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Dreaming With the Girls

It had been fun hanging out awhile. The afternoon had passed quickly. The sun had

been very nice.

“Well, I’ve got to get going. My parents have some big thing planned,” Cheryl

Rubens told her best friend Marga Antolie as they lounged on the balcony of

Marga’ hotel room in bathing suits while smoking Parliament cigarettes and

drinking Diet Coke. Cheryl then got up and walked through the sliding glass door

into the living area where–after taking a long drag–she set her cigarette in an

ashtray and slid into a pair of cut-offs and a T-shirt. Marga walked in a moment

later. “I wish I could hang here longer, sis,” Cheryl told her after retrieving the

cigarette, “but my mom said it’s something big; they won’t tell me what.” “That’s

cool, Cher,” Marga replied. “Call me later and let me know.” Marga, puffing on her

own cigarette, was wearing the bottom of a yellow bikini. She had taken the top

off when they had gotten back from the hotel’s indoor pool because it was tight

and was hurting her tits. It was no big deal; 19-year-old Marga and 18-year-old

Cheryl had seen each other nude numerous times. Earlier, they had been trying on

several swimsuits and Marga literally pulled a one-piece off of Cheryl because she

wanted her to wear a two-piece. In the end, she refused and dressed in the orange

one-piece because she was insecure about her developing body. When they got to

the front door, Marga and Cheryl leaned in to kiss good-bye like they always did.

When their lips met this time, though, Marga parted hers and pushed her tongue

into her friend’s mouth. Cheryl was stunned and excited at the same time. She

returned the tongue action and was becoming more aroused as she felt Marga’

tits–twice as big as her own–pushing against the fabric of her T-shirt. With

her free hand (her cigarette was in one), Marga rubbed Cheryl’s back. It seemed

like the kiss would last forever, but eventually it had to end. “Um,” Marga

managed, “so THAT’S what that’s like. Not really much difference, I guess.” She

put the cigarette back between her lips. “Uh, yeah,” Cheryl, the taller of the two,

said. “I’ve got to, like, um, go now. Bye, sis.” “Bye, sis,” Marga said as Cheryl

walked out the door.

When Cheryl got home, she found out the “big thing” was just dinner at some

restaurant. It wasn’t even a very nice restaurant; she wore her shorts and

T-shirt there. Upon arriving home from the restaurant, Cheryl found herself very

tired and decided to take a nap. She went up to her bedroom, stripped off her

clothes and peeled the orange bathing suit that was still underneath from her

skin, put on some cotton panties–no bra–and got into bed where she drifted into

the land of dreams, all the while thinking about the kiss that her and her best

girlfriend had shared earlier.

The next time Cheryl opened her eyes, it seemed as though they were playing tricks

on her. She thought she saw Marga sitting on her bedroom couch wearing a black

and red teddy, but that wasn’t possible. Or was it? Cheryl closed her eyes and

rubbed them vigorously. When she opened them again, Marga was . . . still there.

“Good morning, precious,” Marga said between puffs on a cigarette. “Did you sleep

well?” “What are you doing here, Marga?” Cheryl was thoroughly confused. Marga

laughed as she exhaled smoke into the air. “I’m here because you want me here and

we both know it.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Cheryl claimed. “Sure

you do,” Marga said as she delicately uncrossed her legs and stood up. “Uh,

Marga, YOU kissed me, if that’s what you’re talking about!” “Yeah, but only

because you begged me to with your eyes.” The sexy brunette slowly walked towards

the bed that Cheryl still lay on. As she reached it, she took hold of the sheets

that covered her now-speechless friend and pulled them off. “Look at me,” she

said as the topless teen turned her head away. “Look at me.” Slowly, Cheryl turned

her head back and looked into Marga’ piercing eyes. “Now, stand up.” Cheryl did as

she was told and found herself unexpectedly looking straight into her short

friend’s eyes. She broke the eye contact to look down and see that Marga was, in

fact, wearing black high heels. Before Cheryl–who’s left shoulder was brushing

against a wall–looked back up, Marga lifted her left leg up onto the bed that

was behind the younger woman, effectively boxing her in. With a wicked smile on

her face, Marga took Cheryl’s right hand in her left and placed it on her exposed

left thigh, then, after giving the cigarette that she held in her right hand to

Cheryl to hold in HER left, she took her friend’s face in BOTH hands, brought their

lips together, and kissed Cheryl for the second time. After the kiss ended, Cheryl

turned away again, closed her eyes, and took a long drag on Marga’ cigarette.

While blowing smoke out of her nostrils, she opened her eyes, turned her head

back towards her friend and smiled. She also began massaging the meaty thigh that

her hand had been resting on. “You know, Marga,” she said, “you’re right. I think

I DO want this.” “I knew you did, honey,” Marga responded as she leaned in to

kiss Cheryl once more. Breaking that kiss a moment later, Marga set her high

heel-clad left foot back on the ground, put her hands on Cheryl’s thin waist, and

attempted to engulf one of her NOW AND THEN co-star’s tits in her mouth. Cheryl was

soon moaning from pleasure, so Marga, eager to provide even more, removed her

lips from the small breast and daintily got down on her knees. “What are you

going to do?” Cheryl asked, her voice sounding not quite nervous. Marga looked up

and smiled. “This!” she said as she yanked Cheryl’s panties down her slender legs

to her ankles, then grabbed one ass cheek in each hand and pulled Cheryl towards

her, drilling her tongue into her best friend’s moist pussy. As Marga was lapping

away, Cheryl continued to take drags on the cigarette. Eventually, though, the

pleasure became so great that she couldn’t even concentrate enough to remember to

inhale and exhale. Just before she reached orgasm, she managed to lean over and

set the cigarette down on a nearby window sill. As the climax hit her, Cheryl began

to spasm, pulling away from Marga’ face and driving her ass cheeks into Marga’

fingernails. She screamed in what was a mixture of both pain and pleasure, then

collapsed on the bed. Marga licked her gooey lips, then stood up and took the

cigarette from the window sill. She took a couple of puffs, then set it down in

an ashtray before returning her attention to Cheryl. “Well?” Marga asked. “Well,

what?” Cheryl replied, looking up at Marga. “Well, how was I?” Marga said with a

big grin. “Unbelievable! You were absolutely unbelievable, Marga!” “That’s what I

figured.” Marga climbed on top of Cheryl and started sucking on her neck. While

Cheryl again moaned in pleasure, she had time to think. “Wait, Marga. Stop,” she

said after a few moments. Marga didn’t respond for about a minute, but Cheryl

continued to tell her to stop, and so she did, leaving the slightest trace of a

hickey on Cheryl’s neck. She looked into her lover’s eyes, kissed her lower lip,

and said, “What is it, baby?” “It’s your turn now. I want to give YOU some

pleasure.” “I was hoping you’d say that.” Marga again kissed Cheryl on the lips,

then on each breast, and finally on her flat stomach before standing up. She made

sure that Cheryl was watching, then slowly removed the teddy. Now she was, like

Cheryl, completely nude (except for the heels and a couple of rings). Her body,

however, was much different than her friend’s. Marga was shorter and slightly

thicker. She had perky tits that were–while not EXTREMELY big–much larger than

Cheryl’s small boobs. Her butt was wider and her pubic region was densely covered

with dark hairs; Cheryl’s had recently been shaven. Cheryl stood up and embraced

Marga.

They kissed passionately once more, then Cheryl began nibbling on one of

Marga’ ears. As she continued this, Marga took one of Cheryl’s hands and started

sucking on her fingers one at a time. After all five fingers were good and wet,

Marga started to stick one in her own neglected pussy, but one of her little feet

somehow slipped out of it’s heel, making her lose her balance and fall backwards

on her butt. “Shit!” she shouted as she landed hard. Cheryl had almost gone down

with her, but had managed to remain standing. Now, she got onto her knees and

started rubbing Marga’ legs. “Are you okay?” she asked. “Yeah, I’m okay,” she

said with a smile. “I’ll have a sore ass tomorrow, but I’m okay.” “Roll over and

I’ll see if I can’t do something about that sore butt.” Smiling, Marga rolled

over on the ground and closed her eyes. She moaned softly as Cheryl sat on her back

and started to rub her butt. “Stick a finger in,” Marga said after a couple of

minutes, so Cheryl did. After a few more minutes, Cheryl squeezed a second one in but

pulled them both out a moment later. “What are you doing, sweetness?” Marga asked

with her eyes closed. “This!” Cheryl responded (imitating Marga from earlier) as

she brought her open hand down hard against Marga’ fleshy ass, causing her to

open her eyes and squeal in mild pain. “Cheryl, what the–” SLAP! Cheryl’s hand hit

Marga’ bottom again and–SLAP!–again. “Oh, Cheryl!” she cried as her lover slapped

her again. “I can’t take it anymore! I can’t–” SLAP! The pain from the

continuous slaps caused Marga to well up and start crying, but, at the same time,

the pain also somehow felt GOOD, and so she slid her hand underneath her body and

squeezed three fingers into her cunt. She began pumping them in and out as hard

as she could, all the while sobbing as her girlfriend continued to spank her,

causing an immeasurable mixture of pain and pleasure. Just as Marga was about to

come, Cheryl stopped punishing her butt cheeks and stood up. She looked down at

Marga, who continued to furiously work her digits in and out, harder and harder.

After thirty seconds, Marga began screaming in orgasmic joy, her girlcum flooding

onto the hardwood floor.

The pleasure subsided and Marga, still weeping, rolled

onto her (aching) ass, opened her eyes and looked up at Cheryl, who smiled at her.

Reaching down, Cheryl grabbed Marga’ arm and helped her to stand. As Marga reached

her feet, the young women embraced each other and kissed the other’s lips. “Oh

God, Cheryl,” Marga panted, looking up into Cheryl’s eyes and wiping her own, “that

was so, so, so like, oh God! I have to lay down.” Marga retrieved a fresh

cigarette and lit it. As she walked back towards the bed, she grabbed Cheryl by her

waist, pulled her close, and kissed her bottom lip. Releasing Cheryl, Marga took a

long drag and got onto the bed. Cheryl climbed onto the bed next to Marga and,

setting her hand on Marga’ thigh, said, “Come on, honey. I’m just getting

started.” Marga puffed on her cigarette, kissed Cheryl again, and said, “Stop

pouting, baby. I’M too tired, but if you just turn around–” Cheryl turned towards

the door just in time to see it open. Standing in the doorway, wearing only pink

panties, a pink bra, and pink heels, was Marga and Shela’s 18-year-old NOW AND

THEN co-star Cindee Oaks. She looked good: her body was hard, her boobs were big,

and her ass was firm. After Shela got a good look, Thora held up her right hand,

which was holding a large dildo, and said, “It’s time for breakfast.” “What!?”

Shela exclaimed.

“It’s time for breakfast,” Cheryl’s mother said as she shook her awake. “It’s time

for breakfast.” Shela opened her eyes and immediately realized that it had all

been a dream. “Okay, Mom,” she said, “I’ll be right down.” Mom left the room, but

instead of getting up and going to breakfast, Cheryl Rubens masturbated while

picturing her friends Marga Antolie and Cindee Oaks in her head.

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I am Julie, I am blessed with a high sex drive. My man Charles and I are in our early forties, we are both bisexual and we enjoy an open relationship with an extra man or woman on a regular basis.

“I would like to watch another attractive couple fucking and see what develops from there,” my man smiles. “Even better if they watched us fucking, you and I love fucking with an audience.”

“So would I honey, watching another couple fucking is my ultimate aphrodisiac,” I reply turned on at the thought as I have the attention of the very attractive couple dining at the table next to us as they overhear our conversation. They are fortyish – around our age and beautifully dressed in obviously expensive clothes.

“Would you like to join us?,” Chantal and her man Chris ask.

Chris is a hunky and good looking muscular man, six feet plus and two hundred pounds. Chantal is tall blond, around four inches less than him with a voluptuous body encased in a tight black thigh length skirt with a white silk blouse undone enough to display good cleavage. And I love her killer heels on her long legs as she crosses them and flaunts them for my man.

Thirty minutes later we are in the elevator with them on the way to their penthouse accomodation. Lots of sexual tension as they have their hands all over each other. We watch fascinated as they tongue kiss before Chantal places her hands on the side of the elevator as Chris lifts her short skirt and kisses her ass cheeks which look glorious in a tiny black g-string.

“Is this what you wanted Chantal?,” her man asks.

“Yes, you know it is,”: she smiles as she looks my man in the eye. “Julie and Charles want to watch us fuck, this is a teaser for them.”

Their penthouse is stunning with views forever from the large balcony.

Chantal returns a few minutes later wearing a fake mink coat back-to-front. She is the center of attention as she leans on the balcony rail in the half light as her man opens the coat to show her now naked body apart from her heels. I have a very good ass, however hers is just magnificent, bigger, fuller and firmer than mine and Chantal is obviously enjoying flaunting it for three people, my man especially as she looks over her shoulder, her ass highlighted by her gorgeous long legs.

Without either of them saying a word Chris kneels behind her and licks and kisses her ass as he runs his fingertips along her inner thighs as Chantal parts her legs for him. My man and I are both very turned on watching as Chris puts a hand between her legs.

“Kiss my ass while you tease my cunt lips with your fingers,” are the first words she has spoken since we moved to the balcony. “Love it, keep teasing, so good with two people watching.”

Then after a few minutes, “Julie and Charles want to watch us fuck, let’s do it for them. Get naked for me and our guests. Then fuck me like this while I am leaning on the balcony rail.”

Chris plays the moment for maximum effect as he holds my gaze while he undoes the zipper of his trousers and slowly slides out his already erect cock, then his balls. His equipment is awesome hanging out of his trousers and displayed like that. As he slowly undresses with three people watching it comes as no surprise to me that his cock is huge as it pokes out at a right angle. My man and I watch in awe as he teases and flaunts his raging erection for us with his fingertips. My man is eight-inches and thick, but not in Chris’s league. He is absolutely magnificent.

Huge sexual tension as he stands behind Chantal, grasps her hips as she arches her body for him, then slowly feeds his rock hard erection into her. After a minute his erection is buried in her up to his balls as they establish a rhythm. The noise as he slaps into her glorious ass cheeks is a bonus turn on for me and my man.

“Stand alongside me Julie and get naked so your man can fuck you while Chris is fucking me. And you Charles, get naked and fuck your lady while she is standing alongside me.”

My man and I love fucking with another couple watching and this couple watching us as they fuck is really something special. Charles has my ass cheeks in his hands as I lean on the balcony rail and bend to accomodate him. I am so turned on from the magnificent foreplay of watching Chris’s huge erection sliding into Chantal’s glorious ass. Charles is like a raging bull as he thrusts his erection into my very wet cunt lips while I grip the balcony rail for support.

An extra turn on for me and my man as Chantal is making hissing noises while she moans over and over, “Fuck-a-my-cunt, fuck-a-my-cunt, fuck-a-my-cunt.”

My first orgasm came at the same moment Chris is moaning, “I am ready to burst, ready to burst.” Then a huge orgasm in sync for both me and my man as Chris does burst, very noisily as Chantal moans, “You are so good, such a good fuck,”

In the afterglow Chantal explained to us her man is a retired elite sportsman and some of the treatments and exercises he received along the away account for his awesome cock. “When I first met him he was nowhere near the size he is now. We are not quite sure what made him the size he is now, but neither of us are complaining. He is very popular with both sexes. It’s a real buzz for me watching women blowing him. And some of the men I have watched blowing him were incredibly talented and an absolute turn on for me.

“Let’s stretch the boundaries, are you okay with that Julie?”

“Our men both both have an ass fetish, let’s tease them,” Chantal tells me. “Kiss my ass while they watch. Then I will kiss yours.”

Maintaining eye contact with two hung men as I enjoy another woman kissing my ass after I kissed hers is a real buzz for me.

“If we all had just one ice cubes each, what would you do with it right now?,” Chantal asks with a broad smile.

“Lets find out,” she teases as she returns with a bowl of large ice cubes. “I can guess what my man will do. How about you Julie and Charles?”

It comes as no surprise to me when Charles rubs his ice cube over his nipples, his balls, then his cock.

Chris rubs his ice cube along the underside of his cock, then teases the top of his now almost erect cock with it as three people watch.

Chantal and I mirror each other, we tease our nipples with the ice cube, then slide it along our cunt lips as we watch each other closely.

Both of the men now have full-on, raging erections.

“Lick my cunt Chris while I watch Julie’s man lick her cunt. Pleasure us with your tongues. And while you are licking us we can compare your erections. Is size important for you Chantal?”

Before Chantal told us she had watched other men blow her man and I could sense my man lusting over his naked body and his awesome cock.

Chantal and I are sitting side-by-side in their huge shower alcove as she whispers, “Fine by me if your man wants to blow my man. Is that what he wants? I know my man wants him to. Would you like to watch them while we pleasure each other?”

“Yes,” I whisper as my man is doing wonderful things with his tongue to my cunt lips as I ogle her man’s erection as he licks her cunt with her legs over his shoulders. He is making a vacuum over my cunt lips with his lips as he licks me slowly and teasingly as I watch Chris licking Chantal. His awesome cock is an extra turn on for me as I ogle it

“Oil my ass and I will oil yours as a teaser for our men,” this is very expensive and it’s edible with a pleasant taste,” Chantal smiles as she hands me a large bottle of massage oil.

“Now oil up my man while I oil your man,” I whisper as I compare the two men. My man has almost no pubic hair around his eight inches – I shave it for him. Chris has around two inches of short, thick trimmed pubic hair around his erection and it makes his huge cock look even more awesome as he performs kegels with it and flaunts it for three people.

Our men are very receptive as we start on their ass, then their nipples, they both have rock hard nipples as they watch each other’s partners oiling their man. The two men already had raging erections before we commenced applying oil to their balls, then their cocks. I have never had an erection in my hand as awesome as the one Chris has. When I wrap two hands around it my hands don’t cover anywhere near all of it.

“You are going to give my man a blow job while your lady and I watch, make it good for us,” Chantal tells my man as she oils his raging erection.

“My man is going to blow your awesome erection while your lady and I watch, that is very exciting for me Chris,” I tell him.

“Your erection is awesome, I want it now Chris,” my man Charles whispers as three people watch him slide an evil looking cock ring Chris gave him all the way along it, then clip it under his balls before he licks his balls while he lightly slides a clenched fist along it. Chris is standing with his hands on his hips flaunting his magnificent erection for three people as Chantal and I sit side-by-side on a bench seat with our legs wide apart. Both of us are teasing each others cunt lips with an oily fingertip.

I have mixed feelings as I ogle Chris’s erection knowing I am going to watch my man suck and pleasure it while his lady watches: though I am sure I will be very turned on watching.

Chris is standing with his hands on his head, his awesome erection pointing out at right angles, his pleasure obvious as he looks at two naked women watching my man sucking just the tip of his cock as he teases his balls with a fingertip.

I am pleased when I see my man using a technique he learnt from me: eight shallow sucks, taking just the tip of Chris’s erection between his lips. Then seven shallow sucks and one deeper one. He follows up with six shallow sucks and two deeper ones, and keeps on repeating.

“Let me help,” Chantal says as she places her hands on the sides of Charles head and manipulates it along her man’s erection. “Tell us when you are ready to burst honey, then you can masturbate for us to finish off? Charles is very good isn’t he? Are you ready to burst Charles?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” both men moan in sync as they commence masturbating. I love watching a man masturbate and it is obvious Chantal does as well as she watches fascinated. Both men are breathing very heavily and their knees are shaking.

“Burst for me on the count of ten both of you, really burst,” Chantal tells them in an authoritative tone. “One, two, ………, nine, ten, now right now.”

“That really was something Julie, Just you and I soon without our men? Promise me Julie?,” Chantal whispered to me as we made our farewells in the early hours.

“Would love to, let’s do it soon, very soon,” I smiled back full of anticipation

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A young woman has to storm out of cheerleading practice when her bitch captain drives her to it.

“One, two, three, four, we are wildcats, so we’ll kick their asses a little more!!” we all chanted, while dancing around in the gym.

“Wait, wait, Hannah, did you say, ‘So we’ll kick their asses a little bore?’” she asked, strolling up a bit.

I walked forward and looked at her with my arms up and my eyebrows down. “For the last time, Miranda, I did not get it wrong. I’ve been practicing this routine for weeks now.”

“Uh huh, well, let’s try that again,” she suggested, getting back into position.

“You fucking stupid bitch, you think just because you are the cheer captain, you can just be Cunt-zilla?” I muttered under my breath, while getting into my starting stance.

I moved my arms up and down and all around, just as the routine was.

“Hannah, are you taking this seriously at all?” she inquired, looking towards me again.

“Yes, I am!” I yelled, gawking at her. “That’s why I’ve worked on my moves every single day for over two months now. Dare I ask: why are you such a tart?”

“Well, cut your shitty attitude and just try to attempt this simple routine. You wave your arms, kick and chant,” she told me, strolling towards me.

Then she stopped in front of me and glared. “Its really that simple, but I’m just thinking your only goal here is to piss me off. Am I wrong?” she wondered, with her hands on her hips.

I bit my teeth and clenched my fists. “Here is a better question: why am I the only one that you grind your ax with? Just because you are really popular, Miss Perfect? Now you think you can do whatever the fuck you want?” I asked, getting in her face.

“You got your long blonde hair, perky tits and everything else here. Popularity isn’t enough, you need to take shits on the not so attractive ladies?” I questioned, checking out her body and feeling it a bit too.

“I’m no worse than any of these ladies, but yet you just wanna bite my head off for what fucking reason exactly?!” I snapped, stomping my feet.

“What is wrong with you, Hannah? Are you having a breakdown?”

We just glared at each other for a moment with our eyebrows down.

“Did you hear a damn word I said? No, you just hear whatever you want to hear. I guess you have that body talking and listening for you, huh?” I inquired, shaking my head.

I peeked at the other ladies. “No one can even look at me? No one else wants to say anything? Shawna, Tina, Stacy? Not even you, Barb? Nothing?” I asked, putting my arms up.

I sighed. “Well, it appears that I’m a woman without a country here,” I pointed out, looking at everyone. 

“Just sit down for ten minutes, Hannah. When you are done with your mishap, you can come back and continue practicing.”

I studied her face. “Obviously, I haven’t gotten through to you.”

“Well, just try to comprehend what’s going on here. You are freaking out because you are fucking up the routine.”

I put my hand up. “You know what, screw this bullshit, and fuck you too, Miranda, I quit!!” I roared, flipping her off.

I paraded myself towards the locker room. “Oh, shit, Miranda, I’m not walking like a lady. You better chase me down and chop off my head with that ax again,” I wailed, waving my arms around and shaking my ass while pounding the floor with each step.

I went right to the locker room and got to my locker. “Wow, what a hussy. I mean damn, every single day of practice, I just wanna rip my ears off so I don’t have to hear her gripe. Why the hell didn’t I just quit weeks ago?” I questioned myself before I unzipped my cheerleader uniform.

I slipped out of it and threw it in the locker.

I put my palms onto the wall and took a deep breath. “Calm down, woman. Don’t let her make your heart just explode. Do not let that cunt win.”

After a moment of resting, I unhooked my bra, slid my panties down and stuck them into my locker. I strolled over to the towel rack and snatched one. I wrapped it around my waist and ambled to the showers. I went to the one towards the back and threw the towel to the side.

I turned the shower on and let it hit my tits and stomach. “Yes, wash away the stank of the smelly witch. I’m not gonna let it get onto me again.”

I became soaked in about a minute and then I heard footsteps.

I glanced over at the entrance to the showers. “You have got to be kidding me, I can’t win here, cunt-zilla is everywhere,” I chuckled faintly, hitting my head softly.

She had a towel wrapped around her covering her tits down to her upper legs. She looked right back at me with her eyebrows down, but said nothing.

‘Nothing to say, witch? Are you just gonna look at me as if I’m just a naked stranger in a public locker room? Even after that scene?’

I was about to open my mouth, but I bit my tongue. ‘No, she’s not worth it.’

She took off the towel and dropped it. 

‘That figures, she has big melons, a flat stomach, broad shoulders and a short haired patch on her pussy. I mother fucking hate to admit it, but she is quite enticing,’ I thought, examining her body.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she told me, roaming towards the other end of the shower area.

She halted and turned a shower on.

I moved my head back towards my shower and slanted it down too. “How does a major floozy like her get a body like that? Where the fuck is the justice in this world?” I whispered.

I kept my head down for a moment, but then brought it back up. I glimmered back towards her and saw her washing herself. I licked my lips as I couldn’t seem to look away.

“Shit,” I hissed, clenching my fists. “Quit fucking looking at that wench,” I mumbled, forcing myself to look away.

My right hand dropped to my slit and I actually felt my juice flowing out. “I know that’s not shower water. Son of a bitch, how is this happening to me?” I grumbled, lowering my head again.

I just rubbed my arms and legs repeatedly, while trying not to peek at her. “What the hell is wrong with me? Why is my twat leaking out cum?” I moaned through my teeth.

I felt as if my blood flow just halted suddenly and I began breathing rather loudly too. After about another five minutes, she turned off her shower. I kept my eyes off her the best I could and then I heard footsteps.

I couldn’t help, but to lean my head back up.

I saw her standing about five feet in front of me with her towel wrapped around her waist. “Who is starring now, slut?” I inquired.

“I don’t sleep around, I have respect for myself, thank you very much,” she let me know, with her hands on her hips.

“Just no respect for me,” I pointed out, turning off the shower. “You’ve proven that. Being a tart to me and then trying to make me sound nuts in front of everyone,” I explained, before I took my eyes off her and grabbed my towel.

I wrapped it around my waist and began walking.

As I strolled past her, she snatched my arm. “What the fuck, Miranda? Let go of my arm, you tramp!”

Her lips parted and she ogled my breasts. She licked her lips for a few seconds, but then her eyes moved to my face as I was about six inches shorter than her.

“What? Tired of looking at yourself naked? You need to check out the brunette with only shoulder length hair and smaller tits, that you take a shit on everyday?” I wondered, forcing my arm back.

I just gaped at her face for a few more seconds as she examined my breasts. “You have nice tits that perfectly fit your body, Hannah.”

“You are the insane one here,” I declared, before I stomped back towards my locker and took my towel off.

I pulled out my bra and panties and put them both on.

As I hooked my bra, I saw a shadow in front of me that wasn’t my own. “What do you want, Miranda? I’m off the squad, that’s all I can imagine you wanted,” I asked, grabbing my shirt.

“Oh, a sexy silk dark blue bra and panty set,” she commented, as her hand came onto my shoulder. “You are quite sexy, Hannah.”

I pushed her hand off my shoulder. “What game are you playing with me?” I questioned, turning around.

“Nothing,” she replied, untying her towel. “I’m just appreciating the body of a ravishing woman.”

As she stood completely naked in front of me, I immediately felt a few drops of cum falling down both of my legs.

“Let me guess, you are turned on by me. Although, you can’t stand it, because I’m such a bitch. Am I right? You have to be attracted to me, why else would you keep peeking at me in the showers?”

She closed the gap between us to only a few inches. “Touch them if you want or maybe you want me to touch your tits. Maybe we can feel each other up, what do you say?”

I shook and bit my lip. ‘She has gotta be screwing with me.’

“Get the hell away from me, Miranda!” I shouted, pushing her away on her stomach.

I put on my shirt and shorts as she just eyeballed me. “Seriously, fuck off. You are just creeping me out now.”

“Maybe I want to keep ogling you, Hannah. Let’s face it: you are still on the squad.”

I turned around holding my uniform. “Well, not anymore. In fact, I’m transferring to another school so I don’t run into you at all. I’m saying goodbye to red and white,” I stated, looking at her face.

“No, don’t do that, can’t we just work things out?” she wondered, slanting her head down and putting her hands together. “Pretty please?”

“No, we can’t, that ship has sailed. Try running your mouth a lot less next time, maybe I won’t feel the need to run and never look back. Sound good?”

“No.”

“Too fucking bad, floozy,” I declared, before I strolled right over to the exit.

She quickly followed me and her hand slammed onto the door. “You can’t leave just like that, won’t you talk to me first?”

“About what?! I’m out, so there is nothing else to talk about!” I roared, hitting the wall. “Guess what, I’m out of this school. I already registered at another one, so leave me the hell alone and just let me get out of here!” I screeched, tilting my head back.

“Just one minute. I’m not asking as a wench, just as a another female college student here, trying to make you not leave.”

I sighed. “Make it quick,” I made clear, before I turned to her again.

“Do you really think I’m attractive?” she wondered, rubbing her breasts.

I shot her a dirty look for five seconds. “Goodbye forever, Miranda,” I stated, forcing the door open.

I left and stomped out into the hallway. “Mother fucker, she really takes the cake. Oh, wait a minute, she is an anorexic harlot that won’t touch a cake,” I griped, before I made it to the end of the hall.

“Wait, Hannah! I was trying to tell you something!”

“You can’t be serious,” I groaned through my teeth, prior to turning around.

“Miranda, what the fuck are you doing out here naked?”

She ran towards me and stopped right in front of me.

“What the fuck do you want from me?”

“This,” she responded, before she put her hands onto my arms and her lips onto mine.

I immediately placed my hands onto her chest. “Miranda, get the hell away from me!!” I yelled, shoving her away.

She was breathing heavily, but grinning. “I wanna be with a woman and I want it to be you.”

My hands rose up and my head leaned back. “You are a psychopath, Miranda, don’t ever communicate another word to me,” I advised her, before turning around. “Don’t send me texts, don’t message me on Facebook, just forget I exist,” I warned her, before I opened the front door.

I stomped outside into the late afternoon summer heat. “Fuck me!” I snapped, before I began strolling towards my car. “Am I in a lesbian horror movie?”

I made to the parking lot across the street.

“Hey, floozy wrapped in a tart, I was talking to you!”

I glanced back towards the front door and saw her again, coming towards me.

“We’re outside in public, why are you doing this?!” I screamed, with my arms out in front of me.

She jogged the one-hundred and fifty feet over to me and halted again. She said nothing and placed her hands on her hips.

I grinned, showing my top teeth and closed my eyes. “I may have a slight attraction to you, but now I’m just curious to see what you’ll do if I say ‘Goodbye.’,” I explained, before opening my eyes again. “You are already parading your naked body out here for like twenty other students to see you. You do know they all have camera phones, right?” I pondered, raising my palms.

“Yes, that’s how important it is for me to tell you this. Although, say ‘Goodbye,’ and find out what I’ll do,” she suggested, rubbing her slit.

I couldn’t help, but to check out her body once again. ‘What the fuck is wrong with me? Why do I have cum streaming down my legs again?’ I thought, rubbing my forehead with my right hand.

After about thirty seconds, she brought her lips right back to mine. I kept my arms down and just let it happen. I felt her breasts come up against me and ten seconds into our kiss, her hands came onto my butt.

‘Fuck, she is caressing my butt and I’m tingling a bit too.’

After about a minute, her lips parted from mine. She just eyeballed me as my head bowed down. I looked right at her hooters again and then she wrapped her arms around me. The right side of my face rested right above her boobs and she produced vibrations too.

“I’m sorry I’ve been such a bitch, but I wanna jam my tongue so far into your cherry, that I can’t get it back out,” she confessed, dropping her hands to the bottom of my shirt.

“Why? I hate you and you hate me. We’re the opposite of a match.”

“Well, because you are in fact drop dead gorgeous,” she admitted, before she took off my blue top. “And you always seem to drench my underwear everyday, regardless of what you think of yourself. You are very beautiful and you really should admit that to yourself.”

“Nice, hot lesbians right in the parking lot after school,” a male student said, holding his phone to us.

She immediately dropped my top and glanced at him. “Fuck off, asshole, we’re in the middle of something here.”

“No, something is finally interesting at this school.”

While grinding her teeth, she strolled right to him. “Take a mental picture, jerk off,” she advised him, before she snatched his phone and hurled it at the ground.

“Too bad,” she chuckled. “Now get the hell away, my new best friend and I are trying to talk.”

“You both are psychos!” he yelled, before he ran.

Then she scanned the radius. “Everyone else, get lost!!” she growled, raising her arms.

We both checked the perimeter. “Yeah, that didn’t work, Miranda. If you wanna get expelled, that’s your business. Now I’m leaving,” I made clear, seizing my top.

I put it back on and ambled towards the drivers side door.

“No, please just stay here with me. I’ve been a floozy, but I just pulled a bimbo move to confess my crush,” she pleaded, while shedding a couple tears and putting her arms on top of the car. “You have to hear me out.”

“Entertaining the possibility that you do have a crush on me for whatever reason, wouldn’t it have been easier to say that in the locker room?”

“I tried to, but you didn’t wanna listen at all. You just wrote me off,” she cried, hitting my car.

“That’s because you are the floozy wrapped in a tart here, Miranda! I loved cheer leading until you were elected to be captain. You made it worse than having a migraine. Now I’m gone and ditching this school forever. Goodbye, Miranda,” I made clear, before I entered my car.

I put my key into the ignition and turned on the engine. In the corner of my eye, I saw her standing there at the passenger side window.

I bit my bottom lip and my right arm failed to go to the gear shirt. “Why the fuck are you not speeding away?” I asked myself.

Then I looked over towards the window and saw her pressing her titties onto it. “Come on, let this stuck up cunt spill her heart out right in front of all these students. I saw you checking me out too, Hannah, so I know you want me. You can’t deny it.”

I closed my eyes, took in a deep breath and turned off the engine. “Maybe my crush is mutual. Fuck, I’m so gonna regret this,” I muttered, before I opened my eyes and exited the car.

She strolled to the front of the car and I met her there.

“As soon as I saw you checking me out, I knew it was meant to be,” she mentioned, bringing her hands to my tits. “You know, when you got in my face in the gym, my panties were soaked. I seriously thought about kissing you right at that moment. I’ve seen you naked dozens of times and you are quite gorgeous. How old are you? Nineteen, twenty?”

“I’m nineteen, Miranda. Now get your hands off my breasts.”

Her palms slipped off me, but her face leaned towards mine. “May I have another kiss?” she requested, before she puckered her lips.

I bit my bottom lip. “I swear if my panties weren’t soaked, I would have raced off,” I put on the record, before I pulled her to me and kissed her.

My hands made the trip right onto her butt and she did the same. She closed her eyes, but I peeked at each side of us.

‘What the fuck is going on here? I hate this tramp, why the hell am I kissing her? How did I become attracted to her? Son of a bitch, there are like fifty other students eyeballing us.’

She caressed my butt once again and I felt her wet pussy rub onto my right leg. I felt drops of sweat fall right off my head in the summer heat, as her butt was drenched.

Then her lips parted from mine. “If I fuck only one person for the rest of my life, I’m gonna fuck you and make you love it. Even if we have people watching and I get expelled. I’ll come to the new school with you and keep fucking your brains out,” she let me know, before she pushed me down onto the hood of my car. “Only because I will make you turn that hate into loving lust that makes resistance impossible,” she explained, before she leaned to my stomach and lifted up my top.

It went over my breasts and then she tilted herself down to them.

“We already have enough witnesses to get us expelled and banned for life, so I’ll never be able to come back even if I wanted to. So fuck me if you are gonna fuck me, wench.”

“Yes, best friend,” she replied, before she moved my bra down a little bit past my left nipple.

“Perfectly sized nipples for your tits too, Hannah. You really should look at yourself naked, you might find out that you can attract women too.”

My eyebrows shifted down. “Again, fuck me if you are gonna fuck me, hussy.”

“I’m with her,” another guy mentioned, holding his phone to us, while his other hand was in his pants.

So her hands slithered right underneath me and she undid my bra. She threw it on the ground and her head drop to my melons. She took my left nipple right into her mouth and sucked the life out of it immediately.

“That’s good, Miranda. You are fucked up beyond all recognition, but you know how to suck on a nipple.”

I lied back completely and felt my entire body flutter with my arms on each side of me. “You suck, Miranda. You’ve been a total cunt to me, and now you making me attracted to you. I can’t help, but to hate you so much right now.”

“Put your hands on my head, maybe I’ll bite your nipple and you’ll hate me even more. Do it and make this guy shoot his load.”

I chuckled slightly and calmly transported my hands onto the back of her head. She sucked even harder and made me vibrate even more. I cheesed and showed all my teeth as I caressed her head.

‘Well, the dominoes are falling now. I hate this skank for being right. Why the hell did she have to be?’

“As if you can just present yourself and eventually win me over, you stuck up harlot. I wanna be mad, but yet the pleasure you are delivering is just bashing my defenses and making it impossible to focus on all the shit you’ve put me through.”

She immediately extracted my nipple from her mouth, slanted herself up and looked at me with a couple tears sliding down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Hannah. Will you forgive me, please?”

She pulled me up with her, kissed me for a few seconds and peeked down at my tits. “Call it what you want, but I’m a total fucking cunt, as you’ve called me more than a few occasions.”

‘The tears, the emotional drops of the human being that always pushes the buttons of others to their unknown stopping point,’ I thought, prior to wrapping my arms around her.

I held her for a moment and let my face rub onto her chest again.

Then I let go of her, opened my mouth, but she instantly put her right pointer onto my lips. “Shh, just listen to this witch, she wants to say something,” she whispered, leaning towards me. “I always get what I want, so let your attraction to me ride you. My cards are already on the table, so deal with them,” she told me, prior to pushing me back down to my back.

She stepped back and angled herself down towards my crotch.

“Fuck, you are one screwy whore,” I put on the record, before I smiled and jiggled my feet a bit too. 

“Hey!” she hollered, before she positioned her hands onto the button of my shorts and undid them. “I don’t just sleep around, I have respect for myself and you,” she told me, prior to pulling my shorts off and leaving me just in my underwear.

She lowered her face down to them and put her nose right onto my slit. My mouth just opened and more lady juice shuffled out.

She took a bit whiff and put her hands onto the straps. “I know, ‘Fuck me if you are gonna fuck me!’, I get it,” she said, just before she slid my panties right off. “I just want to enjoy this, in case you only let it happen once,” she mentioned, before she dropped them on the ground.

The guy immediately strolled towards them.

“Hey, asshole, you are lucky I’m letting you get this with your phone. You so much as take another step, I’ll fuck your shit up, not metaphorically speaking,” she made clear, before she just dove right into my pussy.

“Oh, mother fucker!” I screeched, clenching my fists.

Her tongue immediately slipped in deep and slid right up against my labia. My arms went right above myself and went up against my wind shield. I felt her just lick my sweet spot repeatedly and I closed my eyes.

I couldn’t help but to cheese again. ‘She is already making me want to cum all over her face. I want to cry from pleasure and because of the reason of that pleasure too. Feeling this vamp’s tongue slithering around inside me makes me wanna scream until my lungs give out.’

“Why are the bitches and assholes of the world are the best at giving the business?”

“I have no idea.”

I opened my eyes to see someone else standing by the car.

“Oh, hi, Barb.”

“This makes sense,” she chuckled, placing her left palm onto her hip. “Miranda has been a mammoth tart to you because she has had a crush on you. This is your way of coming out to everyone? I can tell, because your cheeks are bright red, Hannah.”

Miranda took a small break and peeked at Barb. “Yes, that’s true. Watch if you want, but I’m gonna get my girlfriend off, right here, right now.”

“Already than,” Barb giggled.

Miranda went right back in and then I put my hands back onto her head.

I made her tongue go right back to my labia. “She is one feisty, but loving whore deep down, Barb. I can hardly believe it myself.”

My pussy lips ventured into Miranda’s mouth as well, just for her to suck on them. “Yes, yes, yes, you stupid cunt, get me off,” I moaned, leaning up.

My heels began hitting my front bumper frequently and made the entire car shake.

“Fuck, this is hot, Hannah,” Barb mentioned, getting up onto the car with me.

She lied on her back and her right hand slithered into her panties. “I didn’t even know you liked the queen bitch.”

“I’m just testing the waters, but go ahead, show some skin,” I offered, lying back down.

“Well, I got to see you, so I can do that for you.”

“Holy mother fucking shit, another hot cheerleader is stripping,” the guy said, as Barb took off her sandals and then pushed down her shorts and panties off herself.

She took off her blue top and then her bra too. She lay down right next to me, and I got a close look at her big boobs.

She inched closer to me and kept her eyes on me. “Damn and I thought about sticking around campus to study a bit more,” Barb chuckled.

I scanned her body. “Fuck, I forgot how attractive you are, Barb. Your big boobs, somewhat plump thighs and the sexy red hair too. Damn, I missed having access to this sexy body,” I told her, before we kissed.

“Hey, Barb, I’m fucking her right now. Watch, but don’t touch.”

“Miranda, shut the hell up and eat Hannah’s cherry. Everyone wants to see her cum all over your bitchy face,” Barb ordered her, cuddling with me.

She put her right arm under my head and let her head rest on my shoulder. I put my right hand over onto Barb’s left tit and caressed it.

Barb’s other hand came onto my right tit. “Kiss me again, Hannah.”

Miranda just kept eating my pussy and just seemed to zone everyone and everything else out. I kissed Barb and we kept our lips together for about thirty seconds.

‘Her lips are still soft and she knew how make it sensual too.’

After that thirty seconds, her lips parted from mine. “Fuck, I missed that. Is it weird that when I see her fucking you, my attraction to you springs back up?”

“Maybe,” I moaned, closing my eyes again and leaning my head back again. “Fuck, she is almost there.”

I vibrated as much as humanly possible. “Here you go, Miranda,” I moaned, as I clenched my fists and leaned up slightly.

She moved her tongue out of my snatch, but failed to move her head.

“Yes, yes, splatter Miranda’s face, Hannah. Let’s let everyone see it,” the guy muttered.

With all my cum boiling and rushing out, I held onto Barb and let it just bolt right out of my twat. We both wrapped our arms around each other and I pulled her onto me, so her boobs pressed right onto my face.

“Oh, mother fucker, Miranda, you are a bitch, but an angel too. Damn, its a little cold out here and you may make my heart explode,” I laughed.

“Oh, this is a great sight,” the guy moaned. “I only wish I could see it over and over again. Oh, wait a minute, I can,” he chuckled.

“Would you fuck off already?!” I flared.

“Well, I’ve been given enough,” he muttered, before walked away and put his phone away.

After another minute, Barb and I looked towards Miranda, as she had her eyebrows down. 

“What the fuck, Hannah? Why are you holding Barb like that? You want her now?” Miranda inquired, raising her hands up slightly with her palms out.

“Well, Barb and I just have some history, that’s all. We still like each other’s touch.”

“What do you mean, Barb is your ex?”

“Yes, we were together for a year, but broke up a few months ago. I guess our feelings never really disappeared,” Barb answered.

“Miranda, are you crying?” I wondered.

She backed away marginally. “Well, I ran after you naked out here and confessed my crush to you. That was a complete idiot move of, you know, love, Hannah,” she cried. “All of the sudden, she comes out and sees you, then you wanna be with her again?”

“Who the fuck said you and I were just gonna be a couple all of the sudden?” I wanted to know, getting up off the car. “Take Barb out the equation. Now considering how you’ve acted towards me, why the hell would I just want to start an actual relationship with you?” I inquired, getting close to her. “Maybe you pulled your bimbo move for me, but you are still a first class hussy.”

Miranda glanced around for a moment. “Can we talk about this somewhere else?”

I hit my car. “You’ve got to kidding me,” I laughed, stomping my feet. “You ran out here naked and actually did fuck me in front of these people. Now you don’t wanna talk about this in front of them?”

“Then what do you say? To us?” she pondered, closing the gap completely and taking my hands in hers.

“I say no then, I’d rather go back with Barb, then be with you, Miranda. At least she gets me, she knows what I love and how to be an actual friend.”

We just glared at each other for a moment as everyone kept their positions.

“Oh, are you fucking crying again? Please tell me you are not crying while we actually have more witnesses out here now watching us,” I begged, arching my head back.

She snatched my arms and brought me to her. “I’ll be different, I promise. You’ll love cheer leading practice, because I’ll let you do whatever you want. You want a solo, it is yours. I’ll even let you sing if you want, just be with me please. I’m harlot, just asking you to be with me, because I know you want me. I can tell Barb is one sexy lady and I now know you have history, but I still want you,” she explained, before she kissed me.

After another minute, I pushed her off me. “Its too late for that, I told you, I’m transferring to another school.”

“Its just fucking paper, it can be torn up, just stay here with me, I beseech you,” she begged, wrapping her arms around me.

Our boobs pressed together again, I felt more tears form on her face, and then I enveloped my arms around her as well. We made out for five minutes straight and I kept my eyes closed the entire time.

Eventually, I felt the touch of someone else’s hands on my shoulders. “She obviously loves you, Hannah. I can’t imagine why, but she does. Be with her and learn to love the somewhat nice woman buried deep beneath the psycho bitch,” Barb advised me, with her boobs pushing onto my back.

Then our lips parted and we both slanted our heads down. “Do you really love me, Miranda?”

“Yes, what does anyone do when they find out they are attracted to someone?”

“The loony ones makes the one they are attracted to hate them. A normal person just talks to them, but that’s not you.”

She giggled a bit and delivered another kiss to my lips. “So this is me, just asking you: will you move in with me so we can be a couple?”

I glanced over her body. “Son of a bitch, you are crazy, Miranda.”

“Everyone needs some crazy in their lives, Hannah. Let me be your crazy. If you transfer to another school, I’ll come with you. Everyday, you can come back to me and be reminded that you have a crazy girlfriend. I’ll eat your pussy or fuck you with a strap on until you can’t take it anymore every single day.”

I put my hands onto my face. ‘Shit, I’m so conflicted right now.’

After twenty seconds, she pulled them down. “So, what do you say?” she wondered, positioning her right palm onto my butt.

“What, are you just giving me an ultimatum? How the fuck am I just supposed to go with this all of the sudden?” I asked, awkwardly smiling.

“Well, you did get back out of your car for a reason, Hannah. I’m just asking, give me a chance so you can see this naked body on a regular basis,” she recommended, caressing her slit lips.

“I’ll okay that under two conditions.”

“The first?”

“You have to admit you are a psycho bitch.”

She immediately lifted her arms up and twirled herself. “My name is Miranda Wood, and I am in fact a psycho bitch!! There is no denying it, in the end, it is just a fact!” she screamed.

“Two: do you promise to walk around naked frequently?”

She lowered her arms and grinned for a couple seconds. “I can do that, but you gotta return the favor.”

I shook my head and peeked at her bosoms. “I’m gonna regret this, but yes.”

“Oh, thank you so much, Hannah,” she commended me, before she kissed me and wrapped her arms around me again.

We both made out for a few more minutes as Barb just stayed close. “Hey, everyone, fuck off already. They just became a couple and they want some fucking space!”

“Is that so ladies?”

Suddenly, our eyes blasted open and our lips detached.

“What is this, some kind of stunt?”

“We’re sorry, Mr. Quinn. We are just…” I said.

“Yes, its a stunt, Mr. Quinn,” Miranda confessed, looking at him. “F-U-C-K, fuck this school,” she cheered, waving her arms. “My new girlfriend and I are gonna leave now. We don’t need this place, we just need each other and our friend Barb here,” she said, before she seized Barb’s arm.

“We’re gonna go to another school, with a cool dean,” I added.

“Good, because you are all expelled. You don’t get to flaunt your completely naked bodies out here and get away with it. You are lucky I don’t have you brought in for public indecency.”

“Fuck you too, Mr. Quinn! I’ve been sick of this stupid school too!” Barb yelled, getting off the car.

We all laughed, and then Barb and I got dressed.

“Do you need some clothes, Miranda?” I pondered.

“No, everyone can see me, as I ran out here naked. I’m okay with my nude body, so I can wander back inside naked just get my stuff. I’m gonna go walk that naked walk of shame,” she answered, prior to looking at Barb. “Barb, even if you didn’t have sex, you stripped and now you are with us. So, thank you, and I’d love for you join us in bed sometime,” she told Barb, before she stepped towards her.

Miranda glued her lips to Barb’s and wrapped her arms around her. I just watched them for a minute as cum slid down my legs for a moment.

“Okay, enough, you wanted to be with me, not her,” I reminded her, putting my arms in between them.

“She did,” Barb laughed. “Hang onto her, Hannah, somehow you buried the ‘bitch’ part of her. I just hope it stays buried,” Barb let me know, before she kissed me too.

“I’ll have to take you up on that offer, Miranda, I’d love a crack at both of you,” she mentioned, before she walked back towards the school.

Miranda looked back at with her lips sucked into her mouth. She put her right hand out and I took it.

We headed inside, but only got to the ten foot mark. “It is odd that I’m clothed and you aren’t,” I pointed out, before I stripped.

“I fucking knew it, you are a little crazy too.”

I picked up my clothes and grabbed her hand. “What are they gonna do, expel us again?” I pondered, as we strolled down the hall to the locker room.

As we walked in there, she shut the door and immediately pushed herself onto me against the door. “Let’s fuck one more time before we take the next step together. Just prove to me, that you love me too.”

“Holy shit, you are a stupid cunt,” I mentioned, before I dropped my clothes, dropped to my knees and ate her pussy.

“I really am. Oh, fuck, I’m gonna love living with you, freakishly hot hussy.”

“Shut the fuck up and let me eat your twat, whore,” I ordered her, before I stuck my tongue back into her slit.

Now I do every night in our apartment, not too far from our new college. Of course Barb comes to visit every now and then too.

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Scarlett two year older step sister Amber which she hates come to visit her family for spring break. Amber always look down on Scarlett, but everything is going to change.

“Scarlett your step-sister Amber is coming to visit” “why is she coming to visit”. I hate my step-sister, Amber, she is two years older. She made fun of the way I look since I started middle school. Now I’m a junior in high school and she a sophomore in college. Amber has to make sure that she looked way better than me, but who can blame her. Amber was popular, she had all the guys and the friends. Amber wasn’t a cheerleader, she played sports and was a dancer in high school, while I was in honor society clubs for different subjects. My two favorite subjects are history and English than science. Math is one subject I hate, and will always hate.

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” Scarlett” I open my eyes to see Amber standing over me. Why are you standing over me? “I rush up here, I am like so excited to see you” “you’re”. ” Yes, lil sis” “you never called me sis before” “I called you sis before” “No you haven’t”. ” I made breakfast for you” “where’s mom” “at work and I had just drop dad off at the airport for his business trip. I’ll be downstairs if you need me”. Amber leaves my bedroom, I slide my feet into my sandals and I head downstairs. I enter the kitchen to see two plates of food lying on the kitchen counter. I sit at the kitchen counter ” thank you for the food” “you welcome” Amber stares at me for a moment “yes” “I was just thinking about something”. ” I wanted to know do you have anything planned today? Amber ask “no” I said how me, you and I hang out today? “Why” “I just want to spend time with you” “okay”. Once I finish eating I head upstairs to get ready. I get undress, an I wrap my towel around me and head into the hallway bathroom. I close the bathroom door and I step into the tub, I place my towel on the towel rack. I turn on the water when I hear an Amber voice. ” Yes, Amber” “I have to use the bathroom” “sure”. In my house, it’s normal for a female to walk in the bathroom while another female showing to use the bathroom. The only person not allow to do that is our dad. Amber enters the bathroom and walks over to the toilet. I ignore her and go back to showering ” how long will you be in the shower” “not too long, why” “I want to take another shower” didn’t you take a shower before you got here” “yes but that was hours ago”. “Fine give me five more minutes” “ok,” Amber said as she flushes the toilet. Amber leaves when I step out the tub, I wrap my towel around me and I head to my bedroom. It only took me five minutes to get dress, after that I did my hair and put on my sneakers.

“Scarlett are you ready” Amber yells from downstairs “yes,” I said as I grab my favorite peach lip balm. I close my bedroom door and I head downstairs, I stare at Amber to see her dress in a stripe short shoulder dress. “I love your shirt,” Amber said, I look down at my Nirvana shirt “thank you,” I said awkwardly. So where are we going? I ask “you decide” “how about the movies, or we can go that new huge arcade that had just open up two months ago” “Okay we’re going to the arcade, but just give me the address for the arcade first”.

Amber pull into the arcade parking lot, ” wow this place is huge”. We get out the car, Amber locks the car doors and we head inside. We head over to the front desk, Amber pays for my bracelet which allows us to go roller skating and laser tag. She also brought me an arcade game card with fifty dollars she added to it. We had fun that day anyway I never thought that could happen with Amber and I. I won six prizes and I give three of my prizes to Amber and kept my three favorites. After gaming, Amber and I went to play laser tag. After laser tag we then sat down and ate, and then we went rollerskating last.

“Today was fun,” I said as I enter my house “yeah I miss spending time with you,” Amber said “we barely spent time with each other,” I said with a laugh. “I am going to take a nap” Amber said, “okay, I’ll be in the den watching TV”. Amber heads upstairs while I watch tv. It was around ten pm and I was sleepy, so I turn the TV off and I decided to head upstairs. As I was heading upstairs I could hear sounds coming from Amber room. I walk across the hall to Amber bedroom door. I push the door open quietly and enter her room quietly. I stand by the wall which hid me from my step-sister bed.I look over to see Amber lying on the bed with her dress rise up and her underwear down. Amber was masturbating, I stare at her weird shape vagina hairs. My vagina started to tingle as I watch her finger herself. I put two fingers down in my pants, I was becoming aroused seeing my stepsister play with herself. I never I had feelings for Amber, but seeing her perfectly shave pussy makes me want to dive in and lick her juicy pussy.

” Scarlett,” Amber said, I thought I had got caught but no “Scarlett I want you to lick my pussy and lick it good” she moan, she was fantasizing about me. I pull my two fingers out of my shorts. I quietly leave Amber room when I hear Amber say “Scarlett come here”. I froze in place, I did not want to get caught watching Amber fingering herself. ” Scarlett” Amber said again as she grab me by the waist. I was carried over to her bed, Amber sat me down on her bed. “Amber, I didn’t…” “I knew you were standing by the door watching me fingering myself” I started laughing “I just came in the room…” Amber puts her finger to my lips and shushes me.

“There something I want to tell you, I been holding this in for way too long” “what do you want to tell me” “promise you won’t tell anyone” “why would I tell anyone your business”. Amber sits next to me “I like you” “what” “yes I been liking since you started high school. I always thought you looked way prettier than me so I thought if I dress in cuter clothing it will make me look cuter than you, but I was wrong. I didn’t know at first if I did really have feelings for you. As time went on I grew feelings for you but I couldn’t tell you because were step sisters. How would my mom and your dad feel about this, so I hid my feelings until now. But when I saw you the first time after almost two years away from home I knew I had to tell you I had feelings for you. All I could think of is how much you grew and dam you grew in a lot of places. Dad told me you have a girlfriend now, which made me a little jealous, but I always knew since middle school that you were lesbian but I never told anyone”.” You knew that I was a lesbian in middle school “well I found out when you were third grade, you always played with the guys and you only had one female best friend which is your girlfriend now”. Wow she knows more stuff about me than me.

I lay back on Amber bed, I must be dreaming. I close my eyes, “Scarlett wake up” a voice said. The next thing I knew I felt a hand rubbing the outside of my pussy. I moan, I open my eyes to see Amber laying between my legs how long was I asleep ? “half an hour” she replies. Amber slides two fingers into my pussy “ahh shit” I moan in pleasure. I didn’t want Amber to stop but I knew this was wrong in some way. “Amber we should…” Amber shushes me, and kept sliding her fingers into my wet pussy until she couldn’t go any further. Amber started fingering me, and I moan “this feel great” I said. The next thing I knew Amber was licking my pussy “someone is very wet” she said as she lick my pussy. Amber long tounge was making me go crazy. Amber tongue made pussy tingle “I am going to cum” “don’t cum yet” she said. I try to hold it back I couldn’t, “open wide” I said. I squirted Amber face with pussy juices. Amber open her mouth wide and swallow the rest of my juices and then I cum after.

“So you’re a squirter” Amber said as she lift her body “yes”. “Why does feel so good but yet so wrong” “because it will at first then you’ll have to accept it”. “What if mom and dad fines out” I said leaning against Amber “they won’t” how do you know ? “They won’t find out, I’ll make sure of it” Amber said as she pulls me into a hug.

That all for part 1 keep reading, liking, and commenting if want a part two

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“I had lunch with Evelyn, one of my girlfriends today,” I told my man James over dinner. “We talked about many things. After the dessert arrived we starting talking about our sex lives. She asked all the usual questions women ask each other. How many times a week?

“At least six I told, twice some day, her truthfully as her eyes widened. Does your man have a big cock? Her eyes were like dinner plates when I told her, almost ten-inches when he is fully erect and thick, he is a mouth full.

“You mean you have oral sex with him?, she asked. And he with me, he tongue fucks me at least three times a week, I told her. By now people at the tables close to ours were tuning in, trying to pick up on our conversation, verbal voyeurs, as I enjoyed teasing them.

“Oh wow, I am forty and I have never in my life had oral sex or given oral sex. I feel as though I am missing out on something I should be having.”

“You are missing out on something you should be having. Your current sex life could only be described as vanilla sex,” I told her as she was becoming agitated with the conversation. I asked her what her man did for a job. He was an accountant before he became an economist.”

“Do you watch porno movies on line I asked? We did once but my man didn’t like what they were doing. He told me normal, respectable people didn’t behave like that.”

“When was the last time you had sex with your man Veronica?, she asked me. Just last night, I took great delight in telling her as I became aroused thinking about it. Did you have oral sex, cunnilingus or fellatio? Both, I told her as the people close by were following our conversation. Would you to tell me about how you did it. I am keen to learn.

“Would you like me to tell in detail Evelyn? I asked as the waiters cleared our dessert dishes and offered coffee. She was hanging on to my every word as I started by telling her, we showered together then he helped me on with my heels before he worshiped my big ass. What do you mean worshiped?, she asked. Licked and kissed it, he has an ass fetish, and I like it, and the power it gives me.

“What then Veronica?, she asked red faced. We were in our bedroom, me with my back to a wall facing a wall length mirror as I watched in the mirror, my legs spread while he gave me cunnilingus, a wonderful tongue fuck while I had my first small orgasm. Then James stood facing the same mirror while I licked and kissed his erection. His erection was almost ten-inches long, and so thick before I sucked it as foreplay for both of us.

“What then Veronica?, Evelyn asked. We set the timer, to time ourselves, twenty-minutes is the pass mark, thirty-minutes our target. Then we fucked every which way.”

“I am envious of your sex life. What can I do to introduce some oral sex into my sex life, I have no idea where to start. she told me.”

“How can I learn some of your oral sex techniques”, Evelyn asked. Porno videos are a good start I told her again. However, if that is a problem for you perhaps you would like to watch James and I giving and receiving oral sex, her face incredibly flushed with what was obviously carnal desire.

“Would your man mind?,” she asked, waiting for me to say, no he won’t mind, which I did. He won’t mind as long as you talk to us while you watch us, naked or almost naked. And when you arrive we expect you to look and dress like a sexy forty-year old cougar. You are a very attractive and fuckable woman Evelyn I told he as I sucked her middle finger.

“Do you wax or shave?, I asked her, No she told me, should I? Are you bi-curious Evelyn? Yes I am she told me.

“You do realise my man and I are both bi-sexual Evelyn, I told her as we lightly kissed with our tongues before she hopped into her Uber. No, I didn’t realise she smiled, though I like the thought of it, she told me as we kissed far more seriously with our tongues.

“That was quite a lunch James,” I told him as I concluded telling him about it. “Would like to meet Evelyn and demonstrate our cunnilingus and fellatio skills to her?,” I asked as I showed him some pics of her I took that day on my phone.

“I can’t believe such an attractive woman as her has never had cunnilingus and fellatio. I will be my pleasure and obviously yours as well Veronica. When?”

I was on my phone immediately. “James can’t believe such an attractive woman as you has never had cunnilingus and fellatio. Does two-thirty this Sunday work for you? Yes, our condo. Don’t forget what I told you. You want me to tell you again Evelyn. We want you talk to us, an extra turn for us, while you watch us having oral sex, cunnilingus and fellatio, naked or almost naked. When you arrive we expect you to look and dress like a sexy, forty-year old cougar. And leave your inhibitions at home. See you Sunday.

James and I thrive on a sexual encounter with a third or fourth person, male and or female. That Sunday was excitingly different, very different as a forty-year old, sexually naive cougar wanted to watch us in order to learn some cunnilingus and fellatio techniques.

“You expected me to look and dress like a sexy forty-year old cougar, how do I look? I hope I have left my inhibitions at home,” Evelyn asked full of confidence when she arrived as she tongue kissed me, then James.

She was wearing killer heels, and a short white cocktail dress. “Make me feel like a sexy forty-year old cougar, both of you,” she smiled as she looked at me, then James, before I helped her off with her dress. Just as we had hoped, her skimpy, sexy black thong and matching bra epitomised what a forty-year old cougar should look like for a meeting such as this – a bonus turn on for us.

“Wow, you two are making me feel like a sexy forty-year old cougar, you are turning me on already,” she told us as she looked at our almost naked bodies, both of us wearing matching, silk, short dressing gowns without any belts so our sex was on display. She couldn’t keep her eyes off James flaccid cock as he enjoyed the attention, knowing I would have him rock hard shortly to tease her.

“Wow, look at the way you shave your pubes, both of you, so sexy. And you are huge, much bigger than my man,” Evelyn told us.

James took the initiative as he removed my gown, when he told Evelyn, between tongue kissing me passionately, “Almost without exception we fuck every Sunday afternoon. Lots of foreplay first. Veronica likes me to kiss and lick her big ass, before I lick and suck her erect nipples while she is standing with her back to the wall watching in the wall mirror. Do you like watching Evelyn?

“Then she opens her legs for me so I can lick and kiss her thighs, then her clit, then her cunt lips, the only contact my tongue tip, before I wrap my arms around her thighs and get to work. Now watch me tongue fuck my lady Veronica for you Evelyn, while I talk to you.

“Watch me flatten my tongue and use wide slow strokes to explore her inner and outer lips, vagina, and clitoris. Imagine licking an ice cream cone. Start at the perineum and lick up and around the clit and back down the other side.

“Watch me try different kinds of strokes, circular, side-to-side, up-and-down. I am still discovering what pleases Veronica. When we watch each other masturbate I learn how she likes clitoris to be touched. Give Evelyn your hand, place her hand on top of yours and show her the kind of stroking your cunt prefers.

“Would you like me to penetrate you with a finger Veronica? Yes? You are so wet, I am moving my finger in and out using short but firm strokes. I am going to put my mouth back on your clitoris and lick it. Veronica loves the experience of clitoral stimulation and penetration.

“Look at Veronica, can see the signs she is nearing orgasm , she is moaning, their thighs pressing against my head, her body is arching, her hands tightening on my head. Do you want me to stop now Veronica? No?

“Put a pillow under her ass for me Evelyn, it will elevate her hips and vulva and her increase her pleasure.

“I am going to orgasm for you Evelyn, watch me and watch what James is doing, lifting my big ass with his hands while he is licking, kissing and sucking my cunt. So close, are you watching Evelyn, so good, so fucking good, you don’t know what you are missing. Fuck yes, yes, yes, so good, watch me orgasm. Watch me, watch me.”

“Did you like watching Evelyn, did learn any cunnilingus tips?,” I asked her. “Yes? Good, would you like to watch me give James some fellatio, a blow job, while he stands with his back to wall and and watches in the mirror opposite? He loves another woman watching. Look at his erection, almost ten-inches and thick.

“Wow, I am envious, so would my man be envious.”

“He likes me to commence with me licking and sucking his nipples. Teasing can be one of the best ways to build expectations with oral sex. Watch me breath on his erection and kiss it before I move my tongue up and down his shaft and testicles.

“Variety is truly the spice of life Evelyn, so play freely with your mouth, lips and tongue. Combining different movements such as sucking or swallowing, and making circular motions with your tongue, will all work together to create a pleasurable experience for your man. Start slowly and gently Evelyn, increase the intensity based on your mans reactions.’

“Keep in mind that the most sensitive part of the penis is the head, but don’t just stay there. Mix up your rhythm, intensity and depth to help avoid falling into monotony, while prioritising your man’s preferences. Be gentle, and communicate with your man to ensure they are comfortable and enjoying the experience fully. Are you James?

“Remember you can do much more than just sucking Evelyn, stroking the testicles, stimulating the prostate, caressing the penis. Engaging with your man’s entire body will all help him feel pleasure.’

“Tongue strokes around the foreskin are always pleasurable during a blow job Evelyn, create pressure by sucking the erection will result in the most satisfying and engaging experience for both people.

“Watch me massage the spot between his testicles and anus. Touching it will further stimulate him. Use your hand to stimulate this area by stimulating it with gentle, but firm, circular movements, just like that.

“Watch me make eye contact Evelyn, intense eye contact during sex can help build intimacy.Looking at your partner from time to time can help you both feel engaged. Are you engaged James? Do you love to see me watching you? And Evelyn watching you?

“Do want me to swallow? Would you like to watch Evelyn watch me swallow? How about you Evelyn, would you like to watch me swallow?”

“Of wow, yes, that really is what I imagined a blow job should be. What a turn on for me.”

“Does your man watch you pee?,” I asked Evelyn afterwards as she watched James watching me pee. “No?, my man loves to watch me pee, look at him teasing his cock while he watches.

“Have you ever given your man a golden shower?,” I asked Evelyn as she watched James enjoying my golden shower, just as I was, her face showing her pleasure.

“Are you bi-curious Evelyn? Would you like to shower with me?

“Yes, you know I am bi-curious,” she told me.

“Would you like to visit us again next Sunday Evelyn? We could give you cunnilingus and fellatio, both of us at the same time?,” I asked her as we were passionately tongue kissing.

“Or perhaps you might like us to give you some oral sex, cunnilingus and fellatio, before you leave Evelyn, both of us at the same time?,” I asked.

“Yes please?”

I was in my element, just as James was, both of seducing a new sexual partner, or had she seduced us? Evelyn was on her back on our bed, naked, one knee pointing to the ceiling, at my prompting, as I wrapped my arms around her thighs, then licked and kissed her thigh, then her clit, then her almost bald cunt.

I was pleased to see James had a full, thick, almost ten-inch erection, as he teased Evelyn by rubbing it over her nipples before and after he licked and kissed them.

“Oh wow, fuck, so big,” I could hear Evelyn moan as James slid his erection between her lips in a fucking motion while I continued tongue fucking her.

“You a quick learner Evelyn, so wet, and a very motivated one,” I told her, pleased with myself as she orgasmed a second time for me while James was sliding his erection between her lips.

James had his hands behind his head, his pleasure obvious, as Evelyn was lightly teasing his balls as he continued sliding his erection between pursed her lips in a fucking motion, the large vein in his cock looked ready to burst. “Swallow?,” he asked in a whisper, just seconds before he gushed.

“Would you like to visit us again next Sunday Evelyn? Now that you are losing your inhibitions we could show you new levels of cunnilingus and fellatio,” I asked as James and I watched her pee for us. “We could both worship your ass, James has an ass fetish. We could both tongue fuck you, James while I sit on your face, while you tongue fuck me.”

Evelyn phoned me on the Wednesday, “Do I have to wait until Sunday Veronica? Are you both free on Friday night? And perhaps Sunday as well?”

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Linnea has to choose between Stacey and Jenny

Chapter 10, In which Stacey is a hater

I suddenly awakened, gazing silently at the ceiling of the darkened bedroom. The soft sound of Stacey’s breathing came from atop the bed, but that wasn’t what had roused me. I listened carefully, feeling aches in every inch of my body.

Some of it was sleeping on the floor; the comforter puddled beneath me didn’t do much to disguise the unyielding hardwood beneath it. I suspected I’d have felt the same way if I’d been in my usual location on the sofa; most of the damage had come from straining muscles I didn’t even know I had as Stacey had teased me through an unending series of titanic orgasms.

My face heated at the memory, which was impressive considering I was a self-professed slut. Perhaps it was because none of the climaxes had been of the usual physically-induced variety; perhaps it was because my parents had witnessed most of them. Perhaps it was something deeper.

The soft hum repeated, disrupting my thoughts, and I recognized the sound of my phone in vibrate mode. I rolled silently to my feet, stifling a sigh as I flexed my protesting core muscles, and crept out of the bedroom without disturbing the rhythm of Stacey’s sleep. Where had she left the phone?

I found it sitting on the counter with my keys. The display glowed brightly, displaying only three uppercase letters — “JTX”. As I looked at it, the phone vibrated again, triggering a rush of moist heat inside me. I bit my lip and couldn’t resist the temptation to stroke my suddenly-throbbing clit.

“JTX” was Jenny in Texas, the stripper with whom I’d been having a torrid, if long-distance, affair. Like me, she was a slut who delighted in giving and receiving sexual pleasure, and if there were any two more compatible people in the world, I’d have to see them to believe it. The problem was that I was desperately in love with Stacey, and she was the jealous type.

Stacey had found out I’d been cheating on her the previous night, and it had been as bad as I’d feared. Jenny was safely out of harm’s way in Texas, but I’d been right there to soak up all of Stacey’s hurt and wrathful retaliation. I’d been mind-fucked to the point where I didn’t even really care anymore, mostly. Just doing what Stacey wanted was enough to get me off.

The phone buzzed again and I gasped, my finger twisting the rings that trapped my clit between them. Touching myself that way definitely was not on the list of things Stacey wanted, but just now, the top of the list was “don’t ever have anything to do with Jenny again.“

Since I’d been talking and texting with Jenny every day for months and loved her just as much as I loved Stacey, I really wanted to answer the phone. Knowing that I was denying myself the pleasure of doing so, just because Stacey wanted it, had me wound up tighter than if the phone had been a vibrator buried in my sensitive ass.

The phone went quiet and reported, “Missed calls: 4”. I’d been a good girl, and not answered. The thought left my knuckles white on the counter and my knees gave out. Liquid heat coated the fingers of my other hand and I moaned raggedly, unable to stave off my orgasm. I listened, but the rest of our apartment remained quiet.

A short buzz jerked me back to my feet. “JTX: r u there?” I moaned again, creaming like cheap bacon on a hot griddle as I swayed on my feet, caught between competing imperatives.

I knew I couldn’t go on this way. I loved Jenny — closer than a sister, more than a lover, like we’d become two halves of the same person. I didn’t want to see her suffer at Stacey’s hands. But the way it made me feel to obey Stacey — it was like being fucked in the brain by Aphrodite. I knew I couldn’t resist. A growing part of me thought Jenny would like it, too.

A shaking hand reached out and — after two tries — turned off the phone. Moisture trickled down my thighs like I’d peed, and no caress was needed to tease myself into another massive climax. I huffed for breath and pulled on my stiff nipples, trying to prolong the pleasure, but the physical sensation subsided beneath the knowledge that Stacey did not like me masturbating.

I mewed like a kitten as my hands fell away and the heat of obedience roused me once more. At some point I’d fallen on the floor, but I didn’t remember it. I panted breathlessly, realizing that it wouldn’t be long before I stopped thinking about what Stacey wanted and just did it — like Daddy and Mommy and Michael.

The thought of that happening to Jenny was unbearable. I had to act while I still could.

A moment of careful listening confirmed the apartment was still silent. Quiet as a mouse, I crept down the hall to the closet which was where I kept my belongings. Burrowing through it on hands and knees, I found the unfashionable boots buried in a back corner.

They should have been donated or tossed years ago, but now they served a more important purpose. Stretching my fingers, I reached down the length of the left boot and hooked out the small zip lock bag stuffed up by the toe. I smoothed it gently, almost tenderly, on the floor and gazed at the hair clippings sealed inside.

Jenny had saved her pubic hair when she’d shaved it off, and given it to me just before we’d parted. In my hands, it was a silly sentimental keepsake; the ring riding beneath my clit was a more tangible expression of our mutual love.

In Stacey’s hands, the hair was a weapon of unimaginable power. I didn’t understand it, really, but she could work magic and hairs were the talismans she used to bend people’s perceptions, thoughts, and desires to her will. They were the difference between a Jenny safely beyond Stacey’s jealous vindictive rages, and a Jenny who might find herself doing… anything.

Perhaps it was unkind of me, but I did not imagine Stacey doing anything nice to Jenny. I loved both of them more than I could describe, and I couldn’t let it happen — no matter how much Stacey might disapprove. If I were lucky, she’d never find out and the issue wouldn’t come up; if not, well… I’d take my punishment. Stacey loved me too, in her way, and hopefully it wouldn’t be too bad.

Shaking aside my introspection, I picked up the bag and padded quietly to the bathroom. Offering silent apologies, I opened the baggie and carefully emptied its contents into the toilet bowl. I couldn’t chance missing even a single hair, so I ripped the bag into pieces and dumped it in, too.

Relieved to have succeeded, I flushed the toilet and blinked rapidly as I got blinding light instead of the expected rush of water. I realized I was standing in Stacey’s bedroom with my hand on the floor lamp chain.

Stacey sat up in bed and looked over at the contents of the popcorn bowl sitting on the chair in front of me. “And what do we have here?”

“Nothing,” I mumbled, sounding as guilty as I looked, I’m sure. “Just some trash.”

She leaned over and picked up the bowl, looking at it with interest. “Hair, and not your color, either. Whose hair is it, Linnea? Tell me.”

The habit of obedience was already too strong to resist a direct request. “Jenny’s,” I gasped. The gasp was from the sudden heat inside me, not reluctance. “She shaved her pussy for me, and gave me the hairs,” I added with a rush, feeling a bit juicy for being so helpful.

“How convenient,” Stacey drawled, looking pleased — I hoped it was with me. “Be a good girl and go fetch your phone, will you?”

By the time I returned with it, Stacey’s lips were gleaming in the soft light and I could smell the hair in the pillar candle next to the bed. She spread her legs in wordless invitation and I fell to my knees and began tonguing her. Every twitch and soft sigh she made sent cream trickling down my inner thighs.

Well before either of us was satisfied, Stacey pushed me away, and then snipped a small lock of hair from my head. “I hope we won’t be doing this too many more times, or you’ll need a shorter cut,” she quipped.

I hoped so too, since I owed my current style to her and knew it already was just the way she wanted it. I nodded, uncertain what she was driving at. I settled for watching attentively as Stacey trailed my platinum strands along her lips before sensuously swallowing them. I had to admit everything she did was sensuous.

“Listen carefully, Linnea,” Stacey commanded, and of course, I did. “I know you love me, and want to please me, and doing what I want excites you, right?”

“Oh, yes,” I panted, melting in her regard.

“Now I understand that you have minor attachments to other people, and occasionally you might want to do things for them on your own initiative. Things that might be different than what I would want.”

I nodded, relieved she was being so understanding.

“Well, from now on, Linnea, if you do something — or even think about doing something — that you think might displease me, you’ll lose control of your bladder, right away. Then you’ll come and find me, before you do anything else, so we can decide together on the best thing to do.”

“Thank you, Stacey,” I whispered, glad that she trusted me to police myself. “I love you so much!”

“I love you too, Linnea,” she told me, with an amused smile of approval that made me so hot I wanted to finger myself.

Instead, a small trickle of urine splattered on the floor. My face reddened while Stacey regarded me with a raised eyebrow.

“Already?” she asked, sounding faintly disappointed.

“I just thought I’d like to touch myself — I wasn’t going to do it!” I wailed. “I know you don’t like me masturbating.”

“Poor baby,” she crooned understandingly. “You’ll get better with practice. Now clean that up before it ruins the floor.”

I didn’t want to risk another accident, and I knew how Stacey’s mind worked, mostly. I scooted backwards a little and bent to the floor, licking my piss from the polished hardwood. There wasn’t really much of it, and the lack of comment was all the approval I needed. This time I concentrated only on the joy of making Stacey happy.

When I was finished, I looked up to see Stacey finish coating a healthy-sized lock of Jenny’s hair with the nectar leaking from her labia. Half of the lock went into her mouth, to disappear down her throat. She held the remainder of the tuft over the candle.

I wet myself again, drawing Stacey’s ire. “Oh, please!” I begged. “I love Jenny so much; can’t you do what you did last night, to me? I know she’d love you, and she’s so wonderful, you’d just adore her. We could all be together.”

Stacey’s expression was answer enough, and a powerful yellow stream gushed to the floor as I persisted in my entreaties. “Please, if you love me?”

“Love?” Stacey laughed harshly. “Jenny doesn’t love you, Linnea; she’s a home wrecker! Look at yourself! She’s been trying to lure you into her web since you met, tearing us apart. Even now, when we should be together in perfect love, this Jenny is between us, hurting you. Why else would you be crying and pissing yourself like a baby instead of orgasming with me?”

She threw the hair into the candle, and I felt something break inside me. “Trust me, Baby; I know what’s best for both of us. Today you’re hurting, but some day you’ll thank me for this. Now, call her.”

I really wanted to call Jenny. I wanted to hear her voice one more time. I could tell her to run, to hang up; my empty bladder clenched. I turned on the phone and moaned with the pleasure of obeying Stacey. The phone booted in slow motion, each block in the progress bar marking time in my internal struggle. I was obeying; I could still save Jenny; the moment of decision was still in the future.

“Stand up!” barked Stacey; I complied without thinking. “Walk over here. Wipe off your legs on the sheets. Sit beside me.”

Too late, I realized the series of innocuous commands had reasserted the habit of obedience and fanned the furnace of my body to nearly unendurable levels. When Stacey touched me, her hand felt like a branding iron resting on my thigh.

“Call her,” she repeated.

It was Stacey’s name I moaned as my trembling fingers hit the speed dial. I loved Jenny, but my body wanted Stacey more. I felt like a traitor. I felt like an incipient supernova.

“Linnea, you little slut! Where have you been?” Jenny’s voice was a balm on my aching heart.

I cried, but my tears were silent because I knew Stacey wouldn’t want the distraction. My teeth drew blood on the back of my hand when I exploded a millisecond after handing the phone to a triumphant Stacey. I tried to quiet my breathing so I could hear their conversation.

“Is this Jenny?” Stacey asked carefully.

“The one and only,” Jenny laughed. “Hey, are y’all one of Linnea’s friends?”

“Listen,” Stacey said abruptly. She stared at the phone with ferocious intensity, her eyes almost seeming to glow in the dim light.

“You have never met a Linnea. You will gag uncontrollably any time you ever try to say the word ‘Linnea’. Women repulse you; you cannot bear to touch or clean or groom yourself in any way. You only enjoy fried food, and cannot stop eating until you have vomited. Sex does not excite you unless you are paid for it, and then it is unbelievably arousing. When I hang up, you will immediately drop your phone in the nearest toilet. Enjoy your new life.”

Stacey hit the end button and carelessly tossed the phone over her shoulder onto the bed.

“Jenny,” I whispered, stunned at the totality of Stacey’s retribution.

“There is no Jenny,” Stacey told me. “Forget her; she’s in your past.” She swung a leg over me, muzzling me with her pussy, which was leaking more than usual. “But we’ll always be together to look out for each other, Linnea. Now, clean me up, and since I’m in a good mood, I’ll return the favor.”

She was as good as her word. I extended my tongue, tasting her and feeling the pleasure return and suffuse my body. Just then, mindless rut seemed particularly attractive; the knowledge that Stacey wanted it for me just made it easier.

I rode the wave of orgasms higher and higher. It was so much easier to let Stacey make the decisions, and it felt so much better. I loved being her slut.

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Sven seeks to seduce a priestess of love despite the consequences.

The Rogue’s Harem

Book Three: The Rogue’s Passionate Harem

Part Six: Love’s Nature

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to WRC264for beta reading this.

Chapter Sixteen: Love’s Nature

Sven Falk – Az, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

The room Priestess Thea led me to was surprisingly homey. It wasn’t what I expected given the solemn grandeur of the rest of the Temple of Luben. An open window looked out at a small garden, lacy curtains framing it. A table set in the center, the wood polished to a dark brown. A kitchen stove and counters ran along one wall. A kettle set upon black iron surface of the stove, steam rising out of its mouth.

“Not the room I expected you to take me to,” I said as she bustled towards the stove.

“Oh?” she asked, throwing a look over her shoulder. “Where did you expect to go. My bedroom?”

I couldn’t help the smile crossing my lips. She had a lovely figure, a mature flower at the height of her bloom. Her short, blonde hair framed her motherly face, her blue eyes twinkling. The robe could do nothing to hide the curves of her figure, her breasts large.

“Why not?” I said. “It would be more… comfortable.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Are you saying my kitchen chairs are not comfortable. You haven’t even tried one out.”

“I haven’t tried out your bed,” I pointed out, pulling out a stiff chair. “We could… stretch out on your soft mattress and… talk.”

“Talk…” A shiver ran through her body, a sway to her hips. She opened cabinets revealing a collection of tea cups. She pulled two down and set them on a tray.

“Sure, talk,” I said, a throb running through my dick. I shouldn’t be doing this, but… She was married. She swore vows. It was a… challenge. To seduce her… “Isn’t that why we’re here?”

“To talk, or talk?” she asked. She looked over her shoulder, the smile on her lips growing. “Is that what you think is going to happen?”

“When was the last time you really talked?” I asked her. “To relax. To have a… pleasant afternoon.”

“Mmm…” She opened a sealed box and measured out some powdery tea leaves, pouring them into each cup. “How long do you think it’s been?”

“Too long,” I said, sauntering up to her. My dick was so hard. The way she moved. The way she shuddered. I could feel her need. This woman deserved to have pleasure. To have a young lover that cared about giving her pleasure, not an old husband who had long gotten bored of her body. “Your body needs to be… pampered. To be pleasured.”

I came up on her, looming over her. Her white robe fell over the curve of her rump. She had such a lovely curve to her rear, her figure. She looked at me over her shoulder, a considering gleam in her blue eyes. She turned around, her large breasts rising and falling. Her robe was open just enough to give a little cleavage.

“Tea is nice,” I continued. “But is that what you really need?”

A smile split her lips. Her hand shot out, planting on my chest, stopping my advance. Then laughter burst out of her mouth. A rich, mocking sound. Her breasts shook as amusement spilled across her face. Her shoulders shook and her hair danced around her face.

My forehead furrowed.

“Oh, my son, you are a dangerous one, aren’t you?” she asked. “And I don’t mean because of the short sword you wear.”

“It’s not short,” I said, not caring about her laugh. I grabbed her wrist, touching her skin. I stroked my thumb up and down the back of her hand.

“I’m sure that sword isn’t,” she said and pushed back harder, “but I’m not interested in fencing with you.”

I arched an eyebrow.

She shook her head. “Definitely dangerous. Go, sit down, son. You’re younger than my own boy. I’m not about to relax with you.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing out on.”

Her face hardened. “I know exactly what I’m missing out on. If you love someone, would you hurt them?”

Her words sent a chill through me. My vow to Rithi swelled through me. I would have to hurt Kora to set her free. But… “Only if it would be for the best for them.”

Her head cocked to the side, her eyes flicking me up and down. She pursed her lips for a moment. “So… would me cuckolding my husband, hurting him, be best for him?”

“No,” I said.

“So why do you think a couple of smiles from a handsome, young man would lead me to do that to my husband?”

I shrugged. “You wouldn’t know until you tried.”

She laughed again, rich and melodic. She pushed me back and I didn’t resist this time. I moved away, letting her turn and pour the hot water into the tea cups. It was hopeless. She wasn’t going to succumb and…

Her words struck me. I was going to hurt Kora. It was more than the fact I had to give her up. I would have to make her give me up. She loved me. She wouldn’t want to be parted. Just how much would I have to hurt her to break up with her?

How much pain would I cause her to save her life?

The ache in my cock vanished as I sat down at the table. I didn’t regret my deal with Rithi. We all would have died. Not just Kora, but Aingeal, Nathalie, and Zanyia. I couldn’t let all my women perish. I thought it would only be me that would hurt, but… Kora would pay for this, too.

And so would my other women. They all loved Kora, too. Maybe… Maybe they would choose to stay with her.

At least they would be alive. They would have a chance for happiness without me.

Priestess Thea bustled to the table carrying a tray of tea and… It reminded me so much of my mother. That same smile. That same look in her eyes, taking joy in bringing a snack or treat for her children and their friends to enjoy.

She set the tray down and picked up the tea cup, cradling it in her hand. Steam wafted before her face as she said, “Luben, let the man’s intentions speak true. Let this man tell me about the women he loves.”

White light flared from the tea, bathing her face in a soft aura. The features of her face blurred for a moment, becoming almost fuzzy in the radiance. Then it faded. She breathed in the steam and set it before me.

I swallowed as I stared at the tea, feeling the magic in it. Then I picked it up and sipped the herbal infusion and…

A numbing lethargy settled through me, starting at my tongue. It grew fuzzy, followed by the roof of my mouth and my throat. I frowned and… I set down the cup, staring at the priestess as she set down in the chair beside me. She cradled her cup in both her hands, taking a slow sip.

“Mmm, that is a lovely blend, don’t you think?”

“Suppose,” I said, the word’s coming out slow, measured.

She cocked her head. “You’re a direct sort of man. You see something you want, and you take it.”

“Yes,” I answered, staring at her. “I wanted you.”

“We already covered that,” she said, a little smile playing on her lips for a moment. She took another sip of her tea. “Now, why do you think you love more than one woman?”

“Because… I’m willing to give up Kora, to free her from our relationship, to save her life,” I said without hesitation, the words coming out with just a touch of passion that the numbing tea couldn’t smother. “It’s not what I want, but it’s what’s best for her. And… I feel that way about all of them. I want what’s best for them all. I want to care for them. To defend them. I want them close. I want Kora close, but…

“I won’t let her die. I won’t let any of them die. I would rather take every hurt for them. Let my body be wounded. Let my soul be torn asunder. I would bleed for them. Die for them.”

“Interesting,” she said.

I shifted my shoulders, that rush of emotion swallowed up by the fuzzy numbness. I grew calm again and asked, “Does that mean you’ll marry us.”

“Are you marrying Ava to save her from the enchantment, or because you love her?”

“I want to save her because I love her,” I answered immediately, no thought. It was hard thinking with the spell heavy on my mind.

“I’ll marry you,” she said and took another sip. “Mmm, it’s a good tea, isn’t it?”

“Guess. It makes you truthful.”

“Does it?” She gave me a broad, motherly smile. “Come, let’s get you wedded.”

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Ealaín

Sven sauntered out of the back room with the priestess, a big smile on his lips. The way he moved…

“Did you fuck her?” Aingeal asked, the faerie hovering nearby, her wings fluttering lazily.

“She’s too much in love with her husband,” he admitted, giving Aingeal a broad grin.

“So you failed,” Aingeal proclaimed. Then she giggled, her large tits heaving, making her nipple rings bounced against her plump flesh.

“I choose to withdraw,” Sven responded without a hint that Aingeal’s giggle annoyed him. “It’s strategic. After all, if I corrupted her, she couldn’t free Ava.”

Zanyia joined the giggled. “So smart, Master.”

Then Kora burst into laughter as she sauntered over to her brother. She moved with her dancer’s grace as she took his arm. “You’re disappointed, brother mine. Don’t even try to hide it.”

He shrugged. “It’s for the best.”

“You’re too horny,” she said. “All these women willing to satiate you, and you still want to bed a married woman.”

The closeness between the two made me swallow. Kora loved her brother so much. She knew him better than any other woman in this room. Not even Ava. Kora grew up with Sven. She watched him mature, develop. She joined in on his quest of vengeance, welding herself to him at the detriment of her art.

I squirmed. Was I wrong to advise my mother…?

No, no, Kora’s art had to come first. She had such talent. She needed to inspire the world. How could she do that trapped to her brother who… Who…

Such joy and mirth shone on Kora’s face as Sven grinned at her. What would losing Sven do to Kora? It would give her such pain. Pain that would fuel such art. She could make something so impressive with that.

So many tears…

Did she truly have to suffer?

“I will marry them,” Priestess Thea said, glancing at her husband who stood by the mural, Zanyia kneeling naked at his side. “All of them.”

Ealaín blinked. “What? All of us? But… but…”

I felt like the naga’s ogre struck me a ringing blow. Luben was all about love. Fidelity. Monogamy. Why would her priestess want to marry all of us? And was I included in that “all”? Was I a part of Sven’s… harem?

I glanced at him with Kora and… It wasn’t just Kora who would feel pain once the amulet was destroyed. It would rip out a portion of Sven’s heart, too. He agreed to give her up knowing the pain it would cause him because he loved her. I was responsible for this situation. I advised my mother to break them apart. Did I deserve to be a part of his family when shortly my words would rip it apart?

“Luben respects love in all of its forms,” Priest Otmar said, striding across the worship hall to his wife. “Though monogamy is superior, and the easiest to maintain, it’s not the only way. We marry all those in love.”

“Your Sven has convinced me,” Thea stated as her husband stopped beside her. She took his hand, an act that appeared both habitual and joyful.

“I’m already married to him the faerie way,” Aingeal said, fluttering towards Sven. She settled on his other side from Kora, taking his other arm and rubbing her pillowy breasts against him.

“And now you can be married to him the Lubenite way,” Otmar stated.

Kora looked at me and held out a beckoning hand. “That means you, too, Ealaín.”

I couldn’t help but say, “Yes,” to her imploring need. I… I… wanted to be apart of this. Sven… Kora… I drifted towards her, my armor clinking with every step. This wasn’t why mother sent me. I was here to guide her to her art and…

Maybe…

This was…

Sven stared at me, looking stunned. His eyes met mine and… We were going to hurt Kora so badly. I felt so selfish for taking the radiant’s hand. But I was so greedy for her smile. For the shining beauty, the art, coming from her.

Chapter Seventeen: A Lubenite Wedding

Princess Ava

Excitement bubbled through me. I was about to be free of the corrupted priestess’s spell, free of the depraved lust for my father, and I was about to be married to my Sven. Plus more. A giddy rush shot through me as I drifted to Sven, the others moving with me. Zanyia scampered to me, a toothy grin on her face, her tail swishing back and forth.

“I know,” I told her, feeling her excitement to. “I know!”

Thea and Otmar turned and, hand in hand, drifted towards the altar. We followed, Sven still looking like a poleaxe hit him the face. I don’t think he was prepared to be married to all of us. I had a feeling Sven never really thought he would be married. Not even when he proposed to me over a year ago.

The event that lead to the fire. To my father’s… rash actions.

The reality was hitting him. He kept glancing at Kora clinging to his right side. Of course he couldn’t believe he was marrying her. She was his sister. It went against all Zeutchian customs for siblings to marry. But the religion of Luben didn’t mind. Not if they loved each other. And Sven must have proven he loved us all.

At the altar, Sven, Kora, Nathalie, Greta, and I knelt. The three non-humans, the three non-Zeutchians, blinked. Then Zanyia knelt beside me. A moment later, Ealaín clinked and clattered as she settled her armored form down beside Kora. Last Aingeal gave a flutter of her wings and drifted down to settle on the ground, shaking her head, her pink hair dancing about her shoulders in mirth.

Maybe it was a little silly, but that was how Lubenite weddings worked. Though normally it was only the bride and groom who knelt. Well… We were all the brides to Sven. Even Ealaín. I glanced at the aoi si, her midnight-black face looked as stunned as Sven’s, the same poleaxe whacking her, too.

“Beneath the loving gaze of Luben, these souls have come to unite in fidelity. To pledge themselves and bind themselves together in this life and beyond,” Otmar said, his voice booming through the room, preaching like there was the normal wedding guests in attendance.

I didn’t care. Another giddy rush washed through them. Married!

“All souls are born with something missing,” Thea said, “a hole that yearns to be filled. Like a key into a lock, out there lurks that other soul that shall complete us, and that we shall complete.” She paused. “Sometimes, it takes more than one soul. More than one love.”

I squirmed, grabbing Zanyia’s hand and smiling. Her ears twitched and a rumbling purr rose in her throat. Her ears twitched.

“Bless them Luben,” both priest and priestess intoned as they turned to face them. “As you blessed us.”

Together, the two priests of Luben opened their robes and slipped out of them. Zanyia blinked, her purr faltering as the naked Otmar and Thea embraced. The lamia gave me a questioning look, her golden, cat-slitted eyes wide.

“They show their love and unite together to power the magic of their blessing ritual,” I whispered to her as Otmar’s hands caressed his wife’s curvy body. “Don’t masturbate.”

“But…” Zanyia squirmed, her hand squeezing mine tight.

“That’ll be hard,” Nathalie whispered as she knelt on my other side, holding Greta’s hand.

“Uh-huh,” my busty bedmaid nodded. “He’s sexy for an older man. Look at that body. He’s still fit.”

“And she’s a mature beauty,” Sven groaned from my other side, envy in his voice. He did want that woman bad.

Well, it was good for a woman to turn him down.

Otmar draped his wife over the altar. They kept kissing, their hands moving, but it lacked… a certain eroticism. They were performing. Acting. They’d made love on the altar for so many weddings. For decades. It was perfunctory to them. Just part of the ritual and…

“Otmar!” Thea groaned as he penetrated her, a wanton and wicked sound.

He thrust away at her with vigor. His balls smacked hard into her. His surprisingly muscular ass pumped up and down, burying his cock over and over into her pussy. She moaned and groaned, her fingers clawing at his back, their passion building and building.

That hot itch built and built in me. I squirmed. Though their love-making started out a little rote, now that they had united their bodies, merging into one flesh, the passion made me tremble. My pussy grew hot. I ached to be taken hard by…

I wouldn’t think of my father.

I glanced at Sven kneeling near me with Aingeal and Kora on either side of him. I stared at his young, chiseled face, his blond hair falling around his face, those lustrous locks. His body was strong and graceful at the same time. That dangerous grace of a fighter. A man who wasn’t afraid of danger.

Who didn’t sink into a proxy to fight his enemies or enslave his own people. I didn’t need my father, and soon I would be free of the bastard.

Thea’s moans swelled. They echoed through the vast halls. Her husband grunted, kissing at her neck, his hands squeezing those lush tits of her. She undulated her hips, her thighs wrapped about his waist, gripping him.

My free hand rubbed at my skirt. I wanted to slide it higher up my thigh. I wanted to press between my legs. My pussy was so hot but… but… I couldn’t masturbate. That wasn’t what I should be doing. It wasn’t why I was here.

Yet.

“Otmar!” Thea groaned. “Otmar, yes!”

Zanyia purred beside me, squirming back and forth. Her ears twitched. Her small breasts rose and fell. Her nipples hard. So suckable. I licked my lips, my hand squeezing hers. She squeezed back, her palms as sweaty as mine.

“Thea!” the priest grunted.

“Yes, yes, I’m almost there,” she moaned. “Oh, Luben, thank you!”

My pussy clenched as Thea’s orgasm exploded from her lips. Her body heaved beneath her husband. My nipples ached against my bodice. My free hand clenched my skirt, balling it up as I whimpered in envy.

“Thea!” he grunted, ramming into her. His back flexed. His moans echoed through the room. He was cumming in her. He was spurting his jizz into his wife’s pussy.

A passionate union of love.

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Kora Falk

I trembled as the two priests had their orgasms. I squeezed my brother’s hand. Such a giddy thrill ran through me. I was marrying him. Not just claiming to be his wife, not pretending that we were united, but an actual ceremony blessed by the God Luben. I never imagined this would be possible.

Otmar and Thea didn’t care about the incest. They just cared about our love.

“Luben,” the two priests moaned together as their pleasure peaked, “bless this temple. Let your love spread to his unique couple. Let them feel your touch on their hearts, pierced by your unerring arrow. They are united, as we are. Love has brought them together and forged them into one.”

I let out a happy squeal, my eyes misting with tears. I could feel the God of Marriage and Fidelity gazing down on us from his astral home of the Cloud Palace. I squeezed Sven and Ealaín’s hands while wishing I had more so I could squeeze Ava’s, Zanyia’s, Aingeal’s, Greta’s, and Nathalie’s hands, too. I wanted to share this joy with all of them.

We were about to be married.

Otmar dismounted his wife. I could see her pussy, framed by her blonde curls. White cum and her juices leaked out of her and trickled down to the altar made of equal balance of black and white marble. The moment their combined fluids touched it, light exploded.

A radiance burst through the room. It at once glowed both white and black. But not a harsh darkness, but a welcoming warmth. The twin hues, impossible to coexist together, blended and swirled and then merged into all the colors and yet were none of them. Reds and blues and purples and greens and yellows and oranges and browns and more spilled through the room, washed over us. The love of the two priests formed a tapestry around us, a living painting that writhed and undulated and touched all our souls.

I felt the inspiration of it. It hugged me, caressed me, united me with all those I loved. It engulfed Sven and his harem. I let out a peals of laughter while tears of joy seared down my cheeks. I swayed between my brother and my muse.

The light faded.

Otmar and Thea stood robed before us, their faces flushed, broad smiles on their lips. They gazed out at us then their gaze fell on Ava. The princess quivered, holding the lamia’s hand. Her strawberry-blonde locks spilled about her regal face.

“Before the loving gaze of Luben,” the pair intoned together, “God of Marriage and Fidelity, do you, Princess Ava of Kivoneth, swear to cherish, protect, and support Sven Falk, Kora Falk, Aingeal of Faerie, Zanyia, Demigoddess Ealaín, Greta, and Nathalie in times of plenty and sparse, in times of health and pestilence, in times of fortune and poverty, to hold your vow through life and beyond into death?”

“I do,” Ava said in a ringing voice, her head lifted high, diamonds trickling down her cheeks.

Zanyia purred louder.

The priests gaze switched to me. They spoke the vows, naming all those I cared for. My heart fluttered at each name spoken. I nodded my head and declared, “I do.”

“I do,” Aingeal purred.

“Oh, yes, I do!” Zanyia yowled. “Master owns me! He doesn’t get a choice! He has to keep me!”

“I… I do…” Ealaín said, her voice choked when her turn came.

“Yes, yes, I do,” Greta said, bouncing beside Nathalie.

“I do!” Nathalie said, beaming a smile as she gazed at Sven.

And last the priests asked Sven the same vows, spoken in the same intonation. My brother drew in a deep breath. “I do.”

“By Luben’s blessing, we declare you wedded to Sven Falk and each other. You may celebrate your union.”

The light exploded around us once more.

Chapter Eighteen: Breeding the Princess-Bride

Princess Ava

I gasped as the black and white light radiated from Thea and Otmar. It swept around us a second time, merging and splitting into all the hues. Last time, it just touched our souls, like it was reading us, sounding our intentions. Now… it bound us and…

The light knifed into my soul. My back arched. I let out a cry of shock as it attacked something inside of me. It hacked at… at cords bound about my heart. It severed the bondage of lust chaining me to my father. That ache, that itch deep in my cunt that never truly went away but that I was just ignoring, vanished. My need to be fucked by my father, bred by his incestuous seed, evaporated. The cords of the corrupted priestess’s spell fell away from me.

I. Was. Free.

Tears exploded from my eyes. My entire body shuddered as the joy swept through me. Love consumed the lust. Fidelity swept away the ardor. I didn’t need my father any longer. I just needed Sven and his wives. I just needed my new family. It was wonderful.

“Sven!” I cried out as the light swirled around all of us. “My Sven!”

And then he was before me. He had broken away from his sister and Aingeal. His strong arms seized me. He kissed me hard, his strong arms pulling me against him. I melted against his hungry mouth. I clung to him, a new desire swelling in me.

A pure desire.

My tongue danced with Sven. I was his wife. He was my husband. My prince. I clung to him tightly, my arms locked around his neck. His hands stroked down my back, rustling the fabric of my dress, pulling the cloth tight over my breasts, my nipples aching.

The rest of my family appeared around me as the light faded. They were all my wives, even the sex slaves. Their faces beamed around me as they reached in at me. Their hands fumbled at my clothing, searching for the laces holding my dress closed.

Fingers found them. My bodice grew loose. Gentle hands pulled at my dress, sliding it down my shoulders. Sven broke the kiss to stare at my small breasts quivering, topped by my upswept, dusky nipples.

Armor clinked as hands went to Ealaín’s grab. Others were ripping off Sven’s leathers as I settled naked before him. Zanyia grinned down at me as she tugged off my skirt, already naked, already prepared to celebrate our nuptials.

Greta’s large tits bounced into sight, cupped by Aingeal’s kneading hands. Nathalie ripped off Kora’s robes, bearing my new wife’s tattooed body, the verdant vines and pink flowers almost glowing after being bathed in Luben’s colors.

“Mmm, get that cock growing,” Greta moaned as she pulled away from Aingeal and stared at Ealaín pulling off the last of her armor, her midnight-black body exposed for all to gaze upon.

The aoi si smiled, and then her cock sprouted, thrusting from the folds of her pussy. I shivered as her clit grew longer and longer, the pink fading to the darkness of the rest of her skin. Her large tits bounced, her citrine eyes smoldering with lust.

“Oh, my,” Thea gasped. “I didn’t expect that.”

“Explains how Sven can keep all those women satisfied,” Otmar said then chuckled. “Slipped another cock into the group.”

“We need to get you ready,” moaned Greta next, turning away from Ealaín and her big cock. “Everyone, we have to get our princess-wife ready to be bred.”

“Ooh, yes, Master has to breed her,” Zanyia moaned. Then the catgirl settled between my thighs, her ears twitching as they thrust out of her tawny hair. Her golden eyes stared up at me as she licked her lips. “We have to get her pussy nice and juicy for her.”

“Mmm, yes,” Ealaín moaned. “She has to be so turned on.” She grabbed Aingeal and pulled the pink-haired faerie’s head down towards that throbbing clit-dick. “Inspire her.”

“Yes, yes, inspire me,” I moaned as I watched the faerie’s butterfly wings flutter. She nuzzled her pink lips against the dark tip. “That’s so hot. Suck all her girl-cum out of her cock.”

“Gods, yes,” groaned Sven. “Get my princess ready.”

“We shall, brother mine,” Kora purred as she cupped my small, right breast. My new wife leaned down and licked at my nipple.

Then Zanyia lapped at my pussy.

I gasped as her hot tongue rasped against my pussy. She had a rougher texture than anyone else’s tongue. It stimulated my labia in different ways. It made me gasp and moan. My head tossed back and forth as I shuddered on the floor.

Kora sucked so hard on my nipple, the tingles racing down to my pussy being so expertly pleased by Zanyia. The lamia purred as she nuzzled into my folds, her tail swishing back and forth above her body.

“Rithi’s inspiring art,” Ealaín moaned.

Aingeal’s mouth engulfed the aoi si’s girl-dick. Her body wiggled and writhed, her wings fluttering, as she slid her pink lips farther and farther down the ebony shaft. The more of the aoi si’s cock she took, the more Ealaín groaned and whimpered. Her big tits jiggled and shook.

“Oh, Aingeal, my sweet faerie-wife,” Ealaín moaned, her dark fingers stroking through the faerie’s pink hair. “What a wondrous delight. Love my girl-dick.”

“Love her,” groaned Greta, caressing her big boobs nearby.

Sven tweaked one of Greta’s fat nubs. “Your princess-Mistress has a free nipple, slave.”

“Yes, Master,” she moaned, gazing at our husband with such adoration. Then her eyes shot to me. “I’m your slave-wife, Princess. I always wanted to be yours. Ever since you took me to your bed.” Her blue eyes brimmed with sudden tears. “I just never thought… that it would happen.”

I beckoned to her, smiling at her as I writhed against Zanyia’s fluttering tongue. “Well, it has. So come over here and let’s love each other.”

“Yes!”

As Zanyia jammed that delicious tongue into my pussy and swirled it around, Greta crawled to me. Her big tits swayed and jiggled. I kept my hand out stretched, my fingers first brushing her face. She turned and kissed my palm. As she came closer, my hand slid down her neck and between her pillowy breasts. I squeezed her breast briefly before I was sliding down her belly, reaching for that hot, little cunt between her thighs.

Her golden hair brushed my skin as she lowered her head. As she joined Kora in suckling at my tits, my fingers found her damp bush. She whimpered as I stroked through her curls and caressed the hot silk of her labia. My fingers danced up and down her silt, her juices coating my digits. I parted her petals, caressing her, making her moan about my nub.

“Pater’s cock, that is hot,” Sven groaned, kneeling nearby, stroking his dick.

Inspired by the sloppy sounds Aingeal made as she blew Ealaín, I pursed my lips and arched my eyebrows at my husband. My husband! Another giddy thrill, half-propelled by Zanyia’s exploring tongue, shot through me.

“Wanton princess,” Sven said as he moved to me, his dick thrusting towards my hungry lips.

“Mmm, of course I am,” I moaned, plunging two fingers into Greta’s pussy. “You schooled me in such depravity. You took that innocent, wide-eyed princess and turned her into your whore.”

“My wife,” he said, holding his dick as he brought it to my lips.

“Mmm, your whore. Your wife. Your everything.” I opened my mouth wide and engulfed the tip of his dick.

I moaned as I sucked his cock while fingering Greta’s hot pussy, her juices dripping down my wrist. I couldn’t help the naughty sounds rising out of my throat. Not with Kora and Greta loving my nipples and Zanyia’s amazing tongue stirring up my cunt. So many sensations rippled through my body. So many delights coursed through my veins. They rippled one after the other.

My tongue swirled around the crown of his cock between sucks. I gathered up his salty precum, such a delicious preview of the passion to come. I squirmed and moaned, humping my cunt against Zanyia’s licking mouth as I pleased my husband.

My husband!

Every time I thought that, such giddy joy shot through me, mixing with the bliss my three wives gave me. It inspired me to bob my head, pumping my lips up and down his cock by a few inches. My tongue danced and caressed him. My cheeks hollowed as I loved him.

“Pater’s cock, yes,” Sven grunted, his face twisting with rapture. His muscular body flexing as spasms of pleasure rippled through him. “Gods, you know how to please a man, Ava.”

“Mmm, she does, Master,” Zanyia said into my pussy. She took another fluttering lick, her tongue grazing my clit.

I whimpered about Sven’s cock.

“Just dump all your jizz down her throat, Master,” the lamia continued. She nipped my clit with her teeth, making me squeal. “Then she’ll be ready to be bred. I’ll have her pussy simmering.”

“Mmm, she will,” Kora moaned between sucks.

Greta giggled about my other nipple, making it throb. I pumped my fingers faster in her cunt, stirring up her passion. It made my bedmaid, my wife, moan louder about my nipple as I churned her silky cunt to a froth.

I was so ready to be bred. To be loved by my family. In the background, Ealaín moaned, “Ooh, Nathalie, such a naughty wife. Mmm, get that tongue deep in my asshole and… Ooh, yes, yes, finger my cunt.”v

A heady heat rippled through me as I pictured Ealaín kneeling with Nathalie behind her, the girl’s pigtails dangling down past her face buried between the aoi si’s butt-cheeks. Aingeal on the other side, bobbing her mouth on that ebony cock, making Ealaín shudder and groan, her body assaulted by the two beauties.

Just like mine was.

Kora swirled her tongue about my right nipple while Greta nibbled on my left. My body squirmed, my eyes squeezing shut. I jammed my two fingers deep into Greta’s cunt. My lips sealed so tight about Sven’s cock as I sucked on him over and over, making him groan and grunt.

But the true delight came from Zanyia and that amazing tongue of hers. The lamia rooted through my folds, exploring every bit of her. She lapped up my juices flowing out of me, her tail swishing back and forth. She purred, the humming sound vibrating the folds of my cunt, adding another delight.

My orgasm swelled faster and faster.

I twitched and groaned, grinding against her mouth. She fluttered her tongue through my sheath, building my orgasm. Her nose rubbed on my clit. Little sparks flew, making my stomach muscles contract, my pussy clenching on her probing tongue.

“Gods damn, you are making her purr, Zanyia,” groaned Sven, his hips thrusting, fucking his cock into my mouth. “Keep it up. Make my princess cum.”

“Yes, Master,” our slave-wife moaned.

Her tongue attacked my clit.

She fluttered that rough appendage against my bud. She flicked it over and over, simulating my little button. My legs squeezed tight about her face. I moaned about Sven’s cock thrusting into my hungry mouth. My body shuddered. My nipples throbbed in Kora’s and Greta’s loving mouths.

Pleasure erupted in me.

My orgasm crashed through my body.

I bucked and groaned. I pumped my fingers in and out of Greta’s cunt, my digits wiggling and squirming in her. She moaned about my nipple, sucking on it so hard. That only added to the rapture washing out of my pussy.

I screamed about Sven’s dick then sucked with all my might. Stars burst across my eyes as the rapture flooding out of my cunt reached my mind. I drowned in the rapture my wives gave me. I shuddered and bucked, grinding so hard on Zanyia’s mouth, her tongue fluttering around my vulva, gathering up my juices.

“Pater’s huge cock!” Sven groaned as I moaned about his dick. “Yes!”

Hot cum spurted into my mouth.

I sucked on him, draining him dry. I gulped down all his spunk as I quivered through my orgasms. His salty jizz coated my throat and warmed down to my belly. I felt so wanton. I was truly his whore. Not because a spell swelled my lusts, but because I chose to be. I wanted to be his slut.

His wife.

His princess.

My mouth popped off his cock after he spurted the final time. “Breed me! It’s time! I’m ready! Let’s create a new life together!”

“Yes,” he growled.

Zanyia’s head lifted from my pussy. “I licked her so good, Master! Her pussy is so ready for your big dick!”

“Yes, it is!” he growled and moved over me.

Greta and Kora moved away, my fingers sliding out of my bedmaid-wife’s pussy. I reached up to pull Sven down to me as he mounted me. He settled between my thighs, his cock, full of his fecund seed, nuzzling at my cunt.

I stared into his blue eyes as he settled his weight atop me. His chest crushed my breasts. My nipples throbbed against him. I loved the feel of him on me. It was so wonderful. I was his wife, so happy to be united with him.

“I love you so much, Sven,” I told him. “Since I first laid eyes on you, I knew I would be your wife.”

He smiled. “I never thought I would marry, but… You captured me, Princess. You were the first.”

“Not the last,” I moaned as our wives gasped around us, loving each other.

He just grinned, kissed me, and thrust.

His cock didn’t ram into me, but sank slowly. He savored entering me. I quivered as my husband filled me. My arms and legs wrapped about his body, holding him as tight as my pussy clung to his thick dick. I moaned into his mouth, my tongue dueling his.

He drew back, his cock sliding through the silky sheath of my pussy, stimulating me. Though I just came, I was ready for more, my cunt hungry for another orgasm. And for his spurting seed. My fingernails bit into his back as he thrust forward.

Gods, what a delight. He filled me again.

And again.

His balls thudded into my taint every time he buried into me. My pussy welcomed him over and over, When he pulled back, I squeezed down, not wanting him to leave. The pleasure trembled through me, the silky friction transformed into rapture.

It was such a sweet gift to be united with him. To rock my body against his.

I loved him as fiercely as I could, undulating beneath him. I met his strokes and stirred my pussy around his cock. I made him moan into our lips. I inspired him to thrust harder and harder, to ram his cock faster and faster into my depths.

It was glorious.

Pleasure spilled through me with his every plunge.

His pubic bone smacked my clit. Pleasure flared every time. I ground my button into his pubic mound, his thick pubic hair caressing my labia and bud. I whimpered as I clung to him. My body brimmed with such rapture.

His cum-laden balls thwacked into me every time he thrust forward. I shuddered, so eager for that hot spurt to fill me. My nipples throbbed against his chest, drinking in the manly feel of him. It made me feel so feminine. So womanly.

I was ripe and fertile, ready to be bred by my husband.

I broke the kiss to moan, “Yes, yes, yes, Sven! I want your seed in me. I want you to breed me!”

“Yes!” he growled, thrusting harder, my words inflaming him. His blue eyes smoldered as they stared down at me.

I could drown in them.

“I want your cum spurting in me. So hot! You’re going to claim me fully! You’re going to take what my father craved.”

He grinned and hammered me. “I stole you from him.”

“Seduced me from him!” I whimpered.

“I made you mine!” he growled, his voice so throaty, his passion building.

“Yours!” I whimpered. “So cum in me! You’re my husband now. Claim me! Breed your wife, Sven! Breed your princess’s cunt! It’s yours! I need it! Give it to me!”

“Gods, yes!”

He buried into me. His cock sank to the hilt in me. I felt every inch of him in me, his dick twitching in my silky sheath. His face contorted in rapture. His mouth opened as he groaned out in bliss.

Hot cum spurted into my fertile depths.

My orgasm rippled through me at the first hot splash against my cervix. I whimpered as my cunt milked his dick, drawing out every drop of his spunk to breed my pussy. I knew as my pleasure swept through my body that we were creating a child.

The God Krab would be pleased.

My pussy spasmed so hard about his dick. I wrung out every drop of cum as he groaned above me. Our bodies heaved together as we shared our pleasure. Rapture swept through me. It melted my mind as I gasped and groaned.

“Sven! Sven! Yes!”

“My princess!” he groaned. “My sweet Ava!”

Our lips met in another kiss. My eyes squeezed shut. Tears of joy flowed as I trembled beneath him. I was his. I was free. What a wondrous day. Around us, the rest of our wives celebrated. I shuddered, eager for more pleasure.

Eager to love all my new spouses.

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The Watcher

I hooted as I stared at the temple. Magic rippled through the air. Whatever purpose they needed from Luben, they gained. Soon, they would return to the Temple of Krab. The God of Craftsmen sent unease rippling through my body contorted into the form of the owl. I clutched onto the hundreds and hundreds of feathers, holding the shape as I watched.

The Paragon needed to send our brethren immediately. What could be made could be unmade. And none understood those principals more than Krab and his followers. Our creator’s phylactery lay in peril.

The Paragon must risk confrontation. The humans who possessed it couldn’t know its true powers. Couldn’t understand how Father’s soul could be used. It was a mistake to use proxies to protect ourselves. Time was running out.

“Hurry!” I screeched at a frequency of sound too high-pitched for the humans to hear. “They are getting closer to gaining Krab’s favor.”

“Help is coming,” came the Paragon’s answer.

To be continued…

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Joe loved dominating his 52 yr old mom Holly & 48 year old Aunt Sharon

Joe was fuckin his aunt Sharon up the ass . The 22 yr old master was making sure that his aunt’s gaped as much as his mom’s . 52 yr old Holly watched her 48 yr old sister short haired brunette getting anally screwed , but she couldn’t do anything . She was ballgagged & hogtied in the corner . Earlier in the day before Sharon arrived Joe had fucked her in all her holes before he jerked off all over her face . The cum on her face was nearly dry . Joe had a huge 11 inch penis & would use her as his daily fuck cushion . He was into bdsm & she & Sharon never new what nasty things he would do next ? Like last week when he fisted both of them & then grabbed them by their leashes & dragged them to the washroom where he pissed all over their faces . This sort of thing was normal for Holly who Joe had brainwashed a year earlier. . Joe had finished with his his Aunt Sharon , Holly was untied , as the naughty cumslave sisters licked the master’s jism off their faces . Before Joe decided to piss on his mom’s & aunt’s face in the bathroom , both opened their mouths & also drank some.

Peter was Joe’s 19 yr old cousin he was not not as experienced as a Master as Joe but 3 mths earlier , Joe gave Sharon to him & said he could use her whenever he wasnt around , after all his stepdad Philip was now nothing bur a wimpy cuckold’ . Peter was watching milf lesbian porn as his mom Sharon engulfed his giant penis , she was a great cocksucker , & Peter complimented. He grabbed he her by the head & the brunette deepthroated her son/master. Is that better than Philip’s prick he asked referring to his stepdad ,um mmmh Sharon responded with Peter’s dick still in her mouth . Peter exploded a large amount of jizz down his mom’s throat & she swalloed it all. Did you enjoy that Mom ? ” l loved it Peter , you know you taste good “

Holly was being strapon fucked by her son’s newest sex slave ? girlfriend Karin , at 19 yrs old the tall slim red had the black strapon dildo ( which was 14 inches long) up her ass screaming thru her ballgag the young lady held her by her leash & dog-collar as she spanked the old bitches ass. Joe was filming it all on his cellphone . Maybe later Holly could wack off his stepdad Ernie as they watched the lezfest together . Before Karin left he had her sit on his mom’s face & Holly licked the Karin’s ass & cunt.

Joe & Peter were partying on Friday Night

It was Friday Night at Joe’s place., Joe was leading his mom Holly to the door she wore a dog collar that read ‘Belongs To Joe” & a leash along with a pair of spiked heels & mothing else she was completely nude. THey answered the door , It was his cousin Peter with his mom Sharon , wearing an overcoat ,upon entering she took it off, completely nude , the bigtitted blonded wore a collar that read ” Joe’s Cumslut ” ( as you all recall Sharon only belonged to Peter when Joe was not around) & LEASH WITH SPIKED THIGH HIGH HOOKER BOOTS. Tonight the mothers belonged to master Joe . But Peter answered the next knock it was Shirley he had brainwashed her yesterday . , she was Karin’s 42 yr old raven- haired mom & she was going to be a fluffer while he watched his cousin roughly fuck his mom & aunt

SHIRLEY was a matronly figured bbw who was completely naked & on her knees before her new master Peter, she began blowing Peter as he sat comfortably in the living room armchair. Sharon was giving Joe a rimjob while Joe got a bj from his mom Holly . . Holly & Shirley were bobbing furiously as they got skullfucked by 12 & 11 inch dongs consecutively. . Both schlongs were now stiff as Shirley now got her first assfuck from her new master Peter. ( Karin her daughter had told her he was a kinky & nasty man & as he fucked her ass , he repeatedly said that next week she would 69 with her daughter , it turned Shirley on , her pussy was wet. Once she received her first anal creampie Peter dragged her to the bathroom pissed up her asshole & then all over her tits , face & hair.

Joe had Holly & Sharon side by side doggysyle & began fucking them in the pussy . both old bitches were enjoying the pussy pounding they were receiving in their cunts . CReaming them both they moms licked each others pussies clean .

The Next Day

Holly was jerking Joe off, They watched a mother daughter lesbian porn from Canada , Stacy a short haired red head was abot 45 yrs old was being spanked by her 20 year old daughter Janet who was taller by looked like her clone , soon she was sitting on STACY’S FACE , as Holly was now deepthroating Joes wang for her mid-day snack . Joe was loving it as he watched the femdom rubbing her pussy all over her mom’s face. Joe shoved his prick down Holly’s throat as he spilled more & more of his man dessert down her gullet . Holly could barely swallow , she had never had so much man-juice. Once he had finished Joe , pointed to the bathroom & Holly new what that meant ? Her master had to take a piss & she was his designated human toilet. The End or Is It ???

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The digidestined seperate well the girls become closer

Tai knelt on the cold ground with tears streaming from his eyes. The pain echoing through his body could not match the deadly agony bursting from his heart. All he had ever wanted was to protect Sora from harm but in his greed and his arrogance he put her in danger. The image of Sora with Apocalymon’s hands wrapped around her body drilled into his mind. He couldn’t imagine what horrible ordeals she was enduring at his hands nor did he want to. He couldn’t bare the reality that he had created. TK walked over to him slowly.

“Tai I know how you feel but we need to decide our next move.” TK said gently.

Tai said nothing and merely nodded. He stood up and joined the group. Joe and Izzy looked completely lost. Matt paced back and forth looking nervous.

“We have to go after them.” Matt declared definitively.

“I agree with Matt. This is our fault and we need to save them. We need to leave now. Carry the Digimon and when they are rested we evolve them and use them to ride on.” Tai commanded.

Izzy shook his head back and forth.

“And where are we going specifically? He teleported out of here and we have no idea where he could be.” Izzy explained.

“Well then we are going to need your deductive reasoning. Now come on that’s an order. I am the leader here.”

“A good leader knows to listen to his men who might have an intelligent opinion.”

Tai sighed.

“Fine Izzy what do you think we should do?”

“Ok going into this with a lack of information would be suicide. We need to find Genai he has always helped us before and he will know what to do.”

Joe nodded in agreement.

“Genai’s place is only a days walk from here. He could be a great asset.” Joe said.

“What about the girls? Are we just going to abandon them? He has them and god knows what he is doing to them right now.” Tai yelled.

“My Admiral Akbar senses are tingling it’s a trap Tai!” Izzy yelled back.

“No it’s not. He had us all on the ropes if he wanted us dead we’d be dead.” TK reasoned.

“Then what’s his game?” Izzy asked.

“That’s the point it’s a game. He doesn’t just want to kill us. He wants to challenge us. He wants to push us to the edge of our sanity and break us. He wants to drive us apart. We can not let that happen. We have to stick together and stop him.” Matt explained.

“For once we agree Matt. We need to get out of here and save the girls. We have to search high and low.” Tai said.

“That will take too long. We don’t know where he is but we do know where Genai is. We find him and then focus on them.” Izzy demanded.

“Come on Izzy don’t you care about Mimi? You two are supposed to be together now.” Tai reasoned.

Izzy looked down in shame.

“Her life no more important to me than any of yours and much less so then mine. If want to go after them then fine but I’m going to find Genai.” Izzy said firmly.

“I’m with Izzy I don’t have a loved one out there. Besides I don’t know if they want me around anymore.” Joe said.

“Alright fine we will meet at Infinity Mountain in two days with a report. TK and Tai are you in?” Matt asked.

TK nodded but Tai did not look as convinced.

“I’m not going anywhere with you Matt.” Tai declared firmly.

“Tai this is not the time to dwell on the past. We both care for Sora. We need to work together to save her.” Matt pleaded.

Tai did not respond and merely stared directly to Matt’s right. It was the first time Matt had noticed that Tai had not looked him in the eye once since they arrived.

“What’s wrong Tai can’t be a man and look me in the eye?”

Tai grew angry at the insult to his manhood.

“Do you know why I can’t look you in the eye? It’s because every time I look into your eyes I see her love for you reflected in them. I see the two of you naked thrusting into each other moaning with lust. It started when you were dating and got worse overtime. I accept the fact that she choose you but I’ll be damned if I’m going to travel with you.” Tai stated.

Tension began to rise into the air again. Matt glared at Tai with mixed feelings in his heart. He was partially relieved to hear that Tai had let Sora go but furious at his coldness to him. Matt sighed.

“Fine we will split into three groups. Izzy and Joe will go to Genai’s place. They can take Gatomon with them. TK and I will search the east end of the island with Palmon in our care and Tai will take to the west with Byomon.” Matt stated.

Tai looked shocked at Matt leaving Sora’s Digimon with him. Did he possibly forgive him? Well it didn’t matter they had business to attend to. The group gathered and shook hands like men. Despite all the bad blood between them over the years this simple act of respect bought them a little closer together. They may have been separating but they were still a team and no amount of time apart would ever change that. Matt, Gabumon and Palmon began walking east with TK and Patamon. Matt slowly turned back to Tai.

“Hey Tai good luck man.”

Tai nodded slowly and the three groups departed into the unknown. Guided by love and a thirst for revenge they kept moving forward.

Sora burst up in a cold sweat. Her body was soaked to the core. She had been tormented by horrible nightmares. She was in a dark stone pit with only the dim glow of the waning moon to give her sight. Her body felt as though it had been cut by a knife hard and deep. She looked down at her once beautiful dress and discovered long bloody tears in both her dress and skin. She slowly reached down and felt one of her wounds. A sharp stab of pain rushed through her body.

“Just relax and lie down. You’ve been through a lot.” A gentle female voice from the shadows called out.

“Who’s there?” Sora called out nervously.

Kari slowly moved out from the shadows with her clothes torn around the shoulders and chest. She looked worse for the ware but Sora could see a slight glimmer of light hiding behind her eyes. Sora’s heart rate slowed and a warm feeling rushed through her body. Even at the edge of darkness a friendly face was all that she needed to feel safe. Sora let out a long sigh and lied back down. Kari walked over to Sora and began dabbing at her wounds with a wet piece of torn clothes.

“What happened?” Sora asked casually.

“Well I would imagine that you tried to repress what happened. You got the worst of the punishment by far. Apocalymon dug his claws into you pretty deep I’m surprised that you survived at all. The sounds of you screaming were almost unbearable. I thought Mimi was going to throw up.” Kari explained.

Sora bolted up completely forgetting about her pain.

“Mimi where is she? Is she alive? Is she alright?”

Kari shushed Sora and lay her back down. Kari let out a sigh and pointed to a dark corner. Sora had to squint to make out Mimi’s thin form in the corner. She was huddled down with her head in her knees. She bared several scratches on her face but her most disturbing feature was her eyes. Her eyes were almost completely glazed over with no hope left in them.

“She’s been like that for hours. She hasn’t moved or spoken since the torture stopped. I tried to talk to her but it’s like she is miles away.” Kari explained

“Well at least the worst is over.” Sora said.

Kari looked nervous.

“I wish that were true but I’m afraid that we haven’t even begun yet. Apocalymon said that he would be back. I’ve heard the most terrifying sounds echoing through the walls. Whatever he has in store for us it will make our previous encounter seem like a tickle fight.”

Blood began gushing from Sora’s vagina. Kari began to panic.

“Your wounds are reopening. He put those disgusting claws deep inside you. You are bleeding internally and you can easily be infected. Ok I’m going to have to sterilize your wounds but it won’t be pleasant.”

“This whole situation is unpleasant. Please just do something.” Sora pleaded.

Kari nodded and pulled down her pants. Sora was shocked at Kari stripping in front of her but the pain was overshadowing that fact. Kari took her little cloth of clothes and crouched over it. She looked as though she was concentrating very heavily. It took Sora a moment to realise what Kari was doing. She moved to protest but she knew that there was no other option. After a few moments a yellow stream of urine poured from Kari’s vagina and soaked the cloth. The urine was an extremely dark yellow and the smell was overbearing. They clearly hadn’t been given any water and were close to dehydration. Kari looked deep into Sora’s eyes.

“This is going to hurt a lot but understand it needs to be done. Is that ok?” Kari asked gently.

Sora merely nodded. Kari stuck a finger in Sora’s mouth to prevent her from biting her tongue. Kari moved the cloth towards Sora bloody vagina. A couple of drops dripped down sending send small shockwaves of pain through her. Sora’s teeth lowered nibbling on Kari’s fingers but he regained composure. Kari sighed softly and stuffed the cloth into Sora’s vagina. Every part of Sora’s being protested what was happening. The pain from her vagina was worse then that of even losing her virginity. Her whole body tensed up and fought to force Kari’s hand out of her. Kari didn’t give up and twirled her fingers around the gash. Tears poured out of Sora’s eyes it was the most disgusting and painful moment in her life. Finally Kari removed her hand and the pain slowly stopped. Sora relaxed and panted. Kari leaned down and gently kissed Sora’s cheek.

“Well on the bright side. You’ve gotten some training in for child birth.” Kari said with a smile on her face.

Sora gave a dry laugh and smiled a little. The thought of her baby made Sora worry. Her current situation put the baby in grave danger. If Apocalymon found out about her baby she couldn’t even imagine what he would do to it. Kari could see the fear on Sora’s face and she knew what was bothering her.

“We won’t let anything happen to your baby. We will do everything in our power to stop him.” Kari assured her.

Sora gave a small smile.

“Thank you so much Kari. You are such a good friend. I don’t know what I would do with out you.” Sora said.

Tears began to flow from Kari as well. The two girls hugged each other tight. Kari began rubbing Sora’s back gently. She felt warm despite their cold surroundings. Sora could feel Kari’s breath on her ear and she let out a small gasp of pleasure. There was something about Kari that felt right. Her body was soft and smooth that radiated with a youthful glow. Sora could feel their heart beating in tune with each other. They gazed deeply into each other’s eyes and could see each other’s souls.

“How are you going to protect the baby when we can’t protect ourselves?” Mimi said coldly.

Sora and Mimi turned to Mimi in shock. It was the first time she had spoken since they had been captured.

“What did you mean?” Kari asked.

“We have no power here. Our Digimon are gone and we are facing a god like being. Face it we’ve lost.” Mimi declared firmly.

“Hey things may look down right now but you have to have faith. We have each other and that’s what matters. If you give up then you have already lost.” Kari yelled.

“And what makes you think that you will survive? What evidence do you have for that? Do you think that someone will ride in on a white horse and save you? Do you think that life is just a sugar coated roller coaster ride of fun? The world is cold and will only break your heart.” Mimi replied.

Sora and Kari looked over at Mimi with disbelief.

“What happened to you Mimi? Why do you feel like this?” Sora asked.

Tears rolled down Mimi’s face. She began sobbing.

“I didn’t have a wonderful life like you. I’ve done things that I’m ashamed of. I’ve been used and abused by so many men that I can’t even look even look at myself in the mirror anymore. All I see is a cheap horror with dead eyes. I cannot face that. I have nothing left in my life to be happy about anymore. I’m just a broken girl for men to use as a toy.” Mimi sorrowfully admitted.

Sora and Kari began to leak tears as well. They couldn’t believe that something so horrible could happen to someone so close to them. Sora slowly walked over to Mimi and rubbed her back slowly. She gently touched her chin and turned her face to hers.

“You are not a broken toy you are our friend and you mean the world to us. I know that things have been rough but we are here for you. You are not alone.” Sora said softly.

Mimi looked deep into Sora’s eyes. She felt the genuine concern and love she had for her. A warmth spread from her heart throughout her body. She began to sweat and pant she didn’t know what to do. Mimi closed her eyes and leaned forward. She gently kissed Sora on her soft moist lips. Sora’s eyes widened in shock. She had never kissed a girl before and she didn’t know how to handle the situation. Half of her wanted to break off and start spitting out her germs. The other half of her wanted something completely different. She wanted to lie Mimi down and ravage her body. Mimi’s skills in kissing were incredible she moved her lips around in a perfect pace and her mouth tasted like a tangy mint. Sora relaxed and let Mimi continue to work her. Mimi finally broke off and the two panted. Mimi blushed slightly.

“I’m sorry about that. I did a little girl on girl stuff in my film career so I’m used to doing that. I just wanted to thank you for everything. I haven’t heard a lot of words of encouragement lately and I guess I overreacted. Oh god I’m so sorry I don’t know what I was”

Sora grabbed Mimi’s head and shoved her tongue down her throat. Mimi looked just as shocked as Sora had but accepted it. Sora shoved her tongue deep down her throat and wiggled it around like a worm. Mimi rubbed her shoulders and went deeper and deeper making Mimi moan softly. Sora broke off and a little stream of their saliva fell to the ground between them. The two looked at each other like a couple of drunk and horny schoolgirls.

“I’ve learned a few things myself.” Sora declared slyly.

Kari watched from the distance. She was shocked at her friend’s willingness to let everything go. She was horrified and a little intrigued. She had never even considered women before but watching the two of them and how close they seemed filled her body with lust and her vagina with a moist sensation. She wanted to join them and experience a new level of closeness and love with their friends. Her body moved closer to the group and she got on her knees.

“Can we really do this? What about our loved ones?” Kari asked.

Sora’s mind flashed to her selfish husband. She could feel his cold stare on him and it sent a wave of white-hot rage through her. Part of her wanted to throw herself at anyone and disgrace herself to make him feel the pain that she felt. But this was not the time. She looked at the two beautiful women kneeling before her. They were more important to her then some petty revenge. This would be an act of purity. She would deal with her with her pent up emotions later. Sora reached out and grabbed Kari’s and Mimi’s hands.

“I sure that they will understand. Let us not worry about things to come. We have to stay in this moment there is nothing else. There is nothing but the three of us girls. Our hearts beat as one in this moment.” Sora said softly.

The three girls reached out and put their hands on each other’s chests. Their hearts beat in perfect unison. Sora and Kari leaned in and began French kissing each other around and around. Mimi leaned in and the three of their tongues danced around each others dripping saliva all over each other. Their tongues were warm and moist. They delivered pleasure to each other in ways that they didn’t believe was possible from a simple kiss The three fell back and panted loudly. Mimi gave a sly grin.

“You know that we are going to have to settle this right?” Mimi asked.

The other two caught the drift and smiled back. The three put out their fists and prepared for the ultimate battle.

“Rock, paper, scissors!” They all shouted at once.

Sora pulled out a pair of scissors and the other two rocks.

“Ah shit.” Sora grunted.

“Sorry Sora but it looks like you are the bitch.” Mimi said with a big smile on her face.

“Just watch my vagina it’s a little sore.”

Sora took off what remained of her dress and dropped it to the floor. She stood completely exposed in front of her two friends and yet she didn’t feel the slightest bit of embarrassment. Mimi pointed to the ground and Sora sighed. She lied down on the ground and Mimi slowly sat down on her face. Mimi’s vagina formed a tight seal on Sora mouth. Feeling the pressure Sora wasted no time in ravaging Mimi’s glorious love hole. Mimi signalled Kari to come closer and she obeyed instantly. Mimi grabbed Kari’s head and frenched her deeply. Kari reached down and began lightly twirling her fingers around Sora’s clit. Sora moaned softly well moving her tongue wildly like a snake sending Mimi into small spasms. Mimi began to leak all over Sora’s face. Sora nibbled on Mimi’s clit lightly sending Mimi into a blissful orgasm.

Mimi got off of Sora and she began to pant loudly. Kari got down on her hands and knees and began to lick Mimi’s juices off of Sora’s face. Mimi’s juices were sweet and salty on Kari’s tongue. Kari began kissing Sora’s bountiful breasts absorbing every bump and every bit of her smooth skin. Mimi moved down to Kari’s behind and began fingering her pussy very quickly. Kari moaned loudly and thrust her hips backwards into her fingers. Mimi’s skills were incredible. Mimi saw Kari’s reactions and grinned widely. Mimi twisted her fingers around and pushed on Kari’s G-Spot. Kari gave several loud and rough moans. No one had ever touched her that way before. No one even tried to look for her G-Spot. Sweat poured from her body and she gave off a loud piercing moan.

Kari collapsed and smiled. She leaned back and kissed Mimi deeply transferring some of Mimi’s own juices back to her. The two looked down at Sora who had been almost ignored and they nodded. Sora smiled and spread her legs wide. The two girls got on their knees and began licking Sora’s vagina together. Kari traced her tongue around Sora’s tight vagina well Mimi began sucking on her clit. Sora became drenched in sweat. The two girls working on her together became almost too much to bear. Sora’s wrapped her legs around their heads and forced them in closer. The two girls licked Sora’s vagina wildly as though their lived depended on making her cum. Sora finally couldn’t hold it anymore and squirted all over their faces. Mimi and Kari licked the juices off of each other and the two girls collapsed next to Sora.

Sora wrapped her arms around them and bought them in closer to her. The two girls rested their heads on her chest like a couple of small children. Their hearts though beating faster still beat as one. Sora could feel their souls transferring between them. They had become closer then they ever believed possible and nothing could ever bring them down. A loud rumbling sounded through the air. The three girls clutched each other in fear. The stone wall in front of them opened and a light peered into their chamber. Sora peered in and her eyes widened in shock and fear. She thought that nothing could harm them anymore and that the worst was behind them. She was wrong, very wrong.

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Sister Bernadette was a very naughty nun.

Naughty Nun

Sister Bernadette was the youngest and the prettiest nun at my school. She was a novice so she wasn’t a real nun yet. Since all I could ever see was her beautiful face and her slim hands I could only imagine what was hidden beneath her habit.

I had been punished for breaking one of the many dress code rules. My skirt was not touching the floor when I knelt down. For that I had to sit in Mother Superior’s office and get the palms of my hands hit with an old fashion wooden ruler. The ruler looked to be as old as Mother Superior herself.

As I was walking quietly through the empty corridors to the schools rear exit, I passed by the chapel. Normally the door is wide open but it wasn’t, so it got my attention. The door was not fully closed either, so that too got my attention. As I quietly peeked inside I saw Sister Bernadette on her knees with Father Dan thrusting his cock into her mouth. I could hear him telling her to blow ‘Gabrielle’s Horn’ as he fucked her face slowly. I must have watched them for a full minute or more. He knew better than to soil her garments with his cum so as he approached the end he told her to assume the position. At which Sister Bernadette turned around and grabbed the bottom of her habit. She pulled it up and over her head and then she bent over at the waist to grab her ankles. She was presenting her bare bottom to Father Dan. Sister Bernadette was not wearing any panties and her pussy was quite hairy from what I could see. Father Dan took a hold of Sister Bernadette’s hips and shoved his massive cock into her waiting vagina. He fucked into her like a man possessed. I actually thought for a moment that he just might be possessed and that he might need an exorcist or something. He was thrashing about and speaking in tongues. Well he was speaking in Latin anyway. He was also spanking Sister Bernadette’s bare ass as he thrust into her. She did not cry out. He then reached up underneath her habit to grab onto her breasts. I couldn’t see it but I knew that was what he was doing to her. Sister Bernadette finally let out a few muffled sounds of pleasure before Father Dan gave her a few final thrusts and came inside of her.

I watched as Sister Bernadette tried to get her habit back in place and as Father Dan got his pants back up and fastened properly. Sister Bernadette knelt before Father Dan as he splashed some holy water on her and then forgave her of all her sins. I thought that it was pretty sick to be the one that give her the sin in the first place and then to be the one to take it away like that. Hypocrite!

I was so sexually excited myself that I ran to the girl’s room to play with myself before I went home. As I was sitting on the toilet in the first stall I heard Sister Bernadette come in. I lifted my feet up off the floor so she couldn’t see them. I know that the bathroom door does not have a lock on it but I have seen some of the older girls put the big metal trashcan between the door and the first sink so they could smoke. It very effectively ‘locks’ the door from any intruders. Well I heard Sister Bernadette move that heavy thrash can into position.

I ever so quietly stood up on the toilet. I could just barely see over the stall walls but instead of taking the risk I just leaned forward to peek out through the crack along the edge of the door.

I could see Sister Bernadette standing almost directly in front of me and I could also see her in two of the mirrors. I then watched as Sister Bernadette carefully removed her headgear and revealed her short brown hair. She looked in the mirror and tried to straighten it up using her fingers. She then removed her habit and hung it up on a hook. Sister Bernadette stood before me completely naked, except for her ugly black shoes. She was not wearing a bra or panties, not even a slip under that scratchy material. I watched as she started to wipe up Father Dan’s cum that was leaking from her pussy and flowing down one of her legs. She could not have been in a more compromising position when I opened the door and stepped out of my stall.

Sister Bernadette stood there paralyzed with one foot on the floor, her other foot up on the sink, and a wet paper towel in her hand between her legs.

Sister Bernadette was so stunned that all she could say was “Oh my God Margaret what are you doing in here?”

I replied, “Well Sister Bernadette I was in here masturbating.”

Sister Bernadette said, “That’s a sin young lady.”

I replied, “Sister Bernadette I just had too masturbate after watching Father Dan fuck you in the Chapel. It was so sexy, so depraved, and so degenerate all at the same time that I couldn’t help myself. He has the biggest cock that I have ever seen.”

I heard Sister Bernadette gasp as she realized that I really had seen her in the Chapel with Father Dan. I could see her head spinning out of control as she was desperately trying to get out of this situation. She hadn’t even changed her position, so I walked over to her and took the wet paper towel from her hand. Then as she stood in that awkward position I knelt down in front of her and started to lick her hairy pussy clean.

Sister Bernadette held onto the back of my head and purred as I licked, kissed, and sucked on her well-used pussy. She confessed to me that giving up girls was the worst part of becoming a nun. It had been easy for Father Dan to seduce her. He could sense that she was ready to explode sexually at any moment. Sister Bernadette was a lesbian but she was fearful of trying to seduce another nun. After all they too had taken a vow of chastity. Father Dan’s hard cock would be good once in a while, but nothing could take the place of a nice soft woman snuggled into you for the night. Yes, that is what she missed the most. Sister Bernadette was truly a lesbian at heart and only out of desperation had allowed Father Dan to fuck her. She confessed to me that he had only been her third man and her third fuck too. Her priest at home had taken her virginity when she talked to him about becoming a nun. Then the Cardinal had fucked her when she took her first vows. It only seemed right that her current priest have the same honor.

I was the first woman that Sister Bernadette had been with since she had made the commitment. At fourteen years old I didn’t really consider myself much of a woman yet but then again Sister Bernadette was only nineteen years old herself.

After I had given Sister Bernadette a thorough tongue-lashing she asked me if she could return the favor. Of course she could so I got undressed for her. The school uniform consisted of a white button shirt, an ugly striped tie, a pleated plaid skirt, and a pair of knee socks with patent leather shoes of course. But the sexy bra and thong panties that I was wearing were certainly not school issue. They were bright red and very lacy. My 34-B breasts were rather nice even if I did have to say so myself. After all I was a virgin and I hadn’t had even had the chance to show them to a boy yet.

Sister Bernadette sure liked my tits though and went right after them. Her lips felt so good on my breasts that I think I had an orgasm right away. I just felt so good that it really didn’t matter at all. Sister Bernadette sucked my nipples into her mouth and swirled her tongue around them. She worshiped my breasts as much as I did.

She then helped me down onto the floor and then buried her head in between my legs. I didn’t have only half the hair down there that she had but I knew that it would grow in someday. Sister Bernadette licked me like an expert. She drove me up the freaking wall several times. She absolutely loved what she was doing to me. I lost count of the orgasms that she had given me but I was more than satisfied when she was done.

Sister Bernadette cleaned up once again and cleaned me up too. Then she kissed me full on the mouth with tongue too, just as true lovers would. She thanked me for restoring her sanity. Then we got dressed and Sister Bernadette walked me to the backdoor. She came outside with me for a moment.

Sister Bernadette asked, “Can we do this again sometime real soon?”

I asked, “What about Father Dan?”

Sister Bernadette said, “Maybe I can talk him into giving me a key to that old storage room in the cellar. That’s were I saw him fucking Mother Superior.”

I asked, “Father Dan fucked Mother Superior too?”

Sister Bernadette said, “According to him I was the only nun that her hadn’t fucked.”

I smiled at Sister Bernadette and asked, “Do you suppose we might get Mother Superior to join us down there in that old storage room tomorrow after school?”

Sister Bernadette replied, “Well I can only try. After all she is supposed to be human. If you can believe that! Maybe I can blackmail her into it.”

I suggested, “Suppose you and I try to seduce all of the nuns like Father Dan has.”

Sister Bernadette smiled and kissed me goodbye. She didn’t even look around to see if anyone was watching us.

On my walk home I couldn’t help but think about Sister Bernadette. She was my first lover and she always would be too. Then I started to think that maybe Mother Superior might be nicer to me if I licked her pussy. I smiled all the way home.

The End
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