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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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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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Death and love go hand in hand.

Paradise Valley, Fort Kearney

“Eeeiiiee eee eeet,” the beautiful tinkling call of a blackbird sang from the top of a cattail in the river. Silver Quail looked up and smiled.

“I can make you a whistle like that out of a willow branch. I love blackbirds, they are so beautiful,” Silver Quail said from where they sat by the river. They had willow branches all around them. Nancy had a taller pile because she was a slower worker. They each had a four-foot-long cone of branches in their laps with willow funnels hidden inside the mouth. Silver Quail’s was almost complete. Nancy was an hour away from completing her fish trap. They worked side by side in companionable silence. The warm sun drew familiar fragrances from Silver Quail’s buckskin dress. Bees, flies, and white fluff dotted the golden rays of morning sunlight shining down upon the river. A humming bird investigated the bright colors of Nancy’s dress, before flying off to find flowers.

“There,” White Quail pointed. The blackbird flew up and disappeared. The cattails near where it sat were waving, although there was no wind. “Do you see that?”

“Yes,” Nancy said, shading her eyes. “What is it?”

“A trout, perch, or catfish, most likely. A very large fish. Fish play and spawn out here in the yellow sand, but their food is hidden in the reeds. They have hidden pathways inside the reeds that only they know about. If you watch, you can find these pathways.”

“So that’s where you will hide your trap?” Nancy said in comprehension, while biting her lip. She took great pains in weaving her fish trap tight with it’s many rings of willow branches.

“It is, but we will look for one more, a place for you. There, that’s good enough,” Silver Quail sat her fish trap on the sand beside her. She took up another large willow branch and bent it into an oval. As she added more branches, her oval became almost flat.

“Yours is deformed,” Nancy giggled.

“No, this one is different. It’s for crawdads. Easy to crawl into, impossible to escape. It requires a very delicate weave.”

“Crayfish?” Nancy asked in disgust.

“My god yes,” Silver Quail had adopted the phrase from Nancy.

“I will let you eat one first,” Nancy shivered.

“I have eaten many. Those who can find and trap crayfish are considered very skillful in my tribe. It’s one of the best foods on earth. Catch as many as you can, dry the extras for the winter. They are heavenly in soups.” Silver Quail waded out and pushed her trap to the bottom of the river. She waved Nancy forward and pointed out another likely spot.

“What about that one?” Nancy pointed at the crayfish trap.

“That’s why I brought the stinking quail heads,” Silver Quail smiled. She tossed the four heads into the trap, then pinned the trap to the bottom of the river with a long forked stick. They watched for a moment to make sure nothing drifted away, then returned to the ranch. There wasn’t much going on, the girls were hunting food, the men were driving 30 head of cattle to Ft. Kearney for sale. Silver Quail had collected dandelions for planting in the front yard, and Nancy had collected a few daisies. Both were edible. Rather than completing the dreaded picket fence, Silver Quail and Nancy had brought in stones from around the ranch. They dragged the stone boat around behind a horse to smooth out the potholes in the much-used road, then used the stones to build a low fence around front yard to keep horses out. They spent the rest of the morning planting. It was hard for Nancy to keep up with Silver Quail’s brutal pace, but she was determined to gain Silver Quail’s magnificent figure and her wiry strength.

“There, those yellow mushrooms growing in a clump,” White Fawn pointed in excitement. She dropped the reins of their basket-ladened horse and pointed.

“They are everywhere,” Willow Bud exclaimed. “My tribe comes from the desert, we have no mushrooms,” Willow Bud bent to collect the best of the plentiful mushrooms.

“I don’t think I’d like the desert. No, get them all, we will dry the extras,” White Fawn bent to pick the handful of chanterelles which Willow Bud had left behind. She suddenly found her face an inch from the other girl’s.

“You . . . you have to be careful,” White Fawn whispered, “there is another one that looks like these, but they will make you sick,” she looked from Willow Bud’s eyes to her mouth. “I will show you the difference later.”

“Ok,” Willow Bud was poised like a frightened deer.

“I like the huge puff balls and any which grow on a tree the best. There are no poisonous varieties.”

“I see,” Willow Bud moved no closer, or farther away. She simply waited.

“Do you know how to kiss?” White Fawn whispered.

“Oh yes, the white men teach me,” Willow Bud snarled. White Fawn dropped the mushrooms into the basket with lax fingers. She moved closer to Willow Bud and pressed her lips against the Ute girl’s. They became very animated, as they twisted and twined. Slowly they sank to the ground and continued the kiss, tightly locked in each other’s arms. Being ever frugal, White Fawn set the basket of mushrooms aside so it would not get dumped.

Willow Bud slid to her back on the ground, with White Fawn on top of her. They kissed silently for several minutes, then White Fawn’s hands went to Willow Bud’s breasts. They were large and firm in her hands. She liked them immediately. As she massaged first one breast, then the other, Willow Bud withered beneath her. White Fawn lowered her mouth and licked Willow Bud’s right breast. It was salty and subtly scented. She sucked the end of Willow Bud’s breast into her mouth, while breathing loudly. She finally pulled her mouth off and captured the stiffened nipple.

“I’ve never done this before,” Willow Bud warned.

“Don’t worry, I have,” White Fawn said with a smile. She leaned across the girl and started on her left breast. After several more minutes White Fawn wanted more. She was shaking, nervous, and very horny. She quickly slid Willow Bud’s skirt up her slender legs and found the abundant pussy hair beneath it. Willow Bud had her legs tightly closed. White Fawn gently pried them open, revealing a large, well-defined pussy. It was already glistening with juice. Willow Bud was ready.

White Fawn pushed Willow Bud’s right leg aside and crawled up between them. She caressed the abnormally large pussy lips with the tips of her fingers and Willow Bud withered beneath her. White Fawn brought her fingers up to her nose and sniffed, while looking Willow Bud in the eyes, then she slid the fingers inside her mouth and sucked on the juices. Willow Bud’s eyes widened. White Fawn pressed the wet lips of Willow Bud’s pussy open with her thumbs and sank her face between her legs. She showed no hesitation when her lips touched Willow Bud’s moist box and kissed it, first in one place then another, with loud, slow kisses. The tip of her tongue slid inside Willow Bud and the girl arched and gasped, the first sound she had made.

White Fawn stopped and tasted the fluids on her tongue, deciding they were unique and good. She sealed her mouth over Willow Bud’s pussy and began sucking and tonguing, while she worked her face from side to side. Willow Bud heaved up off the dry leaves and fed her sensitive pussy to White Fawn’s eager lips. She panted and cried as the tongue flashed around inside her, sending fire and electricity to all parts of her body. She looked down with desperate eyes, looking right into the smiling eyes of White Fawn. She hissed something in her own language, then arched more and closed her eyes. Her hands were full of dry leaves. Her heels dug into the fresh black earth. White Fawn wet two fingers in Willow Bud’s pussy and began sliding them in and out of the girl. She whimpered and thrashed, feeling more stimulation in her pussy than she had ever felt before.

The steady sound of White Fawn’s tongue and Willow Bud’s panting breath blended with the bird calls around them. The horse snorted and shook it’s head, then stepped forward in search of food. A squirrel chattered at the horse, standing so close to its tree. The horse ignored it, munching quietly, then dropped its head to pull more grass.

The steady sound of White Fawn’s tongue flicking in wet pussy flesh, was being matched with small cries coming from Willow Bud. This was unusual since few Indian girls allowed themselves to make sounds during sex. This told White Fawn that Willow Bud was very stimulated. She was enjoying herself a lot, according to her movements. White Fawn enjoyed the girl’s flavor and warmth. She could feel heat coming from the girl’s pussy and those nethery soft thighs on each side of her head. Occasionally Willow Bud raised her thighs and clamped them tightly over White Fawn’s small ears. White Fawn loved the softness and warmth, but it was hard to breathe and manipulate her stroking fingers.

Willow Bud also felt fire. The warning fires of an approaching orgasm.

“Achee,” she hissed, giving White Fawn a desperate look. “Es caliente,” she whispered in Spanish, signifying that her orgasm was near. White Fawn nodded with smiling eyes. She never took her eyes off the beautiful Ute girl, as her mouth worked in her pussy. She liked the control she had over the girl. It was amazing what she could get people to do, simply by stimulating their genitalia. White Fawn mashed her fingers inside the girl right up to the knuckles, while concentrating only on her clit, with her tongue. Willow Bud was thrashing around noisily in the dry leaves. It would only be moments now.

White Fawn held her fingers still, allowing the girl to fuck herself on her stationary fingers. Willow Bud pushed hard against the fingers, unable to escape the seeking tongue. Then she stiffened and sat up as her loins exploded.

“Aaaeeee,” she screamed in an uncharacteristic manner. She shivered, holding her breath, while looking at White Fawn with large, frightened eyes. She gaped for breath twice, before her orgasm lessened and she fell back to the ground panting, shaking as each wave of pleasure swept over her body.

“Wow, you were really . . . ” White Fawn was stopped as Willow Bud sat up and pulled her into a passionate kiss.

“El tuyo por siempre,” Willow Bud whispered harshly, before she melted against White Fawn’s body.

White Fawn knew Spanish pretty well, but she was not sure if Willow Bud was declaring her love, or their marriage.

“Where’s the fort?” Tall Elk asked as they rode along behind a line of wagons and oxen. They arrived at Ft, Kearney, but it was not what Tall Elk had expected.

“All those shacks are the fort. They have no fences or watchtowers,” Rusty smiled. It was easy to drive the cattle in the midst of the westward advance to Oregon. The cattle simply fell into step with the cattle and horses around them.

“Who do we see?” Tall Quail asked uncomfortably. Despite his short hair and cowboy hat, he was getting a few suspicious looks. It didn’t matter that the Sioux were not at war with the white men, an Indian was an Indian in some eyes.

“Look for the flag, partner.”

“The flag?”

“Sure thing. A big flapping piece of cloth just full of colors, blue like the sky, white like snow, and red like blood. You can’t miss it.”

“Ah, there,” Tall Elk pointed at a three-room sod-covered house with a flag above it.

They sold the cattle for 20 dollars per head. It seemed that the men at Ft. Kearney were starving and the Colonel was eager for all the beef they could round up. He made them promise to bring more, before he would allow them to leave. With so much money in their pockets, they were wary as they stepped into the Sutler’s store and ordered drygoods. While a clerk loaded their packhorses, Rusty passed the time over a whiskey. Tall Elk was more interested in the weapons displayed on the wall. He was interested because they were the same weapons they had taken from the men attacking the ranch. This was unusual since there were several thousand small arms suppliers sending guns to American and out west. The chance of seeing two alike was slim. These were top of the line muzzle loading rifles. He displayed the rifles marked with J. H. Hall on top of the breach, as Rusty looked around. Rusty’s eyes went to the store owner, then back to Tall Elk. He nodded for Tall Elk to return the rifle to its place on the wall.

“I picked up a few weapons after a Ute attack,” Rusty said casually. “Know of anybody who needs one?”

“Some boys out on the 3L where in looking for guns. Mine were too pricey for them.”

“I know the ranch, ours is next to it,” Rusty nodded, finishing his drink. He turned and Tall Elk started to join him at the door, when a man blocked the door. The man swept his coat aside and reached for his pistol. In a flash, both pistols covered him. He jumped and raised his hands, slowly backing through the doors. He turned and disappeared.

“By any chance is that one of them?” Rusty called.

“Reg never works. He just waits. Appears you were the ones he was waiting for this time,” the bartender polished a glass and set it on the shelf.

“Seen him talking to anybody?”

“Not likely. I’d appreciate not getting my inventory shot up, if you gents have business elsewhere. I started out with a plank, a wooden barrel, and a pewter cup. I don’t want to start over again.”

Rusty laughed and saluted. He stepped to the door and peeked out. There were passing pilgrims for as far as the eye could see, plodding, driving teams, struggling to keep up with the dust shrouded wagons ahead of them. Barefoot children herded goats, sheep, and even a few ducks, along behind the wagons. A few squealing children played, running between pedestrians, cattle, and horses. Rusty saw the Colonel and two sergeants standing beside the trail, watching the pioneers passing, speaking occasionally and nodding to them all. He was in a good mood because the cook had just slaughtered a beef, and he was awaiting his steak.

“Looks clear,” Rusty said to Tall Elk.

“My hackles are standing up,” Talk Elk said, looking at their horses tied to the railing. “They’re out there.”

“Mister, if you were to lay for a guy, where would you do it?” Rusty asked. The bartender chewed his tobacco for a moment and spat.

“Over west of here. It looks flat but there’s a gully.”

“Thanks. Well there’s no time like the present,” Rusty smiled. They pulled their guns and stepped out. Once outside they slid up against the poles supporting the porch and looked to the west. It was hard to see between the pioneers, which meant it would be hard for the ambushers to see as well. It was a stupid place for an ambush. They each had their riding horse and two pack horses to lead. It would take some doing.

“There,” Rusty said in satisfaction. Tall Elk had already seen the flash of light off metal, probably from the polished gold band on a musket. They looked from the ambushers to the approaching team of twenty oxen pulling massive double wagons. If they timed it right . . . Both men rushed forward as the first oxen covered their actions. They jerked the reins, and the ropes of the pack horses, and ran around the side of the building. They mounted and tied off the pack horses to their saddles. They kicked their horses into action, running behind the headquarters building and turning northeast. In a moment they were out of sight.

The setting sun was 30 seconds from disappearing behind the nearby hillside. Silver Quail brought her coffee out to the steps of the porch and enjoyed the cool evening breeze as the last tendrils of light rose on the barn and disappeared above its roof. Nancy soon joined her on the steps with her own cup.

“It’s a nice night,” Silver Quail took a sip with a smile.

“I wish somebody would show up. I want to check the traps when there’s an audience around,” Nancy chuckled.

“Let’s leave them for tomorrow, there will be more food that way. Either the girls found lots of food, or they got sidetracked. I could get sidetracked with that little Ute girl myself,” Silver Quail smiled. Nancy lifted an eyebrow, nodding in agreement.

“I have a few things to say to Mister Rusty North when he returns,” Nancy gulped her coffee and set the cup on the porch.

“I can’t believe you two lived together for so long and never did anything,” Silver Quail laughed.

“I can’t either,” Nancy giggled. “It seems silly now. It’s funny how people can change in such a short time. By our standards I got raped a week ago, but I think of them as past lovers and find myself wishing they would come back for more.”

“So what happened while we were gone?”

“Four men broke into the house. White Fawn killed one, the other three surrendered. We sent them on their way without saddles or weapons, as we promised. We also made them take along the dead man. It really wasn’t a big deal, thanks to White Fawn. I’m learning a lot from your daughter.”

They were interrupted by two bearded men passing in a tarp-covered wagon. They waved and the men waved in return. Both men gawked at the women until they turned the corner at the far end of the valley.

“Men,” Silver Quail scoffed. “You’d think they’d never seen a woman.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, missy, but we are mighty fine looking women,” Nancy laughed. They took their cups and went inside to cook the evening meal.

“I didn’t think they’d be outside,” Happy Smith whined, looking at the driver of the wagon. “They might recognize us.”

“Aw, who cares. Once we deliver this wagon to 3L they will all be dead anyway. Sit down, Smith,” the driver growled.

“Seems like an awful bad waste of good women,” Smith growled. “Ever think we might be on the wrong side of this fight?”

“If I thought you were serious, I’d shoot you were you sat,” the driver growled, biting a piece off his tobacco.

“Don’t forget, I have a gun too,” Smith glared.

“Yeah, without it you’d be useless.”

“Keep it up, Cole, and I’ll be riding alone.”

There was grass for as far as they could see. Tall Elk spotted the far away trace of smoke, which signified a camp or house. They pulled right off the road and made their way toward the smoke. It was a desolate little house with a corral, fallen outbuilding, an outhouse, and a haphazard corral which barely did its job. A huge rocky hill was centered behind the house. The only inviting thing about the house was the well out front. They needed water.

Tall Elk rode left, and Rusty to the right. They approached the little sod-topped house carefully, surveying the outbuilding and livestock as they approached. The corral had only one broken down plow horse in it. A dark-skinned girl came from the front door, shading her eyes. She had a scarf around her head and wore a thigh length dress with bare feet.

“Mexican?” Rusty asked.

“Si.”

“Hola,” Rusty shouted at the house.

The girl waved them forward. Her eyes flashed over them and their outfits. They bulged slightly as they hovered on their pack horses.

“This one is hungry,” Rusty warned in a whisper. “Stay wary, Indian.”

“Si,” Tall Elk muttered. The girl noticed everything. Her eyes went to Rusty’s unmoving figure, as Tall Elk climbed from his horse. Tall Elk stood behind the saddle, watching the house, while Rusty climbed down from his mount. She smiled slightly and waved them inside.

“Do you want to ride on?” Rusty asked, licking his lips as he watched the sway of her hips.

“Do you?” Tall Elk challenged.

“No. I’m a damned fool, but no I don’t.”

“Me either. I like beans.”

“Yeah,” Rusty smiled. “I’ll take care of the horses and look around. You do the same inside.”

“I have a wife, white man. Why don’t we trade?”

“Ok,” Rusty smiled again, slapping the ass of his horse as he passed.

Tall Elk took his time with the horses. He piled the packs in the broken down shed and turned the horses loose in the corral. He walked around the back of the house, staring at the ground. The tracks told the story. There was a man in this house, a man who had left early that morning. By the look of the tracks his horse spent most of its time in the corral. That meant he was not a rancher or a hunter, so what was he? They could expect him back at any time. It was a good thing to know.

The sun was just going down when he went inside. Rusty had the woman bent over the table, fucking her from behind. Her face was wet and sexy, her naked breasts bulged against the table between bowls of food, looking extremely sexy. As he darkened the doorway, she turned and looked at Tall Elk. She licked her lips and looked down at his crotch.

“Join us,” Rusty panted, his cock sliding in and out of her moist pussy. “Her name is Jaimica.”

“Do you suck a cock, Jaimica?” Tall Elk asked.

“Always,” she gave him a carnivorous smile.

“When can we expect your man to return?”

“Any time now, but Raul is not my man,” she panted, licking her lips. “He was sent to wait . . . wait for somebody.”

“Does he pay you?”

“No,” she panted, closing her eyes.

“We will,” Tall Elk said, unbuttoning his pants. He pulled his gun and slid it between the top two buttons on his shirt. He wanted no hand over his gun if he had to pull it quickly. Rusty’s was on the floor and unreachable.

Tall Elk closed his eyes and froze, as Jaimica’s warm lips sucked his cock into her mouth. It grew in her mouth and she soon found several inches of his cock sticking from her mouth. Her eyes widened as she surged ahead with each thrust of Rusty’s cock. The undulations of her mouth, and the intense heat, were stimulating him to an ungodly level. He only hoped his wife wouldn’t mind, when he told her. He had an idea she would be more entertained by his tale, rather than offended. After all, his cock was only entering Jaimica’s mouth. And how heavenly it felt there. The heat was crawling from his balls to his ass. He reached down and grabbed Jaimica’s bulging breasts in his hands and luxuriated in their warmth and pliability. In his opinion, they were perfect breasts. The greatest breasts were formed by fat, and unfortunately, Indian women seldom grew fat, so they seldom grew a magnificent set of breasts. Mexican women were famous for them.

Tall Elk watched Rusty’s cock sliding in and out of Jaimica’s pussy. It was slick with her juices, forming a little white foam around the base of his cock. Her ass looked luxurious and sexy, bent over the table between their evening meal.

Tall Elk rolled a tortilla by pulling his hand across it on the plate. He took the rolled tortilla and dipped it into the pot of chili beans. Rusty snorted in laughter, Jaimica giggled around his cock, trying to slap at the food in his hand. With a smile, Tall Elk stuffed the tortilla into his mouth and chewed. “I was hungry,” he smiled.

Jaimica sucked noisily, as Rusty’s thrusts drove her forward on Tall Elk’s cock. The vibrations were driving Tall Elk insane. He petted her bare back with a gentle hand, then captured her breasts again. He loved a good set of breasts.

“Oh lord,” Rusty gasped, his eyes widening. “Oh hell,” he stiffened as his orgasm began building. He pumped into Jaimica’s ass a few more times, then stiffened as his cock began filling her pussy with cum. She shook her head as she sucked Tall Elk’s dick and tried to pull Rusty back into her pussy. But it was too late. Rusty was finished. He backed up and fell into a chair.

“Fuck me?” she begged Tall Elk with pleading eyes.

“I can’t. My wife won’t allow it. Rub against his leg, Jaimica.”

“What?”

“Rusty, bend your knee so she can push back against it,” he motioned for Rusty to pull the chair closer. Rusty did and she sat reluctantly until her pussy contacted his kneecap. Her eyes widened in understanding and she began rubbing back against his knee.

“My god that feels good,” Rusty smiled as her moist pussy opened against his kneecap. He rubbed her ribs in gentle hands and watched her lips working on Tall Elk. Rusty could tell that Tall Elk was getting close to an orgasm, because his face seemed to grow stonier. Tall Elk was now standing in front of Jaimica with his hands on his hips, while she grabbed his ass and pulled his body closer. She bobbed on his cock, turning her head slightly this was and that, while Tall Elk stood like a statue. He hissed once, before his long cock began filling her mouth with sperm. She sucked desperately, pulling her mouth closer with desperate hands. She mashed his firm ass in desperate fingers, while looking up at his face. When she was done, he remained in place for her until she rubbed herself to an orgasm. She buried her face against his abdomen and held on, while her body shook and undulated. She grunted, allowing wave after wave of passion to roll over her sexy body. She stilled for several minutes, while the men waited for the sexy lady to rejoin them. She blinked and pulled her pussy off Rusty’s leg, slowing looking around.

“My god,” she whispered, then crossed herself. “It’s been a long time since anybody . . . cared.”

“You make good food,” Tall Elk shrugged. They laughed while they made themselves presentable, then they all sat down to eat.

The girls returned just before midnight. Talking and giggling, they released the horse into the corral, then dragged the heavy baskets into the house. The house only had three bedrooms, so until Rusty and Nancy could make some permanent arrangement, Willow Bud slept on the stretched cowhide couch at the far side of the kitchen. White Fawn had a homemade mattress on the floor in her parents room. She slid into bed and pulled the covers over her body with a smile.

“Goodnight, mother.”

“Goodnight, little beauty.”

Despite Tall Elk’s claim that an Indian could stand watch in his sleep, the stealthy footsteps of Raul nearly went unnoticed until he stepped on a loose board. Tall Elk’s eyes flew open. He was sleeping on the floor of the kitchen. Rusty was asleep with Jaimica, in her bed. Raul had a knife in his hand, as he approached the bedroom door. Tall Elk could see no gun.

“You overlooked one,” Tall Elk whispered. Raul was fast, very fast. The knife quivered in the wall, as Tall Elk’s gun flashed. The black powder lit the room, then filled it with smoke.

“Adios, Raul,” Tall Elk whispered.

“You too, Indian,” Raul’s voice whispered back. Tall Elk was on his feet immediately. There had been no doubt in his mind that Raul was dead, but somehow he still lived.

“Who sent you here, Raul?”

“Go to hell.”

“Raul, you will die in seconds. The next face you will see is God’s. Is that really how you want to die?”

“No,” Raul finally answered.

“Then tell me. Nancy Perkins is a nice lady and I don’t want to see her die. Tell God you died doing a good deed for a nice lady. It might help.”

“I doubt it,” Raul tried to laugh, but it turned into a coughing fit. “Three L, Major Hearn, Simon Hearn,” Raul whispered.

“Why?”

“All his water is poisoned by black stuff. His cattle die. He started out steeling her cattle to supplement his herd, but it was not enough. He needs her river to survive. He plans on building a dam, which will fill her entire valley with water. He simply needs to blow up a cliff of rock and fall it at the far end of her valley.”

“We’d better get going,” Rusty whispered in concern.

“L . . . last rites?” Raul whispered.

“I’ll do it,” Jaimica whispered, crossing herself. “Then I will give him a proper burial.”

“Here,” Tall Elk fished a gold piece from his pocket.

“No,” Raul pushed Tall Elk’s hand away and pointed at his own pocket. “Two hundred dollars. It’s no good to me,” he said, as he died.

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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
Naughty Nun
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ambers first time.

This is the story of Amber, one of the newest members of our swingers group. She has only hinted until now about how she participated in her first “office party” during a stay overseas to asia. She would not specify what country this took place in, but it must have been one hell of a country.

Hello there, my name is Amber, and just a ordinary girl, who wound up in a special encounter. I stand a little under 5′ 6′, wear glasses, and best can be described as a dish-blond librarian.

(Her words, not mine. I have seen amber “cut loose” once, and was very impressed. It involved myself, amber, and two other girls at one of our parties. This girl outlasted ALL of us.)

I got a job as a sales handler overseas for a small shipping company. It was just a job, and some excitement of being over seas. I love the asian countries, the people, the culture, and especially the food.

In a nut-shell, what happened before the “office party” of ours, I helped land us a big contract, and by big, I mean worth several million dollars, from a chance encounter with the shippers owner and his friends. This event caused a big celebration for lunch and dinner to be planned, and I was invited to the “special events” that evening if I wanted to. It was not mandatory, but my boss David hinted that it would be rude not to show up, and have some fun.

I agreed, and came to the party that night. We were all to have the next morning off anyways, and I was looking to finally fitting in with the guys. I was the only girl that worked at the company. Now, what I did not know was just how wild this party, and especially the “special events” would be for me.

Nervous at the party would not be too far off. There were all of seven guys, along with David, and over a dozen of the hottest asian babes I have ever seen! I asked david who the ladies were. ( I figured they were related to the guys, maybe their wives or girl friends.) Turns out I was DEAD WRONG, like usual for me.

David explained that the ladies are call-girls, not wives or girlfriends.

“Call girls?” I asked, sipping on a strong glass of wine. Mind you, by this time, I was feeling pretty good. My brain was not functioning like normal, but then again I still was pretty clueless.

“Yes, they are part of the entertainment we have with every office party thrown. By the way, its about time for it to begin. Excuse me a minute.”

David called the gathering to order, quickly introducing the ladies to me, and letting them know I was one of the office workers, and a new intiiate tonight.

Initiate? what was he talking about? what is going on? My brain was getting duller, and the girls and guys applauded as david presented me to them. I did not understand why he was doing it, as the guys already knew me.

David then asked some very personal, and indiscrete questions to me. But like i said, my brain was not working well.

“Amber, we want to know, by chance are you still a virgin or not?”

“Yes I am.” I blurted out before even thinking of it. I was blushing red soon after.

“No being with man or woman? Nothing like that?”

“Nnnnooo.” the blush was getting deeper, and more pronounced. Several of the guys and even the girls were grinning like wolves at me. I was wondering what was going to happen to me.

“How would you like to earn one hell of a bonus for some services here in front of the group?”

“bbbbonus? hhhoww bibbiggg?” my mind is totally spinning now. most likely it was the wine i was drinking taking effect.

He told me how big, and I was immediate in wanting it.

(for the reader, I tried to get amber to be more specific about the amount she was paid, but all she would confirm was that it paid her rent and bills for the next five-months. If you can pry it out of her somehow, please let me know.)

Before I even realized it I stated “What the hell, I’ll do it.”

I then found out what was required of me to see the bonus payment.

“Well amber, were glad you agree to do it for us. All you need to do is have sex with some of the girls and guys here. simple enough?”

Well, I did agree, and guess now I was totally commited. Then it just sunk into my brain what he said. I choked for a moment, in total astonishment! “WHAT!!!”

“Yes, all you need to do is have sex….more specifically is this – you will have to eat pussy, give head, and fuck before all of us here. OH, by the way this also means you will get fucked by some of the men here not only in your pussy, but also in the ass as well. And if we chose, we get to cum all over your body. That is all…now lose the cloths, we want to see some major skin lady. Yours in particular.”

My god what have I gotten myself into now? Everyone started clapping in rythem, and calling for me to “take it all off girl,” “lets see your bush and boobs,” along with the popular cat call of “what you having for lunch?”

Finally getting my nerve up, I slowly, and as sexy as I could, (which was not much), I slid off my dress, and then my underwear. I was completely naked before them. I expected to hear groans of disappointment, because I am very small breasted, and have a very poor tan.

I just stood there, shivering a bit from the air conditioning, I saw the men and women getting undressed as well, and I realised this was going to really become an orgy after all. Gulping again in the extreme, and flushing red, it felt like i was red all over in the most supreme of embarrasment.

One of the women, an knock-dead gorgeous brunette, I mean one shaped just right in all of the right ways and places, came over to me. I just kept staring at that beautiful nude body of hers, especially her breasts and erect nipples.

She led me over to a chair, and gently sat me down in front of David. He just smiled at me as he played with his big cock. “Okay amber, time to begin the party. “

Well, I took it into my hands and started stroking it along its lenght, and bent my mouth over it, slowly taking it in as far as I could. I did not like the taste at first, but got used to it after awhile. David started groaning a bit as I sucked as hard as I could.

The lady next to me told me how to use my tongue on it to the best effort, and it seemed ot work. Because soon afterward David was really getting into it, I felt a set of hands run down my back to my bottoms, and over my pussy! When I looked back, a lady was smiling, and then ran her tounge over me down there!

IT felt like a electrical shock going up and down my entire body when she did that. I just shivered in delight, and accidently bit David, hard. He just looked at me, grabbed the sides of my head, and pushed deeper into my mouth.

While all of this was going on with me, the others were getting into a full scale office party orgy! Clothing was everywhere, as was pussy eating, cock sucking, and the beginning of a true fuck fest.

I kept sucking on davids cock, and must have been doing something right, as he was groaning in pleasure from it. The lady kept fingering and licking at my pussy, and I felt like my body was beconing on fire! It was all I could do to pay attention to what I was doing with david. I was finding it more difficult to breath, and pulled david out of my mouth. I got to where I could not take much more, and realized that the groaning I was hearing nearby was actually ME!

I have never felt anything like this sensation before, and still cannot fully describe what a first-time orgasm was like. (Amber joked at this point saying that if a man had a orgasm like a woman does, the man would be a burned out husk. Knowing her I am inclined to believe it.)

I was getting covered in sweat, and my pussy was damp with cum. David pulled me back over his cock,and made me go back to work on it. A minute later, he came in my mouth, and I accidentaly swallowed most of it. David just grinned at me, then bent over and picked me up bodily. He swung me onto the couch, and started eating out my pussy like the lady did. But he was more rough and intense, He had me cumming again before much time passed.

“Now for the real fun amber, get over on your stomach please.”

I did as he asked, not sure what was going on now. I assumed some other girl was going to eat me out as well. But one of the guys came over behind me, smacking me on my butt, and pushed his cock up to my pussy.

“Your right david, she is going to be a tight little one for some time.” I heard him say.

That is when I realized what was going to happen. I just gritted my teeth togeather and tensed up for pain to come. And it did HURT! I thought I was going to be ripped in half when he pushed into me! He did not go slow or anything like that, he just pushed and pushed and pushed, as quickly and hard as possible.

I screamed and cried from the pain, that was all I felt as he pumped his cock in and out of my pussy. The tears were flowing from my eyes, and all I felt was pain, no pleasure at all. This was not what other women had told me it would be like.

He finally pulled out of me and came all over my butt. His last word to me, before going onto another lady was to call me a “Major fucking bitch. You are now a worthless little peice of trash, and a whore at the same time.”

David and the other men jumped all over him for this comment, and he left soon after.
(Amber said the next day he was fired for “personal reasons related to conduct unfit for their workers.”)

Now, one of the older gentlemen, whon I will call Samual, took me aside, and was very tender with me. He made love to me in a way that was not painful or quick, but gentle “like it should be done” as he told me. When he fucked me, or more precisely he let me fuck him, he touched me in ways that drove me “WILD!!!!!”

While I thought it lasted only a couple of minutes, It turned out we were doing it for about ten minutes before he came inside of me.

The party broke up later in the evening, I got fucked three more times by the men, and eaten out by two more women. Unfortunately, I could not build up the courage to eat out a ladies pussy in front of everyone else.

When I got home that evening, I had to take a long, COLD shower to “cool off” and get all the cum and sweat off of me,

That was one hell of a party.

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A woman who has never smoked gets a relaxation music CD and is hypnotized to ‘quit smoking.’ Before long, she’s smoking and masturbating as she listens. – – – If you don’t like cigarettes, this obviously isn’t the story for you. – – – Nominated for a Golden Clitoride Award.

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CAUTION – This story includes hypnosis / mind control and lots of cigarette smoking. If that would bother you, please read something else.

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I sighed in relief on Friday afternoon as I left my desk, then walked across the parking lot toward my car. Rose, a new friend from another department, waved and called out; “Hey, Penny! I have something for you.” As I approached her she pulled a CD case from her purse. “This stress relieving music my boyfriend gave me has helped me a lot. I think it can help you. You should listen to it. I don’t want to exaggerate, but it really has changed my life.”

“I don’t think I’ll have time this weekend, but thanks for the offer.”

She had a strangely intense expression on her face as she moved half a step closer. Her nose was only a hand away from mine, and I could smell her perfume and the peppermint candy in her mouth. I felt very uncomfortable, since we’d only known each other a week. She peered into my eyes and assured me, “It’ll change your life for the better. It really will. It even improved my love life. My boyfriend and I are much happier now.” She held my wrist briefly and pushed the CD into my palm, then her expression suddenly changed to a smile. “Have a good weekend, Penny.”

Her overly odd behavior was unsettling. I awkwardly stepped back and replied, “Uh… you too. Thanks.” As she turned and started walking toward her car, I noticed a pack of cigarettes tucked into a pocket of her purse. I wondered why I hadn’t noticed that she smoked. I had only ever tried one puff from a cigarette in middle school and remembered how awful it was. The chemicals and terrible taste made me cough and nearly barf. I wondered why anybody would ever take more than just a single puff to see what it was like.

I climbed into the driver’s seat of my car. There was no label on the CD case and only ‘CD 1’ on the disk. I scoffed knowing good music might put me in a better mood for a little while but there was no way just a song would change my life. I put it in the car’s CD player and turned the key.

Beautiful classical music began playing and I heard a few bird calls. Under the slow and calming orchestra I also heard a waterfall and a very quiet male voice. The soothing words almost blended into the rest of the pleasant sounds. “Put the chaos and worry of your day aside. This is a safe time to relax and feel at peace. Take a few slow deep breaths and you will feel much calmer.”

Being calm and relaxed seemed almost absurd to me. I smiled and chuckled at the sharp contrast from the hellacious pressure I’d been under, finishing a project only three minutes before the end-of-day deadline. I felt the stress starting to melt away.

The man’s deep monotone continued, “You have no worries at the moment and all is well. Close your eyes and focus on your breathing. Fill your lungs slowly, pause a moment, then slowly let it out. This breathing exercise is great for stress relief and can be a big help if you are quitting smoking. Feel your troubles and worries leaving your body as you exhale…” I did as he said and felt quite calm. “Direct your attention to your breathing. With every exhale, more fear and uncertainty leave you. Every inward breath brings you peace and a bit of joy…”

A while later I was in my kitchen putting groceries away. I wasn’t concerned that I had quite hazy memories of shopping and driving home. Everything was peaceful and fine. I was surprised the last item I removed from a bag was a pack of nicotine gum. I wondered why I had gotten it, then remembered I needed to quit smoking. The voice had said it was important to chew at least six pieces of nicotine gum per day to quit smoking. The gum made my tongue tingle. It had a strange taste but I was glad it would help me quit.

After my daughter Melissa said good night and went to her room, I sat in my comfortable recliner to watch a movie. I was a little tired and decided to listen to the music instead, then go to bed early. I put on headphones and turned the volume up loud. It was peaceful and very, very relaxing. The nice voice made me smile. “You have no worries and all is well. Close your eyes and focus on your breathing. Fill your lungs slowly, pause a moment, then slowly let it out. Feel your troubles and worries leaving your body as you exhale. Put a piece of the nicotine gum in your mouth and chew it slowly.” I did as he said and felt much calmer. “Direct your attention to your breathing. As you exhale through your nose you feel stress and negative energy leaving your body. When you inhale through your mouth with your lips open slightly you taste the nicotine gum and enjoy how nice it makes you feel. Like your rhythmic breaths, the gum brings you peace and joy…”

When I woke in the morning I immediately popped a piece of gum in my mouth. The minty tingle and other sensations it gave me were quite nice. After taking care of bathroom necessities, I dropped the gum in the trash and ate a quick breakfast. I put the dishes in the sink, then took two pieces of gum from my purse and put them in my mouth at the same time. So much nicotine made me slightly nauseous but felt truly delightful.

I added a third piece of gum as I started the music and listened to the wonderful voice again. “You have no worries and all is well. Close your eyes and focus on your breathing. Fill your lungs slowly, pause a moment, then slowly let it out. Feel your troubles and worries leaving your body as you exhale. Put a piece of the nicotine gum in your mouth and chew it slowly.” I added a fourth piece to the wad in my mouth. My mouth and throat were tingling and it upset my stomach, but I felt calmer than I had in weeks.

“Direct your attention to your breathing. As you exhale through your nose you feel stress and negative energy leaving your body. When you inhale through your mouth with your lips open slightly you taste the nicotine gum and enjoy how nice it makes you feel. Exhale through your nose feeling the stress and negative energy leaving your body. When you inhale through your mouth with your lips open slightly you taste the nicotine gum and enjoy how good it makes you feel. It’s almost like being in love. Feel the big smile on your lips and the slight tingle between your legs, almost as if you were seeing a lover after a few weeks apart. The gum brings you peace and happiness. When you finish listening to this disk five times, you will talk to the person you got it from. You will ask them for CD number two.”

When I saw Rose before work Monday morning I held up the disk. “You were right. The music is wonderful! It’s helped me calm down so much. Where can I get…”

She smiled and interrupted me. “Disk two is even better! I’m trying to quit smoking and it’s a huge help. Here you go.”

When she hugged me I didn’t mind. I hugged her back briefly and said, “Thanks so much!”

I listened to it at home that night. “All is well and things are fine. Put a piece of nicotine gum under your tongue and chew another. It will help you relax and feel good. Relax now and rest your right hand on your thigh. Enjoy how good the nicotine makes you feel as you slowly move your hand between your legs. That’s it, now move your hand up and down very slowly, enjoying how good you feel. When you inhale through your mouth with your lips open slightly you taste the nicotine gum and enjoy how pleasant it is. Exhale through your nose feeling the stress and negative energy leaving your body.

When you run out of nicotine gum you will buy a pack of menthol cigarettes and smoke three cigarettes a day. It’s very important that you only smoke three a day, since you are quitting smoking. You should go buy cigarettes soon, the longest ones you can find. 100’s will do, 120’s are nice, and any cigarette with a number larger than 120 is even better. If you don’t already have a cigarette lighter, you need to get at least two of them. It’s very important that you are able to light your three cigarettes a day, since you are quitting smoking…”

I had a sex dream with a handsome man licking my pussy as I sucked on a cigarette. He paused and said, “I’m so glad you’re quitting smoking. I love the flavor of your pussy and the smoky taste of your mouth.” In the dream I blew a tasty white cloud at him as he slid two fingers into me and started licking again. I took another delicious puff, then kissed the smoke goodbye as it left my mouth. I woke as I had an orgasm, gasping for breath and feeling wet panties between my legs. I needed a cigarette! I needed one urgently!

I put the last four pieces of gum in my mouth and chewed them as I ran to my car. I drove to a gas station and looked at the cigarette display wondering which brand was best. I saw kings, regulars, 100’s. I kept looking around as the cashier stared at my chest. I smiled as I saw the number 120 on several packs. I ignored the college boy behind the counter as he asked, “Can I get you something?”

There! I saw 164’s! 164 was a big number, so they should be very good. I pointed to them. “A pack of menthol 164’s please.”

As he reached for them I reconsidered.

“No, make it three packs. And a couple of lighters.”

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I’m a 21 year old queer woman who loves being dominated by men, women and anybody in between. This is just a glimpse into a fantasy I have.

I’ve been yours for a few months now. I’ve been yours since I lost funding for school, and had to come to you, an old high school friend, to help me with the money. My days are pretty much the same. I’m studying English at a local college, and you told me I had to arrange my classes so that you could have me for days at a time. Now, all of my classes are Mondays and Tuesdays so you have me for 5 days in a row every week.

I haven’t been allowed to wear panties for weeks, ever since I forgot to get on my knees one night when you came home. That rule is simple: when you walk through the door of any room I am in, I must get down on my knees and open my mouth to you. Sometimes you use my mouth, and sometimes you don’t. Either way, you don’t care my mouth desires you or not, you take what you want.

It’s Tuesday today, so I come home from class expecting you to have a five day week planned for me and my holes. Instead, I come home with a note on the counter telling me to cook something for dinner, and that you’ll be home when you can.

When I cook or clean, I have to wear my maid uniform. Really, it’s just a bra and skirt. The bra is a bit too small, so my 36DDs spill out and the skirt barely fits over my big, full ass. You usually ask that my hair be in pigtails, so they’re easier to grab, but you haven’t made any specific instructions in the note, so I don’t do anything special with my hair.

As I’m finishing dinner, I hear the front door open and more than just your voice. You’ve never brought company over while I’ve been yours, so I’m not sure what to expect. We’ve never talked about bringing other people into this.

“Alright, gentlemen and lady, take a seat in the living room, and I’ll be right out with the special treat I have for you,” you say, me eavesdropping from the kitchen, curious and scared as to what you have planned.

You walk into the kitchen, I set down the potatoes on the counter, and get on my knees quickly.

“Good, pet,” you say as you squeeze one of my tits, “I have a surprise for you.”

I stay on my knees, knowing that you haven’t invited me up yet.

“Go ahead,” you tell me, “you can speak.”

“Sir, having people here was never part of the agreement when you offered to pay for this semester,” I reply.

“I didn’t offer, slut. You begged me to help you, and I agreed. If you have the $7,000 that I’ve already paid, you can pay me back and I will ask our fine audience to leave, if not, stand up, go in the living room, and bend over the couch.”

“… Sir, is it right that I heard you say lady?”

“Yes, pet. You only fucked women until this agreement, did you not? This will be a nice refreshing experience for you then, hey?” you laugh, “You better make her come. She’s my new boss and I promised her a good time.”

“And the men?”

“Ah, those are just some friends from the office. They’ve heard me talk about you, pet, and they couldn’t wait to try you out themselves.”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll do it,” I say as I walk towards the living room.

“Of course you will, slut,” you reply as you follow me to our audience, “you have to.”

I walk into the living room, and I see two men: one who is large, bearded and has a smile on his face, the other who is heavy, short and already unzipping his pants. I also see a woman, but she is dressed in men’s dress clothing, different than the type of woman I’m used to being with. She has a short buzzcut and is looking at me, hungrily.

“Alright guys, what are you men gonna do while I fuck her?” she says.

“What do you mean? I figured you could sit on her face while we fucked her holes,” one of the men say.

“Oh gentlemen, why do you always assume that I want to sit on a woman’s face? Oh no. I’m going to make her come over, and over, and over again until she can’t handle it anymore. Then, you can have her,” she replies.

You come over to me, take my head in your hands and spit on me. “Now fucktoy,” you say, “I guess I had it wrong. She’s gonna fuck you. Take all of it. It’s not just over when you make the dick come, I guess. She’ll have as much fun as she wants.”

She interrupts you, “Damn right I will. I don’t have no dick to tire me out. I can go as long as I want.” She turns to you and says, “I appreciate this, man. It’s been a while since the wife left. Haven’t been able to give a woman a good fucking in a while. I miss it.”

You show her the guest bedroom, and invite her to bring me in alone. It seems apparent that you’ve already worked out that she wants her privacy so you and the other gentlemen walk into the kitchen and, presumably sit down to dinner.

When we get into the bedroom, she pushes me down on the bed and tells me to stay still. Using the cuffs attached to the bed posts, she ties my wrists and ankles down.

“Now, fuckslut. This is how this is going to go, alright? That cunt? It’s mine now. I’m your cunt-owner, alright? That’s what you call me. And guess what, my employee down there, your “sir”, he promised me every Wednesday. So you better get used to this. Say “yes cunt-owner” if you understand,” she demands.

“Yes, cunt-owner,” I say, horrified at what’s going to happen next.

She unzips her pants, and a black strap-on dildo pops out from the crotch of her dress pants. “Suck it.”

“What… why?” I say. I’ve never been asked to suck a dildo, and I can’t possibly see where she gets pleasure in it.

“Because it’s gonna go in your cunt, and right now, it looks pretty dry, so you might wanna get the dick as wet as you can.” She climbs up my body, groping my tits as she inches closer to my face with her dick and pushes it into my mouth. “And no more fucking questions, whore. Do what I say.”

I try and cover as much of the dick with my saliva as possible. I know I’m dry and I’m not sure if I’ll get any wetter. I’m really too anxious to get aroused like I usually do with Sir.

“That’s it, slut. Suck it hard.”

I try and take the dildo deep, but it’s too long and wide and I end up choking as she buries it in my throat.
“Fuck, you can’t really take anything deep in your mouth, can you? Let’s see if we can have some more fun, then.”

She gets off of my face and moves closer down to my cunt. I feel her rubbing her dick against my clit, and I start to squirm. “You like it when I flick your clit, hey fucktoy?”

I try and resist the arousal, and stay silent. I don’t want her thinking that I’m enjoying any of this.

“Say ‘yes cunt-owner’, slut. Thank me for treating you right, slut.”

“Yes, cunt-owner. I like it when you flick my clit.”

“That’s what I thought.”

She laughs and suddenly slips the dildo into my cunt. I can feel how tight I am against the dildo, and although you can feel when my cunt has had enough, she can’t because she doesn’t have any feeling in her dick. She thrusts hard and deep, without any breaks in rhythm.

I realize that she is doing this entirely to torture me. It has nothing to do with her pleasure, other than the pleasure she receives from seeing me orgasm, and so I try and talk myself into coming.

I feel her fuck me harder and harder, without any sign of stopping. I begin to let out short, little moans, in hopes that they will make her happy enough to slow down a little.

“Fuck yeah, whore. You like it when I fuck you hard with my dick.”

“Yes, cunt-owner,” I say in between moans, “I love it when you fuck me.”

She moves one hand down to my clit, and doesn’t waste anytime with rubbing my clit. She presses a finger to it and rubs fast, up and down. With her dick inside of me, and this woman who must know how to rub a clit because she possesses her own, I can’t help but start reaching orgasm.

“I’m going to come, cunt-owner. Can I come, cunt-owner? Please?” I scream out in hopes of being given permission.

“I’m glad you asked, fucktoy. Come hard against my dick. Come hard for me.”

She continues to pump hard, and just as she takes out the entire cock and puts it back in, I come. Hard. All over the dildo.

I let out a sigh of relief.

She laughs.

“You fucking thought that was it, didn’t you, fucktoy?”

“Yes, cunt-owner,” I say exhausted.

“Oh,” she replies, “I’m just getting started, whore.”

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Frank bribes the Director of the FDA with five hot, busty bimbos to get his support to bring the Bimbo Serum to market.

BimboTech
Chapter Five: Bimbo Wives’ Orgy
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Delilah Murphy, Senator of the Great State of Indiana

I trembled with excitement. I couldn’t believe what Magnolia had shown me. A serum that turned women into busty airheads—bimbos. It seemed impossible, and yet one stood before me. Annalee Burrell, a woman I had met a few times had transformed from an uptight, straight woman with a pinched face into a blonde bombshell.

A blonde bombshell that was so dumb I had convinced her that she would love licking my ass merely because I was a senator. My pussy clenched in delight. This was wonderful. I could just imagine a bevy of these busty women around me.

That bitch Magnolia knew my weakness for busty women.

The fact I was a lesbian was a closely guarded secret. My husband didn’t even know, though he recognized our marriage was merely for convenience these days. He probably assumed I had my male lovers, and I did not mind the whores he fucked so long as the world didn’t find out. To Indiana, we were a liberal Christian couple, embracing tolerance and progressiveness but still holding to the family values needed to win any position in the Midwest state.

The women of the Rotary Clubs and Fellowship of Church Wives would have an apoplectic fit if they learned I was a lesbian.

A lesbian who loved to have her ass licked.

“Mmm, you’re going to love tonguing my ass,” I moaned as I reached the bed at the center of the penthouse. It was all open, no walls save for the bathroom and a few storage closets. Nothing to hide the naughty fun that went on up here. This was my sanctuary, where I could let my hair down, so to speak, and have fun.

“I will,” Annalee said, her voice breathy with excitement. “Oh, this will be so yummy. I just know it. Thank you for teaching me that ass licking is good.” She clapped her hands together even as her large tits bounced in her low-cut blouse.

I really could get this bimbo to do anything I wanted. Damn, this was hot. This bimbo serum was powerful, and it was in the hands of Frank Jackman, the new CEO of BT Chemicals, a major employer in my state. No wonder Veronica Beigh, the old CEO, looked so different these days.

He bimbofied her and took over her company.

I fell onto the bed on my hands and knees, wiggling my hips at Annalee. Politics and the ramifications of this discovery could wait. I was so horny right now. The moment Magnolia walked in with Annalee, I had been creaming my panties. I wiggled my hips more, beckoning.

“Come lick my ass. Enjoy it.”

“I bet it will taste like gumdrops. Ooh, so sugary good.”

With eager delight, the bimbo fell on me, shoving up my skirt over my ass, revealing the satin panties I wore beneath. She pressed her face into the gusset, nuzzling at my pussy. I groaned as her nose pressed the fabric into my sex. Then she licked up it, sliding her tongue up to my ass. It was a great ass. I worked hard to stay in shape.

Men could get fat in politics and be taken seriously. Women could not.

Annalee cooed behind me as she pressed the panties into the crack of my ass, her tongue licking. I squirmed, the fabric touching my sphincter. Her tongue slid across it, giving me a delicious thrill, her saliva soaking through the fabric as her tongue swirled.

Then I frowned. “What are you doing?”

“Licking your asshole,” she moaned.

“Through my panties?”

“You didn’t say to take them off,” she pouted. “Oh, no, did I do something bad? I’m always doing something bad. It’s why I was poisoned.”

My heart clenched. “Poisoned?”

“Don’t mind that,” Magnolia said. The black-haired beauty leaned against the wall staring at her phone. “Just something I told her to get her to lick my pussy.”

“I was bad so I was poisoned. But if I’m good, Magnolia lets me lick the antidote from her pussy. I try my best to be a goody tushy.”

“Goody two shoes?” I corrected.

“Why would I need two good shoes?” she giggled. “So, um, I should take your panties off and then lick you?”

“God, you are an airhead,” I groaned. “Good thing you have such huge tits. Yes, pull them down then lick my asshole.”

“Roger doger.”

I shuddered as she pulled down my panties, her lips nuzzling at my ass crack. She pressed her face between them and her warm, wet tongue licked across my sphincter. She hesitated for a moment and then licked again.

“Taste sour,” she muttered.

“And it will taste better with every lick,” I panted. “You’ll be an ass-licking slut by the time you’re finished. And that will make you a goody tushy.” I groaned saying those words.

“Oh, goody,” she moaned. “Yay!”

And then she licked my sphincter hard. She really swirled her tongue around it. I gasped, my bowels clenching as her tongue danced over my asshole. She swirled it around, nuzzling, licking, driving me wild. Her tongue fluttered, those delicious, hot tingles racing to my pussy.

My cunt clenched. Juices dribbled down my thighs to my bunched up panties. I shuddered, savoring every wet lick, every soft moan. Her tongue pushed on the tight ring, wiggling into my asshole.

“Yes, eat my ass, bimbo-slut,” I panted. “Oh, you are such a filthy dyke. Mmm, yes, ram that tongue up my asshole. Oh, god, that feels so good. Oh, yes.”

“Yay, I’m doing a good job!”

Her girlish excitement sent a wild shudder through me. She was such a delectable thing. So naughty and delightful. I groaned as she licked harder at my asshole, my pussy growing juicier and hotter. Having a bimbo was intoxicating. I understood why Frank created this serum.

And why Magnolia wanted it for herself.

I groaned, clenching my sphincter around her probing tongue. Her fingers kneaded my ass while her tongue fucked in and out of my bowels. My eyes rolled back as groans escaped my lips. I rocked into her mouth, savoring every moment.

“And finger my cunt, bimbo-slut,” I panted. “Put those dyke fingers to use. Mmm, yes. Lick my ass and finger my twat. Oh, you are one nasty bimbo-slut! Such a good bimbo.”

“Goody tushy bimbo,” she moaned between licks.

Her fingers slid down from my ass and found my trimmed bush. She stroked through the curls and brushed my pussy. I shuddered, a ripple of heat racing out of me. She stroked up and down my slit, parting my folds.

And entered me.

“That’s it,” I panted. “Finger my cunt. Pump them in and out as you devour my ass, you filthy slut.”

“Mmm, yummy,” the slut moaned, tonguing faster and faster. “You’re right. The more I eat the gooder your ass tastes.”

“Better!” I gasped, my back arching, my asscheeks clenching. “Better, you dumb dyke!”

But she didn’t care. She frigged me and licked me, stirring my pussy to a hot froth. I groaned and trembled, my eyes rolling back into my head as the pleasure built inside of me. I savored it, loving how it built and built in me.

Her fingers plunged so deep. My pussy clenched on them, building the orgasm. And then her thumb brushed my clit. She rubbed at it, massaging the bud. She knew what she was doing. My asshole and pussy squeezed down on her tongue and fingers.

I came.

My pussy spasmed as her fingers pumped in and out of my depths. I grunted, clawing at the sheets as the pleasure rushed through me. The bimbo’s tongue rimmed my ass, swirling, licking, sending hot pleasure fluttering through me. I loved it.

“Yes, yes, yes, that’s how you eat a senator’s ass! Oh, you nasty bimbo-slut. Lick my ass. You love it!”

“I do love,” she moaned. “It’s yummy-wummy good, Senator!”

She kept eating me, fingering me, making me gasp and cum. My head tossed. I glanced at Magnolia staring at her phone, texting, her eyes focused on something instead of the hot action going on the bed.

“You going to join in?” I moaned. “Your slut has my ass nice and lubed.”

Magnolia smiled. She would share with me what had her fixated on her phone once I was done enjoying this vixen. She slipped her phone into her blazer and pulled it off, hanging it on a hook. “The strap-ons are still in the same place?”

“Yes,” I howled, another delicious orgasm rippling through my body. Oh, yes, skipping out on seeing my family at the airport was worth this pleasure. I could visit them later. Right now, I had a hot bimbo to enjoy.

“Slut, spread those thighs. I have to eat your pussy.”

“Oh, goody,” she moaned. “I have such a yummy pussy. I love to play with it. Mmm, cumming makes me feel all sticky and gooey and sugary inside.”

“Good,” I grinned. “I love sticky, sugary cream. I bet you have a sweet cunt.”

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Magnolia Savage, President Femme Allure, Inc.

Annalee squealed, eager to have her pussy licked by the senator. I never bothered licking Annalee’s pussy. The bimbo existed to please me, not the other way around. But Delilah loved pussy. She devoured it any chance she could.

I was more of a pillow queen. I preferred receiving then giving.

But I did love to give a nice, hard dildo to a woman. To fuck her, to make her body quiver as I pounded her hard and fast. A hot shiver ran through my body as I reached the closet of toys. I opened it, smiling at the huge collection.

There were almost too many dildos, vibrators, and other toys to choose from. She had bullet and egg vibratos, clit ticklers, long vibrators, thick ones, ones made of connected balls, others ridged and bumped, and ones that didn’t vibrate but undulated in the pussy. She had anal beads, butt plugs, double-headed dildos, and my absolute favorite.

The strapless dildo.

One end looked like a normal, blue sex toy, the shaft thrusting long and thick. But the other end turned into a bending U with a ball at the end. It was designed to slide into a woman’s pussy, the ball letting your pussy grip it tight. Then it thrust from your pussy, the base of the thrusting toy pressing right on your clit.

I picked it up, licking the tip as I hiked up my pencil skirt. I wore no panties underneath. I had Annalee licking my twat on the drive over, the privacy screen down so my driver couldn’t see anything, disgusting man.

But he had the perfect job for a man—a servant.

I groaned as I slid the U shaped dildo into my pussy. I shivered, my pussy clenching it. I turned, the end waggling before me. I grinned, stroking the shaft while staring at Delilah’s heart-shaped ass and golden bush soaked with her juices.

I grabbed a bottle of lube, pouring it on the shaft. I grasped the dildo as I walked over to the bed, staring at that ass. “I’m going to tear you up.”

“Good,” Delilah moaned between licks.

“She’s eating my yummy pussy, Mistress,” beamed Annalee, her huge tits heaving as she humped against Delilah’s hungry mouth. “Is that just wonderful?”

“Enjoy,” I grinned. It would be the last time Annalee ever had her pussy licked. “Savor it.”

“I am! It’s so goody and yummy and tasty! Oh, her tongue slides through all my folds. She loves my cream.”

“I do,” Delilah moaned, wiggling that ass. “Now come fuck me, Magnolia, then tell me what naughty idea you have.”

“A vulnerability for Frank Jackman and his company,” I grinned, savoring the video of Natasha uploaded by her husband. The woman was clearly a bimbo, but how did she become one? If Frank was injecting random women, this was the perfect opportunity to destroy him. “You’ll have to go to Indiana and meet one of his victims. A poor woman transformed into a bimbo and now at the mercy of her inbred husband.”

“The poor thing.” The Senator’s words muffled by Annalee’s snatch.

I seized Delilah’s hips, spreading her asscheeks. Her puckered sphincter winked at me, nice and tight and so deliciously brown. I pressed my dildo against it. “Yes,” I grunted. “Good thing her caring Senator will come to her rescue.”

“Yes.” Delilah’s back arched as I buried the dildo into her bowels. “Yes, yes, yes! Now fuck me!”

I pounded her. The ball end stirred my pussy. The base throbbed on my clit. I groaned and gasped, my cunt clenching and relaxing on the dildo’s end as it shifted in my pussy. My hands gripped her hips as I pounded her, the pleasure shooting through me, wreathing my body. Such wonderful delight making me shudder.

My crotch slapped into her ass. The loud smack echoing through the room. I stared at her blonde hair spread over the groin on my bimbo-slut, Annalee’s huge tits bouncing and jiggling as she humped and groaned. Delilah devoured my slut’s cunt, making her shudder, her eyes roll back into her head.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “Lick her. Eat her. Make her explode!”

“I will,” moaned Delilah as I reamed into her asshole. “Oh, god, just keep fucking me. Mmm, I love it. You pound me so hard!”

“Like this?” I asked and thrust hard. Almost brutally. My clit ached beneath the pressure of the dildo’s base.

“Yes!”

The bed creaked louder and louder as I reamed the Senator. I buggered her hard with the dildo, my tits bouncing beneath my blouse. I ripped it open, buttons popping off, not caring as the lust burned through me. I would have a whole bevy of bimbo sluts to please me. They would all bend over, letting me ram my dildo into their ass and cunts, fucking them whenever I wanted.

I would pound them until I came. And then leave them all moaning in frustration, wanting to cum, but not able to. They would only get pleasure when I gave it to them. My breasts heaved as my fantasy consumed me.

I came hard. I would have that future. Nothing would stop me. Certainly not Frank Jackman and his disgusting company. When Delilah and I were through with him, he would be lucky not to be in Terre Haute Federal Prison for the rest of his life.

And that bimbo, redheaded wife of his would be mine. Alice would kneel beside Annalee, begging to lick my pussy for the rest of her life.

I howled out my bliss.

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Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals

“Glad you could make it, Mark,” I said, reaching out and shaking the Black man’s hand. His busty, giggly bimbo wife Margarete on his arm. She was a White brunette that I had thoroughly enjoyed at the investor party some months ago.

“Well, your parties are always wild.” He leered at Alice.

Who giggled back. “Maybe you’ll get another lap dance. That was so much fun.” My wife turned to me. “He taught me how to dance up and down on his big pole.”

My wife loved her Black men, especially when she was a bimbo. It was hard to be jealous though when I’ve fucked so many women and have my own harem. Janet, Nicole, Becca, Donna, and Veronica were scattered through out the room, each wearing a sexy dress that clung to their curves, talking with the other investors and their bimbo wives. There were nine total investors whose wives and girlfriends all received a free dose of the serum.

And whose wives I had all fucked after administering the treatment in a wild orgy while my wives entertained the husbands.

“You are a lucky man, Frank,” Mark said, glancing around the room. “Such lovely wives you have.”

“You should get more, too,” Alice giggle. “Polgummy is the best.”

“Is it?” Margarete simpered, her eyes so wide. “Oh, honey, you need to get more wives then.”

“More White beauties like you,” Mark grinned. “Want to watch them writhe on my big, Black dick?”

“I do,” Margarete gushed. “You know I do. Then I get to lick them all clean. Mmm, yummy.”

Mark nodded at me as he led his wife in.

Alice squealed beside me. “I’m so excited. When will the director get here? I want to make the movie, Frank.”

“Soon,” I told her as she bounced beside me, her red hair spilling about her face, her tits begging to spill out of her tight, stretchy dress. It was barely decent.

Music played through our home. Carmanjelo, Carter, and Ryan, all beta-males, worked the party serving drinks and horderves. Carmanjelo was real popular with the bimbo wives, their eyes kept falling on him as they giggled. They were all so beautiful.

A pair were kissing in the corner, large tits pressed together, hands gripping each other’s arms while their husbands watched in obvious delight. It wouldn’t be long before it descended into an orgy. Bimbos were like that. So horny and such airheads it didn’t take much to get them fucking.

The doorbell rang.

“Is it him?” squealed Alice. “Please, please, please say it’s him, Frank.”

“Let’s find out,” I grinned at my bimbo wife and walked to the door. I opened it and an older man in a brown suit, looking decades out of style, stood on my porch. He blinked at my wife, her tits bouncing as she hopped up in down in excitement.

“Are you the Director?” she squealed.

“Er, I am Director Steffen.”

Alice broke away from me, threw her arms around the man’s neck, and practically pulled his face into her cleavage as she hugged him tight. Her enthusiasm made my dick hard as I stared at her tight ass gripped by the stretchy fabric.

“Mr. Jackman?” the man groaned. “I take it this is one of the, um, women who have tested your Venus Serum.” Venus Serum was the marketing name for the product. Alice and I agreed that focusing on beauty was better than the side-effects.

“My wife, Alice,” I answered with a grin. “Alice, let him breathe. There’ll be time to smother him with your tits later.”

“Oh, yes,” gasped Alice, jumping back.

Director Steffen shifted, adjusting his tie. “Well, I see my Assistant-Director was right about the side-effects you are trying to hide.”

“Not hide,” I said, ushering him into the house. “I doubt anyone will complain about those. The results speak for themselves.”

“I’m a hottie now. Isn’t that the most wonderfulest thing in the world, Mr. Director?”

“Er, yes,” he nodded, staring at her cleavage as he walked past us. They were a magnificent pair of tits.

Then he froze seeing the room full of bimbos. The kissing pair now had their tits out and pressed together. Other bimbos watched, cheeks flushed, rubbing their thighs, their large tits bouncing. Becca, my blonde wife, flounced over, her tits almost exploding out of her blue dress as they heaved.

“The Director’s here!” she gasped and then hugged him.

“This is my wife, Becca,” I said.

“Another wife?” Director Steffen groaned, practically drooling on Becca’s rack as she pressed his face down to it as she hugged him.

“I have six,” I smiled. “Not legally, of course. But they all live with us.”

“Polgummy is the best,” beamed Alice. “So yummy and chewy.”

“Yes!” Becca added. “We love polygummy.”

“Polygamy,” I said to the director as Becca released him. “They have trouble with big words sometimes.”

Alice giggled. “It’s so hard to say them. So many sounds. I bet you can say them. You must be so super smart to be a director.”

“I have a Ph.D.,” he nodded.

“So do I!” Alice clapped her hands together. “I’m a Doctor of Chemistry. I’m a super smart sciency person. I made the drug that lets Frank fuck over and over. He keeps us all so happy with his dick.”

The man cleared his throat.

“His cock’s hard, Alice,” Becca gasped.

“Oh, no, we gave you blue balls.” My wife fell to her knees, reaching for his crotch. “We’ll fix you.”

“Excuse me?” the man groaned, looking up.

I nodded at him. “Bimbos are very friendly. I’m sure you can see why this product needs to be out there. Women who crave to be sexy and desired will want it. And they will be so happy once they’ve received it.”

“I love being a bimbo,” Alice moaned, pulling out the director’s cock and inhaling it into her mouth.

The older man, who must have been pushing fifty, groaned. His eyes shot open. How long had it been since he had his dick sucked? He gave me a wild look then gasped as Becca nuzzled at his balls. The wet, sucking sound made my dick throb worse.

“Maybe you would like to get to know my wives better in private?” I grinned at him. “Well, five of them. Veronica needs to stay with me.”

“What?” groaned Director Steffen.

“Five busty women.” I grinned at him. “A nice appetizer before we talk business.”

Nicole, her brown hair bouncing about her vivacious face, and Donna came over, Janet following the busty pair. Donna and Janet both had raven-black hair, though Janet’s was longer. Donna looked so delicious with her shorter hair, her tits about to burst out of her top.

“Five women?” the director groaned. “Jesus. This can’t be real.”

“Oh, it is,” I nodded.

His head snapped back. Alice swallowed his cum. I shuddered at every gulp she made, my dick throbbing. The director’s lips twisted in a smile as my other wives pressed around him, giggling, kissing him, whispering in his ear.

“Enjoy them, Director. Then we’ll talk with my investors.”

Alice hopped up, licking her lips. “Let’s go, Mr. Director, and make a movie for the produce!”

I sighed. My bimbo-wife still didn’t quite understand what was going on. Her intelligent half did, but I needed bimbo Alice tonight. Already, her tits were out, another man’s hands pawing them, as the group headed upstairs.

“So, what do we do while we wait?” Mark asked.

Veronica sauntered up to me, an excited smile on her face. She held a bowel in her hand that had names on them. Each of the bimbos in this room had her name on one of the tags. “Simple,” I said. “Let’s swap wives and have fun.”

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Alice Jackman, Chief Research Scientist of BimboTech Chemicals

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Mr. Director moaned as we led him upstairs.

“We’re just so eager to star in your movie,” Nicole beamed, her brown hair bouncing about her face as she raced up the stairs.

“Movie?” he asked, blinking.

“The movie you’re making for our husband,” I smiled at him. “Don’t be silly. You know that.”

“I’m not that kind of director,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“What other kind is there?” I looked at Becca.

“I don’t know,” the blonde girl giggled. “Mmm, but we’re supposed to make sure you feel so yummy good. Our husband wants you to be happy so you’ll make a movie for us.”

“Yes,” I said, clapping my hands. “Let’s start right now.”

“I’m not making a movie… Oh, hell, who cares. You can call me what you want, ladies.”

“Yay,” Janet cheered.

We reached the second floor and led him into the guest bedroom. It was all prepared to make the movie. I threw the door open with a flourish as the other wives pulled him into the room, Donna at the rear.

“Let’s get naked,” I cheered, closing the door. “Thank you for coming here and helping out my husband. We’re so happy to sell the Venus Serum.”

“I can tell,” groaned Mr. Director. “I’ve never been offered such a sweet bribe.”

Janet and Becca pushed him down onto the bed. Then they smothered him with kisses, raining them over his face. He had such a happy grin. Already, his cock was recovering, growing hard after I sucked out his yummy cum.

“Naked!” Donna cheered in delight, grabbing my green, stretchy dress and pulling it over my head. “There!”

I bounced on my heels, giggling as my tits bounced with me, slapping together. Donna’s eyes widened as she watch my tits heave, and then she took off her dress, too. Her tits were almost as big as mine, her nipples so fat and hard. She stood before me, our nipples kissing as we jiggled our boobs together.

The brush of our nipples sent hot shudders racing down to my pussy. I groaned, my hips shaking back and forth. I was so wet and hot down in my pussykitty. She needed to be petted and played with so badly. I wanted that warm, yummy, creamy delight bathing my mind. More marshmallowy goodness smothering away everything but fun.

I glanced at the bed, Nicole working off the director’s pants, exposing hairy legs. Then she yanked down his boxers. His cock sprang out, throbbing hard, his balls swollen. Nicole nuzzled at them, licking, and sucking.

“I’ve died and gone to big-breasted woman heaven,” panted the director.

“Oh, no, you’ve died?” I gasped. “We have to revive you. We can’t let you die. You’re too important. We need your movie to get approval to sell our produce.”

“No, you need my approval to sell your product,” he groaned, Becca and Janet unbuttoning his shirt and peeling it off. His hands grabbed their tits. “And this is one helluva bribe.”

“We’re not bribes,” I giggled. “We’re payment so you’ll help our husband.”

“We would do anything for our husband,” Janet cooed, pressing her tits right into the director’s face.

“Anything,” Donna agreed, hugging me and jumping up and down.

Her tits felt so nice on mine. I hugged her, grabbing her ass, jumping with her. Wonderful excitement shot through me. My pussy was so wet. I pressed my cunt on Donna’s thighs, humping against her flesh, soothing that ache in my clit.

My naughty clit always needed soothing.

Donna’s wet pussy found my thigh. I smiled at my former boss. I was so glad she was a bimbo and not that bad, meany woman who yelled at me all the time. She used to make me cry. Now she made me cum.

And cumming was so much better than crying.

“Jesus, these tits are real,” groaned the director. “The serum really works. You really were fat and ugly.”

“And them Frank improvised us,” I giggled, grinding my hot flesh harder on Donna’s thigh. My clit throbbed against her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Donna gasped. “I used to be so meany and angry and horribly. I bullied everyone. Now I just have fun. It’s so amazeballs.”

“Yes, yes, amazeballs! Yummy, delicious balls.” I shuddered and then kissed Donna hard on the mouth.

“Damn,” the director groaned. “Damn, I’ve never seen two women kiss in person. That’s so hot.”

“We like kissing,” Becca said. “Right, Janet?”

“Right!”

As I kissed Donna, I watched my other wives lean over the director and lock lips, their breasts pillowing on his chest. Nicole had her mouth sucking on his cock, bobbing up and down. I humped harder and harder on Donna’s thigh, moaning into her sweet lips, the air bursting with feminine passion.

It was so much fun making a movie. I would cum so many times.

Every time I slid my clit up and down, flutters ran through my body. They were so amazeballs. I loved that word. My nipples tingled. I gripped Donna’s butt-cheeks, massaging them as our tongues danced together, our bodies heaving faster and faster.

“Goddamn, I’m going to cum again. Twice in one night. I feel like a young man. You women are liquid Viagra.”

I broke the kiss to laugh, “You’re so silly, Mr. Director. We’re not liquids. We’re solids.”

“Our pussies are liquid,” moaned Donna. “You feel so juicy on my thigh.”

“Yes, yes, yes, I’m going to cum all over our thigh. I love cumming.”

“Me, too! Let’s never stop!”

I gasped in awe. “That’s the bestest idea I’ve ever heard. You are so super-duper smart.”

“Shit, you girls are so dumb,” groaned the director. “But hot.”

“So hot!” I humped faster and faster, my cunt burning with need. My pussy smeared up and down Donna’s thigh. I tossed back my head.

And came hard.

My pussy spasmed. Juices flooded out of my cunt. They gushed down her thigh while the yummy bliss washed through me. My entire body became gooey marshmallowy rapture. I shuddered, kissing my wife hard, loving her so much. Our bodies writhed together while the director watched.

Nicole sucked his cock so hard. He groaned out. I knew that sound. Marshmallowy pleasure filled his body while he filled Nicole’s mouth with his salty treat. I shuddered, my head arching, my body heaving.

“Fuck,” groaned the director. “Jesus, I wanted to cum in one of your pussies.”

“Mine!” I gasped. “I’m first wife. I get to fuck you first.”

“Then me,” Janet giggled.

“Me next,” Becca chortled.

“And me!” Donna shuddered. Her pussy grew so hot. Yummy juices splashed on my thigh as she had her amazeball orgasm.

“I’m wiped out. I can’t possible cum again,” the director groaned.

“I know how to make you,” I giggled, bursting away from Donna, invigorated. “Special medicine I came up with because I’m a super smart sciency person. And then Frank mod…modif…modificated it. He’s such a great man.”

The director snorted. “Oh, yes, so great. He turned his wife into a bimbo slut and sent her to me as a bribe. Great guy.”

“I know,” I smiled, opening the nightstand drawer and pulling out the syringe. “This is only a temp berry injection.”

“Injection.” The man stiffened. “Temp berry?”

“Frank modificated it so it won’t last forever.” I flicked my finger against the side of the syringe, the air bubbles rising to the top. I gave it a quick press of the injector and giggled at the fountain of special drug arching into the air. Like a cumming cock.

Smiling, I lunged the needle at his thigh.

“No, wait,” the director gasped.

“Don’t be a big baby,” Becca said. “This will be fun. Babies don’t get their cocks sucked.”

“That’s right,” I said and injected him, plunging the plunger. The special temp berry medicine flowed into him. I yanked out the needle and giggled for joy. “It’s my turn first. I’m going to ride your cock, Mr. Director. You’ll love it. You’ll want to help my husband out once I’m done.”

“Fuck,” the man groaned. “Fuck, I feel so hot and… Shit, is my dick getting hard again?”

I nodded my head, crawling onto the bed. I threw the syringe away, the smart part of me not happy about that, but it was so hard to care about something like needle safety. I had a horny pussykitty that needed to eat a yummy sausage.

“He’s getting all hard for you,” Becca giggled, stroking his cock.

“Yep,” Nicole said, moving behind me. She licked my butt-cheek. “Ride him.”

“Ride him!” Janet cheered, taking up the chant, the other bimbos joining in, clapping in between, “Ride him!”

“Oh, damn,” the man said as I straddled his waist. “You all are really going to fuck me?”

“Uh-huh,” I grinned. “How else can we make the movie?”

“I’m not convinced this is such a good—” His eyes widened as he felt my hot, juicy snatch on the tip of his dick.

Becca was such a sweet wife and rubbed his cock against my pussy lips. My pussykitty purred so wonderfully, sending such delight shivering through my body. I squirmed my hips and lowered myself, my pussykitty swallowing the yummy sausage.

It wasn’t a very thick sausage, but it still felt delicious sliding into my depths. I groaned, it was a long sausage. It slid deeper and deeper into me. My back arched, my large tits jiggling before me as I sank all the way down on his dick.

I squirmed, his cock buried to the hilt in me. I groaned, my pussy clenching on his dick and then slid up him. The pleasure cascading about his face brought a squeal to my lips. I loved giving men such pleasure. I made them hard, and then I gave the satisfaction.

I was such a good bimbo.

“Holy fucking Jesus shit,” he gasped. “I haven’t felt pussy that hot in years. Damn, this is what I imagined all those sweet, young girls at work must be like. All those young secretary and new hirers out of college.”

“Bimbofy them,” I gasped, slamming down his cock. “Then they’ll be more than happy to satisfy you, Mr. Director.”

“A good bimbo helps out men in need,” Janet nodded. “We understand how painful it is for a man to be hard.”

“Which is why we have two hands, two tits, and three holes,” giggled Becca. Then she frowned. “Right? Three holes?” She held up her hand, ticking off as she said, “Mouth, pussy, and ass. Yep, three.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, sliding up the director’s dick.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck, I want to. But you’re all such airheads.”

“Bimbos,” I nodded. “And we love it. We were all so boring before. We didn’t know how to have fun. Now that’s all we do.”

“Yes!” Becca moaned and leaned over, sucking on my fat nipple.

I gasped, my pussy clenching on the director’s sausage. I shuddered, sliding my pussykitty up and down his cock faster and faster. She enjoyed him so much, savoring every inch of him. The wonderful, yummy friction spread through my body as I slid up and down.

My hand ran through Becca’s golden hair as she sucked and nibbled. Her tongue brushed my nipple, teasing me, driving me wild with pleasure. So much yummy, marshmallowy goodness drizzled across my mind, my eyes rolling back into my head.

Behind me, Nicole nuzzled at my butt-cheeks as I rose up and down. Her naughty tongue licked at my asshole. She swirled and rimmed me, her fingers massaging my ass. I gasped, loving her tongue as I rode the director’s cock.

“See, Mr. Director,” I moaned. “Help us out. Support us and help our produce get to market. Then there will be so many bimbos. They’ll all be so sexy and happy and have so much fun. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

“God, yes,” he groaned, hips bucking beneath me. “Jesus, that does. And your pussy… You’re so tight.”

“Yay! My pussykitty loves your big sausage.”

“I want to eat your sausage next,” Janet moaned, dangling her large tits over the director’s face.
My best-friend-wife squealed in delight as he latched onto her fat nipple, sucking hard. Janet smiled at me, her fingers playing between her thighs, frigging her wet pussy. I couldn’t wait for her turn to enjoy the director’s yummy sausage.

The pleasure built and built in me. I groaned, slamming down hard on his dick, grinding my clit into his pubic bone. My eyes rolled up into my head. I gasped, Becca sucking harder and harder at my nipple, Nicole’s naughty tongue probing my asshole.

And Frank… I bet he was watching me right now as we made the movie. I hoped he was so happy and proud of me, seeing how beautiful and sexy I was. It was all thanks to him that I was so happy. That I had so much fun.

“Love you, Frank,” I moaned out as my orgasm burst through me.

Pleasure spasmed out of my pussy. I slammed down on the director’s cock, massaging him, eager for his cum to spurt into my depths. He groaned, sucking louder and harder on Janet’s dangling nipple. His hips bucked up into me.

“Yes, yes, yes, cum in me,” I moaned as the pleasure rushed through my body, coating my insides with sticky, marshmallowy goodness.

He groaned about Janet’s nipple. And his dick erupted.

My asshole clenched on Nicole’s probing tongue as the Director’s hot seed poured into me. I moaned and swayed, my pussy milking his dick. The pleasure kept rushing through me, teased by Becca’s sucking mouth and Nicole’s naughty tongue. My nipple ached. I clenched Becca’s hair as so much jizz poured into me.

“That’s it. That’s it, Mr. Director. You came in me. You have to help us now. You took the payment. You’re working for us. You’ll help get our wonderful produce to market. Every woman will want the Venus Serum and be a sexy bimbo.”

“What, no,” he groaned. “I haven’t agreed to anything. This product is insane. Women can’t be turned into bimbos.”

“But you made a movie with us,” I smiled, shuddering as the pleasure buzzed through my body.

“My turn,” Janet squealed.

I nodded, rolling off of her and stretching out beside the director while Janet crawled over me to his still-hard dick. Her large tits bounced and swayed as she impaled herself on him reverse cowgirl and squealed. I bet Nicole licked at her clit now while Donna licked at Nicole’s.

“What do you mean, movie?” the director groaned as Janet rode him hard and fast, feeding her pussykitty.

I rubbed at mine, loving the cream leaking out. “Why, because we’re making one right now. See the cameras.” I pointed at the ceiling. “Isn’t that wonderful? Everyone will know that you’re helping us.”

“You’re blackmailing me?” he groaned.

“No, we’re paying you, silly-billy,” I laughed. “With pussy! So you’ll work with us?” I snuggled closer, frigging my pussy. “Please, please say you’ll work with us. We want you so badly. You’ll make my husband so happy.”

“Yes, yes,” Becca moaned, snuggling on the other side. “Be our director!”

“Yes!” howled Janet, ass clenching, cumming already on his dick, the naughty bimbo.

“I’m so fucked,” he groaned.

I giggled. “I know. By five sexy bimbos. Isn’t that just wonderful?”

“God, you are an airhead,” he groaned, shaking his head. He smacked Janet’s ass. “Fuck, just keep riding my cock. If I’m going to be forced to help you, I’ll fucking enjoy myself.”

“Yay!” I hugged his neck and gave him the biggest kiss in the world. I was so happy. All of Frank’s dreams would come true. I was so glad I could fuck this man to make that happen.

To be continued…

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