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Thanks for the feedback (both positive and negative), here is part two. If you would like to suggest something, please do. I’m trying to make a story that’ll appeal to everyone on this site^. Well enjoy.
P.S. I will later make a guide, that’ll make this story easier to understand.

I must had fell asleep, because the next thing I knew I was feeling the sun’s warmth through the majestic windows that loomed over me. When I open my eyes, Prince Hayate was staring right at me. For a second I didn’t move, but when I noticed that my naked body was clearly in his view, I grabbed the blankets and sheets to cover myself.
Prince Hayate smirked as he approached me. Instead of wearing the same cloak he had on when we first me, He was garmented in a crimson hauberk, brown pant leggings, and pure black boots. I didn’t had a good look at him before, but now I had to admit he was handsome. His shoulder length brown hair was tied in a small ponytail, while his grey eyes traced over me.
“Well, it’s about time you awoke woman.” He said smirking.
“Excuse me,” I replied, “my name happens to be Elena Your Majesty.”
Hayate performed a mocking bow, “Please excuse my manners, my queen to be.”
Before I could speak, he reached out and grabbed my hand and pulled me to him and wrapped his hands around me, “Now Elena are you ready to bear my heir?” As he asked this, his hand grabbed onto my breast and began to fondle it, while his other hand went towards my pussy.
“Get off,” I moaned gently pushing him off.
He stared at me confusingly then said, “What is wrong with you? Any woman in this kingdom would love to give birth to my children.”
“Well not me,” I said irritated that he lumped me together with other girls like beans and vegetables.
“Well you must,” He snorted.
“Why?”
“So I can take the throne from my older brother’s grasp.” He stated. I was too shocked to say anything so he continued, “My elder brother is only a step away from receiving title King from our father. However he has yet found one worthy to bear his offspring. But, since I found you, that should allow me to claim the throne.”
I couldn’t believe that he merely planned to use me as a stepping stone for the throne. “So, why should I bear you a child,” I asked defiantly.
Hayate took a step closer, “Because it was I who saved you from that low life, so it’s only fitting you bear my seed.”
“Technically it was Lily who saved me,” I said pointing a finger at him, “And are you telling me that, if I didn’t possess the Nebula Plate, then you would had left me.”
“Of course,” He said as if the answer was obvious, “There is no point in getting caught up with the quarrels of commoners.”
Before I could answered, Lily walked in with several maids behind.
“Oh good you are awake My Lady,” she said with her ever bright smile, “Is there anything you would like to eat this fine morning?”
“Well actually I was hoping to take a bath,” I replied, “and then going back home to see Ms. Gasco, and Taiyo.”
Hayate’s muscle tensed, “Who is Taiyo?”
I stared at him coldly before answering, “He is my younger brother.”
Lily sat on the bed next to me and said, “Of course you may see your family again, and we’ll have your bath ready as well as fresh new clothes.” I had to admit the bath was wonderful, as soon as I stepped in the empty marble room, part of the floor before me sunk in and water out of nowhere filled it in. The water itself was warm and relaxing, I could almost feel my tiredness seeping out of me. I was in the bath for about 5 minutes, when Lily came in. Unlike before, Lily had a green silky robe which she removed revealing her fantastic body once more. She joined me in the tub and handed me a wash cloth.
“You must use this to scrape away the dirt from your body My Lady,” She said.
I gratefully accepted and used the cloth to wash myself, I felt Lily’s amber eyes on me as I dabbed the towel under my breast. Eventually I gave the towel to Lily so she could wash my back for me.
“You have such a wonderful body My Lady,” Lily said, her hands starting to rub themselves against my back, slowly making their way to my breasts. One of her hands traveled down towards my thigh while the other stayed and fondled my breast. I was moaning as her fingers plunged themselves into my pussy. Lily removed her hand from my breast and had it grab my ass and squeeze it. I was already getting close to an orgasm, when Lily pulled her fingers out of my pussy. I could tell that she was licking the juice off her fingers, and it was making me even wetter. Then she removed her other hand from my ass and began chanting like last night. I turned and saw that she had created a magic dildo like last night.
She then started to rub it against my clit at a slow pace, then started to speed up. It was driving me crazy, my breathing became irregular, and my body started shaking. Her other hand was clasping my breast, rubbing it, and even pinching my nipple. She bent closer and whispered in my ear, “Would you like me to put it in now?” I nodded frantically. But she whispered, “Oh no no no, that wouldn’t do. I need to hear an answer My Lady.” As she said that her fingers pinched my nipple even tighter.
I breathed, “Ple..ase put… it in Li..ly.” Lily smiled and withdrew the dildo for a moment and thrust it into my pussy, the sudden force caused me to jump and moan in pleasure as Lily continued her assault. My orgasm was quickly approaching as Lily was shoving the dildo in and out of my pussy and switching between both my breasts, fondling, squeezing, and even licking. It only took a few more attacks such as these before I was arching my back, and trembling as I was submerged in a pleasurable orgasm.
When my orgasm settled I whined, “Tha..t’s not ..fair Lily, I just washed myself.” But even as I spoke, I felt all the sweat disappeared and any exhaustion faded. Before I could asked Lily spoke.
“Ah, this water is a healing substance. So even if we did all night long, you would feel no drowsiness whatsoever My Lady.” She said as she pulled the dildo out of me. A small moan escaped me from the sudden disappearance of the dildo.
“Wow, so can you do everything with magic,” I asked astonished.
Lily hesitated before answering, “Well… yes and no.., you see there are some specific rules when performing any magical acts.”
“Really?”
“Yes, however now is not the time to dwell on a subject such as this,” Lily said standing up from the bath, “now be quick My Lady, you must hurry and get dress.” I nodded and Lily left the washroom, I stayed for only a few more minutes and got out to dry myself with a bigger towel that Lily had left for me. Then I went back into the room where I was first taken to, I browsed through all of the wardrobes hoping to find a simple plain dress for me to wear. Unfortunately my search was fruitless, in the end I decided on a white dress with lace around the wrist, this was the plainest one I could find since it was the only one lacking gem stones, rare exotic plants, and colorful silk. After I dressed into it I looked myself over in a tall mirror that was in the room. The dress fitted me nicely, and my body. I had to admit, I looked like a real princess or at least a rich merchant’s daughter.
A maid came to escort me to Prince Hayate, who was impatiently waiting on me.
“Finally,” He complained and then scoffed gesturing to the dress I was wearing, “I demand that you changed into something far more elegant than that. I refused to be seen with you unless you comply.”
“Listen,” I said placing my hands on my hips, “nobody said that you had to accompany me, so either deal with it or let me go alone.”
“Fine, but at least put this on,” He said handing me the same cloak that he and Lily were wearing, when I first saw them.
After I put on the cloak and pulled the hood over my head, we walked to the exit of the fortress. Just when we reached the gate Lily stopped me from walking any further, and shushed me when I tried to speak and gestured to Prince Hayate. I turned and was initially shocked, Hayate had one arm stretched high over his head and was muttering words so fast that I couldn’t hear a single one. He began to glow in a crimson light which started to flare up and soon engulfed my vision. When the light finally disappeared, I saw that we were at the entrance to my town.
Lily explained, “A teleport spell known as Gui-Shai-Mus. It allows you to transport yourself and others to almost anywhere in this world.”
“Is that why we’re winning this war,” I asked intrigued, “Because you would teleport your men into the hearts of enemy camps.”
“No,” Hayate stated, “If it were that easy, this war would had ended a long time ago. While you’re able to go to almost anywhere you want, there are some risks.”
“Like what,” I asked.
He continued, “You see, when performing this magic there are some factors to consider. If there are any other magicians or spellcasters in the area then they’ll be alerted of your presence, and they can choose to negate your spell. At that point, you’ll have to pour in more energy in order to ensure your success. However even if you succeed and were transported, you would be weakened having use extra energy to feed your spell.”
“But wouldn’t your enemies be equally tired as well trying to negate your spell?” I asked
Hayate stepped on a scorpion that was approaching, “Yeah, but not as tired as you would be. Because negating a spell takes only half the energy than fueling it does, and there’s the chance that there would be more than one spellcaster, and they can work together to negate your spell. Even if you had allied spellcasters fuel your spell, if you hadn’t linked them with you, it would only teleport you right into the enemies hand. One last thing, the larger the group that you teleport, the more energy it would take to accomplish it.”
I nodded, there was so much risk in the art of magic, and here I used to think that you could do almost anything with it and without any risks.
Hayate placed a hand on my shoulder, “we’ll let us dawdle no more. Lead us to your family.” I was shocked, he was so much different from this morning, I felt my face grow red, but I nodded and led the way. However as soon we stepped past the gates, we we’re stopped by a runic barrier.
We heard the sentry guard yell, “Accursed enemies, you shall pass no further, prepare to meet your demise.” The next second, a barrage of arrows rained out of the sky, I ducked my head for cover, but Hayate drew his sword and swung it over his head. I looked up and to my surprise; I saw the arrows were repel by a force produced by Hayate’s saber.
Hayate sheath his blade and shouted, “Calm down you blubbering fools. I am Prince Hayate, son of King Enigumo. I request the right of passage at once.” Immediately the barrier was removed and we walked in. Two sentry men carrying spears along with several dozen archers awaited us, all of them were bowing with their heads touching the ground.
“Please forgive our rude manners My Lord,” said one of the sentries trembling. “It wasn’t in our intention to harm you or your party.”
“Don’t worry,” Hayate said, “You actually did quite well. I would had been furious if you had left yourself open for any enemies lurking about. Well done.”
The sentry slowly lifted his head and bowed once more, “Ahh thank you for your praise My Lord.” After that, Hayate bid the soldiers farewell and we continued onward. Hayate had me lead the way, I considered going home but then decided to go to Ms. Gasco’s bar.
“Gasconue’s Bar,” read Hayate. We were at the entrance of the bar.
“Yeah pretty cool huh?” I asked with a smile.
“Indeed, it is so original.” Lily agreed
“Yeah cool,” Hayate said, but I heard a note of sarcasm in his tone. As soon as we entered, I could tell something wasn’t right, behind the counter sat Ms. Gasco, her expression worn, yet determine. She was arguing with a group of men who were at the counter, and it seemed violence would become inevitable.
“I’M NOT GONNA ASK AGAIN, WHERE IS THAT SLUTTY TRAMP?” The man who was in front of the group roared.
“YOU WILL WATCH YOUR MOUTH SIR, I WILL NOT HAVE YOU SPEAK ABOUT ELENA IN SUCH A MANNER,” howled Ms. Gasco with equal force.
The man lowered his voice, yet the intensity remained, “Well seeing as I lost three of my best recruiters and she was the last one who was with them. She’s a prime suspect.”
“I hope your not suggesting that Elena killed them.” Ms. Gasco growled, some of Ms. Gasco customers stood, all of them were glaring at the man.
A smirk appeared on the man’s face, “Actually I heard from a shepherd that she gave them a good fuck then slit each of their throats and ran off.” Ms. Gasco balled her fist tightly but before she could do anything someone called out.
“Shut up, don’t talk about my sister like that.” I looked to find the source, it was a surprise and horror to me, when I saw that it was Taiyo. Taiyo seemed to have recovered much better, breathing seemed normal and his trembling stopped, however he was still a bit pale. The man walked towards Taiyo and stared at him for a moment.
Then he grabbed Taiyo by his shirt and threw him against a wall, all the customers and Ms. Gasco rose to their feet but they were stopped, for the rest of the man’s group had drew their swords and had their hands pointing at everyone, each of their hands were glowing.
“Shit,” whispered Hayate, “Elena go hide outside, these guys are magic users.”
But his words were lost to me, I was still staring at Taiyo who was limp and against the wall shuddering in pain. The man who threw him grabbed him by the throat.
“Little brats should mind their business.” He said tightening his grip around Taiyo.
Hearing my little brother gasp in pain set me loose, because before I knew it I was running towards the man skirting past his comrades, I jumped on the man with my arms around his throat. He dropped Taiyo and tried to get me off. His comrades rushed forward, however when he twisted himself and nearly kicked Taiyo, I felt something powerful boiling inside of me released itself. Bluish white light was rippling out of me filling the whole tavern, I heard the men screamed and then nothing else. When the light cleared, I suddenly felt cold and realized why. The cavern was filled with ice, Taiyo, Ms. Gasco, and the other customers were unharmed, however the group of men and their leader were all encased in ice. My nebula plate was still glowing, and that must had gave me away cause I heard Taiyo call my name.
It became incredibly quiet and everyone was staring at me. Before I could respond however, everyone suddenly fell. For a moment I thought it was the effect of what I just did, but Lily explained.
“Don’t worry My Lady,” she said, “It’s merely a sleeping spell. However we must remove their memories immediately and hide the evidence. We will have to visit another time.”
“Why?”
“Because since no one knows of your true identity, and with such a strong release of magic, Tenkon will likely send their spellcasters to investigate this incident.” I nodded solemnly. After Lily and Hayate removed the ice and erased everyone’s minds in the Tavern including some people outside who noticed the light from my magic, we left the tavern and went to the town’s gate.
Once there, Hayate told the Sentry, “At Gasconue’s Bar there are a few unconscious bodies there perhaps from drinking too much, so be sure to take care of them.” The sentry nodded, and once we were outside the gate, Hayate performed
Gui-Shai-Mus again. During the rest of the day Hayate said nothing to me. I felt horrible, despite what Lily said, I shouldn’t had snapped like that. Later that night when I was lying in bed, Hayate entered my room.
“Do you have any idea of what you’ve done today?” I heard him asked quietly. I pulled the blankets over my head and tried to ignore him. “Do you have any idea of what you’ve done?” He asked again, his voice gaining volume. When I didn’t answer, he pulled the blankets off me. I stared at him terrified, he then got on the bed and positioned himself next to me.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled to him. He reached out his hand. Afraid that he was going to strike me, I shunned away only to look back, when he began stroking my hair. His face was so calmed, that I was speechless when he drew me closer and hugged me. I felt safe in his arms.
“I’m sorry,” I heard him say, “I only kept the impression that you were valuable only to bear my heir. You see it was custom that the ruler’s mate should merely bear a child and nothing else. But I can’t keep this charade up, I didn’t save you just because you bore the nebula’s plate, but because I love you.” Tears filled my eyes.
“But tod..ay,” I stammered.
“I was upset today,” Hayate admitted, “but it wasn’t because of what my kingdom may find or the lives you put at risk. It was because I was afraid to lose you. You see, if you use magic and cannot control it, there’s a high possibility that it can succumb you. Once that happens, the magic will rob your freedom and turn you into shell of suffering and sorrow, and I didn’t want that to happen to you.” Hayate hugged me tighter. We laid there like that for a few moments, then we both looked at each other and started to inch closer until our lips met. We kissed for a long time, allowing our tongues to explore one another. Then we broke apart and began to undress, he removed his armor and tunic, while I removed my cloak and dress. Pretty soon we were both naked.
Hayate grabbed my breast and twirl my nipples, his other hand went down towards my pussy and started rubbing my clit. I moaned as I let him suck on my nipples, I knew he was savoring each taste. After a while we changed position, I laid on my back. Hayate spread my legs as his head moved between my legs and he began to lick my pussy. I moaned and shudder as his speed started to intensify, both his hands reached out and grabbed and breasts and squeezed them. I arched my back, as the pleasure began to build, then he brought one of his hands back and started to finger my pussy. First he started with one finger, but then another finger went in and his speed increased. I moaned and pulled his head closer as he licked even licked even more. I felt my orgasm rapidly approached.
“Wait,” I said, he stopped and looked at me. “Let me pleasure you too Hayate.”
He smiled gently and said, “Of course Elena.” He rolled off me and sat on the edge of the bed. I got up and knelt before him and grabbed his cock’s shaft and started stroking it. Hayate’s cock was 8inches, I increased my speed and with my other hands, I played with his balls. Hayate groaned as I placed his cock in my mouth. I was only able to get about half of it in my mouth. I started sucking, and licking the tip and the shaft. I still gently played with his balls. Hayate was groaning and slowly started humping my mouth. When I felt his cock throbbed, I let it out of my mouth. I wanted to try something Lily suggested to me before he came.
When he asked me what was wrong, I replied with a smile, “Just wait and see.”
Then I wrapped my breasts around his cock started to move them up and down. At first I was clumsy but later gained momentum. Hayate groaned again but more loudly. I licked the tip of his cock again as I continued moving my breast. Then I placed his cock back into my mouth and twirl my tongue along its length while moving my breast. This went on for a bit longer then Hayate gave one final grunt and came in my mouth. The thick warm load seemed endless, for everytime I licked or sucked, his cock would pump out more cum. For a moment I thought he would continue cumming for ever, but he finally slowed down. After he was finish cumming, I popped his cock out of my mouth. My mouth was full of his cum, I savored the taste, for while it was a bit bitter, it was erotic and made me even more wet. After a while I managed to swallow it all.
“Can you continued?” I asked him with a giggle.
He was breathing hard, but when he regained his breath he smiled back at me and said, “No problem.” With and unknown incantation, his limp cock was rock hard again.
“W..wait a second. That’s cheating,” I complained.
He smirked, “Oh well.” and with that, Hayate got back on the bed properly and laid on his back. I straddled him and positioned his cock at my pussy’s entrance. I slowly lowered myself until both my clit and his cock’s tip were touching. Before starting however, I grinded my pussy against the shaft of his cock, causing Hayate to moan. Then without any hesitation I let myself drop taking his cock’s full length inside of me. I shrieked in pain as my hymen broke.
“Are you okay?” Hayate asked clearly concern.
I nodded and gave him a gentle smile, “Yeah I’m alright so we can keep going.”
But Hayate still waited, until I became somewhat accustomed to his cock, then he began to slowly thrust into me. At first it was still painful, but eventually the pain was replaced by pleasure. I’ve began bouncing up and down on Hayate’s cock, matching his thrusts. I felt Hayate grabbed my bouncing breast and squeezed them. Then his hands retreated and wrapped around my ass to keep me balanced. It was this act that made me go as fast as I could. Hayate matched my speed with his thrusts. The sound that my pussy and his cock made when they slapped against each other was so erotic. I was moaning, aware of nothing but the pleasure that was slowly consuming me.
“I gonna cum,” I heard Hayate said still thrusting.
“Me too,” I said wearily still bouncing. Then with one final mighty thrust from Hayate, we both came, I was first, I squirted all over his cock, that threw Hayate over the edge. He came even more than when I sucked his cock. I felt the warm cum being pumped into me, and I love the feeling. My body shuddered in pleasure as more and more of his cum went into me. With a smile etched on my face I collapsed on him with his cock still inside of me. We both hugged each other as the night began to shift to dawn.

Pt 3 soon.

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Sexy professional sisters want jobs as a tycoon’s Entertainment Coordinators. They offer him all sorts of naughty and delightful sexual entertainment for an outrageous price. Nominated for a Golden Clitoride Award.

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I had divorced three months earlier. Since I was a multi-billionaire, that had additional risks and hassles. I walked out of my company’s headquarters to a limousine as my security people kept the crowd of hundreds back. I saw a few reporters but most of them were young women, gold diggers, to be precise. The numerous shouts of, “Larry, talk to me!”, “Look at me, Larry!”, and “Please, Mister Tomkins!” were almost deafening.

I was nearly to the car. I felt fingernails touch my palm as a small card was pushed into my hand. A beautiful blonde lady opened the front of her trench coat only a step away from me, and I had a great view of her large breasts in a white bikini top. The fabric was so thin it may as well have been cling wrap. From the brief glance I got of her equally translucent panties, I could see her carpet matched her drapes.

All she said was, “It’s worth it! Only 10 minutes!” She blew me a kiss as a security woman slowly pushed her away. She wasn’t college-aged, like most of the crowd, but her body and face were fantastic for thirty-something. Once I stepped into the limo for the trip to my next meeting, I looked at the card. It was a motel room key. There was lipstick in the shape of a kiss on one side. On the back was, “Free blowjob with a 10-minute talk.”

Since I was still in an accounting mood from the last meeting, I did some quick math. My income was a bit over six million dollars per day. That’s $250,000 an hour, or about $4,000 a minute. If the talk with her took time away from my business, it would be a $40,000 “free” blowjob.

I’d been celibate over a month and let my arousal win. I went to the cheap motel after my meeting. The door opened the second I knocked, and the hot blonde in her nearly transparent bikini quickly said, “Please stand by the dresser.” I did as she asked, and she kneeled on a pillow and unzipped me. By the time she had my penis out and started licking, she told me, “If you’re not too busy, you can try my pussy too.” I thought I could probably find the time.

As her warm wet mouth sucked, I was reaching full erection. She paused to stand a moment and slide her white bikini bottoms off. She kneeled again and held them up. “Sniff ‘em if you want.” I enjoyed what I smelled very much.

I joked, “I like this meeting. Much better than stale donuts and cold coffee.” I felt her giggle with my dick in her mouth.

She moved forward far enough to swallow the head of my cock. She kept it down her throat longer than I expected and licked my scrotum. Only a few women had been able to deep-throat me before, and the ball lick was a nice addition. She pulled back a little and I heard her gasp through her nose as the head returned to her mouth. She licked the underside of my cock very hard, squeezing it against the roof of her mouth, then rotated her hand on my shaft as she started sucking again.

She snapped her fingers and another blonde walked out of the bathroom. She looked a bit younger and helped me take off my jacket and tie. She knelt and tickled my testicles a little before taking over the blowjob. She held the shaft and blew on the head a little, making me cringe a bit from the sudden chill. She smiled and looked up at me, then started licking slowly.

The older one said, “Your time is precious. You deserve our best.” She knelt behind me, and I felt her kiss my butt cheeks. She added, “If you don’t like this, just tell me to stop.” The one in front started to suck lightly, but didn’t push my arousal any further. They didn’t want me to come yet. The one behind licked my butt crack. It was surprising to feel a tongue there, very nice, but surprising. She gently spread my ass cheeks and licked the rim of my anus, as the other one started licking and sucking my cock a little faster. One of them squeezed my balls as the woman behind me thrust her tongue deep into my asshole, and the other sucked intensely. I held a corner of the dresser for balance as I went off, pumping a large load into the wonderful mouth wrapped around my rod.

In the short time it took me to regain my breath, they cleaned me with warm washcloths and sat on the edge of the bed. The first one started her sales pitch. “You’ve been married four times, always unhappily. We want to break that cycle and bring you as much joy and pleasure as possible. No man wants to be with the same woman, doing the same thing, over and over for years. My sister and I want to be your entertainment coordinators. We’ll arrange sexual entertainment to keep you as happy as possible, at a cost you’ll barely notice.”

The younger one climbed onto the bed, laid on her belly, and started wiping lube on her ass. The older one took out a condom and rolled it on me as she continued. “You’ll have a sexy and willing partner in your bed, in the back of your limo, or on your plane 24 hours a day.” She rubbed lube onto the condom and gestured toward her sister’s butt. “Oral, anal, pussy, whatever you want, any time. Try out her ass.” She drizzled a little chocolate syrup on one of her nipples as I climbed atop her sister, then she laid on her side next to me.

I rubbed my shaft up and down the pleasantly slippery butt cheeks beneath my hips, then slowly entered her tight anal ring. She said, “It’s nice if you take it easy, but if you want it rough, we can handle it.” I slid the rest of the way in slowly, then started thrusting. The other one leaned toward me and I tasted her chocolate-covered tit.

Through all the euphoria, I head one of them say, “As a bonus, you can have my daughter Leandra’s virginity if you marry her. She’ll be your young pretty wife and you’ll have a virtual harem at your disposal. Japanese, German, Mexican, Russian, Thai, African, Irish, Brazilian; a wonderful variety of ladies willing to do nearly anything.”

As I was about to climax in her sister’s ass, she pulled my cock out, removed the condom, and jerked me off into her mouth. She sucked me dry and her sister continued their pitch. “We can accommodate most fetishes you might have too, bondage, watersports, latex, leather, spanking. If you’d like to try a foursome, a pair of twins, or maybe a young man or three, we can arrange that. We’re very discrete. We know how badly scandals can affect a business or a family.

The final thing we need to tell you is the cost. Since you’re super-wealthy, it shouldn’t have any impact on your life.” Her sister was stroking my shaft, trying to get me hard again.

I asked, “How much?”

“Five percent and a five percent prenup. You’ll want a prenuptial agreement before my daughter marries you, of course. If you’re married longer than a year and divorce, she gets five percent of your wealth. You’ll pay Marissa and I salaries of two percent of your income each, and we’ll cover all the costs of supplying your entertainment. Your sweet little wife will get an allowance of one percent.”

I laughed. “Five percent is a hundred million a year! And a prenup of nearly a billion dollars!”

Marissa managed to harden my rod again and rolled another condom on me. She said, “You spend four percent on transportation alone. See if riding my pussy is better than riding on a private jet. Help convince him, Ehlonna.”

As I slid into Marissa’s warm wet slit, the two of them took turns kissing me. When I was about halfway to climax, Ehlonna said, “Every week, you can have five new ladies from five countries. Everybody gets tested before we let them near you, so diseases won’t be a problem. We verify everyone is above the age of consent and in the country legally, so you have no worries there. The choice to use condoms or other birth control, or none, is up to you.”

I pulled out and asked, “What?”

“If you want to sow your oats, you can put dozens of babies in dozens of anonymous single moms. We’ll handle the paternity payments for another one percent. If you like kids and want to start a big family, I’m sure your wife-to-be won’t mind if you knock up her mother and aunt too.”

Marissa said, “We have the implant, but we’ll get them removed if you want.” I pulled the condom off and jackhammered away, driving my rock-hard pecker deep into her over and over. My cock pulsed as I pumped myself empty. “YEAH! UNGH! URRRR!”

I rolled on my back panting and struggled to speak. “One month!” GASP! “Let me try it…” GASP! “ … for a month!”

Marissa thought a moment. “If you want more than a month, you marry my daughter Leandra?” She showed me a short video of a young pretty blonde in a ‘schoolgirl’ uniform. “She turned 18 four months ago. Isn’t she just a little cutie?”

Somehow, she was even more attractive and arousing to me than the beauties I had just fucked. I agreed, “Very nice.”

Ehlonna licked my cum out of her sister as she reached down and rubbed her own pussy. I thought my erection supply was gone for the day, but I felt my dick move a little again.

Marissa smiled and said, “As you see, anytime you’re bored, we can give you a hot lesbian show too.” She licked her lips as she reached between her knees and played with her sister’s hair. “So, ten million for a one-month trial, UH! SO GOOD! UH! … and a hundred million a year if you have a great time?”

I glanced at the clock and realized I’d been there 45 minutes. That was 200 grand worth of my time, plus a day at ten million a month, roughly half a million dollars. I hadn’t been so happy, relaxed, and satisfied in years. I remembered I had nearly twenty billion, and realized it was worth it.

“Deal. I don’t like condoms. Have everybody use other birth control for now.” I removed my socks, shirt, and watch, then headed to the shower. By the time I turned on the water, I heard one of them climax, then the other.

They helped me wash and tried to get me hard again, but my member needed some ‘executive time’. They helped me dress and Marissa asked, “Would you rather have a date with Leandra tonight, a wild redhead who likes ropes, or a couple of lactating Latinas?”

Any of the three sounded great, but I didn’t think my package could handle another adventure so soon. I said, “I should get to know your daughter.”

I picked up my phone and pressed a well-used button, “Brian, clear my calendar for tonight, tomorrow too. I know, I know. The Senator and the Prince can reschedule. I have something more important.”

–

By the time I finished a phone call, the two of them put on panties and bras and straightened up their hair. I turned and saw Ehlonna put on a gray and pink pantsuit, as Marissa put on similar one in gray and light blue. Instead of wanton whores, they looked like proper office workers as they followed me into the limo.

I told the driver to follow Marissa’s directions as we went to pick up my future wife. I dozed off on the way, and one of them nudged me awake. Ehlonna was on her cell and said, “Your scheduler wants to know my EPR before he’ll tell me anything. What’s an EPR?”

I explained, “Employee Position Rank. It’s a number from one to twenty. I’m the only twenty. Let me talk to him.”

She handed me the phone and I said, “It’s me again, Brian. Marissa and her sister Ehlonna are my new Entertainment Coordinators. For personal matters only, they have EPRs of 16, like you, VP level. Cooperate with them, and give them any schedule or travel information they need.”

I handed the phone back. When their conversation was over, Marissa said, “Thanks Mr. Tomkins.”

I smiled and replied, “My dick was in you half an hour ago. Call me Larry.” The three of us shared a chuckle.

Ehlonna said, “I want to be sure we have our information correct. Your usual private jet carries up to 9 passengers and has a small bed in back. Your limo carries up to 12, and you have four guest rooms in your penthouse?”

“Six bedrooms in the penthouse and I use one for an office, so yes.”

“Good, we should get to know your likes and dislikes, so we can help you get the best ah … service. Would you like to arrange everything, choose which people entertain you on which day, and what activities you’ll do?”

“I plan and choose far too much already. I mainly like women around 20 to 35, in most colors and shapes, but trying new things might be fun. I’m not into drugs, tattoos, or obesity though. Other than poop or vomit near my face, gay orgies, or serious pain, surprise me. You really wore me out. Let me get a nap until we reach my building.”

She shook me awake in the parking garage, then my security chief and I pulled up the rear of the parade to the elevators. I was a little confused, wondering why there were six females in my entourage, instead of the three I was expecting. As we got to my door, I said, “I’m done for the night, John, but the ladies may be leaving later.”

He said, “Very good, sir.” I heard him say over his mic, “Tommy is home from camp. Repeat, Tommy is home from camp.”

I smiled at the simplicity and my inane codename. They even used public CB radio frequencies. Anybody could buy a CB and listen in for little more than lunch money. They sought invisibility through mundanity, and it worked. Thousands of school-age scouts sent similar radio messages every day, and millions of non-scouts tried hard to ignore them. That’s part of the reason I donated money and radios to all the local scout groups.

As I walked into my penthouse apartment, I told the ladies, “Make yourselves at home. There are snacks and drinks in the kitchen. Let’s get comfortable and have a chat in the living room.”

I sat in the middle of a sofa with Marissa and Ehlonna on either side of me. Marissa pointed out the younger ladies to me. “You’ve seen video of my daughter Leandra. Her brunette friend is Sherry, and the younger redhead is her other best friend, Shannon. The taller redhead is Wanda. Everybody already knows Mr. Larry Tomkins from his company’s advertising.”

I thought Wanda was about average-looking and around age 30. The rest of the ladies were beautiful, especially lovely blonde Leandra.

“Leandra and Larry will be dating twice a week for a month, then he’ll decide if he wants to accept our offer and marry her. Ehlonna and I will arrange entertainment for him the rest of the time.

I want to go over the dating rules. Leandra is a good girl, a virgin. She’s going to stay a virgin until she gets married. Sherry and Shannon are her chaperones. They’ll make sure she doesn’t have sex. Wanda will be Larry’s emergency assistant.”

I asked, “What?”

She explained, “Sherry and Shannon will help your dates go smoother, too, but at least one of them will escort Leandra at all times. If she’s sleeping, one or both will be in bed with her. If she goes to the bathroom, one of them will pass her the toilet paper.

Wanda will escort Larry, in case he has an emergency in his pants and needs a vagina. Wanda will be there for him 24/7, but only if it’s an emergency.

The rest of the time, Leandra will prove she’ll be a good wife by opening her mouth and swallowing any time Larry feels a desire to jack off. Leandra will also prove she’s a good girl and good potential wife by using the poop hole loophole. She’ll stay a virgin by asking him to do her ass at the end of each date.”

My eyes must have been the size of saucers as I asked, “REALLY?”

Leandra sweetly said, “I want you to be happy with me. Sherry and Shannon have helped me practice with toys in my butt for a few months. I think I’m ready.”

Marissa French kissed me briefly, then stood up. “She stays a virgin, but enjoy her mouth and ass. If you need pussy, that’s why Wanda’s around. Ehlonna and I will meet you on your way to the office in two days. Your entertainment for tomorrow will bring you breakfast.”

Ehlonna said, “Everybody heard and understands, but I think we should make sure. Stand in front of Leandra, Larry.”

I did, and she continued, “Sherry, Shannon, help her give Larry a pants emergency.”

Leandra unzipped me and pulled out my penis. She said, “Wow! It’s SO BIG!”

The three high school seniors took turns licking and sucking. Leandra looked quite excited. Sherry and Shannon didn’t complain, but looked like they were doing an unpleasant chore. The three were inexperienced and unskilled, but their tongues and lips still brought me closer and closer to climax. So, SO close!

Ehlonna cruelly said, “Hands and mouths off, girls! What do you do, Larry?”

I nearly screamed, “WANDA! Quick! Lean over the table! PLEASE!”

I ran behind her and lifted her skirt. I was a little surprised, but happy to see she wore no panties. I stuffed myself in and blasted a wad into her after only a dozen strokes.

Ehlonna smiled. “There, disaster averted. We’ll see you in a couple days. It’s 7:30pm, so you have 12 hours. The girls need to leave for their first class at 7:30 in the morning. Have fun.” She and her sister smiled and held hands as they left.

As I pulled out, I said, “Thanks, Wanda. You’re a life safer!” I kissed her on the cheek. She took a baby wipe from her purse and started to clean herself, as she quietly told me, “You’re supposed to love the blonde in the middle. I’m just here for fucking. They pay me either way.”

“Still, thank you.”

She yawned and asked, “Can I sleep in one of these bedrooms? Somebody kept me up late last night. A couple of blonde somebodies who left a minute ago.” She winked.

“Sure, take the guest room on the right.”

“Just wake me up if you want more. Or don’t wake me up, and do me anyway.” She smiled as she laid on the bed.

I walked back to the girls on the sofa, and Leandra said, “We should get to know each other. What do you like to do?”

I answered, “Sex, and making lots of money.”

Her next question was simple but made me think very hard. “Anything else? There has to be something you do just for fun?”

“Ahhh…”

She asked, “What was the last thing you enjoyed that wasn’t about sex or money?”

“Um … I had Cornish hen with rice and vegetables for dinner.”

“Food doesn’t count. Do you have any hobbies, anything you like to watch on TV?”

“I don’t watch TV, I’m too busy. I … I don’t remember anything else fun. It’s been a LONG time.”

She pointed a finger at me and got a stern look on her face. “Mr. Larry Tomkins, you are in DESPERATE need of a happiness transplant.” She leaned over and blew a raspberry on my cheek, then tickled me.

I laughed and hugged her, then kissed her on the lips.

She smiled and kissed me back briefly. “I prescribe one Ditzie Day. We need a Ditzie Dash, girls.” The other two cheered.

I wondered aloud, “What’s a ditzie dash?”

“It’s like a munchie run, except we get some silly and stupid things to cheer us up. We usually get cake and some junk food too.”

I said, “Sounds good, let’s go.”

Two hours later we returned from several stores and a gas station with a random assortment of … junk. There was no better word for it. Sherry wore an enormous pair of sunglasses and an inner tube with a unicorn head on it, which was intended for swimming pools. Shannon had on a dozen Mardis Gras necklaces, a plastic princess tiara meant for kindergartners, and waved a plastic wand with a star on the end of it. Leandra wore a hard hat, like construction workers, a blue cookie monster sweatshirt, and a frilly pink ballerina skirt over her jeans. She had convinced me to get a hat that was mostly yarn and old beer cans. She also got me a yellow rubber duckie, which she put on a string to make it a necklace.

Our other ‘prizes’ were a cheap box of red wine, a small birthday cake, and several bags of salty snacks.

Leandra said, “Nobody open any food or drinks yet. Do we have the sacred Ditzy movies?”

Shannon held them up. “Yup, ‘Dumb and Dumber’ and ‘Weekend at Bernies’.”

Leandra ordered, “Start up Bernie, and get your glitter.”

As the movie started, I wondered aloud, “Glitter?”

The three stood up with handfuls of glitter and slowly turned in circles while they blew the multi-colored metallic powder all over the place. Leandra said, “I declare Ditzy Day open!”

They threw the last of the glitter upwards, getting it all over our hair and clothes.

I was getting frustrated with the 18-year-olds acting like preschoolers. I also hated anything being dirty or disorganized. I objected loudly, “Why are you making a huge mess!”

Leandra sweetly replied, “There are sparkles and pretty colors everywhere. It looks like a fun place now. Is it hurting anybody?”

“Well…”

She kissed the tip of my nose. “You need to live a little.” She handed me a small container of glitter.

I shrugged mentally and said, “Why not?” I poured it in my hand and blew glitter around the room.

They cheered again and Sherry said, “Speaking of dumber, pass out the wine. Do you have any cigarettes, Shannon?”

Shannon handed one to each of the other girls. “Sure. My brother’s nerdy college friends buy ‘em for me. All I need to do is show them my boobs.”

I saw Leandra filling small foam cups with the cheap wine. I was about to tell them not to smoke, but figured, “Why not?” I brought out a ceramic bowl as an ashtray. I watched them sucking their cigarettes, and was reminded of them sucking my penis only a few hours before.

Sherry said, “The last two things about Ditzy Day are eating the cake, and the Ditzy Drop. You can only eat the cake using chips or your mouth. No utensils or fingers. When you finish a drink, you have to drop a piece of clothing, that’s the Ditzy Drop.”

Shannon and Leandra demonstrated the cake rule by scooping up some frosting with tortilla chips. I tried it, and the flavor was … strange, but less terrible than I expected.

I finished my cup of awful wine first and took off a sock. The girls weren’t impressed. “BOO! LAME! Chicken!”

Shannon took off her pants when she finished her first drink. Leandra topped her by taking off her bra without removing her sweatshirt. She hung it around my neck and stuck her tongue in my ear. It felt very weird, but sexy in an odd way.

We watched most of the ridiculous movie and laughed quite a bit. By the end, each of us had consumed about four more glasses worth of wine. The only clothing any of us still wore was the hard hat on Leandra’s head, the rubber ducky around my neck, and the panties the girls still had on.

Leandra returned from the bathroom with Sherry and sat between her and Shannon. She said, “I love you two. You’re my breast friends.” She kissed each one on a nipple, then giggled madly. She clued me in. “Sherry and Shannon are lesbians, at least mostly. I know I love girls, but I haven’t done much with guys yet.” She pointed to my bare privates and smiled naughtily. “Get that monster over here and try to convince me.”

Sherry held a hand over Leandra’s crotch and said, “Whoa! Whoa! You need to stay a virgin! Did you forget already?”

She frowned, “No, but I want to.”

Shannon reminded us, “Before the end of the date, she’s supposed to do anal with him.” She reached for my cock and started stroking it. After a couple minutes with no reaction, she joked, “Saved by whiskey dick! She doesn’t have to take it up her butt tonight.”

I knew it wasn’t the alcohol, it was sexual exhaustion. I hadn’t climaxed four times in an evening in years. The girls laughed, and I blushed in shame. Leandra kissed my cheek and said, “It’s okay, we still like you. Next time.”

I helped the three of them into a bed in a guest room, then half-crawled to my own. As I started to fall asleep, I realized I hadn’t fucked any of the three but still had a great time.

–

I woke up feeling something warm and wonderful on my penis. As I pried my eyes open, I saw Leandra giving me a blowjob, and her friends Shannon and Sherry sitting on the edge of the bed nude. Sherry said, “He’s up, in both ways.”

Shannon said, “She felt bad about not doing anal with you last night, so she wants to make it up to you. You need to hurry and cum, though. We have to leave for class.” I saw Sherry was smearing lube on Leandra’s butt.

Sherry rubbed lube on my penis as Leandra stood and asked, “So, can you do it in ten minutes?”

“Bend over.”

The other girls moved a couple of pillows for her to get the height right, and I slowly slid into my fiancée’s tight anus. It felt great, even better than her aunt’s. “Mmmmm! So good! If it hurts, tell me and I’ll stop.”

“Uhhh! No, it’s okay. Give me about ten slow strokes, then you need to hurry up and cum.”

“Rub your pussy. I want you to feel good too.”

Shannon reached between the pillows and Leandra’s vulva. “I got it. Kiss her, Sherry.”

I stroked in and out of my fiancée’s butt, slowly at first. I gradually increased the speed, savoring the wonderful, warm, squishy naughtiness.

She moaned, “Oooh, nice. I like it, but you need to hurry.”

I picked up to nearly jackhammer speed and intensity, and blasted a load into her colon after another minute or so. “URRRRGH! YEAH! SO GOOD!” I felt Shannon’s fingers drive her to orgasm as my cock stopped pumping.

“AIEEEE! EEH! EEH! UH! AAAAH!”

Sherry grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom and cleaned us up as Shannon handed a small butt plug to Leandra. She slid it into her bottom and said, “I want to feel you in me as long as I can. Thank you, Larry. That was great! Mom says that real sex is even better. If it is, I know I’m going to love you! I’ll see you in a few days.” She kissed me and licked my lips, until Sherry handed her a pair of panties.

“I had a great time too! Thank you, Leandra. Thanks to all of you!”

Shannon tugged her hand and said, “We had fun, but we gotta go!”

Half an hour later, a redheaded young man and two women with scarlet hair knocked at my door. The older one said, “Breakfast and entertainment, as ordered. Your entertainment today is helping me teach my daughter and son about sex. Both are virgins and want to try everything. She’s 19, and he’s 18.”

I was curious. “They’re really virgins, and brother and sister? Or just pretend?”

“Real as can be.”

“And you’re really their mother?”

“Does it matter?”

I chuckled. “No, but I need some food and a rest first.”

“Sure! We have all day, and all night. If you want us to give you babies, we can come back once in a while until we’re pregnant.” She smiled as she lifted the front of her skirt, showing me her pussy was as bald as a cue ball. “Want to knock me up, you big stud?”

“Let’s see how it goes today. After breakfast let me sleep two hours, then wake me up with a blowjob.”

I had one of my favorite meals, eggs Benedict with pomegranate juice. I laid down for a nap and smiled, watching the brother and sister kiss.

I woke with my penis between two pairs of lips, as the ‘mother’ encouraged and gave instructions to them. They stroked, licked, and sucked me until they shared a dose of my semen. As I waited for my groin to recover, I played with the girl’s body, feeling her ass, her breasts, and then her little vagina. I looked inside her and saw an arousing pink hymen. I moved a little closer and tasted it, before flipping her over and doing the same to her asshole. I was glad she was clean and tasty. She must have used an enema recently.

I should have when they arrived, but I asked, “What are your names?”

The girl said, “Don’t laugh. I’m Jill, and my brother is Jack.”

I partially restrained a chuckle, then said, “Jilling and Jacking off sound like fun things to watch. How about you teach them, Mom?”

“My name is Rose, and they already know how. Show him.”

Viewing their masturbation session quickly put some rigidity back into my rod. I was more than happy to play with the girl’s little breasts as I took her virginity. Jill aroused me quite a bit by begging, “Faster, Daddy! Please!” After I unloaded in her tight virginal twat, I enjoyed watching her brother get sloppy seconds.

They played with Rose’s body and repeatedly mumbled, “Yes, Mommy” and “So good, Mommy” as she masturbated both to another climax. She took a bottle of lube from her purse and taught both to ride me with their tight, smooth, young asses. I’d never done anything sexual with a male before that morning. I decided I greatly preferred looking at and kissing females, but anal was great with either.

I was in an experimental mood and tried 69 with both, then let Jack lube up my backside and stuff it. I decided having a small cock in my butt while a woman sucked me off was oddly nice, but I wasn’t a fan of having one in my mouth.

I went in my home office and did at least half a day’s work, then returned to the bedroom with the three after supper. I bashfully admitted, “I really liked hearing ‘Daddy’ while I screwed her. Would you call me ‘Daddy’ again?”

Jill kissed me, then pulled off her t-shirt asking, “Please make love to me again, Daddy?”

I slid into her doggy style as she kept asking, “Fuck me, Daddy! Please, Daddy? Faster Daddy!”

I went off quickly, then moved my rod to her anus. “Yes, Daddy! Please do my dirty butt, Daddy!”

She laid on her belly and I instructed, “Get me good and slippery, and do my butt too, Jack.”

As he slid into me, I entered his sister’s butthole again. “Mmmmm! Very strange, but I like this.”

I fell asleep once we got off. I was embarrassed about it but oddly enjoyed being the meat in our anal sandwich.

I woke with beautiful and chesty blonde Marissa stroking my dick. I noticed she was nude as she explained, “The fuck family had to leave, but more fun is waiting for you at the office. It’s 7:15 and your first meeting is at nine. Let’s get a shower.”

“I need to pee.”

A naughty look appeared on her face as she said, “You can piss on me in the shower. I’ll pee on you too, if you like?”

I jumped out of bed. “Please!”

We practically sprinted the eight steps to the bathroom and she quickly turned the water on. She reminded me, “None of us will swallow pee or take poop in our mouths, but just about anything else is fine.”

“Sit on the shower floor. I want to piss on those big tits!” I sprayed her nipples until I was empty and halfway hard.

She stood and asked, “Where do you want it?”

I sat and looked up at her pretty pussy. “Aim for my dick.” I stroked it slowly as her stream of urine splashed on my abdomen, then moved to my excited groin. I commented, “Kind of nice, I like that.”

“Maybe the girls and I can throw you a pee party sometime?”

I smiled. “Hmmm. I don’t think I’d mind.” I stood and said, “Bend over. I want to do you from behind and wash those beautiful boobs.”

“I will if you really want, but we have a special surprise for you today. I think you should save it an hour or so.”

I was giving her and her sister a one-month trial as my ‘Entertainment Coordinators’. They’d arranged some very sexy entertainment for me thus far, so I respected her judgement. “Okay, you’re the sexpert. Let’s wash and get dressed.”

–

As I was about to exit the limo at my company’s headquarters, pretty blonde Marissa handed me a very long trench coat. I asked, “What’s this for? The weather is great.”

She just giggled and said, “You’ll need it until you reach the conference room. Trust me.”

I reluctantly put it on, then she and I led a small cluster of security people inside. As I stepped in the elevator I bumped into something. Correction, somebody. A high-pitched female voice exclaimed, “Hey! Watch it!” I didn’t see anyone in front of me until I looked down. I hadn’t noticed the two tiny ladies already in the elevator, one blonde and the other a brunette. My belt buckle was the height of the blonde’s chin and the top of the shorter one’s head!

“Sorry! I didn’t see you.”

As the doors closed the blonde said, “It’s okay. Let’s unzip those pants.” She stepped inside my trench coat, opened my fly, and started making my cock happy with her mouth.

Marissa introduced us, “Mister Larry Tomkins, meet Teri and Immi. With the coat, they can blow you anywhere and nobody will know.”

I worriedly asked, “They’re 18, right? I don’t want any trouble.”

Marissa giggled. “They’re little people, with dwarfism. Teri is 19 years’ old and only four feet tall. Immi is 24, and exactly a meter and 19 kilos, three foot three and forty pounds! She doesn’t know English, just three languages they use in Indonesia. I put a translator app on your phone, but I don’t think she’ll do much talking. Hehehe!”

I was utterly astounded! Teri was an adult woman the height of an average 9-year-old, and the other girl was even smaller yet!

Marissa said, “Immi is so small and light you can lift her up and down and pump her tight little slit like a pocket pussy! Hehehe! But today she’ll stay here and use her pretty mouth instead. Your first meeting is in twelve minutes, so hurry up and finish.”

Immi looked like a typical Hawaiian or Filipino woman, just much, much smaller. She reached up and wrapped her hand around my thumb with a smile on her face. I noticed her hand was only a third the size of mine as I smiled back at her.

I felt fingers pumping the shaft of my cock and a tongue licking the head. “Mmmmm! Teri, that’s so good!” We rode the elevator all the way to the top, then back down to the lobby. I was close to cumming when there was a loud, “DING!” Immi quickly took Teri’s place inside my trench coat, standing on my shoes, with the head of my cock in her mouth.

Five other people got in the elevator as Marissa and Teri walked out. As the doors started to close, Marissa called out, “We’ll see you at your place tonight.” The elevator lifted again, and I stayed silent and still as a climax hit me. It felt great to pump sperm into Immi’s mouth with the people around us unaware.

As I slowly walked down the hall, with Immi hugging my thighs and standing on my feet, I wondered what I would do to conceal her the rest of the day. I was pleased Marissa had planned for that too. There was a cloth which touched the floor, spread over the conference room table. I took my usual seat and Immi sat out of sight between my ankles. Contract and accounting meetings were FAR less boring than usual, with her licking and playing with my rod on and off all day! I’d never even whacked off in a bathroom at work before, let alone gotten hours’ worth of blowjobs and cum three times!

When I got home that night I was surprised at the crowd and the pair of beds in the middle of my living room. My fiancée Leandra looked sad as she told me, “I have bad news for you, Larry. I’m sorry to tell you that tonight you can’t have any sex. You and Jack need to sit on the couch and jerk each other off, because it’s Lesbian Orgy night.” She pushed me toward the sofa and smiled, then turned on some dance music.

I looked around the room and saw most of the ten women I’d been with in the past week, my sexy blonde Entertainment Coordinators Ehlonna and Marissa, Leandra’s ‘breast friends’ Sherry and Shannon, Jack’s sister Jill, their pretend mother Rose, little ladies Teri and Immi. Most were already drunk and kissed or slowly undressed while they danced.

As I wondered where Wanda was, a young and very pretty redhead introduced herself. “I’m Marie, Wanda’s daughter. I’m taking over as your Emergency Pussy Assistant, since I turned 18 yesterday. I don’t like blowjobs or anal, but after tonight you can use this any time you want.” She sat on the bed, raised her skirt, and spread her labia with her fingers. I was more than pleased to see a hymen! She was a virgin! A beautiful redheaded virgin! She licked my lower lip and my involuntary smile was so intense my cheeks hurt. I told her, “Great! Welcome to my home!”

Jack sat on the couch next to me and commented, “Holy hair pie, this is hot!” I nodded and laughed. His sister and my fiancée were eating each other out next to Marissa, who was getting double-fisted by midgets Teri and Immi!

I patted Jack’s back heartily. “I couldn’t agree more! Holy hair pie, indeed!”

The lesbian orgy went on and on. Ehlonna laid on her back and told me, “Watch me lick my niece’s little pussy. Don’t you just wish you could fuck it?”

I well and truly did! The slim but shapely blonde’s ass and vulva were extremely enticing! She straddled her beautiful aunt’s face and moaned, as a wet pink tongue started licking her labia. “Oooh! Auntie! So nice!”

Her mother Marissa walked over to me, then leaned down and licked my lips. “By your eyes bulging out and the massive boner between your legs, I can tell you want her. Just tonight, we’re offering you a package deal. Aren’t my daughter’s friends super hot, licking each other’s pretty little hymens. If you accept our deal tonight, you can have all of their virginities, plus sexy little Marie’s. Just imagine how hot it will be, fucking four young beauties and popping their cherries on your honeymoon. What do you say, Larry? Is it a deal?”

It was the most difficult decision of my life. I wanted that more than I’d ever wanted anything, but agreeing would cost me billions of dollars long-term. Billions! With a ‘B’!

“I ah … I…” Thinking quickly, I turned to my left and instructed, “Lube up and ride me, Jack! Quick!”

As the handsome young man slowly sat in my lap, I slid my iron-hard rod into his tight butt. I’m not attracted to males much, but he was there and willing. He started bouncing in my lap as Marissa improved her offer, making it totally unfair. “They’re both over 18, but if you agree tonight, Jack and Jill will let you adopt them, and they’ll call you ‘Daddy’ any time you have sex.” I was distracted by redheaded Shannon giving exquisite blonde Leandra a rimjob. Shannon’s tongue licked around the outside of her anus, then plunged into it.

“So will my sister’s twins, Connie and Bonnie. They’ve never had a real father and turn 19 next month. Aren’t they great?” She showed me a picture and I nodded. The shapely brunettes were movie star attractive. “Don’t you want to screw a gorgeous pair of teen twins, while they play with each other’s big tits and call you ‘Daddy’?”

My brain was overloaded trying to decide. What was a small fraction of my wealth, compared to more erotic pleasure than I’d ever imagined? I liked the smirk on Leandra’s face as she turned to look at me, but knew I’d been defeated. I had no choice. I erupted in Jack’s rectum as I agreed, “PLEASE! Deal! Let me marry her!”

Lovely blonde Leandra smiled, then replied, “I didn’t expect you to propose while you were in somebody else’s ass! But I guess. Okay, I’ll marry you.”

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Clarice’s boundaries are pushed more and she questions herself and her actions after she received a warning

Clarice’s second day away part 4

We were in the car and Bob comforted me, and made sure l will never go to the club again. He added not to worry as l will not set foot back in there. But will he in the future? Nevertheless l was relieved. What is the next step? Where is he bringing me?

“I am bringing you to a club, but we will have a private suite. It will be you and me. No funny business, no other tons of other guys… unless you want to… just you and me. It is all your decision in the end. You will never, NEVER, do something that you do not want to do. And l will always be there for you, and make sure that YOU are happy.”

Those words were comforting. This day has been… odd. As much as yesterday pure ecstasy, today is a mixture of pushing the barriers and nervousness. But Bob is pushing my barriers. Although l do love him and have total confidence in him, those barriers are pushed beyond the ‘normal’ for a girl my age. Heck, a girl my age shouldn’t even have sex, and if she does, it wouldn’t be with guys my dad’s age.

“We are here.” he says, as he climbs out of the car and opens my door. We go to the main door, and l was shaking a little. He comforted me saying everything will be okay. We go in and it is dark, with barely lights. There is a guy waiting at the door. Bob goes to see him. I can see he is giving him money. Probably paying my way in because l shouldn’t be in a place with alcohol. The man guides us and we follow. I can hear soft rock music playing as l was walking.

The man unlocks a door and it’s a lounge. Beautiful couches. Mirrors. Low lighting, and a big post in the middle, to which l knew exactly why it was there. We sat and Bob orders a drink. He asks me if l want anything. I never had alcohol before. I might have a coke. Maybe with something in it? He gestures to the guy ‘just a little’.

“I come here often. This is one of my favourite getaway places. What you see here, nobody else knows about. So keep it a secret.” This gesture made me feel so much better. Even though l was young, l knew this was a strip joint. But l am actually curious at what l might see. The lounges are on the second floor, so you sort of look down to the performers. Show will start soon. Drinks arrived. I had a sip of what is a rum and coke. I chocked. Bob laughed. Although it’s strong, l liked the taste. Bob told me to slow down and take small sips, snd not chug it down. He doesn’t want me to be sick tomorrow. Then he says…

“I know you like girls. I saw you with your friend how look at each other and talk to each other. Tell me your impressions of the girls who will be on stage…” l was okay with that. Yeah l do like girls, but l only have been with Sara. The rest was tv stuff.

First girl was name Desiree. How cliché. It was a cute blonde with a small frame, and obviously fake boobs. She dances well. Face looks okay, but boobs are a turn off. Bob laughed.

Second girl was Candice (close to my name). Tall skinny redhead. Great long beautiful legs. Quite stunning. She doesn’t dance well though as she mostly stretches her long leg to make herself attractive.

Third girl was Stephanie. A nice curvy brunette. Great body. Performance was sublime. Good set of tits, real tits. The way she moves is very sexy. Very desirable. She actually made me wet.

Fourth girl was Diane (just like Quark’s wife). I mentioned that to Bob, he laughed. A curvier blonde. Dances okay, but men loved her because she was very flirty.

Fifth girl was Jessica, young looking girl, very petite (almost like me), brown curly hair. Men REALLY loved her. She mostly crawled on all fours.

Then a paused.

I turned back to Bob.

“So… do you have a favourite between those fives?”

I had to go with Stephanie. There was just ‘something’ about her. Bob heard me and took a phone from somewhere, and said “Can you send Stephanie for a little while?”

I was shocked. Will this gorgeous woman come over and spend time with us? Bob told me yes. He will pay for whatever l want and need (whatever that means).

The girl comes in wearing the smallest bikini ever. She sees me.

“Oh, will l have someone else watching me with you?” talking to Bob but looking at me.

“Actually, you are here for her, and l will be the one watching.” She was a little surprised. I was floored! What in the world should l do? “It’s an all included.” Bob adds. Once again, whatever does that means?

Bob looks at me and say “An all included is you do whatever you want and she does whatever she wants. You can both say ‘no’ at any time and you have to respect each other.”

My body was stiff, and l was super nervous. Steph told me to sit back snd relax. So l tried to do that. Steph told me l was very very beautiful and she will be glad to provide me with anything l desire. Now my mind was starting to make images.

Music started as the girl was twirling on the post in the middle of the room. Her face was stunning. She was beautiful with puffy lips and big eyes. She couldn’t be older than 25. She would crouch and get back up with her ass poking out. Then the bikini top went off, and huge breasts popped out. I was too stunned to do anything so l just looked. She would rub them together, squeeze them, pinch her nipples. Suddenly. I wanted to do that to her. Then the lower part of the bikini came off. She had a nice set of puffy lower lips. All shaved. That thing looked delicious. She would open the lips so l can get a good view of her pinkish area. Very lovely. Then her hips would trust. She was so sexy and so beautiful. I looked at Bob, he was jerking off. Is it okay to touch ourselves? I really want to touch myself, touch HER too! But l was afraid to do anything!

Then she would slide herself over me, bringing her face right next to mine. She smelled terrific! She whispered in my ear “You are gorgeous. You can touch yourself like your friend there…” but l was too stunned to do anything. So she leaned back and did some more suggestive moves. Bob stopped touching himself and just watched us. Then Steph turned around and laid her back on me. Then she grabbed my hands and brought them to her breasts. The moment my hands were there, l squeezed them like crazy and my stress was relieved. So soft snd comfy. So round. My hands were having more than enough to have fun with. She then got back up and turned around. She came really close to my face.

“What’s your name sweetheart, and how old are ya?” She smelled really good. She smelled like hot flesh.

“My niece’s name is Clarice and she just turned 18, last week.”, Bob answered.

“Oh a little fresh one…” she adds. She put a hand on my cheek, and then she puts her lips on my upper neck. The wetness in my vagina exploded. I moaned super loudly and my head jolted backwards. She continued. My hand held the one on my face, the other one on the other arm. Her lips was exploring my neck. My panties were quickly getting moist.

“I like girls too…” she adds. “… and you are exactly the type l go for.” And then we kissed. And kissed some more. I was giving in and enjoying this. Steph was making me hot. My hands went to her breasts again. And then both arms were around her as l hold her closer so our tongues could wrestle together. Then the kissing stopped and l just dove my eyes into hers. She stared back. I held her face, her hands were on the couch.

“Unzip me…” l told this lady. So she did. I exposed my breasts to her and she grabbed them. Pinched the nip too sometimes.

“Oh… such cuties…” she adds. Then her tongue worked on my nipples. I was pulling the rest off of me when she decided to help. “What do you want me to do to you?”

“Whatever you wish…”, l responded.

So she slowly spread my legs and put her head between them. Her hot breath on my wet area was an exciting delight. And once her lips touched those lips. My body went into a small convulsing orgasm.

“Wow sweetheart. It doesn’t take much to make you cum..” she says before going back into eating me out.

She spread the area open and went for more. Goodness gracious she is going to make me cum again. And she did. Minutes later l hit another orgasm. I was more or less conscious of what was going on around me. My body collapsed after this second orgasm. She looked st me while wiping her chin.

“You my dear, are making me hot.” she says.

“You should finger her, if you are lucky, you will make her squirt.” Bob adds.

“What a weird information for an uncle to know…” was her reply while looking at him. Bob explained he is not really my uncle, but a friend of my dad. She still gave him a weird look. Afterwards, she put her head again between my legs and started licking me once more. I can feel the tip of her tongue circling my clit. She glued my thighs around her head. She went deeper. This was ecstatic! My hand was in her hair, grabbing it, while l pushed my hips towards her face. As l did that, l felt fingers go in me and rubbing the insides. I could feel myself cumming again, but l did not want to come yet. I looked around. I saw Bob jerking off at our view. I signaled him to come over. He did. I pulled him closer as l held his dick, and l shoved his thing in my mouth. I was blowing him hard, but l was aggressive in response of what Stephanie was giving me. Her fingers went quicker and faster. My body was cramping up! Suddenly l had no interest in Bob, only to what is about to happen. My hips jumped in the air as my legs were extended. Steph readjusted and continued. This is going to be volcanic! Everything went black. All l knew is what l felt. I went into total convulsions. I could feel myself jump everywhere. I knew juices were coming out but l couldn’t see. I was trying to hold on to what l could hold on to, but no success. I rolled off the couch and hit the floor. I was on my stomach. I felt my ass jumping up and down. I felt my legs vibrating. Am l even breathing? My body was finally starting to come down. I could feel more juices coming out of me. I was finally catching my breath. Or should l say starting to catch my breath. I was able to see around me. Bob was all smiling. I turned my head around and saw Steph wiping herself with a towel. Face, chest, stomach… l was breathing hard still when l saw splashes of liquid everywhere. The only thing l could say was “… the mess…”

“Oh don’t worry about that,” sais Stephanie, “we have a cleaning crew for that. Damn girl… you are something else, you know. I have never seen anything like this. You came all over me.”

I was now on my back. “… sorry…”

“Oh don’t be sorry sweetheart, you are one hot chick!”

I manage to get back up and went to her. I started kissing her on the mouth. She manage to say between kisses “Normally we are not supposed to kiss, but you are my exception” then she kissed back. I had a good grab of her breast. And then l looked at her and said “now l want to be the one eating you out.”

She lied backwards, looked at me, and said “Girl, l would be happy to give you my vagina.” And she opened her legs for me. I dove in like an Olympic champion. Not only was her slit thick, but it was warm and smelled inviting. This is exactly where l want to be right now. I was kissing it all over. Like French kissing her privates. Then her fingers spread them apart. The aroma from the area spelled ‘l want you’. Her vagina was ten times more inviting than Sara’s. It felt like l was under a spell. My tongue traveled around the hole, then slid on the left side, then the right. Then l would close my lips on the area. Then l would stretch it apart with those same lips and let my tongue taste the elixir of this woman. Then l would bring it up to her clit, to which l would slowly discover every little areas of her pleasure zone. I could eat her for hours and be totally comfortable with it. And that’s what l wanted to do. I could hear her moan more and more.

“Sweetheart… you’re good…” she said to me. But l didn’t care. I just wanted to feed myself with the food given to me. I put my arms and hands around her beautiful strong legs. I let my hands travel her torso and body. I cupped her huge breasts. Then my hands went to her back. I could feel her hair ticking the outside on my fingers. Then the hands went downwards, caressing her lustrous hips, and finishing on her butt cheeks, that were sticking out because she was sitting down. All that while my head was still between her legs.

She held my hair and rubbed herself on my face. I let my tongue go slightly inside her. She was getting wet, and l could taste her. The area was warmer and more hot. Her taste was wonderful. I could go on for hours like this. I am loving this! I am loving being with her like this! I want to do this forever!

“Lie on your back and bring your knees up”, l tell her.

“Oh l like your dominant side…”, she replied. “So cute and innocent, but when comes the time, she knows what she want.” Yeah, and that’s you!

She obliged. I went face down into her once more. She was moaning loudly now. I took a peek at her and l could see between her breasts that her eyes were closed. Now dear, my turn to finger you. And l shove two fingers into her. I could feel her vagina gripping on them.

“Yeah baby, finger me sweetheart.” And that’s what l was doing. Her hips were starting to jump a little. I decided to go a little harder. I played her clit with my thumb, then with my tongue while still having fingers in her. Her head went back. Her pussy tightened. Then relaxed. “You just made me cum, sweetheart. I haven’t had that in a while.” That made me happy. I smiled and continued. I pushed her legs a little further back and l put my tongue around the butthole, while still fingering her. Then l tried to slid my tongue in the ass, as far as l could go. She came harder this time.

Suddenly l felt a hand on my ass and a cock sliding into me. I knew it was Bob. I crisped. But then l relaxed and continued my performance on the performer. Then she turned around and she got on all fours. I shoved my face in her ass. My tongue went for the hole again while l had a cock in me on the other end. Then l decided to put one finger in there, then two, then three. I tried for four but that was pushing it. Bob decided it was time to fuck my ass, but l could care less as my concentration was on her. She came again. Then she got up and sat on the couch while Bob was holding my hips and screwing me anally. Steph was admiring the view.

“I guess your ‘uncle’ felt left out.” she said with a laugh.

Bob was pounding my ass hard. I was rubbing my clit and had another orgasm. My moans excited him as he came in me also. Then l just collapsed on the floor as he sat on the other end of the couch. Both him and Stephanie were admiring me. I turned myself on my back and looked at them. Bob asked “is there anything else you want, Clarice?”

Then Steph suggested the following to me. “How about some cuddles just you and l.” That was a great suggestion as l wanted to be close to the woman who made me feel do much. So l agreed.

Bob was sure l was good with it, and then got dressed and said that he will be in the lobby. Once done, Steph will go downstairs and tell him she is out and he can come back up. We all agreed. The door closed and Stephanie went to s drawer (they had drawers?) and took out a blanket, and then came over to lie down next to me. I reached for her and started making out. There was something mesmerizing about this woman that turned me on. She kissed me a little then asked me to stop for s minute to talk.

“How are you doing, Clarice? I am assuming it’s your real name. Are you in danger? Do you need any help?”

I was a little surprised by the question. She saw i, because she came back with “l mean, older guy, younger girl, sexual stuff, sex places… l just want to be sure you are okay and not caught in something you cannot get out of. Because if you do, l can help you.”

I had to reassure her that Bob was a friend of the family that l happen to fuck. There is nothing against my will (if you exclude the club earlier).

“Okay…” she replies. “You look awful young for a girl that is having this type of sexual life.” I made her swear not to say anything but l revealed to her my real age. She was not surprised.

“Listen, l started like you. Falling for an older guy, we end up being together, then he would take me places, share me with other men, and five years later, l am stripping, and also fucking on the side. And every time l see a young girl here, l always reach out.”

I did the math. If she is 21 now, she was 16 when she got caught into this? I feel sad for her now.,,

“No, l am actually 17 now. But don’t say anything. No one knows.” My jaw dropped. I wanted to cry. “Just be careful. The guy might love you and care for you, but he is also grooming you. Maybe unintentionally, but he is still doing it. Go home when you have the chance and no more getaways.”

She sounded like a mom looking out for me. Come to think of it, she sounded more like my mom than my mom. I held her close, as l love this… girl. She is also very comfy. But l knew l will never see her again after tonight.

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Clarice’s second day away part 5

Me and Bob were returning to the hotel, but the words of Steph kept coming back in my head. ‘He is unintentionally grooming you…’ and it was scary. Then l started to think. I had three strangers have sex with me today. Three guys l never met before, and never will again. I had other guys looking at me and undressing me with their eyes. I started to feel weird. But l had to get through this.

Bob gave me good sex this weekend, but it was starting to feel different as the day went by. I did not have an orgasm with him today, even though there was multiple occasions that could have happened. What l got was a few with my own personal help, and others from a girl. Now l will probably have to give myself to him again tonight, and probably tomorrow. But l will do it because now it’s what l have to do. I want to be home already.

I was thinking all of this as he was driving with one hand, and fingering me with the other. I was spread out, and even though my mind was not totally into it, my pussy thought otherwise and was dripping. That thing has a mind of its own. I accepted the idea that once we get to our room, we will get together again. So l was preparing myself for it.

In the elevator up, he slid a hand in my underwear from the back and grabbed my butt. He slid a finger between my cheeks, travelling hole to hole. My body was starting to react positively to his touch. Even though my mind is elsewhere, my body is giving me pleasure. I might as well enjoy it, l could still feel the wetness there.

“You have the most perfect ass, Clarice”, he tells me before we hear the ding that tells us we are on our floor. He pulls out his hand from my underwear and we walk out of the elevator. As we are walking down the hallway, l stopped to a door. I can hear a couple doing each other in that room. There is one deeper, rougher voice, and then there is a higher pitch, almost younger, voice. There were really going at it. If you listen closely, you could hear the bed squeak. From time to time, you could hear them talk during the act, but l couldn’t discern what were the words mentioned. I was getting turned on by this. After a while, the sounds stopped. So we walked back towards out room. Then l heard a door opened. It was that room. A young girl came out, completely nude, with a bucket, going to the ice machine. She was smaller in size and stature as l was. As she was about to close the door behind her, l could hear the guy said “fill it to the top!”, and her to respond “yeah, dad” to eventually close that door.

Bob unlocked our door and we went in. Even though what l have just witnessed and assumed was totally weird, l was strangely aroused by it. This father and daughter duo are doing each other? For how long? How did it start? I was getting myself worked up, and probably that’s what l needed because as soon as our door closed, l turned around and went for Bob’s pants. The part of me thinking slept away while the wild side of me has risen. Suddenly l was bursting with horniness. I wanted dick and l am about to get one.

I dropped to my knees and pulled the pants down. The thing peaked out. I did not even took it with my hand that my lips were already around it. I grabbed his ass and force my face in his pelvis repeatedly. It got hard in my mouth. I love when that happens. I took it out and aggressively licked the shaft from top to bottom and back. I started sucking on the balls and passing my tongue on his hairy sack while holding it with my hand. I licked it back to the tip and started blowing Bob again. He loved it! I loved it too. I was enjoying having his stiff cock between my lips and up my cheeks. He took his shirt off, and then his pants. He also undressed me while l was still kneeling on the floor. Then he picked me up and threw me on the bed like a rag doll. I barely landed that he was trying to climb between my legs already. He opened my legs up and l could feel his tip lining up with my entrance. I put my hands down there and spread my lips opened. And l told him…

“You put me in so much sexual positions and scenarios today, but you never truly had your chance with me, except for a quickie this morning. Now take me! Take me hard! I want to shiver on your cock!”

“That’s what you want?” he answers back. “That’s what you will get and what you deserve!”

He aimed his dick, shoved it hard and quickly in me. My body was in a strange mixture of pain and pleasure. He took my thighs and lifted my bum off the bed, and started pounding me hard! My little ass was getting slapped by his hips. He held me up with one hand and grab my breast, quite hard, with his other hand. He pinched my nip. I was still mixed with pleasure and pain. But l was in my ‘beast mode’. I wanted sex, l wanted to cum, l wanted to be slutty.

“Fuck me, Bob! It might take a while before you get that chance again, so fuck me hard!” And he fucked me harder. I dropped back on the bed. I spread my legs as much apart as l could. His body was on top of me. My head barely peaked out from his shoulder. He was holding my shoulders, and continued pounding me. He was moaning louder. Is he coming already? No he stopped and pulled it out. He started to put his fingers in me and fingering me rapidly. He was slowly, but surely, hitting my g spot. I could feel the intensity growing. My body was getting tighter, muscles were crisping, l started to slowly black out (I am starting to know the routine and signs), and l just let myself explode. My body was convulsing. I couldn’t see anything, nor really feel anything else than the shivering throughout my body.

When l started to snap out of my orgasm zone, l realized l was face first in the bed, and Bob was taking me from the back, in my vagina. He was on top of me and pounding me hard! In that position, he was hitting my g spot again. This time my body did not wait that long. It convulsed again, and l was screaming loudly. If this room is as sound proof as the one l heard before, they know that l am getting it good. I was still shaking when l got picked up and brought to the couch. He sat down with me on top of him. I slid him in me. I rode him and made sure my body would slap his when l go down. He grabbed my ass. Even stuck a finger in there. He played with my clit. I exploded again. I came all over his dick. His pelvis area was wet. He did not came yet.

“Fuck me more…” l tell him.

He rolls me around on the couch, and l end up on my back. He is pounding me some more. And he is going quicker and faster. That guy is going to give me another orgasm. It was a smaller one though. But one nonetheless.

He picks me up and puts me now face first into the balcony window, no drapes. Everyone who looked into our direction would see us (but l do not think anyone was looking). He is still doing me hard. At that poing l don’t think l will have another orgasm, so l just enjoy the sex. My nipples are quite erect next to the cold panel glass. He slid it out of me. I turn around and kiss him, but not a gentle kiss, but a slutty kiss, with tongues and everything.

“Go on the floor…” l ask him, which he does. I go down and suck his dick some more, l am moaning while sucking. Then l sit on it, but l turn my back to him while l ride him. He holds me by my hips and keeps pushing me down.

“Man, that ass…” he says.

He picks me up and puts me in front of our numerous mirrors. He takes the lube and says to me.

“Look at you now. You were such a sweet little gentle girl. Now look at you, having sex with older men. Look at you being so sexual…” he slid fingers in my ass, l moaned. “Look at you, taking it like a pro, like the little slut you have become…”

He continued fingering my butt while l was asking myself ‘did l become a slut that enjoys sex?’ Then something bigger went in there. He pushed his penis in my little, supposedly perfect, ass. And he was pounding me hard, and l could see it all in the reflection of the mirror. I looked like a slut. Giving myself up like that. And me l was just there, just ‘taking’ it. Bob was moaning loudly and l could feel him getting bigger in my rectum. I slid it out of me and dropped to my knees. I took the load in my face… like the slut l am. I sucked off the last few drops as my face was covered with his semen. He dropped to his knees also, trying to catch his breath.

“You… are so wild… Clarice…” The only thing l could say was thank you. I went to the bathroom to clean my face off. I looked at myself in the mirror. I think l might have a problem. I shouldn’t act like this, being all slutty and sexual. But now, can l stop myself? I mean its my decision in the end, and my life. No one can stop me. But will those urges ruin me? That’s something to think about.

I came back to the room, Bob was already sleeping. Wow… that didn’t take long. I decided l will at least try the pool before l leave. I changed, left him a note (in case he wakes up), took the room key, and went out.

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I arrived at the pool and there were just a few people there. I went in the water. I was happy to see it was warm. I did not swim, l just walked around in there with the few people in it, and the others on lounge chairs. It is quite surprising to see how many people are in the pool area so late on a Saturday evening. I was expecting to be alone.

There was another young girl in the pool. I recognized the one that came out of the room naked earlier. But she recognized me first.

“Hey, l’ve seen you on our floor. You were going into a room with a guy while l was coming out of mine…”

We chit chatted for a while. She is two years younger than me. She is here with her father who is a salesman (like Bob, imagine). They often travel together. She pointed me to the guy. He was on one of the chairs. He looked serious for some reason. The girl, Rebecca was her name, said her dad doesn’t like it when she talks to other people (maybe because others might find out your screwing your daughter). The girl was sweet but kinda shy, even though she talked to me first.

Becky, short for Rebecca, asked me about my guy. I told her he was my uncle. She believed me. Told her he too was a salesman. But this is our first time travelling together. She adds…

“I… uh… heard… you while we were coming out to go downstairs. (Pause) You know… like you heard me?”

I did not know what to answer. It was a total shock. My hand went to my mouth in disbelief.

“It’s fine. It’s nice to know that l am not the only one.”

“Only one what?”, l dared ask.

“To be with a family member…”

Am l actually having THAT conversation? What am l suppose to do or say? I thought about Stephanie who looked out for me earlier…

“Do you need help? Are you okay?” I ask her.

“There is not much l can do since mama died. I live with him now.”

I was getting uncomfortable. I glared at the father, he was still looking at us but his eyes have changed. He is not as serious but definitely looking at us. A few people left.

“Is it… weird? I mean with your dad?”

“I love my dad. I make him happy. He is happy with me…”

“But are you happy?”

“I learned to be happy”, is what she said.

“Aren’t you afraid to get pregnant?”

“Oh no, he got operated a long time ago. And now we can just enjoy it without accidents. Do you enjoy your uncle?”

“Sometimes yes, sometimes no…” and that is now the truth.

“Yeah me too. I wish he wouldn’t come so quickly…”

Please don’t ask me to get into details, l am sure l lived much more crazy things than you. A few more people left the area. Dad was now in the pool coming towards us. It was only us three.

“Hello”, he says, “how are you?”

“Dad, this is Clarice, the girl from the room we heard on the way here?” I blushed.

He was a little shocked. Said l sounded like an older woman and not a teen. I can’t believe this is what l am hearing.

“So just like Becky, you are an active little lady, right?”

I guess l am. What are you getting at?

“Yeah the guy is her uncle!” Rebecca adds. “They are like you and me!” Becky was way too excited to announce this to her father.

“Oh really… maybe we should double date and swap.” Did he just say that?!? “I am sure my little Becky could make another man happy… and then you can make another guy happy…”

“Oh really?” Becky says. “You’d let me have a special moment with someone else? And you would let Clarice have a special moment with you?”

She turns her head towards me. “Do you want to have a special moment with my daddy?” Shut up! You’re not helping!

“I don’t think my uncle would like to have a… ‘special moment’… with someone else…” hoping to defuse this situation because now my mind is mixed with repulsiveness but my body is with excitement.

The dad goes on “Then maybe it could just be you and me…” l was never hit on so directly before. His intentions are so clear l do not know what to do. I spent the whole freaking day having sex. Will this continue?

“Oh Clarice, please do my daddy! That will make him so happy!”

Then the guy untied his bathing suit and took them off and threw them to the side of the pool. “C’mon, you know you are curious. You know you want it…”

A part of me did.

Then Becky grabbed it and asked me to look. “Isn’t it pretty?” she adds. She shakes it around, even jerks it off a little.

I am thorn between running out of there, or grabbing the old man’s cock. Shit! What can l do?

I sighed. “Stupid, son of a…” and grabbed it and started to give the guy a hand job in the pool. The guy moaned.

“Daddy loves it.” He better!

It was getting hard. If l was lucky, he would come quick. But Becky had other plans. She came behind me and pulled down the bottom part of the bikini.

“Here daddy, you can put it in here.” Becky said with such innocence in her voice. The guy turned me around. Might as well let him do me at this point. I slightly bent over and held onto the side of the pool. He slid it in me. And yes, he came quickly. Becky was all joy. She kept saying l made her daddy happy. After a few minutes, l took my stuff and went to my room.

I opened the door, Bob was still sleeping.

I pug my jammies on, covered him with the blankets, turned off the lights, and went to bed.

What a crazy day today was.

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“Private Show ”

By Blueheatt

__I have a great boyfriend I’m with. I love to turn him on. I always wanted something new to surprise him with. My best friend (Jan) and I decided to put on a …..well you’ll see…

In high school we noticed when girls would feel each other up the guys all got aroused. We envied them for getting all that male attention.

I’m Dana and my girlfriend is Jan. We had never felt each other up, but we did become curious about it. My boyfriend Stan was gone for the night and Jan was over to hang out with me. We made a plan to get Stan all horny. We’d do a ‘feel up’ show on each other for him. We were all excited but now to rehearse it first.

We put on long night gowns and nothing else. Jan had the bigger tits and I had the more shapely figure. We both had long hair. We first slow danced close and practiced some sexy feels on each other.

What we didn’t expect…… was to get ourselves all horny doing this. We were both first timers at doing this and it was becoming a real turn on.

Feeling another girls body was new and our hands trembled a little. We just hoped it would get Stan all horny. Stan wasn’t here for me to get the benefits of getting him all horny. I had the urge to stop…. but we just continued to ‘practice‘.

When Jan started feeling my tits as we rubbed our bodies together, I found my hand feeling her tits. I said: “This ought to get Stan all turned on.” Jan said: “Yes…it sure is getting me wet.”

…I realized I was wet too. I was getting hot as I held Jan real close….I found my hand on her tits and my lips wanting to kiss her….when she felt my pussy….I started breathing hard. I had never had another girl feel my body like she did….I closed my eyes and let my hands go… I was dizzy with good feeling….I kissed her…she was just waiting for me….our tongues went for each other ….breathing hard. I turned out the light and off came our nighties….we laid on the bed feeling all we had….the last word she said was: (…”..this is the ultimate”..) and she wrapped herself around me with savage kissing….
She got on top and started rubbing pussy’s….my legs went wide…our clits were rubbing which was giving me euphoria…mmmmmm…we held each other tight and pushed our vagina’s firm till….

…. I reached a high I can’t describe…we both yelled …ohhhhhhh…as it took over our body’s and we shook for a long time…oh yes oh yes …we just lay there …

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Saturday night I told Stan I and Jan had something special for him. That night we sat him on the couch….

Stan….

I wondered what these two girl were up to now.

I was doing some work at the high school when they came up and ask me if I had a girl friend.. I said: “I do now, you and you, to two are hottest girls in this school.” They giggled and blushed. We set up a place to meet late that afternoon. I went for Jan at first and we were soon making out behind a convince store. Dana stood guard for us and then I switched to Dana. She had a hot little body and we started meeting.

Now Dana and Jan are with me and they keep me very happy and horny all the time.

The girls came out fully dressed in the living room and started dancing with each other real sexy like. They started undressing each other in front of me. I was delighted watching their little sex show. They stopped when they were in bra and panties and left down the hall. Next they came back in long night gowns with nothing on underneath. They started in again. Feeling tits, rubbing butts and now pussys. I got a big tent in my shorts as they noticed. They turned the lights down to just one small lamp. They slowly took their night gowns off and continued rubbing their bodies and feeling each other up.

I could see they both made themselves all hot. I applauded and said: “Keep going ladies”. They looked at each other and went at it some more.

Dana and Jan said they had never done anything like that before, *but was interrupted by Jan who said: “Let’s all try it one time.” I said: “Yes, like those people in the porn videos, a threesome. Get a blanket Dana, and we’ll do it right here on the floor. I’ll be your threesome instructor.”

They both make a dash for the blanket and we all got on the floor. We all got totally naked and I told the girls not to hold back, that I wanted to see some hot girl sex. The low light helped them to let go with whatever turned them on. I whispered and told them to picture a threesome video we had all seen. The guy fucked two girls all night long. The two very young girls were beginners and the guy led them to rub their pussy’s together and then turn and lick their pussy while he took turns fucking them both. I directed them to….

Dana….

Jan and I were very excited about all of this. We just went along as Stan had us make out with each other. Feeling Jan’s body and now rubbing her pussy was a real turn on. Stan said we were stars in a porn film, and we had to make it real to get the scene right. I had never rubbed my pussy against another girls pussy before,* and Jan and I found where it felt best and now we were clit to clit and kissing, between gasping for air.

Jan whispered that we could have been doing this a long time ago. *All I knew now was her pussy felt so damn good rubbing on mine, plus feeling her big tits and us kissing each other.

This is when Stan joined in and felt us as we tribbed and got our pussy’s all hot. We both on the verge of having orgasms when he turned me around. Now we were pussy to face and he was pushing our faces into each others pussy.

Now I knew what the girls in the videos felt as they ate each others pussy.

Jan and I just went for it.

I drove my clit into her lips……ohhhhhh…. my clit was so sensitive I had a wonderful squirming orgasm as Jan licked me. Stan had licked me before, but this was new and different. I licked her the same as she moaned and rubbed her pussy on my tongue….I felt her orgasm on my tongue….

I felt Stan’s hand slowly turning us over with me on top of Jan.

Jan on bottom with her pussy facing us…..he got on my back and then I jacked his cock as Jan kept licking my clit. ….

The thrill was out of this world. He joined me in licking and now fingering Jan’s pussy. He took my finger and showed me her G spot and how to massage it. Jan was moaning with me and squirming as we all were headed for an ultimate cum.

We started in…… the excitement climbing to a peak….both our tongues deep in her pussy…she moved her head back to take all my dick…

…..Just about that time she pulled out my dick and push it in Dana’s pussy…her hips moved fast. I don’t think I couldn’t take any more….and…ooooooo…I shot & shot until I couldn’t move any more….and the cum begin to ooze out right into Jan‘s mouth and awaiting tongue…..ohhhhh……as she licked Dana’s vagina and my dick over & over……

We laid Jan down still licking her lips and I mounted her…putting my dick in her….I had to have some of this…..she locked on me and said: (…”I want you so bad.”) I pumped slowly let it build up…she moaned…we played with the body and the emotions came up slowly to a fever pitch….she held on to me working her vagina until….I heard sexual sounds, it was her….breathing in my ear….her tits were bouncing on my chest….“oooo….Stan….
..you…make…me…Oooo Yes!!”…a final moan and …ohhhhhhh…“I want you“….ohhhhhhh….

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—–* if you think having two girlfriends is easy….think again, and…. I knew they were lying,….for two pussy‘s…it works————–

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Lesbian Cindy is forced to live with her cruel aunt, who doesn’t believe in lesbians

When Cindy’s mother finally passed away, after a long and terrible battle with cancer, Cindy was left with little in the way of options. At eighteen years old, she’d dropped out of high school, which was boring, and stayed home with her ailing mother. Mother had not been pleased, but had little energy to fight Cindy’s decision, instead woefully lamenting that her daughter would have very little chance at success in life when she was gone.

Cindy, who had gotten by so far on her good looks, only saw other pretty girls that lived lives of ease and luxury on social media and TV. Those girls just got to look cute, and people gave them clothes, apartments, and cars. Cindy, herself, had a few thousand Instagram and TikTok followers, who delighted in seeing her dance to mindless bimbo pop or racy hip-hop. In her pictures and videos, she showed her large tits and round ass in panties and bras, kept an Amazon wishlist, and some of her followers would buy her things.

It was this simple, silly fact that made Cindy think that she’d get by just fine in life if she grew her social media following. Her life plan was to continue dancing stupidly and taking photos of herself in bikinis and small panties, so that people would supply her with free things for her mediocre efforts. Unfortunately, Cindy didn’t realize that these dreams were just that, dreams. Having such a lifestyle required hard work and patience, two qualities that Cindy had an aversion to.

What Cindy did not have an aversion to was pretty girls, because Cindy was a lesbian. Cindy loved to go down on hot girls and have them go down on her. Her pussy got hot when she passionately made out with other women, and loved a good cuddle, while she giggled and groped her girlfriends. Sadly, Cindy’s life changed drastically on the day her mother was gone.

Cindy did not want to live with her Aunt Lisa and Uncle Rob. The pair of them were, in her opinion, weirdos and bigots. Since Cindy’s coming out, Aunt Lisa had refused to speak with Cindy’s mother, because Aunt Lisa did not believe in lesbians, gays, or other-gendered persons. Unfortunately for Cindy, Aunt Lisa was the sole family she had left. Given that her rise to internet stardom was only in its infancy, Cindy either had to fend for herself or ask her Aunt Lisa for a place to stay.

“I loved my sister, despite the fact that she allowed you to carry on this lesbian nonsense of yours,” Aunt Lisa said, after the funeral, “so I’m going to offer you, this once, because it’s the right thing to do, a place to stay while we sort this whole business out.”

“Really?” Cindy asked, tearfully, “Thank you, Aunt Lisa. I didn’t know what to do. I promise that I’m going to be really famous one day soon, and I’ll pay you back.”

Aunt Lisa only rolled her eyes at this and said, “We’ll talk about the arrangements later. Let’s just show some respect for now.”

***

Cindy arrived in her mother’s car, at the home of her Aunt Lisa and Uncle Rob. She had two suitcases with clothes and little else. Aunt Lisa showed her to a bedroom, and again Cindy expressed her thanks. Uncle Rob took the suitcases past Cindy’s bedroom.

“Uncle Rob, those go in here,” Cindy called.

“No, they don’t,” Uncle Rob replied, without further explanation.

“Sit down, Cindy,” Aunt Lisa commanded, “We need to have a talk about the arrangements of your stay.”

Cindy, confused, took a seat on the bed.

“You have two options,” Aunt Lisa said, “You can stay here, and you’ll follow my rules, or you can go make your own way and have your own rules. It’s your decision and no one is going to force you.”

“Um, okay. What rules?” Cindy asked.

“First, you know exactly where I stand on this lesbian business. If you stay here, you’re not going to be lesbian. Girls who only fuck girls are useless for populating God’s earth. That’s a woman’s place, not at the head of some company, or out there slutting around with other girls and keeping her pussy off limits for good men to pump babies into.”

Cindy was appalled, her jaw dropping, but Aunt Lisa was far from finished. Uncle Rob returned at this point, holding some weird leather and metal thing in his hand.

“Second, to make sure you aren’t sneaking in other girls to lick your cunt, you’re going to wear this chastity belt,” Aunt Lisa explained.

Uncle Rob presented the thing to his wife, who took it and showed it to Cindy.

“What… what is that?” Cindy cried, “I don’t want to wear that!”

“You don’t have to wear it,” Aunt Lisa said, “but if you don’t you aren’t living here.”

“But… but…” Cindy sputtered.

“That’s the rule, girl. Take it or leave it,” Aunt Lisa said with finality.

“But, I can’t! I have to do my videos to be an influencer, and I can’t wear that!” Cindy argued.

“Actually, we have some ideas about that,” Aunt Lisa countered, “and we’re going to help you with this influencer business. But you’re going to wear that belt if you stay here.”

Cindy began to sob and argued, “It isn’t fair!”

“It’s not fair that I have to take care of a girl that wants to do nothing but take trashy pictures and lick cunt,” Aunt Lisa said, “but here we are. Now, what will it be?”

Cindy looked at the belt, looked at the door, looked out the window at the wide and scary world.

“I… I guess I’ll wear it,” she said, sadly.

Aunt Lisa nodded. She produced a document for Cindy to sign.

“This is a consent form that states that your Uncle Rob and I will be managing your accounts and that you’ve chosen to abide by the terms of our living arrangements, which are spelled out in detail in this document.”

She passed the document to Cindy. It was very heavy, bound, and filled with many complicated words. Cindy flipped through it but it seemed like gibberish.

“You can read over it tonight. I don’t want you to sign anything without having the time to read it. I’ll serve dinner at 6:00. Tomorrow morning, you’ll give me your answer.”

Cindy did try to read the extensive document, but it was very boring. Instead, she spent the evening trying to find an alternative living arrangement. However, none of Cindy’s “friends” really wanted to have a homeless girl with no real plans for the future living off of them. Disheartened, Cindy signed the document the next morning, intent on making her social media career a success and getting out of her predicament as quickly as possible.

***

She handed the document over that morning and, after breakfast, Aunt Lisa and Uncle Rob took her back to her bedroom. Aunt Lisa carried the belt but handed it to Uncle Rob.

“Take off your clothes, so Uncle Rob can put on your belt,” Aunt Lisa instructed.

“What? No!” Cindy protested.

“No? You just signed the contract. This is part of it. You can break the contract, but then, since you just signed over all future earnings from your ‘career’ to Uncle Rob and I, you’ll need to find somewhere else to live and another line of work.”

“But I didn’t…” Cindy began, then stopped.

She, actually, had no idea what she had done, because she hadn’t read any of it.

“That isn’t fair!” she protested, again.

“What else isn’t fair?” Aunt Lisa asked and looked expectant.

“That… that you have to take in a girl that takes trashy pictures and… and licks cunt,” Cindy said, blushing.

Aunt Lisa nodded and said, “Now, take off the clothes and let Uncle Rob put on your belt.

Cindy dithered, then slid down her shorts, her skin flushed crimson as the two of them stared at her bare legs and panties.

“All of them,” Aunt Lisa commanded.

“But I’ll be naked,” Cindy argued.

“I have other clothes for you,” Aunt Lisa explained.

Cindy, sobbing, stripped off her top, then fumbled with her bra. She covered her tits with her arm and tried to wiggle out of her panties, too, eventually managing to get them down her legs and kick them off. Uncle Rob stepped forward with the belt and knelt, inhaling the scent of Cindy’s pussy as he invited her to step into the belt.

Cindy complied, wiping at her tears, and allowed her uncle to slide the weird thing up her legs. Cindy gasped as a little protrusion slid into her cunt. He fit it tightly about her sex and clicked a lock. Aunt Lisa took her clothes from the bed and Uncle Rob left the room.

“Now,” Aunt Lisa said, “when you have to do your business or take your shower, you’ll ask Uncle Rob to unlock your belt. If you don’t, then you can just piss yourself and then you’ll clean up your mess.”

“That’s weird!” Cindy argued.

“Being a cunt sucker is weird,” Aunt Lisa shot back, cruelly, “but it’s a weird world we live in.”

Uncle Rob returned with a top and handed it to Cindy. Cindy held it up. The top was very small.

“It won’t fit,” she complained.

“It will,” Aunt Lisa assured her.

Cindy struggled to get the top on over her tits, eventually managed it, but the top fit very tightly and painfully crushed her breasts together. The belt suddenly began to vibrate, sending a surprise wave of pleasure into Cindy’s pussy.

“What is that?” she cried.

“It’s a vibrator,” Aunt Lisa explained.

Cindy tugged at the belt, the lock, and then she dropped to her knees and screeched as the vibrations turned to a horrible jolt of electric pain and she began to cry.

“You shouldn’t try to take it off or mess with the lock,” Aunt Lisa explained, “or it will zap you.”

“Why?” Cindy cried.

“Because it’s useful,” Aunt Lisa said, and offered no further explanation.

The belt began to vibrate her twat once more and Cindy struggled back to her feet.

“Now, lay on the bed, so Uncle Rob can take your picture,” Aunt Lisa said.

“My picture? No!” Cindy argued.

“This is part of your new career, Cindy,” Aunt Lisa said, calmly, “You agreed to this. From now on, Uncle Rob and I will manage your content.”

“That’s not my content!” Cindy protested.

Aunt Lisa held up a remote and said, “We can also shock your cunt with this.”

Cindy quickly laid on the bed. Uncle Rob took a photo of her humiliated face, crushed tits, and her pussy locked in the belt.

“Now, you just watch TV for the rest of the day,” Aunt Lisa said, “I’ll call you down for lunch.”

Uncle Rob turned on the TV with a remote, which he pocketed, and Cindy’s latest horror began. The TV began to play a video of hardcore porn. The girl on the screen moaned loudly as a big man held tightly to her hips and roughly thrust his cock into her. Her melons bounced and wobbled as he fucked her.

“What is this?” Cindy asked, appalled.

“The only reason you think you’re a lesbian is because you haven’t had your pussy fucked,” Aunt Lisa said, “You’re not going to watch girls lick cunt around here.”

“I don’t want to watch porno!” Cindy protested, “It’s gross!”

“Well, this is part of your job now,” Aunt Lisa explained, and Uncle Rob took a photo of Cindy watching the porn.

“Please,” Cindy begged, “Please don’t make me watch it. I’ll… I’ll go get a job somewhere. I’ll pay you rent, just… don’t make me watch it.”

Aunt Lisa held up the remote.

“No! I’ll… I’ll watch it,” Cindy backpedaled.

“Good girl,” Aunt Lisa said, “Now, Uncle Rob is going to sit with you while you watch the movie.”

Cindy paled, looking at her uncle, but she knew better than to argue. Uncle Rob joined her on the bed, settling himself with his back to the headboard. Cindy yelped as the big man pulled her back against his chest, her ass between his spread legs. She flushed, humiliated, as she felt his hard cock. Her uncle reached around and began to grope Cindy’s tits through the top as he watched the porno with her.

“What are you doing?” Cindy yelled and shook herself free, rolling off of the bed, furious.

“He’s doing his job,” Aunt Lisa said, “Now get back there so I can get a good picture of him squeezing your tits.”

“No! That’s… that’s gross and it’s wrong!” Cindy argued.

Aunt Lisa touched the remote and Cindy crumpled, a painful jolt shocking her cunt. She cried as she crawled back onto the bed and sat back between Uncle Rob’s legs.

“Good girl,” Aunt Lisa said, and then the belt began to vibrate her pussy once more.

Uncle Rob’s big hands began to squeeze Cindy’s melons, while Aunt Lisa took a few pictures of it.

“I’m going to start working on your new content,” Aunt Lisa explained, “You just keep watching your movie with Uncle Rob. I’ll come get you for lunch.”

She left the room and Cindy continued to sob, while Uncle Rob squeezed and groped her tits, tugging on her nipples and breathing into her ear. On the screen, yet another porno girl was having a big dick repeatedly shoved into her wet and creaming snatch. The horrible belt continued vibrating Cindy’s pussy, occasionally altering its pattern and making her cunt throb. To her horror, it began to get wet.

For over two hours, Cindy watched the disgusting porno, while Uncle Rob molested her tits and whispered in her ear.

“Look at the little slut cum on that cock. She’s so good for him. Watch! She’s going to cum again.”

“She’s a real anal whore, isn’t she? Can you believe how easily she orgasms from that dick up her ass?”

“Watch his cock, Cindy. Watch it go inside her pussy. See? She’s so good. That’s what pussy is for. Pussy is for men to fuck.”

“See how much she likes sucking it? All girls want to suck on cocks, Cindy. It’s natural. Being lesbian is a lie. Lesbians are just girls that haven’t been shown how to suck and fuck cock, yet.”

Cindy stayed silent through Uncle Rob’s taunting, ashamed by the wetness in her pussy, even though she knew it was just because of the belt. She hated the way that her Uncle’s hands on her breasts only made her more aroused. With him behind her, she tried to imagine that it was one of her girlfriends, but his constant whispering in her ear dashed that fantasy away rapidly.

“Is your pussy wet, Cindy?” Uncle Rob asked, and touched it through the belt, “Is your little lesbian pussy hot and wet? You can tell me. Tell Uncle Rob that you have a wet lesbian pussy.”

Cindy did not tell him that she had a wet, lesbian pussy, but it was wet. His hands continued to explore the rest of her body as she drank in the filthy porn, touching her bare tummy, her legs, but mostly squeezing her large tits.

“Your tits are so big and firm,” he whispered, “They’re perfect for fucking. Can you just imagine a nice, fat cock sliding between these tits? I can imagine it.”

The screen showed a busty blonde teen, about Cindy’s age, and her large udders were mashed together by her hands. A man’s cock vigorously pumped between the valley of her titflesh, which he would spit into to ease his masturbation. The stupefied girl looked as though this were the most exciting thing she could imagine, as if having a cock roughly shoved between her breasts were the life she’d always dreamed of.

“Repeat after me Cindy,” Uncle Rob said, “Tits are for fucking.”

Cindy did not repeat the words. Uncle Rob showed her the remote and reiterated, “Repeat after me, Cindy.”

Cindy nodded, afraid.

“Tits are for fucking,” he said.

“Tits are for fucking,” Cindy repeated, as the man pumped his erection between the girl’s tits.

“Tits are for sucking.”

“Tits are for sucking,” Cindy said.

“Tits are for slapping.”

“Tits are for slapping,” Cindy sniffled.

“Tits are for milking.”

“Tits are… for milking,” she repeated.

“Tits are for men to grab while they fuck me.”

“Tits are… please don’t make me say that, Uncle Rob!”

“Tits are for men to grab while they fuck me,” he said again.

“Tits are for… men to grab while they… they fuck me,” she repeated and sniffled.

“Good girl,” Uncle Rob said, and clicked the remote.

The vibrator in the belt kicked up in intensity and Cindy gasped as it made her cunt spasm. She shook in his arms as he groped her tits. The pattern changed, ramping up, sending waves of intense pleasure through her locked-up cunt.

“My pussy needs cock daily,” Uncle Rob said.

“My pussy… needs… cock daily,” Cindy repeated.

“My pussy gets wet for cock.”

“My pussy gets wet for… for cock.”

“I want men to cum in my pussy.”

“I want men to… to cum… in my pussy,” Cindy repeated, then ground her teeth as the vibrator pushed her toward a reluctant orgasm.

She didn’t want to cum, not like this, not while watching porno and her uncle molesting her.

“My pussy needs to be fucked,” Uncle Rob said.

“My pussy needs… to be fucked,” Cindy repeated.

“Please fuck my pussy, Uncle Rob.”

“Please don’t, Uncle Rob, please,” Cindy begged.

Uncle Rob showed her the remote, his finger alternating between the two buttons. One of those was pain, the other was pleasure. Cindy watched his finger go between them and he asked, “Which one do you want?”

“Please… please fuck my pussy, Uncle Rob,” Cindy said.

He clicked a button and the belt went up again. Cindy’s back arched away from his body, but he held firmly to her breast with one hand and held her across her tummy with the other.

“Again,” he commanded.

“Please fuck my… pussy… Uncle Rob,” Cindy said again.

“Again,” he growled.

“Please fuck my pussy… Uncle Rob,” Cindy repeated and gripped his legs tightly as she fought the orgasm.

“Again,” he said.

Cindy repeated the words, then again, and again, and again, until she couldn’t hold back the forced pleasure anymore. She grunted and orgasmed as her uncle squeezed her tits, came violently as she watched a porn girl get railed hard by multiple men, in every hole. The girl’s cum-coated face stared out of the screen at Cindy as she asked her uncle to fuck her pussy, as he held her and made the belt force her to orgasm. Cindy jerked in his arms and sobbed, even as she came.

***

Cindy ate her lunch from a dog bowl on the floor, with the belt on a low setting, keeping her pussy reluctantly aroused. Aunt Lisa took several photos of her eating from the bowl, then more photos of her ass and pussy, locked in the cruel belt. After lunch, Cindy had to use the bathroom, but she didn’t want to ask. She shuffled about on her knees, looking up at the table, unsure of what to do with herself. Aunt Lisa looked down on her.

“Yes, Cindy? Do you need something?” she asked.

“I… I have to go,” Cindy said, blushing.

“You need to potty?” Aunt Lisa asked.

Cindy nodded.

“Ask Uncle Rob to take you potty and help you shower,” Aunt Lisa said.

Her aunt recorded Cindy, on her knees, as she asked, “Uncle Rob, may I please go potty and take a shower?”

“Of course, Cindy,” Uncle Rob said, and pulled Cindy up.

Aunt Lisa followed, and then took more photos of Cindy taking off the too-tight top, baring her tits. More photos followed, showing Uncle Rob unlocking the belt and taking it off. Uncle Rob started the shower. Yet more pictures cemented Cindy’s humiliating predicament, as her aunt captured her using the toilet. Once she was finished, she had to allow her uncle to clean her ass and cunt for her, like a child, before he put her in the shower.

Aunt Lisa took another photo, while Uncle Rob took off his clothes. He stepped into the shower with Cindy, who recoiled.

“What… what are you doing?” she shrieked, certain that he was about to rape her.

“We’re going to get clean,” Uncle Rob explained, and picked up a bar of soap.

“I can do it myself!” Cindy argued.

“I’m going to do it for you,” Uncle Rob explained, brooking no argument, “Or you can leave the house just like you are.”

Cindy looked to her aunt for help, then felt stupid. Of course, Aunt Lisa would be no help. She took a picture. Cindy deflated and, instead, began to sob as Uncle Rob lathered the soap onto her body. He stood behind her and pulled her naked body against him, running the soap over her breasts, her tummy, and then her pussy.

Cindy jerked when he put one hand on her cunt and began to clean it vigorously with his fingers, while his other hand mauled her tit. Aunt Lisa took several photos. While he “helped” Cindy to clean her pussy, he had her recite her words.

“Can you tell Aunt Lisa your special words?” he asked.

“What?” Cindy asked back, confused.

“The special words that made your pussy cum while we watched the movies,” Uncle Rob reminded her.

Cindy flushed as her uncle rubbed his soapy fingers between her slit and tugged on her nipple.

“I don’t… don’t want to say that,” she protested.

Uncle Rob painfully squeezed her nipple.

“Please fuck… my pussy… Uncle Rob,” she cried.

“Good girl,” he said, and pushed two of his large fingers into her wet fuckhole, “Your pussy is very wet, Cindy. Tell Uncle Rob what your wet pussy wants.”

“Please… fuck my pussy… Uncle Rob,” she sobbed.

Uncle Rob stroked his fingers in her cunt, rubbed her clit, the long torture from the belt having kept her wet and hot.

“Tell Uncle Rob you want to cum for him,” he growled.

“I want to cum… for you Uncle Rob,” she said.

“Good girl,” he said and continued expertly rubbing her pussy.

Having been on edge for another two hours, without being allowed to cum, Cindy orgasmed from the stimulation as Aunt Lisa took her picture.

***

The entirety of the night was taken up with further porno. Uncle Rob put Cindy back in her belt and she watched straight porn, this time incest themed, in which brothers pounded their sisters, fathers plowed their daughter’s holes, or mothers submitted to hard cockings from their sons. Uncle Rob continued to molest Cindy’s tits, bare under his hands now, while Aunt Lisa photographed her.

As she watched a long series of blowjob videos, Uncle Rob gave her new phrases to repeat.

“My mouth is for sucking cock,” Uncle Rob said.

“My mouth is for sucking cock,” Cindy repeated.

“I want men to cum in my mouth.”

“I want men to cum… in my mouth,” Cindy said.

“Please fuck my mouth, Uncle Rob.”

“Please fuck my mouth, Uncle Rob,” Cindy said, her resistance fading.

It was useless, she understood. She would have to sit here and let her uncle molest her tits and make her say dirty things, or they’d just shock her cunt.

“Please fuck my mouth, Uncle Rob,” she said again, and then again.

At dinner time, Cindy sat on her knees on the floor, with her hands held up like little paws, begging for her bowl. Aunt Lisa set it on the table.

“From now on, if you want your food, you’re going to have to take care of Uncle Rob’s hard cock for him. It’s been hard all day from you acting like a slut and teasing him.”

“I didn’t…” Cindy began and then shut her mouth.

“How you do it is up to you,” Aunt Lisa explained, “With your hand, your mouth, your cunt, or your ass. But you can’t use the same method twice in one day.”

“No!” Cindy cried, horrified, but Aunt Lisa shocked her cunt.

Cindy wailed and clutched at her locked-up pussy, but then it began to vibrate again. Uncle Rob stood up and pulled out his cock. Cindy, tearfully, stared at it, revolted.

“Hand, mouth, cunt, or ass?” Aunt Lisa asked.

Cindy, tentatively, reached out her hand and touched his cock. She’d watched dozens of girls stroking cocks today, so she understood the basic method. Still, she did not want to touch his cock, let alone jerk him off.

“I… I can’t,” Cindy said.

“Then no supper tonight,” Aunt Lisa said and took the bowl away.

Cindy, her stomach growling, allowed Uncle Rob to take her back upstairs. He got her ready for bed by removing the belt, which made Cindy very glad. She imagined that she might be able to lay in bed, without the disgusting porno, and masturbate to a fantasy of one of her girlfriend’s licking her cunt. She was wrong.

Uncle Rob instructed her to lay on the bed, nude. He took a length of soft cord from the bedside table and wrapped it around her wrists, then secured them to the headboard. Cindy sobbed but didn’t fight it. He pulled the blanket over her, resumed the porno movies, and then got into bed with her. As the porno played and the girls moaned and screamed, Uncle Rob spooned her and put his big hand on her tit.

He guided his cock between her legs and Cindy whimpered, sure that she was going to be raped now. He did not push his cock into her, though. Instead, he nestled his pulsing cockhead at the entrance to her pussy and let it rest there. He resumed groping her tits and tugging at her nipples, making them stiffen. Then, he began to slowly thrust his cock back and forth between the slit, the lips of her pussy spreading and coating its length with girl cum. The hours of stimulation from the belt had made her embarrassingly wet, allowing his penis to slip easily back and forth along her gash.

The head of his cock bumped against her clit on every thrust, sending little jolts of pleasure up her body. Her uncle held her tightly, squeezing her melons and pushing his cock between her wet lips as Cindy tried to ignore it.

“Say your words,” Uncle Rob whispered in her ear.

“Please,” Cindy begged, weakly.

“Say your words,” he said again.

Cindy sniffled and then repeated the words, “Please fuck… my pussy… Uncle Rob.”

“Good girl. Again.”

“Please fuck my pussy, Uncle Rob,” she said again.

Uncle Rob continued to massage his penis gently with her wet folds, his cock bumping her clit and his hand groping her tits.

“Keep going,” he commanded, “Until I tell you to stop.”

“Please fuck my pussy, Uncle Rob,” she said again.

Cindy repeated the words, over and over, as the girls on the TV moaned, orgasmed, and her uncle used her pussy to wet his cock. Finally, he rested his cockhead just inside the entrance to her pussy. The tight little hole slid just over the crown, and Cindy struggled weakly against the bonds. Uncle Rob raised her leg and put it over his, then began to frig her clit with one hand as he made her continued saying the words.

“Please fuck my pussy, Uncle Rob,” she hissed.

Despite the awfulness of it, the hours of stimulation and the need to cum were more than Cindy could handle. She orgasmed on his fingers, with her uncle’s jerking, flaring cockhead just inside her virgin pussy, squealing like one of the porno girls.

***

The next morning, Uncle Rob and Aunt Lisa took more photos of her using the toilet, and then of Uncle Rob “cleaning” Cindy in the shower. Cindy was put back in the belt and taken down to the kitchen. Here, Aunt Lisa had a new humiliation for her. Her aunt placed a pink collar around Cindy’s neck, complete with a small tag that said, “Candy,” in girly letters.

“What is this?” Cindy asked, appalled.

“It’s your new outfit,” Aunt Lisa explained, “Since you signed a power of attorney over to us in the paperwork, I’ve applied to have your legal name changed to Candy Kisses.”

“No!” Cindy cried, but Aunt Lisa held up the remote.

“It will take a little time to process, but in a few days, everything will be in order. From now on, you’re Candy.”

Cindy felt too tired to argue against it. It had been terribly difficult to sleep with the loud porno playing, Uncle Rob squeezing her tits, pushing his cock through her pussy lips, and rubbing her fuck button until she orgasmed. Now, the vibrator was back in her cunt and her stomach was rumbling.

“Can I please eat?” Candy asked.

“Of course,” Aunt Lisa said and put the bowl on the table, “How are you going to get Uncle Rob’s cock taken care of for him? I understand you were quite the little cocktease last night.”

Candy blushed deeper, but bit back any reply. Uncle Rob pulled his hard cock out and put it inches from her face. Candy looked at it, then reached out a hand. She didn’t want to do it, but she was so hungry. She put her hand around his warm, throbbing erection.

Slowly, she began to pull on it, feeling the skin move back and forth in her hand. Uncle Rob groaned, his cock aching from teasing himself against her pussy all night. He reached down and adjusted her grip, then Candy continued to pump his cock for him.

“Tell Uncle Rob you want him to cum for you,” Aunt Lisa instructed.

“I want you to cum for me, Uncle Rob,” Candy said.

“Good girl. Keep going,” Aunt Lisa encouraged her.

“Please cum for me Uncle Rob,” Candy said again, then thought that saying the things he liked might make it happen sooner, so she repeated her words, “Please fuck my pussy, Uncle Rob. Please fuck my mouth. My mouth is for sucking cock. My pussy is for fucking. My tits are for men to grab while they fuck me. Please cum for me, Uncle Rob.”

The previous day’s pent-up load worked to the surface and soon Rob was groaning. Aunt Lisa took the bowl of food and placed it under his cock. Candy’s eyes widened as she realized what was happening, but it was too late. Uncle Rob ejaculated into the bowl, coating her breakfast in his semen.

Candy let go of his cock, shocked, mortified, but he took over and squeezed the rest of his jizz into the bowl. Aunt Lisa placed it on the floor for her and, as Candy stared in revulsion at it, Uncle Rob placed the tip of his cock in her open mouth. A remaining drop of cum fell from it onto her tongue and she shuddered, reeled back.

“Go on,” Aunt Lisa said, taking her seat at the table.

“I… I can’t eat that!” Candy argued.

“Then you won’t eat,” Aunt Lisa said, shrugging, “But it’s not very good when it’s cold.”

Candy, hungry and desperate, looked at the semen-coated food. She looked at the two of them, but there was no help on offer. Silently, she put her mouth in the bowl and licked at it.

***

In her bedroom once more, Uncle Rob groped Candy’s tits, while the belt vibrated her twat. Aunt Lisa sat next to them with a laptop, showing Candy her new job.

“Now, it’s a work in progress, but we’ll keep making plenty of new content for it,” Lisa explained.

Her social media channels now featured banner images of her tits, and the banner text read, “The Lesbian Cockslut,” in large letters. There were “preview” photos of her on the bed, wearing the belt, with her uncle groping her tits. Another preview image displayed her uncle holding her as she orgasmed, his hand on her boob. Another showed her sitting on the toilet, while a fourth displayed her naked body in the shower, her uncle’s hand rubbing her fuckhole.

She’d gained a substantial number of followers. Aunt Lisa, then, showed her a website with the banner image, where people could buy memberships. On the homepage, a few sentences explained the site’s premise.

“My name is Candy Kisses and I’m a real lesbian. While I don’t actually like men, I understand that a woman’s place is under a man’s control, submitting to his cock, and pleasing him. I know that I’m a gender traitor, but I can’t help that my pussy gets so wet when I think about men making me service their cocks. I’m actively trying to train myself to be a good cockslut, even though I find the idea both revolting and exciting. By subscribing to this site, you’ll get a front row seat to my journey toward becoming a real lesbian cockslut.”

“Now, don’t worry,” Aunt Lisa said, “No one is going to rape you, Candy. You’re going to ask Uncle Rob to fuck your pussy, eventually, because that’s what girls do. Once you get that in your head, realize that this whole lesbian business is just some slutty fantasy, then you’ll be on the right path. One day, maybe Uncle Rob will even cum a baby into your pussy! How exciting would that be? You’ll be famous, just like you always wanted, and you can be Uncle Rob’s little lesbian breeding hole.”

Candy wanted to cry, and did in fact sniffle, but Uncle Rob turned the belt up and she began to quake and jerk in his arms. She bit her lip, her eyes rolling back into her head as the intense vibrations surged from her cunt, throughout her body. Her legs kicked as Uncle Rob tugged her nipples.

“Repeat after me, Candy,” he whispered into her ear, “Please knock me up, Uncle Rob.”

Candy groaned, her hands tightly gripping his legs, the belt holding her on the edge of an orgasm it wouldn’t quite give her, and she shook her head.

“Go on, Candy,” Aunt Lisa said, “Say the words and Uncle Rob will let your pussy cum.”

Her eyes felt as though they might vibrate out of her head. The belt had teased her cunt all morning and it was overriding everything else. She needed it. She needed to cum.

“Please… knock me up… Uncle Rob,” she said.

“Good girl,” Rob said, “Again.”

“Please… knock me up… Uncle Rob!”

Aunt Lisa took her picture, then she began to record.

“Say your words,” Uncle Rob whispered.

“Please fuck my mouth… Uncle Rob! Please fuck my Pussy, Uncle Rob! Please… knock me up… Uncle Rob!”

“Good girl,” he whispered, and turned the belt up.

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Brandon has spent a year burning in Hell. But Lucifer’s dead and he’s free to carve a new kingdom and proclaim himself God-King once more.

The Devil’s Pact, The Hell Chronicles
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Chapter Four: The Tyrants

Notes: Thanks to b0b for Beta reading this!

Brandon Fitzsimmons – The Abyss

Fire burned my flesh.

An endless, consuming, hungry, agonizing torment consumed me.

There was only one thing I could hold onto to. I retreated into the depths of my mind to escape the never-ending ravages of my flesh. There, I clung to a single, solitary thought—one day, I would be free of Lucifer’s torment and Mark Glassner and his whore would pay.

The bastard stole everything from me. He stole my precious wife, my Desiree, from me, and transformed her into his whore. He so brainwashed her that even when I won her back, she still belonged to Mark. He stole my house. He stole my godhood. He stole my life. He robbed me of even my dignity.

And he had stolen my triumph.

I had crushed Mark beneath the heel of my foot. I had his wife’s sweet mouth wrapped around my cock as Mark watched with impotent rage. I shuddered, savoring that one memory of victory over Mark as I despoiled his whore before him.

And then Mark took it all away.

Mark had been in chains. He was beaten and broken. My prisoner. And yet he once again stole everything from me. He and his whore broke my power and dragged me before my once loving worshipers. The barrel of his slut’s rifle pressed cold against my scalp as the crowd screamed their worship to Mark and his whore.

And then he stole my life and cast me into torment.

But one day I would be free. Lucifer would not hold me forever. There had to be a way to escape these chains. There had to be a way to free my soul. I clawed my way up to godhood once. I could do it again. I would be the God-King once more. Hell would not hold me. There was no prison that could hold a determined mind.

I would find my way to freedom.

I would wreck my vengeance upon Mark Glassner and his whore. They would scream in eternal pain for a thousand years.

Even in my torment, even burning in agony, I laughed. My mad cackle joined the screams of the damned roasting around me.

One voice joined mine. Not screaming in pain. But laughing. It was a high-pitched and feminine voice.

“Yes, we will have justice!” the voice screamed and laughed. “Justice! Justice! Justice!”

Justice. I liked that word. Mark needed to pay for his crimes. I would bring justice upon him and his whore. “Justice!” I croaked. “Justice!”

Justice was just another word for vengeance.

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Wednesday, April 23rd, 2014 – The Samurai – Kyoto, Japan

I knelt naked on that tatami mat, my three concubines kneeling around me in their sheer yukatas, their pale flesh just peaking through the patter of blue flowers on white silk, their nipples round shadows. Their faces were painted white, their black hair curled and adorned with jewelry. They moved with all the grace of a geisha.

“You shall be victorious, Divine Samurai,” Orihime purred as I stood, a lovely smile on her round face. She carried my hakama, the skirt-like trousers worn by warriors, as she walked to me. She knelt, holding them so I could step in. When I did, she drew them up my legs and cinched them about my waist.

“You shall crush the Living God today,” Chisato smiled as she approached with my haidate, a padded, cloth coat worn beneath armor. I held out my arms so she could dress me. “He will not win against your superior swordsmanship.”

Of course not. I was the greatest swordsman in the world. I sold my soul to the gaijin oni Lucifer for my talent. I would reshape Japan into its martial glory once more, restoring the code of Bushido and cleanse the pollution of the Western World from our glorious land. I would be the Shogun, ruling in the Divine Emperor’s name. All who heard my words, had to obey.

Another of my three wishes.

My three concubines—Orihime, Chisato, and Hikaru—all willingly served me, bowing and pledging their love to my cause. They were chained to me. I regretted the pain I caused my mother by forcing myself upon her, but my three concubines had to be tightly bound to me. The Zimmah ritual was necessary to keep the Living Gods from stealing them away.

My cock stirred at the memory of Mother’s body beneath mine.

I banished that thought. I needed my focus. Today I dueled the Living God for the soul of Japan. He would die on my blade.

“The False God’s sword will shatter on your armor, Divine Samurai,” Hikaru proclaimed, her hips swaying as she wrapped the crimson obi about my waist and closed the haidate.

Orihime and Chisato carried over the yoroi, the iron cuirass that would protect my torso. Their skilled hands placed the back- and breastplates upon me before their hands tied the crimson cords, securing the armor to my body. My concubines slipped on the kote, the sune-ate, the koshi-ate, the sode, my horned kabuto, and my ho-ate.

I glanced in the mirror. I was a fearsome warrior in my lacquered armor. My great helm, the kabuto, and the fierce, tiger mask, the ho-ate, transformed me into a terrifying oni. I was death. I would crush the living god in the imperial palace.

Last, Orihime brought forth my katana, a crimson tiger worked on the black-lacquered bamboo sheath. She hung it from my belt and bowed before me. “You shall win great honor today, Divine Samurai.”

I flexed my hands in my gloves, my armor clinking as I moved. I strode out of the room, trailed by my three concubines. They were my cherry trees, my place of solace that I could retreat to when the burdens of my great destiny grew too great. They were my lovely shade.

The Living God waited in the courtyard. Cherry trees dropped their pink petals behind him, the wind swirling them about his golden armor. His sword was already drawn, glinting as gold as his armor. I shook my head in disgust. What man clads himself in soft, heavy gold? He would be weighed down, his armor offering no protection against my blade.

I strode forward, leaving behind my concubines to watch. Mark’s legion of concubines were behind him, dressed in slutty parodies of cop uniforms. They watched their God step forward, their bodies tense.

They feared his death. He could lose.

I smiled behind my mask. Today, Japan would be saved.

“You honor me with your presence,” I said in English, bowing low.

Mark bowed back. “It is refreshing to deal with such an honest opponent. I accept the terms of your duel.”

I straightened, slipping into my stance, my hand on my sword hilt. His eyes narrowed through the slits of his armor. The Living God was unaware of iaijutsu—the art of the fast draw. And I was a master of it. I would end this duel with a single stroke. In the span of a heartbeat, I could draw my blade and deliver a killing blow that would carve through his soft, gold armor.

Japan would be mine.

The Living Good strode forward, rising his sword to deliver a cutting below. He stepped into my reach.

I drew.

My blade rang as it slid from the sheath. The resistance of the sharp blade against the bamboo sheath added a spring-like effect, snapping my blade forward out of the sheath and moving it at incredible speeds and force.

My blade hit his armor.

And bounced off.

The force jarred my hand numb.

Mark’s sword slashed down. I recovered, retreating back, his blade catching on the edge of my sode, the plates protecting my shoulders. The gold blade parted through the steel sode like it was thin silk and hit my bare skin.

Fear curdled in my stomach. That armor wasn’t gold.

“Sorry,” the Living God said, “but I don’t play fair.”

I was the greatest swordsman in the world. I had made my Pact. And yet my skill hardly mattered if my blade could not hurt his armor.

His blade could bite through mine like it was rice paper. He wielded it with skill and strength. Despite carving through my armor, the blade never cut my skin, leaving only painful bruises. Whatever magic imbued it kept it from harming my flesh. Not that it mattered. As good as I was with my katana, I couldn’t stop every blow from landing. Especially not after his sword cut my katana in half like it was made of bamboo and not steel folded over a thousand times.

I had lost.

There was no way I could defeat him.

I knelt as my ruined armor fell of my body. I gave one last glance at my concubines. They watched with stoic poise. I knew then, even if we weren’t bound by the Zimmah ritual, they would commit suicide to join me in death. One of Mark’s bodyguard’s strode up. Mark took her sidearm and placed its barrel against my forehead.

Shame filled me.

I was not strong enough to save Japan.

The gun barked.

I was falling, falling, falling.

Into darkness.

And then into fire.

My concubines roasted with me, clinging to my body, willingly suffering the same torment that I did. They were chained to me. My cherry trees. Their love and loyalty gave me solace as we burned in Lucifer’s fire.

I held them tight.

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Brandon Fitzsimmons – The Abyss

The fire died.

My torment ended.

Hell had changed.

I knew in an instant what had happened. Lucifer had been defeated by Mark. The great Prince of Hell had lost all his powers. I was free.

Bitter gall tickled my throat. I was freed by Mark.

But that didn’t matter. I had my freedom. I stood up, looking around at my fellow damned souls. We all had made our pacts with Lucifer and he gained power through our torture. I smiled. I needed to act fast and cow as many of them as I could to my power. Many were dazed, stunned by the end of their torment.

I reacted fast, my hand lashing out and seizing a pretty woman with red hair, pulling her to me. She gasped in pain, her eyes trembling. My cock hardened as her breasts bounced. It had been a year of burning. A year of denying my pleasures.

It was time to change that.

“Please!” she shouted before I thrust my cock into her mouth.

I shuddered, savoring how warm and wet she was. I held her head and slammed my cock down her throat. “You are mine,” I hissed, battering my will into hers. “You are mine! Submit to me or I will hurt you!”

I shoved my cock deep, forcing it down her throat. She gagged, struggling to pull away. My cock throbbed in her throat. Her screams were muffled, only adding to my pleasure. I drew back my cock and slammed back down her throat, fucking her mouth, my balls smacking into her chin.

“Submit to my will or you will burn again.”

I felt her submission. She relented to me. A chain sprang between us. A rush of power flowed into me. Souls were the currency of Hell, and now I possessed one. I shaped my body, regaining the muscular physique I had received after my Pact with Molech.

My cock erupted down her throat. She sucked it down and I pulled my cock out of her lips. She panted, licking at up my salty cum. “Wh-what do you want me to do, sir?”

“God-King,” I corrected her. “I am your God-King now.”

“Wh-what do you command, God-King?” she whispered in fear. I could feel her humiliation through our bond, feeding off her emotions.

“Find me another whore,” I commanded, scanning around the room.

A man had seized a woman, throwing her to the ground, his cock throbbing hard. The woman sobbed, “Please, someone, help me! Please!” Her large breasts jiggled. Her skin was a dusky-brown, like my Desiree.

My cock stirred again.

I strode through Lucifer’s oven, the brass floor was cherry-red beneath my feet. It burned, but after roasting for a year, it felt like a mild caress. The man fell to his knees, about to rape the dusky-skinned woman.

I formed a knife by instincts, black as night. I grabbed the man’s hair from behind, yanking his head back as I reached around him. He struggled for a moment until he felt the sharp tip of my knife on the base of his cock.

“Serve me,” I commanded him, “or enjoy spending the rest of eternity as a Eunuch.”

“What?” he gasped.

“I am the God-King,” I roared. “I am the most powerful man in Hell. Serve me or I will crush you like the bug.”

“Please, don’t cut off my dick,” the man blubbered.

“Then pledge your soul to me.”

“I…I do! I will follow you, God-King. Just don’t cut off my cock! Please!”

His soul chained to mine. My power swelled. I pulled the knife away.

“Thank you, thank you,” the woman sobbed.

I pushed the man away, falling to my knees beneath the woman’s knees. Her gratitude turned to horror as she saw my cock thrusting before me. I seized one of her heavy breasts, squeezing hard as she squirmed on the ground.

“You,” I barked at the man. “Find me more women. You can have this one once I’m finished with her.”

“Sure, God-King,” the man laughed.

“Please, don’t,” moaned the woman.

“You have a choice,” I told her. “You can submit to me and be my whore. Or I can take you anyways. I really don’t care. Either way, I’m going to fuck you.”

I thrust my cock into her pussy before she could react. She cried out in pain, her voice sweet music to my ear. She tried to fight, but I was stronger than her. I pumped my cock in her pussy, shoving it deep, reveling in my control over her.

Her fingernails raked at my claws. I seized them, and pinned them over her head. My hips thrust. Her breasts shook. Tears ran from her eyes. The more she struggled, the tighter her pussy grew. I loved the hot heat.

“Your cunt feels great,” I groaned. “And you’re wet. I bet you love getting raped!”

“You’re a monster!” she moaned.

“I’m the God-King,” I laughed. “Submit to me!”

“Never!” she sobbed. “Fuck you!”

My hips thrust faster. The pleasure of her cunt wrapped around my cock shuddered through me. My balls slapped into her flesh. I groaned, working my hips harder, slamming my dick into her depths. My passion swelled.

“You are mine, whore!” I declared, thrusting out my power into her will.

She tried to fight it. But I had two souls sworn to me and she had none. Her will crumbled before me. My cock swelled. My cum erupted into her pussy as my soul chained her. The woman’s eyes widened as she became my slave.

“No, no, no!” she sobbed as I thrust into her, pumping the last bit of cum into her depths.

“You’re all mine now,” I laughed.

“God-King,” the man I first dominated said, pulling a snarling, young woman with him, her budding breasts topped by pink nipples.

She was lovely. I would keep her for my personal harem.

“You can have your reward,” I said. “This woman is yours for eternity so long as you keep serving me.”
“Thank you, God-King,” moaned the man, fell on the woman I had just fucked, and thrust his cock into her sloppy depths.

I pulled the girl to me, caressing her face. “What is your name?”

“Hannah, asshole,” she spat. “I’m not going to be one of your whores.”

I laughed in delight. “I shall enjoy breaking your spirit.” I reached out, pinching her nipple.
“God-King,” the redhead shouted, pulling a meek, busty blonde behind her. A bloody knife was in her other hand. “I found you a woman.”

The redhead held a blood knife in her hand.

I pinched Hannah’s nipple hard while I stared at the redhead’s knife. She had a fierce beauty about her. A warrior grace. The redhead pushed the blonde to her knees, standing triumphant over my next whore.

“What’s your name?” I asked the redhead.

“Milly, God-King,” she answered, then nudged the blonde. “I cut the cock off her rapist. She was more than willing to come along and serve you. Her name is Brenda.”

“I’ll serve you, God-King,” the blonde whispered. “Milly saved me on your orders. I can be…a loving woman.” She threw a look over her shoulder. It was violent in the oven. Those Lucifer tormented were fighting each other. The strongest were clawing out their own bands, tiny dictators that would challenge my rightful rule.

“Then you’re mine,” I declared, chaining Brenda’s soul. Her tits were lovely. “Brenda, Milly, prepare Hannah for me. Molest her pretty body until she begs to be my whore.”

“I won’t,” spat the young woman.

“You will,” I laughed as I strode out into the fray. I needed to capture more followers fast. I needed to be the soul that comes out on top.

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Yoshida Emi

I sprang up the moment the fires died, ready to deliver Justice.

Lucifer’s oven roared with the disoriented moans of the Demon’s victims. My head snapped about. I wished I had my notebook. I missed it dearly. I blinked in surprise. A notebook appeared in my hand. It looked just how I remembered it.

I laughed in delight. I could deliver Justice again.

A man strode up to me, naked like the rest of us, his cock thrusting hard before him. He leered at my youthful body, small breasts, and thick mat of black pubic hair. I stared at him without fear. I had faced down the strongest men of Osaka and cowed them with my Justice.

“I’m going to enjoy that tight body, cunt,” he laughed in English.

I wrote in the notebook. “Paralysis.” This was Hell. It was a place of ideas. I sensed this the moment my notebook appeared. I focused my mine with clarity of thought. My will lashed out, and I delivered Justice to my would-be rapist.

The man’s body went rigid. He collapsed like a frozen pillar, slamming down hard on the cherry-red, metallic floor. I smiled. It cost me some of my power to do that. How could I get more? Lucifer made his Pacts for a reason. He fed off our souls.

My gaze snapped about. I would need servants once again. Women who would pleasure me and gain protection from my Justice. There were other rapists and other victims. Violence abounded around me.

I strode through the carnage, my eyes searc

I found her. She was young, her eyes trembling with tears as the Black man rutted on her. She was a pale, porcelain doll beneath him. My pussy grew damp as I walked over. I scrawled quickly in my notebook. “Atrophy.”

“What the fuck!” the man shouted, his ebony skin deflating, his muscles vanishing until a scrawny man squirmed atop the pale girl.

“Get off me!” the girl yelled, pushing the weak, emaciated man off of her. “Fucking pig!”

I wrote a gain in my notebook. “Knife.”

The girl gasped as the knife flashed into being in her hand. She looked up at me, her dark eyes wide. She had a round face, and delicate cheeks framed by black hair. Her breasts were small, budding fruits.

“Deliver Justice,” I told her.

“No, no!” the scrawny Black man screamed as his victim’s knife flashed. His cock went flying, blood spurted from his groin. “Please!” he howled as she stabbed him over and over.

I stood above her, my hand stroking through her black hair as she roared and sobbed until her fury had abated. The man bled and moaned, unable to die in Hell. The girl dropped the knife, looking up at me, her face flushed.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“Your mistress,” I smiled. “You’re my pet. I gave you Justice, and now you owe me. Or…”

The woman shuddered. “I’ll serve you. You have to be better than these brutes.”

I writhed; her soul was chained to mine, shivering at the new energy.

“What is your name, pet?” I purred.

“May,” she answered.

“Please, let me serve you, too,” a woman gasped, falling to her knees. “Save me and I’m yours!”

Two man ran towards us. My pen wrote. Their hamstrings were severed and they fell in a heap on the floor. “What is your name, Pet?” I asked the woman, admiring her breasts. They were huge, creamy-olive, heaving as she breathed. The woman was a petite, Korean, her black hair short, farming an elfin face.

“Yunjin,” she moaned. “Your pet, Mistress. Just protect me.”

“Justice will always protect you,” I purred as I pulled her mouth to my sopping pussy.

“You want me to…lick you?” she gasped.

“Justice needs to be pleasured,” I purred, pulling her face into my pussy.

May gasped in shock as Yunjin’s hesitant tongue licked through my folds. I shuddered, her tongue brushing my pussy lips. It was so wonderful to feel a woman’s touch on my pussy lips again. It had been so long. I would miss my old pets, particularly Kaori, but I would find replacements.

“And you, May, my asshole needs to be pleased as well.”

“Mistress,” the young girl blanched.

I yanked on the chain binding us, compelling her to crawl to me. She fought for a moment, before surrendering to me and crawling behind me. “That’s it, pet,” I purred. “Rim my ass and please your Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the girl said, a sob escaping her lips. She would learn to enjoy her duties.

Her fingers spread my asscheeks apart. Her breath was warm as she leaned in. Her tongue was even more hesitant, swirling about my sour sphincter. I groaned, my back arching as my two pets pleasured me. Yunjin’s tongue grew more bold, working deeper into my hot pussy, stirring up my pleasure.

I moaned, my hips undulating between the pair’s hungry lips. I watched the violence around us, my pencil writing, striking down the men that tried to encroach on my pleasure. I shuddered, power surging into me.

“That’s it, my beautiful pets,” I moaned, May’s tongue pressing into my bowels, her tears wetting my asscheeks. “Keep pleasing me.

Other women drifted to me, seeking my justice, groveling at my feet, fearing the rapists. I accepted them all. The pleasure swelled inside me. A Black woman leaned down, her tongue licking at my toes, adding more sensations to the mix. A Hispanic woman’s lips latched onto my right breast, sucking hard.

“That’s it!” I groaned. “You all are my sluts! My devoted pets!”

My orgasm swelled. May’s hands squeezed down on my asscheeks. Her tongue probed deep into my bowels, stirring up hot energy. Yunjin’s fingers slipped into my pussy as her mouth latched onto my clit. I gasped, my hips bucking.

I came.

My cries echoed, mixing with the shouts of pain around us. May’s tongue danced in my bowels, stirring my pleasure to keep rolling through me, mixing with the bliss Yunjin’s tongue and fingers gave my pussy.

I gasped and moaned, my body writhing with ecstasy. I squeezed my eyes shut and savored every moment of my pet’s tongues licking my body. Bliss filled my body as my orgasm subsided. I pushed their mouths from me.

“You have pleased Justice, my pets,” I smiled. “None of you will have to be punished.”

“Th-thank you, Mistress,” May hiccuped.

“Well, well, well, you’ve collected quite the Harem of women for me,” a voice laughed.
I turned to see a muscular man striding forward, surrounded by a host of lesser men brandishing an eclectic collection of knives, a train of women chained behind them. I met the man’s gaze, a smile crossing my lips.

“You’re the God-King,” I purred.

“You’ve heard of me already?” he laughed. “I guess my reputation is growing.”

“I witnessed your moment of triumphant in Tacoma,” I answered. “You sought to bring Justice to the Living Gods.”
“And failed,” he growled.

“Yes, they stopped my Justice as well,” I purred, walking towards him. “I heard you crying out in the fire. You were the only one that had will. You inspired me to cling to Justice. I would have been driven mad by the pain without you.”

His eyes flicked down, his cock swelling to its full girth. I had never lain with a main before. I had made a man or three lick my pussy while I pissed in their mouths, but I had never met a man that had my keen need to spread Justice.

But this man had stood up against the tyranny of the Living Gods. He had come closer than any to bringing those monsters to defeat. My eyes drank in his impressive physique, his sculpted muscles. He had power. Far more than me.

“Did you hear my voice over the flames?” I purred.

“I did,” he answered, admiration in his tone. “You had strength.”

“Together, we can bring Justice to Hell. One day, the Living Gods will be brought down. This is where they will end up when they die. We could be ready. Imagine it, God-King, we could deliver such Justice upon them that would make the world weep.” I let out an orgasmic sigh, my clit throbbing as I imagined the tortures we would heap on Mark and Mary.

“You keep saying we,” he laughed.

“Of course I do,” I purred. “I’m your Queen.” I reached out, stroking his muscular chest, my hand trailing down to his hard cock. “I’ve never lain with a man before. I’ve never met one worthy of submitting to.” I reached his hard girth, stroking up his tip. “A God-King needs his queen.”

“I have a wife,” he growled.

My finger stroked his cock’s tip. “You had a wife,” I purred. “The Living God turned her into a whore, didn’t he? I can see the pain in your face. She is lost. But me…I’m here.”

He shuddered, his cock throbbing.

“Let’s unite our powers. Let us rule Hell together,” I purred, my thumb brushing his tip. “I’m so wet for you, my husband.”

Brandon, that was his real name, growled, his hand seized my hair and pulled my lips to his. I moaned into his kiss. Such passion for Justice burned inside him. His hands slid down my body, squeezing my budding tits, my perky ass, pulling me against his hard cock. I groaned, arching my hips and rubbing my body pussy into his cock.

“Am I your queen?” I asked, breaking the kiss.

“Yes,” he groaned.

I shuddered. Something changed between us. Our souls were chained together, our powers merging, mixing, and combining into a wonderful sea of Justice. I could do so much with his power, and so could he. We would rule Hell together.

“Your men may enjoy my pets. All except May and Yunjin,” I purred. “They’re mine.”

Brandon laughed as his men moved into my pets. I forced my women to submit, to rut with his men, their sexual energy feeding my God-King and me. I sank to the cooling floor of the oven, the metal hot on my back. I writhed before my husband, running my hands over my body.

My two favorites crawled to me, Yunjin’s tits dangling, May’s tears trickling down her face. “Mistress,” Yunjin moaned, her heavy tits brushing my face as her lips fastened on my right nipple.

“I’m your pet, Mistress,” May whispered, her lips descending to lick and nuzzle at my nub.

“It is time to consummate our wedding, husband,” I purred, spreading my legs wide. “Make me your God-Queen. Together we shall rule Hell!”

Brandon fell to his knees, his thick cock bobbing before him. He looked into my eyes, his brimming with passion. His strong hands stroked my thighs, spreading my legs even wider. My pussy dripped with my excitement as his cock rubbed at the entrance of my pussy.

Then he speared into me.

“Yes!” I hissed, my tight tunnel wrapping about his girth.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, slamming into me. “We’ll bring Justice to Mark and his whore!”

“Yes! Yes! Together! Fuck me! Oh, yes!”

Pleasure churned through my body. His cock hammered my pussy, my flesh clung to his shaft. My nerves burned in bliss. Every thrust of his cock added to the growing swell in my core, mixing with the delight of my two pets sucking at my nipples.

“We’re going to have only the most beautiful women serve us,” groaned Brandon. “To please us.”
“Yes!” I hissed, bucking my hips into this thrust.

Brandon laughed. “You enjoy raping women, don’t you? You want to degrade them.”

“So much,” I moaned. “We’ll degrade so many. Together! They will worship us and submit to every humiliation we give them!”

My pussy rippled about his cock. My orgasm slammed through me. I arched my back, wave after wave of joy crashing through my body. My vision swam and I screamed my bliss. My hands shoved out, finding May and Yunjin’s nipples. I pinched hard, digging my fingernails into their hard nubs.

They moaned in pain around my nipples. The vibrations fed my orgasm, prolonging my bliss as my pussy writhed about Brandon’s cock. Milking him. I wanted to feel my husband cum inside me. My legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him in tight.

“Cum in me. I want to feel a God erupt into my pussy!”

Brandon groaned, thrusting his divine cock into my divine cunt. I shuddered again, another orgasm exploding through me. I was a Goddess. A God-Queen. All in Hell would worship at my feet and accept my Justice.

My husband’s cum flooded my pussy in a hot wave.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You are a passionate woman.”

I smiled up at him. “Let’s claim our kingdom, my husband.”

My new husband pulled out of me and helped me stand. Our soldiers surrounded us and our harem followed us as we strode through Hell to carve our kingdom out of the bodies of our enemies. We would be ready for the day Mark and Mary died.

I couldn’t wait to deliver degrading Justice to them.

To be continued…

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This is the fourth of six stories about messages going to the wrong person, and the result of that mistake. They are completely separate stories, and are only connected by this common theme. The story is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2014

How could I have not known this about my Mom?! I mean, how … just how could I possibly have NOT KNOWN?? and, y’know – about my MOM!!

I was literally dumbstruck as I looked down at the opened wrapping paper and black cardboard box that were resting on my knees … or, rather, as I looked down at what was IN the box. And then, with a pounding heart and a dry mouth, I read for the third or fourth time the neat writing on the small coloured gift-tag that had been inside the box:

Darling Sandra – I’ll be back soon, wear this for me and make my day! I’ll sure COME to see you!! Happy birthday, your loving Diane xxx

With trembling fingers, I picked up the object that nestled neatly inside the box. In full view, it was even more unmistakeable: a strap-on harness with a thick ribbed black plastic dildo attached! There could be no mistaking its use, or misunderstanding the note: it was something that lesbians used to fuck each other, and the note was to my Mom from her long-time ‘best friend’. I snorted, suddenly understanding the warmth of that friendship in an entirely new way.

That took me back again to the question whirling around inside my head: how could I have not realised the true nature of their relationship? How could I have not realised that my Mom was … no, IS … a lesbian? It was not like I was a little kid any more, from whom the grown-ups could quite easily keep such a secret, avoiding questions and diverting the child onto other topics. Jesus, I was almost seventeen years old, and not exactly naive! … not exactly inexperienced, either, although (and I admitted to myself the irony of this) that was something I hadn’t exactly been telling my Mom about!

As to how I had made this astonishing discovery, which in a single moment had turned my whole world upside down and made me re-evaluate almost every memory that I had ever had – well, it was a chapter of coincidences and assumptions, but by comparison it was easy enough to understand.

My Mom and I had a lot in common – maybe too much, I thought now! There had always been just the two of us: Mom got pregnant in a completely unplanned way when she was only 18 years old, and she was not really even in a relationship with my father – he was just a boy her own age, and it happened at party when she drank a bit too much to say no. When three months later she realised she was expecting, she didn’t want to tie him down – or tie herself to him either. But neither did she want to give up her baby, and so with her parents’ support she postponed going to college, had me, took evening courses and eventually qualified as a lawyer, and then slowly built up a career. When I was six years old, we moved out of my grandparents’ house to our own apartment, nearer to the centre of town, and that’s how it has been ever since – Mom and me.

Two things that Mom and I had in common had contributed to my devastating discovery of the strap-on dildo. The first was that our birthdays were only ten days apart: hers had been just over a week ago, and mine – my seventeenth, which I was pretty excited about – was the very next day. The second thing was that we shared the same initial, although a lot of people who knew us didn’t realise that. They know Mom as Sandra, the name she’s been called from childhood, not realising that it is actually short for Alexandra – and my name is Angela; Mom chose it because she said I was a gift from the angels.

So it was that when, a few minutes after I got home from school today, this package was delivered, addressed to ‘Ms A. Benson’, I had just assumed that it was for me. It was a standard plain UPS mailing box, and when I opened it, just as expected there inside it was another box, this one carefully wrapped in shiny gift-paper with a ‘Happy Birthday’ motif. Now the pattern of the last few years has been that I keep back the family presents from my mother, grandparents, aunts and uncles (I have two of each) to open on my actual birthday, but that the other presents – from my own friends and a few of my Mom’s long-standing friends who had been regular babysitters when I was a child and who are my honorary aunties – were opened as they arrived, which spread the fun out over several days.

It just never crossed my mind that this might be a late present for Mom’s birthday which had somehow got delayed in the post – her birthday seemed ages ago, I was so fixated on anticipating mine. So, with great glee and pleasure, I ripped open the lovely shiny gift-wrap, found the black oblong cardboard box inside and eagerly opened it – to my resulting shock and dismay.

I knew at once not only what it was for, but also who it was from – and what was meant by the language of the little note that had been inside the box, resting on top of that frightening and amazing phallic plastic rod. For around ten years now, Diane has been my Mom’s best friend (well, duh!, now we know why, I thought to myself!). They had met quite early in their professional careers – actually, it was around the time that we moved out from my grandparents’ house to our own apartment; it was during one of my Mom’s first jobs, and they were both juniors at the same large law firm. No, wait a minute, Diane is a couple of years younger than Mom, and is only thirty-three – I remember now, she was interning there after finishing college, in fact they met when she was assigned to help Mom prepare a complicated case. They hit it off straight away, and though soon afterwards they both moved on to new jobs with different firms, they have stayed great friends ever since.

A thought suddenly struck me like a blow to the solar plexus, almost knocking the wind out of me. Shit! – have they been lovers all this time, all these years? Maybe they have, I thought, seeing some old memories in a strange new light – dear Lord, I think they have! It had never seemed odd to me that Mom did not have a boyfriend or even go out on dates – I was happy to be the centre of her attention (solely, I had assumed until now), and balancing a successful legal career with being a single-parent was more than enough for anyone to do. Nor had it seemed odd that Diane was resolutely single – she was ambitious, clever and hard-working, and was making a real name for herself: in fact, only about a year ago, she was made a partner at her law firm.

Thinking back now, I realised that Diane had been around a lot after they first met – she used to come to the apartment every weekend, arriving around the middle of Saturday afternoon, and then chatting with me and helping me with my homework whilst Mom did some chores and made my meal. Then, whilst Mom oversaw my bath and bedtime, Diane would cook a grown-up dinner for the two of them – cooking was one of her few relaxations, she always said (and now I know the other one, a voice inside my head remarked: lesbo fucking with my Mom!). I had always assumed that after eating they sat around chatting over a couple of glasses of wine, or maybe watched some television or a film, and that Diane left sometime mid-evening – I never heard her go, but then I would be fast asleep, so I never expected to. Now I realised that almost certainly something very different had been going on, maybe in the sitting room with the TV turned on to cover any sounds, but more probably in Mom’s bed, and probably Diane had stayed most of the night and did not leave until dawn.

Other pieces of the jigsaw suddenly fell into place – Diane had visited us less often as I got older, but quite regularly Mom would arrange a babysitter for Saturday night and tell me that she and Diane were going out for a few drinks, or maybe a movie, ‘to have a little fun’. Yeah, right, I thought sourly, I have the feeling that this ‘fun’ all took place in Diane’s bedroom, and they probably never left her apartment at all!

More recently, having become something of an authority in her particular legal specialism, Mom has been doing more consultancy work, which she can do best from home over the internet: there is more peace and quiet to concentrate here, especially with me out at high school for most of the day. So Mom usually works at home for one or two days a week, and on most of them when I come home from school Diane would be sitting with her in the kitchen having coffee, having ‘just dropped by for a while on her way home’. Mom always seemed happier and more relaxed after Diane’s visits, even sometimes quite flushed, which I had thoughtlessly put down to the pleasure of gossiping and joking with a friend – but now it dawned on me after reading Diane’s note that she probably arrived much earlier than I had assumed, and these afternoons were their regular lesbian love-making sessions.

How had I not realised any of this? Well, I guess when their affair first developed I was much too young to understand what was going on, and their ‘friendship’ was just the normal background to our life as I grew up. I had to admit, they had been careful and discrete about it – indeed, until this delayed and misdirected package had given the game away, I had had no idea at all about what was going on! One reason for that was probably the self-absorption typical of every teenager, giving little thought to what goes on around them as they struggle with the challenges of puberty and immaturity. However, during the last year I had been even more preoccupied than most teenage girls, because it was now clear that Mom and I have one more thing in common than I had hitherto suspected – one very major fundamental thing indeed!

Yep, you’ve guessed it – I’m a lesbian too! The understanding of my sexual orientation dawned on me nearly a year ago, not long after my sixteenth birthday, as I became aware that I had no interest in boys or in doing things with boys (yuk!) – or, what would be even more unpleasant, in letting them do things to me (mega-mega-yuk!!). At the same time, especially after a vivid crush on a pretty young female teacher at my school, I realised that I was developing stronger and stronger sexual feelings about girls. And I guess I really am my Mom’s daughter, because all of this focused on my sweet long-time best friend, Carrie-Anne, who to my everlasting joy and relief I had slowly discovered felt just the same kind of attraction to me. We started just fooling around physically for a while, joking and pretending that it was only girlish fun, before we accepted the truth and became lovers seven months ago, quite soon after Carrie-Anne turned sixteen (she is four months younger than me). I was staying at her house for a sleepover, but instead of staying in my sleeping bag on the air bed on her bedroom floor, we had kissed and undressed each other and then got naked into her bed, where I stayed until the dawn, as we explored each other’s budding femininity with our fingers and lips, coaxing each other to a series of powerful and drenching climaxes.

From that sweet memory, my thoughts returned with a sick lurch to my immediate problem. Glancing downwards, I realised that it was going to be impossible to pretend that the package had not been opened. Whilst I could perhaps have used some fresh paper to re-wrap the inner box, as we had some birthday paper in the house, that would not solve the real problem: in my eagerness, I had torn open the end of the outer UPS mailing box, and there was no way that this could be patched together. At the same time, I realised that my mother would be horrified and deeply embarrassed for me to have discovered her sexuality and her lesbian relationship in this way – she would get upset, and in her distress she might very well get angry with either myself or Diane, or both of us, none of which was going to make the situation any better.

This whole mess was beyond my resources to deal with – but I suddenly realised who could sort it out! I could take the package to Diane – I would have to tell her what had happened, which would be bad enough – and try to persuade her to keep this a secret, to say nothing about having posted it, and instead give it to my Mom in person next time she saw her. I also realised that Diane might be at her apartment right now, rather than at work. The reason for this was the same reason that had led to her posting my Mom’s present: Diane had been out of town for nearly three weeks, as part of the legal team on a major case being heard in Chicago, but I knew that it had finished the previous day and that she was flying back this morning. She had phoned Mom yesterday, and I had overheard part of the conversation – particularly Mom’s pleasure at hearing that Diane was returning. I had been rushing around, getting ready to go out for my netball team practice, but I now recalled that just before I left Mom was saying something like ‘no, not yet, but I’ll look out for it’, which of course had not meant anything particular to me at the time.

I sat for a minute or two longer, trying to think of any other solution, but nothing else remotely workable came to mind. I was going to have to summon up the courage and face this, for my Mom’s sake – and, I guess, for my own as well. I picked up the phone and dialled Diane’s home number, not quite sure whether I was praying for her to answer or not to answer. However, my guess turned out to be correct, and after about the fifth ring, I heard the familiar warm tones of my Mom’s best friend – and lesbian lover.

‘Oh! … mmm, hi, Diane – it’s, umm, it’s Angie … yeah … fine, thanks’, I said, the last two words coming in a purely automatic response to her enquiry. I rallied, and continued: ‘well, actually, no – not fine, err, I need to talk to you … no, I mean in person, please, if you can … yes, well, now really … yes, it is kinda urgent … thanks, great … yeah, no I’ll come right over … about fifteen minutes, yep … thanks, bye!’

Diane’s apartment was not that far away, which I had never previously considered was remarkable; in fact, it probably wasn’t – there were several good districts on this side of the city centre favoured by middle-class professional and business people, and a lot of Mom’s work colleagues lived not far away too. I put the strap-on back into its box and then slid that into the opened UPS box, gathered up the torn wrapping paper, and put it all in my backpack. Then I hurried from our building out onto the pavement and set off for Diane’s block, with a nervous flutter of butterflies in my stomach.

I had been to her apartment before, but only for about half a dozen times in total – it seemed that it was always Diane who visited us, which I suppose made sense when I was young and needed looking after, and had an early bed-time. My guess at the timing proved right, and I arrived after walking quite briskly for just over ten minutes. A press on the button for Diane’s third-floor flat was followed by her giving me a cheerful greeting, and buzzing the release for the front door of the block. I took the lift up to her floor and walked down the corridor to the door of her apartment, paused for a moment to screw up my courage, and knocked.

Almost immediately, the door opened and Diane greeted me with her usual warm smile. However, knowing what I knew now, I could not help but regard her in a completely new way – as a sexual adult woman, and an experienced mature lesbian. There was no doubt that at thirty-three years old, Diane was still attractive, very attractive. She had always kept herself trim and fit, and she always had an air of lively energy about her. Diane was an inch or so taller than me (I am five feet seven inches), with light brunette hair that fell straight in a smart but feminine cut to brush her shoulders – a contrast with the rich cascade of almost black curls that both Mom and I have down to our shoulder-blades. She was dressed in casual clothes (flip-flops, a faded blue denim mini-skirt, and a plain white short-sleeve T-shirt, under which the outline shape of a white bra could be seen) which nevertheless showed off her attractive figure: long slim legs, firm rounded ass, narrow waist and – most of all – jutting chest. Diane had always had more curves than my Mom, and her breasts were at least three bra sizes bigger; as she turned sideways in her apartment doorway to usher me inside, I couldn’t help my eyes being drawn to her ripe and alluring profile.

I followed Diane through to the sitting-room of her apartment, on the way politely declining her offer of coffee or fruit juice. Instead of sitting in the armchair that Diane gestured towards, I placed my backpack on its seat and perched my butt on its arm.

‘Well, Angie, it’s always nice to see you, honey, but what’s so urgent?’ enquired my Mom’s friend – no, I corrected myself, her lover – with a pleasant but slightly puzzled smile.

I took a deep breath, overcame a last reluctant hesitation, and drew the UPS mailing carton out of my backpack.

‘This came this afternoon and, well, I just assumed … y’know, that it was for my birthday … so, well, anyway – I opened it’, I replied, and whilst speaking I slid the neat black box out from inside the mailing carton and removed its lid, revealing the unmistakeable plastic phallus of the strap-on and the note resting on top if it.

‘Oh?’ said Diane, and then, as she registered what I was holding, her voice went up an octave: ‘OH!! Oh, heavens above, you know – oh, no! you know about us!’

Her eyes wide with dismay, Diane clapped a hand across her mouth, and sank down bonelessly onto the sofa opposite.

‘Wha … wha …what are you going to do?’ she stuttered, almost in a state of shock.

‘Mom mustn’t know’, I said; ‘I mean, she mustn’t know that I opened the present, and she mustn’t know that I know about … about you and her. It would upset her terribly for me to find out like this … I want her to tell me at her own time, when she’s ready, and not like this – so we’re gonna sort this out, you and me, and then I’ll pretend that I don’t know anything about what’s going on – been going on – between the two of you. Is that a deal?’

‘Yes …’ whispered Diane in relief, ‘yes … of course. Well, I can rewrap it, of course …’

‘Exactly!’ I said, and then added the bright idea that had come to me whilst walking to Diane’s: ‘and then you can say it went astray in the post and ended up being returned to you, here, as the sender – and then you can give it to her in person, and she’d never think that I might have seen it!’

‘Right, yes, sure’, Diane responded, clearly relieved to be offered a practical way out of our immediate dilemma, but then she looked at me again, nervously and rather shyly.

‘Are you OK?’ she asked, ‘I mean, are you OK with this … with your Mom and I being … well … lovers, being lesbians?

‘Yeah, yeah, I am … I mean, right now I’m getting still used to the idea, you know’, I reassured her.

Then I looked at the floor for a moment, before raising my eyes to look Diane boldly in the face.

‘There’s one more thing – I want you to get me one of these’, I said, gesturing at the strap-on harness and dildo in their box.

‘What?’ gasped Diane, ‘what d’you mean, you want one of these? Angie – why?’

I had crossed my Rubicon now, and there was no point in holding anything back.

‘I want it for me’, I answered, trying to speak calmly; ‘or rather, I want it for Carrie-Anne – I want to fuck her with it!’ and I added, by way of explanation: ‘all we’ve got at the moment is a shampoo bottle that’s kind of tube-shaped with a rounded end – it doesn’t work that well, and it’s nothing like the size of that monster!’

‘Ahh!’ Diane exclaimed, ‘so you’re a … I mean, you and Carrie-Anne, you’re lovers? Well, I should’ve guessed … actually, from something she said recently, I think your Mom’s started to wonder!’

‘Maybe that’s a good thing’, I responded; ‘I’ll start dropping some hints, and perhaps tell her definitely in a couple of weeks. Maybe that’ll give her a good way of telling me about her and you.’

Diane looked down at the dildo resting in the box on my knee. She swallowed, and then said:

‘OK, if that’s what you really want, I guess I can get you one of these – but, what if your Mom finds it, have you thought of that?’

I reassured her that there were several places in our apartment where I could hide it, where Mom would never go, and – as Diane still looked dubious – I added the promise that if it should be discovered before I had a chance to ‘come out’ to my Mom, I would say that I had got it by mail order, and Diane’s name would never be mentioned. She looked relieved at that, but then raised another concern. Nodding at the box on my knee, she asked:

‘Are you sure you want one exactly like this? I mean, it’s really big and long … it’s not really one for a girl … I mean, can Carrie-Anne take that?’

I had a sudden vivid mental image of my sweet girlfriend on her hands and knees on the floor, completely naked – or maybe just with that hot little cheerleader skirt of hers flipped up above her waist, her blonde pony-tail thrown back over her shoulders, her bubble-butt ass stuck out towards me, her legs spread wide enough to expose the parted glistening folds of her pussy, and of me wearing the strap-on, grasping her hips with both hands and slamming the dildo into her pussy as hard as I could, and then pumping it in and out as she shrieked in ecstasy. The mental picture gave me a sudden hot flush of arousal in my pussy, and I almost had to clamp my legs together so as not to come on the spot’.

‘Oh yeah’, I answered, a husky note in my voice: ‘she’ll take it like a bitch!’

‘Jesus!’ breathed Diane, staring at me in wonder, ‘you sounded just like Sandra then, exactly like her! That same certainty, that same determination – just like her!’

I preened with satisfaction at the comparison, unconsciously sitting a little straighter and giving a slight toss of my head and shoulders to shake my curls down my back.

‘Wow! you look just like her too’, gasped Diane, ‘I mean, you looked then just like she did when we first … when I first her. Maybe a bit younger, you look like she must have as a teen …’ She gave a little shiver, and finished: ‘… ah, that takes me right back!’

‘Yeah?’ I enquired, even more pleased, for my Mom was and is a very striking woman, and her slim figure, her stylish dress sense, and – most of all – her unmistakeable confidence and authority still turn heads wherever she goes. I was suddenly curious, and asked:

‘So, when did you and Mom … start to … do you remember?’

Diane laughed, though her eyes were still intently upon me. ‘Babe, I’ll never forget, ever! I guess it’ll soon be coming up to eleven years now … I’d been assigned as an intern to work for your Mom, and on the second day she asked me to stay on late to finish some work, and then when we were alone she put me across her desk and fucked me till I nearly fainted … no one had ever taken me like that, never before … and, well, I’ve been hers ever since!’

‘Wow – that’s so hot!’ I said, fascinated by my new understanding of my mother; ‘so it’s Mom who takes the lead, then, who’s in charge?’

‘Oh, yes!’ Diane affirmed, ‘I’ve always been bottom to her top – except just occasionally she likes it the other way round … but even then I guess she’s still calling the shots, and I love to do whatever she wants.’

Well, well, I thought, here’s yet more that Mom and I have in common – for I have always been the initiator with Carrie-Anne, right from our very first fooling around; in our relationship, she is the submissive one, and there’s no doubt that she enjoys it even more when I get all heated up and forceful and aggressive with her: she’s such a pretty femme, it brings out the real domme in me – and now I know where I get that from. Yeah, if I’d had big-boob tight-ass Diane working as my cute intern, I’d have taken the first opportunity to bang her senseless as well, and sweep her away!

The picture that Diane’s words had painted was incredibly erotic, and together with the emotional backwash of my discovery of Mom’s sex life and my anxiety over having opened her present, and then the prospect of acquiring a superb strap-on with which I could shaft my cute girlfriend, it all made for a heady and explosive mixture. I could feel almost a starburst of heat and warmth and wet lust go off between my legs. I was looking down at Diane from my perch on the side of the armchair, and found that the view was dominated by the swell of her full breasts – which was the last straw.

There was no doubt that Diane was very turned on as well. She sat on the sofa, staring breathlessly up at me with a gleam in her eyes and a sudden flush in her cheeks. An even clearer tell-tale was provided by her bust, for now her hardened nipples were sticking out like little twin peaks through the fabric of her bra and cotton T-shirt. I could actually smell a faint trace of musky scent from her pussy, which was clearly wetting her panties.

I realised that until my revelation about fucking Carrie-Anne, Diane had never thought of me in a sexual context either – but suddenly her lover’s little girl, so familiar for so long, had vanished and been replaced by this stunning sexy vibrant teen, all pert tits and jutting tush, a nubile novice lesbian panting for sexual pleasure. Now we were both intensely aware of each other’s feminine curves, carnal potential and – there was no doubting it – immediate and total sexual availability!

Diane gazed at me in wide-eyed arousal, and her lips parted as she licked along them with a flick of the tip of her tongue – an unconscious invitation that sent an electrifying shiver down my spine, stiffening my tits into almost painful erection. I kept my eyes locked on hers as I slid off the side of the armchair to stand in front of her, towering over her for a few seconds to establish my undisputed dominance. Then I just acted on instinct, cupping my hand under her chin and leaning forwards to speak with absolute authority:

‘So … you like to be taken, do you? You just want to be taken, bitch, don’t you?!’

Diane swallowed and nodded mutely, her eyes wide with the most delicious combination of apprehension and desire. With both hands, I took grip on her shoulders and pushed – I used barely any pressure, but at once with a mewling whimper the submissive woman toppled onto her back, lying sprawled along the sofa as I swiftly straddled across her hips and pinned her in place.

‘Oh, no – Angie, no, you mustn’t … we shouldn’t …’ gasped my Mom’s lover, but it was the faintest of protests, a mere token, empty of any meaning or strength of will, and more than overtrumped by her very evident desire to be dominated and used. Diane offered no physical resistance at all, lying supine beneath me and gazing upwards in anticipatory surrender.

I was possessed by a sudden charge of dominating sexual energy – it was as if I was wired up to a power generator, and someone had just flipped a switch to ramp up the voltage. I relished the prospect of having this mature woman, this experienced lesbian … Jesus! I thought to myself with incredulous delight, I’m taking a bitch twice my age! and I’m gonna fuck her and fuck her till she can’t take it any more and begs for release – and then I’ll fuck the bitch some more!

I grasped Diane’s left breast through her T-shirt and the plain white bra beneath, and ferociously squeezed her ripe mound. She moaned and writhed under me, her eyes half-closed as she relished the erotic stimulation. Whether consciously intended or not, her hips thrust upwards under me, grinding the swell of her pelvis against the gusset of my panties, as I straddled across her with my legs arched wide apart. That further abrasive stimulus was all that I needed to throw discretion to the winds – I was suffused with lust and determined to slake it, whatever the cost. As I leaned over her, my nipples were stiff little points poking into my plain white school shirt, and I relished the way in which Diane’s eyes were locked onto them, as if she was hypnotised by the sway of my breasts above her.

‘I’m gonna have you, bitch … you’re mine, you slut, I’m having your cunt, right now!’ I growled.

‘Aaaahhh, yes!’ replied Diane, almost sobbing, ‘oh, fucking hell! Yes, yes, yes! Take me, Angie, please – take me now!’

I reached down to her midriff and pulled the T-shirt up to her armpits, exposing her stunning full breasts in their simple plain white underwired bra. I shoved both of my hands in underneath the bra cups from below, thrusting the garment upwards and seizing the naked flesh of each mammary. Again I mashed and mauled them, and then rubbed the ball of my thumb across her engorged nipples, sending quaking shivers throughout her body.

I was so fired up, there was no time or room for gentleness or subtlety here, indeed barely anything in the way of foreplay at all – and what there was, was solely driven by my needs. I guess that since my lesbian sexual awakening I had somehow managed to suppress from my conscious thoughts the luscious attractiveness of Diane’s curvaceous figure, and especially her bulging all-natural 32-E cup breasts above her trim narrow waist. Now I made up for lost time, rubbing them and pinching them and yanking and tweaking her tits. She began to jerk beneath me – not with any effort to get free, but from the nerve flashes that speared from her abused boobs straight to her soaking slit.

‘Oh my God, fucking fuck me, fuck me!’ wailed Diane, as she lost all of her inhibitions and any last shreds of self-control.

I relinquished her breasts, reached down to her waist and tugged her blue denim mini-skirt up above her hips. I gazed down in fascination at the quite austere plain white panties that were revealed – and the tell-tale wide dark patch over her crotch, where her flowing juices were soaking into them. With a feral grin, I reached with my forefinger to the centre of the wet patch, like an arrow flying true to the bull’s eye of the target. As I pressed down, pushing a fold of sodden cotton into the furrow of flesh beneath it, Diane gave a shudder. She closed her eyes for a second, and then opened them wide. All pretence was over now, as was any illusion that she was anything other than a puppet on my strings.

‘Aaaahh, oh fuck! yes! – Angie, please, use me, do me, fuck me now! – fuck me hard, fuck me so fucking hard!!’

What was it that Marlon Brando said in ‘The Godfather’? – oh yeah, ‘I’ll make them an offer they can’t refuse’. Well, I sure as hell wasn’t going to refuse this offer, you can bet your ass on it … mmm, in fact, please do!

I shifted a little down Diane’s legs and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties at each hip. She obligingly kept her thighs together and lifted her butt an inch or so off the sofa, making it easy for me with one swift tug to pull her panties right down to her ankles and then over her feet (the flip-flops having already flopped off). Turning back to my conquest, I placed my hands on the inside of each thigh just above the knee, and gently pushed outwards. At once, the mature submissive lesbian moved to obey the implicit command, spreading her legs apart and giving me my first full view of her cunt. As I expected, Diane’s pussy was smooth and fully-shaven, and her labia were projecting visibly at each side of her glistening gash.

Letting her stew in her own juices – quite literally – for a moment, I stepped off the sofa and quickly discarded the white shirt and tartan pleated mini-skirt that were part of my school uniform, which I had still been wearing when the mailman had knocked on the door with his package of dynamite. I kept on my bra, my knee-high white socks, my black shoes and – for another moment – my panties. Turning to face Diane, I took her left hand and placed it against my cunt, massaging my aching pussy with the heel of the older woman’s palm. Then I gestured to my panties, and gave my orders in a lust-soaked husky tone:

‘Take them down, bitch, take them off me!’

Diane swallowed and nodded, for refusal was far from her mind. With a wondering expression on her face, she reached out and peeled my tight panties down my legs, gazing with reverence at the trim teenage mound that came into view. When my mother’s lover had tugged my panties down below my knees, I took hold of them again and whisked them the rest of the way to the floor, stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Next, I knelt down on the floor for a second, reached into the black cardboard box, and then rose with supple youthful grace to my feet – with the strap-on harness and dildo triumphantly clutched in my right hand!

‘Eeeeekk!’ squealed Diane at the sight, with a mixture of surprise, fear and lust; ‘aaahh, Angie … oh, no, you shouldn’t … oh, my God!’

‘This is mine now!’ I declared, with a rasp in my voice; ‘you can get another one for Mom tomorrow – I’m having this, and I’m having YOU!’

Diane gave a little whimper, but made no other protest. She lay supinely on her back, with legs spread apart and cunt exposed, and gazed up at me in wide-eyed amazement. Putting the harness on wasn’t exactly rocket science; it was clear enough which bits went where, and then it was just a matter of setting the buckles to a comfortable tightness. However, what was new and unexpected was the sight of the great ribbed plastic pole sticking out from my crotch, and the way in which its weight hung on my hips and its projecting spear both unbalanced me and yet made me acutely aware of exactly where the tip of the dildo was. I found it incredibly arousing to have this phallic appendage – it seemed somehow just right for me, and I was consumed with a fiery desire to sink its rigid hardness deep into some soft surrendering female flesh.

I turned back to Diane, and this time I straddled across her chest, exciting myself by letting my naked butt settle on her pillowed breasts. But the reason for this position was not for that delight, but another more obvious purpose. Leaning forward, I brought the dildo to the older woman’s mouth, which opened at once to receive it. I slid about four inches into Diane’s mouth, as she avidly sucked and slurped, coating it with lubricating saliva.

After about thirty seconds of this, I could wait no more. I had to have this hot mature lezzie, and have her right NOW! I pulled the strap-on away from her face, slid back down the sofa to kneel between her widespread thighs, leaned forwards until the tip of the plastic phallus was resting against the middle of Diane’s slit – and then with no more ceremony, I bucked my hips and drove it into her hole, fast and deep and hard.

Diane screamed in anguish – but was it not a scream of pain, it was the howl of pent-up desire finding its release, the shriek of the dam breaking, the cry of the prize won. I gripped the bitch’s hips for leverage and began to pump the dildo in and out, each time with greater punishing force. It was devastating, it was destructive, but most of all it was exactly the way (so she told me later) that my Mom fucked Diane, especially if she’d not had her for a few days – and it was this, more than anything, that really blew Diane’s mind. In her titty-bursting pussy-flooding cunt-drilled roller-coaster ride to orgasm, my Mom and I blurred together, and it was as if she was being fucked stupid by a glorious young teenage Sandra … which just so happened to be one of Diane’s oldest and most powerful fantasies.

Me, I was just living for the ride, existing inside each second because it was so pure, so complete, and so vibrant with power. My pelvis swivelled on my hips like a demented pumping machine, pistoning the plastic rod into and out of Diane’s uncharted depths. The woman gave a hoarse cry, and reached up with her hands to grasp my bracing arms, like a drowning sailor might seize a life-belt. Her grip was desperate, her fingers digging into my upper arms as if she was clinging on for life itself. Diane’s mouth was gaping open, saliva drooling from one corner, and her eyes stared almost blindly at me. With another scream, this one in a deeper register that seemed to explode from her throat, her back arched and she drove her pelvis upwards against me, meeting my hardest inwards thrust half-way. The thirty-three year old’s body shook and quivered, and a warm trickle of sticky transparent cum-juice coursed from the bottom of her battered slit.

Diane slumped back bonelessly after her orgasm, panting like a landed fish, but I was far from finished. I pulled the dildo out of her vagina, which made a soft sucking ‘plop’ sound as the device slid free from her oozing hole. I let her have maybe ten seconds to catch her breath, and then I pulled her crumpled T-shirt over her head and gave her a firm smack on her left thigh.

‘Roll over, bitch!’ I instructed; ‘get on the floor, on your hands and knees, you dirty lezzie slut – you ain’t done yet, oh no, you cunt – you’ve got more to come, yeah – lots more, and you will come, you bitch, you sure will, ha ha!’

‘Oh! oh dear God, Angie … please! … oh, please …’ mumbled Diane, although it was quite unclear whether she was begging me to stop or to carry on. Not that it mattered, for the mature submissive lesbian didn’t get a vote in this – I wanted more of her pussy, and I was gonna have it! In fact, whatever thoughts were spinning in her head, Diane moved at once to comply, limply rolling sideways off the sofa to flop face-down on the carpet. For a moment, she lay there inertly, sprawled on her stomach and panting softly for breath. However, I gave her an impatient prod in the ribs with the toe of my sensible black school shoes, and with a struggle she groggily clambered up onto her hands and knees. Her back was sheened with sweat and her head hung down between her shoulders as if it was too great a weight to hold up, with her light brown hair curtaining her face from view.

I reached forwards and undid the clasp in the middle of the backband of her white bra, and let its straps fall down her arms until the empty bra cups landed on the carpet beneath her. She was now naked apart from the denim mini-skirt, which I rucked up higher around her waist, almost like a belt – I didn’t remove it, because I felt with her, as also often when fucking Carrie-Anne, that an almost naked female is even more attractive than a completely nude one, because leaving some scraps of clothing in place only serves to draw attention to how much has been removed, and how vulnerable are the pussy and tits now exposed. Thinking of the latter, I raked my nails down Diane’s spine from the base of her neck to the start of the cleft of her buttocks, making her quiver to my touch, and then ran my fingers around her ribs and under her chest, to scoop up her pendulously swaying breasts and cup their soft malleable heaviness in my palms. I took her nipples between each of my thumbs and forefingers, rubbed them back and forth vigorously, and finished with a sharp tug before releasing them. Diane moaned in response at this stimulus, and her back arched, thrusting her butt up and out towards me – just where I wanted it!

My own bra was itching me now, as my tits were so aroused and stiffly rubbing against its confining fabric. I uncoupled it and tossed it aside, but I kept on the last remaining parts of my school uniform – my white knee-high socks, and my flat-soled black shoes. I did this not just to save effort and time, but mostly because the shoes gripped very well on the carpet and would give me much better traction than my bare feet would – and I intended to be able to apply ever ounce of driving strength that I could!

I took a grip of Diane’s gorgeous ripe ass, kneading her butt-cheeks before sliding my hands down to their soft pale under-flesh. The mature woman quivered in expectancy as I eased her into an even more open stance, so that the broad curving base of her cunt was fully visible from my position kneeling behind her, with all of its magical pink fleshy folds and curls. I shifted the angle of my hips to bring the long shaft of the dildo up under her pussy, until its first two inches were pressing against the start of her slit, and slowly and tantalisingly abrading against it.

‘Oh! Angie … please! … aaahh, please, yes … please …’ Diane whimpered, but this time it was clear that she wanted it – not just from her words, but from every line of her straining body, as she arched her back and thrust her butt backwards and upwards, spreading her thighs to make herself as open as possible. I decided to tease her a little, to heighten both our anticipation to fever pitch. First, I rubbed the plastic pole harder and faster along the groove of her vagina, but without entering her in any way, and then I stopped and let it fall away from contact with her soft sticky pudenda. Diane gasped in avid arousal and then groaned in frustration as the nerve-tingling stimulus ceased.

I leaned forwards and hissed softly in her ear, my breath caressing her cheek: ‘What d’ya want, huh? Tell me what you want, you fucking bitch, and maybe you’ll get it! Beg for it, c’mon you dirty lesbo cunt – beg me for it, you filthy lezzie pussy-slut, fuckin’ beg me to do you!’

‘Oh, sweet heaven! Aaaooohh, Angie … aah! Oh, Jesus, you’re so hot – you’re as hot as your fuckin’ Mom – so do me, yeah, like she does, fucking have me! You know what I want – please, please, do me, oh please! Yes, do me, hard, I want it hard, fuck me so hard, make me fucking scream! Angie, please, don’t make me wait any more … oh, Lord above, fuck me, Angie, fuck me hard! … for God’s sake, please fuck me, NOW – please, I’m begging you – FUCK MY SLUTTY CUNT RIGHT NOW!!!

Diane had just about broken down completely, and all of her being was now concentrated in her pussy – indeed, it was her cunt-lips that were really speaking, wrenching from her mouth the desperate plea to be violently fucked by her new teenage nemesis.

I relished my sexual power over the mewling mature woman, glorying in the admission that I was as hot and hard a dyke domme as my sexy mother. I decided to change the angle of my attack – this time, the plastic spear of the dildo was pointing straight at Diane’s hole, which parted with lubricated ease when I applied a slow and gentle pressure. The dildo slid slowly into her – slowly not because of meeting any resistance, but because I had determined this time to fuck her in a quite different way from my first wild assault. I took a very measured pace, and as I had thought and hoped, this served to wind her up just as much as the battering-ram tactics that I had used earlier.

Diane began to shiver and shake, and her hands dug into the carpet like claws. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth hung open, with a trail of saliva dribbling from her lower lip. Her pleading took on a frantic edge:

‘Angie, oh help me! Angie, please, darling – not so slow, please not so slow – do me hard, I’m begging you! Harder! aaahh, yes – oh yes! Harder, for God’s sake, slam me – fuckin’ shaft me! Faster, please, for pity’s sake – please – Angie, please, you gotta fuck me harder, please fuck me harder!’

I began to increase the pace, not so much because of her pleas, but because I was getting really turned on myself. Still, I managed proudly to keep some self-control, and only slowly built up the speed and depth of my thrusts. Then I shifted up a couple of gears, and began to really hammer into her gully from behind. With a long moan, Diane thrust her ass even further out towards me, and I rewarded her silent supplication by shifting my stance a little upwards, which give me an even better angle of thrust.

Now I changed the mood – with frightening suddenness, I began to slam the dildo into and of my mother’s lesbian lover like a battering ram, hammering it home for all that I was worth, slapping the face-plate of the dildo against her rubbery slick-coated labia, and then pulling out again – only to repeat the process with lightning speed, over and over, until we were both covered in sweat from our labours. I grabbed a handful of her hair in my left hand and hauled back on it, making her give a scream of sexual agony as her head was yanked upwards. Meanwhile, my right hand reached under her now handily exposed chest, grasped her right breast, and mauled her nipple.

I rode that sexy mature brunette as hard as I could, putting all of my youthful strength and fierceness into it, powered by the raging fire of my lust to sexually dominate and ravish another female. It was in that moment that I truly entered into my inheritance – as a totally merciless dominant dyke fucker of soft submissive helpless cunts.

Diane’s noises had gone beyond being intelligible words, as I pounded her pussy with the strap-on and drilled it into her depths with savage force. Her head was slumped down onto the carpet, with her eyes screwed tightly closed but her mouth hanging wide open, and a pool of saliva collecting under her cheek. This posture shifted her butt further upwards, and I took full advantage of it. Placing both hands at her hips to steady myself, I rose onto my haunches above her, in a position of such awesome dominance over her prone body that just the sight nearly made me come myself. After the barest pause, I resumed fucking her cunt from the new angle, ravaging her gaping and dribbling hole even harder than before.

It was more by instinct than anything else that I added the coup de grace. I shifted my left hand from her waist to grasp the back of her neck, emphasising her utter submission by grinding her face into the carpet. This also braced me with sufficient balance to remove my right hand from her hips as well, and I used this to deliver a series of stinging slaps to her upthrust butt – each time that I yanked the dildo backwards, it afforded me the opportunity to deliver a sharp smack before I drove it back in again, so the poor mature submissive alternated almost with pause between the stimuli of the pile-driving penetration of her soft inner parts and the sting of pain from her abused ass.

I was surprised at how long she lasted – but I have since discovered that Diane has an amazing capacity to soak up sapphic sexual dominance. It is one of the reasons (though not the only one) why my mother kept her as a lover; apparently, Diane told me later, my Mom already had a ferocious reputation for going through the panties of all of the pretty interns (something Diane knew, which was why she was already trembling with arousal after Mom asked her to work late), but she usually soon got bored with them and discarded them for another – that is, until she found her perfect submissive partner in Diane.

Even so, not even the most experienced and capable of lesbian subs can hold out for ever, even though they long for their exquisite torture never to end. With a wild scream that turned into racking sobs and gasps, Diane flung her arms wide, her fingernails gouging into the carpet, and then her pelvis bucked upwards so violently that I was nearly dislodged, as a spray of pussy-cum squirted from her vagina in the moment of her thunderous orgasm.

It was incredibly arousing, and suddenly I could not wait for my own release. My hands tore frantically at the buckles of the strap-on’s harness, and in seconds I had pulled it out of Diane – making her jerk and cry out in climactic aftershock – and discarded it. The older woman was now slumped full length on the floor, face down, but I seized her by the shoulder and hip and rolled her onto her back. As she gazed up at me dazedly, I straddled her chest, took her chin in my grip, and almost shouted at her:

‘Eat me out, you filthy fucking cunt! Finish me! You’re my bitch now, as much as you’re Mom’s, so you better fuckin’ make me come, and make it good! Eat my slit, bitch, NOW!’

Diane had no opportunity to reply, for with the last word I lurched forwards and dropped my cunt right onto her face, grinding my pussy against her mouth. I need not have worried – this well-used sub knew the importance of pleasing her mistress, and getting her off when she demanded it! At once I felt Diane’s surprisingly large and agile tongue (another of the reasons Mom kept her, I think) squirrel into my slit, thrusting inwards and then driving for my clit like a heat-seeking missile. I was so close to coming that it only took a few rasps of Diane’s firm tongue to trigger my explosion. I shrieked as I climaxed, with my back arched and my head flung backwards, and I drenched Diane’s mouth and cheeks with my pussy juice, which she avidly lapped up.

With a satisfied moan, I slumped sideways off the prone woman to lie on my back on the carpet next to her. For a while, I remained there, letting the sweat cool on my body and my breathing and heartbeat return to something approaching normal, and luxuriating in the feeling of release and lassitude that followed in the wake of my tremendous orgasm. However, eventually I roused myself and struggled to an upright position, sitting on the floor and with my back leaning against the sofa. Now that my passionate lust had been slaked, I was spent and rather shell-shocked by what had just happened. Even so, I knew that I could not have prevented it, any more than a rock dislodged from the top of a mountain can stop the resulting avalanche. Diane moved to sit companionably next to me, her right shoulder and arm resting warmly against my left side.

‘Wow!’ I said, exhaling with exhausted satisfaction; ‘that was totally amazing – absolutely fucking incredible!’

‘Absolutely incredible fucking, you mean’, murmured Diane, as her sweat-sheened and pussy-juice-streaked face broke into a shattered smile. ‘God, yes! – that took ten years off me’, she continued, ‘it took me right back to the first times with Sandra, when she was so fierce and just about insatiable! Not that it isn’t hot between us now, I mean’, she hastened to add; ‘she gives me a real workout, does your Mom, believe me! – but I guess after a decade or more together, well, things become a little more predictable, shall we say. So, yes, I’ve not been had like that – not cum like that – in a long time!’

I looked at my Mom’s so-sexy and so-submissive lesbian lover out of the corner of my eye.

‘Mom and Carrie-Anne must never, ever, ever know about this’, I solemnly affirmed, to which Diane hastily agreed. ‘But …’ I added, and then left it trailing there, the invitation unstated but obvious.

‘Yeah …’ breathed Diane, both of us using a single word to imply unspoken volumes. Without her even realising it, her right hand had slipped up her thigh to rest gently against her mound, whilst her legs automatically had eased further apart. I was aware of this subtle but intensely erotic movement in my peripheral vision, and it crystallised my thoughts. Diane was just too sexy with her big breasts, wide hips and capacious cunt, and most of all with her thrilling combination of mature experience and submissive acceptance. The sense of power that I had gained from dom-fucking an older woman had been absolutely amazing, and it had super-charged all of my erogenous zones. There was just no way that this could be a one-off, or that I was going to forego tasting this heady wine again. It would be a purely physical relationship, as both Diane and I were emotionally committed elsewhere – Carrie-Anne was and would be my love as well as my lover, and Diane was happily and unshakeably bonded with my Mom – but because of that, we could be utterly uninhibited with each other, and enjoy just having sex in its simple purity and glory.

I turned slightly towards Diane (as would be natural between us, I was the initiator once again), and placed my hand between her legs, covering the hand that she had resting against her cunt, and grinding it down against her.

‘You know that this ain’t finished, you slut, don’t you?’ I demanded in my best apprentice-dominatrix style. ‘I’ll want you again – and you’ll want me again, won’t you? Be honest, admit it!’

She didn’t even try to pretend otherwise, arching her hips wide apart so that I could gouge her own hand hard into her puffy labia and the slick groove of her gash.

‘Aaaahh, Angie! … yes, I know … ooh-ahhh, yes … yes, I do, oh babe, yes – I do too!’

I was getting warmed up again, starting to think that I’d like to fuck her some more, but then my eye caught the clock on the wall. Shit! – in less than an hour Mom would be getting home from work, and she would be worried if I wasn’t there without any explanation – and explanations were something that I wanted to steer very well clear from. I gave Diane a last firm rub of her slit and pulled on both her nipples, and then said reluctantly that I had better be on my way. Diane gave me an amused look, and said that I certainly couldn’t turn up at home like this – that the smell of cunt-cum was all over me!

She stood up and extended a hand down to me, helping me to my feet. Then she ushered me into her shower room, which – surprise, surprise – seemed to have been designed primarily with the aim of having room enough for two (or even more!) at the same time. She dropped her denim mini-skirt onto the bathroom floor, and I discarded my shoes and knee-high socks beside it. For the first time both of us were totally naked, and we took a moment to admire each others’ curves, before stepping into the shower cubicle and sliding closed its glass door. Diane turned on the gushing hot water and I stood under it, soaking in the warmth and luxuriating in its stinging massage of my head, shoulders, back and breasts.

Diane opened a bottle of shower gel and poured some into her cupped right hand, which she then proceeded to massage all over me, naturally paying particular attention to my breasts and the join of my legs. When I was lathered all over, I took the bottle from her and returned the favour – but when it came to soaping her pussy, I just couldn’t resist sliding two fingers right up inside her, and then, as she leaned her shoulder-blades against the tiled wall, splaying her hands out wide to maintain her balance, with the hot water cascading off the stiff points of her prominent breasts, I quickly finger-fucked her to one last bone-shaking cum.

After this we rinsed each other off, and then when we stepped out of the shower, Diane knelt in homage in front of me as she gently towelled me dry. At last, satisfied with the thoroughness of her service, she cast aside the damp towel and brought her lips to my cunt, placing a gently reverent kiss right on the middle of my slit. Then with a fond slap on my rump, she told me to get dressed, and run along. I was almost skipping along the pavement as I left her building ten minutes later, with the wiped and dried strap-on harness and its dildo wrapped up in some plastic bags and nestling securely at the bottom of my backpack.

And so our secret sapphic liaison began, purely by the chance of a package being delayed in the post. Two weeks after this first thunderclap of sexual awakening, I went to her apartment on a Saturday afternoon when Mom had to go out of town on business, and we had a wild fuckathon for nearly three hours – in fact, I had to go home and lie down for a while to rest, before I was due to meet up with Carrie-Anne at seven o’clock. My skills at love-making with my sweet girlfriend advanced by leaps and bounds, to her amazement and delight, and soon I introduced her to the massive strap-on (telling her that I had managed to order it over the internet and hide the parcel from Mom when it arrived). Carrie-Anne was apprehensive and dismayed by its size when she first saw it, but once I had buckled it around my hips she became thoroughly aroused, and – as I had been sure – her cunt opened up and her vagina accommodated its massive length and thickness, though with many a gasping shudder and groan.

Since that second time, during the last three months I have had a session with Diane about once every three weeks – an infrequency which has made it easier to find times when our meeting can be kept quite secret, and which has heightened our sense of expectation, so that it is a special treat and not something to be taken for granted. In our last marathon fuck, I took Diane so hard and long with a strap-on in the doggy position, finally making her cum with explosive force three times in four minutes, that after the final climax she collapsed under me like a puppet whose strings had been slashed through. She flopped down onto her stomach, sprawling on the carpet with her breasts squashed under her and her arms outflung. I was in full flow, and looking down at her supine mature body, I suddenly knew what to do. I slid the heavy dildo out of her pussy, adjusted my position slightly, placed the tip of it in the middle of her puckered ass-hole, and then – before she could realise what I intended – I rammed it into her ass, and began a merciless pumping butt-reaming anal fuck.

Diane howled with shock and pain, but she was powerless to throw me off, having no leverage. At her first reaction, I placed the palms of my hands onto the middle of each of her shoulder blades, using my weight to force her to remain flat on the floor, as she clawed fruitlessly at the carpet, yowling and pleading.

‘AAARRGGHH! OOOH, CHRIST! PLEASE, NO!! ANNGGGIIIEEEEEE! URRGGH! NO, NO! ANGIE, YOU CAN’T!! OH, GOD, NOOOO!! AAH-AARRGH-AAIIEEEE!!’

I ignored this – or rather, I savoured it as the rightful tribute to my dominating sexual drive – because her body was already betraying her and starting to respond, humping back against my thrusts to maximise their impact, and before long she dissolved into utter incoherency as a tidal wave of orgasms engulfed her.

As Diane gasped and shivered in post-climactic reaction, I pulled the dildo out of her ass-hole. After a few moments of gulping for air, she recovered enough to roll over onto her back and, as was our way after a big fuck, I nestled down beside her and we gently caressed each others’ breasts, stomachs and cunts.

‘My God, Angie’, she said shakily, ‘I’ve not been ass-fucked in more than ten years – I’ve forgotten what it’s like, that unique and unrepeatable mixture of pain and pleasure!’

My surprise must have shown on my face, for Diane laughed and explained that ass-fucking was the one thing that my Mom really didn’t like – she didn’t enjoy doing it to someone else, and she had always adamantly refused to entertain the idea of anyone doing it to her. So, as Diane was not the one who made the rules in their relationship, she had been happy to let it go – after all, her gloriously athletic, dynamic and sensual lover satisfied every other need that she had, physical and emotional, to an extent which she had never dared to believe would be possible.

Well, well, I mused to myself – here’s something that Mom and I really DON’T have in common! I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of ass-fucking, and now that I had done it once on Diane I was determined to use her that way regularly, and also slowly to ease Carrie-Anne along a similar path of anal submission. But then, I thought, that’s only right and proper – each generation should make an advance on the one that came before, shouldn’t they?

If you enjoyed this, check out the previous three stories in the series – to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story (where you can also find my other all-girl lesbian stories). The final two stories will follow in the next few weeks.

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Jade teases her sister publicly, and we find out how the food chain is organized in the household

SHOUTOUT TO Imnoangel FOR THE IDEAS FOR THIS STORY

It was a couple days after the wonderful birthday Jade had had. Bailey decided to take her sister shopping. They went out to the mall to get some clothes, and to screw around for a while, happy to be out of the house. They tried on all the cutest bra and underwear combos, as well as some skirts, jeans, tops, and whatever the hell else they could find. It didn’t matter, they were having fun.

        Bailey decided on a pair of tight jeans and a pink crop top that showed off her belly and breasts nicely. Very hot. Jade chose a light green skirt with an adorable shirt to match. The skirt, if you looked at the right angle, was transparent enough that you could see her butt, which bounced as she stepped.

        The mall had a movie theater, and they decided to go watch something. What they decided on was the newest chick flick, a drama about vampires and werewolves like always, played by the cutest actors all the girls drooled over.

        “Can I borrow your chapstick sis?” Jade asked. “Sure whatever” Bailey answered, lost in the movie. Jade reached toward her purse that was in her lap, but instead reached into her jeans and felt her lips through the thin material she was wearing underneath. She inhaled sharply through her nostrils and her eyes widened, but she didn’t move.

        Jade smiled, and knew she had her big sister right where she wanted her. She continued to feel her, grabbing her panties and pulling them against her slit, which was getting wetter by the second. Bailey’s face reddened, and she squeezed her purse closer to her to hide her sister’s hand as much as possible. Jade slipped a finger into her, and Bailey covered her mouth and whimpered. “Stop” she whispered helplessly. Jade only smiled and continued. Bailey started to grind her hips forward and back in her seat. When Jade saw that her sister was about to finish, she pulled her hand out and acted like nothing happened, giving her a wink. Bailey sat in her seat, mouth open, and was still squirming. “Little bitch” she thought to herself. E..excuse me, I…I need to go to the bathroom” she said, and ran out of the theatre. Jade sat smirking, and watched the movie.

        Bailey reached the bathroom, ran into a stall, slammed and locked the door, and undid her jeans, hands shaking with the excitement that her devil of a sister had built up in her. She sat down and rubbed herself with lightning quick fingers, eyes closed to some very racy thoughts that were pent up in her mind. She shuddered as she finished, it took everything she had not to scream. She didn’t wash her hands on purpose, and returned to her seat. She held her hand up to Jade’s nose, and she inhaled the hot, overpowering aroma of her own creation on her fingers. She hummed happily, a smile still on her face.

        The movie finished, and the hot smell of her incestuous sister was overwhelming, and she hardly made it to the car. Bailey drove them home listening to the sounds of her little sister loosening the tension that she had built up.

They arrived home, and as they carried their bags of clothes to their room, they heard a noise coming from their mother’s room. Jade shrugged and they entered to see what was going on. Both of them instantly recovered from the days events as they watched the scene. Dylan had Emily on her hands and knees, and there were red handprints on her ass cheeks. She was gagged with his cock, and every time she tried to come up for air, he gave her a hard slap on the ass, and she cried out, tears dripping from her cheeks, (the ones on her face haha) and bobbed back down, engulfing the entirety of her son’s raging member down her throat. She turned around, and presented her beaten ass to him, back arched. “Fuck your mommy you filthy little bastard” she hissed through gritted teeth. He plunged into her, and gripped her hips like there was no tomorrow. She backed up into him as he slammed forward.

        “Yeah that’s right, I know you like it when mommy fucks you hmmm honey? Oooooh yeah you do”. He pulled on her black ponytail, and leaned near her ear, looking into the terrified whites of her eyes, and whispered “Shut up BITCH I do what I want” this made her even more excited, she loved her son’s dominance. Listening to him dirty talk her combined with his pounding into her caused her to go over the edge, and she came, juices gushing onto him. He pulled out, and grabbed her roughly, throwing her down on the bed on her back, watching her chest heave as she breathed heavily with excitement. He barely got her down in time as he came, splashing jizz onto her breasts and belly, a spurt or two hitting her mouth. He collapsed for a moment, and he kissed his mother passionately, tasting a little of himself on her lips. He left the room, giving Bailey a wink and a quick grab of Jade’s ass through her new skirt. She squealed and smiled. Jade shut the door behind her.

        “Come here my loves” she said in a sing song voice, with a hint of sensuality. They obeyed, and stood in front of their mother. “Teasssse me honey” she said to Jade. She stripped her skirt and shirt off slowly, unhooked her bra, and slid her panties off, tossing them behind her with a flick of her foot. Then she started on her sister, pulling up her shirt, and pulling down her jeans. She unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts, and the hard nipples at the ends of them. She slid down, pulled her now wet panties off with her teeth. Her mother recovered quickly at the sight, and her breathing, which had slowed down, sped up again.

        “Your mother is in a very sticky situation right now, and she would appreciate it if she was cleaned up” she said. The two sisters moved in unison, and tongued their brother’s cum off of her breasts and belly. Emily stood up, and walked around behind her daughters. “Lie down” she ordered. They obeyed, laying on the bed face up. Her mother used the fuzzy handcuffs she had retrieved from her drawer, and locked up Jade’s right, and Bailey’s left hand to the appropriate bedpost. She then took a piece of rope and tied their remaining hands together, so they were a helpless mess.

        Mom what are you…AH!!” Jade was interrupted by her mother tweaking her nipple, hard. “Your brother may be my dominant, but I am yours!” She hissed. She looked at Bailey. “Oh and I KNOW you’re excited sweetie, I heard about you and Sagey” Bailey let out a small squeal of excitement, and bit her lip. Emily climbed on top of the two horny teenagers, tits swinging freely, and slid a finger into each of them. They moaned together, and their mother placed another finger in the same spot, using her thumb to rub their clits, which were enlarged with excitement.

        “Whoever covers my hand with cum first gets punished” she put emphasis on this last word. They both tried to hold back as long as possible, but Bailey lost, as this fetish turned her on more than her younger counterpart. She cried out as she came, and stuttered “P…please punish me m…mommy” she finished Jade off and left her to reel in waves of pleasure. She turned her attention back to her eldest daughter, who had lost her sexy little competition. She dove headfirst into her daughter, using her tongue and two fingers to rub and suck her. She came again, and her mother continued.

        “Mom stop please I’m soooo fucking sensitive, it hurts, it HURTS!” She shrieked this last word as she came for the fourth time. She sat up, deciding she had had enough, and cleaned her lips, which were covered in her daughters lubricant. She unlocked the two, and as she left the room, gave Jade a wiggle of her ass, which was still beaten red, and said “Clean your sister up, she’s been through a lot today” she giggled and left the room. Jade used her mouth to softly clean her sister, who was still convulsions and whimpering. When they had recovered, Bailey fell right asleep, and Jade followed. They had both had a very long day.

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Becky’s dilemma

“Mom, I’m done, can I be excused?” Sophie didn’t wait for an answer before grabbing Becky upstairs.

“I don’t want to do this anymore, Soph.” Becky said unconvincingly as they sat on Sophie bed.

“If it feels good, why not?” Sophie argued. She wanted to pick up where they left off before her man-child cousin interrupted. She reached up and rubbed her own nipples again. She shivered again.

Sophie stepped closed and reached out but Becky took a step back, held there for a moment then forward again, like she changed her mind. Sophie lightly parted Becky’s folded arms and saw the nipples were ready to be played with again.

Instead of reaching for them, Sophie eased Becky’s swimsuit straps and exposed her under-developed chest. She’d seen them a million times before, but oh, never like this.

Becky’s body glistened with pink blush. Her nipples were dark from the rushing blood. Becky closed her eyes to accept the oncoming pleasures from her BFF.

Sophie cupped Becky’s small breasts. Becky’s nipples tickled her palm as she caressed her breasts. Becky breathy moans grew louder and Sophie felt her own blushing face flushed with heat.

Becky reached out her freckled arms and touched Sophie’s bikini top. Her friend let out a small moan as she cupped these full soft breasts. Sophie’s nipples weren’t as big as her own, but the electric shock waves were equally intense.

The girls closed their eyes to enjoy each other’s sweet torture. Their bodies jerked and jolted with the waves and their moans and breaths became short and intense.

Shy Becky was the one who started exploring. She parted the curls from her face and loosened the knot on Sophie’s bikini bottom. Her girlish fingers played with her best friend’s pubic hair and found them moist as she was sure hers was equally wet.

She had experienced her own womanhood only once before and her friend guided her, “oh god, Becky, oh Becky! keep going, go a little lower!’

Her fingers went along the reddiesh patch and found Sophie’s swollen clit completely soaked in thick love lotion.

Sophie’s body convulsed and jerked as Becky’s fingers moved up and down along the slit. ‘oh god, Becky!’

Becky let go of the embrace to kneel behind her friend. She reached around for her clit. Her other hand found a nipple and brushed it fast. Sophie was in heaven again with bucking hips and flailing hair. Becky closed her eyes to enjoy her friend’s moans. She liked being in control.

‘Becky, stop, I’m going to pee!’

‘No you are not, and I’m not stopping’ Becky had heard of the word ‘cum,’ but wasn’t quite sure what it was. She wanted her lover to find out.

Her hand moved even faster now. Suddenly Sophie got quiet then let out a scream. Becky knew she had taken her friend to a place she’d like to visit real soon.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing in there?” Adam banged on the door.

“uhhhh…nothing! Hold on! Don’t come in!” The girls were back to being girls again.

On the other side of the door Adams heard loud scrambling and could swear Sophie said, “where is my bikini bottom?”

He smirked to himself. He had fantasized about girls but never his little cousins!

If he was honest he would admit that he has been jerking off more to Sophie than Aunt Lauren since last winter; since Sophie’s tits got bigger by the week.

“Hey, is my towel in there? I need to shower!” he shouted into the door.

“I don’t know! I’m not your maid!”

“It’s that blue one. Can I come in to look?”

He heard Becky’s giggles then “sure, come on in.”

All seemed normal but the girls’ hair were beyond messy and there was a musty smell in the air.

“What were you doing in here? Were you wrestling? Why were you screaming?!” He pretended ignorance and pressed hard.

“Not exactly wrestling, but we WERE screaming.” The girls giggled into each other’s eyes.

“Whatever, here’s your towel.” Becky bent over. Her cute ass was in his full view. The wet patch between her legs was way too obvious to ignore.

“And why were you listening?” Sophie demanded. Adam knew she wasn’t as upset as she pretended to sound
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“Umm…I wasn’t listening….I wanted my towel.”

“And you waited until we were done, did you?” Becky chimed in. Adam called this “The double barrel” and he hated it when both girls fired at him at once.

“What do you have in your pocket?” Becky pointed at his crotch.

Adam looked down, his boner was bursting thru this swim trunks.

Before he answered Sophie approached, “we want to see it!”

“it’s nothing, you don’t want to know!” god, Becky is making him so horny!

“We want to see it!” Becky demanded again.

Sophie didn’t wait and reached her hand in his pocket. She touched his beefy rod and took her hand back quickly.

“What was that?!” She shouted and rubbed her hand as if she had touched poison.

Becky smirked, “It’s Adam’s friend!” She did mocking air quotes.

“Where did you learn that, Bean Pole?” Adam asked in amusement.

“I told you to never call me that again!” Becky threw a pillow at him. There was a bit of venom in that.

Adam turned to Sophie, “Stop playing, you’re my cousin, I’m not gonna show you my wiener!”

“But you, Bean Pole,” he turned to Becky, “I can show.”

Becky’s face turned beet red. After all, she’d only heard this sort of thing through school girl giggles. Now she’s getting a chance to see the real thing, was she ready for it? Was will she do with it?

*****
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Sometimes it takes time away from home to give you the chance to experience new things. This is the first part of Sangeeta’s experiences in Prague.

1. Sangeeta & Angela

Random Guy
Sangeeta was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to Angela fucking some guy she’d found in the bar that they’d visited that evening. First of all there was the talking, but that didn’t last long as neither of them really spoke the same language, then things got quiet. Sangeeta assumed that they was kissing and feeling each other up. Then the regular sound of the bed, so that was when they started fucking, and the grunts and moans from Angela told Sangeeta that she was getting close to orgasm. She found Angela was far more religious than she had imagined, as she’d called out “Fuck me, oh God, fuck me,” time and time again over the last 20 minutes.

Finally things had built to a climax, with the noise of the bed getting faster and faster, and the calls from Angela getting faster and louder, then finally the guy started calling out in some language she didn’t recognise.

Then things went quiet.

Thank God they were finished.

It was a funny experience. She didn’t really want to know about Angela having sex with some random guy. But at the same time she’d found it arousing, and had lain their rubbing her clitoris, and playing with her nipples listening to Angela getting her brains banged out in the next room. Sangeeta hadn’t come, but she was very aroused, thinking about what it would have been like to have a new cock inside her. It did answer one question that she had wondered about for years – Angela wasn’t a lesbian. Or at least not only a lesbian.

How Some Random Ended Up in her Apartment
It had sounded like a good idea when Angela had first suggested coming over to visit her in Prague. Sangeeta didn’t know anyone, except at the university, and was a bit lonely. The apartment had a spare room, so Angela could stay for a few weeks having a cheap holiday while keeping Sangeeta company during the week, and travelling with her at weekends.

But it hadn’t worked out that way. On the second evening she was in Prague, Angela insisted that she and Sangeeta go out for a few drinks at one of the bars in the centre of town. Angela had gone out in one of the short, tight skirts she wore so often to show off her slim hips and tight ass. On top she was wearing a little top, with her look finished off by lot of makeup. The only concession to the cold was a jacket that she took off the moment she got to the bar.

Sangeeta had been more conservative in her choice of clothes, but the blue, low cut top showed of her large breasts, while her tight black trousers showed her ass off.

Then Angela started drinking as fast as she could. She always drank with remarkable speed, and with her small frame, she quickly got very drunk. Angela continuously encouraged Sangeeta to drink, buying her another glass of wine even when she didn’t want it, so Sangeeta got drunk too, though not as badly as Angela.

They were two drunk aged women in a bar, obviously tourists or visitors, and so the inevitable happened. Men started chatting to them, offering them more drinks. Angela was happy to let them start touching her, first her arm, then her back, then patting her ass, kiss on the cheek, hand on her thigh, kiss on the mouth, and finally hand up her skirt. Angela responded in kind, drunkenly groping the men, letting her hands wander freely, stroking their crotches, pressing her ass against their groins, feeling the stiff cocks pressing against her.

Sangeeta was more reserved, after all she was married, but none the less, men pursued her. She tried explaining she was married, pointing to the rings on her finger. But apparently they didn’t understand her English. Or maybe they understood, but didn’t care since they weren’t interested in marrying her.

When it came time to go home, Angela whispered in Sangeeta’s ear “which one do you want?”

“What do you mean?”

“Which one are you going to take back to the apartment?”

Sangeeta was shocked, “I’m not going to go home with anyone.”

“Have you got someone else here?” asked Angela.

“No! Of course not,” replied Sangeeta.

“You know – what happens on the road stays on the road. You’ve been here two weeks, and you haven’t fucked. You’ll get tense.”

“I would never do something like that.”

“All that time your husband spends on the travelling – you don’t think he’s managed to find a few girls around the place.” Angela had known Sangeeta’s husband for many years, and knew that he was clearly a ladies man. She’d never tried him herself, but it was pretty obvious he was a player.

Sangeeta thought back over all those trips her husband had taken, when he’d come back suspiciously “drained” when they first had sex, the smell of perfume on some shirts, of things that looked a lot like love bites.

“I’d never do that,” Sangeeta finally said to Angela.

There were some disappointed men that evening when Sangeeta walked out alone. They’d wasted their money buying drinks for some cock tease.

Sangeeta Gets Fucked by the Random Guy Too
When they had gotten back to her apartment, Angela had dragged the guy to her room, and Sangeeta had gone to bed, the room spinning a bit after all the alcohol she had consumed.

Now Angela had quietened down, she hoped to get some sleep. Hopefully Angela wouldn’t decide to have a repeat performance with the guy. And even better, if she kicked the guy out before breakfast so Sangeeta wouldn’t have to deal with the embarrassment of the aftermath of Angela’s one night stand.

Sangeeta heard the door to her room open and someone came in. Hopefully Angela didn’t want to talk to her about her latest sexual conquest.

She felt the bed spread get lifted up and said “Angela! What are you doing?” and reached out to push her away. Instead her hands encountered a naked man, who proceeded to climb on top of her. Sangeeta couldn’t dislodge him, and felt the man pull up the tee shirt nightie Sangeeta was wearing up, revealing her pussy and breasts. Sangeeta tried to grab his balls so she could squeeze them and get him away from her, instead she got his penis which was very hard and surprisingly thick. She tried to squeeze it, but it had no effect. He prized her hand off it, and used his thighs to lever her legs apart.

Sangeeta called out “Angela! Help me!” and saw a light come in the apartment, giving a little bit of light in her bedroom. Then Angela’s shape appeared in the doorway, silhouetted by the light from somewhere in the apartment.

“Don’t worry, you’ll manage without my help,” said Angela. “I told him he should fuck you before he went home. You need to get over your ‘I’m married’ thing. I know your husband and I’m sure it doesn’t let it stop him.”

Sangeeta felt the guy push inside her, sliding all the way in on the first stroke. “Unnh,” groaned Sangeeta in response to a long thick penis sliding into her. Listening to Angela and playing with her pussy had made her wet, and even though she knew she shouldn’t fuck this guy, she was surprised how aroused she was by the experience. He started fucking her, driving in and out of her pussy.

She enjoyed the experience more than she should have. The guy was probing her deeply, and she was getting more and more aroused. He rearranged himself slightly so he could suck on her nipples, then sat up and put his legs over his shoulders. When he started plunging in and out of her, his penis went to new depths. She started grunting “Fuck me, fuck me” as he plunged into her, and finally she orgasmed, her back arching, just before he blasted a load of cum into her.

He slumped forward on to her, kissing her, while she held on to his ass. She knew she shouldn’t have, but she was glad that she had.

He left not long afterwards, pausing, Sangeeta assumed, to put his clothes on before leaving the apartment.

Sangeeta never saw him again.

Sangeeta Thinks about her Night
Sangeeta woke the next morning, the feeling of her pussy reminding her of the pounding she had received the night before.

That fucking bitch Angela. Telling some strange guy to fuck her.

At the same time, she had to admit that the random fuck had really relaxed her. Maybe the guy just climbing on top of her and fucking her brains out was just what she needed.

2. Angela Makes Sangeeta a Slut

Clothes Shopping
She didn’t know how it happened. She had meant to kick Angela out. How had she ended up sitting on another bar stool, wearing a new skirt that was too tight, and a newly bought top that was cut too low, and a set of lacy red lingerie?

She’d called the lab saying she wasn’t feeling well. They’d wanted to send her to a doctor, but had finally been convinced it was just a little stomach upset from the chicken in a cream sauce. And it was the cream that caused the problem – from some stranger pounding her vagina to pieces and filling her with his cream.

Instead of working she’d gone out shopping with Angela. They’d tried on all sorts of clothes before settling on her purchases. The town seemed full of fashion shops.

They were in a new bar, and the guys were paying the two of them even more attention. Guys that liked drunk skinny sluts were all paying attention to Angela, while men who liked bustier women that were a bit exotic were chatting up Sangeeta.

She knew Angela was going to pick someone. But Sangeeta still wasn’t sure if she was going to have the nerve to ask some stranger home and let him have sex with her for no reason, other than she felt like having sex.

Sangeeta & Angela Pick Up Two More Guys
At the end of the night Sangeeta wasn’t sure what to do. She had been paying particular attention to a cute guy, and he’d been responding. His hand was currently resting on her leg, stroking between her thighs, slipping further up with every stroke. Sangeeta knew she was wet, and her nipples were stiff.

Finally Sangeeta didn’t have to do anything. Angela leant across to Sangeeta and kissed her on the mouth “We’re going home,” she said, before putting her hand around Sangeeta’s man’s waist and saying “You too.” He didn’t really speak much English, but he got the idea.

As they had walked to her apartment, her arm had been around the man’s waist, holding him tight against her. His left arm had started around her shoulders, before slipping down to her waist, then onto her ass. While they walked along Sangeeta took the chance to kiss him on the cheek, and he responded by quickly kissing her on the lips. Underneath her jacket and blouse, and inside her lacy red lingerie, Sangeeta knew her nipples were stiff and hard. She was glad she had a jacket on so that no one could see how aroused she was. Her panties were wet from the juices leaking from her vagina. He had her ready for cock before he had even gotten to her apartment.

Soon the four of them were walking in the door to Sangeeta’s apartment and Angela quickly had drinks in everyone’s hands. Before Sangeeta knew what was happening, and she found herself kissing this strange man, his tongue probing her mouth. His hands stroked her ass, her back, her legs, her breasts, and he ran them through the long black hair on her head.

She watched Angela out the corner of her eyes, seeing her kissing her man, unbuttoning the top button on her skirt, unzipping it, and then letting it drop to the ground. While he was playing with her ass, which was covered by a lacy white g-string, Angela undid his trousers, pulling them a little down so she could put her hand down his shorts and play with his penis.

Sangeeta felt her blouse being undone, and a hand slipping inside to play with her boobs, cupping them, and pulling the bra down a little so he could get to her nipples, squeezing them and rolling the between his fingers before leaning down and licking and sucking them. His hands were on her ass, his mouth was on her nipples. Sangeeta was too aroused to stop and think about what was happening, so when he pushed her down onto the couch she complied, letting him pull her skirt up and pull her panties down. Soon his head was between her thighs, licking her clitoris, his fingers inside her.

Angela was sitting at the other end of the couch while her man was standing. Angela had his cock in her mouth, her head bobbing backward and forward. From the look on his face, he was close to cumming, and Sangeeta knew she was close too. Her partner had his tongue on her clitoris, and the fingers of one hand jammed in her vagina, rubbing her g-spot, while the other hand was cupping her large breasts, playing with her dark brown nipples.

Angela finally got the man to cum in her mouth, filling it with his white juice. After the first load, she pulled away from his cock, letting the next shot of his white cum shoot onto her chest, before it ran down her skin ending running into the gap between her small breasts and the a-cup of the white lace bra she was wearing.

Sangeeta couldn’t hold back and found herself and had an orgasm of her own, her hands pressing her man’s head into her crotch, while arching her back, and letting out a long groan. She relaxed, savouring the moment and the sensation, when she was surprised to find Angela kissing her, pushing some of the cum that she had taken in her mouth into Sangeeta’s mouth.

“Taste’s yummy, doesn’t it?” Angela said in Sangeeta’s ear, before she went back to her man’s penis, sucking it to get the last bit of juice out of it, and to get it ready for the next round.

Sangeeta wasn’t sure, as she hadn’t tasted cum before, but she was finding the experience overloaded her senses, so she couldn’t react, other than to savour the saltiness of the cum, and the sensation of a woman kissing her. Angela seemed to like kissing her.

The man positioned himself in front of Sangeeta, undoing his trousers, and pulling them down. His penis was hard and ready. Without giving Sangeeta time to recover, he rubbed his penis through her pubic curls before putting the tip inside her, slowly thrusting deeper and deeper. Sangeeta didn’t think she was going to cum with his fucking, but after her orgasm, she was happy to take a hard cock however she could get it.

Angela had all of her clothes off, her skinny body lying naked on the floor. She was masturbating herself, while the guy was standing over her, masturbating himself while looking at her tiny breasts, and dark patch of pubic hair. He focused on Angela’s fingers sliding in and out of her vagina, and masturbating her clitoris. Once he was stiff again, he got on top of Angela, entering into her wet, warm, vagina.

Sangeeta watched Angela getting screwed, while enjoying the cock sliding in and out of her own body. It wasn’t long before she felt the guy shooting his load of cum inside her, feeling him pull out and slouch on the couch beside her, panting to recover his breath. She knew his cum was leaking from her vagina, but she just sat back, playing with her nipples, fingering her vagina, and watch Angela getting screwed in different positions. Finally Angela was on her hands and knees, one hand rubbing her clitoris, while the man had his hands around her waist letting him fuck her hard. Sangeeta watched them both cum, the man shooting his semen deep into Angela. The look on their faces fascinated Sangeeta, with the loss of control combined with the look of ecstasy.

Angela slumped onto the floor, with the man beside her.

After lying there for ten minutes, Angela said “Time for bed,” before standing up and walking to where Sangeeta was sitting. She bent down and kissed Sangeeta, squeezing her breast, before taking the hand of Sangeeta’s man. “And time for a change of cock,” Angela added, taking Sangeeta’s man into her bedroom.

Angela’s man stood up and came over to Sangeeta, he took her hand, taking her to the other bedroom.

After she had gotten into bed, she had sucked the guys cock, first tasting Angela’s pussy on his cock, and then tasting his semen when he came her mouth.

A little later Sangeeta woke up with the guy on top of her, his meat buried in her vagina. She didn’t mind, but was glad when he finished quickly so she could get some sleep before work the next day. It was easy to get one day off sick without too many questions, but two or three became more of a problem.

Angela & the Two Random Guys
The next morning Sangeeta woke up alone. She could hear the sound of Angela servicing someone, so her guy must still be here.

Sangeeta got up to go to the toilet, and have a shower. When she walked past Angela’s room she glanced inside seeing Angela lying on her back with one guy between her legs fucking her vagina, while the other guy was fucking her mouth.

After a long hot shower where she tried to make sure as much of the cum as possible was washed from her body, she dried herself off, walking back to her bedroom and seeing Angela sandwiched between the two men.

Sangeeta quickly dressed and left for work, leaving Angela to finish off the men. She sent Angela a text saying kick them out of the apartment before she got back.

3. Sangeeta Learns that there is More to Sex than a Cock in your Pussy

Dinner for Two
That night Sangeeta got home, having spent the day lying to her colleagues about how much better she felt. In fact, all the fucking meant she was feeling stiff and sore, but explaining that she had been having sex with two different men the night before might not be the best possible answer.

When she got home, she found the apartment empty of strange men. There were no signs of any cum stains on the carpet or on the upholstery of the couch. The table was laid, and she could tell from the smell that there was a meal being cooked.

While they were eating, Sangeeta said “I don’t think I can go out tonight. My pussy is just too sore, and I’m starting to feel like the biggest slut in Prague.”

“Okay,” said Angela. “But you’re not the biggest slut. There’s me to start with. And from all of the sex shops around the town I’m sure there are other people here that are even bigger sluts than me.”

“Yes, I’ve seen some sex shops around the place. I’m not even sure what you do with some of the things in their front window.”

“Have you been inside any of them?”

“No,” said Sangeeta. “What if someone who knows me saw me?”

“You’re in a town where virtually no one knows you, and you’re leaving in a few weeks anyway. So this is the perfect place to go exploring.”

“Maybe tomorrow,” said Sangeeta, still not all that convinced.

Sex Toy Shopping
“So what do you do with this one?” said Sangeeta, holding up a blue sex toy, that was clearly meant to be inserted, but wasn’t shaped at all like a penis. More like some sort of plug.

“You put it in your ass to loosen it up before anal sex,” said Angela, who was holding a large black dildo.

Sangeeta looked at the other similar objects, some of which were of terrifying size. She couldn’t imagine being stretched as far as you would need to go to take something like that up her ass. “And people do that because they like it?”

“Yes.”

“I can’t imagine doing that.”

“And a week ago you couldn’t imagine picking up guys in bars and fucking them, but now you do. Anyway, those are mostly for guys.”

“What about this?” said Sangeeta, picking up a silver toy shaped like an egg, but with a sort of controller on the end of a wire.

“A vibrating egg. You can press it against your clit, or put it inside your vagina. You can walk around with it inside you all day if you want. The vibrations mean you’re on the edge of orgasming the whole time.”

They went around the shop, with Angela explaining the operation of all but the most obvious phallus shaped objects.

“How do you know all these things?” asked Angela.

“I’m single,” replied Angela. “I have to be able to take care of my own needs.”

“So you have some of these at home?”

“Oh yes lots. Some I’ve bought, some were gifts.”

“People give you them as gifts?” said Sangeeta, astonished at the idea.

“Of course. Good friends who want you to have a good time. Helps you relax if you can’t be bothered going out looking for a guy.”

“I’m going to try one.”

“Yes, I know,” glancing down at the sex toys she was holding. “And so am I.”

Losing her Sex Toy Virginity
“Okay, which ones do you want?” said Angela.

“I want the blue dildo. And that one. And the egg one.”

Sangeeta picked them up and started to walk to her room.

“No, out here. We’ve fucked guys in front of each other, so we can do this together. And I can show you how to use them.”

Angela started to undo her jeans, pulling them down over her hips, then down her legs. She sat on the couch, and pulled her panties off. Angela ran her fingers through her hair, letting Sangeeta see she was sliding fingers inside herself. “I like one of these first,” she said as she picked up a vibrator, took it out of its packaging, put in some batteries and switched it on. “I lick them to give it some lubrication,” Angela said, before sliding the vibrator in and out of her mouth to cover it with saliva.

Sangeeta saw the pink vibrator rub against Angela’s clitoris, and imagined how that would feel against her clitoris. She put down the dildo and egg she had been holding, and unwrapped the vibrator, put in the batteries and switched it on.

“Press it against your nipples,” said Angela.

Sangeeta pressed the tip of the vibrator against her breast covered by bra and blouse. The nipple responded immediately, getting stiff. After a few seconds she moved to her other breast, the nipple stiffening quickly. Her whole body reacted, her pussy getting wet, and she felt her heart beat increase.

“Take your blouse off, so you can press it directly against your nipples. That feels much better than through your top.”

Angela watched Sangeeta use one hand to press the buzzing vibrator against her nipples, while the other fumbled to undo the buttons on her blouse. Once it was undone, Sangeeta pulled it open, and used her free hand to pull down the left cup of her bra, revealing her nipple.

While Sangeeta was undoing her blouse, Angela had moved from pressing the vibrator against her clitoris, to sliding it in and out of her vagina to keep it lubricated, then running it around her labia, up to her clitoris, and back to her vagina.

“Why don’t you show me how you use your vibrator on your nipples,” said Sangeeta, her vibrator now pressed against her left nipple. She pulled the right cup of her bra down, and transferred the vibrator to it, feeling it get hard.

“There isn’t anything there,” said Angela, excited that Sangeeta was now taking on a more assertive role.

“I’ll take off my panties when you take off your bra,” said Sangeeta. She knew Angela would comply, as she was sure Angela wanted them to do a mutual masturbation display, and maybe they would fuck each other with the dildos and vibrators. That seemed the next step. All during Angela’s visit, she had been trying to get Sangeeta to loosen up sexually. First noisily fucking that guy, then getting him to fuck her. Second, by going out shopping for sexy new clothes, taking her out to a bar, picking up the guys and fucking them both. Third, buying her sex toys, and then getting Sangeeta to do a masturbation display. Sangeeta wondered where things would be at the end of Angela’s two week stay in Prague, and what she would be doing by the end of another month in Prague. She knew she would have to be good during most of that time, as her sister would be here part of that time, and Yvette would be here most of the rest.

Soon they were lying side by side on the couch, Angela completely naked with a dildo in her vagina, and a vibrator pressed against her clitoris. Sangeeta, was lying back on the couch with her skirt round her hips and panties on the floor, the vibrator in her vagina, and silver egg pressed against her clitoris. The dildo was being pushed in and out more rapidly, and when Sangeeta looked over, the look on Angela’s face said she was verging on an orgasm. Finally Angela pushed the dildo in all the way, pressed the vibrator hard against her body, letting out a groan and biting her lip as her body arched in orgasm. “God,” said Angela as she slumped back, ending up with her sweaty body pressed against Sangeeta. She lay there recovering from the abuse she had administered to her body, while Sangeeta masturbated frantically, thinking about Angela’s body pressed against her own. The short hair, tiny breasts, skinny body, and small ass made Sangeeta feel like she had a boy pressed against her, not a woman.

“Take off my bra,” panted Sangeeta. “It’s too uncomfortable like this.”

Angela eagerly finished undoing Sangeeta’s blouse, pulling its sleeves down her arms, with only the shortest moment where Sangeeta had to take her hand off her vibrator, or away from her clitoris. Then she reached around behind Sangeeta to undo the strap, managing to press her own body hard up against Sangeeta’s as she did so. As she pulled the straps off Sangeeta’s shoulders, and the cups away from Sangeeta’s breasts, Angela managed to stroke Sangeeta’s body, spending a lot of time on her breasts. When the bra was finally lying on the floor, Angela had her crotch pressed firmly against Sangeeta’s thigh, rubbing herself back and forth to stimulate her clitoris as Sangeeta finally brought herself to an orgasm.

They lay there for a while, their orgasms slowly receding, then Sangeeta pulled the still buzzing vibrator from her vagina and said “I’ve got to get some sleep. I’ve got work tomorrow.”

New Lingerie
The following night they went out to another bar. Now she knew her sizes, Angela had gone out and bought Sangeeta more lingerie, and even more revealing clothes.

“How am I going to explain them to my husband when I get home?” said Sangeeta, standing in front of Angela modelling her new set of lingerie. The dark green lacy bra, panties and suspender belt set went with the black stockings, making her look and feel sexier than she had in years. “He’s going to wonder why I needed all these new clothes, but I can’t wear these at home. Everyone will think I’m a slut.”

“Then I’ll look after them,” said Angela, standing in front of Sangeeta in her own new lingerie set. Angela thought the dark pink was very attractive, and the bra made as much as possible of the little she had. “You can get them off me when you go off to conferences, or away on trips.”

“And I need to pay you for them, he’ll notice the money on my bank statement.

“Don’t worry, we’ll sort out the money,” said Angela.

4. Angela Teaches Sangeeta Group Sex

Her First Orgy
The night had been shorter than Sangeeta had expected. A few drinks in a bar full of women all dressed as sluttily as Angela and her, before Angela dragged her home with some new guys she found. They weren’t as young as the first guys they’d taken home, but better dressed.

Both guys fucked both women, swapping between mouth and pussy and back again, from Sangeeta to Angela, and back again. The guys swung them around in all sorts of positions. One man was fucking Sangeeta’s mouth, she was kneeling in front of him with his hands behind her head, letting him drive his cock in to her mouth and down her throat, making her choke and gag, until she remembered tricks about swallowing. Finally he thrust into her mouth and came, making her swallow all his semen before he pulled his penis out of her mouth. Angela was straddling the second man, who was watching his friend fuck Sangeeta’s mouth. When the first guy finished, the second pulled out of Angela and went over to Sangeeta, to fuck her mouth too, except at the last moment he pulled out of her mouth and jacked off all over Sangeeta’s face. Angela crawled over and licked Sangeeta clean.

They finally ended up as one big four-way fuck. Firstly one of them fucked Sangeeta’s tits, and Angela sucked the tip of his cock, while the other guy fucked Angela doggy style. Angela ended up taking nearly simultaneous loads in her mouth and her pussy. Then they changed so Sangeeta was riding a guy’s cock, while Angela licked his shaft as it disappeared in and out of Sangeeta, or sucked his balls, all the time tasting Sangeeta’s juices. The other man started fingering Angela’s asshole, before pushing his cock into her loosened hole.

They finally ended up on the couch in a sandwich, with first Angela and then Sangeeta taking cocks in both their pussy and ass at the same time, while eating the other woman. Sangeeta had never been used like this, but found she enjoyed being sandwiched between the two men, licking Angela’s pussy, tasting Angela, and sucking the men’s cum out of her friend. Sangeeta took the final loads, both guys reaching their peak at the same time as Angela orgasmed

They crawled off to bed, with Sangeeta getting fucked a couple more times during the night. Listening to the sounds from Angela’s room, she had carried on in there too.

Finally at seven, Sangeeta got up and had a shower. When she walked back to her room she saw Angela was lying on her front, with one guy fucking her asshole, and the second man fucking his ass. Sangeeta was a bit shocked by the display of homosexuality.

Double Penetrated
Evenings followed much the same pattern, with the women visiting bars and finding men to take home – sometimes one, mostly two, and occasionally three or four. The sex sessions varied, sometimes for a couple of hours then the men left having filled Angela and Sangeeta with their cum, other times they went all night.

Sangeeta always found night long sessions the most enjoyable as she got to try all sorts of different positions and combinations of partners. Her favourite was the time she ended up lowering herself onto a guy sitting on the couch, taking his penis in her vagina. She sat on him, facing away from him which let her see what was happening in the rest of the room. After a few minutes one of the guys walked over and stood in front of her, stroking his hard cock. Sangeeta was ready to suck his cock, or for him to blow his load all over her face and tits. Instead he knelt between her legs and stretched her pussy wide when he pushed his cock into her vagina. It surprised Sangeeta to begin with, but she soon realised she enjoyed the sensation even more than having her pussy and ass fucked at the same time.

The third guy had just given Angela a load of his cum, and so while he recovered Angela came over and sat on the couch beside Sangeeta, and began sucking on her nipples, which only added to Sangeeta’s enjoyment of the experience. This sight got the third guy aroused again, and he started fucking Sangeeta’s face, before switching back to Angela’s pussy. Sangeeta felt one of the guys cum inside her, all the extra lubrication making their cocks slide more freely. The guys both kept fucking for a few more strokes before the one who had cum inside Sangeeta pulled out and stood up so he could offer her his softening but cum covered cock first to Angela, who sucked it to taste his cum and Sangeeta’s pussy, then to Sangeeta. Sangeeta loved how her pussy was still being fucked, her nipples were being sucked, and she had a cock in her mouth. She stretched her hand out to find Angela’s pussy, rubbing her clitoris while the guy was fucking her, quickly bringing Angela to an orgasm.

The guy took this chance to pull out of Angela, and switch to Sangeeta, putting two cocks in her vagina for a second time. Once Angela started rubbing her clitoris, it didn’t take long before Sangeeta was cumming, orgasm following orgasm. This made the men unload. The one fucking Sangeeta’s mouth pulled out, and jacked off onto her face. His semen went onto her lips, cheek and into her hair. The guy kneeling in front of her and fucking her pussy decided it was time too, standing up and masturbating, blasting more sperm on her face. He carefully controlled where his cum went, getting some in Sangeeta’s mouth, some on her cheeks and eyes, and the last onto her breasts, which Angela quickly licked up. The third pulled out of Sangeeta, then rearranged the girls so they had their cheeks pressed together, both faces creating a single target which he proceeded to cover in his sperm. Angela licked Sangeeta’s face clean.

The only thing Sangeeta would have changed was getting the third guy to cum in her pussy. Then she would have made Angela suck all that cum out of her.

5. Sangeeta & Angela Go Lesbian

On the nights they didn’t go out, it was sex toys, or inserting things into each other like bananas, bottles, even the candles from the dining room. Sangeeta found it strange to have fruit pushed into her vagina, but since Angela always ended up between her thighs, eating the banana out of her pussy she didn’t mind. The bottles were a challenge between the women with each competing to see how much they could take inside.

“You really love pussy,” Sangeeta said one night. Angela’s head was buried between Sangeeta’s thighs, and she was running her hands through Angela’s hair after a particularly wild orgasm.

Strap-on Dildo
Another evening Sangeeta found a new toy at home. “It’s a strap on,” said Angela. “So a woman can fuck another woman.”

Sangeeta took it from her and said “I’m going to try that out,” running her hand along its length. Angela expected to fuck Sangeeta with the strap on, and was surprised to see Sangeeta take off her skirt and panties then buckle the rubber cock on. “I’ve always wanted to be on the other end of a cock.”

Angela ended up on the couch, her skirt around her hips, her little g-string pulled to one side with Sangeeta guiding the rubber cock inside her. Angela put her hands on Sangeeta’s ass, pulling her forward into her body. As Sangeeta started rhythmically thrusting into her body, Angela’s hands wandered, pushing up Sangeeta’s top so she could play with her boobs, undoing her bra so she could cup the soft breasts. Finally she took Sangeeta’s top and off entirely allowing her to stare at the soft brown breasts, topped with stiff nipples.

Sangeeta enjoyed the control, speeding up or slowing down, suddenly stabbing the rubber cock deeply into Angela and watching the reaction on her face. She put Angela’s legs over her shoulders, like some men had done to her, letting her push even deeper into Angela’s wide open vagina, finally making her orgasm.

At the end of their sex session, Sangeeta leant forward, and gave Angela a long kiss, more passionate than other kisses, which had mostly been to swap cum when a man had cum in one of their mouths.

Sangeeta broke away from the kiss. “I never thought I was a lesbian, but it seems I am.”

“You fuck too many men to be a lesbian.”

“So even though you have sex with women, you don’t think you’re a lesbian?”

“Oh no,” said Angela.

Angela’s Leaving, but Yvette and Jasima are Arriving
It had been a long day at the university, and Sangeeta was thinking about the night in front of her. Angela was leaving the following afternoon, and no doubt they would end up picking up more men for sex. It had been great fun, but she also felt kind of guilty about the whole experience. Having her skirt round her hips while a stranger fucked her, sucking cum out of Angela’s pussy, having three guys taking her at the same time, and skewering Angela on the strap on dildo had all been great fun, but Sangeeta wondered if she was becoming some sort of slut.

Yvette arrived in a few days. Yvette was pretty, and would have no trouble finding men, but she was also happily married, so Sangeeta couldn’t imagine her doing anything like this while she was here. Fortunately Yvette was here for work, as it meant Yvette would stay in a hotel instead of in the apartment. Maybe if Yvette had a few early nights Sangeeta could sneak out on the town and find a man.

It was a pity wasn’t staying with her though. Sangeeta would have liked to see more of Yvette’s body, and that would have been more likely if she’d stayed in the apartment. She thought about fucking Yvette too. Sex with Angela had opened Sangeeta up to the possibilities of sex with other women, and Yvette was high on her list.

Then her sister would arrive near the end of Yvette’s stay, Jasima would stay in the apartment, but having Jasima around meant she wouldn’t be able to go out and find men.

6. Sangeeta’s First Time with a Couple

Making Amateur Porn
The apartment had been carefully arranged when Sangeeta arrived home. All of the sex toys lying on the coffee table, and Angela and Sangeeta’s cameras set up around the room. Sangeeta wasn’t sure about photographing herself with no clothes on, or having sex, but maybe a few photos of Angela would be fun.

When Angela walked into the room she was wearing the dark pink lace lingerie she’d bought while she was in Prague, matched with brown silk stockings, and red high heeled shoes. Sangeeta had to admit Angela did look sexy.

Sangeeta kissed Angela, and put her hand on her ass. “So just the two of us tonight,” said Sangeeta.

“No, I’ve got some people coming around soon. They want to do something a bit kinky.”

“Kinkier than we’ve done so far? What did you want to do?”

“Not kinkier than we’ve done, kinkier than they’ve done before. It’s the guy’s birthday.”

“So he wants to have sex with two women? Or does he want to watch us have sex? Or is he coming over with a group of his friends? Or what?”

“No, not like that. His wife has organised it. He’s always wanted to watch his wife have sex with another woman, so we’re going to start with that. Then he wants to screw one of us while we’re going down on each other, and to finish his wife is going to peg him. It’s something his wife has always wanted to do, but he doesn’t know about it.”

“Why the cameras?”

“She wants to have a record of the whole thing. She says they often record themselves having sex, and don’t want to miss out on recording tonight. I picked her up while I was down by the lake while you were at work. She took me back to her place and I got to see some of them.”

“Did you fuck her then?” asked Sangeeta.

“Yes, she said she wanted to make sure I was the right person for tonight. And when I told her about you, she had to have us for the birthday surprise. Have a shower and get changed. They’ll be here soon.”

“Kind of early?” said Sangeeta.

“Yes, but they wanted to go out afterwards for a family thing. Part of the kink is that you wear a sari too.”

After a quick shower, Sangeeta dressed in her favourite dark green lace lingerie, topped by a sari. She put on make-up, and was sitting on the couch beside Angela by the time there was a knock at the door

“I think that’s them now, said Angela as she stood up and walked to the door. “Start the cameras and just take control. I’ve set them up, and all you have to do is press go.”

Angela isn’t a Lesbian
Angela opened the door, revealing a middle aged couple. The man was clearly shocked at the sight of a nearly naked woman opening, while the woman leant forward and kissed Angela hard on the mouth.

All three walked into the centre of the lounge room, and Sangeeta guided the man to the couch, sitting him down where he would have a good view, then started the cameras recording. She sat beside the man who was watching his wife passionately kiss Angela. The woman paused and said “You’ve always wanted to watch me with another woman, and tonight you’re going to get your chance,” before she resumed kissing Angela.

Angela had the woman undressed quickly, kissing her, and pulling her down to the floor. They kept kissing, and Angela reached for one of the vibrators, which she used on the woman, pressing it against her clitoris, then inside her. They got into a sixty nine position, with Angela on top, drilling the woman with the vibrator, while getting her own pussy eaten out. The woman fumbled around on the coffee table, and ended up with the large blue dildo that she used on Angela.

The man put his hand between Sangeeta’s thighs, then pulled up the hem so he could slide his hand up her leg and press it against her panty covered crotch, which he then rubbed. Sangeeta was sure he would feel her wetness through the green lace material. Sangeeta pressed her hand against his crotch, rubbing his dick, making it hard. She unzipped his trousers and pulled them down along with his shorts, stroking his cock directly.

The woman had her tongue against Angela’s clitoris, the dildo driving in and out, which together gave Angela an orgasm. Angela responded by driving the vibrator in and out of the woman, then getting the vibrating egg off the table so she could press it against her clitoris. The woman pressed her face into Angela’s crotch, then wrapped her arms around her waist, moaning and screaming into Angela’s groin while she orgasmed.

After her orgasms had subsided, Angela turned around and started kissing the woman, and sucking on her nipples.

Sangeeta is a Lesbian
“Your turn now Sangeeta,” Angela said, glancing up. “Use the strap on. You’re great when you use that.”

Sangeeta started undoing the sari, when Angela said “No, just take off your panties. They want to fuck you while you’re dressed up like that.”

She wasn’t sure why she needed to wear a sari while having sex, but Sangeeta pulled down her panties and pulled on the harness. The skirt of the sari was pulled up over the strap on dildo. The woman was lying on her back, watching the dildo move up and down as Sangeeta walked to her. The woman spread her legs, and Sangeeta knelt down between them, pushing the tip into the vagina that Angela had already loosened up with the vibrator.

Sangeeta pushed further inside her, then lowered herself down and started kissing the woman while she fucked her. The thick dildo stretched the woman, and Sangeeta knew the length would be a challenge too. She positioned herself so that each stroke was of the maximum possible length, and the woman put her hands on Sangeeta’s ass, pulling her in as far as she could.

To her surprise, Sangeeta felt someone behind her, moving the straps of the dildo she was wearing, and then pushing something into her pussy. At first she thought it was Angela with a vibrator or dildo, but then she realised it was the man. It was so arousing for Sangeeta, giving dildo to the woman, and at the same time taking cock from the man.

Angela grabbed one of the cameras, and started filming a close up of where the three of them were joined by two cocks in two vaginas.

The two cocks got into a rhythm. As Sangeeta pushed forward into the woman, the guy pulled back, so that when Sangeeta pulled out from the woman, the man thrust into her. She loved looking into the woman’s eyes while she plunged into her, watching the reaction as she hit her cervix with the end of the dildo, and at the same time feeling a hard cock inside her own body.

“I thought you just wanted to watch me screw your wife, and then fuck Angela and me as a three some” said Sangeeta, glancing back to the man behind her.

“Yes, but after watching the first woman, I couldn’t hold back when I saw you start on my wife,” said the man. “I’ve never had an Indian before, and your ass looks good so I couldn’t wait.”

He kept thrusting, slowly getting faster as Sangeeta increased her speed with the woman. Angela positioned herself so her pussy was pressed to the woman’s face. While the woman licked her vagina and clitoris, Sangeeta sucked on Angela’s nipples. Angela always loved this sort of arrangement, with one woman eating her pussy, and another sucking her nipples. The only thing that would have improved it was a pussy pressed to her own face so she could eat that. She always enjoyed the orgies on hockey trips, or breaking in the new girls on the team. Already aroused Angela quickly came, covering the woman’s face in her juices.

“Angela, can you get a vibrator or egg on the woman’s clit,” said Sangeeta. “I want to watch her cum.”

Sangeeta felt the vibrator every time she thrust forward, the feeling made her more excited to, and she tried to position herself so that the vibrator pressed against her own clitoris when she was pressed against the woman. She loved the feeling so much, she started shorter thrusts so that she didn’t lose contact with the vibrator. Finally the woman grabbed her shoulders, and pulled Sangeeta hard against her so she could kiss her. After a moment Sangeeta pulled back, thrusting as fast as she could, and watched the woman orgasm.

Pegging
The man pulled out of her without cumming, and moved over to Angela where he got his cock licked before starting to fuck her.

“Now fuck him,” said the woman. “His ass is ready for it.”

“What?”

“Yes, fuck his ass. Do it while he’s screwing your friend.”

“I thought you were going to do it?”

“Yes, but you did such a good job on me I want him to experience it too.”

Angela saw Sangeeta walking over, and knew what was going to happen, so she pulled the man’s buttocks apart. Sangeeta got behind him, lined up on her target, grabbed his hips and drove straight in, giving the man six inches in the first thrust. He flinched and yelled when the dildo drove into him, so Sangeeta gave him two more inches.

“Oh,” he moaned. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Yes,” his wife replied. “It’s all part of your special birthday present. You knew about the two women, and this is something else I came up with. Something you’ll never forget.”

Sangeeta started fucking him with long strokes so that the tip of the dildo nearly came out, then plunging back into his ass, giving him all of the length of the dildo. She felt him relax, and so started to fuck him faster.

His wife insisted on re-arranging them, pulling his cock out of Angela so she could get him onto his back, getting him to turn on Sangeeta’s dildo as if he was on a roasting spit. He ended up with his legs over Sangeeta’s shoulders, and she restarted her pounding of his ass. Angela and his wife worked on his cock, using their hands and their mouths to stimulate him. The woman used her free hand to caress Sangeeta, putting her hand inside Sangeeta’s sari so she could stroke her breasts. Sangeeta could see the look of pleasure on his face, as the women brought him closer and closer to orgasm. He started grunting and finally shot a large load of sperm, cum landing on Angela’s face, and his wife’s hand. While they licked his cum, Sangeeta pulled out and sucked his cock using her hand to squeeze the last of the cum into her mouth.

His wife kissed him, and said “There, a birthday present to remember. We better get going so we can get to your party on time.”

Sangeeta layback, her head resting on Angela’s lap, and watched them get dressed, the woman putting the cameras into her handbag.

The woman came over and kissed them both, discretely giving Angela an envelope as she did so. “That’s the address of the party if you want to come along later on in the evening. I’m sure you’ll find its worth your while.”

You’re a Prostitute
“What’s in the envelope?” asked Sangeeta when they left.

“A little thank you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Because of all the kinky depraved things we just did, she gave us a little present to say thank you.”

“So, what is it?”

Angela opened the envelope and peered inside. “About 1000 Swiss francs.”

“What!”

“Well, it should be a thousand. That’s what we agreed.”

“You mean you had sex for money?”

“No, we had sex for money. Most of those men we had sex with paid us.

“I’d never do something like that.”

“You already have. The first guys were just pick ups to get you used to fucking around. We’ve been paid ever since the day we went out shopping and got you that sexy red lingerie and that new dress.”

“What happened to the money?”

“Well, part went on your lingerie and dresses, and part on the sex toys. The rest we split. I’ll get your share.”

Angela got up and walked into her room, quickly coming back with a thick envelope. She gave it to Sangeeta who had gotten up, taken off the strap on, and was now sitting on the couch.

“There’s a note that shows how much we made, and how much we spent. Didn’t I say not to worry about the money? You’ve made a big profit.”

Sangeeta was trying to quickly count the money. She realised there were thousands of francs. Instead of worrying about explaining big credit card bills, now she was going to have to explain all this extra money.

“My husband is going to wonder about all this money,” said Sangeeta.

“Just open an account over here. You can get the money when you want with an ATM card. Use it when you want to spoil yourself.”

“What will you do with your money?”

“I normally use to pay for holidays, then do tricks while I’m on the trip to help top up the account.”

“But I’m not a prostitute.”

“Think about it however you want. This is your share, and you’ve done a great job. The way you ass fucked that guy tonight was great.”

7. Angela Gives Sangeeta a Farewell Strap-on Fuck

They didn’t go to the party, and instead Sangeeta and Angela spent the night together in Sangeeta’s bed. In the morning Sangeeta got Angela to put on the strap and screw her. This was the first time Sangeeta had been on the receiving end of the strap on, and she enjoyed the way Angela screwed her.

They went to the airport, and Sangeeta watched Angela check in. They had a long farewell kiss just before Angela went into immigration and security.

Sangeeta thought about how she would be out here in a few days to meet Yvette.

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