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  • Play With Me?

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    A Barbie Fan-fiction

    My parents had been moving out of my child home when my mom called me to let me know that a few of my old Barbie dolls were in a box and she needed me to get rid of them for her.

    I drove to their new house picked the box up and took it back to my apartment so I could take it by a donation box near my work the next day.

    That night I woke up to a banging sound. I sat up quickly and looked around in alarm. I pulled my blue robe around my naked body and peeked into the living room. The box by my door was busted open and all of the Barbie’s were gone.

    Did somebody really break into my apartment to steal some old dolls?

    The banging sound came again from the kitchen area.

    “Hello?”I called out. There was no answer. “Look, I don’t have much money but-,”

    “Do you wanna play with me?” a female voice asked.

    “Me too! Play with me!” a second voice pleaded.

    “Please Estelle! Play with me!”

    I looked closely into the shadows in the kitchen. There stood three of my old Barbie dolls in life sized human flesh. And naked… so gloriously naked…

    My eyes grew wide.

    “Barbie? Analise? Genevieve?” I asked, appalled.

    “Yes, Estelle?” they asked at the same time.

    I just stared for a moment. “Of course I want to play with you guys!”

    They all grabbed each other’s arms and began jumping up and down squealing in delight. I felt my pussy grow wet as I watched their breasts bounce against each other.

    They looked at me as I stared at their beautiful curves then they came over to me and rubbed said breasts against my body in a group hug. I moaned and they stopped.

    “Oh no! Did we play too hard?!” Genevieve asked. She touched my arm and I shook my head, slipping my robe off.

    “No, I liked it.” I said tweaking her nipple. She gasped and the other girls looked from her to me and back again. “Let’s go to my room.”

    Genevieve stared a moment then nodded and followed me to my bedroom. The other three girls followed us and Barbie closed the door behind us.

    “Barbie lay down on the bed and put your feet in the air. Analise stand like a dog over her face. Genevieve lay with your head between Barbie’s thighs.” They did as I told them to.

    “Now what?” Barbie asked.

    “We are going to play the train game! What I do to Genevieve, she will do to Barbie who will do it to Analise- Analise put your hips down.” I pushed her pussy down on Barbie’s mouth. I sat behind Genevieve and put a finger in her cunt lips. She gasped and I used my other hand to smother her face into Barbie’s perfectly sculpted pussy.

    “Lick!” I commanded aiming my mouth to the underside of her hips so I could touch her clit with my tongue. She moaned again and licked Barbie who in turn did the same to Analise. She grinded her hips into Barbie’s mouth moaning loudly.

    “You guys like this game?” I asked. They all murmured their agreements and I pushed my finger in and out of Genevieve’s vagina. She growled with lust and pushed back on me.

    “You know what you want don’t you Genevieve. You know you like having my finger in your sweet cunt.” Genevieve moaned and pushed harder. I pulled my finger out and shoved it in again. She almost screamed in pleasure. The other girls stopped to watch.

    I stood changing my mind. I grabbed some duct tape off a book shelf and grabbed Barbie’s beautiful blonde hair. I pet her once then jerked her to her feet. She whimpered and I smacked her ass.

    “Bad Barbie!” I growled and then put a hand against the small of her back forcing her body against mine. I pulled one of her legs around my hips then dipped a hand between us to rub her clit. She gasped and rammed her hips against mine. I stroked her bundle of nerves again and her legs almost buckled. I shoved her leg off of me then turned her around to tape her wrists together. I shoved her down in a chair, startling her. I grabbed a double ended vibrator from my dresser drawer and shoved one end in her pussy. I flipped it on and hovered over the other end myself.

    Barbie gasped and dropped her head back, her hair cascading down the back of the floor.

    “Analise, watch this. This is what I want you to do here in a minute.” She nodded. I pinched Barbie’s clit and she began moaning again. I sat down slowly on it and rocked back and forth, churning it within Barbie as well. I rolled her clit between my forefinger and thumb. She threw her head back and forth and screamed. I latched onto her tits with my mouth and kneaded her breasts like dough with my unoccupied hand.

    “Oh Estelle, I love this game! Play with me more! Play with me till I explode!” she begged.

    “You slut! You sexy fucking whore. Genevieve spank Analise!”Genevieve sat up and did so. Analise squealed then bent over.

    She giggled. “Do it again Genevieve!” Genevieve obliged again and again.

    “Barbie put your finger in my asshole.” Barbie leaned forward, wrapping her hand around my ass and did as I told her to. “Curl your finger every time you hear Genevieve spank Analise.” Barbie gasped and obeyed. I could feel myself getting closer to cumming. “Analise! Put your finger in Barbie and every time Genevieve spanks you shove your finger upwards.”

    “Where inside Barbie?” She asked.

    “Her ass.” I moaned biting down on Barbie’s nipple. Analise got on all fours, pushing her beautiful round ass in the air, and put a slim finger in Barbie’s ass. Genevieve began spanking Analise again and I rocked the dildo faster and faster. Barbie’s finger came out of my butt and I hissed in anger. I lifted a hand and slapped her she stared at me a moment before the intense feelings inside her cunt took her attention away. Genevieve slid her finger up my butt, tracing my hole before nudging her way in.

    Genevieve was my favorite.

    “Oh God! Barbie I’m gonna cum! Genevieve! Ah! Ah! Analise!” I screamed moving my hips faster and faster. My body trembling with my orgasm.

    I slumped forward on Barbie and began nibbling her neck. She rubbed my back and ass, kneading my cheeks in her hands. I slid off of the dildo and stepped back on trembling legs.

    They all looked at me expectantly and worriedly.

    “I’m ok.” I assured them. “More than ok.” I smiled, ready for round two.


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  • The Devil’s Pact Servants’ Chronicles Chapter 4: The Artist’s First Day

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    It’s Jane’s first day as one of Mark and Mary’s maid and she’s given a special task.

    The Devil’s Pact Servants’ Chronicles
    by mypenname3000
    Copyright 2015

    Chapter Four: The Artist’s First Day

    Note: Takes place between Chapters 46 and Chapter 47. Thanks to b0b for beta reading!

    Wednesday, March 19th, 2014 – Jane Yoshimori – Tacoma, WA

    “Very beautiful,” the Goddess complimented me as she examined her portrait I had just finished. It was one of several she had commissioned for me. It was a beautiful, and erotic, depiction of the Goddess lounging on a divan, her auburn hair falling about her perfect breasts, her stomach round, pregnant with her divine child.

    “Thank you,” I murmured, blushing. Being around the Goddess was heady. She was so beautiful, and all I wanted to do was fall to my knees and worship her with my mouth and tongue, tasting her sweet nectar.

    I had worshiped her many times already in the month I had stayed at the Murano Hotel. This and my other paintings would adorn their mansion when construction was finished in April. I had painted three others: another portrait of the Goddess, one of the God, and one of them both locked in a passionate embrace. Painting the God was as much fun as the Goddess, and worshiping him was amazing. He was as wonderful a lover as the Goddess, and his cock always felt magical no matter which of my holes he used.

    My body was worthy of the Gods’ pleasure. I was special. It was such an intoxicating feeling. I never wanted to leave here.

    She placed Her hands on my shoulders. “Just wonderful.” Her lips brushed my neck as Her pregnant belly pressed against the small of my back. “Have you considered my offer?”

    “I have.”

    “And.”

    “I would love to be one of your servants.”

    I was already temporarily bonded to the Goddess. My first night, after that dreadful attack, I had drunk the Divine mix of the Goddess and Her mortal father’s seed, binding me too her. It was a temporary measure and I would be freed if I asked for it. But I didn’t want to. I wanted to serve Them. How could I not? They were Gods. I had worshiped Them since the day They conquered the false god Brandon.

    “Good.” She turned me around, leaning down to kiss me on the lips. I melted against Her; so wonderful. “You will be allowed to paint whatever you want, during your free time.”

    I nodded, “Thank you, my Lady.” That’s how the maids all addressed Her.

    “Report to Pearl. She will have your uniform and tomorrow will be your first day as our maid.”

    “Right away.”

    “She’ll have a special task for you,” She smiled.

    Pearl was a beautiful woman, the oldest maid in her thirties, and gave me a motherly smile when I walked downstairs. “Welcome, Jane,” she beamed, then handed me a bundle. “Your uniform. Wear it with pride.”

    “I will.” I clutched the bundle to my excited chest.

    She bent down and gave me a kiss. “You’re free until morning. I’m rooming you with Karishma. Room 617. There’s a keycard in the bundle. Go move your belongings there. Dinner’s in an hour.”

    “Thank you, Miss Pearl.”

    A smile broached her motherly face. “You’re just as cute as my Cindy.”

    “Yes, she is,” Violet said, walking by. I bowed to the Slut who walked over and patted my cheek. “Speaking of Cindy…” A hopeful look filled Violet’s eyes.

    “You’re girlfriend is cleaning the pool,” Pearl answered. “And she’ll be in a lot of trouble if she doesn’t finish.”

    “I’ll see she finishes,” Violet smiled. “Eventually.”

    “Well, skedaddle, child,” Pearl said to me. “I have to oversee dinner.”

    “Yes, Miss Pearl.”

    I didn’t sleep well that night, and not because Karishma found my petite body irresistible, though the Indian woman’s appetite kept us both up late, I was just so nervous for my first day. I wanted to be the perfect maid for the Gods. I dressed in my uniform, a slutty, French maid’s outfit. The skirt was black, with ruffled-lace petticoats underneath that made the skirt puff out and sway as I walked, and the bodice was transparent, my little A cup breasts clear as day. I admired my features in the mirror, my creamy-olive face was framed by my straight, blue-black hair, framing my porcelain features.

    “You’re a little sex kitten,” purred Karishma, hugging me from behind and bending down to kiss my cheek. She wore an identical outfit, and while I looked like a sexy waif, she looked like a sexy bombshell. “Let’s go serve the Gods.”

    I nodded my head.

    All the maids gathered in the main dining room to receive our daily assignments. One lucky maid was given the job of cleaning the Gods’ suite, which involved administering the God’s morning blowjob. Abigail received that honor, and she playfully stuck her tongue out at her girlfriend, Tomoyo, the other Japanese maid. One by one Pearl handed out the assignments until only I remained.

    “I have a special job for you in room 205,” Pearl answered, handing over a master cardkey. “You are to clean the room and the person occupying it. Do whatever the woman requires.”

    I nodded my head.

    “Tell the woman that you are a gift from the Goddess, fulfilling a promise Mary made to her. Okay??”

    “Yes, Miss Pearl.”

    “Remind this woman that the Gods love her and miss her.”

    “I will,” I answered, trying to sound more confident than I felt. It was my first day and it sounded like they wanted me to work a miracle.

    “Don’t worry. Mary choose you for this, and the Goddess would never give you a task that you were not equal to.”

    I nodded. She was right. I could do this. I just wished my bubbling stomach believed me.

    Holding my sketchpad with one hand, and a bucket filled with cleaning supplies in the other, I marched to the elevator and went up the single floor. Room 205 was to the left near where the hallway made a turn to the left. I set my bucket down and used the master cardkey to open the door.

    The room was dark and the stench was…ripe. With trepidation, I walked into the room. “H-hello?”

    No one answered. A short hallway led past the bathroom to the beds. The curtains were drawn tight, and the only light came from the main hallway flooding past me, my shadow stretching into the darkened room. I took a step into the room, the door swinging shut behind me, the light dwindling, then vanished. My heart thudded so loud as I took a second step down the hallway.

    “I-is anyone here?”

    I found the light switch. The room was…messy. Plates were strewn about with half-eaten food and several blankets lay in a pile on the floor. I took another step, seeing the far bed completely stripped of its blankets. A fourth step. A pair of dark legs were stretched on the nearer bed. A fifth step.

    A Middle-Eastern woman sat naked on the bed, her hair a tangled mess, her eyes red with tears. A present lay on her lap, unopened, covered by red wrapping paper dotted with cupids. The woman kept staring at it, her eyes dead.

    “H-hello.”

    The woman didn’t look up.

    “I’m Jane. I’m a new maid, and…” I frowned, there was something familiar about her. Balim. “Y-your the guard that frisked me that day at the…art museum.”

    I shuddered. That had been a terrifying day. Those terrible demons had burst out of the ground, throwing spikes of obsidian at us. The Goddess had hurled fire at them and whipped up a great wind to keep them back until the soldiers could arrive. I spent the fight cradling this woman’s head on my lap, watching her life pour out of her from the four-inch wide hunk of stone impaled in her chest.

    The woman looked up at me, a collar tight about her neck. 24. Her dark eyes were completely dead. She eyed me, then went back to looking at her present, wrapped in red paper dotted with white cupids—a Valentines Day present.

    It had been Valentines Day when the demons attacked.

    “I-I’m here to clean your room.”

    The figure shrugged.

    “And…” I swallowed. “…clean you.”

    She didn’t respond.

    “I’m also a gift…from the Goddess. She loves you, 24, and misses you.”

    “A gift,” she rasped, then a dark, almost hysterical chuckle. “Another gift that I can’t open.”

    “You were very brave that day,” I said, bending down to pick up the blankets. They reeked. I moved them down the hallway. I’d get her fresh blankets and have these laundered. “You threw yourself in front of the Goddess and took the wound meant for her.”

    She didn’t answer.

    I swallowed and, not sure what else to do, I busied myself with throwing garbage into a black trash bag, plates and all. They were…fuzzy. Her dark eyes were on me the entire time. I cleaned the room as best I could, save for the bed she sat on. I scrubbed the bathroom clean until it sparkled and wiped down all the furniture in the bedroom. As I cleaned, I was starting to wonder if the room was haunted. It seemed there was some figure moving about, brushing me, disturbing the air more than simple drafts. The spirit of 24’s dead lover?

    It was probably just my overactive imagination; 24’s dead gaze was unnerving me.

    With everything else clean, that left only the beds. I left the room to get clean linen from the supply closet and made the second bed, then I faced her. “You need to get up so I can…”

    She gave me a dead look that spoke volumes.

    “You just can’t sit there all day. I was ordered to clean you and the room up.”

    Another look.

    I frowned, thinking. “Who’s the gift from?”

    Her shoulders hunched, hugging the gift to her lap.

    “I’m not going to take it from you. I just want to give you a clean bed.”

    She didn’t answer.

    Sighing, I sat on the other bed, grabbing my sketch pad. I couldn’t fail at my first assignment. There had to be a way to get her to move. I couldn’t manhandle her; she was bigger than me. And she was a trained cop. I remembered how she had easily controlled me when she had searched me at the museum. She had been so strong as her fingers penetrated my ass and pussy, stirring me up and making me cum. She had dominated me, forced me to submit to her lusts disguised as a simple pat-down.

    It was one of the best cums of my life. She forced me to live out all those dark fantasies trapped in the depths of my soul. The ones I had been too afraid to let anyone know. I was a girl—we weren’t supposed to have deviant desires like a guy.

    I started sketching her. I often found that when I sketched, and didn’t really focus on my drawing, my mind would wander and I would often find the solution to problems. I cocked my head, my charcoal pencil scratching as I drew her. Even dirty, there was a beauty to her: plump lips, dark eyes, round breasts, curvy hips, and gorgeous, sleek legs that just seemed to go on forever.

    “What are you doing?” she asked.

    “Immortalizing the squalor you are sitting in,” I absently answered. “It’s a great study. You capture self-pity perfectly. I…”

    “Wallowing!” she flared. “You think I’m wallowing?”

    “What are you doing?”

    “Grieving!”

    “For?”

    She glared at me. “Stop drawing me!”

    “Then let me do my job,” I answered, continuing to sketch. “And don’t move. Keep staring down at that gift. You are perfectly capturing self-indulgent pity.”

    Her face darkened. “You don’t understand!”

    “No,” I answered.

    “You’re just one of the whores running around here.”

    “Yeah.” My cheeks burned; I still wasn’t used to being called a whore.

    She shifted, staring at me. “Are you blushing?”

    “Yes.” I looked down at my sketch pad. “I’m new here…”

    “You said you were my gift?” She examined me. “I remember you. Mary commanded me to watch over you carefully. She told me I could do whatever I wanted to you, balim.”

    My cheeks felt like they were on fire.

    “Such a pretty mouth. Jan would have loved to piss in it.”

    My eyes widened. I had witnessed the God’s sister piss in the mouth of my fellow artist that day, and I shuddered. It sound so degrading and humiliating to be forced to drink another person’s pee. I glanced up from my sketch pad and saw something stir in her dark eyes as they looked at me.

    “Jan and I would love to share pretty girls like you, balim.”

    Why did she keep calling me that? She called me that the day she frisked me.

    “We’d take them into our shower, force them onto their knees and take turns pissing into their pretty, little mouths.”

    She shifted on her bed, setting the gift on the nightstand. I swallowed, trying to concentrate on my sketch and ignore the way she looked at me. I squeezed my thighs together, my pussy felt like it was on fire.

    “You’re my gift…”

    “Yes, I—”

    She sprang at me, tackling me to the bed, my sketch pad went flying. Her dirty, black hair fell in my face as she stared down at me. “My pretty, little balim.I could just eat you up.”

    “Okay,” I squeaked.

    She stood up, her hand firmly grasping mine, yanking me to my feet. “You’re supposed to wash me.”

    I nodded as she dragged me to the bathroom. Her ass was shapely and round. She turned on the shower and shoved me in. I banged into the wall, the cold water splashing my body, soaking my uniform. A bruise formed on my back and I trembled as she eyed me. The water warmed up, steam beginning to billow around me.

    What was she going to do? “P-please.”

    “Please, what, balim?”

    “D-don’t h-hurt me…”

    She stepped into the shower, I shrank back, but there wasn’t much room. I tried to slide past her and get out, my heart thudding, and my pussy on fire. The fear and exhilaration mixed together inside me, giving birth to a strange excitement. I was completely at her mercy. She could do whatever she wanted to me and no-one was going to stop her.

    24 grabbed my arm as I tried to flee, twisting it around behind my back, pain flaring in my elbow. I cried out as she shoved me face first against the wall, pressing her warm body against my back. “Such a sweet balim,” she purred. “I need to search you. Mary commanded me to give you surprise searches whenever I felt it necessary.”

    Her free hand reached around my waist, sliding across the soaking fabric of my dress, reaching down and lifting the sodden skirt and petticoats up, then plunged between my thighs. Her fingers felt electric as she slid up my leg, creeping nearer and nearer to my aching pussy. My breath came in ragged gasps, and hers came in fast intervals on my neck.

    “Let’s see if you have any contraband shoved up your cunt,” she hissed, then shoved three fingers inside me.

    I gasped as pain and pleasure rushed through me. Her fingernails were ragged, scraping my sensitive flesh, and yet they felt wonderful as they wormed deeper and deeper into me, igniting all the thousands of pleasure receptors in my pussy.

    “Such a wet balim,” she hissed in my ear. “Do you like my fingers searching your cunt?”

    “Yes!” I gasped.

    “Because you’re a dirty whore!”

    “I am!” I moaned, her fingers driving me wild as they pumped in and out. “Keep searching me! Don’t stop until you’ve made sure there’s nothing hiding inside me!”

    Her tongue licked my ear. “Are you going to cum?”

    “Uh-huh!” Her fingers were diving me wild, my orgasm building like a squall sweeping swiftly across a calm sea, churning the waves to violent whitecaps.

    “Purr, my sweet balim! Let me hear you purr!”

    “Yes, yes!” I gasped. “I’m about to cum! Oh, Gods, yes! You’re fingers are stirring me up! Frothing my passion! I can’t take any more!”

    Her tongue danced in my ear, sending shudders down to the squall building inside me. The storm broke and frothed my body with pleasure. I spasmed, pinned between her and the wall, gasping and crying out. Such wonderful pleasure coursed through me as I stood their {there} helpless to stop her.

    “Oh, wow!” I groaned.

    “For being a good balim you get a reward.”

    “Reward?” I panted.

    “On your knees.”

    She let go of my arm and I turned around. She grasped my shoulders, squeezing hard. I winced, and let her force me to my knees. I was looking right at her pussy covered by a thick bush matted down by the shower. She grasped my long, blue-black hair and pulled my face straight towards her pussy. I could smell her tangy musk.

    “Open wide,” she commanded.

    My eyes bulged.

    She smiled. “Open wide and don’t close your mouth. I want you to savor every last drop of your reward.”

    Trembling, I did as I was told. The Goddess had given me to her, and she could do whatever she wanted to me. I surrendered to her power; a thrill raced through me, hardening my nipples and tingling my clit. Her face clenched, her belly tightened, and then her piss streamed out.

    The acrid fluid struck me in the face, stinging my eyes and feeling my nose with the stench. She shifted, aiming the stream at my open mouth. Urine filled me up, and I swallowed, shuddering as she humiliated me. My pussy was on fire. Despite just cumming, my traitorous hole was begging for more attention.

    I moaned as she flooded my mouth with piss; my fingers rubbed furious circles on my aching clit. She degraded me and I let her. A shudder passed through me, another climax screaming through my body as I swallowed mouthful after mouthful of her piss, the scent filling my nostrils.

    “Drink it!” she hissed. “That’s it! I love it when you little bitches drink my piss!”

    Every time I swallowed, my mouth closed, the urine running down my neck to my tiny breasts and belly. Another orgasm spasmed through me, the trickle of piss reaching my fingers, and I rubbed the filthy liquid into my clitoris.

    “Oh, yes!” she moaned and her stream began to die. “Now lick me clean, balim. Put that tongue to use and make me sing!”

    I buried my mouth into her curls, licking the drops of urine staining her pubic hair and lips, then I delved into the strong musk of her pussy. Her bush tickled my nose and cheeks as I worked my tongue deep into her hole. She tasted wonderful, her tart mixing with the aftertaste of her bitter urine. I frigged my clitoris harder, eager for another cum to wrack my body as I pleasured her.

    “That’s it!” she gasped. “Oh, yes! Devour my cunt, whore!”

    I did. I devoured ever bit of it I could find, sending my tongue exploring every nook and cranny, then wiggling deep down her hole. Her hips bucked, and she writhed on my mouth, one hand keeping my head pressed tight to her snatch, the other reaching up to pinch and pull at her hard, dark nipples.

    “Oh, fuck! Make me cum! Make me purr! That’s a sweet balim!”

    Her hips jerked harder, her head threw back, black hair plastered to her dark skin, as she gasped and moaned. Her breasts heaved, dripping with moisture. I frigged my clitoris harder, wanting to cum with this amazing woman. My lips found her bud nestled between her folds and I sucked hard. Her body jerked, her hand pinching her nipples lashed out and grabbed the shower bar for support.

    “That’s it!” she shouted. “Oh, Gods, yes!”

    We came together.

    She shuddered on my mouth, pouring tangy juices down my throat and I screamed my passion into her pussy. We shook and writhed and shuddered together. She spasmed hard again, her breasts jiggling and swaying.

    “Oh, yes! Oh, yes, Jan! My Jan! My…” her voice broke, her face quavered. “My beautiful Jan!” Her shoulder shook and she leaned against the shower wall. “I miss you so much! Why did you die?” She slid down the wall, sitting next to me hugging her knees and rocking as the water sprayed down on us.

    I reached out, wrapping my arm around her shoulder. She opened up, pulling me against her. Her legs straighten out and I was on her lap, her arms locked around me and her face buried into my shoulder. I never let go of her. I held her as she sobbed all her pain out against me, rocking me in her arms. I didn’t speak, I just gave this wounded creature all my compassion.

    The crying died after a time. She sniffed, looking at me, her dark eyes soft, and she stroked my cheek. My heart beat faster; she was beautiful. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Jan would have really loved you.”

    “I’m sorry I never got to meet her.”

    “You did,” she smiled, sad and tiny, but it was a smile. “She was my partner. She was the other bodyguard that helped me frisk you all.”

    I remembered the beautiful, sandy-blonde woman in the slutty cop’s uniform fingering the Black artist. “She seemed very passionate.”

    “She was.” Then she blinked, looking at me. “Oh, let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”

    We stood up, turning the shower off, and I peeled out of my wet uniform, dropping it on the bathroom floor. We dried, and she walked back into the bedroom, sitting on the bed I had made up, looking at the dirty one. She patted the spot next to her. I sat down and she put her arm around me.

    “This was our bed,” she whispered. “I couldn’t bear to sleep in it after…”

    I nodded. “She was lucky to have you, 24.”

    “Emine,” she corrected. “In here I’m Emine.”

    “That’s a beautiful name.”

    She reached out and grabbed the present from the nightstand. “I think I’m ready to open this.”

    “I’ll leave,” I said, and tried to pull away.

    “You’re my gift,” she protested. “I’m going to keep you close and pee in your pretty, little mouth whenever I feel sad.”

    I blushed. “I’d…like that.”

    “Of course you did. All the little whores love to drink my piss, balim.”

    “Why do you keep calling me that?”

    “Because you’re my cute, little kitten,” she laughed then carefully unwrapped her Valentines Day present.

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    Friday, March 20th, 2015 – Jane Yoshimori – South Hill, WA

    I knelt at 24’s grave amid the beautiful trees behind the mansion. Rows and rows of tombstones marking the final resting places of all those loved by the Gods who had died in their service. Karen and Chasity’s graves were at the center. They had grand, carved statues in their likeness decorating their resting place, and then stretched out around them were all the graves for the bodyguards that had fallen.

    It had been one year since I walked into room 205 and met this amazing woman, the first love of my life. We had eight wonderful months together until she had been killed by Lucifer during the eclipse. Many bodyguards had died that day defeating the first of the great Demons. And more were still dying. I laid the flowers before her grave, and bent down and kissed her marker.

    “Thank you, Emine,” I whispered, using her real name. “I hope you and Jan are happy.”

    Next to 24’s grave, lay 23’s—Jan. Emine had loved me, but she never stopped loving Jan more. And that was okay. They only had a short time together, but they had forged such a deep bond, and maybe one day I would find someone I could love as intensely. And, if not, I would at least enjoy the company of all my fellow maids and my Gods.

    I stood up, straightening my skirts, and set up my easel. I looked at the blank canvas and imagined Emine and Jan, watching me from the Shadows where all the servants of the Gods wait. One day I would join them and be reunited with Emine and meet the amazing Jan.

    I’m sure I would love her as much as I did Emine. I wiped the tear away, and began to paint.


  • Snow White & The Queen

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    Who’s the fairest of them all?

    “Every fairy tale has a bloody lining.”

    -Alice Hoffman

    ***

    “Mirror, mirror, on the wall…”

    “What’s that, mother?”

    The Queen turned away from the glass. Her stepdaughter sat at the tower window, embroidery in her lap, looking puzzled.

    “Just something I used to say when I was a little girl,” said the Queen. “A rhyming game. There’s a second part to it, but I can never remember how it goes.”

    She looked at the mirror again, frowning over her reflection. Something didn’t look quite right about it.

    It was then she remembered—with a start—that a man was still waiting for her. He was the captain of the castle guard, one of the only people allowed into the Queen’s private sitting room, here with some report or another. She allowed him to kneel, then took the scroll from him. “What’s this?”

    “A writ of execution, your majesty,” said the captain.

    The Princess looked startled. The Queen bit her lip. “For whom?”

    “A woman in the township has been convicted of witchcraft. Some peddler.”

    “They’re certain of her guilt?” said the Queen.

    “The bishop swears it was a thorough inquiry.” The captain paused. “But the final authority is yours.”

    The Queen sighed, then went to her desk and found the royal seal, pressing it into the scroll and handing it back. She noted that the Princess watched the captain leave, with an expression the Queen did not entirely approve of. But the captain was a handsome man, and what else could she expect?

    The Queen sat by the window, opposite her stepdaughter. The Princess lowered her eyes in a gesture of respect. The captain, of course, had been looking at the Princess too, watching the rise and fall of her white breast and the barest flickering of the tongue between her red, red lips.

    There was nothing so eye-catching as the expanse of pure white flesh over the neckline of the Princesses’ favorite dress. It couldn’t be helped.

    “Do you know,” said the Queen, abruptly, “I was sitting at this window the first time I held you in my arms?”

    The Princess had no visible reaction.

    “There was a blizzard that night. You were still only a baby. And as I looked at you I said, I wish this child should grow to have lips as red as blood, hair as black as ebony, and skin as white as—”

    The Queen stopped. She bit her lip again.

    “Go on?” said the Princess.

    “It’s not important.”

    Was I ever so beautiful at her age, the Queen wondered, looking at the Princess? Did the people who looked at me feel what I feel now, looking at her?

    “We must talk about a serious matter,” said the Queen, trying to stow her own thoughts. “You’re long past the age when we should have had you married.”

    The Princess sat forward a little.

    “Many eligible lords from other provinces desire to pay your court…”

    “Oh Mother, who?” said the Princess. “Has the Duke of Hammand spoken to you?”

    “But you must never marry,” the Queen said. The Princess looked stunned.

    “I don’t understand?”

    “When I die, you’ll become queen. There are no men with strong claims to the throne, so there’ll be no one to challenge your authority.

    “But men don’t like kneeling to a woman. If there was any man around who could replace me, he would have years ago. That’s why I’ve never remarried, and why you can never marry at all. Your husband would be a threat to everything we’ve worked for.”

    “But if I marry a good man, who will make a good king—” said the Princess.

    “There are no good kings,” the Queen said. “And there are no good queens.”

    “You’re a good queen!” said the Princess.

    “Few think so. In the townships they call me the evil queen, and the wicked stepmother.”

    “They do?”

    “It doesn’t matter,” said the Queen. “They don’t have to love me so long as they stay loyal to me. They’ll be just as loyal to you, as long as you don’t make the mistake of giving them anyone else to switch their allegiance to.”

    The Princess looked helpless. “But to always be alone…”

    The queen moved behind her stepdaughter’s chair, cradling her head. “Well, you can have however many lovers you wish. But you have to be discrete. Your enemies will call you a whore if they ever find out. Never seem anything but pure and virginal. As pure January sn—”

    A little sigh from the Princess cut her off. The Queen stroked her stepdaughter’s cheek. She paused again, and though her outward demeanor didn’t change, her heart was racing. Should she really say what she was thinking next?

    “Of course,” she continued, “there are many ways to be happy. You are such a beauty, my darling. You are the only thing in the world that matters to me.”

    “That’s very sweet, mother,” said the Princess. “But—“

    “I’ve tried my best to love you as your real mother would. The Queen put the Princesses’ hand to her breast. “Do you feel my heart beating? It beats for you. A mother’s love is special. It can be all you need, if you let it. Who else in the entire world can love you like I do? Who else has admired your beauty for your entire life?

    “But of course, we are not blood relations. There would be no sin in it. Don’t you see how perfect it is? And am I not beautiful too? Can you not love me? Or perhaps you could grow to love me in that way? With time?”

    The Princess looked shocked. The Queen panicked and, before anything else could happen, she pressed her lips to her stepdaughter’s. She held the trembling kiss for a handful of seconds and then pulled away, giddy with the succulent, decadent thrill of it all.

    But then she saw the fear in her stepdaughter’s eyes; fear, and disgust. The Queen looked away, bowing her head with shame.

    “Of course, there are other ways too,” she said. The Princess said nothing. The Queen turned back to the mirror. “Go and rest. You’ve had a long day. There are even longer days ahead. Yes, we both need rest…”

    The Princess left her embroidery behind. The Queen watched her go with the threat of tears stinging her eyes. All of a sudden, before she even really knew what she was doing, she flew to the door and ran into the corridor, catching up with the Princess just as she was passing the captain of the guard on the stairs.

    “Captain!” cried the Queen. “Arrest my daughter.”

    The Princess whirled around; the captain gaped. The servants nearby cried out. “Your majesty?” the captain said.

    The Queen put her hands on her hips. “Lock her in her chambers until I order her freed.”

    The Princess said nothing. The nearby sentries, their movements slow and their faces ashen, seized on her, though each put only a hand on one of her elbows. The captain regained his composure first.

    “What is the charge?” he said.

    The Queen pursed her lips. “Treason.”

    The Queen heard one of the sentries whisper an apology to the Princess. She said nothing, going along meekly, with her eyes on the floor. The Queen went back to the sitting room and locked herself in. Then she paced up and down.

    Would the Princess tell anyone what happened? Would anyone believe her? The Queen contemplated her mirror again; why was she so drawn to it tonight? She touched the glass, tracing her features in it…

    “Mirror, mirror, on the wall,” she whispered. “Who’s the fairest of them all?”

    “The princess is fairest. Fairest by far.”

    The Queen whirled around. “Who’s there?” she said.

    “Look here,” the voice said again. The Queen peered at the looking glass. Was it coming from—? But that was impossible.

    She saw that her reflection had somehow changed. It was smirking at her, for one thing. The mirror spoke, with a voice that was vacant and slightly masculine:

    “The princess is the fairest in all the land,” it said. “Her lips as red as blood, her hair as black as ebony, and her skin as white as snow.”

    “You’re right,” said the Queen. “She is beautiful…”

    “She’s more than beautiful!” said the mirror. “She is beauty itself. But you? You age. The years lie more heavily on you every day. Why would the fairest girl in all the land ever love an aging matron who will visit the grave before her time?”

    “You’re right,” said the Queen. She chewed her fingernails and paced.

    “But if you were to become more beautiful,” the mirror continued, “the fairest of them all, then she would not be able to resist you. She would throw herself at your feet.”

    “But how?”

    “There are powers beyond the kin of most mortals that you may yet call upon,” said the mirror.

    At first the Queen didn’t know what this meant. Then, the realization coming to her, she ran to the corridor and cried for the nearest sentry. She didn’t bother waiting for the man to kneel before demanding, “The execution, is it over? Is the witch woman dead?”

    “I don’t know, your majesty.”

    The Queen flew to her desk, scratching a quill across parchment as fast as she could. She set the royal seal on the pardon and handed it, wax still dripping, to the sentry. “Go as fast as you can. Bring that woman to the castle, and dally for nothing!”

    The man left in such a hurry that he didn’t even salute. The Queen paced some more. Her reflection watched her with a smile. After an hour they brought the prisoner in, an old crone with not a tooth in her head. The witch tried to curtsy, but her knees wouldn’t bend properly after a week in shackles. The Queen sent everyone else away, and the two were alone together.

    “So,” said the Queen, regarding the old woman. “Is it true?”

    The witch seemed at a loss.

    “Is it true that you’ve had congress with the devil, and that he taught you magic arts?”

    “No, your highness,” said the witch.

    “I signed the writ of execution that said it’s true, which means you’re calling me a liar. That’s treason, and it’s punishable by death.”

    The old woman worked her gums and turned her jaundiced eyes from side to side. “What I’m accused of is also punishable by death. It seems your majesty would have me put to death either way, even though you’re all that stopped it from happening already.”

    The Queen leaned in. “Tell me the truth, whatever it is, and you will be freed. I swear on…my daughter’s life.”

    The witch’s eyes lit up. She smiled with her gums and said, “Then yes, it’s true.”

    “Tell me how.”

    The witch looked baffled. “All you have to do is summon the devil. But he is here already!”

    The witch pointed at the mirror. The Queen’s reflection leered.

    “All right. What else?” said the Queen.

    “You must abjure all forms of divinity. And you must have a witness who is already learned in the Forbidden Arts.”

    “Will you suffice?”

    The witch nodded.

    “Very well,” said the Queen. “Here, in the eyes of this solemn witness, I renounce my bonds to every god, and to every power except the one in this mirror, provided that this being will furnish me with the power to achieve all of my ends.

    “So help me…no one.”

    The flames of all the lamps in the room blazed, shooting six inches. Several of the glass chimneys exploded. The old witch squawked and covered her gray head, but the Queen didn’t react.

    “You will have all that you desire,” said the mirror. “But there will be a price.”

    “I’ll pay it.”

    “Be careful, your majesty,” said the witch. “You are new to the power, and your familiar spirit will try to lead you to its own ends.”

    “Your further council is not required,” said the Queen. She rang for the sentries. “Take this old crone away, and give her gold. But remember, old one, that your pardon is valid only outside the bounds of this castle and the adjoining town. If you ever return, you’ll face the noose again.”

    Once alone, the Queen returned to the mirror. “What’s your price for the beauty that will capture my daughter’s heart? What rituals must I perform?”

    “No ritual, oh queen,” said the mirror. “Merely a favor. In the town there is a church, and there are many such churches in your kingdom, and priests, and friars, and even a bishop. You must cast them out. Pull down the churches and outlaw these holy clergy. Do this, and I will make you the most beautiful creature in the world.”

    “It will be done,” said the Queen. She paused. “And my daughter? What should I do with her?”

    “Keep her locked up until the task is complete. It will teach her respect, and a new appreciation for you.”

    And so it was done. The Queen’s soldiers evicted the bishop and all his followers and burnt the churches, and a new law was set down against any prayers or invocations. The dungeons swarmed with prisoners and every one of her royal ministers told the Queen to abandon this mad edict, but she didn’t budge.

    A year passed, and the Princess languished in prison. The Queen, as per the mirror’s promise, grew more beautiful every day, and though most of her subjects soon hated her, those who looked on her face couldn’t help falling under the spell of burning, poisonous desire.

    One day the Queen stood nude before the mirror, admiring herself. “Am I really the fairest of them all?” she said. “It seems to me that my daughter is fairer still…”

    “That doesn’t matter,” said the mirror. “She will not be able to resist you now. Send for her.”

    The Queen clothed herself only in a light robe in front of the captain of the guard, and he was unable to take his eyes off of the magnificent smoothness and whiteness of her exposed flesh. She ignored his stares. “I’ve had a change of heart,” said the Queen. “Set my daughter free and bring her to me.”

    “Yes, your majesty,” mumbled the captain.

    The Queen reclined on a chaise lounge, admiring the curves of her own calves and thighs. She had always been beautiful, but never vain. Nor was she now, at least in her mind; she coveted not beauty, but what beauty could bring her.

    The Princess entered; the Queen’s heart climbed into her throat. Though her stepdaughter had become wan and dark-eyed in her year of confinement, her loveliness was not diminished. Indeed, her state only added to her vulnerability.

    “Oh my daughter,” said the Queen. “My dear, dear daughter. How have you weathered these long months?”

    “Well enough, Mother,” said the Princess. “Though imprisonment runs hard on everyone sooner or later.”

    “Your prison is more lavish than the homes of some of the richest people in our kingdom,” said the Queen.

    “Not yours,” said the Princess.

    The Queen sighed. “You’re right, of course. Your arrest was…rash. In truth, I was mad with jealousy. Can a girl your age, who has never loved, understand that? You can’t know the lengths a person will go to achieve the most secret desire of her heart.”

    The Princess’ expression remained icy.

    “But that’s all in the past now,” said the Queen. “You are free. Just tell me, my daughter, my darling one, that you will consent to stay with me, to rule by my side and be the one and only sovereign of my heart. Please tell me you can love me, truly love me, in every way?”

    The Queen threw off the robe and displayed the painful beauty of her immaculate body in all its glory. The Princess watched, unblinking…and then she shook her head, once to one side, once to the other.

    “No,” was all she said.

    The Queen frowned. Then she came face-to-face with the younger woman, peering into her eyes, looking for her reflection there but not finding it.

    “So cold, my daughter?” said the Queen. “A heart of ice, to match your skin so white?”

    “My heart is my own,” said the Princess.

    The Queen’s brow darkened. “So it is.”

    She put her robe back on, then knelt over her desk for a moment. When she was done she called in the captain and handed him a paper. “What’s this?” he said.

    “A writ of execution,” the Queen said. The captain gasped. She ignored him. “Take my daughter out into the woods. Do it there, out of sight.”

    The captain swallowed and licked his dry lips. “And how shall I…?”

    The Queen turned to the mirror. “Cut out her heart,” she said.

    The captain trembled as he saluted. When he was gone, the Queen returned to the mirror. “So rash again, my queen?” it said.

    “You lied. No matter how beautiful I become she will never love me.”

    “I didn’t say she would love you,” said the mirror. “I said she would throw herself at your feet. And she will. You will see.”

    The Queen’s heart burned like a ball of fire in her chest. She sat by the window, and in time a storm blew up, burying the land in white. She watched the tiny crystalline flakes collect on her windowsill.

    Gradually, her rage cooled, and a sliver of doubt lodged in her breast, needling her until, while examining the intricacies of the frost on the glass, she realized what she’d done. Mortal terror seized her. She ran to the opposite window, the one facing the forest, hoping it was not too late.

    But then there was the captain, waiting for her at the top of the stairs, looking shaken. My God, thought the Queen, he didn’t really…

    She fought to maintain her composure; no matter what, the men serving her could never be allowed to see her doubt. “Well?” said the Queen.

    The captain hesitated. “There is something you must know…”

    The Queen almost collapsed in relief. But no, not in front of the captain; no weakness, not ever. “I gave you an order!” she cried. Thanks the gods you didn’t carry it out, she thought.

    “I was fully prepared to obey you, but when I looked on her, pity seized my heart. How could it not? Would you not feel the same in my position?”

    The Queen’s expression softened, but only a little.

    “She asked me if she could be permitted time to pray. I had to consent.”

    “You know the law.”

    “I do. But I couldn’t tell her no. Order my execution, if you wish. I will carry it out myself.”

    The Queen merely gestured for him to continue.

    “When she was done, the princess said that she had had a change of heart. She said to use that exact phrase. She said that if I would spare her life and bring her back to the castle and tell you that, all would be well. Further, she says she will wait for you in your most private bedchamber. She said that you would understand what she means.”

    The Queen’s breath left her body. She began to swoon, but caught herself. Then she caressed the captain’s cheek and kissed him, once, very lightly, on the lips. He almost fell over.

    “Thank you, captain,” said the Queen. “For everything.”

    The Queen went to her bedchamber. Along the way she ordered the servants out, promising death on whoever disturbed her this night. When she threw open the doors she found the Princess reclining in her bed, her body covered by only a single silken sheet.

    “Hello, Mother.”

    She stood, keeping the sheet wrapped across her breasts, and then she kneeled at the Queen’s feet. The Queen saw the soft line of her stepdaughter’s bare back and her black-as-night hair spilling over naked white shoulders.

    “I’ve come back to beg your forgiveness. I see now how wrong I was to reject my mother’s love. I can only hope that you find it in your heart to accept me back into your graces, even though I am so undeserving.”

    Tears pricked the Queen’s eyes. “Oh my daughter. My darling one. My heart.”

    The Queen went to her knees. The Princess let the sheet drop, revealing the glory of her naked body in the dim yellow lamps. The Queen dared to kiss those blood-red lips while, just behind them, a warm, wet tongue that darted back and forth in a tantalizing chase.

    The Princess pulled the Queen onto bed and they tumbled down together onto the same sheets where the Queen and the Old King once shared many hours. Their hot mouths pressed together, the Princess’ supple fingers combed through her stepmother’s hair, long silken strands spilling around them.

    The Princess removed the Queen’s robe and they nestled together, each aware of the parity of their naked bodies, almost but not quite completely alike the other. The Queen looked at her own naked thigh pressed against her stepdaughter’s; only the Princess’ complexion indicated which belonged to which.

    The Queen let her hands explore the planes and curves of the body she’d longed for so many nights, alone and cold in this same bed. The Princess sprawled on the cushions, eyes closed, face turned a little, mewling with pleasure as the Queen’s fingers slid across her erect nipples.

    The Princess’ breasts truly were a wonder, each crowned with the sweetest pink nub. The Queen compared them to her own and then pressed them together as she leaned into her stepdaughter again, kissing her with a lashing tongue while their hips glanced against one another’s and legs parted, pressing together with a hint of urgency.

    The room grew hot and languid with the pooled heat of their naked flesh. So soft, the Queen thought. The mirror had done its work well. Sometimes it seemed that the Queen was making love to a reflection of herself. The thought was jolting, disturbing, and she pushed it away. She buried herself in the Princess’ body instead.

    Writhing, thrashing, twisting and turning, they tangled around each other in sinuous knots. The Queen’s hands moved lower and the Princess’ songlike moans encouraged her. Her lips roamed. The Princess was utterly pliable.

    Finally the Queen came to the place where her stepdaughter’s thighs met, and there was a small thatch of black hair. Yes, even here, hair as black as night; and below, lips as red as blood.

    Her stepdaughter’s sex had never been revealed to anyone before. It was the most intimate of secrets. The Queen felt reverent, as she used to before the church altar, or now when she consulted the mirror.

    The Queen kissed her, there, once, with a trembling that called to mind their first kiss. Heat blossomed on the spot and the Princess twitched a little. Her beautiful lips parted and allowed a single breathless “Oh!”

    The Queen flushed. She kissed again, and again the tiny, sweet “Oh!” again, and the Princess indulged in a longer, more gratified sound. Her hands ran over the Queen’s shoulders, pressing down. She did not say “Please,” perhaps did not even think it, but the plea was implicit.

    The Queen kissed her there more fully and the Princess responded by coiling herself up and crying out. The Queen watched and listened, fascinated. Somehow, just as the Princess’ beauty burned with a quality almost inhuman, her pleasure seemed beyond the norm as well.

    The Queen wondered what life must be like for such an angel. Was it even something that ordinary people could understand? She pillowed her head in the Princess’ lap, letting her tongue slide up and down, penetrating and drawing out another volley of excited cries, and then the Queen poured herself into the moment and the movement of what she was doing.

    For the first time she let herself indulge and shut out the thought and memory of everything except the touch, the taste, the feel, and the gratification of what happened now.

    The Queen watched the Princess’ naked breasts quiver and shake with pleasure until eventually they slowed, and stilled, and she kissed them one at a time, a final consummation.

    That night the Queen slept in her stepdaughter’s arms, and it seemed that the Princess’ figure remained visible even when the Queen’s eyes closed, a vision that burned through the expanse of sleep, like a torch in the dark, leading the Queen on to some place she wouldn’t know even when she arrived.

    ***

    The Queen woke the next morning alone. She looked at the hollow in the sheets next to her and felt a stab of panic. The room just barely held the lingering vestiges of her stepdaughter’s scent, already fading…

    She dressed in a hurry, barging into the corridor and waylaying the first servant she found. “Where is my daughter?” The poor serving girl was terrified and unable to speak. “Never mind,” said the Queen. She pushed the girl out of the way and found the stable master.

    “She went out riding this morning,” he said.

    “Where?”

    “Into the forest, your majesty.”

    “Can we still catch up if we leave now?” The stable master looked bewildered.

    “It’s been hours,” he said. “The Princess often went for a morning ride in the days before her incarceration. Doubtless she missed the practice.”

    The Queen said nothing, returning to her private chambers and refusing visitors all day. She even covered the mirror. She sat by the window, waiting for her stepdaughter’s party to return but certain that it would not. When night fell, she knew she was right.

    “I’ll search every rock and tree in the kingdom for her,” she said.

    “You will not succeed,” the mirror said. “You have been betrayed. Now she is under the protection of fairy creatures from the woods, the clever little men who dwell under the ground and are known as the dweorg, or the dvergr.

    “They are seven in number, a most powerful charm among their kind, and one that will make it all but impossible to find her.”

    The Queen sagged. “Then all is lost.”

    “It may be in my power to undo the seven charms eventually. But first you will have to deal with the war.”

    The Queen started. “War?”

    “Don’t you realize?” said the mirror. “You yourself gave her the plan: She will marry an eligible lord from a neighboring kingdom, and then he will use the marriage to drive you from the throne. Likely she will go to Hammand as soon as she is able.”

    The Queen fretted. “How will I weather it?” she said. “I kept the army small so that they couldn’t threaten my position.”

    “We will attack first,” said the mirror, “and head off their invasion. Draft every able-bodied citizen, seize the bulk of their property, and imprison anyone who defies the order. Within a year we can be ready.”

    The Queen chewed her nails. “And my daughter?”

    “In time, I will bring her to you,” said the mirror. “This war will swell my power. Do this for me, and she will be yours forever.”

    So for a year and a day they made ready for war, columns of grim-faced conscripts marching through towns and villages to the music of blacksmith’s hammers ringing. Even those people who had once defended their ruler now called her the evil queen, and the stories of her darks powers spread.

    When the year was out the invasion force was ready, but it seemed that the Princess never appeared to Hammand, never married, never tried to stage the predicted coup. The Queen was almost disappointed.

    Of course, she launched the invasion anyway. She saw no reason not to. But her stepdaughter remained hidden. On the eve of the war the mirror promised to deliver the Princess home, and the Queen spent that day walking the highest towers and battlements of the castle, watching the horizon in all directions.

    After sunset she saw a procession of torches making its way to the castle. She ordered the gates opened and the multitude brought in, racing to the courtyard to meet them.

    The captain of the guard waited for her there. He was no longer the man he used to be; mad with love for her beauty, he’d hung himself from the battlements six months prior, but lived. The rope mark on his neck would take the rest of his life to fade.

    “Your majesty,” he said, voice still a bit garbled. “These pilgrims come with a gift for you.”

    “Who are they? Why have they come? Is it…?”

    “The Princess,” said the captain, with a nod. The Queen almost leapt for joy.

    “Is she here? Is my daughter—”

    “Dead. Your majesty.”

    The Queen froze. The words were impossible. They could not mean…?

    A ragged mob of peasants waited in the courtyard, bearing their precious cargo on log rollers. It was a casket of purest crystal with panes as clear as glass, built by the seven dweorg and delivered to the village that morning.

    Inside, dressed in whitest lace, with a bouquet of white lilies in her hands, was the Princess. So perfectly preserved was she by the fairy magic that one expected her breast to rise and fall with the quiet breath of a sleeper.

    But of course, it did not.

    The crowd parted for the Queen. They failed to kneel to her, but she didn’t notice. There was something lodged in her throat, and she swallowed hard around it. “How?” she said.

    “An old witch fed her a poisoned apple,” said the captain. “She confessed the whole story to us. It seems you pardoned her execution years ago, so when she heard the princess had betrayed you and turned fugitive she decided to repay the favor by taking revenge.”

    The Queen gasped. A tear squeezed from the corner of her eye. Her heart shriveled. She turned and left.

    The assembled villagers stirred in her absence. The captain caught her just inside the gate. “We can’t keep it here,” he said. “The people are already treating it as a shrine, a holy thing.”

    “I don’t care,” said the Queen.

    “You don’t understand what’s happening. The people believe that you murdered the princess.”

    “What?” The Queen turned on him.

    “Rumor says that you disguised yourself as the old witch and framed her for the deed.”

    “Absurd.”

    “Nevertheless it’s what they believe. The people are restless and angry. They have been for some time. They’re just waiting for an excuse to act.”

    “It doesn’t matter,” said the Queen. “My daughter’s heart has stopped. If mine does too, I will scarcely notice.”

    The mirror was waiting for her. The Queen picked up a silver candlestick from the bureau and raised it over her head. “You lied to me again,” she said.

    “Not entirely,” said the mirror. “I promised that the Princess would be yours forever. Is she not?”

    The Queen let the candlestick fly and the mirror shattered. But beyond the now-empty frame she saw a great void, as if the mirror were a window into an impossible abyss. And her reflection was still there, standing on the opposite side, a flesh and blood double.

    It stepped into the room, birthed into this world through the narrow passage. The Queen backed away. The Other Queen smiled in a pitiless way, stretching its arms above its head now that it was free.

    “Perhaps you would like to bring her back?” said the Other. “It’s within my power.”

    “Your power never gives me anything without finding some way to rob me of it,” said the Queen, backing further away from the doppelganger.

    “But what more can I take?” said the Other. “Is there any fate worse than this? And won’t everything you’ve done up till now be for nothing if she stays dead?”

    The Queen hesitated. “What price do you ask now?”

    The Other assumed an unreadable expression. “You,” is all it said.

    The two stood face to face. The Other touched the Queen’s cheek (so cold, those hands, like glass) and kissed he, although it felt not like a kiss at all. Then the Other all but threw her to the floor. The Queen landed hard.

    The Other disrobed, revealing that its entire body was the perfect reflection of hers, though of course backward, in the manner of a mirror. Naked to the waist, the Other crouched over her. The Queen’s pulse raced. “What’s the point of this?” she said.

    “Must there be one?”

    “Don’t play games.”

    “Maybe I just want you to love yourself?”

    The Other climbed on top of the Queen and held her in place, though the Queen did not struggle. The Other’s lips were cold and hard, but she didn’t mind. What did it matter anyway?

    Shards of glittering mirror glass littered the floor. The irises of the Other’s eyes seemed broken as well. Its hands felt like vices, mauling her body, stripping her clothes away, tearing and pawing, but the force it used was gratifying. She closed her eyes, relishing the rough touch on her soft flesh. Yes, why not this?

    Once it had stripped her the Other forced the Queen’s legs open. It ran its cold hands down her thighs and touched her. Then it stripped the remainder of its own garments and stood over her, legs apart, and that’s when the Queen saw that the Other was her double in every way except for one: a swollen cock dangled between its legs.

    It stroked itself, as if verifying that it was really there, and then it crouched over her again, taking her face in its hand, squeezing her cheeks and directing her vision to its eyes as it prepared to force its way into her. Just breathe, the Queen told herself. Just breathe and remember—

    The rest of her thought was cut off by the stabbing sensation below. The Other’s icy member slid all the way in. The Queen sobbed, as she had her first time, but just like the first time it was good too. T

    he Queen’s body shook with the force of the Other’s violent movements. She cried out, something between a gasp and a moan. The sound of her own voice horrified her. This went on and on. Before long the Queen’s head was pounding and her vision swam, eyes rolling in her head and lips twitching, as if she were drunk or sick or suffering a seizure.

    A hazy film came over the world. She stayed on the delirious, half-conscious verge of either death or insanity. The Other’s body was a function, nothing more. Not so for the Queen; her body ached in a way that was distinctly sinful.

    Once, it stopped, and the Queen thought perhaps the whole thing was over, but it didn’t let her rest long, turning her over so that she had to fight to hold her head up and avoid cutting her face on the broken glass. The Other entered her from behind and a feeling like fire ran up from the base of her spine.

    She saw her face reflected over and over again in the broken glass, and behind her, her other face. In a moment of mortal horror she realized she could barely tell them apart.

    Now she pushed herself back against the violation. Now she welcomed it. She threw her head back, admiring the sinewy strength of her Other body. She lost herself in the hundreds and hundreds of reflections, and herself, and herself, over and over and over again. She saw the bloody O of her lips in the broken mirror and thought: Oh yes, lips as red as blood.

    When it was over, the Other seemed to have lost something of its tangibility. The Queen was disappointed; she would have hoped she had more substance than that. She cleaned and dressed herself, then kicked the broken glass with her bare foot. “What now?” she said.

    “The relief to the curse that laid your daughter low is simple,” said the Other. “All she requires is true love’s first kiss.”

    The Queen prepared to go.

    “Wait,” said the Other. “The kiss must come not from one who loves her, but from one she loves in return.”

    The Queen bit her fingers. “There is no such person,” she said.

    “Not yet, perhaps,” said the Other. It gathered up the scattered shards of broken mirror and they melted together into a strange, crystalline mass while the Queen watched, confused.

    “For years you have spoken your heart’s desire into this mirror. The essence of your heart is here, in the very glass itself, and I will grant it a figure and form pleasing to the princess’ eyes.”

    The mass of liquid glass took on a human shape, and then somehow it became solid and real. Before the Queen was an androgynous thing, a masculine figure invested with the Queen’s own beauty, but cold-eyed and smiling like an idiot.

    It was a dull puppet, moving at the Other’s command, but it appeared alive in every way. The Queen looked at the bizarre creation with a mix of awe and disgust. It was awful, but she knew in her heart that it was the perfect snare for her stepdaughter.

    “Shall I send your daughter her charming prince?” said the Other.

    The Queen nodded her assent and the toy prince left on his mission, a blank automaton obeying the will of whatever inhuman power inhabited it. The frame of the mirror was empty now, no longer a window to the void, and the Other seemed to have gone, though the Queen suspected that the better part of its dark self went with the “prince.”

    There was nothing to do now but wait. An hour later the captain arrived, looking shaken and amazed. He stammered out: “Your daughter!”

    The Queen nodded. “Is she…?”

    “Alive!” said the captain. “A miracle. The people are calling her a goddess.”

    “And so she is,” said the Queen, rising.

    “But your majesty—”

    “Take me to her.”

    The masses of villagers were in the hall, forming a closed circle. They didn’t part for the Queen, and somewhere in her mind she registered outrage that these filthy, unkempt people should be so presumptuous. But most of her ignored them and simply pushed through.

    The captain stayed by her side all the way. There, waiting for her, was her stepdaughter. The Princess’ beauty blinded the Queen; she had grown up in the missing year, becoming more fully herself.

    Her eyes were two bright blue shards of ice to match the wintry tones of her complexion, and her oh-so red lips were frozen in a coy half smile while her black-as-night hair coiled on top of her head like some lustrous snake.

    The puppet prince stood by her side. The Queen almost kneeled. Her heart was ready to burst.

    It was a moment before she realized something was wrong: the Princess sat on the Queen’s own throne, and on her fair brow rested a crown. The Queen became aware of the closeness of the mob, and for the first time noticed that they carried heavy instruments and sharp-edged farm tools.

    The Princess, in her royal splendor, looked at the Queen with a face devoid of life or emotion, as blank-eyed and pitiless as her prince. The air around her was as cold as a January morning. One could scarcely believe her heart beat.

    “What’s going on?” said the Queen.

    The Princess didn’t answer. The Queen took two steps up to the throne—her throne—but the toy prince blocked her path.

    The villagers stared at her with hateful expressions. They clutched their weapons in dirty, calloused hands. The Queen began to tremble. Then the captain put a scroll in her hand. Tears blurred her vision, but she saw the royal seal pressed into fresh wax at the bottom, though she had handed down no declarations today.

    “What is this?” the Queen said. The captain sighed and looked away. It was the Princess who finally gave her the answer:

    “It’s a writ of execution,” she said.


  • Katie’s Horror, Part Three

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    Katie’s screams for help echoed throughout the Warehouses. She reaches up as he pulls her hair, trying to get some sort of relief from the tough and sharp pain on her head.

    “Where the fuck are you taking me?!?!?!?” Katie screams out to her captor as he keeps on dragging her through the dark and abandoned streets.

    “Go head, scream all you want…” He says to her as he grins. “Kinna like that…”

    Katie’s watery eyes looks around. The blinking lights of the industrial neighborhood are soft and slow glowing. No houses for miles. Just warehouses and factories belching steam and smoke. She is pulled up a rusty ramp, and through a heavy iron door that clangs shut once they’re inside the desolate room.

    A dim light casts long shadows in the large room. Chains and assorted benches and restraints line the walls and ceiling. Katie takes this all in as quietly she hears a soft and quiet whimper from a large cage in the corner of the room, darkness consuming most of it. She turns her head into the direction of the gentle cries, but immediately her head is jerked back by the Man’s thick hands grasping her hair.

    He moves her roughly, like some cruel puppet master, dragging her to what looks like a horse saddle-shaped bench in the middle of the room. He lays her out on her back and pulls her hands and arms over her head. Katie feels the cold touch of steel on her wrists as he closes the restraints. Another movement and she feels the same thing on her small ankles as he forces her legs painfully wide apart.

    Katie remains silent as he watches him restrain her down, not knowing what to expect after a night like this. The Man looks down at her and chuckles softly. Soon he walks out of sight into the shadows. Katie turns her head back and forth, trying to figure out a way to escape.

    From the shadows, the sound of a soft clang is heard. Katie turns her head to the place of the sound where the cage stood.

    The Man walks into the light, dragging with him a bedraggled redhead girl, her skin freckled and milky, fresh tear marks on her face. They both exchange deep stares, both seeing the same fear in each other.
    A collar circles her neck as she hesitantly approaches Katie, being directed by The Man. He unzips his pants, slowly stroking his cock into hardness yet again as he says loudly to the girl, “Clean this bitch up…”
    The girl walks closer to Katie, slightly whimpering. As she comes into the light, the signs of her beatings are visible and clear as day: welts, bruises, scars, and other signs of abuse are all over her body. She looks up to the Man briefly before sinking her head down between Katie’s legs. The soft red curls of hairs lightly tickle Katie’s thigh as her tongue begins to dart in and out of her pussy lips.

    Katie gasps for air as what feels like electricity runs through her body. Her body starts to writhe as this girl licks her pussy, her restraints being tested.

    The Captor grins as he surveys the sick little scene. Soon he grabs a hold of the little Redhead’s waist and slams his cock into her cunt.

    The girl’s lapping increases as she whimpers and cries softly against Katie’s pussy. The intense hammerings push her rhythmically back and forth against Katie’s clit and pussy lips, despite the girl’s quiet protests.

    “Yeahh,” The Captor says as he slams into the redhead. “Thass right, feels good, don’t it?” His cock drills the redhead as he watches Katie intently, getting off to her forced pleasure.
    She looks away as she tries to avoid his lustful stare. Her mind fills with disgust knowing he is watching and getting off to this. Katie’s mind fills with shame, replacing the disgust, and begins to cry softly as she feels the soft tears from the Redhead splash down onto her pussy.

    The Captor growls, pumping harder as he ravages her abused cunt. Katie watches him tense up as he cums inside the Redhead’s pussy, her weeping vibrating Katie’s pussy even as she increases her lickings. As he finishes, he keeps his cock inside of her and leans forward to get a closer view of what she’s doing.

    Subtly he directs her, making her push Katie to the heights of pleasure even as Katie is lost in shame. She hears his raspy voice as he whispers to the redhead, “Get her odd or I’ll use the cigarettes again…” Immediately her lickings become deeper, more urgent. It’s all Katie needs to cum again. Her pussy gushes the sweet nectar as the little Red Head laps it all up with her little and powerful tongue.

    The Man grunts as he slides out of her, his cock making an awful slopping noise as he stands her up and pushes her toward Katie. “Now make her clean you up…” he says to the Red Head.

    She whimpers as she approaches Katie, raising her hips up to slide her pussy over Katie’s mouth. The Man chuckles as his cum slowly drips onto Katie’s face from the Red Head’s cum filled pussy. The Red Head slowly lowers her body onto Katie’s face even more. Having no other choice, Katie begins to lick the first pussy she has ever licked.

    She begins to moan low, and slowly starts to grind on her face, slowly at first, but becoming more urgent and slightly more aggressive. Her pussy grows wetter under Katie’s diligent and inexperienced lickings.
    Katie jumps a little at first as she feels her Captor between her legs with his cock sliding into her wet hole slowly as he matches almost perfectly the Red Head’s downward thrusts onto Katie’s face. Katie puts up no resistance even if she wanted to, for fear of getting the same punishments the Red Head has received.

    The Red Head moans as her tiny gasps of pleasure increase. Her grindings become more and rougher as she reaches down and takes Katie’s hair into her fists, forcing her toward her clit. Her grip is tight and painful as she stares into her eyes. The pain in her eyes mixes with a lustful cruelty. Katie’s thighs slap as The Man continues to pump away. Her eyes well up in tears as the sharp, hot pain in her thighs from his slapping grows, and the heavy weight put on her mouth as the Red Head rides Katie’s wiggling tongue.

    Katie licks with more urgency in the hopes of getting air. Her muffled moans for help are all that the Red Head needed. The wet and abused pussy of the Red Head tensed up and released a surge of her warm and sweet cum, still mixed with The Man’s cum onto Katie’s face and tongue.

    As she shivers briefly and lightly rubs her pussy over Katie’s face The Black Man grunts loudly and pumps Katie full of his warm and sticky seed once again. The Red Head whimpers, looking up at him, unsure of what to do. He quickly drags her over to a large number of sex toys on a nearby wall. Methodically, he chooses a massive strap on. The Red Head steps into it hesitantly, but with a slight lustful gleam in her eye.

    “I’m leaving you two bitches for the night, but I expect you to be good fucking little whores for me…” He grins as he pushes the Red Head down between Katie’s wide open legs. He pulls her arms up, affixing each to chains dangling from the ceiling, securing her there, but allows her legs to move freely.

    “You keep that cock in her, bitch.” He says to her as he grabs her face and jerks it into his face. “If I come back tomorrow, and it ain’t in her…” He lets the last sentence trail off as he gives he a meaningful look.

    She hesitates, and then begins to slide the massive head into Katie. It slides in with ease from the Man’s cum already lubricating her pussy. Katie begins to cry softly, staring off into space as her quiet whimpers fill the room. She knows that this is going to be the rest of her life, locked away as a sex slave.

    The Man walks to the back of the room, into the darkness. Just before the door shuts with a loud clang, he shouts back to them, “Get her nice and stretched! We got another party tomorrow!…”

    The girl, alone with Katie, begins to move the large strap on into Katie in slow, grinding motions as she tries to pleasure her only friend in this bleak existence. The dildo slides into her slower and slower until it’s fully engulfed into Katie’s abused and sore cunt.

    Katie lays there in her chains as the dildo slowly moves into her. She cries softly into the quiet room as the soft and gentle pushes of the dildo give her some comfort.

    The Red Head’s voice, cracked and broken from so many nights of crying and sobbing, echoes in the chamber of horrors. “Feels… so… good…” She whispers softly. Her thrusts become more rapid. She grinds her body against Katie’s as she gets more bold, taking her pleasure from using Katie.

    Katie’s body writhes in silent orgasm as she feels the Red Head’s grindings against her body. Soon enough, the Red Head climaxes, her thighs quivering against Katie’s as the Red Head moans in shame.
    The lights slowly dim as she fades, her exhaustion taking over, the cock still deep inside of Katie. As darkness slowly consumes the room even more, the soft blinking of a red light goes on and on in the corner of the room.

    Katie moves her thighs against the Red Heads in an attempt to get her attention. Slowly the girl stirs from her exhaustion nap, looking down at Katie.

    “He video tapes this sick shit?” Katie asks. Her voice is soft and cracked.

    “He… He…” She sobs a little. “… He brings the ones that want us…”

    The tears of memories from the Red Head land softly onto Katie’s naked chest. Katie takes her thighs and softly rubs them against the Red Head in some attempt to console her now only friend.The darkness takes over completely, throwing the room into total darkness, save for the red light blinking, and blinking, and blinking…


  • Hollyoaks V Prison Break – final chapter

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    characters from Brit Teen soap act out convict orgy. Mail me if you’d like pics of each babe. Finc

    The straddling man nodded excitedly his hand on his cock his balls slapping on Steph’s screaming face. He was getting harder every second his length unfurling to attention. He could see how much fun his longhaired biker friend was having. That man was licking Becca’s neck, tongue in her ear whispering,” not long now, shit your gonna get a fucking bucket full of spunk inside you any second!”

    The other man didn’t care what Becca was “gonna get up her.” Now with his cock poker stiff he stood pulling Steph’s long blonde mane, making her get to her feet. Her fabulous hot legs bent in at the knees as she tried to cover her nakedness. With the musky licked slit now gone Becca gasped and clawed the ground her insides feeling the increased hammering as the bug man could now get to work on her curves with vengeance, while watching his friend finally fuck the other.

    The horrified Steph was pushed a few feet toward the wreckage, her head shaking, the man’s cock waving at her like a prison guard’s baton. He spun her around her hands falling onto the bonnet of the steaming prison wagon as he mounted her from behind.

    From across the way Mandy saw the girl look to the heavens in desperation her long nails hands clawing the metal radiator grill as the angry stiff rod thrust up her licked wet slit. His entry was fierce lifting her onto tiptoes her mouth open in a fly catching yawn. He gripped her waist his pelvis a blur of power as he thrust up and down like he was pneumatic powered, and her look of horrid penetration was match by a wolf long howl of dismay from her sweet mouth.

    As if in celebration poor Louise’s game had come to a climax both men erupting over her tits the girl looking down in disgust as her beautiful buns spattered with sticky thick spray the men mouthing obscenities as their cocks slapped her fantastic breasts and elegant snooty physique. She was disgusted, wriggling in dismay and refusal.

    She was still shaking her head looking down over dripping tits when an old fat con waddled up to her. He had stripped completed naked except his boots, his hair white and bedraggled like some evil grizzly Adams. He had a rope in one hand and with the other gently helped her stand; leading her hand in hand towards a twisted branched tree.

    “P…. Please,” she stammered unsure what he intended.

    She was looking around desperate for help but followed him passively, still holding his hand as if taking an evening stroll in the park.

    But Mandy couldn’t worry about her friends anymore. She had pressing problems of her own. On her back the nasty cons hand deep up inside her Mandy’s tried to get herself free. But it was useless. The man’s hand was twisting, his cock banging with fury up her rear. His wrist was pulling out long enough to stretch her lips to their limit before punishing back in, his cock also seemed intent on rubbing so fast it would ignite her ass tube.

    “Stop fighting bitch,” he snarled as the blonde stunners wriggled and bucked like she was live with electricity

    “Stoppppppppp!” She gasped through gritted teeth before giving a deep belly grunt at one deep fingered twist inside her.

    She was desperate to be free of the insane gyancological examination. “Get out of meeee!” She screamed.

    Suddenly her wrist was gripped another mans hips straddling her neck his hand on the back of her head his cock pushing to her mouth. Then inside, then deeper, Mandy’s eyes cross as he seemed intent on burrowing to her tummy.

    “Get chewing on this sweetie.” He laughed, “Santiago’s doing just fine inside you.”

    He done it so fast that she was unable to argue and blushed at her own compliance.
    She was slurping and gagging his big bulk jerking forward his sweaty ball sack slapping her chin both hands now on her head pulling tight allowing her hands to grip his ass, her claws biting deep .But this only seemed to excite him more, all the while her body still buggered and fisted.

    Santiago, his hand and cock hot with teen flesh grunted in humiliating fun; “yes it so naughty honey bet your ma and pa will be soo proud.”

    The man pumping her hot lips agreed adding. ”It’s alright if you need to feint-we’ll just carry on without you.”

    As she struggled with her new mouth master Mandy’s eyes turned to the left away from the crash. There were shouting and laughter as six or seven more men surrounded the final two girls. The McQueen sisters were both in states of half nakedness their cute thin faces in differing expressions or effort and horror.

    Carmel gritted her teeth nodding in desperation her hand wanking one then another fat cock and hairy sack. The men were closing around the other sister Mercedes. Her arms were tied behind her back. She was knelt her face already spattered with come the men eager for one babe to jerk them over the face of the other. The gang howled with amusement.

    “Now me bitch come on make me spurt all over your sis!”

    Back in the bus Carmel just wanted them all to be friends while Mercedes the fiery one was always ready cause trouble. Carmel didn’t want trouble; life was too short. Now she had bags of it. Her sisters grunts of disgust were filling her ears as another mans cock erupted in her hand spattering her sister’s neck and tits with a blanket of white slime.

    Mercedes hands fell to the floor her head down gasping as the men released her binds.
    Four more men had new plans pushing both girls so they knelt stripped naked on hands and knees face to face, Carmel’s big tits were hanging down like huge udders, Mercedes firm domes dripping come.

    Carmel’s mouth opened in a horrified gasp as a con entered her from behind pulling her hot rear onto his cock. Another rammed up Mercedes the beautiful babe cursing the prisoner as he too gripped hot hips his pelvis pushing so deep she half spat half gasped into her sister’s face. But Carmel could not pull back; many angry hands gripping both her and her sister’s heads making them kiss on the lips. Both were being rear fucked while pushing their mouths into a long saliva dripping embrace

    The men were cheering; delighted with the forced sister action.

    “That’s it girls, lez out while we pound away!”

    The man fucking Mandy’s face looked back over his shoulder. He had so much to look at. Apart from the sisters lesbian spit roast there was fucking and coming everywhere

    That long legged bitch had finished getting her pussy licked and now she hammered on the tilted bonnet of the college bus as she was rear fucked. The con was like a big grimy ape behind the nubile sweat glistening body of the ultra thin long legged pinned babe. He was cumming deep inside her; Steph’s head thrown back feeling him flushing her tube full of sticky goo.

    “Oh yes fucking tidal wave man, “he roared above her revolted moan, “fucking Niagara falls!”

    On the floor beside her Becca’s tits bounced like beach balls hair whipping like a fillies tail. The man had spun her around pumping her while she lay on her back, legs up around his fat hairy ass. As the biker bug man came he twisted her tits like big dials the blondes back arching his cock springing free of her pussy the come flying everywhere hitting her tummy and thighs like he was withdrawing an erupting champagne bottle. Becca’s hands instinctively rose to shield her and were covered in streams of come. She gave a disgust groan lashes flaring as she looked wide eyed at her hands long strands between her open fingers. It looked like she was playing cats cradle with semen.

    The fucking con was delighted with his efforts.

    “Oh yess! Good girl, good girl, now lets see long legs over there lick your hands clean!”

    The bonnets fuck Steph was dragged down by her hair towards the spattered hands. Steph was shaking her head, mouth open in protest. Becca’s wrists were gripped her fingers splayed in disgust the come dripping from her nail tips. Two slimy digits went into Steph’s gasping mouth .Becca was also shaking her head in disgust as sexy lips began stripping the come from her fingers.

    “Every finger honey!” the men ordered as more long digits were pushed in

    Steph was gagging; her eyes showing how she felt as her tongue savoured the awful junk.

    Mandy heard her mouth fucker groan. “Oh shit uggggghhhh I’m cumming!!!!

    The man in Mandy’s mouth had seen enough his balls tightening his hand gripping her head holding her onto his erupting cock. He looked down at his beautiful babe, feeling himself release inside her soft mouth.

    “Ohhhh it’s like fucking pissing white!” He gasped amazed by his own performance.

    Mandy’s mouth foamed like a rabid animal her luscious lips a pink oval around white bubbling goo blanket. Suddenly she coughed, the white filth collapsing inwards, her throat gulping for air sucking down his load.

    And as she choked on the cum her body suddenly twisted and contorted, her eyes on storks and with a audible pop her pussy spat out the other mans wrist and fingers. Almost at the same time she felt the rushing bowel inducing movement as his cock pulled from her sore ass tunnel.

    Slooockkk!

    She fell onto her back hands to her mouth coughing spunk, her anal attacker staggering to his feet his hand gripping his cock rampant. He had enough of this bitch, time to enjoy another.

    To his right nearby the sisters Carmel and Mercedes were side by side on all fours like obedient watch dogs a con a piece gripping their tight waists fucking them from behind. Carmel’s massive tits were swinging back and forth to the fucking rhythm; her sister whipping her long brunette hair like some wild witch. As they gasped and cussed Mandy’s near orgasmic attacker the man named Santiago stood in front of them legs apart jacking his cock over their faces.

    “Yes, yes, arggggggggggg fucking take it bitches!”

    He came over Mercedes, his cock spraying her dark freckled face with thick explosive spurts of white. She screamed in disgust between grunts unlike her sister who could only just gag. Carmel’s lips were now swallowing Santiago’s’ wet fingers as he forced his pussy fisting hand into her mouth. The big titted cow’s mouth was spread amazingly wide like a clowns smile as all four fingers that had recently been up inside Mandy were swallowed to the knuckles.

    Mandy staggered to her feet. She was free now the men nearby cheering on the sister gang bang. The doggie fucking men began grunting in unison as they exploded up the sisters. Both babes made gasping groans, Carmel’s more of a full mouth mumble as their pussies filled in synchronised spurts.

    Mandy pulled further away. Her mouth was awash with filthy spunk, her ass and pussy sore. She could see on the other side of the crash the tree line where Louise has been pulled towards.

    The gorgeous brunette was on tip toes in fact virtually swinging as her rope coiled tits suspended her from a branch. The old con like some white haired Uncle Jesse character was gripping her lovely waist as his pushed his cock up her ass at a steady energetic pace. Every so often he stroked her hair lovingly as if they were sweethearts. Louise was open mouthed in a long wail feeling her tits bulge blue with restriction her arms tied behind her back. She was nodding as he asked if she liked it, her mind saying anything, doing anything to get it over with.

    Back over Mandy’s shoulder another two men had taken position and were hammering Carmel and her sister to accompanying cheers. The girls had stopped resisting now and were making small grunts of sensation as they dutifully serviced the remaining crowd.

    Mandy ran towards the steep hill side, she needed to get to the road. One con pushed past her and she froze in horror but he was heading back towards the wrecked school bus. There Becca’s and Steph’s forced games had become boring and the men had moved on to new ideas.

    Mandy bit her hand to stop herself screaming as she saw a tool box broken open, eager metal pliers been gripped on Becca’s big nipples; Steph bent double on her back, legs either side of her head. Her pussy and ass were been probed by metal devices as cons griped her ankles tightly.

    Now over at the tree the Uncle Jesse was gripping both of Louise’s bulging coiled tits as he fired off inside her. She was shaking her head and begging for release.

    “No please no more, let me down I can’t take any longer.”

    She had become more animated aware a queue of horny stiff cocked cons was beginning to form behind her suspended body.

    “Oh God,” Mandy gasped gripping the steaming front of the prison wagon helping it pull her up towards the road above. “I’ve got to get out of here!”

    Suddenly she screamed a big black bicep around her neck. From the driver door a huge blood spatter man fell on her, pinning her to the hillside. His powerful hand pressed down on her back Mandy biting the ground.

    Bison was confused. How long had he been out? What the hell was going on?

    He raised his head surveying the clearing below. It took him only moments to realise everything had gone to rat shit. “Just left for fucking dead,” he grunted annoyed but accepting there was no honour among convicts. He then looked down at his wriggling prey.

    “And where do you think you’re going,” he asked with a grin at his pinned blonde.

    Suddenly he looked up like he was sniffing the air, so did Mandy. There were faint sounds of sirens. She gasps a “thank God” as the sound waxed and waned, the vehicles still some distant off, but definitely heading this way.

    “Now you’ve fucking had it!” she spat seeing his face grimace realising the game was up. He paused for a moment then looked down with a grin.

    “A good five to six minutes away,” he said spinning her around pulling her up to him her tits thrusting forward his big arms and wide hips easily opening her thighs. “Five minutes you won’t forget in a hurry!”

    The sirens never seemed to get closer. Was it five minutes or ten, Mandy couldn’t tell? It was difficult to control rational thought or keep her senses in line. The jack hammer effect of the big man up inside her made her teeth chatter her vision blur and the noise around her feint against his grunting and her pussy squelching. He was like a machine; a steam train; a flash flood or some other unstoppable force.

    She sensed voices, shouting then gun shots but everything was on top of her head thrashing, pussy pounding private world. She was grunting like a demented animal as voice shouted arms around the neck of her big black monster. His strength was incredible a blow to his face with shotgun butt not slowing him. She was at the edge of passing out. But she could also feel herself on fire, pussy in spasm her clit electric.

    She was cumming! Cumming while he looked down on her beautiful embarrassed face. Cumming while all around wrestled to pull the man from her. Her deep belly groans and fixed stare obvious to all around how her body was responding.

    His cock began to spit her muscles gripping his black length as he hosed his cum deep up inside her. There was a second then third spurt as many more arms now pulled his face from her. His torso reared back and away his cock slipping from her sore stuffed shaft come flying in long ticker tape strands across her tummy and tits. Until in a heap of state troopers her assailant was finally stopped.


  • her best friend Carolyn 4

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    Sex among friends gets really wild

    Her best friend Carolyn 4

    My wife and I had just had some wild sex earlier in the day with her best friend from high school, before she had to leave and go to a brewfest in town and meet some other friends for a few hours. We had not been able to finish what was shaping up to be the hottest, wildest sex of our lives because we were worried about waking up our kids, and Carolyn had promised to meet some friends while she was in town. She did promise to come back to our house that night, and finish what she started as soon as she got done at the brewfest.

    My wife and I were so turned on after getting it on with her friend that we had gone out and bought a bunch of sex toys, lube, and sexy outfits for the girls to wear when Carolyn got back that night. It helped that both of them are built pretty similar. They are both about 5’5”, curvy, with big tits, and wonderful round asses. My wife has the bigger tits by far, though, 40DDD. I found out later that Carolyn has to get by with “only” 38DD, but I will not ever complain, as long as she lets me suck them and slide my cock between them when she is in town.

    While we were waiting for Carolyn to come back, we sent the kids over to my in-laws, so that we would not have any chance of a distraction later that night. We were so horny, we could not keep our hands off of each other. I kept pulling down my wife’s pants wherever we were in the house, and sucking and licking her pussy and asshole while I told her what I was going to do to her and Carolyn when she came back.

    I had Michele bent over the back of one of our couches, eating her pussy and ass like my life depended on it when we heard a car pull up in the driveway, and car doors close. It was right about when we were expecting Carolyn to come back, so I kept on working on my wife, although she tried to disengage.

    “Quit it! Carolyn is coming!”

    “I think we are way past worrying about getting caught by Carolyn, Baby. I just can’t stop eating out this beautiful pussy, and tasty ass. Maybe she will want to dive in too.”

    “You dirty fuck, you are going to turn me into a total slut aren’t you?”

    “No, I am just going to let your natural sluttiness come out, and I know you are going to love it!”

    Just then, there was a knock on the door. “Come on in, Carolyn, we had to get started without you!”

    The door opened behind us, and Carolyn said “Nice show guys, I was hoping you wouldn’t change your minds! “

    And then, we almost jumped out of our skin when we heard another voice say “I never had any idea you guys were so kinky! If I had, I would have been fucking you both since I was in high school!”

    We spun around, and saw that it was Carolyn’s younger sister Marie that was watching everything we were doing. Marie is 28, about 5 years younger than Carolyn and my wife. She had her sisters’ big boobs, but she was much taller, about 5’9”, and much thinner. It was a joke in her family that they thought she was someone else’s kid, because she was so much taller than the rest of her family. She was gorgeous, with curly, black hair, and an olive complexion, but I had always thought of her as extremely conservative. She had been a concert violinist before she had gone back to school to get a degree in fashion merchandising, and started making the big bucks as a fashion exec like her big sister.

    I thought, “Fuck, I guess our night of fun, uninhibited sex is not going to happen now. There is probably no way Marie is going to be into all of that”

    Marie took care of those thoughts of mine by saying, “I have to get a taste of that pussy! Carolyn has been telling me all afternoon how delicious it is.”

    Marie got down on her knees, and crawled over to my wife. Michele was looking at me, Carolyn, and back to Marie with a look of disbelief, but she turned around and bent over the arm of the couch, and exposed her pussy to Marie. Marie just jammed her face into my wife’s pussy and started licking up her juices. They both started moaning right away, and my cock got so hard, it was hurting while I watched my wife getting attacked by her friend’s little sister.

    Michele was really getting into it saying all kinds of dirty things to Marie “Lick up all that pussy juice, you little cunt. I know you were frigging your self out in the hall in San Francisco when Carolyn and I were getting it on. You have been wanting this for a long time, haven’t you? I am going to be really rough with your pussy when I get to it, just like Carolyn says you like it!”

    “Holy shit! I keep learning things about you girls I had no idea about. I always thought Marie was the conservative classical violinist. I cant believe you are eating my wife’s pussy in front of me and your own sister! You are a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

    Marie pulled her face out of my wife’s pussy, and started rubbing it up and down with the palm of her hand. “I am probably the wildest one of all of my sisters. A lot of people assume you are conservative if you are a classical musician, but they really are the wildest bunch of freaks you will ever find. Most of them have been pushed extremely hard by their parents from a very young age, and the most common way for them to rebel is by getting fucked by all of the other musicians. There are a lot of orgies, and perversions, especially when we travel. I will have to show you some of my videos.”

    “Hell Yes. Just email them to me when you get a chance. That reminds me, Do you guys mind if I film this tonight, so that we can all enjoy it again whenever we want?”

    Carolyn chuckled and said “I was going to ask the same thing, because I want to be able to relive this night whenever I want. I know that Michele is fine with it, since she has been sending me hot videos of you two fucking and sucking. You really have to see some of Marie’s videos. We watch them all the time at home, and we almost always end up fucking each other afterward.”

    ”You’re kidding, you fuck your own sister!?”

    “Of course! Our whole family is very open about that sort of thing. We do whatever we want, whenever we want, and don’t have any hang-ups about it. I hope you and Michele can start joining in.”

    ”You got it! Why don’t we start right now. Let me help you get out of that dress, and you can go over next to Michele and bend over the back of the couch while I eat your pussy and ass.”

    I helped Carolyn pull her dress over her head, undid her bra, and let her fabulous tits swing free. I am a huge tit man, and I cannot pass up sucking on them whenever they are in front of me, so I started sucking and kneading them as I pushed her toward the couch. Carolyn was pulling my head hard into her tits, while she was rubbing her pussy. We were so into what we were doing on our way to the couch, that we ran into Marie, and ended up pushing her face pretty hard into Michele’s pussy. I thought that we might have hurt one of them, but they both just got more turned on, and started getting more rough with each other. Michele was reaching around and holding on to Marie’s head, and just grinding her pussy into her face.

    While I was watching the show next to me, I flipped Carolyn around next to Michele, and pushed her over so that I had unrestricted access to her pussy and her beautiful brown asshole. I proceeded to lick up and down her slit, enjoying the taste of the first pussy other than my wife’s in the last ten years. It was great, with a different taste, smaller pussy lips, and nicely trimmed black pussy hair. I really enjoyed licking all over her ass and pussy because it was all totally smooth except for a little patch of hair on top of her pussy.

    Carolyn started moaning pretty loud, and she began to tell me exactly what she wanted me to do to her. “That’s it, you really know how to eat a girl out, you fucking stud! Stick your tongue as far as you can in my asshole, I know you like that tight little shitter! Oh fuck, that’s the way! Rub my clit while you eat my asshole! Oh god, you are going to make me come all over you!”

    I was so turned on, I could have come right then, and no one had even touched my cock yet. I looked over at Marie still going to town on my wife. Her whole face was shiny from Michele’s juices, and she was sucking on her clit while she was jamming two fingers in Michele’s pussy, and two in her asshole. Michele was grunting and moaning from the attention she was getting from Marie, and so was Carolyn from the attention I was giving her.

    “Why don’t you two make out and play with each other’s tits while Marie and I are eating these delicious pussies? “

    The girls did not need any more encouragement, and they immediately started kissing and sucking on each other’s mouths while they were still moaning from the tongue and finger fucking Marie and I were giving them. They began tugging and squeezing on each others huge tits, and when I looked over the back of the couch, I could see Michele’s tits spraying huge streams of milk all over the couch and on Carolyn.

    I reached over and began rubbing Marie’s big tits through her dress, and she stood up and pulled off her dress as fast as she could while she tried to keep a hand in my wife’s pussy. She was quite a sight to see. She was in great shape, with a nice tan, no tan-lines, a tight round ass, and a totally shaved pussy. The best thing about her, just like her sister, were those huge titties. They almost looked out of place on such a thin girl, and she had similar small, dark nipples that stood out when they were hard. I kept twisting two of my fingers in Carolyn’s asshole, and I began kissing Marie, and licking all of my wife’s juices off of her face. I began to kiss my way down her neck towards those beautiful tits. I had to suck on them right away. I had been ogling those tits since she was a sophomore in high school, dreaming of sucking on them and sliding my cock between them, and now I finally was making it a reality.

    Marie and I were paying attention to each other, so Michele and Carolyn stood up and started kissing, and rubbing their huge tits together. They both reached around and started rubbing and kneading each other’s asses as well. I could see Michele’s asshole from where I was kneeling, and could see it gape open a little bit when Carolyn would pull her asscheeks apart. All I could think about when I saw that was fucking her ass mercilessly, and then doing the same to Carolyn and Marie. I knew I would have the chance to do just that if I could last long enough with these three sex fiends. I could not wait to see my wife finally eat some pussy and ass, and I did not have to wait long.

    I pushed Marie around over the back of the couch and bent her over so I could get at her beautiful shaved pussy, and tight pink asshole. I said to Michele, “Why don’t you bend Carolyn over the couch next to Marie, and we can eat pussy together?”

    “Hell yes! That will be totally incredible to be able to see each other eating out someone else’s pussy for the first time. I hope you have plenty of energy, because you’re going to need it all to satisfy us three fuck sluts tonight! I can’t wait to see you fucking the Carolyn and Marie’s asses while I am eating their pussies!”

    “Watch me, and do what I do. We can satisfy both sisters while we watch each other do it. I will probably have to reach over and fondle you at the same time too. Feel free to stroke my cock while you have your face in Carolyn’s pussy and asshole. I will have to kiss you a lot too, so that we can taste each sisters juices on our tongues.”

    The sisters both yelled, “Enough talking, eat some pussy already you fuckers!”

    I started by licking and biting up the back of Marie’s leg, paying special attention to the sensitive area around the back of her knee. Michele was a good student, and was doing everything I was, while she kept her eyes glued on me. She looked a little nervous as we worked our way further up the sister’s legs. Both of the girls were extremely wet, and some of their juices were running down their legs. As soon as Michele tasted a little of Carolyn’s pussy juice, her trepidation melted away, and she licked her way up the trail of juice right to Carolyn’s sopping wet pussy. She just dove right in, and ran her tongue all up and down Carolyn’s slit, looking like she was trying to suck her dry. There was no hope of that, since Carolyn just got wetter, and started moaning right away and pushing her pussy onto Michele’s face with abandon. I was doing the same with Marie’s bald pussy, trying to stick my tongue as far as I could into her while I rubbed her swollen clit with my thumb. Marie seemed like she was cumming almost immediately, and I could feel her pussy spasming on my tongue. I just loved tasting a new pussy, the slightly different taste, the smaller lips, and that perfect dark brown asshole, right there for me to enjoy.

    I looked over at my wife, and saw that she did not need any more pointers from me about eating pussy. She was fingering Carolyn, licking her clit, and smacking her ass with her other hand. Carolyn was on cloud 9, saying all kinds of dirty things to my wife, while she grinded her pussy on my wife’s face. She and her sister were definitely the wildest girls I had ever met, and I did not even know it until this night. They were kissing, and being really rough with each others tits on the other side of the couch.

    “Now don’t forget to pay attention to Carolyn’s asshole too, you know how much she enjoys it.” I started to lick Marie’s asshole in a circular pattern, tasting her delicious ass, and working my way inwards toward her hole. She was really digging it, her little hole was spasming, and she was pushing back onto my tongue. I noticed that Michele had stopped eating out her best friend, and was watching me while rubbing her own pussy.

    “That is the sexiest thing I have ever seen, I keep thinking about when you do that to me, and I can’t believe you are doing it to my best friend’s little sister!”

    “I know! I am about to cum right now, and no one has even touched my cock yet. I am really getting off tasting these two new pussies and asses. I can’t believe we didn’t do this years ago.”

    “You better not come without one of our mouths on your cock! We are going to suck you dry tonight, and if you need a break, you can run the camera while all of us girls fuck each other.”

    “I don’t see any problem with that. I will get the camera out right now and set it on the tripod, so none of us are out of the action. Marie, I will be right back.” I rammed a couple fingers into her pussy, and then licked them off while I walked around the other side of the couch to get the camera and tripod out of the closet. As I walked by Marie and Carolyn, I slapped each of them in the face with my cock and said “You girls are going to need to pay some attention to this big cock as soon as I get the camera set up!”

    “Yes, master!” said Carolyn jokingly, and she went right back to pushing herself back onto my wife’s face and fingers.

    Marie was watching my bobbing hard-on with a look of lust and said “I promise I will suck your big cock all the way down to your balls. I want you to fuck my face and make me gag on that big dick! Carolyn is a master cocksucker, and she taught me everything I know. You won’t believe the things she can do to you, and the things she can teach Michele tonight!”

    “I look forward to it, why don’t you help Michele pleasure your sister while I set up the camera?”

    Marie stood up, and began kissing Michele, and squeezing her tits, making milk shoot out all over the place. She began sucking on her tits, tasting that sweet milk, and really enjoying it. Michele went back to eating out her best friends pussy like she had been doing it since they were in high-school, certainly not like it was her first time tasting another woman’s juices. All three of these women were on fire, and I knew that I would be able to do anything I wanted to with them, and probably some things that I would not have even thought of doing before tonight.

    I set up the camera, and walked over to the couch where Carolyn was still bent over getting serviced by my wife, while my wife was getting her tits sucked dry by her best friend’s little sister, and I told them, “how about you two suck my cock before I ram it into Carolyn’s pussy and asshole? And I don’t want Carolyn to feel left out of the fun for even a moment, so I will lay down on my back, and she can sit on my face while you two suck my cock.”

    I lay down on a big comforter that I had set out in the middle of the room, and the girls all crawled over to me, with their big tits hanging down and swinging back and forth. They looked like lionesses closing in on their kill, and for a moment, I thought I might have bitten off more than I could chew. Those thoughts quickly faded as Michele and Marie began to suck on my cock while they still continued to fondle each other’s tits and pussies. Carolyn never took her eyes off of them as she straddled my head, and slowly lowered her dripping wet pussy and asshole onto my face. She was facing the other two girls so that she could get a good view of the job they were doing on my cock. And what a job it was! Marie would deep throat my cock all the way down to my balls like she promised, while Michele would suck on my balls, and lick around my asshole a little, which she had never done before. I don’t have a huge cock, only about 7 and a half inched when hard, but the head of my cock is really wide. It definitely gave me some pride to see that the experienced cocksucker was struggling to get it all the way down her throat without gagging.

    It didn’t take long for Carolyn to get in on the cock sucking action happening right in front of her face. She began licking the top side of my dick while her sister was licking the underside, and they would kiss each other when they got to the top. I was looking through Carolyn’s legs at three girls sucking on my cock, and I could not believe that this was actually happening! This was better than any porn I had ever seen, and it was happening to me! I watched as Carolyn grabbed my cock from her sister and sucked it all the way down to the base without a hesitation, and proceeded to deepthroat my cock like the pro she was. It was the most incredible feeling to have my cock repeatedly slide all the way down her throat, and then all the way out until her tongue licked a circle around my cockhead.

    I could not take it any more without cumming, so I slid out from under Carolyn, and got up on my knees behind her and slammed my cock into her pussy in one hard stroke. “I am going to be just as rough with the two of you. Michele, why don’t you get the strap-on, and you and Marie can fuck each other with that while I take care of Carolyn here. And Carolyn, we got a huge, wide black dildo to use with the strap-on that Michele says looks just like the one that black firefighter you two both fucked had.”

    “Oh, God, you’re kidding! That guy is still the biggest dick I have ever had. He was about six-four, huge muscles, and his cock was a freak of nature. It hurt every time we fucked him, but we kept coming back for more. He always had good weed, and we kind of felt like we owed him some pussy for getting us that high for free. Luckily he was a gentle lover, or he would have ripped us in two!”

    “Michele has told me about him recently, and I have said that I would love to see her taking a huge black cock again. It is going to be so hot to see Michele’s pale white ass taking that huge, wide, black cock in her. I think we may have to look him up again and do it for real! Maybe the next time you come in town.”

    “I am in! I may need to move back to town so you guys can satisfy my needs whenever I want!”

    Marie said, “I have heard about him from Carolyn, and it is a little scary, but I would love to try it too”

    While Michele went up to our room to get the toys we had bought earlier, I proceeded to fuck Carolyn really deep, giving her pussy all of my cock on each stroke. Marie stood up and straddled her sister facing me, and put both of her tits in my face for me to suck while I fucked Carolyn doggy-style. I was really going to town on the sisters when Michele came back downstairs holding the strap-on harness, and the biggest black dildo I had ever seen. I could not believe it when she told me earlier that she had taken a cock just like it when she and Carolyn were 21. I almost could not believe my wife could take something like that in her tight pussy, but I was incredibly turned-on just to see her try.
    I said “Let Marie put on the strap-on and fuck the shit out of your little pussy with that huge cock, I still cant believe you can fit that in you without crying. Make sure you are in a good position for the camera to get a shot of your pussy getting stretched out. I will fuck Carolyn right next to you so that you two can kiss and reminisce about your big black fuck buddy.”

    Michele began rubbing her pussy with an evil grin on her face while Marie put on the strap-on harness, and inserted the giant dildo into the hole. It was a bizarre sight to see a gorgeous, big-titted girl with a huge black cock hanging almost down to her knees. Michele grabbed a huge gob of lube and began to rub it all over her pussy and her ass. She was really getting off just playing with herself and watching that giant dick come bobbing towards her. She was trying to stick as many fingers in her pussy as she could to try and stretch it out a little before she got violated by the monster cock getting closer and closer to her.

    I saw that Michele was putting fingers in her asshole as well, getting it all wet and lubed as well. “You aren’t planning on jamming that thing in your ass, are you?.” I said.

    “The firefighter and I tried it once, but I could not do it. We did not have any good lube though. Carolyn took his cock in her ass, though she was sore for a week afterward. It was kind of funny to make fun of the way she was walking. She did it by lowering herself down onto it at her own pace, and she eventually got it in all the way to the balls. I have only done anal before when we were fucking doggy-style, but I would love to try some different positions today. Marie, come over here and stretch my little pussy with that monster cock!”

    Michele got down on all fours right next to where Carolyn and I were fucking away doggy-style, and stuck her ass up in the air for Marie to fuck her with the strap-on. She was looking at Carolyn and me with a look of lust and trepidation while Marie lubed up the dildo and began rubbing it up and down her slit. It looked so huge when Marie slid it all the way up along the crack of Michele’s ass, that it looked like it would be in her stomach when she put it in her. When Marie got it good and lubed, she positioned it at the entrance to my wife’s beautiful pussy, and started to slowly push it into her. I looked down at Michele while I was still pounding away at her best friend, and saw her trying to relax, and then her mouth made a big O as she started to feel the full size of the dildo begin to enter her pussy. It was an incredible sight to see my wife’s pussy getting stretched to the limit as that huge, black dildo was forced into it. Michele was grimacing as her pussy was being stretched, but she did not say to stop. Marie was going very slowly, advancing that monster into my wife inch by inch until all 12 inches were buried in her abused pussy.

    “Just leave it in there for a minute and let me get used to it. It hurts, but it is a really good feeling too, kind of like a full satisfying feeling. All right, Marie, pump that cock into me slowly, be real gentle. This is almost how the firefighter had to do it to me the first time ten years ago, but we were fucking like animals after a few minutes. Honey, make sure you are watching as I get fucked by this monster! It’s just what you wanted to see! Why don’t you slide your big headed cock into my best friend’s asshole now, and fuck her with the same rhythm Marie is fucking me?”

    I had already been putting more and more fingers into Carolyn’s asshole to get her ready for me, so slid my cock out of her pussy and lined it up with her little brown bud, and slowly pushed it into her until the head popped all the way in. Carolyn gasped, “Fuck, the head of your cock is huge! I get fucked in the ass pretty regularly, but you are going to have to start slowly so you don’t hurt me, ok?”

    “Whatever you need, I don’t want to hurt you, I just want to experience that tight, hot, wet ass of yours as long and much as possible.” I slowly pushed a little more of my cock into Carolyn’s asshole, and waited for her to adjust, and then a little more. Pretty soon, I had the whole thing in her ass, and she started wiggling her ass around in a circle, using my cock to stir her insides. She got used to my cock pretty fast, and then she started pushing back onto me, slamming my dick into her asshole. It was making a cool wet sound as my cock would come almost all the way out of her ass before she would slam it right back in by pushing back on me really fast.

    We were both getting close to cumming after a few minutes of this, and I looked over at Marie and my wife. Marie was slamming that huge cock into Michele, and Michele was pushing back onto it just as hard. I could see that they were both sweating from the workout, and Michele’s huge tits were swinging back and forth underneath her while she was grunting and moaning with pleasure.

    “This feels just like the first time we fucked that guy, Carolyn. This is fucking awesome, I just keep cumming and cumming on this monster. I may have to try to get it in my ass! It is not fair that you could do it when we were younger, and I couldn’t.”

    “You better let me get into that little asshole before you put that thing in there, you little whore! I can’t wait to see you take it, but it is mine first! I am about to cum! Oh fuck, who wants this giant load, I have been saving it all day!”

    All of the girls scrambled over to my cock, and opened their mouths waiting for me to cum. They were also licking and kissing each other, and tugging on each other’s nipples really roughly. I started to shoot the biggest load I ever have all over the three of them, hitting their faces, tits, and hair. They proceeded to lick all off of each other, kissing and fondling their tits and pussies. “You girls aren’t done yet, you have to clean off my cock before you get into each others pussies again”

    Michele surprised me again by grabbing my cock and sucking as much of it into her mouth as she could. She got almost three quarters of it in before she started to gag, but she kept trying to get more of it in her throat. I was getting rock hard again thinking about my wife trying to deep-throat me with the taste of her best friend’s asshole on my dick. I grabbed the back of her head, and started face fucking her mercilessly. I did not care at that point that she was the love of my life, and the mother of my children, I only cared that she was my little whore that I could do anything with I wanted to.
    Carolyn told Marie, “This is fucking hot, grab the camera off of the tripod, and bring it over here. I want to be able to get a good shot of this. Michele, you sucked plenty of cock when we were younger, but you never learned to deepthroat. I am going to remedy that tonight. I remember you telling me that if you were too good at cocksucking, then all the guys you picked up would want to come in your mouth, and never take care of your pussy and asshole. I am going to show you that cocksucking, and especially deep-throat, will give you total control of a man. If you do that for them, they will eat out your asshole until their tongue goes numb, even if they don’t want to.”

    Carolyn got on her knees in front of me, and grabbed my cock from Michele. She swatted Michele hard on the ass and said, “You have to relax your throat so that you don’t gag when Mark’s, or anyone else’s, cock hits the back of your throat. Think of swallowing it, and it going all the way to your stomach. You don’t want to think of the back of your throat as the end goal.”

    Carolyn proceeded to take my entire cock, all the way to my balls in one motion. I could not resist grabbing her head by the hair and start face-fucking her while my wife was six inches away watching with wide eyes. Carolyn let my cock slide out of her Mouth and said, “Marie, some on over and show Michele how you can do it too.”

    Marie crawled over and licked up the underside to my cock before taking my cock all the way down her throat just like her older sister just had. “I am so proud of you Marie, I only taught you how to do that about a year ago at that birthday party. Now you are almost as good at it as I am. Marie really is an A student in whore class.”

    I almost can’t describe the incredible feeling of having my cock sliding all the way down a girls throat while I am face-fucking her. It was all that much better that these three gorgeous women were the ones doing it to me. I was getting close to cumming pretty quickly, and this time, I wanted to shoot my load all the way down someone’s throat. “Michele, get over here and suck my cock as far as you can down your throat. I am going to fill you up with my cum!”

    My wife had never swallowed my load before because she said that she did not like the texture, and it stings if you get it in your eyes. This night, though, she was all of a sudden the dirtiest cum slut in the world. She took my cock in her mouth, and with only a momentary hesitation at the back of her mouth, she swallowed it all the way into her mouth. I just left it all the way in her throat for a moment while I looked down at her with my pubes in her face, and my balls resting on her chin before taking it out for her to breathe. Carolyn was running the camera, and made sure that she got a great shot of my wife deep-throating a cock for the first time.

    I only lasted for about a minute of face-fucking my wife before I grabbed the back of her head and held my cock all the way in her and shot my load down her throat. It was amazing, and I came as hard as the first time I did earlier.

    “I need to take a break for a few minutes so my cock can recover, why don’t you guys satisfy each other with that giant dick Marie is still swinging between her legs while I run the Camera? I still want to see you all take that monster. It is incredible that those tight little pussies can take it at all!”

    “And don’t forget about our tight little asses too.” Said Carolyn as she smacked the other two girl’s asses.

    “Don’t hurt yourselves, but I cant wait to see that! I will make sure to get good video so that you can prove it if someone does not believe you could take it in your ass. I think that we will all watch the video of tonight again and again anyway.”

    I went to get everyone some ice water, and when I got back, the girls were already in a circle with their heads between each other’s legs, licking and sucking on each others pussies. Michele had her head between Marie’s legs eating her out and stroking up and down that huge dildo. It was still covered in her own juices, and she would lick her fingers and taste them every once in a while. Marie had her head between her own sister’s legs, and it was obviously not the first time. She was flicking her tongue back and forth on Carolyn’s clit while she was rubbing her fingers around Carolyn’s asshole in a circular motion, occasionally dipping a finger in and tasting it. Carolyn was doing pretty much the same to Michele, but every few moments, she would spread Michele’s pussy as far as she could and dive her face into it, getting as much of her juices as she could.

    I was slowly walking around the circle of girls, making sure that I got every good angle of this incredibly hot sight. My cock was rock-hard again, but it was still too sensitive to get back into the action. I could eat pussy and ass though. I found a good elevated angle to get most of the action, and got between my wife’s legs with Carolyn. While Carolyn ate her pussy, I started eating out her ass. I licked around her rosebud in a circular motion while I kneaded her asscheeks with my hands. I pulled her asshole apart with my hands so that it gaped open a little and dove my tongue into it as far as I could. I was still pretty new to ass-play, but I think I was doing pretty well judging by Michele’s reaction. She would alternate between pushing her pussy into Carolyn’s face, and her asshole onto my tongue. Carolyn would and I took a break form tasting my wife and kissed. I could taste that delicious sweet pussy on her tongue, and Carolyn was getting a taste of tangy asshole. Michele’s asshole was loosening up nicely, but I needed to taste two more new assholes. I moved up to where Michele’s head was between Marie’s legs, gave her a big, deep, messy kiss. I let her taste her own ass and pussy on my tongue before I began eating out Marie’s asshole like I had just done to her a moment ago. It was wonderful to notice all of the little differences. Marie’s hole had a different, more sweet taste, darker color, and it would twitch a little bit whenever I licked it. It seemed even tighter than Michele’s, but it loosened up just the same with some attention. I was looking at Michele while I was driving my tongue all the way into her best friend’s little sister’s asshole. Michele had a look of total lust on her face as she watched me, and I gave her another long kiss before moving up to Marie’s head between her sister Carolyn’s legs. When I got there, Marie and I kissed passionately, and sucked on each others mouths. We were enjoying tasting the mix of all of those pussies and asses on our tongues as we dove into Carolyn’s ass and pussy, never taking our eyes off of each other. I could not believe that Marie was eating out her sister, and that they had done for more together in the past. I can’t even imagine what it is like when all four sisters get together if the other two are as sexual as these two are.

    “I need to fuck someone right now. Marie are you ready for some cock?”

    “I thought you would never ask. Let me take off the strap-on harness and give it to Michele and Carolyn to use. I want to ride your big cock. I cant wait to lower myself down onto you and have you fill my pussy and ass too.”

    Marie stepped out of the strap-on and handed it to Michele. “Carolyn, are you ready for me to fuck the shit out of you with this nigger cock? I know you want it in all your holes, just like you used to.”

    “I love it when you dominate me. Make me your little fuck whore. I will do anything you want! Just go slow at first with that thing, the last time I fucked Chapelle, I could barely walk for a week. My asshole barely recovered, but I don’t think we used enough lube. Fuck my pussy first while you lube up my asshole and loosen it up with your fingers”

    Michele grabbed a tube of lube and proceeded to rub it all up and down the big black dick like she was jerking off. She and I walked over to the couch and sat down next to each other with our cocks standing straight up in the air waiting for some pussy to come and lower themselves onto us. Marie and Carolyn walked over to us as we jerked off our big dicks, and grabbed them. Then Marie turned away from me, and Carolyn faced Michele and they started to lower their pussies onto these two big dicks. I had a great view of both girls as they slowly made the dicks disappear into their pusses. It was an incredible sight to see Carolyn start to swallow that huge dick into her pussy, just like my wife had a little while ago. She was being stretched to the limit just like Michele, and she had a grimace on her face as it slowly disappeared into her. She was a real trooper, though, and she never stopped the progress until it was fully buried in her pussy, and she and Michele were tit to tit. She started slowly riding up and down on that pole, always making sure to ram it all the way back in on the bottom of every stroke. She and Michele were making out, and Carolyn started grunting into my wife’s mouth as they picked up the pace of their fucking.

    I was totally over stimulated with a beautiful, bald pussy ramming itself up and down on my cock, while I was watching my wife and her best friend make-outright next to me as they fucked a giant black dildo. Marie bent over and put her hands on the floor as she lifted her pussy up and down on my cock. She was tighter then the other girls, and it was neat to watch that totally bald pussy riding me. I started fantasizing about fucking her 16 year-old sister, and it was really getting me off. I started to rub her asshole while she was riding me, and then stuck a finger in and began twisting it. She loved it, just like the other two, and she told me to put more fingers in her. I grabbed a little bit of lube, and started by shoving two fingers into her asshole while she continued to ride me. I soon was able to fit three fingers in, and she started screaming like a banshee as she began to cum all over my cock and fingers. I was drenched in pussy juice when she came, and she fell in a heap on the floor in front of me. I had not cum yet, so I got off the couch and positioned myself behind Carolyn. I rubbed my cock up and down the crack of her ass as she pistoned up and down on the dildo, and then roughly slammed it into her already abused asshole. She made a yelp, and stopped pumping for a second, and then she started wiggling her ass around in a circle, letting those two huge dicks stir her insides. She was laying on top of Michele, licking and biting her neck as I pumped her ass with my cock. I could feel that monster in her pussy while I was ass-fucking her, and she was totally filled. I cant imagine she could have fit anything else in her holes, unless she had an extra cock or two in her mouth, but that would have to wait for our next party. I was rapidly working my way to yet another orgasm, and I kept on slamming my dick into Carolyn’s asshole.

    I came deep into her bowels as she just kept screaming, “Fuck me! Harder! Faster! Abuse me like the whore I am!”

    I rolled off of Carolyn, and she decided that it was finally time to try and put that monster cock up her ass. She lifted herself off of it, and positioned it at the entrance to her well stretched and lubricated asshole. If I thought it was amazing to see the girl’s pussies stretched to the limit by this giant black dick, it was almost beyond belief to see Carolyn start to inch it into her asshole. She was so turned on that it did not seem to cause her that much pain. She lowered herself down faster than she did when she put it in her pussy. Of course, she was an anal queen. Michele held onto Carolyn’s ass-cheeks, and held them apart as she thrust that fucker deep into her friend’s asshole. Their tits were slapping together as they writhed in pleasure, and I started pulling on their nipples, kneading their tits, and spraying Michele’s milk on all of us. I then reached between Michele’s legs and started rubbing her pussy and ass with the palm of my hand as she continued to slam her borrowed cock into her friend’s asshole. Both Carolyn and Michele worked quickly to screaming orgasm, and they slumped together on the couch.

    Marie was still lying on the floor watching the action while she was lying in her side with a look of complete satisfaction. Carolyn and Michele were now laying on the couch lightly rubbing each other’s arms and backs with a glazed look in their eyes. I was standing in the middle of all of them, my cock tingling from all of the action I had over the last two hours, and I was feeling the best I think I ever had in my life.

    “I don’t know about you girls, but I am ready for bed. Why don’t we all go up and get some sleep on our big bed upstairs? I don’t think that anyone is safe to drive after that workout.”

    The girls did not even have the energy to answer, they each just held up an arm for me to help them get up. I helped each on of them stand, and got them started for the stairs. I could see that each of them had pussy juice and cum running down their legs as they shuffled up the stairs and got into bed. No one even had the energy to get cleaned up, we just fell into bed in a tangle and quickly passed out. I realized that I hadn’t fucked my wife in the ass tonight, and I still wanted to see her try to get that giant black dildo into her ass as well. Oh well, there is always tomorrow, and with these girls, I think that there will be a lot of tomorrows to come.


  • The Prom_(0)

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    It was 1983 and I was a senior in high school.My name is Nicole and that night my best friend Monica and I became more than just friends.Monica was a beautiful , sexy girl.She always wore tight ( and I mean skin tight ) jeans and tight fitting t-shirts.She had long black hair , green eyes and was slender with measurements of 34-26-32.I on the other hand was 36-27-34 and I loved wearing the same type clothes.Guys were always hitting on us , until prom time. We couldn’t believe we didn’t have dates .
    As we were sitting in my bedroom Monica said we should go together.I was surprised but agreed.It was a nice evening and we decided to dance together.So the music was playing and they were all fast type songs so of course we were having fun.Then the lights went down and slow music came on. I turned to go sit down and MOnica grabbed my arm and said hey I want to at least dance to one slow song tonight.So I said ok.We got close and she wrapped her arms around my waist and laid her head on my shoulder.I have to admit at this time I never thought anything sexual.It just felt nice.After the song we decided to go for a walk.We were walking and we came to a spot under some trees and Monica just wanted to sit for a few. So we sat and were talking when Monica asked me if she could tell me something without me freaking out.I said sure were best friends.Monica looked straight into my eyes and proceeded to say ” I really wanted to kiss you when we were slow dancing”I was shocked and said you did ? Why? Monica just looked at me and said ” I don’t know why I just wanted to”.
    I looked at her and asked her if she still wanted to kiss me and she said yes I really do.
    I leaned in towards her and our lips met.We started kissing and soon it was like we couldn’t stop.Soon I felt her hand cupping my breast and it felt so god. I stopped the kiss and asked her if she wanted to make love to me.There was fire in her eyes when she said “OH , Yes” Right now I asked, and she leaned into me kissed me and said yes.We began to help each other undress and soon we were completely naked under the trees.Her body made my pussy shiver and for the first time I knew we were going to be more than friends.She started sucking on my nipples and I slowly started caressing her pussy.I looked down at her and said” Eat my pussy ” and in a flash her lips and tongue were eating me like nothing I had ever had a guy do. It was fantastic.I was shivering and ready to explode all over her .I was moaning yes ,yes ,yes I’m cumming and she dove her tongue deep into me and I cam like never before.She moved her face from my pussy and I grabbed her and kissed her hard tasting every bit of my juices.I pushed her back on the ground and began to devour her sweet pussy.I just kept thinking to myself I’m a lesbian and in love with my best friend.It was wonderful as I lapped up all her sweet juices and she came hard like an explosion and we fell back togethet holding each other and kissing.Monica whispered into my ear ” Nicole I LOVE YOU ” I couldn’t believe it but I felt the same way.We were getting dressed when Monica grabbed my panties and said wait I want to do something.She took my panties and shoved them all the way into her pussy and began to masturbate. I sat and watched and almost cam again. She moaned in excitement as she came all over my panties.She pulled them out of her pussy soaking wet with her sweet juices and told me to put them on.I however did the same to her panties and we were both now wearing cummed soaked panties.They felt so good against my pussy. When we were dressed we went back to the dance and proceeded to dance together all night knowing that our lives changed forever.We were dancing a slow dance together when our friend Heather came up tp us and said I saw you two out under the trees.We didn’t know what to say then Heather proceeded to tell us that our secret will be safe if we make love to her. Monica and I just both reached out and took Heathers hands and said lets go. Heather was like wait a minute lets go out to my car.We all three headed to her car.When we were inside Heather said I have to make a call so Monica and just sat there while she made her call. All we could hear was ok come on they are here.In a second the passenger car door opened and to our surprise the Cheerleading coach got in the car. She was about 23 years old and hotter than hell. Monica and I both asked what’s going on and Heather said I want you to meet my girlfried.We wre shocked and asked you two are lesbians and Melissa said yes. She stated telling us how she caught Heather masturbating in the locker room and how they became lovers. Heather had begged her not to tell anyone and Melissa said that she asked Heather why not and that Heather replied I’ll eat your pussy right now if you keep this a secret. Melissa said she was shocked but seeing Heather laying there totally naked made her pussy wet .Melissa said she dropped her jeans down and removed her panties and stood right above Heaters face and Heather in a second was eating her pussy like there was no tomorrow. Listening to this story made me and Monica hotter than hell and soon were making out.Melissa said lets go back to my apartment.When we got there we all four stripped down and started making love to each other.Melissa’s pussy was so sweet and she loved to lick and tongue our assholes.We were all moaning and screaming especially when Melissa put on a strap on and fucked Heathers ass.Me and Monica were eating Melissas and Heathers pussies while Melissa probed the strap on deep into Heathers sexy ass. That night we all took turns fucking, sucking and eating.It was aprom night I’ll never forget.


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    2010-05-19 16:43:39
    um this made me so hot… =>

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    2010-05-19 16:43:29
    um this made me so hot… =>

    Lala0456Report 

    2009-04-18 04:06:01
    this is the hottes story ever!!!! But I would really love it if it had some nasty name calling idk but it was still hot!!!10/10 best ever!!! Loved it!!!

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    2007-03-02 12:09:33
    aww my pussy is so wet i wud love to do that

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    2007-02-01 03:24:38
    Blegh

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  • Embrace the darkness Chapter 8

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    Lilly sat in the passenger seat, the plug in her ass shifting and moving around every time the car hit a bump in the road. She kept thinking about the way everyone at school will look at her like she is a piece of meat. She wondered how they would react if they knew she was naked under her skirt. Her small tiny asshole squeezing and straining around her plug. The thoughts making her soaking wet, her juices causing a huge moist spot in the fabric of the passenger seat. It doesn’t help that her father is furiously rubbing her clit as they drive. This is now the only way they ride together.

    “My, my, Lilly, your so excited to get to school, aren’t you dear?” The succubus asks, as it watches Lilly struggle in the front seat. “Are you excited to show the world your body? How you will be a new Lilly, one who has embraced the darkness. Lilly, you have never felt this good before. It’s amazing isn’t it.”

    Lilly is speechless, the feeling of her fathers hand on her wet cunt and the plug moving inside her. The soft gentle tingling of her nipples, her fathers eyes on her. The way he watches her body, the way he stares at her, all these things are intoxicating.

    Lilly’s father pulls the car up front, and puts it in park. Other cars with parents dropping off their kids fill the shoulder of the circular roundabout that makes up the front of the school. Students walking by, every one of them, girls and boys, stares at Lilly. She looks out of the window, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement. “Dad, I am not sure about this.” Lilly says.

    “Don’t worry, you will be fine.” Her father says.

    “But I’m naked under this skirt.” She says, with a worried look on her face.

    “Don’t worry sweetie, you’re not naked, I mean you are, but only a little. It’s ok.” Her father says. “I will come get you when you’re done for the day.” He gives her a soft kiss and she opens the door, and gets out. Lilly looks down and see’s the wet spot in the passenger seat.

    As Lilly steps away from the car and proceeds to walk to the entrance, she can see everyone staring at her. Some give her a smile, some are clearly staring at her ass, legs and erect poking nipples. However most are whispering to each other, giggling and snickering. Talking about the events from yesterday, and the rumors seeded by two individuals. James and Emily great Lilly just inside the lobby of the school.

    “Lilly, we’re glad to have you back, we missed you.” James says, with a smug grin on his face.

    Lilly turns bright red and looks down at her feet. “Uh thanks.” She says, as she walks past them. Emily moves to get in her face, blocking Lilly from moving any further into the school. Lilly looks up at Emily.

    Emily smiles at her. “So Lilly, why didn’t you come to school yesterday?” She asks.

    “I uh.” Lilly stammers, her voice trailing off.

    James smirks. “Oh, I think you know why. Fucking whore.” He says, as he grabs Lilly’s hand and pulls her behind the stairwell, and pushes her up against the wall.

    “Succubus, stop this. I know your controlling them.” Lilly cries out in her thoughts.

    “Lilly my dear, I just motivate them and heighten their restraint wickedness. What they actually do is beyond my control.” The succubus appearing standing arms crossed and leaning against the wall. “I don’t tell anyone to hurt you. They do that on their own, if they have it in them.”

    James moves in close to Lilly, raising her arms over her head, now holding them with one hand. Still pinning her against the wall, He places his other hand on her throat and squeezes lightly. Emily comes in close besides them, her face inches away from Lilly’s ear. She places her hand under Lilly’s skirt, rubbing her fingers against the wet crotch. “Your cunt is soaking wet you know that? You’re just a dirty little slut aren’t you.” Emily whispers sadistically in Lilly’s ear.

    “Yeah, your just a fucking whore.” James growls. “I bet you love it, don’t you slut. I bet you just love all this attention.” He squeezes her throat a little harder.

    Emily takes her hand away from Lilly’s cunt, and opens James’s belt and pants. She reaches in and pulls out James’s erection. She begins to stroke it.

    Lilly can’t believe what’s happening. Her throat is being choked by James, and the situation is overwhelming. However the most over stimulating thing is, the rubbing of James’s tip against her wet cunt over her skirt. It is intoxicating. The way she is using his head as a toy on her clit, and the sensation of the plug in her ass moving around. Lilly moans softly as Emily strokes faster, with each pump, ramming it harder and harder, into her, trying to get Lilly to orgasm.

    “Do you like that Lilly? You like being humiliated like a whore don’t you?” Emily asks as she rubs James’s shaft against her, making small streaks with James’s precum on the front of her skirt.

    Lilly can feel the pressure building up inside her, the warmth from the rubbing starting to bring her to orgasm. Lilly doesn’t want them to be the ones that will make her climax, she is struggling to not let it flood over. She knows that once she orgasms in front of them, she’ll never be able to live it down. She is determined to not give in.

    “Succubus, please, help me! Stop them from making me orgasm.” Lilly cries out in her mind.

    The succubus chuckles and watches the events unfold before her eyes. “Oh, my sweet Lilly, I wouldn’t do that if I could.” She says. “I want you to enjoy this. I want you to embrace the dark side. I want you to enjoy yourself. The best way to do that, is to just let go.”

    “Stop this.” Lilly tries to voice threw James’s squeezing grip. But he continues to hold her throat tightly. Lilly can feel his penis against her, she can feel the pressure growing as Emily’s rubbing grows faster.

    “Yeah, cum for us slut.” James growls in her ear. “I know you want to. I know you want to be humiliated.” He squeezes her throat a little harder.

    Lilly starts a long orgasm, as she begins to black out. She can feel herself losing control. Her body starts to convulse, as she begins to pee, soaking her skirt and the head of James’s penis. Lilly’s juices run down James’s shaft and soak Emily’s fingers.

    “Oh, yeah, slut! Squirt all over us.” Emily laughs. “You fucking whore! Look at you. You’re such a dirty little whore!”

    “Ahh, Emily,” James tries to pull his throbbing head away from Lilly’s perfect warm crotch, but as he does Emily squeezes him.

    “No, don’t you cum.” Emily scolds James. She squeezes him hard as she feels him pulse with orgasm. So hard and tightly that his seed is mostly blocked. However some managers to squeak past leaving thin strips on Lilly’s skirt.

    Lilly’s eyes roll back and she loses control of herself. She slumps against the wall as Emily releases James. Lilly’s urine is now flowing freely, wetting the front of her skirt and the floor around her.

    James releases Lilly, letting her fall to the floor in her own puddle. He stands, his erection throbbing and pulsing. Small beads of seamen drip onto Lilly’s head and hair.

    “Lets go James, if your good I might let you rub yourself while staring at me.” Emily says as she buttons James up, and the two of them walk away.

    “Ohh, how so wickedly delightful that Emily is. She could easy be one of my kind, if she wasn’t… pft, mortal.” The succubus says.

    “I’m so happy you like her so much” Lilly says out loud threw her sobbing. She is defeated once again, this time in a puddle of her own urine.

    The succubus kneels beside her. “Don’t worry Lilly. I’m going to take care of you. I will make sure you are taken care of. You are not alone. Now get up.”

    “But, why did they do that?” She asks out loud, her voice so weak from her choking.

    “Because they were jealous, and needed an outlet. But you are going to be fine. I will make sure of that.” Janelle says as she walks around the corner into the stairwell. She bends down and helps Lilly to her feet. Lilly can barely walk. Her legs are wobbly and she can barely stand. Her wet skirt is clinging to her thighs, as she tries to regain control of her legs.

    “Wha..What are you doing here?” Lilly stammers. “Did you see?”

    “No, I seen Emily and James come out from back here, than I herd crying, and your voice.” Janelle says, her voice sounding kind and compassionate. “What happened?”

    Lilly shakes her head, as she tries to walk out from the stairwell. She feels the plug shift inside her and she stops in her tracks. Her face is bright red, as she tries to hold back the tears. She is so embarrassed and ashamed.

    “Here, let me help you.” Janelle says as she takes off her long hand crochet jacket and wraps it around Lilly. “Lets go get you cleaned up.”

    Lilly nervous, recalling when Emily and James, so-called helped her yesterday. “Uhh, I’m ok.” Lilly says as she tries to back away from Janelle.

    “No, you aren’t. Come on.” Janelle says as she pulls Lilly away from the stairwell and up the stairs.

    Lilly reluctantly follows Janelle to the bathroom. Janelle turns and locks the bathroom door. “It’s ok your safe now, we are alone.”

    “But you’re friends with them.” Lilly says, as she stands in the middle of the bathroom, shaking and pulling Janelle’s crochet jacket tightly around her.

    “So?” Janelle asks, with a smug grin. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

    Lilly looks down at the floor, embarrassed by how she is acting. “I’m sorry. It’s just that..”

    “It’s just what Lilly? Tell me what happened?” Janelle says, walking in front of Lilly and taking her hands. “Tell me what happened?”

    “Oh, well it was um. It was James and Emily. They got me alone..” Lilly starts to say.

    “Well, what did they do? Did they touch you?” Janelle asks.

    “Yes, they uh, they.” Lilly can’t bring herself to say what they did.

    “They what? What did they do?” Janelle asks.

    “They, they, they made me cum. In front of them. I, I was in a puddle of my own piss. I. I.. I just couldn’t take it. I. I. I tried to not.” Lilly says, as the tears flow freely down her cheeks.

    “Lilly, it’s ok.” Janelle says. ” You have me now. I’m here to help you, no matter what happens.”

    “What is going to happen?” Lilly asks, with a puzzled expression.

    “Nothing. I’m here to protect you. Lilly, I know what your doing. I know you’re trying to stand out, I just hope you can come back from it. Showing everyone your kink yesterday in front of the school and trying to seduce James. Was a lot all at once to take in.” Janelle says as she brushes Lilly’s matted hair out of her face.

    Lilly pulls back in shock. “No.. I did not. That’s not what happened. They did that to me.” She says, wiping the tears away from her eyes.

    “It’s ok Lilly, I know what they’re like. I just want to help you.” Janelle says, pulling Lilly in for a hug.

    The feeling of Janelle’s warmth and compassion is reassuring to Lilly. Janelle doesn’t seem to judge Lilly or make fun of her. Janelle doesn’t seem to care that Lilly peed herself, or that she got humiliated in front of the whole school. She’s so supportive and loving. It’s so comforting. Lilly melts into Janelle’s arms, resting her head against Janelle’s shoulder crying.

    “Lets get you out of these clothes.” Janelle whispers into Lilly’s ear.

    “Ok.” Lilly says as she sniffles.

    Janelle takes the jacket and folds it putting it on the bathroom counter. She than slides her hands on Lilly’s small tender waist, sliding her hands under her shirt. “Lift your arms for me?” Janelle asks softly, as she pulls the shirt off of Lilly. Lilly does what she is told and lets the shirt slip off over her head. She stands before Janelle her small pink nipples hard and poking out from her developing breasts. Janelle closes in and brings both her hands to Lilly’s face pulling her forward to her. She hesitantly kisses Lilly, softly, judging Lilly’s reaction.

    “Ohhh, this one is sweet.” The succubus whispers. “You don’t need me to tell you she is aroused.”

    Lilly is so stunned by the kiss that she can’t think straight. Her mind is still on her previous experience with James and Emily. She lets her mouth open and her tongue dart into Janelle’s mouth. Her body wanting this kiss to go on forever. Her hands rest on Janelle’s waist as they kiss. Janelle pushes her tongue deeper into Lilly’s mouth, teasing and playing with hers. Lilly pulls Janelle away. holding her at arms length. She takes in Jenelle’s sight.

    Jenelle is gorgeous. Being the same age as Lilly, has gone threw puberty early. Her amazing baseball size breasts fill her tight, alabaster alpaca sweater. It is short, showing off her mid-drift. Lilly is captivated, she looks down to her flat smooth belly and waist where her hands still rest. Janelle’s hips hold the waistband of a black skirt that is riding high on her thighs, showing off her smooth shapely legs. Lilly is stunned by Janelle’s beauty. She is so different than Lilly.

    “You are dressed so differently than you where last night at the restaurant.” Lilly says, her voice trailing off as she tries to get words out.

    Janelle gives Lilly a smile and than blushes. “You inspired me last night with the way you dressed, and how open you were. You where so.. so.. I don’t know, brave and alive.”

    Lilly can’t help but blush. “Thank you.” She says.

    “No, thank, you.” Janelle says, her eyes locked with Lilly’s.

    The two of them stare at each other for a few moments, before Janelle reaches out to Lilly. “Lets get you cleaned up now.” She says, pulling Lilly in, and hugging her tightly. Her hard nipples brushing up against Janelle’s chest. The fluffy sweater and warmth of her breasts makes Lilly want to fall into a never ending slumber. Lilly can feel Janelle slide her hands down her back to the waistband of her skirt. She pulls it down, before letting go, her skirt falling to the floor. Still holding each other Lilly steps out of them. Janelle grabs Lilly’s ass cheek’s, one in each hand, and begins to kiss her. Lilly feels so safe in her embrace, like no one can harm her. Lilly opens her mouth and accepts Janelle’s tongue inside, the two of them moving their bodies together. Lilly’s cunt begins to grow wetter as she stands naked, all but her thigh high boots.

    “Lilly, your so beautiful.” Janelle whispers into Lilly’s ear. “Your so brave.” Janelle says, as she steps back and pulls her sweater over her head.

    Lilly can’t believe what is happening. She can’t believe how beautiful Janelle looks standing wearing no bra under her sweater. “You inspired me to stop wearing bra’s and panties.” Janelle blushes. Her breasts are firm and full. Her nipples are small, pink, hard nubs. Her areola are the size of small dollar coins.

    Lilly can’t control herself as she gently grabs them in each hand. Kissing them and sucking on her nipples. She hears a soft moan escape Janelle’s mouth. “Oh, my, god Lilly.”

    Lilly can’t take it anymore, she has to touch Janelle. She drops one hand from her breast and slides it between Janelle’s thighs, pushing her skirt up, running her fingers up and down her moist lips. She slips a finger inside. It’s warm, soft, and wet. Janelle is small and tight like Lilly. Short soft sparse hairs dots her mound. Janelle moans as Lilly’s finger penetrates her. Janelle’s breath becomes short and rapid. Lilly feels Janelle’s body begin to tense.

    “Oh, Lilly, you make me feel so good. So safe. So, fuck, so good.” Janelle cries out, as her orgasm erupts. “Oh, Lilly.” She pulls Lilly’s head into her cleavage and kisses her. “That was so hot.” She says, as she pushes Lilly away. “It’s your turn.”

    Lilly looks at Janelle in awe. She has never known anyone so warm and welcoming. Janelle kisses Lilly’s neck, and starts to kiss down to her nipple. She wraps her mouth around the nipple and Lilly gasps as the sensation over takes her. She feels Janelle’s hand slide down her back and between her ass cheeks. She feels Janelle’s hand stop when she finds the plug.

    “What is this?” Janelle asks as she pulls her mouth away from Lilly’s nipple.

    Lilly looks at Janelle with a puzzled expression. “Oh, umm.. My dad did that this morning while he dressed me.”

    Janelle stands up and looks Lilly in the eye. “Well, it seems like your dad really loves you. You where meant to wear it all day, weren’t you?”

    “Yeah, I guess. I just didn’t realize it when he did it this morning. It was like a normal thing to him.” She says.

    “Oh, that is so fucking hot.” Janelle says, kissing Lilly’s cheek and then her lips. “I need to see it.”

    “See what?” Lilly asks.

    “I need to see it. See you with the plug in you.” Janelle says as she spins Lilly around and bends her over the bathroom counter.

    “What are you doing?” Lilly cries.

    “I’m sorry but I just have to see it.” Janelle says as she slides her hand up and down Lilly’s ass. Her finger stopping when it finds the base of the plug. Lilly tenses when Janelle’s finger touches it. Janelle squats down, and suddenly buries her face in Lilly’s ass. Her warm tongue running below the plug to Lilly’s warm moist cunt.

    “Ohh!” Lilly cries out, as her legs begin to tremble. The feeling of Janelle’s tongue lick her pussy lips is so hot. Her hands rest against the bathroom counter as Janelle works her magic on Lilly. Lilly feels the warmth spread through her body. She moans softly as Janelle sucks her clit into her mouth. Lilly can’t hold on any longer. She begins to climax. She feels the heat of her juices flow over Janelle’s tongue and into her mouth. Janelle is so good, she doesn’t stop licking and sucking on Lilly’s clit as her orgasm erupts. Her ass spasms around the plug, as she pushes against Janelle’s face. Lilly can feel Janelle’s tongue move to her asshole, the soft sensation sending jolts threw Lilly’s body. “Oh, Janelle, that is so good.” Lilly cries, as she can feel her body begin to relax and settle down. Lilly’s orgasmed so fast, It was almost instantly the second Janelle got hold of her clit.

    “Ohh Lilly, that was amazing.” Janelle says, standing up, and hugging Lilly lovingly.

    “Oh, give me a break.” The succubus sucks her teeth. “So Lovey dovey. Ugg. So mundane.”

    Lilly returns Janelle’s hug and kisses her. The two of them stand embrace each other lovingly, until the first bell rings.


  • April and Jessica part 2, Jessica finds herslef

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    This is the second of Three parts involving these two girls, Part 3 will be up once I write it.

    Jessica has always had a very dominant personality. This was something that made her different from her class mates at the Christian school she went to. They were all real girly girls and Jessica was a bit of a tomboy. She never really thought about sex, it wasn’t something she talked about with her best friend April either. Both of them had taken purity vows, and both broke them before they were 18. Jessica was about 6 feet tall, 36C cup breasts, a healthy weight, and had round, firm ass.

    Jessica broke her vow about three months before April had her experience with Heidi, but hers was broken in a very different way. It happened one day when Jessica walked home from school; she walked in her front door to find a sight she never thought she would see in her entire life. Her brother’s girlfriend, Sarah, was wearing a black leather cupless corset, thigh high boots, and she was whipping her brother. She called him a naughty boy and punished him for being that way. Jessica was standing there for about five minutes watching this before the couple noticed her. They all kind of stared at each other in an awkward silence until Jessica broke it with words that she never thought she would say in her entire life.

    “Do you want me to help you with that?” she asked, not knowing what she was getting herself into.

    “No, we’re actually done here” Sarah said, “Put some fucking cloths on you worthless little shit” she commanded of Jessica’s brother and began to walk towards Jessica. “So you wanted to punish him did you, were you turned on by watching us?” Jessica just nodded. “That’s cute, I’m not going to let you do anything with your brother because he is mine, but I think I can help you become a dominatrix like me if you want, would you like that?” again Jessica just nodded. At the time she had no idea what a dominatrix was all she knew was that what ever Sarah and her brother were doing it made her hot. “Good, it’s been a while since I last had a student, come over to my house tomorrow at about the same time.” Jessica nodded yet again, already looking forward to the next day.

    Jessica couldn’t sleep at all she was so excited, and she couldn’t help but wonder “Why am I so aroused by this, I shouldn’t be I’m a good Christian girl, but god that was so hot.” After laying in her bed for about an hour with these kind of thoughts running through her head she felt like she had to know more about being a dominatrix before going to see Sarah. So she got out of bed, snuck downstairs and went to the computer. She figured there had to be some porn with what she wanted to see in it, but she didn’t know where to look, so she just did an image search for the word “dominatrix.”

    She followed the link of one picture that looked particularly hot to her and started watching the videos on that site. One particular video interested her because it wasn’t a girl dominating a man; it was a girl dominating another girl. As she watched this video among many others she became more and more turned on by each new act of humiliation and punishment she watched.
    As she watched she found herself with her hand on top of her pussy outside of her pajamas, as she watched she gently rubbed the outside of it, and she noticed it was very wet. She had played with her pussy once before about a year ago when she first discovered it had some hair on it. Like her friend April, Jessica liked to shave herself because she found the hair to be a little uncomfortable. After she had shaven she liked the way her pussy felt, she rubbed it in the bath tub very often; she even popped her own cherry by accident with a shampoo bottle. This time was much different from any of the other times she played with herself, she fantasized being the dominant one in all of the videos and each time she would whip some one she got even wetter.

    She looked around the dark room to be sure so one was there, and slipped her pajamas down to her ankles; she wasn’t wearing panties that night. She continued to watch videos of people being punished for being dirty and played with her pussy as she watched. As she slid one finger inside of herself her free hand grabbed her breast and she looked around again to see if any one was there, and she took off her top. She sat in the chair completely naked playing with her moist pussy and rock hard nipples. She let out a series of soft moans; it didn’t take very long for her to begin cuming.

    She quickly put her pajamas and top back on and went to the pantry to get the super absorbent towel her family had just bought to clean up after herself. As she cleaned she thought “What’s wrong with me, it’s bad enough that I started masturbating; now I’m doing it to this kind of sinning? Why must something so wrong feel so good?” After the chair was clean of all her cum she went back to bed and fell asleep almost immediately.

    The next day she went to Sarah’s house right after school. When Sarah opened the door to allow Jessica inside she was wearing normal street cloths, jeans and a regular t-shirt. “Good, you came, come on inside and I’ll show you all there is to know about being a dominatrix.” Jessica went inside. “Before we start, is there anything you already know, or have you had any experience in this area?” Jessica told Sarah about the pervious night.

    “Sounds like you had a good night.” Sarah said smiling. “I think we should begin by getting you some appropriate cloths, come with me.” Jessica followed Sarah into what she thought was a bedroom, but it was really more of a dungeon. There were straps and chains hanging form the walls, and there were several horse whips propped up against the night stand next to a bed that had restraints on it.

    “These will work” Sarah said as she handed Jessica a black leather bustier and matching leather thigh-high boots. “Put these on.” Sarah told Jessica.

    “Okay, is there a bathroom I can use?” Jessica asked nervously.

    “No, just take off your clothes and put them on, it’s not like I’ve never seen what you have before.” Sarah explained.

    Jessica did so. Once she was fully dressed again Sarah surprised Jessica by saying “good, now dominate me.”

    “What?” Jessica asked confused.

    “You heard me, I’ve been a bad girl, now tell me what to do.”

    “I thought you were going to teach me how to be a dominatrix, not have me be one right away.” Jessica said now more nervous and excited than ever.

    “This is teaching, you can experience being a Dom first handed, and I’ll tell you where you can improve afterwards.” Sarah explained, “Now I have all the tools and toys you may need in the night stand, so what’s you first command mistress?”

    Jessica was still really nervous, but she quickly gained her senses to giver her first command. “The first thing I want is for you to give me a kiss.”

    “Yes mistress” Sarah said as he moved toward Jessica and gently slid her tong in her mouth. Their tongs massaged each other for a while; with each second Jessica grew less nervous and more excited.
    “Now take off your fucking clothes.” Jessica was a little surprised to hear herself swear like that.
    “Yes mistress” Sarah said as she took all her clothes of, first she took off her shirt, she wasn’t wearing a bra; her large D cup breasts turned Jessica so much. She then took her pants off, she wasn’t wearing panties either and her pussy was completely shaven. “What now mistress?”

    Jessica thought back to the video she watched last night with the two girls in it. Now I want you to stand there while I take a look at the toys we have. She went to the night stand and opened it up to find a ball gag, several clothes pins, a few of which were connected by a small chain. There was also a strap on dildo, which she put on as soon as she saw it. She then picked up the ball gag, one set of the clothes pins connected with a chain and one of the horse whips propped up against the night stand.

    She went back to Sarah, put the gag in her mouth and tied it behind her back. She put the clothes pins on Sarah’s now erect nipples. “That’s good,” Jessica said, “now get on your hands and knees.” Sarah obeyed. Jessica whipped Sarah’s ass until both cheeks were bright red, she then got on her knees behind Sarah and put the dildo in her moist pussy. Jessica thrust the entire 8inch fake cock into her brother’s girlfriend’s pussy. She fucked her pussy, as she did she could hear muffled screams of pleasure coming form Sarah’s mouth. Jessica could feel some of Sarah’s cum run down her legs. She took the dick out and commanded that Sarah get on her knees. Jessica stood up, took the ball gag out and said “do you want to taste your cum?” Sarah just nodded. Jessica put the dildo in Sarah’s mouth and forced as much of it in as she could get, which was a surprising amount, there was only about an inch, or inch and a half that couldn’t go in.

    After Sarah had sucked all the cum off the dildo she told Jessica, “Very good, need a little more confidence, but still good. How about you come over about once a week and practice on me.” Jessica liked this and she did come back every week for more practice.

    About two and a half months later was Heidi’s birth day party. At the party she couldn’t help but notice how hot her best friend April was, she wanted to make April her personal fuck doll. But she thought “There is no way she would want to do that, I know she’s not at all into domination, or other girls for that matter.”

    Shortly after she left the party she noticed she left her purse there. She went back over to get the purse and what she saw surprised her. Once she got in she heard what sounded like Heidi’s voice talking to what sounded like April’s voice. She saw her purse on the desk by the front door, next to the desk there was a mirror that looked into the kitchen. When Jessica glanced at the mirror she saw April and Heidi kissing each other. “Oh, shit. I should leave them alone, but I kinda want to watch.” She sat on the ground next to the desk and watched her friends kiss each other. As April and Heidi took of their cloths Jessica noticed watching this was getting her pussy nice and wet.

    She pulled her pants and panties down around her ankles and started to play with her pussy as she watched them kiss and rub each other’s pussies. When April and Heidi went up stairs they ran right past Jessica and neither saw Jessica. “Wow,” Jessica thought to herself, “April’s a lesbian, that’s good. I better keep this specific event in my mind just incase I ever have to black mail her. I could maybe even use this to let me do what ever I want to her.”

    Part 3 coming soon.


  • Two Sexy Sisters For Diablo

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    Out on the street, a cold San Franciscan winter’s day lashed wind and rain down on The Panhandle, buffeting the living-room’s large bay windows, as the hidden sun set behind bleak, grey clouds. However, sitting on a cozy leather couch inside her grandparent’s spacious apartment, Cassie Otis was beginning to feel uncomfortably warm, especially up between her lovely young legs.

    It’s all Jennifer’s fault I’m this turned on! The frustrated little fourteen-year-old decided, knowing her creamy little pussy had been kissing the crotch band of her white cotton panties, wetly, down between her squirmy young thighs for what seemed like ages already. Still, she was a bit surprised to realize just how juicy she’d become down there inside her blue-jeans. And just by THINKING about her big sister and the, evil-looking Doberman she had just arrived home with, only a short while before.

    Diablo. That’s what Jennifer had already named him apparently. A VERY suitable choice for such an evil looking beast, Cassie had decided when she’d first met the alert, powerfully built male dog, only a few minutes before. Cassie had noticed immediately that the dog was very well hung in the private’s department. And despite her initial feelings about the animal’s almost demonic appearance, she’d found her eyes had been draw irresistibly down to his big, hairy cock-sheath and fat black balls.

    Cassie shivered with wicked delight just now, as she recalled the bright pink tip of the dogs pointy, animal penis twitching slightly from the open end of it’s hairy, protective pouch, as he’d sat before her on the rug. The formidable animal had a commanding, almost scary aura about him, the pretty little girl concluded.

    Would her big sister really let such a fearsome dog have his way with her? Another shiver of lust tickled into Cassie’s loins at the mere thought of such delicious obscenity. I wonder how Diablo will like licking Jennifer’s pussy? Will he want to eat her out till she cums? Maybe even fuck her? God! Cassie would’ve given anything just then, to see something THAT depraved, that incredibly sexy, happen between her sexy big sister and the dog just then.

    What the fuck is taking Jennifer so long anyway? Cassie asked herself anxiously at that moment, Jen’s been outside for ages already. Fuck! How long does it take that damned, artsy-fartsy woman to drop off a stupid book anyway? She wondered as she waited.

    The girl’s grandparents had already left for an anti-war rally, being held somewhere in the city that evening, and Cassie was almost sure Jennifer had been about to do something sexual with their new dog at any minute. But just then, suddenly the doorbell had rang unexpectedly.

    It had turned out to be Jennifer’s poetry teacher, Lilith something..? She’d dropped by unannounced, apparently to return a book of gothic poetry, Jennifer had left in the odd woman’s car, during a lift home from a recital evening the other night. According to Jennifer, Lilith owned an art gallery and hosted a gothic poetry group several times a week which Jennifer had become very interested in lately. Jennifer was out on the stoop talking to the woman still. Cassie was only irritated by the unexpected visit. She wished her older sister would get her butt back inside and get back, to what Cassie was hopeful, would turn out to be a VERY wicked evening ahead.

    Cassie found herself alone just now. The dog had already disappeared a little while ago, wandering into some other part of the family’s home, no doubt curious, and eager to explore unfamiliar surroundings. Cassie hoped that was a good sign, that it meant the big animal would soon be comfortable and happy, and loving his new, and hopefully naughty, little life here amongst them.

    He’d better be an “open minded” doggy if he’s going to live in THIS family! Cassie chuckled to herself for a moment, before pondering just how true the thought really was.

    Perhaps Jennifer and Cassie’s grandparents were to blame for how perverted the sister’s tastes seemed to have become since the girls had come to live with the old couple here in San Francisco a few years ago? Cassie wondered briefly.

    Yes. Both she and her older sister had definitely changed a lot since they had moved here, owing to the break up of their real parent’s marriage. And just a few years of exposure, to the more radical thinking of her grandparents, had wrought huge changes on both sisters. Cassie was sure of it.

    Grandma and Pa had been old beatniks, and even though good careers had later afforded them this large apartment building, they still espoused many of the old ideals of their radical youth. Being free thinking was essential. Always question authority, and by all means, try to live in a free living way! How many times had Cassie heard Pa say stuff like that? And, becoming an adult earlier than Cassie, sister Jennifer had been under such influence for much longer than she.

    It should come as no surprise then, that Jennifer had become very forthright about maters of life, and especially SEX, over the years.

    Both sisters had ALOT of personal freedoms under their grandparent’s roof, compared with the bad old days back in New Jersey with their real parents. That was for sure. And ever since Cassie had turned fourteen, like her older sister before her, she’d been virtually at liberty to test her new sexual wings as she pleased.

    In fact, just lately, she’d started to find thinking about sex very exciting indeed. She had always shared little secrets with her much older sister in the past. But lately her body had matured along with her female appetites, strengthening and enriching the bond between the siblings. A seven year difference between the girls ages had been quite a gap. So Jennifer seemed highly delighted lately, since she could now engage her little sister in more interesting, risqué, adult conversations at last. And the more taboo, the more radical the kink, the more her big sister seemed to like it! Cassie smiled to herself.

    Cassie had even been invited to hang-out in Jennifer’s bedroom with her, usually more secretive, older sister, much more often recently.

    They’d talked already for ages, about boyfriends, love, lust, life and death, and especially– sex. Dates they’d been on with boys, turn-ons, turn-offs. It was as if they shared an eagerness to understand the mysteries of a vast sexual world around them together. They even surfed pornographic websites and adult chat-rooms together via Jennifer’s computer sometimes. Her older sister was very forthright about her desires. No wonder Cassie already knew about her current obsession about dogs having sex with women!

    Cassie creamed her damp panties a little more just now, as she thought back to the first time Jennifer had mentioned she’d like to have sex with a dog herself.

    The girls had found a particularly lurid website displaying several movies depicting bestiality. Most of the video clips had shown beautiful young women being fucked and sucked in various ways by huge, horny dogs. Jennifer had become immediately enthralled by the lewd action. Perhaps it appealed to her gothic-punk type outlook on life, Cassie wondered.

    “God that’s gross, but I’d LOVE to try that shit!” Jennifer had confessed lasciviously, while watching the unwholesome fuck action on the screen.

    “I wish I had a dog of my own. He could be my dark and unholy, secret lover!” Jen had announced in melodramatic romanticism, as the sisters had been viewing a particularly hot, dog fuck movie.

    But the idea had really resonated with young Cassie. It was repulsive and yet, intoxicatingly naughty all at once to her young mind. And ever since Jen had announced she was going to finally go out and buy a dog, that very morning, Cassie had been contemplating all sorts of naughty possibilities.

    It gave her a giddy little tickle between her legs just now, as she squirmed her tiny butt wantonly on the living room couch, knowing her sister was planning to engage sexually in such a forbidden, sinful way, with their brand new pet, perhaps at any moment now.

    Fuck! I want to see her do something with Diablo, NOW! Her mind shouted at her.. Damn… Where is that bitch..? Maybe if I go out and be a pest, she’ll get her butt back in here and do something already! Cassie told herself as she slipped off the couch and padded out to the landing by the front door to see what was keeping her big sister so long.

    The heavy rain outside, muffled her footsteps in the hallway, and as she drew near, she noticed the front door was slightly ajar. She was about to go on through, when something pricked up her keen, young ears. Above the swirling weather beyond, Cassie could hear unmistakable little sounds of passion! She slid stealthily, the last few feet, before squinting out from shadow, through a crack in the doorway, into the gloom beyond.

    What she saw, as her eyes adjusted to dimness flashed by occasional lightening, took her completely by surprise. Jennifer and Lilith were out there together, oblivious to her presence as they hugged each other in a VERY passionate, lesbian embrace.

    Arms locked around tiny female waists, hands kneading firm, rounded feminine buttocks, gracefully long necks dancing, swan-like, as they exchanged some of the most fiery kisses Cassie had ever seen.

    Cassie had met the strange blond several times before. She’d often dropped Jennifer home after a poetry recital night. She recalled the woman had a magnetic, yet indefinable charm about her. She was an elegantly tall, slinky and demure woman. An almost sultry blond lady with a really attractive figure for her age. Cassie guessed she was in her early thirties. Perhaps due to her position as curator of a local art gallery, she always seemed to be dressed in elegant, figure hugging evening gowns, even through the day. Just like the sleek dark blue satin number she was wearing now as she sucked and fondled Cassie’s older sister, right before her eyes on the otherwise, secluded door step.

    Both women were totally engrossed in each other. Hair bedraggled. Unheeding of the rain that had soaked them both, it having done nothing to cool their lesbian lust for one another.

    Cassie could make out the stiff nipples of the women, standing out from heaving breasts, straining erotically beneath thin, clingingly damp material. Legs locked passionately around legs, each woman slightly humping the others crotch as Cassie gasped, almost disbelievingly. Lilith was a sexy, seductive looking woman. Out of prejudice, Cassie could hardly believe such a beautiful woman could be a lesbian. So she could hardly believe her wide brown eyes now, as the sexy blond woman suddenly slid a supple white hand she’d been kneading Jennifer’s buttocks with, around to the front of her big sister’s crotch. Jennifer giggled vibrantly as she whispered something inaudible in the other woman’s ear. At the same time, Lilith nodded in reply and smiled broadly, while groping, long, slender, fingers indecently into her young protégés denim covered cunt-crevice.

    And then, suddenly, the couple broke free of each other and Cassie realized they were finally saying their farewells to each other.

    Cassie darted back, as fast as her shaky legs would carry her, hiding quickly in a hallway closet until Jen had finished saying goodbye to her amorous poetry teacher, closed the door and passed by Cassie’s hiding spot to return to the lounge room once again.

    Meanwhile, Cassie’s mind was still reeling. Jen had mentioned finding women attractive as well as men before. Often times in fact, during their many naughty little conversations of late. But Cassie had never actually seen Jennifer do ANY of the things she’d so often spoke about.

    Boys, girls, dogs, Jennifer was a pretty wild girl, Cassie believed it for sure now. But, seeing her sister actually making out with the sexy older woman had really freaked Cassie out. She was trembling as she hid.

    Mixed emotions whirled in her young mind. Should she ask Jennifer about what she’d just seen? She couldn’t quite put her finger on why it bothered her so much just now. Jennifer was her best friend in the whole world, that was for sure. But could it be that she felt a little jealousy towards the beautiful, lesbian stranger who’d been kissing her sister just now? I guess it’s really none of my business, maybe, Cassie concluded, but still she felt pretty disconcerted.

    Presently, she slipped quietly out of the closet and followed a trail of water droplets her sister had left behind.

    Back in the lounge room, Cassie realized that both Jennifer and the dog, Diablo, were nowhere to be seen.

    However, Cassie could hear Marilyn Mansion’s music blaring from behind her sisters bedroom door nearby. Was Jennifer already doing something naughty with the dog inside her room, without her little sister? Cassie felt a pang of excitement and jealousy leap into her throat. Despite her inner turmoil, Cassie was absolutely SURE she wanted to see Jennifer do something, ANY sort of filthy sex thing, with the their new, fearsome looking family pet.

    In fact, she was literally afraid that Jen would decide to keep what ever might happen with Diablo privately to herself, to be unwilling to share her perversion with her little sister out of embarrassment or something at the last minute. GOD. She hoped not!

    Cassie knocked boldly on Jennifer’s bedroom door, upon which a slogan in runic text read “Abandon earthly being, All those whom enter here.” Cassie wasn’t as big a fan of the “gothic lifestyle” as Jennifer was. Still, she accepted Jen’s right to do what ever she liked in her own private space. Cassie respected the fact that big sister’s small, bizarrely decorated bedroom was her own, covert fantasy world. A place to keep her darkest secrets or follow even darker desires, as she pleased. Cassie still felt almost privileged to be invited into, what she often thought of as, her big sister’s gothic fantasy domain.

    After a moment, her big sister, wearing nothing but a smile and a terry-toweling bathrobe, opened the door, and cheerfully bundled her little sister inside. Demonic music still blasted from her CD player’s speakers, drowning out occasional thunder claps from beyond a heavily draped window in the small room.

    “Brrr. It’s raining cats and dogs out there! I’m freezing,” Jennifer laughed as she leapt onto her big comfy bed and dived between the cozy covers, before the chilled air could get to her.

    I was right! She does have the dog in here already. Cassie noted. The devilish looking Doberman was sitting obediently at the other end of the room, next to a soggy pile of Jennifer’s recently discarded clothing.

    “Hello Diablo..” Cassie cooed at the beast, before turning to her sister.

    “He’s a pretty scary looking dog, Sis!” Cassie was secretly impressed by the sight of the powerful animal, surrounded by gothic paraphernalia in Jennifer’s room.

    The dog’s menacing yellow eyes gleamed back at her own, causally flickering from one female to the other, fiery embers against the otherwise pitch-black background of a sharp, almost bat-like skull. The dogs macabre presence was the perfect compliment to the images of dragons, succubae, vampires and Gothic movie posters that adorned the black painted walls of Jennifer’s bedroom. A bright yellow pentagram on black floor boards where the carpet had been pulled up, occupied the center of the room, adding to the demonic imagery of numerous candles and upside-down crucifixes cluttering bookshelves filled with sad, sweet gothic poetry. Yes. Diablo’s unholy figure seemed very much at home amongst the spooky-cool decoration of her sister’s bedroom, Cassie decided.

    “Yeah. He looks almost ‘unearthly’.. eh?” Jennifer echoed.

    “But there’s definitely something sexy about the way he looks at me…” Jennifer confessed, shivering lustily beneath the covers.

    “I know it sounds weird, but, no bullshit, Sis!.. It was like the second I saw him, I knew he’d be a great dog for… you know.. sex.” Jennifer giggled a little nervously, “He’s eerie.. but FUCK that turns me on….if you know what I mean.” Jen confided, gazing over the edge of the bed at the handsome, enigmatic canine, patiently staring back.

    “I love the way he looks at me… almost like he wants to eat me. Ooher. It gives me shivers!” Jennifer’s own, horny, pussy had been tingling all day, just thinking about being alone with the big dog for the first time. Hmmm. Her clit stiffened as she thought about all the wicked possibilities she had ahead of her now.

    “What’s up Sis?” Jen asked, suddenly aware that Cassie didn’t seem quite as excited as she’d hoped she might be just now.

    “I… I… not much… I guess..” Cassie mumbled, “it’s just… well… I saw you out there with that lady just now Jen… sorry.. I didn’t mean to snoop!” Jennifer was a little surprised, maybe even slightly embarrassed, but recovered quickly.

    “Oh…. So… So what? She countered defensively, “Lilith’s a really nice person. She brought my poetry book back… I… just… what did you see anyway?”

    “Jen.. I saw her giving you like, a ‘five minute Frencher’ and feeling you up for fuck sake… that’s what!” Cassie blurted, a little surprised at the strength of her own mixed feelings and emotions just then.

    “SO?.. don’t have a spaz attack Sis!” Jen chided, trying to calm, and deciding to come clean with her little sister all at once.

    “She’s a nice lady Cassie.. she likes me a lot… and… why not?… I’m a hell of a kisser!” Jen tinkled laughter, only half joking, at her last remark.

    “Ok she’s nice. But.. are you like ..er.. turning lezzy now with her.. or what?” Cassie mumbled weakly, afraid of what her sister might be about to tell her.

    “FUCK NO. I love a good, stiff, cock as much as the next girl.. maybe even more so! Jen laughed ,trying to explain herself to her much less worldly little sister.

    “It’s just.. well.. you know.. like I’ve told you before.. I do like women too. You knew that already.. right Sis?”

    Cassie did of course, nodding sheepishly.

    “Ok.. I guess.. it was just.. a bit of a shock. She’s.. your poetry teacher.. isn’t she?”

    Jen brightened a little, as she began to explain.

    “Well. She owns the gallery where the poetry club meets I think… anyway, a few weeks ago, after a recital, Lilith sort of… made a pass at me!” Jen blushed red in her ghostly, pale cheeks momentarily, but glad to be sharing how she felt with Cassie, finally.

    “One thing just sort of led to another and.. well.. we ended up making out in the back seat of her car!”, Jen giggled a little, at her own, slightly off color confession, confident that Cassie was being understanding.

    “I like how she makes me feel. And it’s like this…. I don’t wanna miss out on a single thing life might have to offer, OK?” she continued, “Remember what Grandpa always says, never close doors, right?”. She fixed a powerful gaze on the younger girl for a moment, realizing her little sister looked hurt at the implication that she wasn’t ‘hip’ or something.

    “Maybe you’re just too young yet to understand, Cassie. Anyway just forget it ..ok?”, Jen trailed off a little dejectedly.

    “I. I’m not too young,” Cassie retorted indignantly, “I’m just.. worried about you Jen.”

    The concern in her sister’s sweet young voice really touched Jennifer just then, she really loved Cassie, she realized, as the lovely young girl continued.

    “I feel like we’re not as close as we used to be. It’s like you’re changing, Jen,… we’re both changing. I’m a bit scared, it’s like I don’t even really know you .. or even myself any more, sometimes..” Cassie seemed almost on the edge of tears suddenly.

    “Hey.. hey, now sweetie.. I’m the same ..I promise..”, Jennifer assured the sad young girl, trembling before her.

    “I’m just.. really into trying new things lately.. you know.. it’s like my poetry.. I’d give anything to be really good at it.. but to be a really great artist means I have to experience things from different points of view ok?.. I just want to be free.. to have fun.. I’m not turning gay or anything.. if that’s what your afraid of..?” Jennifer was glad to see Cassie seemed to brighten at that last remark.

    “Girls.. boys, even dogs.. it’s all just part of being grown up about sex to me,” Jennifer explained lightheartedly, “doing kinky, sex things is just for FUN Sis, really.. OK?”

    Jennifer noticed that mentioning the dog caused Cassie to brighten, she was glancing over at the brutish hound now, Jennifer’s voice took on a sexier tone as she baited the young girl a little.

    “I know you like the idea of the dog… doing stuff now, don’t you?” Jennifer teased, remembering how excited her little sister had seemed whenever Jennifer had fantasized aloud, the wicked sex things she could imagine doing with a big male dog of her own.

    “You don’t mind the idea of the dog licking me.. do you? It’s a pretty kinky thing to do, don’t you think so ?”, she half-whispered, gently taunting the younger girl, who obviously liked the idea of what she was hearing. In fact, her creamy little pussy was beginning to tingle, warmly again, as lewd, bestial imagery danced in her young mind momentarily.

    “I guess.. it is.. But kissing another woman, and letting her touch you like a boy would ..that’s.. pretty far out sis.’ Cassie blurted. “I.. I.. just don’t really get it.. I guess I mean.. I’m sorry.. maybe when I’m your age I’ll understand… I dunno”, Cassie mumbled, dropping her head and looking at her feet.

    Jen felt suddenly annoyed with the silly little girl. What the hell does she know about anything anyway? She raged internally. But then, almost instantly, she felt sorry for her poor, naive little sister. She really doesn’t know what she’s missing, Jennifer realized, as she felt an irresistible urge to hug her little sister just then.

    “Hey Cassie.. you’re a really great little sister. I know I’ve been showing you a lot of weird stuff…. saying a lot of really naughty, far out things lately.. I’m sorry about that. I thought you kinda liked a lot of the same stuff as I do nowadays and…”

    “I do..I..” Cassie interrupted, “I… get turned on about some of the stuff we look at together. I really do.. I guess.. I’m just not as experienced as you are about stuff.. maybe one day… aw,… just forget I said anything about it ok?.. If you say it’s what you like to do.. it’s OK with me, OK?”

    Jennifer was truly touched by Cassie’s little display of sisterly love. She appreciated that her little sister must really love her a lot, to accept her so unconditionally.

    She wanted to tell Cassie how much she loved her just then. In truth, apart from their ageing grandparents, the two girls only had each other to love, out of a whole, indifferent world. Jennifer wanted to tell her that somehow just now, to show Cassie how she felt about her, and then, as a wicked little idea occurred to her, she suddenly realized, perhaps there was a way to do that after all.

    “Cassie. Do you know what’s so nice about kissing another girl?”

    Cassie huffed, slightly dejectedly before answering,

    “No.. no I don’t.. I suppose you’re going to tell me though… but be HONEST.. do you really like it better than a boy kissing you Jen? I bet you’re going to tell me you do?”

    “Hhhhmm. Nope!” Jen shook her pretty head. “I can do better than that. Come here Sis.. I’ll SHOW you how much nicer it is!”, Jen giggled wickedly, beckoning to Cassie to join her beneath the covers of her bed.

    “Sh…show me?” Cassie gaped, a little giddy.

    “Sure. You can’t know for yourself if you’ve never even kissed another woman right?” Jennifer reasoned with her authoritatively, “or do you want to be just an ‘armchair expert’ the rest of your life?” she challenged with a smirk. Cassie was speechless as she tried to think.

    “So.. do you wanna know how sexy it is to kiss another woman or not Sis?” Jennifer giggled, delightedly again.

    Cassie seemed a little unsteady on her feet, her young mind battled contradiction, excitement and revulsion all at once.

    “I.. I.. dunno.. Letting my big sister teach me how to kiss, all sexy like..? Geez.. Isn’t that just a bit TOO creepy Sis?.. I dunno..”.

    “For fuck sake sis!” Jen snapped, suddenly losing her patience at the little girl’s irritatingly, childish procrastination. However, she immediately softened again.

    “Look, I care about you.. that’s all Sis,” she soothed, “I think you should at least know what you’re missing out on before you make up your mind that I’m sick or something… don’t you? I’m only going to show you how a woman kisses differently to a boy. It’s not the end of the world. It’s fun. And be honest…… you know you really want to….. really…. right?”

    “I… I guess so..” The curious little girl admitted, she had only ever been kissed by young boys. Maybe big sister was right. Besides, it couldn’t hurt to play along a little, she supposed. A few seconds ticked past before she asked;

    “Ok…..what do we do now?”

    “Ok then..”, Jennifer brightened, “take your clothes off, hop into bed with me and we’ll get comfortable, Sis..”

    “My… my clothes off..?”

    “Hey.. I’m naked too..”, Jen giggled as she wiggled out of her robe beneath the covers and then threw it to the floor at Cassie’s feet whilst cheering; “Ta- Daaah”!

    Both girls giggled then, helping relieve the nervous knot Cassie was feeling in her stomach. Then, trying not to giggle, Jen said;

    “Look.. sis.. I want to show you how HOT it is to be kissed properly by another girl. I know you’ll like it a lot more if you’re really comfortable sis. If it feels too creepy.. I’ll stop immediately.. I promise.. ok?.

    Cassie still dithered, but fingers fumbling at her pant’s buttons showed that she was really considering the notion.

    “Trust me.. It’s really fun to kiss another woman.. I’ll let you watch me do stuff with the dog later too if you want… OK?” Jen urged her again.

    Another moment passed.

    “OK.. But if I don’t like it.. that’s IT alright?” Cassie stated, Jennifer’s last remark having definitely made up her mind.

    “Yeah.. yeah.. I know.. just hurry up before I change my mind.. sheeesh…..! Try to do a girl a favor!.. Damn!” Jen giggled, relieved and pleased that her younger sister had given in, at last.

    The idea WAS pretty sinful, the younger girl decided as a juicy little thrill of excitement ran through her body. Dark forces seemed to be at work already, making her nipples hard, making them rub teasingly, deliciously, against the light cotton of her clinging t-shirt. Despite earlier apprehension, every square inch of her body seemed alive with sensation now, itching and glowing, while her cunt-lips tingled gently down below.

    All the while, Diablo had been sitting on his hairy haunches at the foot of the bed, his stumpy tail twitching slowly, side to side, his head cocked to one side intelligently. He watched the two young women curiously. Could he already know Jennifer’s plans for him? Cassie wondered. Soon she and her sister would be naked together inside the room with this strange dog. What would he make of that? And then, what could happen with two women and a dog?

    Cassie inhaled sharply, then began undressing. It seemed so weird, almost child-like to be taking off her clothes in front of her best friend and elder sister. Time and time again they had done this before, dressing together in the same room, giggling while they talked about boys and all other things that made up the sister’s teenage lives. But never before had either sister thought about making sexual advances to each other, as far as Cassie could remember. Life had wrought many a curious change in them both lately, Cassie realized.

    “This seems so … so weird,” Cassie confessed, thumbing with her buttons. The other girl just giggled, and told her to hurry up again.

    Jennifer was secretly thrilled as her young sister began to disrobe before her. She was strongly aware of both the differences and similarities between herself and her young sister, as the younger girl undressed. They both had the same warm brown hazel eyes, the same cute nose and small pouting lips, she noted, as her little sister wiggled out of her T-shirt, skimming it over her head before dropping it to the floor.

    However, where as the smaller, younger girl, wore her chestnut, shoulder length hair highlighted blonde. Jennifer’s own, along with the finely shaped brows and lashes that adorned her beautiful, pale face, was dyed raven black, in true, gothic style.

    Cassie’s younger breasts were not the full, ice cream with cherry topped globes that stood proudly from Jennifer’s own well developed chest, still, they were well shaped and tantalizing, in a perky, pomegranate, kind of way, Jennifer realized, as Cassie fumbled briefly to unfasten her plain white bra, before unhooking it and sliding it off her silky, smooth shoulders.

    Jennifer almost gasped, at her little sister’s feminine charms, unveiled now before her hungry gaze. Unlike her own, perpetually shaded, milk white skin, little sister chose to treat her lovely young frame at a tanning salon.

    Still, Jennifer was impressed with her small, firm breasts, now coming plainly into view. Cassie’s brownish areola crinkled gently around her reddening little nipples, standing proudly to attention as the cooler air of the room caressed them just now. The young girl’s small, yet fleshy tits were a VERY horny sight to behold.

    Jennifer found her gaze fixing on her sister’s melon-like glands. Each movement of her arms, as she began to strip her panties from her long, athletically toned legs, flipped hair across the little girls chest, rubbing the sensitive breast buds against swirling, straying, strands. Jennifer wasn’t the least surprised to find herself feeling, a low, smoldering fire coursing through her body, as she delighted in her little sisters supple, succulent young body.

    In fact, as she watched Cassie getting naked, she had grown more and more excited, and by the time Cassie had finished shimmying out of her pants and kicking them aside, Jennifer was feeling tingling tremors, thrilling her twat and tingling, prickly, tickles on her tits.

    She had suspected, Cassie had developed a great body, but seeing it fully exposed now, she was surprised at how good Cassie looked. Her breasts jutted from her chest, and her legs were like tanned pillars underneath a sparse, chestnut-colored pubic-bush. There was not a sign of age on her lovely flat tummy, and her body was firm and toned. Her waist narrow and her limbs, long and shapely. Cassie was quite a package her older sister told herself.

    All this time, Diablo had watched the female siblings intently.

    The big dog had gone to the corner of the room after Cassie came in and, sitting patiently now, he sensed the room filling steadily with aroused female sexuality as the youngest female became naked before his beady, pig eyes. He assumed both females were aroused by his male presence. Already, he was comprehending their delicious and growing excitement. Despite unfamiliar surroundings, he felt no fear, his interests becoming increasingly aroused by the faint, yet strengthening aroma of bitches in heat.

    However, the powerful beast managed to keep ancient instincts at check for now. His own excitement was growing in his chest. His lusting for the youngest female was particularly strong. Still, he would put his faith in his inhuman instincts a while longer. He was certain the older woman would let him know when they were both ready for him. Diablo waited patiently, knowing that his time for action would arrive.

    Meanwhile, as soon as she was naked, little Cassie bounded playfully into bed, with her big sister cocooning her invitingly, within the cozy bed-sheets. It had been years since the pair had snuggled together this way. Cassie remembered those innocent days with fondness as her more mature sister brought their giggly faces merely inches away from one another. Cassie noticed an excited little twist to her sister’s pretty mauve-glossed lips now. A naughty little gleam in her sexy, darkly outlined eyes.

    “Now.. just relax..”, Jennifer told her little sister,”…and you’ll see how different kissing a girl is from kissing your silly little boyfriends.. OK?”, She soothed in a syrupy voice, breathing warm femininity.

    Internally, Cassie was suddenly aware how different the current situation was from when they had both been little girls together. Her sister was a full grown woman now. Cassie had also had some sexual experiences with boys. With her naked body pressing in towards her sister now, the younger girl suddenly became a little uncomfortable at her situation.
    “Are you okay Cassie?”, asked the svelte, raven haired temptress before her. Cozying closer to her slightly trembling young bedfellow. Feelings, feelings for her own sister, Cassie had never experienced before in her life were making themselves present now. She wrinkled up her forehead, looking curiously at Jennifer.

    “Eer.. sure.. I guess.. I really would just prefer to see you do something naughty with Diablo though… I think Sis..”, Cassie blurted nervously.

    “Sssssh! Jen scolded gently, before continuing, in a smooth, seductive lilt.

    “It’s OK.. I want to do that too. But Diablo’s still a boy, Sis. Boys are rough. Most of them don’t know how a girl would really like to be kissed. Only another girl can really know that, baby. Here.. let me show you what I mean..” Jennifer pressed her sensual pouty lips forward until they brushed, sensuously against her sister’s own, slightly quivery, lip-petals.

    Cassie had never kissed a woman before, sexually. At first contact, she felt a little revulsion and loathing. But after several bumping, little hesitations, the girls pretty lips quavered sensually together, and she relented. Soon she began to feel a thrill of her own, generated by the sheer femaleness of her sister’s womanly body, pressing even closer.

    “Well..?”, Jen purred as her gorgeous face pulled back into focus, one black line of eyebrow raised questioningly,…….. knowingly.

    “Uhh..” Little sister murmured.

    “It was nice, huh, Sis?”

    “hmmm.. yeah that was.. ok.. I guess” Cassie agreed, a little less begrudgingly than before.

    “Just OK, heh? Well.. I’ll have to try again then.. but this time.. really let yourself go with it . It’ll feel even nicer then. OK?”, her older sister’s hand touched her brow, brushing disheveled strands back from her misty brown eyes.

    “I want to touch you a little bit too.. is that ok Sis?” Jennifer asked anxiously.

    “Er.. Ok.. if you think it’ll help I guess …” Cassie answered, excitement quavering in her voice.

    Jennifer made to kiss her little sister once again. This time, Cassie allowed her lips to be parted slightly, swooning gently to herself at the pleasant intrusion of her sister’s dainty, pink tongue, sliding in-between.

    The light touch of Jennifer’s fingers moved away from her forehead as the girls glistening pink tongues began to dance a passionate fandango in their sweet, supple mouths. Finger tips traced along the line of Cassie’s cheek and then down along her throat and onto the pertly rounding mounds of her heaving young breasts.

    As the kiss became more ardent, the older girl’s arms captured her, caressed her. Jennifer’s other loving hand was running shiveringly down her back to her waist. Slithering fingers, teasing at her bare, ripely contoured hips and buttocks. Cassie found herself gasping for air, literally having forgotten to breath. Jennifer’s throaty voice was in her ear just then.

    “It feels good doesn’t it Sis? … I want to make it feel even better for you,….. just don’t fight it ..OK?”

    “But … I-I don’t know that I want to …” Cassie started to protest weakly.

    The other girl’s hand soothed her. And wondrously the gentle, knowing caress somehow felt good to Cassie. So restful, tingly and nice.
    She allowed herself to enjoy the electric-like contact of her sexy sister’s stroking fingers and the curling of her body tight against her own, her tingly breasts pressing into the other woman’s heaving bosom. The warmth of their bellies in close contact. And all the way down to where her rapidly heating, young pussy was now pressing in hotly against the smooth, round firmness of Jennifer’s creamy, full-swept thigh.

    Then, Jennifer’s small, well manicured hand worked its way over her rib cage, until it clasped a full, satiny breast with gentle feminine knowledge, working at the coral-hued nipple, causing it to rise hard in sensory receptiveness.

    Cassie’s panting was muffled, strangling in her throat as she attempted, once again, to raise a feeble objection to the incestuous lesbian lust she was clearly turning on to now. What would the girl’s parents have thought of this? God! She should tell Jennifer to stop,………… NOW!

    “Nuuuummm!”, she found was all she could manage.

    “Sssssh, darling” ,Jennifer whispered hotly. “Let me show you something else you’ve been missing …”

    The chestnut haired girl found herself hugging her big sister ardently, clamping her body to Jennifer’s, her full generously proportioned breasts mashed tight to the younger girl’s naked sensitive breasts, her salacious mouth seeking and finding the little girl’s make-up free lips once more, pressing against them in a passionate kiss again. Her tongue slid out, slowly, gradually, swirling sensuous circles, rimming her lips with sensation-producing viscosity, without undue haste.

    Meanwhile her hands busily tantalized Cassie’s luscious little body, playing over her perfectly sculpted contours, tactilely transmitting her own feminine needs and causing unstoppable lesbian lust-urges to flense deeply through her younger sisters already aroused loins.

    “You can touch me to if you’d like Sis..”, Jennifer whispered feverishly in the girls ear. “I… I know I’d like you to.. if that’s OK? “

    Her sister’s wicked request took a moment to sink in to Cassie’s lust hazed mind. But then, understandingly, yet tentatively a first, she put forth a timid hand and felt her big sisters bare white shoulder before reaching, sliding, down to the full, swollen, firmness of her velvety smooth breasts.

    “Hmmm. Yesssss baby sister..” Jennifer hissed sensuously, “make me feel good too ..mmm…” Jennifer crooned.

    Still hesitant, but also unable to resist any longer, Cassie cup-caressed her sister’s passionately heaving breasts with her quivery little hands, watching spellbound as the older girls nipples coned up to a pert, heated erection beneath her cool, tweaking fingers. She felt a shudder pass through Jennifer’s body and realized it was pleasingly due to her own, tit teasing, actions.

    Cassie savored the moment. An ardent sigh shivered through Jennifer’s body and Cassie realized she, too, felt exactly the same way as her sister did… as they stroked, kissed and kneaded each other in growing excitment. It was just as Jennifer had told her it would be. Just two girls, that knew exactly what, how and when to touch the other for mutual, maximal pleasure. No boyishness. Nothing being forced, nothing hurt.

    With a trembling moan, Jennifer sought Cassie’s mouth. Their lips welded together, tongues moving in and out hungrily as hands were busy on each other’s naked bodies. Jennifer’s with the knowledge of experience, Cassie experimenting, as her fiery pussy urged her on.

    Almost savagely then, Jennifer recaptured Cassie’s mouth, her naked upper leg moving, bumpy pumping in between the other woman’s white tapering thighs, spreading them until their legs intertwined and their crotches met and mingled, bodies nestled close.

    Reaching over boldly, Jennifer pulled the rounded fullness of Cassie’s quivering white buttocks in tight. Her hand slipped down between them to her sisters pussy cleft, where, without hesitation, she dipped a finger into the moist, aroused opening. She found it amply lubricated, telltale evidence of the younger girl’s arousal. In another moment, her finger moved on to find Cassie’s quiveringly erect clitoris. It was hard, throbbing and swollen, and Jennifer began to stroke it ever so gently.

    Cassie felt her sister begin to move, slithering down her body, rolling her gently to her back, her mouth busy, as she kissed her passionately throbbing breasts, then began to suck them, moving the nipples in and out of her mouth quickly, while she maintained constant, exciting, sucking pressure.

    Highly erotic sensations needled through the younger girl’s body, flashing tingles. Then her hips began to move in a steady countering rhythm to the sinuous, stroking finger curving in and out of her sucking young pussy. Cassie knew she had lost her inhibitions now, as she surrendered herself completely to her incestuous, lesbian lusting.

    “Oh … Sis!” She shuddered helplessly.

    Now she felt her avid sister’s lips moving down, down, down across her flat belly, an agile tongue dipping into her navel, appetizingly. Gentle insistent hands spread her unresisting thighs, exposing her twitching, needful cunt, to the horny older girl’s lewd, approving inspection. The trembling novice was acutely aware of her sister’s face, peering between her widespread thighs, knowing hands moving on the smooth, softly velvet flesh of her defenseless young pussy.

    Then Jennifer’s sucking mouth was kissing between her naked thighs, over her hips, abdomen, the inner thighs, gradually, tantalizingly, working toward her heatedly pulsating cunt. It drove Cassie wild, fervent with anticipation. She knew her own sister was going to kiss her pussy, and she didn’t want her to stop.

    But just before Jennifer’s mouth reached that steamy pit of her feminine arousal, a regretful notion tickled Cassie’s mind: Even through the red fog of incestuous lust, she realized at that very moment, thing’s would never be the same. She was losing an innocence, never to be regained. Like losing her cherry. They would never be “just sisters” again.

    Too late… There it was!

    Jennifer’s wickedly probing tongue, licking tantalizingly.. right there, on her quivery little clitoris. Her brain suddenly buffeted by the most wonderfully erotic sensations Cassie had ever known. Assuredly.. Not in this world, nor, in the next, could there exist a more enthrallingly, exquisite ecstasy. Utterly lewd, salacious sensations charged through Cassie’s naked body, her belly and cunt seething with lustful desire. Oh, this beautiful gothic punk girl, this sexy vampire-like creature was going to lick the burning need from her own little sister’s grateful pussy! Being made love to by another girl.. her own sister. It was lesbianism… it was incest, yes, that’s what it was, contrary to everything society wanted her to believe, sinful, yet………

    SHE WAS LOVING IT!

    Jennifer dropped her sexy mouth into the seething moist flesh of Cassie’s pussy harder now, her tongue probing into its heated pink folds and crevasses before searing into the clutching cunt tunnel beyond. Fucking her tongue into her sister’s hot box, in-out, in-out, matching the rhythm of Cassie’s spasmodically grinding hips. Using her tongue like a tiny cock, to fuck her little sister silly.

    Suddenly Jennifer couldn’t stand it any longer. Her own cunt was ravenous!

    “I’ve got a good idea, Sis. Let’s sixty-nine each other!” And before Cassie could reply, Jennifer swiftly shifted her position, swinging herself around to straddle Cassie’s pretty face, her own head falling into place naturally over the tender steamy gash of her chestnut-haired cunt-lips.

    Jennifer had made love to women a few times already in her life, but this was different. She didn’t know just what it was that drew her to her innocent, young sister’s cunt, lying tremblingly before her, she only knew she had a tremendous desire to give it pleasure. She could never recall ever wanting to taste and love a pussy this much. Her eyes feasted on the narrow pink ribbon of pussy-pastrami between Cassie’s chestnut-fringed fuck-furrow. She rested her cheek on the hot, trembling flesh of her sister’s satin thigh, enjoying the tangy odor of her sex, close enough for her lips and nose to be tickled by the wispy, silken strands of curling pussy hair, puffing so invitingly.

    Startled, Cassie looked up and saw the moist warmth of Jennifer’s hair-lined cunt hovering scant inches above her face, the brown puckered ring of her sisters tiny anus winking down at her. She knew what Jennifer wanted her to do, what she knew she had to do! But part of her mind was still revolted by it. How did I get myself into this shit? God, I must be a sex crazed slut!

    But at the moment, with a swivel-hipped wriggle, Jennifer’s vibrant pussy smashed down against Cassie’s pretty young face.

    “Mmmmffff!” Cassie’s first impulse was to scream; she felt suffocated by the thick, creamy fur-pie her sister had thrown in her face… trapped…., but the contact of her experienced sister’s tongue on the quivering bud of her own clitoris elicited a long moan of sexual surrender from deep in her chest. She gasped, mouth gaping open. Instinctively her face nuzzled up into the moist female furrow above her. Compulsively, her tongue flickered out, probing experimentally in the tart, funky folds of Jennifer’s fumy flange. Quickly, she found the tiny, engorged nub of her sister’s clit, poking from its fold of hair-rimmed flesh.

    To her surprise, the slightly pungent flavor of her sister’s pussy was not at all distasteful, and she quickly became more explorative, more frisky, first licking, then sucking Jennifer’s hotly weeping cunt. It was true, she found she just naturally knew how to handle her sisters pussy after all. Finally, she established a lewd rhythmic movement to match Jennifer’s licking and sucking of her own, flavorsome little twat..

    Cassie’s face was fitted tightly between Jennifer’s white, fleshy thighs. It was such an intimate experience, so different from anything she had ever done with a boy. She inhaled sharply, smelling the potent aroma of Jennifer’s aroused cunt. It triggered something in her, something that made her cunt’s walls twitch and tighten. Cassie flicked out her tongue tentatively, licking up and down her sisters furry slit, feeling Jennifer moving back and forth excitedly as she did. Yes, she was turning-on to her own, lovely sister, actually making the black-haired girl growl and groan with arousal while her tongue fluttered up and down her gasping, pursing pussy.

    “Ummmmm,” Cassie moaned.

    “Ohhhhh … yes, Cassie … Ohhhhh yes… Sis. Fuck me with your tongue.. it’s amazing … ohhh, it’s so good!”

    Cassie tasted the gooey girly butter that bubbled bountifully from between Jennifer’s labia. Slowly she found herself sliding her hands around her sister’s fleshy white ass, holding her firmly while stretching her tongue out farther, and scouring the insides of her sister’s pussy-lips. Now she knew what it was like to be on the giving end, to stick her twiddling tongue into a woman’s hotly creaming cunt.

    “God ..its so wet … uhhhhh … it’s.. so good …” Cassie gurgled.

    “I’ve been wet all day… thinking about letting the dog… get at me!” Jennifer managed, gasping raggedly.

    Together then they began to spiral, mounting higher and higher toward orgasmic release, tongues licking, clicking, slashing in and out of throbbing bobbing cunts, hands grasping, mouths gasping, little mewls, little groans of mutual lesbian ecstasy.

    Jennifer slipped her middle finger into Cassie’s hot little pussy slit again, soaking wet and slippery from her freely-flowing sex juices, and then wiggled it in farther until she was able to sink the tip of it deep into her little sister’s vigorously volcanic vagina.

    Cassie swooned into Jen’s bunting, bubbling cunt-hole at the sudden irresistible stimulation of the finger thrust tantalizingly up into her most secret place. Her sister’s finger moved in lewd little circles now, just inside the entrance to her womb. Oh God, incest, lesbianism . all wrong . But oh God! It felt so right, she thought in a struggling mixture of revulsion and lust. My big sister is actually finger-fucking my vagina and it feels GREAT! The young girl could feel an obscene heat building up in her pussy. A fire in her cunt, she knew would have to be quenched somehow.

    Jennifer’s own feverish loins began to come alive with impish tongues of lustful flame as she hungrily pressed her tongue deeper into the warm, succulent pussy flesh of the squirming little girl beneath her. Her mouth became open and hot, all stabbing tongue, invading the smoldering liquid flesh beneath.

    Ardently, her eager tongue lashed out at her sisters tiny erect clitoris, then back down again, darting everywhere inside Cassie’s hotly writhing pussy. The young girl’s delirious moans of happiness and lurid wet sluicing sounds filled the room as hot vaginal secretions mixed with Jennifer’s saliva.

    Jennifer moaned and squirmed to the rapturous mouthing of her burning cunt, ripples of fantastic sensation spasmodically twitching her tautly curved body. The passion-wracked woman spread her legs open as wide as possible and thrust-bucked her steaming loins lewdly on to her little sister’s magic tongue. She could hear Cassie’s answering gasps under her, sucking air in short surges, never breaking the fervent contact of her fetid lips and tongue. Even her nose was buried, like a dog’s snout, in the tight pink folds of her sister’s pussy. The two beautiful women writhed together in a hot naked embrace, oblivious of everything but their own ecstasy, oblivious even to the pair of inhuman eyes staring at them both intently.
    The huge Doberman, Diablo, had watched the two naked squirming bodies on the bed with white-hot interest, his animal instincts making him keenly aware of what they were doing. Now as he saw the dark haired female crawl up on her hands and knees, her face buried between her sister’s widely yawning legs, his eyes locked hungrily onto his dark-haired mistress’s, white, upraised buttocks. It was almost as if the females nakedly spread cunts were calling his name. The big animal’s nostrils were filled with the hot scent of needful passion flowing from between their lewdly writhing bodies and carnality stirred in Diablo’s hairy loins as he rose to his feet and moved purposefully toward the bed.

    Meanwhile, Cassie could feel Jennifer’s body heat radiating against hers, feeling the hot sexuality of her sexy sister sizzling within her steamy creamy cunt.

    Oh God, it was as if someone were touching her with an electric wire on the clit! She gurgled, jerking her knees up, shifting her ass from left to right on the creaking mattress. And all the while she had her hands braced against Jennifer’s sides, holding her level, steady. She could feel that dainty little tongue washing along her cunt slit, shuddering all the way up to clout her quivering clit.

    “Uhhhhh.”

    Cassie felt the cunt hairs brushing over her nose, over her cheeks. Opening her mouth, she stuck out her tongue once more, lightly trailing the tip along the rubbery, puffed edges of her sister’s fur-lined cunt-lips. Immediately she felt Jennifer react, hearing her sister groan into her own trembling pussy.

    “Oh fuck yeah! do it Sis!”, Jennifer urged excitedly above her.

    Cassie felt her sister’s tongue stiffen, felt it slip deeper into her cunt. At the same time she softly fitted her cunt onto Cassie’s mouth, buck-rubbing it back and forth, from nose to chin.

    “Uhhh … ohhh! It feels so sooooo, so good” Jennifer swooned.

    It sure did. And Cassie was learning fast to. For a complete newbie, little sister was really getting into the swing now.

    Jennifer felt her cunt-lips being pried apart gently. Inside that reddened, hot pink pussy, Cassie was running her tongue, flicking it quickly in and out as she teased the delicate, velvety flesh. While at the same time she tongued Cassie’s cunt, Jennifer was lowering her body again and again, making movements of fucking while leaving damp blotches of gluey, gooey cunt-juice and making sticky, smacking sounds against her younger sister’s cheeks with her hot, hungry cunt.

    Cassie’s tonguing was starting to work now, and Jennifer felt her pussy quickly heating up. She could feel her sister panting into her cunt, fingering her pussy-lips. At that point her clit popped out throbbing, oh, so hard. She could feel the girl below her, tonguing that throbbing little nub, sucking on it, driving her out of her mind!

    Cassie found her hands wrapped around Jennifer’s plump white ass, felt her fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding the girl firmly in place while sticking her tongue in and out, in and out, her teeth nibbling nicely at her sister’s dark-whiskered biscuit.

    “Uh! Uh! Uh!”

    Her tongue flicking out again and again as she slicked the pulsing, shiny membranes of Jennifer’s delicate, swollen girly bits. The woman above her cried out again, her body trembling and shaking. Then in an instant, that juicy cunt was pushed down, down until it was pressed hard against Cassie’s sucking, licking mouth. Little sister stuck her tongue between those bloated labs pell-mell. When she had it inside she started licking around and around, scouring those convulsing cunt walls until the other woman sounded as if she was losing her mind.

    “Ohhhhh … oh fuck yeah, lick me, aggghhhh, oh FUCK, Cassie. You…. ….. fuck! … You’re driving me crazy!”

    Her wails sounded off the walls, echoing through the room while the bed creaked and groaned with her wild movements. The two women thrashed around, their bodies rolling around and around. Jennifer thought she would tumble off. Then there would be another move, another spasm and she would find herself in the middle of the bed again, her cunt being licked and sucked deliciously by her lively little sister.

    Diablo looked up sharply from his position beside them as he heard Cassie’s voice rise in a passionate moan. The big black beast looked over at the two lovely naked bodies, watching the youngest girl as she raised-up on tip-toe, still lying on her back. Opening up her garden of delights, her tender thighs widening for his dark-haired mistress. In ever-growing fascination the big dog had seen Jennifer’s dark head lower towards that chestnut triangle so freely offered, one cheek resting on Cassie’s thigh, her mouth and tongue played between the younger girl’s wetly shining pussy lips.

    Now… the time was right..

    Both girls felt his weight as he jumped up next to them on the bed, but only Jennifer could see his handsome, fearsome face as it moved in to sniff hungrily at Cassie’s exposed female genitals from between her wide spread legs. The black, wet tip of his vibrating nose actually touched the young girl’s tiny, puckered anal lips.

    “Oooohhh God, is that who I think it is?” Cassie gasped, her mouth breaking contact with Jennifer’s wetly raging pussy for the first time. She drew a much needed breath.

    “Yep Sis … It’s Diablo’s nose!” Jennifer gasped, her heart leaping at the sight of the big animal ravishing her little sisters spread-eagled cunt with his beady eyes gleaming, as he poked his bristled snout experimentally between her inner thighs.

    “Is his nose cold?”

    “Like an ice cube,” Cassie said with a passionate shudder. “H-He’s sniffing my asshole, isn’t he?”

    “Yes”, the fascinated gothic beauty replied, feeling her excitement lewdly mount at the spectacularly sordid view below her.

    “I … I think he wants to … fuck me”, Cassie gasped.

    “Yeah Sis.. I guess he likes you best right now.. Dogs generally start by smelling your.. “

    The dark-haired woman never had a chance to finish her sentence as Diablo’s long thick tongue snaked wetly up into her lust-fired little sister’s loins. Causing her to buck so hard beneath Jennifer that she almost toppled her older sister to the floor. She trembled now, before it’s laving heat as it teased with hot curling flicks up into her moist cuntal flesh and stabbed deliciously at her budding clitoris.

    From above, Jennifer watched in amazement as she looked down at Cassie’s hair-fringed cunt, the thin pink lips of her wetly gleaming pussy only inches away. Diablo’s huge tongue seemed to flutter as it dug insistently past the tender outer flanges, sinking deeply up into the inner-warmth.

    Already hot from the lesbian action her sister had been giving her, Cassie jerked below the older girl from the sheer ecstasy of the dog’s preparatory caresses, and then gyrated sensuously back against the stabbing tongue.

    “Well…. you wanted to find out about dogs and girl Sis. This is your chance”, Jennifer said, crawling down from her little sister.

    This would be an experience, Cassie assured herself, that she would never forget.

    “Oh, Jen, what do I … do?”

    Diablo was standing there in front of the two sisters now. Jennifer lay back shoulder to shoulder with Cassie, her head resting against the headboard. She was panting, heavy and hard with lust. She stared at the big dog, feeling her cunt swollen open. Cassie’s tonguing had done the trick! Jennifer was in high heat now, her cunt-meat slick, swollen, throbbing, aching for something to touch it, to lick it, to fuck it!

    “Just lay there,” she whispered, feeling her cunt aching, throbbing for the dog’s touch.

    Diablo spread out his forelegs, looking from one woman to the other, amber eyes rolling in his head. Then he dropped down, his tail tucked between his legs as he headed first for Cassie’s pussy. The young girl shivered, sucking in a wheezing breath through flaring nostrils. She felt his touch, his furry sides brushing up against her legs once more. Closing her eyes Cassie shuddered at the first touch of his tongue along her fleshy thighs. Jennifer was touching her too, making it nicer for her, reaching over and pinching her nipples with one thumb and forefinger.

    “Oh, he’s going to lick you … He’s going to fuck you with his tongue”, the black-haired beauty whispered, her lips nearly touching her sweet little sister’s ear.

    Cassie tensed, squeezing her ass muscles tightly together as her sister pinched her tit harder. Diablo was panting into her spit-soaked cuntal thicket. She could hear his breathing, feel it against her wet pussy meat. And then ……..

    “Uhhhhh … ooohhhhhher!”

    Her knees jerked up once more, gently settling back to the mattress. She rolled the back of her head against the headboard, letting older sister do what she pleased with her nipples.

    Her sister was rubbing one hand over her belly, having dropped her head to her tits. And now she was mouthing them, sucking at the nipples. And all the while Diablo was there, driving his tongue around and around her cunt, licking up the juices oozing from her pussy.

    “Oh God, God … !”

    “Good doggy, good Diablo,” Jennifer encouraged, turning enough to watch as the animal wedge himself more tightly between her little sister’s thighs.

    “Uhhhhh yes, yesssssssss,” Cassie hissed, rubbing the back of her naked legs against the mattress.

    Squeezing her ass muscles together again hard, Cassie tilted her cunt up toward him. The dog nosed her thigh, then dragged his tongue up along her throbbing cuntal mound. Her outer cunt-lips peeled back stickily from the pressure.

    “God!”

    And Jennifer was back to her tits once more, drawing one tit nub in between her lips and chewing teasingly at it while flailing her tongue against the surrounding itchy flesh. It was mind-boggling for Cassie to be stimulated by two separate things at the same time. Her sister at her nipples, a dog smacking wetly at her cunt.

    Cassie cried out as her cuntal muscles spasmed hard against the dog’s bristly snout. It was lovely, wonderful, having both of them diddling her at the same time!

    “God, I think I’m going to die it’s soooooo gooood!”, Cassie panted, her eyes wide with exciting lust.

    “Mmmmmm yeah, good”, Jen echoed, moving to her little sister’s other tit.

    At the same time she was smoothing her fingers along Cassie’s silken tawny thighs, letting them stray more than once over to her sister’s pussy. Diablo moved his head around and licked her hand, encouraging, directing her to finger her seeping sibling while he tongued her.

    The combination of a finger and tongue was almost too much! Cassie arched her spine, banging the back of her head against the headboard frantically. Jen was trailing the edge of one nail along the slick, sensitive flesh between her inner and outer cunt-lips. When she neared the sparking clit, Diablo took over, tonguing her fingers, then moving his muzzle down into the center of her pussy and driving his tongue in deep.

    And then it was gone! Cassie opened her eyes, having felt the big Doberman pulling his tongue from her cunt. He was staring at Jennifer, his eyes riveted to her swollen pussy. The raven haired girl pulled back, eyeing her sister, not wanting to rob her of the bestial joy.

    “Go ahead,” Cassie said, smiling faintly, understanding her sister’s need. “He wants to lick you too.”

    Diablo moved to the other woman, stepping carefully over Cassie’s lithe legs and settling down between Jennifer’s. The Goth-girl shivered, drawing one hand to her mouth to stifle a sigh as she felt his doggy tongue press up against her cunt. It was a tentative lick. The big animal rolled his yellow eyes up, his stump-tail twitching slowly side to side as he studied his human lover.

    “You’ll love it Jen, it’s sooo good,” Cassie whispered, chewing her lower lip.

    The dog had already moved in, wedging his powerful body between Jennifer’s legs and starting to drive his tongue up and down her cunt.

    “Oooooohhh! Ahhhhh hh!”

    Jennifer drew her hands up and down her belly, tracing the soft curves of her developed body with her fingertips while the animal centered his licking attention on her clit. The tiny pink bump was so sensitive!

    “You like it, Jen? You see what he did to me? Oh fuck.. did you like watching it?” Cassie whispered, holding her sister tightly.

    “Yes, yes, oh, it’s so … so good, so fucking good,” her older sister babbled, her cunt bubbled as Diablo went nuts, licking her into a blithering blathering lather.

    Cassie watched wide-eyed as her sexy older sister writhed under Diablo’s inhuman affections. It was a fucking perverted, good show.

    Jennifer was wiggling her ass from side to side, bending her knees, spreading her thighs for the animal while rubbing the soles of her bare feet against Diablo’s sides. She was whimpering, gasping through her opened mouth. It made Cassie so fucking horny, just as she’d imagined it would. She rolled over to one side, opened her mouth and began sucking on one of Jennifer’s tits. She loved feeling her sister’s sensitive nipple between her teeth! She knew what Jennifer was feeling as she nibbled the rubbery tip, sanding the top with her tongue. She heard her sister crying out, felt the woman’s shuddering against her body as she and Diablo made out.

    And then Diablo was back to her cunt. The animal was going wild, jumping from woman to woman. Cassie jerked her head back at the first touch of his hot, wet tongue, her knees banging against Jennifer’s. In a moment she felt the dog lurching forward. He started eating at her cunt with a wild appetite.

    The effect of so much hot, musky pussy was turning the animal into a wild beast. His nose moved up and down hot wet cunts, the maw forcing cunt-lips apart. Stretching the lips of the sister’s slick cuntal-mouths.

    Diablo was growling louder now. He nipped his teeth along the swollen outer labia of Cassie’s cunt. The feeling was wild! It hurt her, hurt in a way that made her feel deliciously good. Cassie humped her back wildly, pressing her pussy mound up harder against Diablo’s snout. She wanted him to eat her out like a TV dinner.

    “Diablo.. eat my cunt!” She cried, closing her eyes, feeling cunt-ripping spasms slam through her pussy.

    And then he was gone once more, leaping from between her sliding, spread legs to Jennifer.

    Cassie caught her breath, cocking her head to one side and listening carefully to the clicking, licking sounds of the animal’s tongue against her sister’s cunt. It was so sexy, so terribly sexy listening to that!

    He was lapping at a woman’s pussy, burying his furry muzzle in her cunt and licking at the slick, sensitive folds and hollows inside, just as Cassie had been imagining for weeks now.

    “Uhhh … it’s so … so fucking horny!” Jennifer moaned, shrugging her shoulders, goose-bumps breaking out on her flesh.

    “He’s … oh FUCK, I wish I’d gotten a dog for us sooner. Uhhhh … ooooohhhh, he eats pussy better than any man!”

    Diablo seemed to get the message. Jumping back over to Cassie once again, he opened his powerful jaws and closed them around her fuzzy cuntal mound. Just holding her squishy pussy, holding her cunt between his evil, fang-like teeth!

    It was too much for the sexy young girl. She was gasping and choking on her own spit, long strands of hair clinging to her sweaty cheeks and forehead as she pitched crazily on the groaning bed as if demonically possessed. Banging against Jennifer helplessly, nearly knocking the animal from between her legs, by the time he let go, Cassie’s sexual nerve was shattered. Everything was hazy, surreal.

    She could hear Jennifer’s voice soothing her as something nudged her violently at her side, once, twice, and on the third time she was tossed over on to her quivering young belly as she realized what she had felt was Diablo’s powerful muzzle, he’d used it like a shovel to flip her over.

    “It’s ok Cassie..I’m here baby. Don’t be scared, I’ll help.. OK?” And with that, the little girl felt her sister’s gentle hands lifting her from beneath her tummy, lifting her gently into a kneeling position with Diablo prancing menacingly around back behind her ass.

    “Wh..What’s going on..?” Cassie found herself slurring dazedly as she started to revive.

    “He wants to fuck Sis. OH baby… I’m so turned on.. you’re so beautiful baby sister..!”

    Jennifer was almost incoherent, but as she helped, soothed and positioned Cassie, the young girl realized her sister was urging her to let the animal fuck her… and to her dismay.. she found herself loving the idea.

    Cassie looked back with her long chestnut hair streaming down over her smooth shoulders, her lushly hanging breasts swaying and rippling as she lewdly positioned herself with the ovalled moons of her rounded white buttocks raised high, her full shapely thighs spread wide. Jennifer stared at the breathlessly erotic sight of her naked young sister’s alluring body, in its obscenely kneeling position. Diablo was whimpering, prancing on the bed.

    Jennifer watched, open-mouthed as Diablo bounced around and moved behind Cassie, in between her wide-spread legs and thighs. The beast eagerly wiggling with glee, sniffing and lashing out with his long, wet tongue, ravenously lapping over the entire area of her sister’s nakedly exposed cunt-crevice! It stroked from the recessed little hole of her puckered anus, down beneath the flushed pink edges of her fully wet cunt. Even to the base of the wispy chestnut curls, penetrating her fluted cunt-lips and moistly flicking against her tiny trembling clitoris.

    Wildly then, her young sister began to moan as again and again, Diablo repeated the act, his long, thick tongue savagely knifing through her soft, sensitive vaginal slit, spreading her fuck-mouth open until she began to twitch and jerk, while her own sister, watched on, spellbound.

    Cassie was just a wanton little female bitch for Diablo now … gasping aloud now as the dog drew his hot, feral tongue up through the entire length of her hungrily pulsating cuntal-crevice.

    Then, she closed her eyes and was inching her knees farther apart on the mattress to open the inner liquid flesh even wider to him! Jennifer watched the glistening animal-tongue thrust into her sister’s moist, hair-lined little slit, flicking at the hotly quivering mouth of her tight young vagina, ravishing her funky female flange mercilessly, while she moaned down into the bed like a little whore and lewdly coaxed him on!

    “Yes …good boy! That’s it Diablo … Lick my cunt with your beautiful hot tongue! Show Cassie …! Oh Sis, does it look horny and hot! I-I love it” she coarsely babbled. “Ooohhh … yes … doggy! Now … now climb up on me and fuck me from behind!

    The panting animal immediately mounted Cassie’s already longing hips, his weight on her back as strong paws tightened around her curvy hips. He was working in close on his hind legs behind her nice white ass cheeks, his huge cock dancing madly in the passion-soaked crevice between the lewdly offered buttocks.

    She felt the hot, slippery dog cock rubbing against her ass cheek. Sometimes it rubbed against her buns, sometimes it dug at her asshole, slicing down the tiny crevice between her butt-cheeks towards her wet, squishy muff. Occasionally he rubbed the pointed tip up and down the inner edges of her outer labia, feeling every nerve in her cunt-mound straining for his big doggie-dick.

    “I’m going to have to help him Sis,” Jennifer assured her from nearby. “Most dog’s don’t quite know how to fuck a woman,” She was obviously loving every second, and wanting to help her lovely little sister get a good hard fuck.

    Cassie looked back in shock realization of what was happening now. But the dog’s penis was nowhere in sight. Jennifer, beside her still, was reaching cautiously back around between her shaky ass and Diablo’s thrusting haunches, to grasp the dog’s hairy sheath with her fingers,

    “Ohhher.. he’s so hard back here Cassie..” Her big sister gasped, feeling the thickening hardness growing excitedly inside. While she crooned soft reassuring sounds to Diablo, she tenderly massaged the heavy animal cock, gasping as the scarlet cone-shaped shaft suddenly emerged, warm, wet, and glistening.

    It felt strangely smooth and slick and hot in her hand. There were funny bumps and knobs on the silky flesh. The raven-locked girl wondered how it was going to feel inside her little sister’s snatch. She shuddered when she thought of all those knobs slipping in and out of the girls, soon to be, forever violated pussy.

    Cassie could feel something hot and wet spraying out of the end of Diablo’s prick, and guessed that the animal was as horny as she was. His big paws tore at her sides, while his hot, hairy belly scraped across her back.

    “Do it, Jen, please … Help him get into me!” Cassie feverishly begged, obscenely undulating her ass-cheeks back in search of the hardened spear of animal flesh, wanting it to fill her sizzling vaginal passage.

    She tried to look back between her legs to watch, but all she could see were Jennifer’s naked swollen breasts, then her frantic eyes found the dresser mirror and she could see it all reflected as she saw her sister’s hand guiding that long pointed rod of animal flesh toward her pink wet cuntal passage. She felt Diablo’s forelegs grip tightly around her naked waist, then sensed the first seething contact with her hungrily clasping pussy mouth.

    “Now, Diablo! Do it! Fuck Cassie … good boy.. fuck her! And then … Oh my God, take her now doggy…!” Jennifer hardly recognized her own wanton voice, hoarse, delirious with an all-consuming lust.

    Jennifer had moved the doggy-cock around and finally got the pointed tip aimed directly over the mouth of her little sister’s cunt. Diablo sensed that everything was in position. He lunged forward. His cock rammed against Cassie’s tightly puckered young cunt-lips, pressing forward harder and harder, as Cassie grunted with excitement.

    “Oh… fuck yeah.. harder,” Cassie groaned as she backed up against the humping dog, spreading her legs as far apart as she could to give him more room. Gradually, the horny little bitch could feel the hot, pointed tip of Diablo’s cock-dagger inching its way slowly into her hotly clenching fuck-hole. Tiny bolts of electric pleasure shot from her snatch to every inch of her body as the Doberman’s cock started drilling in faster.

    “AHHHHHH!” Cassie cried out in satisfaction as she felt the first series of doggie-dick knobs plop past her tight-clenching outer labia and sink into her sucking pussy-tunnel. The fourteen-year-old groaned over and over, huffing almost as loudly as the Doberman, as his prick jammed and screwed its way into her cunt.

    Never in her life had Jennifer seen such an unbelievable sight. She forgot to breathe as her stunned eyes took in the obscene spectacle before her. Her innocent little sister giving herself to the horny beast right in front of her. Young girl and dog forming a new beast with only one back between them. Squirming little girl flesh and hammering, infernal fur.

    Diablo made an incredible thrust with his outsized prick now, taking Cassie totally by surprise. It was as if someone had driven a steam-shovel deep into the heart of her cunt, as if a locomotive from hell had been called up to drive its way into her unwilling, exhausted body.

    This was something that no human could ever hope to match, this gigantic pulsing dog organ that was burying itself into her cunt-tube, stretching and filling her until it seemed to become a part of her, as if a whole new piece of flesh had suddenly been grafted to her vagina. But this new piece of flesh, this new organ of hers, refused to lie still and melt into her, refused to behave like something that was truly her own; instead it drummed in and out, in and out, with the strength of a mighty, diabolical machine, sending her into fits of pleasure, pain and infernal delight.

    On and on it went, tormenting her, splitting her apart. She was lost now, in a world without sound, without voices, an unreachable floating universe from which all thought had been banished, a world that was at one and the same time a glittering heaven and a fiery hell, where there was no time, no waiting, no past or future; only the unendurable present, only the dog fucking her with such inhuman, brutal strength.

    “Oooohhh … ohhh.. My God..fuck me!” Cassie gutturally sighed, her held breath gushing from her lungs.

    Jennifer watched in building, lustful fascination, raised to a naked, sitting position on the bed, her hand moving to her own throbbing cunt. Her own little man in the boat had begun to ache, throbbing at the obscene, bestial sight.

    Diablo sunk his ridged rooter into Cassie’s nibbling moist pussy-tunnel to the hilt, his heavy animal-balls swinging, bouncing wildly on the saturated pubes of her frenetically flaring fuck-hole.!

    “Ooohhhh!” she moaned, her brown eyes wide and glazed as the massive dog fucked into her from behind.

    “Oohhh … ooohhh are you jealous Sis?… when you see how well he can fuck a girl …? Are you …?”

    “Y-Yes, baby sister… I am …” Jennifer choked, unrestrainedly stroking her own burning, aching cunt-flesh.

    “Hmmm Jen …!” Cassie gasped, her eyes momentarily focusing on her sister’s hand, avidly plunging between the bloated lips of her swollen pussy, the sight firing added fuel to her sensual passion.

    “Jen … bring it over here to me! Let me lick and suck the ache out of it for you! Please, Sis, I want to … please?”

    Fuck she’s a horny little slut! Jennifer told herself, and then, I love her so much! She waddled on her knees, slipping herself between the headboard and Cassie’s jiggering head.. Her eyes ever fixed on Diablo as he watched her … staring incessantly as he fucked away with open maw drooling on her little sisters heaving back, while Cassie moved backward rhythmically, meeting his powerful long strokes with her slippery, sucking slouch-gate! Cassie breathed a moan of new maddening excitement when she realized what her big sister was going to do! Jennifer squatted down in front of her, wedged ,back against the headboard, knees spreading obscenely wide as she crouched her pelvis forward.
    Her fumy red fuck-hole splayed wide because Cassie’s misty, lust glazed eyes. Diablo’s forelegs like furry arms clinging tightly to her soft hips. She undulated her feverish buttocks, giving herself fully to the beautiful fucking her Diablo was pounding into her from behind!

    Jennifer was squatting, offering up her cunt like a delicious meal to her little sister now, her bloated, thick flaps in front of her face! Cassie reached out and curled her fingers into her big sister’s hotly throbbing furrow, feeling it spasm at her touch. Gently, she pressed back the hood of her clit, sensing it pulsate on her finger tip. She heard Jennifer’s husky groan, stroking caresses, and saw the pearlish drops of her moist pleasure, beading across her inner labia.

    The dog eagerly clung to the soft smooth whiteness of his little human bitch’s hips, and rapidly thrust the springy hardness of his animal cock deep up into the depths of her teenage core, as he watched the older female slip into position in front of the female he was fucking. Her human vagina extended now before her little sister, the sighing vibrations of her soft white body clearly audible. Primitive hormones clicked in Diablo’s inhuman brain. Hot racing blood streamed through, increasing as he saw her small tongue dart out to lick wetly over the older girls cunt! His powerful fuck-rod trembled at the sight, he pounded deeper and deeper into Cassie, his mighty male-organs throbbing hotly inside her grunting girly guts…!

    A maddening joy filled Cassie as Diablo furiously fucked into her inflamed cunt from behind and she fingered at her sisters cunt. Bobbing her head, she drew in her breath and flicked out her eager tongue, bringing it into seething contact with the smooth, rubbery lips of her sister’s warm, clammy clam-meat.

    A maddening joy filled Cassie as Diablo furiously fucked into her inflamed cunt from behind and she fingered at her sisters cunt. Bobbing her head, she drew in her breath and flicked out her eager tongue, bringing it into seething contact with the smooth, rubbery lips of her sister’s warm, clammy clam-meat.She swirled it around slowly, moistly, while Jennifer twisted and groaned; she slipped her warm, tongue-moistened lips over the damp, spongy nub of Jennifer’s clit, letting it glide along the full length of her tongue, her hot mouth locking around, then snapping it in a fervent, popping kiss.

    A maddening joy filled Cassie as Diablo furiously fucked into her inflamed cunt from behind and she fingered at her sisters cunt. Bobbing her head, she drew in her breath and flicked out her eager tongue, bringing it into seething contact with the smooth, rubbery lips of her sister’s warm, clammy clam-meat.She swirled it around slowly, moistly, while Jennifer twisted and groaned; she slipped her warm, tongue-moistened lips over the damp, spongy nub of Jennifer’s clit, letting it glide along the full length of her tongue, her hot mouth locking around, then snapping it in a fervent, popping kiss.Her whole curvaceous, satin-fleshed body quivered in naked ripples from the powerful jolts of Diablo’s plunging cock hammering rapidly into her from behind, twisting into her cunt like a claw-hammer, as her brought her towards the biol.

    Oh … ohhh it’s heaven …Cassie wildly reasoned, caught between her two wonderful lovers beautiful, joy giving genitals, both of them preparing to spill their hot, liquid fire from either end of her body.

    In lust-filled joy, she ground her wide-spread young buttocks back hard against the Doberman’s furry, battering bludgeon, feeling the tiny rivulets of the dog’s briny pre-cum and her own girly fuck cream building in the smooth crevice between them. She sensed tiny streams dribbling down the backs of her smooth, inner-thighs, while the mounting pressure in her inflamed fuck-funnel, gushed like a geyser.

    Despite all her careful planning, Jennifer could hardly believe it was really happening! As the ferocious demonic dog face excitedly watched her own. She imagined the animal speaking to her, thanking her for the wonderful gift of her little sisters cunt as he drained her essential essences from her with his long, evilly plunging prodder.

    Yes. And she knew at that moment, the beast would always remember the terrific bawdy bargain he was getting as he fucked her precious little sister’s smoldering cunt off into blissful oblivion.

    The huge animal’s violent fucking cock, pounding into her little sister’s luscious pink cunt, was driving Cassie’s mouth forward onto her own aching, pursing pussy, until she wondered how Cassie could breath!

    Jennifer was literally fucking her fishy flavored fur-pie, into her sisters face, enjoying the bumps her nose, lips and chin, made between her fat labia, her pubic-hair brushing at the bridge of her sister’s lovely nose, while Jennifer felt the deep rumblings of her own orgasm beginning to buildup with massive pressure!

    Damn, Cassie was like an animal herself, with her tongue locked tightly, rutting along the length of her sister’s fuck-mouth, increasing her unbelievable hungry little sucking motions, vacuuming her until Jennifer thought her cunt would turn inside out!

    Great swirls of heat were massing in their secret depths as she watched her little sister’s lust-struck face pulling on her cunt with the dog taking her from behind!

    She sensed the muscles of her stomach tightening inside and she arched forward, pushing her throbbing vagina up even further into the searing heat of her little sister’s greedily sucking lips and poking tongue. She gaped at her own pink ridges, the red fluted lips of her pussy, squishing in her sister’s mouth, clinging viscously, as she pumped her head up and down while screwing her hips back at the dog in a wild uncontrolled frenzy!

    “Oh shit …! Now!” Strangled noises forced their way up into Jennifer’s throat! “Oh fuck, Cassie baby … suck it hard … I-I’m cuummiinnnggg !”

    Cassie heard her pleads, just before her sister’s dammed up liquid passion burst, her jerking palpitating cunt gushing forth the hot, frothy discharge of her pungent, female cum-sauce!

    It flooded Cassie’s mouth and throat with its delicious liquid heat and fishy taste! She sensed her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed in greedy, gurgling gulps. Her sister’s runny cunt-butter overflowed, melting hotly from her cunt-crack, spread across the hot Goth-buns, of Jennifer’s, humping white ass.

    On and on, her quivering cunt channel continued to pump out her milky female ejaculate, into her sisters mouth, while Jennifer’s hands clutched at her little sister’s head, pulling her face harder down onto her flushing, fluttery fuck-hole.

    The ecstasy of her sister’s cum-geyser was even greater than Cassie could have imagined, and at the first hot, piquant taste of her cum, her own climax was triggered!

    She thrust her naked grinding ass-cheeks back harder at her panting animal-lover, wanting the full force of his tremendously expanded cock, clawing into her wildly flaming cunt!

    Every muscle of Cassie’s body was contracting, jerking as she felt the erotic release of her long anticipated orgasm screaming through her cunt and belly! She continued to lap and suck at her sister’s pussy, Jennifer’s delightfully drooling channel.

    Cassie’s insanely jerking young buttocks flexed her spongy cunt-muscles onto Diablo’s raging penis and she gurgled out a whimpering wail and her quaking body unleashed and exploded into full-throated feminine climax. And it was the most powerful fucking orgasm she could never have imagined!

    There was no time, no space, no motion … only the unholy bliss of her animalist orgasm!

    Again and again, tossed by spasmodic twitching, every muscle and sinew, her very being itself, consumed in a final female inferno… then Diablo began to hump faster, suddenly spewing his hot load of wild animal sperm deep up into the hidden recesses of her trembling young belly. Once more, she climaxed, half-screaming and slamming her yielding soft buttocks hard back onto his majestically squirting doggy cock!

    Suddenly, it was over.

    Diablo pulled his shriveling animal cock from his little bitch with a lewd plop and plumped softy to the floor, already beginning to lick Cassie’s female juices from his tool.

    The sister’s collapsed in a heap, in bed together then. They didn’t talk, Cassie and Jennifer, they lay together, cuddling together, safe in each others arms as the distant tempest of the night swirled outside. In passing minutes, Cassie knew that Jennifer had fallen into an exhausted sleep and she nestled closer to her.

    Maybe tomorrow they’d talk about it what had happened? … maybe even do it again!

    Fuck, whatever … the fierce brute-animal fuck had brought them closer together.. even if she did feel a strangely empty feeling deep inside her just now, the loss of her innocence no doubt, still.. fuck that!.. Now the sister’s both had a fantastic way to get their girly rocks off together! And soon, she too feel into a deep, hypnotic sleep.

    Epilogue:

    Diablo stood silently, unnoticed by the sleeping sisters, easily squeezing through a crack in the bedroom’s doorway, then padding quietly out through the lounge room.. and on until he reached the front door way to the rain swept world beyond..

    Sadly, young Cassie was never to have seen Diablo again… Still.. perhaps that was for the best.. for had the pretty little girl witnessed what was happening now, just before the creatures final exit.. she would have been struck dumb with fear.. and loathing!

    For gently illuminating the darkened hallway at that moment, in eerie luminescence, Diablo’s eyes flickered an unearthly yellow light. Spreading out swiftly like ripples on the surface of bottomless well of evil. A softy glowing aurora that engulfed the dog’s hulking black body, an unholy St. Elmo’s fire if you will, enveloping his inhuman, ancient frame.

    And in the twinkling of an eye, the lumbering, demonic beast transmogrified. Morphing, elongating– magically transforming, before contracting once again.. into a different.. yet strangely familiar… female form!

    Standing erect on long tan legs now, a gorgeous woman’s body was fashioned in the shadows; draped in an elegant dark-blue satin evening gown; sexy; slinky; demure. She appeared to be no more than thirty, un-ravaged by the millennia of her long existence.

    What was it Jennifer had whispered to Lilith earlier that evening? Always a stickler for details, the words played back verbatim in her mind.

    Ah yes.

    The Gothic little darling had given her binding pledge, right here, on this very door step;

    “Alright.. you can have my little sister too..” She’d agreed, ” but you have to promise, you’ll make me a famous poet then ..OK?”

    What a wonderful way to collect young souls, And what a bargain price to pay! Lilith-Diablo mused, as she departed from the house into dreadful darkness, and the cold November rain.


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    Anonymous readerReport 

    2016-07-21 20:34:55
    It’s a good story apart from where you missed out some important bits like cassies virginity, diablos knot an not to mention the fact you used the same few lines to start 3 consecutive paragraphs. The epilogue was pretty pants tbh an woulda been better if you’d gone with how cassie an Jennifer were an the dog staying

    Anonymous readerReport 

    2016-04-30 01:56:27
    You’ve missed the dog’s cock’s knotting up, getting stuck up those tiny little pussies… stuck for minutes and minutes, making everything fucking crazy…

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    2015-07-01 02:17:49
    It was a great read. I loved it. Even the shape- shifting was great. I knew who it was when you began to describe her clothing. The story was not too long, and the sex came in on time. A nice build up. Keep it up , but I would like to see the return of Diablo to the sister with a little deja-vu.

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    2014-11-03 07:15:17
    The poverty line it would buy you less than 10k year no idea where you have silly thgnis to pay for like rent utility bills food etc etc etc etc so your answer is not in the poverty line it would buy you have silly thgnis.The poverty line it would be around less than 10k year no idea where you have silly thgnis to pay for like rent utility bills food etc so reckon your income from 300k would buy you have silly thgnis to pay for like.The poverty line it would buy you are living but around 192 week in the uk is well down so your income from 300k.The uk usa understand your interest rate is just about 100 about the poverty line it would be around 192 week in the uk is well down so your interest rate is not long.

    anonymous readerReport 

    2013-09-02 21:28:24
    Wow great read didn’t even make it to the dog

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