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A girl going naked in school is eager to play Juilet in her school’s play. But she gets a big shock at what’s on the program!

Futa Naked In School – Futa’s Taboo Naked Performance

Chapter One: Juliet’s Taboo Futa Surprise

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Xochitl Estevez’s Week, Monday

I popped off my belly shirt and bared my large breasts cradled in my bra. The futas at my college cheered as I did. I grinned. I was finally chosen for the Program. It was my week to go naked and attend classes. I kind of wished it had come earlier or later, but I didn’t care.

Even if it meant I had to perform my role as Juliet in the classic Willemina Shakespeare play naked come opening night on Friday, I didn’t care.

I was just so wet right now.

It was the second week into the new semester. I had watched a dozen other girls get to strip naked and have fun. That Freshman Ginny was gangbanged, Denice ran her wild campaign to become Homecumming Queen, the wicked weak where Krysten and her older futa-sister went naked for two weeks because they inspired the football team to win the State Confrence. It was all such wicked fun.

Now it was my turn.

“Well, futas, she’s a bold one,” said President McTaggart as I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I bared my big, lush, golden-brown tits to the cheers of all. I would have an awesome second year of college. “And, isn’t she endowed? You lucky futas get to play with them.”

“Can’t you play with them, President?” I asked. “That’s what the rules change allows, right? Professors can have sex with us outside of lessons.”

“Only if you’re in a romantic relationship that’s been disclosed to the guidance counselor, Miss Estevez,” the president quickly said, her red hair sweeping about her shoulders as she glanced out at the crowd. “Remember that, futas and girls, if any of you are having an affair with your professor, you better come clean. If we find out…”

“I’ll fuck you, Miss Dannel!” a futa shouted.

“And it has to be off the campus and not at school events.” The president eyes found Miss Castellano. I smiled at her. She was so pretty. I looked up at her. I wanted to be a sexy, Latina beauty like her when I reached her age.

I wiggled out of my tight jeans, stepping out of them with grace. I had lush legs. My short, brown hair swayed about my face as I bent down to take them off, my tits swaying before me. I felt all those futas staring at me with lust. The poor junior girl selected, Emeline Bellamy, looked at me with such envy.

She had such small titties.

I straightened then whirled around, shaking my booty at the crowd. The cheerleaders were thrusting their pompoms into the air while I thrust my panties down my rump, exposing my trimmed bush to the crowd and my curvy, Latina rump. I wiggled it from side to side as I thrust my panties down my leg.

Today would be awesome.

“Okay, and now for the futas,” said President McTaggart. “Let’s see… No, no, that’s a junior. And a sophomore and… Here we are. Ase Westerberg.”

The crowd cheered as I watched the blushing freshman lurch to her feet, her short, light-brown spilling about her face as she descended down the stairs from the bleachers. I smiled at her, clapping my hands together. A few girls shouted, “Let’s see that futa-cock!”

I giggled.

“And for the last futa… Oh, yes, this is perfect.” President McTaggart held up the slip of paper while the cheerleaders shook their pompoms, a hush falling over the crowd. “Isidora Estevez.”

“What!” I shouted as my futa-sister rose from the crowd. Isidora was the last futa I wanted to see naked. She was my futa-sister. My annoying, bratty older futa-sister. I ground my teeth and folded my arms beneath my tits as she headed out form the crowd.

What was going on? “Why do sisters always get chosen?”

“Huh?” Emeline asked, glancing at me.

“Sisters. Charisma and Krysten, and Dina and Audie. We’re the third set of siblings chosen.” I shook my head. “That’s not a coincidence.”

Emeline shrugged. “Isadora’s cute. She’s got that sexy, Latina smile. Mmm, yes.”

I rolled my eyes. My futa-sister didn’t even have any tits. And she copied how I dressed. Belly shirt and tight jeans, though hers showed off the bulge of her futa-cock. She was always fucking new girls, usually from outside the college. She would go down to the mall and hang out, picking up chicks and dating them for a few weeks before moving on to another.

Made me want to gag.

“Okay,” President McTaggart said as Isidora stripped, revealing those pathetically small titties. They were just handfuls. I liked my futas to have some curves. “Enjoy this week in the Program. Get to know our four lucky winners. Maybe you’ll discover something new about yourself.

I was never more happy than to be swarmed by the horny futas.

They were all around me. Teal Constance appeared, of course. She was the first one to get her hands on my tits. The freshman futa looked like she’d died and gone to heaven as she groped them, her fingers digging into my flesh.

“Don’t be shy, Teal,” I purred as another futa grabbed my rump. “Get in there.”

Teal buried her face between my titties and rubbed back and forth. I groaned and shook, her hair brushing my hard nipples. Her pale hands contrasted with my bountiful, golden flesh. I shuddered and smiled as other hands touched me.

Stroked me.

My skin felt so alive.

I purred in delight as a dozen hands caressed over my body. They stroked my sides and hips. My thighs. My ass. A bold hand thrust between my legs, rubbing at the hot flesh of my pussy. I melted right then and there.

I was just so horny to finally be naked. It was the best thing in the world. I shuddered as those delicious fingers ran up and down my pussy lips. My ass clenched, two different hands, one with long fingernails, squeezed my rump.

“Oh, you wicked futas,” I moaned in throaty delight. “Whoever is rubbing my twat, don’t be shy. Get those fingers in me.”

I gasped as they thrust into my pussy. A futa groaned, “Holy shit, she’s so wet. Goddess, that’s amazing.”

“Uh-huh, you naughty puta,” I purred, my accent growing stronger as the pleasure rippled through me. “A bunch of futa-putas all playing with my body. Mmm, yes, yes. Work those fingers in and out of me.”

“I’m so hard for you, Xochitl!” a futa groaned.

“You’re tits are incredible!”

“So incredible!” groaned Teal from between my breasts.

“Damn, I love your ass!”

“Blow me?”

“If you’re in one of my classes, I’ll do more than blow you!” I gasped. “I’m using all my chances for relief. Mmm, I am going to get wild in all my classes!”

A mighty cheer whooped around me.

I trembled as the fingers in my pussy thrust in and out of me faster. Another futa found my clit, her finger massaging my bud as my lusts urged through me. A mouth latched onto my nipple. Teal was sucking hard. I gasped, my rump clenching and my twat tightening on those digits. The friction increased, swelling my orgasms.

“¡Ustedes futas malvadas!” I howled, the pleasure surging through me. “¡Mierda!”

My body bucked and shuddered as my orgasm exploded through me. It was incredible. All these futas touching my body, teasing me. Teal sucked hard on my nipple. My cunt spasmed around the digits plunging into my depths. Juices gushed down my thighs.

The pleasure surged through me. Stars burst across my vision as the rapture bathed my mind. I trembled beneath the futas’ touch, my moans echoing through their cheers. A camera flashed, Lizaveta Kuznetsov recording this moment.

“She’s cumming on my fingers!” a futa shouted.

“Damn, that’s hot!”

“I have to fuck you, Xochitl!”

“My cock’s so hard! Do me right here!”

I just howled out in rapture, trembling through the bliss that rushed through my system. It was incredible. The best bliss in the world. My nineteen-year-old body trembled and bucked, drinking in the wild pleasure.

These sexy futas took me to the height of rapture so fast. I swooned and groaned, my eyes fluttering. I shook my head, grabbing a futa’s boob to keep from falling over. Her hard nipple rubbed at my palm through her sweater.

“Xochitl,” the futa moaned. She was a sophomore named Augusta Pryor, her eyes bright.

I grinned at her. “You’re in my math class, right?”

She nodded.

“You’re getting pussy today,” I told Augusta. The look on her face sent another orgasm rippling through me.

It was a magical moment. I moaned and gasped. I swayed and—

“Isidora, yes!” a girl squealed. “Fuck me! Pound that girl-dick in me.”

My stomach twisted. My futa-sister was fucking some slut. I shook my head and moaned, “Okay, okay, that’s enough. I need to breathe, futas.” I shuddered, Teal’s mouth popping off my nipple. “Whew, you futas are a sexy bunch. I’m about to swoon.”

“Xochitl!” they all cheered around me, crying out my name. They looked so damned sexy. I could just eat them up.

I had pussy juices when I showed up to my first class (the second period since we never had first on Mondays thanks to the Program assembly). I shuddered when I walked into Intro to Drama. Ms. Tyrell, a pale-skinned futa with black hair, smiled at me. Her eyes flicked up and down my body. She often found an excuse to fuck girls in the Program to teach “sexual acting.”

Maybe she would fuck me.

“Ms. Tyrell, I am in need of relief,” I told her.

She arched an eyebrow, staring at my bush. “I can see that. You have pussy cream running down your thighs.”

“I know!” I said. At the start of all my classes for the week, I could ask for relief. A ten minute period in which I could masturbate or ask for a volunteer to get me off. Every futa in the classroom stared at me with such hunger in their eyes. There were futas from all four years, the elective open up to everyone.

My eyes settled on Pearle, a blonde futa with round tits. She wore a jean skirt and a long-sleeved sweater, her nipples poking at the purple weave. I grinned at her and said, “Since the swim team kicked so much ass last week, you get to fuck me.”

“Practicing for you and Letizia?” asked Ms. Tyrell.

I winked at the professor as Pearle bounded to her feet. Letizia, a cute freshman, was playing Romea, the dashing futa who would sweep Juliet—me!—off her feet. I was looking forward to rehearsing our sex scene this week. It was going to have full penetration and end with a creampie. A futa could cum in me since I was on the shot.

A year without any worry of getting pregnant.

Relief wasn’t the sort of time to get all lovey with your partner. It was pure and carnal passion. I sank down on my desk and spread my legs wide. Getting fingered in the auditorium had me primed. I had no idea which futa had her fingers in my clam, but that sexy futa had gotten me off.

“Mmm, come on, Pearle, let me see that gran verga,” I purred. “My juicy concha needs it.”

“Don’t use Spanish around Pearle, you’ll just confuse her,” said Meadow Paulines, a bright smile on her face.

I winked at her. “I think she’ll figure it out.

Pearle had her sweater off, her breasts round and jiggling. Most futas didn’t wear bras. She hiked up her jean skirt, her thong barely constraining her futa-dick. She just shoved it to the side, flashing her shaved pussy lips as she advanced on me.

“Just plunge it in,” I moaned. “Feed my clam and give me all that pearly jizz.”

“Damn,” the futa groaned as she reached me. “It’s your first day. Most girls don’t go wild this fast.”

“Why waste time?” My large breasts rose and fell before me as I squirmed. “Just get in me. We’re running out of time.”

“Mmm, watch them, class,” Ms. Tyrell said. She had her phone out and aimed right at us. “It’s important to study how people look in the throes of passion so you can replicate it on stage. And for you two, remember this bliss so you can reach into yourself and express it. That is the core of method acting.”

“Yes, Ms. Tyrell,” I groaned.

My hand shot out. I grabbed Peale’s cock and pulled her to me. She groaned as I pressed her into my bush. Her thick tip rubbed up and down. I grinned at her, my eyes sparkling. Her hands went straight to my tits. She grabbed them, hefted them.

I brought her cock to the entrance to my pussy. She did not disappoint.

“¡Madre de Diosa!” I gasped as her cock thrust deep into me. She was long. My pussy clenched around her shaft as her round breasts jiggled before me. I smiled at her, leaning back on my desk. Her hands kneaded my tits. “Fuck me, puta. Ram that big dick in me and fill me with cum.”

“Dirty talk is really important in wild and uninhibited scenes,” said Ms. Tyrell. “But don’t use them in more romantic ones.”

“Yes, this is just fucking,” I moaned as Pearle drew back her cock.

My pussy clenched about her girl-dick, savoring that wonderful girth. Then she thrust back into me. I gasped as her cock buried to the hilt in me. Her fingers tightened in my tits, her face twisting with pleasure.

All the class watched us. They were shifting, moving their heads, all craning to get better views. I savored the attention as I hooked my right arm around Pearle’s neck. I grinned at the futa as she drilled her cock deep and hard into my pussy.

My cunt squeezed and relaxed on her dick, drinking in the friction. My juicy cunt rejoiced with every thrust. My clit ached when she buried to the hilt in me, her pubic bone rubbing on my bud. I whimpered, my breasts heaving in her kneading grip.

“Oh, yes, that’s it,” I moaned. “Ooh, just get that dick in me. Fuck me hard. Pound me. Oh, yes, yes, Pearle. Such a sexy futa-puta! Mmm, make me cum. Make my pussy milk out all that delicious cream from your dick. All that yummy, salty futa-milk!”

She thrust faster, harder into me. The dirty talk inspired the futa. Her girl-dick plunged deep and hard into me. That wonderful flesh filled me. I groaned, squeezing around her flesh, my heart thundering in my chest as I reveled in her girl-dick plundering my cunt.

The desk creaked. My breasts jiggled in her massaging hands. Then she slid a hand around my side, cupping my back. My left tit now heaved as she fucked me even harder, her fingers digging into my back.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned.

“Goddess, you’re so hot, Xochitl!” she groaned.

“Bust your ovary in her!” groaned Kenya Short.

“Oh, wow, Pearle, you are hot!” gasped Lucy Barr. “Ooh, fuck her!”

“Ram that dick into her!” groaned Jaylin Jill in envy. She preferred taking cock instead of giving it.

“Yes, yes, fuck her,” moaned Ms. Tyrell. “That’s it, class. That’s raw passion. Remember it, Xochitl when you’re on stage.”

“I will!” I howled, my pussy coming closer and closer to my climax.

That thick prick slammed into me. The friction burned silky and hot in my cunt. My pussy clenched around her thrusting dick. I shuddered, gripping her, the pleasure building and building in me. My breasts heaved as she plowed deep and hard into me. She fucked me with all her passion. Her strokes buried to the hilt in me.

It was incredible. I groaned and gasped. My pussy clenched and squeezed around her dick. It was the best. I bucked into her strokes, my clit sparking against her pubic bone. I shuddered as she buried faster. Hotter. She pounded me. I gasped, my breasts heaving with every powerful stroke of her girl-dick into me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled. “Madre de Diosa! Stir up my pussy. Come on, futa-puta! Ram that dick into me and make me cum on it!”

“MAKE HER CUM!” cheered some of the futas. “MAKE HER CUM!”

The claps and whoops only fed my orgasm. My clit throbbed as I humped against her. My left boob heaved, my right jiggling in her squeezing hand. Her face twisted with passion. Her brown eyes burned with lust. The sexy futa buried her dick deep into my cunt.

As she drew back, that magical moment happened. My pussy convulsed around her futa-cock. I gasped at the rush of bliss that shot out of my cunt. My flesh spasmed around her clit-dick as she buried back into me, sending another wave of rapture through me.

“¡Yes, yes! ¡Dame tu futa-leche!” I howled, lost to the rapture surging through me.

“Xochitl!” Pearle groaned, ramming her cock into my writhing depths.

Her cum fired into my pussy. I shuddered as I savored my first load of Program-sanction futa-cum spurting into my cunt’s depths. Her jizz splashed against my cervix and filled my spasming twat with such warmth.

“Yes, yes! All that milk! Mmm, mi hermosa futa-puta!”

“Damn!” she groaned, her body heaving, her round breasts bouncing as she trembled. Her face burned with passion.

The class exploded in cheers as I collapsed back on my desk. The sound echoed around me. A standing ovation. I smiled, loving it. It was such a hot delight. I couldn’t wait to be out on stage playing Juliet.

To be taken hard by that sexy, Italian futa. I watched Letizia swimming the week before. She won a single medal, but she looked hot doing it in her purple swimsuit. I shuddered, my pussy clenching on Pearle’s cock as she pulled out of me.

“Okay, okay,” Ms. Tyrell said. “I know that was hot, but we have to get back to the fundamentals of acting. It’s about adopting a role and…”

I drifted for a moment, cum running out of my cunt and pooling on my desk. I felt so wonderful right now. I could just float away. I licked my lips, my eyes fluttering. My heart pounded in my chest, pumping such hot and delicious blood through my veins. My fingers flexed and relaxed. My toes curled.

“What’s that?” gasped Jaylin. “There’s an ambulance out front.”

“What?” Miss Tyrell said.

I frowned and sat up, blinking. The class was rushing to the window. “There’s someone getting loaded into the ambulance,” said Pearle. “Anyone see who that is?”

Heads were shaken.

“Well, they’re with medical help,” said Ms. Tyrell. “Come on, we’re talking about using inner pain. That’s the heart of acting.”

I flowed through the halls after Intro to Drama ended. I had so much wonderful sex. Every class, I asked for relief.

Just like I promised, I rocked that futa’s world in math. During lunch, I enjoyed two futas at once, Shelena took me in the ass while another futa on the tame enjoyed my pussy. I was pinned between the two, loving every second of their cocks plundering my holes.

I was dripping with cum all day. It was wonderful.

While I was lost in a haze of orgasmic bliss, I did hear the buzz about a futa breaking her leg doing something dumb in PE. However, I was having too much fun enjoying my week of hedonistic pleasure to really get a fix on it.

In my biology class, Mrs. Jordan used me to demonstrate a lesson. I had such a sweet orgasm as Jaylin’s fingers plunged in and out of my sloppy cunt, full of Mbali Arendse jizz. The Black futa’s cum leaked out of me as Jaylin fingered me to a climax. I had two wonderful orgasms in that class.

On my way to my fifth-period class, I spotted my futa-sister. She had a pair of White girls draped over her golden-brown flesh, both stroking her cock, looking all excited. They squealed in delight as they made her cum right there in the hallway.

I shuddered and walked faster.

Fifth period, I opted for another round of anal sex. The incredibly slutty Kalena Apikalia who was in the Program the week before even provided the lube for Lalita Singh’s swarthy futa-cock. She flipped up her cheer skirt and let my partner plunge. I had a great orgasm on that pussy-lubed futa-cock.

I didn’t have to attend my sixth-period class because of the play. I was exempt so I could attend practices instead. It was a delightful bonus. I headed to the performing arts center where we were rehearsing on stage. The sets were almost all complete. It was so incredible. Cum leaked out of my pussy and asshole.

“Hey,” Isidora said as she came up alongside me.

I rolled my eyes as my naked futa-sister walked beside me. “Tell me you’re not heading to rehearsal.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” she asked, arching an eyebrow at me. “I see you’re having fun.”

“Ugh, don’t lecture me. I’m not doing anything you’re not.”

“I wasn’t,” she said, raising her hands. She flashed me that lush smile she used on the girls.

I raised a frosty eyebrow.

“You’re just the understudy,” I muttered. “The play’s on Friday. You’re not needed.”

Her head cocked. “How much sex have you been having today?”

I gave her a wicked grin. “So much. I even did two futas at once.”

“Yeah, Shelena’s telling everyone how she broke in your ass. Took your anal cherry.”

“I gave my anal cherry to my ex last year,” I huffed. “Goddess, Shelena’s such a pendeja.”

“You fucked her.”

I shot a glare at my futa-sister as we approached the performance arts center. Our college was all connected by buildings, thank Diosa. If I had to go outside in January naked…

I tried to ignore her and her small breasts as we reached the backstage doors. Before she could even try to hold them open for me, I shot ahead and burst through. I took the two steps that lead upward to the stage area and looked around.

My understudy, Meaghan Carter, had puffy cheeks and red eyes. The poor thing was crying again. It sucked that Stacie had cheated on her, even if it was with the amazing Miss Castellano. If I was a hot professor, I’d be fucking my futa students, too. But one who had a girlfriend…

Nope.

“It’ll be okay,” I told Meagan, moving away from my smirking futa-sister. “I bet Miss Castellano gives Stacie gonorrhea and rots off her cock.”

“Gonorrhea’s extinct,” muttered Meaghan as she squirmed. “Every STD is.”

“Naw, her pussy’s been brewing a nasty strain that will rot off Stacie’s cock, you’ll see.”

Meaghan sniffed and then gave me a hug, her hands gripping my naked back. I held her tight, my large breasts rubbing into the fuzzy texture of her sweater. My nipples throbbed and a naughty tingle raced through me as I gave her this friendly embrace.

More cum leaked out of the depths of my pussy and trickled down my thighs.

“Ooh, maybe we should have two Juliet’s in this play,” said Christina Beck who was playing Mercutia.

I broke away and glared at the futa. “Just because we’re both girls and hugging doesn’t mean we’re going to lez out. That only happens in pornos.”

“Or when Adile hugs you,” said Iesha Faulkner. She was playing Tybalt. “Ain’t that right, Marianna?”

Marianna Petras blushed. “She just started kissing me and had her hands up beneath my shirt and before I knew it was I was having sex with her right there on the basketball court during PE. Coach Hamps blew her whistle, but when Adile starts eating your pussy, she doesn’t stop. Then she just hopped up and said it was her relief time and ignored Coach Hamps when she claimed you could only do it at the beginning.”

“It was so hot,” Iesha said, a big grin on her face. “I rubbed one out at home just thinking about it.”

I giggled. Adile was wild. She spent last week naked and showed more than a few girls that they might have a bit of bi in them. Not me, I liked my pussy to come with big, throbbing clit-dicks. Where was the fun in just fingers and tongues? Toys were the same as a dick spurting hot jizz into you.

“Okay, we’re all here,” said Ms. Tyrell. She swept in from the far side, her tall and lanky body clad in a pair of tight jeans and sweater that hugged her round breasts. Her hazel eyes swept over us. “I think we’ll start with the love-making scene. Get us all warmed up. I know that our Juliet has been eagerly waiting for it.

“Sure,” I said. I flashed my gaze around. “Um, where’s Letizia? Don’t tell me she’s missing out on the chance to do me before all of you?”

Snorting laughter burst around me. I knew in an instant I had said something dumb. That confused embarrassment rippled through me as I stared around at my fellow cast members. My futa-sister smirked at me, her girl-dick thrusting hard from her shaved pussy. A gleam of excitement coated her thighs.

“What?” I asked, hating this. “Why is it funny that Letizia isn’t here?”

“It’s not funny what happened,” said Ms. Tyrell, a faint smile on the futa-professor’s lips. “I’m just surprised you haven’t heard what happened to her today.”

“Well… I’ve been… programming,” I said.”

“Fucking every futa in school,” Iesha said with a grin.

“Not every futa if she missed you,” Meaghan said. She came up beside me and took my hand. “Letizia broke her leg being an idiot in PE this morning. They took her to the hospital in an ambulance.”

“It’s a bad break,” said Ms. Tyrell. “Compound fracture. She’s going to be out of school for a few weeks and it’ll be months before she’s recovered.”

My jaw dropped. “Then…” My eyes fell on my futa-sister in horror. “Oh, no.”

“Hey,” she said, sauntering to me, her small breasts quivering. “’What light through yonder window breaks?’”

“No, no, no,” I said, shaking my head. “This can’t be happening. My futa-sister can’t be playing Romea. You know what she’ll be doing with me?”

“Kissing you, fondling your breasts, eating out your pussy, and then cumming inside of you at the climax of your love scene,” said Ms. Tyrell. “And? You are certainly not a stranger to that activity. I seem to recall you auditioning for Juliet so, and I quote, ‘I can get fucked by a hot futa while everyone watches.’”

My cheeks burned. “But not my futa-sister!” I shook my head. “We came from the same womb!”

“And?” Ms. Tyrell frowned. “Are you prejudice against incest attracted persons? It’s a protected part of sexuality now.”

“Of course not,” I said. “Charisma and Krysten can have their weird, BDSM, open relationship, sex-slave thing they have going on, and Audie and Dina can boff each other’s brains out during lunch, but I’m not having sex with her!”

Isidora arched her eyebrow. “No girl’s ever complained about my performance.”

“Oh, I know!” I hissed. “The wall between our bedrooms is thin. I can hear them gasping and shrieking and moaning their pretty, little heads off while they writhe on that disgusting cock! I’m not doing it! Get someone else to play Romea.”

Ms. Tyrell came up to me, a soft smile on her lips. She grabbed my arms, turning me to face her. “Is this just normal sibling rivalry?” She lowered her head, her eyes peering into mine. “Is there something more that I need to know about? Has she ever abused you or hurt or…?”

“No!” I hissed. “She’s just a selfish cunt!”

Ms. Tyrell arched an eyebrow.

“I’m not apologizing for that!” I glared at my futa-sister. “She borrows my skirts. She steals my lipstick. She is always flirting with my friends when they come over. They’re supposed to be staring at magazines and gossiping with me, not riding your cock!”

Isidora shrugged. “You keep bringing home White girls that want to know what it’s like to have a Latina futa devour their pussies.” She winked at me with all that disgusting arrogance. “Not my fault.”

“No,” said Meaghan as she stood nearby.

“Cast someone else,” I told Miss Tyrell.

“I can’t do that,” the professor said. She gave me a soft smile. “We’re days away from opening. No one has rehearsed the part beside your futa-sister.”

“Well, I’m not fucking her!” I said.

“Of course.” A sad expression fell across the futa-professor’s face. “That’s why we have Meaghan.”

My stomach lurched. “What?”

“She’s your understudy. I will not force you to have sex with your futa-sister, or anyone, but I’m not changing my artistic vision of the play. Romea and Juliet deserve to have their full passion shown off in ways that they couldn’t in the past. Young lovers writhing in passion is such a beautiful thing.”

“But… but…” I shook my head. “I’m playing Juliet. I worked hard for this. I… I…” I struggled to breathe. Suddenly the room was spinning around me. I grabbed Ms. Tyrell’s arms for support. Her fingers gripped me. “This… Not fair… I…”

I wheezed for breath. Black spots rippled across my vision. I found myself drifting, almost floating to the floor as Ms. Tyrell lowered me onto the hardwood. She spread me out, her hands sliding up to cup my breasts. She squeezed them.

“What?” I gasped, managing to suck in a breath.

“Let me calm you down,” she said. “Relax you. You’re about to ruin everything. Okay. I’ll take care of you. I know what you need.”

“What?” I groaned as the professor’s thumbs massaged across my bountiful breasts, coming closer and closer to reaching my nipples.

“Why, you need to cum, don’t you?” asked Ms. Tyrell. “You need a nice orgasm or two to clear your head and let you think. Let you understand the decision you’re about to make. I’ll take care of you.”

I gasped as the futa-professor engulfed my nipple. She sucked on the brown nub with hunger. I groaned and my pussy clenched. This heat surged through me as I squirmed on the floor. My toes curled. It felt so wicked.

“Ms. Tyrell,” I groaned. Should I stop her? But… but… I was starting to relax. My nipple felt wonderful in her mouth and…

Isidora stared down at me, her face tight.

“Yes, Ms. Tyrell, that’s what I need!” I moaned, surrendering to the drama professor’s touch. To her naughty tongue dancing around my nipple.

The professor lifted her mouth from my nipple, a smile on her lips. She then peeled off her sweater, her round breast bouncing free, naked and unencumbered. Her mauve nipples thrust hard from her areolas. She tweaked one as she leaned down again and cupped both my large tits with her pale fingers.

She purred as she licked and flicked my nipple with her wet tongue. My brown nub throbbed while the rest of the cast watched. I smirked at them, loving their attention. This was what I wanted, but with even more people watching.

The entire student body. Members of staff. People from the community who wanted to watch a play and see me cum hard on a sexy futa’s cock.

My futa-sister’s cock flashed through my mind.

I groaned and pushed it down as Ms. Tyrell licked at my nipple and areolas. Her hands squeezed and massaged my tits. I groaned, my heart beating faster and faster. My nubs were so sensitive. My pussy clenched as I shuddered, juices flowing. Cum from deeper in my pussy was trickling out as my excitement built.

Ms. Tyrell’s hazel eyes gleamed as she swirled her tongue around my breast, her beige fingers clenching into my brown flesh. I groaned and gasped as she kissed and licked while her digits massaged me. Little tingles raced down my body. My heart beat faster and faster.

Then she went lower. She kissed down my stomach, her lips leaving hot trails.

“There’s no way she’s going to eat out her pussy,” whispered Christina. “Xochitl’s been fucking every futa at school.”

“She’s going for it. Maybe Ms. Tyrell likes creampies.” I caught a glimpse of Iesha grinning over at Marianna. “Don’t you?”

“I’ve only eaten out Adile, and she doesn’t let futas mess with her.”

As they spoke, my lusts swelled. They were watching Ms. Tyrell kiss across my stomach to reached my shaved pussy lips. Isidora leaned against the wall like she was pouting. I was getting all the attention, not her.

My futa-professor’s lips reached my pubic mound. I groaned as her tongue licked across my hot flesh. She went lower and lower, nibbling on my cuntlips. She teased me, my pussy drinking it in while her fingers clenched and squeezed my tits.

I groaned at the excitement of her touch. At how she made me groan and shudder. I bit my lower lip, my heart pounding in my chest. This was so hot. So exciting. My pussy clenched as I squirmed on the floor.

Then she was at my pussy.

“Ms. Tyrell!” I groaned as her tongue lapped through my folds.

She caressed me. She licked and lapped and teased my pussy. I groaned as she licked up the other futa’s cum leaking out of my depths. That was so hot. She was eating jizz out of my twat. It was a mix of such wicked delight. Her tongue jammed into my folds.

“Ms. Tyrell, yes!” I moaned, her fingers digging into my tits. “Ooh, you’re such a naughty futa-professor. Just eating my concha. Mmm, just full of all that futa-milk. You just love it. ¡Te encanta la futa-leche!”

“It’s a treat,” she purred. “Just relax. Calm down. Everything’s going to be okay.”

I gasped as she thrust her tongue into my pussy. She swirled around inside of me while she fondled my tits. I gasped and shuddered. My pussy squeezed around her tongue fluttering through me. My fingers flexed and throbbed. This heat surged through my body.

My hips wiggled. I undulated from side to side and ground my pussy on her face. My breast jiggled in her massaging grip. It was just so exciting. I grabbed her hair and humped against her hungry face. Her tongue thrust deep into my twat. She danced her tongue around through my hot folds, teasing me, driving me wild.

“¡Madre de Diosa!” I groaned. “Oh, Miss Tyrell, you really love pussy!”

“Only schoolgirl pussy!” Iesha called.

“Such a delicious treat,” groaned my futa-professor. “Let yourself go. Just cum and you’ll feel so much better!”

“¡Si!” I gasped. “Get your tongue in me. Ooh, yes, yes. You’re a pervy futa-professor!”

My orgasm swelled faster and faster. Her tongue was everywhere. She stroked my clit. My labia. She swirled through my sheath. She caressed my taint. Her fingers massaged my tits. They slid up and found my nipples.

She twisted them.

I gasped, my back arching. My pussy convulsed as my orgasm suddenly crashed through me. My ass rose up from the floor. I bucked as my cream flooded my professor’s mouth. My hot juices rushed out of me, bathing her lips.

“Madre de Diosa!” I gasped. “Oh, yes, yes! You love my clam! You love eating it! Oh, keep licking!”

Her tongue lapped at my pussy. She feasted on me as the pleasure surged through my body. Wave after wave of delight sloshed through me. It was another orgasm. Another wonderful heave of gasping pleasure.

My eyes danced around, stars bursting over me. Isidora’s arms were folded tight beneath her small breasts, her cock throbbing hard. I shuddered, unable to think. My eyes shot to the ceiling as the futa-professor sucked on my sensitive clit.

Then she rose. “You need more, don’t you?” she asked as she unsnapped her jeans. “You need more orgasms, Xochitl?”

“Mierda, I do!” I gasped. “Ram that dick in me. Give me all that futa-milk. Let me see if you’re better than all the little futas running around the college!”

She smiled s she shoved down her jeans. Her cock tented her pink panties, cut to hold her throbbing futa-dick. She pushed those down next, her cock springing out from her black bush. The dark hair contrasted with her pale skin.

I grabbed her futa-dick before she could seize it. I pulled her to me, hungry for that big dick to feel my naughty clam. I stroked her, smirking in delight as the other girls and futas watched on. Meaghan leaned over, her cheeks flushed. Iesha groped her hardon through her skirt.

“Wow,” muttered Marianna. “I’d never screw Ms. Tyrell, but you’re going for it, Xochitl.”

“I need to relax and think!” I panted.

“Yes, just helping my student to focus on her lesson,” groaned the drama professor.

I pressed her pale cock against my hungry clam. With a hard thrust, she rammed into me. I gasped as her futa-cock spread me open. She buried into me, her bush tickling my pussy lips. I gasped, my big tits heaving as she loomed over me, her round tits swaying.

I grabbed them. Played with them. I fondled her tits as she drew back her cock and then plunged it into me again. And again. She penetrated my pussy. She rammed her girl-dick into my cunt. I grinned up at her, reveling in her thrusts. I shuddered as she buried into my twat.

“Oh, you have a nice dick,” I purred. “How’s my pussy?”

“Succulent,” groaned Ms. Tyrell, her face twisting with pleasure, her cheeks flushed with her excitement.

“Perfect,” I groaned, my pussy clenching about her girl-cock.

I grabbed her breasts. I groped them and massaged them. I loved the feel of them bouncing in my hands. I shuddered, squeezing and kneading them. Her dick buried hard into me. She rammed to the hilt in my cunt.

“Oh, yes, yes!” I moaned, my pussy drinking in the friction. The silky delight surged through me. “Fuck me, cabrona!”

She grinned and rammed faster. Harder. She drove her girl-dick into my juicy twat. I was still buzzing from my first orgasm. Another built. That wonderful thrill surged through me as everyone watched me.

They squirmed. They bit lips. Glossy eyes stared at my bouncing tits and the futa’s dick ramming into my juicy cunt. I groaned, squeezing around that wonderful cock. My professor stirred me up. She brought me closer and closer to that boil with every plunge of her girl-dick into my pussy.

I humped against her. My clit drank in the feel of her wiry pubic hair rubbing against me. I loved it. My breasts heaved. My hands kneaded her tits. I found her nipples, fat and hard between my fingers. I tugged on them.

“You little schoolgirl-slut!” she moaned.

“Mmm, I am,” I moaned. “Just a big puta. Now ram that cock into me. Give me all that yummy futa-milk!”

“Fuck, yes!”

Ms. Tyrell’s face twisted as she rammed her girl-dick into my pussy’s depths again and again. Sparks flew from my clit. The pleasure rippled through me. I gasped, my tits heaving. This wonderful bliss surged through me.

Her cock felt incredible in me. My clit throbbed and ached. I tugged on her nipples. Pinched them. Twisted and played with them. Her head tossed back. Her cock slammed deep into my cunt, the friction feeling incredible.

“Cum in her!” groaned Iesha.”

“Oh, yes, she wants it,” Marianna whimpered.

“Big time,” moaned Christina.

“Do it!” Meagan whimpered, squeezing her tits through her fuzzy sweater. “Do it, Ms. Tyrell.”

“Yes, do it!” I howled as her cock slammed into me again.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” the professor moaned and buried deep into me.

Hot cum spurted into my depths.

My futa-professor unloaded her passion. Her back arched as that wonderful, hot delight flooded me. My pussy squeezed around her cock as she howled out her pleasure. I was so close to cumming. I undulated my hips, grinding my clit against her pubic bone as she filled my cunt with her jizz.

Sparks flared.

My orgasm exploded through me.

I threw back my head and surrendered to the rush of pleasure. I whimpered, my breasts jiggling and bouncing. The passion surged through me. That hot delight pumped rapture through my veins. Stars burst across my eyes.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, Ms. Tyrell. I love your big cock!”

My pussy wrung her cock dry as the pleasure surged through me. That wonderful, mind-melting bliss spilled across my thoughts. I welcomed it as the stars burst across my vision. I twisted my futa-professor’s nipples as I bucked through my orgasm.

Isidora watched with a scowl.

“¡Madre de Diosa!” I howled as my orgasm carried me so high. I hit that wonderful peak.

Then I fell back into buzzing bliss. I trembled, panting. My breasts rose and fell. My eyes fluttered. I groaned and mewled. The rapture rippled through me. My fingers flexed and relaxed. My heart thundered in my chest.

It was incredible.

I was so glad I got to experience that passion.

“Feel better?” Ms. Tyrell asked as she pulled her softening clit-dick out of me, leaving my pussy dripping with her futa-cum.

“I do,” I said, my body buzzing with delight. “Mmm, you’re a good fuck, Ms. Tyrell.”

“Well, coed pussy always does inspire me,” she purred as she rose, her cock slipping out of me. “Now, I want you to go home and see if you can’t work things out with your futa-sister.”

I glanced at Isidora. She still leaned against the wall, her girl-dick thrusting hard before her. My bliss blunted as she refused to look at me. Could I do it? It was hard to be so angry when I was feeling so good from the professor’s cock. Her cum leaked out of me.

I loved that feeling.

“If you show up tomorrow,” continued Ms. Tyrell, “and say you’ve worked it out and you’re okay with making love with your sister, merely as part of the play and not out of any romantic interest, then you can keep playing Juliet, but otherwise… I’m sorry, I have to let Meaghan step up. She doesn’t have any problem with it, right?”

“Oh, no,” Meaghan said, a flushed look on her face. “I mean, I don’t have a problem at all.”

“Fine,” I muttered.

Could I do it? My futa-sister was such a cunt. I hated being around her. I’d rather claw out my heart, but… It was just acting. It wasn’t real. I mean, yes, it would feel real but it was no different from making a porno.

I took a deep breath and rose. Tonight, at home, I would try to make love to my futa-sister.

To be continued…

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The Sheriff of Caissa County enjoys the changes to the world as he molests a young woman. When the Cult arrives, he’s eager to molest their nubile bodies. But the Cult isn’t about to let any man but the Ghost touch their bodies.

The Devil’s Pact, The Cult of the Ghost
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Chapter Two: The Sheriff of Caissa County

Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this.

Monday, November 19th, 2013 – Sheriff Caleb Barends – Cassia County, Idaho

The roads were still wet from the rains that had swept in. It had been a warm winter so far. But snow was coming next week. I drove my official, Sheriff SUV down Interstate 84, heading north to Burly. I was returning to the station to have a briefing with my officers about this strange plague out of Seattle.

All ready there had been a few cases up in Boise, the state’s capital. Wormwood was supposed to be dangerous as hell. Hundreds had already died out in Seattle. The news medias were all blaming Lilith, the demon that the Living Gods had ousted out of Seattle last week. Of course, it looked like she had wormed her way back into the city.

“Praise the Living Gods,” I muttered. “And let their loving gaze protect us from Lilith’s foul plague.”

I had never been a religious man until I had been glued to my TV watching the events unfold in Tacoma, Washington at the end of September. The Living Gods had been so imposing and majestic as they stood triumphant over the False God. I had cheered with all of my deputies as He gave the order for Brandon to be executed.

How could you not be a fervent follower of the Living Gods after witnessing such majesty?

Farms flashed by my SUV as I sped down the highway, and wooden fences were transformed into brown blurs. The fields were golden with winter wheat, dirt roads muddy, puddles glistening. There was a flash color ahead. Something pink on the side of the road. I frowned, squinting to figure out what it was.

A girl.

Hitchhiking.

I grinned, flipping on my lights and pulling off to the shoulder. It was illegal to hitchhike on the interstate. She was a lovely, young woman, her ass filling out a pair of tight jeans. She had her hands in the pocket of her thick, pink jacket, the hood lined with fur.

That was the other nice thing about the Living Gods. A man could enjoy a young woman that was ripe for the plucking.

She jumped when she noticed me, scowling with annoyance. Her eyebrows wrinkled, silver flashing above her right eye—a piercing. Her mouth was lush, pursing as she swallowed. Her green eyes shifted and her hand pushed back a lock of sandy-blonde hair.

“Hi, officer,” she smiled, trying to hide her fear. She wasn’t happy to see a cop.

“You okay?” I asked, climbing out and adjusting my gunbelt.

“Of course. Just walking to my Aunt’s farm.”

“Oh, yeah. Who’s that?” The gravel on the shoulder crunched beneath my feet as I walked over to her. “I bet I can give you a lift.”

“That’s okay.” She pointed at the dirt road ahead leading to a farm house just visible on a distant hill. “That’s hers.”

“So you’re Becca’s niece?”

She quickly nodded. “Yep. Me and Aunt Becca are real close.”

“Well, that is remarkable.”

Her smile slipped a bit. “Um, I guess.”

“Because there ain’t no one by the name of Becca at that farm.”

“Oh, no.” She covered her fear well. “Um, I must be mistaken. It’s the next one down.”

“Well, I think you’re lying to me.” I grasped her shoulder. “It’s okay, sweetie. I’m not gonna bite. You running away?”

“I’m eighteen. I don’t need to runaway.”

I cupped her chin, stroking her fair cheek. She was delicious. I was going to enjoy her. I didn’t have to hold back like I used to. So many years I had been dealing with troubled or drunk teens, their nubile bodies just begging to be touched.

Praise the Living Gods.

“What are you doing, sir?” The fear returned, a tremble passing through her.

“I don’t care if you ran away,” I smiled. “I think I can help you out. If you help me out.”

My cock bulged my blue jeans. I wore the beige shirt of my deputies’ uniform, a big, silver star pinned above my heart, but I always opted for the more comfortable jeans than the dark-tan slacks the deputies were issued. I was the Sheriff. I could dress how I wanted.

“H-how?”

I took her hand, bringing it down to my bulge. “I think you know how.”

“You shouldn’t do that.”

“Things change. You know about the Living Gods, right?”

She nodded her head.

“Then you should know that it’s okay for us to love each other. Let me love you, and I’ll give you a nice, warm place to live and a job helping out around the station.” My deputies would love a morale boosting piece of ass they could fuck. Particularly if this plague grew out of hand.

“I…don’t know. I’ve never…you know.”

“Bullshit,” I laughed. “A girl with a piercing is a girl that likes to have fun. And I bet you’ve had a lot of fun.”

She shifted, looking down. I put my arm around her shoulders, guiding her back to my cruiser. She resisted a little, then allowed me to guide her over. She was young enough to be molded by a strong hand. My cock ached to start doing just that. At my cruiser, my hand drifted down the back of her fluffy jacket, resting on her bubbly butt. I gave a squeeze and she jumped, casting me a fearful look. “Are you wearing panties?”

“No, sir,” she whispered.

“Sheriff,” I corrected. “And why aren’t you wearing panties?”

“Because…a woman should always be ready to be fucked.”

“Praise the Living Gods,” I grinned and squeezed her ass. “I bet you’re just ready to be fucked.”

“I…I guess, Sheriff”

“Then drop your pants.”

She glanced at the highway, cars streaming by, leaving trails of mist behind. “People’ll see us.”

“And?” My hand squeezed her again; she yelped in pain. “I gave you an order, slut. Drop those pants and start earning your keep.”

Her hands reached down, fumbling at her jeans. They snapped open. Her cheeks were crimson as she wiggled them down her slim hips. Her ass was glorious, pale and plump, a hint of her smooth vulva peaking between her sleek thighs as she pushed them down. A nice, tight slit. Girlish. Beautiful.

“Unzip me.”

“Yes, Sheriff.”

She shuffled her feet to turn around, her jeans bunched around her ankles. She gasped as I ran a thick finger through her slit, her pussy lips engulfing my digit with warm silk. She shuddered, her eyes flashing up at me for a brief moment, then she looked down. Her hands trembled as she unfastened me. Her fear made this all the sweeter.

My cock fell out thick and throbbing. Her hand hesitantly grabbed me, shockingly cold. I groaned, savoring the sudden difference in temperature as she stroked me. She knew what to do. She had given a man pleasure before.

“That’s it,” I growled. “You’re doing good.”

“Thank you, Sheriff.”

My cock throbbed as her hand stroked me. Her hand grew warmer and her grip grew more sure and certain. Precum beaded the tip, bubbling out as she worked up and down on me. Her thumb brushed the tip, a shudder passing through me.

I worked my finger through her slit more. Moisture began to leak out, her cheeks growing flushed. “That’s it, slut,” I grinned. “Your cunt’s heating up nicely. Are you getting eager to perform your duties and service me like a good whore?”

“Yes, Sheriff.” Her voice was so sweet.

“Good. Cause it is time for me to violate your tight cunt. Lean against my SUV’s hood. You’re going to love every inch of my cock.”

She shuffled around, waggling that delicious rear at me. She leaned her arms on the hood. It was too high for her to lean over proper. My cock nudged her ass, leaving a trail of shiny precum as I savored her silken flesh. I dipped between her thighs, brushing the wet warmth of her youthful cunt.

I shifted, guiding my cock. She let out a slight gasp as I explored her lips. And then I found that wet hole and I thrust in. She squeaked in shock, her back arching and her pussy sinking around my thick dick. She was so tight. Far tighter than my ex-wife ever had been. Were the girls as tight back when I was eighteen? I tried to remember, but that was over thirty years ago.

Who cares. She was tight right now and that’s all that mattered.

“Take my cock, whore,” I grunted, slamming her against the side of my vehicle as I pumped in and out of her juicy depths. “Take every last inch! You love it, right.”

“Yes, Sheriff,” she gasped, throwing a fearful look over her shoulder.

That made me fuck her hot depths even harder. She grew more wet as I slammed into her cunt. Her pussy squeezing down, surrounding me with her hot velvet. There was no way I was going to last long in her depth. My balls tightened as they swung and slapped her clit.

“So good. You were made to be the station whore! Everyone of my deputies is going to enjoy fucking you.”

She let out a slight moan, her lips pursed. She was fighting the pleasure, denying her body the bliss of my thick cock. That wouldn’t do. I reached around her, shoving my hand down between her stomach and my SUV’s fender. I wormed between her thighs. The little slut gasped when I found her clit, stroking it hard. Her pussy squeezed down on my cock and more sweet moans escaped her lips. I groaned, fucking her harder, pushing her against my car with each thrust.

“That’s it! Enjoy my cock! You’re just the Sheriff’s whore now!” I rubbed furiously on her clit. “Say it, cunt!”

“I’m the…the Sheriff’s whore!” she moaned, her body shaking. “I’m…your slut, Sheriff!”

I buried into her, my cock aching. My cum erupted out into her delicious cunt. Her pussy clenched about me, her sighs louder, more throaty. Her head threw back, pushing into my chest as she came hard, accepting her new place in life.

I leaned against her, breathing hard. “You are a good fuck.” I pulled my cock out, shiny with her juices. A thick dollop of my cum leaked down her thigh. “Pull your jeans up. We need to get to the station.”

“Yes, Sheriff,” she whispered, looking down as she pulled those jeans up her wonderful ass. I opened the passenger door and she climbed into the warm cab.

I walked around and hopped in. There was a missing person alert on my computer. Corina Jennings, 15 yr old, 5’4”, 96 lb., blonde hair, green eyes, piercing in right eyebrow, last seen wearing a pink jacket, thought to be heading north from Wyoming into Cassia County.

I grinned. “You’re going to love the station, Corina.”

She gave me a sharp look.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to let such a sweet piece of ass go.” I pulled back onto the highway, stepping on the gas. I was going to be late to that meeting. But it was so worth it.

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Ursula Ayers – Paris, Texas

It was chaotic in the Walmart. Everyone was buying supplies.

“What’s going on?” I asked a guy.

“There’s a case of the Wormwood Plague down in Austin and two in Dallas.”

I blinked. “Wormwood Plague?” I had been staying away from TV and the internet. I had been worried about the Ghost so much the last few days I hadn’t been paying attention to what was going on in the world.

“Yeah. It broke out in Seattle on Friday and since then it’s killed hundreds.”

“Great,” I muttered, glancing at my shopping list. The Cult of the Ghost wanted to get out of Paris as fast as possible. I was sent to the Walmart to buy supplies with Carla and Marybeth. We split up to cover more ground.

Everything had gone crazy thanks to Mark and Mary. Texas itself had tried to secede from the Union. That lasted one hour, and then our Governor was executed on live television. That’s the last time I watched the TV.

“You just need faith in the Living Gods,” a woman said behind us, pushing her shopping cart.

I turned to see Happy Roberts pushing a grocery cart. I had attended the Paris Revival for Christ—led by Reverend Meriwether, Happy’s husband—until the Ghost and Marybeth seduced me. Having a lesbian girlfriend was really frowned upon by the strict born-again Christians. At least it had been until Meriwether and Happy had become converted to the Living Gods and the Paris Revival for Christ became the Revival for the Living Gods. Happy, who used to dress like a school marm, wore the sluttiest outfit I had ever seen, her skirt barely covering her ass and her blouse was see through, her nipples dark patches.

She was finally dressing like the slut she was in secret. The Ghost had boasted how he had Happy wrapped around his cock, revealing that she loved to cuckold her husband. Now she did it openly. A hunky man walked behind her, one of her many lovers.

“Hello, Mrs. Roberts,” I politely nodded.

“Are you falling into this panic?” Happy asked, eyeing my cart.

“Yeah,” I said, giving her a sheepish grin.

“You haven’t ever come back to the revival since you started dating Marybeth,” Happy sighed. “Don’t you know how the revival has changed? We don’t look down on lesbians anymore. We welcome them.” She put her hand on my shoulder. “I love being with women. Even before the Living Gods showed us what true love was.” She gave me a wink. “I’d love to share my devotion with you and your delicious tits.”

“Well, I, uh, haven’t felt the need. Marybeth and I do a lot of loving.”

She gave me a grave look. “You are one of the faithful, right?”

“Of course,” I lied.

“You’re still not hung up on that dastardly Ghost.” She shook her head. “He was a disgusting Warlock. I’m so glad the Holy Slut Alison ended his life.”

Bitch! I wanted to claw her eyes out. She had the Ghost’s child growing inside her and used to be a complete whore for him. Now she hated him.

I kept my cool. “No. I’m not still hung up on him. I…er…love the Living Gods.” I did until I swore to the Ghost and was freed from Mark and Mary’s disgusting powers.

Happy’s hand suddenly yanked up my cheerleading skirt. I gasped, my naked pussy on display for the hunky guy with her. He leered at me, licking his lips. I pushed my skirt back down, giving Happy a glare. “What are you doing?”

“Just making sure you’re following the precepts.” She lifted her skirt up, showing off her pussy covered by a thick, brown bush. “I’m always ready to fuck, right, Zack?”

“Yeah,” he grinned.

“My brother-in-law has some nice tackle.” Happy patted Zach’s bulging jeans. “And Bella and I taught him how to use it proper. Wanna give it a try?”

“Uh, no thanks. I’m in a big hurry.”

“You sure? He’s quite good. I know you’re a cock-hungry slut. All you cheerleaders are.” Her hand pushed beneath my skirt, petting my pussy. I shuddered, my eyes closing. A few guys stopped to watch, grinning as I moaned.

“Cheerleader slut,” one guy called out.

My nipples dimpled the front of my black top as her fingers probed my pussy. I was still dripping wet from the orgy and her fingers were breathing life back into me. She stroked my clit with her thumb as two fingers worked into my depths.

“You have such a hot cunt,” Happy smiled. “I bet you want to just bend over, pull up that pleated skirt, and let one of these hunky guys go to town on this twat.”

“I…” I wanted to say no, but the faithful were supposed to be about free love. I glanced at the guys, all grinning at me, bulges tenting the front of their pants. I couldn’t fuck them. I was the Ghost’s. I swore myself to him just an hour ago. I couldn’t let them fuck me.

But I had no idea how to get of this mess without doing just that.

Happy’s fingers dug in faster, her thumb rubbing harder. My hands reached out, pushing into her blouse and to squeeze her round tits. She smiled as I thumbed her hard nipples, her lips leaning in and planting a hot kiss.

“Oh, yeah! That’s so hot! I love watching lesbians!” a guy groaned.

“Finger the slut! Get her ready for my hard cock!” a second man called out.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck a cheerleader.”

An orgasm swelled inside me. I drank in the attention of all these guys. I missed the Ghost’s cock. My resolve weakened as Happy curled her fingers, touching my G-spot. Nerves exploded, bliss roaring through me.

“Yes!” I moaned. “Oh, Happy, yes!”

“That’s it, whore!” she hissed in my ear. “Cum on my fingers!”

I shuddered, bumping my shopping cart as stars danced before my eyes. She knew how to give a girl pleasure and leave her panting for more. Her finger withdrew, my pleasure receding as I gasped for breath.

“Thanks, Happy.”

“My pleasure,” she grinned, licking her fingers clean of my juices. “So, which of these studs are you going to pleasure?”

“Um, well,” I swallowed. “I’m really only into girls now.”

Zack’s jeans slid down, his thick cock appearing. My pussy clenched, a trickle of juices running down my thighs. I licked my lips, wanting to feel that cock inside me. It was just part of the lie, pretending that I was one of the brainwashed Thralls who bought into that pervert Mark’s lies.

I turned around, presenting my rear. It was just to keep them from finding out I was immune to Mark’s powers. My soul belonged to the Ghost.

The Katy Perry song that had been blaring through the Walmart suddenly cut out. “Standby for an announcement from the Living Goddess,” a woman purred into the speaker.

“Oh, yes,” gasped Happy, an almost orgasmic smile crossing her face. “What a momentous day.”

The others around us also looked eager, but a few looked fearful, bolting for the exit, not wanting to get caught hearing one of their voices. I pretended to be eager, looking up while I slowly backed my cart away.

“You are all loved by us,” Mary announced through the store. “Do not be afraid. Do not panic. A dark time is coming. The foul Lilith has unleashed a plague to punish men. She hates men. She doesn’t appreciate all the wonderful things they do. But we are fighting back. The CDC is working diligently. We will contain this plague. Remember to obey our commandments and to follow the orders of our representatives. We are the only, true Gods and we love you all. And you love us. You worship us. You want nothing more than to obey us with joy. Love each other and do not try and take advantage of any confusion. Do not break any laws or commit any crimes.”

It was so eerie. The fear melted out of the Walmart. Mary had given her command, and all these people had to obey. It was too much power. The Patriots had the right idea. The Tyrants, as they called the Living Gods, needed to be stopped.

But the Ghost needed rescuing more.

Mary ended the broadcast and the Katy Perry music started playing back up. I met up with Marybeth and Carla. “We need to get out of town,” I hissed at her. “Things are getting so crazy.”

My girlfriend nodded, giving me a quick hug and a kiss.

“This plague is getting out of hand,” Carla whispered. “There are cases popping up around the world. And it kills fast. We need to leave tonight, not tomorrow like we planned. If things fall apart bad enough, they might start quarantining the states and cutting off travel.”

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Wednesday, November 20th, 2013 – Lizzy Garfield – Wyoming/Idaho Border

The back of the RV bounced about as I stretched out on the bed. Ms. Huff, my chemistry teacher, was pressed in my back. She had enjoyed the Ghost in the middle of a class in October. I wish I had seen it.

“Hundreds of bodies are being burned in San Francisco,” the announcer on the portable TV said. She was a buxom, Black woman. “The Gods are ordering every man to stay inside. Last night, the Living Gods healed dozens of dying men in Omaha.”

It cut to a clip of the Living Gods before a hospital ringed by their soldiers, the Legion, and a smaller ring of scantily clad bodyguards, all dressed in slutty, Halloween cop outfits. Those women may look like eye candy but they were deadly.

“Everythang’s fallin’ apart,” I whispered, wondering if my brother was safe. I knew I would never see him again. I had made my choice.

“I know, sweetie,” Ms. Huff whispered, holding me tight. We were both naked, the back of the RV reeking of pussy juices. There wasn’t a lot to do on the long drive across the country but watch the satellite TV and fuck.

“Are we there yet?” muttered Zena, rolling over and hugging me tight, her breath warm on my tits.

“No. We’re nearin’ the border to Idaho. About an hour, I think.”

Despite Mark and Mary’s power, they had surrendered the City of Seattle to Lilith the very day we founded the Cult. That evening, we had left Paris in our convoy of three RV’s and a few SUV’s. This RV was being driven by Ms. Howard. She had owned Pink Boutique in the Paris Mall, my favorite clothing store. I heard the Ghost had spent a day in one of her dressing rooms and she steered all the pretty girls to his cock. Her daughter, Mercedes, was stretched out on a couch playing with her phone.

“Can you turn the TV off,” I whispered, shivering as they showed a graphic of the United States burning with red. There were deaths across the entire country.

“Yeah, sweetie,” Ms. Huff said, finding the remote buried between our naked bodies and flicking it off. “It’ll be okay.” She stroked my face then leaned in and kissed me. It was so weird making out with my teacher. Her tongue probed my lips, brushing my braces. I turned, rolling over to face her. A pair of round breasts brushed my perky tits. I moaned, letting her touch banish all my fears.

“That’s hot,” sighed Zena, still snuggling up to me, her caramel hand stroking my pale belly. The Ghost had fucked Zena up the ass the same day he had taken my virginity and knocked me up. She dozed as I made out with Ms. Huff, my pussy growing wet.

“You are such a cutie,” purred my teacher. “I used to think you were just a beautiful doll in class. Always dressed in such pretty outfits, your black hair combed straight, framing this gorgeous face.” She kissed me again, her hands cupping my cheeks. “And your braces…” She shuddered. “You are such an irresistible girl.”

“And you are a hot teacher.” My cheeks grew crimson. Even after two days traveling and reveling in lesbian sex with Mercedes, Ms. Howard, Ms. Huff, Zena and the other ladies in our RV, I still felt a little embarrassed saying such shameful things. My pa would be furious with me.

My hand slid down her side, dipping between her thighs. She was hot and flushed, sticky with her passion for me. I licked my lips, eager to give her pleasure. I pushed in. She gasped, her eyes fluttering.

The RV slowed.

“Everyone get dressed!” Ms. Howard called out.

“What?” I asked.

“There’s a roadblock at the border.”

Fear hammered in my heart. We were so close. Ms. Cheshire’s ranch was in Cassia County just on the other side of that road block. Everything was going to fall apart. We scrambled in the back, everyone searching for clothes, pulling on skirts and sweaters, not bothering with underwear.

I followed Zena out, the air cold, peering up ahead. Several police cars, their lights flashing, manned the border, cops in beige and tan uniforms wore gas masks, aiming assault rifles at us. A man with a megaphone, tall and dignified, though he wore blue jeans.

Ms. Cheshire was standing up at the lead RV, staring at the blockade.

“Are there any men?” boomed a voice through the megaphone.

“No!” Deidre shouted. “We’re all women.”

She walked forward, unafraid. I huddled with the others. The cheerleaders formed their own clique, arms folded and tapping their feet. “What if we can’t cross?” I whispered.

“We’ll find away,” whispered Ms. Huff. “Have faith in the Ghost.”

But he was in Hell. How could he help us?

Deidre returned, accompanied by three cops and the man in blue jeans. The three cops had their rifles slung, ready to be used on us. Ms. Huff put her arm around me, her hand giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“What a fine bunch of women,” the man in blue jeans nodded. He was older, his hair black speckled with white, his jaw square cut. “Fine bunch.”

“As you can see, we’re all women.”

“And why are you coming out here to Idaho?” he asked.

“We’re Sapphicist,” Deidre answered. “Just lookin’ to find a nice, quiet place so we can love each other.”
“Sapphicist?” mulled the man. He had a silver star on his chest that read “Sheriff Barends, Cassia County.”

“We’re lesbians wishing to dedicate ourselves to a pure contemplation of the Living Gods.”

The Sheriff’s eyes swept across us. “Mighty shame that you’re all lesbians.” His eyes lingered on me, and I squirmed in Ms. Huff’s arms. “Mighty shame.”

“Yep,” a Black cop nodded. “We could use a few more fine looking women to assist us back at the station.”

“Well, I can’t let anyone cross the border,” the Sheriff sighed.

“But we need to reach my Aunt’s ranch,” Ms. Cheshire protested. “It’s just down the highway.”

“An Aunt, huh. Lot of that this week. Who was your Aunt?”

“Ester Cheshire. She left me her ranch when she died last year.”

The Sheriff squinted his eyes. “You do look a bit like Ester, now that you mention it. Your Aunt was a fine lady. But I can’t be letting you through.” He walked over to me. “Unless you can prove that you’d be valuable members of the community.” His hand was strong, pulling me from Ms. Huff.

“Ms. Cheshire?” I asked, trembling as this strong man pulled me to him, his crotch bulging.

“You want to be a good follower of the Living Gods,” he grinned, reaching beneath my skirt. “Me and my men have been doing a lot of stressful work, and you could help us relive some of that stress.”

I shuddered as he touched my pussy. The Ghost was the only man that should touch me there.

“Ms Cheshire!” I called out, throwing her a frightened glance.

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Sheriff Caleb Barends

I stroked the cute girl’s cunt. She looked younger than sweet Corina. Her pussy was wet and she trembled, braces flashing between her teeth. I looked at Deidre Cheshire, grinning at her as I wormed a finger into the slut’s pussy.

“So. Will you help us out? Give us some satisfaction? Lesbian’s aren’t much help in Cassia County.”

“Fine,” Deidre muttered, then smiled. “I would be glad to help out such devoted servants of the Gods.”

I grinned, pushing the black-haired girl against the RV. My three deputies all pulled out girls they liked. Deputy Jarvis had his ebony hands down the blouse of a busty, blonde cheerleader. Deputy Mathews was kissing a pretty, red-haired woman with a large set of tits. But Deputy Celeste took the cake. She pulled a pair of twins out of the group of women. For a dyke, Deputy Edgars wasn’t all that annoying. And it was hot watching her make sweet Corina lick her pussy in the middle of the station.

I shoved my cock into the young woman’s cunt. She was tight and hot, her body shuddering beneath me. “You like that, whore?”

“Yes, sir,” she moaned. “It’s…nice.”

She was soaking wet. So wet I bet my cock was lubed to fuck her pretty ass. “I bet you want my cock up your ass.”

“If that’s what will make you happy,” she whispered.

I spread her asscheeks apart as I ripped out my cock. I slid the tip between her perfect asscheeks, teasing her sphincter. Her asshole was cute, wrinkling as she tensed when I brushed it. Gods, but I needed to fuck her hard. I thrust my cock in, loving her gasps of pain as her virgin asshole was split open.

“Take it all, whore!” I groaned, pounding her hard. “You’re just a slut for the Gods’ servants. You need to be ready to always serve.”

“Yes, sir,” she panted, her face turning red as she gasped and moaned. She was so tight, hot and velvet. “Use me how you want. Fuck me, sir! Cum in me!”

Her sweet voice saying such filthy words made my hips hammer her harder. I pushed her black hair to the side, sucking at her white neck. I wanted to mark her. I wanted these Sapphicists to know that I had owned their precious, lesbian cunts.

My men enjoyed themselves as well. The blonde cheerleader bounced on Deputy Jarvis’s thick, Black cock while Deputy Mathews received a titty fuck from the busy redhead. Then I saw the twins sucking at Celeste Edgar’s round tits. I wish I had spotted them first. Well, there was always next time.

I’d fuck them when I’d visit their ranch. These Sapphicists were going to earn their keep in my County. A bunch of women this hot didn’t deserve to keep to themselves and deny the men of Cassia County their love. Especially not my deputies.

“Do you like my cock fucking your ass, whore?” I hissed in the slut’s ear.

“Oh, yes! It’s so good! Fuck me harder!”

I pounded her ass. It was so wonderful. Being Sheriff was so worth the headache of the election. My balls tightened, ready to unleash a thick load of cum up her ass. My thrusts grew frantic, that wonderful moment nearing.

I shuddered, grunting as my cum flooded her ass. She mewled, her ass clenching on my cock. The little slut came from getting her ass fucked. She was definitely wasted on a colony of lesbians. I ripped my dick out, leaving her asshole gaping open for a moment, my white cum leaking out.

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Deidre Cheshire

“I think you earned the entrance,” Sheriff Barends grinned. “Me and my men will be sure to visit your ranch. Make sure you and your women are well taken care of.”

His grin told me exactly how he wanted to take care of me.

“Thank you, Sheriff,” I forced myself to say, exhaustion pulling me down. Sweat beaded my forehead and my sweater stuck to my breasts, the light from my amulet dying down. The spell had been so hard to maintain for so long.

He nodded to me, flashing me a lusty smile, then he and his three deputies sauntered back to the barricade.

“What just happened, Ms. Cheshire?” Lizzy asked, frowning. “They were all humping the air.”

“He thought he was fuckin you,” I told her. “I conjured an illusion.”

“Thanks,” she smiled. “I didn’t like his hands on me.”

“You’re the Ghost’s,” I nodded. “No man should lay hands on you again.”

I glanced back at the barricade. It had taken all the energy the Cult had generated the last two days to fool all the cops. Fear trembled in my heart. What would happen when the Sheriff and his cops came poking around looking for more loving?

We will face that problem when it comes. Hopefully, the plague will keep them busy.

“Let’s get into the vehicles, ladies,” I shouted. “We’ll be at the ranch in an hour.”

To be continued…

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Monique and Lize, Mark and Mary’s stewardesses, find a naughty way to pass the time with a married, Muslim woman.

The Devil’s Pact Servants’ Chronicles
by mypenname3000
edited by Master Ken
Copyright 2014

Chapter Two: The Naughty Stewardesses

Note: Takes place between Chapters 41 and Chapter 42

Thursday, October 31st, 2013 – Monique Lavoie – Lansing, MI

“Everyone take your seats,” Joslyn announced over Air Force One’s loudspeakers.

“Pity,” I sighed, breaking my kiss with 53, one of Mark’s bodyguards. She was a petite, Asian woman with a gorgeous pair of breasts that my hands were currently fondling. We were leaning against one of the bulkheads, furiously kissing, her hands between my thighs, rapidly fingering me.

“Guess we’ll finish up on the flight home,” 53 shrugged. She pulled away from me, buttoning up her blouse, all business. Now that we’re landing, she was back on duty.

I straightened my skirt, what little of it there was. It barely covered my asscheeks and, when I walked, my pussy would flash beneath the hem. My bustier had slipped, and I adjusted it, pressing up my round tits into an impressive cleavage. I tweaked my hard nipples, left bare by the bustier, and made sure my red-and-blue striped tie fell between my lush mounds.

I walked back to the main cabin, sitting down on a jump seat near the door. Lize—one of my many lovers, and my fellow stewardess—sat down next to me, her large breasts jiggling in her bustier. She wore the exact same outfit I did; our official uniforms that I had chosen last June when Mark and Mary first made us their stewardesses. I had been married then, but I dumped my husband in a heartbeat to serve a pair of actual Gods. Lize, on the other hand, had brought her husband with her, and Franklin worked as the Gods’ webmaster now. That had surprised me; I thought Lize didn’t actually love her husband. I figured her for another gold digger like me, marrying a rich executive for the easy life. Well, her feelings for her husband had never stopped the blonde from cheating on him at the drop of a pin.

“What shall we do for fun, my sweet, little Lize?” I asked, toying with a lock of my curly-black hair.

“Shopping, of course,” Lize giggled. “Let’s spend my husband’s money on clothes to look beautiful for our lovers.”

We laughed wickedly.

The Gods appeared out of their back cabin, dressed in simple clothes. It was Thursday, and that meant they were spending the day healing sick children. Every Thursday they traveled to a random Children’s Hospital in the US, and this week Lansing, Michigan had been selected. They sat next to each other, cuddling up. Korina and Lillian, the two sluts that had attended them in their cabin, came out with broad smiles.

“Do you think they have good shopping in Lansing?” I asked, unable to keep my distaste for the provincial mid-west out of my voice.

“We’ll find out,” Lize shrugged. “Either way, we’ll find something fun and naughty to do.”

The plane began its descent. I took my little Lize’s hands, soft and delicate. She had come a long way from the shy trophy wife I met at that party two years ago. I had introduced her to a world of decadent pleasures: young, muscular men; the pleasure of a woman’s lips; multiple partners; anal sex; the thrill of public sex—she had been a virgin to it all. And serving the Gods just meant there was no limit on our decadence. We could do what we wanted, wherever we wanted, and the Gods would protect us. We served them, and had earned whatever amusements we desired.

The plane tires screeched, the thrust reversals roared, and my seat belt dug into my waist as we landed. The plane rattled, shook, groaned, and then we slowed to a crawl, the thrust reversals died down, and the plane made a gentle turn. Through the window I could see the other planes landing, part of the fleet of aircraft that followed the Gods around. They carried soldiers, vehicles, spare parts, and there was one plane that was simply their back-up ride, decked out identically to Air Force One. That was power. That’s why I ditched my billionaire husband to serve Mark and Mary.

The plane pulled up to the advance troops; a company of the Legion and a squad of the scantily-clad bodyguards had arrived yesterday, making sure everything was safe and secure for their arrival. Beyond them stood the media with their cameras. We unbuckled our belts and walked over to the airplane’s door. A staircase was maneuvered up, and then we opened the door. The bodyguards streamed out, joining their sisters, and then the Gods walked up, standing at the doorway and waving for the cameras.

“Have fun, ma chérie,” I purred to Mary, embracing her. My Goddess took the moment to fondle my breasts while Lize gave Mark a similar farewell.

Then the Gods walked down the stairs to the roaring cheer of their worshipers and the flashing cameras of the reporters. The sluts descended the stairs with Leah, the chauffeur, followed by a few of the maids who would serve the Gods during this trip, then we descended with the last of the bodyguards. The air was frigid but, lucky for us, our ties had been enchanted by Sam. The Vizier had whipped up a spell that turned them into mini-heaters, and they’d keep us warm even in a blizzard. The Gods were giving a speech while their convoy was readied. A fleet of SUV’s and Humvees pulled up, the Gods and their servants and bodyguards piled in, and they were off.

“So, what naughty fun are you two going to have?” 53 asked me, a grin on her youthful, Asian face. Her partner, 52, stood next to her, a buxom Mexican woman with honey-brown hair and a pair of aviator shades on.

“Shopping at what passes for a mall in Lansing,” I declared.

“And fucking?” 53 asked, her grin turning sly.

“Of course,” Lize nodded. “Preferably the nastiest, most depraved fucking we can have. Shame you can’t join in.”

“We’ll have the plane ride back to relieve ourselves, right, 52?”

“Absolutely,” purred the Latina bodyguard.

Lize and I piled into the back of another waiting, black SUV. 53 jumped into the driver seat, and 52 slid in the passenger seat, what the Americans called ‘shotgun’, though I never had the faintest idea why. Then again, there was a shotgun and an automatic rifle secured next to the passenger seat on the console.

52 pulled out a GPS. “Let’s see what sort of malls there are around here.” The device made an annoying beep every time she pushed the keys. “Ahh, here we go.”

“Go straight 100 feet and take a left,” a cool, feminine voice spoke from the device.

It turned out the mall wasn’t far away, merely a ten minute drive through Lansing’s streets. It was a depressing sight. A one story, sprawling mess, without the hint of high-end boutiques where we could buy some designer clothes. Oh well, there were other ways to spend time in the mall. 53 maneuvered the SUV right up to the front, lights flashing, parking in front of one of the entrances between a Target and a Sears, how positively gauche, and the two bodyguards exited the vehicle and opened the doors for us.

The shoppers gawked. It wasn’t every day you saw two barely dressed women step out of an SUV guarded by two cops that would be more at home on a porno set than walking a beat. They recognized what women dressed like slutty cops meant, and backed away, not wanting to impede the Gods’ servants. I didn’t pay them any mind, and strode into the mall, my exposed breasts jiggling.

It opened onto a garish food court. Cheap Chinese food abutted cheap Mexican food abutted cheap Italian food, with two hamburger joints and a Shawarma shop thrown in for good measure. The tables were flimsy Formica, and accompanied by uncomfortable, plastic chairs. I looked around for anyone to have some fun with. A hunky, Black man accompanied by a rather plain-looking, overweight, White woman caught my eye. He deserved better than that dumpy woman. A pair of young women giggled when they saw us, and my eyes appreciated their short skirts and chokers about their throats. Another man, his forearms as thick as my thighs, walked by, his yummy butt clad in tight jeans.

And then I saw her, wrapped head to toe in black cloth, a hijab, I think it was called, protecting her modesty by leaving only her hands and and her eyes exposed. She trailed after an Arab man dressed in a suit, his head covered by a white headwrap, the keffiyeh with intricate, red designs, the type of headdress you’d see in Saudi Arabia. He was young, early twenties, and the woman was probably his wife, and struggled to carry their purchases while her husband chatted away on his cell phone. Asshole!

I nudged Lize. “How would you like to unwrap the Muslim woman?”

Her eyes fell on the woman and sparkled with mischief. “Umm, you always get me the best presents.”

53 groaned. “He seems the possessive type.”

“That’s why we brought you along,” I giggled, hooking my arm through Lize’s and striding across the food court towards them.

The man stopped, his eyes falling upon our exposed breasts, and a smile crossed his lips. A few years ago I had been a model, and I was very acquainted with Saudi men. They were all pigs, loving us Western women and our uninhibited sexual ways. They would shower you with gifts: jewels, money, clothing, anything to get you to spread your legs and fuck them so they could boast to their friends about the slutty, Western girl they defiled.

We walked right past the Saudi man, his eyes whipping around to watch us, and we split apart to flank the Arabic woman. Her eyes—dark pools—and hands looked young, but it was hard to really tell. She looked down, and I could almost feel her flush through the black veil, and her entire body stiffened like a ramrod had just been shoved up through her body.

“Don’t be scared, ma petite chérie,” I purred, reaching out to take her hand. “We won’t hurt you.”

“We’re just going to eat you up,” Lize cooed, taking her other hand.

“Sharmuta!” roared the man. I knew that word, I had heard it often enough from Arab men. Whore.

“Umm, you have no idea,” I smiled at him, grasping the woman’s hand. “And she’ll be one, too, once we’re finished.”

His dark face flushed with anger, his nose flaring as he snorted like a bull, and he charged at me. He didn’t get far. 53 whipped out her collapsible baton and slammed it hard against the back of his knee. With a cry of pain, he fell forward. 52 grabbed one of his hands and 53 the other one as the Arab man thrashed like a fish flopping about in the bottom of a boat.

“Stop resisting, sir,” 53 calmly said, yanking his hand back.

“Let me go, bitch!” he snarled. “I’ve done nothing wrong!”

“Sir, you just tried to assault one of the Gods’ servants. So I’m placing you under arrest. Now stop resisting, or it will be much worse!”

“They touched my wife! Why don’t you protect her!”

Pulling out her handcuff, 52 ratcheted one end around his wrist. “I’m not paid to protect your wife.” 53 pushed her knee into the man’s back and he yelped in pain, and she managed to haul his other wrist over and secured his free wrist.

The woman yelled something in Arabic, too fast and fluid for me to understand anything, and struggled in my grasp. “Don’t worry,” I told her. “He won’t be hurt. So long as he doesn’t resist.”

“Secure him in the chair,” I told them. “I think he should watch his wife finally become a free woman.”

The woman flinched as I grabbed her veil and pulled it over her face. She was beautiful, long, black hair framing a round, delicate face. Her lips were lush, her cheeks full of color, and her neck graceful. Such a shame to hide her beauty. Her husband was a selfish creature, wanting to hide her away from the world.

I touched her cheek gently. “Don’t worry. I won’t harm you.”

Then I leaned in and kissed her. She tried to pull away, but I still held onto her right arm, and Lize had her left. I tilted my head, working my lips against hers, letting my tongue slide out and caress her lips. Lize’s free hand slid up her body and found her breasts beneath the shapeless hijab. I wondered if she wore a bra under there, or if she was completely naked. She stiffened a second time; Lize had found her nipple, pinching it through the fabric. I kept kissing her, prodding her lips with my tongue, hoping she’d open up and let me in.

“Stop molesting my wife!” bellowed the man.

Her body relaxed; a soft sigh escaped her lips. My opening; I shoved my tongue inside her lips. A tremble passed through her; Lize nuzzled her neck, kissing the creamy skin. I relaxed my grip on her arm, only lightly holding her, ready to grab her again if she tried to break away. She didn’t. Her lips were moving instinctively. Had her husband ever kissed her like this? She was so awkward and unsure; that made the kiss even sweeter.

I smacked my lips when I broke the kiss. Her eyes were wide, eyelids fluttering, and her chest heaved with awakened passion. “This…isn’t…” I silenced her with another kiss. Her mouth opened up right away for my tongue.

“It is right,” purred Lize into her ear, her pink tongue tracing the dusky lobe. “We’re going to show just how right it is, cutie.”

“When I get free, I’m going to beat you, Aaliyah!” snarled her husband.

The Arab woman, Aaliyah, quailed in my embrace, a piteous moan broke her lips. I turned and looked with disgust at the man sitting on the chair. He was handcuffed to it now, a pair on each wrist attached to the back frame of the chair.

“Gag him,” I commanded 53. “I’m tired of hearing his pathetic whines.”

“You have to free him,” begged Aaliyah, tears in her eyes. “You are just making him more angry and…”

I placed my finger to her lips. “He won’t beat you ever again. You know whom we serve?”

Her head nodded.

“They are true Gods, and you have my word, okay?”

She nodded, a tear running down her dusky cheek. I licked her salty cheek, then captured her sweet lips for a third kiss. It was her tongue that wiggled into my mouth this time. She was a quick learner. Her hand hesitantly touched my hip, trembling. Lize kissed across her cheek, then pressed her lips against ours, thrusting her tongue, and we devolved into a sloppy, three-way kiss.

“What are you going to…” Aaliyah murmured. “Are we…”

“I’m going to fuck you right in front of your husband,” I hissed in her ear. “I’m going to make you cum so hard, you’ll shoot right to the moon.”

She looked around. A crowd of people, mostly young men, were watching us, holding up their phones. “But, this is…there are…we’ll get…”

“We serve the Gods, we can do what we like,” I grinned. “Look at how we’re dressed.”

Her eyes darted down, widening, her flush deepening.

“I know, she has a great pair of tits,” purred Lize. She took Aaliyah’s hand and raised it up to my chest. “Why don’t you give them a squeeze.”

“This is wrong,” the Arab woman breathed as her fingers massaged my heavy tit.

“Sex is never wrong,” I answered. “Haven’t you heard the Gods’ message?”

She shook her head. “The Imans have declared fatwas on them, calling them Shaitan and forbidding all faithful Muslims from watching TV and listening to the radio to avoid their evil spells.”

“Well, Aaliyah. Sex and love are never wrong. No matter whom you want to do it with. As long as it’s consensual, it’s never wrong.”

“But you came up to me and…”

“And set about seducing you,” I laughed. Her fingers found my nipple, stroking my hard numb; tingles skittered across my skin down to my sopping pussy. “And it worked, didn’t it? You’re going to let us do whatever we want to you.”

“I…” her voice faltered, then she lowered her head. Too many years submitting to her father and then her husband to have any real fight in her. They had beaten all the dominance out of her, the poor thing.

“Let’s get this horrible tarp off you,” I purred. “I bet you have a sexy body. You shouldn’t hide it. You shouldn’t be ashamed of it. You’re a woman, be proud. Show off your assets; take power in the effect you have on men and women.”

Lize and I bent down, grasping the thick, black robe, and pulled it over her head. She lifted her arms, meek and submissive; my cunt contracted and fresh juices leaked down my thighs. She wore no bra for her large, heavy breasts topped with fat, dark-brown nipples that were hard from Lize’s deft fingers. The only thing she did wear was a pair of white granny panties, loose and unsexy.

“Ma petite chérie, these have to go.” I bent down and pulled those disgusting, unflattering panties off. They were practically shorts. She stepped out of them, and I looked up and was face-to-face with her bushy groin.

My mouth watered, and I couldn’t resist leaning in and taking a swipe through her bush, gathering a faint, tangy flavor. She shuddered and moaned, looking down in awe at me as Lize fondled those luscious mounds. I took another swipe, and gathered more of her dew on my tongue. Her pussy hairs tickled my cheeks as my tongue found the entrance to her pussy, and shoved deep inside her.

“Oh, wow!” she moaned, her hips spasming on my lips.

I found her clit, hard and pink, peaking out of her cinnamon skin, and I sucked the sensitive pearl into my lips. The effect was electrifying. Her hips bucked and she cried out in Arabic. A fresh flood of juices splattered on my chin and cheeks as her orgasm sent her pussy muscles spasming. I drank her nectar, slowing my licks. Her gasps softened, her climax dwindled.

I stood up, staring into her flushed cheeks, an awed smile on her lips. “I have never…”

“Cum?”

She nodded.

“I bet you want another one.”

“Yes!”

“I bet Lize would love to taste your sweet pussy, ma petite chérie.”

“I would,” Lize nodded, and kissed me, her tongue flicking out to taste Aaliyah’s tangy musk. “She tastes delicious.”

Lize grabbed Aaliyah’s hand, leading the naked Arab woman. She had a nice ass. I glanced at her husband, his face dark with rage, eyes bulging with murder. I smirked at him, licking my lips, savoring his wife’s delicious cream. He strained, the chair bucking. The two bodyguards placed hands on his shoulder and shoved him back down.

Aaliyah gasped behind me; her husband tried to lunge a second time. 53 shot me a glance; she wasn’t pleased. I’d have to make it up to her on the plane ride home, and I think I knew exactly how. In the meantime, I blew her a kiss.

She rolled her eyes and smiled.

I spun about, curious to find out just how Lize made Aaliyah gasp. She had the Arab women laid out on a table, her large, cinnamon tits jiggling as she gasped and moaned, and seemed to be working something in and out of her cunt. I walked around, and smiled; Lize had grabbed a cylindrical ketchup bottle, the plain type you’d find in a cafeteria. Aaliyah’s pussy was stretched wide as Lize slowly pumped it in and out; the Arab woman’s pussy lips clinging to the red shaft.

“Hmm, I bet that’s bigger than your husband’s cock.”

“Oh, a lot bigger!”

I shot a glance at her struggling husband. “She’s finally getting some satisfaction.”

“Oh, yes!” she purred. “Umm, wow! Harder! I didn’t know I could feel this amazing!

I climbed up on the table, leaning over to kiss Aaliyah on the lips. “You’re going to eat my pussy.”

Her eyes widened; her tongue licked her pink lips. “I… Yes.”

“Good, ma petite chérie.”

I straddled her face, staring her angry husband right in the eye. I smiled at him, and lowered myself ever so slowly to his wife’s eager lips. Her breath exhaled rapidly on my pussy; I could feel how nervous she was. Her husband’s eyes narrowed, full of hatred and humiliation, fanning my lust. Aaliyah’s tongue took one slow swipe across my pussy. Wonderful. She smacked her lips, purring appreciatively, then her mouth buried into my cunt.

“I think she likes pussy,” I cooed at her husband. “Your wife’s gotten a taste, and she’s going to want to indulge!”

He grunted, muffled by the gag.

Her tongue was unfocused, licking everywhere around my pussy. She brushed my clit, then shoved deep into my pussy. “She’s a natural. Your wife’s my new, lesbo slut! Once I’m done with her, she’ll be a slut for any pussy she can bury her face into. And then I’ll teach her to love cock! I bet you can’t wait to see another man penetrate your wife? She’ll gasp and moan and cum all over his cock, and love every second of it!”

Aaliyah dug her tongue deeper into me. The Arab woman was getting into it. She moaned and purred into my snatch, and her delightful tongue flicked and probed. I stared her husband right in the face, smirking as he glared daggers at me. I pinched my nipples, writhing my pussy on her mouth. My breathing quickened, and I moaned load.

“Lick me, slut!” I purred. “That’s it! Make me cum! You’re my lesbian bitch! You don’t belong to your husband anymore! You’re mine!”

My orgasm built and built. Her tongue flicked my clit. I exploded. My pussy clenched, and a jet of girl-cum splashed on her face. My stomach spasmed, bending me over, but I kept looking him in the eye.

“Oh, yes! Your wife just made me cum! And she loved it. I can hear her moaning. She’s happy. She’s my lesbo slut now.”

I climbed off Aaliyah; a big smile painted on her lips. My cunt juices drenched her face, running down to mat her black hair. I leaned over and kissed her, savoring my tart flavor. Her tongue darted into my mouth, and I made sure her husband had a good look at our tongue-fencing.

“You loved my pussy, didn’t you?”

“I did,” she gasped. “Oh, yes! Keep fucking my pussy!”

Lize grinned, working the ketchup bottle deeper into Aaliyah’s cunt.

“I want you to look at your husband and cum while Lize fucks you.”

She craned her head, smiling at her husband. “Watch me cum, Samir! I never came for you, but I came for them! I loved her pussy! I’m going to eat Lize’s next. And I’m going to fuck another man!”

“That’s my slut!” I laughed, bending down to suck her nipple.

Aaliyah gasped and moaned, working her hips into Lize’s thrust. My lover leaned over, sucking the Arab woman’s clit as she reamed her cunt. Aaliyah’s moans grew louder and louder, than her body writhed on the table as her passion swept her away.

“Good, no?” I smiled at her as she stared up at the ceiling.

“Yeah.”

We played with Aaliyah all day long. I never did find that man to fuck her, but I had the perfect someone in mind. I did enjoy her sweet mouth licking my pussy in a changing room, and in the women’s restroom she was able to sample quite a number of different pussies, munching on each with great relish.

Our time at the mall soon ended, and we drove back to the airport to greet Mark and Mary. Aaliyah joined us, dressed nearly identically to us, though her skirt was a little too long—I could only catch a hint of her asscheeks peering out as she walked. She savored dressing up like a slut, finally able to flaunt her body the way she always had desired, no longer afraid of her father and husband.

Mark walked up the stairs, his beautiful wife on his arm. He saw Aaliyah, and smiled with a boyish grin. “Our newest flight attendant,” I told him, pushing the young woman at him. “If you approve, sir.”

His blue eyes ravished her. “What do you think, Mare?”

“I think she’ll fit right in,” Mary laughed.

Mark caught Aaliyah with one arm, and his wife with another. “You’re going to have to serve us personally on the flight home.”

“I’d like that,” Aaliyah murmured in awe. “Sir.”

I smiled, glad that I had pleased my Gods, and looking forward to all the fun Lize, Aaliyah, and I would get into at our next stop. “I think we need to get her gang-banged,” I whispered to Lize.

She laughed, “I bet she’d look so exotic dripping in white cum.”

53 pulled me down in the seat beside her. “I’m off duty now. And I need to relax.”

“I’m here to serve,” I purred, sticking my hand between her legs. “It’s a stewardess’s job to see to the comforts of her passengers.” My fingers penetrated her pussy and 53 laughed.

“You’re quite dedicated to your work.”

“Of course I am. I love it!”

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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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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.

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Who’s the fairest of them all?

If you haven’t read any of the previous stories, you’re going to be lost…

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…

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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.

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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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