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This is a fantasy. I tried to throw in enough details to give it some sense of plausibility, to help with immersion, but I recognize that it probably can’t really work in reality. Probably better to just treat it like magic, or just ignore it.

I have included multiple binary and non-binary tags, although as the story mentions, Intersex would probably be more accurate. I want to apologize in advance to anyone who is transgender or transsexual, if I have misjudged the tone of the story.

I sat on the bed, and viewed the marvel before me, close enough to reach out and touch. A sweet oval face, framed by long blonde hair. Long blonde eyelashes too, around massive pale blue eyes, sparking with life and personality. A button nose. Thick, pink, kissable lips. Moving down, a slender neck, high collarbones, and oh, such breasts! Large – maybe the size of grapefruit – and perfectly shaped, hanging deliciously from a pale chest.

Further down, a smooth belly, tapered to a narrow waist, with the slightest wisps of the longest golden locks poking out to either side. Then wide, flared, feminine hips.

And just at the meeting of long, lithe, shapely legs, a proud, erect penis, mirroring mine a few feet away from it. Hanging just below the engorged member, the unmistakeable wrinkled skin of a scrotum, slightly distended by the testicles it contained.

I looked back up, from those male genitals, across the perfect feminine body, to those shining eyes. I saw the hope and fear at war there, the desperation, the entreaty. And I made my decision.

~#~

I had just come back from a holiday with family. It had been a great time, but really busy. We had been out all day seeing sights and taking in the attractions of our destination, coming home late, so I hadn’t had much time for anything else… and besides, with family around, you don’t think about the other stuff.

So I hadn’t really noticed, but I had actually been dry for a good week or so, and now that those distractions were gone, I had spent the entire journey back feeling pretty fucking horny.

With no obvious partner around, and not really having the liberty to find one, I had intended to satisfy myself over an evening in front of my computer and a couple of well-chosen porn streams. I had even gotten a bit of a head start, discreetly browsing my favoured sites on my phone as I rode the train and then the bus home. Building the anticipation and then letting it slip back can really up the final climax.

But then, just as I was settling into my desk chair, pants off and my finger hovering over the play button on the first vid, I heard a ping. It was a message from one of my friends, inviting me to the pub.

I tried to say I was busy, but my heart wasn’t in it. They were all there, and I hadn’t seen them in a while. They knew I had the rest of the week off, so I didn’t have any urgent business (so to speak). Besides, a bit more anticipation would only increase the buzz even more.

It turned out to be the kind of night where people bring their friends. There must have been a dozen of us in total. One guy had brought his girlfriend – who we had met a couple of times before, admittedly – and she had brought someone new, a friend called Hermy. Hermione, I presumed – she looked about 23 or 24, so probably the daughter of a Harry Potter early adopter.

And she was gorgeous. She looked like a fashion model, in a long dress that flowed and fluttered in folds around her body. You could tell all the attention was on her, especially the guys. Maybe it was my sex-starved condition, but I found myself focused especially on her. I tried not to stare, and hoped to god she wouldn’t notice – I couldn’t bear her finding me creepy or intense.

She didn’t say much though, and didn’t seem that interested in our usual subjects of conversation. She dropped in the occasional comment, but seemed mostly content to sit passively, like a classical painting by a Renaissance or Pre-Raphaelite master, and listen.

I was on the verge of giving up – I could barely admit to myself that I was trying, with a girl so far out of my league – but I gave it one last go. I asked what she was drinking. She said it was a gin & tonic.

I happen to know a bit about gin, so I asked what kind. Before I knew it, we were in deep conversation about the different types of gin, different mixers, and garnishes that suit them best. We went to the bar together, and came back to sit together with our G&Ts, chosen for interest and experiment as well as taste. The next pair, we shared. I tried not to think about her full pink lips on my glass, about sharing saliva by proxy.

The conversation moved on to more subjects, and we seemed amazingly in tune. Others tried to step in and contribute, but although she was polite, it seemed Hermy only had eyes for me, and they soon gave up. I tried to ignore the jealous looks I was getting as they made their excuses and went home – smugness is not my style.

The only exception was Mike, my best friend, a gold-standard wingman, and camp as Christmas. Hermy noticed my rainbow keychain and asked me about it. I said I considered myself an ‘ally’, and had been to a few Pride events over the years. That was when Mike chipped in to talk about the times we had gone to them together. Pretty soon the three of us were enthusiastically sharing stories of partying and the outrageous things we’d seen there. Gay clubs, drag and burlesque shows… We spent a while discussing RuPaul’s latest series and assessing the contestants -I had not followed it closely, but I knew enough to take part, and ask just the right questions.

Mike casually dropped in (he’s always been far smoother at that kind of thing than me) that guys had propositioned me, and he had ‘had to’ distract their attention to himself. So she knew I was open-minded but not gay. It couldn’t have been better.

As the expert wingman he is, Mike also knew how to read a room. Having established that the ice was well and truly broken, he made his excuses and stood to go, dropping me a sly wink as he left the two of us alone in our corner of the bar.

We kept drinking, and talking. We moved closer together. Her thigh almost brushed mine, and her hand touched mine when she wanted to emphasize a point. It was intoxicating. SHE was intoxicating.

I learned more about her. She knew Kate and Farron from university. She was visiting them while in town for a work event. She lived in a town fairly close, but had taken a room at a hotel because it was more convenient for the work event. She worked for a charity that advocated on LGBTQ+ issues, although her role was really just administrative.

Hold on, I thought. She goes to gay clubs, watches Drag Race, and works for an LGBTQ+ charity. Does that mean she is a lesbian? With regret, I began preparing to set aside any amorous intentions and shift gear to a more friendly Platonic interaction. After all, the last thing I wanted was to distress her by imposing on her when she wasn’t interested, and I could still enjoy her company on a purely social level.

But no, she *was* interested. It was clear in the way she smiled at me, the way she leaned towards me, the thousand little signs that, against all the odds, this beautiful girl wanted me as much as I wanted her. We had a connection. Or so it seemed to me.

Last orders came and went. Closing time came, and we went out together into the warm summer night. We turned to face each other, so close that I could feel her breath on my face.

It was now or never. Slowly, giving her plenty of time to pull away, I leaned forward and placed my lips on hers…

She did not pull away. She did the opposite. Her lips parted, locked with mine. I was kissing the most beautiful girl I had ever seen! She tasted of sweet lip gloss and the last gin we had shared, underlaid by that delicate, unmistakeable feminine musk.

I made to bring her closer, to press her body against mine, but she pulled away, and I thought for one sickening moment that I had blown it! But then she smiled a smile that shone like daylight. “My hotel room is very near here,” she said. “Do you… want to come up?”

YES! Yes yes yes! “Sure, why not,” was what came out of my mouth.

Despite my stupid coolness, her dainty fingers intertwined with mine, and she led me forward.

~#~

No sooner had her hotel room door closed than she was in my arms again, our tongues battling eagerly. It was a small room, dominated by one double bed – the kind of room you could find in a thousand chain hotels across the country – but I was not focused on the décor.

Before I knew it, our clothes were on the floor and we were down to underwear. She wore a nice off-white bra, a pleasing balance between lacy and practical. More concealing than most bras, it still could not hide how perfect her breasts were. Her panties were slightly odd though – opaque and wide, they covered her entire pelvic area, almost like bloomers, if they had been a bit baggier. Still, I wasn’t complaining: having this angel in her underwear, in my arms was a dream, and things were only progressing in one direction from here.

Then she pulled away again. She pushed me down so I was sitting on the bed. All of a sudden, there was doubt in here eyes. Trepidation. Was she not as eager as I had thought?

I had to say it. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t respect myself as a man if I didn’t. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I told her gently. “If you are having second thoughts, we can call a stop to this right now. I’ll leave. I…”

She interrupted me with a delicate, gentle finger on my lips. “It’s not that,” she said, shaking her head, her golden mane weaving back and forth behind her. “Well, not exactly. There is something I want to show you. That I have to show you. Something I don’t think you have realized until now. I think I can trust you – this is between us now.”

She turned her back. “Once I am done, if you want to go, I won’t stop you. I just…” she trailed off, then heaved a massive sigh, tinged with inexplicable sorrow. She reached behind her, and I saw those dainty fingers undoing the clasp of her bra.

Of course! I thought. She must have breast implants. I should have known those tits were too great to be true. And some people could be self-conscious about that kind of thing. It explained everything. Well, I was not picky about something like this, and the surgeon had clearly done a great job, from what I had seen so far.

But the bra fell to the floor, and she stayed there, facing away from me. Then she heaved another sigh, with a little catch in it that I could not identify, and bent down. Her thumbs went under the waistband of her big pants, and pushed down. I pushed down my own boxer shorts, and my engorged cock sprang free.

Then she turned. And I was greeted with the most exquisite, supreme display of womanhood… except for the undeniable organs of manhood between her legs, where a vagina should be.

She waited there, controlling her impatience with effort and deep breaths that lifted and lowered those perfect breasts, while my mind span like a washer-dryer.

Her – his? – cock was a little smaller than mine, both shorter and thinner, but it was still undeniably a penis. As often happens, it was a darker shade than the skin around it. I could see the purple traceries of veins running up the surface. A few traces of hair could be seen on the scrotum, but the whole pubic area around it had been shaven clean and smooth. It pointed upwards at around a 70-degree angle, signalling her arousal. His arousal.

I had been on the internet. I had seen porn, and drag shows and the like. It had always seemed to me that, when you saw a transvestite or drag artist, no matter how convincing, you could almost always refocus and ‘see’ the maleness in the shape of their face and body. I tried that for a moment with Hermy. But no matter how I looked, I could only see pure femininity. There was not a trace anywhere in her of masculine traits, except that genitalia. But then again, how would I know? Maybe there are loads of them, wandering around with their reproductive organs hidden, as we all do. Maybe the truly authentic ones online are reserved for the premium rate sites that I never bothered investigating because I didn’t think I was interested. Or maybe they all have too much sense and dignity to do porn, as one does.

All I knew for sure was what I had in front of me. And she was all woman. With a cock.

And the strange thing was that it didn’t look out of place. I cannot explain it, but with this one woman and only her, the phallus and testicles protruding between those wide womanly hips, above those long, smooth, shapely legs, it just seemed the most natural thing in the world. Natural and… beautiful.

I don’t know how long we were like that, facing each other, motionless but for our breath. Seconds, certainly. But too many seconds. The beginning of a little tremble ran across her succulent lips, and her blue eyes shone a little brighter with a build-up of moisture. The erection was beginning to fade a little, droop to more like 50 degrees. She took a deeper breath, and I thought I detected the hint of a shudder in it.

“You can g-” she began, but I was already moving. I stood, and closed the distance between us. I lifted my hand. My palm brushed her cheek, went to the nape of her neck, and pulled her towards me. I kissed her. Kissed him. It didn’t matter any more.

I pressed my mouth against Hermy’s, harder than before, forcefully conveying my approval. Two pairs of arms went around two bodies. Full, supple, rounded mammaries met a male chest. Two bellies, one smooth and toned, the other lightly haired, made contact. Two penises touched, and slid across each other, nestled side by side between the two stomachs. Two moans of satisfaction vibrated across each other through two pairs of lips, locked passionately together.

We maintained contact as we fell together onto the bed. Every moment in which I could feel the touch of that warm skin was a blessing. My hand went down, and encircled the member, which was already rapidly engorging back to its full size and turgidity. I did not know what I was doing, only that it felt right, and must be right as long as it pleased this wonderful creature. From the response of the body entangled with mine, I knew that it did please them. Warm, slender fingers wrapped around my own penis. We moved our hands in time.

Acting on a further impulse, I separated our faces slightly. I stared into stunning blue eyes. “You are perfect,” I said, and separated further, but only so that I could kiss her neck. Then her breasts, swirling my tongue around each delicious brown areola in turn. A part of my brain noted in passing that there was no trace of surgical scars – this flesh, this glorious flesh, was all natural. Then down to her stomach. My tongue probed the indent of her navel, and she gave a little giggle.

Then I moved further, and there it was, inches from my eyes, framed against the gentle pink valley of her cleavage. I thought I would hesitate, but I did not. My lips enveloped the bulbous end, my tongue swirled the skin around the glans, and I was rewarded with a high, long, feminine groan.

I was actually doing it! I was sucking a cock!

I had asked myself about my sexuality. Of course I had. If you haven’t, ever, then I have sour news for you, pal: you are repressing something. Back when I was a teenager, I had forced myself to honestly consider the question. And especially later, when I made gay friends, and went to gay clubs with them, and got propositioned by guys. A couple of times I had even reciprocated a bit, just to try it out, although I had never taken it further than a long kiss and embrace.

I had thought about male bodies, and female bodies, pressed myself against each, and I knew which of them turned me on. Sexuality isn’t a matter of choice; I am what I am, and what I am is pretty much straight.

Of course, I don’t believe people are 100% straight. Or at least, very few people. It’s a spectrum. It takes a real super-hetero not to look at the hunks of the day – for my generation, it was the likes of Brad Pitt and George Clooney – and feel a tingle that is more than just a recognition of objective beauty. But I thought of myself as maybe 90% or 95%, and confident enough about it not to feel challenged or threatened by other people expressing their own sexuality in front of me.

Well, let me tell you, as a result of that night, I have moved myself along the spectrum a few pegs. Notches. You know what I mean.

There was no doubt, I was fully sexually aroused by this situation and this woman (or whatever she was). And it was not ‘despite’ her girl-cock. It was because, just like it was because of her womanly hips, and slim waist, and round breasts, and long golden hair, and great big blue eyes, and the feminine scent that wafted about her.

She shifted back a bit, and I followed her, latching back onto that proud phallus like a baby seeking its mother’s nipple. She had her legs bent at the knees, trailing off the side of the bed, and sat up with her tits gyrating just above my head, but she turned to lie on her side, swinging her legs up to the other side. Her penis rotated in my mouth.

She kept moving back, inch by inch, and I followed her, resting my hands on the bed, then my knees. I had to stay close to this beautiful creature and her aura of raging eroticism.

Then suddenly she span, pivoting around the unmoving centre of my suckling mouth on her erect shaft. Grabbing at my legs, she pulled herself forward, and enveloped my own cock-head in her own pink, pouting, kissable lips. The sensation was amazing. Before I had even realized it, we were 69ing! Lying on our sides, each with our heads bobbing on each other’s penises.

I can’t say I have a great deal of experience in licking pussy, although I am no novice either. I have always tried to give as much pleasure as I would ask for, but I am not a mind-reader, and always feared that I was not doing it in quite the way she would have wanted.

With Hermy, it was different. She had a cock and balls, just like I did. I know what gets me off, so I just had to reproduce that on her, and surely it would have the same effect, right?

It did, judging by the sounds she was making. As I alternated between bobbing on the end of her cock and trying to open my throat to take her deep inside, she kept up a constant stream of porn-star sighs, gasps and moans. When she groaned in particular, the rumble vibrated her throat, giving my penis the most incredible sensations.

And here’s a funny thing: her dick tasted just like a pussy! Maybe all dicks do – I don’t have the experience to know. Perhaps all our secretions and pheromones are the same, whether we are male or female… or anything in between. All I know is that it was wonderful.

We lay there for some minutes, revelling in each other’s bodies – my hands around her slender waist, my head between her smooth, toned legs, suckling on her rigid, womanly-tasting penis.

Then, as I was starting to build to an incredible climax, she rolled over to rest on top of me and swung her leg over. Surprised, I heard the pop as her schlong left the pursing seal of my lips. Now she was resting beside me. She moved over to hold my face in her hands, and kissed me on the lips. Her eyes looked deep into mine, shining with pure sincerity and devotion. And then she said something that made my heart cartwheel.

“I want you inside me.”

Those five words, in her high, girlish voice. I had not known until just now, but those were the five words that I wanted to hear most in the world.

But there was a problem. “I can’t,” I said. You don’t have… the equipment, you know? I’ve just been down there, I saw!”

She smiled a lascivious smile, and hugged me. Then she whispered into my ear, “I have another hole.”

Was she saying what I thought? I leaned back, and looked into her face again. She took my hand, and put it between her legs. Singling out my middle finger, she brought it down, past her hanging girl-scrotum, to the pale brown pucker of her butthole. She nodded, giving me a stunning, cheeky smile.

The surprised delight must have shown on her face, because she giggled, then hurried excitedly out of bed to the bathroom.

This was incredible! The most beautiful woman I had ever seen – possibly the most beautiful woman ever to have existed – was going to let me have anal sex with her. She wanted me to! She had asked me to!

She came back, holding a bottle of some clear liquid. In her excitement, her step had a bounce to it that had both her breasts and cock jiggling mesmerizingly.

I looked at the bottle. “Lube?” I asked.

She nodded, that cheeky smile showing again.

“You carry a bottle of lube with you when you travel?”

She looked at me reproachfully, but with a teasing smile underlying it that made clear she was joking. “You carry a couple of condoms in your wallet all the time, right?”

I smiled wryly and nodded.

“So do I?” she whispered again. “Lube and condoms both. We live in hope. And I am so glad I do. Now lie on your back.”

I did as I was told.

First she squirted out a generous dollop of lubricant into her palm, and applied it to my cock. The initial coolness soon changed as the gel was warmed between her hand and my penis. If it had softened at all in her absence, her gentle ministrations restored it to steel-rod rigidity. Just her soft hand lightly polishing my genitals was bliss in itself, but that paled into insignificance when I knew what was to come.

Once a layer of lubricant was thoroughly spread all over my groin, she reached between her legs and applied some of the remainder on her hand to her butthole. I saw her eyes widen fractionally and the cutest little squeak emerge from her lips as she slipped the very end of a slick finger into her pucker. Then she lifted one shapely leg high, and straddled me.

A naked feminine dream was towering over me, her angelic face framed in the cleavage between her glorious breasts. “Are you ready?” she asked.

I nodded emphatically. What could I possibly say that would express how incredibly goddamn ready I was?!

The idiotic glee of my expression must have made it clear, because she chuckled happily, her breasts and cock jiggling with the convulsions of laughter. Then she began to lower herself.

She reached down behind her to take my penis in hand and guide it to the sweet entrance of her poop chute. I grasped her cock in one hand and nestled her balls in the other, fondling them gently. She moaned her approval. Should I tell her that I was partly doing it so that I could lift her genitals out of the way and watch as I entered her? Maybe she would be fine with it… but better not to risk puncturing the moment, I thought.

It took a couple of attempts to get lined up. Lube is designed to be slippery, of course, and that goes in every direction, not just the ones you intend. Besides, an anus isn’t really biologically designed for big thick things to enter it – quite the opposite, in fact.

But where there’s a will, there’s a way. On the third try, my bulbous cock-head nestled into the groove of her café-au-lait pucker. Then Hermy took a deep breath, and pushed down again. I felt the resistance hold, then give way with an almost audible pop, as the sphincter passed the girth of my bell-end and squeezed tightly below it. She continued to press her weight down, and I watched with amazement as my shaft slowly disappeared into her butthole.

I looked up. Her mouth and eyes were wider than I had seen them yet, screaming silently towards the ceiling in rapturous delight. At first, I thought she had orgasmed then and there, but no, she was just revelling in this rare and special sensation. I stared, trying to fix the sight of that glorious expression in my memory forever, just in case cold reality re-manifested and prevented me from ever repeating this wonderful act.

Then she looked down on me, placed her splayed hands – one still quite slippery with the remaining lube – on my bare chest, and began to raise and lower her pelvis in the rhythmic motions of passionate, sensual intercourse.

With her on top, she would have complete control of the pace, and I could understand that. Anal sex, when done wrong, can be very painful – she had to be sure the angle going in was right. The fact that it gave me a great show of the most intimate – literal – lap dance while her sphincter massaged my cock was just a wonderful bonus. For a hole that isn’t biologically designed to take an erect penis into it though, man, it fits so perfectly! It was so tight and snug and warm, it felt like every millimetre of my manhood was being caressed, from the bifurcated tip to the base when she bottomed out, her ballsack coming to rest momentarily on my lower belly.

And in my turn, I returned the favour as best I could, matching her rhythm as I jerked her cock. It was slightly different to masturbating myself – the angle was different, for a start, and I did not have the feeling to guide me either, but I know what makes me horny, and reproduced that for her. The way she throbbed in my fist made it clear that I was doing it right, even if her moans and sighs and occasional exclamations (“Oh yeah!” “Fuck yes!” “Yeah baby, that’s good!”) were not enough.

Every now and then I reached up with my free hand to squeeze one of those glorious breasts, or cup her neck so I could sit up and take a perfect, nub-hard nipple in my mouth, or plant a passionate kiss on those gorgeous, full lips that met mine with hungry eagerness.

Mostly though, I just lay back, my wrist working away while an angel bounced on my cock. Not a bad life, is it?

The only sad thing is that it was over too soon. I felt my orgasm building, and I warned her, “I’m cumming soon.”

“Me too,” she replied. “Jerk my cock faster!”

I picked up the pace, bringing both hands in to give her genitals as much stimulation as possible. She in turn increased the rate and volume of her dirty talk. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Jerk your girl’s big cock. My butthole feels so good, full of your hard penis. We’re gonna come together, baby!”

It was getting me closer and closer. I knew what I wanted, but I was afraid to ruin the moment, so I hesitated, and finally I could put it off no longer. “I’m going to cum inside you, baby!” I almost shouted.

“YES!” she cried back. “CUM in my arse! Fill my arse with your sexy hot spunk!”

It was all the encouragement I needed. I orgasmed like a goddamn volcano, emptying my testes deep into her rectum. I anointed that luscious anus with floods of my precious, warm white seed. As I did, waves of delight rolled over me.

And while my body was still tense, she leaned back, pushing her entire weight down on my geysering cock. “Oh my God, I can feel it!” she cried, her voice a full octave higher than before. “It’s so warm, I’m so full- I’m cumming! AAAAAHHHH!”

Nobody has a pretty orgasm face. Nobody. I guess that in terms of evolution, if your partner hasn’t been convinced of your attractiveness by that point, either it is much too late or it never mattered in the first place. Everybody looks dumb and grimacey when they orgasm.

Except her.

She looked even more heavenly than before. Her eyes were wider than ever, her face flushed prettily, her mouth gaping. Every muscle screamed her ecstasy. A literal angel, of the host of heaven itself, radiant with divinity. Glory hallelujah!

Her ecstasy was so hypnotic that I had forgotten that I was still masturbating her cock, unable to feel her orgasm building. So when she came, it went everywhere. Gobbets spurted up onto her tits and neck, down her toned belly, and also all over my chest and stomach. A drop landed on my cheek, and another on my forehead. As I let go, the phallus oozed a bit more, slowly losing its rigidity, until it came to rest, pooling ejaculate into my navel.

Hermy had been very energetic throughout, building up a sweat that I had tasted when I kissed the smooth skin of her face and her hard, luscious nipples. Even I, mostly lying there, had exercised enough to be breathing heavily. She was gasping, her breasts rising and falling hypnotically as her chest swelled. I don’t know how long we stayed like that, but it felt like a golden eternity.

Then she looked down at me, and fixed me with her dazzling smile. She planted her hands on my shoulders and lifted herself up. My steadily shrinking penis emerged inch by inch, with an almost audible ‘pop’ at the end and, like an upturned bottle when the cork is removed, a gush of white creamy liquid spurted out. She had moved forward as she lifted, so my semen gushed onto my belly, mixing together in my navel with hers in a small pool of shared ejaculate. The flow slackened quickly, until one last stubborn string of viscous ooze connected her now-closed, gooey pucker to my jizz-coated stomach.

Her beautiful eyes left mine to look down at the creamy post-orgasmic mess, and then returned to meet my gaze. Suddenly, her expression changed. The happy smile took on a twist of mischief that almost made me gasp with desire. Then she lifted her leg, leapt off me, and bent down to my belly. Her bright pink tongue emerged from her full, gorgeous lips and made a long stroke of my skin. She was licking up our cum!

She worked at it for several minutes, her head bobbing industriously. She briefly popped the head of my cock into her mouth to lick off the residue there, but she mostly left my penis alone; it rose obediently out of the way as her ministrations took effect on my body, occasionally brushing her cheek as she passed by.

She was thorough, catching every drop that had not already dribbled off me and onto the bedclothes. Twice, she turned to me, opening her mouth so that I could see all the man-mayonnaise she had collected, then slowly, deliberately swallowed. Just the fact that we had ejaculated more than two entire mouthfuls of semen was a thought that brought a real thrill.

Having harvested everything on my belly, she worked her way up my chest. Her cheeks now had a slick residue of mixed bodily juices. Then her hot mouth travelled up my neck, kissed off the drop on my cheek and the one on my forehead, and finally came to rest, an inch from my own lips, where she hesitated.

Again, I made the decision for her. I rose up and our mouths met. It did not have the urgency of previous kisses; it was more tender, even comfortable. I tasted the salty tang of sperm in her mouth. I turned her cheeks to either side to return the service, licking each one in turn and ingesting the remainder of our shared love juice. There was still some on her own body, but it would do for now.

“I’ve never done that before,” she said quietly, “licking up cum like that. Did you like it?”

“I think it was the single sexiest thing I have ever seen,” I replied. “It’s hard for me to judge though, because at least the half-dozen sexiest things I have ever seen have all happened in the last hour or so.”

She giggled prettily, then settled in to lay down beside me, her head resting on my shoulder. Our arms went around each other. Her now-limp cock draped across my thigh – I noticed that, purely by accident, our penises were now pointing directly at each other, the heads a mere inch apart.

I love a good, comfortable post-coital cuddle. In some ways, it is as nice as the actual fucking, albeit in very different ways. Having just let each other into your most intimate inner sanctums, the fading orgasmic glow becomes a feeling of profound shared peace. Try it. It’s bliss.

It does give you time to think, though. I had known I was sex-starved, having not orgasmed the entire time I had been on holiday. Was I sure that this glorious night had not just been an overdrive of lust, making me desperate for any kind of sex? Even kinds I never would have considered before? Had I done something crazy, solely due to blue balls? Lord knows, I have had a case or two over the years of letting my libido run away with me, and then regretting it as soon as the deed was done.

I looked down at the body pressed against mine, resting peacefully in companionable silence. Now I had gotten my end away, surely those raging hormones and endorphins should have settled down a bit, leaving my perceptions clearer.

And yet, the beauty was still there, undiminished. The hips, the breasts, all perfectly proportioned. The cheekbones, jawline, defined and chiselled. The long golden eyelashes, smooth blonde hair, thin delicate eyebrows. The long, toned legs wrapped around one of mine. All exactly according to my picture of feminine beauty. There was no doubt about it. It wasn’t just my cock thinking for me. She really was an absolute stunner.

So why wasn’t the one blemish, the major deviation from normal female anatomy, putting me off? We’ve all seen the somewhat dated comedies with that moment, where Ace Ventura or Frank Drebin is confronted with the sexy “woman’s” male junk and reacts with horror and revulsion. Am I some kind of deviant? A sissy boy? A pervert? Well then, call me a pervert, I thought. As long as it was between me and a consenting adult, I didn’t care what anyone thought. I just couldn’t imagine how anyone could look at what I was looking at and not love it.

We lay there a while longer, listening to the sound of our own breath, and then she gave a deep sigh that pressed her naked breasts into my side. “Okay,” she said, without lifting her head from my chest or turning to look at me. “It’s time for the questions.”

“What questions?” I asked, surprised.

“You will have questions, I know you will. I’m… different. Let’s get it all out of the way right now. You’ve already seen my greatest secret, so I am an open book to you. I just don’t want those uncertainties, those questions, to sit there between us, festering and growing because you aren’t sure you can ask them. So I am declaring a moratorium: all the questions now, stupid or otherwise, and then you’ll know who I am and what we should be together.”

I nodded. It made sense. And that part at the end about ‘being together’ made my spirit soar a bit. “Alright,” I replied, “but the same goes for you. Ask me anything. Perhaps we should take turns?”

I felt her cheek move as she smiled. “I’d like that,” she said, “but you first, while my nerve holds.”

I pulled her tighter into my embrace. “Very well then. First stupid question: are you a man or a woman?”

“I am a woman,” she replied firmly but quietly, her voice exuding cast-iron certainty. “I have a penis, but I am a woman. I have always known that, deep in my soul.”

She hesitated for a moment, before continuing. “I tried for a short while, living as a boy, when I was in school. I was fourteen years old, and my parents moved me to a new school so I could have a clean start.

“I hated it. It was awful. It wasn’t just the physical discomfort either. My breasts were growing, and I strapped them down tight, making excuses in gym class changing rooms about an ongoing back problem. I was sore and aching all the time I wore that strapping, but I could have endured it if it had made me feel like I was fitting in. It didn’t. I was never like them, no matter how I tried to be. I was so depressed. I felt like a fraud, constantly.”

Her voice lowered as she continued. “I lasted six months. My parents pulled me out of school in February when they found out I was self-harming – nothing that left any permanent scars, thank god. They home-schooled me for a few months, and I endured the disguise for a couple of weeks so I could sit end-of-year exams. Then I moved schools again and went back to being a girl for my GCSEs.”

I stroked her golden hair, trying to ease her trauma in any way I could, although I knew it was futile. “Hermy,” I said gently. “… Hermione?” I tried experimentally.

“It’s Hermia,” she replied.

“Nothing to do with JK Rowling then.”

“We don’t speak that name,” she said sternly. “Not any more. I take her behaviour these days personally.”

“Fair point,” I agreed.

Then I had a thought that stopped me mentally in my tracks. “Hermia?” I tried to keep the incredulity out of my voice. “As in Hermes? And Aphrodite?”

“Aphrodite is my middle name.” She sounded a little embarrassed.

I could have laughed, but I knew it would be a really bad idea at that moment. “That’s a little on-the-nose, isn’t it? Being named after Herm-Aphrodite?”

Hermia sighed deeply again, and shifted against me. Her forehead was now touching my jawline. “Mum and dad meant well,” she said, a little defensively. “I think they really wanted me to make peace with my body, to find a way of being happy with who I am. In fact, I know they did. They told me they didn’t want me to live in denial of anything about myself. And I suppose it worked. I know who I am, what I am, and I accept it. I just hope other people can too, even if it seems unlikely sometimes.”

“They knew right from the start?”

She nodded, her forehead brushing my cheek. “It showed up on scans. You know, ultrasound and stuff? I don’t fully understand it really – I’m not a doctor or anything. The kit is all in there, somewhere inside my body, but sorta dormant: I don’t ovulate or menstruate. There are probably a couple of scientific papers all about me in medical journals somewhere. Anyway, I don’t know what their first reaction was, but by the time I was born, it seems my parents were ready to raise their little dickgirl.”

The sardonic way she said that last word made it clear she was not happy with it, and I made a mental note never to use it with her. She had clearly been through a lot of hurt in her life, and I meant to make sure none of it ever came from me.

“At least it solves one mystery,” I said. “I wondered if you were an angel. But Hermes and Aphrodite? You aren’t an angel. You’re a goddess!”

She lifted her head and playfully whacked my forearm, but the warmth in her eyes told me I had said the right thing. Her lips on mine confirmed it.

“So how about you?” she asked. “My turn for a stupid question: are you gay?”

“I didn’t think so,” I replied. “For sure, it’s still your feminine body and look that turn me on. But I can’t deny, so does your cock and balls. Maybe I am not homosexual, heterosexual or bisexual. Maybe I am just Hermiasexual. Whatever it is you are, that’s what I want.

“If I had to pick a category though? What are those initials… LGBT?”

“LGBTQIA+,” she said. “Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transexual, Queer, Intersex, Asexual, and a few other smaller groups that have been accepted into the movement. Remember where I work?”

“Well there we go then. That’s what I am. My sexuality is on the spectrum but doesn’t fit into any of those other categories, so I guess it’s Q. I am a queer man.”

“And obviously I am intersex,” she added.

“He was a Q. She was an I. Can I make it any more obvious!” I quipped.

It was not a very funny joke, but she laughed with what seemed genuine delight, and I found myself laughing too. Perhaps it was our elation at having found each other.

Then her face turned serious again. “Are you… Am I…” she hesitated, a note of vulnerability entering her voice that made me want to fight the world in her defence. It was not her turn, but I stayed quiet to hear what she would say.

“Am I… big enough for you?” she asked finally. “I- I’ve seen things on the internet. Hentai. They call it ‘futanari’. When you are looking for any kind of representation for someone like me online, you are bound to end up finding stuff like that. And some of them are massive. Huge breasts. Huge cocks, like as thick as their waists, and two or three feet long. I thought maybe when guys are into women with penises, they like…”

“No!” I replied emphatically, partly to reassure her and partly out of honesty. “I told you: you are perfect.” I put my free hand on her flaccid cock, and used the other to turn her cheek so my lips could meet hers. “Perfect: adjective,” I said, my eyes an inch from hers. “Bearing the greatest possible similarity to Hermia Aphrodite Corfield.”

That made her smile again.

“Seriously though,” I continued, “those images don’t do it for me. I think maybe that is one reason I was so sure I wasn’t interested. What you have seems so much more natural, and appealing. I love a sexy, feminine, well-proportioned body. Like yours.

“In fact,” I continued again, “you look a lot like a model. Have you ever done modelling?”

“I did a bit, when I was younger,” she replied, “back in my very early teens. I did it for a couple of years. I had an agent who seemed like the best in the business. He knew everyone, every step was planned out. He kept me moving in a constant program of clothes catalogues, adverts, and the like. It seemed as if my life was set.

“Then one day, after a late shoot with a magazine, he drove me back to his house instead of home. It was a great big place, like a mansion, in the middle of nowhere. He got me in his bedroom, and told me to take off my clothes. Looking back, it is so obvious what was going on, but I was young and naïve, only 13 years old. He told me he had to check something, make sure I was ready, before moving on with the next stage of my career, and I just… believed him.

“But it all changed when I took off my knickers. Suddenly he changed, from looking at me with hunger in his eyes, to screaming at me. “Get out! Get the fuck out!” The rage in his voice, the horror… I thought I must be the worst creature in the entire world, to make him suddenly so scared and angry.

“I left there in such a hurry that I forgot my purse and my phone, so I had to walk. That walk was probably the worst hour and three quarters of my life.

“The next day, I tried to call him, but he had blocked my number. I couldn’t contact him in any way. Worse, nobody else in the industry was answering my calls. I kept calling round, looking for another agent, but got nowhere. It wasn’t until months later that one of them took pity on me and told me: he had blacklisted me. He hadn’t told anyone why, but the message was clear that I was bad news. They assumed it was probably drugs, but it didn’t really matter. I was out.”

“That’s horrible,” I said comfortingly. “But hey, at least you didn’t get fucked by him. He probably does it all the time: picks up a pretty girl, grooms her, and eventually has his way with her. In fact, imagine not being worried that any of them will out you as a paedo, but being shit-scared of getting outed for this.”

“That occurred to me too,” she said. “Somehow, that made it worse. Like being intimate with me had that much more stigma than even child molestation.”

“That guy was a total creep,” I insisted. “Who gives a fuck what a pervert like him thinks.”

“I know.” She smiled, but it was a fragile smile. “I realized that eventually, but it did set me back years in mental health.”

“Do you think that is why you tried to pass as a boy for a while?” I asked.

She pursed her full, rosy lips in thought. “You know, I never thought about that, but yes. That incident happened when I was 13, and it was only a few months later, at 14, that I changed schools and identities. I must have still been feeling the effects from that awful night.

“He got his eventually, at least. Some of his victims came forward during the MeToo campaign. I may not be able to work in the fashion industry any more, but neither can he. His career is over. And at least I don’t really want to, now. I had the chance to get back into it, but I decided it isn’t really for me. I like my job, and I like the people I work with.”

“Do they know about… this?”

“My boss does,” she said. “They have a pro-LGBTQ+ hiring policy, so I put it on my CV. I think the rest of them have the impression that I am non-normative in some way, but I don’t talk about it, and they are fine with that. It’s really a great team, lovely and supportive.”

“They probably think you are lesbian,” I offered.

“Yes, that or asexual.”

“I am glad you aren’t asexual!” I said, laying my hand on her cock, which twitched a little in response.

“So am I!” she replied. “It’s difficult to find partners, but I really enjoy fucking.”

The dirty talk was starting to bring my libido back into play. I partly blame that for my next incautious question. “Have you ever tried it with a woman? I mean, you have the equipment…”

“Once,” was her response. “Like I said before, I’ve been to a lot of gay clubs, where I feel free to express myself without judgement. I get a lot of attention from the girls there, though. They are nicer than some guys, so I don’t usually have to worry about turning them down, but it is tempting sometimes.

“There was this girl; short hair, slim build, walking cliché in some ways. You get that sometimes, especially with the ones who have recently come out – they feel like they need to play up to their new identity. But this woman wasn’t a newbie. She had experience, and she was pushing my buttons. I’d had a few drinks, and thought, fuck it, why not?

“We got back to hers, and when I showed her what I had down there, she didn’t hide her delight. But I was sobering up, and realizing I wasn’t sure I was feeling it.”

“But you did it,” I prompted when she hesitated.

“Yes. My body wasn’t responding at first, which is a big clue for me. But you know how it is, when someone fiddles with your knob enough, it’s going to stand up, and she was really enthusiastic. She was so nice too, she really seemed determined that I should enjoy it as well, and it was clearly an absolute dream come true for her. So I just… went along with it.”

Despite myself, the thought of Hermia fucking a girl’s willing pussy was turning me on. My dick was starting to rise. She saw it, and as her hand wrapped around my shaft, the tone of her voice changed slightly. She was making the most of it now – not lying or embellishing, but emphasizing the details in ways she knew would get me going.

“I sat down on the sofa, and she straddled me, guiding my cock right into her cunt. She moaned with pleasure as she bore down, and her nipples brushed against mine. Her breasts were small, but mine are much bigger. She rode me for ages, so that I didn’t have a choice but to keep entering her, and the friction kept me hard. I wasn’t aroused, not really, but she was in heaven, and seeing someone totally having the time of her life right in front of me like that… I think it was kinda worth it anyway.

“She came really loudly, screaming and howling, all girlish glee; lovely to hear, but a turn-off for me that meant I wasn’t anywhere near orgasming at the same time. Then she hugged me, and said she had to thank me. She moved around, and took my hard cock in her mouth, still slick from her own juices.

I was fully hard again now, and I had started jacking her, so she was too. “Did that work?” I asked, my voice gruff with need. “Did that turn you on?”

“A little bit,” she replied. “She seemed determined that I should cum as well. It was so sweet. So I imagined she was a slim guy, and that helped. She wanted me to enter her again, hoping I could finish inside her, so I pushed her onto the rug, on hands and knees, and slid my cock into her from behind.

“When I looked down at her, all I could see was her back. With a bit of effort, I could imagine she was male. I ejaculated eventually, but it was really difficult, and it wasn’t a proper orgasm. Not like I had with you. I had to screw up my eyes, and imagine a guy was there. I wish a guy had been there. I wish you had been there.”

Her lips met mine again, hungrily this time. Our fists were now pumping out a regular tempo on each other’s cocks, bringing them back towards full engorgement.

“I wish I’d been there too,” I said. “But it would definitely have made the mood different. There aren’t many situations that aren’t fundamentally changed by adding in a guy wanking in the corner.”

She laughed again, that wide-mouthed, full, open laugh. I felt the vibration of her voice where her chest met mine.

Then she looked down at our proud members, standing erect and ready. And she asked the question that needed no answer: “D’you want to go again?”

I answered anyway. “Sure, but this time, you do me.”

She gasped and sat up suddenly, her eyes wide in astonishment. “Nobody has ever let me do that!” she almost whispered.

Some people will tell you that the most beautiful sight in the whole universe is a beautiful woman. They are wrong. The most beautiful sight in the whole universe is a beautiful woman in a moment of surprised delight. My heart seemed to swell to three times its normal size, and my guts turned to syrup. At that instant, if I had thought that my blood could keep that rapturous expression on her face for a little longer, I would have started tearing at my wrists with my own teeth.

“Then it’s long past time that they did,” I insisted. “You deserve it.”

She jumped up excitedly on the bed, towering over me like an adorable colossus, her dick bouncing up and down between her legs. “Oh my god, this is going to be amazing! I love you so much!” Again, my heart did a 360 at those words. “Now get comfortable, while I… Where did I put that lube?”

She hopped off the bed, searching around for the bottle of lubricant, which seemed to have been knocked off the bedside table at some point in our sexual gyrations.

“I love you too,” I said, and she looked up to reward me with another of those laser-guided, rocket-propelled, armour-piercing radiant smiles.

The lube bottle turned out to have rolled under the bed, so I was treated to the delicious sight of her pert buttocks in the air as she reached for it. Then we arranged ourselves for what was to come. I hung off the edge of the bed, on my back, a pillow under my head and another under the small of my back, lifting my pelvis for easier access. She stood on the ground – it was quite a high bed – between my spread legs and held the bottle in front of her, her palm in front of the nozzle to receive a dollop.

“Let me do that,” I offered, taking the bottle from her. I pressed the top to pour some into my hand. More than I had intended: some sprayed over onto my belly.

She stifled a giggle. “I’d offer to take it back, but you have the lube, so go ahead.” She pushed her hips forward, bringing her hard dick into my reach.

I transferred some of the clear gel to my other palm, then wrapped both hands around my lover’s rigid member. For a moment, it felt weird – what was I doing? – and I almost receded a bit into self-consciousness, but then I looked back up to her beautiful face, enhanced by an expression of excited eagerness, and all doubt fled.

She gave a long, deep sigh as the lubricant did its job, my meat-filled fists gliding up and down, applying an even layer from summit to base. A small dollop remained at the very tip, and she dipped her thumb in it to rub around the pucker of my waiting bumhole.

She lined up her shaft. “I am going to go slow,” she said. “Having your rectum stretched out can be painful if you do it wrong. Tell me at once if it is hurting and I will slow down, change the angle, make sure this is as pleasurable for both of us as possible.” She bent down and fixed my lips in a passionate kiss, then rose again. “I think we are going to enjoy this a lot!”

Then she moved forward. Her bulbous cockhead met my sphincter, pressed, and entered. She was inside me! A long, deep moan escaped her lips.

She was only a couple of inches in when she stopped, withdrawing part of the way. Then she pressed forward again, going deeper the second time. She repeated this several times, steadily feeding me her meat as my back passage progressively opened up. Within a couple of minutes she was all the way inside me, her scrotum resting on the curve of my arse.

Then she placed both her hands on my dick, which was standing proud and erect. “I am going to start pumping now, baby. Remember, says so at once if anything feels wrong.”

“It feels amazing, honey,” I replied. “Go right ahead.”

And so she did. She was still going slow, setting up a rhythm which matched that of her hands, moving with deliberate, passionate strokes. I suddenly realized with astonishment: this was not just sordid, lustful buttfucking. She was making love to my rectum. And it was wonderful.

I had not expected this. My only intentions in the offer had been a combination of courtesy in returning the favour, and hope that it would encourage this glorious creature to see me again. I had only hoped that it would not be too uncomfortable, a small price to pay for a chance at such elevated company.

But I did not have to endure – it was joy. Her sultry hips brushing back and forth against my inner thighs. The indescribable warm feeling inside, and a stretching and expanding that made it seem like I could feel every vein and contour of her fairly small but perfect penis. Each entry accompanied by another deep sigh or moan of erotic satisfaction in her gorgeous feminine timbre. Her warm, supple hands on my cock, teasing out the maximum stimulation, playing my organ like a musical instrument to the rhythm of her thrusts. The sight of an unparalleled beauty looming above me, perfect breasts heaving, lips wide in an expression of rapture, perfect smooth skin glistening with just the slightest hint of sweat. Even that added to the experience: at that moment, hers was not a sour stink of stale sweat, but the musky, natural aroma of vigorous womanhood. Every sense – touch, sight, hearing, smell, taste – was filled with the most delightful, erotic sensations imaginable.

Maybe she really is a goddess, I thought. Maybe she lied to me, poured honey in my ear with supernatural effectiveness. Perhaps she really was the god Hermaphrodite, come down from Mount Olympus to mess around and play games with humans, the way they so often did in those old Greek legends. Maybe her divine powers had infiltrated my mind, penetrating as softly and sweetly as her penis was penetrating my anus.

Even if it was so, I still couldn’t bring myself to regret being caught in such a gorgeous trap. Whatever followed this glorious night, be it abandonment by someone who had gotten their rocks off using my body, a genuine connection with a wonderful woman, or the divine retribution of the ancient Greek supreme powers, it would all be worth it for these endless moments of perfect intimacy.

Endless it seemed, in the most wonderful way, because she was taking her time. Our first lovemaking had been frantic, eager, full of the raw animalistic energy of desire. We had both been driven by our visceral, passionate need for each other, and for orgasm.

Now though, it was not about need, it was about want. Hermia moved slowly, so that we could savour every sensation of our deep, intimate coupling. The pleasure of the experience was not just in the pushing towards ejaculation – although that was definitely a part – but also the skin on skin, the sights and smells, the joy of taking every pleasure in the body of another, and in your own body too. By not forcing the pace, we shared equally in the bliss of connection.

It might have been minutes or hours we kept at it, my arse receiving her throbbing rod again and again as her hands caressed my own manhood. Having spent our seed earlier, we did not feel the bodily pressure toward imminent release again yet. However, such stimulation of the genitals must lead somewhere. The body instinctively craves procreation, and rewards us with conscious pleasure so that it can lead there. Slowly, Hermia’s hips and hands began to increase in speed.

“Oh, baby,” she purred, “your arse feels so hot, so tight. My cock loves it so much.”

“And my arse wants your cock, babe,” I found myself replying. “It wants everything you can give it.”

A few more thrusts entered and withdrew, faster each time. It was amazing, but I was starting to feel my muscles protest a little at being stretched in such unaccustomed ways.

“I want…” she said as she pushed forward. “I want… I want…”

“What do you want, my darling,” I asked, even though I knew there could be only one answer. “Tell me what you want!” I heard the intensity of emotion in my voice.

“I want… I want!… I want!…”

“What do you want? What do you want?!” I matched her rhythm, so that we chorused the word “want” as one, a combined growl of lust.

The thrusts grew faster and faster, as our words did too. Soon, we were just repeating “Want! Want! Want!” together, as her fists pumped, her hips pistoned and my anal cavity welcomed her rapid penal invasion.

I was on the brink, and I knew she was too. I pulled her down, devouring her lips with mine as we returned to the intensity of before. “TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!” I shouted.

“I WANT TO CUM IN YOUR BUTTHOLE!” she roared back.

“DO IT!” I growled, grabbing her hips. “Fill my arse with your spunk.”

That pushed her over the edge. With a thrust more powerful than any before, she pushed her cock deep into my anus. I felt it pulsate as it pumped semen deep into my bowels. The warmth seemed to spread as my anal cavity overfilled with sperm, and it squeezed out around her penis. My bumcrack became warm and sticky with the excess.

At the same time, my own cock was spasming, spraying white goo onto her rapidly moving fingers. I felt the orgasmic bliss flow through my body, simultaneously tensing and relaxing every muscle.

She threw back her head, her back arched in the ecstasy of release, then she slumped forwards. The ends of her golden locks trailed and matted through globules of jizz that had sprayed onto my belly. She gave another few thrusts, making deliciously obscene squelching noises as her still-rigid member pushed through the flow of slippery seed. Then her hips came to rest against mine and stopped.

But her hands kept moving. Seemingly not content with the ejaculate I had released, she kept jerking my cock, milking it for every drop of precious semen. The ongoing stimulation extended my orgasm, and I found my penis still pulsing to release more. The movement of her hands also smeared it out, coating her fingers, her palms, everything from the wrists down, in a layer of my slippery cum.

Finally relaxing, she withdrew her slimy member and, losing balance, she fell back onto her bum on the (thankfully clean) hotel carpet. She giggled a bit, then we fell silent for a few moments, catching our breath.

After that pause, she moved forward again, crawling on hands and knees. “Your arse looks incredibly sexy with cum leaking out of it like that,” she said.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” I replied. “I enjoyed it too. And next time, it will be in a position where you aren’t doing all the work. That’s only fair, after me just lying here twice while you make all the effort.”

“You’ll want to do it again?”

“Any time.” I tried to sit up to look at her, but winced as my body protested. “Except perhaps right now.”

“Oh no, I hurt you?!” she cried in dismay, jumping up to take me in her arms.

“It’s nothing, I’m just not used to some of these muscles getting this kind of workout,” I reassured her. “I fully intend to get lots of muscle training in with you.” I put my own arms around her, and we kissed.

“You’ll probably want to take a shower,” Hermia suggested after a long, comfortable phase of enjoying each others’ soft lips. “I can wait for mine until you are done, if you want.”

I counter-offered, “Or we could shower together…”

~#~

That was three years ago. We are getting married next year. It would have been sooner, but we had to get some details cleared up around her legal gender, which turned out to be a mess in the documents. We are talking about adopting, although I suppose we could go the surrogate route. One from each of us, by the same surrogate mother, seems like too nice a balance not to explore.

If someone had told me that I would spend the rest of my life regularly sucking cock or getting fucked, before taking a load of semen in my mouth or ass, I probably would have punched them, or at least asked why they were so determined to insult me. But when it is with an absolute goddess like Hermia, let me tell you, that really stops being a problem fast.

My friends don’t understand how I managed to bag such a gorgeous girl. I haven’t told them – it really isn’t any of their business. I just tell them to keep an open mind, and leave it at that. I think they have probably concluded that it’s the fact that I absolutely and openly worship her that’s allowed me to punch far above my weight, which is true enough. Not literal goddess worship, I hasten to add. I may have speculated briefly about her divinity a couple of times, but there isn’t an altar in our house, and there isn’t going to be… unless maybe she decides that would be sexy, for a bit of a bedroom game.

So is that the message here? That love comes in many different forms, and you’ll miss out if you close yourself off to any of them? Or is it that bigotry is not an attractive trait, and you will lose more from it than just the partners you are rejecting? Maybe it’s that life is strange, and will take you in unexpected directions. Or maybe it’s just that dickgirls (sorry Hermia) are fucking hot!

All I know is that, if things ever go wrong between Hermia and I – I mean, surely she’s got to realize at some point that there are far more attractive guys than me out there who also aren’t bothered by unexpected items in the package area… Well anyway, if that were to happen, I would be looking for love on a much wider spectrum than before. I think my next partner would probably be a ‘normal’ woman, but if not, that will never be any kind of deal-breaker for me again.

~#~

Well there we go, there’s my story. I hope you ‘enjoy’ reading ti as much as I ‘enjoyed’ writing it.

I might come back and revisit this subject area some time in the future, except have Hermaphrodite as a genuine ancient Greek deity, coming down from Mount Olympus to mess with the lives and libidos of 21st century humans. I fancy the narrative contour map could be fairly similar, but very different in tone. We’ll see.

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Mia’s mistress

Sometimes a customer would request a whore of his or her choosing beforehand and would provide instructions of how they wanted her to be prepared for their use. Most of the time it meant dressing them in a costume that turned the customer on. Other times it involved giving the girl a haircut and different hair colour, training them to fulfil certain fantasies or even starving them a couple of days.

For Mia, the customer requested that she’d be completely naked and trained to lick her soon to be mistress’ cunt and asshole. Insuring this was easy enough. Whenever a slut finished being fucked by their abuser, we would drag Mia along and make her clean out their fucked holes with her tongue. At first the young southern blonde found doing so deeply humiliating and would often treat us to tears of degradation but eventually she became rather good at licking out cunts. She even pleasured several to unauthorised orgasms which came with harsh whippings afterwards.

After we were happy with her ability to please a woman, we continued carrying out the request. Mia was taken to a special room where she would spend the remainder of the week before her mistress came to enjoy her. It was well equipped with torture devices and toys and in the middle, Mia was positioned with a wooden stock encasing her neck and arms. Chains hanging from the ceiling were connected to each conner of the of the device preventing her from escaping the wooden horse that was between her legs. We had described Mia as a horse loving, cock addicted country slut. Her customer wanted to introduce her to a type of horse that she definitely wouldn’t like.

The wooden horse is an extremely simple torture device. A wedged edge is lifted up on legs or a box like design. The girl is then positioned on top with the wedge between her legs slowly inching deeper and deeper into her vagina due to her own weight. Her cunt lips part around either side and her clit eventually makes contact with the rough wood. From there on any movement, no matter how small causes intense pain as her pussy grinds against the wood. After a couple of minutes it would become extremely uncomfortable, after a hour it would really hurt, after a day it was agonising but being forced to ride it for a week, Mia must have been feeling hell between her legs.

We left her alone to concentrate on her suffering only interacting with her once a day to feed her, let her drink and to hose her down. Each time she would beg to be let off the horse and each time she would be laughed at.

I switched on the cameras in her room so I could watch as her mistress entered the room. She was a couple inches taller than Mia and was significantly heavier. A fancy marquee mask was the only piece of clothing she wore. She went to Mia who’s head was hung low from exhaustion and yanked on her platinum blonde hair to force the cunt to look into her eyes.

“Please let me off this thing. It hurts so much.”

Mia’s plea for mercy turned her on and she explored the slut’s mouth with her’s before biting on Mia’s tongue her teeth and stretching it out of her mouth until a scream was produced.

“Tell me cowgirl,do you want your mistress to take you off that nasty pony?”

“Yes please. Please take me off it.”

Surely deep down Mia must have known that she was just toying with her. She couldn’t possibly be that stupid.

“I promise to let you off if you win a game and I have faith in you that you will. After all we’re not going to stop until you do.”

The mistress gathered a collection of whips and canes from the wall where thy hung and carefully placed them on a table besides Mia. A flogger with thick tails, a bullwhip, a cane, a riding crop and a length of plastic coated wiring.

“No no please don’t. I’ll do whatever you want. You don’t need to hurt me more.”

Each toy was then used once on Mia’s tits and she was told to remember what each sting and stroke felt like.

“Would you like to feel them again before we begin?”

“No please don’t. Please just stop.”

A blindfold was covered over her eyes and a wicked smile crossed the lips of her mistress. This was always a fun game to play.

“I’m going to whip you five times with one of these toys. After I’m done, you’re going to guess which one I used on you and if you guess right, I’ll move on to the next but if you guess wrong, I’ll have to repeat it and I’ll add…um…I don’t know, how about an extra five each time. Does that sound fair?”

“What? No please there’s no way I can tell the difference between them.”

“Of course you can. You know cunt, your problem is that you don’t believe in yourself enough. Tell you what, I’ll whip you extra hard to make it easier for you to tell what I’m using.”

Such a kind woman. She first went for the bullwhip and aimed at Mia’s already marked tits. A real pain connoisseur, she whipped hard but accurately and controlled before stepping back to enjoy her work and savoured Mia’s screams. The five lashes were expertly carried out with finesse.

“Tell me Mia, what did I use to hurt you?”

“I don’t know. I can’t remember what they were.”

“Such a shame. I’ll add another ten to refresh your memory.”

The next set was just as hard and every bit as brutal. Mia kept struggling to escape the whip’s sinister kiss resulting in her grinding her pussy on the horse and hurting herself even more.

“Do you have a guess now?”

“A whip.”

“Ooh sorry but you need to be more precise. 15 this time.”

“No please don’t, it’s a bullwhip. It’s a bullwhip.”

“You really are a cowgirl aren’t you. Too bad I only accept first answers so make sure you remember that the next time I ask.”

The lashes came down mercilessly and was spread out over Mia’s nude and defenceless body. Mia’s ability to tolerate pain had been drained days ago and each strike of the whip burnt into her flesh like a wildfire.

“Well?”

The masked woman asked with cruel intentions. Her plaything’s response was soft and barely audible.

“The bullwhip.”

This repeated itself for each toy which was applied painfully to Mia at the most sensitive areas of her body. Being a woman, her torturer knew exactly where to aim to cause the maximum amount of pain. The flogger went up to 20, the riding crop got 25, the cane just 5 and the wiring managed 30.

When the game finally ended. She lowered the beaten slut down off the horse and admired the reddened skin of Mia’s cunt which had been tormented by the wooden device for so long. She touched it gently and closed her eyes to appreciate Mia’s screams as the slightest touch brought agony. She positioned Mia onto the ground on her back before placing her cunt over the girl’s face. Already dripping wet as a result of punishing her cunt eater, it didn’t take long for Mia’s tongue to lick her to orgasm. Desperate to breathe as the mistress’ fat cunt smothered her mouth and nose, Mia continued to lick. Her panicked laps caused the woman to cum again and again before she could take no more pleasure. Satisfied with her session, she lifted Mia up and once again sat her on top of the horse before gathering her composure and leaving the southern belle to suffer once again. I could see no major injuries inflicted to her so I thought we might as well leave her there for a while. After all, she loved horses.

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Sex with and old black granddad

My diary Entry: Friday, 29 April 2005.
Wicked Club, 22:30, 2 x 40 minute shows. Cancelled phoned Barbara (my agent) 10 March.
Jerrys birthday, 25 today, party at his house, 20:00.
Get a present.

I’ve known Jerry since we were at play school together 22 years ago. His parents came to the U. K. from Nigeria as children in the 50s, I remember being fascinated by the colour of his skin and asking my mother why his skin was a different colour. I guess her answer made a lasting impression on me because I have never known racial prejudice and have had a thing for black guys since I started to realise what boys are really for.

We lived within a couple of hundred yards of each other and grew up together. We went to University together and shared a flat during our first year, sometimes sharing a bed when we had people staying over. In all that time and with all that opportunity Jerry never once tried it on with me, he was the first openly gay man I had ever met. Pity really because he has quite the perfect body and was very lucky in the endowment department.

He “came out” age 15 in front of the whole class during a biology / sex education discussion, but I knew a long time before that. It was the first “grown up” secret he told me when we are about 13. When he stood up and announced his orientation to the world the reaction of the class was predictable, the teacher was openly shocked. Most of the guys were hostile and treated him like he had the plague. The girls were cautious but fascinated. I was the one who stood by him. I protected him when the guys teased. We are the very best of friends and I would do anything for him, I would trust my life to Jerry.

That’s the history lesson over, now on to the party. I was fashionably late and alone, Paul, my boyfriend was on call at the hospital so was unable to party 70 miles from his place of work. I needed some help in getting Jerrys present from the car. What do you buy for a special friend who probably has almost everything he wants? I eventually decided on a three foot tall, Italian marble statue of a naked Adonis. I may be quite strong but at times like this I can play the helpless female and enlisted the help of a couple of late comers.

I eventually made my entrance with the work of art (and 2 struggling guys) in tow, There was already quite a crowd, mostly gay men, some lesbian couples and a few straight couples. I was dressed in a red silk blouse, a short, tight (ass and hip hugging) black jersey skirt, red four-inch stilettos and nothing else. I attracted a few speculative glances from the straight men and some of the gay women. One of the guests made a beeline for me. She had the type of body that I dreamed I could have, tall, slim with very long slender legs. We chatted for a while making the small talk that strangers at a party make then she went off in search of her friend.

I was chatting with Jerry when Dave, Jerrys partner made an announcement, “Boys and girls, boys and boys, girls and girls, welcome to Jerrys quarter century merriment… he doesn’t look a day over 50, I guess that must be my influence. [Pause for muted laughter]. There are two points I need to mention. At midnight in respect to the neighbours sleeping habits we’ll be moving to the ***** club. I’ve booked a room and late bar and laid on transport so don’t worry about getting drunk. Finally the front room is out of bounds, Jerrys grandfather is visiting from Nigeria and he’s retreated there for the duration. Thanks again for coming, please enjoy yourselves, there’s good music, good food and plenty of drink so let the celebrations begin. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JERRY”. He jumped down from the chair he was standing on, grabbed Jerry and gave him the most loving and passionate kiss, “Happy birthday” he whispered.

Dancing is my life, my passion, my work, It’s what I do to earn a crust so when the music started I was the first one up. I danced alone, I danced with Jerry and with Dave and a few of the guests before Emma, the girl I chatted with earlier approached me. We danced a couple of tracks before a tango was played. Emma took my hand, wrapped an arm around my waist and took the lead. My normal style is forward, in your face, come and get me suggestive and to be guided by a very attractive girl in what is undoubtedly an erotic dance gave me interesting sensations. Other people stopped dancing to watch and applauded when the track finished, I am used to this happening but Emma seemed to be overwhelmed by the attention.

“Come” she whispered to me and we walked into the garden and down to the orchard, where, under the clouds of cherry and apple blossom she took me round the waist and began kissing me deeply. I am not spontaneously bi and to my shame I unconsciously resisted a little. I have been with a couple of women before and the softness of another womans skin against mine is all very nice but I really much prefer men.

Emma was licking my tongue and nibbling my lips, she slipped her hand under my blouse and took a nipple between her fingers and began to rub, squeeze and pinch. The nipple responded by hardening, as the waves of pleasure radiated from my left breast I began to relax and found my hand sliding down her waist, across her thigh and under her dress. I eased aside her panties and gently stroked her labia until they parted and my finger found her clitoris, I stimulated her the way I like to be stimulated, she gasped. She responded by letting my nipple go and moving her hand down to my sex. Her other hand was at my neck holding the kiss while mine caressed her firm ass and pulled her body close to mine. I don’t (usually) wear panties and the dance had made me quite wet so her fingers quickly found me and she slipped a finger in. She worked the finger up and down for a moment before she slipped a second, then a third finger in to me. Her little finger was just touching and probing my anus and her thumb rubbed my clitoris. It was all I could do to remember to return the compliment but I must have been doing something right because she suddenly stiffened, shuddered and came. Her legs gave way and we both ended up on the grass in a heap of arms, legs and giggles. The fall did not stop her; she had dragged me with her by my cunt, she was still inside me causing devastation. I began to concentrate on her mouth and breasts, her caresses were urgent. I kissed her deeply and I came to the sound of applause and pulse of camera flashes.

We both looked up, the commotion of the fall had attracted about a dozen boisterous onlookers who were cheering and clapping at our antics. I stood, took her hand and helped her up. Blondes will glows like a red traffic light when they are embarrassed and Emma was definitely embarrassed by the presence of the audience. I kept hold of her hand and lay my free arm across her shoulders then bowed to the crowd, pulling her down with me. As we rose I said “Thank you, thank you very much, we are glad you enjoyed the show. Your donations are gratefully received and sent on to Breast Cancer Awareness. Come on ladies and gentle men, it’s a great cause so dig deep.” Our audience opened handbags and wallets, Emma and I collected £136.20. Her embarrassment vanished during the collection and she even managed to laugh out loud when I said, “OK, who’s the tight ass bastard who gave 20 pence.”

Later, just before the move to the club Jerry asked me if he could have a word in private. We eventually found a quiet and secluded spot in the orchard.

“Sammy, erm…Sam, oh damn, how do I approach this” he said. I was astounded, this is the guy who, 10 years ago confidently announced that he was homosexual to a room full of our teenage peers. This was the guy who I had known for over 22 years, the guy who I told all my innermost secrets, the guy who told me all of his desires.

“My grandfather…”

“Yes” I replied.

“Erm… well, I guess this will be the last time I ever see him. He’s pretty old and he flies home on Sunday”

“Yes?”

“We were talking last night, he’s very lonely and still misses my grandmother terribly even after all this time, I was a baby then she passed away, I want to give him something he will treasure, something that he will always remember. I was wondering if you… err.”

“Oh come on Jerry, yes, you know that whatever you want, for you, yes.”

“You know he’s not had sex since my grandma passed on. He can still do it even at his age. He still masturbates almost every day. Would you… erm… please… err… will you…err…Oh Sammy, you are the only one I can ask… erm.”

“Jerry, you want me to fuck him?”

“No” he spluttered, “No, well… erm… yes, but he’s getting on a bit, I wouldn’t like to see him having a heart attack or something. You are beautiful woman and I have heard what you are like, you’d fuck him to death, would you just let him fuck you? You know, just be passive while he does the evil act”

“Evil act! Is that how you see it? I’ve already said yes, now stop being such a fool, and I’m going to have words with Paul. But you know my allergy to latex, can you 100 percent guarantee to me that he doesn’t have anything nasty.”

“Well of course Sammy, he’s not had a partner in over 20 years, and where he lives any disease is likely to kill long before now. Sammy, you know I would not ask if there was any risk to you.”

“OK then, I’m game, when?”

“Would you stay behind when we go to the club?”

“Sure.”

“And don’t be mad with Paul, he only said how wonderful you were, that you were the best he ever had, you know he’s madly in love with you.”

“Jerry, you are such a creep.”

The party started to shift, Emma cornered me and said, “Are you coming – again, giggle”

“No, I have a long way to go, I want a quick word with Jerry then I’ll be heading home.”

“Shame” She replied, “I would like to see you again if that’s OK with you?”

“Emma, I’m straight, well mostly straight, I have a boyfriend and everything.”

It’s funny how I have started thinking of Paul as my boyfriend in the last few weeks. . Before that he was a friend who was safe and convenient to sleep with a couple of times a month.

“I’m easy.” she replied, “boy or girl, I love them all, maybe we can meet up and make a threesome.”

So we exchanged numbers and emails, and parted with a very hot and deep kiss.

Before long there was only Jerry and me, we had a quick tidy up. That done he said “Sammy, are you sure you want to do this, you have never seen my granddad and he is an old man, he’s fit but age has taken it’s toll and he really is not very handsome.”

“Jerry are you trying to talk me out of this now, just when I’m getting excited about it. I said I would, I’m not likely to back out now, beside I’ve never had a granddad before.”

“OK, if you’re sure, can I arrange you?”

“If you like. By the way, what’s your granddads name?”

“Joshua.”

“And how old is he.”

“72, but he keeps fit, he walks 10 miles a day, probably more in Nigeria”

He asked me to sit on the edge of sofa, he lay me back, undid the top 4 buttons of my blouse and arranged the V to show my nipples. He spread my legs and positioned my feet (in high heeled shoes) to give the maximum effect of tension of calf and thigh muscles.

As he straightened my skirt I said “Jerry, you are such a fuss pot.” He pulled my skirt so that the top third of my thighs were covered.

He reached into his pocket and took out a black blindfold, “Would you mind?”

“Mind? Oh no problem.” I said. He placed the blindfold over my eyes, gently lifted my head and tied it off.

Then he gave me a very loving and passionate kiss and whispered “If only things were different, I love you Sammy, hey but don’t tell anyone.”

With that he left the room, knocked on the front room door and I heard him say “Granddad, I’m leaving now, there’s a very special present in the lounge for you, I think you should have a look now, see you in the morning, byeee.”

The entrance door slammed shut as the door to the front room opened. My heart was thumping, could this really be happening. Am I dreaming or am I really lying here with my legs wide open and inviting a 72 year old man who I cannot even see to fuck me.

I felt his presence in the room, I heard a harsh breathing then the sound of a belt being unfastened and trousers slipping to the ground. A slight stumble and a grunt as he kicked his trousers off. Another grunt and the clicking of joints and then his hands were on my knees and I could feel his breath on my thighs as he looked up my skirt.

His rough hands slid up my thighs, from knee to skirt then back to my knees, he stroked my calves, ankles and the top of my feet. He slid his hands up my calves to the back of my knees and then along the underside of my thighs to the skirt hem. He paused and moved to the inner thighs then continued to my waxed pussy. The smoothness and baldness there must have fascinated him because he spent a long time just stroking the smooth skin with both hands. He slid his hands under my ass, hooked his fingers into the waistband of my skirt and pulled it down, he eased it over my thighs and down to my ankles. He lifted each foot and pulled the skirt out and carefully replaced my feet on the floor.

Now I was hot, I wanted a dick inside me, any dick, especially this old black mans, I wanted him right now. I think my breathing was more laboured than this old man who was driving me insane with his fingers. One hand moved down to my labia and gently parted them. As he caressed my wet slit the other hand, palm flat on my pubis, thumb slowly circling my clitoris and then rubbing it. He began to insert the tips of his fingers into my vagina, very slowly, very gently spreading it. He replaced the thumb with the knuckles of his hand slowly rocking back and forth over my clitoris. His fingers in my vagina were flexing and contracting, spreading and closing, opening me wider as he worked. He progressively increased the speed and pressure of those devastating knuckles until the hard joints were rocking up and down against my vibrating clit three or four times a second. My clit was burning, I started to cum and tried to hold back but he sensed my tension and doubled the pressure and speed of those devastating knuckles. As I exploded he rammed the other hand hard into my vagina, it stopped at the top set of knuckles but he kept on pushing and flexing his fingers. The other hand was still knuckling my clitoris into spasms of ecstasy and I exploded into orgasm again, at the same moment he gave a final push and I gasped as his whole hand plopped into my vagina, my labia closing around his wrist.

I felt him clench his fist inside me, he rotated left and right a few times the began to fuck me with his fist, pushing in until the knuckles bottomed on my cervix then pulling out until he was stopped at the wrist. All the time his other hand was knuckling my clitoris. I began to orgasm again, The thickness, the pressure of his fist brought beads of sweat out on my head, arms, my belly and thighs, my orgasm continued in wave after exquisite wave of delight. By the time I was subsiding I was drenched in sweat, my thigh, butt and stomach muscles burned with tension, my clitoris was screaming and my vagina felt battered and thoroughly used. He pulled the hand back hard and with a loud plop he was out of me, the sudden change in sensation from full to empty caused me to explode again.

He stopped his ministrations on my clitoris and shuffled back from me. He took hold of my calves and pushed my legs together, I felt his dick push between the hollow just below my knees. He held my knees tightly together and fucked my legs. Given his age I thought he was hard enough but he became harder still as he forced his rigid dick between my legs. I wished that I could see him, he felt big and very thick and I wanted to see just how well endowed this old man was. I moved a hand up to remove the blindfold but quick as a flash one of his hands was on my wrist and pushed it back down to my side, he gripped one hip and lifted me, pulling one ass cheek up then slapped my ass hard.

Eventually he must have been satisfied with his erection because he opened my legs, slid towards me and started stroking the tip of his hard dick up and down my gaping wet slit. I was aching for dick and as I opened for him he rammed every inch hard into me, I stifled a squeal of pleasure as he bottomed out. He pushed his pelvis hard against me and held it there, his 72 year old hard cock buried to the balls in my 25 year old vagina. I could feel the pulse of blood through the veins of his dick. He wiggled his hard pubic bone to crush against my clitoris. He forced his thumb between our locked pelvic bones and began to massage my clitoris vigorously; his dick still pushed hard into me jerking spasmodically. Very soon I was cuming again, oh wow, this guy was an artist.

Just as I peaked he pulled out so that just the tip of his cock was in me. Still rubbing my clit into submission he started to pull all the way out, then back in for an inch or so, so that just the glans of his hard dick entered me, out and in, out and in.

I wanted him deep inside again, I moved my hands towards his waist so I could pull him into me but he stopped me. He placed one of my hands on my mons pubis and the other flat on top of the first then he passed his belt under my waist and buckled it over my lower arms. Again he raised my but cheek and slapped hard, this time twice and I yelped with each stinging whack. He took hold of my index finger, pulled it to my clit and began massaging my clitoris with it. At the same time, pushing just a fraction of his magnificent manhood in to me and then out of me.

From the moment he walked into the room to now no one had spoken a word, I broke the silence, “Fuck me, fuck me hard, please Joshua ram that dick right into me”. He stopped and withdrew completely and began to slide his cock up and down my slit from clitoris to anus, up and down. Oh why does he torment me so, I wish he would fuck me with that thick black dick. Then he took hold of the belt binding my arms and pulled.

I stood up and he guided me across the room, I bumped into something at hip height and he pushed me face down onto the dining table. I shuffled into the most comfortable position considering I was lying on hard wood with my arms wedged and digging into my body. He nudged my feet together then stood behind me and spread my ass cheeks. He pushed the tip of his cock into me then thrust until his thighs slapped against mine. He withdrew all the way then rammed the whole length into me hard, back out all the way and ram – in again two or three times. The next time as I was expecting the pleasure of that large dick powering into me he rammed it hard and full length into my anus. This time I could not stifle the scream of pain, he pushed down on my back to hold me in place on the tabletop and ass fucked me deep, hard and fast. Damn it I thought its only just back to normal after Valentines Day.
See http://stories. xnxx. com/sex_stories_march_2005/valentines_day. php for that escapade.

Just as the pain was easing and I was beginning to enjoy the sensation he came, his dick pushed full length into my ass, his balls squashed against my cunt. He throbbed as he emptied a load into my ass and then started to ride slowly in and out for a few seconds before pulling out completely.

I made to stand but he pushed me back down, held me in place while he gently ran a finger round and round my abused and stretched anus. Eventually he allowed me to rise, only to push me to a kneeling position on the floor. He took hold of a handful of my beautiful long blond hair and wiped his dick with it. With a handful of hair he slowly masturbated himself and then he pushed his dick at my mouth. I opened for him and began to suck. The smell of sex and shit was strong in my nose, there were small lumps of shit lodged behind the head. If he was going to fuck me gain I needed to get him clean so I licked and swallowed the brown stuff. I pulled my head back then began to lick the length of his dick clean. He was beginning to droop by the time I was happy that he was clean enough to fuck me again so I again took the glans between my lips and sucked.

He stopped drooping but I could not get him to rise again until I took the full length into my mouth and swallowed. I began to fuck his flaccid dick with my throat, swallowing, breathing in to suck his length deeper into my throat then pulling him out so I could take a breath of air and sure enough he started to harden again. When he swelled too much for my throat I began to fuck him with my mouth and swirl my tongue around his glans until he was fully erect again.

I shuffled on my knees across the floor until I found the sofa, climbed onto it and into my original position. I felt him kneel between my legs. With no preamble he thrust his hard cock back into me. Once again, all the way in until our pelvic bones crushed together. Once again he pushed his thumb between us and rubbed on my clitoris and then he began to fuck me, the sort of fucking that I love, full length, deep hard and fast. Where he got his reserves of energy from I’ll never know but the old guy was an athlete. His thumb was causing devastation to my clitoris, his dick was pounding my vagina, I was in paradise and I came and I came.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take much more, exhausted, sated, and very pleased with myself he rammed me hard, held his swollen dick deep inside end ejaculated. I felt copious hot semen flooding me, burst after burst of burning hot fluid jetting into me. He kept his pelvis pushed hard against mine; his dick in me until it became fully flaccid.

When he pulled out I was exhausted and hoping he was done but no, he again grabbed the belt and pulled. He guided me into the garden and lay me on the dew damp grass. I opened my legs for him and he knelt between them and spread my pussy lips with his thumbs and then he was pissing on me. The flood of hot urine shocked, it rose from the first splash my belly up my chest, into my face and sloshed over my hair, then back down again. He was pissing on my belly and I was lying there and letting him, I thought to myself, how low can I go. He aimed lower and pissed on my pubis and then directly at my clitoris. Urine pounded at my clitoris and ran down my sex. I could not believe it, he was pissing on me. I was disgusted, I was angry, I felt degraded, perverted and dirty, I was enjoying it and I was still cuming, his pissing on me making me cum more.

I was exhausted when he undid the belt that bound my arms. I could sense him up near my head, his legs astride me. I heard a whoosh and ARGHHHH, I screamed with pain as the urine sodden leather belt slammed into my gaping sex, my clit burst into a phenomenon of extreme agony, untold discomfort, ravaging bliss and an overwhelming desire for more of that exquisite torture. I exploded into a rapturous orgasm and whoosh, slap he hit me again, exquisite agony resounded through my sex, it boosted my orgasm to a new height, I tensed every muscle, my back arched, my body held aloft by head and feet. I shuddered in the face of overwhelming sensation. Whoosh slap, a third time, I rose thought bliss and out the other side, I pissed myself and passed out.

I could here his footsteps on the pathway, then disappearing on the state kitchen floor. I lay on the grass for a long time, dripping old mans semen form my cunt and ass, my cunt throbbing with the abuse it has endured. The damp grass and cooling urine chilling me, I revelled in the afterglow of a really good fuck and the shock of that overwhelming pain and ecstasy that still throbbed through me. Thinking of that rapturous pain caused another wave of ecstasy. Oh shit will it ever subside? Will I always cum whenever I think of sex? – ohhhh sheeet – again.

Ages later when thinking orgasm did not actually cause orgasm and I felt able to move I was able to walk back to the house. My silk blouse was ruined, the front soaked with urine, oh fuck it I thought. I hunted around and found paper and pen and left a note for Jerry thanking him for the excellent party and a really good night and that I would be in touch soon to find out what his granddad thought of his present. Joshuas trousers were lying in a heap on the floor but there was no sign of my skirt, I picked up the trousers, ineffectually dabbed at my blouse with them, folded and left them on the arm of the sofa. I searched for my skirt, could not find it and thought that perhaps Joshua took it as a memento. I called out goodnight as I passed the front room door, no answer so I listened at the door and could hear a deep rhythmic snoring. I smiled to myself, and left Jerrys house naked from the waist down and damp with urine.

The journey home was frightening, 70 miles, most of it motorway with bright sodium lighting. It was also a fairly light night with a half moon and very mild. Just about every truck I passed flashed lights or honked horn, the view the drivers had through the glass roof of my car probably made their night. Quite a few accelerated to try to catch me but driving at 3am with nothing to cover my modesty, I don’t hang around.

It was not until I left the motorway and was winding through the lanes that I realised that Joshua had not spoken one word throughout, he had not made a sound apart from the occasional creak of old joints, the odd grunt and rasping of his breath. I also realised that he had not touched me above the waist except to restrain my hands, not kissed me and not fondled my breasts. I think he just used my cunt and legs as surrogate hands, as a wanking machine. The nice thing is that I found considerable perverted pleasure in being the wanking machine for that old man.

As I turned into my driveway my heart soared, Pauls car was parked. He was half asleep on the sofa when I walked in. He blinked when I turned the light on.

“Hi Sam, how was the party, surely you didn’t go dressed like that? Looks like you had a good time, been swimming? That’s jiz your legs so you definitely had a great time”

“You won’t believe it” I said

“Surely not Jerry? Never mind, tell me later, we have things to do.”

This is what I really like about Paul, there is not a jealous bone in his body, he so understands my desires and he actively encourages me to fuck other men and just loves it when he can take sloppy seconds. I straddled his legs, my knees on either side of him. He leaned towards me to kiss but instead said, “You smell like a public toilet”. He put a hand between my legs. I was sticky dry but when he slipped a finger into me it squelched and hot wet semen seeped out.

“Mmmm” he mumbled, undid his trousers with his other hand and I dropped onto him, I rode and kissed him for only a few seconds before he said “You really do stink of piss and shit, it’s overpowering”, lifted me off and sat me on the sofa. He knelt in front of me and boosted me into exactly the same position I was in for Joshua. He pointed his dick, slipped the glans into my abused pussy and rammed home in one quick jerk, the squelch was loud and obvious and he fucked me joyfully to the sound of sloshing semen.

“I love it when you’re sloppy with semen, I love you when your cunt is gaping and just swallows me whole.” he said. But I noticed that he was doing the same as Joshua, but for different reasons, Joshua kept away from my upper body because all he wanted was release, Paul kept away because of the way I stank.

I gasped and came as he touched my tender clitoris, he gave me a worried look and pulled away, I pulled him back into me, ahh such freedom. He slid his hands around my thighs and fondled my ass, a finger slipped in.

“They’ve ass fucked you too, how many?”

“Just one” I replied.

“I take it that he was pretty good?”

“Pretty, I don’t know, I never saw him. Good, yes, excellent, one of the best, he’s had plenty of time to practice he’s 72 years old”.

He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and powered into me banging my cervix with each thrust, Paul fucked me deep, he fuck me hard, he fucked me long and he fucked me well. I was the passive partner for the second time that night, to tired to do more than lie there and enjoy him. But the freedom to hold him, to tease him, to caress him, such freedom should be prized.

The look of adoration on his face as he rammed my sopping and gaping pussy told me everything I needed to know – he worships me, he knows who I am and it gratifies him. Usually I’ve dumped any guy before it gets so serious but Paul is not just any guy.

He added his own semen to my abundant store, he collapsed onto me ignoring the stench, he fondled my breast, ran fingers thought my hair and kissed me, before he slid out of me, moved down and licked me out, tongue probing soothingly and deeply into my gaping cunt. When he was hard again he fucked my ass and pumped in a load more. I couldn’t help comparing my two lovers for tonight. Paul definitely had more length but was not as thick, he certainly did not spread me and fill me the way Joshua did. Paul had great control and lasted longer before he came and could recover very quickly while Joshua had a technique I had not experienced before, a technique that made me feel polluted, totally used, abused and completely fucked. Maybe it comes with years of practice or maybe that’s the he’s always fucked but one things for sure, I liked it.

I am usually very fastidious about cleanliness but tonight I crawled into bed without taking a shower, taking the stink of stale piss and shit with me. Whether it was tiredness or the influence of a perverted old man I don’t know. In bed I told Paul everything. Of Joshua he was not very interested. The fact that I knew nothing about him other than him being an old man did not concern Paul. That he was obviously well endowed, that he stretched and used my cunt and rectum, that he fucked me well and left me full of semen pleased him immensely. That he tortured my clitoris with a wet leather belt concerned him and he examined me but said that he could see nothing other than swelling and proceeded to kiss it better.

He found Emma intriguing. “Maybe we could invite Ahmeed and Lissa and make an orgy of it” he said.

“I’m not so sure that she could take Ahmeed, she felt pretty tight to me, but she’ll love Lissa, I’ll phone and ask if she wants to visit on Monday, it’s a bank holiday, I’ll see if she wants to drive up. Are you, Lissa and Ahmeed working on Monday?”

“I’m on night duty, start at eight so I’m free all day, Lissa is on my shift and I think, Ahmeed’s on now, I’ll phone and ask”.

After the call he said “Ahmeed is off all day, he’ll be here by Monday lunch so guess what? Even if ‘your’ Emma says no you are in for another good fucking”

I phoned Emma the following afternoon, she was well up for a barbecue and sex session up in Lancaster, I gave her directions and she said that she’d arrive just before lunch. I didn’t tell her that Lissa and Ahmeed would be here, a bit of surprise adds to the excitement.

I’ll let you know what happens here on XNXX when I get round to writing it up.

Sammy

http://www.sammyf.biwie.com/

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Foreword:

Please note that this story, as with all my stories, is completely fictional and the themes expressed in it are a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to any real person or event is a coincidence.

Stepping out of my own body always feels strange at first. The feeling of weightlessness I get is unlike anything else, almost like floating in water but not. My ethereal body floats over my physical one, looking like it’s asleep on my bed. I begin moving, floating, over to the nearest wall, passing through it with no resistance. On the other side is another bedroom, mirroring mine in layout. I’m not surprised to find the room empty. My neighbours Gabby and Jordan are often up late listening to music so loud I’ve had to knock on their door to ask them to turn it down. I move out into the corridor just in time to see a figure slip into the apartments second bedroom. I follow the figure into the room and recognise Jordan as she plugs her phone into an outlet. She doesn’t see me, she can’t see me, as I pass through the room towards her. I position myself just behind her and slowly move forward, entering her body. There’s a brief second as our minds meld and I feel her confusion and fear before I’m able to silence her. Her mind now supressed I begin to test my new body.

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The first thing I notice is my chest. Jordan’s G cup sized tits make me feel almost top heavy, their weight pulling me forward. The other thing I notice is what’s between my legs, or more importantly what’s not. I step in front of the full length and Jordan’s brown eyes stare back at me as I take in the sight. I’m wearing pyjamas, a black satin shirt with matching shorts that just brush the top of my thighs. I begin unbuttoning the shirt, shrugging it off and letting it drop to the floor. God dam, Jordan’s tits look great. They’re two large pale round natural orbs of fun, jiggling and bouncing as I play with them. Both nipples are pierced with a silver bar and I feel them harden as I pinch them between my thumb and forefinger. I’m surprised by how horny just playing with my nipples is making me and the look on Jordan’s face in the reflection matches how I’m feeling. I let go of my nipples and drop my pyjama shorts, kicking them away. I watch the mirror as I run my hands down my thick yet athletic body. Jordan definitely has a ‘phat ass’ and I grab it in both hands before moving round to my smooth shaved pussy.

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My pussy. Now that’s a weird thought. My fingers begin exploring my pussy, feeling the dampness my arousal has caused. I slip two fingers inside me, my free hand shooting out to grab the mirror frame in order to steady myself as my legs almost give out.

“Fucking hell!” I gasp, Jordan’s soft voice sounding strange coming from my mouth. A fragment of Jordan’s memory flashes across my mind. I stop fingering myself and turn to the small chest of drawers beside the bed. I pull open the bottom drawer and smile as I look down at the collection of toys inside. There are several dildos of varying sizes, a large wand vibrator, a leather harnessed strapon, a ball gag, and a pair of handcuffs.

“Kinky slut.” I whisper to myself as I pull out one of the dildos, a bright purple tentacle that’s got to be nearly 10 inches long. I consider using it but instead decide to try out the vibrator instead. I climb on the bed and position myself so I can see my pussy in the mirror. I turn on the vibrator and it buzzes loudly, almost jumping out my hands it’s so powerful. It slips in my grip and my fingers find a dial which I turn. The vibrations lessen, the loud buzzing now just a gentle vibration. I press the tip of the vibrator against my pussy, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I adjust the position slightly and the waves of pleasure increases, making me cry out in joy.

“Fuck… Oh fuck yes!” I moan as I turn the dial back up on the vibrator.

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Suddenly there’s a knock on the door and I jump in surprise, the vibrator dropping from my grip as I sit up on the bed.

“Jordan, is everything alright? I thought you said you were just going to put your phone on charge and then be right back.” Gabby’s voice calls out, muffled by the door. I get up off the bed and as I start to make my way around the bed I catch a glimpse of the handcuffs in the drawer of toys. I had planned to possess Gabby separately once I’d finished with Jordan but now I have a different plan. I grab the handcuffs and hide them behind my back as I open the door with my free hand.

“Hey, are you…” Gabby begins to say, faltering as she notices my naked body.

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Gabby is still fully dressed from a day out with our friends. Our friends? Jordans memories are confused with mine as I remember a day of brunch, shopping, and a trip to the theatre. I ignore the memories and focus back on Gabby. She’s wearing a semi-transparent white blouse, tied together in the front with a knot rather than buttoned up. It hangs loosely off of her left shoulder revealing the strap of her black bra. She’s also wearing a pair of black leather pants, the tight material hugging her skinny legs perfectly. She’d curled her hair today, the locks of light brown hair twirling down her shoulders. God, she looks good, why couldn’t I look like that. I push down Jordan’s thoughts and focus back on my plan.

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Only a second has passed and as Gabby steps back in shock I reach out with my empty hand to grab hers. She’s too stunned to resist as I pull her into my room and shut the door behind her. She only reacts when I suddenly twist her arm up behind her back, locking the handcuff around her wrist.

“Jordan what are you doing?” She gasps as I quickly cuff her other hand behind her back, her voice now filled with fear. She tries to struggle but I overpower her, forcing her face down onto my bed. She continues to writhe around underneath me, yelling for me to get off, as I reach back over to the drawer and pull out the ball gag. It takes a few attempts to get the gag in place but once I do Gabby’s yells are reduced to muffled moans.

“Oh Gabby, don’t you get it.” I say, rolling her over onto her back and looking into her big green eyes. “You belong to me now. I’m gonna fuck you and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

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It takes me several minutes to strip Gabby naked, she kicked and thrashed about as I pulled off her clothes, cutting away her shirt and bra with a switchblade Jordan’s memories had so helpfully shown me. The knife had a secondary use as well, all of Gabby’s resistance ceased, leaving her quiet and demure. Now that she was still, I could take a good look at her naked body. Her tits are small and perky, C Cups according to her now ruined bra. Only her left nipple is pierced, a silver bar almost identical to mine. Her flat stomach is also pierced, this time with a little gemstone that is nestled in her belly button. Like Jordans, her pussy is shaved smooth.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” I say, as my fingers begin rubbing her pussy. Tears fill Gabby’s eyes, trickling down her cheeks as my fingers slide inside her.

“Oh wow, your pussy is tight, and wet!” I exclaim, raising my fingers to my mouth to sample the dampness from Gabby’s pussy. “Mmm, and you taste good too.”

I lean down and lick the salty tears from her cheeks before moving down to her chest. I kiss each of her tits in turn, playfully biting on her nipples before continuing on my journey down her body.

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With my face now between her legs it takes all my restraint to stop myself from just devouring her pussy. I find myself biting down on her inner thigh, making her cry out it pain as my teeth sink into her soft flesh. When I let go her thigh is marked with my bite, the skin now red and indented. Unable to wait any longer, I lick her pussy. Oh god does it taste good. I lick it again, slower this time. My tongue moving up her lips and finishing on her clitoris, teasing it. I don’t know if the noises Gabby are making are from enjoyment or displeasure but I’m too engrossed in eating her out to care.

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When I finally come up for air my chin is dripping with saliva and pussy juices. Gabby’s legs are covered with finger marks from where I’d been holding onto her, my long nails leaving red scratches.

“Now, I’m gonna take out your gag. Are you going to be a good girl and eat my pussy?” I ask, picking up the knife and playing with it absent mindedly. Gabby nods her nod so I put the knife down again and unfasten the ball gag.

“Please, just stop. Please stop.” She begins to beg but stops as I grab the knife and hold it against her throat.

“I never said you could speak, now shut up and eat my pussy.” I say angrily as I move to sit on Gabby’s face. I feel her squirm beneath me as I press her lips against my pussy. She tries to eat me out but her attempt is utterly pathetic. I can feel her tongue licking my pussy and although I get the occasional flutter of pleasure, I find myself growing quickly bored.

“Oh, you are useless at this.” I mutter, climbing off her. I reach down into the open drawer and pull out the mess of leather that is the strapon.

“Please, just stop. If you let me go now, I promise not to say anything.” Gabby begs as I pull on the strapon. I ignore her as I fasten the straps in place and as I do I notice that the dildo is removeable. Several more of Jordan’s memories flash across mind. I see flashes of naked girls; each one being fucked by Jordan wearing the strapon. But with each memory I see a different dildo attached to the harness, each one I remember seeing in the drawer.

“Jordan… Jordan, please.” Gabby is still pleading as the memories fade.

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I slap her. The loud crack of my hand as it hits her face seems to echo around the room as Gabby falls back.

“Get up!” I snarl. “Get up and suck this dick.” I grab the purple dildo attached to the straps and gesture towards it with my other hand. Gabby struggles to sit up with her hands behind her back, slowly moving into a kneeling position in front of me. I reach out and grab a handful of her curly hair, dragging her forward so the dildo enters her open mouth. She gags as the hard rubberised shaft hits the back of her throat, fighting against me as I hold her down.

“You can swallow cock good but how well can you take it?” I ask as I shove her away. I glance down at the saliva dripping dildo and detach it from the harness. I toss it aside and pull out the two largest dildos from the drawer. The first is the tentacle from before, the long shaft tapering down roughly 3 inches in diameter to 1. The second is some kind of monster cock. Nearly 12 inches in length with ridges and bumps all along the multicoloured shaft. Gabby’s eyes are locked on it, wide and full of fear as she takes in its monstrous size.

“Go on then, pick. Which ones going in your pussy, and which ones going in your ass?” I ask, a grin spreading on my face as all colour drains from hers.

“There’s no way I can take either of them. Please Jordan, just stop this.” Gabby begs again.

“Oh, do you ever shut up. You’re getting fucked so you might as well give up.” I say, picking up the gag and shoving it back into her mouth. I shove her back down on the bed and begin fastening the tentacle to the harness.

“I’ll be nice to you though. I’ll use this smaller tentacle on your ass. She begins sobbing, tears streaming down her face as I grab her ankle and flip her over. I reach over to the bedside drawers and grab the bottle of lube from the top, pouring the viscous liquid all along the shaft.

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Gabby is now completely unresisting, allowing me to position her with her toned ass stuck up in the air. I hold onto the links binding her wrist together as I guide the tip of the strapon towards her asshole. She grunts and squirms as the tentacle enters her tight hole. With every inch that enters her I can feel the resistance growing, her ass reaching its breaking point as it stretches open. Gabby is shaking and twitching beneath me, and I know if I took the gag out she would be screaming in pain.

“Yeah, you little slut. Thought you were too good to take it up the ass. Thought you were too special.” I hear myself saying. “Your ex-boyfriend hated that, hated how basic you were. That’s why he kept fucking me whenever he got the chance, even when you were in the room with us.”

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Those hadn’t been my words. My control of Jordans body had slipped, or Jordans desire to fuck Gabby was so strong she’d somehow regained control. I pause for a few seconds as I centre myself, pushing Jordans desires out of my mind. The tentacle is 3 quarters inside her and as I slowly pull it out I can see Gabby almost collapse with relief.

“That’s enough of your ass. Now for that sweet tasting pussy.” I say, swapping the tentacle dildo out for the monster one. Gabby’s eyes stare blankly upwards as I roll her over onto her back. She only reacts when I lean down and kiss her cheek, flinching away from me slightly. I lean back and lube up the dildo before pressing the tip against her pussy. Gabby’s eyelids flutter as I slowly push inside her, my hands on her waist. I begin thrusting in and out, feeling my tits bounce in time to my rhythmic movements. I’m surprised by how well she’s able to take the large dildo, I know it took me a few attempts before I could take as much as she is.

“I know your ex wasn’t this big so when did you get so good at taking huge cock in your pussy?” I ask, my hand moving up from her waist to wrap around her throat.

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Again, Jordans words spill out of me uncontrollably. I’ve never had issues like this when controlling another person before but feeling Jordans lust rising in me is only making this more enjoyable. I let go of Gabby’s throat and pick up the vibrator. I turn it on, cranking it up to full power, and press it against Gabby’s clit. She bucks and writhes about as the vibrations cause undeniable pleasure to surge through her.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you.” I tease as I see her eyes roll back in her head. She’s on the brink of orgasm despite her reluctance, I can tell. I pull out of her and quickly slip off the strapon. I then lift up one of Gabby’s legs and half straddle her so our pussies are pressed against each other. I begin rubbing them together, feeling a pleasure grow in me. This time it’s me who’s about to orgasm. My breathing becomes heavy, exploding out of me in deep gasps. I’ve cum before but never as a woman. My whole body feels like it’s on fire and it takes all of my control not to lose control of Jordans body. I want to scream as I grow closer and closer to the breaking point.

“Oh, fuck yes!” I yell, falling back as I squirt. My orgasm covers Gabby, the liquid exploding out of me like a torrential flood.

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It takes me a few seconds to regain control and as I do, I slowly sit up. Gabby’s perfect body is glistening wet, her breathing just as heavy as mine.

“That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. I’m gonna need a few pics to commemorate the occasion.” I say, getting off the bed to grab Jordans phone. Face ID unlocks it and I open up the camera app as I return to Gabby. I make sure to get photos of every single inch of her body before taking a few selfies with her. I then open up the photos app and *********** all of the photos I’d just taken, scrolling through the older pics to find a couple of nudes as well, before sending them to myself.

“I’m gonna let you go now Gabby. If you ever say anything to anybody, I will release those photos and the whole world will see what a slut you are.” I say, pulling out Gabby’s gag.

“I won’t say anything. I promise. Oh god, please don’t release those photos.” She gasps, turning to let me release her wrists. As soon as I do, she jumps off my bed and runs past me, sobbing loudly as she slams the door behind her. I lay down on the bed and shut my eyes as I relinquish control of Jordans body. That feeling of weightlessness comes over me and I rise up, opening my eyes to see Jordan lying asleep beneath me. I pass through the walls back towards my apartment, my room, and my body. Settling back into myself I sit up and check my phone, there’s a message from an unknown number. I open it and see the 2 dozen photos I’d sent. I save the photos and delete the messages. That was incredible and I just know I’ve got to do it again.

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“I met my old friend Jillian for coffee today,” I tell my man Roger over dinner on Tuesday night. “She is five years older than us and very attractive. When we started exchanging stories about our sex lives, she told me she is bisexual. When I told her we share an extra man or woman around once a month she was fascinated and asked lots of questions.”

“Jillian phoned me today,” I tell Roger the next night over dinner. “We had a long and very intimate conversation and she asked lots of very personal questions about our sex life. I printed off some pics she emailed me to show you, would you like to see them?”

The first pic shows her beautifully dressed in expensive designer clothing. She really is a very attractive and confident blond, sixty-eight inches tall, size 12 plus body and my guess is size 36C bust.

In the second pic the designer skirt and jacket are on the sofa behind her as she poses in skimpy black underwear, her voluptuous body is very appealing to both Roger and me. In the third and fourth pics she is standing totally naked in her heels, legs apart, with her hands on her hips. One is a front view, the other a rear view.

“She really has an impressive body, doesn’t she Roger. Which view do you prefer?,” I ask, already knowing his answer. “This is my favorite,” I smile aroused as I show him the last pic. Jillian is sitting naked on a chair with a big smile on her face with another woman’s arms wrapped around her legs as she licks her cunt.

“Jillian wants to visit us on Sunday afternoon, she wants to seduce me while you watch. You know I love receiving sexual pleasure while you watch. Are you fine with that?,” I ask my man Roger the next night as he is fucking me.

“Tell me again baby.”

“You know I love receiving sexual pleasure while you watch. Jillian wants to seduce me while you watch on Sunday. And I want to seduce her while you watch. Are you fine with that?,” I repeat already turned on at the thought of it.

“Yes baby, yes, I really am fine with that,” he moans as he finishes fucking me in a sexual frenzy.

I am Sarah, of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. I am to please and be pleased sexually. And I love having a second man every four weeks or so, not mention another woman as a balance for my man – and me.

On Sunday I smirk as I tell my Man Roger, “Jillian wants to seduce me while you watch this afternoon. Are you fine with that?,” already aroused at the thought, as Roger watches me prepare for Jillian.

Other than my heels I am completely naked standing with my legs apart as Roger sprays my body with suntan lotion. “You really do have a gorgeous ass baby. I wonder if Jillian will like it? I have enjoyed watching males and females kiss it for you, so good,” he tells me with a hand on it.

“What should I wear for Jillian?” I tease as Roger watches me slide a tiny white g-string on. It does look good on my naked tanned body I muse as I look in the mirrors. And my ass does look good with my ass cheeks highlighted by the thin g-string.

“What about this little backless black dress? Is it too short?”

“Perfect baby, you look very fuckable. Though remember what Coco Chanel always said, remove one item before you make your entrance,” Roger tells me as he lifts my skirt and slides my g-string down over my ankles and glides a finger along my already aroused cunt lips.

“Hello Sarah, love your little black dress,” Jillian smiles effusively as we kiss with our hands all over each other. She is wearing a similar outfit to the one in her pics and she looks sensational in black stockings and heels.

“And you must be Roger. I have heard lots of good things about you from Sarah,” Jillian says as Roger makes a late entrance. He is wearing a very short unfastened black silk dressing gown. As he walks his semi-erect cock is visible and I can see Jillian ogling it.

“Wow, later perhaps?’” is all she says before she gives me her full attention as we sit on the couch and kiss passionately. “I have wanted to have you since we had coffee Sarah. I have been fantasizing about you every night in bed since. And the thought of your man watching us make love is very exciting for me. Is he really going to masturbate while he watches? I hope so, I would like that.”

“I love being licked and teased,” I tell Jillian as Roger is sitting on a chair opposite with his gown open and his semi-erect cock exposed watching us intently. Jillian takes my hands and motions for me to stand up with my legs apart as she slides my skirt up over my hips, puts her arms between my legs, grasps my ass with two hands and licks my cunt lips. The sensation of a fully and impeccably dressed older woman licking my cunt lips as my man watches is a wonderful sexual sensation.

“Love the way you shave Sarah, that was just a teaser for you, I want to make this a special day to remember for you,” she whispers as she slides my dress off and kisses and licks my nipples with a fingertip on my engorged clit.

“Would you like to help me undress for your lady Roger,” Jillian teases as she stands in front of him. “Top or bottom first, your choice Roger?” He decides to open the buttons on her jacket but leaves it on her shoulders to expose her magnificent 36C tits with large nipples before he helps her off with her skirt. The only clothing remaining are her hold up stockings with lots of bare flesh above them. She has perfect well defined thighs for wearing those stockings I muse as we move onto the bed.

“Watch and enjoy baby, don’t rush,” I tease Roger as he moves his chair, opens his gown and teases his now full on erection as he oils it.

“Your man is hung Sarah, that’s awesome, love it,” Jillian tells me as we kiss with our tongues then lick each other’s nipples.

“I have been wet for you all week, very wet Sarah. I want to give you saphic pleasure like you have never had,” Jillian whispers.

We have our hands all over each other as we kiss each other’s nipples. Hers are very erect and the sensation of her sliding her very erect nipples along mine is exquisite.

I love having the insides of thighs teased and licked and Jillian appears to be aware of it as she licks them very teasingly to a point just short of my cunt lips.

The first time I feel the tip of her tongue on my cunt lips is absolute sexual magic. And it gets even better as she finds my very engorged clitorous. I love my clit being stimulated and the pleasure of a new woman doing it with her tongue.

“I love watching you two baby, very exciting for me,” Roger mutters as I look up briefly and notice him teasing his roaring erection with his fingertips.

Jillian tells me to kneel over her face as she rubs a very erect nipple along my very wet cunt lips.

“Love licking you with my hands on your gorgeous ass. And I love your man watching while he is teasing his big cock. Are you enjoying me licking your cunt lips?

“I can stop if you want me to,” Jillian teases knowing I am past the point of no return. Lay on your back and prop yourself on your elbows and you can watch me licking you.

“Are you getting close? I think so, your body is very tense,” Jillian whispers as she has her arms wrapped around my thighs. I am so close to a mind blowing orgasm, my first ever from Jillian, that I cannot speak.

All I want to do is enjoy the mind blowing orgasm that is so close, so close I want to prolong the build-up and pleasure while my man is watching.

“Cum for me Sarah, cum for me, now,” Jillian whispers as my whole body shakes and shudders.

“Again for me, again and again,” she whispers as she does wonderful things to my cunt lips with her tongue while Roger is licking my nipples. Double pleasure as a male and female are licking my most sensitive sexual contact points.

“Love watching another woman fucking you with her tongue baby, now show Jillian what you can do,” Roger tells me as I position Jillian on her back.

Just as my tongue makes contact with her cunt lips I can feel Roger grasping the cheeks of my ass, then his rock-hard cock is sliding into me and he is fucking me from behind as I pleasure Jillian.

“How many times have I told you baby that I wanted to fuck you like this while you licked another woman? Now we are doing it, right now.”

“You are very good Sarah. Love you licking my cunt lips while I watch your man fucking you.”

There is making love, straight out fucking and now this, my ultimate sexual experience as I pleasure an older woman with my tongue while my man is slowly fucking me in sync.

I can sense Jillian is close to orgasm as I tease her cunt lips with just the tip of my tongue and enjoy the power I have over her at that moment.

“So good, fuck my cunt, so good, fuck my cunt, so fucking good, fuck my cunt,” she is almost chanting as I feel a great sense of relief at giving an older woman an orgasm as my man starts to increase the intensity of his long strokes as he fucks me.

“Not sure who made the most noise as they climaxed, Sarah, Roger or me,” Jillian smiles very pleased with herself.

“Your man is hung Sarah, I want him, can I have him while you watch?”

“Very tempting, let’s see,” I reply. “If you do, I need a quid pro quo, I want him to lick my cunt while you suck his cock, remember no fucking and oral sex only though,” I tell her as we kiss passionately as Roger is showering after he watched me and Jillian showering.

“What are you going to do give him a second erection for the afternoon?”

“He already had one watching us in the shower.

“Tell me again what you want Sarah,” Jillian asks a little agitated.

“I want him to lick my cunt while you suck his cock.”

“I would love him to lick your cunt while I suck his cock and blow him Sarah. First up though, when he comes out of the shower I want to watch him kiss your glorious ass while I am kissing you. Please Sarah, make it happen for me.”

A minute later Roger emerges flaunting his second erection for the afternoon. Jillian and I are both standing naked apart from our heels and kissing as Jillian whispers to Roger, “I want to see you lick and kiss Sarah’s gorgeous ass, she has told me all about your fetish. Do it for me then I will suck you and blow you while you lick Sarah.”

Roger has kissed my ass many times, this time however there is a new nuance to his attentions with Jillian watching as foreplay for her. And I do love receiving sexual pleasure from my man with another female watching.

We manage to organize ourselves as I stand on a low stool with my legs wide apart so Roger can lick and kiss my ass while standing with his hands on my hips. “Wow, you two really are into that. And standing like that Sarah, your ass is sensational with your man pleasuring it. Not sure which of you likes it the most. And his cock is rock hard, can I have it now?,” Jillian asks with an edge in her voice.

I do love being licked while standing I muse as I turn around with my cunt lips aligned with Roger’s tongue, this will be the second time I have had my cunt licked and pleasured today, the first time by a woman and now my man while I am going to watch her blow him at the same time.

Roger’s tongue makes contact with my cunt lips at very moment I watch Jillian take his erection between her lips. Double sexual pleasure for me, watching another woman sucking my man’s eight and a half inch erection while he is licking my cunt lips as I mutter, “So good, so good, so fucking good.”

My man Roger has licked my cunt lips countless times, in a wide range of situations. However, today he is excelling himself as Jillian is sucking his cock as he licks me.

I watch fascinated as Jillian takes half of my mans erection between her lips, swirls her tongue around it, then lets it out of her mouth as she blows on it, then licks it.

“Your cock is rock hard for me Roger, I am to pleasure you,” Jillian tells him as I watch her repeat what she has just done to his cock.

“Love your rock hard cock in my mouth, love it, I am to please,” Jillian tells him again.

“Do you like watching what I am doing to your man Sarah?” Jillian asks as she varies her technique by licking just the tip of his erection and rubbing the full length of it with her thumb and forefinger, softly at first then with increasing pressure.

“I do, watching you sucking my man’s cock is very exciting while he is licking my cunt,” I moan as I watch her dig her nails into his ass very hard, then scratch her nails over his ass so it leaves marks.

“So good, so fucking good, pleasure from two women, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Roger groans as Jillian pinches his nipples with his cock in her mouth.

Still pinching his nipples Jillian licks just the tip of his cock, blows on it then takes as much of his cock as she can in her mouth and sucks very hard.

I can feel Roger tensing and know from experience that he is ready to cum. So am I, I am very tense, I want sexual relief, soon, very soon.

I am the only one able to speak as I mutter, “I want you to cum with me baby, make it really good for Jillian and me.

“Now baby, now, now, now baby, love it, so fucking good,” I am almost screaming as Jillian watches my man and I cum together.

“You and I could could have a wonderful time with one of my girlfriends Sarah, she is a pleasure machine,” Jillian tells me as we reluctantly kiss goodbye.

“Tempting, very tempting, let’s see,” I tease as we kiss passionately.

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After being dumped at the altar I try to get even with every woman that I can.

Author’s Note: The intimate details of the sex acts themselves are missing in this story. You may wish to read another story if that is your only interest.

Four F’s

What are the four F’s?

Find ‘em, feel ‘em, fuck ‘em, and forget ‘em.

Every young man my age knew that saying.

I never really went along with that idea until recently. I had been in a serious relationship for over a year. I had given Suzy Q an engagement ring and we had set a date to be married. Things were going great. I was standing next to Tim my best friend and my best man too, waiting for my bride to walk down the aisle. She never arrived. Suzy Q stood me up in front of my parents, our friends, and God! When the Bride’s father walked down the aisle alone there was a hush. You could have heard a pin drop, literally. Each step that he took was like a man on death row going to the electric chair. I think my heart stopped between each step. He came up to me, put his arms around me, and whispered into my ear that my future wife had called off the wedding. He and Tim lowered me to the church steps to sit as he then told the rest of the guests that the wedding was called off. He only said that the bride had changed her mind and that all of their gifts would be returned.

Later of course I found out the truth. Suzy Q did not want to be tied down with marriage. She had been a cheating slut ever since the day we had met. She had fucked over a hundred guys since that day too, including my best man. Tim was no gentleman however he had never said a word to me about it. At first I hated him but then I knew why he hadn’t told me. He had never seen me any happier in my life. He knew that I was head over heals in love with that woman. He also knew that I wouldn’t have believed him. That’s why he never told me.

So together Tim and I planned my revenge. Suzy Q was not a shy girl at all and had let me take pictures of her all the time. Most of the pictures were nudes both indoors and outdoors. She loved to flash her tits, ass, and pussy out in public so that I could that her picture. Suzy Q had even suggested that we make our own pornographic movies and we had. Together we had made three of them, compiled them, and even added titles and credits. Just as a joke one day Suzy Q printed out a professional model release, signed it, and gave it too me. That was when we were in love, but I still had it.

With Tim’s help I bought an Internet address and put up my revenge site. I offered subscriptions to the photo area and I sold copies of all three of our DVDs. Tim and I posted almost two thousand photos of Suzy Q. We subscribed to a place that would accept credit and debit cards for us and another place that would help advertise our site. Once that was done we got drunk for a week.

When Tim and I finally sobered up and checked back in on our site we had a ton of emails requesting Suzy Q’s DVDs. It took us two whole days to make enough copies to send out and we had to rent six more computers to do it. However the money was very good.

A week later after checking our income I finally held up a bottle of beer and said, “Thank you Suzy Q for leaving me at the altar!”

Tim raised his glass and said, “From now on it’s the four F’s for us! Find ‘em, feel ‘em, fuck ‘em, and forget ‘em!”

I added, “And don’t forget about Fhotographing the fucking bitches too!”

Tim added, “Then post their cunts on the Internet and make money off from them too!”

So the “Five F’s” were invented. Find ‘em, feel ‘em, fotograph ‘em, fuck ‘em, and then forget ‘em.

Life became a fuck game after that. Tim and I had a contest to see how many girls we could seduce into bed. He was a little more crude than I was. Hell who am I kidding he was a whole lot more crude than I was. He actually hit the sleazy bars late at night asking any halfway decent woman if she wanted to go home with him and get fucked. He was doing pretty well at about two or three girls a week. They were usually so fucking drunk that we could do anything that we wanted to do to them.

We had a fully stocked bar in our loft apartment and we kept plenty of beer around too just in case. His drunken broads were not to bad. The hard part was trying to get them to sign the model release so of course we lied to them any way we could. We usually told them that it was a form that the Alcohol Bureau makes us get signed so that we can give the booze away for free. The funny part is that it works about ninety percent of the time with his drunken broads.

Once they signed the release she was all ours to do with as we pleased. With the music turned up and the alcohol flowing like water it was no time at all before she was up on our little stage dancing for us like a real stripper. We even had a stack of Monopoly Money that we would throw at them and stuff down their waistband. The drunken broads always got naked for us and we always got plenty of pictures too. Our bathroom didn’t have a door on it but no one really complained about it. Most of his drunks would always have to pee a few times and would even take a shower with him as I took pictures for our web site. Fucking her was certainly no problem at all because that was why she had come to our apartment in the first place. I didn’t want to risk getting some sexually transmitted disease from them so I always used condoms with his chicks. They would let us stick just about anything up their pussies too so we had a nice assortment of dildos, candles, and wine bottles. One said that she was a auto mechanic and asked us to fuck her with screw drives, pliers, and hammers too.

Well now to my tactics. I sure wasn’t into a long-term relationship with a woman but I still had the desire to wine and dine them. I wanted to finesse them into bed. The first thing that I did was make peace with Suzy Q’s family. Then I tried to get sympathy from Suzy Q’s younger sister Debby Q and one of Suzy Q’s best friends Yvonne also, both at the same time of course. I also touched the hearts of Bonny the checkout girl at my grocery store, Candy the waitress at the dinner that I eat breakfast at, and with Heather one of my co-workers. All five at the same time I might add. I know the co-worker thing was by accident but she was cute and she really wanted me. Yes I know the old saying; don’t shit where you eat but like I said Heather was really cute and she really wanted me too.

I started with my almost future sister-in-law Debby Q she was just twenty years old and she wasn’t old enough to drink yet but she sure liked Sloe Comfortable Screws and that was exactly what I intend to give her.

I started out by making her a couple of regular ‘Sloe Comfortable Screw’ drinks with an ounce of sloe gin, a half ounce of Southern Comfort, and then fill the glass with orange juice. They went down so well that I offered her a ‘Long Slow Comfortable Screw Up Against the Wall.’ I mixed together an ounce of vodka, an ounce of sloe gin, and an ounce of Southern Comfort in a tall glass over ice. Then I filled it with orange juice and floated an ounce of Galliano on top to make the wall. She loved watching me hold the spoon on the surface of the drink as I poured the Galliano into it so that if floated on top of the glass instead of sinking to the bottom and mixing in.

That was the key to unlocking her treasure box. After a few of those ‘Long Slow Comfortable Screw Up Against the Wall’ drinks Debby Q was ready for action. I asked her if I could take pictures and that excited her like it had her sister. When I asked her about signing a model release she only asked for a pen. That was way too easy. After that she danced on my stage, undressed for me, and even took a shower for me so that I could take pictures of her. She was everything that her sister had been and more. She masturbated, shoved dildos up her pussy, and let me fuck her three times before asking me to take her home that first night. She was great. I had chosen the wrong sister to marry that’s for sure. I made her my Saturday night girl. I would need a lot more pictures of her. We even started our first sex DVD too. She was so much like her sister that it was scary. I couldn’t help but wonder about getting her mother in on the action too. Nah!

Next I went after Yvonne, Suzy Q’s best friend and her bride’s maid. She had come on to me a few times in the past when Suzy Q wasn’t around. She wasn’t as classy as Suzy and Debby but she sure was very desirable. When she asked me for a drink called ‘Sex on Gilligan’s Island’ I had to look it up. Then I mixed one ounce of everything and put it in a glass for her. It contained cranberry juice orange juice, pineapple Juice, Peach Schnapps, and Vodka. The glasses were small and they went down quickly. Yvonne didn’t usually drink them that quickly we had been out together but she had something on her mind and apparently needed the courage. Finally she admitted that she had wanted to steal me away from Suzy Q but hadn’t because of their friendship. Now that Suzy Q had dumped my ass Yvonne wanted me.

So I told Yvonne all about Suzy Q flashing for me, posing naked, and us making three pornographic DVDs. She said that she all ready knew all about it, Suzy Q had told her. Then Yvonne asked to see one of the DVDs. She even asked for it by name. As we watched the DVD Yvonne kept saying that she could do better. Finally I told her to prove it. Then with Yvonne’s permission I called Tim to come home and operate the camera. Yvonne really liked the idea of someone else watching her making love to me. I got the impression that she considered me a trophy fuck, which was exactly what I thought about her. She signed the model release willingly and even wanted a few more drinks. She said that it was to loosen her up a little more. I wondered if it was to help her get up enough courage to go through with it. Yvonne was definitely trying to out do her girlfriend and I was glad that I was going to be on the receiving end.

Yvonne could hardly wait until Tim arrived. She was primed when he came in the door, then she could hardly wait until he got the camera in his hand. As soon as Tim had it turned on she kissed me and jumped up on the stage to quickly strip for us. After a few very sexy dances up there she moved to the top of the bar as I fixed her another drink. She even peed in the stainless steel ice bucket for us. Now that was nice to watch. She had great bladder control and could shut off the flow and start it again at will. I watched in awe as she stood several quarters up on their edges on the top of the bar then squatted down and picked them up with her pussy lips and dropped them in a glass. What amazing control! She said that if we liked that we would love her next act.

This time Yvonne lit a cigarette and got on my bed. She was naked of course and put her ankles behind her ears. Then she took the cigarette from her mouth and slipped it into her pussy. She pulled it out and amazingly a smoke ring puffed out of her pussy. Tim and I watched as Yvonne’s pussy smoked the whole damn cigarette. Her very talented pussy must have blown fifty or more perfect smoke rings. Each one went up into the air. Several of the rings landed on one of her breasts. It was out of this world. Tim got it all on video while I got it all on still pictures. When we asked her to smoke another cigarette she laughed and said that she was trying to cut down. However she said that she would be happy to do it again for the next DVD, perhaps outside. Wow! Yvonne was already thinking about another DVD, she really was intent on surpassing Suzy Q.

When we got to the sex scenes I got to fuck Yvonne’s pussy with her tied to the bed. Tim fucked her in the ass while she was bent over our coffee table. I got some great shots of that. Then about an hour later we did a double penetration and switched holes. Tim got her pussy and I got her asshole while Yvonne moaned and groaned with the best of them. She pretended that she was directing that sex scene and shouted out directions like deeper, harder, and faster as she wanted it. She may have faked some but I counted eight Earth-shattering World-rocking orgasms that started in her toes and worked their way up to her throat.

Yvonne kept us entertained by periodically calling her asshole the fudge tunnel, her poop chute, and even her butt pussy, which made us all smile. She referred to her pussy as Cupid’s Alley, Venus’s honey pot, her fuzzy cup, and even her prick purse. Apparently she had learned a few things by looking them up on the Internet. What ever it was it was terrific and would make the DVD a good seller.

As we settled down Yvonne asked me if Debby Q knew about the sex movies that her sister had made. She said that Debby was just as competitive with Suzy as she had been and would probably do a few DVDs too. Yvonne suggested that perhaps she and Debby could do a few together too. What a hell of a great idea!

Bonny the sweet checkout girl at my grocery store took me up on my invitation. At first she was too young and innocent for me to take advantage of. Then I figured that she needed to learn about life sooner or later and it might as well be from me.

Bonny was definitely the ‘Fuzzy Navel’ type because it doesn’t taste like booze. So I mixed an ounce and a half of peach schnapps with orange juice in a glass of ice and handed it too her. As I though it wasn’t hard to get her silly. She liked them and drank a few. Bonny signed the model release without a single concern. She seemed to enjoy the freedom that the booze gave her. It gave her the excuse that she needed to be as wild as she wanted to be. She could always blame it on the booze. So be it!

All I had to do was ask and Bonny did! She enjoyed getting naked and posing for me but she wasn’t ready for Tim yet. Bonny did somersaults, cartwheels, and handstands in our living area. I had to laugh when she did a Russian split and her moist pussy made a smacking sound when she hit the freshly waxed floor. It was if her pussy was kissing the floor. Bonny did it a few more times for the video. I loved it! Bonny was still a cheerleader and still in high school but she was eighteen years old, that much I was sure of. I was glad that it was a Friday and Bonny had lied to her mother about where she was spending the night.

When it came to sex Bonny was not very experienced. She wasn’t a virgin but she had only let two boys fuck her before. She had not been fucked ten times in her life and even said that for her DVD. I told her that it would be much better if my roommate could film it for us. Bonny said that it would be okay but she begged me not to let him fuck her. She was afraid that she would become a slut or a whore if she did. I laughed but if I could fuck her a few times that was fine by me. The first time I fucked her I just set up the camera and made love to her like an innocent young schoolgirl needs. Then after a nice shower I contacted Tim to come home. He took one look at Bonny and fell in love her instantly. What was there not to like about her? That second time Bonny got on top of me and put on just the sweetest performance that you ever wanted to see. Her tiny titties bounced even nicer that Yvonne’s bigger ones had. Her youth gave her that special beauty. After our third time I just cuddled into her and Tim filmed us falling asleep. Bonny had a real smile on her face. By the way she likes to sleep with her tits outside the covers.

In the morning when Bonny was sober she was still as frisky and still wanted to be filmed going to the toilet, brushing her teeth, and taking a shower. All of that before we made love two more times. Then she felt the need to go home. We were on again for the following Friday too. Tim and I could hardly wait. He really wanted a piece of her.

Candy the waitress at the dinner that I eat breakfast at was a little different than any of the other girls so far. Candy was a gum smacking, hip shaking, and toe tapping mama. She was a single mother, loved rock and roll music, and worked at one of those retro fifties diners. She was fast with a come back and could give those truckers a run for their money.

Now when it came to fixing drinks for Candy she seemed to like ‘Sexaholic’ and ‘Sexy Slut Named Bertha.’ I had to look them both up. ‘Sexaholic’ was made with one-ounce limejuice, two-ounces Vodka and one-ounce Raspberry Schnapps. The mixing instructions were cute. Mix raspberry schnapps and limejuice then add the vodka. Make more and have lots of sex. Make more I did. The ‘Sexy Slut Named Bertha’ required one-ounce of cola, one-ounce of cranberry juice, and six-ounces of Jack Daniels. I put the Jack Daniels in a highball glass, add a little bit of cola, a touch of cranberry juice, and then handed it to her. It was a powerful drink and made Candy very merry!

The sex theme in her drinks was no mistake. She radiated sex in her speech, in her mannerism, and especially in the way she walked. Candy was dandy all right. When I mentioned nude pictures to her and maybe making a porno movie she was all for it and very willing to sign the model release. I told her that she might even get some money for making it if it actually sold any copies. I knew that would spur her on to do a better job. It sure did. At her own suggestion Candy let Tim and I fuck her until we couldn’t get it up anymore then she made a few phone calls. Within an hour there were a dozen big crude truckers taking turns fucking Candy. She was spurring them on, begging for more, and getting it too. They took her one, two, and even three at a time. The more the better as far as Candy was concerned. Tim and I enjoyed the more the merrier atmosphere too. Candy actually wore them all out and begged for more. In the end she was jumping up and down for joy. Her titties were bouncing and she was the queen of the orgy.

Heather my sweet little co-worker was very special. She was not much of a drinker even though she was twenty-three years old. When I suggested a very pretty drink called ‘Sex With Smurfette’ Heather loved the idea. She loved that cartoon when she was younger and could watch it enough. It is made with one-ounce of blue Curacao, one-ounce of vodka, half-ounce of Blueberry Schnapps and then fill the glass with Sprite. She liked the appearance especially the blue color. Plus she said that it tasted really nice.

Heather was extremely old-fashioned. At the end of our first date as I walked her to her door I got a goodnight kiss. On the second date I received a few kisses during the date but my hand was stopped from touching her breasts through her blouse. Then on our third date I was allowed to fondle her breasts from the outside of her blouse and bra however I couldn’t get near her pussy.

Heather was a ‘nice girl’ and a twenty-three-year-old virgin. She was saving herself for marriage. She said that as long as I behaved myself and went slowly that she would allow me more privileges as our relationship progressed.

Heather was not going to be an easy nut to crack. That was fine with me. Sometimes the things that are the easiest to get are not worth having. Besides I had my hands full of sex with all of the others that Tim and I had on the line. Plus if we didn’t have anything else lined up he would go bar hopping and bring something home.

Yvonne and Debby Q did get together for a couple of lesbian DVDs. They were very good at it too and said that Suzy had turned them both on to beaver eating. They invited other girls to come over and join in too. From the top of the loft we could look down on a seven-girl Daisy Chain. The web site was making money left and right off that one. Sex certainly does sell!

Bonny my little checkout cheerleader talked a few of her girlfriends into helping her make a nude cheerleader video. It became one of our best sellers.

Candy never came back. She said that once she had done something she just had to move on. I guess she was really a slut but tried to hide it. Her video was a good seller but of course I never gave her a penny of the profit from it. In fact I found someplace else to eat breakfast too. With Heather!

As time went on I got the idea of revenge out of my system. I wined and dined Heather my little Smurfette for several months. She started posing nude for me after we became engaged but I never posted those pictures to the Internet.

Tim now runs the Internet business and I still get some of the royalties.

Yes, Heather was still a virgin on our wedding night when I broke her cherry.

Sex with Smurfette is very, very good.

Smurfette and I made our own DVD. It started with our wedding, Heather loosing her virginity, and ending with the birth of our third child. Even Tim has never seen that one.

The End
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The erinyes’s attack has ruined all of Angela’s plans and now the knight and her companions have to fight for their lives!

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book 5: The Vault’s Treasure
Chapter Nine: Lust’s Daughter
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Thrak – The Free City of Raratha

Night cloaked the beach beneath the Saltspray Palace. The waves crashing into the shore had a faint tinge of glowing blue, a phosphorescent churned by the foam and only revealed in darkness. I studied it, pondering what could cause the glow.

A property of sea water? An organism in the waves? A chemical polluting the ocean?

Thinking about the cause was better than waiting and brooding on the robbery. Better than staring up the dark cliff to the palace waiting for the appearance of Xera and Minx, their theft complete and without incident. The Doge would not suspect Angela and in two days, she would leave the city with Sophia, Faoril, and Chaun, rendezvousing with the pirate ship we had contracted.

The ship anchored on the horizon, a black shape occulting the rising stars. The Golden Hunger captained by Thyrna, a predatory human female with lush lips and hungry eyes. She made my blood boil when we met.

She would make the trip to the Isle of Birds and beyond…interesting.

“Tide’s shifting,” one of the brawny pirates said. He stood by the longboat pulled onto the sand. “Your friends needs hurry.”

I faced the man. “We wait.”

The rumble of my voice made him flinch. The pirates Thyrna recruited were all large men, powerfully built, muscular humans who dwarfed the average of their race. But I was an orc. I stood taller, my shoulders wider, my muscles stronger. They knew I could break them. They feared me.

Everyone feared me when they met me. Even Faoril.

I turned my head from the glowing froth to stare at the palace. If things had gone wrong, there was nothing I could do but wait.

“Be safe, Faoril,” I whispered.

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Chaun – The Free City of Raratha

Pain burned in my belly, kept at bay by my singing. The melody flowed from my lips as I lay on the marble floor of the feast hall. I stared up at the vaulted ceiling. A painting crossed it, ships sailing the dark sea battling sea serpents while mermaids swam around it, strange flowers in their vibrant hair.

I had to keep singing, to convince my body not to die. I only had a gaping hole in my belly left by Incessae, the erinyes bitch. I wasn’t the target of her vengeance, and yet I was the first person she attacked.

She feared my song. Music held power. Even one not trained at the Bardic College could move an audience to laughter, to joy, to sorrow, and to despair. Songs could uplift or dismay. Incessae feared the lusts my song would inspire in her body.

I never thought my music would make me a target over a knight with Angela’s martial prowess.
Maybe joining the quest was a mistake? Maybe I should have said no to Lady Delilah? I could have stayed safe skulking in taverns and low-born common rooms, singing for copper pennies, a warm bowel of stew, and a dry place to sleep.

But greed had seized me. I wanted back all I lost when I was caught abed with my sweet Princess Adelaide by her jealous husband. And our brief stay in the Doge’s palace reinforced to me where I belonged. My talents were meant to entertain the powerful, to earn me the rewards of golds, fine clothing, perfumes, and the presence of noble ladies for me to seduce and fuck beneath their husbands’ noses. Often wearing their husbands’ appearances.

But was dying worth it?

Since I agreed to Lady Delilah’s plan to aide Angela in her quest, barguests had attacked me. I wandered through dwarven mines haunted by a mad wraith who tried to steal my soul. Even an avalanche was dropped on us. Boulders could have buried me alive.

And now a furious demigoddess had stabbed me through the stomach. And Angela still had other dangerous to face in her quest, culminating at the dragon.

Was life at court and the fame of being a bard worth all this pain and suffering?

But if I did earn a spot in a court, if Lady Delilah upheld her end of the bargain, I would have my fame and prestige back. I would be the centerpiece of my lord’s entertainment. I would perform for all his noble visitors, impressing them with my skill, wooing them. And maybe I would see her again.

Princess Adelaide appeared in my memory, lush and beautiful, dressed only in her blonde hair like she had the night I was caught in her bed wearing her husband’s appearance. I had loved her so much that night, like I had every other night.

And she had sung her love for me.

Could I have her back? If I was a court bard again, could I see her, play for her, and love her again? Maybe I could steal her from that foul husband of hers. Rescue her like she always she dreamed of when we lay in bed, whispering our desires.

It was a foolish dream. Impossible. Her husband would never let her go. And he would never visit a court where I played. He would keep his wife away from me.

But I could have the rest. I could have it all back if I had the courage to risk the dangers. And there was the prophecy to consider. I was chosen. I did not understand how Lady Delilah knew I was chosen. Maybe I should tell Angela about who hired me.

She should know.

Later. If I don’t die. I had to keep singing and Angela had to keep fighting.

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Incessae

Angela’s stolen partisan, liberated from the inept guards of the Doge, crashed into my fiery spear. Sparks flew as Angela snarled. Her naked breasts heaved and her flaming hair spilled about her shoulders.

Exhilaration washed through me as our weapons clashed together again. She was a magnificent creature. Skilled, fast, unafraid. She fought without armor, the seed of her centaur lover dripping out of her cunt, unfazed by her nudity. She was focused on killing me.

Well, I did threaten her lover.

Tonight, Mother’s vengeance would be meted out. The High King’s foul sword would never be reforged. His kingdom would never again mar the world. Mother was too soft-hearted. She never should have allowed the High King’s daughter Lily to live and breed, even if her and her descendants only produced daughters incapable of ruling any kingdom.

Angela worked the partisan with the same skill she fought with her sword. She stabbed and then used the weapon’s crossguard to parry my spear, keeping me from finding her flesh. She slapped my spear down, then thrust it forward, forcing me to leap back.

The Doge’s guards rushed around us, their bronze armor gleaming in the light of my spear, flaring bright like stoked flames when my weapon struck Angela’s. Awe crossed the men’s faces as they watched us. And lust. I was also naked. I never wore clothing. I wasn’t ashamed of the lush body I possessed.

But their eyes fixed on me, lusting after me, stirred my weakness. The hot itch in my cunt grew. The first beads of excitement dewed my cunt. I let out a snarl of frustration as my nipples hardened. I lunged harder at Angela.

“Slata curse you!” I roared at Angela and at my perverted father for burdening me with his lusts. The soldier’s eyes vexed me. “Don’t just watch. Secure the acolyte.”

“No,” Angela shouted as a pair of the soldiers, under orders from their captain, broke away and rushed at the naked acolyte. “Don’t touch her.”

Angela’s anger appeared in her attacks. Her partisan thrust harder. She rushed at me, her naked feet smacking on the tiles. Her passion was…inspiring. Her breasts heaved. They were almost hypnotic the way they bounced and—

No!

Focus. I was not weak. I would not let father’s lusts poison me.

I screamed, focusing on my rage—Mother’s vengeance—and parried her next thrust. Then I lunged, moving my weapon in a circle to dodge around the partisan’s crossguard and enter into her reach, my weapon thrusting for her belly.

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Acolyte Sophia

Angela needed my help.

I cast my eyes around for my discarded clothing. My robes lay in a pile nearby. My legs trembled from the orgasms the sphinx had gifted me. I forced down the exhausting bliss. I could not afford to lie in a pleasure coma.

I had to help Angela. I wasn’t weak any longer.

Weapons rang and sparks cracked as I rushed to my robes. I fell to my knees and dug through the piled linen, searching for my pouch hanging from my robe’s belt. The pouch clattered. My hands fumbled to unbury it from the cloth.

“Come on,” I hissed in frustration as somehow, my pouch had ended up in the robe’s sleeve and lay tangled. “Slata’s hairy cunt!”

I pulled out my pouch in triumph. I opened it up. Glass clinked together. I pulled out a healing potion for Chaun, who seemed to be singing to keep himself from bleeding to death, and my enchanted dagger.

It glowed pink, warning me of danger.

I grasped the handle in triumph and stood up, anger burning in my face. That erinyes bitch would have to—

“Pater’s disgusting cock,” I groaned at the sight of two of the Doge’s soldiers rushing straight for me, each clutching a long polearm of some type in hand. Beyond them, the bald Doge screamed orders at his other guards as they gathered around Angela, watching her duel the erinyes.

“Drop the dagger,” the first guard said. He shouldered his polearm and reached out to grab me while the second guard circled to my right.

“Stop!” I shouted as his male hand reached for my naked flesh. “I am an priestess of Saphique. Any man who touches me will be cursed by my Goddess.”

The first guard froze before he could grab me. The second guard cursed beneath his breath. “She’s a priestess, all right. Look at the robe.”

“Of Saphique,” I reiterated, my heart hammering. I had to do something. What?

“Help the erinyes!” the Doge shouted at his men. “Don’t just stand there like pretty statues.”

“Well, we don’t have to touch her to herd her,” the first guard said, lowering his weapon at me. The point was sharp.

I sucked in a deep breath as it hovered a foot from my flesh. The other guard lowered his blade. I stood there, trembling, thinking. Would they stab me with their blades? Those points were so sharp. They would skewer me.

What could I do besides dropping my dagger? But that wouldn’t help Angela in her duel. There had to be something else I could do. Something that would help. Be useful. But would could it be? I backed away from the guards, their weapons’ points tracked me.

“Don’t be stupid, priestess,” the second soldier said. “I don’t want your Goddess to curse me, but you have to surrender.”

The first guard suddenly growled. His weapon blurred as it stabbed past me. I shrieked and jumped before I realized he didn’t pierce me with the point. Instead, his weapon shot past me. Then he yanked it back, the crossguard catching the back of my knee and jerking my leg out from beneath me.

I fell onto my back. Which hurt. A lot.

I coughed, clutching my knife and healing bottle in desperate grip. I didn’t let the pain keep me from moving. I had fallen from my horse before. That hurt worse. I rolled over and gained my feet, darting around the second guard as he thrust with his weapon. I leaped over it, stopping him from tripping me.

“Vedr’s queef!” he snarled.

I almost giggled at the vulgarity of his curse. I would have if my heart wasn’t hammering in fear. My feet slapped on the tiled floor as I ran as hard as I could. I had no idea where I would flee to. The guards’ armor clinked as they charged behind me. There had to be something I could do to lose their pursuit so I could help Angela.

I cast my gaze around the room. The nobility pressed on the edges, watching the fight with a mix of fear and excitement. A new entertainment for them to enjoy. None of them would be helpful. The Doge continued to shout his orders and…

The Doge.

An idea popped into my head. It was pretty dumb, but I didn’t have anything better to try. I changed the direction I ran.

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Knight-Errant Angela

I backpedaled as Incessae’s spear lunged at my stomach. My feet slapped on the ground as I moved away, giving me time to slam my partisan into her haft and deflect her point from finding my stomach. Then I lunged in.

Her wings flapped, and she lifted into the air and flew back, landing in her stance, her spear leveled. Her pale cheeks burned crimson, and fat, pink nipples were erected. Her silver nipple rings glinted as her breasts heaved.

She was aroused.

My anger slowed. Incessae was a skilled fighter. I would be hard pressed to defeat her even with the longer reach of the partisan. But I couldn’t kill an erinyes. They were immortal, demigoddesses born of Slata and Las.

Lust was the key to defeating them. Her nipples were hard, and in the reflected light of her spear’s fire, juices glinted on her thighs. Her eyes smoldered, glowing brighter and brighter with every moment as they stared at me.

At my heaving tits.

“Do you like my tits?” I asked as I lunged in.

“What?” she hissed, smacking my partisan down.

“My tits? Do you like them?” I pressed my arms together, squeezing my tits into two thrusting mounds. “Aren’t they beautiful? I think I have a great pair of tits. Like yours. We’re about the same size.”

“Shut up!” she hissed as she lunged. “I’m here to kill you, not ogle your tits.”

I parried her attack, our weapons sparking together. “You sure? You keep staring at my tits. Do you think I should pierce my nipples? I like your silver rings. Sexy.”

“Cunt!”

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Minx

Xera and I dived apart as the faerie guarding the Doge’s Great Vault unleashed her magic. My skin tingled as a rush of pink energy washed between us and crashed into the floor. The magic rolled across the stone like foamy water, crackling with pink and purple sparks then fading into glittering dust. I gained my feet and cast a gaze over my shoulder at the faerie.

We were expecting her. The Doge had her imprisoned and forced to guard his treasures. And that meant there were iron runes inscribed about the room, forming a magic circle that would keep her imprisoned.

Faeries hated iron.

Her wings, a purple blur behind her, hummed as she hovered in the middle of the Vault. She was the size of a short human female, with pale skin covered in glittering specks of gold. Purple hair floated about the beautiful creature and her lush breasts heaved.

“You should not be here!” she shouted. “Leave, now!”

“I don’t want to,” I laughed. I had to be the distraction while Xera, with her keen eyes, sought out the runes. According to Faoril, they had to be inside the Vault. “I’m here to see if the stories about you are true.”

“What stories?” the faerie demanded, her hands going to her hips. “Huh?”

“That you are the ugliest faerie in the world. I mean, I thought it was true, but I didn’t realize how ugly you were.”

“Ugly?” A shrill shriek echoed through the vault. “You think I’m ugly, halfling?”

“Oh, yes. I’ve seen ogre backsides that were prettier than you.”

“I am Princess Siona,” the faerie hissed. “I am the most beautiful daughter of Queen Sidhe, the most radiant Faerie Queen. How dare you call me ugly. Call me pretty”

“You’re as pretty as a boil on a barguest’s cock,” I laughed.

She shrieked so loud my ears rang. It echoed through the room. Her purple hair stood on ends as the room crackled with her fury. I dodged through the priceless treasures the Doge had collected, weaving between statues carved of rare stones or cast from precious metals. I dived over chest stuffed with gems and gold coins. I dodged around plinths holding expensive jewelry.

I snatched a pendant with a diamond the size of my fist.

Behind me, the magic crashed into the works of art, knocking over the plinths, cracking the wood of the chest, and rocking the statues on their bases. They wobbled and teetered, threatening to fall over as I laughed, sparks dancing through the air.

“If you are the most beautiful daughter of Queen Sidhe,” I called, “then your mother must be so ugly!”

“She is a radiant being, not a filthy little halfling with such an ugly haircut.”

“It’s practical,” I shrugged. “Your mother is so ugly she sours fresh milk.”

“My mother only sours milk to punish wicked humans! She is not ugly!” The faerie stamped her foot in mid air. “Not ugly at all. You take that back! We’re both beautiful!”

“You’re so ugly, the Doge locked you in his basement to spare his citizens the horror of your visages!”

“You horrible rat!”

Magic lashed out, crashing in a statue before me. I laughed, my feet sliding on the floor as I changed directions. “Your aim is also terrible. Is your ugliness interfering in—”

Marble hands seized my arms. The statue she hit with magic had animated. It lifted me into the air. My legs kicked as I struggled to escape, but the fingers held me tight. The faerie princess fluttered before me, her face twisted with rage.

“You take it all back right now! I am the most beautiful creature you have ever seen. Say it! Stop lying!”

I glanced at Xera as she searched the room. She needed to hurry.

“Say it!” Sharp fingernails pressed against my cheek. Each was painted a deep purple. “I am radiant. Admit it!”

“Xera,” I said, trembling, Siona’s boiling eyes boring into my own.

“Keep distracting her.”

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Journeyman Mage Faoril

The stump held me fast. I had been tricked. I thought I had the upper hand against Master Mage Yolun, but he was craftier. He trapped me in an ouroboros circle. I couldn’t cast any spells. My magic would rebound.

But I could manipulate spells I had already cast.

“You are calmer than I would have expected after this fight,” Yolun said, eyeing me. “There is no way to escape an ouroboros circle. Not with you constrained.”

“I know,” I lied. I tugged and manipulated the knot of sensations in my mind that was Relaria, dominated by the life magic I learned from Fireeyes’s disgusting book. “Is panicking going to accomplish anything?”

“No, no,” he said, “but considering the punishment for attacking a master mage is death, I would expect fear.”

A flutter of fear hit my heart. I would be declared a warlock if Yolun brought a complaint to the Magery Council. “Well, you attacked me first. You lured me here and then demanded my surrender.”

“On the Doge’s order,” he answered. “I have a contract to serve him.”

“And I have a contract with Knight-Errant Angela. I could not let you interfere in our quest.”

“Quest?” he asked. “To kill rampaging imps?”

That was the lie we told the court. “No. To kill the Dragon Dominari.”

He threw back his head and laughed. “No one has been able to harm the dragon for centuries. And why attack her? She hasn’t ventured out of her desolation in our lifetime, or that of our grandfathers’.”

“Doesn’t mean she won’t rampage again. Her desolation was once prosperous farmland. She burned every croft and farm, sent the peasants fleeing, then roasted the combined armies of the Princes of Zeutch when they came to fight her. What if she strikes out again. No dragon that has ever lived is as dangerous as her.”

“And you think you’ll succeed?” He laughed, confident.

Good. Relaria came closer and closer. Keep him distracted. “With the High King’s sword reforged. Angela is his descendant.”

Yolun’s mouth clamped shut. “A woman? Wielding his sword? The symbol of his authority?”

“The Lesbius Oracle prophesied it. We shall defeat Dominari and lift her shadow from the eastern lands.”

“So that is what has Aurelius in an uproar.” The mage shook his head. “The pommel in his Vault.”

I nodded my head. “So you can understand why your interference is a terrible thing. Imagine the good that we will accomplish.”

“The High King’s sword was broken for a reason. No man should ever rule so much territory.”

“Well, Angela is not a man. She’s a woman. She can’t rule. So what do you, or the nation’s, have to fear?”

“Your motivations may be good, but defying the Magery Council and committing theft from one of the most powerful men in the world is rank folly. I shall deliver you to Esh-Esh and let the Council judge your actions today.”

My heart clenched. I couldn’t let that happen. I had to escape. And no matter what, unless I killed him, he would see me branded a warlock. I would be like Fireeyes. Hunted. I would never gain the black robes and join the rank of Master. Bitterness burned at the back of my throat.

Relaria entered the garden. The lamia moved with stealth, her lithe form darting through the smoldering plants and across the cratered grounds. The garden had been beautiful before our battle commenced.

“There is nothing I can say to change your mind?” I asked. “I am only doing what is right.”

“So am I. And what I am doing is also lawful.”

Relaria moved closer. She wiggled beneath a flowering bush, her tail swishing behind her. I kept a firm control over her body, guiding her behind the stump holding me. My skin tightened as she came closer and closer to freeing me.

I would have to strike fast, overwhelm him the moment Relaria freed me.

The lamia crept closer. She wiggled forward on her belly. She reached the edge of the magic circle imprisoning me. Her clawed finger swiped through the dirt and broke the plane, breaking the force rebounding my magic.

I struck.

My magic surged out of the circle. It did not rebound into me and cause me pain. I seized rocks and hurtled them at Master Yolun, hoping to strike him in the head and render him unconscious. They hissed through the air.

Though shocked, he reacted swiftly.

His magic crashed into the stones. The rocks became dust that sprayed over him in a cloud. He coughed even as I melted the stump holding me into a puddle of liquid wood. I darted to the right and seized the dust around him, trying to harden it into a shell about his body.

My ears popped as a huge gale burst from him, whipping the dust away. My red robes billowed about me. Our magic lunged at each other, waring for control over the elements around us. I formed ice lances out of the air which he melted into steam. He summoned stabbing shards of rock to burst around my feet which I transformed into soft mud before touching me.

We wared with wind, water, earth, and fire. We manipulated the elements. The ground shook and the air boomed. We assaulted each other with our skill. It was a battle to see who ran out of their reserves of sexual fluids first.

But I had the advantage.

Relaria crept around behind Yolun as I battled. The catgirl was fierce. She knew how to claw and subdue a man. I implanted the idea in her head when she was in position while simultaneously hardening the ground beneath my feet back into stone instead of the quicksand threatening to swallow me.

With a hiss, Relaria lunged.

She landed on the mage’s back. Her claws tore at his shoulder. He cried out in pain. Energy burst between him and Relaria, an explosion of Fire. The lamia flew away from him, yowling in pain as I sent a thick piece of wood crashing into Yolun’s head while he was distracted.

The mage reeled, spun, and collapsed on the ground, his scalp split open.

The bundle of sensations from Relaria, representing my control over her, popped in my mind like a soap bubble. I staggered, my eyes casting to the lamia. She lay broken before a tree, her flesh blackened from Yolun’s fire, her spine bent in an unnatural horror.

I staggered. I killed her. I brought her here, forced her to attack a master mage, and killed her.

“No, no, no,” I gasped, stumbling across the ground to the lamia. I couldn’t have killed her.

I fell to my knees before her. I rolled the lamia onto her back. Her beautiful face was hidden by blackened skin. Her clothing smoldered. I shook her, but she didn’t move. I sent life magic into her, probing her flesh.

No life remained.

“No!” My body shook. Tears fell from my eyes. What did I do? I used her. She was a puppet. She had no say in attacking Yolun, in risking her life.

Bile rose in the back of my throat. I leaned over and vomited as my body shook.

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Incessae

“Admitted it. You want to play with my tits,” Angela purred as her partisan lunged at me.

“Shut up!” I snarled, my eyes drawn to her heaving breasts.

They were so beautiful. My hands clenched on my weapon, wishing they were holding her soft, plump mounds. Her flesh would squeeze through my fingers. And those nipples were perfect to suck on and…

No. Stop.

I roared in frustration and lunged again, thrusting hard. They were brutal strokes. I had to end this. Juices trickled down my thighs. Every time Angela dodged, those wonderful breasts heaved. It would be such a shame to mar…

Stop being weak!

“Or maybe it’s my cunt you want to lick.” A gorgeous smile crossed Angela’s lips. “Huh? Do you want to fall to your knees and lick my sweet pussy? I bet you do. You’re so wet.”

“Quiet!”

“You’re such a slut!”

“Fucking whore!” I thrust hard.

“But you’re the one dripping. Your juices are flooding out of your cunt. Admit it. You want to taste the centaur’s jizz leaking out my sweet snatch.”

“I’ll kill you! I’ll shove my spear through your guts.”

Angela laughed, parried, and said, “But what you really want to do is thrust your fingers into my cunt. Mmm, I’m so wet and juicy. Imagine your fingers sinking into my depths, teasing me, playing with me. You’ll love making me cum.”

My teeth ground together. My nipples ached. I wanted to tug on my nipple piercings. I wanted to press my thighs together and rub my clit. It burned. I had to be touched. But if I gave in, I would lose my fighting stance.

I had to kill her.

My spear lunged over and over at her, rapid jabs. I had to sap her stamina. She was human. I was a demigoddess. She couldn’t outlast me. But she danced back, deflecting my vicious attacks with ease, a smirk on her lush lips.

“Yes, let those emotions out. You want me. I can feel it burning in your eyes. What are you waiting for, erinyes? Fall to your knees and worship my cunt.”

“Never!”

My screech echoed through the room. I hated her. I hated her more than mother hated High King Peter. I wanted to throw her to the ground and ram my spear into her cunt. I would fuck her so hard with it. She would gasp and moan as she burned.

Her smoking juices would perfume the air. Such a heady bouquet. And then I would…

I shook my head and parried her sweeping partisan at the last second.

“Were you daydreaming?” Angela laughed. “Thinking of my sweet snatch? I understand. It’s the best cunt you’ll ever devour.”

“I wasn’t!”

“You were. And everyone knows it. You want to lick my pussy. You want to devour my cunt. You want to make me cum.”

I shuddered. Visions of falling to my knees sent a wave of heat through my body. The part of me born from my disgusting father yearned for a different battle, the press of hot, wet flesh, gasping bodies, writhing bliss.

I shook my head, driving back the images from my—

Angela’s partisan smacked my spear from my hand. It fell to the floor, and its flames snuffed out as it rolled towards the boots of the watching soldiers. Their eyes all burned with lust. They stared at us with hungry eyes.

They wanted to watch me feast on Angela’s cunt.

“Stop looking at me!” I screamed as Angela’s partisan swung.

What was wrong with me? The fight. I had to—

Angela’s polearm swept my feet out from beneath me. I crashed backward and landed with a hard thud. And then she was over me. Her foot slammed down between my breasts, pressing me to the ground. Cum dripped from her cunt, splattering my belly.

“Time to eat my juicy cunt,” Angela grinned.

I stared at her messy cunt, licking my lips. I wanted to devour it. I wanted to feast on the centaur’s cum dripping out of her snatch. But Mother needed her justice.

Why was I so weak?

“Don’t stand there, capture her,” the Doge screamed.

I blinked, trying to drive away my lust. Angela hadn’t won yet.

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Knight Errant Angela

My pussy burned. Saying those words, watching her body react, made me so wet. The bitch needed to be put in her place. I wanted to slam my cunt on her mouth, grind on her, and make her lick me clean of the centaur’s cum until I exploded.

Then I would be free of the erinyes and Slata’s vengeance.

But I had forgotten about the guards watching me. At the Doge’s words, they sprang towards me, stabbing with their partisans. I twisted away from Incessae, raising my weapon and deflecting one guard’s attack into another. Then I dodge a third.

They came at me from every direction. A forest of sharp points hungered to find my flesh. I spun my weapon, blocking, defecting, knocking them back. It was a delaying action. There were too many attacks coming from too many directions for me to win.

I lost. I defeated Incessae and it didn’t matter. I would fight. I would force them to kill me, but my quest ended here. I wouldn’t die at the maw of the dragon, but at the spears of the Doge of Raratha, my name attainted, forever remembered as a black knight.

A criminal.

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Xerathalasia

“Say I am beautiful,” Sophia the Faerie Princess shrieked.

I glanced at Minx. She struggled in the grasp of a statue. The faerie’s hands fondled her breasts as she hovered before the halfling. Minx squirmed, but the statue held both her forearms. She couldn’t move her hands and seize a tool from her pouch.

But she held the faerie’s attention. I kept my eyes moving, searching for the iron runes. They were hidden with cunning. My eyes swept across the stone, peering for any false covering, joints that were too wide, too small, a break in the Dwarven craftsmanship. I ran my fingers across the wall as I circled the vault, searching for minute imperfections.

“How can you say these magnificent breast are ugly? Huh? I am perfect. Admit it!”

“Perfect for kraken’s vomit washed up on the shore,” chortled Minx.

She was fearless. I smiled and shook my head. I had to focus on finding the iron runes. They had to be somewhere in the wall. The faerie’s magic couldn’t past the circle made by the runes. As she threw about her magic, the power washed across the floor and rippled into the wall.

Right?

“Taste my pussy juices. These are the juices of a beautiful princess, not a…a…disgusting filth.”

Minx gagged as the faerie princess rammed pussy-covered fingers into Minx’s mouth. The halfling shuddered and struggled in the animated statue’s grasp, her short legs kicking. They were slim, flashing with her metallic-bronze skin, her short britches molded to her flesh, so tight the impression of her vulva could be seen, a plump crease…

Focus.

“My pussy taste amazing, admit it.”

“I’ve had better,” Minx shrugged.

My smile grew as the faerie shrieked.

I focused on the floor. The signs of her magic washed across the tiles like water, leaving a glittery film behind, like the waves churned in a brackish pond retreating from the shore and demarcating how high up the beach the water had flowed. The glitter came almost to the wall, but it didn’t touch it. My heart beat with excitement. I fell to my hands and knees, searching the boundary. The stones were hard beneath my bare knees, but I ignored the discomfort.

“You are a foul-mouthed rat,” the princess hissed. “You’re ugly. Look at those small tits.”

“Oh, they’re perfect for my body size,” Minx laughed. “I know I’m sexy. And you know it. Stop lying.”

“I’m lying? You’re the evil cunt that won’t acknowledge my regal beauty.”

“I don’t know,” Minx side. “Turn around. Let me get a good look at you.”

The faerie turned, shaking her perfect rump, almost thrusting it into Minx’s face. “See. Perfect. Admit I have a perfect ass.”

“Eh.”

The faerie princess shrieked. Her wings hummed. She shoved her ass into Minx’s face. I tried not to chortle as Minx gasped and sputtered. The faerie let out a coo. “Lick my ass. You love it. It’s a perfect ass. Everyone wants to lick it.”

My sensitive finger brushed across the tile and froze. It passed over the slightest rise. I couldn’t even see the dimple in the tile. I stroked the rise, tracing it. Was it an artifact of its manufacture, or the rune. It had a shape, purpose, angular lines.

A rune.

I drew my wooden dagger and scratched at the tile. Paint flacked off, a thick lacquer glaze. Set into the tile was an iron rune, dull gray. It was Dwarven craftsmanship at its finest. I doubt any human could have ever detected the subtle difference.

But I did.

I worked the dagger’s blade between iron and tile. I pried at it while the faerie princess shrieked demands at Minx. The iron rune wiggled. Stone creaked. I leveraged my blade and the rune popped out of the tile.

My ears twitched as energy washed over me. It flowed out of the room, escaping from the circle of iron. The faerie princess gasped and spun around, staring at me. Her eyes widened. Tears filled them as she fluttered to me.

“Y-you freed me.”

“I did, your highness,” I said, rising. “I—”

The faerie princess through herself at me. Her slim body hugged me tight as her wet tears soaked my neck. I held her as she sobbed. Minx gasped, falling free of the statue, a huge grin on her face, then she began gathering the treasure in the room.

“You saved me. Thank you.” The princess kissed me. “Thank you.” Each one was punctuated by a kiss. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

She broke away from me. “I am Princess Sophia, daughter of Queen Sidhe. I am eternally in your debt, noble elf.” Her magic sparkled above her outstretched palm. A four-leaf clover appeared, speckled with glittering flakes of gold. She tucked it behind my ear. “You have earned a boon. Call upon me, and if it is in my power, you have earned your wish.”

Princess Sonia turned. “And you…you will apologize to me.”

“You’re cute,” Minx shrugged. “But not the most beautiful creature I’ve seen.”

Siona shrieked, then flew out of the vault and found her freedom.

I shook my head at Minx, smiling. She raced to the plinth and snagged the pommel. Greed burned in her sapphire eyes. She bounced the pommel on the palm of her hand, the other holding a sack already bulging with treasure.

Minx slipped the pommel into the sack then walked to me and smacked my ass. “Come on, we have to loot this place. That pirate captain’s gonna want her booty.”

“Sure,” I smiled, my ass warm. She was a joyful creature to be around.

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Journeyman Mage Faoril

I wiped at my mouth and looked away from Relaria. In my mind, I replayed the moment of her death over and over. My will pressing on my control over her, guiding her, forcing her to be my weapon. My distraction. I stood, wiping away my tears.

I was empty inside. I had heaved up my dinner and more. I smoothed my robes then brushed the book in my pocket. His book. I pulled out the notebook. I had argued that all knowledge, no matter how it was gained, was useful.

How useful was mind-control? How useful was forcing a creature to die?

The book burst into flames. It didn’t burn my palm. I controlled the heat. Ashes flaked away in the breeze. The fire burned hot, consuming the book in heartbeats. The gray spilled out my hand, falling to the ground, leaving my palm stained.

I stumbled through the garden to the door back into the palace. I was lured away for a reason. Angela, Sophia, and Chaun were in danger. Maybe Xera and Minx, too. Everything had gone wrong.

Relaria’s yowls followed me.

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Knight-Errant Angela

“Stop!” the Doge cried out. “Don’t kill her. Put your weapons down.”

I blocked a thrust. The guards froze, frowned. They looked confused as they backed away from me. The Doge’s commands were frantic. I turned. Sophia had her naked body pressed behind the Doge, her dagger at his throat. She spoke into his ear.

“Now, now, hurry. Can’t you see. She’ll kill me. Surrender.”

Sophia always found new ways to surprise me.

I whirled on the erinyes. Incessae rose, shaking her head. I lunged at her, knocking her to the ground with the partisan. She rolled onto her back, her tits heaving. “Don’t you forget, you have to worship my pussy.”

“You fucking cunt,” Incessae gasped as I seized her red hair and hauled her up. “You’re a whore.”

“That’s you,” I told her as I pulled her face to my pussy. “You’re the whore, remember? You’re the one who couldn’t control her lusts. That’s why you lost.”

“Damn my father,” she moaned. “And damn your cunt.”

Then she feasted. I threw the partisan to the ground as her hungry tongue licked through my folds, gathering the centaur’s cum that hadn’t poured out of my pussy. My hips undulated, grinding on her, savoring my victory.

The final erinyes had succumbed. I was free of Slata’s vengeance.

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Chaun

I gulped down Sophia’s healing potion. I had to stop singing. The pain instantly roared back, trying to kill me. But the warmth of the potion flooded through me, attacking the agony, driving it back, restoring my health, if not my clothing.

My tunic was torn and ruined, and my hose and codpiece were soaked by my blood.

The Doge hung in the air, suspended by Faoril. The mage stared at him with glassy eyes, her arms hugging herself. Her robes were stained with dirt and ash. More smudged her face and clung to her hair. She had her own fight.

And it left her haunted.

Sophia dressed while Angela hurried out of the hall. I stood. The Doge’s soldiers watched us with weary eyes, their weapons on the floor. The Doge himself blubbered as he slowly spun in the air, completely at our mercy.

“Well, it’s safe to we’ve been exposed as miscreants,” I said, striding to Sophia.

“Safe to say,” she nodded. “Mother will not be pleased with me. I imagine High Virgin Vivian will expel me from the order when we return to Shesax.” Sophia sighed. “Maybe the dragon will kill us.”

I laughed and nodded. “Well, trust me, I’ve had one ruler sign my death warrant. We’ll manage.”

“You sound confident.”

My smile faded. Prince Gruber of Kivnar hardly had the power of the Doge of Raratha. Though the Doge ruled only a city, the wealth of nations flowed through his port. He would want vengeance and his property restored.

There was no turning back for me. I was united with Angela and her quest. I would risk the dangers and not for the reward. We would be outlaws, Lady Delilah’s promise impossible to fulfill. But Angela needed me. I had bled with her. And now I would be a fugitive with her. Angela’s order would strip her from their ranks, Faoril’s Magery Council would call her a warlock for her crimes. Only Xera’s and Thrak’s people would not care what we did.

And Minx’s. But she was already a thief.

Angela returned in her armor, our saddlebags slung over her shoulders. Xera and Minx followed after, a huge grin on the halfling thief’s mischievous face. She chortled at the sight of the Doge spinning in the air then produced the pommel.

“We did it,” she laughed. “Broke into your Vault, your Dogeness.”

“Your Excellency,” corrected Sophia.

“We have to go,” Angela said, her face stern. You never would have known she had a screaming orgasm on the erinyes’s face only a few minutes ago. The erinyes herself had fled after she made Angela cum, one hand shoved between her thighs, masturbating herself.

“Let’s get our horses and be gone,” Sophia said.

Angela shook her head. “We can’t get them down the cliff and to the boat with ease.”

Sophia’s face fell. She deeply cared for her horse. “I-I understand.”

Angela closed her eyes, blinking against tears. Midnight, her charger, was a part of what made her a knight. She shifted the saddlebags slung over her shoulders. Sophia reached out and pulled off her own saddlebag, packed with her personal items, from Angela’s shoulder. I took mine, making sure my enchanted chest was still in the saddlebags—it held all my clothing.

“Faoril,” Angela said.

“Hmm?” the mage asked, looking at Angela with a blank face.

“We’re leaving. Bring the Doge.”

“Bring me where?” he spluttered, face white.

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Minx

My bare feet touched the sand at the bottom of the cliff. Faoril’s fire still blazed above, holding the Doge prisoner and keeping him out of mischief. The climb down was…strange. The rocks kept moving, forming steps for us to march down. Those steps vanished behind us, shoved back into the cliff by Faoril’s magic. The mage was at the rear.

“I take it things did not go to plan?” Thrak asked as we trooped across the strand.

“It was their fault,” I said, thumbing over my shoulder. “Xera and I were perfect.” I shook my sack loaded with loot. “This should make Thyrna happy.”

Thrak nodded his head. “Sophia, what happened?”

“Incessae,” the acolyte hissed. “She’s been dealt with. But the Doge’s knows we were there to rob him.”

“Did you kill him?”

Sophia gave the orc a strange look then marched past him. Angela followed, the knight in her armor, looking powerful and majestic, her kite shield strapped to her arm, her breastplate and pauldrons gleaming in the rising moon as she climbed into the longboat.

I hopped in and Xera set beside me. I hadn’t been on a ship since I left Baraconia with my sister years ago. I couldn’t believe I was heading back. But the next piece of the sword was on the Island of Birds. Unable to resist, I pulled out the pommel, staring at it.

“May I have that?” Angela asked, her eyes steely. It was a polite request masking her demand.

“Sure.” It was useless to me until Faoril restored it, then I would steal the sword and become so rich.

“Faoril,” Thrak said. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” the mage muttered then ducked around the orc and his spread-wide arms. She climbed into the boat and sank down, staring at her soot-stained hands.

Thrak and Chaun were the last to climb in. The orc stared at Faoril, his swarthy face puzzled. The sailors pushed us out into the swell. The brawny men climbed in and rowed us out into the Nimborgoth and to the waiting pirate ship. The sailors grunted with each stroke, their oars creaking against wood, waves slapping against the hull. It was the only sound. Everyone was silent. We had broken into the Great Vault, stolen the Doge’s treasure, and escaped.

And none of them were excited. They all were mopey. I rolled my eyes.

“Angela,” Chaun said, cutting through the silence.

“Yes?”

“I have to confess that I was not entirely truthful when we met in Lor-Khev.”

“I knew it,” Sophia said. “You were waiting for us.”

Chaun nodded. “A Lady Delilah hired me to—”

“Lady Delilah?” snarled Angela. Her hand went to her neck, grasping a garnet pendant she wore. “She hired you. Are you certain?”

Chaun nodded. “Yes, fiery hair, a curvy figure. Mature and powerful with a sensual presence about her.”

“What is she up to?” Angela demanded, her hand clenching on her necklace.

“Fiery hair?” I asked. Like Adel, my elf partner. I was the inside plant in the party to steal the High King’s sword once it was reforged. It was Adel’s plan.

“Yes,” Angela said, her voice thick with longing and anger. “What does she want? Why did she give me this pendant, and why did Fireeyes have its twin?”

“Fireeyes?” I asked, completely confused.

Only the grunts of sailors, creak of oars, and slap of waves answered me.

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Doge Aurelius

The fires spluttered out around me.

I sighed in relief. The unmanly tears I had cried still stained my cheeks. I wiped at them as I turned to stare at the Nimborgoth, the rising moon splashing silver across its waves. Angela was on the sea. She had escaped down to the beach. A boat must be out there, lurking in the dark.

“Maregatus!” I snarled.

My seneschal strode up in his toga, the cloth draping over his bony body. “Yes, your excellency.”

“I want ships sailing to every port in the Nimborgoth spreading my bounty for Angela and her companions. A 1000 gold dupondius for her companions, 5000 for her. Dead or alive, I do not care. Another 5000 for the pommel.”

“They will leave on the morning tide, your Excellency.”

“Then I want a courier sent to King Edward. I want to know why a knight from his kingdom would pillage my storeroom and threaten my person. I want answers from the Knights Deute and recompense for the action of their member.”

“I will send the courier on a pegasus. Anything else?”

“Only her head.” She made me cry. My entire court witnessed me blubber like a child. “I want her head mounted before my palace gates! And I want all her companions to join her. That Las-damned halfling, Sophia, the bard, all of them!”

The END of Book Five

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On a Sunday afternoon after my man Roger and I shaved each others pubic areas so we have just a neatly trimmed triangle, then showered together. Apart from my heels and g-string I am naked for him as he is licking and kissing my ass cheeks while I stand with my hands on the wall for support.

“Your magnificent ass looks wonderful poking out of that tiny black g-string,” he tells me, obviously very aroused. Talk to me while I kiss and lick it.”

“I had coffee with Lara on Friday. As women do, we discussed our sex lives. She showed me some pics of her man on her phone. He really is a hunky man with a fabulous, ripped body. He was topless and wearing just a low cut, skin tight pair of jeans.

“Then I showed her some pics of you topless in jeans. When I showed her some pics of you naked with a nine-inch erection, all she she could say was, ‘Oh fuck, he is magnificent, thick and hung.’”

“Our conversation became much more intimate after that when I told her, around once a month I love having a second man to pleasure me, before I pleasure him while my man watches, and often he will pleasure my man: oral sex only – no intercourse is the rule. To be fair to my man we share another female sometimes which we both enjoy.”

I am Sarah, of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. I am to please and be pleased sexually. And I love having sex with an audience.

By now Roger has me leaning with my back against the wall as he slides my g-string down to my ankles. His tongue is doing wonderful things to my shaved cunt lips as I ogle his erection and continue with my story.

“Lara was holding my hand and licking it as she told me, ‘My man enjoys me watching him blowing another man. I have never seen him blowing a man as big as your man Sarah. Can we make it happen? And I would love to have you. I am bisexual like you are.’”

“Would you like that baby?,” I tease as I orgasm.

“You know I would, very much,” I whisper as I orgasm again.

“Do you have his pics on your phone?,” Roger asks as I lick the tip of his erection.

“Do you want to see them now or after we fuck?,” I tease.

“Now, right now, extra foreplay for me.

“Yes, yes baby yes, make it happen, he is a turn on,” he tells me as he puts me on my back and commences fucking me.

“Are you fantasising about another man giving you a blow job while you are fucking me, baby,” I ask.

“You know I am. And also fantasising about watching another woman licking you while I watch,” he tells me as we fuck like rabbits.

Lara phoned me on the next Friday to confirm our arrangement for the Sunday and asked what I was going wear.

“Killer keels, a short backless dress and nothing else.”

“Good I will do the same. How short though Sarah?”

At two-thirty Lara and her man Daniel, arrive at our condo. Huge sexual tension as her man looks me over and I do the same to him without a word being spoken. He is wearing the same very tight, spray on jeans he had in his pics. Though today, he is wearing them very low, so low I can see pubic hair.

I had asked Lara to phone me when they were seven minutes away. I wanted my man to have a full-on nine-inch erection for them – and me – as soon as they sighted him.

“A new macho man wants to give you a blow job while his lady and I watch. Then after Lara is going to have me while you watch baby. What can I do to make you fully erect for his pleasure and yours?,” I asked him.

“Will this help you baby?,” I asked as I raised my skirt so he could kiss and lick my naked ass cheeks. “Or this?,” I asked as I sucked just the tip of his semi-erect cock with two hands wrapped around it.

“Lara and I are going to watch her macho man blow you in a few minutes. Do you want to see his pics again?”

“Yes.”

“Remember, your turn on is my turn on baby. So turn me on while I watch him blowing you.”

To increase the sexual tension I tongue kiss Lara and she returns my kisses as Daniel watches on, obviously aroused at watching his lady with a woman he has just met.

I take the initiative and remove Daniel’s shirt. He really is hunky macho man with a fabulous torso. Broad shoulders, flat stomach an a powerful chest. I can’t help myself as I lick his nipples.

“Lara and I want to watch you give my man a blow job. Is that why you are here today?,” I tease as I run one hand over chest and the other over his obvious erection under his jeans.

“Yes, where is he?”

“Waiting for us in the next room, he is very keen to meet you.”

The next room has full length mirrors on all the walls with another on the ceiling. Roger is stark naked apart from a cock ring clipped under his balls, sitting on a chair facing a mirrored wall, with his hands behind his head. He has a roaring nine-inch erection which I helped him achieve.

“Oh wow, he is magnificent, hung and thick,” Lara and Daniel murmur in unison.

“Stand with your back to the wall so I can lick your nipples.”

Daniel has one hand wrapped around Roger’s erection as he licks, then sucks his nipples.

“Does that hurt?,” he asks as he chews his nipples.

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, I love it.”

Daniel pushes his erection back against his torso and licks the full length of it.

“Do you want me naked while I blow you?,” Daniel asks as he is sucking his balls.

“Yes.”

“Would you like your lady to undress me?”

Just as I hoped he replied ’yes’.

His erect cock is larger than average, though not in my man’s league, I notice as I help him remove his skin tight jeans.

“Oh fuck yes,” Roger gasps as Daniel slides his pursed lips along his erection.

I like to think I am good at giving blow jobs but I always enjoy watching another person blowing my man, be it male or female and comparing techniques. I was fascinated to watch Daniel rub the tip of my mans wet erection over his nipples – and my man’s reaction.

I learnt long ago the two most sensitive places of a man’s erection are the tip and the base. Daniel is also aware of it, while he is sucking on the tip, he uses his hand to press and squeeze the base. I watched him try both the area right above and right below my mans shaft. I also found this works especially well for men like mine with bigger erections, just as Daniel does as I watch him pleasuring all of his nine-inch erection without deep throating.

I am learning new techniques as I watch Daniel increasing the friction on my man’s erection without straining his jaw, by using his index finger and thumb to pinch his lips together to create a tighter squeeze Wow!

Daniel really is good and very much in control I muse, as he takes time to look up at my man every now and then, without saying a word. Roger is obviously turned on by being able to see his face, and build intimacy between the two of them.

He has been edging my man all along, something he loves me doing to him. When I blow him I stop myself from finishing when he is right at the brink of orgasm. After giving myself a breather, I repeat the process multiple times. I love edging my man by building up the arousal, knowing the eventual orgasm will be stronger and more satisfying.

I am pleased to see Daniel doing the same to my man to his great delight.

All along I have been wondering what Daniel will do to my man to bring him to orgasm.

Lara and I are watching closely as Daniel places his hands in prayer position, then apply a generous serving of lube to his lips to create an elongated version of his mouth. His thumbs are against his lips and index fingers up along his nose. He lowers over my man’s erection as he sucks him into his wet, tight palms and mouth.

My man is not going to hold out much longer as Daniel strokes his erection from tip to base. He is building speed, tension, and suction as he slides up and down.

Roger’s cock is throbbing, he is taking shallow, quick breaths, he has tensed muscles, his thighs are quivering.

“Not yet, big boy, your cock is magnificent, just fucking magnificent,” Daniel teases as he edges him by running just a fingertip along his erection.

“Do you want me to swallow?,” Daniel whispers as he licks Roger’s balls while he continues running just a fingertip along his erection.

“Yes, yes yes.”

“Then do it. Don’t hold back,” Daniel instructs as he sits on the floor with his back to the wall as Roger slides his erection between his tightly pursed lips in a fucking motion.

Lara and I are counting his thrusts as Roger’s whole body is quivering on the very edge of orgasm.

“So good, so fucking good,” Roger is almost screaming as Daniel digs his nails into his ass cheeks.

“…, eleven, twelve,” then he is making guttural noises as he hits the back of Daniel’s throat.

After watching the men for thirty minutes while Lara and I teased each others cunt lips with a fingertip, she motioned for me to stand with my back to the wall and lifted my skirt.

My legs were wide apart for her as the tip of her tongue found my wet cunt lips as she grasped my ass cheeks in her hands, while my man watched silently as he wound down from his blow job.

Daniel is also watching on as he strokes his raging erection.

“I love watching a man masturbate while having my cunt licked. Do it for me while your lady is licking me. You have a magnificent, ripped body. I want to have it one day soon. May I while your lady watches?,” I tease.

New and wonderful levels of sexual pleasure for me as Lara bought me to orgasm with her tongue. Once, twice, three times while her man masturbated for me, or was it all three of us.

“Can we do it again soon Sarah? I would love to have your man and you could have mine,” Lara whispered as she and Daniel departed.

“Would love to soon, very soon,” I whispered back as we kissed goodbye. “And perhaps just you and one of my girlfriends one day soon?”

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WARNING: this is what it says on the box, the story of a lesbian rape: a black college girl is gang-raped by a group of female students from Japan – no men are involved. Please do not read any further if this subject matter is likely to offend you. This is a long story; it is entirely fiction, and all characters and places are invented.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2012

I don’t understand what has happened to me. Oh, I know the actual events – I’ve replayed them in my mind, over and over, during these last few weeks. It is how and why they have changed me so profoundly that I don’t understand – but they have, and forever.

There are four things that you need to know about me. The first is that I am black – and I mean really black, with dark ebony skin. My ancestors were taken in the eighteenth century from somewhere in tropical Africa to the West Indies to work as slaves in the sugar plantations, but both sets of my grandparents left Jamaica in the early 1960s for better employment prospects in Britain. Their children, who met and became my mother and father, were born a few years later in Brixton, south London – as was I, in 1991.

The second thing is that I have big breasts – and I mean really big, jutting melon-sized mammaries that need the support of a well-braced 32 inch G-cup bra. I have flared hips and a prominent rounded ass to compensate, and with my narrow waist this gives me a real hour-glass figure – but it is my big bust that really catches the eye. My tits grew quite fast when I was about thirteen years old; by the age of fifteen I was filling a 28D bra, and they finally reached my present heavy bulk about two years ago.

The third thing is that I soon found out what a problem they were, and it made me nervous and anything but interested in sex. Big tits on a young black girl living in a poor rough neighbourhood are not good news – they make you vulnerable and an obvious target. I was alarmed by the older youths and men – often quite old men – who ogled me, called out disgusting suggestions, and even tried to grope me. Many of the men – especially white men – seemed to be convinced that if only they could squeeze my tits, it would flip some switch in my head and I would instantly turn into a nymphomaniac-whore-slut, and want to suck their smelly cocks and spread my legs for a gang-bang. Or these sleazy types would approach me with offers of ‘modelling work’ if I would pose for nude ‘glamour’ photographs, assuming that I would be taken in by their glib assurances of fame and fortune just around the corner. Like so many men (white and black), and sadly quite a lot of women too, they seemed to believe that the bigger the breasts, the smaller the brain, as if in some bizarre way they were made from the same substance, of which for each female there was a limited amount (the opposite of this is the view that plain women with small tits, especially if wearing glasses, are intelligent – which is just as frequently incorrect!). Of course, I rejected such approaches with contempt, for I could very well guess where that road would end up. For all these reasons, I soon learned the wisdom of disguising my curvy body in baggy track-suits and shapeless hoodies, and never wearing anything tight or revealing or sexy.

This wasn’t as bad as it sounds, because of the fourth thing. I am actually quite shy, an only child and a rather bookish and serious girl, interested in my studies far more than in going out to clubs or meeting boys. This led to some jealousy at my secondary school, where I suppose I was a bit of a teachers’ pet, due to the rarity of black kids from my neighbourhood being interested and diligent about their schoolwork. The main clique of ‘cool’ girls in my year had nicknamed me ‘Titsi’ at the age of thirteen and a half, when I got curves and they didn’t; before long they amended this to ‘Snooty-tits’. It was hurtful, and I suppose I withdrew into myself and my academic studies – so I tended to come top of the class in everything, but have no real friends. I managed to avoid boyfriends, as fortunately my being ‘brainy’ and uncool put them off, whilst the ‘cool’ crowd went out dancing and clubbing with next to nothing on, flashing their flesh and willing to suck and fuck to get the guys they wanted, and so they monopolised their attention.

Truthfully, I couldn’t wait to get out of school and go to university, somewhere away from London. So I worked really hard, got high grades in my final year, and secured a place on a degree course in economics and business studies at a well-rated university in the midlands, about a hundred miles north of London – not too far, but far enough. When all of this happened, it was a few weeks after the start of my third and final year, and a few weeks before my twenty-first birthday.

I had made a few friends at college, and even had some boyfriends, though no lasting or serious relationships. You may not believe this – certainly no one looking at my sexy curvy figure would do so – but I was still a virgin when I started at university, and I didn’t lose my cherry until near the end of my first year. I can easily count how many times I have had penetrative intercourse since then – counting losing my cherry, it is only eight times. Three were with my current boyfriend, who I actually met during the last summer vacation, when I got a temporary job cleaning rooms at a huge hotel in central London. His name is Harry, and he is Afro-Caribbean as well, and not so different to me in character. It turned out that he is studying at the university in the next city to the north of where I am, just a forty minute journey on the train. Anyway, I try to go and see him every other weekend, and have begun staying overnight from Saturday to Sunday – sleeping in his bed, and letting him screw me, though I can’t say that the earth has moved for me yet, and it all seems very over-rated.

I didn’t get myself very well-organised for a place to stay in my final year – I was concentrating on a project for my marketing course, and left it too late. By the time I got around to seeking possible housemates, my relatively few friends had already got fixed up. I wasn’t too bothered about this, as I had anyway half-thought that going into the university’s own self-catering flats would be quite good for my studies – they were conveniently located near the main campus, and I would probably end up with foreign students who would be quiet and leave me to my own devices.

Well, the first part of that expectation was true – and, at first, it seemed that the rest was as well. I found myself the only British student in a flat of five girls, the other four all being from the same university in Japan, over here to take a one-year Masters course in the management school – this attracted a lot of students from the Far East, so this was no surprise. Their names were Amaya, Ishiko, Kagami and Midori, and they seemed to be very typical young Japanese women: long lustrous straight black hair, deep dark almond-shaped eyes, and smooth-skinned pale blank faces that rarely showed what they were thinking. They were slender of build, with boyish hips, small neat butts, flat stomachs and almost flat chests – Kagami was maybe just a C-cup and Midori a B-cup, but the other two were A’s at best, and all of their breasts pooled together would only just match my massive boobs.

At our first meeting, they seemed disconcerted to find themselves sharing with a black girl – the Japanese are still very racist under the surface, even the younger generation, and especially so towards black people. At any rate, they were cooly polite and distant, and remained very much detached – there was no overt rudeness or unpleasantness, but also no overtures of friendliness. They did not invite me to join in with them for anything, and we went our separate ways – there was a cleaning rota for the shared kitchen, and agreement about what space I would use in the cupboards and refrigerator, and that was it, apart from brief polite but formal greetings if we should encounter each other when going in or out.

It remained like this for the first five weeks of the academic year, until a weekend in the middle of the autumn term. I was due to visit my boyfriend, Harry; our relationship seemed to be cooling – I had a suspicion that he was more keen on a white girl who was in one of his classes, and he did not seem greatly enthusiastic about seeing me. I felt a bit let down, and for once in my life I decided to compete physically – to use the asset of my body, and make an impact. So I went out and bought some items, and dressed to make him think again. I put on a pair of white leather cowgirl-style boots, with no socks or stockings, so that there was a great length of exposed shiny ebony leg up to my shortest-of-short, tightest-of-tight and very skimpy cut-off blue denim shorts. Above this was several inches of bare midriff, and then a small thin red halterneck that just about covered my scarlet bra and my bulging tits, exhibiting their round fullness and a deep valley of cleavage in between.

I left my student flat around noon on Saturday morning, disguising my appearance and figure under a rather shapeless long padded winter coat, a scarf and a hat. However, when I arrived at Harry’s house an hour and a half later, I found that I might as well have been wearing sackcloth and ashes. Whether he had caught a germ or – as he thought – eaten something dodgy the night before, he was quite unwell, exhausted from repeated bouts of vomiting, and had a temperature and a spliiting headache. He apologised for not having let me know before I made the journey, but said he had been too sick earlier to think of it. I was a bit miffed – he wasn’t so ill that he or friend couldn’t have phoned or sent a text – but anyway there was no point in my staying, as he needed to take some medicine and go to bed.

There was nothing for it but to turn around and go right back to my own university, and make a virtue of necessity by spending some more time in the library researching for my dissertation. Even so, when I returned to my student accommodation, I must admit that I was feeling rather frustrated and horny, which is a fairly unusual sensation for me – I don’t get easily turned on at all, and indeed a couple of my previous boyfriends had called me frigid when they dumped me.

It was a few minutes before four o’clock in the afternoon when I unlocked the front door of my shared flat, and closed it behind me as I entered the central corridor. This has three study-bedrooms on the left side, of which mine was the first; on the right are two study-bedrooms and then the kitchen. The bedrooms each have a small self-contained unit with a toilet, shower and handbasin, and so there is only one other door, at the far end of the corridor, which leads into the large communal room that goes across the width of the flat.

I opened the door of my personal room and walked into it, leaving it ajar behind me as I put my bag and wristwatch down on my desk, and dropped my coat, hat and scarf onto the bed. I had vaguely registered a murmur of noise from the communal room and was aware that at least some of my flatmates were present, but my attention was caught by a sudden burst of shrieks and squeals. They must be watching television, I thought, some comedy show or maybe an action movie. Feeling in the mood for some mindless entertainment, I trotted down the corridor to find out.

What I saw when I opened the door was a complete surprise, and I was rooted to the spot in shocked amazement – my four Japanese flatmates were in the middle of a full-blown lesbian orgy! They had removed the low table and three of the chairs (which I later discovered had been put in two of their bedrooms), and had pushed the sofa and remaining chair against the far wall. This left a large clear area of floor in the middle of the room, where they had laid down two of their bed mattresses, side by side to make a square. On one side of this, Amaya was lying on her back, completely naked, clutching at her own small breasts and pinching their nipples, and with her legs spread wide apart. Kneeling between her thighs was Midori, dressed only in black hold-up stockings and a pair of black-strapped stiletto shoes. Around her pelvis was the black harness of a strap-on dildo, which she was vigorously pumping in and out of Amaya’s black-haired pussy. Midori had always seemed to me to be the shyest and most demure of the four, replying to any question or comment in a soft whisper and rarely meeting my eyes directly. She was certainly far from demure now, and seemed to have metamorphosed into a rabid sex machine. Her pelvis was jerking backwards and forwards in a frenzy, her hips were pistoning the unseen rod of the dildo deep into the cunt underneath her with almost vicious intensity and force, and it was her voice that I had heard, harsh and shrill, and clearly pouring out a torrent of lesbian swearing in Japanese. Midori had the longest hair of the Japanese quartet, a straight fall of shining silky black that came down to below her waist; usually it was gathered into a long pony-tail or plaited into a braid and tied with a pink ribbon, but now the whole swathe swung free, cascading over her lower back and around her hips with every vigorous thrust.

This arresting vision of girl-on-girl fucking was far from the only steamy action that was going on in the room. Amaya’s face was only partly visible, because she was being deeply French-kissed by Ishiko, who was on her hands and knees at a 90 degree angle to the prone girl, with her head bowed down to make contact with Amaya’s lips. Ishiko was also nude, and was pinned in place by Kagami, who was kneeling behind her ass and firmly gripping her at the waist with both hands. Kagami was the most dressed of the four, if you could call it that – she was wearing the black leather boots that she was so fond of, a pair of sheer black hold-ups, and a black half-cup bra, from which her breasts had been pulled out so that they were overhanging the front and in full view. She was also wearing a strap-on dildo, which she was in the process of ramming in and out of Ishiko’s pussy – I could see this clearly from my angle at the doorway, and I gulped in stunned fascination as the improbably large black plastic rod slid slickly in and out of Ishiko’s hole, around which her neatly-trimmed black pubic hair was glisteningly coated with her secretions.

So intent were they upon each other that it was a few seconds before they realised that the door had opened, and that I was standing there. I think some squawk or gasp that I made alerted them, and immediately Kagami’s head swung round to stare at me. At first, she had an expression of pure surprise, which was due not just to my unexpected return but still more to my appearance – normally I dressed very conservatively, and in clothes that disguised the curves of my body rather than displaying them. Almost at once, her eyes narrowed, as she took in my tiny tight shorts and the chasm of cleavage barely contained by the skimpy halterneck.

‘Ha! Kyonyu!’ she said, and then, with a fierce glare of lust in her eyes, she added to her compatriots: ‘Baka buso, abazure onna mitai! – yarite!!’

At the time, I did not understand any Japanese – but I certainly do now, especially the sexual terms. What she had called me was the word for ‘giant breasts’, and what she said to her friends after that was ‘Stupid bitch, she looks like a slut! – I want to fuck her!!’ [As I tell the rest of this story, I will put translations of the Japanese words in square brackets, but you must remember that at the time I did not know their meaning.]

However, although staring fixedly at me, Kagami did not pause in her relentless doggy-fuck of the moaning Ishiko, as if demanding my attention to every swivel of her hips and every resulting impalement of Ishiko’s vagina. Always the leader of this little pack, she decisively rapped out some instructions in crisp Japanese to Midori and Amaya. Somewhere in this I caught the words ‘manko’ [cunt] ‘machakucha gu’ [fucked up good], ‘shibari’ [bondage] and ‘goukan’ [rape]. Of course, I could not translate any of them then – but I soon discovered their meaning.

Midori obeyed instantly, whipping her strap-on cock out of Amaya’s pussy, surging to her feet, spinning on her heels, and advancing upon me. Amaya was immediately behind her, and, before I could draw breath, they had each seized one of my arms, dragged me sideways from the doorway, and pressed me back against the wall of the room. Only then, as her two accomplices held me rigidly in place, did Kagami withdraw her dildo from Ishiko, giving the shuddering girl a sharp smack on the ass with the palm of her right hand. Then Kagami rose elegantly to her feet and came towards me, the sensuous sway of her hips making the outhrust battering-ram of the dildo sway from side to side – I was mesmerised by it, and only with an effort tore my gaze away and looked her in the face, as she stepped up close to me. Kagami had a strange flushed expression, and there was a hard lustful glitter in her eyes. As she stood in front of me, arms akimbo on her hips, her bare breasts thrust out and the spear-shaft of the dildo pointing intimidatingly at my crotch, any words of explanation and apology for my unexpectedly early return or of protest at their activities died unspoken on my dry lips.

‘Manko yaro, kono ama? [Want to screw some pussy, you bitch?]’ asked Kagami in a challenging tone. Then, seeing my incomprehension, she switched to speaking in English, and exclaimed with relish:

‘So, here you are, Big Tits! So, we have fun and games, now, yeah!’

I shook my head weakly, and babbled a denial that no, I wasn’t into girls, wasn’t a lesbian, had never done anything like that – I apologised for interrupting them, and offered to leave at once.

Kagami shook her head at that, and her smile curved wickedly:

‘Urusei, kono manko! [Shut up, you cunt!] Oh, no, Big Tits, – you we have, now!’ Her syntax slipped a little when she got excited, and she added: ‘You we fuck, right now, Big Tits!’

I swallowed, not liking at all what this implied, or the rude nickname that she was giving me, as her fevered gaze fell upon my chest. However, held in the iron grips of her two henchwomen, there was nothing that I could to stop Kagami as she reached behind my neck and, with one swift tug, untied the knot that held my skimpy red halterneck in place. I gasped as the two sides of the unfastened garment flopped down, hanging over my hips and completely exposing my bra. I had wanted to look really hot for Harry, and now this was to be – quite literally – my undoing. My scarlet bra was a lacy, semi-transparent half-cup, with a push-up effect that my melons of breasts hardly needed – the result, I knew, was the amazing extent and depth of cleavage that had been framed in the red halterneck. Kagami cupped her hands under my jutting bra cups, and then squeezed vigorously, completely indifferent to my squeals of protest and futile struggling. Ishiko had risen to her feet and was standing at Kagami’s shoulders, and all four of the Japanese lesbians were staring at my massive breasts with an intense lustful glee that was setting my stomach churning with apprehension.

As always the leader and trend-setter, Kagami reached out to the central clasp which held my bra together and uncoupled it, sending the cups swinging aside and my tits flopping out into full view. I had deliberately chosen a ‘front loader’ for the intended effect upon Harry when I would lean over him and undo it, and the effect of my G-cup black mammaries spilling out was even more arousing than I had expected – but upon the wrong audience. The other three Japanese lesbians gave a soft sigh of amazement, as Kagami grasped my right breast and gave it a mauling grope that led to renewed cries and pleas to desist from me. Ishiko took hold of my other breast, pulled on its nipple – smiling maliciously at the howl this produced – and then mashed this breast against the one that Kagami had seized. The latter looked me straight in the eye from less than a foot away, and hissed with menacing certainty, first in Japanese and then in English:

‘Dekapai, teme kuronbo joro! [Big breasts, you nigger slut!] You fucking ours now, black bitch – big tits, ours, and cunt!’

The last word was accompanied by a thrust of her other hand between my legs, to seize the crotch of my tiny cut-off denim shorts and press upwards against my trembling pussy. I begged her to stop in broken sobs, but she ground the palm of her hand against my sex, rubbing the coarse denim and the flimsy panties underneath abrasively against my labia. Then it got worse, as she shifted her grip to the front waistband of the brief shorts and pulled upwards with sudden force. I shrieked as this jerked the underneath seam of the shorts into my slit, the cameltoe effect cutting into my soft folds of flesh almost like a knife. My desperate attempt to stand on tiptoe to relieve the scything pressure was useless, as the cruel Asian bitch just hauled up further, and I tottered in a near faint, my eyes watering.

There was a momentary release of the incisive pressure, as Kagami shifted her grasp to undo the large brass button in the waistband, and then she tore downwards on the zip below it. My sketchy blue denim cut-off shorts peeled apart and dropped down my legs until they stuck at my knees. I blushed with shame, as my panties were exposed to the searching gaze of the Japanese quartet. Far from my usual sober plain white pair, these were a naughtily brief thong, a tiny triangular scrap of scarlet lace that barely covered my prominent Venus mound. Apprehension filled me – correctly, as it turned out – as the glint in Kagami’s dark eyes turned harder, and her smile more predatory.

‘Kyonyu, kono baita! [Giant breasts, you whore!]’ she breathed; ‘oh, slutty black bitch! fucking slut cunt, you are, Big Tits!’

I might have denied the apparent evidence, but any attempt to profess my innocence was blown aside, as the evil Asian bitch seized the fabric of my thong at the top of the crotch, scrunched it together in her fist, and then yanked the bunched fabric up into my cunt. It sliced like a knife into my slit, and my back arched and I howled in pain at its slashing intrusion. Tears poured down my cheeks, as Kagami then began a rapid jerking up and down, so that the fabric abraded up and down inside my vagina, cutting and rubbing like a rope. As she did this with merciless force, Kagami looked into my eyes, and smiled with satisfaction at what she saw reflected there – my shock, my pain, my fear, and, to my shame and humiliation, also my arousal. She knew, as in my inner heart I did as well, that this was not simply the unconscious response of the body to the erogenous physical contact – I was also becoming aroused by my predicament, my helplessness and my forced submission.

‘Ha!’ snorted Kagami, followed by a trill of liquid Japanese that made her accomplices laugh, and then to regard me with frightening relish, as if I had ‘victim – please rape’ tattooed across my big breasts. Then Kagami looked at me as you would an animal bought at market, and as she slipped her forefinger into my opened and smarting gash – making me squeal, but also shudder from the sensations that this caused – she addressed me:

‘You dirty fucking trash slut, black cunt! You going to be our whore now, and you going learn to like it, oh yes! I wanted this since seeing you first, Big Tits, you always showing them off, slutty cunt! We take you down, fuck your brains out, make you what we want – you learn your place, black bitch, we own you now!’

This tirade was appalling, and I looked at my four flatmates blankly and in growing horror, as I saw my fate foreshadowed in the merciless eyes and gleeful expressions with which they anticipated my lesbian rape. Perhaps I could have fought and struggled more, although being so outnumbered escape was clearly impossible – but instead I gave in, my knees felt weak and my muscles turned to useless jelly. The truth is that I crumpled and surrendered to whatever they intended to do, and to this day I do not know if that was simple acceptance of the four-against-one reality of the situation, or whether some hidden part of me actually wanted to submit to their lesbian perversions, wanted to be used and abused by other women. Seeing that dawning realisation, Kagami laughed and held the corded thong deeply up inside my slit, twisting it from side to side with devastating effects, whilst her other hand pinched the nipple of my right breast, wrenching a howl from my throat that ended in a despairing sob. Kagami regarded me with the utter certainty of the conqueror:

‘You getting it now, Big Tits! Your black cunt getting it hard right now, ikeike [bitch], long as we want!’ she said, with salacious satisfaction at my round-eyed terror.

It took only a couple of seconds for Kagami and Ishiko to strip my halterneck, denim shorts and thong down my legs and over my white leather cowgirl-style boots, which they pulled off as well. Immediately after, Midori and Amaya pushed my unclasped bra down my arms, and then threw it aside, so that I was now completely naked. Still holding my arms, Midori and Amaya then dragged me across to the pair of mattresses, where all four of the Asian dykes overpowered me, forcing me down to lie flat on my back. Kneeling at the foot of the mattress, Midori and Amaya each held one of my legs, gripping it with both hands just above the ankle. At first, my upper body was held down by both Kagami and Ishiko, but only for the moment that it took Ishiko to get into position just behind my head, with her knees resting almost on my shoulders, and taking an iron grip on both of my arms, just above the elbow. Her body leaning over me partly blocked out the light, and as I gazed upwards in helpless immobility, I had a clear view from below of her small pointy A-cup breasts.

Once Ishiko had me firmly pinned down, Kagami rose to her feet and gestured to Midori and Amaya, who responded by pulling my legs wide apart. I realised with horror what this portended, and I began to scream and cry out for help. At once, Kagami scooped up something from the floor, which was revealed to be a pair of thong panties – but lime green, so not my ones. With a lascivious smirk, Kagami folded the garment into a tight ball, and then rubbed it up and down her open and glistening gash. Then, as I drew breath for a louder shriek, Kagami jammed the moist and smelly wad of fabric into my mouth. I was disgusted, spluttering and trying to push it out, but she was too quick for me – she grabbed a discarded hold-up stocking that was lying nearby, wrapped it across my mouth and then around my head three times, and tied it tightly at the back, so that there was no way in which the cunny-juice drenched thong could be ejected from my mouth. I was appalled, and one part of me felt revolted at having these soiled panties pressed against my tongue – but the other part found their taste and smell to be strangely exotic and intriguing. The gag was very effective, and my loudest cries were reduced to barely-audible mumbles.

What happened next was even worse – far, far worse. Kagami stood over me, looking down with a savagely gleeful expression on her face. Slowly, she rubbed her right hand up and down the shaft of the strap-on dildo that she was wearing, its frightening length still clearly coated with Ishiko’s vaginal juices. From my supine position, Kagami was an incredibly intimidating and imposing sight, with her legs soaring in black boots and hold-ups up to join at the base of the strap-on harness with its menacing spear of black plastic, and then above this her pert breasts were thrust out over the fabric of her black bra. I shivered, mostly in fear but with an element of awe as well – she looked so sexually powerful, so dauntingly dominant – an invincible lesbian valkyrie, an amazonian Asian dyke. I knew, with heartburning certainty, that she was going to rape me – and some small hitherto suppressed part of me felt that it was her right to do so, to treat me as her toy, as her slave.

A sudden hush and stillness settled over the room, as Kagami walked round behind Midori and Amaya, and then knelt down between them – and therefore between my legs, which the duo had pulled almost painfully wide apart.

‘Fucking slut, you are’, breathed Kagami appreciatively, as she ran a hand over my smooth-shaven cunt, stroking and kneading my Venus mound; ‘yeah, fucking black slut’. A shiver ran through me, not entirely of fear – for no one had ever caressed me down there before (not any of my few boyfriends: they had poked at me with their fingers, to prise my slit open enough so they could push their penises inside me, but that had been the limit of their idea of foreplay), and her massaging fingers triggered strange sensations that made my thighs tremble and my stomach flutter. It took me a moment to register what she had said – and how she had misunderstood, for in Japan almost no women shave or trim their pubic hair: only whores, porn actresses and a few very active lesbians. I shook my head in denial, but with the soggy panties-gag in my mouth, I could not explain that my cunt was not shaved for any sexual purpose: the truth is that my pussy-hair naturally grows quite profusely, and I dislike the sweatiness and itchy tangles that result, so a few years ago I began to shave myself for reasons of hygiene and comfort, but certainly not of sex.

Kagami ceased her stroking of my vulva and placed her hands at either side of my narrow waist, just above the broad flare of my hips, and she leant forwards until the bulbous knob of the dildo pressed against my outer labia, at the lower part of my cunt. She paused, like a hawk poised before swooping down on its prey, and looked at my face:

‘Buk-korosu, makkuro yariman! [I’ll fuck you up, black slut!]’, she said with anticipatory relish.

Gagged as I was, I could only manage some unintelligible muffled mumbles, but my eyes telegraphed my nearly hysterical panic. The evil bitch clearly found this arousing, for her eyes gleamed with merciless lust and her tongue flicked across her lips in salacious anticipation. Then, with her eyes still locked on mine, Kagami pivoted her hips and drove the dildo into me with unrelenting force.

The intrusion was like an electric shock, both agonizing and convulsive. Despite her brief caress, my vagina was still quite dry with fear, and although the sticky coating of Ishiko’s cum-juice on the dildo eased its passage to some extent, still it was like being ripped into – like being speared, not with a point but with a wide fat pole! Kagami’s first penetration was only perhaps three inches, but she swiftly withdrew and then slammed in again with even greater force, and to greater depth. My back arched in a rictus of agony, my cunt burning with pain, and I howled into my noisome gag. My head – the only part of me not held down – thrashed from side to side, as if somehow I might throw off my assailants – but this was an impossibility.

Kagami continued to rape me, savage in the searing force of her intrusions, as tears streamed down my cheeks – most of them from pain, but some of humiliation. Incredibly, horrifically, my body started to respond to the rape – or, at least, in self-preservation, to accommodate it. I felt a damp flush in my pussy, and realised that my own juices were now lubricating the pasage of the plastic phallus, as Kagami took up a faster and harder pace. It did not take long before the whole length of the dildo was sinking into me, so that on Kagami’s downward strokes its faceplate smacked hard against my labia. My useless attempts to struggle subsided, as my will to resist collapsed under the punitive pile-driving penetrations. There was no doubt that the invasive abrasions had a simple physical effect, and my whimpers of pain and fear began to be leavened with moans resulting from the forced stimulation of my erogenous zones. Kagami looked down at me in dominant delight, whilst slowing the pace of her violating thrusts in order to give them greater impact. In a triumphant tone, she declared:

‘I knew it – I fucking knew it! You’re a whore, Big Tits, you’re a slutty cunt whore! Fuketsu na putaro! [Dirty tramp!] You like this! Fucking lezzie black cunt, you like it!’

I shook my head in feeble protest, to which she derisively replied:

‘Oh yes, you do – getting wet, is your cunt, I can feel it – getting sloppy and wide, you ready to come soon! Nureteru ja nai [aren’t you wet], black bitch? I make you cum, that make you mine, my fucking lesbo pussy-bitch you will be, slut! Mine to do with, mine for whatever I want!’

I weakly mumbled my denials, even as the terrible truth of her claim resounded through me. But it was useless, my traitor body was betraying me. Against any conscious volition, my pelvis began to respond to her thrusts, surging to meet them, to ride the wave until the crest broke – as it did with a sudden shocking climax, my hips spasming and my thighs shaking as an orgasm exploded in my cunt, arching my back and thrusting my huge breasts upwards to jiggle wildly in the air. With a yell of victorious validation, Kagami rammed the dildo into me with savage force and kept it there, whilst her hands reached out like talons to maul my quivering mounds and pinch my erect nipples. I went into sensory overload, and my body shook with a second and more powerful orgasm, which left me utterly spent.

In my dazed condition, I was only peripherally aware of Kagami pulling the plastic rod out of my pussy, and rising to her feet. Standing to one side, she unbuckled the strap-on and dropped the tool of my violation onto the chair at the side of the room. She swiftly exchanged places with Ishiko, taking a grip on my shoulders, although she need hardly have bothered – I was so shattered that I was beyond any attempt to rise, and in any case Midori and Amaya were still holding my legs open. These last two gave malicious giggles of anticipation, as Ishiko picked up the discarded strap-on and slipped her slim legs into its harness.

‘No, please, no, no – oh, please, I can’t take it, not again, not any more!’ was what I tried to say, as her intent dawned upon me, but with the soggy sticky ball of panties filling my mouth, all that was audible were stifled moans. Ishiko knelt down in front of my bared and defenceless cunt, and then slapped me viciously on each breast. Her English grammar was better than Kagami’s, and her import even more shocking:

‘Shut up, stupid black cunt! Stop your stupid noises, Big Tits – you take our orders now, we make you our slave! We know what you are, what you really want – you want fucking raping, you dirty black slut, you want to be used like trash, made into a lezzie whore, yes, you do!’

I tried to deny it, for how could such vile things be true of me, who had never felt any sexual interest in girls before, had never touched another female’s breasts or pussy. However, whether it was brainwashing or identifying with my captors from fear, I felt something slip loose in my mind – as if a surface layer that had always been thin and shallow-rooted was displaced by some deeper and stronger force, rising mysteriously from the subconscious depths, and of as yet undetermined dimensions.

Ishiko did not wait for any response to her words, as she became the second Asian lesbian to rape me. She plouged the sticky dildo into the parted pink gash that made such a startling contrast with the surrounding ebony skin of my cunt, and began another series of pounding impalements of my vagina. My poor bruised pussy ached from her abrasions, which scraped the walls of my vaginal passage with burning force, despite the flow of secretions from my glands that sought to ease its entry. I was being taken again, harder and faster than the first time, and my will to resist not just my immediate fate but my future enslavement was being eroded away with every violating entry of the heavy black plastic rod.

Sensing my slide into submissive acceptance, Kagami released her hold on my shoulders and swiveled her slender body around 180 degrees. Raising herself slightly on her haunches, she squatted above my startled face, her slim hips to either side and her gaping wet vagina poised above me – unlike most Japanese women, her cunt was completely shaven, and I had a close-up view of the puffy folds of her pussy. The slim dyke eased the gagging hold-up stocking down over my chin, and then hooked a finger into my mouth to extract the balled thong. I barely had the chance to draw a pant of breath before she lowered her vulva onto my mouth, and my squeal of protest was muzzled by her rubbery flesh. She gripped my head in both of her hands, and forcibly ground her cunt onto my face.

‘Eat me, dirty bitch! You eat me out, Big Tits! Yeah – suck my cunt, lick my clit, and you better make me cum real good! I your mistress now, you do I say, what I say!’

In truth, I had no alternative but to obey. I could barely breathe under the suffocating pressure of her pelvis, whilst the pounding rape that Ishiko was dealing out to my poor abused pussy combined with the heady musk of Kagami’s sexual smell and the extraordinary sensations of the taste and touch of a female pussy. Almost involuntarily, my lips parted and I began to lick her cunt, sending my tongue as deeply into her crack as I could go, and then lashing up and down inside her gash. At first, I thought I was having no effect, and felt a weird mixture of fear and disappointment, but then I began to feel brief tremors running through her lower body, whilst at the same time her vagina became wetter and wider. This encouraged me to try harder, which turned out to be the right thing to do. My questing tongue surged up to her clitotal hood and found the swollen nub of her clit, which it rasped across with an urgency driven by Ishiko’s shafting of my hole and my growing arousal. Kagami ground her cunt down against me with sharper and more urgent pressure, and between her gasps she cried out, lapsing back into Japanese:

‘Ikiso! Hafuna me, kono kokudo saseko – hafuna me! [I’m going to come! Suck me, you black whore – suck me!]’

I didn’t know then what a word of this meant, but her need was evident from her rising tone of voice, and I took a quick breath, pushed my mouth further into her warm wet opening, jammed my tongue as deeply into her vaginal hole as I could go, and then corkscrewed it around. Kagami gave a series of sharp high-pitched yelps, grabbed her own tits and pinched them, and almost screamed out:

‘Iku, iku! Iku!! [I’m coming, I’m coming! I’m coming!!]’

Despite my fear, I felt a moment of deep satisfaction as my cunnilingus hit its target, and with quaking jerks of her pelvis, Kagami orgasmed, sending a spray of cum-juice over my mouth, chin and nose. However, I barely had time to register this before my second lesbian rapist sent me surging to my own climax, and I gasped and groaned in an ecstasy that was both deeply disturbing and profoundly satisfying.

My head was still reeling from that dizzying pleasure-burst when Ishiko withdrew the dildo from my pussy, squatted back on her haunches, and then stood up, vacating my cunt for its next abuser. However, I had no opportunity to escape during the alternation of my rapists, as Kagami and Amaya immediately grabbed me on each side and deftly rolled me over onto my stomach, and then by pinching my nipples they forced me to take up a position on my hands and knees. Then Midori, who was still wearing the strap-on with which she had been so vigorously fucking Amaya when I had entered the room, knelt down behind me, and with a coarse laugh she gave me a smack on the butt, a wordless statement of ‘you’re mine’.

I knew at once what I was in for, and I made a token struggle, whilst whining and begging them not to do it, to let me go. Of course, they took no notice of this at all. Instead, Kagami and Amaya held my legs in place, and between them Midori lined up the deadly plastic torpedo on her target – my cunt. Then she firmly gripped my hips, swung forward with the deft certainty of a gymnast, and used her momentum and body-weight to plunge the dildo into my pussy, its first insertion slamming into me for nearly its entire length. The impact drove all of the air from my lungs, in a gasping involuntary exhalation. My eyes bulged wide, as Midori swiftly pulled the dildo back out and then drilled it into my hole again, even deeper.

Although my vagina was now wider and wetter than it had ever been before, it was also bruised and sore from the first two rapes, with the result that this third assault was nearly as agonising as the previous ones. However, in other ways it was different, and had a different effect. The truth is that I had never had sex doggy-style before: my few experiences of penetrative intercourse had all been very conventional, flat on my back and letting the guy push my legs apart and then lie on top of me, heaving and grunting away until he was done. Even though being raped by these demonic Asian lesbians was frightening and overwhelming, getting fucked in this position was also a revelation, and the shock of being violated was superceded by the greater shock that I was actually finding it stimulating – and not just from the effects of the physical intrusion. I realise now that it excited me for the very reason of being treated as an object, not even looked at in the face but used as if my hole was the only part of me that mattered. For this reason, the third rape did more than any of the others to bring my submissive nature to the surface.

Kagami and Amaya could see that I no longer needed to be pinned down, and released me so that they could stand back and enjoy the sapphic scene unfolding in front of them. Bereft of their support, my arms lost their strength and my face flopped down onto the mattress, my half-open mouth drooling saliva and my half-closed eyes staring unfocused and unseeing at the opposite wall. The change of posture left my cunt still up in the air, and now at a sloping angle which actually made forceful fucking easier. Midori took advantage of this opportunity at once, making her shafting fiercer and faster, and taking me in every sense of the term. My breath was coming in shallow pants through my nostrils, and sweat and love-juice were mixing stickily on my inner thighs. The other three Japanese girls laughed and applauded as my back arched, my huge pendulous breasts swung wildly from side to side, my big black ass jiggled and quivered, and my nasal noises became a staccato series of groans and moans.

Encouraged and aroused by this evidence of her triumphant conquest and my imminent surrender, Midori attacked my cunt with redoubled vigour. As each battering thrust slammed into my pussy, I closed my eyes and wallowed in the extraordinary sensations that coursed through me. I was swept away from my moorings, not only physically but mentally, and my world shrank to just my vagina, as I felt a volcanic climax building to its culmination. I heard a voice babbling something in English, and it was a moment before I realised with profound shock that it was me who was calling out:

‘Fuck me! Aaaahh, yes, do it! Oh, God! Yeah – fuck me, fuck me! Yes, more, oooh – yes, fuck me, aah! FUCK ME!’

Midori wound one hand into my thickly-layered black hair, and almost painfuly haulled me back upwards, whilst her other hand snaked around to my chest and mauled one of my breasts. This was the final straw that pushed me over the top, into a convulsive orgasm that exploded simultaneously between my legs and between my ears, and left me a gibbering, whimpering, sweaty and sore heap in the middle of the mattress.

My lesbian abusers intended me to have no respite, and my fourth rapist was keen to get a slice of black-bird pie. As soon as Midori withdrew the dildo and rose to her feet, other hands dragged me aside to one edge of the mattress. For one second, I had a foolish hope that they would consider me done, but I soon realised that there was more to come – in every sense of the word. In my peripheral vision, I saw that Amaya was standing up and buckling a strap-on in place around her own pelvis – a new one which I had not seen before: it was even bigger and longer than those which Kagami and Midori had used, and was moulded with circular ridges. At once, I set up a desperate wailing protest:

‘No! Oh, no, no – no more, please! Stop – I can’t take any more, no, I can’t! No, oh no, you can’t – you can’t!!’

‘Can’t’ was not a word to say to Kagami at any time, and certainly not when she was high on the pheromones of sexual conquest. An angry expression flashed across her face, and she leaned down and slapped me across mine.

‘Stupid manko [cunt]!’ she snapped. ‘Baka ama [stupid bitch], can’t you count – Amaya hasn’t had a ride yet, has she? And it wouldn’t be fair to leave her out, now would it?’

I mumbled something incoherent, but obviously in disagreement, with the result that Kagami reached down, seized one of my nipples, and pinched it hard. I cried out in pain and fear, as she repeated her question:

‘Would it, eh? What you say, Big Tits, Amaya should have her turn, yes? You want that, don’t you – yes? You want her fuck you cunt, yes – say yes, dirty black bitch!’

With my eyes watering from her painful grip, there was only answer possible, and I nodded my head in mute surrender.

‘Good kyonyu [huge breasts] … yes, and after that, we all have you again … and again!’

I was horror struck – I had assumed that when all four of them had taken their sexual pleasure, that would be it and I would be released. Well, possibly that was still so, but evidently these insatiable dykes would not be satisfied with making use of my body just once. I realised with chilling apprehension that they could – and probably would – carry on for the remainder of the day, and indeed could do so all of the next day, Sunday, as well. This prospect was terrifying for the most part, and yet underneath there was the trace of a strange accepting thrill.

What happened next was very unexpected – I had assumed that I was going to be taken either lying down on my back or put on all fours and done doggy-style for a second time. In fact, it was to be neither, for it was Amaya who lay down across the mattress on her back and with her legs spread apart. The strap-on that she was wearing was in place around her hips, with the intimidatingly-long shaft of the dildo rising vertically from her crotch and pointing at the ceiling.

As if this was not alarming enough, Ishiko and Midori hauled me up into a kneeling position, and held me there whilst Kagami twisted my arms behind my back and fastened my wrists together with a pair of metal handcuffs. Then all three of them pulled me to my feet and made me take two steps sideways, so that I straddled the prone girl, with one foot on each side of her hips. Amaya gazed up at me with lewd anticipation, and then with horrific suggestive relish she wrapped her right hand around the lower part of the dildo and pumped it up and down the shaft, as if she were a man masturbating his dick and not a dyke wearing a plastic phallus.

Amaya’s meaning was all too clear even before Ishiko and Midori gripped my hand-cuffed arms and started to force me down into a squatting position – in which I would unavoidably impale myself on the spear-like dildo. I wailed, protested and beseeched, all to no avail. When I was just a few inches above the plastic pole, Ishiko and Midori pulled my ankles further apart to each side, into a position that it would be impossible for me to rise up from, or even to sustain for more than a moment. I tried my best, but in my weakened state I had not the strength. Within a few seconds, I felt the hard solidity of the dildo’s tip press into the soft opening at the base of my slit, which was still sore and smarting from the previous rapes, and I was convulsed with one last desperate panic-stricken effort to break free. Ironically, it had the opposite effect: Ishiko and Midori released their grip on my arms, and, with my hands fastened behind my back, I had no way to support myself – so, with agonised moans, I slid down the shaft of the dildo, as gravity became my next rapist. Despite my futile efforts to resist, I gradually descended all the way, penetrating myself to the hilt, so that my tenderised labia were pressing against the leather faceplate to which the plastic pillar was attached. The ridges on the plastic phallus scraped my bruised and highly-senstive vaginal walls, and tears rolled my face – but there was even more wetness dribbling from my invaded cunt.

With a laugh, Ishiko and Midori took hold of my arms again and pulled me back up into the squatting position, so that just the tip of the dildo – perhaps half an inch – was still inside me. Then they released me, and watched with trills of laughter as I slipped down the impaling shaft again, whimpering and shuddering as it filled me to capacity and its cunning ridges abraded my erogenous zones. As this procedure was repeated half-a-dozen times, the slick coating of my pussy-juices on the plastic phallus made my descents all the more inevitable – with less resistance on the way down, but a heavier smacking impact when my cunt landed on the face-plate. To add to the effect, Amaya started to heave upwards with a thrust of her hips, timing it perfectly for when I had slid about two-thirds of the way down the dildo, so that the final portion of my descent was a powerful combination of self-impalement and of getting shafted from below.

I had never done it like this before, never ever been the one on top during my paltry handful of heterosexual encounters – this was another new experience for me, another sexual revelation. I was panting for breath once more – a sure sign of on-coming orgasm – with sweat beading my face and cleavage, and running down my back to the cleft of my buttocks. I had stopped my useless pleading for mercy and release, partly because it was futile and partly because I had no breath left for it anyway – it was all that I could do now to take a great gulp of air as I was raised up, and then to release it in deep groaning grunts as I fucked myself on the slide back down.

Exhausted and bleary-eyed, I barely registered that Kagami had ceased just simply watching, and was putting back on the harness and dildo that she had been wearing when I interrupted their little lesbian fuckathon – how long ago, what an age ago, that now seemed! I despaired further, thinking that she was already getting ready to be the first rapist of the next circuit – which in a sense she was, but not in the way that I thought.

Amaya had seen this preparation as well, and the bitch underneath me gave an extra hard shove upwards with the dildo, whilst squealing in delight:

‘Yo! Dee-pei!’

I did not know what this meant – at the time, to me it was just another incomprehensible word in Japanese, but of course it was not!

Kagami made a gesture with her hand to Ishiko and Midori, who also laughed and repeated this term ‘dee-pei’. The two Japanese lesbians who were on either side of me took a grip on my arms and forced me to bend forwards from the waist, until I was lying flat on top of Amaya, stomach against stomach, my bulging breasts squashed on top of her tiny titties, and my head next to her’s, cheek to cheek. This posture was made possible because at the same time Amaya rocked her pelvis into a different position, so that her strap-on was still buried right inside me, whilst Kagami, who was now out of sight behind me, pulled my legs backwards. The result was that I went from squatting on Amaya’s crotch in a kind of riding position to lying sprawled on top of her body, with my legs apart and outside hers, and my vagina impaled on her dildo.

I hardly had time to wonder why they had done this, for I sensed a presence behind me and then I felt Kagami take hold of my hips and press the tip of her strap-on cock – against the rim of my ass-hole! This was horrific, far beyond anything they had done so far to my breasts and pussy. I had never ever had anal sex and never wanted to – my ass was pure and virgin territory. If that was not awful enough, I now understood Kagami’s cruel intentions, and also what the other three Asian dykes had been saying. It wasn’t Japanese at all – it was ‘DP’, meaning ‘double-penetration’. I shuddered at the prospect, being sure that I could never accommodate such a thing, and certainly not from such massive dildos – I would be split open, and die from the agony.

Well, I was wrong about that – but at first, it certainly felt like it! As Kagami forced the first two inches of the plastic rod in through my desperately clenched sphincter, I screamed and thrashed my legs, which were at once held down and pulled apart by Ishiko and Midori.

‘NO! NO!!’ I yelled hoarsely, ‘please, not that, no – not that! don’t do me there – I never have, please, I’ve never done it in the ass – oh, God! NO! STOP! NO!!’

‘Ah-ha! Oboko ketsunoana! – fakku shite yaru!! [A virgin asshole! – I will fuck you!!]’, exclaimed Kagami with relish.

‘Hai! [Yes!] Senta ni tatsu [Be in the lead], Kagami!’ called out Ishiko and Midori, as they merrily high-fived each other with their free hand, the other having a firm grip upon my ankle.

I gave an ululating cry of pain and humiliation as Kagami raped my ass-hole, taking my anal cherry with a second hard thrust of the dildo that broke my barrier and entered me for four or five inches. It could have been worse – my state of exhaustion, both physical and sexual, from the abuse that my body had already taken and the draining climaxes that had resulted, meant that my muscles were limp and gave way easily, whilst the coating of pussy-juice on the dildo from the previous fucks lubricated its passage.

Even so, it was like being entered by a burning poker, a searing spike thrusting into my guts. When it was combined with the huge presence of the ribbed dildo that was filling my vagina almost to splitting, the effects were devastating. As Kagami forced her violation of my anus, Amaya began to rock her hips, slipping her dildo a couple of inches out of my pussy and then slamming it back in. The membrane of flesh between the two plastic poles that were raping me was crushed and abraded, and it sent volcanic flashes through my convulsing body – of pain and of subjugation, but also of intense sensitivity, of sexual stimulation, and even of lust and desire.

I began to sob and pant, and my words of protest turned to moans of overpowering arousal, and even – to my own incredulity – broken pleas to be fucked, to be taken harder, and I actually cried out once ‘rape me! fucking rape me!’ Then my words were muffled, as Amaya seized my head in her hands and turned it so that our lips met, and I began frantically French-kissing her, driven into a frenzy by the effects of the double-pentration fucking. The overload did not end there: with perfect timing, Ishiko and Midori released my legs – which still jerked and thrashed, but from Kagami’s dominating thrusts into my ravaged butt, no longer in attempts to escape my fate.

From either side, the other two Asian lezzies reached under my chest, claimed one of my huge breasts as their prize, and pulled and twisted on my nipples. It was all too much for a girl who had previously had only a few brief and conventional encounters: now I was being simultaneously deep-kissed, nipple-squeezed, cunt-fucked and ass-raped by a gang of very sexy and utterly voracious Japanese lesbians! I gave up – I surrendered to them, I accepted my own true nature as a submissive lesbian, and I felt swept away in glorious release. As Amaya and Kagami pummelled their dildos in and out of my aching and gaping holes, I experienced a mind-splitting orgasm, in such an excruciating combination of melded pain and pleasure that it overwhelmed me, and I spiralled away into unconsciousness.

I was completely out of it for probably less than a minute, followed by another couple of minutes of vague half-consciousness. I had a sense of being lifted and moved, without any comprehension of who was doing what or why. As more memory returned – quite painfully, because it was the soreness in my vagina and the dull throbbing ache in my anus that returned me fully to reality – I realiased that I was still very much a sexual prisoner and plaything for the perverted pleasure of my Japanese flatmates.

I was lying on my back on one of the two mattresses, but when I tried to move I found that I was spread-eagled in an X-shape and held in bondage – both the rope which stretched my wrists far apart above my head and the other rope around my ankles that kept my legs wide open had been passed under the mattress, so that there was no way that I could rise up and no way by which to bring any of my limbs back together. I raised my eyes and found that all four of the Asian lesbians were standing in a semi-circle, looking down at my naked vulnerable body, and seemingly still full of unquenchable lesbian lust. The dildos had been removed, and all four of them were exhibiting their jutting little pussies with their puckered labial lips – in three cases, neatly framed by a trimmed mat of jet black hair, whilst Kagami’s slit was exposed in smooth-shaven splendour.

At once, they began a kind of lesbian sexual relay race. Kagami bent down and began to eat my pussy, sending shivering thrills right through me. At the same time, Amaya crouched down on my left side and Ishiko at my right, and each seized one of my breasts and began licking around my aureole and sucking on my tit. The pageant was completed when Midori squatted on my face, her pussy resting on my lips, and demanded ‘kunni’. This means pussy-eating, or cunnilingus, but whilst I didn’t know that for sure then, it was obvious enough what was required. Strange to say, this was no longer a problem for me – in fact, it was quite pleasurable, and made even more so by the arousing effects upon me of having my cunt lapped whilst others groped my breasts and nibbled my tits with their short sharp teeth. I was also learning quickly, and getting better at pussy-munching – at any rate, it was not very long before Midori gave several gasping grunts, her body quivered like a released bow-string, and a spurt of tangy cum-juice sprayed onto my face and her inner thighs.

It then became a lesbian kind of musical chairs: after her orgasm, Midori rose to her feet and came round to claim Kagami’s place at my cunt, whilst Kagami took Amaya’s place at my left breast, the latter moved across to take command of my right mound, and Ishiko shifted forwards and dropped her cunt onto my mouth, with a terse instruction to ‘eat me good, you fucking bitch, make me cum good!’ I obeyed with alacrity, and I knew that it was not just from fear of the consequences that I did so. I was actually enjoying this! It was not a gentle fucking, and the treatment that I received ranged from quite delicate and sensual manipulations of my vagina and breasts to much rougher treatment: twisting and pulling my nipples, slaps on my cunt and tits, and sharp poking finger-jabs into my vagina. Soon I was writhing in my bondage, begging them to make me come and come again, and promising in my pleading to do anything that they wanted.

I began to savour the slightly different shapes of their pussies and tastes of their vaginal juices, as I nuzzled at their sticky matted black pubic hair and swirled my tongue around each cunt in turn, as it squatted upon my face. I kept up with this for as long as I could, and fortunately I just lasted the distance: Kagami was the last in the sequence, and after I had licked all around her smooth-shaven skin, eaten her out and made her come – which took quite a while, and was exhausting – I was dizzy from too much sexual stimulation and abuse, and I fainted once again.

After my second collapse into sexual stupefaction, I fell into a deep – and remarkably satisfied – slumber, and did not awaken until early on the next morning, Sunday, at about 9.00 a.m. I might have slept longer, but I was stirred from my sleep by an insistent sharp prodding in my ribs, and an impatient voice instructing me to ‘wake the fuck up, you stupid lazy black cunt!’

Consciousness returned in a rush, and with it the vivid memories of the orgiastic lesbian gang-bang of the night before – simultaneously deeply disturbing and even more deeply thrilling. I discovered that I was lying on top of a sleeping bag that had been laid out on the floor of Kagami’s bedroom, next to her bed. My hands were chained to the nearest leg of the bed at the top end, and one of my ankles was chained to the outer leg at the bottom end. I was completely naked, and I could still feel and smell the traces of Asian cum-juice that criss-crossed my face and breasts.

I looked upwards, and found that the source of the prodding was the pointed toe of one of the black boots that Kagami was wearing. Above this, she had a micro-miniskirt in a clingy black fabric, and above that her breasts were encased in a full-cup scarlet bra. Seeing that I was now more or less awake, Kagami bent down and with a small key released the chains that were binding my hands and ankle. However, any freedom was very short-lived indeed. Kagami picked up something that had been lying on her desk, and fastened it in place before I could even attempt to rise. Within a moment, she had me in new restraints – my wrists were enclosed in leather cuffs, which were joined together by a strong steel chain of about sixteen inches in length, and a few seconds later a similar arrangement had been strapped around both of my ankles, but of shorter length, perhaps ten or twelve inches. I could now move around, albeit in a kind of mincing walk that set my ass and tits jiggling suggestively, and my hands were far enough apart that I could do a range of tasks – including typing at my computer to do my coursework.

Kagami bade me rise to a kneeling position, and then she pulled her mini-skirt up around her waist and seated herself on the side of her bed, immediately in front of me. She was wearing no panties, and so her smooth-shaven Asian cunt was presented to me again, at a distance of about eighteen inches. She had a smile like a vulture seeing a rabbit in a pen, as she leaned towards me and cupped my chin in the palm of her left hand.

‘So, kyonyu [huge breasts], kono joro [you slut], what have you learned, hmm? You show me, Big Black Tits, yeah – you show me!’ she demanded.

I swallowed, both humiliated and suffused with a shocking surge of desire, and began to make some reply – but Kagami had lost patience, and her right hand cruelly pinched my nearest nipple, transforming my words into a yowl of anguish. I realised that this was definitely a case where action was much better – and safer – than words, and at once I plunged my mouth down on her pussy, and began to worship the wonderful smooth folds of her fragrant Asian ‘kai’ [the polite Japanese word for the vulva, which literally means shell – referring to the shape of a sea-shell on the shore]. I had been refreshed by my deep sleep of nearly twelve hours, and this gave me plenty of energy and, I must admit, enthusiasm for the task at hand. Quite soon, Kagami was giving little soft whimpers, and then she grabbed the back of my head and held me tightly against her as she came.

‘Aaahh! Naaaaah! Iku, iku – iku! [I’m coming, I’m coming – I’m coming!]’ Kagami gasped, and then, when she had recovered enough breath from her climax she added:

‘Good, Big Tits – yes, you coming on well! You like eat my pussy now, yes? You lesbian now!’

There was no point in denying it, and indeed I did not want to. I looked her straight in the eye, and then lifted my chained hands to cup my swaying breasts, raising them up in offering and homage, and I nodded my assent. I was rewarded with a pleased smile on my mistress’s face, and a tingle of pleasure as she reached out and rubbed her palms across my stiffly erect nipples.

‘You be cunt for all of us, yes? You our fucking-bitch now, yes?’

I licked my lips, not from fear but from the deep surging churning excitement that was making me sweat and tremble, and my eyes did not waver from hers as I nodded my acceptance again. Kagami’s eyes gleamed in anticipation of how she and the others would use my ebony black body, my tight holes and my huge pendulous breasts, and she said:

‘So, you my sex-slave now – you do anything I say, anything I want! You fuck with any bitch if I say she can have you, you my whore cunt now, yes – my Big Tits black lezzie whore!’

I gasped and a shudder ran through me, but it was the opposite of repulsion – her harsh words stirred such a vision of being used as the sex-toy of an endless series of rapacious lesbians (hopefully Japanese and Chinese, as I was now completely in thrall to all Far Eastern dykes, with their lissom bodies, smooth skin and amazing sexual athleticism – but I would happily give myself to any white or black women too), that I just about orgasmed from thinking about it. She must have sensed my arousal, smelt the pussy-juice that dribbled suddenly from my parted labia, felt the thrust of my enlaged nipples against her hands, and seen my wide-eyed excitement, even as I nodded vigorously in submissive obedience. Kagami plunged one hand down between the arch of my legs, and speared two extended fingers into my vagina with unmerciful force. I groaned as I ground my cunt down against her pumping pummeling intrusion, whilst babbling:

‘Oh! Aaaaah, yes! Yes, yes, Kagami, I’m yours, I’m your lezzie cunt – use me, use me hard! Do my big tits, have my big black breasts! Aaaah, yes, oh – ffffffuck! – yes, aaaah, like that, harder! Oh, mistress Kagami, I’m your slave, your black fuck-slave, make me do anything, anything – any bitch can have me, if you want, anyone, yes! I’m just a black cunt! I’m just a black fuck-hole – rape me, all of you – rape me!! Oh, God, I wanna cum, do me – make me cum, please, mistress, please!!’

And she did, holding her fingers deeply up inside me and churning them around, whilst her thumb rubbed around my tender clit. Her other hand clamped on the nipple of my left breast and her mouth descended on my right, almost biting my tit in her eager desire to claim her new possession. After my pussy squirted out in orgasm, Kagami licked her fingers, as I bent down and placed the reverential kiss of a lesbian submissive slave upon the shiny sharp toes of my mistress’s black leather boots.

Then, as I knelt in front of Kagami, she calmly set out the order of my new life, with no more thought in her mind that I would refuse or disobey than there was in mine. From now on, I was only permitted to leave the flat for my classes, going to the library to study, and food shopping or doing any other chore that my new mistresses instructed. Within the flat, I would wear my restraints at all times, unless one of the Japanese girls removed one in order to put me in a particular position for fucking. I would be permitted to wear only my sexiest high-heeled shoes and a quarter-cup bra to support my breasts (which they do need, as they are so big and heavy), which would leave most of them exposed and my tits on open display, ready for use and abuse. No panties or any covering of my cunt would be permitted, except for a few days at my time-of-the-month, and my pussy must be kept clean-shaven.

My duties in the flat would include all the cleaning, making up the beds, clothes-washing, ironing, cooking and washing–up, and I was to be sexually available for any use whatsoever not only by my four Japanese flatmates but also any other Asian lesbian friend who they invited. There would be a simple rota which determined who would be in supreme charge of my sexual services, and in who’s bed I would spend the night. Mondays and Fridays were to belong to Kagami, who got two days as the leader of the gang and the one to order my seizure and rape; Tuesday would be Ishiko’s, Wednesday was to be Amaya’s, and Thursday was to be Midori’s. On the weekend, I would belong to all of them, day and night. Sexual relationships with anyone else were completely forbidden: I would break it off with Harry (which I thought would probably be a relief to him as well!), and, of course, there would be no more boyfriends again in my life, ever – which I found was a great sense of relief and release to me. I would see my parents, and my few friends, but at times to be decided by my owners, and I would say nothing to anyone about my new lesbian life. When my Japanese dommes were back in their own country during the Christmas vacation, I was to stay quietly at my parental home, doing my coursework, and I was to buy a top-quality webcam and instal it on my computer, so that whenever she wished Kagami would order me to do a strip-tease and fuck myself with a vibrator as she watched over the internet – to ‘keep you in training, and your cunt nice and loose for when I return’, she said.

It says much for my ready acceptance of my new life as submissive sex-slave, that none of this surprised or dismayed me, and I made no protest of any kind. In fact, it deeply excited me, so much so that I begged for another taste of Kagamis cunt, and promised breathlessly to submit to anything sexual that they desired, no matter what. My regal mistress graciously allowed that I might lick out her pussy again, and it seemed to me that it had acquired an even richer flavour, a muskier smell, and a tastier texture than it had the time before. Kagami then wiped over her own pussy with some tissues, and completed dressing: she pulled a sketchy pair of panties up under her tiny mini-skirt, and put on a sober but elegant cream camisole top. She informed me that all four of my flatmates – my ‘mistresses’ – would be going out for about two hours, and they expected all of the chores to be done before their return.

During that time, I drifted around the flat doing the various chores, whilst thinking about the events of the previous day and all that they meant. Even in this distracted state, it did not take me long to do my tasks, and then I sat for a while in a chair at the kitchen table, drinking some chilled bottled water. After a while, my thoughts settled into a state of tranquil certitude: I felt like someone who has been blind from birth, and then is suddenly enabled to see in technicolour. My world had changed completely and incredibly, and all that I wanted to do now was to make up for lost time.

I took a sheet of paper from my room, wrote several words on it in large letters, and then waited patiently in the communal room. As soon as I heard the outer door to the flat open and the chitter of high-pitched female Japanese voices in the entrance, I swung into action. After placing the sheet of paper on the floor, just a little in front of where the door would traverse on opening, I quickly got down on all fours on the other side of it, and rested my forehead on the carpet – which, of course, thrust my butt up into the air, facing the doorway. The final touch was that I reached around my legs with the chain for the handcuffs, and placed my cuffed hands next to my bound ankles. Anyone entering the room would see my posture of utter submission, with my gash in full view and hanging open, and my tight little ass-hole puckered above it. That, of course, was after they had read my sign, which said simply:

‘My name is Big Tits. Take me – use me – RAPE ME!’

Holding my breath in nervous and excited anticipation, I heard chattering voices as several feet pattered down the corridor, and then the door behind me opened. There was a moment of stillness and silence, and then there was an outburst of jabbering voices, squeals of delight and raucous laughter, followed a round of applause. It was louder than I had expected, and sounded like quite a crowd. I risked a quick glance over my shoulder, and gasped in surprise. My four flatmates were all present, and they were accompanied by three other female students. Two of these were also Japanese lesbians, with the same misleading innocent-looking soft blank-featured faces and slim trim bodies, but with them was a stunningly beautiful English girl. She was a simply gorgeous redhead, with a shoulder-length mane of thick curly bright ginger hair, wide green eyes, naturally-red rosebud lips, and a complexion so translucently pale and pink that it reminded me of a pearl.

This vision gazed at my ebony body with a stunned expression, her mouth half-open. She was standing between the two Asian newcomers, and was curiously dressed – although it was early November, the weather was still autumnal and quite mild, yet she was wearing a heavy winter coat which was buttoned to the neck, with the arms thrust into the side pockets. However, my puzzlement was only momentary, for one of the Japanese visitors proceeded to undo the coat, which was then slipped from the English girl’s shoulders and cast aside. This revealed that underneath its concealment, she was almost naked – the redhead was wearing beige ankle boots and a pair of creamy opaque hold-ups, and nothing else! Moreover, her arms had not been inside the sleeves of the coat – these had been tucked into the side-pockets to disguise the fact that they were empty. In fact, the peachy pale-skinned babe had her arms handcuffed together behind her back, and had obviously walked the whole way here in bondage and with her cunt and tits naked under the coat. It was at once clear that here was another submissive lesbian completely owned by Japanese dominatrix dykes, and I felt a thrilling sense of sexual companionship that set my vagina dripping with juices.

This reaction did not go unnoticed, as Amaya pointed at me and made some remark that included the words ‘manjiru’ [pussy-juice], ‘onnagurui’ [girl-crazy] and then, with a laugh, ‘man shon’ [cunt shower]. One of the newcomers pushed the pretty redheaded babe forwards, and at once she came and knelt next to me, bowing her head down onto the floor; her hands were still fastened behind her back, but otherwise her posture was a parallel replica of mine. For a moment, the half-dozen Asian dykes admired the view of inter-racial ass and cunt that this presented, with her pale pink body contrasting with my jet black skin. I heard Ishiko make a remark about ‘momo jiri’ [peachy ass] and ‘supponpon’ [stark naked] then Kagami, the initiator as always, gave a series of instructions from which I only recall the phrase ‘rinkan purei’, which approximately means ‘gang rape play’, although with more emphasis upon the second word than the third. One of the visitors responded briefly, and whilst I did not then understand the terms ‘noru’ [to ride on top], ‘ganmen kijo’ [face-sitting] and ‘anaru sekkusu’ [anal sex] which she used, the gleeful chuckles and round of applause which followed gave me a good idea of the gist of it.

I was not wrong, and the cute redhead (I later learned that her name was Helen) and I got thoroughly shafted, ridden and raped by all six Asian bitches in rotation. I suppose you can’t really call it rape when you actually want it and ask for it: what I mean is being taken in a cruel rough merciless fucking, in which you are used as an object purely for the sexual gratification of another, no matter what you feel or how much it hurts – a simulation of rape, during which you appear to struggle and cry and plead and scream, and which certainly can leave you bruised and sore. It was fortunate that there were two victims to take the load, for the Japanese girls were high on oestregen and gave us no quarter of any kind, and I don’t think I could have coped all by myself – certainly not then, though perhaps now I could. As well as eating pussy until my jaw ached, I was fucked in the cunt by five of them – only one (Amaya) doing me in the doggy-fuck position, as they preferred to have me on my back so that they could grope and maul and slap my huge breasts as they took me (one of the visitors being the most vicious and punitive in this respect), whilst other newcomer gave me a ruthless ass-fuck. The latter treatment they all seemed particularly to enjoy inflicting on Helen, and I could often hear next to me the desperate wails and broken sobs of the delicious redhead as she was ass-raped, I think at least four times. However, I know that Ishiko fucked her in the cunt in the missionary position, as she always does – she likes to see the expressions on a girl’s face as she takes her, and she also likes to be able to abuse and pinch their breasts.

Eventually, the six Japanese hardcore lezzie bitches subsided into exhaustion, and sprawled around the room on the sofa and armchairs, drinking iced colas. However, there was no refreshment for Helen and I, as during this interval we were to be the floor show – quite literally. For this, we were released from our cuffs and chains, and then, on our respective mistresses instructions, we began making out – to begin with, kissing each other, fondling breasts and reaching between the other’s legs to stroke her pussy. Helen has a lovely figure, and whilst neither her bust (a nice set of 30D boobs) or her ass are as big and jutting as mine, still there is plenty to get a hold of and enjoy.

We were then instructed to take up the 69 position [which they call ‘ainame’], with myself underneath and Helen on top. We obeyed with extra alacrity, for both of us were entranced at the idea of going down on the other. As we did so, Helen whispered to me that she had never tasted the cunt of a black woman before, and I replied that I had never eaten the pussy of a white girl until now – at which she looked quite surprised, until I nodded in the direction of Kagami and my flatmates, and whispered that they were my first. Needless to say, we both found the vagina we were fingering and licking to be delightful in shape, texture and taste, and we really got off on it, having almost simultaneous yelping orgasms.

Our enthusiasm brought its own reward, as the vision of our entwined black-and-white bodies engaged in vigorous inter-racial lesbian sex had also reignited the lusts of our Asian owners. Ishiko whispered something to Kagami about ‘dankon joshi’ [a female wearing a strap-on] and ‘bakku de’ [doggy-style], and the visitor who had ass-fucked me nodded and made a rude gesture with her arm to illustrate her comment of ‘oku made’ [all the way inside].

After a quick whispered conference amongst the six Japanese students, it was one of the two visitors who gave us our commands. She was the taller of the two, with hair a lighter shade of brown than the others, clipped in a short cut that was shaped from her cheekbones and around her ears to the nape of her neck. I found out later that her name is Setsu, and that she is an ‘esu-jo’: a sadistic lesbian; she had been the one who earlier had taken most satisfaction from abusing and punishing my breasts. She reached for the small backpack that she had discarded when undressing, and removed from it three lengths of white bondage rope, one shorter than the other two. Helen was ordered to take up a position on her hands and knees in the middle of the floor, and then to crouch lower, bringing her knees forward and her arms backwards. so that her right elbow was pressed against her right knee, and the same on her other side. With practiced dexterity, Setsu stood over the prone redhead and used the two longer lengths of cord to bind her together on each side, the rope being wound round several times just above the adjacent knee and elbow joints.

This task accomplished, Setsu stood back and gazed with satisfaction at the captive body of the beautiful English rose. The tall Japanese dom was hefting the shorter length of rope in her hands, and Helen eyed it apprehensively, clearly well aware of its significance. Drawing out the tension, with the tip of one stiletto-heeled black boot, Setsu prodded Helen’s leg just above the ankle, and gave an imperious single word of command:

‘Wider!’

Helen gulped, but without other demur she shifted her bound knees and elbows further apart, and thus arched her hips open and displayed her cunt more prominently. Setsu swung a leg across and straddled Helen, standing majestically above the redhead’s back. Then I understood the white girl’s fear, for without any warning Setsu lashed out with the remaining length of rope, landing it exactly down the length of the valley between Helen’s cute ass-cheeks. It cracked like a whip, and the final few inches impacted directly on her asshole and the base of her cunt. Helen gave a hoarse shriek, but she had barely time to draw in some breath before Setsu slashed down again, taking her even more directly on the soft flesh of the lower part of her vulva and between the end of her slit and her asshole.

The other cruel Asaian doms laughed to see this and clapped their hands, making encouraging noises and gestures to Setsu. In fact, the sadistic bitch needed no such encouragement, and in short order she lashed the rope across Helen’s butt – two strokes on the left ass-cheek, and two on the right, followed by two more vicious ones right down the middle again. Tears of pain were pouring down Helen’s face, and her body was quaking from the fiery agony of her bruised twat and butt-hole.

It was Kagami, as my rightful owner, rather than Setsu, who then gave me my instructions. These were simple enough: to put on the harness of a large strap-on, and then to take the girlishly pretty redhead from behind in a doggy-fuck, as hard and strong as I could make it. I had never worn a strap-on before – had never even seen one until the previous night – but it seemed entirely natural as I slipped my legs through the straps and tightened the buckles until the face-plate was pressing against my moist and sweaty crotch. Although I am almost completely a submissive, still I do get off on doggy-fucking another sub, especially a young and pretty one, if I get the chance. Ever since this first time, when I do so, I have modelled myself on the way that Kagami initially raped me – and so I metamorphose briefly into a savage cunt-grinding dom, to the surprise of my sex partners, but usually to their howls of delight (a few times, to their howls, but that makes no difference to me and I carry on regardless of their pleas).

The Asian girls took particular delight in watching the scene that resulted, for if the Japanese and Chinese have deeply rascist attitudes towards black people like myself (and I know painfully well that they do!), they also still have a chip on their shoulder from an inferiority complex regarding their former white masters, especially the British and the Americans. The Japanese students drank in the sight of the ‘imperialist’ white girl getting an unrestrained pussy-pounding from a jet black ‘slave-girl’, and in truth both Helen and I really got off on the symbolism of it as well. Following orders, I took her first from behind, slamming the dildo into the gaping sloppy chasm of her vagina as hard as I could. Taking the bound white girl, especially with the fantasy that I was raping her, fired me up, and I quivered in a climax only seconds after forcing Helen into hers.

After this, the redhead was rebound by Setsu into a hogtie, with her knees splayed wide apart and her ankles drawn up behind her and roped to her handcuffed wrists. I was ordered to resume fucking her in the missionary position, and her eyes were riveted on my huge black breasts and inch-long erect nipples as they swung inches above her face. I was doing my hardest to make each thrust into Helen’s pussy as deep and forceful as I could, but evidently Midori felt that I was flagging, as she picked up Setsu’s discarded rope and laid several caning strokes across my pumping buttocks. The last of these, delivered with vicious force just after I had buried the dildo all the way into Helen, made me scream, but the sound was almost drowned out by the shrieks of the sexy redhead underneath me as she came in a roiling series of climaxes.

I was spent, and collapsed across Helen’s stomach and chest, her breasts almost disappearing as my buge boobs pillowed between us. However, there was only a moment’s respite in this inter-racial sapphic orgy, for their short rest had revived the Japanese dykes, and they then proceeded to take the two of us again, over and over in a marathon bondage and penetration session that was interrupted only for bouts of making Helen and I suck their slits until they spurted pussy-juice over our faces.

My complete initiation into lesbian submission lasted for most of the remainder of that iconic, amazing, awesome day. That was five weeks ago, and since then I have wallowed in lesbian abuse and rape, pretending usually to struggle (though not too much) as I am dragged away from my menial chores, and made to pussy-eat or be gang-banged for an hour or two. I am often bruised and sore in my cunt and around my big breasts, upon which they lavish their cruel dominating lusts, and so I don’t have to pretend to be in pain or fear, though usually I exaggerate it a good deal – as there is nothing these four Japanese dykes (which they are in their aggressive actions, although they look like demure and delicate femmes) like more than to abuse their ‘kuronbo kyonyu’ [it’s a very coarse expression, meaning ‘nigger giant tits’] and to see her in sexual agony from their bondage, tit-abuse, and vaginal and (especially) anal rape.

Sometimes I have wondered – where has this shameless sapphic slut come from, this submissive slave to their every sexual demand? Was she always there, below the conscious surface that is so conventional and constrained, and was this the reason for my lack of confidence and effort in heterosexual relationships? Or was she forged from melted soft wax in the hot crucible of my lesbian rape, created by this gang of Japanese dominatrixes who conquered and captured me, and molded me to their perverted desires? Did they reshape my sexual orientation into something it would never otherwise have become, as they they violated both my cunt and my mind with equally devastating effects? I will never know now, never truly know how this journey began, and I can only be sure of its destination. I have embraced my identity as a submissive lesbian whore for the Japanese mistresses whom I desire and fear in equal measure, to be their sex-slave, to be used and abused, and passed round for the pleasure of any woman they choose to give me to. I am indeed their ‘makkuro manko’ [blackest of black cunts], their ‘sureibu ama’ [slave bitch], their ‘kaiawase rezu’ [cunt-grinding lezzie], and utterly ‘uke’ [bottom] to their dominant ‘seme’ [top].

In any case, my fate and future are now settled. Kagami is taking me with her, back to Japan, when we finish our respective degree courses in the summer. Her father is a very successful and wealthy businessman, the owner of an important group of companies, and his only child is going straight into a senior executive position, as the start of her training to suceed him eventually. She has offered me a job, to work ‘under her’ – I know well what that means, it means a bruised pussy and an aching asshole, but still it is a great opportunity for a fresh young graduate with no previous work experience. I know I’ll be good at it too – the proper business work, I mean, not just what my tits and cunt and ass get used for. Maybe, if she wants me – in every sense – I’ll stay with Kagami right to the top, and become the next CEO’s right-hand woman, as well as her secret slit-licker. Anyway, I have accepted Kagami’s offer to be her PA – and also what she calls her PB, which stands for ‘Pussy-fuck Bitch’.

I am eagerly looking forward to life in Japan. During the day, I will work as an office-slave, and the Japanese women will treat me with casual contempt; at night, I will be a sex-slave, and they will slake their devouring dyke desires upon the black body that they spurn by day – Kagami is going to make me her ‘Yoruno-onna’, which means literally ‘Night-girl’; in practice, a prostitute. She says there are many Japanese and Korean bisexual and lesbian dominant businesswomen who will drool at the chance to fuck a big-titted young black babe like me, who will pay her a thousand dollars to have me as their sex toy for just one night, though she warns me that some of them – especially the older ones – will use me really rough and hard. I will do whatever Kagami wants me to, and I don’t care about the money – although she says she will give me twenty per cent of what she gets, and also she will pay for all the flimsy lingerie and role-play costumes (their favourite choices will be an American cheerleader, an English schoolgirl, or a Japanese uniformed police-woman) that they will want to tear or cut from my body, as I whimper and plead in helpless bondage, knowing that soon they will savagely abuse my breasts and brutally rape my cunt and asshole.

My pussy is just so hot and wet at the thought of being taken by all these dominant Asian bitches – if Kagami hadn’t got me tied down spread-eagled across her bed, I would be fingering my clit until I come just from thinking about it! Still, she’s only gone through to the communal room to tell the other girls – not just our flat-mates, but also three other Japanese lesbian students – that I am ready to be fucked raw in any way they want, and gang-banged without mercy. Oh, come and take me soon … do me, have me soon! … rape me, over and over, please rape me, oh! RAPE ME SOON!

If you enjoyed this, then you would probably also like the story that I have nearly finished and expect to be posting early in January 2013, called ‘Cheerleader Exchange Student Japanese Lesbian Gang Rape’; it also has a part at the end which continues this story. You might also enjoy my story ‘Hotel-Maid Lesbian Rape’, and perhaps two other more violent lesbian rape stories with inter-racial themes: ‘School-Teacher Lesbian Rape’ and ‘Scene in a Prison Cell’. To find these, and all of my other all-girl lesbian stories, follow the author link at the top of this story.

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Dads bring his 10yo daughter to work and they have fun with his secretary.

To people who are about to read this story:

YES, THIS IS A YOUNG STORY, THAT MEANS UNDERAGE, NOT ADULT. SO IF YOU DON’T LIKE THESE KINDS OF STORIES JUST STAY AWAY. I DON’T NEED TO SEE THE STUPID COMENTS, BECAUSE YOU DON’T LIKE THESE KIND OF STORIES. .

I do like feedback; I’m not a professional writer so I’m sorry if it’s not perfect. I did read through it a few times and I hope I got out most of the dumb mistakes. I’m very sorry if I didn’t.

AT THE OFFICE 1

I had to bring my 10yo daughter Maria with me to work. (My names Joe, I’m in my late 30’s, I work out on a regular basis so I’m pretty good shape.) She had the day off from school, my wife Ann couldn’t take her and our normal sitter was sick at home. I work in an office, and as long she doesn’t cause trouble she been welcome to go there. I have a beautiful secretary Rose, she has long red hair, a huge set if tits and a nice tight ass. She’s been working for me for me for 5 years now, and I’ve been fucking her for last 4 years. I’ve also been fucking my daughter for the last 2 years. My wife isn’t bad looking, B chest size, not bad of an ass, but we don’t have a lot of sex.

My daughter was wearing a white tank top today and a short skirt, with Red thong panties. She likes to tease me with her outfits. I can see her tiny nipples press against the fabric of her shirt. She would also sit across from me when we were alone and spread her legs then put her heels on the chair. I had a perfect view of her red thongs; I got for her not to long ago.

My cock was straining against my pants, it’s been a few hours at work now and I’ve been hard almost all that time. Rose was wearing a damn sexy outfit. She had on a Mini-skirt, that showed her ass off well, and a top that made it look like her tits were bursting out. When she came to work every day she always wore a long jacket to hide what she was wearing. She loved dressing sexy, but she really didn’t like being stared at by strangers. I didn’t get to see her outfits until a year after she started working for me.

I called her in and said my daughter would like to ask you a few questions if you don’t mind. I left the office and closed the door behind me. I had to go to a meeting.

Maria “Do you mind if ask you something personal?”
Rose “Go right ahead sweetie, anything”
Maria “What’s it like to have fake ones?”
Rose “What do you mean?”
Maria “My moms says you have fake breasts, that’s why they’re so big.”
Rose (while laughing) “I assure you, they’re 100% real.”
Maria “WOW, my mom’s are a lot smaller then yours. Can I see them?”
Rose “I don’t think that would be a good idea, what if you father comes back. I could get in a lot of trouble”
Maria “PLEASE, I promise I wont tell, besides it’s the only real way I’ll know for sure. Unless they are fake and you don’t want to me to find out.”
Rose (pausing for a few seconds) “All right honey, I’ll tell you what. You take your shirt off and I’ll take mine off. Is that a deal?”

Without even thinking about it Maria flung her shirt off, now it was Roses turn. Maria was only about 3 or 4 feet away from Rose, as soon as Rose removed her shirt, Maria moved in like a flash. Her dad had shone her several porn videos with lesbian scenes and it always made her wicked horny. He said some women have very sensitive nipples, she hoping Rose was one of those women.

Both her hands went to Rose huge tits, while her mouth went right the nipple. Maria sucked on her nipple, letting her tongue swirl around it as she sucked. She brought the breasts close together so the nipples were almost touching. Then went back and forth, from one to the other. Rose couldn’t help herself; she always had a secret desire to play with a little girl like this. Her nipples also happened to be very sensitive, she lost all inhibitions.

Rose started moaning, she had one hand on the back of Maria’s head and the other moved down to Maria’s ass. Maria let go of Roses breasts with her mouth and moved up to kiss her. As soon as their lips touched Maria’s tongue shot out, Rose opened her mouth and they shared a deep kiss. Rose had moved both hands now under Maria’s skirt and was gripping her tight young ass.

Maria moved her hands down under Rose’s skirt, grabbed her panties and started pulling them down. Rose gave no resistance, she was too deep into it now, her fantasy was coming true. They kissed for several more minutes while they explored each other. Their lips and tongues locked as they moaned over and over.

Maria finally broke from the kiss, she couldn’t wait any longer. Rose sat back on the couch and spread her legs. Maria dove right in, I’d gone down on her many times over the past 2 years, and she’d many videos. Her fingers went to work sliding in and out of Rose’s hot pussy while her tongue went to work on her clit.

Rose almost screamed out from pleasure, watching and feeling this 10yo going down on her like a pro. All she could feel was continuous pleasure coursing thru her body. She clamped her eyes shut, then grabbed a pillow form off the couch. She covered her face and screamed into the pillow as her orgasm hit her. Her back arched and she forced her pussy against Maria’s invading tongue. Maria went at her even harder, moving 3 of her fingers in and out of Rose’s pussy and now she had 2 fingers in Rose’s ass. Rose never removed the pillow from her face, as another orgasm shot thru her body, even larger then the last one.

Maria didn’t let up, and now she could hear Maria’s voice moaning, and felt her face being shoved against her pussy again and again. She suddenly heard Maria cry out, so she opened her eyes. What she saw made her cum again, Joe was behind his daughter, slamming his cock into her pussy. Maria had just hit had her own orgasm that’s why she cried out. Suddenly Joe went stiff; he thrust forward as he exploded deep inside Maria’s tight little pussy. She could see Maria was in pure ecstasy; her whole face was glistening from Rose’s juices.

Maria pulled her head back, turned around and took her dad’s cock into her mouth. She licked every inch of his cock, and sucked him till he was hard again, which didn’t take long. Rose got down on the floor, and Maria lowered her dripping pussy to Rose’s awaiting mouth. Joe got behind his daughter again, only this time he inserted his cock into her ass. He slowly got the head in, then started a slow fucking motion.

Rose let her tongue slide deep into Maria’s pussy, licking up Joe’s cum as it seeped out. As her tongue moved all over, she watched as Joe’s cock slid deeper and deeper. Every once in awhile he would slide out and Rose took him into her mouth, sucking on his entire length. The he would stuff it back in her tiny ass.

Maria reached orgasm several times, she loved the feel of his cock in her ass. Rose was licking and sucking like she was possessed, her tongue felt incredible and only drove her over the edge even faster. Suddenly Joe slammed his entire length in Maria’s ass and let loose like a volcano. He loved fucking his beautiful daughter, especially in her hot little ass.

Joe had a private bathroom, where they each took a turn getting cleaned up, and put themselves back together. Joe promised Rose there would be another round very soon. It made the rest of the day go by much easier once tensions had been released.

Let me know if I should write a #2

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