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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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Chaun desires his new mother-in-law, the changeling desire to become her husband and fuck her hard behind his new bride’s back.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Seven: Illusory Passion
Chapter One: Mother-in-Law Delight
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.

King Edward IV – Shesax, The Kingdom of Secare

A pleased smile spread across my lips. For once, things moved swiftly upon my command. Word had arrived that not only had Knight-Errant Angela been accused of high crimes by the Doge of Raratha, but so had Acolyte Sophia ev’Tith, servant of Saphique and daughter of the contemptible Duchess of Tith. Agnes, the High Abbess of Slata, was eager to disgrace her church’s rival. With her support, Lord-Commander William had no choice but accept the charges levied against Angela.

She was undone. She would never fulfill the Sekar Oracle’s prophecy and steal my throne. My newborn son <em>would</em> follow me as king.

My wife, Queen Lavinia, sipped her goblet of wine, a smile playing on her lips. Her blonde hair spilled about the red brocade of her dress. Her figure had recovered from pregnancy, curvy hips and ample bosom combined with a flat stomach. Radiant.

“It is a pity Lady Delilah’s plan has so spectacularly failed,” she purred.

“I never trusted this changeling she hired to assassinate Angela,” I noted. I glanced at the doors, waiting for a squire to inform us the Knights Deute were assembled to hear Angela’s villainy. The last time I had been in the fortress was to knight Angela. I had so wanted to cut her head off and see her dead.

But politics interfered. The Knights Deute had too much power to be so affronted. So I had to be subtle, relying on Lady Delilah’s plans or hiring deadly warlocks.

My eyes bored into the wooden door. “Changelings are slaves to their cocks.”

“Aren’t all men?” laughed my wife.

I smiled. “But changeling are birthed of Las, so he could not resist Angela’s charms. They are ample.”

“Do you want her dead, or do you want to bed her?” Heat simmered in his wife’s voice.

“Dead. Let the crows enjoy her body.”

The smile grew on Lavinia’s lips as she walked to me, her ample bosom jiggling in the square cut of her bodice, her nipples dimpling the front of her dress. She hooked her arm through mine, her perfume filling my nose. “Good.”

Thoughts of throwing my wife over the table, hiking her skirt, and ravishing her hard surged through my mind. She would gasp and moan, her supple pussy gripping my cock. Lavinia had a cunt fit for a king.

Prime, Zeutchian cunt.

And then the quick rap on the door and then a young squire entered, her hair cut short, her face fresh. She stood back straight though her lower lip trembled. “Your Majesty, the Knights Deute have assembled and await at your pleasure.”

I nodded. She was quite the morsel. Lavinia’s hips shifted, a low purr rising from her throat. My wife agreed. The squire was delectable. But the knights awaited along with High Abbess Agnes. It was time to end the threat to my throne. No more skulking. No more relaying on dubious warlocks or unreliable changelings. No more hoping that Lady Delilah’s plan would succeed.

Angela would never reach the dragon Dominari.

“Shall we?” I asked my wife.

“Yes.” Her eyes flicked to the squire. “Remain here, girl, to attend us after the audience.”

“Yes, your Majesty.”

As we strode out, my wife said with a breathless whisper, “You’ll enjoy her.”

The assembled Knights Deute saluted when we stepped into the large hall, their armor clanking. The men wore their full plate, the women in their half-plate, each in a surcoat with their family’s coat of arms upon them. We strode down the central aisle, and I favored the knights with regal nods. At the front stood Knight-Commander William beside the High Abbess, who looked in her early twenties despite approaching her sixties—the magics of Slata preserving the temple-prostitute’s appearance.

“Your Majesty,” saluted the Knight-Commander, his weathered face grave.

Behind the Knight-Commander, a pair of ornate chairs had been set on a hastily raised dais. They were at odds with the austere and practical construction of the fortress. Heavy buttresses lined the long walls, no tapestries or other finery to hide the bluntness of the architecture.

I hated it.

I held my wife’s hand as she sat daintily upon her seat before I sat down. That was the extant of our participation. We were here for ceremony and to lend the weight of the Secaren throne upon the proceedings. Most of being a king was filled with such trivialities—actions taken for the sake of appearance.

“My brothers and sisters,” the Knight-Commander orated, his voice booming through the hall, “one of our number has proved herself to be a villain and befouled the proud name of our order. Knight-Errant Angela ev’Xarin has committed high crimes against the person and property of Aurelius, Doge of the Free-City of Raratha.”

The knights maintained their disciplined and made not a sound, but I could see their posture shift, their faces tighten. Anger simmered. Angela had besmirched their collective honor, and they would see it rectified.

Angela could not escape their retribution.

“To reclaim our order’s honor, we must deliver justice. From this moment forward, Knight-Errant Angela ev’Tith is attainted. Her name shall be stricken from our rolls. The villain and her companions shall be returned to the Free City of Raratha. To aid our order in restoring our honor, High Abbess Agnes shall provide six priestesses to join our company.

“Now who shall lead our justice?”

A knight stepped forward, his armor clinking, his face set. A handsome man, flowing, brown locks spilling about his shiny pauldrons. He stopped before the Knight-Commander and knelt. “I beg your leave in hunting down the villainous Angela to restore our orders honor and my own.”

The Knight-Commander nodded. “Sir Kevin shall lead our justice. He needs five brothers or sisters to aid him.”

I smiled as Kevin rose. Five more knights, two male and three female stepped out of the crowd and joined him. Six knights, all skilled fighters, aided by six priestess of Slata and wielding divine magics. They would hunt Angela down and the Doge of Raratha would see to her execution.

I reached out and took my wife’s hand. She favored me a smile. I had secured our son’s future.

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Yowlia, Lamia Slave – The Elpa Estuary, The Free City of Hargone

I gripped the railing of the sluggish sloop named the Mermaid’s Embrace. The merchant ship entered the mile-wide mouth of the River Elpa, my eyes darting at the eastern bank where the rich of Hargone dwelt in ornate mansions, surrounded by palm trees and monuments of limestone and granite, proof of their wealth. The western bank was the opposite, mud-brick tenements crowded together, the streets narrow, the homes of the poor. My tail swished back and forth as I kneaded the wood railing, a purr rising in my throat as I stared at the sights.

I always loved Hargone. The bright sun reflecting off the blue of the river, the green of the plants, the white of the buildings, and the yellow of the desert sands kept back by the fertility of the Elpa. My ears twitched with my excitement at being back in Hargone.

A hand seized my tail. The chain attached to my iron slave collar rattled. My natural instincts as a lamia was to hiss and pull my tail away. It was not comfortable for it to be held. My tail gave me balance and expressed my moods. It often had a life of its own, so to feel it constrained meant my freedom was constrained.

But the trainers of Shizhuth beat that out of me.

I trembled, recognizing the touch of my master. His fingers stroked the tawny hair. The sensation rippled up my tail to my pussy. Another way I had been trained. The touch of my master always excited my cunt. My juices flowed and beaded my shaved lips. My ears twitched as he moved up behind me.

“Always curious,” he said in Shizhuthian. It was doubtful any of the sailors knew the language of the Empire. Despite my master’s crimes, he still wore the topknot of a Shizhuthian Warleader. I was his reward for leal service to the naga rulers of the Empire.

I preferred serving him than my naga mistress. His cruelty excited, not harmed, me. Farson had won my loyalty and heart for his crimes. He did not need the collar to keep me at his side. But I was glad he kept it on me. I liked everyone knowing he owned me.

His hand stroked up my tail. He pressed behind me and leaned over, his lips brushing my ear. It twitched as he whispered, “They never could beat your curiosity out of you.”

“No, Master,” I breathed, pressing my ass back and feeling his cock bulge his leathers. He did not wear his black armor on the ship. I purred as I rubbed my wet pussy into his crotch, grinding on him. The more he stroke my tail the hotter my poor cunt became. “I made a poor slave.”

He licked my ear. A shudder ran through my body.

We had sailed from Raratha two days ago when Farson discovered Angela’s goal. The High King’s sword was a revered treasure to the humans on this side of the Despeir Mountains, but to the Empire, it was unknown. After he took the bounty on the knight, Farson investigated why a Knight Deute would want the Doge’s treasure, and we uncovered the legend.

She would be on the Island of Birds right now, scaling Mount Peritito. After she finished, she would come to Hargone to find the Mirage Gardens of the efreet Riad. Out in the Halanian desert, legend had it, the Gardens could be found, appearing out of the haze dancing on the horizon if an offering of nubile flesh was made.

So we would be here to wait for her and strike at the most opportune time.

Master’s free hand rested on my hip. Then he stroked up my side to my round breast. He cupped it. His palm, calloused from his sword, rubbed my nipple. My purr increased. I felt his ardor rising for me.

My hand reached behind me. I felt around for the lacings of his pants. His hands squeezed my breast and stroked my tail. I yowled in delight, the pleasure surging through me as my nimble fingers untied his lacings. I reached in and found his cock. I stroked his throbbing shaft and brought it to my dripping cunt.

“Wrong hole, slave.”

My asshole clenched. “Yes, Master.”

No lube or grease coated his dick, not even my copious juices. He would hurt me and love it. I drew his dick up through the crack of my asshole. I shuddered as his thick tip rested against my sphincter.

“Rape my ass, Master,” I moaned, knowing the words would please him as much as my screams of pain.

Master thrust.

I yowled as the agony burned through my ass. He drove his cock all the way into my unlubed bowels. My body shuddered as the pain spread through me. My back arched and my claws dug into the ship’s railing.

“It hurts,” I whimpered, my pussy clenching. Despite the pain, pleasure built in my core. “Please, please, pull out of my ass, Master.”

I didn’t want him to pull out. His strokes were hard, fast, brutal. My tail tried to rip out of his hand, but he held it in his strong grip. My ears twitched and my mouth opened wide as I yowled in pain again. And yet my juices dripped down my thighs. My hips moved, bucking back into his thrusts.

“You’re hurting me, Master.”

“So?” he grunted. “You’re my slave. I can hurt you if I want. And you just have to take it.”

His balls smacked into my taint. My bowels clenched on his dick. I shuddered, the pain increasing along with the excitement in my pussy. My hips moved faster, fucking him back. I embraced the pain. I let it fill me as the tears spilled down my cheeks.

“Yes, Master. You can…hurt me,” I moaned. “The Empress’s fangs, it hurts. So badly, Master.”

His hand squeezed my breast. His lips kissed at my neck. I arched it, my ears twitching as he sucked and bit. His fingers found my nipple, rolling it. I shuddered as the pleasure met the pain. They mixed together, flowing from one to the other.

It was so hard to tell where agony ended and rapture began. They were mixed up in my mind, both sending wonderful rapture flooding through my thoughts. The louder I moaned my agony, the more I loved it. The more I pressed back into his thrusts and savored his cock raping my ass. I loved it so much.

I loved him.

“Beg for my cum, slave,” he growled. “Beg for me to erupt into your ass.”

A shudder ran through me. My climax swelled. Paingasms were the strongest. They always sent me crashing into wonderful ecstasy. The tip of my tail swished back and forth as he held me in his strong grip. His dick slammed into my ass, each stroke agony and rapture.

“Cum in my ass, Master,” I yowled. My tongue licked out, gathering my salty tears. “Dump your cum in my hole. I’m your slave, Master. Your cum-dump. I live to satiate your lusts. You can hurt me and fuck me and do what you wish to me.”

His fingers pinched my nipple, his nails digging into the sensitive nub. More agony. More rapture.

I came.

My asshole spasmed about his thick cock. The pleasure rushed through my body. Intense feelings tumbled through my mind. I squeezed my eyes shut and yowled my bliss as my juices poured down my thighs. He thrust faster and faster, grunting into my ear as I pleasured his cock.

“That’s it, embrace the pain. It’s my gift to you.”

“Thank you, Master,” I groaned as my orgasm wracked my body. “Thank you for hurting me. For raping my ass. Thank you for using my body. Please, please, dump your cum in me.”

His growl of pleasure sent a flutter of delight through me. I pleased him. I loved him. I served him. The tears running down my cheeks were no longer from the pain. My heart beat so fast as he buried into me and spilled his cum. I shuddered, my bowels milking his dick as his hot seed soothed away the pain.

“My slave,” he groaned then bit my ear.

I yowled in pain, my ear twitching, my bowels clenching on his dick. “Your slave.”

I turned my head, staring at him over my shoulder. I wanted to kiss him, but he never would while in public. Not when the sailors, who should be manning the ship as it navigated the busy Elpa river to its dock, watched us.

A Shizhuthian Warleader and shadowmancer did not show affection to anyone. Love was weakness. After all, it led to Farson’s crime.

But it was me he loved so I forgave that weakness.

He ripped his cock out of my asshole. The cum leaking out stung my burning sphincter. I ignored the pain and turned, kneeling before him. His cock was dirty and I had to clean it. I licked at the softening shaft, my rough tongue cleaning my sour ass from his dick.

“That is quite the slave you got,” a sailor said, advancing on my Master. He was a Halanian, his ebony skin darker than my master’s swarthy complexion. I was so pale in comparison, my skin ivory. Human women tanned in the sun, but not lamia.

Farson ignored him, his hand stroking my hair. I loved it when he did that. It made my whole body tingle. I purred as I cleaned his cock of my ass, my tail swishing freely, brushing the wooden posts of the ship’s railing.

“Quite the slave. How much would you charge me for a blowjob? I hear lamia’s purr make a man’s cock feel like it’s in Slata’s holy cunt.”

“You do not want to pay my price,” Master said, still stroking me.

“Sure I do.” The sailor grinned, showing white teeth. They were so bright compared to his dark skin. “I have a pouch full of coin.”

Master looked down at me, a smile crossing his lips. It was cruel. Sadistic. My pussy clenched and my tail swished faster. “Are you sure you want to pay the price?”

I purred louder and sucked on my master’s cock. I loved it when he made men pay the price for using me. His fingers scratched harder between my ears and my entire body tingled.

“I do. You don’t see too many lamia cunts outside the Empire. Might be my only chance.”

“Okay. Slave, suck his cock. Make him dump his cum down your throat.”

I popped my mouth of Farson’s dick. “Yes, Master.”

I licked my lips and turned, reaching for the Halanian’s pants. They were loose, made of linen, and held closed by a thin, rope belt. I untied the knots and the pants fell down his muscular thighs. His cock was large and thick. Halanian men always boasted on their girth.

This sailor could back up those claims.

I stroked it then leaned forward and licked the dark tip, tasting his precum. My lips parted, and I sucked his dick into my mouth. I purred, and the pirate groaned, his eyes widening as he felt the pleasure of my humming sounds. I slid his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth and swallowed his cock.

“Vedr’s queef,” groaned the sailor.

“Better than the stories, eh?” my Master grinned, his hand resting on the hilt of his dagger.

“Yes,” groaned the sailor. His hands gripped the side of my head. “Gods, the way she hums… The pleasure of Slata’s cunt.”

My ears twitched and my tail swished. I purred louder and louder as I bobbed my mouth, sliding his thick dick in and out of my throat. I fucked my mouth on his cock while my tail slid around and rubbed at the wet folds of my pussy. My stiff hairs teased my flesh. Pleasure swelled.

I hummed louder.

I focused my tail on my clit, teasing the nub with my hairs. I stroked it in circles, shuddering. As my juices matted down my hairs, I used different parts of my tail, sliding it around my pussy, keeping the dry hairs stimulating my flesh while I pleasured the Halanian.

“Keep humming,” he groaned, his body shuddering. “Gods, I’m going to erupt. It’s too much. Her purring… Vedr’s queef, yes. Yes.”

The muscles in his bare, sweat-glistening chest bulged. He tossed back his head. His cock throbbed in my throat as he dumped his cum straight into my belly. I rubbed my tail harder against my clit, stimulating it, pleasure floating through me, my orgasm hurtling closer and closer as the sailor’s jizz warmed my stomach.

Anticipation gripped me. My heart thudded with excitement. His dick popped out of my mouth, and I smiled at him. Now he paid the price.

The sailor turned, reaching for his money pouch. “How many coins? Gods, she was worth—”

My master’s dagger flashed from its sheath and cut through the air, slashing through the sailor’s still hard cock. It fell to the ground. The sailor screamed and then dropped to the deck, emasculated for touching me.

I shuddered, my claws extending and digging into the planks of the decking as my orgasm crashed through me. No man touched me but my Master. His crime. I still remembered the way the general screamed as he stared at his severed cock, his cum still dripping from my sore asshole.

The crew reacted. They scrambled, grabbing clubs and truncheons. Others pounded their fists into open palms. All stared with rage at Farson. His sword was in the cabin along with his armor. But he didn’t need them.

As my orgasm peaked through me, the shadows along the deck writhed and came to life. The sailors screamed in shock as their own shadows surged towards Farson, gathering at his feet like a writhing mass of tentacles, leaving each man cursing, staring in shock as they stared at the bright decks before them. The tentacles reached out, surging along the deck for them.

“Your friend agreed to pay any price,” Farson said in his deep baritone. “The fool should have asked what that was before using my slave’s mouth.”

The fear bleeding off the sailors filled my nose. It was such a delectable scent. I nuzzled against my master’s leg. He was so strong, and he loved me. Together, we would find Angela and her thieving companions, unleash shadows upon them, and return their heads to Raratha.

And then my Master would be so rich.

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Xerathalasia – Mount Peritito Caldera, The Island of Birds

“Oh, yes,” moaned Minx as she masturbated furiously, pumping four fingers in and out of her cunt. The halfling humped, oblivious to the words Angela read from the letter found on the dead gnome who attacked us with alchemy. Minx frigged her cunt because of a lust bomb, the spicy substance itching my nose and tingling my pussy and nipples. “Come fuck me, Xera. I’ll rub the cream on your clit, then you can ram that huge elf-dick into me.”

I ignored her, my hands prying at the hardened foam trapping my legs. The gnome had thrown sticky bombs at us. Thrak and Angela had hacked their way free, and Minx nimbleness allowed her to escape, but Sophia, Xandra, Faoril, Chaun, and myself were stuck. And it wasn’t a good place to be trapped. We were in the caldera of Mount Peritito on a constructed, stone bridge over a churning lava lake. Gases bleached from the glowing pool below, reeking of rotten eggs. My keen, elven senses were blunted by the odor, dense gas, and cacophony of orgiastic imps.

The imps had me as worried as the proclamation Angela found on the dead gnome. No, they had me more worried. So there was a price on my head and unscrupulous people would try to kill or capture me? That was the future. The present was far more threatening. The sex-obsessed imps—small, red, horned things constantly stroking their dicks, eager to fuck us to death—were in a damiana-fueled orgy. Eventually, they would snap out of it and turn their attention on us.

Worse, our magic users were depowered by another of the gnome’s alchemical concoctions.

“We need to be freed,” I said. “Before the imps recover.”

“No, you need to fuck me!” moaned Minx, her metallic-bronze face contorting in bliss. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

“Yes, Angela,” Sophia called out, fear tinging her voice. The slim priestess’s white robes pulled tight against her legs by the foam. Her green eyes sparkled with fright. “I don’t want to be raped by the imps. I’m not Faoril.”

“Hey,” the mage gasped, her silver nose piercing almost entirely red in the magma’s glow. Her short, brown hair framed her indignant face. “I needed cum for my magic. It was just a coincidence I enjoyed the imp’s cock.”

“Not the time, ladies,” Chaun said, a hint of fear in the changeling’s voice. “I’m with Sophia on the no imp rape.”

Xandra—the young avian who married Chaun last night, much to the philandering changeling’s shock—nodded her head in agreement. “Chaun…” Fear stained her melodic voice, her bright-sapphire eyes gazing up at Chaun.

“We’ll be fine,” he reassured her, the cadence of his voice changing. The look he gave his avian wife was gentle. He reached out and brushed back a light-blue lock of her hair, his midnight-black skin stark against her pale flesh. The marriage may have been a shock to Chaun, but he harbored true feelings for the trembling girl.

“They’re right, Angela,” Thrak said. The swarthy orc gave the knight a comforting pat on the shoulder.

“Hurry, Thrak,” Faoril said. “I feel so naked without my magic.”

Thrak hefted his two-handed ax and walked with long strides down the bridge. Minx reached for him with her free hand, begging for Thrak’s “big, thick, amazing cock” to fuck her hard. The orc ignored her and swung his weapon. Hardened foam flew in all directions, and a crack raced toward my legs.

Movement caught my eye. I stared at the caldera wall above the tunnel which led back to the avian’s barrier and Black Glass Aerie. I stared at the black basalt. Did I see red? It was hard to tell through the rising fumes. My pointed ears twitched as I studied the rocks.

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Lady Delilah

My heart hammered in my chest. The elf’s senses were far too sharp. I pressed my cheek against the volcanic rock and hunched my body down. How could I escape if the elf investigated? Above, the walls of the caldera sloped inward to a roughly circular opening. All the fumes bellowed out of it.

I would have to reveal my true form to fly up there. They would all see me. I couldn’t have that. I should have just killed Fredagest and damned the consequences. I probably could have controlled myself.

Probably.

I listened. My elvish form gave me keen senses. That’s ax thwunked over and over into the foam while Minx moaned and gasped, still gripped by the damiana. The imps howled and chittered as they fucked each other. Angela and her companions were worried. Without Faoril’s magic, they could be cut off by the imps from the tunnel.

I hoped that would temper Xera’s inquisitiveness.

“Saphique’s generous milk,” panted Sophia. “Can we go?”

“Please,” the sing-song voice of Xandra said.

“Xera,” Angela asked, “what are you looking at?”

“I thought I saw something.”

I tensed.

“Fuck me, Xera,” moaned Minx. “My pussy needs your elf-cock.”

“Is it important?” asked Angela. “The imps can stop fucking at any moment.”

“No, no,” the elf answered. “Just be ready.”

“I always am.”

I had never been so happy about degenerate imps lurking near me. Angela’s chainmail rattled as she led the way. Her and her companions’ boots and shoes thundered across the bridge and raced to the tunnel. Minx moaned the entire way, her fingers making wet squelches as she frigged her cunt.

Then they entered the tunnel.

I sighed in relief. It was dangerous getting this close to Angela. It wasn’t time to reveal myself. She didn’t have all the sword pieces yet. She was skilled. I could be comfortable in her handling the next threats. She had to be strong. So I should return to Shesax and learn what new mischief King Edward had embarked upon to hinder Angela.

My fingers flexed. The sounds of Angela and her companions dwindled. I transformed and flew towards the opening above.

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Knight-Errant Angela – Black Glass Aerie, the Island of Birds

The barrier wavered and rippled before me, a wall of water trapping us inside the caldera. Xandra had used her shaman magics to control the water elemental that formed the barrier and let us through. A chill shuddered down my spine.

“Xandra, can you use your magic?” I asked.

“Oh, no,” she gasped, her voice echoing down the tunnel. “We’re stuck.”

The orgy of the imps echoed down the tunnels. They still fucked each other, but how long would that last? What would wear off first: the damiana or the antimagic compound? Minx still shuddered and gasped in Thrak’s arms. He held her small form easily despite her contortions and constant begging for his cock.

“No, there is someone on the other side of the barrier,” Xera said.

I peered at the rippling water. It distorted so much, but there did appear to be shadowy forms on the other side of the barrier. Hope surged in me. I waved my arms and shouted. Everyone else joined me, a chorus of “Help,” “Let us out,” and “Open the barrier” echoed down the tunnel.

I threw a look over my shoulder. I didn’t see any imps at the tunnel’s mouth. But they could come any moment. I felt so helpless. My sword couldn’t cut water. Thrak and I could hold off the imps for a while, but for how long?

Long enough for Xandra to regain her powers?

The water rippled and parted. A group of avians stood on the other side. I recognized two: Shaman Farsight, who forbade us entry last night, and Chief Flint, his hard eyes on us. The other two were male and female, middle years, the woman beautiful and delicate, with the same shade of sky-blue hair as Xandra. The man stood tall, though he was slim like all of his race, his eyes a bright sapphire and his hair crimson.

“Xani,” the pair said together in relief, their voices as singsong as Xandra’s.

Xandra squeaked out, “Hi.”

“Xandra Sky,” the elderly Farsight clucked, his skin paper-thin showing off the veins beneath his face as he scowled. “You were forbidden from allowing these outsiders to enter.”

Xandra stepped beside me, her head raised though she trembled. Chaun moved up behind her, his black hand resting on her pale shoulder. She spoke, her voice trembling, “I believed her to be the chosen one we have protected the piece of the sword for. She is the High King’s descendant and already possesses two other pieces of the sword.”

The elderly avian’s eyes narrowed. “And the opinion of a flightless woman should hold any weight?”

Xandra flinched. Avians possessed the ability to transform into a bird and fly. It was supposed to mark the transition between adolescence and adulthood. But Xandra couldn’t change. From what I gathered, she still had her adolescent name and had never been allowed to choose her adult name despite her age. As the prophecy said, she was the nameless shaman. And it was clear she found her heart in Chaun.

I never expected that to happen. But even the changeling appeared in love with his new mate. He had lost his heart and she had found it, as the Lesbius Oracle predicted.

“It doesn’t matter,” Xandra said. “She has the piece. Since I am no longer of Black Glass Aerie and have joined with my mate, I have not violated your commands because you have no authority over me.”

She trembled. Chaun squeezed her shoulder. She seemed to draw strength from him. Farsight let out a harrumphing snort, his jaw working. Had Xandra never stood up against his authority? It left the older shaman speechless.

“It is done,” Flint spoke. “The piece is hers. They have claimed it. We were never supposed to guard it forever.”

“The wind has willed it,” Farsight nodded. “The outsiders passed the test. They have achieved it. Xandra has served them well.”

I furrowed my brow. What was he doing? Trying to save himself more embarrassment by lying.

“Thank you, Shaman Farsight,” Xandra said.

“Xandra,” her mother said, a big smile on her face. “You have found such a strong mate, and I know you shall find honors with him that you can’t here.”

“Thank you, Mother.”

“I’m honored to be her mate, Madam,” Chaun said, his voice honey-smooth.

I gave him a look. His violet eyes had that charming, interesting look he got when he saw a beautiful woman. His ebony ears twitched above his silver hair. He couldn’t help himself. Color blossomed in his mother-in-law’s cheeks as he gave her that dazzling smile.

I hoped he wouldn’t get us in trouble. Avians were monogamous. Strictly so. And Chaun might be the first changeling to ever marry. His kind were birthed by the God Las, and they carried his lusts in their veins. Their powers let them assume the form of a woman’s lover or husband so they could seduce her and impregnate her.

And Chaun was skilled at seduction.

Beside me, Sophia let out a pleased sighed. I glanced at her and arched an eyebrow.v
“Nothing,” she whispered.

“We had begun preparing the feast for you and Raincloud’s departure,” Xandra’s father said, “before we realized you had left.”

“For me?” Xandra said. “But I’m not leaving to go join another aerie like Raincloud is.”

“No, but you’re leaving with your mate. And that should be celebrated.” Her father nodded at her.

Xandra beamed.

I wasn’t so excited. I wanted to leave Black Glass Aerie and get back to the Golden Hunger. We had to sail south to Hargone and find our way to the Mirage Gardens in the Halani Desert. A feast sounded like it would take the day.

Bounty hunters pursued us. The reward Doge Aurelius placed on us staggered me. 5000 gold dupondius for each of us and another 10,000 for the pommel of the High King’s sword. Every sellsword, bounty hunter, mercenary, and adventurer would come after us for that.

Maybe even Captain Thyrna, the pirate who owned the Golden Hunger. She had smuggled us to the Island of Birds and agreed to sail us across the Nimborgoth as we pursued our quest. What if she found the prospect of so much gold to outweigh the treasure we had paid her?

Or maybe she would betray us. She was a pirate.

Chieftain Flint fell in beside me. “So…what became of the two bounty hunters?”

“Two?” I asked.

“There was only one,” Sophia said. She leaned out to peer around me at the chieftain. “The gnome.”

“You did not see the red-haired elf?” The chief’s large eyes blinked. “I assure you, Shaman Farsight let in two.”

“No elf has red hair,” Xera said. “Our hair comes in various hues of green.”

“We saw that redheaded elf the day we met you,” Sophia said. “Remember.”

I nodded my head, remembering that day months ago. “Yes. She ran and led us right to you. If she hadn’t, we never would have rescued you from the basilisk.”

Xera frowned. “Yes, yes. I remember that. My hunters never located her. No one knew of a red-haired elf.”

“Strange,” I frowned. “And now another red-haired elf has appeared here.”

“What does that mean?” Sophia asked.

I glanced over my shoulder at the rippling barrier. “I don’t know. Whoever this elf is, I don’t think she’s getting out of there.”

I bit my lip. So much strange things had happened since I left Shesax. Someone hired the warlock Fireeyes to kill me. And that warlock had an amulet that was twin of the garnet pendant that I wore, a gift from Lady Delilah. But then Chaun was hired by Lady Delilah to aid me.

Why would she help Fireeyes then help me?

I pictured the flaming-haired woman, a knight like me. She was beautiful, my first girlhood crush. I could still remember perfectly the first time I saw her. She was riding up to my family’s manor on her horse, looking so beautiful and strong and glamorous. At that moment, I wanted to be a Knight Deute, too.

Could Lady Delilah be the elf…?

No, that was ridiculous. Lady Delilah was as human as Sophia, Faoril, or me. It was impossible for her to change forms.

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Chaun

My fingers danced on the lyre as I sang with Xandra. She sat beside me on her knees, her voice providing a beautiful counter harmony to my melody. She had never heard the song and yet created a complimentary, and complex, melody on the spot.

The musical talents of the avians were astounding. All my years of training at the College of Az to do what her race naturally did. They only lacked my ability to manipulate with song, to influence emotions, to enthrall and terrify, to inspire true grief or burning lust. The final magics of a bard.

She was a wonderful girl.

I glanced at her. She shone with the the white aura of a married woman, a beacon that shone to any changeling. We were drawn to married women most, to seduce and impregnate them. When I looked at any woman, the image of their lover or spouse would rise in my mind. I could assume the form, mimic him, and then seduce her. It was how my kind bred. Only in a married woman would my seed find fertile soil.

And only if I appeared as her husband.

When I looked at Xandra, my own form rose in my mind. I was the man she loved and was married to. When I made love to her, I cuckolded myself. I could feel it. It was amazing, remarkable. I think I was falling in love with her.

But I loved someone else. It tore my heart. Princess Adelaide, my married lover, was out there. I yearned for her as much as Xandra. I was banished from her husband’s court after I was caught in her bed. At the time, I wore the form of her husband, so she was able to feign innocent.

I fled with a bounty on my head and my reputation as a bard ruined. I lost my princess. I should forget her, but it was hard. Golden-locks, bountiful breasts. The opposite of slim, petite Xandra in every way.

I tore my eyes from Xandra and looked out at the dancing avians. The feast was underway, the aerie full of songs, dancing, and food. In the air, avians transformed into birds wheeled and soared, creating complex dances impossible on the ground.

And everywhere I looked was a married woman. Their auras all shone so bright, showing their commitment. I had never seen like it. Human women were rarely monogamous, even if they vowed to be when they married. Some husbands had no fear of their women straying, but others, like Prince Kivnar, were jealous and possessive.

But here, no woman strayed. They embraced monogamy.

My dick ached. I had to violate a marriage. I had to seduce a woman into infidelity even if she didn’t know she broke her vows. I yearned to transform into an avian and cuckold. And my eyes kept falling on the beautiful Shathil.

Xandra’s mother.

My cock raged in my pants, pressing against my codpiece. I wanted her. My mother-in-law. It would be the most delicious seduction. She was Xandra matured into Princess Adelaide’s beauty. Round breasts, curvy hips, and flashing, ruby eyes. There was a sensuous twist to those lips. And only one man had kissed them.

I wanted to be the second.

The song ended and those listening clapped. I set my lyre down and took a quick bow. Xandra gave me a questioning look as I stretched. I needed to slip away. “Just need to relieve myself,” I told her and gave her a kiss.

“Oh, yes, hurry back,” she said.

Xandra was clingy. I didn’t mind. It was wonderful to be around her. She was nubile in bed, eager to learn everything I could teach her. I loved how she smelled, how she kissed, how she felt sitting next to me.

But I couldn’t seduce her mother if she wouldn’t give me a moment’s space.

Sophia stood, smoothing her white robes before walking to join me. I frowned at the acolyte. She usually avoided me. She was the only woman in the group that didn’t throw herself at me. I could see it in her eyes—she was attracted to me, if ever so slightly, and that annoyed the lesbian. She was sworn to Saphique, vowed to never touch a man sexually, and she took that seriously.

“Yes?” I asked.

“You keep staring at Xandra’s mother with interest.”

I tensed. “And?”

“Are you looking to enjoy a married avian?”

“You are reading too much into simple glances,” I laughed. “I am just being polite. She is, after all, my mother-in-law.”

“And very beautiful.” A grin crossed her lips. “Like her daughter. Just delicious.”

“Maybe it’s you that is looking too much at Shathil.”

“I’ve been looking at Xandra.”

I paused, peering at her. “Do you want to sleep with my wife?”

Her grin was impish, her green eyes sparkling. “It would keep her away from you. I notice how…close she’s been. I keep your wife busy, and you can have your vulgar fun with the mother. Everyone wins.”

“And do you think you’re going to continue a relationship with Xandra?”

“Hopefully.”

“I get to watch if you do.”

Sophia worked her lips, some of the excitement fading from her eyes. “Fine. She is your wife. But no joining in. You want a threesome with Xandra, you’ll have to find someone else.”

“It’s a deal,” I nodded.

“Good.” Sophia let out a squeal and then gave me a brief hug. She turned and rushed back to Xandra, her robes flapping about her legs, suddenly so girlish.

I paused to watch Sophia fall to her knees beside Xandra and whisper in my wife’s ear. Xandra’s sapphire eyes found mine. They were so large and round on her face, making her appear even more innocent. She licked her lips and nodded. She stood, smoothing her colorful skirt, and let Sophia lead her off to one of the caves.

I grinned. It was time to seduce my mother-in-law. I slipped into an unused cave, stole a loincloth not unlike the one Thunderhead, my father-in-law, wore. I changed. My body flowed, growing lighter as my bones hollowed. I slimmed, my skin growing pale, my hair turning crimson.

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Acolyte Sophia

Xandra gave me a questioning look as I yanked closed the curtains. The avians lived in caves and used curtains to give themselves privacy. Xandra sat on her bed, a bower made of soft animal skins. She had her hands folded before her. So submissive while her large eyes stared up at me.

“What do you need to talk to me about?”

“Chaun asked me to speak to you about what traveling will be like,” I said. “We’ll be leaving tomorrow, and you’re going to be in for a shock, I think.”

“Oh? I can sleep outdoors. And I spend a lot of time climbing, so I am in good shape. I will not slow the party down.”

I flopped down beside her and rested my left hand on her knee. She was so warm. I caressed her, brushing the hem of her skirt. It covered most of her thigh, which was a pity. She glanced down but didn’t say anything.

“That’s not what he’s worried about. Avians are a…prudish race.”

“Prudish?” She blinked. “What do you mean? I…I did everything Chaun wanted. I sucked his cock and let him lick my pussy. I’ll do anything in bed to please him.” Her cheeks had such a rosy blush to them. “I enjoyed it all so much. Even his cum.”

I did not need to hear that.

“We’ll be moving through human lands. And humans are, well, far more openly sexual. You’re going to see things.”

“Oh.”

“I’m Angela’s lover. You know that?”

She nodded. “Isn’t it…strange to make love to a woman? It doesn’t seem right.”

“Oh, it is very right,” I purred, letting my hand slide up her thigh a little higher, my fingers dipping beneath the hem of her skirt. I savored the warm feel of her silky leg. “Trust me. It is a beautiful thing.”

“Okay,” she said, shifting.

“But I also make love to Faoril and Xera. Well, Xera when she doesn’t have her cock.”

“Make love…” Her eyes widened. “You and Angela are not…mates?”

“No. Women can’t marry.” I shook my head at the mirth of it. “But we’re lovers. We’re committed. But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy others outside of our relationships.”

Her eyes widened. I would have to go so slow with her.

“Angela…cheats on you.”

“Not cheats. I am okay with her enjoying Chaun or Thrak or any other man or woman she wants. Sometimes we enjoy our lovers together.”

“She’s slept with Chaun?” Her eyes were so wide I could dive into them.

“He’s a changeling,” I laughed. “He might have slept with more women than I have. And I serve Saphique.”

“I…I knew he was a changeling, I just…didn’t think. He’s so handsome and… When he looked at me… And last night… It was wonderful.” She gave me such a fearful look. “He wouldn’t cheat on me, right? He wouldn’t break our sacred marriage vows. Luben blessed the dance last night. The God of Love himself. Please, Sophia, please.”

“Of course he would never hurt you,” I said, not liking the deception. “He loves you. The way he acts with you is so different than any woman I’ve seen him with. Relax.”

Her lower lip trembled. “Why are you telling me this? Do I have to share him? I’m not sure I can do that. Angela is so beautiful with her red hair. And Xera is so tall and willowy. And unashamed of the way she walks naked. Even Faoril is pretty.”

Tears beaded her eyes. This was not going the way I hoped. “Shh, you don’t have to share him. The others won’t sleep with Chaun if you’re not okay with it.”

Her eyes widened. “How can I ever be okay with it?”

My hand slid higher. “Well, what if you were with him? Angela, Xera, and Faoril all enjoy being with other women. Most do. It’s something so wonderful. And, of course, being with a woman is different than being with a man. You can’t cheat on Chaun with a woman.”

“What?” she blinked.

“You chose Chaun to be your man. You promised Luben to have no other man, right?”

“Right,” she nodded. She glanced down at my hand sliding higher up her thigh.

“Well, I’m not a man. You didn’t promise you wouldn’t sleep with any women.”

“It’s implied.”

“Is it?” My hand stroked her thigh. She was so warm. I dipped down between her legs, stroking her inner flesh as I rose higher.

“Sophia,” she gasped. “What are you doing?”

“Chaun wants you to make love to me. He knows it’ll make you happy. He needs you to learn, to be prepared, so the two of you can bring other women into your marriage bed.” The words tumbled out of my mouth. I needed her so badly. She was so beautiful and innocent I couldn’t stand traveling with her without ever seducing her. It would be the purest torture. “He needs you to learn how to please a woman.

“So he asked me to teach you.”

“He did?” she asked as I leaned in to kiss her.

“Yes,” I whispered and our lips met.

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Chaun

I wasted no time in finding Shathil. She danced with other women before a fire. Her husband was below, throwing javelins with the other men while drinking. They appeared to be gambling while their wives danced above.

“Thunderhead,” Shathil gasped when I seized her hand.

“I need you,” I said in her husband’s strong voice.

“Ooh, you do,” she purred. The avian females had a submissive streak. They were used to their men making decisions while they stayed at the aerie tending to the hearth and children. I pulled her to me while the other married women let out musical laughs.

I took her into a cave. She giggled and threw her arms around my mouth. My mother-in-law’s lips were hot as she kissed me. She moaned, humping against me. I tasted the sweet berry-wine on her lips. Her arms tightened behind my neck as my dick ached in my loincloth.

I savored her kiss. She had no idea I wasn’t her husband. It excited me. My hands grabbed her ass, squeezing her the way Thunderhead would. She moaned into the kiss as my fingers dug into her ass through her skirt’s fabric.

“Oh, you are so hard today?” she moaned, breaking away and falling down on a bedding of soft furs. “Did you win? Did your javelin find its mark?”

“It’s about to,” I said, ripping off my loincloth and brandishing my hard dick.

“Ooh, yes,” she panted, hiking up her skirt and exposing the blue curls adorning her pussy.

I threw the curtain closed then fell on my knees before my mother-in-law’s cunt. Her tart passion filled my nose. She writhed, her face, Xandra’s beauty matured and ripened, brimming with passion as she undulated.

“Chaun’s song was so stirring,” she moaned. “Our daughter has chosen a passionate man.”

“Yes, she has,” I agreed before I kissed at her inner thighs just the way her husband would. My teeth nipped as I tasted the salt of her flesh.

She groaned and shuddered, her thighs squeezing about my face. She pulled off her sleeveless top, exposing nice, round breasts topped by red nipples. They looked delicious. Each begged to be sucked. They were fatter than her daughter’s, her breasts larger.

I hoped Xandra matured into her mother’s ripe beauty.

I kissed down her thigh, my teeth biting and nipping. I reached her pussy, her scent filling my nose. I spread her labia open and then took a long, slow lick, gathering her tart juices on my tongue. She groaned and humped into my mouth as I reached her clit.

I sucked on it.

She bucked so hard. Her hands squeezed her breasts and musical moans escaped her lips. My tongue caressed her clit as I sucked. My hands slid beneath her ass, squeezing her naked cheeks as she writhed on the furs.

“Mmm, yes, Thunderhead,” she moaned. “Oh, yes. Get my target ready for your big javelin. Mmm, you’re going to spear me so hard.”

“So hard,” I groaned, my fingers digging into her firm ass.

I tongued at her pussy, ignoring her clit now. I slid through her folds, gathering her tart juices before I thrust my tongue deep into her hole. She grunted her husband’s name, convinced I was him. It was so exciting to cuckold my father-in-law.

My fingers dipped into the crack of her ass. I found her sphincter and teased it. She gasped, her eyes widening. She moaned her husband’s name as my finger circled her puckered opening, her pussy clenching on my swirling tongue.

Then I entered her ass.

Tight, hot, velvety bowels surrounded my finger. I pushed in past the first knuckle and then the second as I feasted on her pussy. Her moaning song grew higher pitched as I pleasured her. She tossed her head and squeezed her breasts.

“Oh, Thunderhead, you are so eager. Mmm, now that Xandra is gone, imagine the fun we can have in our cave. No more keeping quiet. You can pound me like you did before she hatched. You can take me hard.”

My dick ached. “Yes. I’ll make you cum on my javelin. You’ll sing out for the entire aerie to hear.”

She laughed and humped harder against my mouth. Her bowels clenched on my finger. Her pussy grew hotter. My tongue slid through her folds as my nose bumped her clit. She gasped and moaned, shuddering, her fingers digging into her tits.

She sang so loudly when she came. Her voice echoed through the cave as her juices flooded her mouth. She squirted as much as her daughter. Her bowels spasmed about my fingers while I drank down the flood of her delicious juices gushing out of her.

I wanted to drown in my mother-in-law’s cream.

Her hips undulated as her orgasm peaked. And then she flopped back on the furs, her breasts jiggling. She twisted her head, crooning her delight. I ripped my finger from her asshole and sucked on it, savoring the sour flavor as I rose, my dick so hard.

“On your hands and knees, wife,” I groaned. “I’m going to spear your target so hard.”

“Yes,” she moaned.

My mother-in-law rolled over and rose, her skirt still bunched around her waist. Her ass was magnificent, two pale hills rising above her body. And between her thighs was her dripping, married cunt aching to be fucked by my cock.

I thrust my javelin and hit right on target.

Her hot cunt sank around my dick. I groaned, savoring the thrill of having fucked both the daughter’s and now the mother’s cunt. It was so depraved. Her hot flesh clenched about me. My eyes rolled back in my head as I sank deeper and deeper into her married pussy, my balls aching to unleash my seed and fertilize her.

I drew back and thrust again, my balls smacking into her clit. She gasped and rotated her hips, throwing me wild looks over her shoulder. Her pale-blue hair flew as she rocked back and forth, our flesh slapping together.

My hands stroked up her tits and squeezed them. I pinched her red nipples. Her cunt tightened on my dick. She moaned louder, fucking back harder as I rolled her nubs. Her voice was so beautiful as it echoed through the cave.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “Oh, yes, fuck me. That’s it. Oh, yes. Ram that huge cock into my cunt. Oh, yes. Spear me.”

“Take my spear,” I groaned. “Oh, yes. You’re so tight and hot. I’m going to cum so hard in you.”

“Oh, you wicked husband. You want to plant another egg in my belly.”

“Yes.” My back arched. “Yes, yes, yes. I’m going to flood you with my seed.”

I thrust harder. I wanted to impregnate my mother-in-law. It would be so hot to have mother and daughter both pregnant with my child. My dick ached at the thought. My balls boiled, ready to unleash a flood into her tight, hot cunt.

She moaned and arched her supple back. She gasped her husband’s name again as her pussy spasmed about my cock. Milking me. Eager for my hot seed to spill into the depths of her belly and fertilize her egg.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she hissed “Cum in me. Do it. I love it.”

The massaging pressure of her pussy was too much for my thrusting cock. I couldn’t resist this woman. I had to flood her married cunt with all my seed. I buried into her and groaned at the first explosion of my jizz.

It pumped out of me. The pleasure raced through me as I embraced the thrill of cumming in not just a married woman’s snatch, but my mother-in-law’s. I had cum in her daughter, and now I flooded her with so much seed.

“Luben’s sacred vows,” I groaned, cursing like her husband. “Gods, I love you.”

“Mmm, yes,” she moaned, her voice lethargic. She fell onto the furs and rolled onto her back. “I love you, too.”

I kissed her and a strange guilt twisted me. I told her I loved her. It was what her husband would say. I never felt guilty before using those three words on a woman. So why now? What made this different?

I broke the kiss, and she smiled at me. “Mmm, what a great feast.”

“We should get back. I’m still in the game.”

She chirped. “Try not to lose too much.”

I winked at her and grabbed the loincloth. I slipped out as she dressed, rushing to where I stashed my clothing. I was eager to see how Sophia was doing with my wife. Could she seduce Xandra into lesbian sex?

I wanted to see that.

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Xandra

Confusion gripped me as Sophia’s lips worked against mine. They were so soft, so different than Chaun’s. I wanted to stop her, but such wonderful feelings surged in me. I shouldn’t feel like this for anyone but my mate.

And yet, earlier when we fought the imps, I felt the same surge of lust at the sight of their hard cocks. Was there something wrong with me? I couldn’t fly.

I tried to break away, but her hand gripped the back of my neck, keeping me pressed tight to her lips. They were so hungry for me as her hand slid higher and higher up my thigh. My eyes widened as she neared my pussy.

I twisted my head and Sophia broke the kiss. “What’s wrong?”

“This is,” I gasped. “I’m mated to Chaun and…”

Her fingers reached my pussy. I gasped as she stroked up and down through my curls, stroking my slit. Excitement rushed through me. The heat grew wet beneath her touch. My juices leaked out, lubricating her fingers as they touched me.

My body betrayed me. Her touch felt amazing. I wanted to break away from it, but I couldn’t. It was so hard. Guilt surged through me. I had to get away. I couldn’t let her do this. It had to be cheating, even if it was with a woman.

I couldn’t cheat.

“Just relax,” she smiled, her fingers so delicate. They touched all the wonderful spots. Waves of heat washed out of me. “Let me love you. Let me worship the Goddess Saphique in your arms, Xandra. She gave women this amazing gift to love each other.”

“Gift?” I squeaked as her finger found my clit. She circled it. Oh, that felt nice.

“Yes, gift. Now just relax.”

She kissed me again. This time her tongue pressed on my lips. I shuddered, unable to fight her passion, and let her tongue invade my mouth. My breasts rose and fell. My nipples tingled. She rubbed my clit faster and faster. I sucked in breaths through my nose.

This was all happening too fast. I couldn’t do this. Didn’t she understand? I was avian. We mated for life. We weren’t like the other races.

So why did my body betray me?

Her fingers felt wonderful. My pussy clenched and more juices leaked out, dribbling down to my ass. The back of my skirt stuck to my flesh as I moaned into the kiss. My body squirmed and my fingers dug into the furs. Sophia pressed me back. She wanted me to stretch out on the bedding.

But I fought. I kept my arms locked. I couldn’t surrender. No matter how wonderful she made my body feel. Sophia purred and nibbled on my lower lip, her fingers rubbing harder as her other hand pushed beneath my top, stroking my stomach on their quest up to my breasts.

Please, no.

She cupped my small mound. Her fingers were so delicate. She brushed my nipple. I moaned as the pleasure rippled down my breast from the nub and through my body. My elbows weakened. I fell back on the furs, breaking contact with her lips.

“Mmm, just relax,” she said, stroking my clit and nipple. “Enjoy.”

Her hands pulled away, leaving me trembling, aching for her touch. I blinked as she yanked up my top. My arms helped her, lifting up so she could strip me naked and expose my breasts. She cooed her delight as both her hands grasped them.

“No,” I protested as she leaned down. “This has gone too far, Sophia. Please, stop. I’m not…”

Her mouth engulfed my right nipple. Her lips sealed about my areola, and she sucked. I gasped and arched my back as the pleasure rippled through my body. I bit my lip and squirmed beneath the feel of her lips.

“Sophia,” I groaned.

“Just enjoy,” she purred between sucks.

“No. Please, stop. I can’t do this. I can’t cheat on… Chaun!”

My husband slipped through the curtains, a huge smile on his midnight-black face. His silvery hair seemed to glow compared to his dark skin. He nodded at me, his smile supportive. I licked my lips and then groaned as Sophia suckled.

Chaun wanted this. He wanted to watch me and Sophia…make love. I swallowed and relaxed, trying to fight away the guilt. What was there to feel guilty about? Chaun was right here with me. He wasn’t mad. My husband didn’t believe I violated our marriage.

“Enjoy her,” he whispered.

“Yes, enjoy me,” Sophia panted as her lips moved lower. “Mmm, let me make you cum. That will relax you.”

I gasped as her lips kissed lower and lower. They were so hot. My stomach tensed as she kissed around my flesh. She nuzzled at the center of my belly and then giggled. “No bellybutton. So strange.”

Then she kissed lower, her hands pushing my skirt off my hips. I raised my ass, helping her to expose my pussy. Her lips kissed at my pubic hair adorning my groin, working in a sinuous path down to my married pussy.

I stared at Chaun. He wanted this. I was being a good wife.

“That’s it, Xandra,” he groaned, his clothing rustling. His codpiece fell off, and then he unlaced his britches. His wonderful cock appeared. He stroked it as he watched Sophia nuzzle lower and lower.
And then her lips found my pussy.

“Oh, yes,” I gasped, my hips arching as her gentle tongue licked up my slit. It was so different than Chaun’s, her tongue smaller and nimbler.

It danced over my pussy. Her fingers spread my lips apart, letting her tongue work through my folds and brush my hard clit. I groaned and humped against her, the pleasure swelling through me as I enjoyed her mouth and tongue and fingers. Chaun grinned.

It was exciting being watched. I moaned again and squeezed my breasts. He liked that. I pinched my red nipples and humped into Sophia’s licking mouth. The pleasure swelled in my core just like it did with Chaun.

My body didn’t seem to care who pleasured it.

“Cum on her mouth,” Chaun groaned. “Flood her lips.”

“Yes,” Sophia purred between licks.

And then her fingers penetrated my pussy. I gasped, and my flesh clenched down on her. I humped against her, my fingers pinching harder and harder at my nipples. I licked my lips then sang out my pleasure. It swelled in me.

“I’m going to cum, husband,” I panted. “I’m going to cum on her mouth.”

“Do it,” he groaned, stroking himself faster.

I let myself go. I squeezed shut my eyes and my body contorted, humping against her licking, nibbling, delicious mouth. My pleasure washed through me. My nipples ached beneath my pinching fingers. I humped into Sophia’s mouth. She purred her delight, drinking my juices while I shuddered.

“You need to eat me, too,” Sophia moaned between licks.

Before I knew what was happening—my body still racked by pleasure—her robes had flown off, and she had turned around, straddling my face. Her shaved pussy hovered above me. I gasped at the sight of another woman’s sex up close. Her slit was so tight. Her clit just peeking out of her folds as she lowered her pussy to my lips. I smelled her tart musk.

“Yes,” Chaun groaned as her pussy settled on my face. “Eat her. Make her cum. You’re so beautiful right now.”

Still writhing from my orgasm, I copied what Sophia did to my pussy. I licked where she licked and touched where she touched. My fingers parted her plump vulva, revealing her inner depths. There were so many pink folds all covered in her tart juices. I licked through them. Her hips undulated, grinding hot flesh on my lips.

I made love to someone who wasn’t my husband.

I heard Chaun’s breathing and the slap of his fist stroking his dick while he watched. My hips humped into Sophia’s licking face as I devoured her pussy. She moaned into my snatch. I pleased her. I made her feel good.

Sophia’s lips sucked my clit into her mouth. I found her nub and nuzzled against it. I sucked hard on it. She bucked into me. I nibbled and sucked on her clit, my tongue danced about it. She moaned about my bud, her voice humming.

Such wonderful pleasure.

We both gasped and sang. Our fingers penetrated each other’s twats. She was so hot and silky. No wonder Chaun loved fucking me. It felt amazing inside her pussy. And her fingers were so skilled. She touched delicious places inside of me. I groaned and writhed. The bliss swelled through me, another orgasm gathering to sweep me away.

“Oh, yes, Xandra,” groaned Chaun. “Devour her pussy. Finger her snatch. Make her cum.”

I groaned and slipped a third finger into Sophia. She squealed about my clit. Her hot flesh spasmed on my fingers as she bucked. Juices flooded out into my mouth as her fingers jabbed so deep into my pussy.

I made her cum. She wasn’t my mate, and yet I pleasured her.

Guilt crashed through me along with my orgasm. I couldn’t help the shame of surrendering to the bliss. I bucked and writhed beneath her, the pair of us cumming and gasping, drinking each other’s cum while the pleasure boiled through my mind.

Stars danced before my eyes. I loved it. I shouldn’t, but I did.

My toes curled. My body heaved. The pleasure peaked before dying into a delicious buzz that pumped through my veins. I gasped and heaved as Sophia rolled off of me. Chaun, now naked, fell to his knees between my thighs.

“You were so beautiful,” he groaned. “I love you, Xandra.”

“I love you,” I gasped out, the guilt swelling.

Did I just break my marriage vows?

Chaun kissed me, tasting my adultery on my lips, the tart flavor of Sophia’s pussy. And then his cock was in me. I groaned, embracing the only pleasure I should experience. I never should have let Sophia seduce me.

But Chaun loved it. It made him so hard. It pleased him to see me with her.

“Oh, you’re spoiling all my fun, Chaun,” sighed Sophia. “Xandra, I really enjoyed that. I hope we can make love again. Maybe you can join me and Angela in bed. You can spank my ass and fuck me with my dildo strapped to your cute body.”

My pussy clenched on Chaun’s dick. A part of me wanted that. Instead of answering, I kissed my husband harder and writhed beneath him. Why was it so appealing? Why was I so weak?

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Thrak

The ladder groaned as I stepped off of it and faced the Collserola Jungle. Its sweltering heat washed over us. I missed the cooler air of the aerie. Faoril stepped off after me. The climb down was faster than the climb up had been. The sun hadn’t risen far. We left the aerie at dawn while the avians recovered from the farewell feast.

I stared down the road, wondering what the future held. What other bounty hunters were out there? There would be more and some would be dangerous. Fredagest came close to defeating us with her alchemy.

Faoril came up beside me, standing tall. She had embraced her magic again and found her worth. I envied her control over her magic. She didn’t have to fear her abilities like I did. She didn’t have a beast lurking inside of her eager to rampage and kill.

Chaun, Xandra, and Xera stepped off the ladder, the last of the party. Minx bounced on her heels, recovered from the damiana—she had spent most of yesterday “gripped by its lust” and begging Xera to keep making love to her. She had a huge grin on her bronze face, eager to get going. Xera took the lead, Minx at her side.

I hefted my ax. The future was uncertain, but we would face it together. We were stronger united than apart. The bounty hunters would fail to stop us.

To be continued…

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Ed is a high school math teacher. He’s got his hands full with a pregnant teen mistress, her mother having a lesbian affair with his wife and sometimes with him, a shy nerdy biology teacher that awkwardly blackmailed him, and a cute Asian school girl that knows about at least some of his deviances. Will he be able to keep everyone happy? (lesbian first time, adultery, multiple partners, hate sex)

Chapter 21: Lisa

Twelve-ninety! I just started at the cold computer printout paper I’d gotten in the mail with shock and horror creeping into my core. I’d studied so long and hard; how could I get so low? I’d studied so long and hard. I knew I wasn’t a genius so had no delusions about getting even close to the maximum score of eighteen hundred, but I’d hoped for much better. Twelve-ninety would get me into several good schools, but wouldn’t get me the scholarships to pay for it. And without the ability to finance it I’d be stuck with taking a much cheaper college, if I could afford it at all.

Sure, I could always take out loans, but I had no credit history and would be solely responsible for all of it. With my dream of being a teacher came the reality that it didn’t pay well enough to spend the rest of my life in debt. There was no way my parents would help out, not that I’d want them to anyway. Once I left home I never wanted to see either of them ever again.

Right on cue Mom pounded on my door, prattling in her heavily Asian accented and choppy English, “Lisa, you make dinner. I going out.” She was no doubt going to the same strip mall she always did to get her hair and nails done. Not that Dad cared what she looked like; when he was home he just drank beer and watched TV all day. Mom didn’t even wait for a reply and was zooming off to get chatty with her Asian girlfriends.

“What the fuck am I going to do?” I groaned into my pillow. For a moment everything Mister Pressman has said about support programs for pregnant mothers came back to me and my stomach rolled in revulsion. No one knew anything about me, so no one could help. I should just cut my wrists or walk in front of a train.

As I contemplated my gruesome end the phone rang. I didn’t own a cell, so ran out to answer it since Dad couldn’t be bothered to walk five feet. It was probably for me or Mom anyway, but it turned out to be Becky. “Did you get your SAT results?”

I wanted to be happy to talk with her, but she had to start with the test. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Really?” she asked concerned. “That bad? I got a thirteen twenty-two!” My heart sank. Why was Becky so amazing at everything? Beautiful, smart, witty, funny, athletic, sexy, she was practically perfect in every way. If I didn’t like her so much I’d hate her.

“That’s great,” I encouraged her, but knew it came out limp. Better just get it over with. “I got a twelve-ninety,” I confessed.

“That’s great!” Becky cheered. “We got almost the same score. Maybe we could go to the same college?”

For a moment my heart skipped. “Right,” I pondered. Why did she make me feel this way. I’d really only known Becky well for a month, but in that time my life had turned upside-down. When I heard about Mister Font tutoring her I’d leaped at the opportunity, but after finding out about their affair I’d gotten turned on and jealous, not of Becky, but of Mister Font.

I really had ignored anything to do with dating and sex, knowing it would ruin my career, and somehow not going crazy over boys never bothered me. I didn’t have any real friends and instead just studied, and that was always good enough for me. Then one day something inside me just turned on and my vagina just would start watering while I was in the girls locker room. It was then I began to worry that I might be a lesbian.

All girls like to compare themselves to other girls. Who has got the biggest tits or hips, or the smallest waist or feet. I’ve even seen them argue about the size and shape of their noses. I tried to stay out of such superficial contests that no one had any control of anyway, but then my hormonal switch turned on and suddenly I was glancing around in the showers after gym, admiring every nipple, crotch, and ass. I know guys would pay for such shows and as long as no one knew, I’d enjoy them for free.

Sometimes I’d worry that I was broken or weird, but I had my anonymous internet friends to help me cope on rough days. One even encouraged me to role-play a little and type to her what I would do if we were lovers. It was just harmless fun, but I couldn’t do that often because it was just too uncomfortable pretending to have sex while pretending to be doing homework on the family computer that I’m pretty sure Dad bought just to use for porn after everyone else went to bed. My Dad isn’t the brightest, so it didn’t take long before I snooped into his browser history and saw graphic sex displays for the first time.

It probably wouldn’t have been too bad if Dad wasn’t a perverted masochist, but all his pictures were of girls bound up or chained, many being tortured before and during being raped and defiled, usually by a group of guys. I considered showing Mom these pictures, but she couldn’t be bothered to care about my existence so fuck her. Instead I used those same sites to open the gateway to my addiction to lesbian porn.

I knew there was no way I was going to come out at school, so really my only outlet for my newly awakened sex drive was waking up early to use the computer when no one else was awake. Over the last few months I started exploring my body and finding out what touches made me feel good. Then I’d started those tutoring sessions with Mister Font and Becky. That was when I began thinking about Becky as I masturbated.

I tried to keep my thoughts on studying, but Becky was just so flirty all the time. She’d wear short skirts, low cut shirts, and tight shorts; anything to show off as much of her attractive body as possible. That made it hard to study, and while I knew she wasn’t showing off for me I imagined she was and began having a total secret crush on her. Then when I found out about their affair and pregnancy I realized I should have known the whole time. They were advertising it in front of me every day, but I think it was my own desire to be with Becky that blinded me to it.

I still remember the day I couldn’t help myself and I masturbated right on Becky couch as she and Mister Font had sex in her room. With the help she had given me, saving me from that creepy Mister Pressman’s advances, I really thought we had a special bond. Then she’d let her affair slip out and I knew I had no chance with her unless I wanted to blackmail her. I couldn’t do that because I loved her. Instead I gave them some privacy and turned up the TV loud with music so I couldn’t hear them upstairs and I tried to think of anyone else, but just couldn’t.

In my fantasy Becky came down disappointed and unsatisfied that her older lover had fallen asleep on her and she was so turned on and frustrated that she asked me to help finish her off. Of course after I eagerly licked her out she offered to return the favor. I was just savoring the blissful orgasmic convolutions I’d teased my body into when I’d realized I’d made a mess of Becky’s couch and went to clean it up and ran right into Mister Font who must have been watching me.

For his part he was graceful and hid my actions from Becky. I’d been so shocked I would have gotten caught by her if he hadn’t spied upon me, but still I was deeply uncomfortable just knowing that he had watched me getting myself off combined with my jealousy of him snatching Becky away from me. Maybe that’s why I pressed him about his wife and ended up using my knowledge of his affair as blackmail material to get him to renew his help for getting me into college. Fat lot of good that got me.

“Wanna come over and talk about it?” Becky asked since I’d been lost in thought and silent for too long.

I didn’t really want to, but getting out of my house was always a plus. “I don’t have a ride,” I responded though.

“You do now!” Becky responded excitedly. “Look out the window.” I did and saw an old beat up VW bug in my driveway that appeared to have once been blue, but was now rust with faded white patches that barely had any blue tint left. That was good enough for me. I pulled in some shoes and ran out to my girlfriend’s car. “Like it?” she asked as I got in.

It was the most decrepit car I’d ever seen, but it was freedom and that made it great. “It’s awesome!” I chimed in with Becky’s enthusiasm.

She stalled it once backing out, and ground the gears as she shifted, but she had gotten her license in an automatic, so I’m sure with practice she would get better at using the standard clutch of this old vehicle. “Sorry,” she cringed in embarrassment. “I’m still getting used to this.”

“You’re doing better than I would,” I answered honestly. “I still don’t have my license because my parents are too cheap and lazy to give me practice driving.”

Now that we were moving however Becky easily shifted up and down as we cruised down the streets. “So where do you wanna go?” she asked.

“Anywhere is fine,” I responded. “Somewhere I can just forget about school.”

“I heard about a place,” Becky chirped and then drove us out of town and up a big hill. A dirt road that looked well used turned off the main road and into some woods, and I was a little concerned when she took it. After a few minutes though the trees opened up to a farmer’s field and the whole valley and town opened up below us.

“Wow!” I gasped having never seen my sleepy home town from above like this before. I could see a few cars moving along on the small highway, but they were so small they looked like toys. The tiny buildings and trees all made the area look like a giant model.

“Yea wow!” Becky agreed. “Mom told me this is where kids went in her day, but I didn’t know it would be this nice.” For several minutes we just soaked up the sunny weather and the panoramic view, trying to forget about everything else. Just sharing something beautiful like this with Becky was good enough for now.

Eventually though Becky spoke, “Lisa, I need to tell someone something, but I need you to promise not to freak out.”

I looked over and could tell she needed to get something off her chest. I just wished it was her shirt. “What could you possibly need to get out that I don’t already know? I know about Mister Font and your baby and have kept your secret so far. Anything else is peanuts compared to that.” Then I thought for a second, “He didn’t… help you cheat on the test?” I exclaimed, sure that was her new secret.

“No!” she scowled. “I would never do that!” Then, instead of confessing, she hemmed and hawed some more, “It’s… well…”

“Come on,” I grumbled. “Spit it out.”

“Fine,” she countered sharply. Then took a big breath and said shyly, “I think I might be bi.”

I couldn’t have heard her right; I was fantasizing whatever she really said to something that I wanted to hear. “What?” I asked unsurely.

“Bisexual,” she said firmly now. “I accidentally saw my mother sleeping with another woman… and it turned me on.”

Neither of us spoke for a minute or two. I just was trying to keep calm and not wet my panties. A million dirty thoughts were going through my head, but I didn’t want to spook Becky out of anything. She couldn’t think I was a dyke could she? “Well I’m sure that anyone seeing something like that would…” I started, cautiously trying to give her an out, but she interrupted.

“Then, the next time I had sex with Ed I had him eat me out, then I licked up his face as I rode him and came again really hard and quickly.” That was it. My own panties were soaked now. If I wasn’t wearing jeans to hold it in I’m sure she would be able to smell me already.

“But it’s not like you’ve done anything with someone else,” I said more to calm my own fears that she was going to end with a big reveal about her having sex with some other woman.

“No, but…” Becky agreed sheepishly, but I kept going.

“And are you attracted to someone other than Ed?” I confronted her. Saying my teacher’s first name felt weird, but we were already well into strange territory.

“No, but…” she answered. My heart sank slightly, but I knew that what I wanted her to say was far too much to hope for.

“Then you’re not bisexual,” I said firmly, though slightly disappointed.

“How can you be sure?” Becky wavered unsure. I just couldn’t take it anymore. It was like she was begging me to try something. My body was going insane with excitement at even the chance at getting inmate with my crush. I had no choice but to press the issue.

“Kiss me,” I dared her.

“What?” Becky said shocked by my words, but finally looking at me for the first time.

“Kiss me and you’ll know for sure if you are into girls or not,” I reasoned and leaned over the shifter to meet her halfway. “And if you aren’t then we’ll just pretend it never happened.”

That final assurance seemed to tip the scales of her doubts. Becky brought her face to mine. I could feel her hot breath on my nervous lips and I closed my eyes. It was like a dream. Her hot lips were soft and moist as they pleasantly pressed into mine. I couldn’t control myself any longer and I opened my mouth and twisted my head.

Suddenly Becky pulled back, breaking off my first kiss far shorter than I would have liked. I was worried that I’d tipped my hand and scared her away, but she was giggling. “That was your first kiss wasn’t it?”

I could feel my cheeks redden and just wanted to run and bury my head and die of embarrassment. I didn’t even need to answer as the truth was written all over my face. “I really get what Ed had said after our first kiss now,” she explained. “You don’t need to swallow my face, and go easier with the tongue.” Then to my amazement she leaned in again and let me kiss her again.

My world stopped as our mouthed opened to each other and my tongue danced with hers. This was everything I’d ever dreamed about and I could have kissed her all the rest of my life. The smell of her hair, the heat of her cheek on my nose, and her soft nose on mine; everything was perfectly awesome. I hadn’t even noticed that my hands had a mind of their own and one had reached over to cup her bountiful breasts while the other was poking between my legs.

“Well it seems we both like this,” Becky tittered as we caught our breath from making out. I wasn’t sure if she was going to stop things there because she seemed to be thinking, but then asked, “Wanna get in the back where we will have more room?”

This was better than every fantasy I’d ever had. I don’t even remember speaking before we jumped out of the car and back in, just into the back where there was a single long bench seat. Instantly we were all over each other. Making out with my hands on her back, pressing her clothes bosom into my small mosquito bite sized tits and one leg winding around hers.

It seemed to last forever as I was finally allowed to express my love for this girl that had ruled my heart for the last few months. I was never really sure I would ever be happy, especially after I found out about her affair with our teacher, but now nothing could shake my desire. I wanted, no needed to show her I was the one she should love. I would give her all of me and bring her more pleasure than Mister Font ever could. They say only a woman can really know how to please another woman, and I was going to do my very best to prove that saying true.

I kissed my love like a woman possessed, my hands wildly grabbing at her back and ass. I easily pulled up her skirt and had one hand digging under her pantied butt-crack when she slithered one hand down the front of my jeans. With my panties wedged in my ass and cunt, along with how over excited I was, it was really no surprise that a moment later when her finger pressed into my clit that I started cuming buckets.

It surprised Becky though. She gave a little shriek when my vagina started squirting, gushing out liquid to drench myself and her hand. It was just like what happened at her house, I violent came and my pussy shot out fluid almost as if I’d pissed myself. “I… I’m sorry,” I grunted even as my body was finishing it’s convolutions. At least I didn’t spray my gusher all over her car, just the insides one of my jeans and her hand.

Becky had pulled her hand back in surprise, and at first I was worried that I’d scared her off with my explosive orgasm, but then she licked my juices off her sticky fingers while she looked me in the eye and I swear I came again just watching her do that.

When my brain started functioning again I knew things were still okay between us. “That was really hot! Do you always cum like that?”

Now was my moment of truth. After this I couldn’t lie anymore. I had to tell her how I really felt. “When I think of you,” I answered simply.

She was confused at first, but then when I thought I have to explain it I could see the realization creep across her face in the orangish setting sun on this late spring day. “You mean…”

Taking one last deep breath I confessed fully. “I fell in love with you Becky. I don’t know if you can ever love me, and I know you having a baby with Mister Font, but he’s married. You got to know you can never have a future with him.” Boldly I took her still tacky hand that had brought me so much pleasure and gave it a tight squeeze. “I will love you more than he ever will. We could go to college together and raise the baby…”

She pulled her hand back and I realized I’d gone too fast. I tried to walk it back, but it was too late. “I need to process this,” was all she said rather distantly and climbed back into the front seat. I followed her and she wordlessly drove me back home in icy tense silence.

I almost started crying, but I didn’t want to ruin what we might have with hysterics, so I held it in and just bit my lip as I got out. “Sorry,” was all I could manage as I closed the door. She didn’t even look at me or answer, just drove away focused on the road. Then my resolve melted and my cheeks were the rivers that carried my regret as I ran inside into my bedroom and soaked my pillow with my tears.

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Chapter 22: Edward gets surprised when Becky brings Lisa into the bedroom to join in their fun.

Chapter 23: Lisa retakes her SAT and accidentally spies Edward and Christine.

Chapter 24: Edward is given an unbelievable ultimatum by Lisa.

Chapter 25: Becky is stuck babysitting with Lisa as her mother takes Edward and his wife on a week long vacation.

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Do I want to save this marriage

Ch 8

I slowly slipped into consciousness. Bright sunlight shone in my face and I raised my hand to block it out until my eyes adjusted. Looking around me, I realized that I was back in my own hotel room. Cuddled up in front of me being the little spoon, Steph slept soundly. She was wearing a pair of pink silk pajama bottoms and a light purple sports bra. An arm draped over my waist, I turned my head to see Cindy snuggled behind me as the biggest spoon. She had on a pair of black boy shorts and a gray spaghetti strap top. I slowly inched my way out from between them and stood at the foot of the bed. Still asleep, Cindy scooted across the gap I left and wrapped her arm under Steph’s and her hand slipped up to cradle her breast. Steph wiggled her butt and inched as close to Cindy as she could. I then reached down to her left hand slowly and gently removed her wedding/engagement ring combo, she was once so proud of.

I stretched my back and raised my arms above my head to get as full of a stretch as I could. Glancing at the clock radio, I saw that we had slept most of the morning away and it was reaching noon. I shuffled into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Stepping out of my boxers, I climbed in and let out a deep sigh as the hot water pelted my sore body. After a few relaxing moments I washed and rinsed. Turning off the water, I climbed out and dried myself off. Tiptoeing into the room, I rummaged around my bag, stowing the rings inside my carry on bag and found a pair of cargo shorts and a v-neck t-shirt. Slipping my sandals on, I grabbed my wallet and room key and headed down to the restaurant. I slipped out the door and quietly eased it closed. Walking down to the front lobby.

As I waited behind an elderly lady checking in at the front desk, I saw a large white van pull up to the glass double doors. A man in a blue coverall stepped out and walked in. He went to the side of the front desk and rapped on the wooden door labeled “Manager on Duty.” A man stepped out of the office and they had a conversation in Spanish. My Spanish was rusty so I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but then I heard the driver say our last name.

“Excuse me, that is me. Can I help you?” I walked over to the two men and the driver gave me a huge smile. Breaking into heavily accented English, he told me that he was from the airport and they had found my luggage. He explained that they felt so bad that it took so long, they wanted to drive it over and deliver it personally. I thanked him profusely and shook his hand. We walked out to the van and he unloaded our two bags. I went to hand him a large tip, but he politely refused. He shook my hand and backed his way to the driver’s door. I thanked him again and he climbed in and drove off.

I then lugged the bags back up to the room, eased the door open and placed the bags in the room, leaving mine nearest the door. I then took my laptop bag in hand and left the room heading

down to get some food. As I sat at my table eating my breakfast alone, the waitress brought over a tray of fresh fruit and toast for me to take back to my room. I then started making my phone calls, first to my lawyer, I told him I would be needing him to get started on my divorce papers. He sounded shocked, he said that he had thought that we had a marriage that would last forever. I then replied that things had changed quite suddenly for us and our lives are not the same as we were. He said he would have the papers ready for me by next week.

My next call was to an old friend of mine who was now a chemist I told him I have some pills I needed checked out and I knew he has the lab to do that. He said “Of course you know where my office and lab are, it may take a few days to get the results for you.”

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As I precariously tried to balance the tray of food in my hands, I unlocked the room and pushed in the door. Just as I was about to lose the balance of the tray, I turned and set it down on the small table. They were still sleeping until Cindys cell phone started ringing. She then woke up, moving kind of slowly she answered it.

“Hey baby hello.” she said to the caller I was surprised to hear her say that to anyone else but me.

After a few seconds of listening to her caller she then said “Of course I can see you today just let me get a shower quick and I will be ready in about 25 minutes or so.” She then ended her call and got out of the bed. She then slowly walked past me giving my a quick peck on my cheek as she headed into the bathroom. I could hear the shower start as Steph also got out of the bed.

She looked at me a bit confused about me being awake and the tray of food on the table next to me. “I went out to get the bags and brought back some food for you two.” I said with a bit of a grin.

After about fifteen minutes I could hear the shower stop and Cindy moving around in the bathroom. She then returned to the bedroom with a towel around her body. She looked at Steph and said “I got the call from James.” with a huge smile on her face. She then stepped to Steph who asked Cindy how she felt? Cindy then removed the towel and replied “You tell me.” She said with an even bigger smile as Steph reached out to touch Cindys smooth looking crotch.

It was Stephs turn to smile as she said “You feel as smooth as a baby” Steph then started stroking Cindys lips, touching her clit. Receiving a relaxed moan from Cindys lips. I could see the moisture forming on Cindys lips as Steph touched her.

As I sat there totally amazed with the show unfolding before my eyes. A knock on the door jerked me back to reality. Cindy said with excitement “He’s here that must be James” Cindy then grabbed the tank top she had lay out before her shower. Pulling it over her still damp hair down into place just above her ass cheeks.

Cindy then opened the door wide still being half naked, not honestly knowing just who was on the other side. It was then I seen a big guy walk into the room saying “Hello my baby, you are looking great today.” With a smile on his face, he then wrapped Cindy in a bear hug and lifted her from the floor holding Cindys still naked ass. Cindy then wrapped her legs around this large man who must have been at least 6 foot tall and 200 pounds of mussel.

He then carried my wife to the bed as she was trying to suck his face off. Kissing him as she once would have kissed me.

He then dropped her on the bed looking down on her smiling he then removed his shirt and dropped his own shorts, exposing his hardness must have been a very thick at least nine inches, stepping out of his shorts, he reached down and pulled Cindys tank top off with one hand. Letting her sweet firm C cups bounce free. Cindy smiled as he did this wiggling her nice firm breasts as her shirt was pulled free. She then leaned forward taking his throbbing hard cock in her mouth, moans escaping her mouth as she sucked him as deep as she could fit him.

I sat there in disbelief that she would serve this man after the way she had used and abused me the night before.

After a few minutes of her sucking him he pushed her back, she spread her legs wide for him as he climbed on top of her using the head of his massive cock he stroked her wet lips before pushing the head inside her. She moaned loudly as he entered her pushing his size deeper. In long slow strokes pushing and pulling but never removing. Thrusting deeper Cindy wrapped her arms and legs around him not wanting him to leave her body. He grunted as he thrust deeper filling her.

After several minutes of his grunting and thrusting and her moaning orgasms. Their skin slapping as he was now balls deep inside her.

He then moaned and grunted as he flooded her small love box with copious amounts of his seed. Cindys eyes must have rolled back in her head nearly passing out as he did try to breed her. After his huge tool had shrunk a bit he removed with a loud pop their combined fluids leaked out of her and down her ass crack. He then rose from the bed, looking down at her still motionless body, he said “Thank you my baby you were a wonderful fuck. Hopefully your birth control passes my personal test.”

he smirked.

He turned and looked at me and asked “Are you on clean up duty again today?” waving his slime coated tool in my direction.

I then told him “If I am ever again forced to take a cock in my mouth, you will be needing a good doctor to put you back together, I will never again allow another person to abuse me in that way.”

The smile on his face has faded as he processed what I had said. I then continued “I am sick and tired of seeing my wife cheating on me, in front of me.” That is the primary reason I have made the phone call I did this morning about our impending divorce.

By that time Cindy had recovered enough to be sitting up on the bed with a confused look on her face, after hearing what I had said.

I looked at her well used body and said “You and your new friends are the ones that have caused this whole situation, I brought us here to help fix our marriage not destroy it.” My voice growing louder with each syllable.

During this time James had gathered his clothes redressed and was walking toward the door, turning he looked at us and said “Thank you all, I had a wonderful time.” He then quickly opened the door and left the room closing the door behind him.

Cindy had gotten up and was sitting on Stephs lap. They were softly stroking each others bodies. Cindy then looked at me and then asked “What happens next then?” I then looked back at her naked form and stated “If I had tried to drug you, then kidnap you to some god forsaken hell hole, stand by watching you getting used, abused, gang raped, and torchured. All this while pissing on our wedding vows and cheating on you and then tried to kill you. What do you think you would do in that situation?”

Cindy looked at me and yelled “WHAT DO YOU MEAN TRIED TO KILL YOU, NOBODY TRIED TO KILL YOU!” I then reminded them about the leather strap wrapped around my neck, choking the life from me at her command. Cindy started crying and said “You must hate me now.” I then said “Not nearly as much as you hate me it seems, if you do truly love somebody you would not have done or said the things you said and now THAT is why this marriage is finished after nearly 13 years!”

During this whole exchange Steph had lifted Cindy from her lap allowing Cindy to have that seat. Steph then came close to me dropped to her knees reaching for the front of my cargo shorts, opening them and removing my used and abused penis softly stroking me as not to cause me more pain. She then lowered her head to take me into her mouth. Her head was bobbing down and up on my lap sucking me deeper feeling my cock grow in her mouth.

Stephs moans around my hardening cock as I stroked her long dark hair. Her moaning brought me closer still, I looked at Cindy as she was watching us with a smile on her face. I then groaned as my often denied load burst forward from my used and abused cock. Steph took all of my load in her mouth and held it there. She then crawled over to Cindy pulling her down to the floor pushing her face to Cindys face kissing her deeply sharing my load with her. After their deep passionate, cum sharing kiss they both looked at me smiling. Steph asked me “Am I forgiven yet of do you need more?” I chuckled and informed her that she did not betray me or my love like Cindy did with her lies.

Cindy after tasting what I had produced, crawled to me asking “Am I allowed to play also?” Cindy then took my spent member in her mouth. Steph looked at me and said “You have two beautiful naked sluts in your room, isn’t it your turn to play and use us like so many did last night?” Steph then pulled Cindy on to the bed and climbed between her legs slowly licking her extracting the deposit left by her early morning lover. Cindy then moaned and pulled Stephs head closer and deeper to her freshly filled pussy. Cindy was moaning and pushing her gift into Stephs mouth.

Cindy looked at me and asked “Aren’t you going to play also?” I looked back at her and smirked and said “After this week and your words and actions, I am not touching you until a respectable doctor tells me you are clean and not pregnant with one of your many random lovers offspring, as a matter of fact I think I should be checked also after the way I was assaulted last night.” After that statement I then redressed and turned to collect my items and leave for the airport as I knew my flight would be leaving in about two hours.

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The next day, the next party, and the next experiment on just how much she can hurt me.

Do I want to save this marriage

Ch 6

As I kneeled there, shackled to a wooden post in the middle of the room and no room to move, I could only imagine what was going to happen next. I looked over at Steph as she started to get up from the arm of the couch. She reached down and circled her fingers around the cock of the man next to her. She then walked around the room and seemed to be testing the girth of all of the cocks, real and synthetic. She walked up to Gloria and looked at the horse cock phallus hanging from her crotch and kind of laughed. She then walked behind me so I couldn’t see. I tried shifting my head, but the strap wrapped around my neck and to the post kept my movement to almost nothing. I heard shuffling and shifting behind me. A second later I felt a hand grab my jaw and pull my mouth open. The next thing I knew I felt the click of metal against my teeth and found that I could not shut my mouth again. Straps attached to the outside of the metal ring pulled against my head as they were pulled tight and attached to the wooden post.

Steph came around into my view and pointed at one of the men standing next to Cindy. She had a disappointed look on her face as she let his cock slip from her hands. “Make sure I measured right. I don’t want anyone getting hurt… much.”

With that, he turned and faced me. He lifted his hard cock to my mouth and slid it in all the way to the back of my throat. With the ring in my mouth, I was powerless to resist. He gave a few more light thrusts and then slammed hard into me. The head forced its way into my throat and I began to choke. He pulled out just enough for me to breath again. Gloria walked over and knelt next to me. She looked up at the man in front of me and told him to do exactly what she asked of him. With that, she pinched my nostrils shut and then told him to push. His balls slapped my chin and his trim pubes brushed my lips as his cock slid even further back this time. Gloria lifted her free hand and started pushing his ass, forcing him even further against me. I couldn’t breath and I couldn’t struggle. I felt my airway closing up and my eyes darted around wildly. Small black dots swam in through my vision and the vignette slowly seeped across my sight…

…with a slight jump I snapped awake. The sensational feeling that oxygen deprivation gives was sweeping over me and I felt completely euphoric. It took me a second to bring my thoughts to the present and for a moment I completely forgot where I was or what was happening. When I tried to swallow and couldn’t even close my mouth the memories came back to me. Gloria was there rubbing my face with her hands, her eyes only a few inches from mine.

“There, there. How do you feel? Are you back on that high again?” I could only nod my head a fake yes to her. “Good. I want you to let me know each time it starts to go away, do you understand me?” I could only nod at her again.

She slowly stood up and stepped out of my field of vision. Laying on the floor was the woman from the couch. Cindy was straddling her face and she was licking my wife like it was her last drop of ice cream. Cindy was obviously enjoying it, but she was staring right at me.

“Now it is my turn for some fun. You will watch all of this. If someone needs a diversion, they will come visit you. Except when they are blocking your view, you will keep your eyes on us.” With that, she leaned forward, pulled the strap-on the girl was wearing back to her belly, and then put her face between her legs. The girl immediately jumped and yelped, but went right back to eating my wife. Michelle walked over and knelt down behind Cindy. With her eyes locked directly on me, she pushed her strap-on into Cindy with one fluid thrust. Cindy immediately pushed back against her in pleasure. Michelle held still while Cindy did all the rocking back and forth. The young lady shimmied upward, reached up under Michelle and Cindy and slowly unzipped the crotch of Michelle’s bodysuit. She quickly lifted her head and began licking Michelle. With Cindy’s head now free, the young man from the couch stood up and walked over to her. Kneeling down in front of her, Cindy sucked his entire cock into her mouth, something she had NEVER done for me, her husband, when she rocked forward on Michelle’s strap-on. Michelle and the man were the perfect distance apart that when Cindy moved forward she could take him deep in her mouth and would still be on Michelle’s “cock.” The same could be said when she rocked backwards. Cindy found the perfect motion and kept it up for a few minutes. The man began to tremble and said that he was close to cumming. Immediately Cindy dropped his penis from her mouth and said that he had to hold it back. She pushed him away gently and asked for the next guy to step up. One of the men that she was playing with earlier came forward and knelt in front of her. She went right back to sucking and fucking.

She continued this game until all of the men had been through. As the last got up, she motioned for the first guy to come back. She went through this rotation two more times… each time stopping the guy from coming. She slowly slid off Michelle and turned around on the lady below her. Sliding down a bit, she reached between her legs and raised the strap-on up to her pussy and with one quick motion, impaled herself. She held still and laid chest to chest with the girl. They began kissing deeply. As I watched, one of the men walked up to me and slid his cock into my mouth. He slowly rocked back and forth. I heard Cindy warn him not to cum… she had plans for all of that. The man pulled away but before I could do or see anything else, the next guy pushed his cock past the metal ring in my mouth. The men began rotating with me until they had gone around twice. The man who was measured for the ring in my mouth made sure not to go too deep this time, but he was fucking my face as if he only had a minute to finish a marathon. I could tell by his breathing that he was getting close. I prepared myself for the splash of cum, but it never came. He pulled back at the last second and used the vice grip exercise that Steph had used on my earlier.

As he stepped away, I saw Cindy still laying across the girl below her and Michelle was kneeling behind her, licking her asshole. Cindy was moaning and rocking on the strap-on inside her pussy. Michelle slapped Cindy’s ass cheek and asked her if she was really ready. Cindy raised her head and looked me deep in the eyes. At that point I was sure my marriage was now dead!

“Remember how I told you that no man was going to give me anal sex? Well, Michelle is no man.” With that she wiggled her ass at Michelle and she lined up the narrow strap-on and began pushing slowly. Cindy winced and jumped a little. Michelle began rubbing her lower back and ass, hushing her and telling her that she had to breathe through it. I watched as Michelle’s hips slipped closer and closer to Cindy’s ass. Within a minute, Michelle was stuck to Cindy like glue and holding still to let her adjust.

Cindy had her eyes closed tight, still breathing quickly. After a second she opened her eyes and gave a nearly imperceptible not to Michelle. Slowly Michelle began slowly pulling out and thrusting. The young girl below Cindy started to do the same. They were on opposite motions; Michelle sliding in as the young girl pulled out and so forth. They continued to double-penetrate my wife as her slightly labored breathing evened out and then began to build to an orgasmic crescendo. As Cindy started to crest, Michelle and the girl began to speed up their thrusting. Soon they were pounding away at her and Cindy was having orgasm after orgasm. As soon as she was coming down from one wave the tide pushed her back up another.

I was in awe watching this. I looked down at my still rock hard cock and I could see it twitching and a little pre-cum dribbling out. Without even touching myself I could feel myself about to come. Just as I was reaching the top, Steph’s cold hands swiped down and grabbed me in a double grip that felt like she was trying to tear my penis off. I tried to scream “Fuck” but with the metal ring in my mouth, it was just a garbled mess. By the time I opened my eyes again, the three ladies were heaped in a pile, breathing heavy and lightly caressing each other and sharing kisses.

When Steph could see that I was under control again, she let go and stood up. Cindy was smiling at me as they untangled themselves from each other. She was kneeling on all fours and began to crawl over to me seductively. When she reached me, she leaned on her elbows, put her hands under my butt cheeks and lifted. I was able to shift up about a foot. “Good, stay right there and don’t move.”

I felt another hand from behind begin to caress my ass cheeks as another began to tug at the base of the butt plug I had in me. I heard Gloria telling me to take a deep breath in and hold it. As I did, I could feel the plug pulled right to the edge of my ring. She told me to quickly let my breath out and as I did, she tugged and the plug popped out. I immediately slumped back down as much as I could. It was the strangest feeling of emptiness. Cindy pushed me up again and gave me a stern look. “I told you to stay still.”

I felt a cold chill as two fingers began massaging my anus and rubbing a lot more lube in it. AS the fingers pulled away, I felt the pressure of another toy being shoved into me. Not so gently, another plug, much bigger than the last was unceremoniously pushed into me. I closed my eyes doing my best to ignore the rainbow of pain I was feeling but it took a few minutes for the pain to recede. Cindy let me go and I slumped back down. Still on her knees, Cindy dipped her head and began slowly licking around my ball sack. The feeling was intense – a combination of the pain and having been taken right to the edge of cumming and not being allowed to over and over tonight. I saw everyone lining up behind Cindy. At first there did not seem to be any real order to it until I realized that they were lined up by size. Michelle’s narrow, shorter strap-on, the young girl, the two original men Cindy was playing with and cheating on me with tonight, Steph (although I couldn’t see hers, by the bulge in her leather school girl outfit, it seemed to be pretty substantial), the man who was measured for my mouth ring, and then Gloria. I had to assume that this was a bit of a joke, as I was sure Cindy could never handle anything that size.

As Cindy continued to lick me, Michelle took her place behind her. I saw Cindy push slightly back as Michelle entered her. I couldn’t tell where to focus my attention. Cindy as she licked my balls and cock, or the sight of her glorious ass up in the air with a beautiful woman fucking her with a strap-on from behind. I was switching back and forth until Cindy reached under me and began putting pressure on the base of the butt plug in me and releasing to the same rhythm that Michelle was sliding in and out of her. The pain was intense and I closed my eyes and tried to scream. A minute later, Cindy stopped pushing and licking. I opened my eyes and I saw Michelle leaving from behind Cindy and walking over to me. She slipped the strap-on into my mouth. It still felt ultrarealistic and warm like a real cock, but now I could also taste Cindys ass all over it. It was disgusting. As I was forced to suck on Michelle’s strap-on, the next person in line took their place. Michelle had me suck on her until the next person had created a good rhythm and then stepped away. Now I was able to watch the young 20-something girl. As she got into a good motion with her strap-on, I saw her slip her thumb into Cindy’s ass; Cindy jumped a little and actually lightly bit my sack but then relaxed again. After a few minutes, the lady stepped away and came up to me to clean her off. This same pattern continued until one of the men stepped away. I could see Steph behind Cindy, her leather skirt flipped up to cover Cindy’s ass and she was starting to slide in to her. Cindy gave a deep moan and gripped my shaft painfully tight. Steph built up a swift, throbbing rhythm and Cindy began to build into an orgasm.

Steph looked over at the last man and asked him if he was ready. The man slid over beside Steph and gave a nod. Steph picked up her pace and Cindy was moaning louder and louder. Right as she was beginning to peak, Steph slipped out from behind her and turned her back to me. She had her hands on Cindy’s ass and pulling the cheeks apart to give the man a clear angle. As soon as Steph had stopped her motion and pulled away, Cindy let out a disappointed groan and dropped her head. She only had a second to come down when the man slid up behind her and in one quick thrust slammed balls deep into Cindy’s wet pussy. Cindy’s head shot up and I saw her eyes glaze over as she immediately went into a shouting orgasm. I felt a splash of liquid sprinkle my knees and I realized that Cindy had squirted once again. The man began pounding Cindy hard and fast and she had a body shaking orgasm. The man slowed to a stop as she came back down to earth. He slipped out of her and Cindy lifted her head and gave me a lopsided smile. During her orgasm, her grip on my penis had intensified and the head was becoming a painfully angry purple.

She slowly lessened her grip and I had a euphoric moment of pleasure as the blood began flowing again. She looked over her shoulder at Gloria and said she was ready. I was in shock… there was no way she could take that horse cock. Gloria knelt behind her and began rubbing the head against Cindy’s swollen lips. Every once in awhile she would attempt to slide the tip in a bit. After about ten minutes of this, Cindy suggested they try a different position. She stood up and had Gloria lay down on her back with her legs resting over mine. This gave me a perfect view of Gloria’s dripping pussy and the sheer magnitude of the phallus strapped to her. Cindy stood over her and began attempting to lower herself on it. The tip slid in and she was able to lower herself about two or three inches and had to stop. She began to slowly slide up and down the few inches to see if she would loosen up, but it just wasn’t happening. Her breathing had built up and her face was flushed, so it was definitely feeling good. Steph stepped around behind her and reached her hands around Cindy’s waist. With one hand she held the phallus in place and with the other she began rubbing Cindy’s clit. Cindy threw her head back onto Steph’s shoulder and reached her arms up around her neck, entangling her fingers in her hair. She looked amazing. The slightly see-through yellow latex cupped and gripped her every curve, her toned stomach stretched backwards, her quivering thighs with sweat and her own juices shimmering on her skin. Cindy began whispering that she was about to cum and rocking back and forth. Right as she hit the crest of her wave, Cindy pulled the phallus out of her and rubbed her clit furiously. Screaming out in pleasure, Cindy bucked and rolled her head back and forth. Suddenly I was getting covered in her juices and she squirted all over my chest.

Steph lowered Cindy to the ground where she kneeled in front of me. She had a devil-may-care grin upon her face. As Steph helped Gloria off the floor, she asked Cindy if it was time. Cindy just looked up at her and winked. Steph began pulling all of the people around her. Gloria was taking off the large strap-on and Michelle was handing her a more reasonably sized one to put on. Cindy scooted closer to me, reached around and undid the straps to my mouth ring. She tossed the ring aside and then began massaging my jaw as she placed small kisses all over my face. She looked down and saw my glistening chest. Without hesitation, she leaned down and began to lick her own juices off of me. She then lifted up and gave me a deep kiss. I could taste her on her tongue.

“I have a special treat coming up… maybe its for me, maybe its for you. Hmmm, nope it is all for me to enjoy slave. But it will be torture for you and very much shocking. That depends very much on how you… answer.. .this.. .question.” She looked deeply into my eyes and paused for effect. “Are you enjoying yourself tonight?”

“Of course NOT who would enjoy being sexually abused for hours on end with little hope of freedom.” I said with some tears in my eyes. I could tell something was off by the way she sat up and just reached out her hand. Steph handed her the blindfold that the men tried to put on me before I arrived here.

“I so thought you wouldn’t get that right. I guess we will just have to keep working on breaking you.” She slipped the blindfold over my eyes and secured it tightly. “So because you still don’t know my name, this next part will have to be entirely up to your imagination.” With that, I heard her slipping away from me.

Over the next hour, I was strapped to a wooden pole, unable to move or see. But I could hear. I could smell. For at least sixty minutes I listened intently as my wife made love to everyone in the room. Then she had sex with them. Then she fucked them. For over 3,600 seconds I heard the moans of passion, of my wife cheating, the grunts of orgasm, the dirtiest talk I have ever heard come out of a group of people’s mouths. Skin slapping against skin, the smacking of lips kissing hard and fast. The gurgling and slurping of blowjobs. For the first few minutes I believed it was just an all out orgy. But as I got used to the sounds and was able to play them out in my imagination, I realized that there was only one person at the focal point of that cacophony of sex. My wife was servicing all of them. And her dirty talk was often loud enough to be obviously directed at me. Her loudest exclamations were when she demanded that the person fucking her came. She would scream out how much she wanted it. My one time dearest, loving wife was being used as the slut centerpiece in an orgy buffet, and I was not allowed to see one moment. This whole night was all created only to torture me mind, body, and spirit.

At first I was torn between really wanting to see this and not wanting to be a part of this anymore. I started clenching my jaw and getting angry. And then I heard Cindy say it. Between two lovers I heard her clearly say to me: “Thank you for this honey. I don’t think I have ever loved you as much as I do right now.” It may have been the weirdest thing to say at the strangest time, but it calmed me down. I realized that while this was incredibly unorthodox, us reconnecting was the reason we were here. I settled back and began to listen intently to the sounds of the room. I realized that I could tell when she was facing me when she spoke. I started imaging her staring intently at me as someone slid into her. As I pictured what the scene must be like, I only got more depressed and forlorn.

Eventually the sounds of sex died down. I tried to listen intently to see what was happening next. I heard shuffling and moving around. The scrapping of the bench being moved. And then I felt a brush of hair against the underside of my balls, hands grasping my thighs, and then a cool breeze as someone blew a breath of air against my penis. It immediately began twitching.

“Did you like the sound of that?” I could tell from where the voice came from, Cindy had laid down on her back with her head next to me and was laying her hands against my thigh to hold them steady.

“Yes mistress. Are you finished mistress?” I cried.

Cindy let out a sexy, throaty laugh. “My little slave, there is more to come.” I then asked her, with tears in my eyes.”Do you enjoy being the slut centerpiece at an orgy buffet?”

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My wife has a lot of fantasy’s and many are about harsh esx with black men!

A Wife’s Fantasy About Black Men!

The following is one of my wife’s favorite and most delicious fantasy’s! Much of this would be a set up as I would have planned most of it out and have gotten these guys together before hand! We would be visiting Atlanta to see her sister and while we were there. I would have seen to it that her fantasy came true!

She would be naked bound and blindfolded and taken by me to this all black bar/tavern in one of the depressed areas of Atlanta Georgia wearing only a coat and 4″ Heels! Once in the bar her coat would be removed a dog collar is placed around her neck and a leash would be attached to it! It would then given to the biggest meanest black man in the place so that he or his other black brothers could do what ever they wanted to her and I mean whatever! (No permanent marks) would be the only no, no!

She is the only white woman in the place, is naked and helpless has no clothes, no money, and no cell phone nor does she have any idea where she is at! The only rule for them is that she must remain naked and bound other than that, he or his friends even several lesbian bitches can do what ever perverted thing they want to her!

I go on to tell him her name! So that she can hear every word of the conversation, and that is several of her fantasy’s about wanting to have her pussy sucked and her ass whipped and that she wants to be gang raped by many well endowed black men as possible, lots of them, and to make sure these fantasy’s of hers all come true! I also tell him to make sure an video tape and take pictures of everything especially as each big cock stretches that white pussy of hers! I want to see a close up of her face when those 12″ black cocks and the pubic hair of his, and hers meet!

Then I tell him to give me a call when he/they are done with her giving him my cell number and the hotel I am staying at! It does not matter whether it is later that evening the next morning or after several days with him and his friends as I want to make sure she is well used and that her fantasy is fulfilled! He,this big black man, goes on to say, he might not give her back, and that maybe he just might keep her naked and on the end of a leash as a white slut slave! This comment scares the crap out of her, and is intended to do so!

I the give her a kiss and a loving pat on her bare bottom telling her to have fun! She then says, in a panic that she has changed her mind and starts to beg and plead for me not to leave her there naked and helpless with them!

I go on to tell her sorry dear this is what you wanted and now you has no choice but to go through with it! Besides telling her that I could not stop what ever it is, these black brothers are going to do to you even if they wanted! ..As I am leaving I hear this big black dude say “you are a horny white nympho bitch and we are going to treat you just like a bitch dog in heat! As her forces her down on her knees!

The last picture I have of her, as I leave the bar is her bare shapely bottom wiggling back and forth as she crawls along like a dog on all fours with him half dragging her over to the first man who has his enormous black cock out for her to suck! Another black man with his hard cock has already stuck it to her and is starting to ride her from the rear!

She now has been used and hard fucked by at least a dozen men with 10″ cocks and this Lesbian bitch has them at her request, hold her over a bar stool face down and taken one of the black brothers leather belts and has started to whip her bare white ass! Cum lots of it is really dripping out of her as the whipping has turned her white bottom a dull red! She has been screaming as the sadistic beating gos on but has not begged them to stop!

Just as she can take no more this lesbian has them turn her over and place her burning bare bottom on the bar stool and hold her helplessly with her pubic mound up open and vulnerable! Then she takes the belt and with the most sadistic smirk on her face starts to whip my wife’s pussy! It is an incredible site as her labia lips and big clit become more swollen and visible with each crack of the belt! My wife has fantasized about having her pussy really whipped and has even asked me to do this before. But I stopped before she asked, as I thought I might really hurt her! This time there will be no stopping and she will get the full treatment as she is, a closet masochist when it comes to having her pussy abused!

My wife is still withering from this painful pussy whipping and abuse this lesbian bitch then buries her face in my wife’s well whipped juicy cunt and aggressively gorges herself on her labia and blood red swollen clitoris! The results are an incredible convulsing orgasm as my wife even though she is being held down is helpless to do anything and can only lay there on her back and whimper as a black cock is shoved down her throat and quickly ejaculates an incredible amount of cum down her throat!

Later that night at around 10 pm this is what happen to my wife and what they did to her in Atlanta. She is naked and in the back of a car and on her way to god knows where she was then made to set on floor or to show her big white tits when ever they ran across another black brother on the street as they let him squeeze her tits or give her a quick fuck on one of the side streets!…

They have taken her to an old run down motel where another sadistic black pervert is waiting his name was Mr. Young …Her white ass that is now red was hanging out bare making her ass cheeks easy to whip some more!.. They have removed her simple leather dog collar, and….. have replaced it with a steel one along with similar wrist shackles that leave her manacled, chained and totally helpless! Both are locked with big brass locks and this sadist is the only one that has the key! He has threatened to toss it out into the street as they drive along! This has terrified my wife!

The owner of this hotel in the rough part of Atlanta caters to pimps ,hookers,and married couples that want there wives used by black men….willingly come! .Thank god it was after dark as she is totally nude and chained like some sort of slave,but there are still a lot of black people who see her! They call her a slut and a black cock whore, trying to humiliate her and say that she is white trash and that needs a real man to fuck this queen of spades white wife…..Every thing they needed was already in the room along with several other sadists and they were just drooling over this naked and shackled helpless and willing white wife Of mine!

Once in the room she has been placed up close to the big window in front, her hands still shacked together were raised up and chained over her head and then pulled up tight to where her toes even wearing heels were just barely touching the floor! Then they opened the curtains on the big front window. its was getting to be about 2 am when three more black men all pimps came to make a deal with this sadist . He told them they could use this white married slut as a whore and could sell her to anyone they wanted! In the mean time they took turns hard fucking her holes one in front and the other in back

When one would shoot his cum in her they would grab her hair and really pull her head back!. ..then they would really pull on her nipples and squeeze her big breasts! Then they just left her hanging there naked and chained with the door of the motel room unlocked and the lights on so that anyone could whip her bare ass and fuck her for the next several hours. Later that morning the hotel owner sent several young black men, boys that were gang members, this was in order to keep things cool with them and was to please them so they would not trash his motel or screw with his customers!

These young toughs got to rape my wife’s white ass and pussy numerous times till the black master came back…for her, he then unchained her and forced her down on her knees and made her first suck their hard black young cocks clean and then he made her really deep throat him as he had been saving his gigantic cum load just for her! He really laughed and loved humiliated her, and had her naked chained and on her knees !

He kept telling her first so say that she was a black cock whore, a queen of spades as loud as she could, and then made her howl like a dog! This was done in front of all them. Then with the steel collar on she was to shower and then get on the bed. Then the collar was chained to the bed! She could then go to sleep in the bed unless someone else came along and wanted to use her! Then he called me to come and get her!

They had taken all kinds of pictures and video as they hard fucked her! This treatment of her was the most humiliating degrading and abusive than she had ever experienced! She was black and blue and her throat was sore and her ass hole and pussy were gaping open holes that would take a week to return to some where close to normal! But it has only left her wanting more as she orgasmed both painfully, and pleasurably more times than she could ever remember! All one needs to accomplish this fantasy is a reasonably willing woman that loves black?

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Harry, Ron and Hermione started their holidays by sitting down at the kitchen table with Mrs. Weasley, Fleur, Gabrielle and Lupin. Mr. Weasley and Bill were still at work and the twins would be joining them in a couple of days. Percy still was not talking to anyone from the family. Charlie was going to be there on Christmas Eve. It was nine at night but no one felt the least bit tired. They all drank hot apple cider while chatting about Voldemort and his followers; and what they were up to. He was now trying to get goblins to follow him but with Bill’s pull in that community, from getting them allot of money, they turned him down. Voldemort did not like the idea so a couple of goblins were killed before the order arranged some protection for them.
Mrs. Weasley shooed them off to bed after a while and Harry/Ginny and Ron/Hermione were aloud to sleep with each other. She wasn’t stupid, she knew what was going on almost before they did. Harry’s items were in Ginny’s room waiting for him so he pulled on his nightclothes and turned to watch Ginny slither out of her Sunday dress she was wearing and pull on a silky gown. They climbed into bed and chatted for a while; they decided to pass on sex for tonight and just go to bed.
In the morning, they all got up and the twins decided to come home early so they all decided to go out side for some fun. Harry, Ginny and Ron were against the twins and Gabrielle in a little game of snowball fight. They each magiked a small fort in which to hide in and magiked snowballs to make them fly at each other. Harry was hit in the head a couple times trying to protect Ginny while she aimed snowballs at Gabrielle. Ron meanwhile tried shooting off two at the same time trying to hit Fred and George at the same time. He failed of course and got pummeled by a group of balls sent by the twins. Harry and Ron worked together, while Ron’s snowballs came from in front; Harry’s came from behind and nailed them. They then took aim at the fort, sent dozens of nice sized snowballs at their fort, and brought it down.
After a fun filled morning, they all went inside for some lunch, and to warm up, before going out for some Quidditch. Gabrielle was not too bad either but Harry’s team had won, as always, they played first to ten goals. The twins had to stop early because they had to go into the village and gather some items for the joke shop which left Harry, Ron, Ginny and Gabrielle to play together. They all decided to go inside for some hot cocoa and rest. Ron and Harry played a game of wizard chess while the girls sat and watched, talking to each other in whispers. Ron had won by only a small margin because Harry was learning Ron’s every move. “One of these days ill win.” Harry said to himself.
After the game the girls snuck off to Ginny’s room, they said they had to do something alone, so Harry and Ron went to see what Molly and Fleur were up to. They were not in the kitchen, basement or living room, considering they just came from there. They took a quick peek outside and did not see them anywhere so they decided to go up to Ron’s room and rest. As they passed Bill and Fleur’s room they heard some noise coming from inside. The door had been left open a crack so Harry went over to peek in.
Fleur was on her back completely naked with Molly in between her legs, naked also. Fleur was stretching and pulling on her nipples while her pussy was being eaten. Ron had whispered, “What’s going on?” but Harry did not hear him as he watched. Therefore, Ron got down lower than Harry and peeked in. With out realizing it both Harry and Ron had their hands inside their pants slowly stroking their dicks. “Oh Molly you are so much better than Bill at this.” they heard Fleur say but Molly just nodded her head and kept on eating. Harry noticed her ass staring them straight in the face so he looked between her legs and noticed her pussy lips opened up and dripped liquid from inside.
This gave Harry and idea so he slowly pushed open the door while Ron looked on in shock. Harry released his cock, which had been straining to get out, and got down behind Molly and shoved it into her pussy. Molly stopped in shock to look behind her but when she saw it was Harry she just smiled and turned back to eat Fleur out. Ron figured it was ok by now so he also whipped his cock out and climbed on the bed. Fleur opened her mouth and willingly took it. The four of them started up one nice orgy working in unison.
Molly’s pussy was so damn loose around Harry’s cock so he decided to pull it out and slide it into her ass. He pumped it into her ass then placed it into her pussy to get it wet some more. Then he planted it back in her ass, he kept this up for a while. Meanwhile Ron had his entire cock planted inside of Fleur’s mouth. Ron decided her head movement was not fast enough so he positioned his waist right on top of her face and fucked her mouth up and down as fats as he could. Ron rested his waist down on her face while he released his cum deep into her throat. Harry noticed this and not to be out done he pulled his cock out and gave it a few strokes to make it shoot across Molly’s back and up to Fleur’s mouth.
Harry and Ron then left to go to Ron’s room. They each fell asleep on a different bed and fell right to sleep. Molly opening the door and stating that diner was ready waked them. When they made it down stairs, everyone was home including the twins, Bill and Mr. Weasley. After diner and a quick chat about what else had been happening, the four young ones went up to Ron’s room. Harry lay down on his bed and closed his eyes to think. He then felt someone open his pants and pull them down. He just kept his eyes close and enjoyed the mouth making him hard again. The mouth had then released and he was about to open his eyes when he felt someone climb into bed and plunge their pussy down on him.
Harry noticed that it was too tight to be Ginny but before he could look he heard “Fuck me, I need you in me.” coming from Gabrielle. Harry snapped his eyes open and looked up and sure enough, Gabrielle was impaled on him. Harry looked around for Ginny and noticed she was naked on Ron’s bed with Ron fucking her brains out. Therefore, Harry grabbed Gabrielle’s hips and pulled her up and down on his dick. Gabrielle bent over and put her breasts to Harry’s chest. Harry looked over and Ginny was now doing the same thing to Ron.
All of a sudden, Harry felt something move on the bed but Gabrielle was blocking his view. He then felt some thing touch his dick from inside Gabrielle’s pussy. Harry looked over at the other two and noticed there were three. One of the twins had his cock buried inside Ginny’s ass. Harry figured the other twin was on his bed fucking Gabrielle in the ass. Harry just though this was better and picked up his speed. Harry pulled down on her ass to push as far as he could and came deep into her. Harry could feel the twin on him cum to when it dripped down on his cock. Once the other twin was finished they left, and Gabrielle and Ginny switched partners.
Harry was now with Ginny and Ron was with Gabrielle. Harry was to limp to continue but Ginny wouldn’t take no for an answer so she got down between his legs and sucked him hard again. Harry figured Gabrielle had done the same for Ron because he was on top of her fucking her brains out. A couple of times her head had hit the wall and Harry giggled. Once Harry was hard, again Ginny climbed on top and planted herself on him. Harry wanted to be on top so he grabbed her and spun around on top. Harry pushed and pulled as fast as he could getting moans from Ginny telling him he was doing it right. Harry bent over, took her nipple into his mouth, and gave it and little nibble.
After they all finished they went to bed there naked next to each other. The next day the girls woke up and wanted a quickie so Harry and Ron obliged. Afterwards they went outside with the twins for another snowball fight that was cut short when Gabrielle was hit in the eye. The next few days were pretty much the same with a couple more orgies that involved the twins. On Christmas Eve Charlie showed up and told Harry, he could tell Hagrid his dragon was doing well.
On Christmas day, Harry awoke to plenty of presents. He and Ron had gotten sweaters again and some chocolate frogs from Molly and Arthur. Hermione had gotten him a really advanced book on the dark arts. Harry just threw away Kreacher’s gift because of what happened last year. Hagrid’s present was tooth-breaking sweets and Dobby gave him a little statue of Harry ridding on a broom. Ron gave him the new copy of play witch and the twins a new Skiving Snack box. Harry looked all around but Ginny had not given him anything, which he though was weird.
They both went down for breakfast after Ginny came and got them. Harry asked her where his present was and she told him she would give it later. After breakfast, they all sat in the living room and had some fun discussions, because Voldemort was never mentioned. Hermione showed up after lunch had finished and joined in a real game of Quidditch because they had enough players. Ginny had to join Fred, Gabrielle, Fleur and Bill while Harry, Ron, Hermione, George and Charlie teamed up. Ron and Bill were keepers, the twins were beaters, Gabrielle/Fleur and Hermione/Charlie were chasers, which left Ginny and Harry to be seekers.
Harry’s team had won spectacularly 210 to 70 because Ron was still having problems with his nerves and Harry was quicker than Ginny. Afterward they all went back inside to eat diner. Mrs. Weasley Made a big diner that they needed two rooms, one for the food and one to eat. They all had a merry old time talking and playing at the table. Ron had reached for a turkey leg and went to sit back down, but the twins had their own idea and made his chair disappear. Ron fell and took the tablecloth with him who pulled all the food toward him but Mrs. Weasley caught the food before it hit Ron and the ground and magiked it back to the table. She also gave Fred and George a stern yelling while everyone else laughed.
After diner, Harry followed Ginny back to her room where they got undressed and climbed into bed. Ginny climbed on top of Harry and sat down on top of his cock. Ginny wanted to wait on the sex. She leaned down, put her lips to his ears, and whispered, “I’m pregnant.” She leaned back and Harry just stared at her. He had no idea what to say to that. He asked if anybody else knew and she told him, her mother did, that is why she allowed them to sleep together. However, no one else had been told before she could tell Harry.
Harry grabbed Ginny by the shoulders, pulled her down onto his chest, and embraced her in a tight hug. Harry rolled Ginny onto the bed beside him and felt her stomach. “Come to think of it,” Harry said, “there is a little pooch here.” Then he kissed her on the stomach and laid his head down. He no longer wanted sex, he just wanted to lay there and hold her.
The next morning when everyone was at the breakfast table they told everyone. Hermione was the first to jump up and rub Ginny’s stomach. Everyone was excited for them except Ron; he had hoped to beat Harry to at least becoming a father that is why he sent the condoms. The next day they would be going off to school so everyone packed that night so there are no surprises the next day. Harry awoke in the middle of the night because he had to go to the bathroom. He crept out of the bed not to wake Ginny and slid out the door.
He made his way down to the bathroom and did his business. Just as he was shaking off the door had opened. Fleur was standing there, naked, with cum dripping out of her pussy. She seemed half-asleep and went right over to where Harry was sitting on the toilet and sat on his lap. She pissed right between his legs right onto his cock, which had gotten hard right away. Harry felt his cock slowly started entering Fleur’s pussy. She did not even seem to notice she had a cock entering her. She started moving her hips back and forth. This just made Harry harder and he grabbed her hips and moved her up and down. It took a little effort but she obliged him and started ridding his cock.
She was wet and hot inside her pussy. Harry guessed a good deal of cum was still in her from Bill fucking her. Harry reached around and cupped her tits in each hand, which made her lean back on him. “Oh god yes” was all Harry could her as he pounded her, or rather she pounded him. Without any warning, Harry just let his sperm fly into her pussy without stopping her. When his dick finally got soft and fell out is when she stopped bouncing and got up and left. Harry just sat there for a second to compose himself and got up to leave. The door had flown open once again but this time Molly stepped in but she looked wide-awake.
Harry’s cock was still hanging in the open. She just walked over, dropped to her knees, and started sucking him off. It took a few minutes but Harry was hard again. Once this happened Molly lay on the floor and spread her legs wide open. Harry removed all of his clothes and lay down on top of her sliding her nightgown above her tits. Harry took his cock in hand and slid it slowly into her pussy. It seemed tighter this time for some reason. Harry pushed in as far as he could and pulled out until him cock was about to pop out. He pushed in as fast and as hard as he could. “Fuck my pussy raw. Please” Molly whispered in his ear.
Harry withdrew and pushed harder and faster with each stroke making her slide on the floor a little. Harry bent his head down in mid stroke and bit her nipple, which made her yell out, “yes” Harry gave each nipple the same attention back and forth. Harry then lifted both of her legs up onto his shoulders and started jack hammering into her. Molly started yelling out it was hurting but when Harry tried to stop she told him to keep it up. After a few more strokes, Harry gave her what cum he had left. Harry rolled off and closed his eyes to catch his breath.
Harry must have fallen asleep because when he opened his eyes the sun was rising. Harry closed his eyes again to will himself to get up when his cock started getting wet again. Harry just laid there enjoying it before they climbed up on him and slid his dick into her. Harry opened his eyes and looked up to see Gabrielle sitting on him. Harry just laid there and let her do all of the work because he was just to tired. He closed his eyes again and grabbed her hips to help guide her. After a couple minutes, she stopped and Harry thought she was done but then he felt a pair of legs on the sides of his head. He tried looking up but all he could see was a pussy coming down. Harry just grabbed the hips (which he recognized as Ginny’s right away) and steered her to his face. Harry stuck his tongue deep inside her pussy while Gabrielle started bouncing up and down again.
After a few minutes, Harry felt Ginny tighten up and he felt a warm liquid slide down his throat. Ginny’s cum tasted good to Harry, which just made him cum in Gabrielle. After composing themselves they all went to get packed for school. Gabrielle was going back to Beauxbatons and the rest were off to Hogwarts. This time since everyone could apparate to Hogwarts they would get there from Hogsmeade. It was a teary goodbye but they all made it to school unharmed.
To Be Continued.…

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Fiona is kidnapped by the gorgon who has naughty plans for the twinborn witch!

The Triad and the Gorgon’s Hypnotic Gaze
Chapter Two: The Gorgon’s Sex Toy
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Fiona – Dev-Lek, The Kingdom of Haz

I screamed. The gorgon’s dull-green hand muffled the sound.

My heart beat with terror. The gorgon Euryale had plagued the mining town of Dev-Lek for a week or more. Many miners were missing, presumed transformed into stone, and a half-dozen of the local prostitutes had also vanished.

That was different. Gorgons seduced and transformed men into living statues for them to always preen around. They did not abducted women. But Euryale was different. Earlier today, my spouses and I had rescued Eoshia and two missing prostitutes who were under Euryale’s magical domination. Anger drove me out of the inn and right into the gorgon’s hands.

Despite my fear, anger flashed through me. I couldn’t get the image of Seamus and Eoshia writhing in bed together. I had seen him with many other women, a few even married, and yet it hurt seeing him with Eoshia. I wasn’t sure who I was more angry with, Seamus for his womanizing ways or Eoshia for bedding him mere minutes after being reunited with her loving husband.

Didn’t Eoshia know how much Feran loved her?

Didn’t Seamus know how much I love him?

My sister was no better. Aoifa was inside being fucked by a disgusting monster called a barguest.

No. I couldn’t focus on my husband and sister-wife. I was in real trouble. The gorgon had me. I shouldn’t have stormed out of the inn. Feran warned me of the dangers, but I had just been so sickened by the sight of Eoshia writhing beneath Seamus.

“Don’t fear, pretty one,” Euryale purred as her snakes hissed. “Euryale won’t harm a single hair on your pretty body.”

I shuddered as the snakes adorning her hair rubbed against my cheeks, their tongues flicking out to brush across my body. I shuddered and struggled harder. I wasn’t a weak woman. I was a twinborn witch. I had fought a dozen times, taking on monsters of all sorts.

Of course, normally I could speak so I could work my magic. That was difficult with Euryale’s hand about my mouth.

I grasped her wrist, letting out a frustrated moan as I tugged. I poured all my betrayed hatred into prying off her hand. For a moment, her palm parted my lips and I managed to spit out a single word, trying to summon the spirits that were all around us.

“None of that,” purred Euryale. “Euryale can feel your power. She is so happy you came. That is why she is here. She lured you. Euryale set out the bait, and you came running.”

My eyes widened. Why did the gorgon want me?

“Euryale knows your turmoil. She can feel it. You’ve been betrayed by your man. She knows what that is like.”

Her snakes wrapped around my head as she rubbed her chin against mine. They slithered through my long, auburn hair. Others pushed down the front of my robes. I gasped as one wrapped around my small breasts. My nipples hardened reflexively and I tried to ignore that hot shudder that ran down my body.

“Euryale knows that your husband is a pig.”

Seamus was a pig.

“Eurayle was watching during the ambush. She witnessed him try to and take Eoshia right before you.” Euryale tsked. “Such a pig. Do not worry. Euryale will help you. You shall help each other.”

Her hand moved away. Euryale’s lips latched onto mine before I could summon my spirits again. Her lips were soft and surprisingly sweet. Her golden eyes filled mine. Her black pupils were slitted like a snake.

My pussy itched as her forked tongue filled my mouth. The serpent wrapped around my breast flicked its tongue against my hard nipple. I couldn’t help moaning against into her lips as I stared into the deep eyes.

“Fiona!” Seamus called again.

He had followed me out into the night. He was probably going to try and convince me to have a threesome with him and Eoshia. My spouses were always trying to make me break my marriage vows, whether with men, women, or monsters.

Seamus was such a lusty men he took pleasure from watching Aoifa writhe beneath man, woman, or monster.

Those golden eyes seemed to grow larger and larger. They filled my world. They swallowed me up and…

Darkness overtook me.

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Seamus

I didn’t find Fiona in the darkness. She probably hadn’t even fled outside. She would know better than to go out here alone. There was a monster wandering around. She had probably found her room and was pouting because, once again, Aoifa and I were willing to have fun.

I stalked back to the inn. Fiona needed to grow up and abandon her childish views. There was so much fun she could be having. I loved the woman, her and Aoifa both, but she could be as irritating as rusty chainmail.

The inn was boisterous when I strode into the main door. Eoshia, her hair damp and in a high-necked dress, worked behind the bar with her husband. They were holding hands, sharing their love. Just because she experienced passion in my arms didn’t make Eoshia forget her love for her husband.

I just gave her something her husband couldn’t.

I looked around for Aoifa. The barguest had assumed his human form, sitting at a table with a collar and leash about his neck as he nursed his beer. Despite changing forms, he still had the same black, leathery hide and no hair. He stood out like a virgin in a whore house.

At the other corner, a group of miners cheered and hollered. I had a feeling I found Aoifa.

I strolled across the room, passing a prostitute with her tits hanging out as she lounged on the lap of a rough, dirty man with arms as thick as my thighs and a long, tangled beard. She cooed and laughed as he worked his fingers beneath her skirt.

“Get every drop out, whore,” one of the men cheered. “Drink that barguest cum.”

My cock throbbed. I joined the men. Aoifa lay naked on the table, pulling at the silver rings piercing her fat nipples. Despite being Fiona’s twin, the pair were as different as night and day. Fiona had long, dark-red hair whereas Aoifa was black and short. Aoifa’s breasts were large and round, Fiona’s were only a small, though lovely, handful. Only their eyes were the same deep blue.

“There’s my husband,” moaned Aoifa as she shuddered on a Hazian’s whore mouth. The black-haired, dusky-skinned strumpet had her lips locked to Aoifa’s shaved pussy, licking out every drop of the barguest cum. “That monster’s cock was amazing.”

“Sorry I missed it.”

Aoifa smiled, her eyes flicking to the bar and Eoshia. “Oh, you’re not sorry.”

“A little,” I answered as I watched her. If Fiona wanted to pout in her room all night, Aoifa and I were more than willing to have fun without her.

“She your wife?” one miner asked, giving me a look.

“For the last year,” I grinned. “She’s a saucy wench. Keeps me and my other wife on our toes.”

“Two wives?” another man said, shaking his head. “One’s bad enough. They don’t let you have anyone fun.”

“That’s Fiona,” groaned Aoifa as she shuddered. “I’m fun.”

The miners laughed and I grinned at my wife.

“Oh, damn. This whore knows her way around pussy. Keep licking right there, and it’ll be more than barguest cum flooding your mouth.”

My wife’s breasts jiggled as she writhed on the whore’s mouth. Aoifa grabbed the whore’s dark hair and held the slut against her pussy. Aoifa’s blue eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm crashed through her. Her back arched and the table creaked beneath her bucking body.

“Saphique’s hungry mouth,” Aoifa moaned, “devour my pussy slut! By the gods, yes!”

“Look at that slut go!” laughed a miner. “I want to pull on those big rings until she explodes.”

“You’ll have to wait in line,” Aoifa purred.

“Oh, yeah?” the miner growled. He grabbed my wife’s nipple ring and tugged. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she quaked and shook on the table, another orgasm rippling through her as the miner man-handled her tit.

“Seamus,” Aoifa moaned. “Teach this cocksucker how to wait in lines.”

“Who’s Seamus?” the miner asked.

I grabbed the miner’s wrist in a crushing grip. His hand spasmed opened and released Aoifa’s tit. The man turned on me. He was a big brute—all the miners were—with ropy muscles across his chest and arms and a fat gut jiggling before him. Dirt stained his face and hands.

“Who in damnation are you?” he bellowed.

“My husband,” Aoifa smiled.

My fist slammed into his face. It was a satisfying punch. He reeled back and crashed into two of his friends. All three collapsed to the floor, spilling foamy beer across the wooden boards. Other miners cheered and laughed.

The man I punched let out a loud snore.

“One punch,” Aoifa purred, reaching out to grab the waistband of my leather pants and pull me closer. “Nicely done, husband of mine.”

Her lips met mine in a hot kiss, her naked thighs wrapping around me. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, wiggling as she humped against my crotch. My cock was an iron sword aching to be sheathed in her hot cunt.

Aoifa giggled as she broke the kiss, falling back on the table. She kept her legs wrapped around me, undulating against my crotch and making her tits jiggle. “I’m so sorry, boys, but a wife must satisfy her husband first.”

The miners roared as she winked at them.

“You married a whore,” laughed a miner.

“I’m no whore,” objected Aoifa, her lips pouting. “I don’t charge. I’m a slut. A wanton woman that loves cock.”

“After I’m done fucking your wife, she won’t want your little dick,” another miner boasted.

“Trust me, no man has yet compared to what my husband packs,” Aoifa grinned as she unlaced my pants. “But I keep looking.”

“You’ll never find it,” I boasted. “No man fucks as good as I do.”

I glanced at Eoshia at the bar. Her cheeks were red and she looked down, pretending to wipe up a spill. Aoifa’s hands pulling out my cock brought my attention to my wanton wife. She rubbed my shaft up and down on her pussy. She was hot and wet.

“Fuck me, husband of mine,” she purred. “Get me all wet and slippery for the miners.”

“You are such a naughty wife,” I growled as I thrust into her hot depths.

Her youthful face contorted. A shudder ran through her body as I sank into her sheath. Her wet folds tightened about my cock. There was only one other cunt that felt tight in all the same places. It was the other way Fiona and Aoifa were the same.

“Pater’s cock, that’s wonderful,” moaned Aoifa. “My husband’s big dick puts you all to shame.”

“We’ll see,” boasted a miner as I drew back and slammed into my wife.

“I’ll try not to laugh,” Aoifa giggled, “when I see your itty bitty cock.”

I leaned over her, the table rocking beneath us. “You are driving them wild with lust.”

“I want to be fucked hard over and over,” she moaned.

“We’re here to kill a gorgon.”

“Don’t be like Fiona,” Aoifa groaned, her hips bucking up into my hard thrusts. “Just fuck me and love me, husband of mine.”

I smiled down at her. She seized my shoulder-long, red hair and pulled me down for another hot kiss. Her body was lithe beneath me and her pierced nipples rubbed against my bare chest. Her fingers clawed at my back as she growled into our kiss.

“Gods, what a woman,” I groaned when I broke the kiss. My thrusts were deep, plunging strokes. I sank in fast then drew out slow, letting her pussy grip my shaft. She shuddered beneath me every time, her pussy clenching as her pleasure grew.

I glanced at the bar again. Eoshia watched, her hands clenched to her breasts. I gave her a smile before turning back to my wife. I squeezed Aoifa’s heavy tit as my strokes grew faster and faster. Her face was twisted with passion.

“So good. Slam that big cock in me, husband. Show these miners how to fuck a lady.”
“No ladies here ‘cept Eoshia,” laughed a harlot.

“Look at his ass go,” another whore giggled. My pants were pulled down and a soft, feminine hand squeezed my butt. “Mmm, that is a gorgeous ass.”
“Oh, yes.”

“He fucks her so hard,” sighed the first harlot.

“I’ll fuck you just as hard, Devia,” grunted a miner.

“Is it as hot for you as it is for me feeling all their eyes on us?” Aoifa whispered into my ear. Her pussy clenched on my cock. “It makes me so hot. I love all these eyes lusting after me.”

“Yes,” I groaned. I could feel Eoshia’s eyes on my ass. The married beauty was replaying our tryst in her mind, her pussy growing hotter and hotter.

“Oh, gods,” Aoifa moaned beneath me. “Slata’s cunt, yes. My husband knows how to wield his cock!”

Her fingernails dug into my back as her pussy writhed about my cock. She bucked and spasmed beneath me. I slammed into her harder. She gasped every time I bottomed out, her fingers scratching me as her passion groaned from her lips.

“Cum in me, husband of mine! Lube me for all these filthy miners! Oh, gods, yes! I’m going to fuck them all!”

“Dirty slut,” I groaned as I slammed into her. “You want me to watch?”

“Gods, yes!”

I slammed into my wife and filled her pussy with cum. My back arched as the pleasure pulsed out of me. I groaned and shuddered as I writhed atop her. Blast after blast of my cum filled her pussy. The first load of many.

“Damn, that was a good fuck, husband of mine,” Aoifa grinned. “Mmm, by the gods, I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I sighed as I nuzzled her neck.

“You’ve had your fun,” a miner shouted. “Let us have a poke at your sweet wife.”

I grinned and pulled out. “She’s all yours. Fuck her hard. She’ll love it.”

Aoifa gasped as the first miner mounted and slammed his cock into her. I sat down at a table. A whore strolled up. I smiled; she was one of the two we rescued this afternoon. She was dressed now, her thin clothing clinging to a lush body.

“Eoshia sent this over,” she purred, a smile on her lips. “She thinks you might be thirsty.”

“Mightily,” I grinned and took the tankard, taking a deep pull of the rich ale.

The whore sat across my lap. “Did you fuck her?”

I winked at her and she giggled. “You are a stud. Did I ever thank you for saving me?”
“Nope.”

“The night’s still young,” she promised as she nibbled on my ear.

I took another deep pull and watched Aoifa gasp and writhe beneath the miner. My cock found a second wind as I watched, and soon the whore was on her knees bobbing her mouth up and down while I watched my beautiful bride enjoy her evening with man after man.

A pity Fiona had retired early.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fiona

I drifted through darkness. I wasn’t asleep. My sleep was deeper to unconsciousness and yet somehow closer to wakefulness. I was almost aware as I was carried. The hiss off serpents and the rasps of scales rubbing on scales was just beyond my hearing. Sounds echoed around me, long and deep. I was underground, being carried by Euryale.

I should be afraid, but there were no emotions in the darkness. My anger at Seamus and Eoshia had vanished. My fear at what terrible plans Euryale had for me dissipated. Even the strange lusts the monster had awakened with her kiss had faded away.

There was only me and the darkness and the distant sounds.

I seemed to drift for an eternity in Euryale’s arms. Her voice crooned across the vast expanse of creation separating us. This darkness was so primordial. I drifted through the vast sea of chaos and nothingness that birthed Pater and Mather. The first two gods had been entwined in passion. From their union was birthed our world, the sky, the stars, the sun and moon. Every animal and plant, and the two goddess Saphique and Slata.

I was back at the beginning before there was any strife or betrayal. Before Pater broke his marriage vows to Matar and took his daughter Slata as his new bride. Before Matar, envious of Pater’s cock, fashioned one for herself.

I wanted to stay here. Seamus and Eoshia couldn’t hurt me here. I couldn’t witness love betrayed.
But then you would be alone, a voice seemed to whispered from the depths of my soul. Would you never want to see Seamus and your twin sister again?

For once, a memory of an emotion twinged through me. I could not say what it was. It was too…faint, too primitive.

“Awaken.” Euryale’s command crashed through the emptiness. It was a spoken word, but a projection of her force.

My eyes opened from my trance.

I lay on a bed in a dimly let cave. It was cool and dry. Candles burned around the bed, their flickering light painting deep shadows in the creases of the sheets I lay on. I was naked, my hair unbraided and spread about my small breasts. Three statues of naked men surrounded the bed, their cocks all hard before them.

Euryale’s victims.

Kneeling on the floor were five Hazian women. The missing prostitutes all writhed naked on the cave floor, their breasts heaving as they kneaded those mounds, and their mouths open with bliss as they fingered their pussies. Beneath the scent of wet earth, I caught the perfume of their hot pussies. Their eyes were glazed over, enslaved by the gorgon somehow.

I swallowed. Would I meet their fate?

No. My mouth was free. I could command my spirits.

“Good,” a voice hissed from the shadows. “Euryale is pleased you are awake, Fiona.”

“So pleased,” cooed the five women in unison. They were enchanted. It reminded me of a mage’s work, using the element of life to control the prostitutes.

First, I would bind the prostitutes so they would not interfere, then I would handle the gorgon. “Come to me spirits,” I cried out, my voice echoing back, “and aid me. Bind these women and keep them safe.”

The spirits did not rise out of the floor. My stomach knotted. Spirits were everywhere and in everything. My gaze cast around. There were no spirits in this place. No Evocation, Enhancement, Abjuration, Conjuration, or Transformation spirits danced through the air. Painted on the walls were symbols written in the arcane tongue.

“You’re a mage?” I gaped.

“Euryale has been taught the arcane arts,” hissed the gorgon.

“I doubt the new Collegiate Tower takes gorgons,” I said, my heart racing faster. I scanned around. A curtain of silk covered a section of the cave wall. It rippled. There was an opening behind the curtain.
My freedom.

“Euryale did not study with the uptight mages.” The gorgon stepped out of the darkness. She was still naked. Her silver serpents undulated about her face. One wrapped around Euryale’s throat and another wrapped around a heavy breast, the forked tongue flicking at her nipple.

Heat flushed through me.

“Then how do you know magic?” Only the Collegiate Tower at the city of Esh-Esh taught mages. The Magery Council of Thosi was jealous of their knowledge since they arose, stamping out other centers of practice.

“Euryale was a diligent student of Mage Liasil.” A sad hiss entered Euryale’s voice. The gorgon reached a stone statue, stroking the muscular, granite body. “Liasil showed Euryale so many things. She taught Euryale marvels. They shared everything, but Liasil…”

A tear ran down the gorgon’s cheek.

“But now Euryale has found you.”

“You are so fortunate,” the five women moaned together. Their bodies twisted. They came together, gasping and panting.

“Euryale shall love you as fiercely as she loved Liasil.” The gorgon stepped to the bed. I pulled up my legs, tucking them into a ball as the Gorgon sat on the edge of my bed. Her golden eyes fixed on mine. “Euryale searched for you for years. So alone.”

“Did Liasil…die?” I asked, my throat tight. My eyes burned. Was I feeling pity for this monster?

“Euryale does not age, but humans do. Liasil was talented. She extended her life to stay with Euryale for as long as she could.” The gorgon’s hand slid across the silk sheet to brush mine. “But it wasn’t enough. She left Euryale alone.”

“She…died…?” My voice cracked. I turned my hand to grasp Euryale’s and gave her a squeeze.

The gorgon nodded. Her tears fell faster. “Euryale was all alone. And then she saw you.” The gorgon’s slitted eyes lit up, staring into mine. “You were outside a dark tower writhing in the embrace of an invisible spirit.”

My cheeks blushed. I thought only my spouses had witnessed that. The air elemental had given me pleasure. I had tried to fight it, but I couldn’t help giving in. Seamus had watched, eager to see me break my marriage vows for his pleasure.

“Your spouses aren’t like you,” the gorgon purred. “They do not understand you the way Euryale does.”

I frowned at that. “What do you mean?”

Her hand tightened on mine. Her other reached out to rest on my thigh. A shiver of heat ran up my leg. My nipples hardened and I fought the urge to moan. Her hand was soft on my thigh. She stroked up a little higher. Tingles ran up to my pussy, ending on my little clit.

“Euryale would never ogle other women before you.” The gorgon leaned in closer. “Euryale would never seduce a married woman into her bed while you watched.”

“You know about that?” I asked.

“Euryale watched as Seamus seduced poor Eoshia. He confused her and then took her. He did not care about you or her husband.”

I swallowed. “But…you…dominated Eoshia…”

Her eyes were so golden. It was getting hard to think. She was using life magic on me, seeping into my thoughts. I tried to fight it, but it was so hard. She was so hypnotic. Her hand slid higher on my leg. My clit throbbed harder and my breath quickened.

“Euryale only did that to brining you to here.” The gorgon’s lips were inches away from mine. Her undulating snakes rubbed on my face, their soft tongues flicking and caressing me. “Euryale knew you would come. You are a good person. So is Euryale.”

“But…” I said. “I’m a married woman. You’re asking me to break my vows.” Even if I have broken them in the past, I had always regretted it. Aoifa and Seamus always tried to make me think it was right, to give into my pleasures. “You…you’re like Seamus.”

Euryale and her snake-hairs hissed together. “No. Euryale is nothing like him. She would never be eager to defeat a dark warlock just to fuck the virgins he captured. She would never enjoy cuckolding a man while you watched. She would never be with another person. Just you. Euryale loves you. Not Seamus. He is an animal.”

“He loves me,” I whispered.

“Then why would he ever break his vows. If his love was true, he would never give in and cheat on you.” Her snakes tightened about my head, rubbing their dry, scaly bodies against my skin. They pulled me closer to her lips. I wanted to fight, but her words were so true.

Why couldn’t Seamus love her enough to be faithful. He and Aoifa both were too consumed with their lusts to ever be faithful.

“He broke your marriage vows,” Euryale whispered. “Are you even married after that?”

My eyes widened. Her lips planted on mine. I sighed into her kiss. Her lips were hot. The serpents writhed about my face and shoulders as her hand slid higher and higher up my thigh. I parted my legs. Her fingers brushed the folds of my pussy.

I shuddered into her mouth. Was she right? Was my marriage already broken? Seamus and Aoifa had violated my vows. No doubt, they violated them right now. Did that make it right what I was doing? Was it okay for me to give in and love Euryale?

Seamus had never promised me fidelity, but Euryale did.

My tongue caressed hers. I closed my eyes. Her finger slid through my pussy lips. I sucked a breath through my nose as her finger reached my clit. She circled it. I shuddered in delight and kissed her harder.

One of her serpents slid down to my breasts. The snake’s body wrapped about my tit, squeezing my small breast into a firm mount. The snake coiled about until it’s tongue flicked and played with my hard nipple. I hot tingle rushed down to my pussy.

Other serpent tongues flicked against my ears. One slithered down my back. This serpent was longer than the other snakes sprouting from her head. It nuzzled between the cheeks of my ass. My body was wrapped up by scaly bodies. They tightened on me, teasing my skin. Everywhere they touched me was electric.

“Gods, yes,” I gasped, breaking the kiss as Euryale played with my clit.

The curtain swayed as the dominated women left, leaving us to our privacy. Lust clouded my mind. I would have to see them returned and the statues healed. And then…maybe…I could consider…being with her.

If she were faithful.

“Euryale loves you so,” purred the gorgon.

My pussy contracted. Her finger rubbed at my clit. My pleasure swelled inside me. Her words sank into me. My heart beat faster. I wanted to love her. My heart whispered it to my mind. She had enchanted me with her love.

Enchanted me…

Was I under her spell?

Euryale’s finger rubbed harder at my clit. The serpent nuzzling my nipple flicked its tongue harder. A second serpent found my other hard nipple. The mouth open, sucking my nub into the snake’s gummy maw.

The sensations shot down to my pussy. It was so hard to think. It was hard to fight my urge to love her. It was so easy to give into the pleasure she churned through my body. Her finger rubbed faster and faster. My body shook in the embrace of her serpent-hair. I tossed back my head and squeezed my eyes shut.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Oh, that’s so good. Mmm, yes. You’re making me feel so good. Oh, wow. Oh, yes.”

The question of whether I loved her or she had enchanted could wait. My orgasm burst through me.

The serpent’s caressed my skin and massaged my breasts as the pleasure rippled through my body. My eyes fuzzed as the bliss crashed into my mine. The touch of her scaly snake-hairs was sensual. My skin was alive. One brushed my lips. I kissed the snake-hair’s snout, the small tongue flicking into my mouth.

“Gods, yes,” I gasped as the snakes lowered me back to the bed. I gasped and heaved as they slithered from my skin.

I felt so alone. My skin wasn’t being massaged by their undulating bodies. I forced my eyes open in time to witness Euryale’s legs straddling my head. Her pussy was hairless. She didn’t shave, there was no traces of stubble like Aoifa’s pussy or my pussy. She had no hair on her body. Her labia were thick and engorged with her excitement. An intoxicating jasmine tickled my nose.

I inhaled deeply as she stretched over my body. Her breasts pillowed on my stomach. Her snakes entwined about my thighs and calves, reaching for my toes. Flickering tongues caressed my sensitive toes. I moaned as Euryale settled her pussy on my lips.

“Gods, yes,” I purred into her pussy before I took a long lick up her slit.

“Euryale loves your passion,” the gorgon moaned, her breath hot on my wet pussy. Her lips and one of her serpent-hairs pressed into the shaved folds of my pussy. I only had a landing strip—Seamus’s preference.

“Euryale desires to see your bush grow,” the gorgon purred like she read my thoughts.

“Yes,” I moaned.

Her tongue curled around my clit as her snake-hair’s angular head nuzzled at the wet folds of my pussy. The tongue flicked into my wet depths. The gorgon moaned, tasting my pussy with her hair’s tongue. The head wiggled in deeper and deeper.

My eyes widened as the snake wiggled like a tentacle into my depths. My pussy undulated around the scaly body as it fucked in and out of my depths. It was such a delicious sensation. The head widened like an arrow point, thicker than the rest of its body. It stretched me out as it wiggled into the depths of my pussy, the tongue flicking out to caress at my cervix.

“Slata’s cunt,” I gasped, my legs twitching. The serpents entwining my thighs clenched and relaxed. They kept teasing my toes. My body was alive with sensations.

I licked through Euryale’s pussy faster. My tongue flailed through her thick folds and jasmine-scented pussy. She purred around my clit, her tongue lashing my aching bud. The pleasure built in my depths, mixing with the delight of the serpent fucking my pussy.

Another serpent-hair wiggled beneath me. The head pressed curiously between the cheeks of my butt. The tongue flicked at my sphincter. I moaned, and shifted, my eyes squeezing shut as the serpent nuzzled with its scaly nose.

“Euryale loves the taste of your ass, Fiona.”

“Do you want to fuck my ass,” I gasped, my pussy clenching down on the snake wriggling in my depths.

“Yes, Euryale does.”

The wedged-shaped snake head pressed into my asshole. My sphincter widened. My toes curled in delight and I plunged my tongue deep into Euryale’s pussy. The gorgon shuddered atop me as she reamed both my holes. My bowels burned with hot pleasure as the snake wiggled deeper and deeper.

My fingers gripped Euryale’s ass. I pulled her pussy down tight as I moaned into her depths. An orgasm washed through me. I shuddered and gasped my delight. There were so many sensations assaulting my body.

Seamus could never make you feel all this.

The thought bubbled up with my orgasm. He never could. I bucked beneath Euryale. My tongue fucked her pussy as I screamed out my bliss. My fingers dug into her bubbly ass. The gorgon moaned around my clit, her hips undulating and her serpents all hissing in delight.

“Cum…” the snakes all seemed to hiss at once.

Jasmine pussy juices flooded my mouth. The two snakes fucking my ass and pussy shoved their heads in deep. My body bucked in delight. My body writhed about their intrusion. I drank down all of the delicious juices pouring into my mouth.

Another orgasm exploded through me. The bed creaked as we both thrashed in delight. My moans joined her snake-hairs’ hissing. Her mouth sucked hard on my clit. The pleasure squirted out of my pussy around her snake.

You love Euryale.

My pleasure reached its zenith. My entire body went rigid. My thoughts were wiped out.

And then I crashed into unconsciousness.

I drifted through dreams and remembered the past. I was eighteen again. I emerged from the tent back home in the Tuathan Valley, my face anointed with sacred ochre, blessed by Ol’ Morigan, an ancient witch. She had been my teacher, guiding me to communicate and command the spirits around me.

The paladins were all waiting. They knew it was time for me to chose my husband. There were five of them, from Seamus who was only a few months older than me, to Patrick who was twice my age. They all wanted me. They all performed feats of strength to impress me.

All except Seamus.

Aoifa was at my side as the paladins courted me. She whispered in my ears, describing in detail how each man was in bed, making my virgin ears burn bright. She had always been such a frank girl. Sometimes, it was hard to imagine we were twins.

As the day wore on, the paladins sparred, threw tree trunks and engaged in other games of strength, and flashed their bulging muscles at me. Each was a handsome man, even Patrick, and all were strong warriors. Each demonstrated why they would make an excellent guard and warrior.

But not Seamus.

He watched with his handsome face, his chin seemingly chiseled from granite. His red hair fell about his shoulders, framing his face in passionate fire. His eyes were always on me. I had seen him in the village. I knew he was a handsome man. He had graced my fantasies more than a few times.

My heart beat every time he stared at me.

“He’s the best,” Aoifa purred. “And not just in bed.”

“Aoifa,” I blushed.

“He made love to me last night,” Aoifa continued. “While you were with Ol’ Morigan not having fun, he stole into our house and carried me from our bed without our parents knowing. He held me in his arms and laid me out on the field behind the barn. The moon was out. He was so gentle. He gave me what I wanted.”

“And what was that?”

“Love,” Aoifa sighed. “He whispered it into my ear. ‘I love you and your sister. I want you both. You shall be mine.’”

My cheeks reddened. “Really? He said he loved us both?”

“He meant it. You should have seen his eyes.” Aoifa leaned closer. “He’s a passionate man.”

“But…I heard he cuckold the miller and the tanner.” I swallowed. “He made their wives break their marriage vows.”

“Trust me, they wanted him.” Aoifa turned my head. “Tell me you don’t. Tell me you don’t want that man inside you whispering how much he loves you.”

“Doesn’t he whisper that to all the girls he beds?” I frowned.

Aoifa shook her head. “Siona, Finnuala, Eimear, Norene, and Ailbhe have all bedded him many times. But he’s never said that four letter word to them.”

“If he loves me, then why isn’t he competing? Why is he just sitting there?”

Aoifa arched an eyebrow. “Ask him.”

Swallowing, I stood up and crossed the heather. The wind blew down from the glacier at the end of the valley, banishing some of the spring heat. The entire village waited, dressed in their finery. Our wedding would be held at sunset. I had to make my choice. It was my duty.

I was a twinborn witch.

I stopped before Seamus. The other paladins watched me with hunger in their eyes. They wanted glory and adventure. They didn’t see me as a woman. They saw me as a prize, something that, when one, would let them leave behind the valley and travel. They wouldn’t have to guard our people but guard the entire mountains, fighting monsters and defeating warlocks.

Seamus’s green eyes held something else—passion. I was a woman in his eyes.

My nipples hardened as I stood before him. He was so gorgeous. His hand reached out and cupped my cheek. “What proof of your skill do you offer me?” I asked. “Why have you not attempted to win my favor?”

“I already have your favor,” he answered as he leaned in. “I don’t need to prove why you should pick me. You’re heart already knows, Fiona. I’ve seen the way you watch me in the village. I know the look in your eye.”

My heart beat faster. “Yes, I’ve watched you. You are a…handsome man.”

“It’s more than that. I can feel it.”

“And that means I should be with a womanizer?”

“I don’t love those other women. I told your sister the truth last night. You’ll pick me because you want to be loved.” His hand caressed my arm. “Fiona, I have loved you since we were children. You and Aoifa both. I knew I would be your husband. I became a paladin to be with you.”

“And the other women?”

“Will never have my heart the way you and your sister do.” He seized my lips in a kiss.

I woke up.

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Seamus

I woke up, two women pressed against me. My head ache. My mouth tasted like old leather. One of the women snored softly, her breasts pillowed against my back. I was on my side. The other woman was lying on her back, her head pillowed on my arm.

Neither were my wives.

The sun was already streaming through the window. As much as I wanted to sleep, we were here to kill that gorgon. If I didn’t get up, Fiona would prowl the inn until she found me and hauled me out of bed. She always had a cute look in her face when she was disappointed in me.

The whores—both women were the two prostitutes we rescued yesterday—didn’t wake up, still sleeping off their drink. They weren’t paladins of Gewin. He hadn’t blessed their bodies with strength and health. It helped with hangovers.

A little.

“I need Fiona,” I winced as my head throbbed.

I found my pants, then I forced myself to pull on my chainmail coat, the links clinking as I pulled it over my body. I was used the weight hanging off my shoulders. I had been wearing mail almost every day since I was twelve.

I smiled, remembering the day I fell for Fiona and Aoifa. They had been in a field, their hair still in pigtails, laughing as the went from flower to flower to form little tiaras. I knew I would marry them. So I marched up to the temple and demanded to be a squire.

Last, I strapped on my sword belt. I would need it against the gorgon.

I marched out of the inn, my eyes scanning for Fiona. I had no idea which room she would be in. Aoifa would find her faster. I marched out to the common room. Aoifa lay sprawled on her back, her body streaked in dried cum, her breasts rising and falling. Around her, half-naked miners slept on the floor, snoring loudly, all passed out from drink.

I dumped a bucket of water on Aoifa.

“Seamus!” she shrieked as she bucked up. Her eyes glared at me as her short, black hair dripped water down her face. More rivulets dribbled won her breasts, washing away some of the cum stains. “Don’t stand there and smile like that.”

“You need a bath,” I laughed as I stared at her.

“Ooh, I’m going to help Fiona next time she’s mad at you.” She shivered. “Las’s jizz, that water was cold.”

“Yep,” I nodded. “You still need another bucket.” I glanced down at the men on the floor. “Did you fuck them all?”

“I think so,” she said, rubbing at her head. “Ooh, I could use one of Fiona’s spirits right now.”

I nodded in agreement. “Let’s go find our wife.”

Aoifa frowned as she slipped off the table. “The sun’s up?”

“Yeah.”

“And where is Fiona?”

“I don’t know.” I looked around. “She must be in one of the inn’s rooms. Unless…”

“Unless what?”

My stomach tightened. “She wasn’t happy when she saw me and…” I glanced at the unconscious miner, “…Eoshia in bed. She took it poorly.”

Aoifa rolled her eyes. “I don’t know why she’s so strict about marriage vows.”

“Yeah.” I didn’t get it either. She took all her vows seriously. “But…I thought she went outside. I looked for her, but I didn’t find her, so maybe she stayed somewhere else.”

“Where?”

“She was outside?” Eoshia stood in the bar, wearing a linen gown. Her husband moved up behind her, his hand on her hip.

“Yeah, um, she was mad at me.”

Eoshia’s eyes paled and a shiver ran through her. “But…outside is where the gorgon snatches people.”

“I thought she operated in the mines?” Aoifa asked.

“We think she’s hiding in the old tunnels,” Feran said, glancing at his wife. “But no one disappeared in the mines.”

“Did you think me and the missing prostitutes went into the mines?” Eoshia asked.

“Well…” I said, then frowned. “You’re not saying she was taken?”

“Slata’s cunt,” Aoifa cursed. “Where’s my clothing?”

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Fiona

I woke up to hissing sighs.

I was half-covered by a sheet. Euryale let out a moan, mixing with the wet, plunging noise. It sounded like sex, a hard cock thrusting in and out of wet pussy. I frowned, my head groggy, the dream and my desire for Euryale crashing together.

Why had I dreamed about Seamus winning my heart?

“Good morning,” moaned the gorgon. “Euryale’s love is awake.”

My cheeks blushed. My heart beast faster. The gorgon was bent over, her hips bucking back against one of the petrified miners. Her snake-hairs undulated about her head. A few slithered across the sheets to my ankles.

I giggled as their tongues caressed my feet.

“What are you doing?”

“Euryale needs more cum,” moaned the gorgon. “For her magic.”

“Of course.” Magic was fueled by the caster, and they had discovered that, for women, cum provided that fuel. Male mages had to ingest or absorb pussy juices. “Wait, you’re fucking the statue?”

“Yes.” The gorgon’s face contorted. One of her snakes wrapped about my ankle. “Euryale is sorry for straying, but her magic needs it.”

“I…I guess,” I muttered. Her face shuddered in pleasure. I had seen Seamus looking as passionate when he was with another woman.

With Eoshia.

The serpent pulled me closer across the bed. More of her snakes entwined about my thighs. I gasped as I reached the edge of my bed, her face between my thighs, her lips near my pussy. I shuddered as the snakes undulated about my legs, one brushing my pussy lips.

“Euryale loves you so much.”

How could the gorgon say she loves me while fucking the statue?

Seamus was just like her. He could fuck a woman all while proclaiming his love for Aoifa and me.

Euryale’s eyes looked into mine. My heart beat faster. “Euryale loves you so much. Euryale is so happy that you’re here.”

Her tongue licked through my pussy. A shudder ran through me and I gasped.

“Do you love Euryale.?”

“I…” The words froze on my lips. Her magic was in my mind. She could control people. I could feel her life magic pressing on my mind. I had been trained by Ol’ Morigan. My dream flooded through my thoughts. The memory of Seamus with the love in his eyes and his bold words burned bright.

“No, Euryale. I don’t.”

The gorgon hissed.

To be continued…

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