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Brad and Ann have worked together for years. They have gone on business trips together, but never to Austin, When Brad tries to slip away for his usual afternoon dip at Hippie Hollow, Ann is determined she is coming along. Their very professional relationship turns into something else. Join in the fun as they work out their midlife crises in a week of sexual abandon.

Business Trip Chapter 3

Copyright © 2024 by W. Richard St. James

This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental

“YOU OKAY?” BRAD was still working on his ribs. Trying to eat them in a refined manner was taking forever. He’d gone through a few more beers in the process.

“I’m fine.”

“You ran off and then you were gone for a while. I thought maybe you were sick. From all the booze.”

“I had to pee, really badly. Then Sam took me into a back room and he fucked me. Up the ass. So it wouldn’t break the fucking rules.”

“Yeah, right.” Brad waved an empty bottle. He was getting hammered. Not that she was anyone to talk. He didn’t believe her. Maybe it was for the best. She wondered if she was still gaping, if she should give him a little peek at how she had been impaled.

“Tell you what. You can come back to the same room and we’ll do the same thing, if you don’t believe me.”

“Should have said that a few beers ago.”

What a lame fucking excuse. “Come dance with me at least.”

“You want me to dance? You must be really wasted.”

“Come on.” She tugged him out onto the dance floor. And he could dance, after all. Nothing fancy, but his rhythm was fine. Of course he was a musician. She kept herself in check this time and they danced with each other, letting her lead. “You’re not bad.”

“It takes a lot of booze. Want some dessert?”

She glanced at her watch. “Is that shop going to close?”

“At dawn.”

“Okay.”

“Another beer?” The bartender was still there. “Here’s your purse honey. I didn’t think you wanted it on the stool like that.”

“Oh thanks. I think we’re ready for dessert.”

“Sure thing.” He handed them the dessert menu.

“I’ll have the bourbon pecan pie. And coffee.”

“Ice cream?”

“No thanks.”

“Baileys?”

“No thanks.”

“And you honey?”

“I’ll have the chocolate martini.”

“Excellent choice.”

Brad was glaring at her.

“What?”

“I’m going to have to carry you home.”

“You’re a fine one to talk.” Her drink came, a huge martini glass filled with brown fluid and topped with whipped cream.

“Oh my God.” Brad started to laugh. “It’s like the tomato soup with gin sauce I got over in Germany one time. We were over there for a user meeting and somehow I wound up at a table with the Scots. They were the only ones I had trouble understanding, their accent was so thick. Anyway, we’d already had a couple of rounds of beer by the time the menu arrived. There was this soup, tomato soup with gin sauce, and I thought they boiled off the gin. But no, they poured it in at the end. It was like a huge hot Bloody Mary with the beer chaser.”

“It’s good. Want to try some?”

“No thanks.” He had already finished the pie. “Want to get going?” They paid up, splitting it. More than the meal limit, that was for sure. No more blowout dinners this week. Worth it though.

“Enjoy your meal?” the bartender asked as they were leaving.

“To the hilt.” Ann said, and she gave a little wink.

“I’m not going to make it to the hotel without peeing.” As soon as he stood up Brad realized how full his bladder was.

“This way.” Ann led him back to the restrooms. She was ready for another stop. Especially, if they were going to spend some time at the adult store. Her butt was sore. Had she done it some damage, pushing back harder and harder, until suddenly that huge cock had breached some inner barrier and vanished within her? No bleeding, that was a good sign. More cum still working its way out. God, she was a slut. Who was he? She pulled the card out of her skirt pocket and gave a little gasp. How many pretty girls had gone before her? Hundreds, maybe thousands. She might not even be the only one this evening. But he liked her enough to give her his card, to tell her where he was staying. He wanted to see her again. That had to be special. Very special.

“Come on, I want to show you something.” She grabbed Brad’s arm, dragged him down to the door of the privacy room. But it was locked. What would have happened if it had been locked before? “Oh, never mind. Let’s get going.”

To the adult store then, which was open, but almost empty. “Go look at the tapes. I want to look at the toys.” There was a get lost tone to that. Okay. Whatever. Brad was in no mood for a tape tonight, but who knew what tomorrow would bring? Might as well grab one. Anal Adventure. Yeah, that sounded like it would suit his mood. He went back to pay to find Ann holding a bag.

“What’d you get?”

“None of your beeswax.” She grabbed the tape and snorted. “Figures.”

So they went through their respective doors into their respective rooms, and Brad locked his side of the side door to make sure it stayed that way. He looked at the clock by the bed. It wasn’t all that late, He wasn’t all that sleepy. Okay, maybe he would watch some of the tape, maybe take his clothes off which he was going to do anyway to rinse off. He loaded the tape. It wasn’t even rewound properly, starting in the middle. Oh well, what did it matter? He wasn’t watching for the plot. And the dialog was mostly fuck me, fuck me harder, with a lot of moans. Trashy, even for a porn flick. Still, he was transfixed. A tiny white girl, taking a huge black cock. Up the ass, of course. Had Ann really done that, her flesh somehow stretching to that enormous width, her bowels somehow taking in that huge rod? He was playing with himself, not that it would do any good. He was way too drunk for that.

There was a knock on the side door. “What?” He went over to it. The fact that he was naked and at least semi aroused did not faze him as he cracked it open. “What?”

“I heard the tape playing. You were saying it was more fun to watch with company.”

Okay, maybe they’d just sit side by side and she could bring herself off. That wouldn’t be so far out of bounds. The fact that he was naked, that the part of her he could see through the half opened door was naked … well hadn’t they been naked on the beach? And they had watched each other? He probably could even lick her pussy and how different would that be from what his wife had done?

“Well, are you going to let me in or not?” She more or less shoved her way into the room.

“What the fuck?” She wasn’t completely naked after all. She was sporting a large strap-on dildo. A really large one.

“It’s a surprise. For you.”

“Oh. You want me to fuck you with that thing?”

“Other way around.” There was an ottoman in front of the easy chair. She pulled it over to the TV, draped the towel he had left on the chair over it. “Bend over this.” She looked at the tape, started to rub herself behind the harness for the dildo. Yes, it had been just like that, what she had seen in the mirror. Suddenly she knew she needed to do it again. Soon. “Let’s go back a bit. Okay, now you’re going to pretend you’re in the movie.”

“As the guy?”

“No, as the lady. What is she feeling as she gets it up the ass? As it enters her flesh.” She pressed the dildo against his little pucker and nothing happened. Damn, this wasn’t going to work after all. But he reached back to spread his cheeks and voila. Had he done this before? Not something she was going to ask, not right now. “As it plunges into her.” Just like it had with Sam, the thing stuck part way in. But he was reacting to it, gasping a little with each stroke. “Am I hurting you?”

“No. Go faster.”

With that, she pressed harder, until he gave a little yelp as her pelvis slammed into his butt. Damn him. She was going to fuck the shit out of the bastard. Every once in a while Evan would be like that, pounding into her as hard as he could. Not often enough for her taste. “Like that?”

“Go faster.” He was almost coming, strangely, from behind his balls. But not quite, not quite. He tried to reach underneath his belly to find his penis. Useless, squashed and shriveled.

“Don’t do that!” She gave him a slap on the butt to deter him, and he sighed in pleasure.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” She pulled his butt up so she could crouch over him, putting her full weight into each thrust. Not that it was much, probably half of what Sam had been able to use on her. She pulled out most of the way, and slammed back into him as hard as she could. Again, and again. God, what was the matter with him? This wasn’t fun any longer. Her arms were aching. Her pubic bone was getting bruised.

“Okay. That’s enough.”

Finally. She pulled out and went back to his sink to rinse things off. “Here.” She handed him a wet wash cloth. “Wipe yourself up.”

He frowned at how it came back with brown stains, and went over to the sink to rinse it.

“That was interesting. Like a whole body orgasm, and it lasted forever.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

“You okay? You want something?”

“Dear heart, my butt is sore. My clit is chafed. I know you aren’t going to fuck me in my pussy because that would be breaking the fucking rules.”

“What about your tits?”

“What about them?” Useless things, except to show off some cleavage. Guys liked to stare at them, but that was about it. Maybe if she had a baby they’d be good for something.

“You never tried to come that way? Well, always a first time.” He urged her over to the bed, on her side, and began to play with her nipples. It had been a long time since anyone had paid her boobs that much attention. Back in high school, it had been a big deal, until she let Evan get at her pussy and that was the end of that. His mouth was on one breast, one hand on the other, the other hand running lightly up and down her spine. Her clit was twitching, as if it were being nibbled, but without irritating the chafing. And her spine was tingling, more and more, as his hand worked its way down to her butt. It touched her tail bone and she started to shiver. “Take your time,” he whispered. “Let it build.” The hand was below her tailbone, teasing.

“Please, please.”

“Please what? Do this?” He ran a finger gently around the puckered ring of muscle, and she came.

“That was different. Wow.”

“Under other circumstances I’d continue.” He didn’t have to explain what would happen next. “Not tonight.”

“I think I’ve had enough. This is more sex than I get in a month.” Ann stretched lazily. “Time to call it a night. Breakfast when?”

“Seven?”

She glanced at the clock. It was already after midnight. “Make it seven thirty.”

* * * * *

SEVEN THIRTY SHARP there was a knock on the side door. Brad opened it and there was the old Ann, meticulously coiffed, demurely dressed, very businesslike. She had put the genie back in the bottle, for the moment. Had she been like this all along? Hiding her wild side, at least at work?

“Just how do you think you come across, dear heart?” She was reading his look. “So very very upright, so respectable.”

“Creeping respectability. The curse of middle age.”

Middle age? No. Middle aged men had bald heads and beer bellies. Both of which Evan was starting to sport in his early thirties.

“I brought stuff for the lake. Figured we could go straight to work.” She opened a tote bag to show a cover up, a pair of water shoes.

“Can I use your bag?” He retrieved the tee shirt and jogging shorts he had dumped on the AC, the slip on sneakers beneath them on the floor, and dumped his sweaty slimy stuff on top of her nice clean cover up. “What?”

“Nothing.” Typical male. How long does it take to domesticate one of these slobs? Apparently twenty years is not enough.

One advantage of coming down later, the breakfast area was nearly empty. Still, they were a few minutes late getting to the office.

“Tough night?” Ned was looking at them with a twinkle in his eye.

“The night was fine,” Brad answered. “It’s the morning after the nice night that’s the problem.”

“Ain’t that the truth. What about you, honey?”

“Too many Zombie Revenges.”

“Yeah I heard you two went over to the Bayou.”

He’d heard? Someone from work had seen them there? Had seen her dancing?

“Hear you’re quite a dancer,” Ned added, and she was ready to look for a hole in the floor to crawl into. Well, hadn’t she announced that she was going off to Hippie Hollow? What was worse about being seen in the nightclub?

“College cheerleader.”

“Really? My daughter was a cheerleader in high school and she wanted to do it in college, but man oh man. If you were a cheerleader you were expected to help recruit. Know what I mean? And the coaches wanted you to audition.”

“Our school wasn’t that way. At least, not that I know of. Oh, hi Katie.”

“Hi Ann. Want to get some coffee?” That was her clue to escape. Brad could hear the two of them giggling before they had reached the elevator.

“So Brad ol’ buddy, tell me. Did I do you a favor? Did she actually go to the lake with you?”

“Yep.”

“Take her clothes off?”

“That’s what you do there.”

“With you there?”

“I parked her with a friend while I went swimming.”

“What’s she look like naked?”

“Skinny. Great abs. Boobs don’t need a bra. All over tan. She likes to sunbathe nude.”

“Really? Little lady’s got a wild side.”

“Definitely.”

“Nate said he was over at the Bayou. Said she was dressed like a hooker and dancing like a stripper.”

“Yep, she definitely was letting out her inner slut.”

“And you were a good little boy?” That was enough to provoke a blush. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“So tell me what happened.” Katie had steered Ann to the furthest corner of the cafeteria. They were leaning together, whispering. “Did you get him to fuck you?”

“I fucked him. Up the ass. With a strap-on.”

“You what? Oh the bastard, serves him right.”

“No he loved it. Wore me out.”

“Oh I bet his butt is sore.”

“So is mine.”

“What? He did fuck you, after all? Up the ass?”

“Not him.” Ann pulled the little card out her purse.

“Oh my God! Sam! I actually did it with him, a couple years ago. Not up the ass, though. No way in hell. I can’t believe you let him do that to you.”

“I asked him to.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Do tell.”

“Well, I was going in to Brad’s room to tell him I was ready for dinner.”

“You had his room key?”

“No, we were next door to each other. There was one of those side doors. The kind that locks from both sides. I told him to leave his side unlocked.” She saw the smirk on Katie’s face. “Well, after being together at the lake, there wasn’t that much point in modesty, was there?”

“He gets you rooms together like that?”

“Never. He even tries to make sure we’re on a different floor. But I moved mine.”

“Before you went to the lake.”

“Yesterday. The other one was too noisy. Right by the elevator.”

“And you just happened to move to the room next to his. With an inner door. You know what, Ann, you are one conniving little bitch.” Katie started to giggle.

“Really, I didn’t mean it like that.” Ann sighed. “Well anyway, I get the door cracked open a bit, and I realize he’s on the phone. With his wife.”

“Oh boy, I bet he had some explaining to do.”

“Well it seems she did also.”

“Ooh, this is getting really juicy. Do tell, do tell.”

“Well, the first thing I heard was him saying if it’s not a cock in your pussy it’s not breaking the rules.”

“He said that, to his wife?”

“He did. So I think that was in the back of my mind. Then he said don’t worry about Ann. She’s like a sister, a daughter.”

“He said that?”

“Yep. You know what Sam said, when I told him that?”

“What?”

“There’s such a thing as incest. He really helped me out. He’s the one who gave me the idea to buy the strap-on. At the adult store.”

“Sounds like you had quite a night.”

“Oh there’s more, lots more. Let’s just say I had more sex last night than I get in a month.”

“You really want to marry this guy, if he’s already such a dud?”

“I don’t know. I thought it was just the way things were. But you know what Brad told me? He and his wife have sex every night they’re together. After twenty years.”

“And he goes for a swim every afternoon.”

“You mean he might just be that systematic? No, I saw him in action yesterday. He has quite a sex drive.”

“Oh. Do tell, do tell.”

But Ann glanced at her watch. It was time to try to get some work done. They got up. As they got back into the elevator, she remembered the thing she really wanted to know. “Katie, did Sam give you a card like mine?”

“No. I’ve never heard of that happening. He must have really liked you.”

As the afternoon progressed it got more cloudy. By the time they got out of work there was a light drizzle. “I’m not going over to the lake,” Ann said. “Not in this.”

“Don’t want to get wet?” As far as Brad was concerned it was still swimming weather. Well into the nineties, no wind, no thunder. “Okay, what do you want to do then?”

“Just drop me off at the hotel. Give a call when you get back, or I’ll leave you a message if I’m doing something else for dinner.”

“Something else?” No answer to that one. In fact, Ann was very distant on the drive back. She took her stuff out of the trunk and went into the lobby. He hung around long enough to see her going to the front desk. What was up? Well, none of his beeswax, as she would say. He gave a little sigh, and set off to go back to the lake. There was a little sliver of blue in that direction. Maybe the sun would come out after all.

* * * * *

“THERE’S NO ONE by that name staying at the hotel.” The desk clerk was almost frosty, dismissing Ann.

“He gave me his card. He said he was staying here.”

“He gave you his card? Let me see. Just a minute. Where did you meet him?”

“At the Bayou. Last night.”

The clerk got on the phone. “Your name, honey?”

“Ann.”

“Ann. Says she met him at the Bayou last night. Look, you can ask her that question. He gave her a card. She showed it to me. Okay.” The clerk turned back to Ann, handed her a gold key card. “Use this to get up to the penthouse. They’ll be waiting for you.”

What am I getting myself into? She had visions of a huge orgy, Sam lolling naked by the penthouse pool surrounded by groupies. But when the door opened at the penthouse level there was an older woman in a black suit waiting to greet her. “Hello, I’m Rachel. And you are?”

“Ann. Ann Lindsen. You aren’t what I expected.”

“Well you aren’t either honey. You don’t look like his type at all. You two weren’t talking business over at the Bayou?”

“No. We were dancing and fucking. I wasn’t dressed like this.”

“Imagine not. Well, we do try to keep a handle on what ol’ Sam is up to. Not that there’s much hope of it. As long as you’re here you might as well fill out some paperwork. Save us the trying to track you down. Come on in.”

They went into what looked like a very ordinary office. “Since you’re here, you might as well give the answers to me and I’ll just get them directly into the computer. Is there an ‘e’ in your first name?”

“No.”

“L i n d e n?”

“With an s.”

“White? Obviously. Lutheran?”

“Good guess.”

“Married?”

“No.”

“Good choice, as far as I’m concerned. And your age?”

“Thirty-three.”

“Really.”

“I don’t think he had any idea I was that old. I wasn’t acting too mature last night.”

“Well honey, we all have nights like that. The girls we deal with have all had a night like that.”

“I guess.”

“So you had sex with Mr. Minton.”

“Yes.”

“What kind? Oral, vaginal, anal, other?”

What would other be? Ann remembered what Brad had done with her breasts and butt. “Just anal.”

“Honey, you are definitely an outlier. This happened where?”

“Over at the Bayou. In the privacy room.”

“Last night what time?”

“Maybe ten to ten thirty?”

“And the sex was consensual.”

“Yes.”

Rachel pushed a button and there was the sound of a printer. “Here hon, sign this. We try to get as many of these as possible, although it’s a hopeless task.”

Ann looked at the paper. It was a release. By now she was getting really, really depressed. Why hadn’t she just gone to the lake? The fucking sun was coming out and here she was. Chasing the fucking impossible.

“He did give me his card. He told me he was staying in the hotel.”

Rachel gave a little sigh. “Mr. Minton lives in the moment. He pays us to let him do that. Look, if I can get his attention, which I can’t promise, I’ll let him know you were here. You’re staying in the hotel? Okay. Till when?”

“Friday morning.”

“You coming back?”

“Maybe. This is the first time Brad let me come along to Austin. The way it’s going it may be the last.”

“I’ve got to tell you honey, Sam does not like complications. One and done, that’s the way he does it. You must have something, not sure I see it, if he gave you that card. But don’t get your hopes up. Maybe we can give you a little somethin’ to remember him by. Hey Marty, did the Bayou stuff from last night come in yet?”

“It’s up.”

“Okay, let’s see what we got here. There’s Sam. That you dancin’?” Rachel motioned Ann over to look at the computer screen.

“Yep.”

“I would never have guessed it. You’re flashing pussy there. Want that shot?”

“Sure. Why not?”

“Okay let’s see what we’ve got from the back room.”

“What the fuck?”

“Honey, those mirrors are all one way. There are even cameras under the floor.”

“Damn.”

“Okay, we don’t want one with Sam’s face in it. Here, what about this?” It was what Ann had seen looking down at the reflective floor. His hand in her pussy, his cock in her ass. But at a little wider angle so part of her face was showing.

“That’d be good.”

“Okay then.” The printer whirred again and Rachel produced a piece of paper with the two photos on it. Not nice quality photo paper, but the images were sharp enough. She scrawled something under them – Bayou, 6/15/91 RAJ and stapled on a business card. “Your reward for giving us the release so nicely.

“You trust me?”

“I do. You’re as honest as they come.”

“One of my best friends called me a conniving little bitch this morning. And you know what, I deserved it.”

“For what?”

“For trying to seduce my other best friend, my mentor, the manager who believed in me, the one,” Ann paused, choking back tears, “who loves me like a sister, a daughter. I heard him say that to his wife. Well not the love part. He’s not going to tell his wife he loves me, is he? But we’re really good friends, we travel together a lot.”

“This him?” Rachel scrolled back a few frames. “Sitting next to you? Honey, I got to tell you, you two look like a couple of movie stars.”

“Oh, his wife is very pretty. And bright like him. All these years he’s never paid a bit of attention to me. Or anyone else. Then yesterday at the lake things started to get a little crazy and I was telling myself it was just fortune, good or bad, just something we had stumbled into. But then Katie, that’s my other best friend, pointed out that I had moved my room next to his the day before. Why did I do that?”

“Why did you do that?”

“I went to the front desk to complain about the elevator noise and they said they only had three rooms left open. One of them was also near the elevator, one way the hell on the other side of the hotel and up two floors. And that one. So I was thinking to myself how convenient, and I got one of those guilty thrill tingles, know what I mean?”

“In your pussy?”

“Yeah, that kind. And I said give me that one. And they did. And then we went to the lake, and we saw each other naked.”

“First time?”

“Definitely.”

“How did that go?”

“He said I put the skinny back in skinny dipping. I decided he needed some work on his abs, and his cock looked really small, but it’s just the kind that shrivels up. It’s pretty big once he gets going. Not like Sam, but pretty big.”

That provoked a chuckle from Marty, who had drifted closer and closer as the story had gone on. “Honey, sounds like you had yourself quite a night.”

“You could say that. How did you two wind up as Sam’s babysitters?”

“We run the business,” Rachel said. “But like you say, we spend a lot of time babysitting. Sam is like the goose that laid the golden egg. Everything we do depends on him. But keeping him doing it …. Your guy like that? He’s got that look.”

“No. Brad is very disciplined.”

“Oh. A boy scout?”

“That’s what I used to think.”

“What about you? You have a slutty side?”

“Not that I knew of. I guess I do.” Hard to deny, with the evidence of those images. “I guess I let the genie out of the bottle.”

“You gonna put it back in?”

“Not right away.”

“Well honey, let me give you some advice. What do you know about Sam? That he’s a smooth operator with a really big cock. With your looks you can find plenty of guys who match that de***********ion. So don’t waste your time pining away for something that’s not gonna happen. Same with your business guy.”

“I know a lot about Brad.”

“And there’s a lot you don’t know, I’m willing to bet.”

“I used to think he was really admirable, but dull as the day is long. Now I know he has a wild side, and a really high sex drive. Which he never lets out away from home. Well, he watches porn flicks. But that’s about it. Oh, and he flirts a lot and he goes to Hippie Hollow.”

“It’s all look but don’t touch?” That provoked a little giggle from Ann. “Well, honey, why are you here, mooning away at Sam?”

“Maybe she likes that big black cock,” Marty chuckled.

“You are such an asshole. What is it, ten years?”

“Twelve.”

“You’d think he grow up.”

“Because this morning he had hit the reset button. Maybe I had too. It was as if it had never happened.” She didn’t bother elaborating on what “it” was. “He was determined he was going to get his swim in, even if the weather was crappy. That was much more important than doing anything with me.”

“Did you offer him that choice?”

“What do you think? He can fuck me or whatever at his convenience, after the sun goes down. He needs to get in his fucking swim while it’s still daylight. Really, that’s the way he thinks. So I thought maybe I’d use the time to look up Sam.” She wasn’t going to tell them about the porn flick with the white girl and the black guy. Not that they weren’t all like that. The image Rachel had printed out for her had only reinforced her obsession.

“Even if there is a second time, honey, it won’t be the same. What you had was perfect. Take my advice and leave it at that.”

Sam walked into the office. He looked as if he’d been playing golf, of all things. “I need to get into that pool. With a few beers.” He realized there was a second lady. “Hello, I’m Sam.”

Ann took his huge sweaty hand. The one that had been buried in her pussy. “Ann. From last night.”

“Really? Well you sure do clean up nice, honey. Care for a little dip before dinner?”

This time Ann didn’t bother to say anything about getting a bathing suit. “Sure.”

She could sense Rachel’s eyes rolling as they went back out to the hallway. Sam pointed to a room with a lady symbol on it. “You can leave your clothes in there. Freshen up if you need to. Don’t worry, we’ve got this whole level to ourselves.”

She hurried to hang her work clothes in one of the lockers, to strain to purge herself so she wouldn’t be so messy this time, then to rinse off in the shower. When she went out the pool door, it was just as she had imagined. Except no groupies, just Sam and Rachel and Marty, the three of them naked, in long chairs positioned so that they were all in easy reach of the beer. Without that black suit hiding everything, Ann could see what a beauty Rachel had been once, still was, really. Long and narrow, but with big breasts, and a swelling butt that was a perfect counterpart to them. Her short dark hair, almost boyish, belied the sensuality of those breasts and butt cheeks. Marty had revealed a wiry body and a cock almost as large as Sam’s.

“Well, well, well. Come on over honey and we’ll get acquainted.”

“Rachel and I talked for a while.”

“Ain’t talkin’ about that way, honey. Maybe you and Rachel were thinkin’ about doin’ more than just talk?”

Well the thought had not occurred to Ann. Not with the business lady in the business suit. Now though it did not seem so improbable. Rachel pushed up to the back of the chair and spread her legs out to each side. She had thick, dark lower lips, the pucker beneath them almost black. More than just a heavy tan. What was she? Part black, Semitic, Indian, maybe Latino or Polynesian. Whatever she was, it was a look in complete contrast to Ann. What did she taste like? Musky, pungent, sour. Ann hardly knew what her own taste was. Once or twice a girl had plunged a tongue into her mouth that was coated with it, but by that time her taste was mingled with another. Rachel had a really big clit to go along with those thick lips. Almost like a little penis. “Suck it honey, just like a cock.” That was Marty behind her, giving her that advice, and, it seemed, something else, a big something else trying to work its way into a butt that was still sore from the night before.

“Try my pussy first.”

“Thought you didn’t want it in the pussy.” That was Sam.

“I realized that was Brad’s rule, not mine.”

“Well okay honey. Let’s try that pretty little pussy.”

Marty wasn’t as big as Sam. It was the right hole. It should have been easy, but it wasn’t.

“Try sittin’ on it honey.”

That meant she had to give up on Rachel, who sat on Marty’s face instead, the two ladies facing each other as Ann tried to impale herself. What about Sam? Was he going to fuck Rachel? No, he was heading behind Ann.

“Oh my God! You gotta be kidding.”

There wasn’t room. It was going to spit her apart. Be careful what you wish for. Was she going to live out a fantasy, or was it going to kill her?

“Isn’t this what you wanted, honey?” Rachel grabbed her shoulders and pushed her further onto Marty. Oh my God, there wasn’t enough room, and Sam was working his way into her other opening.

“Ever do this, honey?”

“With girls. Dildos weren’t this big though.” Oh my God, how could she be making more room? How could there be so much pressure, so much sensation?

“That’s it honey, just relax and enjoy the ride.” Sam pulled out and moved between the ladies. Oh my God, was it messy? But he was pressing his cock into Rachel’s mouth. Ann had seen that once on a porn tape one girl’s shit going into another girl’s mouth. Even her cheerleader sisters hadn’t come up with something as depraved as that. She couldn’t believe she was watching it happen right in front of her eyes, so close she could smell it, almost taste it. Then he went behind Rachel. What was he doing? The same thing he’d done to Ann. So what was next? Pretty obvious. There was no way she was going to lick up Rachel’s shit.

Well, hadn’t she and a girlfriend licked each others assholes once? This was different though. Sam was going balls to butt with Rachel. Of course. They probably did some variation of this all the time, with or without a guest. Groupie, she was just another groupie, ready to do anything for a chance to fuck a celebrity. Except she hadn’t realized Sam was groupie bait, not exactly. Smooth, confident, experienced, yes, but really he didn’t have that God’s gift to women air about him. Just like Brad never puffed himself up as the super consultant. What had Brad been like in his single days? Jane must have been quite a prize, beautiful and brilliant. She was so lost in her reverie she absentmindedly opened her mouth. The same musky taste as Rachel’s pussy, more on the pungent side. Not bad, really.

“Nasty girl,” Sam purred. And he came, spewing cum into her throat, so that she was sputtering, trying not to choke. Then it was Marty probing at her lips, eyes wide as she let him slide down her. No way she was going to try to deep throat Sam, but Marty was not nearly as thick. Okay, time to do Rachel, finish the job off. She started by plunging her tongue into what Sam had left gaping open. And that was the end of it. The ring of muscle trapped her as Rachel gasped.

“Want a beer?” Marty offered her a bottle from the bucket. Yeah, a beer would be the thing to wash everything down.

“You’re good,” Rachel said. “Ever think of turning pro?”

“A hooker?”

“No, movies. I can tell the camera loves you, just from those shots from the Bayou.”

“Too old?”

“Tell me Sam, how old do you think Ann here is?”

“Oh come on, Rachel. You know that’s one question a gentleman will never answer.”

A gentleman. Yes, in some odd way Sam was that. He could stick his cock up your ass in a very polite way.

“She’s already told me. Ann, you got any problem if I tell Sam how old you are? He can look it up anyway, if he’s got the ambition.”

“Fine with me.”

“Okay, how old is she? Not that it matters, honey.”

“No, you have to tell me first how old you think she is.”

“”Well, I would have said late teens, early twenties, until I saw her all dressed up this afternoon. Now I’m not so sure.”

“Early thirties.”

“Well don’t that beat all. Honey you don’t look it at all. You’re like the car that only went to church on Sunday.”

“Tell you what hon, you’re going to be here a couple more days? How ‘bout I set you up for a little shoot Thursday? No need for an audition. This time good for you?”

“Not if the weather’s nice. We’ll be at the lake..”

“We could do it over there. No? Well, later in the evening then. Just tell your buddy you’ve got a date. Close enough to the truth. Or he can come watch, if you like. If you’d feel safer.”

“We have husbands come along to watch their wives,” Marty added. “Turns them on. ’Course then they see wifey doing all this stuff she never did at home.”

“You guys make porn flicks? That’s your business?”

“We do it more as a hobby. Not that much money in it. We’ve produced a couple of regular movies, too. But it’s mostly the music.”

“You a singer, honey?” That was from Sam.

“Not really. Church choir, that’s about it.” That was enough to make Ann blush. What was she going to tell her choir ladies?

“We get some nice ladies,” Rachel said. “It’s something that they can do while hubbie’s off at work, the kids are in school.”

“Like Belle de Jour.” Ann sighed. She could tell she was headed for that with Evan. The little sex they were having now would be no sex at all by the time they had a couple kids.

“Okay honey, tell you what. Give us a call when you get back from the lake. Believe me, you’re better off doing this before you have your dinner. We’ll find some nice young studs for you. Not these two old rattletraps.”

“You ladies ready for another go ‘round with the rattletraps?” Sam asked.

“Are we ready? I’m always ready. What about you, hon?”

Well, not exactly. There wasn’t much left of her that didn’t feel over used. Sore, chafed, bruised, aching. It was hard to find all the adjectives needed to describe how unready her flesh was.

“Just teasin’,” Sam chuckled. “Just wanted to see the look on your face. Don’t want you to go from being the appetizer to being the entree, know what I mean?”

“What was I the last time, dessert?” No answer, and maybe it was just as well. “Well, I should get going. I told Brad I’d meet him at the happy hour. Thanks all. That was fun.”

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wanting to fuck my older sister

I first started spying on my sister when i was 16 and it went on for the next year until she went to college.

I didn’t start liking girls until i was about 15 and at this point i was only interested in my older sister Emily who just turned 19.At the age of 15 i was the same height as her but Emily’s tits were at least a D size where mine are only about a c.

A couple of days before her 19th birthday she asked me if i wanted and of her clothes since i could fit most of them now besides her bras.I instantly replied with a yes and grabbed the pile she left for me and carried it into my room(which was next to my room).As i went through the pile of clothes i noticed a lot of stuff I’ve wanted to try on for awhile from her clothes, so i instantly put them on.I keeped going through the pile and found a mini skirt that looked nice and decided to put it on instead.Once i got it on i looked it the mirror seeing how it looks and when i turned around i saw that it exposes half of my butt and showing my panties.I felt like such a slut so i took it off.After a couple of minutes of trying on my big sisters clothes my sister entered my room and dropped a shoe box saying”Hey sis i see you’re all ready wearing my clothes haha, anyways here is some more clothes i don’t need”.As i opened the box i saw a couple of t-shirts inside with a bikini and some of her panties.

This is when it all stared.
Straight away i put on a pair of Emily’s panties.As i pulled them up my legs and pulled them all the way up i felt the back absorb into my tight ass.I felt like playing with myself right there and then but i couldn’t because i had school in about an hour.So i got changed into my uniform but keeped on the panties she gave me.The fact that i go to a girls only school didn’t help me feel any less hornier.So at lunchtime i couldn’t wait any longer so i went into the girls bathroom and sat on the toilet.I slowly pulled my skirt up while rubbing my breasts as i thought about my sister masturbating in these panties.I started rubbing my clit, then finger myself and after a little time i felt my pussy getting wet.I keeped going, i couldn’t stop now but the bell was going to ring in about 2 minutes so i pulled my finger out and started sucking on it.I keeped rubbing my pussy with the other hand revealing a wet spot in my panties.Once the bell went i stood up and started walking to my final class and as i sat down i realized that my skirt was much higher now and was nearly showing my ass.I quickly pulled it down before anyone started looking.

Once i got home i knew that my sis didn’t get home until another hour so i went into my room and got changed. While i was getting changed i took off my top and skirt until i just had my bra and panties on and decided to put on that slutty skirt that she gave me.Once again i was staring into the mirror looking at my cute little ass.Then i started feeling horny again so i decided to go to Emily’s room and see what panties she has.I went straight for her draws and saw a pair of pink see through panties at the very bottom.As i picked them up i noticed that they were wet and instantly i smelt them.They tasted so good, i had to take them.So i quickly hurried to my room.I put on her underwear straight away as i entered my room and felt her wet panties soak into my pussy and my ass.I took off my bra and put on a slutty shirt she gave me that is baggy on that gave me a clear view of my boobs in the mirror as i stood there in these slutty cloths and see through wet panties.I went back to her room and put them back just in case she found out and maybe she might get wet in them again tonight.

That night once we all went to bed, i waited until about 12 and i saw that Emily left her door open a bit just enough to be able to see in and at her bed.I couldn’t believe what i was seeing,my sister butt up in the air and a vibrator shoved into her pussy being held there by those pink panties that i wore early that day.I feel so horny so i stayed for about another 10 minutes until i started getting wet and quickly went back to my room before i got caught.I jumped on my bed and started fingering my pussy and thought about using her vibrator on myself.

The next day i waited for her to leave and then ran into her room and took her panties again before going off to school.They were so wet this time as if she was going at it all night which made me horny through out the day. But as i sat down first period the panties started making my skirt wet so i had to sit on my bare ass revealing my ass to all the girls in my class.For some reason the more i wear her clothes the more sluttier i become.Like that lunchtime i would slit my legs open revealing my wet pussy to any girls who walked past.It got worse and worse as i keeped wearing and thinking about fingering my sister.The very next day i had my skirt higher so it was just so top bottom of my ass and i didn’t wear a bra so when my nipples got hard they would show through my shirt.

The next day my friends decided to go to the beach so i said ill come after i went home.I thought i would look through my sisters draws to see if she has any slutty bikinis and i was in luck.I found a bikini that didn’t even fit me, making my boobs stick out and the string bottoms were tight showing pretty much my whole ass.This is probably what my sister uses to get all her boyfriends by wearing small bikinis so her tits and ass show.While we were on the beach i saw a lot of guys staring at me and wanting to fuck me but i wasn’t interested i only wanted Emily.

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pic of me in part 2
Part 2: First time with Emily coming soom

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A girl trapped by dire cicumstances finds a way out…

Friday:

Her lips cried no, but her body writhed with carnal passion. Her cries fell on deaf ears, but the language her body spoke was one her incestuous family knew well. Her
body began to quiver against her will. She was cumming, and cumming hard. As her uncle, brother, and father filled her every orifice with their cum, and as her
stepmother, aunt, and twin sisters watched with lustful stares, she was filled with so much shame, guilt, and hatred that it felt as though her soul was breaking into
a thousand shards. Even if her entire family died in some “tragic” incident, she knew she would never be free of her family’s sins. She told herself they were the
wrongdoers, but she couldn’t help but feel like she shared some portion of their guilt. She felt guilt and shame for the way she- no, for the way her body responded to
the assault. But more than that, she was seething with shame and self-hatred for being weak and helpless. If only she had been stronger, she wouldn’t be a victim. She
was on the fast track to blaming herself like countless others before her. She couldn’t blame herself for what her body felt, but being weak… that was unforgivable.
She would learn to punish her body for taking pleasure in the things she hated. More than this, she would learn to be strong in her mind, unbreakable, even as her body
was being violated by her own flesh and blood. That day, she learned to dissociate from her body. Nothing terrible that happened to her would ever be real again. She
would always find freedom in her own mind. She would always have a place to run and hide, no matter how many times she was raped and violated, whether it was by her
own family or any other sick fuck. After all, no one could possibly blame her for what her body did.

Three days earlier…

Tuesday:

She woke before daybreak. Traveling from three time zones away had taken its toll on her sleep. Only three weeks ago, her junkie mom told her the truth about her real
father. He was a high-paying john. Straight sex, $500, no condom. Nine months later, she was brought into the world by a junkie whore with no father worth mentioning.
All these years, she had grown up relatively unscathed despite her mother’s lifestyle. Then out of the blue, her mom got a call that reduced her to violent tears. She
was moving clear across the country to live with her dad and his family and there wasn’t a goddamn thing she could say or do to stop it from happening. She was being
raped of the only life she had ever known.

She had arrived the night before. Introductions were made, supper was served, she was shown to her room, and that was that. Had she really taken notice of her new
environment, she would have noticed some strange things about her new family, like the way her new dad looked her up and down, or the way her dad’s brother and sister
hungrily eyed each other all through supper, or the way her new mom kept her legs parted during introductions from the chair in the corner revealing a pair of black
lace panties. But most of all, she should have noticed how her new brother and twin sisters stared at her at supper, how the twins sat on either side of their brother
at the dinner table, how each of the twins only kept one hand above the table, and how when dinner ended and she retired to her new room, she glanced back and saw a
white stain on the kitchen floor, an erection precariously perched in her new brother’s shorts, and how each twin still had a hand on each of his thighs, stroking and
massaging them as though to congratulate him for being such a good sport. Had she only taken notice of these things, she would have been on her guard the entire first
night. Instead, she retired immediately to her room and had fallen into deep slumber, blissfully unaware of all the warning signs she had neglected to notice in her
depressed stupor.

The alarm on her bedside table indicated it was only 3:42 in the morning. At first, she thought restlessness had woken her. Then she heard noises from a nearby room.
No. She heard noise coming from the rooms on either side of her own. To one side, she heard what sounded like her new parents enjoying each others’ bodies with wanton
passion. On the other side, she heard what sounded like two girls in a similar passion. Was it the twins? Incest had always grossed her out, but for some reason, twins
were a bizarre exception. She used to lie in bed and fantasize about what it would be like if she could clone herself and have sex with her other self. It fascinated
her because there are some hot things you can’t do by yourself to make yourself cum like crazy. In her mind, twins were basically clones of each other. Frankly, she
was jealous of the twins… and a little turned on. Her bedroom door didn’t have a handle, much less a lock. She weighed the odds in her head. The bathroom was on the
other side of the twins room down the hall. The only ones who might pass her room to get to the bathroom were the couple on the other side of her room, and she could
hear how preoccupied they were. She decided she liked those odds and pushed her blanket off the bed and began to strip, leaving her clothes scattered across the floor.
Being a virgin, she was in constant need of new and sometimes risky ways of getting herself off. If someone did walk in, she wouldn’t have time to cover up. Her
exposure combined with the sounds of ecstasy from the other rooms drove her into a sexual frenzy. Rolling onto her stomach, she arched her back, one arm holding her
up, the other furiously rubbing her mound.

After two or three minutes, she realized she was craving much more than what her imagination could conjure up. She crept to her door and slowly peeked up and down the
hall. All clear. Mustering all her courage, she crept in front of the twins door. It was partly open. She peered inside. What she saw instantly made her wet.
Outstretched, the twins were a tangled heap of flesh on the floor, one lying on top of the other, their legs parted, their vulvae rubbing together. The twins were
tribbing on the bedroom floor.

She slowly began to trace circles around her clit with her fingers, fully engrossed by the twins’ sapphic passion. She was so engrossed that she let out a small but
sudden squeal when she realized the door on the other side of the bathroom had abruptly flung open. Abandoning any semblance of stealth, she ran inside her room
without closing her door, grabbed the blanket off of the floor without regard to her scattered clothes, threw the blanket over her otherwise exposed form, lay flat on
her bed, squinted her eyes half shut, and waited, attempting to feign sleep. A figure appeared in her doorway. She held her breath while she waited for the figure to
turn and leave. She clamped her eyes shut and began to count in her head. When she got to ten, she threw her eyes open, expecting the figure to be gone. Instead, she
was staring into the face of her new brother.

She opened her mouth to scream, but he was too fast. In a flash, he was on top of her, blanket on the floor, one hand on her mouth, the other pushing down on her
stomach as he used his bare, muscular thighs to part her legs. She realized with horror and disgust that he had been completely naked before he had even entered her
room. He had every intention of doing what he was about to do.

Her thighs shook as he forced them apart. Her breathing became erratic and hot tears began to roll from the corners of her eyes as his hard member prodded her
entrance. She gasped roughly through his fingers as he slowly pushed into her. She flinched when he nudged her hymen. A wicked grin spread across his face.

“Whoa. Dad didn’t tell me you were a virgin. Haha, sucks to be him. Guess he didn’t know. I was so pissed that the selfish fuck got to pop both of the twins’ cherries.
He’s gonna fucking piss blood when he realizes he missed out on yours. He wouldn’t have let me go first if he knew how fresh you were sissy.”

She didn’t have a chance to reflect on his words. With a start, he thrusted into her hard. Once. Twice. And… She winced in agony as her paternal half-brother tore
through her virginity with his stiff member. The incestuous, fiery glint in his eyes suddenly became a storm of sinful, forbidden passion. He began rapidly thrusting
his incestuous meat into her reluctant pussy, painfully jabbing her cervix. Too afraid to look him in the eyes again, she fixed her gaze on the digital clock beside
the bed and reluctantly counted every minute of her torment. On the twelfth minute, she sensed a change in his body language. She began to panic as his breath
quickened. His breaths were escaping in sudden grunts. As she realized what was about to happen, she writhed beneath his now sweaty frame trying desperately to force
him off of her. In response to her struggling, he forced his weight down on her as he felt his muscles begin to spasm, leaving her arms free to vainly push at his
shoulders, one hand still clamped over her mouth, the other groping at her chest, pinching painfully at one of her nipples. She squealed desperately through his hand,
pounded on his shoulders with her fists, thrusting her hips at him in an attempt to force him off, the situation becoming increasingly desperate with every fraction of
a second that passed. Her thrusting hips only maximized his pleasure, urging him to forcibly release his load deep inside her fleshy reservoir, filling her freshly
deflowered womb against her will. He couldn’t hold back any longer. Defeated, she cried violently into his hand as streams of her brother’s cum filled her violated
pussy with each thrust of his incestuous cock.

Thinking that there couldn’t possibly be a worse set of circumstances for her to be in right now then to have been raped of her virginity by her half-brother and
filled with his cum, she felt reluctantly relieved in knowing that it was over. She was wrong. She suddenly found herself filled with terror as he repositioned his
hips, and with a heavy groan, began fucking her again, this time with his free hand tightly bound around her throat, only loose enough to keep her from asphyxiating.

Her nightmare had only just begun…

She awoke just before noon. Her scattered clothes on the floor, the soreness in her neck and between her legs, and the blood and cum stains on her sheets together left
a violent certainty in her mind that everything that happened earlier that morning was real. Still, it didn’t feel real. Nothing did anymore. It felt like she was
living someone else’s life, or perhaps more like she was living in someone else’s nightmare.

Not sure what else to do, and frankly too broken to care, she dressed in the clothes she had on yesterday and followed the scent of freshly cooked food to the kitchen.
As she sat at the table, watching her aunt make a full course breakfast in a very see-through nightgown, the things her brother said and all the signs she neglected
came to her attention. Who could she turn to?

Her aunt served her a full plate. Despite her stupor, she couldn’t neglect her appetite. As she tore into a pancake, her aunt placed a glass of water and a pill in
front of her, exposing what seemed like a small canyon of uncovered cleavage, her still-hard nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. “I hope your uncle and I
didn’t bother you guys too much this morning. Our brothers just can’t help themselves sometimes, right hun?” Her aunt gave her a playful wink. “Take this,” she said,
indicating the pill. “It’s a morning after pill. Judging by your brother’s state of exhaustion, I’d say he likely drained himself dry between those beautiful, young
thighs of yours, am I right?” Her aunt nodded in the direction of the living room. Her half-brother was passed out on the couch, fully nude, his equally exposed twin
sisters fondling his half-hard member as he snored softly.

No. There was no one in this house that she could possibly turn to for help. Those motherfuckers were all deranged.

Fearing what would happen if she didn’t, she took the pill, her aunt patting her on the head like a dog in response to her obedience, albeit affectionately. She
concentrated on her food as others joined her at the table in various stages of undress, her brother and the twins altogether nude. She almost felt like an outsider
being the only person with the decency to cover her body while others were in the room, much less eating breakfast at the kitchen table together as a “family” if the
word could even be applied to this fucked up ensemble of sickos. But she reminded herself that she truly was an outsider. She wasn’t anything like them.

She suddenly became aware of the presence leaning close to her. She turned to see her father dressed only in boxers staring into her face with a perplexed expression.
“So you were a virgin, huh? I’d have thought even if your mother kept you away from her occupation that a girl with a body like yours would’ve given it up to someone a
long time ago. Maybe I can’t restore your virginity to have the satisfaction of being your first, but you’re mine for today. I’m gonna do my best to make up for last
night. Your pussy might already be popped, but you’ve got a lot of other first times to learn, and I’m gonna teach you today.”

“The rest of us have plans today,” her uncle pointed out, “so you and your father will have the place to yourselves till dinner.”

“Exactly hun,” her aunt said, “so take a nice long bath or shower to recover from last night. The rest of us need about an hour to get ready, so just take your time
and relax for awhile.”

It sickened her how normal they made this all sound, but after what her brother did, it terrified her to think of what the others were capable of, especially her dad.
Admittedly, incest appeared to be a consensual thing in this house, but rape?

She worked up the courage to say something. “What’s wrong with you people? I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask to be raped!”

“Oh come now,” her aunt retorted, “we had to find some kind of way to break you in and get you to fall in line.”

“Fall in line? Fall in line with what?”

“With us, obviously. Sweetie, you better learn now while you still have a choice in the matter that if you don’t give what is asked of you, it’ll be taken from you in
more ways than one. Look, I admire your bravery, but everyone in this family had to learn at some point that true freedom only comes to those who follow the rules
they’re given. Now get your sweet ass in that shower and wash up for your daddy. And leave your clothes on the table. You won’t be needing them today.”

That settled the matter. Being raped was just part of the plan. But she wondered…

She glanced at her brother and sisters. Her brother’s eyes were full of lust and malice. There was no solace to be found in them. No hope. He had no remorse for what
he did. But the twins… There was something different in their eyes. Even as they clung to their brother, all three of them naked, she could see sadness, remorse, and
even the remnant of hope–anger, still glowing somewhere deep within their almost vacant glances. They still clung to hope. She wasn’t completely alone after all. She
had to speak with them, but she had to survive her father first. If there was a way out of this place, she would need their help. She would do what she had to, even
giving her father and the others what they wanted, but one way or another, the satisfaction would be hers one day. But survival and escape wouldn’t be enough. She
realized that now. No, she wanted revenge…

True to their word, everyone else had already left by the time she emerged from the shower an hour later. The clothes she had left on the table were gone. She wasn’t
really surprised though. It was clear to her now that they would do whatever it took to make her fall in step with their twisted desires. Or perhaps they wanted to
test how obedient she really was.

Her father was sitting in front of the television, naked and stroking himself to the porn he had apparently put on. It was a cheesy flick about a lesbian cheerleader
squad. He looked up and smiled at her as she inched closer, fearing what he intended to do, but determined to rob him of the satisfaction her brother experienced. She
wasn’t about to let him get the better of her. Animals like him enjoyed it more if their victims resisted. She might give him what he asked of her, but she was
determined to be the one who was really in control. Knowing this, she put on her brightest plastic smile, got on her knees before her father, looked up into his hungry
glare with her best puppy dog eyes, and bit her lip lightly, trying not to oversell her performance. She kept her voice down to a mere whisper. “What do you want me to
do daddy?” She tried her best to sound nervous and vulnerable. She didn’t want him to hear her determination. If he became aware of her courage, he would do what he
could to crush it, and she couldn’t allow him to gain that advantage. Not now. Not ever.

She would have her revenge.

Without speaking, he reached out and pulled her head towards his cock. She parted her lips, not sure how best to proceed. She flicked the head with her tongue. He
pulled her closer, urging her to take his member into her mouth. She inched her lips down his shaft, her mouth now enveloping the very organ from which she originated.
She stroked her father’s cock within the moist recesses of her mouth, her tongue massaging the underside of his shaft. He groaned in ecstasy. It took all her strength
to suppress her urge to bite her father’s cock off. It was too soon. She needed to plan ahead first. She needed time.

He pushed her head away, removing his cock from her mouth. “Turn around,” he commanded. As she did, he pulled her down into his lap. Her gaze moved to the scene being
depicted. Admittedly, the girls in the scene were quite attractive, though their performance was unrealistic.

Her father began rubbing her vulva, his fingers passing roughly over her hooded clit. Her body responded almost immediately to his touch. The attention he gave to her
body was brief. He prodded her entrance, thrusting into her, establishing a steady rhythm. On the screen, two voluptuous brunettes were fucking on a locker room bench
with a strap on, their ample tits swaying pleasantly.

Abruptly, her father stopped fucking her pussy. He pulled out, instead prodding her ass with his cock. Bracing herself, she inhaled quickly. As he slowly pushed his
cock into her ass, she let her breath go from her, her leg muscles twitching with the new sensation. He paused as his balls came to rest against her naked flesh, the
full length of his cock embedded into his daughter’s inexperienced ass. He wanted to savor the anticipation, thinking of the hard pounding he was about to give her
tight hole.

Without warning, she winced in surprise as her father started a rapid assault on her backdoor. Her toes curled and her ass muscles clenched, squeezing her father’s
incestuous meat involuntarily. On the screen, the girl being fucked with the strap on was furiously rubbing her clit. The actress let out a loud moan and began
squirting, spraying herself and her partner. Almost in response, the rhythmic pounding in her ass came to a crescendo. Her father painfully and suddenly pushed as deep
into her ass as he could manage, his twitching cock releasing several streams of hot cum into her sorely throbbing hole.

As he turned off the movie and made his way to bathroom, the sound of running shower water echoing through the house, she smirked to herself. Was that it? Trying to
make her way to her room to look for new clothes, her father suddenly stepped into the hall, blocking her path.

“Jump in the shower. The water’s ready for ya.” She hesitated for a moment, then gathering her resolve, started to walk past him. She soon wished she hadn’t.

She massaged her jaw as she stepped into the shower, a bruise forming where her dad had punched her with a closed fist. She had underestimated his abusive tendencies.
He was more violent than she first thought, and he gave no warnings before striking her. She had to be more cautious in the future.

She faced him as he climbed into the shower with her, her eyes looking nowhere in particular. He suddenly pushed her back against the tiled wall, lifted both her legs
off of the bathtub below, and used her free weight to impale her pussy onto his cock once again. It was sudden and uncomfortable, but she reluctantly acknowledged to
herself that this wasn’t altogether unpleasant, at least not compared to her previous experiences. She had to strain her self-control to refrain from giving any real
indication to her father that she was almost enjoying what he was now doing to her body. As he fucked her against the bathroom wall, her feet bouncing in the air on
either side of him, she did everything she could to remain expressionless. But as she began to cum, she realized it didn’t matter if she showed expression or not. The
way her pussy spasmed and clenched his hard cock, and the way her thighs clamped onto his abdomen told him exactly what he wanted to know. He wanted her to know what
it was like to have someone make her cum against her will. As far as he was concerned, both her pain AND her pleasure now belonged to him.

Her hatred grew.

As her father walked nakedly out of the bathroom ten minutes later, she collapsed in an exhausted heap on the bathroom floor, her father’s cum slowly pouring out of
her ass and pussy and slowly circling the drain as the water got cold, her nipples stiffening in response to the chilly water.

The icy sting of the water becoming unbearable, she reluctantly turned off the water and stumbled drunkenly towards her room and the uncertain but welcoming comfort of
her tainted bed. Her head had only just hit the pillow when she heard muffled steps approach her door. Part of her knew it couldn’t have been over already. She knew he
intended to break her. She supposed it would be too much to hope that he wouldn’t try to break her in a single night.

Her father stepped abruptly into her room, making his way to her bed. In the dim light, she could see he was holding something at his side. Whatever it was, it was
making a metallic clanking sound as he came to a stop by her bedside. He grasped her arm and held it above her head. As she felt the cold steel of the handcuffs close
around her wrist, she realized he was cuffing her to the bed. He cuffed her hands around the metal bar of her bed frame.

She grew anxious as he swiftly left the room. Watching her digital clock, it was almost an hour later when headlights shined through her window. He was saving her for
the others. Who was going to have her this time?

Minutes later, two figures entered her room. She snapped her eyes shut as her lights were switched on, illuminating her aunt and uncle. Her uncle was dressed in
boxers, an erection already straining against the usually loose fabric. He was carrying a laptop. Her aunt was covered in a modest bathrobe, her valley of cleavage
uncharacteristically well-hidden.

While her uncle fiddled with the laptop, her aunt dropped her modest robe to the floor, revealing two great hills of fleshy chest and a bright magenta strap on. Her
aunt knelt at the foot of her, kissing her way up her legs as her aunt slowly approached her mound.

“Rolling,” her uncle announced. “Okay ladies, time to start the show. Let’s make our first family movie.”

Suddenly, her thighs were spread wide and her aunt’s face was buried deep in her delicate pink pussy. As her aunt began rapidly assaulting her clit with her tongue,
the sensation overwhelmed her self-control. She surrendered herself completely as she came hard against her aunt’s tongue. Her aunt gave no sign of letting up just
because she had already cum. Before she could even catch her breath, she was cumming a second time.

As her involuntary ecstasy subsided, her now-naked uncle stepped forward and waved his stiff cock before her face expectantly, positioning himself so that he didn’t
block the recording laptop’s view of the action he hoped to get. Remembering the cuffs on her wrists and the soreness in her jaw, she opened her mouth wide, beckoning
her uncle’s cock. As he eagerly started fucking her face, she withdrew into fantasies of how satisfying it would be to sink her teeth deep into his stiff protrusion.

She could sense that he was on the verge of coating the back of her throat when he suddenly pulled out. For a brief moment, she thought he was going to cum on her
face. Instead, he walked around the bed and began fucking his sister from behind while she furiously started tongue-diving her helplessly bound niece.

The rhythm of her uncle’s hard thrusting drove her aunt’s face hard against her pussy, every nerve below her navel firing all at once with every jarring impact. As her
uncle climaxed, slamming his spurting cock deep into her aunt’s fleshy cave, her aunt screamed a muffled orgasm into her violated hole, the sudden rush of air into her
womb forcing her own cries of reluctant incestuous pleasure.

With the biggest shit-eating grin, her aunt climbed up and straddled her face. “Suck all that cum out. Suck it clean.” As her uncle’s cum poured out of her aunt’s
pussy and into her mouth, she couldn’t help but be impressed at how much there actually was. “Don’t swallow hun. Not yet.” Her aunt got down beside the bed and pulled
her face close, her mouth gaping. “Spit that cum into my mouth.” As she spit her uncle’s seed into her aunt’s mouth, her uncle held the laptop over the bed to get a
better vantage point. After the last drop was exchanged, her aunt leaned over her, pinching her nipple hard as she spit the load back into her mouth, her aunt’s tongue
swirling it around before pulling away. “Swallow.” Gulp. “Good little cunt. Now open up so we can see.”

“I think the others are really gonna love this, right sis?”

“Oh, I’m sure they will. Let’s get some sleep. The boys and us have got a big day tomorrow. It’ll just be her and the twins with the house to themselves all day. And
grab those cuffs too hun so the poor girl can get some decent sleep.”

Wednesday:

The next morning, she awoke to find the twins naked in her bed, each clinging softly to either side of her as she stared at the ceiling. The twins’ show of affection
was the most loved she had felt since coming here, and she was reluctant to disrupt the tender moment. Still, even she couldn’t help but admire their beauty. Their
tits were only a little smaller than her own. Their hips were proportionately large for their height, making them quite voluptuous for their size. Their tits were
great, but it was their asses she admired most. They were the best she had ever seen, and being an avid ass-lover herself, she wasn’t easy to impress.

One of the twins stirred. “Good morning beautiful,” the twin yawned. “How did you sleep? I hope they weren’t too rough with you.”

“I’ll be okay,” she said, feeling adored and appreciated for once. With a pang of understanding, she had to ask. “How rough are they with you guys?”

“Not so bad anymore.”

“Yeah,” said the other twin, now awake too, “it was a lot worse in the beginning. Dad used to beat us because we kept trying to protect each other.”

“What changed?”

The first twin frowned at the unpleasant memories. “Dad and big brother starting putting us in different rooms.”

“Right,” said the second twin. “Then they’d start taking turns beating and fucking us.” Tears were forming in their eyes.

She suddenly felt brave. “I’m going to get us out of here somehow. But…”

“But what?” they asked in unison.

“I’ll need you guys to help me.”

“Whatever you ask, I’ll do it.”

“Me too.”

“Thanks guys.”

The twins looked at each other from across her bare chest.

“We can finally leave sis.”

“I’m scared though.”

“It’s okay. I’m scared too.”

They leaned over and kissed. As she watched, the twins’ kiss of reassurance and hope turned to passion and lust. She almost expected them to fuck each other right
there on her bed, so she was pleasantly surprised when they turned their affections on her instead. Each twin slipped a hand between her thighs, each of them sucking
on one of her tits. Wanting to show her eagerness, she began stroking their backs, lightly caressing their skin with her fingernails. She spread her legs for them, her
pussy warm with anticipation of the things the twins might do to her. Her reluctance was gone. This time, she wanted it.

The twins clearly had the benefit of experience on their side. Every touch of their hands, every lick of their tongues, every tender kiss, and every loving glance or
deep longing stare seemed to restore a broken shard of who she used to be and who she might have become. It was more than sex. As the twins worshiped every inch of her
body, they were also paying homage to the intangible parts of her being. She was more than flesh to them. They were making love to the entirety of her being.

With one twin wrapped around her abdomen kissing and nibbling every patch of skin in sight, the other twin between her legs hitting nerves deep in her pussy that she
didn’t even know she had, she had such an intense all-encompassing orgasm that she had only begun to notice the rush of blood to her ears before her vision faded and
she blacked out.

She came to only moments later. “Holy shit!” She lay there drenched in a sweet-smelling mixture of sweat and girl cum–both her’s and the twins’–as she tried to catch
her breath and calm her still-racing pulse. “God, I wish I knew how to do that.”

Feeling confident and a little naughty, she ate breakfast in the nude (with a morning after pill on the side). Between bites of cereal, the nude twins told her how
them being dressed the night of her arrival was the first time they’d worn any sort of clothing in days–not counting during their periods–and the only time they were
actively instructed by their mother to wear any sort of clothing at all. They seldom chose to wear clothing unless they went somewhere. The conversation took a darker
turn after that. The twins knew of a guy in town who sold stolen items in an alley including but not limited to firearms. Rumor has it that he accepts forms of payment
other than cash. The twins claimed they knew all this to be true because their father had once traded the twins’ “assets” for the laptop her uncle had used only last
night. Apparently, he enjoyed his time with the twins so much that he threw in the flat screen in the living room as a bonus. The plan was to find the guy in town and
“trade” for a gun.

The twins donned a matching set of dark blue dresses foregoing underclothes. Hoping in the back of her mind that she might get another taste of that morning’s ecstasy
if she followed the twins’ example, she wore black knee socks with a medium-length black skirt and a cleavtastically loose-fitting white v-neck top that she knew would
hide nothing if it rained and–like the twins–decided to forgo any sort of underclothing.

Without a car, it would take a couple hours to get to town. For an hour, the twins walked on either side of her, holding each of her hands. Being only a few inches
taller than both of them, they would occasionally lay their heads on her shoulders as they walked. Though it made walking difficult and slowed them down a little, she
adored the affectionate attention.

As they made there way down a rural, woodsy road, the twins stopped abruptly.

“What is it guys?”

“There’s a really beautiful waterfall nearby.”

“Yeah, and if you listen close, you can hear it from here.”

Sure enough, she could just barely hear what sounded like distant water rushing loudly. After a short walk into the woods, she gasped before the beautiful sight. Even
better was the sight of the twins before her eyes, the water serving as the perfect backdrop. Losing herself in the moment, she walked up behind one of the twins,
wrapped her arms around her delicate waist, and began kissing her neck. The twin giggled at her soft touch. For a brief moment, she feared the other twin would become
jealous or feel left out. As she looked up to see the other twin’s reaction, she instead found her biting her lip and eying them hungrily. As she continued nibbling on
one twin’s neck and slowly caressing her hips, the other twin inched her hands between her legs, careful not to reveal the wetness under her dress. Recognizing the
game the twin was playing with her, she lifted the back of the first twin’s dress and began caressing her voluptuous, firm, round ass. Confirming her suspicions, the
second twin hiked up her dress, revealing the middle and ring finger of her right hand buried in the soft wetness of her pussy. The more she gave, the more she would
get, and oh boy, what she would do to win this game.

She lifted the twin’s dress up over her head, letting it float to the ground, then pulled her legs out from under her. The twin fell onto the soft ground in a fit of
laughter. The other twin responded by undressing and lying on her back next to her sister, never once removing her fingers from her sweetness. Feeling naughty again,
she put one hand between the legs of the twin beneath her, the other hand working up under her own provocatively short black skirt. The rushing of the water sent a
cool breeze swirling around the three of them, a soft mist gradually moistening their skin only to be evaporated away by the occasional gust of wind. The wind playing
at the moistness between their legs and the vanishing mist playing at their exposed flesh sent chills through their bodies that only added to their nervous excitement.
Working both hands vigorously, she began jilling herself and the twin off, the other twin following her lead. Each twin came, one twin writhing and moaning beneath
her, the other bucking violently into her own hand and kicking at the ground with little grunts, but for whatever reason, she couldn’t seem to bring herself to orgasm.
It was like trying to pedal a bike uphill. Each time she got close to the top, she would lose her footing and backpedal. The other twin–having guessed her
frustrations–crawled behind her, and forcing her head down into the other twin’s chest, began finger-fucking her from behind. Following her sister’s lead, the first
twin reached up from beneath her and began rapidly rubbing her clit. The sensation grew to be too intense. She tried to put her hands between her legs to slow the
twins’ motions, but the twins each grabbed an arm and refused to let her interfere. The sensation of being restricted unexpectedly exciting her passion, she began to
squeal between her teeth, her breath escaping in sudden screams and yelps of ecstasy. She had never been a screamer, but she had always adored the sound of girls
having noisy orgasms, and as she became one of those girls, she found very much to her surprise that she liked the sound of her own screaming. In fact, it was her own
screaming that finally sent her over the edge. With a violent series of spasms, her pussy exploded with sensation, thoroughly coating the twins’ hands in her juices.
The woods echoed her screams over the loud rushing of the waterfall as she squirted for the first time in her life, her body forcibly relinquishing its reservoir of
fluids all over the incestuous hands of her twin sisters.

Sampling the juices she deposited on their hands, the twins kissed and caressed her body from head to toe, working their fingers and tongues underneath the folds of
the clothes she was still wearing, massaging her sore flesh as she lay prostrate on the leafy ground, her pussy still pulsing with lustful tension.

She needed more.

“Oh fuck yes, give it to me guys. Make me cum again.”

“Oh, don’t worry sissy, we’ll make you cum…”

“…we’ll make you cum if we get to cum with you.”

“I’ll try my best, but I don’t think I’m as great at this as you guys are.”

“Well, we have had lots of practice silly…”

“…years of practice.”

She blushed as she remembered seeing the twins on her first night. “I know guys. I have a confession to make. I was getting off in bed to the sound of you both on the
night I first came here. Then I got naked and went to your door and watched. It was so fucking hot. You guys were amazing. That was right before…” She felt a lump
forming in her throat.

The twins began tugging at her clothes. She eagerly responded by letting them undress her. They surprised her when they abruptly stood up, ran, and dove headlong into
the water. They splashed playfully at each other, giggling and squealing youthfully. Suddenly, they were kissing passionately, their tongues dancing together between
each others’ lips, their chests and shoulders pressing together. She felt a sudden warmth between her legs.

Next thing she knew, she was stepping silkily into the water, her lustful gaze never leaving the forbidden fruit on display before her eyes. Once in the water, the
twins turned their attentions on her, pressing her against the smooth rocks lining the water’s edge. Each twin placed a hand between her legs. Returning the favor, she
lifted a hand up to each of the girls’ mounds, slowly parting the folds of their pussies in search of their sensitive clits. Grinding on each others’ hands, the three
sisters swapped tongues in between sudden grunts and moans of incestuous pleasure, their soft breasts and hard nipples rubbing sensuously, slippery from the icy water.

This time, the three sisters climaxed together, their exposed bodies huddled together tightly, their limbs quivering in unison. It was time to go…

As the three sisters arrived in town, her heart pounded in her chest. It was an unexpected thrill knowing that passersby could see the stiffness of her nipples and the
pinkness of her aureolas as her translucent white top clung to her damp breasts. She got off knowing that the eyes of so many envious and horny men and women of
various ages were on her. She inwardly hoped that her edgy, erotic anxiety would help her overcome the reluctance she held concerning her destination and what she
intended to do when she got there. She didn’t want to think about what was happening–what she would be doing. She just wanted it to be over.

The twins brought her before a dingy apartment building. The twins walked up the steps and hit a call button. While they conversed with someone on the intercom, she
noticed a young redhead about her age watching her intensely from what looked like a bedroom window. Feeling spontaneous and caught up in the moment, she put on her
brightest smile, lifted her top, and flashed her tits at the redhead. She was surprised when the redhead abruptly stood up in full view of the window and flashed her
back. The redhead had pale skin and freckles dappled her chest. The redhead leaned against the window pane, pressing her firm tits flat against the glass.

Just then, the door of the building opened. She turned around to see a man with a gaunt face step out onto the street. She turned back to the redhead only to find a
blanket covering the window where she had been.

“Follow me,” the man said. “I never do business inside this part of the building.”

She and the twins followed him down an alley. They stopped in an alcove that housed a couple of dumpsters. There were no windows in this part of the alley. There was a
moderately dim light hanging over an emergency exit door.

“This part of the building was sealed off after a fire. I busted the door a while back and started using the old storage space for my ‘transactions.’ I also keep my
merchandise stored here, guns included.” He fiddled with a lock which was binding a heavy chain to the door. “Ladies first,” he said with a plastic grin, gesturing for
them to enter first.

She followed as the twins led the way into the building. Clearly, they knew where they were going. They arrived into a surprisingly spacious room filled with filing
cabinets, furniture, and a large bed as the room’s centerpiece. She continued to look around the room for a little over a minute.

“So who’s first?” She turned around to find the man already undressed, his cock hard and waiting.

One of the twins knelt down before him and began giving him head. The other twin lay back on the bed before him, spreading her legs, and began finger-fucking herself.

“And what about you? You want that gun or not?”

She hesitated for a moment. Then she got on the bed, lifted her skirt, and began grinding her hips into the twin’s sweetness. She hoped that if she focused on the
twins, this would be so much easier. She flinched as she suddenly felt the man’s fingers roughly exploring the tender flesh between her legs. She took a deep breath
and tried to tell herself that she was enjoying this. But she couldn’t fool herself. She was sure that the man got off thinking it was him who would be using her, but
she also knew deep down that she was using him too. This horny fuck was just a means to an end for her. As this dawned on her, her reluctance slowly began to fade. She
didn’t want to fuck the guy, but she did want what he had to offer, and fucking him was the easiest way to get it. So be it, she thought.

“Don’t keep a horny girl waiting,” she teased playfully. “Are you gonna fuck me or what?”

The man hesitated for a moment. It seemed he was as surprised at her as she was at herself. “So you really want my cock in you that badly, huh baby?”

“You have no idea. I want your cum in me. Fuck me. Please baby. Fuck me.” She thought she was overselling her performance a little too much, but she figured this guy
probably preferred it that way anyway.

Pushing the twin aside, he pulled her onto her stomach and yanked her skirt down her legs. He proceeded by flipping her over on her back and spreading her legs wide.
He took a brief moment to position his cock at her entrance, then he thrusted painfully into her and began pounding into her hard and fast, obviously looking to serve
his own selfish gratification. Without missing a beat, he pulled her top over her head and threw it aside. He groped at her tits, pressing them together, then
pinched and twisted her nipples hard. She winced in pain.

“Yeah baby, you like that? You like that you dirty little whore, huh? You naughty little girl.”

She smirked at his last choice of name calling and decided to follow his lead. “Yeah daddy, I like that. I like it when you hurt my little titties like that daddy.”

The twins seemingly at a loss as to what role they should play in this climbed on the bed, lay on their sides facing opposite of each other, and began to 69 sideways,
one of the twin’s pussies on display for the dealer, the other clearly visible for her, and began eating each other out.

“You want my cum, you dirty little whore? You want your daddy to cum inside your tight little pussy?”

“Yeah daddy, I want your cum inside me. Cum for me daddy. Cum for your dirty little girl.”

His body tensed up and he began thrusting into her with slow, hard, jabs as he began pouring his cum into his client’s pussy, his head ripe with taboo fantasies. Her
only thought was that if this guy had any children, he deserved what her own father had coming to him…

As she and the twins got dressed, the dealer’s cum dripping pointlessly down her inner thigh, he rummaged through some cabinets in the corner of the room.

He walked over with the gun, a silver revolver, and told them if they ever needed anything to come back soon. He turned to lead them out the door. A thought flashed
through her mind. What if the dealer gave them a gun that doesn’t even work? Only one way to find out…

Pop. The dealer dropped to the ground, a hole in the back of his head. She felt nothing. No remorse. Her only concern now was whether she had enough bullets to finish
the job she had set out to do now that she had wasted one. She checked the gun. Five left. Just enough. Poetic. Utterly fucking poetic.

As the three made their way back down the alley, they noticed the redhead waiting for them in a long brown trench coat. Her heart fluttered when she noticed the
redhead’s feet were bare. Was she naked underneath?

“If you guys ever want a good time, call me. Or maybe if you just want to talk or something. Whatever works for you. Here…” The redhead opened the trench coat and
pulled a piece of paper out of the inside pocket, revealing that she was indeed stark naked underneath.

As she took the paper from the redhead’s hand, the look in her eyes made her pause. She had seen the same look in the twins’ eyes too.

The redhead gave the three of them one more teasing glance at her goods as she opened the coat, lifted the back, and flashed them her ass, baring her exposed front to
the other side of the street in the process. The twins lifted their dresses up, baring all but their shoulders. The twins and the redhead giggled at each other.

As they made their way out of town, the gun tucked precariously under the waistband of her skirt where even the dumbest cop could see it, she asked the twins what was
up with the redhead.

“We’ve kind of known her for a while.”

“Father has brought us here before when he buys stuff from the dealer.”

“Yeah, but he usually makes us wait out front.”

“One day we flashed her our boobs.”

“After a few times, she began doing it too.”

“We never talked to her before. We’ve never even seen her come outside.”

“Something about you sis must be special. What’s the paper say?”

She opened the paper she held in her hand. “It says ‘Meet me at the park on the south side of town if you wanna get to know me. Here’s my number if you decide you want
to.’ Is it like a date or something?” The twins just shrugged.

When they finally got home, they hid the gun under the trailer outside and prayed no one would find it. It was well after dark, only a few hours before midnight. She
followed the twins into the room they shared and watched them daintily strip out of their blue dresses, carefully hanging them in the closet. The twins led her to the
bathroom and drew a bubble bath. The three of them washed each other’s hair and backs. There was some light fingering and plenty of kissing and groping, but the three
were too exhausted by the day’s events for any more sexual adventures. The three dried off and returned to the twins’ room, crawled under the covers, and clung to each
others’ bare flesh, the three of them happier than they had been in such a long, long time. As sleep crept up on her, the nagging thought that the nightmare wasn’t
quite over yet tormented her, filling her dreams with anxiety, suffering, and a lust for forbidden flesh and the blood of her twisted kin.

Thursday:

She awoke the next morning to the sound of moaning. The twins were still fast asleep. Remembering the deposit that the dealer had left in her pussy the day before, she
dressed in her clothes from the day before and ventured into the kitchen to find herself in the midst of a small orgy. Her father’s siblings were fucking on the
kitchen counter, her aunt’s mountainous cleavage swaying dangerously with every thrust. Her brother was standing beside the kitchen table, his cock in his mother’s
mouth, her step-mother bent sharply over a kitchen chair being ass-fucked by her father.

Hoping to stay invisible, she made her way past her brother as he began to cum on his mother’s face, her experienced hand guiding where his cock was aiming, she went
to the cabinet where the pills were kept. As she filled a glass of water and swallowed a pill, she turned to find her step-mother apparently staring at her ass.

“You’re mine today. I was gonna pick out something for you to wear, but…” She looked her up and down. “I think this’ll do just fine. We leave in ten minutes.”

Afraid of what might happen if she asked questions, she sat in the living room and stared blankly at the flascreen, waiting for the worst to come.

Ten minutes later, her step-mother came out of her bedroom wearing a cheap business suit–one of those gray skirt numbers that make even the most pleasant female look
like an uptight bitch. Something about the way the suit fit her seemed off, but she couldn’t figure out how. She rode shotgun as they drove into town. Around nine,
they pulled up in front of a large, seemingly vacant office complex on the other side of town. When they stepped inside, she was greeted by the sight of about a dozen
men and women. Some of the women looked about her age. The older women and all of the men were wearing suits or formal wear of some kind. The younger females were
dressed kind of provocatively, not unlike herself, though some of their clothes looked much more or much less nicer than her own. Judging by the looks on their faces,
she wasn’t the only one who wished she could be somewhere else at that very moment.

Then one of the females caught her eye. It was the redhead. She appeared as shocked as she was for them to be seeing each other under such circumstances.

“Welcome everyone. It’s good to see so many of you attending today. Much better than last year, I must say. And such beautiful daughters you’ve all brought. Let us
begin. Show your money.”

Four men and three women stepped forward, drew a wad of money from various places–jacket pockets, suitcases, bras–and placed it in a pile on a small table in the
center of the room. Her step-mother stepped forward and collected the money, putting it in a suitcase with a fancy lock. From within the suitcase, she pulled out
several slips of paper and a small black bag with a drawstring.

“Write your last names on these. We each draw from the bag. If you draw your own name, put it back and take another. No one gets to play favorites. You get the girl
you draw. No refunds. No complaints. Let’s draw.”

Her step-mother drew first. She got the redhead. One of the women, probably a mother of one of the other girls, pulled her name. She was being whored out to a stranger
for money. Her mother was a prostitute, and yet her mother had spared her from this fate for so long. How could this be happening now?

There was a number of furniture pieces in the large space. The woman who pulled her name guided her to a bed. The redhead was guided to a St. Peter’s cross by her
step-mother. Watching for a brief moment, she watched her step-mother strip to reveal a very revealing leather outfit beneath her cheap suit. She began to strap the
redhead to the cross when the woman pushed her on the bed. The woman rolled her over, yanked up her skirt, and began slapping her ass hard. Unprepared for the assault,
she tried to resist the bitch. Bad move. She yanked her head back by her hair and put a firm grip on her throat with the other hand. She could barely breathe. Her
brother had been gentle by comparison. She began to get scared. The woman slipped her hand up the back of her skirt and began forcibly finger-fucking her pussy and ass
simultaneously. If the woman’s hand hadn’t been around her throat, she would’ve screamed in pain. Suddenly, she was on her back. Her top was ripped open. The woman
spat on her pussy, then revealed a strap on from beneath the skirt she was wearing. she lifted her legs high in the air and began thrusting the over-sized toy painfully
into her asshole. The bitch slapped her tits repeatedly, calling her names like whore, slut, and cunt.

After an agonizingly long hour of this nightmare, she vaguely heard her step-mother call the parents over to the table. As the bitch walked away, she dared to sit up
and look around the room at the other girls. She felt guilt on behalf of them all, but the redhead seemed the worst off. She was sobbing heavily. The skin on her ass
and thighs was red with an hour’s worth of slapping. There was blood dripping from her back where she had been lashed so hard that it broke the skin in several places.
Looking more closely, she could see scars from other sessions like these. Almost all of them were on her back, the one part of the girl’s body that she hadn’t revealed
to her and the twins the day before. Her body burned with rage.

“It’s time to go. Get dressed.” The afternoon was spent with her step-mother driving around town making various stops. She paid little attention at first. Then she saw
the redhead in the window. She realized with a start that her mother had gone to see the dealer. Just then, her step-mother got in the vehicle looking scared as fuck.

Secretly savoring the moment, she dared to ask a question. “What’s wrong?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing… Some asshole stood me up, that’s all.”

She thought she heard her step-mother say under her breath “stupid fuck had it coming anyway…” She looked out the window and smiled to herself. As her step-mother
started the car, she noticed the redhead in the window, looking somber. The redhead waved. She waved back as they pulled away, wondering–hoping even–if she might
ever see the redhead alive again. Even more though, she wondered if the girl would ever be free. Would either of them ever be free?

It was dark again by the time her step-mother finished her errands. She seemed distracted the rest of the day. She took pride in knowing that she was secretly the
cause for her step-mother’s distress. Her father and step-mother were absent for supper. She had a hunch that they were discussing the dealer’s untimely demise. She
overhead bits and pieces of the argument when it was at its loudest. As far as she could make out, they feared a visit from the police because the dealer kept
“records” of some of his transactions. It seemed that if the cops found the incestuous home videos they had been using as bartering chips, the cops would suspect their
involvement in his murder. Even if they were cleared as suspects for his murder, the dealer had enough footage of incest and even a video of the side business her
step-mother had been running which was more than enough to nail them all with a slew of incest and prostitution charges. In short, they were fucked unless they went
back and tried to remove any incriminating evidence.

A new plan was beginning to form in her mind–a new way to get revenge. If only…

“Where were you all day?”

“What do you–“

“Oh, don’t give me that bullshit. I came home twice yesterday, and you three were nowhere in sight. Where the fuck were you?” Her step-mother eyed her suspiciously.
She could feel the woman’s eyes trying to probe her thoughts. “Where’s the gun?”

“What the hell are you talking–“

“You don’t know if she had anything to do with it.” She was surprised to hear her father sticking up for her.

“You’re right. As usual, you’re right. I don’t know. But I sure as hell intend to find out. Strip the little bitch and take her to the living room. We’ll fuck it out of
her. And if that isn’t enough, we’ll beat it out of her. I’m not taking any chances.”

She tried to fight them off. She even busted her brother’s nose. But there were just too many of them. Her uncle brought the laptop out from his room. Her brother and
father held her down as her step-mother throat-fucked her with a dildo. She kept this up for almost an hour and a half before letting up.

“This bitch is stubborn. Fine. So she doesn’t need air in her lungs. Let her choke on cum then. Get over here. Hold the bitch down and fuck her till she bleeds. I
could use a good show for once.” With that her step-mother sat on the couch with a twin on either side, the air of a self-righteous queen all over her.

The clock on the wall struck midnight.

Friday:

Her lips cried no, but her body writhed with carnal passion. Her cries fell on deaf ears, but the language her body spoke was one her incestuous family knew well. Her
body began to quiver against her will. She was cumming, and cumming hard. As her uncle, brother, and father filled her every orifice with their cum, and as her
stepmother, aunt, and twin sisters watched with lustful stares, she was filled with so much shame, guilt, and hatred that it felt as though her soul was breaking into
a thousand shards. Even if her entire family died in some “tragic” incident, she knew she would never be free of her family’s sins. She told herself they were the
wrongdoers, but she couldn’t help but feel like she shared some portion of their guilt. She felt guilt and shame for the way she- no, for the way her body responded to
the assault. But more than that, she was seething with shame and self-hatred for being weak and helpless. If only she had been stronger, she wouldn’t be a victim. She
was on the fast track to blaming herself like countless others before her. She couldn’t blame herself for what her body felt, but being weak… that was unforgivable.
She would learn to punish her body for taking pleasure in the things she hated. More than this, she would learn to be strong in her mind, unbreakable, even as her body
was being violated by her own flesh and blood. That day, she learned to dissociate from her body. Nothing terrible that happened to her would ever be real again. She
would always find freedom in her own mind. She would always have a place to run and hide, no matter how many times she was raped and violated, whether it was by her
own family or any other sick fuck. After all, no one could possibly blame her for what her body did.

“This is ridiculous. Why won’t she give in already?” Her step-mother clearly wasn’t satisfied with how things were turning out.

“Because maybe the bitch really doesn’t know anything.”

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Her brother went to the window.

“It’s the fucking cops!”

Three weeks later:

She was waiting at the park with the twins. An anonymous caller had ratted out her step-mom and identified her as the last person to see the dealer alive. She would later discover the redhead was the caller. The police weren’t convinced that her step-mother was the murderer, but the revolver they later found underneath the trailer–conveniently wiped of prints–seemed to indicate that she was the most likely suspect. Add to that the orgy of evidence at the murder site, and the police were quick to start pressing charges on many people. Nothing the police found indicated that she or the twins had any involvement, but the same couldn’t be said of her father, step-mother, brother, aunt, or uncle. Each of them was being charged with everything from incest and rape to prostitution and theft. A lot had apparently happened before she had shown up that she knew little to nothing about.

She felt better not knowing. She had her own burdens to bear. But today was different…

“Hey guys. You showed up?” It was the redhead. Her mother had gotten slapped with a number of prostitution charges. She was finally free. “I’m glad you could all make
it here just to see me.”

“You’re worth it,” she said, smiling brightly. She was beginning to think she’d never see the redhead again. “So what is it you wanted to talk to us about?”

“I’m getting this new place outside of town. It’s kinda out of my price range right now till I get a better job. I was hoping you guys might want to, um– to come live
with me? Ya know, together. I mean, it doesn’t have to mean anything, but… I was hoping you guys might want to… get to know me… or something…”

She glanced at the twins. They smiled approvingly. “Of course. We’d love to live with you. Just one question…”

“Ask me anything.”

“Is it clothing optional?”

The redhead smiled her brightest smile yet. “Heehee. Always.”

For once in her life, things were finally going right. She couldn’t wait for her next string of adventures. But that’s a story for another time…

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This chain of events commenced when I went shopping to purchase a new leather skirt or slacks. I wanted them so I could highlight my ass for my man – and the male and female guests we entertain for our mutual sexual pleasure.

Thirty minutes after I arrived home from my shopping I am feeling good after a shower as I try on my skin tight leather slacks to show my man. Fresh make up, killer heels and a white silk blouse – the silk does feel good on my naked nipples.

“Do you like my new slacks baby?,” I smile as I pose with my legs apart.

“Fucking sensational baby, I can’t wait to slide them off you.”

“How about topless in the slacks, do you like that baby?,” I tease as I shrug off my blouse.

“Fucking sensational baby, look at your nipples, you know how to turn me on.”

“Does my ass look big in them baby?,” I tease as I turn my back to him and pose with legs apart. My ass is totally naked poking out of my backless slacks.

“Absolutely fucking sensational baby, you know how to turn me on, really turn me on. Love your ass, love it,” he moans as he licks and kisses my ass cheeks.

“Do you want to fuck me, lick me, or a blow job,” I tease as he slides my slacks down to my ankles, and grabs my ass cheeks as I brace my hands against the wall.

“Fuck you baby, while I have your glorious big ass cheeks in my hands. Fuck you hard and fast baby. Your ass is such a turn on for me,” he moans as he rams his nine inch erection me.

“Tell me where you purchased those slacks and what happened when you tried them on?,” Roger asks in the afterglow.

“That shop that sells those very sexy clothes and costumes. My intention was to buy a very short leather skirt that didn’t close properly to leave my naked ass exposed for you. I made a point of asking for a male shop assistant to help me try it on. Henry was a spunky man in his early twenties, perhaps bi-sex.

“He told me company policy insisted a female be present for fittings such as these. Fine by me I told him. Janet was also early twenties, attractive, and a bi-sex, lipstick lesbian I guessed. They both appealed to me sexually, even though they were half my age.

“I had planned this moment to tease myself and hopefully the shop assistant, you know what I am like baby. I was wearing a skirt, blouse and a skimpy g-string with my heels. Janet handed me a leather skirt to try on. ‘My hands are full Henry, will you take my skirt off for me,’ I asked as I watched the reaction of both of them in the dressing room mirrors on all the walls.

“You know how I love flaunting my naked body. Not quite naked at that moment but my almost naked ass in my tiny g-string was the center of attention at that moment as they both ogled it.

“Janet was very helpful as she fitted the skirt for me as Henry watched on with an obvious erection showing under his trousers. Janet asked me is this was the look I wanted. Is it for your man? Yes, I told her and perhaps some other men and women, we entertain on a regular basis.

“You are a class act Sarah, I have something more subtle for you,” Janet told me as she handed me the slacks I wore for you. She told Henry to take off the leather skirt for me. His hands were shaking as I helped him take the skirt off. Let me help you I told him as I took his hand and brushed it across my ass.

“Janet helped me on with the slacks.

“What do you think Henry?”

“Let me try them without my g-string, better still completely naked?” I teased as I had both of them hooked. You know I love to flaunt my naked body for both sexes at the same time

“Would you two like to be our guests this Saturday? You can see what my slacks look like on me at home. You can also watch my man’s reaction.”

After the purchase Janet took me to the coffee bar in the shop. She asked lots of questions. “Are you serious about Saturday? Are you and your man bisexual? How big is he? How many times in a session can he get it up?”

Then it was my turn to ask questions. “Are you and Henry a couple? Are you and your man bisexual? How big is he? How many times in a session can he get it up?Your tits are bigger than mine, what size? Would you like to have sex with both of us? No fucking, just oral sex, outer sex.”

“I thought my man was big, seven and half inches. I would love to have your man’s nine-inches, so would Henry. Did I tell you he can get it up four or five times in a session? Can’t wait for Saturday Sarah, she whispered as we tongue kissed before I departed. “And I would love you to pleasure my thirty-four D tits.”

“And I almost forgot to tell you, I love being licked and teased, and I am multi-orgasmic.” I added as we kissed again.

“This very exciting for us baby, a male and a female half our age, for our mutual pleasure,” I tell my man Roger at seven-thirty as we prepare for them.

They arrive right on time. We have set up two carver chairs in front of our full length wall mirror.

I am wearing my new leather slacks to please our guests. I am excited at the thought of flaunting my naked ass for them. I want them to worship it as foreplay while my man watches. I am wearing my killer heels, the slacks and a silk blouse long enough to cover my naked ass.

“Love the leather slacks we sold you Sarah,” they both smile as Roger and I look them over.

Janet is wearing a long, below the knee light-weight coat and asks Roger to hang it up for her. “One of the benefits of working where we do is the costumes we can hire. Do you like the Saint Trinian’s look?”

Roger obviously does as he ogles her very short skirt, the front of it barely covers her obviously naked cunt lips, The back is even shorter and ends halfway up her exposed, naked ass cheeks. Her nipples are obvious, poking into her skimpy, white cotton shirt.

Her man Henry is wearing leather trousers and a leather jacket – the macho look.

Lots of sexual tension as I decide to take the initiative. “How do my slacks look on me when I am topless?,” I tease as Roger slowly undoes the buttons on my blouse and opens it to expose my erect nipples.

“You are turning three people on baby, me especially,” he whispers as he licks my erect nipples as I watch the rapt reaction from Janet and Henry. I do love receiving sexual pleasure with others watching and turning them on.

I am enjoying being the center of attention as Roger turns me around and momentarily lifts my blouse above my ass cheeks, licks and kisses both of them, then turns me around again so I am facing our guests.

“Our guests want to see you completely topless in your new slacks baby, so do I,” he tells me as he removes the blouse before he sucks on each very erect nipple.

“This is why Sarah purchased these slacks. She loves to flaunt and tease her glorious, big ass for our guests. And it looks sensational in those slacks.” Roger tells them as I circle around them with my hands on hips.

“Face the wall and lean on it with your hands, legs apart baby. Do you want Janet and Henry to worship your ass like I am?”

“Yes, you know I do. Both of them at the same time,” I answer. I can feel their excitement as a male and female half my age are licking and kissing my ass cheeks simultaneously. And I do like my man watching and enjoying. Wonderful foreplay for all of us.

“Would you like that as well Janet?,” Roger asks as he places her hands on the wall and lifts her skirt. I am not sure if I am jealous, envious or turned as Henry and I watch him licking and kissing her lovely, well formed ass.

Henry makes me feel better as he licks and kisses my ass. “I could lick and kiss your glorious ass all day Sarah, a real woman’s ass, especially while I watch your man doing the same to my lady,” he whispers as puts my hand on his trousers. “I have had that erection ever since I first saw your naked ass.”

“Show it to me then Henry.”

He is wearing just a skimpy, crotch-less leather g-string. His thick cock is impressive on his slender body. And I do like his gorgeous, taut ass. I am going to enjoy showing him my blow job skills.

Roger is undressing Janet. Skirt and cotton top, leaving her in just a very sexy cup-less bra with lots of intricate straps.

“You are our guests tonight, we want to pleasure both of you and be pleasured by both of you,” Roger tells them as he sits them side-by-side in the chairs.

“We love edging our guests,” I tell both of them as I stand behind Henry and tease his nipples. Roger is standing behind Janet and teasing her already erect nipples.

I am pleased at the size of Henry’s already erect, thick cock. Seven and half inches just as Janet said, as I kneel between his legs and lick, suck, then nibble his nipples. Roger is doing exactly the same to Janet as they watch each each other in the mirror.

I love the vibe and tension when two couples are having sex in close proximity. Right now that vibe and tension is extra special as my man and I are swapping partners.

“Have you ever had a blow job from a woman my age while you ogled her big ass in the mirror behind her,” I tease as I take his rock hard cock between my lips.

“Am I good Henry? Do you like looking at my ass in the mirror while I sucking your cock,” I ask rhetorically, after a few minutes, enjoying the power I have over him as he is breathing very heavily. I decide to edge him by lightly running a finger tip along his rock hard erection, as I lick and suck just the tip of it.

“Am I good Henry? You haven’t told me,” I tease, Before he can answer he has hit the back of my throat.

“Our turn to sit in the chairs while you pleasure us,” I smile as Roger and I sit with our arms resting on the arms of the chairs with our legs apart a little later.

“Who you do want honey?,” Janet asks Henry. I am hoping he will choose my man so Janet can lick me while I watch him blowing Roger.

Without saying a word Henry stands behind Roger and teases his nipples while Janet teases mine, just as we had done to them earlier. Henry has another erection as he licks and sucks Roger’s nipples. “I have never had a man as big as you Roger. You are magnificent,” Henry whispers with a tremor in his voice as he licks and sucks his balls, then licks and kisses the underside of the full length of his erection.

“Your man is huge Sarah, he has my man very excited,” Janet whispers as Roger stands and slides on the cock ring he had in his hand, then teases while we all watch as he slowly clips it under his balls. From experience I know when Roger wears that type of cock ring he really wants to enjoy the blow job on offer.

“Make him work for it baby. Your turn on is my turn on,” I mutter as I watch Henry slide my man’s very erect cock between his tightly pursed lips as Janet is sucking my rock hard nipples.

Then she is licking her way up the insides of my thighs. “I have wanted to fuck you with my tongue ever since you teased me with your naked body.”

“Me too, so have I,” I moan as her tongue finds the tip of my engorged clit.

Henry is teasing and edging my man as he licks his nipples while he strokes his erection with his fingertips.

“Your huge cock is magnificent, and so hard for me,” Henry whispers just before he recommences sucking it, while teasing Roger’s nipples at the same time.

“Put your legs over my shoulders Sarah,” Janet tells me as I readily comply. Then Janet is teasing my nipples with her fingertips as she has me close to orgasm. A huge extra turn on for me as I watch my man soaking up the sexual pleasure of his blow job from a man half his age.

Without saying a word Roger stands and motions for Henry to change places and sit in the chair. “Scratch my ass, two hands, harder,” Roger is moaning with his hands on Henry’s head as he feeds his raging erection between his tightly pursed lips in a fucking motion.

He is edging himself as he withdraws and strokes his erection. I love watching while I am being licked and pleasures. His thick, nine-inch erection encased in an evil looking cock ring clipped under his balls really is magnificent, I muse as I compare it with Henry’s seven-and-half inches.

I have had my cunt licked and pleasured by numerous males and females. Despite her young age, or perhaps because of it, Janet is very, very talented as she has me ready to orgasm in a very short time, while I watch her man blowing my man.

She has her two thumb tips near the top of my cunt lips and is manipulating them as she teases me with her tongue.

“You are very talented, your tongue is magic, fucking magic, so good,” I mutter, then moan as I orgasm again, hoping my man is watching.

“I want you to squirt for me Sarah, will you do that for me?,” she whispers after my third orgasm as she curls a finger into me while licking me. She really is good. Her finger is magic in sync with her tongue.

I am concentrating so I can coincide my squirt stream with a mind-blowing g-spot orgasm. I also want to coincide with my man’s orgasm. And I especially want Henry to watch me squirt.

“Harder, harder, hurt me, pleasure and pain, I love it,” my man is moaning as he glances at me being pleasured. Henry is raking his nails over Roger’s ass cheeks while he is sliding his erection between Henry’s tightly pursed lips in a fucking motion.

A magical sexual moment as my man and I are about to orgasm in sync. Another man has him on the edge. Another woman has me on the edge.

I am fighting to hold back a huge orgasm as I watch my man use the tips of his thumb and middle fingers of two hands to tease just the tip of his erection.

“So good, so fucking good,” he groans, his knees trembling as he gushes.

“Watch me Henry, watch what your lady is doing to me, this is for you,” I moan seconds later. I love an audience. My body is shaking as I have a tremendous orgasm and squirt.

“Too early to call it a night, what else can we do for our guests sexual pleasure baby?,” I ask my man as we are tongue kissing while standing. We are both completely naked, apart from my heels. We are both standing with our hands on hips. The only contact we have is our tongues and lips.

Then just as I hoped, Henry is on his knees, kissing and licking my ass cheeks. Even better my man is enjoying the three-way almost as much as me. He has another full on erection as he watches in the wall mirror as Henry worships my ass.

Two men are pleasuring me with their tongues and lips while another woman watches. I love it. Even better when my man teases a fingertip among my cunt lips.

Then he kneels and licks my cunt lips while another man is kissing my ass.

“Lets fuck while they watch,” my man whispers.

“Better still, I will give you a blow job while they watch. I want Henry to lick and kiss my ass while I am blowing you. Would you like that baby?,” I tease.

“You know I have fantasized about this for years baby, another man worshiping my ass while I blow you. Even better, a man half my age, while his lady watches,” I tell him as we organize ourselves.

“Enjoy baby, I really do want this,” I whisper as he slides his erection between my lips.

“You two are awesome, I love watching you sucking your man’s nine-inch erection while my man is kissing your ass. You are really turning me on,” Janet whispers. “I have been timing you, ten minutes and counting.

I can see her take Henry’s hand. “Watch Sarah blowing her man while I blow you like never before, honey.”

“So good baby, while I watch Janet blowing her man.”

“So good honey, while I watch Sarah blowing her man.”

Then just as I hoped the two men are masturbating for Janet and I.

“That was an awesome night Sarah,” Janet smiles as they depart. “Just you and I soon Sarah.”

“Yes, very soon Janet. We have unfinished business.”

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

As requested, here is the third part of the story, and although it isn’t as long as the others, you’ll have to make do, and thay includes you, Tricky, even if you do seem to be my most vocal supporter. I’m not goint to promise a fourth part, but we’ll see if any other ideas come my way.

Settling down with Mistress

As you might expect from a little girl, Claudette threw a tantrum at being uprooted when her ‘father’ took the job at the veterans’ hospital, but that was the only tantrum. Even at her age, she understood just important it was to her ‘dad’ that she became a nurse. We asked what she thought would make the transition easier, and we very were surprised when she said that having a sister might be nice. There were still a number of war orphans in institutions, so within a couple of months of us settling into our new home, Claudette got a little sister. Yvonne was eight, to Claudette’s ten, but unlike Claudette, Yvonne had no memories of her parents. Information on Yvonne was a little sketchy, too. Her father was a soldier killed during the German invasion, and her mother was killed in an accident of some kind. That was really all we knew when we adopted her. At the beginning, she was quiet and shy, but she slowly left her shell behind, and became a typical, loud child, devoted to her big sister. We worried, at first, that Claudette would be jealous of Yvonne, but that was a problem that never occurred. In fact she was as fiercely protective of her little sister as Mistress had been with me. Being orphans gave them at least as much in common as two blood sisters ever had with each other.

As you might expect from a horny, red-blooded young woman like yours truly, I found Mistress’ new uniform to be very sexy; (far more so than her old one, even if it was far less elegant), and many times I insisted on taking her to bed while she wore most of it, (minus her knickers of course!)

Right from the beginning of my servitude to Mistress, nine years earlier, I very rarely used foul language, even in bed, which was usually the only time that Mistress did. My first real attempt was a surprise for Mistress, on a day that she came home from work visibly distressed. Both of our daughters were at school, and would be out of the way for several hours. Even as Mistress walked in the door to the house, I could tell that she was upset. My first thought was that she’d lost a patient, but that had happened before, and hadn’t effected her like that. My second thought was the patient had been a child, because Mistress loved children, and the idea of her being upset at losing one made far more sense than the idea of her being upset at the death of an adult. I was going to need to soothe my Mistress, the way I always had in the past, when she was upset.

After she hung up her coat, I wrapped my arms around my Mistress, grabbed her buttocks and kissed her lips. I told her that I thought she should take a long soak in the tub, and I offered to make her a cup of coffee. I’d take it to her while she soaked. After Mistress went upstairs, I heard the bath running, and headed into the kitchen to prepare Mistress’ cup of coffee. After several minutes, I took Mistress her coffee, and sat on the edge of the bath and listened to her day as she drank the coffee. I discovered that Mistress had been present when a little girl of three had died there. As Mistress began to cry again, I reached down to cup her chin in my hands, and then leaned further down to kiss her. “When you get out of the bath, I’ll help dry your skin and hair Mistress. After that, take me into the bedroom and I’ll make you feel better.”

After a few minutes, Mistress finished her coffee and got out of the bath. As she stood in the bathroom, naked, and covered in water, I dried Mistress’ body. Whilst doing so, I couldn’t resist fondling Mistress’ magnificent body. She put on a dressing gown, grabbed me by my left hand, and asked “What are you going to do, in order to soothe me, my Princess?”
“What I always do Mistress; kiss your lovely red lips, suck your big firm tits, and finger your succulent, sweet cunt!”
Mistress’ eyes widened at my choice of words and asked, “And what are you going to do after that?”
“After that, Mistress, I’m going to grab the big brush handle, put you on your knees, and fuck you in your tight arse, while I continue to finger your cunt and squeeze your tits!” Mistress smiled for the first time that day, released my hand and dropped her dressing gown to the floor. “Why wait to go into the bedroom,” she asked, while leaning against one of the walls, and presenting her bum to me. “Everything you’ll need to mount me is beside the toilet bowl, Princess. The cunt’s here, Mistress; just come and shove your fingers up it as you know I need you to do!”
“I’m to be Mistress?”
“Yes Mistress; I need to be dominated today, like you did before. Just do me a favour, and swear at me a lot more this time!”

I closed the bathroom door I leaned back against it; admiring Mistress’ body. She was thirty three, yet didn’t look a day over twenty five. Her choice of words on her last birthday were, “I’m in my early thirties, yet I’ve got the tits of a woman ten years my junior!” She did, too; early thirties; two years older than me, and her impressive pair of baby-feeders was somewhat firmer than my not quite so impressive pair was!

Leaning against the door, I put my hands onto my hips and told Mistress to put on her uniform. I overruled her objections, in the way I thought that she would want. “I told you to put on the uniform, now, bitch!” Mistress immediately began to get dressed, as I ordered. “Good girl,” I said, as she began putting her clothes on.

After that, I simply watched Mistress dress, the way I had done, so many times in the past. Then, as she stood in the bathroom, fully dressed, I began to give my Mistress what I was so sure she wanted. I walked around her as she simply stood there. “Tasty,” I announced, as I grabbed Mistress’ hips, and turned her to face the empty wall. “Lean against it,” I ordered. Mistress duly obeyed, placing her hands onto the wall, and leaning her entire weight on them. I walked to Mistress’, right side and grabbed her right arm. I gently applied pressure to her arm, and bent it so that she was resting her weight on her entire forearm. Then I did the same with her left arm. In her submissive position, I opened her blouse and eased her breasts out of the bra cups that constrained them. “Nice tits, nursie,” I announced, as I fondled them, feeling Mistress’ nipples harden under my touch. After which I pulled down Mistress’ knickers and demanded that she step out of them.

I knelt down behind my submissive little nurse and lifted her skirt up, revealing her bottom. It was a lovely sight, too! Blowing gently onto Mistress’ bumhole, I commanded her to, “Wiggle your arse for me, nursie.” Watching Mistress wiggle her bum, I asked, “Is this how a nurse gets promoted where you work? Do you do this for the doctors?”
“No Mistress. Of course not, Mistress.”
“Don’t the single doctors like getting your knickers off; putting you on an empty bed, with your arse in the air, and take turns fucking you like the dirty little bitch that all nurses are?”
“The only person I drop my knickers and bend over for is you, Mistress!”
“Me?”
“Yes Mistress; I swear!”
“Good girl,” I whispered, “I should be the only one!”

I stood up and walked to where Mistress had stashed our toys. There, I found the two small toys, the large toy, a tub of Vaseline and a pair of nylons. I picked up one of the nylons and returned to kneeling behind Mistress. “Put your hands behind your back,” I ordered in what I thought was a firm tone of voice.
“But…” she began to protest.
“Now!” I interrupted.
“What am I going to support myself on, Mistress?” my pretty little nurse asked.
“Those fine big tits of your should do as cushions; you’re not fat, and they’re big enough,” I said, as I placed a hand between Mistress’ shoulder blades, and began to press the upper part of her body towards the wall. As Mistress’ breasts squashed up against the wall, she placed her hands behind her back, as I commanded, and I again told her that she was a good girl. I fastened the nylon around her wrists and tied it quite tightly. I then pulled the back of her skirt up and told her to keep hold of it. I wished I had a camera, at that moment, because the image was so erotic.

“Alright, nursie, open your legs and shove out your arse,” was my next demand. Mistress obeyed immediately; giving me what I wanted. Following that, I sat down and poked my head between Mistress’ thighs, from the back, to get at her sweet sex, and the taste I was so fond of. Mistress juices were flowing quite freely, and I lapped them up as quickly as I could. Mistress had taught me the art of what she called, “Finger assisted cunt eating,” and she had taught me very well. I worked on Mistress with both hands and my tongue, and stimulated her to orgasm.

Following on from that, I pulled Mistress away from the wall, turned her round and placed my hands on her shoulders. “On your knees, little nurse, it’s your turn to perform.” I pulled my skirt up and yanked my knickers down. “Eat my cunt, nurse, and eat it well!” Mistress shuffled closer, on her knees, and began to lick my sex. She could do little else with her hands behind her back, but she was always good with her tongue.

With her hair wrapped around my hands, Mistress couldn’t move away without tearing her own hair out, so she could do little but perform on me the way I expected. Standing there with my eyes closed, feeling Mistress’ tongue circling my sensitive clitoris, and feeling my orgasm building, I was never in any doubt how I felt about my Mistress; I loved her so much. There was also the thought that she must feel the same way about me, otherwise she wouldn’t have been doing what she was. After my own orgasm washed over me, I released Mistress’ hair, and pulled her to the standing position. After I manoeuvred Mistress back to her old position by the wall, pulled her hips out, and pressed her back up against it, returning the back of Mistress’ skirt into her hands. Reaching for the tub of Vaseline, I massaged a large quantity of it into Mistress’ lovely plump bum. She knew what was coming, or so she thought. I was giving her one idea, while intending to do something else. Beginning with just one, I began to feed my fingers into Mistress’ tight bumhole, and listened to the sounds of pleasure she made as I did so. I managed to get three of them in there, as deep as my last set of knuckles, and I’d never previously achieved more than two fingers knuckle deep. I’m sure that Mistress would forgive me for saying that she was doing a good vocal impression of a porn actress on the receiving end of a big cock, as my fingers thrust in and out of her rectum.

I knew that Mistress was close to orgasm, so I fed three further fingers into her sopping wet sex, and waited. The orgasm did not take long, and was very loud; I don’t think I’d ever heard Mistress squeal quite so loudly before, nor had I felt her body shake so much. Mistress’ legs gave way under her, and if I hadn’t caught her, she may well have collapsed onto the floor and been hurt. I had to catch her, because with her hands tied behind her back, she wouldn’t have been able to stop her fall. I lowered Mistress to the floor, and allowed her to recover from her orgasm, as I looked at her beautiful body, and fondled her rock hard breasts.

After her breathing returned to normal, I grabbed my Mistress by the waistband of her skirt and told to stand up. I opened the bathroom door and stood behind Mistress. I replaced the back of her skirt into her hands, and after picking up the largest of our toys, deliberately ran my right hand around her crotch, inserted my index finger into her sex and said, “Right then, dirty little nurse. That’s the foreplay over with, so it’s time for the main event! I’m going to take you into the bedroom and fuck your juicy little cunt until you can’t see straight. Now, walk, you dirty little cunt!”

Mistress walked to the bedroom and stood beside the bed. I gently pushed her face down onto the bed and rolled her over onto her back. Putting my half of the big toy where I wanted it, I settled down between Mistress’ thighs, and inserted her half of the big toy. Gently squeezing her big breasts and intermittently kissing her lips, I vigorously made love to my Mistress, listening to the soft moans she made.

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Mistress had her strange tastes when it came to sex; the strangest of which was her fascination in watching me wet my knickers. The very first time that Mistress asked me to do that, I had to be convinced to grant her the wish. Upon her request, I climbed into our bath, and while not knowing what Mistress had in mind, I trusted her. Mistress tied my legs at ankles and knees, so that I couldn’t get up. My arms were fastened behind my back, and then Mistress opened my blouse and popped my breasts out of my bra cups. Then, as she sat on the side of the bath, squeezing my bare breasts, Mistress supplied me with plenty of white wine, knowing that when I drink any kind of wine, it goes through me quite quickly, and in quantity. I pee quite a bit after I drink wine, and Mistress took advantage of that fact to get what she wanted. I first realised what Mistress had in mind when I really needed to pee, and Mistress wouldn’t untie me, to let me get out of the bath.

She told me what she wanted me to do, and I didn’t want to do it. After all, I was almost thirty years old, and women my age do not wet their knickers. I had no alternative, of course; in the long run I was going to have to obey Mistress, or my bladder would burst. Smart woman that she was, Mistress knew all of this, and she cheated; she began to tickle me, knowing what happened when I laughed with a full bladder. “Come on Princess, let the piss out,” Mistress encourage me. After a few seconds, the first trickle exited my bladder and began to soak into the material of my knickers. After another couple of trickles, Mistress noticed the expanding damp patch on my skirt and began to tickle more vigorously. I knew I couldn’t resist Mistress’ attentions much longer, and allowed my bladder to empty itself into my knickers, and soak into them, and into my skirt. It felt particularly humiliating to be lying in a puddle of my own pee, yet it was also surprisingly erotic for a reason I couldn’t explain, even to myself. Mistress placed a hand straight up my wet skirt and into my knickers, despite the fact that both were soaked in my pee. After the hour or more Mistress spent playing with my nipples, they were erect and aching, and my sex was definitely wet, and easily able to accommodate three of Mistress’ fingers. Mistress eased her fingers up, and alternated attentions between my nipples. After my first orgasm, Mistress told me the reason behind what we had done. “That was what I wanted to do to you in your cell, the day we met, but we both know how impossible it was, back then. I wanted to yank down your piss soaked knickers and finger your gash then, but I had to hide my lust for your body, and hope I could get at it later. You’re such a good sport, giving me what I wanted. Now then Princess, a clean skirt and knickers, and more wine for you.”
“Yes, Mistress, although obviously you’ll have to change me.”
“Obviously,” Mistress laughed.

That night in the bath, I wet a total of four pairs of knickers and four skirts. After I wet the last set, Mistress climbed into the bath with me, and she peed on my blouse, to ‘add to the effect.’ Mistress had been holding it in for quite a while, and released a considerable quantity of pee on me. When it was all over, Mistress made love to me on the bathroom floor, and I didn’t even object to still wearing my soaked blouse and the last pair of knickers and skirt, also soaked, while Mistress rode me on the floor after she spanked me and told me how naughty a girl I had been.

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My main trouble was that as I observed my adopted children grow and mature, the more I wanted to have one of my own, and to feel that child growing inside me. Of course, that simply wasn’t possible in my current social situation, so I was going to have to convince Mistress to allow me to have what I wanted, which she often did when I asked at the right time. The question of course, is, ‘what is the right time to ask my Mistress if she’ll give me her permission to commit adultery, especially with a man?’ How did I ask her for permission to let that man make me pregnant, and, of course who, out of the men I knew, would I ask to father that child?

It took several weeks before I encountered the set of circumstances I thought would be suitable. On a night when I had been particularly submissive to Mistress, with my wrists still tied to the headboard of our bed, and we lay on the top of the bed, sated by our lovemaking, I dropped the bombshell! The funny thing, in hindsight, was that Mistress didn’t seem surprised in the slightest by my request to be permitted a baby.

She reached a hand between my legs, rubbed the natural lubrication around my sex, and asked, “You want to let a man put his cock in here Princess?”
“Not really Mistress,” I replied, “but I want a baby, so I suppose I’ll have to let some man do that to me. I would rather not, but there is no other way.”
“I suppose I’ve been expecting this question for a while now. I was beginning to worry that I didn’t know you as well as I thought I did. Even while I was scheming to get into your knickers before the heat of your body had dried them, I wondered if you’d have this instinct in you. If I hadn’t gotten into your knickers more than ten years ago, I suspect that you’d have ended up married a long time ago, and had your husband’s babies long before now. I didn’t expect that I’d be able to keep you for very long; probably no later than the end of the war, even though at the time, I figured that we were going to win it.

I loved you on first sight, despite the situation, never mind the mess you were in, and up until then, I never dreamed it possible that I could. When you arrived at my workplace, I knew instinctively that you were the woman for me, and therefore I knew that I had to save you, in order to have you for my own. The fact that you saved me, three years later, told me that you felt the same way. I never deserved you; I always knew that, but at the time we first…” Mistress’ voice just faded away at that point.
“Never deserved me, Mistress?” I asked, in a puzzled voice, because I didn’t understand what she meant. Mistress had always been kind to me, for as long as we’d been together. She had treated me no differently to the way my father had treated my mother; providing everything for me, giving me presents, paying me considerable attention, and giving me sexual pleasure. That was why I loved her, and intended to stay with her until death separated us.
“No, never! Despite the fact that I never raised a hand to you, what I did to you at the beginning of our relationship was little better than what my men wanted to do to you in your cell. You didn’t offer me your virginity because you wanted me to take it from you. I took it from you by means of blackmail, after scaring you out of your wits, because you knew the alternative to giving me what I asked for. You gave me all of what I wanted, out of fear of what would happen to you if you didn’t. It was the best thing you could do, for yourself. Instinctively, I knew that what I was doing was as much for your benefit as for mine, perhaps more; you almost certainly wouldn’t have survived the alternative, but that thought didn’t ease my conscience as much as I had hoped it would.

Even as you fell asleep in my bed, that very first night, despite knowing what I had saved you from, I felt guilty for what I had done to you; guilty for what I had to do, to get what I wanted. Many years ago you asked me if I’d have done any different if the situations were reversed. If we’d been in London, and you were the one in the uniform, the answer is ‘no,’ I would not have done anything that you didn’t.

I’ve had a guilty conscience for more than a decade, which was only compounded when you saved my arse in Paris, so willingly, despite what I had done to you. I expected that you’d have made me work for it, but you didn’t. I might have felt better about those first six months of freedom if I’d had to earn that freedom, somehow; perhaps if you’d made me beg for it! My salvation was too easy, considering the amount of evil things I’d done; the amount of people that I’d hurt. I guess I can finally make it up to you now, my Princess, regardless of how I feel about your idea.

I won’t like the idea of you bedding a man, but if you’ll follow my guidelines, the child that you’d like so much, can easily be yours. I will insist on you not fucking its father in our bed, and will also insist on approving your choice of father, but aside from that, do what you will. Be discrete and don’t rub my nose in it. Oh, and one finally guideline; if you get a dose of the pox I will be very unhappy with you!”
“Now all I have to do is pick a man, and find the courage to ask for what I want. Then I have to hope that he’ll accept.”
“That’s not likely to be a problem,” Mistress laughed and pushed a finger beyond the entrance to my sex. “You’re young and pretty, and you have nice tits. Offer yourself to a young, single man, and you shouldn’t have much trouble getting his cock right where you want it putting.”
“Where to find a suitable man?” I mused outloud.
“I can think of at least one teenage boy who’ll have you anytime you offer him this fabulous body! He’s had a crush on you for years, and he turned eighteen a few months ago. Would you accept him as father to your baby?”

There was one local boy who I had watched grow towards manhood, and he’d never been able to hide his crush on me. I hadn’t realised that he’d reached adulthood. His name was Gerard and I figured he would do fine as father material, and due to his crush on me, would give me what I wanted, assuming I could find the courage to ask him for it. He was a good choice for many reasons; included amongst them were his innocence; he should still be a virgin and therefore couldn’t pox me. Being the shy sort, even if he boasted to all and sundry about the fact that he’d given one of the local lesbians a bun in the oven and claimed that the child growing in my belly was his, it was unlikely that anyone would believe him.

“Yes Mistress,” I replied. “He’ll do just fine, if you think he’ll be willing.”
“If you have to question that, then perhaps you don’t know as much as you think you do. He thinks that you’re the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and judging by the bulge in his trousers when he thought you weren’t looking, he wants to fuck you. He’s a man after all; offer him a fuck, and he’ll be in a rush to get your knickers off the moment you take him somewhere private! Remember, anywhere you like; on your back on the living room floor, on your knees over the arm of the chair, on your belly over the kitchen table, but not on our bed. ”
“Maybe so, Mistress, but I don’t know how to please a man in the way I know how to please you.”
“It’s far easier with a man, Princess, than it ever was with me. You don’t have to do anything to please him. Just lie there and think of your belly being full, and he’ll do the rest.” I know that it sounds silly to you, now, but I had little idea of the concept of lovemaking with men. Despite being more than thirty years old, I’d never even seen a naked man in the flesh, before. I’d seen pictures, of course, and read more than a few dirty books, but all of what I knew came from those books. “Mistress?”
“Yes, Princess?”
“Will you untie my hands now, please?”
“No, Princess; I’m not quite finished with you yet! Due to the conversation turning me on, I’m going to have ride you again.”

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The cute teenage boy with a considerable crush on me, agreed to plant a bun in my oven, and as Mistress predicted, could barely wait to get my knickers off, the first time we had sex. All I had to do was lie down on our couch, with my bum on the arm, and my legs sticking over, and let my borrowed man do all the work. The experience was initially pretty poor, because my borrowed man had little idea of what to do to satisfy a woman, although I decided that I would be able to teach him a little. I’d been wondering for many weeks how it would feel to have my borrowed man pumping my belly full of his semen. The books had given me a description of the experience, but the reality felt so much better! I agreed with Mistress that I would give myself to him once a day, for the week before my period, stopping when my period started, or when it was supposed to start. Mistress wished me luck in becoming pregnant very quickly, because she didn’t like sharing me with anyone. As it was, we had sex far more often than once a day; I think the record was five times; on the agreed days, and I never told Mistress about my disobedience. She’d have understood, though, or at least I would like to think that after she spanked me, she would have been able to forgive me. The one thing I didn’t do, though, was take him into our bedroom, although I would have liked to have let him make love to me on our bed. That was one of Mistress’ guidelines that I couldn’t violate. My main trouble with my pregnancy plan was that unlike Mistress, I enjoyed having sex with my borrowed man; I found the experience to be pleasurable; especially that sensation unique to having sex with a man, and a sensation that Mistress could never give me. I wondered how I might replicate that warm sensation at will.

As it was, it took three months for me to conceive, and I now have a flesh and blood son, to carry on Mistress’ assumed family name. My own had already been assured with the births of my three nephews, so I wasn’t overly concerned with giving my son my own name. I was quite willing to give Mistress’ fictional family name to my son.

Who am I going to borrow to give me my second child? And how am I going to convince Mistress to allow me that child?

When I realised I was pregnant, I was over the moon, and Mistress’ attitude seemed to change almost immediately. I’d realised that she wasn’t happy with my situation, but once she recognised the fact that I had a bun in the oven, her attitude seemed to change. The realisation hit us both on the same morning, when I was puking my guts up for the third morning in a row. As I knelt down in front of the toilet bowl, my insides heaving, Mistress knelt behind me and put her arms around my waist. “I guess that congratulations are in order, Princess. We both know what this situation means, don’t we?”
“Yes Mistress; it means that I don’t need to be unfaithful any more.”
Mistress chuckled. “That wasn’t quite what I meant, but there is that, too. What I meant was that in nine months you’re going to be attending a little person, twenty four hours a day. You’ll be up at all hours of the night when it cries, needing feeding, changing shitty nappies whenever necessary, and generally not getting much sleep. The funny thing is that I feel jealous of you for that, and I don’t understand why! I should be telling you that you have my sympathy.”
“You know how it is Mistress, you’re a woman, and you should have maternal instincts like mine.”
“I didn’t imagine I ever would, though. I’ve never had any reason to want children, but now that I see you showing all the symptoms of having one up the spout, I’m having second thoughts. Of course, I’m working, so I won’t have the opportunity.”

Over the following few months, as I watched my belly distend, and watched more and more of my wardrobe become unwearable, I began to feel bloated and undesirable. Of course, Mistress encouraged me to think otherwise, by her attitude towards my pregnant body. As big and fat as I felt, Mistress paid me many compliments on my beauty and the way my breasts were growing. Mistress also encouraged me to consider using my baby-feeders for the intended purpose, and I decided that I would. I liked the idea of my baby drawing his or her food from inside my own body.

Up until the third trimester, Mistress and I made love every day, and even after that, Mistress continued to give me pleasure with her skilled tongue, all the way until I went into labour. I had no idea of how unpleasant childbirth could be. Still, when I was lying in my hospital bed, with my son in my arms and one of my breasts in his mouth as he suckled from it, I was happier than I’d ever been. I had no real idea of how much trouble child-rearing was, but I was soon to learn just how many problems I was going to encounter. I spent a week in maternity, and Mistress got a temporary transfer so that she could spend time with me whenever things were quiet.

Still, a year on from that point, I’m a contented mother, with a child, and a partner, and my life is as full as I could ever hope. Mistress and I named the child after his father, to thank him, for the unacknowledged part he played in the boy’s conception, although we probably shouldn’t have. Mistress was every bit the proud father, despite the obvious fact that the child wasn’t hers. From being pissed-off that I wanted a child by a man, her attitude changed so much, so fast, that I began to think that she’d have no problem in my wanting another child.

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Mike, Liz, and Linds enjoy a night of fun with his transexual friend

When I got home I jumped in the shower and put on a large tee shirt and leisure pants. Liz and Lindsey had dinner on the table and the children in bed.

We sat on the sofa as we talked about the day. Liz told us about the troublesome customers she had at the store. Linds told us about events around the house. Then I told them about the training and the events after. I described Crystal and our sexual activities in the motel. By the time I finished both Liz and Linds were obviously excited. They had their hands on me as I kissed each of them in turn. Liz rubbed my nipples through my shirt as Linds opened my pants and fished out my semi-hard cock.

Liz shed her shorts and crop top and straddled my chest as Linds took off her robe and used her tongue and mouth to bring me to total hardness. I used my tongue and lips to paint my wife’s pussy with my saliva before pushing my nose between the folds of her outer lips. Linds sat on my cock and opened Liz’s butt cheeks. She ran her tongue through Liz’s valley as she ground herself on my face. Their groans filled the room as each of my lovers drove themselves to orgasm. Liz gushed her release all over my face as Linds punched her lips and ground her pelvis down. Her juices flooding out on my thighs, balls, and cock.

Both ladies sat down on the loveseat and rested from our first round as I sat on the sofa and slowly stroked my still hard cock. As we rested Liz and Linds asked questions about my experience with Crystal. How I sucked her cock and she reciprocated. How she surprised me by shoving her tool into me before I knew what she had to offer. In very little time the girls were pawing each other. Liz sucked Lind’s milk filled breasts while Linds pumped a toy in and out of Liz’s pussy.

They stopped only long enough to move to the floor and start sixty-nining each other. I nearly shot my load over the scene. I dropped to the floor as well and alternated between my wife and sister. My cock in each ass in turn. The volume of the moans and sighs told me they were nearing another release as I pumped in and out of Liz. When my cock entered Lind’s rectum Linds groaned and pushed her pussy into Liz’s face. She shook as her body orgasmed again. I quickly pulled out and filled my wife’s ass with my seed.

When we regained our composure I asked both of them if they would like to meet Crystal. They were more than willing to meet the beautiful transexual. I took my phone and left a message on Crystal’s phone.

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We had my mother take the kids the Saturday night we arranged to meet Crystal. We were all nervous and excited. We all agreed to refrain from sex for three days before the meeting.

I met Crystal at the door. She was wearing a long coat that ran from her shoulders down to her ankles. Her feet were encased in leather ankle strap pumps that shone as she entered the house. I followed her bouncing bottom as she walked into the living room. Introductions were completed, l offered everyone a drink. By the time I returned Liz and Linds were sitting either side or Chrys as she sat on the sofa.

They laughed and traded stories of the men and women they slept with; including me. A couple of drinks later and the three ladies on the sofa were making out like sex-crazed teenagers. My cock was hard and wet watching the three of them. All their bodies tangled in lusty emotion. Liz and Linds each had a nipple in their mouths while Chrys played with their breasts and moaned softly. I moved over and dropped to my knees and moved Chrys’s thong to one side and licked her hard cock. I filled my mouth with her tool as the two ladies arranged themselves so Chrys could get her hands in their pussys while they sucked and kissed each other.

I got up and let Chrys pick who she was to take first. Chrys took Linds by the hand and lay her on the floor. She knelt between my sister’s legs and entered her. They kissed each other with passionate abandon as Liz and I watched Chrys’s ass rise and fall. When Linds wrapped her legs around the transsexual deep in her pussy I lay my wife next to them and did the same.

It was a good thing the children were not home. Our sounds of lust and joy-filled the house. Chrys rolled my sister to her knees and rammed back inside her. I did the same with my wife. The two ladies kissed each other excitedly as we rammed into both of them.

I leaned over and said, “She likes it in the ass too.”

Chrys worked her thumb in Linds bottom while thrusting in and out. The added sensations caused her to push back and moan louder.

I followed suit with Liz and her responses matched Linds’s. When both ladies orgasmed we took our cocks out. Chrys and I traded places and fed our cocks into the ladies’ asses. We all grunted as we slammed our bodies together. Chrys and I came at almost together flooding our respective ladies with the seed of our joy.

Chrys and I cuddled and lightly kissed while Linds and Liz cleaned each of our cocks. I lay on the floor as Chrys moved over me. My heels on her shoulders, she placed her cock in my butt and rammed it home. I roared as she screwed her cock inside my body.

Liz and Linds each sat on my hands pinning them to the floor as the floor turns sucking and nipping Chrys and my bodies. Chrys kept up her pace as I shook and rocked on her cock. my sister sat on my face as Liz aimed my cock in her body. The rhythm of Chrys thrusts fucked all of us in turn. I came in my sexy wife while my sister and wife came all over me. Chrys shoot her juices in my ass as we lay down on the floor again using each other for pillows.

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A couple of hours later we woke up and paired off in separate rooms. Liz and Chrys took our room while my sister and I took hers. Liz screams of joy echoed our lust as I bred my sister again. When my cock was in Lind’s mouth I could hear the loud noises I knew was Liz giving Chrys head. As my cock filled Lind’s pussy I heard Liz and Chrys groan in unison as the beautiful transexual thrust in my wife. As I emptied my joy inside Linds and we both released, the sounds of mutual joy of the couple in the next room told me the same was happening there.

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We all had Sunday off so we slept in. I got out of bed and entered the bathroom to relieve myself. Chrys was already on the toilet and she was slowly stroking her cock.”You need some help?” I asked.

She nodded her head and I dropped to my knees. The sharp smell of bodily fluids in the toilet counter-pointed the taste of Liz mixed with Chrys sticky residue. The sensations were intoxicating. I sucked the cock of the lady in front of me. I heard and felt Chrys’s cock tapped at the back of my throat as she rocked on the porcelain seat. My cock was dripping clear juice on the floor, as I swallowed the transexual’s joy.

I stood back and let my partner finish cleaning up then I used the facilities. Chrys and I french kissed before she turned around and offered her ass to me. I grabbed her hips and rammed inside. She arched her back and shoved her button my cock. I hammered into her with reckless joy as we worked to make each other happy. Chrys groaned in joy as I shot my load home.

We walked out of the room arm in arm on our way to the kitchen. We began breakfast as we listened to the others rousting out of bed.

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“The Girls Next Door”

By Blueheatt

___I’m Ted, Millie, is my mom, Vicky, Brenda and Mindy are all young cross dressers. Vicky and Brenda have cocks, Mindy has a pussy.

I’ll tell the story but each person has their own point of view (pov) I’ll let them all tell that in their own words.
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__There were strange things going on with the two young teen girls next door. I’m Ted and they sure got my attention. My mom, Millie, thought they looked real pretty but the one dressed slutty and acted real sexy around her. She like them both but the one, Vicky seemed like she was trying to get mom sexually aroused.

She figured Vicky might be in the experimenting stage that girls sometimes go through. Mom kind of enjoyed the attention. She said young teen girls at that age were into fads and showing off their new hot bodies and this was just probably a passing trend.

Mom and I were close and she told me privately that Vicky was indeed starting to arouse her. Vicky knew the right things to say and the way she put her arm around mom was giving mom warm spells. She said she was enjoying it more and more.

I kidded mom by saying…’Mom are you into young teen girls?’….She blushed and said…’Well…. this Vicky is different. There is something about her that I can’t really describe. She has a way about her that….well… sure is making me horny.’

I said I’d help her out because I’d like nothing better that to get Vicky in my bed. Mom said the way she acts, you should have no trouble at all.

Mom was a good looking redhead with a hot body. I don’t think mom had ever been approach by a female that had the hots for her before and she was very unsure how to handle it. I told her young teen girls today are way different than when you were a teen. They get into everything. Girl on girl, threesomes, foursomes, you name it and girls today don’t hold back.

Mom stared into space and said she wished she’d had that kind of freedom when she was a teen. Mom had a sexy body and great tits, but she dressed plain and I had seen her naked a few times and wished she wasn’t my mom, and I fantasized about having my face in that red/orange bush of hers.

I was planning on how to fuck Vicky and mom was actually helping me.

Mom’s upstairs bedroom window was right across from Vicky and Mindy’s bedroom window. One evening mom came and got me all excited. “Come and look Ted.” We went in mom’s bedroom with the light out. Vicky and Min had their blinds open and mom said: “Look what their doing”…..

Vicky and Min had on sexy looking nighties on and were dancing together. Not just regular dancing, but sexy rubbing together dancing. They were feeling each others butts and tits. Mom’s eyes were wide open as she’d never seen such a thing before. I said “Mom, their playing Lesbo’s, you know girl on girl sex.” Mom was getting all aroused watching them. She said: “I’ve never seen girl on girl sex before, it this all they do?” I said to just keep watching and we’ll find out….then mom held my arm…she said: “Is this as exciting to you as it is me?” I said: “Oh hell yes, those girls have young sexy bodies and I’d love to get that Vicky in my bed. Mom squeezed my arm and giggled. I had on short pants and she glanced at my bulging hardon.

I had never seen my mom sexually aroused before and she began breathing hard and her hands went up and down my arm. I don’t think she realized she was doing it. She had on her robe and leaning over I could see her complete nice tits. I had three girls now making my cock bulge.

Vicky and Min looked at each other, smiled and kissed. Mom said: “Oh my god, their kissing!”….
“Yes mom, and don’t be surprised if they do more than that.” I said.

We watched them start feeling each others tits and feel their butts. They slowly laid on the bed and all you could see was Vicky’s naked ass going up and down on Min. Mom ask how they could have sex with neither one having a penis. I said probably by rubbing their clits together….or maybe using a strap on cock.

Mom was very naive and had been sheltered as a young girl. She didn’t have to work so she was not exposed to today’s modern world of young people. She didn’t even know how to turn on a computer.

I explained in detail all about girl sex to her. I said: “You’ve rubbed your clit before haven’t you?” Mom turned and put her face in my shoulder and said: “no,…. my mom told me bad things would happen to me if I ever played with my vagina.”

Mom was pushing her pussy against my leg. I said: “Oh mom, your missing out on some good feelings.” She said she was finding that out now. She admitted that Vicky had put her leg up against mom’s pussy and pushed and rubbed up and down on it, and it felt wonderfully exciting.

So it now came out that mom and never fingered her own pussy. My mind was going crazy with my desire now to be the first one to finger my mom’s pussy.

Our resistance was nowhere to be found as she and I started rubbing my leg on her pussy. Her hands were shaking a little as we slowly moved her pussy around to my front. My hardon now rested between her legs. Her arms went around me and her nice tits were now moving up and down on my chest.

Mom started slow dancing with me as she rubbed my chest. Mom had me when she was 15 and I never knew my dad and she never had a date after that. Her parents had her ‘fixed’ after that. She never talked about my dad…but I did notice one thing about mom. She kept me supplied in a man cologne …it was the same cologne that her dad wore…….

Vicky had triggered some longings mom had and now I guess I was her release for those stored up feelings she had.

Mom’s back was to the window as I watched Vicky get up off of Min.

That’s when I got the shock of my life…..

Vicky stood up with a hardon sticking out.

Min was sucking on it and jacking it. Vicky was ether a ’Vic’, a guy or Vicky was born with a cock. I stopped dancing and mom turned around to look out the window. Mom whispered: (“…oh…my…god… is that one of those strap on’s you talked about?”) I said no mom, Vicky has a real cock.

We stood and watched Vicky and Min as Min sucked on the cock. Vicky grabbed Min’s head and began to fuck her mouth. Soon cum came running out of Min’s mouth.

Mom had just witnessed her first live blow job. They then turned out their light and that was the end of it.

We stood stunned and then returned to our slow dancing and let our hands do the talking.

I can only speak for myself, but when this ever happens to a guy it has your stomach churning with the tension. I was waiting for mom to stop and act like it never happened…..she didn’t.

She slowly started feeling me all over my body. My hands wandered inside her robe and for the first time I felt her sexy body. My cock was trying to rip itself out of my pants. Mom slowly started to feel it and started rubbing her pussy on it.

I wanted to feel her beautiful tits as she shed her robe completely. I gently started feeling her tits and then her hard nipples. She gasp and pressed her pussy hard on my cock rocking back and forth on it. She then began to undo my pants and pushed them down. My cock sprang out between her legs onto a very wet pussy. She kept feeling it and rocking back and forth on it.

Without a word being spoken…we both knew what was going to happen. She pulled me down on her bed. She held me so tight I had to strain for air. My cock head ended up at the entrance to her bright red bushy pussy. She clamped her hands on my ass and began to pull hard on me, driving my cock in her warm pussy. She began to moan as we slowly began to fuck. Her legs went wide and then she hooked her heels around my legs.

How can I explain what it felt like….you just can’t. As a young boy seeing her naked those few times started it. This was better than I had ever imagined. Her hips moved so smooth and natural as she pulled me in deeper in her pussy. I was holding and squeezing two of the most beautiful tits in the world. She was squeezing her fingers tight in my ass cheeks with each stroke. Her labored breathing in my ear was awesome.

Her tiny moans became steady pulses and louder as I had to fuck her faster. She was cuming, I could just tell. When she started raising her pussy up with each slap of our bodies together …I had to cum…my body jerked as did hers when we came together. I’ll never forget the sound of her long moan as I shot everything I had into her hot pussy. Her pussy surrounded my cock and squeezed tight as the cums just kept coming.

We lay as our spasms took over and pleasured us. It turned into the most peaceful time of our lives…we stayed locked together as we fell asleep…..

Millie’s point of view……
Well my life had certainly had gone from zero excitement to 100%. I had only had sex once in my life. It was the only time my daddy paid attention to me. He crawled in my bed in the middle of the night and began to make love to me. It was so exciting as he felt my body, sucked on my little tits and put his finger in my vagina. He put his cock in me and made it feel so good. He said never to tell mom or anyone…ever. Soon I got pregnant and had Ted. Ted and my mom will never know that my daddy is Ted’s real father….

That was the end of my sex life, until now. Ted has not only answered all my questions, but showed me what I’ve been missing. I want now all I can get. Vicky has aroused me and I want the thrill that comes with having sex with a girl with a cock. My Ted is helping me get all my curiosities filled and having wonderful hot sex with him is only the beginning. I want to lick Mindy’s pussy for some girl sex with her. I want Vicky’s cock to play with and in my pussy. I’ve never been this excited before, and I’m loving it.

—– the next day——

(Ted)

__I answered the door and there stood Vicky and Min. I looked close now…..Vicky was all female…except….what mom and I had seen. I knew now she wanted to get that cock of hers in my mom.

I invited them in and said my mom was gone, but I wanted to have a talk with them. I put my arms around both of them as they smiled with their sweet young faces. I pulled both their pussy’s tight into my legs. Vicky jumped back a little and gasp while Min pushed her pussy tight against my leg. I led them both upstairs to my room.

“You girls are hot and beautiful. Vicky, you really like my mom. How would you like to have sex with her?” They both gasp and looked at me stunned.

I said: “Let’s make a little deal. I know what’s under your skirt Vicky, and it turns me and mom on. Min, you’ve turned me on from the first time I saw you.” Both girls began to smile a little now as I still had my arms around them. “Vicky, I think I can arrange for you and my mom to spend some time alone. Min, while they are alone you and I can be alone…..

Now….IF….you both agree, no one will ever know what mom and I know about Vicky and you Min and what you do in your bedroom at night. Do we have a deal?” The girls smiled and whispered to each other. They both said: “Oh hell yes…when do we start?”

I said: “Mom actually won’t be home till late, so we can start….like…now? Min let’s show Vicky how much we like her, Ok?”

Without hesitation Min turned to Vicky and began feeling her up. I joined right in. Vicky was breathing hard as we felt her tits and over her now stiff cock. She said: “I wasn’t expecting this…you got me so really horny already…my cock is so full of tingles… I….a…”

She stopped talking as Min and I began kissing her. We kissed her neck and face. I had one hand under Min’s sweater feeling her tits and one under Vicky’s shirt feeling her tits. They both were feeling me and each other as we all kissed and slowly laid down on my bed.

This was going to be every ones very first threesome.

Vicky was in dream state and Min was all fired up two cocks to play with. I ran my fingers thru Vicky’s hair, she gasp and asked: “Do you like my hair?” I said that I liked everything about her.

She like it when I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and tongue kissed her. She asked: “Do I really turn you on?” I took her hand and put it on my hardon rubbing it on hers. Min was undressing us all this time and soon our hardons were rubbing bare skin to bare skin. We stroked each other as we rubbed ourselves cock to cock.

I asked Vicky how she like to have sex best. She closed her eyes and said that her and Min like to go 69.… but she said her big dream was this: To someday have a guy take her from behind, and at the same time pinch her nipples while she was cuming…while… she was going 69 with a pussy to lick. She said “Min knows what I like.” Min was feeling both our cocks and I asked her what she liked best. She said she’d someday like to go 69 with a girl and also have two cocks in her at the same time.
—-

We never heard mom enter the house downstairs, but she sure heard us.

Mom and I had just had our first sex she was hooked and horny all the time now.

I remember we were in the garage…. when I told her my plan to get the girls alone and see if I could talk them into a threesome. I would use Vicky’s hot draw towards my mom as bait to get them to go for it.

Mom told me this was all so new to her and said having sex with a young girl with a cock was really turning her on. She wanted to try out all these new things and… Her hand started feeling my cock gently. She slowly unzipped me and got on her knees. My cock got rock hard instantly as she pulled it out and played with it like a new toy. We had watched Min sucking on Vicky’s cock and now she had to try it.

She held my legs tight and took my cock all the way in her warm mouth. It was hot to see my own mom so horny and enjoying sucking my cock. I reached down in her blouse and felt her nice full tits. I ran my fingers through her red hair as she deep throated me. I couldn’t even warn her I had to cum, and right now. Her fingers dug in my butt cheeks as my cum shot in her mouth. She swallowed it down as fast as I shot it out. She swallowed every last shot and then looked up at me and asked if she did it right. It was her very first time to ever give a guy a blow job. I leaned over and said: “Vicky’s gonna go crazy over you.”
—-

I was now laying on top of Vicky’s smooth young body. Our cocks rubbed together with Min’s hand feeling both of us. I turned Vicky over and pulled her smooth white ass up to me. She was breathing hard and rocking back and forth anticipating what was going to happen. Min was on her knees in front of us all naked. She took my head and rubbed my face on her tits. Vicky pulled her pussy to her mouth and started licking her.

There is nothing like sucking on a young girls tits and fucking her ‘sister’ in the backside. Min’s knees began to buckle as she laid down while Vicky started licked her wet pussy. Vicky and I both began to lick Min’s pussy as I felt both their tits. We didn’t realize how loud the moaning was.

Mom had quietly come up the stairs and was peeking around the corner of my bedroom door, she just had to find out what all the moaning was about, then….she had to watch.

I ask mom later what her reaction was seeing me fuck Vicky from behind and us both licking Min’s pussy.

She got a little red in the face but told me: “I got instantly wet and my pussy was twitching. To hear you guys moan and fuck was something I thought I’d never see or hear. I saw Vicky’s hardon and I wished I could suck on it while all this was going on. I wished it was my pussy you and Vicky were licking on….but I also knew that I wanted Vicky’s cock in me as soon as possible. She is so sexy looking and such a turn on to me, I was going to make that happen, I just had to wait. I wondered what it was like to lick a pussy and Min’s was being licked as I watched. I had to try a 69 with her. All the things I missed out on as a teen were coming forward to be satisfied.”
—–

Vicky’s body felt so good under me as I pinched her little nipples and pushed my cock deep in her ass. Min was squirming and pulling on our hair as she was having orgasm after orgasm with us both licking her clit. I grabbed Vicky’s cock as I was about to cum. About 5 strokes and she shot cum out her cock as I shot cum deep in her ass. Vicky squealed, shook and kept shooting cum.

We both collapsed as Min squirmed and fingered her own clit. Mom said she orgasmed too, from watching it all….

Mom said she quietly went back down stairs but she was very shook up. She hoped that I had arranged for her and Vicky to get together and the sexual tension was making her pussy wet constantly. The picture of us all fucking played over and over in her mind. Seeing Vicky’s cock being jacked off and cum was what made her orgasm. The mental picture of Vicky fucking her was causing her pussy to twitch every time she thought of it.

When the girls and I came down stairs mom was in the kitchen putting stuff away. The girls of course didn’t know that mom and I had just started having sex together. Vicky was very hot for mom now and went right in the kitchen. I took Min down the hall to give them a little time alone. I stood behind Min as we peeked to watch them. I ran my hand down inside Min’s jeans to feel her smooth sweet young pussy. She took my finger and rubbed it on her wet clit.

We watched Vicky come up behind mom and hug her as they talked quietly. We could see Vicky’s cock bulge rubbing on mom’s ass. Her hand came up to feel mom’s tits. Mom’s face was as red as her hair as she reached back to feel Vicky’s bulge. It was great to watch as Min and I got hot feeling each other. Mom was melting as Vicky was super charged and wanted mom real bad. Vicky led mom to the living room couch. Vicky sat down and had mom get on her knees in front of her. She lifted up her skirt and took out her cock with mom’s help. Mom wasted no time in putting her mouth on Vicky’s hard cock.

Mom was oblivious to anything but sucking on Vicky’s cock. Min just walked over and sat on the couch too.

Vicky giggled as she held mom’s head. Min started holding moms head too as they now both began to work mom’s head up and down on Vicky’s cock. Min was very horny now and got behind mom and felt mom’s tits. She put her head next mom’s and licked on Vicky’s cock while mom sucked. They were working and waiting for Vicky to cum big. Vicky leaned her head back with her eyes closed. I wanted some of this action and kneeled by Vicky and pinched her nipples while I tongue kissed her. She reach in my pants and pulled my cock out. She leaned over and started sucking my cock. She began that same moaning style before she cums…mom reached under Vicky and held her butt cheeks tight as Vicky’s hips began to lift. Min held Vicky’s balls tight.

Vicky began to tremble as her moan started in. She stuck her legs out straight and stiff. Mom began a long moan. Vicky was jerking as she flooding moms mouth with cum….watching that… I erupted cum Vicky’s mouth.

When Vicky said: “Min knows what I like”, she was right. They worked as a team. Min and mom licked on Vicky’s overflowing cum , then Min raised up and licked on my cock and balls.

Vicky whispered to me: (“You gotta fuck Min now.”) She pushed me back as Min got me on my back and got on top of me. She was a like little wild animal putting my cock in her pussy. She couldn’t fuck me fast enough. Vicky smiled and played with my balls as I held Min’s butt cheeks. Vicky watched and then got up and put her cock in Min’s ass. Now I had two wild women on me and here came mom. Mom was all hyper and got up, put her knees on each side of my head. She lowered her pussy down. Min and I started licking her pussy. Now it was mom and Min’s turn to cum.

Min’s point of view…..
Now I was really getting what I wanted. Ted’s big cock in my pussy, Vicky’s cock in my ass and Millie’s pussy to lick. I loved the feeling of two cocks in me with three people feeling my tits and body. This was my first time to eat a pussy and Ted and I had Millie moaning and twitching as it was her first time to have her pussy licked. All of our moaning and breathing got louder as it built up and up. I shuddered as I climaxed when I felt 2 hot blasts of cum going in me, Ted’s and Vicky’s cocks pounded my body as we all groaned with the pleasure. Millie shook as Ted and I both sucked on her clit. Her wet pussy rocked on our tongues as she squirmed….
—-
(Ted)

The girls knew that mom and I saw them in their bedroom window….so they said to be sure and watch tonight. Mom and I agreed and that night we got all ready. When they turn on their light, there was Vicky, Min, dressed like a guy, and a third girl cross dresser. We learned later her name was Ben or Brenda. She a very sexy looking boy/girl. She had short blue and black hair, a hot body with beautiful legs, a hot ass and tiny tits.

Min put a collar on Vicky and a leash. It looked like they told Vicky to take her clothes off. She did. We could tell she was on all fours on the bed. They had her doing dog commands. Sit, roll over, shake hands and the last one looked like they told her not to move. Min and Brenda started feeling her up and jacking on her cock. Brenda pulled on the leash and had her suck on Brenda’s cock while Min got under her and sucked on Vick’s cock. Mom laughed and said what crazy teenage girls, treating her like a dog you can have sex with.

While Min was on her back sucking on Vicky cock, Brenda started taking Min’s pants down. Now Brenda started fucking Min’s pussy.

Mom and I were getting real hot watching all this. I was behind mom and took her finger and mine and showed her how to rub her clit. She reach around and squeezed my cock and then inside my pants to jack on me. I rolled her hard nipples as we watched.

We watched Brenda switch from Min’s pussy to Vicky’s ass. Mom started to squirm and whispered: (“…I have to try that with Vicky.”)

Vicky’s point of view…..

Brenda was my best friend. I met her in a store that sells sexy women’s clothes. I was in the changing booth and she peeked and spotted my cock lump in my panties. She stepped in and said: “CD?” She was beautiful and had a nice lump in front. We talked and soon we were feeling each other up. We left and went to the lady’s room to continue. She sat on the seat in the stall and let me play and suck on her now big cock as she did mine. Tonight was our first private time together with Mindy joining in and Ted and Millie watching in our window. We gave them a hot show to get Millie ready for us to get together. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but right now Brenda and I wanted to ass fuck each other. I like to fuck guys and girls both, and Millie was the first grown woman I had ever gotten so damn horny over. I couldn’t wait to put my cock in her pussy.

It was all set for tomorrow night…but things got changed around. Mindy was suddenly hot for Brenda to fuck her and Brenda was hot for her. After our little doggie games I figured why not do both. I got Mindy on her back and Brenda and I started in on making her all hot. I got Brenda on top of Min and they started fucking while I fuck Brenda in the ass. I worked out great. I was fucking Brenda’s sweet ass while she fucked Min. It was a ’Brenda Sandwich’ as we all fucked each other. We all knew Millie and Ted were watching and that just added to the big high we were all getting.

As our bodies all slapped together, Brenda was about to cum so I pinched her nipples. Min squeezed Brenda’s butt cheeks as the mass cuming began. I pounded Brenda’s ass hard as I shot big hot loads in her. She pumped her overflowing loads in Min. Min went crazy with us squeezing her tits and Brenda tongue kissing her. She squirmed, moaned loud and pulled our hair. Min did the one thing I love…pinched my nipples hard as I kept cuming…..

I looked over to see Millie and Ted in their window. Ted was behind her as they rocked back and forth. I couldn’t wait to get my cock in Millie tomorrow night…
—-
(Ted)
Tonight was the night we all waited for. Vicky and mom together to do as they wished. They both had mental plans to go for a sexual high, and it was going to happen. Mindy and Brenda had locked on to each other and were doing their foreplay in my bedroom. They liked for me to watch them and even join in the foreplay….but my real desire was to hook up with Vicky and mom, for a threesome. Mom and Vicky were in her bedroom with the door open. I was watching both of them and then Brenda and Min. starting to get wild. Brenda had never had sex with a girl yet, and she was making the most of it with Min. She now had a pussy and an ass to fuck….and real girls tits to play with and suck on. Watching two girls feel each others tits and asses was real hot to watch.

I stepped over to watch Vicky and mom laying in bed, fully clothed. These two were in another world of passion. Feeling their bodies, tits, cock and pussy under their clothing. A new thrill for both of them. Vicky dream was about to come true as they whispered and kissed. Vicky started slowly kissing down on mom. Mom dress buttoned down the front and Vicky took her time with each button, kissing and licking all the way. She squeezed mom’s tits and sucked her nipples. Mom was moaning and playing with Vicky’s hair with a euphoric pleasure look on her face. Vicky began to lick around mom’s pussy. Mom was squirming and enjoying every lick. She started moaning…”…Vicky…put your cock in me …hurry… I want to feel it.” Vicky started putting her cock in and the dual moaning began. Mom was pulling on Vicky’s ass and feeling it. Watching Vicky’s ass was and invitation. I dropped my shorts and climbed on top of Vicky. She moaned: “Yes….Ted…fuck me in the ass…do it now…” Mom squeezed her ass with each stroke as my cock went deep in Vicky’s ass. Vicky was ecstatic with the new feeling of getting both pleasures. I felt both Mom’s and Vicky’s tits as we all began to rock together. Vicky reached back to pull on me to deep in her ass. I had seen Mindy pull her hair as she got ready to cum. I grabbed a hand full and pulled hard. She gave out a long moan and she fucked mom real fast and then her body went stiff as she shot load after load in mom. Mom grabbed her hair too as we all came together. I love to hear mom and Vicky moan together in long pleasure moans. Vicky spanked my ass hard and bucked her ass back and moaned…”…more, more Ted!….”

Oh those girls next door….

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It’s the morning before Marcus’ house party.

Friday, 8:15 am

I don’t know how long it had been vibrating, but my phone buzzed twice at me as I propped myself up on one elbow and fumbled across the surface of my nightstand for it. I fought to keep my eyes open long enough to read who the hell was calling me, but it was a Herculean task.

God, it had been a long night… I don’t think I saw my bed till nearly three in the morning. That by itself wasn’t so bad; I’d stayed up playing board games with my friends until the small hours over the last year, but staying up till three in the morning playing games was utterly different to staying up that late to participate in Olympic levels of sex. To say I was exhausted would be an understatement.

The phone went silent as I cleared the sleep from my eyes, and I saw three missed calls – all from Jessica. I listened to the first one.

“Hi, so I went by your apartment, but some old guy was living in it, so I’m going to go to Strange Mudd and get a coffee. I’m guessing you’re still asleep. Just give me a call when you get this. Please, Marcus. I just want to talk.”

I sat straight up in my bed, suddenly remembering it was Friday. That Friday.

Jessica was in town.

I looked around, trying to make my brain work through the brain fog. The first thing that caught my eye was the indention in the bed where another body had been. It must have belonged to Helen, who probably had to get home to the family before it became too late in the day.

Damn… I wanted to talk to her about Ashlee.

I next noticed Bobbi’s dark gold locks spread across the bed as she huddled under my blankets. She was sprawled perpendicular to me near the foot of my bed like a pet. I tried to remember how she’d gotten like that and vaguely recalled it being one of the last commands Helen gave her before we all fell asleep. Considering the size of the bed, the fact that she was sharing my duvet, and she had a plush pillow under her head, it wasn’t the most cruel thing Helen had made her do.

I looked back at my phone, checked the time, and scrolled through the four texts Jess had left me. More of the same. I looked back at Bobbi’s sleeping form, trying to decide how to respond.

The only question that mattered was whether I had time to visit my old neighborhood halfway across the city to share a cup of coffee with my ex and gloat.

The answer? Not really, no.

I texted her back: Hey. I’m not gonna be able to meet you for coffee. I have a busy day. I’m having a party at my place tonight, though. If you want to come, send me the address of the place you’re staying. I’ll send a car to pick you up. If not, I’m sorry you came all this way for nothing, but I wish you luck. Tell Dillon I said hey, and I’ll see him tonight.

Hitting send, I tossed my phone on the bed, stood up, and headed to the shower. Within a few minutes, the bathroom filled with steam as I stood under a deluge of hot water pouring from an overhead shower. It stretched five to seven feet across in both directions and had some of the best water pressure I had ever experienced. In the center sat a stone bench, and I was taking advantage of it, letting the downpour wash over me as I thought about seeing Jess again.

Why had I agreed to meet with her? What could I have possibly been thinking? That conversation had happened before Vegas and felt like a lifetime ago. I was a different person. I hadn’t planned on getting back together with her. Was I really that interested in rubbing my good fortune in her face, or had I intended to fuck her one last time for closure?

The last thing I wanted was for her to think we were getting back together. No way in hell would ever happen, especially when I had proposals from women like Danni to consider. Not to say Jess wasn’t beautiful; she certainly was. Aside from the cheating and lack of ambition, she’d been sweet, fun, and enthusiastic in the sack, but Danni was in a completely different realm from Jessica. There was no competition if I had to choose between them to be my girlfriend.

Would sleeping with her grant me closure? Did I even need closure anymore? Not really.

What about gloating? Did I even care enough about her to bother? I remembered a sad Marcus from three weeks ago, sitting in that coffee shop with Dillon, and a massive part of me enthusiastically answered yes.

“Marcus?” A tentative voice asked in a tone I never thought I’d hear from her.

Drawn out of my contemplation, I saw Bobbi’s silhouette standing just inside the bathroom’s doorway, steam obscuring her finer details. She was completely nude except for the collar Helen had bought her.

“What?” I said. I might have snapped a little, but that was just a combination of what had occupied my thoughts before she interrupted me and the fact that I was used to speaking a certain way toward her.

“I just thought…” Her voice trailed off as she looked back at me, and I detected a tinge of sullenness in her words.

“What is it?” I said in the same tone.

“The shower was running, and I…”

I waited for her to finish, but after a moment’s hesitation, she said, “Never mind.”

She started to turn, and I said, “Wait.”

I was slightly surprised to see her come to an immediate halt, pausing mid-turn so that I got a good look at her profile. With her details concealed in the mist, I appreciated her basic shape more. Compared to the average woman, Bobbi was slender, with a flat belly and tiny waist that flared into lovely, shapely hips. Her ass wasn’t as developed as Helen’s or Danni’s; it was more on the perky side but more prominent than Erin’s. Her B-cup tits were the perfect size for her more petite frame and hung beautifully from her chest the way natural breasts did. Her body was a work of art and went perfectly with her large eyes and delicate features.

I rose to my feet. “Come here.”

The mist obscured Bobbi’s features too much for me to tell exactly how she felt about being given orders, but after a moment’s hesitation, she turned back and approached me with a slow gait. Each step took an agonizing amount of time until she finally joined me under the hot water, staring up at me through slitted eyes as the shower washed over us.

I glanced down at the collar she still wore; it still said ‘li’l cumdump’ on it – one of Helen’s decisions made last night in the heat of the moment. I placed a finger on the top edge of the collar and traced my finger along her skin as I recalled the events last night – she had given herself to me. Completely. Body and soul. It hadn’t been out of love or devotion to me but because she literally had nowhere else to go, nor had she ever had it so good. Jesus… how fucking had her life been before now? It was almost enough to make me take pity on her.

My fingers slid to the back of her neck, and I entwined them throughout the wet hair at the base of her skull. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and I could feel her trembling with nervous energy. Without a preamble or explanation, I guided her to the stone wall, grabbing a shoulder and turning her so her ass was facing me. With hair still in hand, I held it against the stone, forcing Bobbi’s cheek flat against it. She braced herself in anticipation for what she knew was about to happen; delicate fingers pressed into the grey granite as her nipples brushed against it.

I pressed my groin against her warm, wet ass and enjoyed the feel of my semi-hard cock nestled between her ass cheeks. The top of my dick rubbed along the trench of Bobbi’s ass as my dick pointed south, and I reached around with my free hand to press my palm against her middle, keeping her tight against me as I ground myself into her. It wasn’t beyond my notice that she didn’t grind back against me.

My hand slid lower, and I felt the beginnings of stubble on her crotch as my fingertips passed on their way to delve between her legs. My middle finger slid through the folds between her legs and slid easily across her slit; she was wet, but not from the shower. I curled the digit and sank the first knuckle inside of her and was rewarded with an audible groan from the petite young woman sandwiched between me and the stone.

The heat from the shower remained constant as it washed over us, and the steam continued to billow and swirl as I played with Bobbi. I kept up the teasing pace of my manipulation of her pussy as I sawed my dick back and forth between the tight little globes of her ass. By now, it was at full mast, and continuing to simulate fucking her like this was starting to become a little painful, thanks to the angle. Hand still on her hair, I tugged on it, indicating that I wanted her to bend over more, and this time, she took the hint, stepping a pace away from the wall as her hands slid down it so she was now bent at nearly a ninety-degree angle.

I pulled my finger out, replaced it with the tip of my cock, and slowly pushed forward. I threw my head back and shut my eyes as the mushroom head slid inside her, followed by the first inch of my shaft. Then I reversed course, pulled out, and then pushed my hips forward, sinking even more of my length into her warm, wet snatch. The walls of her pussy gripped my shaft in velvety softness as it took three back-and-forths to get the entire length of me inside her.

She groaned and whimpered as I pistoned in and out of her, and I looked up from her ass to catch her eyeing me over her shoulder. The moment my eyes found hers, she blinked, turned her head away, and dropped it so that her face entirely disappeared under a sheet of wet hair. My eyes trailed to her perfect, flawless back. It was a pure canvas of fair skin reddened by the hot water that cascaded across the subtle peaks and valleys of muscles moving as she finally started pushing back against me to meet my thrusts.

I gripped her hips and picked up speed, pushing myself violently in and out of her as I lost myself in the memory of what I’d done to this girl last night. Her eyes once held unending contempt every time she looked at me, but last night, that hatred had been little more than a smoldering cinder compared to the roaring inferno of lust and desire. Helen was a big fan of edging her little submissive toy, and it looked like it had produced the kind of effect she wanted. Once we got past our little misunderstanding last night, she had been a willing participant, even inviting some of the things I did to make her scream in pain and pleasure. And when it was all done, she still declared herself mine.

I own her. The thought repeated through my mind with the same frequency as my cock drilling her increasingly-wet cunt. I own her. I own her. I own her.

“I own you,” I muttered loud enough to hear her. She simply grunted loudly in response.

Extracting my hardon from her, I grabbed Bobbi by the shoulder and whirled her around; she squealed in surprise. I shoved her back against the stone, grabbed a wrist in one hand, and drew it over her head. She placed her free hand on my chest, and I felt her push against me as I stepped in close, the tip of my cock brushing against the front of her pussy. She looked up at me, grunting with eyes wide and teeth gritted, and I felt her struggle against my grip. She pounded her small fist against my chest and started to fight harder against me. Those burning embers in her eyes burst into flames.

“What’s the matter? You can’t-”

She yelped as I grabbed her hair with my free hand and yanked, cutting off the rest of her words. I brought my face close to hers, and we gazed hard into each others’ eyes amid the downpour.

“Stop it,” I said as I stared her down. She glared back, jaw clenched and muscles tense, but she didn’t finish her sentence.

After another moment of silence, I released her hair and brushed her cheek with my fingertips. They traced down her jaw, neck, and then lower. I felt along her collarbone and down the side of her breast, pausing to cup it in my hand and give it a gentle squeeze as my thumb ran over the partially erect nipple. I ran my palm down her free arm and closed my hand around her wrist.

The muscles in that arm suddenly tensed, and I felt her resist. My grip on her wrist tightened as I gave her a hard look. “I said, “Stop!”

Seconds ticked by, and her arm finally went slack. I raised it above her head and held both her hands against the wall, keeping them in place with one hand. Her breasts, pulled high against her chest, brushed mine with every inhalation; her eyes darted left to right as she focused on my eyes, and she’d unclenched her jaw. Her lips were parted. They were beautiful – not too thin… not too thick. Her mouth was a touch generous, and I was willing to bet a lot of money she had a smile that could light up a night sky if she ever lost the attitude.

“What are you doing?” She asked, and I realized I’d been staring at her beautiful face longer than usual.

Instead of answering, I lowered my lips to hers. She backed away from me an inch or two until her head bumped into the wall.

“For once in your life,” I said, “stop making every goddamn moment a fight.”

And then I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were slack and pliable against mine as she refrained from being an active participant, but at least she wasn’t actively fighting me anymore. I intensified the kiss, crushing my lips to hers with bruising strength.

The kiss continued for a good half-minute before I felt her lips move an infinitesimal amount against mine, and I felt her groin press into me. I had to actively keep myself from smiling, afraid I would set her off if she sensed my satisfaction. Instead, I concentrated on my steel-hard cock currently hotdogged between the outer lips of her pussy. I reached down with my free hand, adjusted my hips, and pushed forward once I’d lined my member up with her opening.

She groaned as I pushed my hips forward and sank all the way inside her. Her lips suddenly became much more active, and I could hear her whimper into my mouth.

My heart skipped a beat when I felt the tip of her tongue brush my lips. I hadn’t expected her to initiate something like that, and it took me a moment to respond. I brushed my tongue against hers and coaxed it a little further into my mouth so I could explore it.

The speed and ferocity of our rutting against the stone wall picked up as hot water rained down on us. We were entering new territory. I was still taking her, but there was a back and forth that had never been there before. Nothing had changed. I didn’t feel affection for her the way I did Erin, Danni, or Natashya. I didn’t like her the way I did Helen. This felt more like a bonding and healing ritual done after a tough night with the submissive. Like putting salve on welts you’d left. It felt right… necessary… but it still didn’t feel like making love.

Bobbi broke the kiss and tossed her head to the side as she cried out as the beginnings of an orgasm began to bubble to the surface.

“I’m gonna cum,” she panted.

“You need my permission,” I said quietly, my lips brushing her ear as I kept up the pace of my fucking.

“Please, Marcus!”

She said my name. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. According to Helen, getting her to use words like ‘sir’ had taken some time, so I didn’t want to engender bad habits and undo all my lawyer’s hard work. Still, it was nice hearing my name and ‘please’ in the same sentence from her.

“Who do you belong to?”

“I’m gonna…”

I slowed my rhythm, and the reaction was immediate. Her gaze snapped back to mine, and I felt her strain against my hold on her arms.

“No, Marcus, please!”

Again, my name and the word please in the same sentence. It sent a thrill pulsing through my cock. I pressed my forehead to hers and growled, “Say it.”

“I’m yours, goddammit! Is that what you wan-”

I crushed my lips against hers, and to my delight, she immediately responded. Her tongue was back in my mouth as I picked up the pace again; she squealed, and I let go of her arms so I could grab her ass in both hands and pull her into me. Her slender arms fell across my shoulders, and she pulled them tight around my neck; I could feel the points of her breasts dig into my chest. One leg slid around my waist, and then another, and I marveled at how little she weighed even while soaking wet. We couldn’t continue kissing as I bounced her up and down on my dick, but our lips and noses kept brushing against each other as we coupled. It was new and exciting, and I couldn’t help but notice that the disdain in her eyes was at an all-time low.

As I threw her up and down on my cock, making her pants and grunts turn into moans, I couldn’t help but smile. I owned this woman’s body, and if things continued at this rate before I knew it, I would own the rest of her before too long. The thought energized me, and I growled as I started fucking her harder, enjoying the sound of her moans turning into screams as I made her cum.

Friday, 9:02 am

Roughly half an hour later, I entered the dining room to see breakfast: eggs, bacon, pancakes, oatmeal, a few different breakfast cereals, juices, coffee, etc. Since I had a full-time chef, I decided it was better to provide her with the space she needed to work without distractions all the time, so meals were to be provided in the dining room, where a large table stood overlooking a beautiful view of the New York skyline. I also had Chloe ensure that all the security staff knew they could share meals here during their shifts. I wanted them to feel appreciated… after the events in Vegas.

I was dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and Bobbi trailed behind me in a silk robe left behind by Helen. It was a little big on her, but she didn’t want to risk running into anyone, and that was the only thing she could find to wear. I found the app for the collar on my phone and changed the words to display ‘Kitten,’ inspired by Helen constantly calling her ‘Pet.’ I wasn’t sure if I wanted to keep it, but for now, it’d do. Then, I insisted she eat breakfast with me. As we dressed, I messaged Natalie and told her that Bobbi would resign from her position at Marduke. She wasn’t a financial analyst anymore… not that she was much of one anyway. Natalie wasn’t exactly disappointed to never see Bobbi in her office again.

Downstairs, we found Erin on the phone with someone. Her trusty laptop was on the table in front of her, along with a bowl of oatmeal and fruit. Bobbi and I loaded a couple of plates while she finished up a phone call that sounded like it was with a caterer for tonight’s event. We had just started eating when she finished the call.

“Everything’s lined up for tonight,” Erin sighed as she scrolled through her emails. “There’s a coordinator who will take over at noon so I can finish up some other business and get ready. His name is Victor, and he’s one of the best. It’s probably overkill, but Julia from Channel Seven will be there, as are a couple of reporters from The Times, PB&J, Nash Z, and Pringle.”

Nash Z was a relatively well-known musical artist in the Tri-State area who was forecast to become a national sensation within the year. I had no clue who the other two she mentioned were. Like a good assistant, though, Erin could tell I needed some context.

“Patti and Jenni are identical twins. Huge on social media. Their last name is Billings. The logic with the name is a little weird, but it works. Pringle is a gamer with a massive following. He’s insufferable, but he’s got a lot of clout. The PR Director at V. V. helped me get those people. She also got us Naughti Boi. The DJ.”

“Don’t know him,” I said, “but it sounds like it’ll be a fun time.” I was thrilled to see how thorough Erin had been with this entire thing. Getting help from VistaVision’s PR director was a great idea. “Need anything from me?”

“No, sir,” Erin said, glancing at Bobbi, who was busy eating her eggs and largely ignoring us. About five minutes after our session in the shower, some of her cold aura had returned.

“Have you guys met?” I asked Erin.

“A little. I brought her a towel. Not officially, though,” Erin replied as a smirk played across her lips. “I think I heard her this morning. I peeked my head in to see if you were awake yet. It sounded like you both were awake.”

Bobbi’s damp hair was tied back in a ponytail, so it was impossible for her to hide the blush that crept into her cheeks. It crept past the collar and all the way to her chest, where it was exposed above the lapels of the robe.

Erin glanced at the collar and said, “Kitten, is it? I’m Erin.”

The collared girl beside me opened her mouth to say something but then looked at me and seemed hesitant. I fixed my gaze on her but tried to keep as much off my face as possible, interested in seeing how she would respond. Her grey eyes hardened as we stared at each other, and she raised her chin a little in defiance, looked back at Erin, and said, “It’s Bobbi, actually.”

I’d have to remember this moment for later.

“Oh!” Erin said, adopting a look of mock surprise. “That’s right! Bobbi! I’ve heard so much about you!” That made Bobbi’s blush deepen.

I watched my assistant closely as she interacted with Bobbi. We hadn’t talked about this aspect of my life since she came on board—not in any real depth. I’d referred to her, Erin had brought towels in during our first three-way encounter, and I had Erin help arrange for Bobbi to move in, but the exact nature of my and Bobbi’s relationship hadn’t been discussed. I was curious what Erin really thought about it.

“I’m sure you have,” Bobbi said, and the way she said it, I could almost hear the word ‘bitch’ at the end.

“So, Erin is my right hand,” I gestured at my assistant with my fork. “I’d be lost without her.”

“Aw! Me?” Erin said, grinning. “You’re too kind, boss.”

“So,” I continued, looking at Bobbi, I expect you to show her as much respect as you do me or Helen.” Then I thought better of that. Bobbi almost seemed to fear Helen. “Scratch that. Show her as much respect as Helen. You and I still have some work to do on our relationship.”

Bobbi glared daggers at me but didn’t immediately say anything, and I simply stared back at her, waiting for her to acknowledge my command. For a girl who had given herself to me, she sure had a hard time acting like it.

“Alright,” Bobbi said, her words curt.

“Not only respect but if Erin tells you to do something, you do it. Got it?”

More staring, then she simply nodded, and I couldn’t be sure if she was just still having trouble adjusting to this new dynamic between us or if she was purposefully trying to make me mad.

“Hey, Kitten?” I said. “Crawl under the table and eat Erin out.”

“What?” Bobbi said.

“What?” Erin echoed.

I looked at Erin. “If you’re okay with it, that is.”

“I mean…” Erin hesitated, looking back and forth between Bobbi and me. “I’m down for it if she is.”

“It doesn’t matter if she is,” I said, looking back at Bobbi, sitting at the table with her hands in her lap, her face paler than her already fair complexion. She glanced at Erin, then back at me, and I could see the struggle in her mind on whether to defy me. I wondered if she thought she would be exclusively for mine and Helen’s use, and if that was the case, I needed to quickly dispel that notion.

Since it looked like she needed some encouragement to go through with my command, I thought about the different ways I could push her; I didn’t want to keep mentioning prosecution – it felt like that was getting old – and I wasn’t sure if promising to spank her would be enough. I would have bet a lot of money that Bobbi would have preferred a crop on the ass to what I was asking her to do. I decided to go with a different tact.

“Bobbi, eat Erin out, or I will send you to Marduke in the sluttiest thing I can find. I’ll change the collar to read ‘Marcus’ Cumslut,’ and I’ll have you go straight to Natalie to pick up some bullshit reports or something. I’ll make sure she makes you stay out on the floor while…”

The sentence wasn’t even finished, and Bobbi ducked under the table, her ass disappearing as she crawled forward. A second later, Erin jumped a little in her seat as she gasped. She scooted forward in her chair, looking up at me with a mixed expression of arousal and bewilderment. I grinned back at her and picked up my fork to start eating again, enjoying how thrown off Erin was.

“Oh fuck,” Erin said with a note of surprise.

“What is it?” I said around a mouthful of toast.

“She’s really good at this.”

“She’s already started?” I asked. “That was quick. What? Did she just eat through your panties?”

“Wasn’t wearing any,” Erin said breathlessly. “It’s kind of the norm these days.”

“And that’s why you’re the best,” I said, continuing to eat.

“So, Jessica is in town,” I said conversationally.

“As in, the girl who left you for someone else just before you found out you were the richest man in the world?” Erin placed her palms flat on the table, and her fingertips curled slightly as if she were trying to grab the surface as if it were a sheet.

“That’s the one,” I said. “The night before we left for Vegas, she asked me to meet up with her today, and I agreed.”

“Why?” Erin said, looking at me through her lashes as a thin sheet of silver hair fell partway over her face. She reached up, tucked it behind her ear, and bit down on her lip. Helen had mentioned that Bobbi had spent a lot of time between her legs; I guess all that practice was paying off.

Shaking my head, I said, “I don’t remember. Helen was distracting me, and maybe I had a passing thought about fucking them both together or something.”

“You still want to do it?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “If something like that happened, I probably wouldn’t hate it, but I don’t think I’m gonna try to make it happen. It’s too much trouble. I have too much baggage with Jess.”

I watched Erin for a moment as I chewed my food, enjoying the way she fought to keep her eyes from glazing over as Bobbi ate her out. One moment, her lips were pursed, then they would part; her breaths became increasingly shallow. Erin was an expressive partner, and being able to watch her be pleasured while I ate breakfast gave me a perverse sense of gratification. I had just had sex with Bobbi, but seeing Erin react this way in such a mundane setting was turning me on once again.

“You with me?” I asked her.

“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice quiet and a little strained. In this scenario, the ‘sir’ made my dick lurch a little more.

“She’s coming to the party tonight,” I said. “I’d like you to order her an outfit and a car to pick her up. Give her plenty of time to put the outfit on.”

“Oh fuck,” Erin whispered with her eyes closed, and the expletive had nothing to do with anything I said. “Anything… is there anything specific you’d like for the outfit?”

“No,” I said. “Just get whatever you think is appropriate.”

“God… that’s – that’s kinda hot.”

“What?” I asked. “What’s she doing?”

“A damn good job,” Erin said and opened her eyes to look at me. “I meant the whole thing with Jess, though. Buying her a dress and bringing her to a party. That’s some kinky romance novel shit.”

“That’s not what this is,” I said. “It’s a flex. I thought I’d do something like that as a subtle ‘this is what you missed out on’ kind of thing.”

“That’s kind of arch.”

“Maybe,” I said with a shrug, “ but it’s not like I’ve completely forgiven her. I don’t want to seem like a petty ex who can’t get over her, but at the same time, she did cheat on me. I deserve my country music moment, and I feel like this is a ‘fuck you’ message without me having to give up my dignity. Anyway, I doubt she has anything suitable for the party anyway.”

“Got it,” Erin said, and I got the impression she only got the gist of what I said. “Just send me her measurements, and I’ll take care of it.”

“Fuck.” I said, looking up from my eggs. “I don’t have those.”

Erin focused on me, and her eye-roll had absolutely nothing to do with what Bobbi was doing to her. “Men… Send me her social media. I’ll figure it out.”

“Again, that’s why you’re the best.”

“Oh fuck!” Erin said, grasping the edge of the table. “I don’t know if I am the best!”

“She’s good, isn’t she?” I said. “It’s too bad she hates doing it.”

“What?” Erin said, sounding incredulous. One hand disappeared below the table. “Her mouth is perfect for eating dick!”

“I know,” I said. “It’s criminal.” Hoping this continued a little longer, I asked, “Is there anything else?”

“Christ, you’re gonna make me do this…” Erin took a deep breath and looked up at me with a look on her face that could have either meant, ‘I’m gonna rip out your throat’ or, ‘I’m gonna fuck you so hard your cock will break off in my cunt.’

“Okay,” she continued, “so I have a personal trainer for you. You… -fuck- You wanted one fast, so the interview is this morning if you’re up for it.”

“Oh, fuck yeah!” I said, excited at the idea of getting started with a physical trainer. I’d been in and out of gyms over the last several years, so while I wasn’t terribly out of shape, I was far from perfect. I enjoyed foods high in trans fats, starches, and sugars just as much as most guys, and keeping a consistent workout routine was hard.

“Great,” Erin said. “She’ll be here in about an hour.”

We spent the next few minutes talking. I filled her in on my talk with Danni, which she didn’t know about. As I told her, I watched her reaction carefully, realizing that I probably wouldn’t get very much out of her while Bobbi was munching on her pussy. Still, I tried; several people had mentioned that Erin looked at me in a way that suggested she had feelings for me, and as much as I liked Danni, I didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize the relationship I had with Erin, like dating one of her best friends.

Unfortunately, all I could go off of was Erin’s words, broken between stutters and expletives as Bobbi continued to inch her closer to orgasm. She said that Danni would be good for me as a girlfriend but also cautioned that Danni was a bit more sensitive than women like herself or Helen. She suspected Danielle would be okay with an open relationship for a while, but eventually, it might get old. All she asked of me was that I be open and honest with her friend regardless of what I decided to do. That was an easy promise to make.

When I told her about Emily moving in with me, Erin expressed concern about my sister. With the kind of lifestyle I was leading, I needed to make sure I surrounded myself with people who would not only be trustworthy but also okay with my lifestyle.

“Especially with Kitten here,” Erin gasped. “Chloe and Helen seem okay with the situation, but Emily and Danni… oh my fucking cock rockets!” Erin clenched her teeth and doubled over. With her forehead against the table, she let out a loud, prolonged groan that went on and on.

I simply popped the remaining bit of jelly-covered toast in my mouth and enjoyed watching the scene play out in front of me. Erin did have a point, though. Eventually, I needed to introduce Bobbi to a few of the others. Especially since being a fixture in my apartment was her full-time job.

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Mildred arrives at work, ready to dominate it with her mind-controlling panties.

The Futa’s Mind-Controlling Panties

Chapter Thirteen: Futa Mind-Controls Her Hot Boss

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Mildred Dean

The panties sailed over my boss’s desk and landed on her cleavage, sticking to the round expanse of firm boobs the dominating woman had. Athena Pearce gasped in shock, thrusting back from her desk. The leather executive’s chair wheeled back as fury crossed her face.

“There is no mental health condition that is going to justify throwing your wet panties at… at…” The fury on Ms. Pearce’s face trailed off. Her sharp features furrowed. Her bold nose twitched. Plump lips worked together as she wetted them. The red grew shiny. Color blossomed in her cheeks as she pulled up the panties, leaving a wet smear behind on her chest.

I loved this wonderful moment when a woman became dominated by my panties. Like Mrs. Quick, her naughty daughter Chloe, my reverend’s wife and daughter, and others, Ms. Pearce fell under the spell of my pussy juices.

Like a drug addict, she inhaled my panties. She groaned as she smeared the purple thong, trimmed in pink lace, against her face. I smiled as her tits swelled her low-cut blouse on her inhalation, beads of my cream gleaming on those round surfaces. Nipples hardened, poking at the silk of her bra.

“I have a gift for you,” I said, setting the box on the table. “You can have it after you tell me how much you love me. Because you do love me, don’t you?”

“Oh, god, I love you so much,” she moaned and then inhaled my panties again.

A surge of lust shot through me. I had desired so many of the women in my life, always too scared to admit my lesbian desires. Whether it was Elouise, the reverend’s wife, or my sexy doctor, or the dominating boss that both intimidated me and soaked my panties, I never had the courage to overcome my anxiety. I used to take so many pills just to be able to come to work, making myself feel so numb to the world.

Now I had the confidence thanks to my futa-cock.

“I love you more than there are stars in the skies and grains of sand on the beach. It’s deeper than the Mariana Trench and higher than Mount Everest.” Ms. Pearce shuddered. “Oh, god, what do I have to do to prove I love you. Because I do.”

I smiled. I had no idea she had this poetic side. But she also had the confidence and domination to make the most use of the panties. Chloe would find the perfect person at her college, too, and I would control them through her. It still irked me that Sasha had gotten away with that other pair. I wanted to be the queen sitting atop all the fun.

Well, maybe something could be done about her.

In the meantime, there were so many delights at work to play with. My only friend, Kyra, that sexy secretary outside this office, my boss, others. I quivered, my futa-dick pulsing and my pussy getting wet, soaking the backs of my girl-balls.

“If you want to prove you love me,” I said, “crawl on your hands and knees around your desk, push up my skirt, pull down my panties, and blow my futa-cock.”

“Yes, Mildred,” she moaned and slipped out of her expensive chair.

I shuddered as Athena Pearce crawled around her desk. Her head appeared, black hair held back in a bun. Those glasses on her nose shifted as she moved. Her silk blouse rustled and that tight, dark-gray pencil skirt clung to her rump. Even with her coming at me, I could see how great of an ass she had.

So many wonderful lusts surged through me as she crawled towards me. She had such a big smile on her lips, so happy to prove her love for me by crawling. It was intoxicating. My cunt clenched. The heat swelled up my futa-cock.

Then she was at me. Her hand slid up my tights. She caressed my flesh. Tingles rippled through me. I groaned, the heat growing and growing in me. I groaned, loving every moment of this. It was incredible. I wiggled my hips from side to side. The pleasure swelled in me. I would have such a huge orgasm.

It would be outstanding playing with my boss.

“Mildred,” she moaned, pushing my skirt higher and higher. Her eyes stared at my bulge. “You have a cock. That’s so amazing. How?”

I winked at her. “You’ll see.”

“You’re so different,” she moaned. “So confident. Where has this amazing Mildred been? I could have fallen in love with you years ago.”

“I know,” I groaned. “But that’s the past. All that matters is that you love me now. You are mine.”

“Yours,” she breathed in delight. A big smile crossed her face.

Then she groaned as she revealed the pair of bronze panties I wore. My futa-dick throbbed in them. Pulsed. She pressed her face into my underwear, kissing at the satin fabric. She smooched right at my heavy nuts. She sucked on them through the fabric.

It was such a delight to experience.

My skirt around my waist, her hands hooked my waistband. She drew my skirt down. My futa-cock popped out. Her dark eyes focused on it. She moaned, licking those ruby lips. Her hips wiggled, her skirt rustling as she drew my panties down my thighs. The fabric caressed my skin. It felt incredible on me. I loved every moment of it.

She pulled the underwear down to my knees. Rolled them past my calves. I stepped out of them, my cock bobbing before me, balls swaying. The tangy musk drifted up to my nose. I savored the scent of my arousal.

What did she taste like?

I knew I’d find out.

“Mildred,” she groaned and brought those panties to her nose and inhaled them, too. Then she dropped them, not getting that rush like she did from the special pair. “Oh, this cock is gorgeous. You’re huge.”

“I know,” I said and then gasped as she grabbed me.

“So much bigger than any guy I’d fucked,” she moaned.

She stroked me and, with a wild groan, attacked the tip. I gasped at the manic way she licked at my cock. Her tongue became a pink blur streaking over my crown. She lashed it, whipping my cock with her wet tongue.

I gasped, my pussy clenching. Pleasure flowed down my shaft, warming my twat. My balls drank it in. She groaned, her hand pumping up and down my shaft. Her other grabbed my girl-balls. She kneaded them as she bathed the crown of my cock with her naughty tongue.

Then she swallowed the tip. She sucked me into her wet mouth. She nursed with passion. Her cheeks hollowed. Sloppy, slurping sounds rose. Drool spilled out of the corners of her mouth. I gasped in delight, my twat drinking in the pleasure.

“Oh, yes, yes, love me!” I moaned, my breasts jiggling beneath my bra. “Just like that, Athena.” I shivered. “Mmm, only I can call you Athena, right?”

She nodded.

“You’re Ms. Pearce to everyone else.”

She sucked harder, moaning her agreement.

Her humming passion rippled bliss down my cock. It fed that growing pressure in my balls. My pussy grew hotter. Juices soaked my bush. The tangy musk filled the air as she sucked and slurped and worshiped my girl-dick.

I groaned, my tits swaying from side to side. She gave me such bliss. It was amazing. I groaned, savoring every second of her licking and sucking and worshiping me. I would have such an explosion of rapture from her mouth.

“Oh, damn, that’s good,” I moaned. “Yes, yes, just like that. Oh, you’re going to make me explode.”

She shuddered, her eyes burning with delight. She sucked with such hunger, nursing with powerful suction. My body shivered. My balls twitched in her massaging hand. More and more drool ran out of her mouth as she brought me closer and closer to that moment of eruption.

“Just like that,” I moaned. “Oh, that’s good. That’s amazing. Oh, yes, yes, Athena. You love my cock.”

She sucked with all her might.

“You want my cum?”

She nodded, nursing.

“Then you’re going to get it!” I gasped. “Just keep sucking. Just like that. You are my slut! You love me. Worship me. Yes, yes! Athena!”

I threw back my head, my pussy clenching. The pressure rose up to the tip of my cock. I hit that frantic moment when there was no going back. My dick would erupt. I thrust my hips forward, slamming my cock to the back of her throat.

I painted her tonsils with my futa-cum.

The jizz boiled out of my girl-balls and burst out of my dick. It splashed into her mouth. She moaned in delight and then swallowed. She gulped down my seed. I gasped, my pussy convulsing. Shuddering. Juices gushed out, dripping down my thighs.

“Yes, yes, yes, Athena!” I moaned, the dual delights surging through my body.

I drank in the convulsing bliss from my cunt and the explosive euphoria from my dick. I rode that wonderful delight as she sucked out more and more futa-cum from my balls. They emptied my spunk into her hungry mouth.

I hit that peak of pleasure, pumping the last of my spunk into Athena’s mouth. She kept nursing to draw out the last of my cum. It was a wild delight to enjoy. I shuddered, savoring that wonderful delight spilling through me.

And down my thighs.

My cream ran hot from my cunt. I shuddered as I pulled back, drawing my cock from her hungry mouth. She gasped, a line of drool connecting my dick to her mouth. More drool spilled down her chin. She had made such a wicked mess.

“Did that prove how much I love you?” she asked.

“Mmm, it did,” I moaned. “But you’re always going to have to prove it.” I smiled. “What’s the best way for you to prove your love to me right now?”

She flicked her eyes to my cock. “You’re still hard, Mildred.”

“I’m a futa, not a man,” I said.

“Then I know what I have to do.” She grabbed her silky blouse and untucked it from her skirt. Then she pulled it up and over her breasts. Her round tits appeared cradled in a black bra. Her tits jiggled as her black hair swayed about her face. She adjusted her glasses then reached behind her. “You’re going to feel the depth of my love. My devotion.”

“I know I will,” I said, curious about what she would do.

She unhooked her bra. Straps spilled off her shoulder. Her breasts came out, nice and firm. Nipples hard. She shuddered, dropping her bra, and then attacked her dark pencil skirt. A short zipper rasped down on her left hip. The fabric dropped down her thighs and piled around her heeled feet. A black thong lurked beneath, a few curls of her trimmed bush peeking out the sides.

I shuddered as she shoved her panties down. I breathed in. Over my own tangy musk, her tart aroma filled my nose. I shuddered, my mouth watering at that delicious aroma. I inhaled deeply, my breasts swelling the front of my blouse.

“Yum,” I groaned. “You smell good.”

“Thank you,” she moaned and then darted to me. She undid the buttons of my blouse. There were three of them, large squares. She opened my blouse, my round tits held in a bronze bra matching the panties she’d already stripped off of me.

She groaned in delight and hugged me tight, pushing her naked boobs into mine. My futa-cock throbbed against her belly, her silky flesh rubbing on me. It felt incredible. I savored it as she unhooked my bra.

She pulled that off from between our boobs, and suddenly our naked tits were rubbing together. I shuddered as she moaned. She wiggled her shoulders as she dropped my bra to the floor, sliding her boobs over mine.

Our nipples caressed. Sparks flared.

She had this wild heat in her eyes as she stepped back. She bit her lip and then turned around. She bent over her desk, aiming her ass at me. It was such a submissive gesture, an acknowledgment that I was the one in power here. She wiggled her rump at me, her bush between her thighs. She grabbed both her firm butt-cheeks.

My boss parted them, exposing her asshole. “Fuck my butt, Mildred. Anal will prove how much I love you. I’ve never given this to any man, but it’s yours. I’m yours. I love you so much.”

“Yes, you do,” I groaned, my futa-dick throbbing. The ache swelled in my balls already. “Mmm, you are definitely going to love the gift I’m going to give you. You’re so bold.”

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Athena Pearce

Delight rippled through me at Mildred’s compliment. “Thank you!” I whimpered, my fingers holding my asscheeks apart. I felt so exposed, my butthole on display for her to enjoy. “I’m so glad I’m earning your gift. Your love.”

“Yes, you’ve earned it,” Mildred said.

Her transformation was so amazing. I would never have believed Mildred could have this confidence. Could be this sexy. Her pussy smelled so good, just the best thing in the world. She had that big cock. The salty flavor of her jizz lingered on my mouth. I shuddered, so aching for her to sodomize me.

She pressed the tip of her girl-dick between my butt-cheeks. I gasped as she slipped in between them. A hot delight shivered through me. She slid it up and down, stirring it between us. I closed my eyes and groaned in delight.

The wet tip went lower and lower until she found my virgin butthole. I didn’t know if this would hurt or not, but I was ready for her to sodomize me. Even if this was the most painful act in the world, I would give it to her.

Anal would prove my devotion. How much I loved her.

She pushed against my sphincter. I whimpered, feeling my anal ring widened. I wanted to clench down, to resist, but I forced myself to relax. This was my love’s futa-cock. My nipples throbbed against my desk’s surface as my sphincter stretched to its limits. It almost hurt. I groaned, strange sensations rippling through me.

Her cock popped into my bowels.

“Oh, my god!” I groaned.

“Mmm, that’s good,” panted Mildred. She slid her girl-dick deeper and deeper into my bowels. “Oh, that’s really good.”

“I’m so happy,” I moaned as her futa-cock spread me open. My anal sheath stretched around her.

It felt so weird to have her in my bowels. My asshole clenched about her, drinking in this velvety friction. It didn’t hurt. In fact, it was starting to feel good. Real good. The deeper into my bowels she penetrated, the more I moaned.

The more I liked it.

My body shuddered on my desk. My nipples rubbed into the surface. I groaned, the delight tingling through me. I shuddered, whimpering out my pleasure. It was all so good. So amazing. I would have such a huge orgasm.

I would explode on this girl-dick.

She was so deep in me. She had penetrated so far into my bowels. It was amazing. Wonderful. I gasped, my asshole squeezing down so tight on her girl-dick. I shuddered, a big smile crossing my lips. This was what I needed.

This was amazing.

Her bush rubbed into my butt-cheeks. Her hairless balls dangled against my taint. I had taken every bit of her. And then she pulled back. My back arched, pushing my tits into my desk. My nipples throbbed as I gasped out in delight.

“Mildred, I love your girl-dick in me!” I panted.

“I know,” she groaned. “God, you’re so tight, Athena. You’re going to make me cum so hard.”

“Good,” I moaned and then glanced at the clothing box on my desk. What had she bought for me? What delicious gift had my love procured for me?

I couldn’t wait to find out.

She slammed back into me. Her dick thrust in deeper and faster. I groaned, my bowels relaxing around her girl-dick. The pleasure swept through my body. I groaned, savoring every inch of her girl-dick penetrating into me. I gasped, loving it. This was amazing. Perfection.

She pumped away at me. Her balls smacked into my flesh. The velvety heat melted to my pussy. My cunt drank it in, my orgasm building and building with every moment. I gasped beneath her, trembling, my bowels clenching about her girl-dick.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, that’s so good, Mildred. Mmm, you’re fucking me so hard.”

“It feels so good!” Mildred moaned. “I can feel how much you love me. Ooh, your virgin bowels are going to make me explode!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, Mistress, you have to cum in me. You have to fire all your jizz into my bowels. I’m yours!”

“You are!” she groaned, thrusting faster and faster.

My pussy grew hotter. Juices soaked my bush. Trickles ran down my thighs, ticklish and delightful. Her girly balls smacked into my taint as her futa-cock plowed into my bowels. I shuddered, on the verge of my orgasm.

But I held it off. I wanted her to cum in me. I was showing her my love. My devotion. She buried into my bowels again and again. I loved every moment of it. Every last stroke of her girl-dick into me. She made me shiver. Gasp.

She made me feel so wonderful.

“Mildred!” I groaned. “Dump your cum in me!”

“Getting there!” She buried her girl-dick deep into my bowels. “Oh, I’m getting there. Athena!”

Hot cum fired into my bowels.

My orgasm exploded through me.

The pleasure raced through my body, triggered by her futa-dick dumping her jizz in me. My pussy convulsed. My asshole writhed around her girl-dick. The pleasure rushed through me, this heady ecstasy. I pleased Mildred. I gave her such bliss.

“Oh, god, yes, Athena!” she groaned, more and more of her futa-cum firing into me.

“Mildred!” I howled, my mind drowning in euphoria.

My asshole worked out all her cum while I shuddered on the table. My nipples throbbed on my desk. I quivered in delight, savoring that wonderful pleasure surging through me. I squeezed my eyes shut. I whimpered as my bowels milked out the last of her cum.

“Oh, Athena, that was amazing!” she moaned. “I felt all your love. Mmm, did you feel mine.”

“Every last drop,” I groaned, my body buzzing with the delight she gave me.

I shuddered as she pulled her girl-cock out of me. I felt her jizz brimming in my asshole. She filled me up with all that spunk. I couldn’t believe how amazing that felt. I just wanted to lie here forever. My eyes closed as I panted.

Pussy cream dripped down my thighs. I must have squirted out so much juices while I was quivering in delight. It was just the best. I wiggled my hips back and forth, savoring every last second of this bliss.

“Oh, that’s good. That’s really good.” Mildred sounded so happy. “Athena, open your present. You’ve more than earned it.”

I gasped and bolted upright. “Yes, Mildred. Thank you!”

Such joy shot through me. I was so lucky to get a present from her. She was amazing. I grabbed the white clothing box wrapped up in a purple ribbon. I pulled on the loose tail. The cloth whisked together and then it spilled open.

My pussy clenched in anticipation. Cum leaked out of my asshole.

Hands shaking with joy, I lifted off the lid. I did it slowly, savoring every moment of this. It popped free. I set it to the side with care. Next, I pulled aside the tissue paper to reveal a pair of black panties with red lace on them. They appeared naughty. The type of panties you’d buy for a lover.

“Oh, Mildred, they’re gorgeous,” I moaned, lifting them up. I stroked them through my fingers, sliding my digits across them. There was red on the crotch. Two lines of lace and… “Are they crotchless.”

“Yes, they are,” Mildred purred. “When I saw them, I thought of you.”

I whirled around to face her, tears filling my eyes. “Oh, thank you, Mildred. Can I put them on right now?”

“God, yes,” she moaned, stroking her dirty cock with eager delight. It was clear she was anticipating that something would happen.

I shuddered, my round breasts swaying as I stepped into the dainty pair. Right foot and then left. I drew them up, the fabric kissing my skin. Mildred groaned and bit her lower lip. She wiggled her hips back and forth, whimpering.

The fabric passed my knees. Then they hit my thighs. I groaned as they climbed higher. I stretched the elastic waistband over my rump. Mildred groaned, her hand pumping faster on her dirty cock. The fabric seated against my pussy and gripped my ru—

I came.

It was no ordinary orgasm, it was a powerful one.

The room spun around me. Pussy juices gushed out of my cunt. I gasped and moaned, trembling. I stumbled, grabbing my desk and then I was on the floor. I gasped and thrashed, my panties growing soaked with my juices.

“Oh, my fucking god!” I howled.

Tsunamis of rapture swept through me. Great tidal waves of bliss slammed into my mind. Stars burst across my vision as I drowned in ecstasy. I bucked on my side, my entire body writhing in the currents of euphoria flowing out of my pussy.

Something sprouted from my crotch. I swear to god that I felt something growing from me. It was thrusting from my pubic mound. It brushed the panties and then slipped out through the slit in the crotch. I groaned, trembling.

“Am I growing a futa-dick, Mildred?” I howled.

“Yes, you are,” Mildred moaned. She stood over me, looking so lovely, her brown hair spilling about her face. Her dark eyes gleamed behind her glasses. She licked her lips. “You are my futa, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “I love you! I love you so much! Thank you. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she moaned and put her foot on my hip. She gently pushed, rolling me onto my back. My futa-cock thrust up before me. I could see it bobbing. I groaned, my orgasm finally dying down.

Every inch of my new panties was soaked by my juices. My tart musk filled the air.

“Mmm, you’re going to do so much for me with those panties,” Mildred groaned. “We’re going to have so much fun.”

“Yes!” I gasped as she straddled me. She lowered down to sit on me. Was she…?

She was!

“Oh, Mildred, thank you! I’m so glad that you’re going to enjoy my new futa-dick.”

“Of course I’m going to enjoy it,” she moaned. She had such a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Why do you think I gave you those panties. I want to enjoy this big dick in me.”

She straddled me. I gasped at that. It was incredible. Then she lifted up my cock. She held me in her throbbing hand. Her pussy came closer and closer, covered by her brown bush. I felt this ache swelling in my… my…

My balls.

I had girly balls.

They were hard and aching. I groaned, savoring the feel of them full of my cum. I bit my lip as she lowered her pussy down to my throbbing futa-dick. Her curly pubic hair brushed the tip. I gasped at how amazing that felt. Then her hot folds rubbed into my crown.

“Mildred,” I moaned in awe as her pussy began engulfing my new girl-cock.

“Enjoy,” she said, her big dick and girl-balls swaying before her. “Just enjoy.”

“Yes!” I screamed as she swallowed me.

Inch after inch of my girl-dick vanished into her pussy. Her hot, silky, wet warmth engulfed me. My eyes widened at how incredible it was. My cunt drank in the heat. So did my new balls. I trembled on my back, my boobs jiggling.

I whimpered. Moaned. More and more of her engulfed me. My futa-dick was so big. I couldn’t believe how huge it was. I whimpered, my back rubbing into the ground. The pleasure swept over me. My breasts rose and fell, savoring this wonderful rapture.

“Mildred!” I gasped. “Oh, my god!”

“I know,” she moaned, squeezing her cunt around me.

That made this feel even more incredible.

Then she bottomed out on me, her futa-dick twitching over my stomach. I grabbed it, holding the hot shaft in my hand. I stroked up and down it. She shuddered, squeezing around my new appendage every time I stroked to the pinnacle of her cock.

I threw back my head. I whimpered, moaned. Pleasure fluttered through me. My heart hammered in my chest. My cunt clenched, drinking in the heat. The pressure in my balls increased. Then she rose up me.

“Mildred!” I gasped. “Oh, my god, this is amazing. I love you. I love being a futa! Thank you! Thank you!”

“Oh, our fun is just beginning!” she promised, her round breasts swaying. She pushed up her glasses and grinned down at me. “We’re going to do so much!”

“Yes!” I gasped as she slammed her pussy down my futa-dick.

Her hungry cunt engulfed my girl-cock. I whimpered and moaned, the heat rushing through me. My dick throbbed in her pussy. her silky flesh massaged me, increasing the pressure in my girl-nuts. They brimmed with my futa-cum.

I would fire the first load of my seed into Mildred’s pussy.

How did I get so blessed?

I pumped my hand up and down her girl-cock. I stroked her, my hand flying faster and faster. She moaned, squeezing her twat down around me. The pleasure rushed through my body. She moaned, her breasts bouncing as she rode me.

They were such delicious things to watch. I licked my lips, drinking in the sight of them heaving over my head. I shuddered, my twat clenching tight. This wonderful heat swept through my body. I groaned, my shoulder blades writhing.

It was incredible to enjoy. It was an amazing rapture to experience. This exciting bliss swept through me. My pussy drank it in, my balls aching with the pressure. I bit my lip, loving every inch of her cunt sliding up and down my futa-dick. My hand stroked hers, loving it.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, my god, that’s it. Ooh, Athena!”

“Mildred!”

“Are you going to cum in me?”

Whimpering, I nodded.

“Yes, yes, I want you flooding my pussy with all that futa-cum!” She slammed down my futa-cock, her dick throbbing in my embrace. “I want my pussy dripping in it.”

“I’ll baste your pussy, Mildred!”

My words sent my hand to flying up and down her girl-cock. She gasped, throwing back her head. Her brown hair flew about her face, her glasses gleaming in the sunlight flooding through my office window. She gasped and groaned, her cunt clenching about my futa-cock.

My balls ached. They were building and building with a load of girl-cum. I would have such a huge eruption. I would fire all that jizz. I would just erupt. So much spunk would fire from my cock. But not before she came.

I fought it.

I clenched my teeth against my first futa-climax.

My balls brimmed with so much cum.

My pussy itched, the feminine and familiar orgasm swelling through my twat’s depths.

“Mildred!” I moaned, caressing her girl-dick.

“Yes!” she howled. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s it. Just like that, Athena! Oh, we’re going to have so much fun!”

“We are!” I gasped.

She slammed her cunt down my cock. Her pussy burst into wild convulsions. Her dick pulsed. Hot cum fired from her shaft and splashed on my round tits. I gasped as she basted my breasts with her spunk. She coated me with her passion. She smothered my tits in her bliss.

I bucked on the floor as I exploded in her. “Mildred!”

My futa-cum pumped into her spasming pussy as her futa-passion splattered my body. She moaned, more and more of her spunk splashing on my tits. One spurt hit my mouth. It painted my lips. I loved it.

“Yes, yes, fire all that jizz in me!” she gasped, her pussy convulsing around my cock, milking at my erupting shaft.

I whimpered, my body shuddering as such rapture flooded through me. Two different delights. The wild and heady explosions from my futa-cock and the gentle and rippling bliss from my pussy. I bucked and moaned on the floor.

My tits rose and fell, dripping with her futa-cum. My cunt writhed, gushing out juices. It was wicked and wild. It was utterly delicious. Her pussy wrung out the last of my cum while my hand squeezed out the final drops onto my belly.

“Oh, yes, yes, that’s so good!” she moaned, her eyes fluttering. “Mmm, did you love your gift, Athena?”

“I absolutely did!” I moaned, my tits covered in jizz.

“And look at that mess we made,” Mildred purred. “In my pussy. On your tits.”

“Oh, no, I’ll have to clean that up.”

Her smile grew wickeder. “Why? That’s why you have that cute secretary.” Mildred leaned over me. “Did you know that your panties will mind-control anyone who breathes them. It’s why you love me so much.”

“That’s amazing,” I gasped. “You gave this to me.”

“I want your ambition,” she moaned. “Mmm, you’re going to do so much for me, aren’t you?”

I gasped, wicked ideas dancing in my mind.

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Mildred Dean

I sat naked on Athena’s desk, my thighs squeezed shut. She stood beside me, her new panties in her hand. She picked up her phone, her futa-cock throbbing out before her gleaming in my pussy juices. My cum ran over her tits, looking just delicious.

“Minako, I need you in here right away,” Athena said after a moment. Then she hung up.

A moment later, the door opened. “You needed to see…” Minako’s voice trailed off. The Japanese secretary gasped at the sight of our naked bodies. My futa-cock throbbed as the cutie gasped, “Ms. Pearce?”

“Mmm, I need you to smell these panties for me,” Athena said, stalking forward as she held her crotchless delights before her.

“What?” Minako gasped, her round face blanching in shock. She had those delicate, Japanese cheekbones and this porcelain, olive skin. Her narrow, black eyebrows rose in shock as she took a step back.

“I said to breathe in the musk from my panties,” Athena said with absolute authority cracking in her voice. “Not say ‘what’ or gape at me like you’re a mouth-breathing cretin that’s never heard a word of the English language.”

“I… that’s…” Minako swallowed then she took the panties from Athena and, gingerly, brought them close to her face. She gave just the small inhalation, a small twitch of her nose. “There, I…”

Her words trailed off as this look of awe crossed her face. That magical moment when the mind-controlling powers swept over her. I was so right about Athena. She had just the right sort of drive and ambition. She would do all that boring stuff while I had fun.

“Oh, my,” Minako said and sniffed again, this time longer. She brought the panties closer to her nose. “Is this your… your pussy, Ms. Pearce?”

“Yes, it is,” purred my futa-slave. “Mmm, isn’t that just the most delightful thing in the world?”

“Yes!” she moaned.

“Wrong!” Athena’s voice snapped through the air.

Minako gasped and flinched back.

“Mildred’s pussy is the most delightful scent in the world. I want you to go over there, shove your face in her pussy, and experience that heavenly aroma for yourself.”

“Yes, Ms. Pearce,” Minako gasped. “You’re so right. I’m so wrong. My deepest apologies.”

The Japanese cutie rushed over to me, her almond-shaped eyes focusing on me. I lifted my girl-balls and leaned back, my legs parted so she could have an easy time getting at my pussy. Her black hair fell about her face as she leaned over and nuzzled in. She inhaled deeply.

“That is the most delightful scent in the world,” she moaned. She brought her face closer. She pressed her nose right into my brown curls. She inhaled again. “Oh, my, yes.”

“Mmm, it is,” Athena said, staring at Minako’s ass.

I smiled as the Japanese secretary nuzzled her face into my bush while staring at my futa-slave. “Are you enjoying the sight of her rump, Athena?”

“It’s just so cute,” moaned Athena as she stroked her cock.

“Enjoy,” I said. “Unless I have a task for you, feel free to fuck any woman you can.”

“Yes,” moaned Athena. “Oh, Mildred, I love you so much.”

I smiled in delight and looked down at Minako. “Do you love me?’

She hesitated. “I love what you smell like, Mildred.”

“Of course you love her,” Athena said. “She’s amazing. You worship her and would do anything for her. Like me.”

“Yes!” Minako moaned and then licked my pussy with sudden hunger.

I groaned as she lapped at my cunt, my futa-dick quivering above her. My balls rested on the bridge of her nose, the two testicles spilling around it. Her eyes stared up at my cock while Athena came up behind the secretary. The futa grabbed Minako’s skirt and hiked it, sliding it over the cutie’s rum.

“Mmm, these panties are delicious, but they have to go,” moaned Athena, tugging down her secretary’s panties.

“Yes,” I moaned, leaning back and letting Minako lick my pussy. “Mmm, stroke my cock as you feast on me.”

“Yes, Ms. Dean,” she moaned and grabbed my cock.

The Japanese secretary stroked my cock and licked my pussy. I groaned, the pleasure swelling in my balls. It was delicious. At the same moment, Athena was pulling down the secretary’s panties. A throaty groan came from my futa-slave.

“I’m going to enjoy this,” she purred and pressed her cock between Minako’s butt-cheeks.

The secretary gasped into my twat. Her hand tightened on my dick. I loved that wonderful moment. Her tongue thrust into my cunt’s depths. She moaned as Athena groaned. Her breasts swayed as she drilled her cock into Minako’s ass.

My pussy clenched on Minako’s tongue as I watched the wicked sight. My futa-dick throbbed and ached, my breasts swaying. This heat rippled through me, stirred up by the moaning cutie. More and more of Athena’s cock vanished into Minako’s bowels.

Then my futa-slave bottomed out in the cutie.

“Yes!” gasped Athena. She grabbed Minako’s hips and drew back.

“Ms. Pearce!” squealed Minako into my cunt as Athena thrust forward.

I felt every one of Athena’s thrusts into Minako’s bowels shivering through her body. She moaned into my cunt and stroked my cock as she took that big dick in her ass. I groaned, loving it. My breasts swayed. I pushed up my glasses and then leaned back farther on my elbows.

I savored the pleasure sweeping through my body. This wonderful bliss built and built in my depths. My balls drank in the delight of her tongue and the stroking pleasure of her hand. Precum spilled from my cock’s tip. She massaged the gleaming cream into my shaft.

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Athena as she thrust forward, her tits heaving. “Oh, Minako, this ass. I’m going to fire my cum in this tight ass!”

“Good, Ms. Pearce!” the cutie moaned.

“Mmm, and I’m going to drown you in pussy cream!” I moaned.

“Wonderful, Ms. Dean! Please, please, drown me! I want it!”

She stroked me faster. Her tongue fluttered up my folds. She brushed my clit. Sparks flared. I gasped, my toes curling. The ache at the tip of my dick grew and grew. That wonderful pleasure would explode out of me.

The slap of flesh on flesh echoed through the room as Athena fucked her girl-dick in and out of the cutie. She fucked Minako hard. Fast. The futa pounded that sexy, Japanese beauty’s asshole with powerful strokes.

I loved the sounds. The moans. The way Minako fluttered her tongue against my clit. She fisted my cock with powerful strokes while caressing my bud. I whimpered, my orgasm building so fast now. Nothing would stop my orgasm.

I would have a huge one.

Just cum so hard.

My balls tightened. I groaned and shuddered. Minako whimpered. She sucked on my clit. She nursed on my bud, her hand flying up and down my cock. Athena plowed harder and harder into Minako’s bowels.

“Oh, my god, yes!” Athena gasped. “Shit, that’s it. That’s what I want. The way you squeeze it… Oh, god, yes! I’m cumming!”

She buried into Minako.

The secretary squealed around my clit as she felt that futa-spunk pumping into her bowels. She sucked on my bud and fisted my dick. I swear, she must be cumming, too. Her passion swelled through me.

My balls boiled over.

Hot cum fired out of my futa-dick. The white delight arced up and then rained down on my tits. The jizz splattered over me. I shuddered, loving that delight painting across my tits. My pussy convulsed. My cream gushed out.

Minako licked it up.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled.

“That’s it, Minako!” gasped Athena. “That’s how you worship Mildred. Yes, yes, just like that. You’re doing great. You’re such an amazing secretary. You keep doing this good, and you’ll be rewarded.”

“I’m so happy!” she moaned between licks of my cream.

Cum spilled over my tits. I shuddered, savoring this heat burning through me. I groaned, knowing that Athena would do so much for me. She would be driven to get wealth. Power. Prestige. She would claim it all for me.

I threw back my head and trembled as my orgasm died. I loved these panties. I was so glad P had given them to me.

“Mildred’s tits are dirty,” Athena hissed. “Clean them with your tongue.”

“Yes, Ms. Pearce,” Minako moaned.

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Chloe Quick

I squirmed through my next class. I felt so naked without my panties, but this plan would be amazing. I couldn’t wait for Ms. Escamilla to open her gift. I hoped she would wait for the lunch break so I could be there.

But she wasn’t under my power. Yet.

She would be.

It was so hard to focus. My girl-dick was throbbing. There were so many cute girls in my English class. Gina, Beverly, Clarissa, Tammy, and Jeanette were all gorgeous, eighteen or nineteen. Freshmen like me. God, I wanted to do such filthy things with them.

My pussy clenched, my poor panties fighting against my throbbing cock and my tide of cunt cream flowing out of me. It bit my lip, fingers flexing as I struggled to listen to Mr. Donaldson, my English professor.

Why did this have to be so boring? I just wanted to get to lunch. I wanted to have all that wonderful fun with Ms. Escamilla. It would be so hot. I wanted to ask for a bathroom break, but masturbation wasn’t what I needed.

I needed some sisterly attention.

Discreetly, I pulled out my cell phone. “Want to fuk?”

I kept my phone on my lap, hoping Mr. Donaldson wouldn’t notice.

“God, yes. Mr. Asshat is boring me. First floor bathroom.”

“Sounds good.” I raised my hand. “Mr. Donaldson.”

“Er, yes, Chloe.”

“I not feeling well. I think I need to visit the nurse.”

He sighed. “Okay.” He pulled out a pad and filled out a note. I’d have to bring it back or get in trouble.

My sis was an expert at forging the college nurse’s signature.

Pass in hand, I headed out, trying to look miserable. I slipped into the hallway and then smirked. I rushed through it, eager to get me some incest pussy. My big sis would be squealing on my cock. I hummed, grinning at the classrooms I passed.

I passed all those poor students who didn’t get to know the delight of having sex at our college, let alone the sheer joy of sliding their cocks into their big sister’s cunts. Only fucking my mom was a better incestuous thrill.

I reached the bathroom and burst inside.

Bryana was waiting for me.

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Verónica Escamilla

Curiosity piqued my interest as my second-period class took their test. Their pencils were scratching away. I brushed my finger against Chloe’s gift sitting on the edge of my desk. A clothing box wrapped in a purple ribbon, tied badly, off-center and lopsided like it was done in a hurry.

What had she bought me?

It was a little strange, but girls could get crushes on their professors, even female ones, at that age. Or maybe she was realizing she was a lesbian and starting to come out. This was further proof that she’d had a major life change.

I had to be on the watch to see if it would affect her grades and make sure that she had any support she needed.

I glanced at the clock. Half an hour left.

I pulled the box to me and grabbed the ribbon. I pulled with care, not wanting to make noise and distract my students. The ribbon came undone, the sound barely a whisper over the scratch of twenty-three pencils.

I lifted the corner of the box, spotting tissue paper and something white bunched up on top. A spicy scent filled the air. It had that wet musk of an aroused woman. My pussy went molten in a flash as this hunger surged through me.

I opened the box further and realized the bunched up cloth were panties. Wet ones. Soaked all the way through. They were sitting on tissue paper with something else beneath. I grabbed the panties, feeling how drenched they were.

It was the source of this mouth-watering scent.

She’d left her lacy panties drenched in her own pussy cream. I couldn’t believe this. I brought them to my nose and inhaled deeply. I squeezed my hand so tight around the dainty cloth, I wrung out juices that ran down my wrist.

I licked them up, savoring the spicy musk.

I breathed in again, this wild heat bursting through me. My heart pounded in my chest as I loved this wonderful aroma. My eyes squeezed shut as I inhaled again and again. I had never breathed anything that smelled better.

The aroma of Chloe’s pussy was intoxicating. I couldn’t stop breathing it in. I kept rubbing the panties against my nose. My students were taking the test as this wicked heat blazed through me. I squirmed on my chair.

My eyes stared at the cloth beneath. The amazing Chloe had given me something else. I had to see it. Holding the panties balled up in my right hand, my left pulled away the tissue paper with care so as not to disturb my students.

I revealed a pair of black, satin panties. They looked to have a naughty cut to them. High in the waist, almost like a French cut. I shuddered, touching the fabric. My pussy clenched as I breathed in that spicy musk again.

Chloe had given me panties.

I had to put them on right now.

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The Figure quivered.

Things were getting interesting.

To be continued…

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