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Yours truly, Jack the Ripper.

Another one dead, and papers had given the murderer a name, but no one was using it yet. The police still called him “The Whitechapel killer,” and the people on the streets called him just “the killer.” Nothing more was needed.

Almost everyone found time on their walking commute that morning (some leaving home to get to morning shifts, some going back home from night shifts to sleep through the morning) to peer at what neighborhood rumor held to be the bloody patch of Whitechapel Road where the body was found. Rose and a few others pointed out that the real crime scene was behind a house on Hanbury Street, but that didn’t seem to matter to everyone else. Women fretted and men puffed their pipes and everyone stared at the blood (or whatever it was) and talked. “T’ain’t for the likes of us to judge her now,” one woman said.

“That’s right,” said her friend. “No matter what she done, it was an awful turn.”

“They’re saying it’s a gang of robbers doing the killings,” one man said, refilling his pipe. Another shook his head. “That’s a got-up yarn. I rather wish it was true Bet your money this ain’t been done that way.” There was muttered agreement all around. The people of Whitechapel Road were rarely challenged in their expertise in the field of what wasn’t so. The average East Ender would admit that she might not know much but insisted she had a good enough head on her shoulders to at least never be fooled. It was an important distinction.

“Thank God I needn’t be out after dark,” another woman said. “But my two girls have got to come home late and I’m all of a fidget.” At that the crowd began to drift away, as if afraid they’d be preternaturally stuck to the spot until dangerous nightfall. They exchanged a few “Good mornings,” and “Best of lucks” as they went. Rose stayed behind, using a neglected cart on the corner as a stool. She was now almost completely certain she was going to die.

“Don’t talk like that,” Mary said, although Rose had not actually been talking at all. Maybe the other woman was particularly talented at reading her face, or maybe Rose had simply said the same thing enough times in the past. Mary was buying hatpins from a woman at the mouth of the alley and seemed quite pleased with herself when she showed them to Rose. Her smile was as bright and clean as a spring morning, and her dress and apron were immaculate. Even when she spent all night on the street Mary still kept her aprons perfectly white. It was almost annoying.

“You’re not going to die,” Mary said, sitting down next to Rose and watching a new gang of morning gawkers. “I mean, you are going to die. But not now. Not soon.”

“The woman the other night didn’t think she was going to die. None of the other murdered women did either. What makes us so special?”

“You’ve had too much news is all,” Mary said. “Come on: Good food and a good song is all you need. No more being glum.”

“I’m not glum,” Rose said, standing. “I just know the way things are. No one cares what happens to us, and now there’s this killer.”

“Lots of people care. I’d bet that more kind words have been spent on this street the last four weeks than in the whole last year put together.”

What Rose didn’t say as they trudged through the people, smells, the mud, and the smoke, was that she was fairly certain Mary was not going to die. Young, pretty, Irish, and always smiling or singing, Mary was the sort of woman the world liked. Mary would be all right even if a hundred murderers were on the loose. Rose was another story: no longer so young, no longer so pretty, with not a penny to her name as of that morning and few options for earning any except Whitechapel Road after sundown. She’d been working no more than a few streets from the latest murder, and only a few hours before.

Rose’s parents were long dead; her only brother was in prison; she’d never married (and never would be, she’d vowed). There was no one to miss her much. As a girl she’d run along these same streets and pursued bloody gossip on this new crime or that. That she would eventually end up fodder for a neighborhood tale herself only made sense. She was not glum about this; it was just the way things were. She had sense enough to be afraid, but also enough not to hope for much better.

They passed a newsvendor. He was selling out faster than he could restock. Those who couldn’t read clustered around those who could, and any man or woman willing to read aloud from the early morning edition soon gathered quite a fan club. A shop boy recited the front page in tremulous tones: “September 8, 1888: London lies under the spell of a great terror. A nameless reprobate, half beast, half man, is at large, gratifying his murderous instincts. Hideous malice, deadly cunning, insatiable thirst for blood: All these are the marks of the mad homicide. The ghoul-like creature who stalks the streets of London is simply drunk with blood!”

The killing of women was hardly a new affair, but something was different about this one. Rumor (which always flew a little bit faster than news) said this latest victim had been chopped to pieces, the body taken apart with surgical precision, in the dark and in a hurry, no less. How could a man commit such a bloody deed and then scamper away from the scene without any witnesses, no matter how dark the night?

“He’s a butcher, or a slaughterhouse man, I bet,” said one of the girls in the lodging house kitchen on Dean Street. Rose warmed her feet by the stove while nine or ten other women clustered around the table and held a fireside inquest on the latest killing. Mary served slices of the bread and butter they’d bought, singing under her breath as if the topic were nothing less cheerful than hop-picking (though this might have been due to the fact that she was also having her first drink of the morning. Even Mary’s best friends admitted she loved her drink).

“No one pays attention to a butcher with blood on his hands,” the expert witness continued. “Just a man coming home late from work, they figure, and Hanbury Street isn’t far from the meathouses.”

“A slaughtering man couldn’t do it this way, though,” another woman said. “Got to be someone used to cutting up people surgical-like, not just goring pigs. One of them fellas who works in the morgue, I bet.” Everyone had a theory: A butcher, a tanner, a policeman, a cannibal. “Maybe it‘s some man‘s wife, keen to stop him man from sneaking out visit all of us, one way or another,” a woman said, and they all laughed except for Rose.

They were split on the subject of what to do come nightfall. None of them had doss money for their night’s bed yet (except Mary, who did not sleep here anyway, who in fact rented an entire room all to herself on Miller’s Court), but the idea of going out to earn it past sundown gave everyone the chills. Not tonight. “Maybe,” one of the women ventured (in tones suggesting she knew already that it was a doomed enterprise), “Mother Morris will let us sleep on credit tonight, if we promise to pay double next time.” But everyone shook their heads. Mother Morris would turn the Virgin Mary trembling with child out onto the streets if one o’clock came without doss money in hand. They even joked that she’d evict herself is she was ever without four pence. She’d throw them straight onto the killer’s knife without a flinch.

Some suggested they should find a bed at one of the other rooming houses, where the landlord might be feeling charitable on account of the murders. Others said they should go out and work but take their chances doing it elsewhere, some neighborhood west of here where dead women weren’t regularly part of the morning cleaning detail. They agreed it was a good idea, but Rose knew almost none of them would actually do it. They would all be exactly where they usually were come nightfall and taking their chances. After all, at worst only one of them could be murdered. The rest would come home to a warm (enough) bed and another day’s living.

No one else seemed to feel the fear as sharply as Rose come sundown. Perhaps, she thought, this was another omen. Come 10 o’clock she was on her usual point on Brick Lane. It was a cold night and still looked of rain. She had two pense in pocket already and with just two more she could go in and pay for her bed, which would bring relief not just from the weather but the bloodied ghosts that seemed to walk the street So many women had died here, even before these new killings. She wondered if there was any spot on the Whitechapel Road that hadn’t seen a murder.

A man was trying to get her eye. He was drunk; probably a sailor. If he was game, she needn’t stay out here any longer. Normally she’d hold out for one more after this and have a few coins for breakfast, but not tonight. She smiled at him and it seemed to be all the encouragement he needed. Leaning in, he said, “Will you?” And she nodded and said, “Yes,” then took him by the hand. The streets were still wet and muddy, but a wall and some privacy was good enough. There was a courtyard nearby where she sometimes took customers, with a low wall that provided a little cover…but it was a courtyard just like that the latest woman had been murdered in. Right here in the alley would do. This one was too deep in his drink to complain.

She turned her back, leaned into the wall, hiked her skirts up and presented her backside to his rough hands. It was a very cold night indeed; gooseflesh was the instant result. The sailor fumbled with his breeches and allowed a stream of drunken Liverpool curses when they caught on something, but eventually he managed it. Rose felt something press against her cheeks as he gave it a few encouraging strokes. She parted her legs more. She worried at first that he might be too corned to find the right spot, but after a second he slid in, eliciting a squeak of surprise that she managed to turn into an appropriately encouraging half-moan. The rough face of the wall scoured her palms as he pushed into her, hips thrusting so hard that he all but bounced off her backside.

Rose knew every kind of man–every kind who came to the East End, anyway, and she wasn’t convinced that the ones anywhere else were much different. The sailor was what she’d call a showoff, but one interested only in impressing himself, which lucky for him wasn’t a difficult feat. He wasn’t bad, all told, but it wouldn’t have made a difference to her if he had been. What mattered wasn’t which men were good and which were bad but which were easy and which were difficult. The sailor was easy, enamored as he was with his own thrusting cock, swollen up to press against the confines of Rose’s easily accessible notch. She winced now and then; he was short but wide and coming at an odd angle, making it seem like he was filling her to the point of stretching.

She gasped and grunted and swore in the right places (keeping her voice down more than usual tonight) and when he finished she felt it immediately, a spreading wetness accompanied by a quivering pulse in his tackle, and that was it. She righted herself and let out the sigh of relief she realized she’d been saving up all night. It was over. She could pay for her bed and get off the street. She didn’t have to die yet. She felt like laughing but was afraid it might sound mad, and the sailor was still with her. He was busy hitching his pants back up.

“By the way, love,” he said when he was done. He reached into his coat…

Here it comes, she thought. She wondered what the knife would look like when he pulled it out? What would it feel like? She imagined the blade sinking into her windpipe and the sound she would make trying to suck a breath around six inches of metal before the blood choked her. She realized now why no one ever reported screams; she couldn’t have screamed if the queen herself had commanded it, even though it was the only thing in the world she wanted to do. All she could do was watch, with eyes wide. This was it…

But when the sailor’s hand reappeared all it held was an extra coin. He put it in her palm. “I hear the news. It’s not safe out here for women. You take that and get home.”

Rose looked at the penny as if she didn’t know what it was. She said “Thank you,” automatically, without thinking about it, and then again a second time, more firmly. The sailor looked quite pleased with himself, even taking off his cap and making what he probably imagined to be a very respectful gesture as he escorted her back to the street. Half an hour later Rose lay in bed, doss paid with enough leftover for a meal in the morning. She was tired enough to sleep even in spite of the mutterings and unrest of the women in the other beds and the noises of those out on the street who hadn’t earned their night yet, but she didn’t let herself go to sleep right away. She was busy thinking.

In that second when the sailor reached into his pocket, Rose’s notions about her own death crystallized. In a way, it was like it had really happened. When the time comes, she thought, it will be no worse than this, because I’ve been through it already. There was no bottom after this. This heartened her. It was a strange brand of courage, but it was the only one she could afford.

***

No one died that night, or the next, or for some weeks, but no one stopped talking about the murders either. The police made reassuring noises about their investigation, but no one (the girls on the street least of all) believed they really had any clue who they were looking for. The papers soon confirmed the worst of the neighborhood gossip: Not only had the latest dead woman been dissected right there where she died, it seemed the killer had even taken some of the choice parts with him.

“The whole operation was performed to enable the perpetrator to obtain these parts of these body,” the doctor said at the inquest. “I myself could not have performed all the injuries I saw on that woman in under a quarter of an hour.” Now the talk of butchers and slaughterhouse men died off, replaced by suspicious whispers about medical students, body snatchers, army surgeons, even barbers and dentists. Surely they’d catch him soon now? How many madman doctors could there be?

It was terrible for business. At night, the East End became a ghost town. When the shops closed it marked the beginnings of a virtual footrace home, leaving vast blocks of the city empty except for the patrolling policemen, some in uniform and others inadequately disguised in evening clothes, their height and broad shoulders fooling no one. “If only they’d buy we’d have ourselves a whole new game here,” one of the girls joked. Rose worked anyway, and come Sunday she finally had enough extra scraped together to take a trip down to Commercial Street.

She didn’t want to go. She would almost rather be killed twice over than make one trip to a certain counting house at the edge of the neighborhood. But she went anyway. The office, when she came to it, was shockingly clean and tidy. Whenever she was here she looked around for a man who must be paid to mop the floor and wipe every window seconds after anyone came in or out. She didn’t see him, but she was still confident such a person must exist.

A fidgety clerk answered her and when she told him why she was here he seemed to swallow his tongue. Rose tensed. She knew what was coming even before the clerk opened his mouth to say, “Mr. Rees wants to speak with you.” Rose must have glowered because the clerk flinched “I can’t say why,” he added, with the tone of an apology. “But he made very certain I knew that if you came in I was to send you straight to him. I’m very sorry…”

And he was, Rose knew. So rather than vent her anger she let him show her up the stairs to the office she was already too familiar with, where Rees had, for all she knew, been waiting for her all day. He was a man hovering in that unidentifiable range of not yet being old but no longer being young. He was well dressed but gave Rose the impression, as always, of a knot that had been drawn entirely too tight. She thought that he might be looking a little better than the last time she’d seen him, a little less tired and a little more healthy. This annoyed her. She wanted him to look a complete wreck, if he could manage it. It would be the decent thing.

He closed the door and Rose sat. She was holding her bag in her lap but realized it made her look nervous and small, so she put it on the floor, then made a point of holding her head up. Rees offered her tea. “No thank you. I’m here for business. I’d like if in the future your people could handle me, like any other customer.”

“You’re not any other customer.“ He sat not at his desk but in the chair beside hers. Even as he said it he nodded at her purse and held out his hand like a petty landlord. She produced a handful of coins tied in a handkerchief. It was a miserably small sum, she knew, but she refused to blush when handing it over. Rees counted it into his palm and then deposited them in a till under his desk. Rose looked at him expectantly. “I would feel better if you at least recorded the sum.”

“I record every payment on every debt owed me by any person in the entire city, except you,” Rees said. “Yours I always remember. Would you like to know it? I can recite it to the last digit.” He smoothed his trousers with his hands. “I’d like to apologize for last time.”

“I’m sure you would, but I’m only here to make a payment. I’ll show myself–“

“I was thinking,” Rees said, and here he loosened his necktie, with his left hand even though he was right-handed, a gesture she knew so well she could have replicated it perfectly if she ever wore such a thing herself. “You were right what you said. I didn’t take enough care. Maybe you’d be more inclined to the bargain I suggested if we got married first.”

He looked at her with a perfectly level, unflinching gaze, one she suspected he’d practiced in a mirror. Many different responses warred for prominence in Rose’s mind, among them walking straight out of this building and then out of London entirely, possibly not stopping until an ocean was reached. What she did instead was laugh, right in his face.

“That’s absurd.”

“Why?”

“I can’t marry you. I hate you.”

“That’s never stopped a lot of people.”

“Fine then: I can’t marry you because it’s blackmail.”

“It certainly is not!” He actually bristled.

“If I were to say yes, you’d have Thomas released?”

“He’d be family at that point, my brother in law. There are no debts between family. But I don’t want you to marry me for his sake. I want you to marry me because you still love me.”

She laughed at him again, but even in her ears there was a tinny sound to it, like an empty can bouncing off a stone.

“If you let yourself think about it without pride in the way you’ll realize it’s a smart proposal,” Rees said. “You’re never going to earn enough to pay Thomas’ debt. And how many other men are going to be willing to give you the kind of security I can?” Her face must have darkened at his “willing” because he jumped to save face. “I only mean that none of us are as young as we used to be. We’ve both got to think realistically. We used to talk about it. We said that we’d wait until I was a success. Well, I am now. This might look like a shabby enterprise to you, but it brings money. What are we waiting for?”

“We were both very different people when we had those talks. You in particular. How could I look my brother in the face knowing I married the man who put him in prison?”

“He’s in prison because he took a loan he knew he couldn’t pay back.”

“But you offered the money knowing he couldn’t pay and knowing perfectly well he trusted you more than he should have.” She stood. “I have nothing else to say. I’ll be back in two weeks, and I’m leaving the money downstairs if I have to throw it at you.”

“Wait.” He all but threw his body in front of the door. Rose held her breath and counted to five, but when she was done the urge to slap the nose off his face hadn’t gone away. If anything it was stronger. “Women are dying,” he said. “You don’t trust me and you don’t think I deserve a second chance; fine. But is it worth throwing your life away? Can you really look me in the eye and tell me that the next time you’re out in a dark alley, not sure if the killer is looking over your shoulder, that you won’t wish this conversation had gone differently?”

Rose chose her words very carefully. “If you really care about me, then tell me you’ll call off the debt without making me agree to anything first. If you do that, I promise I will never step foot outdoors after dark until they put a noose around the killer’s neck.”

They looked each other eye-to-eye. The clock ticked off ten seconds. Rees blinked first, then sagged. Rose pushed by him. “Good day, Mr. Rees.”

She expected to be venomously angry when she left, but instead she felt a kind of dull, dreadful calm. She slipped into the crowd on the street and let it carry her off. Crowds in this neighborhood always felt like swimming in a river of tar. Rees thought of himself as a class apart now that he had money and a house elsewhere, but his business was still here, and the East End was a mark you couldn’t wash off that easily. It was the same for everybody: the butchers, the builders, the sewing girls. Whitechapel Road was in their skin and blood, Rose’s most of all. The killer, too, whoever he was. Maybe he lived somewhere else, but he kept coming back to this place because he belonged here. They all belonged…

Suddenly the crowd all changed direction, turning and going at once, like a flock of birds. Someone was calling out, and then everybody was calling out. Rose tried to go the opposite way but the wave of humanity threatened to crush her. Out of necessity more than desire she ran with them. All at once they had ceased, she realized, to be a crowd and become a mob. She‘d lived here long enough to taste the difference in the air, although what everyone was worked up about she didn‘t know until they approached the corner of Flower and Dean Street and she saw that they were chasing a group of policemen. No, she corrected herself: the police were chasing someone and the mob (herself included now) were on his tail as well. A voice shouted: “It’s the killer! They’re on him, they’re on him!”

Rose’s heart leapt into her throat.

That was how they all ended up surrounding the old house on Flower Street while the constables lurked in the doorway, apparently torn between their desire to go in and capture their quarry and keeping the mob at bay. Every third voice was a shout of “Bring him out!” and “Get a rope, a rope!” Tools were wielded as clubs. Those without any found stones or sticks. A few people even brandished their own shoes. The policemen shrank further back into the doorway, trying to get the frame between themselves and the mob. Pulse racing, Rose looked at the woman standing nearest her, an old thing with a grey bun of hair, and said, “Is it really the killer?”

The woman set her jaw and nodded. “Saw ‘im myself. Took one look at those police and scarpered. It’s him, all right.” And then, with an arm thinned by age but not much weakened, she raised a stone and let it fly. It bounced off the side of the house. Soon the air was filled with clanging, clashing, battering missiles, pelting the walls like the volley of a siege. Then came the rope, tied into a hasty hangman’s knot and passed from person to person like a holy relic, until it reached the front line and the tallest man in the crowd raised it up to chants of, “Bring him out, bring him out!”

Rose was surprised to find her voice joining in. The words built up in her gradually, like a long piss she could hold only so long before the guttural cry pushed its way up and out of her and into the morning air: “Bring him out! Bring him out!” Her hands found a stone. Its weight reassured her. The crowd surged forward and the police fell back, and somewhere in that house the killer was waiting–frightened? Defiant? They’d soon find out.

Except they wouldn’t. New policemen arrived, more than Rose had ever seen in one place, and, with pushing and prodding and shouts and threats, they forged a path. It looked like the Red Sea parting, and even then the warnings of the constables weren’t enough to stop most people from letting whatever weapons they had let fly in a clattering rain when the suspect was finally, finally brought out and whisked away. Rose saw him as they paraded him by: shaking, wide-eyed, pale. He looked like an animal in the bottom of a pit, waiting for the hunter to come. He was close enough that she could have cracked his skull with the rock in her hand. Her fingers clinched, but she stopped herself from taking the shot.

Barely.

***

He wasn’t the killer, of course. The arrested man just a neighborhood drunk, wanted on charges of (accidentally) hitting a child with a brick during a brawl. He’d finally poked his head out of hiding and when the police recognized him and gave chase the sight of a fleeing criminal whipped the neighborhood into a frenzy. Or maybe the frenzy had been there all along.

Common opinion around Whitechapel Road was now that no Englishman could be the killer. Probably the murders were being committed by an immigrant–maybe one of the Polish Jews. Rose overheard two morning men discussing it: “Put them all on a ship back, I say. Never should have let them in in the first place.” His partner, though, objected. “Jews have an absolute horror of blood. They soak their butcher’s meat in water before they will prepare it. I’ve seen a Jew shrink from anything with as much blood in it as a beef steak. It couldn’t be one of them.” But the other didn’t seem convinced, and neither did the neighborhood.

There was other talk. There were even arrests, but none that came to anything: A bricklayer confessed to the murders, but he shortly proved a liar and the police threw him out. Then they brought in a barber who had once been a surgeon’s assistant, a madman with a habit of brandishing knives in the middle of arguments. No one doubted he was a menace, but the police were eventually forced to admit he wasn’t the killer. There was a butcher too, and a Jewish shoemaker (the neighborhood’s favorite suspect) who was always in the habit of carrying his leather-cutting knife and who sometimes harassed the girls at night. They were all arrested with much fanfare and all released a day or two later, quietly.

Some of the girls took to carrying knives themselves. Rose was one of them. She knew that the killer would most likely take her from behind with her skirts raised, leaving her no opportunity to defend herself, but she still liked having it. Times like these called for knives. The day she bought it she ended up out on Brick Lane again, shivering and waiting in vain for anyone to buy. She’d made no money and in a few more hours the last beds at the lodging house would all be rented. She’d be on this corner until sunrise…

Two women passed–or what appeared at first to be two women. They looked unusually strapping girls, with wide shoulders and strong chins. Rose bit her hand to keep from laughing. It was almost worth the cold and the danger to see two policemen on a beat in dresses and ladies’ hats. They might not catch the killer, but they’d catch more than their share of double-takes.

The opposite way came two men, walking almost abreast, one a young man in a cap, the other an older fellow in striped trousers and a long coat and beard. She thought at first they were together but soon realized they were simply walking the same direction. Taking a breath, Rose stepped out and smiled at them. It was so dark and fog-cursed that they didn’t see her until they were only a few feet away. The older man slowed and lingered, the younger passing but then stopping too when he saw that he’d lost his de facto company. Rose smiled wider and was about to say something when the bearded man beat her to it, asking “Did I frighten you, Miss?”

It was an odd question–frighten her how? With what? She opened her mouth to deny it but her voice caught. There had been an eagerness to the man’s words, and now that he was close she saw that his eyes were very wide, the whites reflecting the yellow lamplight. His lips parted, showing the edges of glittering teeth. He was all twisted up, like a man caught in an orgasm…or perhaps a thrill of a more sadistic kind. He took a step closer and seemed to be reaching for something…

“Hey you!” It was the young man in the cap. Rose heard his footfalls and felt a presence at her back, and now it was the bearded man who froze. After a second of dithering he turned and half-sprinted into the fog. The impression of his black silhouette didn’t fade for some time. Rose stood like a woman in a dream until the young man snapped his fingers to get her attention and she started to breathe again. “Are you all right, Miss?”

“I’m fine. What was that all about?”

“He had a knife.” Rose started. The young man nodded. “He was hiding it in his sleeve. I thought…well, anyway, he’s gone now.”

“Yes,” Rose said, with a hint of doubt. “Do you think he was…?”

The young man shook his head. “Nah. If he really was, he’d never have done it with me standing here. There’s all sorts of rampers about who think it’s funny to scare the women now. My mate took to waiting on corners like this and jumping at the girls as they came around. Last week one of them did down on him with her bag. She was keeping a brick in it.”

“Even so, you were very brave to help me like that,” Rose said, remembering herself. She touched his arm. “Would you like to go somewhere?”

His eyes got very wide. “I’m not…that is to say, I’ve no money, Miss. I’m out of work. I’d gone to meet a man tonight who said he had a job for me, but it wasn’t true. I’ve nothing in the world to pay you with.” He looked at his feet and crushed his cap in his hand. She made him look up again and, not quite realizing what she was saying, told him:

“That’s all right. We’ll just call it a thank you.”

“Huh?” he said, but she didn’t answer. If she thought about it long enough to say anything she’d change her mind and she didn’t want to change her mind. She took him by the hand and dragged him along, stunned look and all.

She took him to where someone had left an empty cart in their hurry to evacuate the neighborhood before sundown. It was dry and provided a little cover, and the fog even more. The boy (and he was a boy, 18 years old, he said) looked by turns startled, disbelieving, terrified, and clumsily eager. He was a freckled thing with unruly hair and trousers that had been mended too many times, the sort of East End boy you could find on streets like this since the days the first brick was laid on the road. She went to pull her skirts up and get straight to business like usual, but then changed her mind. Instead she kissed him–and when was the last time she had kissed anyone? He the tasted like strawberries, and the bare whisper of a light beard tickled her. She teased him by taking his cap off and holding it away, telling him he wasn’t going to get it back until she said so. Then she pushed a hand into his trousers. He squirmed.

“Don’t be shy,” she said. “I’ve seen all kinds.”

“It’s not that. It’s just…that is, I never–“

“Ah. Never you worry. I’ll be gentle.”

When she discovered his half-swollen cock (“a lobcock” the neighborhood girls called it when it was like that) she stroked it with her finger and thumb in a circle, from the base all the way down to the end, and with each stroke it grew, like a stage performer’s trick. Soon she had quite a steed on her hands, and she tested it by squeezing just below the head. It was swollen up so much that anymore would hurt, and the boy let out a kind of pained mewling. Taking her cue, she raised her skirts and drew the boy down with her, tangling him up in her arms and whispering: “Enjoy yourself, but be quick. There might be people about.”

It was like a little light went on in some part of his brain that had never been used before. She pictured a factory machine churning to life, slow at first but picking up speed until it was finally humming along. The cart was not entirely stable and threatened to tip over and deposit them both onto the street, but Rose held on as tight as she could without risking splinters, letting the boy hammer away until he was worked right up into a frenzy. She nudged him along by throwing her arms around his shoulders and making cooing noises in his ear. He was awkward but ardent. She liked it. Her nipples turned up and her loins clenched tight and wonderful wet sensation spread below. She soon had her legs up (in such a way that no one who happened by could have any misconception about what was going on) with her heels clicking together every time he went in again. She kissed him and licked his neck, tasting the hot sweat cooled by the autumn fog. He was a hot young morsel and she felt likely he would burn her.

When it was done he went off with what felt like the pop of a champagne cork inside her. A feeling like a giddy hiccup fluttered up, as if she were drunk. In the panting aftermath he looked unsure what to do, so she unspooled herself from him, kissed him underneath the ear and, after a few seconds to catch her own panting breath, said: “Put your pants on. Run home. And look after yourself.”

When he was gone Rose straightened herself up. She did not know why she’d done that, except that at the time she’d wanted to. It was not because he’d “saved” her from anything, although there was a certain charm to his stammering heroism. She had just felt the desire–fleeting but pronounced–and acted on it. It left her bemused now, but she reminded herself that it was a natural thing. And anyway, it’s not as if she was going to do any real business tonight. In the end, she felt pleased. The man with the beard had not been the killer. It had been weeks since the body in Hanbury Street and, though the neighborhood had been a roiling cauldron ever since, nothing had really happened. The sun would come up soon and Rose was still alive. Maybe it was time to–

And then she heard it: A hysterical voice crying in the dark. It said: “Murder! Murder! Murder!”

***

Two in one night this time. The first had her throat slit on Berner Street. The second was cut apart in Mitre Square, and again the killer had apparently taken some pieces with him. Every square foot of the East End had been crawling with policemen, but as usual no one had seen a thing. A ghost might as well have been doing the murders.

The buzz around the neighborhood became a rumble. People grabbed up newspapers so fast they almost took the newsman’s arm off. The killer–or someone claiming to be the killer–was writing the news agencies letters now, even little poetry that every man and woman and child soon knew by heart. Sales in locks, knives, and clubs went through the roof. Men of the neighborhood, as angry with the police as the killer, took to wandering in semi-organized mobs, armed and prepared to set on anyone who looked halfway like someone they thought was behind it all. Sometimes they found someone. Sometimes more than one in a night.

The vigilance committees offered a reward of 1,200 pounds (Rose‘s jaw dropped when she heard the sum) for any information leading to an arrest. The police offered a full pardon for any accomplice willing to turn the killer in. No one came forward. Things got worse. A butcher’s apprentice in the neighborhood cut his own throat, explaining in a letter that he was afraid the police or the mobs were “after him for the murders.” A housewife only a few blocks away hanged herself in despair. Her griefstricken husband said that she’d been able think about nothing but the murders since news got around, and these latest were too much for her. Some were quick off the mark: A man who owned a waxwork nearby took a bucket of red paint to a few of his figures and passed them off as reproductions of the crime scenes. People complained, but they still paid to see it.

When they held a funeral for one of the new victims, the footways were crowded five deep to see her elmwood coffin (a gift from the funeral home) make its trip to London Cemetery. Some of the women carried infants in one arm and strewed flowers on the grave with the other. Even the roughest looking men doffed their caps as she rode by. Weeks passed without another murder, but no one relaxed. This wasn’t the end yet. It couldn’t be.

This was about the time Rose came to stay with Mary. Mary lived in a room on Miller’s Court, a place with just two windows (one of them broken), a table, a bed, and a fireplace. It wasn’t much, but warmer than a corner. And, more importantly, it had a door that locked. Mary’s young man had walked out because of her drinking and her going out to work, so she took Rose in. “I feel safer with someone else here,” she explained. “And you’re not like the other girls who work.” Which meant that Rose did not drink, unlike Mary. Two drinkers should not live together, but one was fine if the other person allowed for it, which Rose did. It would be winter soon, after all.

There was another reason too: The rent was four sterling a week, and Rose could work for it. Customers came knocking (Mary didn’t go out at nights anymore–no one did if there was anything else they could do–but her men knew they could come find her) more often if there was more than one girl to choose from and they wouldn’t have to wait until the last fellow was done. Most of the men came for Mary, of course, as she was the young one and the pretty one, but there was enough for both. More than Rose had seen even before the killings, truth be known. And here, behind four walls and a door, they felt safe. The killer always did his work out on the street.

Tonight’s final customer had a particular request. Rose was unsure about it but Mary was game, and anyway he was paying extra. He sat in a chair by the fire (which was burning low despite the cold night) while the two women sat on the bed half-dressed and, tentatively at first, kissed. Rose wasn’t sure what she’d expected it to be like, but in the end it was little different from kissing a man. Mary’s body (shortly pressed against her own, drawing an approving hum from the customer) was soft and lithe, true, but Rose had been with men whose bodies felt little different in that regard. Hard ones, soft ones, fat ones, short or tall, young and old ones: she knew it all.

What was different were the curves. Whenever she put her hands someplace expecting to feel one thing she instead felt something a little bit different. It was strange, but not unpleasant. She’d thought at first that she would simply close her eyes and imagine she was kissing a man, but that turned out to be harder than it sounded (particularly since, when the time came, she could think of no man she wanted to kiss). Instead she let herself think about Mary. Mary, who was the prettiest girl on Whitechapel Road anyway, and whose hair was always full of curl and whose smile charmed men right in off the streets. There were plenty of men who would relish the thought of being in Mary’s bed. Rose could enjoy it too, for whatever it was worth.

She glanced over and saw their paying customer stroking himself with furious motions. This was meant to be a little show to get him going before one (or both) of them would help him finish, but it didn’t look like he was going to make it that far. Intrigued, Rose tried an experiment: She put a hand on the spot where Mary’s cleavage gathered and squeezed. This produced a not-unpleasant thrill for her and an almost spasmodic performance from the man in the chair. When Mary did the same thing to her he looked like he might faint. The two women continued to fondle each other this way, and Rose leaned in to kiss Mary underneath the chin and along the neck. The younger woman let out a perfumed sigh and reclined a bit, offering easier access to her body. Rose bit her lip. How far were they willing to take this, she wondered?

Mary answered by pulling her dress half off, exposing her breasts. Crooking a finger, she beckoned Rose in. They were strangely cool against her lips, to match their milky complexion. Mary ran her fingers through Rose’s hair and cooed a little. Rose paused, uncertain quite what to do; after all, they only had to make it look good for the customer. No need to buy the whole bag. Still, why not? She licked one nipple and Mary feigned surprise. “Oh, you naughty thing,” she said, but then reclined, pushing them forward. Rose closed her mouth completely over one and nibbled before sucking. She had never quite understood men’s fixation on breasts and was actually relieved that street customers were interested in only one thing and didn’t bother with the rest, but she admitted now that there was something base and appealing about it. The wet sound her lips made, the theatrical gasp that Mary supplied, and the flush that spread over her white Irish skin were tawdry but gratifying.

Mary put her hands on Rose, ALL over Rose, ending by cupping her bum in both hands and squeezing. At first she was confused as to how to react, but then she noticed the looks Mary was giving the customer. Rose saw the man was rapt, to the point that he’d even almost stopped masturbating himself. Taking her cue, Rose winked at him and even blew him a small kiss. He almost looked embarrassed. Rose felt a small rush. She’d thought since she wasn’t as pretty as Mary that she couldn’t do things like that and get what she wanted, but it worked. I’m in charge of this, she realized. I thought he was because he’s paying the money, but really it’s me–it’s us. She turned her attention back to Mary, hiking up her skirts so that the customer could see Mary’s fingers splayed across her backside. Rose pulled her own dress down and drew Mary’s face in. Mary pretended to resist and Rose pushed her harder. The other woman’s lips on her naked skin felt odd and ticklish, but her blood was racing and she felt giddy with power.

She dragged the remainder of her clothes down her body, wanting to feel as much of Mary’s naked skin against hers as she could. Every touch and kiss and nibble Mary did made Rose gasp and squeal and flirt more, which made the customer more and more vulnerable. It seemed like a small miracle, how a tiny thing done over here could incite such a profound reaction over there. Rose didn’t know it, but she felt the way a born musician does the first time she picks up an instrument. She had Mary pressed against the headboard, squeezing the Irish girl’s naked breasts with one hand and putting two fingers of the other into Mary’s mouth. Mary’s wet pink tongue tickled her. Rose felt wetness blossoming between her legs and, distinctly, smelled the same between Mary’s. She bit her own lip as her eyes strayed down there. Should she? Did she dare? What would happen if…”

The question was rendered moot when the man in the chair finished himself off. He breath caught in his throat and held until he released with a painful sounding grunt. He dribbled all over himself (and, Rose noted with annoyance, a little on the floor) and immediately looked embarrassed. He ended up paying even more than promised, seemingly for the privilege of getting himself out of the room, leaving only with a gasped “Thank you!” and half of a good night. Mary locked the door. Both women looked at each other, unsure what to do–and then they broke into almost hysterical laughter.

Rose flopped down on the bed and laughed herself silly. It took even longer for Mary to quiet down. A cozy feeling permeated the little room. They ought to have been embarrassed to look at each other but as they dressed again they were all smiles–not lusting looks, but one redolent with the smug satisfaction of having gotten away with something and that only they two would ever know about. The comfort of it was almost enough to lull Rose to sleep, but Mary roused her back to the world of the waking with an unexpected question:

“Do you ever think about leaving London?”

Rose had several answers, first that she couldn’t leave when Thomas needed her (even if he didn’t want her help, even if he refused to take her visits), second that women like them talked about leaving but never did, third that there was nowhere else in the world she could think to go and that she imagined life outside the East End the way a fish imagines dry land. But she knew better than to say any of that.

“Did I ever tell you about France?” Mary went on. “I was there when I was 21. This man fell so in love with me he paid to bring me along. Like he could just pack up a mistress in his valise for a trip. This is when I worked out in the west, in a proper house instead of on the street like we do now.”

Rose cocked her head. “No, you never did tell me.” Most of the time she’d have assumed such a story was a lie, but Mary was one of the most stupidly honest people Rose had ever met. The Irish girl started brushing out her hair. “I came back after two weeks, though.”

“Why?”

“The man. But I wanted to go back, once I had the money. What would you say to the two of us going together? I always imagined I’d run off there with another man, someone I really loved, but…” She paused. “A man makes things harder. I think the two of us would have it better. There are enough men in Paris for us anyway. Rich and handsome men.”

“Frenchmen wouldn’t be interested in the likes of me.”

“You don’t do so bad for yourself. And I’d be there to help you. It really is as beautiful there as everyone tells you. And it’s away from all this. We could both start over.”

Rose had never imagined such a thing. Places like that might as well be fairy tales for as real as they were to someone like her. Even Knightsbridge was too far and too unreal for her to believe in unless she was looking right at it. But for Mary places like that could be real. Mary, for as hard as Rose knew her life was, had always seemed charmed. Of course Mary could go to work in a West End brothel and end up spirited away to France by a rich man when she was 21–and of course she could walk away from all of it like it was nothing. That was exactly the sort of thing that happened to a woman like her. Those things could never happen to Rose or any other normal person. …but maybe it would be different if someone like Mary was with her? Rose bit her lip. “Where would we ever get that kind of money anyway?”

In reply Mary put down her brush, went to the fireplace and, as Rose looked in wonder, pulled out a stone. Behind it was a lockbox (though the lock was broken), and inside that was a wad of banknotes so thick Rose would have had trouble getting her fingers around it. She gaped. “Oh my God…where did…you can’t keep that kind of money just lying around. People steal.”

“That’s why I hid it. I’ve saved for years. I should have more, but you know how I get. Still, it’s a lot. Not enough for a trip for two yet, but maybe soon, if we both work and I don’t slip up too much…in the spring. We could go in the spring. How about it?”

“I…need air.” Seeing Mary’s furrowed brow, Rose said, “I’m all right, really. I just had no idea. I’ve never left London. I barely every leave Whitechapel Road. I need to think.”

Marry nodded and touched her arm. “Of course. I’m sorry to surprise you. Go for a walk. But don’t be gone so long it gets dark, all right?”

But Rose was gone until dark, and long after. She actually went back and rented a bed from Mother Morris, something she hadn’t done in weeks. She didn’t dare go back to the room on Miller’s Court, not with the thoughts she was thinking. In the creaky old bed in the drafty lodging house, Rose stayed awake and fretted. She thought about all that money in the old box behind the fireplace. Money that no one knew was there…

She could go with Mary. They could work through the winter and leave in the spring and never have to come back to the East End, with its cold nights and coal dust and dead women cut up in alleys. Rose could hold onto the hem of Mary’s dress as she flew both of them off into some wild fairy tale life where they’d become a different people entirely. That was something she could do.

Or she could just take it. There was enough money there to get Thomas out of jail with enough left over for Rose to go somewhere else and get a new start. Not as far as Paris, God knew, but she didn’t need Paris. Just somewhere safe. Rees would interrogate her about where the money came from, but he wouldn’t say no to it. Nobody would ever know. Except for Mary, who in all odds would never forgive Rose…but what would it matter? What good was all that money to a silly drunk? She’d fritter it away eventually. Probably she had more than once already. To Mary money was a toy, but to Rose it was two people’s lives. It would be the right thing to do in the end, wouldn’t it?

She rolled over, cross with guilt. Could she really do something like that to a woman who might well have saved her life? A friend who even right now was probably sick to death with worry that Rose was out on the street or dead in a courtyard with her throat cut. What kind of person was she? Mary would be beside herself. She might even–

Rose sat up in bed. She might even come looking for her. Mary was big-hearted and not always the smartest. She just might go out, alone, at night, onto the East End streets where the killer was still waiting, for Rose’s sake. On any other night Rose would have stayed in anyway (no sense both of them being in danger), but now, with the serpent of guilt crawling through her gut…

She got dressed. It was another rainy night, and before she’d walked half a block she was longing for the fireplace in the Miller’s Court room. Indeed, the warm orange glow was visible on the windowpanes even as she crossed the square. Rose’s heart lifted; Mary was in. From the looks of things, she was awake. Rose hurried the last few steps and, finding the door locked, knocked a little too fast and a little too loud. There was no answer, and none the second time either. Rose peered through the window but couldn’t see anything except a blaze so intense that all of their fuel at once probably couldn’t have produced it. Frowning, she reached through the broken window and, with some effort, unlocked the door. It creaked open. A pungent sizzling smell wafted out, making Rose’s eyes water. It was a moment before her vision cleared…and she saw what was on the bed.

In the hellish glow of the fireplace the blood looked black. It was so much blood that it must have soaked the thin mattress completely through. The bed’s very frame would be stained. The shape that lay on the mattress only just looked like a human body. It was somehow…less. It made Rose think of a sand castle half-eaten away by the tide. There were indistinguishable shapes strewn over the sheets and the bedside table, but still perhaps not enough to account for the mass missing from the body’s frame. Half-delirious already, rose wondered where the rest could possibly have gone. Then Rose recognized the sickly smell coming off the firepit:

Burning meat.

Rose expected to scream. She expected to faint. She even expected to die on the spot. That she did none of these things was disappointing. Instead she just…left. Her mind floated right out of her body and left her on her own. She stared dumbly at the scene in front of her and let the continuous drip-drip-drip noise of still-warm blood lull her even further. It was a while before the panicky voice of self-preservation reminded her that she was in danger too: The killer might not have gone far. It was possible, even, that he was still concealed in this room, small though it was. The first thing Rose had to do was get far away.

After that, should she find a policeman? No; if she did she would have to come back here, and then spend time telling them what happened. She wouldn’t tell anyone. People could find out on their own about this. She would just run away. It was the best plan her exhausted mind could manage. She took a stumbling step back toward the door, reaching out to steady herself on it and then–

She looked at the fireplace. The one stone was still a little loose, although not so much that you would notice if you didn’t already know it was there. She thought again of that battered tin and what its contents could mean. But getting to it would mean walking by the bed…

Rose swallowed and closed her eyes, then opened them again immediately, afraid of running into something–or someone. Her body wanted to do this slowly but she knew that she would have to hurry. Rose did not know the word “mantra,” but she composed one during her expedition to the fireplace, consisting only of: “Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look.” Under no circumstances would she look at the thing on the bed. The thing on the bed did not exist. She fumbled with the hiding stone (sweat broke on her face; the room was ungodly hot) before setting it on the floorboards. For a moment she feared it might somehow be empty, but when she opened the top the notes were all there.

She stuffed them down her dress in handfuls. Never mind counting it or even securing it. Time enough for that later. Now there was time only to run. To run and run and never come back, and to never, ever think about what had happened here while she was gone, or what might have happened if she had stayed, or–

Rose had not yet turned around when she heard it. Even over the crackle of flames and the galloping of rain on the roof, the noise just behind her it was still distinct enough to send a spiky thrill up her spine, even as her stomach dropped like a stone in cold, deep water:

A man cleared his throat.

***

The inspector looked too young for a man of his station. He filled a pipe and lit it with a flaring match, then leaned back in his chair in what seemed to Rees a practiced gesture. Rees had to bite his tongue to keep from snapping. He had never been in a police station before and everything about the setting seemed tailored to annoy him. It had taken the entire morning just to get a few minutes with anyone, and now that the man he wanted was here Rees found him of less than helpful character. It was his newly informed opinion that the metropolitan police’s most dedicated and contributive members must be its horses.

Eventually the inspector gave him what amounted to his full attention and said, “Seems to me if she was dead we would know it.”

“But she’s missing. I’ve made inquiries to every person she knows and every place that she stays and no one has seen her since the night of the murder.”

“Pardon my saying so, but a woman in her, hem, position probably knows a lot more people and stays a lot more places than you know. And what if she is gone? She might have just run off. People do.”

“Rose wouldn’t. And if she did she apparently left everything she owns behind. Do people do that when they run off’?”

“Sometimes they do, yes. And if she was dead we’d have found her. The killer always leaves his victims where we’ll find them.”

“There’s more than one man in this city who might kill a woman!” Rees felt his face flush the blotchy color associated with his more sincere rages. The inspector actually shushed him.

“I don’t mean to give the idea we’re not concerned. We’ll term her a missing person. But you can’t make this a murder investigation just because you want it so. We don’t have the resources.”

“What about this then?” Rees brought out a crumpled pile of fabric. It was a woman‘s blouse. “It’s Rose’s. I found it for sale at a pawnbrokers not three doors from my office, and he said a street sweeper had found it and sold it. Look at this spot on the collar: That’s blood. Tell me that’s not blood.”

The inspector examined the garment without touching it or leaning in too close, as if it were a dead rat. “It may be. But that doesn’t prove anything either.”

Rees gritted his teeth. “If you’re all so damned busy that you can’t take this seriously then when are these murders going to stop, tell me that? What are you all doing if not catching a killer? Now you can’t even be bothered to find the victims either. I suppose it’s lucky for us you bother to show up to work in the morning at all!”

He intended to storm out, but the stationhouse was too crowded to allow for the rapid egress that storming required. Instead he had to push his way through mobs (many people, he gathered, here to give “tips” about the killings in hopes of collecting a rumored reward), holding a handkerchief to his nose to stifle the smell of unwashed bodies. Outside, even Commercial Street’s usual stench was a relief. He spent several minutes standing on the corner, gulping in cold morning air and exhaling through his nose until the bile stopped churning. When he was done he realized he was still holding Rose’s shirt. He recognized it because was the one she’d worn last time she’d come to see him, a conversation he’d relived over and over again with almost pathological consistency ever since.

Although it didn’t relieve him of the desire to punch the young inspector right in his smug, smiling face, Rees had to admit that he was right. He didn’t know for sure that Rose was dead–only that she’d apparently gone, and taken nothing with her. Even the bloodstain didn’t necessarily mean anything. Just because he couldn’t imagine a series of events that would lead her to run away in the middle of the night didn’t mean that there wasn’t one.

But no. Rose would never leave as long as Thomas still needed help. Stubbornness alone would have stopped her even if nothing else did. If she was gone, it was because something had forced her. But what that was seemed poised to become a mystery as harsh and inscrutable as any other written in the mud of the East End streets. An older fellow sat on a bench nearby, reading a newspaper. In jocular but distracted tones he said, “Awful this latest one.“ He indicated the front page. “Do you think we’ll ever find out who this killer is?”

Rees answered in the faraway voice of a man who has received a mortal injury, and knows it. “I know exactly who the killer is.”

The man with the newspaper looked up, surprised. Rees shook his head.

“It’s all of us.”

***

“I’m not a butcher, I’m not a Yid, nor yet a foreign skipper.
But I’m your own light-hearted friend, yours truly:

-Jack the Ripper.”

Contents of a letter mailed to Scotland Yard, autmun of 1889. Author unknown.

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Annabelle isn’t mad at Nicole and Nicole has done nothing wrong, but Annabelle feels that Nicole needs to know how she might be punished before she finally commits to a formal Mistress-slave relationship.

Sven has to perform under pressure and cum in his sister’s pussy!

The Rogue’s Harem

Book One: Rogue’s Sultry Harem

Part Nine: Pleasing Under Pressure

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Flight into the Woods

Sven Falk – Forest of Lhes, Princedom of Kivoneth, Strifelands of Zeutch

The pain in my arm grew with every pounding beat of my horse’s hooves on the uneven forest floor. Branches whipped past my head. I sucked in breath after one thwacked into my wounded left arm. Numb agony throbbed up to my shoulder.

“Las’s putrid cum and disgusting cock!” I howled out, throat thick and hoarse.

My teeth ground together. The waves of agony swept through me, threatening to overwhelm me. I clutched at the reins with my right hand, cradling my left arm to my chest. Blood soaked through the bandage, bright and crimson. I bled again. A dizzy sway seized me. The world spun, dark spots fuzzing across my vision.

“Sven, my love,” Princess Ava squeaked, still perched on my shoulder, her rosy hands clutching my hair. “Oh, no.”

“I’m fine,” I lied through the pain.

“You’re not. You need Kora to—”

Horns sounded behind us. A burst of cold energy drove back the dizziness. I threw a look over my shoulder, but saw no signs of our pursuers as we galloped through the woods. The foliage grew more and more dense the deeper we penetrated.

“Master,” whimpered Zanyia. “We have to stop.”

“They’re still chasing us,” I growled. “Can’t you hear that?”

“It’s mistress!”

The concern in the Lamia’s voice whipped my head around to my sister, her horse led by Zanyia. Kora swayed in her saddle, the right side of her face swollen so badly it forced her eye shut. A deep, sickly purple marred the center of the swelling, radiating out into brown and yellow rings. She let out whimpers, her right arm twisted, the break shifting. It wasn’t splinted right.

“Kora!” gasped Ava.

“She needs help!” Zanyia groaned.

“We all do,” I gasped. The agony in my arm surged upward again right to my shoulder. I groaned, clutching my reins as we crashed through another brush.

“You have to stop,” Ava pleaded, tugging at my ear. “Please, Sven.”

“They’re falling behind,” the lamia persisted. “We have time, Master. We can take a few moments to let Kora cast healing magic. She’s a priestess. They always know those spells.”

“And they’ll be gaining on us.” My stomach twisted. My sister needed to be healed. So did Zanyia. Dog scratches covered her naked body, beads of dark-crimson blood grown sticky on the wounds. A nasty one ran across her left breast, half-tearing off her nipple. “Las damn it!”

I hauled my reins short. My arm jostled. I almost screamed from the intense, thought-robbing pain. I shook my head, sucking in deep breaths. They came fast as my head swam again. Blood dripped from my arm from a sword stroke that cut me to the bone.

“Get her off her horse,” I said. I couldn’t let my sister die. I loved her. Zanyia was in pain. I could barely fight now. “Hurry.”

“Yes, Master,” Zanyia said, her face flushed and glistening with sweat. She hopped off Rainbow, my sister’s horse, with nimble ease, landing lightly in a crouch. Her tawny tail swayed back and forth. She sprang to Kora riding my stallion Midnight, attacking the robes binding her to the saddle. “It’ll be okay, Mistress.”

“Are we safe?” Kora mumbled.

“We’re safe,” I told her. “It’s time for you to heal yourself. Isn’t that great, sister dear?”

“Yes, brother mine,” she said. She tried to climb off her horse. Her pink robes tangled between her leg and the stirrup, trapping her foot and throwing her off-balanced. She gasped, falling into Zanyia.

Agony screamed from my sister’s lips. I snarled, whipping out my short sword, staring in the direction of our pursuers. The pain echoed through the trees, my sister sobbing, cradling her broken arm as Zanyia struggled to support her.

“Kora,” Ava whimpered in shock.

Tears burned in my eyes. I should have done a better job protecting her. I should have guided us better. Why did I stay on the main highway? We came too close to Echur. To that bastard’s seat of power. I should have taken the longer way and added a few more days.

She wouldn’t be in such agony.

“It’s okay, Mistress,” soothed Zanyia, setting Kora onto the ground. “Do you feel the pain fading? It’s time to heal yourself.”

“Okay,” whimpered Kora, her voice so small. “But…I… I can’t remember.”

My stomach chilled.

“What?” I said, mouth growing dry, the pain in my arm fading beneath the surge of fear through me.

“Rithi, I need you…” She shook her swollen head. “No, no. It’s… Rithi, bless my…my… What?” Tears shone in her left eye. “Sven, I…”

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

Kora Falk

“It’s okay,” Sven said, his voice so far away.

Why couldn’t I remember the words? They were…

“We’re in a forest,” I said, staring bemused up at the trees.

“Yes, Mistress, a forest,” Zanyia smiled at me, her triangular ears twitching.

“You have ears like a cat.” I struggled to move my right arm.

Pain shocked through me. I screamed out, my bones twisting against each other. Only agony gripped me. I howled. Breath sucked through my lips between shouts. I couldn’t stop it. The hurt… It struggled to drown me. To smother me in never-ending torment. I had to… I had to heal myself.

“Rithi…bless my…” I needed to remember. But… My head throbbed. And… “You have cat ears.”

“She’s slurring her speech,” Zanyia said. “She’s not making sense.”

“Kora.”

My Sven appeared, my brother whom I loved far more than I should. His weary face stared down at me. Something rust-brown smeared across his cheek. “You have mud on your face. You need to clean up or Mother won’t let you eat.”

“Mother?” He frowned. “Sister dear, you need to remember your spells. You have to heal yourself.”

I blinked. Right. “I’m a priestess. A radiant of Rithi.”

“That’s right. I know you can cast this spell.” He took my left hand, sliding it down my body. He pushed it into my robes. I gasped as he pressed my fingers into my pussy.

“This isn’t the time for that, brother dear,” I shuddered. “We can’t fuck right now. We’re being…”

Horns sounded.

“Hunted!” The fear shocked through the foggy hurt. “Oh, no, we have to flee.”

“You have to heal yourself.” He pressed my fingers deep into my pussy, his joining mine.

I shuddered at the sensation. I loved my brother’s incestuous touch. “I shouldn’t love you, but I do. I know it’s wrong.”

“And I love you, sister dear.” His blue eyes stared down at me, bloodshot. “You have to focus. The spell.”

“Please, Mistress,” Zanyia groaned.

A dog howled.

Focus. Focus. “Rithi, bless my.. .natural paints and… And…” I let out a whimper of pain. The stupid agony smothered my thoughts. I couldn’t remember the words. But I needed to. What where they? “Rithi, I…”

“Rithi, bless my natural paints with your divine love,” Sven said, staring down at me with those intense eyes.

“Those are the words!” I gasped. “Rithi, bless my natural paints with…”

“Your divine love.”

“Your divine love.” The fog billowed through my mind. A moment of clarity washed over me. I sat on my stool with the other glimmers at the Temple of Rithi, just a young acolyte learning my magic. Radiant Gertrude taught the lesson, her beautiful voice whispering through my thoughts. “Let your vision flow through me and restore the art ruined by the cruel acts of the world.”

I gasped, feeling the magical touch of my goddess electrify my pussy. My snatch clenched on our fingers inside of me. My cream coated them, the medium allowing Rithi to restore the art of my body ruined by my injuries.

Sven pulled out my fingers, guiding my hand to my head. I winched as he pressed them against the swollen knot at my temple. For a moment, numb pain shot through me. And then… Clarity. The fog fell away. The tightness in my head lessened, deflated. My right eye opened, allowing me to witness more of the world.

I shoved my left fingers down to my broken arm, smearing my juices up and down the wounded limb. It looked like an over-stuffed sausage, turning blue and black in places. I groaned, and then blessedly, the agony vanished, the bones knitting back together, becoming whole. Undamaged.

“Brother mine!” I gasped, seeing the bloody bandage on his arm. My fingers shoved at him, smearing across his wounded arm.

“Mistress!” Zanyia gasped, staring down at me with a toothy, excited grin.

My right hand shoved between my thighs as I stared in horror at Zanyia’s left breast, covered in a bandage tied about her torso. She looked so battered. The poor thing. My digits pushed into my pussy, gathering my natural paint, and then smeared it across her body.

A dog howled.

Brush rustled.

Sven moved, pulling out his hand crossbow and loading it, using both arms. He aimed at the brush and fired as I smeared my healing juices across Zanyia’s body. A dog howled in pain, the hunting hound crashing to the ground at Sven’s feet, whimpering, kicking, gurgling as it died.

“Go!” Sven shouted. “On the horses! We have to ride!”

More dogs bayed. Horns sounded.

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Princess Ava

The world bounced as I rode Sven’s shoulders, the brush crashing into him. I gripped his hair, feeling like a little, helpless bug while the man I loved rode from danger. From my father’s own soldiers. And what could I do? Even with my detestable lust for my father, surrendering my body to his incestuous, carnal desires, I couldn’t order this to stop.

Even if I did, they were days from Echur now. Out of my reach. I felt so helpless. This was worse than my lust for my father. I wanted to do something, to rescue them. Sven, Kora, and Zanyia… I cared for them all.

I loved them.

“Sven,” I whimpered.

“We’ll be fine, Princess,” he snarled as he hauled up his horse before the steep slope. “We have to go on foot. The brush is too dense.”

“But…” I protested even as Zanyia and Kora dismounted with him.

“Goodbye, Rainbow,” Kora said, stroking her mare’s nose. She kissed her then smacked her rump.

“How will you outrun dogs on foot?” I gasped as Zanyia scampered up the steep slope covered in thick brush and dead leaves. They crunched beneath her naked feet, her tail swishing and swaying.

Sven followed, saying, “We just have to outrun the soldiers. We can kill the dogs. The soldiers are in armor. We’re not.”

I clutched to his blond hair, swaying and dangling from it as he and Kora scrambled up the hill after Zanyia. Kora’s magic invigorated them, restoring all the minor injuries and soreness being chased for days had given them. They scrambled higher and higher up the hill, leaves crunching and debris following.

Horns sounded. Dogs bayed. Brush rustled.

“They’re coming closer, Master,” Zanyia said, at the top of the hill. “They’re almost here.”

“Hurry!” Sven snarled to Kora. “They’ll feather us with arrows if we don’t make it to cover!”

“Yes, brother mine,” Kora groaned, her blonde hair bouncing in twin braids down her back. She scrambled with such ease. She used to be like me, a noblewoman not used to physical exertion. But seeing her now, her flesh appeared firm and toned through her robes. She was no longer soft.

Guilt twined through me. The man I loved had to flee while I lay in the safety and comfort of my father’s castle. And then fucked him. Such shame suffused me. How could I want to have sex with my father while also hating him and wanting him dead? It didn’t make sense to me. What was wrong with me?

I could hardly be angry at Sven for finding comfort in his sister’s arms. She was there for him, unlike me. So what if it was wrong. It wasn’t as depraved as my lusts. And seeing them scrambling up the hill together, gasping, fighting to live, illuminated their feelings for each other.

Sven loved her as much as me.

“They’re at the base of the hill!” screamed Zanyia.

Horses snorted, neighed. Men shouted. An arrow hissed through the air, embedding in the slope beside Sven. I screamed in fright, clutching to his hair. They were almost to safety. Only twenty or so more feet to go.

Another arrow whizzed past, embedding in a tree by Zanyia’s head. The catgirl squeaked and ducked low. My heart squeezed so tight. My little, stone body quivered as Sven snarled, scrambling faster and—

Sharp pain bit into my nipple. My real nipple. My real body called to me.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Pleasing Under Pressure

Princess Ava – Echur, Princedom of Kivoneth, Strifelands of Zeutch

I gasped awake into my flesh, lying in my bed, my body soaked in sweat. I trembled. I’d never spent so much time in a proxy before. All night. My bedmaid Greta looked up from my nipple, her eyes wide. It throbbed. She bit me.

“You’re father is here!” she said. “I told him you were sick, but he insisted I make you presentable and—”

The door to my bedchamber opened. I hauled up my blanket as my pale father entered in his gray doublet and hose, his ice eyes falling on me, staring at me with such lust. I shuddered, my entire body flushed, my heart racing.

Did Sven and Kora survive? Or were they feathered by arrows? Tears burned in my eyes.

“What is the matter, my sweetling?” Father asked me, sitting down on the edge of my bed. He took my hand. “You’re clammy. You’re covered in sweat.”

“I don’t know,” I whimpered, my heart beating in terror. “Some foul vapors I breathed in, I suspect. I just… I need rest.”

His hand tugged down the blanket, exposing my naked breasts. I shuddered as he cupped my right tit, my nipple puckering hard for him despite my fear for Sven, Kora, and Zanyia. That depraved lust rose in my pussy. My juices flowed, my thighs so hot and sticky.

I wanted him right now. In me. Despite my love being in danger, my body yearned for the incestuous congress of our flesh. I hated myself so much. I pushed down my lust, fighting the whimper threatening to escape my lips as he brushed my nub.

“I was hoping to ensure your fertility this morning,” he said. “I ache so powerfully for you, sweetling.”

“I know. I do, too,” I said, hating how it wasn’t a lie. “But…” I kept my voice wan. “I’m just too tired. I hardly slept. I cannot please you right now, Father. As much as I yearn to. I’m too weak. I need rest.”

“Of course, my sweetling,” he said before leaning over and sucking on my nipple.

My pussy clenched in wanton desire.

“I will send for a Priestess of Slata to heal you.” He smiled at me. “Then you won’t have to be in discomfort.”

“That’s not necessary,” I groaned.

“Nonsense. You are the Princess of Kivoneth. The priestess will be honored to heal you.” He pinched my nipple again. “I’ll visit you in a little while, sweetling. Once you’re rested.”

“Thank you, Father,” I groaned, knowing there was no other way out of this. At least I had an opening to find out if my Sven survived. If Kora and Zanyia still lived. That was more important than my abhorrent lust for my father.

“Anything for my sweetling.” He leaned over, giving me a quick kiss that sent shivers through me. My fingers curled to seize his straw hair, to hold him to my lips. But Sven… I needed to know.

Then he stood and strode from my bedchamber. The moment I heard the door shut on my sitting room, my father out of my apartments, I closed my eyes and imbued my proxy with my awareness. I put on stone as my own flesh.

They lived.

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Sven Falk – Forest of Lhes, Princedom of Kivoneth, Strifelands of Zeutch

“I have to go,” Ava said. “My father is… being very demanding of my time.”

“Okay,” I told her. She’d been coming and going all morning since our scramble up the steep slope while the arrows rained at us. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I held her in my hand, Kora and Zanyia panting nearby as we rested. I brought my hand closer to my lips so her small, rosy form could plant a kiss on my lower lip. Then she went stiff, rigid. Her awareness gone.

I slipped her in my pouch.

Armor crashed through brush behind us. The guards still chased, but we moved faster on foot then they did. Barely. I groaned, my entire body sore. Every muscle burned in my legs. I wanted to collapse. My stomach growled. My throat parched. We’d already emptied our waterskins and had no time to grab food when we abandoned the horses.

“Let’s go,” I groaned, pushing off from my tree.

“They have to be as tired as we,” Kora said, her face flushed, twisting with discomfort as she hobbled along with me. “Las damn it.”

“Blister?”

She nodded her head. “I’ll survive. Let’s keep going.”

Zanyia scampered ahead. The lamia still had boundless energy. She crashed through brush and then she gasped. “Oh, no!”

I burst through the brush beside her and… Groaned.

A large ravine split the ground before us. Below, a river splashed through a deep canyon, at least two hundred feet below. Sheer, craggy cliffs led down to the rock-strewn bottom the water wound through. I stared at the other side, only twenty feet away.

We couldn’t jump it.

“They’re closing in, Master,” Zanyia said as I looked up and down the ravine, debating which way to go. This limited our options. If they realized which way we headed, they could try to send people to cut us off. Especially if the ravine twisted in the wrong direction.

Did they have maps?

“I could jump it,” Zanyia said. “Maybe. Then you could throw a rope across.”

“No rope,” I said. “Let’s go that way.” I pointed to what I hoped was east.

“No, we have to cross,” Kora said, opening her robes. My sister exposed her lithe, tattooed body, her hands stroking down her flat stomach to her shaved pussy.

“What?” I demanded.

“A conjuration,” she moaned, lying down on her back. “Hurry. I need your cum in me.”

“Now?” I demanded as she spread her legs, her pussy aimed right at me.

“We don’t have time to argue!” she snarled. “If we can get across that ravine, we’ll gain so much time. Hurry and fuck me, brother mine.”

I stared at my sister in utter bewilderment, my cock twitching to life. Just the sight of her incestuous flesh offered to me hardened my girth despite the danger. An exhilaration shot through me, my shaft swelling to its full erection.

We would be killed if we stuck around here too long.

“Hurry, Master,” Zanyia said, falling to her knees before me. She fumbled with my laces. “You have to do it.”

“You don’t think this is crazy?” I groaned as Zanyia pulled out my cock, stroking it in her hand. Her grip felt so wonderful, her tongue rasping across the crown.

“She’s a priestess. If she needs this, she needs it. Now fuck harder, Master!” Zanyia’s golden, cat-slitted eyes stared up at me. “Fuck your sister!”

“Fine,” I groaned. Zanyia was right. My sister knew her magic. I fell to my knees, so aware of the sounds crashing through the woods. The shouts. The horns. The dogs baying. I stroked my dick as I brought it to my sister’s pussy, already glistening with her juices.

I jammed it into her hot sheath. I groaned at the pleasure engulfing my dick. Despite the danger, it felt wonderful to slide into my sister’s snatch, to enjoy her incestuous flesh. We were the same flesh, we came from the same womb. We were reunited again.

I pumped my hips, slamming my cock into her pussy. I’d never wanted to cum more in my life. I fucked my sister hard, her breasts jiggling beneath me. She groaned, her pussy clenching down on my dick, massaging me.

My balls smacked into her taint, heavy with my cum. I felt the pleasure surge through me, hitting my balls. But that familiar ache didn’t build. I groaned, thrusting harder, so aware that the enemy came closer and closer.

“Hurry, cum in me, brother mine!” Kora moaned, bucking into my thrusts.

“Trying,” I panted, throwing a look over my shoulder.

I thrust as hard as I could. I fucked my sister with every ounce of passion I had. My cock burned in her pussy, rubbing against the silky of her walks. The friction sent tingling delight racing through my body.

But it didn’t gather in my balls. I didn’t feel that swelling need to cum. The harder I pumped, the farther away it felt. I groaned, concentrating on my cock sliding through her wet pussy, of pounding my sister’s incestuous flesh.

I groaned in frustration. “Come on!” I snarled at my cock. “Just cum already.”

“Yes, yes, you have to do it, brother mine!”

“I’m trying!” I thrust forward. “Las, infect my cock with your lust! Please! I need to explode.”

But I couldn’t it. The fear, the danger, held me back. Men were coming to kill us. To kill Kora and Zanyia. My women. I had to be man enough to save them. I had to ignore it, to focus on loving my sister. On loving them both to protect them.

“Zanyia, sit on my sister’s face,” I growled. “Let me eat that ass.”

“Yes, Master!”

Zanyia pounced on Kora, smearing her pussy against my sister’s mouth. The catgirl purred in delight, her tail swaying, brushing my cheeks as she giggled. She gave me such sultry looks over her shoulder as I rammed my cock into my sister’s hot snatch.

I just had to concentrate on loving them. On pleasuring them. The soldiers didn’t matter. Only my women did. My sister and my lamia slave. I pressed my face between Zanyia’s tight ass, her swishing tail caressing my forehead. I found her puckered sphincter, licked it with my tongue.

I savored her sour musk. Her purrs grew louder as my sister and I pleasured her. The naughty lamia twitched and yowled. I rimmed her asshole, thrusting so hard into Kora’s silky depths. I pleasured my slave, thrusting my tongue into her bowels.

“Master! Mistress!” she yowled in delight, her body trained to respond to sex no matter the danger. If she could enjoy herself, so could I.

The pleasure burning around my cock grew more intense. My heart pounded. My hips thrust. Kora’s pussy clenched on my dick, so hungry for it as she feasted on the lamia’s snatch. I fucked my tongue into Zanyia’s asshole, her sour bowels clenching around it. Her tail swished faster and faster, purring louder and louder.

I loved my women. I would protect them.

The ache built at the tip of my cock. That familiar promise of explosive release. My hips thrust forward so hard, ramming my dick into my sister’s pussy so hard. Every thrust sent heat to my balls. They approached their boil.

“Las’s yummy cum,” purred Zanyia. “Your tongue is making me feel so good, Master!”

“Good,” I growled into her asshole.

“Cum in Mistress! Flood her pussy with all your yummy cum, Master!”

“Yes, brother mine!” groaned Kora, pussy squeezing on my dick. “I need it. Give it to me!”

I rammed my cock into my sister’s pussy. The crashing soldiers came closer. I didn’t care. I would protect my women.

My cum erupted into my sister’s pussy. I shuddered, my orgasm screaming through me. Kora moaned, her pussy writhing about my dick, joining me in rapture. She bucked against me, thighs squeezing my hips as her pussy milked out my cum.

I shuddered, hearing individual shouts. The dogs baying. My last blast of cum fired into my sister. I ripped my cock out of her, Zanyia springing off Kora. My sister shoved her fingers down to her pussy, plunging them into our combined fluids as she rolled over onto her knees, facing the ravine.

“Rithi, take the mix of our sexual passion, the union of our essence, and create art instead of life!” she shouted and yanked out her fingers. She flicked droplets of pussy-infused cum at it.

They glowed, shimmered with the colors of the rainbow, growing larger and larger. My sister swayed, her fingers digging out more of our combined fluids, adding them to what she created out of our incestuous union.

The shape of a bridge appeared, scintillating with all the hues of creation. It spanned the ravine. Our escape. I seized my sister’s right arm, hauling her to her feet as I rushed for the conjuration spanning across the ravine, my britches threatening to fall down my thighs.

My foot hit the bridge, the light solid beneath my boots. Her conjuration held my weight. Kora groaned, swaying, leaning against me. Then she cried out, her body going limp. I scooped her up in my arms, so light, and ran. In heartbeats we were across.

I crashed into thick brush, carrying her to the ground, hidden by the wiry branches clad in small, olive-green leaves. Zanyia leaped in behind me. I pressed down on my belly beside my sister, her eyes rolled back into her head from the strain of the spell.

The light vanished.

The first soldier reached the cliff, a dog held on a leash. The hound sniffed around where we had fucked. It barked, tail wagging in agitation. “Where’d they go?” growled the soldier. “Huh? Where are the muderin’ bastards?”

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Aingeal

My wings fluttered as I crouched in the tree staring down at the soldiers milling beneath me. Their hounds barked, looking confused. The soldiers snarled at them, one cuffing a cur with a gauntleted hand. The dog whimpered in pain.

I glared at him. I liked dogs. My feyhound prowled through the woods.

Then my eyes flicked across the ravine to the prey: two humans and a lamia. They were wild. Having sex while being hunted. The scent of hot pussy drew my attention. I flittered through the woods and watched that blond stud fuck his sister. Such wicked sport those two had engaged in. And then the lamia had gotten involved, their threesome burning so hot.

Pity the soldiers ruined it by arriving. Those three had stamina.

I reached out to the spirits in the world. The dwelled all around. Evocation spirits. Conjuration spirits. Enchantment, abjuration, and transformation. They affected the world, if you knew how to use them.

They loved faeries, so we had no problem manipulating the world.

I summoned conjuration spirits with a thought and a wave of my hand. They danced through the air. I kept them from manifesting. I didn’t want any glittering streaks of purple to announce their presence. The conjuration spirits dove down into the sexual fluids staining the ground, rolled in them. Then they zoomed off to the west.

The dogs suddenly barked, pulling at their leashes to go west. The soldiers snarled in triumph, charging off on my new trail. I smiled. Those spirits would go for days and days, leading them deeper and deeper into the woods.

I giggled, my wings fluttering. What a delicious prank. If those soldiers got lost, and humans always did, well, they deserved it.

I flittered from my perch in the tree across the ravine, hidden by abjuration spirits warping light around me. I landed in an elm tree, staring down at the humans hiding in the bush, my head cocked to the side as the trio rose from the brush, relief on their faces.

The man had such a handsome, chiseled face. I understood why the two loved him. I was so glad they showed up. It was so boring the last week.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Sisterly Delight

Zanyia

I prowled through the brush, moving with utter silence. I smelled the deer grazing just a few feet away. I approached downwind. My heart hammered. I hadn’t ever hunted for real, only played at it as a kitten. But we needed food.

I sprang.

The deer squealed as I landed on its back. Young, not quite a fawn, but not quite an adult. My teeth snagged its throat, crushing its windpipe to choke it. My claws dug into its flesh, holding on tight. It kicked and danced, struggling to throw me off, sweeping its head so its little stubby antlers could find my flesh.

I didn’t let up. Not with its salty blood in my mouth. We didn’t eat at all yesterday. My stomach rumbled. I wouldn’t let this deer go. It was breakfast and lunch and dinner. We needed it. Especially Kora. Conjuring the bridge yesterday afternoon had wiped her out.

The deer staggered. It let out one more mournful wail then collapsed. Its body twitched. I didn’t let go until I stopped feeling the pulse of its life beat through its neck. My tail swished in triumph when the beast went still.

We would eat!

“That makes a lot of noise,” Master said, appearing at the top of the hill.

I lifted my mouth, shrugged. “It worked. Did you kill anything?”

“I don’t know how to hunt,” he scowled.

“You make too much noise,” I smirked at him as he came down the hill. “You need to be crafty. Like me.”

“I know how to sneak,” he said. “Just woods are different. So much stuff to brush. Everything you touch makes noise.”

With Master’s help, I cleaned the dear and we carried it to our small camp in a dell. Kora still slept on the bed of leaves we made her, her face covered by her robe. She’d slept since we made camp last night, just exhausted by everything.

My stomach rumbled again, the smell of venison roasting on the fire watering my mouth. I crouched beside my master, the firelight painting my naked skin. The trees made our little dell dark even in the noon sun.

“I think we lost them, Master,” I said. “They never figured out we crossed the ravine.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, glancing at his sister. “Kora’s plan saved us.”

“So did this,” I giggled, patting his cock through his leather pants. “How many men could satiate two women under those circumstances?”

“You didn’t cum,” he pointed out.

“But I was getting there. I would have if we had more time.” I rubbed my cheek against his arm, purring contentedly.

He pulled out his map from his pouch, unfurling it. “I think we’re here,” he said, stabbing a part on the southeastern side. “That had to be the Hoyvein river. If we follow it east, it leads to these farming villages on the edge of the woods.”

“Think we’ll find a virgin to use to lure in the faerie?” I asked.

“They can be hard to find in farming villages. Girls who grow up around livestock tend to be earthy. But I’m sure we’ll manage.”

“Assuming you can keep this in your pants, Master,” I giggled, squeezing his cock again.

“I have some amount of self-control,” he grinned. “I won’t ruin her before we attract the faerie’s interest.”

“Just a smidgen.” It felt so wonderful to be so relaxed with my owner. No fear that I would say the wrong thing and be beaten. I didn’t have to cringe every time he raised his arm. This man loved me. Cared for me.

Such joy filled me.

It was near evening, after Master and I glutted on Venison, that Kora awoke. I grinned at her, holding out a big strip of meat. She smiled, took it, and devoured it just like I would. With so much enthusiasm.

I saw it in her eyes. That simple joy of being alive with the people she loved.

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Kora Falk

One hunger satiated, my belly full of wonderful venison, I hooked an arm over my brother’s shoulder as darkness deepened around our campfire. I had to feed my other hunger and love him. What we did yesterday, in the haste to save our lives, wasn’t a celebration of our survival, but a necessary and carnal act.

I wanted to enjoy myself. I wanted to unite the three of us in passion. I kissed him hard, my tongue thrusting into his mouth. At the same moment, I reached past him, seizing Zanyia’s hand, pulling her to us. Her ears twitched. Her purr rose.

Her lips joined ours in a three-way kiss.

It felt so wonderful, so right, to love Sven with Zanyia. The events of the last few days had welded us so tight. Her hand tightened on mine as we savored my brother’s strong lips. Our tongues brushed each other, licking caressing, the passion building between my thighs, my nethers smoldering from their touch.

Sven’s hand slid into my robe, finding my round breast. His other hand cupped Zanyia’s small firm tit. We both moaned our delight as he squeezed and kneaded our tits. His thumb ran across my nipple, shooting fire to my—

“Well, this is quite the sight,” Princess Ava purred, her voice tiny.

The three of us broke apart in guilty shock as the princess rose quartz proxy grew out of Sven’s pouch. Her naked, lithe form swelled, blossoming into her full beauty. The specks of crystal in her stony flesh glittered in the firelight as she straddled Sven’s waist, pressing against him, her arms on his shoulder.

“Ava!” he gasped. “It’s not what you think.”

“That you weren’t kissing your sister and groping her breast?” Ava asked, arching an eyebrow.

Sven didn’t say anything, struggling to gather himself. He loved Ava as much as me. He didn’t want the princess to know about us. Neither did I. I didn’t want to ruin their love with our forbidden passion.

Ava smiled, her lips looking so soft despite what they were made of. “I saw you two nights ago, before the chase. You were making love to her. And…” She leaned in closer, pressing her forehead against his. “I want to join in. I want to love your sister with you.”

Sven didn’t hesitate. His hands grabbed Ava’s ass. “Just like we used to share all those naughty girls who slipped into our bed.”

“No,” Ava purred, grinding her self on my brother’s cock. “I want to love her, not just fuck her. She’s your sister, Sven. I saw it. You care for her, too.”

“I have a big heart,” he grinned, kneading her pliant ass.

“Yes, he does,” Zanyia purred, so happy.

I leaned against Ava, pressing my naked tits into her soft flesh. I wanted to touch her in her stone proxy, to feel that impossible rock yielding like skin. I touched her belly, siding up to a firm breast, squeezing it.

Felt like any pliant tit I’ve groped.

“Then let’s love him together,” I purred. “Because one day, we’ll be sisters when you marry him.”

Ava grinned at me. Then she leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. I shivered at the soft touch of her yielding lips. They were dry, but smooth as glass. My tongue probed into her mouth. It was so different from kissing a living creature. She had warmth, but no real taste other than of stone.

I couldn’t wait to make love to the princess’s real body. To taste her saliva, her skin, her pussy. I shuddered. My other hand sliding between her naked thighs, feeling the strange bush adorning her cunt. Then I found the glass-smooth lips of her pussy, caressing them.

Pressing into them.

Ava whimpered just like a real woman would, savoring my digits sliding into her pussy. She squirmed on my brother, our tongues dueling, loving each other. Sven groaned as he watched us, his hands cupping my ass, squeezing it.

The princess broke the kiss, crystals in her eyes sparkling. “I want to watch you fuck your brother, Kora!”

“Yes,” Zanyia clapped. “They’re so beautiful when they fuck, Princess.”

“I bet they are,” Ava moaned, slipping from me and my brother, cuddling against Zanyia’s body.

“Well, sister dear?” Sven grinned at me, stretching out on his back, his cock thrusting up from his crotch, the firelight painting it. “Why don’t you just hop on and go for a ride.”

“Ooh, yes,” I groaned, licking my lips, my pussy so wet. Just having Ava watch me gave me all the foreplay I wanted.

My pussy dripped as I straddled my brother. I grabbed his cock, guiding him to my hot pussy. I stared at the princess, lounging in Zanyia’s arms. Her crystalline eyes stared at me with such hunger as she squirmed.

“Mmm, yes, just ride your brother’s cock,” the princess purred. Then she gasped, Zanyia’s fingers finding her royal cunt. “Just fuck him. Give my love the incestuous pleasure he craves.”

“I wish I told you earlier,” grinned Sven, reaching out to take Ava’s hand. “It’s hot having you watch.”

“Uh-huh,” she groaned. “I just had to… understand. But I do now. It’s beautiful. What you two share.”

I shuddered, staring at my future sister-in-law. I grinned at her, my pussy dripping with juices, and then impaled myself on my brother’s cock. I groaned, my back arching. My tits heaved before me. Wonderful friction burned through my depths as my brother entered me.

His cock filled me. So big and thick. I whimpered, squirming on him. His girth stretched me to my wonderful limits. I groaned, clenching down hard. I undulated my hips, stirring him around in me, loving how he felt in my snatch.

“Ride him,” groaned Ava, Zanyia’s fingers pumping fast in and out of the princess’s cunt. “Just ride your brother hard. Make him cum. I want him gasping in pleasure.”

“Yes,” Sven groaned. “You heard her, sister dear. That’s a royal command.”

“To fuck my brother?” I groaned my snatch tightening on his wonderful cock. “Gladly.”

I rose on his dick, shivering at the hot slide against my flesh. His girth teased me, sending such wonderful delight through me. I swirled my hips, stirring the tip of his cock through my pussy, making him groan, before I slammed back down again.

My tits heaved. His right hand cupped my left, his left hand squeezing my hip. He groped me, squeezed me, rubbed my nipple as I rode him. I shuddered, new delights coursing through me as the rapture surged through my body.

I leaned over him, my breasts jiggling, and ground my clit into his pubic bone on every downstroke. Such wonderful rapture shivered through me. I moaned, my eyes rolling back into my head as I fucked my brother so hard.

“Oh, Sven, yes,” I groaned. “I love your cock in me. My brother’s dick! It’s the best.”

“The best,” Ava whimpered, twitching in Zanyia’s embrace. “Just the absolute best. Fuck him. Love him!”

“I am!” I groaned. “I do! I love my brother so much! I always have!”

“We’re true sisters,” Ava whimpered, still clutching my brother’s hand.

I smiled at the princess, nodding my head in agreement. My pussy clenched hard on my brother’s shaft as I rode up him. He groaned, his face twisting with pleasure. He squeezed my left breast hard. I loved the strength of his grip, the passion in his hand.

Then he groaned and flipped me onto my back. I gasped, suddenly crushed by his wonderful weight. I loved being beneath him. Ava took my hand this time, squeezing it as Sven drew back and slammed his cock into my dripping snatch.

“Yes, yes, yes, love her, Sven!” Ava groaned. “Love our sister.”

“Love her, Master!” Zanyia purred, her fingers almost a blur as they plunged into Ava’s snatch.

“I do love her,” Sven groaned, his lips nuzzling at my neck.

“Good,” Ava purred, her rosy face contorting in rapture. “And you, you naughty minx, you’re doing such wicked things to me.”

“I’m a naughty lamia,” Zanyia purred. “And you’ll love this.”

Ava gasped, her body bucking, her orgasm burning through her as Zanyia’s trained fingers plunged into the proxy’s pussy. The princess moaned out her climax into the dark forest. Her passion caressed me.

I shivered, my pussy clenching hard on my brother’s dick. I clutched him to me, my breasts rubbing on his muscular chest. I bucked into his hard thrusts, his balls thwacking over and over into my pussy taint.

Driving me wild with passion.

I whimpered, drinking in the thrust, squeezing Ava’s hand as my orgasm swelled. The princess’s eyes fluttered. She let out the cutest moans as her pleasure peaked in her. Then her eyes focused on me, her smile grew.

“Cum, Kora! Cum on your brother’s dick! Milk all the jizz out of his dick.”

“All that yummy, incestuous spunk, Mistress!” Zanyia purred before nibbling on the princess’s shoulder.

“Yes,” Sven groaned, his lips kissing harder at my cheek. “Milk my cock, sister dear.”

“I will, brother mine!” I moaned, his dick slamming into me. His pubic bone pressed on my clit.

My orgasm exploded through me. Incestuous rapture surged through my body. I groaned and whimpered. I bucked beneath him, my pussy convulsing about his amazing cock. Stars burst before my eyes. Sparks showered through my body.

He groaned, driving hard, fast into my cunt. My pussy milked his cock, eager to be flooded by his seed. He rammed into my depths and let out a loud groan. I shuddered, his spunk spurting into my depths. So hot and creamy.

“Cum in her, Sven! Flood your sister!” gasped the princess, sharing in our incestuous love.

“I’m pumping so much into her, Ava,” my brother groaned.

“He is,” I whimpered, my pleasure peaking in me. I held him tight, so glad we survived.

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

Aingeal

What wicked humans they were. I found them so intriguing. Brother and sister making love, violating the mores of their society. Uniting in the forbidden and reveling in it with the imbuer. I cocked my head, so intrigued.

Did she have a connection with Duke Gallchobhar.

And what did they want with me? Why did they want a virgin to lure me in? My wings fluttered. These humans were so interesting. I sense such a wicked game forming here. Something that would entertain me for days.

Maybe even weeks. Ooh, the pranks I would play on them. I couldn’t wait.

My pussy growing hotter as brother spilled seed into sister, I shoved my fingers between my thighs and rubbed at my dripping snatch. Tonight, I would just watch them sport. There would be time for naughtier games later.

To be continued…

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Marcus meets with a PI who has some interesting information

Tuesday, 4:06 pm

One airplane and helicopter purchase later, and we headed back to the Dunbar building. Once all three of us had satisfied our carnal desires, Erin opened the plane, and I was astounded to see that the entire squad was still out there waiting for me to make a decision. I felt terrible about leaving them all hanging, but a part of me also felt powerful. It didn’t matter if I’d taken more than an hour to decide; they were still waiting on me.

I notified Sam that I would be purchasing the plane, and just as he was about to initiate the purchase, Erin asked about helicopters, stating that they would be a safer and faster way of getting around. I loved the idea. The apartment already had a helipad, and I could have one built on top of the Dunbar building. Photographers would have a hard time chasing someone flying around in the air.

Erin already had a pilot picked out, and Vikram was there to ensure everything went as smoothly and quickly as possible, freeing up my time to head back to the office. Sam and Vikram assured me the plane would be entirely purchased, vetted, insured, registered, and prepped for take-off tomorrow morning for Vegas. I couldn’t believe a purchase like this could move so fast, but Erin insisted that, with enough money, any amount of friction and red tape could be removed.

Assured that everything was handled, Chloe, Helen, Erin, and I piled into the SUV we came in while Ray and the Johns followed behind us as we made our way across town to the Dunbar building. On the way, Erin and I made plans for the trip to Vegas tomorrow, deciding on me, her, and Danielle. I asked Helen to come, but she declined, claiming she couldn’t go because of other business in the city, but the look she gave me from the front seat made the real reason vividly clear. Helen VanCamp running off to Vegas with YPV’s largest client wouldn’t be a good look, something her husband would take issue with.

I called Danielle to see if she could go, but she had already called in a few favors to spend the entire weekend at my place and couldn’t afford to abandon her job to spend the week with me. I almost suggested she quit, but from what I saw, she seemed to enjoy it and I didn’t want to put her in that position. Her genuine disappointment in turning me down made the let-down more bearable.

“Is there anyone else you want to invite?” Erin asked.

“What? You don’t think you’re enough for me?”

“Oh, I’m enough,” Erin said, flashing me her patented grin. “I just think it’d be a shame not to share the wealth.”

Natalie was the first person to come to mind, but that wasn’t an option now that she was officially dating someone else.

Erin’s phone rang before I could answer, and she glanced at it. “It’s John,” she said, her brow knitted in confusion.

“One of the ones back there?” I asked, hiking my thumb over my shoulder.

“No. The one at the apartment,” she said and answered the phone. “Hello? Yes.”

Her eyes went wide, and then she squeezed them shut. She slapped her hand on her forehead. “Oh my god, I’m sorry, John! I meant to tell you Bobbi Nanford would be moving in there today. Yes, let her up.” She glanced at me, watching my reaction as she continued. “Tell her to find a room to put her stuff and then make herself at home. We’ll be at the Dunbar building for a few more hours. After that, we’ll be home, and I can help her get settled.”

She listened as John spoke on the other end and said, “Okay, thank you, John.” Then she hung up, looked at me, and said, “I don’t suppose you’d consider Bobbi for Vegas?”

“Fuck no!” I said. “Have you even met her yet?”

“I haven’t, but Helen’s told me stories.”

“Yeah… I want to have a good time there, and Bobbi is definitely not a good time.”

“I beg to differ,” Helen said, and I could see a slight smirk playing about her lips. I felt my dick stir at the memory of the time we shared with Bobbi and wondered if we were overdue for a repeat performance.

“This trip is about removing stress, Helen,” I said, “not adding to it.”

“Fair enough,” Erin said as the car stopped in front of the Dunbar building. The four of us got out and made a beeline for the front lobby before we attracted too much attention while one of the Johns got out of the car behind us and jumped into the SUV to park it.

“What about Natashya?” Erin asked as we entered the lobby. I stopped briefly to say hi to Andrew before passing through security.

“You mean for Vegas?” I asked as we reached the elevators.

“Yeah,” she said. “I saw how well you two hit it off this weekend. I’m sure she would be a lot of fun.”

Natashya was one of the three exotic dancers Erin, Danni, and I met in The Starlight – a high-end gentlemen’s club for the rich and famous. The three of us, along with Natashya and two of her friends, Rose and Honey, ended up in the high-end VIP suite where we’d participated in a six-person orgy. Not finished, the six of us went to my apartment, where we continued well into dawn. Honey left the following morning, but Rose and Natashya stayed the entire weekend. The five of us spent the next day and a half consecrating every room of my vast apartment with at least one person’s fluids. I’d enjoyed them all, but Natashya’s exotic, half-Asian features and dreads fascinated me. Our personalities had also meshed well, so my dick ended up finding its way into her more than anyone else during the rest of the weekend.

“Yeah,” I said, reminding myself that she and Erin had also become especially cozy that weekend. I suspected she would be a good fit if she was open to coming with us. “That could be fun.”

I called her, and she answered on the second ring. Like Helen and Danielle, she told me she couldn’t take that much time off work, but unlike Danni, I knew she wasn’t as attached to her job.

“I’ll cover it,” I said. “Whatever a good Saturday night is for you, I’ll pay that for every day you have to miss work.” I regretted it as soon as I said it, concerned that she would take it as some sort of commentary on how she was essentially a prostitute.

“Hm,” Natashya said, “That is tempting. I would accept if The Starlight could find someone to cover for me for that many days.”

“The Starlight would need someone to cover your shift so you can go?” I asked.

“Suggest that you pay the company their cut,” Erin muttered.

I did, and Natashya immediately said yes.

“Good!” I said, grinning. “I’m glad you said yes. It’ll be me, you, and Erin.”

“Two of my favorite people,” Natashya purred, that subtle hint of an accent bleeding through her words.

Erin watched my face and could tell I was happy with the outcome. “Tell her I’m going to rock her fucking ass off when we get there.”

“I heard that,” Natashya said. “Tell her I can’t wait. See you tomorrow?”

“Be ready at eight o’clock,” I said. “We’ll send a car for you.”

“Fancy! Talk to you tomorrow.” She made a kissing sound and hung up.

“She said she can’t wait,” I said to Erin as the elevator doors opened. As we stepped into the lobby of my office floor, I noticed some building supplies stacked in one corner. Erin must have found a contractor to remodel this space to my specifications. After sleeping in the office a couple of times, I asked Erin to find someone to turn this floor into a small apartment on top of being a workspace.

“This sounds like it’s shaping up to be a lot of fun,” Helen said. “I’m sad I’ll miss it.”

She hadn’t been part of the weekend’s festivities because I had been mad at her, and I felt a little bad that she would miss out on an encore performance. I would have to talk to her later and see if I could convince her to change her mind. The thought of having Erin, Natashya, and Helen with me was enticing.

“You’d like her,” I said as I entered my office with the other two on my heels. Chloe broke off from us to go into her office next door to mine, leaving the two of us alone. Helen shut the door behind us.

“Okay, so Vegas planning aside,” I said, rounding my desk and sitting down, “I have a meeting with the investigator in a few minutes. Is there anything I need to know in advance?”

“Not really,” Erin said, sitting on the edge of one of the seats and crossing her arms over her chest. “He says he has a lead on the man who trashed your apartment and thinks it might be a link to someone you know, but he didn’t want to say anything over the phone. He’s a little eccentric about things like that. Chloe says that it’s because of the line of work he was in.”

“Alright.” I looked at Helen, who took a seat on the couch. “And Chandler?”

“Like I said,” Helen replied, “We get him to keep the hounds at bay as long as he can while we get you oriented a little more. I’m confident he can buy us at least two weeks. Chandler’s very capable. Despite the chaos surrounding Colin’s passing, he’s done well with the company.”

“I recommend you bring him into your inner circle, though,” Helen continued. “I don’t have faith in many people, but Chandler’s one I think you can trust, and he would be much more effective if he knew everything.”

I shrugged and said, “That’s fine. It’s not like I have some sort of secret master plan-”

My phone rang, and I pulled it from my pocket to check who it was. I remembered that Bobbi was now inside my house, and for all I knew, it could be on fire.

It wasn’t Bobbi, though.

“It’s Emily,” I said. “Just let me take this real quick.”

I stood up and started pacing around the desk as I answered the phone, “Hey Em!”

“Hey, M,” she said back. “Just checking on you. I heard about Jacob.”

“How?” I asked. “That just happened this morning!”

“Hillary called me,” Emily said. “Jacob called and ranted to her about you, calling you selfish. She said he called you the ‘R’-word and said that you wouldn’t give him a chance. He was so mad he let enough slip for her to figure out he wasn’t working. She called him out on it and he came clean and confessed that he lost his job a week ago. Get this… he’s just been driving around, gambling online, and eating beef jerky all day for the last two weeks while telling her he’s been at work.”

“Jesus,” I muttered. “Gambling and beef jerky? Both of those things will burn through their savings in no time.”

“Yeah. I tried to call him, but he didn’t answer. Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m fine. I have security now, and they handled him. Is Hillary going to kick his ass?”

“I don’t know. She doesn’t have the temperament for that, so I doubt it.”

“You think she’ll leave him?”

“No,” she replied. “She doesn’t have the temperament for that either. I wish she would at least consider it, though. I don’t understand how she can put up with all his crap. It’s not like he’s providing for them. She would probably be better off…”

“Yeah,” I said absentmindedly, watching Helen and Erin as Emily continued to ramble on about Jacob’s marriage. Helen leaned forward and whispered something to Erin, casting furtive glances over at me as her lips brushed my assistant’s ear. “Do Mom and Dad know about it?”

“No,” Emily said, “And they’re not going to find out. At least, not from me. I don’t want to risk Jacob showing up at my place yelling at me.”

Erin turned her head and pressed her lips to Helen’s. The older woman opened her mouth, and I had a front-row seat as my assistant’s tongue plunged between Helen’s lips. The two ladies gave me a graphic display of their sapphic make-out session, almost acting like they were the only two in the room as they focused their attention entirely on each other.

Erin ended the kiss, grabbed her lover’s face, slid her tongue along Helen’s chin, and ran it across Helen’s lips and up her cheek. Helen extended her tongue, and Erin slipped it between her lips, sucking on it like a little cock as she moved her head up and down on it. Then she extended her tongue, swirling it around Helen’s, ensuring it was all very visible to me as Emily and I continued our conversation.

“Um…” I said, suddenly finding it hard to concentrate. “That’s good. I… uh…”

In one fluid motion, Erin slid off the edge of the chair and onto her knees without breaking the messy kiss she shared with Helen. She walked on her knees, closing the little remaining distance between them, and Helen spread her legs open, inviting my assistant to slip inside them.

“You okay?” Emily said when I failed to form a coherent sentence.

“Yeah,” I said, watching as Erin broke the kiss and trailed her lips down the throat of a woman old enough to be her mother. I slipped my hand in my pocket and adjusted my suddenly hardening member to make it more comfortable in my pants.

“Yeah,” I continued. “I just saw a text on my phone. I got distracted.”

Letting her head fall back, Helen’s eyes slid shut, and she let out a small whimper as Erin peeled her blouse up, exposing her tits. I watched as the younger woman pulled one of her bra cups aside, revealing a stiff, pale pink nipple that she slipped between her lips.

“Sounds like you’re busy,” Emily said. “Should I let you go?”

“I… have a few more minutes,” I said. Helen lifted her head, and her eyes slowly opened, her icy-blue eyes locking onto mine. She slipped a pretty pink lip between her teeth and bit on it as her perfectly manicured fingers slid through Erin’s silver hair, pressing her firmly against her breast.

“What are you doing?” I mouthed at Helen. She simply smirked at me in response.

“I have a meeting soon, though,” I told Emily, “so I should wrap this up, but I wanted to say congrats again on getting the part in the play.”

“Thanks!” Emily said. “Rehearsals don’t start till the middle of next week, so I’m going to take it easy the rest of this week. The director is a taskmaster, so I’ll be busy.”

“What are you going to do?” I asked, barely able to pay attention to my conversation with my sister. I absentmindedly squeezed my cock through my pocket as I watched Erin bob lower, half her head disappearing under the skirt Helen had bunched around her thighs. Helen fixed her eyes on mine as she gently grazed her fingernails through Erin’s hair. Her hips began to rock back and forth as Erin was suckling on the older woman’s pussy.

“I don’t know,” Emily said. “I have some reading to catch up on. Could I come by your house and use your pool this week?”

“I… yeah,” I said, feeling very weird about being turned on enough to touch myself as two women engaged in lesbian delights in front of me while talking to my sister on the phone. It didn’t stop me, though. Despite having only fucked them a handful of hours ago, watching Helen and Erin interact with each other in this way was incredibly erotic. They were two of the sexiest women I’d ever met, and their lesbian display was priming me for a round two.

“I won’t be there,” I continued, “but I’ll make sure you have access to the apartment while I’m gone.”

“Where will you be?”

“I’m going to Vegas for a few days,” I said. The uh…” I turned around to face my desk so I could concentrate on Emily. “There’s been a lot of people hounding me since the news broke, and the interview yesterday just made things worse. I bought a plane today, and I’ll be leaving in the morning.”

I heard Helen let a low moan, and my hand immediately shot up to cover the bottom portion of my phone as I whirled back around. Helen smiled at me, her face contorted in pleasure, and her eyes shone with mischief, but as soon as I faced her, her moan died in her throat. The message was clear: You either have to look, or you have to hear. Choose.

“What was that?” Emily asked.

“Would you cut it out?” I mouthed at Helen. Ignoring me, she arched her back, her chest in the air as she writhed against Erin’s oral abilities.

“Ah. Not sure. Might be someone passing in the hall,” I said.

“Ah,” Emily said, sounding mollified. “So you bought a plane just like that? Marcus, that’s amazing!”

“I know,” I said. “I can hardly believe it myself.”

I watched Helen’s writhing intensify as her face screwed up in obvious pleasure. Her eyes clenched shut as the fingers she’d been running through Erin’s hair tightened their hold, making a firm grip on the young woman’s hair.

I thought about Helen and her behavior since we met. She had obviously displayed a certain level of submissiveness. In her younger years, she surrendered herself to her husband and had done so to me on several occasions, most recently when I’d forced her to take my dick down her throat while talking to Ashlee. However, Helen displayed a dominant tendency with the others, especially Bobbi. It was a turn-on watching a powerful woman who had submitted to me using other women for her pleasure.

As I watched her, an idea formed in my mind – an evil idea.

Helen started to shiver under Erin’s efforts, and I slowly stepped closer, observing her on the threshold of what appeared to be an intense orgasm. She had one arm over her head, gripping the back of the couch, her face buried in the crook of her elbow. As Emily continued to drone on about me buying a plane and staying at the apartment, I covered my hand with the receiver and gently cleared my throat. Helen slowly turned her head and opened her eyes to look up at me.

She looked desperate to cum on my assistant’s pretty face as I mouthed at her, “Can you come to my house tonight?”

She nodded and then began to convulse, throwing her head back as she quietly grunted through a powerful orgasm. I backed away from her and tried to turn as much of my attention back to Emily as I could.

“… stay there. I mean, if that’s alright with you. Feel free to say no,” Emily was saying. It was cute how she felt like she needed to build a case to get me to agree to let her stay at my apartment after I’d already told her she could. I suspected she still felt guilty for everything she put me through when she returned from California.

“Of course,” I insisted. “You don’t have to convince me, Em. You’re my sister. I’m happy to have you there.”

“Oh my god! Thank you! I can’t wait!”

“Anytime,” I said, smiling at the enthusiasm of using my apartment. I guess I couldn’t blame her; I was still trying to wrap my head around the place I now called home.

I turned back around to see how the ladies were faring and watched as my assistant continued to feast on Helen, making the older woman ride through another orgasm. My blood was boiling, and I wanted to stick my cock inside my lawyer’s sopping-wet pussy. “Listen, I need to let you go. I’m going to have my meeting soon. Erin will be with me, so call Vikram. I’m sure he can set you up.”

“Okay!” Emily said. “Bye! I’ll-”

“By Em,” I said, my voice almost a growl as I hung up on my sister. I dropped my phone to the ground and lunged at Helen as it clattered across the floor, grabbing her by the back of the hair with one hand and wrapping my fingers around her neck with the other.

“What-” she started to say, but I cut her off with a fierce kiss, invading her mouth with my tongue and enjoying the feeling of her panting into mine as Erin continued to go down on her. Helen’s squeal was muffled by my lips as the younger woman continued to eat her through her second climax, her hips bucking against my assistant’s face. I placed a hand on her thigh to keep her steady and help Erin.

We were still kissing fiercely when Erin finally pulled her lips from between Helen’s legs and stood up. “You want a turn, boss?” she panted. “I think you have a little time before-”

I tore my lips from Helen’s, turned, grabbed Erin’s face, and planted my lips on hers. My tongue delved into her mouth, tasting Helen’s pleasure as I made out with my assistant, and I felt her moan into my mouth as her hands slid up my chest and wrapped around my neck. Her firm, modest breasts pressed into my chest as she kissed me back with reckless abandon, pushing a mixture of her saliva and Helen’s juices into my mouth for me to drink. It was pure ambrosia.

Helen slid forward, her legs on either side of me as she pressed herself against my back and started kissing along my neck. I was sandwiched between the two of them as they primed me for another round of intense fucking.

Then the door opened.

All three of our heads snapped around to see who had intruded on our moment of intimacy and saw Chloe’s head halfway through the doorway, eyeing us. She managed to keep a straight face, but I noticed the corner of her mouth hitch up in what might have been amusement.

“Sorry to interrupt,” she gruffed. “Psalter’s in the lobby waiting to meet with you.”

“He’s early,” I breathed.

“He likes to be early,” Chloe said.

“Fuck,” I said under my breath.

“He’s on your time,” Chloe said. “If you want, I can take him to the office and talk war stories while you finish here.”

It was tempting, but I shook my head. “No. I have a meeting with Chandler right after. Go ahead and take him to your office. I’ll be right there.”

I extracted myself from Erin and stood up. She was right behind me while Helen was left on the couch, straightening her bra and getting her blouse back into place. I glanced at Erin; she looked like a mess. Her entire face, from nose to chin, was slick with saliva and Helen’s juices, and she had a severe case of sex hair.

“You two should get cleaned up,” I said, “then meet us in Chloe’s office.”

Chloe cast me an unreadable expression and then closed the door as she left to fetch the investigator. Erin reached into her bag and pulled out a pack of wet wipes, handing me a couple while she pulled some out for herself.

“Sorry,” Helen said. “I assumed we had a little more time. Since you’re leaving in the morning, I thought we could sneak in another quick one.”

“It’s fine,” I said, frustrated that I hadn’t gotten a chance to get off. “Maybe we can pick this up later.”

After making myself presentable, I left my office and found Chloe standing just outside my door, waiting for me.

“He’s in my office,” she said.

I started to turn to head that way, but she placed a hand on my shoulder. “Look, it’s your choice how you want to conduct yourself, but when you have important meetings like this, I recommend practicing a little more professionalism. I don’t know Chan Grayson. He seems easygoing, so he might be fine with it, but Psalter doesn’t have a lot of patience for foolishness. He can be an asset, but he won’t have anything to do with you if he thinks you don’t have any self-discipline. In his line of work, he requires people he can depend on. It doesn’t matter how much money you have.”

I stared back at her, not quite sure what to say. She was probably right, of course, but I was surprised she was being this frank. Maybe I shouldn’t have been, considering our talk last night.

“This is just advice,” she said. “I’m not telling you what to do, but you’re in some pretty deep waters, and there’s a lot of things out there that can smell the smallest bit of weakness. Maybe learn to keep it in your pants from time to time.”

“You’re right,” I said. “I’ll work on it.”

She stared at me with that unreadable expression of hers and then glanced over her shoulder at my closed office door. “I can see Erin getting carried away,” she sighed, “but I would have thought Helen would be more responsible.”

“I think she was just a little overexcited to be back with us,” I admitted.

“Mm,” she grunted and looked back at me. “I can’t smell them on you. Whatever you did, good job. You ready?”

“Lead the way,” I said, following her.

As soon as we entered Chloe’s office, Henry Psalter stood up and looked at me with an intense, piercing gaze that was almost off-putting, but at the same time, his eyes seemed to have a dead quality to them. He was a lot different than I expected. I imagined him as some sort of Bob Hoskins character from Who Framed Roger Rabbit, wearing a brown fedora and a trench coat. I’d never met a private investigator before today, so I only had Hollywood to go off of.

Psalter stood nearly six feet tall, with deep brown skin and salt-and-pepper hair cut close to the scalp. He was clean-shaven, with deep lines under his eyes and at the corners of his mouth. He looked like he was pushing sixty, but it was hard to be sure. He wore a mustard yellow button-down shirt with a grey knit sweater vest over it, dark slacks, and black dress shoes. He looked like a nerd from South America.

He smiled as he stuck out his hand, but that smile never reached those vacant eyes of his.

“Mr. Upton?”

“Mr. Psalter?” I shook his hand; his grip had just the right amount of firmness, which surprised me because I almost expected it to feel more like a dead fish.

“Please, have a seat,” I said as I took another chair. Chloe leaned against the wall behind her desk, crossing her ankles and folding her arms.

“I prefer to stand, thank you,” he said as he reached down to pull a manilla envelope from a leather satchel. “In the late 1980’s, I met with a priest in Camaguey. He was a trusted confidante of Salvador Magluta’s turned informant for me. We had a working relationship for the past two years, and I trusted the man.”

He handed the envelope to me as he continued, “He had just poured me a finger of Dalmore. I swear, Arturo wouldn’t shut up about that bottle of scotch Magluta had gifted him. He always said he was saving it for a special occasion. I should have known something was wrong, but I ignored my instinct. Ironically, that same scotch saved my life. I was taking my first sip when the glass caught the knife meant for my throat. You see, one of his altar boys had snuck up behind me.”

He backed away from me and clasped his hands in front of him, waiting for me to take a look at what he’d given me. “Needless to say, that’s the last time I’ve sat down during a meeting and the last time I will ever sit facing away from a point of egress.”

Unsure of what to say, I looked from him to Chloe but got nothing from her. I looked back at Henry. “What happened to the priest?”

“He met his God,” Psalter said matter-of-factly.

I considered asking about the altar boy, but something in Psalter’s vacant expression answered my unasked question.

Since he seemed to be waiting for me to look at the contents he handed me, I opened the envelope and pulled out a small collection of papers and photographs. The first was a large picture of a man wearing a button-down shirt, eating lasagna just outside a restaurant with another man sitting across from him.

I immediately recognized him. That scar was hard to miss.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed as the door opened, and the other two entered Chloe’s office.

“What is it?” Erin and Chloe both said at the same time.

I held up the image and said, “This is the guy who tried to pull a gun on me this morning!”

“Are you sure?” Erin said, walking over to stand behind me and peer over my shoulder.

“Yeah,” I said. “I won’t forget that face anytime soon.”

Chloe approached me, and I handed her the photo. “He was in the coffee shop,” I said. “Do you recognize him?”

She didn’t respond immediately as she stared at the photo. “I didn’t see him in the coffee shop,” she finally said, “but I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere before.”

“Very likely,” Henry said. “He worked for Colin Gerrard.”

All four of us looked up at Henry.

“What?” I asked.

“Are you serious?” Helen asked.

“That’s it,” Chloe said, as if finally recognizing the face. “I saw him once around the VistaVision building. Roughly two weeks before Gerrard died.”

I took the photo back from Chloe. “Do you think this is the guy responsible for my grandpa’s death?”

Henry shook his head and said, “Doubtful. He was in the Caymans at the time of your grandfather’s death.”

“What was he doing there?” Erin asked.

“I haven’t been able to piece that together,” Henry said, “but he wasn’t even in the country. It doesn’t mean he didn’t have a hand in it, but it does mean that if he played a role, he didn’t act alone.”

“Wait… why are you showing me this guy? He pulled a gun on me just this morning. Did Chloe fill you in?”

“Hardly,” Psalter said, “This is the man who broke into your apartment.”

On hearing that, I stood up and began pacing the small office. Had I been wrong about the reason for the break-in? What if he’d been looking for me? What if he’d been trying to get to me for the past week, and I’d been ignorant the entire time?

But then… why trash my apartment if that wasn’t his goal? He certainly hadn’t been quiet about it. It didn’t sound like the actions of someone whose only goal was to assassinate me.

I turned to look at Henry. “Do you know why he broke in?”

Henry shook his head and said, “Not that I’ve been able to determine. Nothing has been reported missing. In light of this new information, it’s possible he was looking for you and trashed your apartment to cover that fact up.” Henry looked doubtful at that prospect. “It seems unlikely because he could have simply left without you knowing he’d been there if he were competent.”

“The other theory is that he could have been searching for something of your grandfather’s that isn’t easy to locate. Perhaps it’s something in a safety deposit box that no one is aware of.” He arched an eyebrow at me, fixing me with a deadpan expression. “I don’t suppose your grandfather left you any sort of secret message or anything. Perhaps a puzzle box you have to solve, revealing some grand mystery?”

I glanced at Chloe again. Was this guy serious?

Looking back at Henry, I shook my head.

“Well, I’ll continue to look into it,” he said, gesturing to the rest of the stack I’d left on the desk when I started pacing. “If you please.”

I started sifting through the papers along with Erin and Helen. There was a file on the gunman, naming him as Charles Edgar Cartwright. According to the information, he was fifty-four and had served time in prison for several offenses – assault, grand theft auto, larceny, and murder. It went on to state that Cartwright had been sentenced to two life terms but had been released for good behavior and ‘extenuating circumstances.’

“They let this guy out of prison early?” I asked.

“Yes,” Henry said. “Your grandfather’s doing. I believe it engendered a certain level of loyalty from Cartwright.”

“Some loyalty,” I muttered. “Murdering the guy who got you out of prison.”

“It’s possible that he didn’t have a hand in the death of Mr. Gerrard,” Psalter said.

I sifted through a few other papers, and an image caught my eye. Another photo of Cartwright lay on the desk. It looked like a still from a CCTV camera, but there was no mistaking the man in the picture. The first thing I noticed was the time stamp on the upper right corner of the image – it had been taken two hours after the break-in.

In the image, he was talking to someone. Someone I knew very well.

I looked up at my lawyer and said, “Helen, what the fuck is Ashlee doing talking to this guy?”

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This is a continuing story about a young white girls travels as a white slave to black men

White Slavery or is it really Part 3

This is a continuing story of a young white girl after returning to the states due to the death of her father, quickly becomes an oversexed young teenager, and incurs one incredible sexual experience after another. She comes of age as an attractive young woman in this new most enticing area around the big city of New York.

Adanna on the other hand being young and naive started to protest, this was met with this older black female security agent calling in, two male guards who held her arms, while this big black woman undid the bow and unceremoniously pulled her dress down to her ankles this was quickly followed by her literally ripping Adanna;s leather briefs off! She was then standing their trembling, totally naked in front of all these strangers with her arms held helplessly out to each side.
Samanya, was then told to bend over the table and to spread her legs. She did so immediately, then this matronly black woman with a sadistic smile on her face licked several of her long black fingers, and then proceeded to stick one, and then the other quite deeply into Samanya’s anus. Samanya groaned as this woman with out any type of lube latex glove or compassion, probed around in there and after several minutes concluded that she was hiding nothing in there!.

Ananna had been standing there naked watching all this with these two men holding her, and although being scared to death, nude and forcefully held. Felt herself becoming strangely wet, with anticipation and a desirable and very stimulating sexual feeling starting to emerge from her pubes!…

Samanya was then told to get on the table, and spread her legs as wide as she could, and place her hands behind her head. This old gal now smiled with anticipation wetting all four of her fingers and plunging them into Samanya’s pussy, one at a time until all but her thumb were in there!. This was followed by her thumb pressing quite hard against Samanya’s clit as she worked her hand around probing, grabbing, squeezing, until all of her hand except for her thumb was deep in Samanya’s sweet tight, black little cunt! She now became more gentle almost loving as her eyes glazed over for a moment and with a very sensual touch…
At first Samanya was stretched quite painfully but after the initial pain her vagina relaxed and felt quite comfortable resulting in a slow and very enjoyable orgasm from this older woman’s expert touch. She at first had thought about protesting, but quickly realized that that this woman only wanted to sexually amuse herself, pleasure her, and had the power to do so. After this Revelation she just relaxed, enjoying herself and letting this woman have her way, pushing back just enough and only making approving noises as this woman pleasured her each time. The old gal slowly pulled her fingers out. Telling Samanya to get off the table get dressed and to wait outside until they were done with Adanna.

Adanna although not knowing exactly why, but feeling very wet and aroused was still naively protesting, although very meekly. This action on her part had been received with swift and brutal treatment. This older black woman then told these guards to bend her over the table, and hold her down tight! As the woman pulled off her wide leather belt, and proceeded to give Adanna a dozen or so very hard stinging whacks on her bare bottom, along with a few well placed ones right on her virgin white little cunt!. Adanna, had never had anyone spank her, not even her parents, But to be whipped with a belt was almost more than she could handle! She was now crying and begging this woman to stop, and saying OMG please,..stop! and.that she would do anything, this woman wanted,… if only,.. she would stop!

The woman not quite believing her, had these two guards hold her in the identical position that Samanya had been in. This extra forcefulness coupled with her already wet pussy and erotic feelings allowed her to have an uncontrolled shuddering orgasm as this woman plunged her long finger down into Adanna’s tight little pink sphincter muscle, as these men held her!.

She was then unceremoniously lifted up onto the table, and this woman did to Adanna, exactly what she had done to Samanya with the exception that she at first went down on Adanna’s sweet pink wet folds, followed by really sucking on her clitoris! Something that Adanna had experienced only briefly before, with Samanya just prior to being abducted. The results were even more noticeably rewarding, as to be held down by force, was the key to the numerous trembling orgasms she was having. This older woman kept after her making perverse slurping noise’s like a wild sexual animal and did not want to stop! She could not continue doing so for long, as other pressing security matters needed to be attended to, and reluctantly stopped with a grudgingly sucking pop when her lips finally pulled free telling Adanna to get dressed.

As Adanna and Samanya were lead back to the main terminal they were told under no uncertain terms, not to say anything to anyone about what had happened!.. If they did, were told they would be in very serious trouble. Her mother was very upset and had been complaining to anyone in authority that would listen as to her plight, but was assured that all was okay and that under the circumstances this was a normal thing.

Samanya did not seem to be bothered at all by this experience deciding it was a very enjoyable and quite amusing. Adanna on the other hand was very flush, much different than her normal wide eyed fair skinned pale demeanor, and could hardly walk or talk and had to be helped along by the two guards!… Her thighs were still trembling, she was very week and barely able to stand having endured many more orgasms especially from the oral sucking of her clit! That had not happened to Samanya, and from the oral expertise of this older black woman that new exactly how and what to do to an innocent and naive young girl like Adanna. Had easily accomplished for her second time this so incredibly wonderful feeling.

Her mother was looking at the guards questionably as they turned Adanna loose, unceremoniously into one of the many chairs at the boarding gate lounge. Adanna assured her mother in almost a whisper that she was quite alright, and not to make any trouble. It had become a moot point anyway as there plane was now boarding and to protest any longer would have meant several more days of delay and the possibility of having to endure a similar fate all over again

Once on the plane Adanna went right to sleep as she was thoroughly drained physically, emotionally and slept during most of the flight. Samanya was not at all bothered by her experience and acted as if nothing happened and continued questioning Adanna’s mother on flying, and what London, New York and the USA would be like?. Upon arriving at Heathrow airport in London, and as they exited the plane the customs security people did again exactly what those in Cameroon had done, taking both of the girls into custody for questioning. Apparently the security people in Cameroon had tagged the girls baggage in such a way that alerted their friends in London that would and could enjoy doing the very same thing to these young girls, that had been done to them in Cameroon! This was the explanation again, due to their unusual passport documents, and because of this, the authorities could easily do whatever they wished with them, and without any repercussions.

Again Adanna’s mother vigorously protested, but again her protests fell on deaf ears, the only difference with this session and the one in Cameroon, was that there were many more men and women in evolved in their fondling. Samanya enjoyed this physical attention and happily did what ever she was told. Adanna after her initial humiliation and resistance had discovered that if she protested or complained at all, she would be forcefully stripped, and several of the male security guards would hold her down, exposing her bare bottom, while one of the female guards would paddled, fondled and play with her. This was a situation that she begun to look forward to after being passed around to each of the security guards and custom agents that had an interest in her breasts pussy or bare bottom! She in mock protest would complain, and this would almost certainly insure the most embarrassing, forceful, abusing, and degrading sexual treatment in front of all these strangers that one could imagine!

They had originally planned on doing some shopping in London as they all needed, and could now easily afford much better clothes than what they had. The problem was that by the time the girls had been released from the customs and security people, they again barely had time to catch their plane!. Upon there arrival in the new big city of New York they were finally able to leave the airport and check into a nice upscale hotel that had been arranged for them by the trust. Her mother had by prearrangement, money and credit cards waiting for all of them. The girls had been in their plain white cotton dresses since leaving their home, and finally had a chance to wash clean up and rest. To Adanna and to a lesser extent for Samanya the bright lights automobiles glitz and especially the people so many of them. Had been quite an experience, not to mention this beautiful old hotel and the incredible rooms they were staying in was a whole new world, at least to them!

As they left the hotel the next morning they still had only these plain bra less clothes to wear and had to again endure numerous leers looks and comments, as it was very difficult to hide their very shapely young bodies as both girls nipples were quite pronounced in these plain white dresses!. This was especially true from the attention a number of males and even a few females gave them. Her mother had not planned on shopping in the high class very upscale shops and stores that surrounded the hotel that catered to expensive women’s tastes. Adanna’s mother had never been interested in any kind of fashion and had been away from any kind of modern styling for years. She of course tried to persuade the girls into buying only plain conservative clothes. But the girls after looking at all the magazines on the airplane and seeing the way women at the airport along with those on the streets of New York were dressed, had only left them wanting, to look like, and have all these beautiful things that these women were wearing.

Adanna’s mother gave up on this idea after seeing them dressed in several current colors and styles. Although Samanya was almost two years older that Adanna, they both had almost identical bodies? One of the sales girls had started calling Samanya Sam, this almost immediately resulted in Adanna’s name being shortened to Addie! Both new nick names made the girls feel more Americanized like locals, that belonged, and that they were just like everyone else.

They had bought a number of tasteful current clothes and even a few conservative ones. They also purchased several bra’s but quickly discovered that because of there nice round full firm breasts they were only needed for modesty. Adanna had been taken by high heels, and was fascinated by the women who wore them, buying several pairs and was now trying to walk to the next store wearing a pair of 4″ stilettos!. Sam had been drawn towards a store that had a number of risque things in the display windows that really drew her interest. She did not know it at the time, but this store catered to hard core lesbian women!.

Adanna’s mother had no idea either, as they entered this store, she thinking only that some of the things on display were a little to.. revealing, and also this store had a separate hair styling salon something that they both were in need of. The girls were encouraged by these sales gals that before they purchased any more clothes they should not only have there hair and nails done they should also have a full body wash and massage. Adanna’s mother thought nothing of this as she had a number of business things to take care of at the trust offices. Leaving the girls, and telling them to buy whatever they liked and to indulge themselves and that money at least for the time being, was no problem. She then told them that she would be back later that afternoon to pick them up!

Her mother of course did not know that she had left these two innocent and naive young women in the care of, one of the most up scale and notorious lesbian establishments in the City of New York! Most of the women who worked in this store were very dominant and agressive lesbians and most of their customers were of course submissive bisexual females.

The girls had no idea, being blissfully unaware of the situation although Sam had been quick to realized that this establishment had more than just sexy clothes to offer?. The older sales gals who worked there thought that the girls had been brought to them for their first sexually erotic encounter with other females, as this sort of thing was common in the city and especially at this store! At first the sales girls did not realize that they were so… young and naively innocent. Sam although with darker skin,.and like Adanna had an incredible body. The girls on the other hand would later think after what had happened to them at the airport, with the customs and security agents, and what was now about to happen to them, would seem to be a ho hum and quite ordinary experience.

Adanna was lead away in the opposite direction towards the hair salon and body massage area, by several of the older sales gals. This along with several others following along telling her what other wonderful things awaited, and that all she had to do was say so. Once in the salon area she was asked to take her clothes off so that when they did her hair, nothing would get on her new clothes! To Adanna this seemed to be an innocent and logical request!

Sam decided to continue shopping for clothes and was very taken by the personal interest and attention that one of the older and quite attractive dark headed sales woman had taken in her. This incredibly attractive woman was big tall and well built, the fact that she was white and Sam not only black, but she was the only African American woman in the entire place did not seem to matter at all. This gal had taken her hand and had lead her into the back of the store, it was more discrete and had a number of high class changing booths and had all sorts of shoes clothes mirrors and other attachments, but none had doors?. There were a number of other women in these booths, with sales girls attending to them. Most were either nude or semi nude and the outfits they were wearing, were like none she had ever seen? At first, do to the beauty of these women, she did not realize that most of the women in the booths were not only nude they were also blindfolded and many were tied up to ring attachments in the booths! The women were in various positions and that the sales gals were not only fitting them with erotic and revealing outfits, they had been doing other shocking and sexually stimulating things to there nakedness!…

The outfits they had on were very attractive, and looked like they were made from a very shinny leather? Most were red, black or white and fit the girls that were wearing them very tight, but left their breasts, nipples, bottoms and pubic areas bare and quite exposed. This very sensual and erotic naked display of these beautiful women was easily making Sam wetter than she had ever been before!.

This older sales gal had lead Sam into one of the empty booths and had asked her to take off her clothes. Once this was done told her to turn around face the wall, spread her legs, and then to put her hands up high on the wall.

When Sam had done this she was told to just stand there, and not to move!.. The woman then said that she would personally fit her with a number of appealing and interesting outfits. As Sam was standing there she could hear this older sales woman say to some of her sales girl friends, to please come over to her booth, and sample some incredible dark tender pussy!… This was quickly followed by several of these sales girls crowding into her booth, the older gal introduced herself as Trina. This was followed by turning Sam’s head and kissing her very deeply on the mouth, this was unexpected and had taken Sam’s breath away, as the other girls started squeezing her breasts and nipples. She was also feeling hands and fingers gently probing her cunt, asshole and pitching her now very wet and erect clit,..for Sam this was again like at the airport a very enjoyable experience that she did not try to stop!. Thinking at first that this was just a wonderful experience and something they did to accommodate all of their new customers?….

Continued in Part 4

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The Toronto Run 2

I woke up and looked at the clock. It was early in the morning, and the moonlight was gleaming through the window. I rubbed my eyes and my head was aching. It was a hangover from the wine last night. I looked over and saw Samantha tucked in her covers. Her long black hair covered her pillow.

It seemed strange seeing a female body laying in the bed next to me. There has always been a male sleeping next to me, but then its been a while since anyone has slept with me.

On the night stand I saw the strap on dildo that she fucked me with last night. I quietly grabbed it, and worked it up my legs. I pulled the covers off her face and gently kissed her cheek. Her eyes slowly opened and looked at me. I smiled at her and rolled in the covers till I was lying on top of her. Her hand raised and touched my face and I kissed her as I positioned my plastic cock on the opening of her twat.

I fucked her for the next hour making her orgasm several times. The sun was coming up and blazing through the window. I rolled off of her and she threw the covers on the ground and ate my asshole while I fingered myself till I came.

“Do you still want to meet those guys today?” she asked
“Samantha I am kind of nervous. I am really shy and I have a case
of social anxiety. I get really nervous when I have to meet new
people.” I said
“Social anxiety?” She questioned.
“Yes I always have been that way since I was a little girl. I have
never had a lot of friends because I am always so scared to meet
new people. I am fine with the people I work with and everything,
its just any kind of social event where I am forced to meet someone
and make a first impression I get terrified. I was so nervous
yesterday when I met you, but obviously I am comfortable with you
now.” I said
“I have never heard of that before.” she said
“It really sucks.” I said. “Like when I’m in a public restroom and
there is another girl in the room I can’t pee.”

Samantha looked at me like I was a mental case. She got out of bed and I watched her beautiful body walk over to the table. She grabbed her cell phone and scrolled through the names. My pussy moistened again as I looked at her. She had a perfect body, her skin was milky white and her butt crack was small and cute.

“Hey its me.” She said in the phone…”You guys want to get together
today.” she said, I heard a male voice in the phone.
“Ok, well I met this girl yesterday, and she is really hot. She is a flight attendant and she is
only in town for today. I am at her hotel room and I fucked her last night. She is
a horny bitch and she likes to fuck, but she is really shy and gets nervous around new
people. So when we get there today don’t talk
to her much just start fucking her ok. I don’t want her to feel
uncomfortable.” She said “We’ll be there around noon okay.” She said in her accent and
flipped her phone shut.

She turned around and looked at me.

“Samantha, what was that? EI asked “I thought you were just going to
introduce me to some nice guys.”
“They are nice guys. They are cute really horny and they have big
cocks.” she said

My face turned red and I put my hand on my face and smiled. She walked over to the bed and sat down next to me. She wrapped her arms around my shoulder and kissed me.

“Don’t be nervous, you are just in town today. Lets go have a good
time and you will leave tomorrow morning and you will never see
them again.” She said

We got dressed and walked out to her car. We drove across town, and my mind was blank not knowing what to expect. We pulled into a dirt road and drove at least a mile before we came to a house. I got out of the car and Samantha walked over to me and grabbed my hand and led me to the door. She knocked on the door and a guy answered. His shirt was off and he had a tight ripped stomach. I looked at him and he didn’t say anything to me as I walked in the door.

There were three other guys sitting on the couch with jeans and t- shirts on. They got up and walked towards me. A door opened and two guys walked out totally naked. Their cocks were fully erect as they walked towards me. My heart was racing and I swallowed hard. I stood there and must of looked ridiculous with my arms hanging at my side. I stood their and felt completely insecure as they all walked up to me. They reached me and circled around me. I stood there and stared at the ground. I couldn’t look them in the eye and I glanced over at Samantha. She had a serious look on her face as she looked over the situation.

One of the guys that was naked stood behind me, and put two hands on my shoulders. He started kissing my neck and I closed my eyes. The hands all touched me and started rubbing my body. I felt a hand work in my jeans and his fingers crawled inside my underwear, another hand worked down my lower back and went in the back of my jeans. I started to relax and I kept my eyes closed as I felt ten hands rubbing me. One hand reached my cunt and its two fingers massaged my clit. I felt another hand work between my butt cheeks and a finger began wiggling in my asshole. There were hands up my shirt inside my bra rubbing my tits. My shirt came off, followed by my bra. The hands continued feeling my body as my pants came down. My eyes stayed closed, and I smiled as I raised my head in the air. One of the men was sucking softly on my neck. I have never had this much attention before. I was extremely horny and I felt the pulses in my pussy pounding.

A guy got on his knees behind me and pulled my panties down. I opened my eyes and looked down and one of the men helped me step out of my underwear. I looked at them and they were all naked now. One man picked up my panties and brought them to his face and sniffed them, another man swiped them from the guys face and wrapped them around his cock and stroked himself with them. I felt the air on my naked body, and I turned around and looked at the men circled around me. Their dicks were all hard and pointed at me. Samantha was naked too and she was leaning against the wall with her fingers in her cunt smiling at me.

The guy in front of me was looking at my body, and rubbing his balls. I leaned over and kissed him and took his cock in my hand, and slowly worked skin of his penis up and down. The guy that took off my panties was still on his knees behind me and he parted my butt cheeks and berried his face in my ass. Another one got on his knees in front of me and started licking my snatch. I continued stroking the cock as I ran my tongue in the guys mouth.

I moaned loud and the pleasure was unbearable. I felt a tongue run up my back, it continued up to my shoulder and my arm raised and his tongue was licking my arm pit. There were tongues licking my cunt, asshole, my neck, my belly button, my arm pits and my tits. All five of them were stroking their cocks as they pleasured my body.

I finally released my grip on the guys dick. I fell to my knees and I opened my mouth inviting whoever wanted to put there cock in first. A hard prick entered my mouth, and I sucked hard on it. I looked out of the corner of my eye and grabbed two cocks, one in my right hand and one in the left.

My vagina was throbbing and I felt my juices running down my leg. The man pulled his cock out of my mouth and the next one moved over and I sucked him. They were standing in a circle jerking off around me and they waited patiently for their turn to fuck my face. I had a cock in my mouth and the next man stepped closer to me. I pulled his dick out of my mouth, and I had a hand on each cock. I stroked them and admired them both. I kissed the head of the cocks in each of my hand. The men stepped closer together and I licked their cocks as I rubbed both of them together. I opened my mouth wide and took both of them both in. My mouth was stretched wide and I could taste both of their pre cum as they bulged out of both of my cheeks.

I shouted that I need a cock inside me now. A man laid on his back in front of me and I climbed on top of him. I sat on his dick and it went inside me momentarily and popped out. I grunted in frustration and another guy grabbed the guys cock and positioned it in me. I lowered my hips on him and fucked him hard. I felt a finger enter my asshole. The finger pressed hard against the walls of my anus, and squeezed the cock that was fucking my pussy hole. I felt a little pain in my ass from the pressure of his finger, but at the same time it tightened my vagina and made his cock rub hard against my g-spot.

The finger was soon replaced with a cock. I was being double penetrated, and it felt incredible. I never would of dreamed I would have all this testosterone at once. My mouth was open and I was screaming. A guy walked in front of me and turned around and put his ass in my face. I grabbed his hips and berried my face in his ass. Samantha circled around us, watching two cocks fuck my holes while I licked the man’s asshole.

She pushed the guy out of the way and bent over in front of me. I quickly ran my tongue up her cunt to her asshole. I repeated it over and over. The smell and taste of Samantha’s sweet cunt and asshole sent me over the top as the cocks pounded up my pussy and ass. I screamed until the muscles in my throat became weak. My muscles in my legs and stomach locked as the orgasm shot through me. I didn’t want it to end.

I stood up and the dicks slid out of my pussy and asshole. A guy walked behind me and picked me up by both legs, and my back pressed against his chest. He locked his wrists around the back of my legs under my knees and he held me in the air. He took a step back and both hands were occupied holding me up. He told Samantha to come over and stick his cock up my ass. She sucked on her finger as she walked over to us and she licked my pussy as she pushed her finger in my asshole. My ass relaxed around her finger and she pulled it out and positioned the tip of his dick on my slightly open hole. She took a step back and watched as she started fingering her cunt with the same finger that was in my ass. The man relaxed his grip on my legs and my own weight forced his dick up my asshole.

Samantha and the four other guys masturbated and cheered us on. I was the star of the show, and I loved the attention as they all watched me get butt fucked. The guys body flexed and my tits bounced as he fucked me with all his force. I screamed at the top of my lungs as he shot his load up my asshole. I opened my eyes and another guy had walked up to me and faced me. The man that was in my ass passed me to him like I was a fuck toy. He held me in the air and started fucking my pussy, as another man moved behind me and stuck his cock up my ass that was already lubricated with cum from the other guy.

Samantha was in charge of licking the men’s assholes and playing with their balls while they all took turns shooting their cum up my pussy and asshole. I came several times on their cocks as they took turns fucking me.

I was down to the last guy. Most of the other guys only lasted a few minutes, but this guy has been fucking me for over ten minutes. His dick was hard and big and he fucked me at a medium pace. He walked me over and pinned me against the wall, and started fucking me faster and faster. I have came several times already, and my body was weak. I didn’t want to be fucked anymore, I just wanted to lay down and rest.

Suddenly my muscles strengthened and I got an adrenaline rush. His cock started feeling better and better as it pumped up my twat. I didn’t think it was possible but I felt like I could have another orgasm. As his dick continued moving inside me I was sure now. His dick filled my pussy but in the position we were in the pressure pressed against the top of my pussy. The head of his dick was poking my g-spot close to my cervix deep inside my vagina. The base of his penis was rubbing my clit and I moved a little closer to orgasm each time he pushed in me.

My voice was almost gone, my throat was soar from screaming. I have been screaming as hard as I could for the last hour. The building pleasure far out weighed the pain in my throat. The Muscles in my stomach and legs started to tighten and flex.

I was getting closer. He was now fucking me with all his force. My vision was getting blurry and I just closed my eyes and let my eyes roll back in my head. It felt incredible, and I think if he were to stop right now I would kill him (who ever he is.)

This was the slowest orgasm I have ever had. It was like I was having an orgasm but It hadn’t reached its peak yet. The pressure was building stronger and stronger. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, all the muscles in my body were flexed to the max. I sucked as much oxygen as I could and held my breath. Here it was…my head felt like it was going to explode and I heard a buzzing in my ears. My body shook hard my asshole tightened and squeezed and farted out loads of semen that the previous guys shot in me. I didn’t make a noise for a moment and help my breath as long as I could until my body exploded like a volcano. My mouth opened and I screamed as loud as I could. I could feel the juices from my cunt erupt out my pussy and run down my inner thigh between my butt cheeks. My body slowly started to relax and I sucked in some more air. I felt his dick begin to pulsate and I could feel warm liquid shoot out the end of his cock that was rubbing against my g spot. The pressure in my body rose quickly back up to the peak and I came again. With a few last thrusts he milked the rest of his semen in me, and I shifted my weight forcing him to put me down on the floor.

I breathed hard and my I had a cramp in my side. I put my head down on the floor and started to laugh. I have never had that intense of an orgasm. It was like the ultimate roller coaster ride. Maybe it was because I already had several orgasms prior to that one. Or maybe it was because I just fucked five hot guys.

I finally caught my breath. I got up and walked past the guys and grabbed my clothes. I didn’t want to talk to them or get to know them in any way. I was completely satisfied and I wanted to leave. I grabbed Samantha by the hand and pulled her towards the door. She pulled her hand away from mine and I looked back and she ran across the room to grab her shirt, jeans, and underwear.

She hurried back to me and we walked out to the car totally naked. She started the car and pulled away. She had a towel in the back seat and I grabbed it and wiped all the cum from both me and my five acquaintances. I lifted my butt and wiped my ass of all the white cum that was leaking out. We both put on our clothes before we reached the main highway.

We pulled into my hotel and she pulled up to the curve to let me off. She pulled out a small pad of paper and wrote her number on it. She leaned over and put her face close to mine.

“If you ever get up here again, give me a call ok.” She said

I smiled and nodded my head and she kissed me on the lips. I opened my mouth inviting her tongue, and as we made out she worked her hand with the piece of paper down my jeans, down my panties and to my pussy. She stuck her middle finger up my cunt and circled around for a moment and then pulled her hand up leaving the piece of paper in my underwear. We released our kiss and she put her finger in her mouth and stared at me as she tasted my pussy off her finger. I stepped out of the car and smiled at her as she drove off.

A few hours later I met up with my pilots and we headed to the airport. My body was aching, and It was hard to even walk through the terminal to the plane. I managed to get the airplane ready, get the passengers loaded, and make my safety announcements with my sour voice. We leveled off and I finally got to sit down. My muscles in my stomach and inner thigh were soar but I felt really good just the same. I just had my first lesbian experience with a hot Canadian gothic girl, and I got gangbanged by five gorgeous guys all in one trip. I walked behind the galley where no one could see me and I put my hand down my pants and inside my underwear and rubbed my still tender pussy as I grabbed the piece of paper, Samantha put down there. I looked at her phone number in her pretty hand writing. I smiled to myself, and the first thing I was going to do when we landed was check my schedule to find out when I have another Toronto Run.

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More about john

Judy went off by herself where she could keep an eye on the driveway.
Dinner was on hold for thirty minutes when Judy came storming down
stairs to confront Joy as she sipped wine at the prepared table. “What
is the matter with that boy? I thought he’d rush home after the way we
parted company. He could not have misconstrued my message, could he?”

“No, I think you made yourself quite obvious. If you ask me, he’s out
knocking off number twenty-five. He probably has renewed confidence.
Perhaps all he wanted was to know that he could have you begging for a
fuck.”

“You hold your voice down. The girls don’t need to be hearing shit like
that. And it is shit. Besides, he wouldn’t do that to me. I’m number
twenty-five, god damnit!”

“Whatever you say, Judy.”

“Don’t patronize me, Joy. I hate when you do that.”

Another hour passed with no sign of John. Judy had the girls calling
all of his known hangouts and friends to no avail.

Finally, Judy said, “Let’s eat. I’m sure he’ll be along soon.”

The dinner was a somber affair. They all knew Judy was frustrated, and
she felt ridiculous sitting in a wooden chair, practically naked with
her bare ass kissing timber. The girls seemed to be holding back
snickers at the unusual dinner attire and more unusual situation, at
least, Judy felt they were.

Half way through the meal, Judy slammed her fork down and declared,
“God damnit, I’m sick of this!” Unfortunately, she also squared her
shoulders; tits popped out, east and west. Judy glared, saying, “If you
girls want to laugh at me, go ahead. I dare you. And you, you slut. You
sit there all smug and holier-than-thou…”

Judy turned to the two stunned teenagers and said, “You think she’s so
cool, one of the girls, cool Aunt Joy. Let me tell you about your cool
Aunt Joy. She’s the biggest slut that ever lived. She not only screwed
all three of her sons, she screwed every guy she ever met, including
your father more times than I care to count. She even screwed dogs to
entertain her boys and their friends. Yes, Brenda, your Aunt Joy had
sex, anal, vaginal, and oral sex with dogs, any male dog would do. Your
Aunt Joy is a bitch, a real bitch.”

Joy listened unaffected, continuing to eat her meal. Brenda appeared
genuinely shocked at her mother for bringing this up at the dinner
table. Bonnie found the revelation amusing, though she tried not to let
it show. Judy was hoping for disgust, or for someone to get up and
leave the table to throw up. Her girls were not even close to disgust.
If anything, they looked upon Joy with new respect and awe because of
the way she was taking the abuse in stride.

Judy saw this and said to Joy, “Jesus Christ, have you corrupted these
girls so much that they can accept that behavior, even admire it?”

Joy said in defense, “Look, regardless of what you think, I have not
made a move on these girls. Yes, we’ve had frank talks about sex and
boys, and we got involved in a little show and tell. I just did what
you never had the guts to do. I told them about the birds and the bees;
and yes, I told them about dogs, too. I even showed them pictures.”

“Well that’s great. Now I’m going to have my piece, and you’d better
all listen up. John and I have a unique relationship. It’s not sick and
tawdry as Joy’s was with her sons, so I’m sure you girls will be
disappointed. There won’t be any perverse acts to ogle at, or dogs to
cheer on. You’ll just see plain old ordinary lovers doing what lovers
do. I’m sure you’ll all be bored to tears. You three can all get naked
and climb into bed with each other. You can all take turns licking
everything that smells bad. Lick each others cunts. Suck each other’s
pussies until your jaws ache. Have yourselves a lesbian love fest and
invite all the horny mutts in the neighborhood with my blessing. John
and I will try to ignore you. You leave us alone, and we’ll leave you
alone.”

Joy interrupted, “Judy, you’re making a huge ass of yourself.”

“Fuck you, bitch! You slimy dog-fucking piece of crap. You incestuous
whore. Stand up!” Joy stood with resignation.
“Drop your pants, girdle, panties…fuck it, take off everything.” Joy
did so with casual aplomb. “Now stand on your chair.” Joy climbed onto
the chair and stood with her feet at the outside edges. “Now play with
yourself while you admit you’re a whore.”

Joy rolled her nipples while crudely finger-fucking herself in a squat,
saying, “I’m a whore! I’m a whore! Can I finish my meal now, Mistress
Judy.” Judy stormed from the table, went upstairs, and slammed her
door.

Twenty minutes later, she came prancing down the stairs excitedly
saying, “He’s here! He’s here! Everybody go to the living room and act
natural. Damnit, Joy, why are you still naked?”

“Those were my last orders.”

“Quick, slip your robe on, but if I so much as see a wisp of a cunt
hair, I’ll pull them all out with pliers.”

When they were all situated in the living room, Judy turned her back to
them and said, “How do I look?”

While slipping on the short robe, Joy said, “You look like a bitch in
heat.”

Judy turned wearing a smug smile and said, “I hope so. I want him to
fuck me. We’re going to make love, but don’t worry, we’ll start in here
to give you perverts the show you want. I’ll make it nasty. I know
you’ll all like it better that way. I’ll be in the kitchen. I’m sure
he’ll be looking for me. Just send him in.” She sauntered off with a
flip of her skirt to show her ass.

When John entered he saw Joy sitting on the sofa with Brenda and Bonnie
at her feet, lying prone on the floor facing the TV. Joy was silently
motioning for him to go upstairs and not say a word. John got the
message and bounded up the stairs. He was halted halfway up by Judy’s
astonished cry, “John, I’m in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, that’s where I figured you’d be. I’m not hungry.”

“John, I was hoping we could talk.”

“I was just going to shower and relax a bit.”

“Can’t that wait?”

John looked to Joy and saw her nod toward the kitchen. He said, “Yeah,
I guess so.” He walked slowly into the kitchen and froze on seeing his
sexy mother washing dishes with her legs fully exposed and never
looking sexier. The invitation and purpose was obvious. He just stood
and stared for the longest time as his mouth watered and his dick
became rampant.

He couldn’t believe his eyes when his mother bent slowly forward and
revealed her shaved pussy. When she reached through with one soapy hand
and used her painted nails to tease the slick flesh, he felt weak in
the knees. He watched a sudsy finger go inside, then draw through the
glistening slit.

He knew right away that things hadn’t gone well. He was on his own, but
tried to recall the principles. He came up and casually ran his hand up
the back of her right leg, up under the skirt, and let it rest on the
most luscious piece of bare ass he’d ever felt. He thought, “Oh, God!
How the fuck does Joy expect me to resist this?”

Judy stood straight and turned into his arms with a sultry smile. She
smiled when his eyes lit up on seeing her top. On impulse, she squared
her shoulders. Her smile broadened as she watched John’s wide eyes dart
east and west. She touched his nose with her slimy finger and cooed,
“Did I surprise you?”

“Yeah, you surprised me. I love your top. You even shaved your cunt.”

Joy pushed him to arm’s length and looked stunned, even hurt, saying,
“Don’t be crude, John. I find that unbecoming.”

“It looked to me like you wanted to be crude.”

“I was being sensuous, not crude. I thought you’d know the
difference…Well, I’ll teach you the difference.”

Judy pulled him into a belly to belly embrace and draped her arms
around his neck. She kissed the wet spot on his nose, then whispered
sexily, “I had a talk with Joy and the girls. I told them about us. You
needn’t be bashful around them. I thought you’d like that. We can both
express our feelings for each other openly, anywhere in this house. Are
you happy?”

“You mean I can fuck you in front of everyone.”

“John! Why must you put things like that? We can make love in front of
them, if you wish, but I prefer making love in private. It’ll be much
better in private. I won’t be inhibited in the bedroom. Would you like
to go sit out there with them and love on each other. I’d like that.”

“Yeah, I guess. I am kinda hungry, though.”

“John, honestly, I wonder if you really care. Eat if you want. I’ll be
in my room.”

She brushed past, but he caught her by the hand, spinning her into his
ass-cupping embrace. He smiled and said, “I was teasing you, being
sensuous. I’d like to see you go out there in your uniform. I dare
you.”

“You mean just wear the belt and heels?”
“I think I’d like that top to be part of the uniform, only let me fix
your tits.” Judy passively watched as John pushed the rolls fully
outside each breast, forcing the twin mounds high on her chest and
close together, in obscene offering. Judy looked at her out-thrust
hooters and laughingly said, “This looks obscene, but it’ll be perfect.
I’ll take that dare. Would you like the honor of removing my skirt?”

John unbuckled the two-inch wide patent leather belt, saying, “You’re
really going to go out there like this, huh?”

He handed Judy the belt and worked on the skirt’s fastener and zipper
as Judy replied, “You dared me. I must.”

John dropped to his knees to drop the skirt. He dropped it fast, and
planted a wet kiss to his mother’s clit after she stepped free. He then
stood back as she posed seductively, looking like the ultimate whore,
saying, “Well, how do I look?”

“You look like a whore.”

“JOHN! Oh, what am I getting upset about? Of course I look like a
whore. I forgot how I was dressed, or not dressed. I’ve got to tell
you, I feel more naked than absolute naked. I feel vulgar.”

“That’s how I like my women, vulgar. Come on. Let’s go show them how
it’s done.”

Judy smiled, but said, “Woman, John, not women,” then walked hand in
hand beside John into the living room. Joy relinquished the sofa and
they sat while all eyes turned on them in amused surprise. John
immediately hung an arm around his mother’s shoulder and dipped his
hand to cup her naked right tit. He mauled that tit. Judy turned redder
and whispered, “John, don’t be so crude. Stroke, don’t knead them like
dough.”

John eased up a bit, but was soon back to honking her hooters. He ran a
hand up her leg and grabbed her by the cunt. She tore his hand away and
told him to settle down. She tried to give him a tender kiss, but he
licked her lips like a dog. She wiped her mouth and settled for a
snuggle in the crook of his arm. John pulled her steadily until she
laid across his lap.

Judy didn’t like being pushed, and resisted. She soon found herself
over his lap with her naked ass in the air. He pinned her in place with
a firm left hand in the center of her back as she looked up at him and
cried, “John, stop this. What do you think you’re doing?”

John ignored her protest and ran his hand over her luscious ass as the
others moved closer too look at her ass. Judy began kicking and
struggling hard, but not hard enough to break free, even as John’s
finger rudely skewered her defenseless asshole. She reached back with
both hands to pry his hand off her back, but only succeeded in getting
those hands trapped my John’s one hand.

The girls thought this was marvelous. Judy continued shouting protests,
flailing her legs. She looked to Joy and shouted, “Do something.” Then
back at John shouting, “Damn you, John! Stop that this instant. John,
I’m not playing around. Get your finger out of my ass, you son-of-a-
bitch.”

Judy wasn’t aware, but Joy had shucked off her robe. She sat at Judy’s
head, then turned in place to face Judy with her leg’s straddling her
shoulders. Judy looked up just in time to have her head grabbed by
Joy’s strong hands and shoved face first in Joy’s wide open beaver,
muffling any further protests.”

The kids were awed, and just stared with open mouths. Judy’s struggles
were real and real hard, but with two people securing her, real futile.
Joy had her hands cupped over Judy’s ears. She reclined against the arm
of the sofa and said, “John, keep up the finger fucking of her ass.
Bonnie, you help by using both hands to pull her cheeks wide apart.
Brenda, purse your fingers and thumb and shove your whole hand up her
cunt.”

Brenda cried, “I can’t do that. It’ll kill her.”

“Just do as I say, Brenda. I was doing that to your mother when she was
your age, and my hand was as big as it is now. She can take your little
hand easily. When you get inside, make a fist and fuck her, not hard,
but not easy. Do it. I’ll explain latter.”

Judy heard none of this, though she was sure Joy was directing the
assault. She struggled, though the effort was wasted. She accounted for
everyone’s hands but Bonnie’s, so the hand pushing into her pussy had
to be her little angel’s. Judy, grimaced into the cunt, then realized
she had her mouth firmly against her sisters cunt. She couldn’t help
but lick, then probe with her tongue. Twenty-one years of dreaming
about doing so had a powerfully numbing effect. Though strong
sensations were flooding her mind from below, especially after Bonnie
made a fist and began fucking motions; still, Judy focused mostly on
the pussy in her face. She gradually stopped struggling.

Topside, Joy said, “I want to show you kids something about your
mother. Just watch and learn.”

Bonnie was straining to see her mother’s face in Joy’s crotch, and
said, “Aren’t you afraid she might bite you?”

“No, sweetheart. The thought never crossed my mind.”

“Can she breathe?”

“Yes, her nose is clear.”

“What’s she doing?”

“She’s trying to lick my tonsils from the back side.”

“I wanna see her tongue in your pussy. Can I?”

“Just wait. She’s almost there. Watch her closely. See how she’s going
totally limp. John, release her hands.” John looked puzzled, but
relaxed his grip. Judy’s hands came down slowly, then settled on Joy’s
inner thighs. Joy said, “Now, I’m going to let go. Don’t say anything
with her ears uncovered. Just do as you’re doing. Watch what I do, and
watch what she does. Okay, she’s ready. I’m letting go.”

Joy relaxed her grip then eased her hands away. With her head free, Joy
didn’t raise up. She used her freedom of movement to move her mouth
over yet unlicked portions of Joy’s crotch. The kids watched in rapt
fascination. Joy used her hands to widen the spread she offered her
sister, then made the offering more obscene by pulling her knees up to
her shoulders. This rolled her loins up and made the asshole easily
accessible. Judy ran her tongue over everything, and probed deep in
both holes while her kids watched in awe.

Joy slowly lowed her feet to the sofa on either side of Judy’s
shoulders, then began humping her cunt in Judy’s face, face fucking her
as Judy had face fucked her earlier. After a minute of this, Joy eased
her ass to the sofa and placed her hands back over Judy’s ears. She
moved Judy’s head wherever she wanted it while saying, “Look at her
legs, now. See how she’s welcoming what you guys are doing to her. See
how she’s wiggling and squirming.”

Brenda said, “She sure seems to like it, now. Boy, this really feels
weird, neat, but weird. I thought she’d be screaming her lungs out.”

Bonnie said, “Look, I’m in up to my forearm. God, this is so neat.”

John said, “I’ve never seen anything like this, Joy.”

“I learned this as a teenager, but I never had the guts to make her eat
me. I could kick myself now. I did everything else but. She lost her
cherry this way, and got gang banged this way a bunch of times. She
even got her pregnant twice in high school. Mom made her get abortions,
that’s why your mother won’t ever get another. She never ratted on me,
though.”
Bonnie said, “Wow, Joy, you are so cool.”

“Okay, pay attention. Your mother will fight almost anything sexual
that is forced on her, but when she realizes that resistance is futile,
she’ll gradually surrender and relax. You saw that. Now, when she is
totally relaxed, that’s a turning point. She somehow clicks into
another personality. I call it her slut mode. If you keep up the
stimulation without hurting her, she gets hornier and hornier, sluttier
and sluttier. She can’t help it. She can’t fight it. She can’t resist.
That knowledge may come in handy some day, so remember it.

“Okay, here’s the plan. I’m going to let go of her head and have myself
a good cum. John, when you see me get my nut, you brush the girls away
and start wailing the tar out of her ass. I mean, spank the shit out of
her, hard and fast, one right after the other. She can take it, trust
me. You’ll have to do it hard to break this state she’s in. Can you do
that?”

“Yeah, sure, if you say so.”

“Good. You girls might want to move down here at that time. I think
you’ll get a good show, because your Mom will want to eat my cum from
my pussy hole in spite of the spanking. That should be fun to watch.
Get right in close, because she won’t even know you’re there. All
she’ll be aware of is juicy pussy and a fire burning on her ass. Sooner
or latter, though, she won’t be able to take anymore, and she’ll fight
her way off. That would be a good time to get out of the way, because
she’ll come flying of John’s lap. Don’t stop her, John. Let her go.”

John said, “She’s going to be pissed, Joy.”

“She’ll be madder than a hornet. Don’t worry. Her bark is worse than
her bite. Let her vent, and she’ll quickly calm down. You girls just
sit there and don’t act intimidated. I wouldn’t smile at her, but don’t
shy away or look sorry or guilty. John, I’m counting on you to pour on
the charm. I think she’ll respond after she vents her steam. Don’t stop
being a jerk. Be a bigger jerk. Remember what we talked about.
Nothing’s changed. What we did should help, but I doubt we changed the
way she feels about you. She’ll blame this nasty interlude on me, not
you.”

“Good. She should.”

“She always gets embarrassed by the way she acted, and that’s
understandable. She always gets over it, though, and ends up blaming
herself. That’s why I say, don’t worry about her threats. They’re
hollow, and whatever she threatens you with, she’ll undo. Okay, are we
all set? Here we go.”

Joy released Judy’s head and got in position for a face fuck. She
planted her feet as wide as the sofa allowed and laid her knees out as
well. When she lifted her ass, the kids could see their mother
devouring their aunt’s beaver like a mad woman. They all strained to
see better while doing their respective jobs.

Joy cried out, “Oh, yes, Judy, eat my cunt, you whore. Suck my pussy,
bitch. You know you love it, you little cunt lapping slut. Move your
head from side to side so your kids can see your tongue in my pussy.
Show your kids how much you love eating your sister’s nasty cunt.”

The kids watched in amazement as their mother eagerly followed Joy’s
lewd suggestion with enthusiasm. She first laid her cheek on Joy’s left
thigh so the girls could see her extended tongue licking feverishly up
and down the wide slit and inside the hole. She laid her cheek on the
other side to show John the same thing. She repeated this while Joy’s
cunt fucked her face, and while Joy heaped filthy insults that spurned
her on. The kids watched the most erotic spectacle they’d ever seen,
and it lasted ten minutes.”

Joy came explosively. John brushed the girls away, and they immediately
took places at Joy’s left hip, overlooking the scene where their
mother’s tongue lapped furiously in Joy’s hole. Joy had stopped humping
and pulled her cunt lips apart to further expose the hole as the first
hard smack came down on Judy’s ass.

Judy jerked in response, but the surprising smack didn’t slow her down.
Slaps came one after the other, and they soon had Judy squirming and
flailing her legs. Still, she licked at the pussy. Still more slaps
fell, and Judy’s ass turned bright red all over. She tried to protect
her ass with her hands, but John always hit where they weren’t until
Judy finally broke contact with the pussy and shouted, “STOP HITTING
ME, GOD DAMNIT! JOHN! John! God damn you. STOP!”

In a wild flurry of flailing arms and legs, Judy came flying from
John’s lap to land at his feet. She sat up quickly with a face red as a
fire engine. She glared at the girls who immediately sat on the floor.
She stood and glared down on Joy, still sprawled obscenely, saying,
“You fucking bitch! You get out of my house. I hate you. You slimy
cunted whore.”

She turned to her daughters and yelled, “As for you two bitches, you’re
both grounded for the rest of the school year. No more phone. No more
TV. No more allowance. How could you two humiliate me that way? Her, I
understand. I know she put you up to it, but you both have minds of
your own. You could have said, no. Well, you’ll wish you had.”

She then turned to John and said in a softer, more hurt than angry
tone, “And you, how could you do that to me? You hurt me, John. You
humiliated me.”

She was about to ream him royally when John pouted and said, “I’m
sorry, Mom. I can’t help myself. I must be sick.”

As predicted, she melted. She knelt on the sofa and cupped his face,
softly saying, “John, don’t you ever do anything like that again. You
must try to control those urges, at least in public, even here at home.
That wasn’t what I meant when I said you could do anything.”

“You’re pissed at me, aren’t you?”

“No, sweetheart. I’m not pissed. Look, let’s just start over.” She
snuggled back into his shoulder, saying, “You girls better just sit
quietly. I told you if I couldn’t ignore your presence, there’d be
trouble. I’m going to give you a second chance to redeem yourselves. If
you’ll sit quietly, and just watch, you can forget what I said.”

Joy was still sprawled beside her; in fact, Judy had to squeeze by her
to kneel before John. Joy’s pussy was now against Judy’s bare hip. Judy
looked to Joy, then looked at her cunt, then back up to say, “Forget
what I said about leaving, but I’m still upset with you. You’ve earned
yourself a shaved head, but I’ll forgive that too if you’ll just sit
quietly and not interfere. And cover yourself. You’re being
disgusting.”

Joy pulled her lips apart, drawing Judy’s eyes to the spread as she
said, “Are you sure you wouldn’t care for more pussy cream before I
cover it up.”

“Stop it, Joy. You’ve had your fun, now behave yourself.”

Joy sat up and reached for her robe. While putting it on, she said,
“That was a great cum, sis. Thanks for eating my pussy.”

“Joy!” Judy turned away from Joy to John saying, “Forget her. I’ll deal
with her later. Now, where were we?”
Her left hand drifted over the bulge in his jeans, and she lightly
carressed his manhood. John unbuttoned his fly and pulled the fly open.

Judy did not want to go this far, but considering where they’d already
been, her curiosity got the best of her. Her hand went inside his BVDs
and soon encountered a throbbing male hardness, a sticky male hardness.
She brought her hand up to her nose and instantly made a face on
getting a whiff of very ripe pussy. She pushed away to sit up and glare
at him, saying, “You were out with another girl?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“I suppose you knocked off number twenty-five.”

“No, I was polishing two old notches. What’s the bid deal? I can manage
three, four, or five in one night.”

Judy slumped with disappointment, but let her hand return to the
exciting cock. John whispered, “Are you mad at me?”

“I’m disappointed. We’re going to have to work on that, John. I’m not
mad. How could I be mad at you, sweetheart. At least you came home to
me.”

“Prove you’re not mad. Kiss my dick. Lick it, too.”

Judy tried not to convey her surprise at his lewd suggestion. Her
surprise was obvious, though they couldn’t hear the reply. She leaned
to his ear and whispered, “How could you ask me to do such a thing in
front of them? If that really turns you on, I’ll do it in the bedroom.”

John whispered, but not softly enough so that the others couldn’t hear,
“It would really turn me on if you licked my dick in front of them.
They know I just fucked two girls. I want them to see you licking their
pussy juice off my dick. That would really turn me on.”

“John, please don’t ask that of me, and whisper quieter. They heard
every word you said.”

“I really, really want you to do that, though.”

“All right, I’ll kiss it, but I won’t lick it until we get in the
bedroom.”

John spoke in a voice that was loud and clear, “I want you to lick
every inch of my cock and balls. I want you to clean my crotch with
your tongue. You said we could do anything. Well, that’s what I want to
do.” He punctuated this statement by rudely grabbing her by the cunt
while shoving his two middle fingers inside.

Judy had enough. She tore his hand away, struggled free, and led him up
the stairs. Once out of sight and ear shot, in the upstairs hallway,
she backed him to the wall and said, “Slow down! I am not a piece of
meat. We won’t be doing that again until you’ve had a few lessons.” She
then smiled warmly and said, “You really liked what happened down
there, didn’t you?”

“I loved it. I love watching you suck cunt.”

“John, we’re alone now. You can stop showing off. There’s no one to
show off to but me, and I already told you that I hate that kind of
crude talk. Look, that wasn’t the real me down there. Joy has that
effect on me. She makes me do crazy things, things I have no control
over. I hate when she does that, and she knows it. I’ll straighten her
out later, but you must remember not to ever treat me like that again.”

“But it was fun. I liked treating you that way.”

“I know. Look, we can play games when we’re alone. You can spank me, if
that’s what you like. I know other games you might like to play, but
they’re just games. I’ll tell you when I’m in the mood to play a game,
then we’ll mutually decide what game we’ll play. I am not in a game-
playing mood now. I’m in a loving mood, and I’m loving you. I bought
you something.”

“Yeah, I heard you are having my MG fixed.”

“Not that, something sexy. It’s on your bed.”

“Well, let’s go check it out.”

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A father asks his 18 year old son to get his mother and sister pregnant so that he can inherit millions of pounds

The Family Dilemma
By
Docker5000

Denise Parkin was busy in the kitchen as usual preparing everybody’s breakfast.
She now had the breakfast ready and she was now calling her family and telling them.
“That it was getting cold and for them all to get a move on.”

James her husband was the first to walk into the kitchen, he was trying to tie his tie as he walked in to the kitchen.
Denise just smiled at him.
She now wiped her hands on a towel and she then walked over to him.
Denise now smiled at him.
He returned her smile.
Denise now took hold of his tie and tied it for him.

James now placed his big hands on her ass cheeks and he squeezed them tightly.
Causing Denise to moan out in a little pain.
Denise now whispered into his ear.
“For him to be a little more gentle with her, he was a little rough with her last night and her ass was still a little sore.”

James now smiled warmly at his wife then he said to her.
“You didn’t complain last night in fact I am sure you begged me to be rougher if I remember correctly.”
Just then Alison their daughter walked into the kitchen and she asked them both.
“Who was begging for more?”
Denise smiled at her daughter and said to her.
“Nothing sweetheart your father was just being stupid as usual.”
But she gave her husband a wicked smile as she finished tieing his tie for him.

James and Alison both sat down at the kitchen table and started to eat their breakfasts.
Denise now Asked Alison.
“If she had seen her brother on her way down to the kitchen?”

Alison now smiled at her mother then said to her.
“I heard a lot of moans and groans as I passed his bedroom door. He was probably knocking one out as I passed.
James now nearly choked on the coffee he had been drinking and he now spat it everywhere.
He couldn’t help but to giggle at his daughter’s last remark.

Denise now gave both her daughter and husband a disapproving look.
She now picked up a tea towel and she started to wipe up the coffee which had gone everywhere.
However James and Alison both exchanged knowing looks with each other when she was not looking.
Denise then put down the tea towel and said to them both.
“He was probably doing his morning exercises.
That’s what you probably heard.”

Her husband just smirked at her but he knew better than to say anything to her.
Alison just smiled at her mom then she said to her.
“Whatever you say mom, you know best.”

David was now laid on his bed a big smile of relief on his face.
His hands were covered with his cum as he had just knocked out a really big load of spunk.
He now got the wet-wipes out of his draw and he now started to clean himself up.
After he was clean he sprayed deodorant all over his body.
He now slipped on a pair of shorts and a baggy T shirt and went down to breakfast.
Everybody just smiled at him as he walked into the kitchen.
David just stopped in the doorway of the kitchen and wondered why everybody was looking at him so strangely.

Denise quickly broke the tension in the kitchen.
She smiled at her son and told him.
“To sit down at the table.”

She then placed his breakfast in front of him.
However his father could not resist asking him.
“How his morning exercises had gone?”

Alison now burst out laughing and his father also started to grin at him
David now realized that his sister must have heard him pleasuring himself as she passed his room.
He now flushed bright red in his face and in a mumbled voice he said to them.
“Ok thank you.”
Denise now gave her husband and daughter another one of her looks and they both instantly fell silent.
She told them all.
“To get on with their breakfasts before it got cold.”

Just then Denise heard the morning post being pushed through the letterbox and she went to get it.
Denise now started to look through the post as she walked back into the kitchen.
Three of the letters were for her.
And one of the letters was for her husband and one was for her daughter.
She now gave everybody their post.
Denise now sat back down at the kitchen table and she started to read her letters.
They were nothing out of the ordinary one advertising letter and two bills.
Denise now glanced up to ask her husband who was his letter from.
She could see he was reading it very carefully and he had a very intense look on his face as he read it.
Finally he looked up at his wife.
He then just handed the letter over to her.

Denise took the letter from her husband and she now started to read it.
Alison and David were oblivious to all of this as they both were still eating their breakfast.
Denise now looked up at her husband and she then asked him.
“Who is this Uncle Albert?”

Now both Alison and David were paying attention.
James now explained to his family.
That Uncle Albert was the black sheep of his family.
He was the younger brother of his father.
He went off to Australia under a cloud after getting into some trouble with the police.
His father gave him some money so he could start a new life in Australia.

Denise now looked back at the letter and said to her husband.
“So why does a solicitor want to see you in his office this afternoon, all he says in this letter is it’s about your uncle Albert?”
James just looked at her and he shrugged his shoulders.

David was just about to ask a question.
When his father notice the time on the clock on the wall.
He then said.
“Jesus I’m going to be late.”
He then got up went into the hallway and he got his coat.
He then called back to Alison telling.
“Her if she wanted a lift into town, she had best hurry up?”

David helped his mother wash up the breakfast things. He then spent a few hours at home before he went to see some of his friends.
His mother told him.
“That he had better start looking for a job before his father started to get on his back.”
David still hasn’t decided whether he was going to go to university or try and get a job.

Denise was in the living room watching one of her soap operas on the TV when James came home that night.
He took off his coat then he walked into the living room.
James now kissed Denise on her cheek then he sat down in a chair opposite her.
Denise noticed that he had a very worried expression on his face.

Denise now asked him.
“Why was he so late home tonight?”

James now asked her.
“Where are the kids?”

Denise told him.
“That Alison was giving David a driving lesson.”

James just smiled to himself.
He remembered the last time he took David out for a driving lesson. He had decided never ever again.
The boy was hopeless behind the wheel and he wished Alison all the luck in the world with him. He now answered his wife’s question.
He told her.
“That he had gone to the doctors for a check-up on his way home.”

Denise now grew concerned she asked him.
“If everything was ok?”

James now gave his wife a reassuring smile and said to her.
“Yes he was in good health.
However there was a really big problem.”

Denise just looked at him with a very odd expression on her pretty concerned face.
James smiled once more at her and said to her.
“Did she remember that he was going to see that solicitor today?”
Denise told him.
“That she had totally forgotten about it.”
She now asked him.
“What did the solicitor have to say for himself?”

James now got up and he went over to the bar at the other end of the living room and he now made himself and her a very large and strong drink.
James now came back and he handed her the drink.
He now took a large drink of his own drink.
He then sat back down opposite her.

James now explained to her what the solicitor had told him.
“First he told her that his uncle Albert had died.”
Then he told her.
“That his uncle had left him £25,000,000 in his will.”

Now it was Denise’s turn to take a large drink.
In fact she downed it in one.
James also downed his drink.
He now got up and refilled them both once more.
When he was sat back down, he then said to her.
“But there is a catch that’s why I went to the doctors.”

Denise was so nervous now that her hand’s was shaking. She had to put her drink down before she spilt it.
She now nervously asked him.
“What was the catch and why did he have to go see his doctor?”

James told her.
“That he went to see his doctor to see if he could have his vasectomy reversed.
But the doctor had told him that it would not be successful as it had been done too long ago.”

Denise was now totally confused.
“Why would he want to have his vasectomy reversed.” she’d asked him.

James smiled at his wife and told her.
“That was the condition to getting the money. They must have a child of his blood and they must name it after his late uncle.
IF it was a boy they must name it Albert and if it was a girl they must name her Elisabeth. This was his favourite girl’s name.
They had a one year window as from today to have the child.
Otherwise the full amount of money would be split up and go to several charities.

Denise was silent for several minutes; she was letting everything he had explained to her sink into her brain.
When she did speak she sounded very sad.
She said to him all that money and we cannot have a child.
And there is no way you can give me a baby and it has to be of your blood so I can’t even get pregnant by some other man.

James now looked at her and smiled at her.
He had not considered that option.
She looked at him and told him.
“He could not be serious.
She was not going to let some stranger knock her up.”
James smiled at her and told her.
“It would not be a stranger.”
She now reminded him.
“That he had to be of his blood.”
He smiled once more at her and told her.
“It would be of his blood or as close to his blood as possible.”

Denise now demanded to know.
“Whom he had in mind.”
James smiled at her and he just said to her.
“David.
And just to be on the safe side he could knock up Alison as well.”

Now James and Denise had one almighty row each trying to persuade the other that the idea was totally ridiculous.
Alison and David were both now stood just outside the living room listening to their parents fighting. They had never heard their parents fight like this before. Yes they had disagreements but never a full on fight.

Denise was the first to see Alison and David watching them.
And she quickly drew James’s attention to it and they both stopped fighting instantly.
Alison now demanded to know.
“What the hell was going on?”
David just looked at his parents in shock.

Both Denise and James now sat down their children and explained everything to them. Alison and David just looked at each other then at their parents.
Alison then said to her father.
“Are you sure this is not some kind of scam?”
He shook his head and told her.
“That everything he had told her was the truth.
The money was there waiting for them if they could only have a baby or babies.
But we only have one year and the baby must be of his blood line.
Otherwise they would get nothing.”

Alison was silent for a few minutes she then said to her father.
“And what is in it for me?”
James smiled at his daughter and told her.
“He would give her £5,000,000 in cash.”

Alison was quiet once more she then asked him.
“And who would look after the child?”
Denise now said to her.
“That she would look after the baby.”

Alison now looked at her parents’ then at her brother then said to her father.
“Ok I am in but I think I would like to bring the child up myself.”
James just smiled at her.

David who had been listening to all of this in silence. Now got up and told them.
“That they were all crazy.”
And he quickly stormed out of the house before anybody could stop him.

Now everyone just watched him go with worried expressions on their faces.
James turned to Denise and Alison and he now said to them both.
“Everything depends on him.
His bloodline is the same as mine.
He is the one who needs to get you both pregnant otherwise we don’t get any money.
And I don’t really know how to persuade him to do it.”

James was now completely surprised by his wife telling him.
“Not to worry about it.
She and Alison would come up with something.”

Now the three of them talked about the best way of getting it done.
Denise said.
“Maybe we can use a syringe or something like that.”
However James told them.
“That it was to unreliable.”
He said to them both.
“That there was only one way to be truly certain of impregnation.”

Denise now truly realized what her husband was telling her.
She now said to him.
“You really want me to let my own son have sex with me. You want him to really put his cock into my pussy and get me pregnant as well as that you want him to do the same to his own sister.”
James now just smiled at them both and he just said.
“Yes.”

The three of them talked for a few more hours. It was decided that it would best be done next week when James was away for the night on business.
But until next week all of them decided not to mention it to David.
They would tell him that they had forgotten about the idea and for him not to worry about it.

It was next week and it was the morning of James’s business trip and everyone was having breakfast as usual.
Nobody had mentioned about having a baby and David had now forgotten about it and was feeling more relaxed around his family.
However they had not forgotten about it they wanted the money very much.

Now the plan which they had come up with last week was now put into action.
James nervously went on his business trip and Denise and Alison both went on a shopping trip.
They had decided to go and buy some very sexy lingerie and they would then ask David’s opinion as they modelled it for him.
Then they both would seduce him.
So James did not feel completely left out while he was on his business trip.
Denise and Alison had promised that they would secretly video everything.
So he could watch it when he came home.
James before he got dressed this morning had positioned the video camera in his bedroom so it would record from the best angle possible.

James now left wishing them both good luck before he went.
Denise and Alison got a taxi into town about an hour later leaving David alone in the house.
David was still feeling a little uncomfortable around his parents and sister but now that his father had gone on his business trip and his mother and sister had gone off shopping.
He was starting to feel more relaxed around the house.
David was in his room listening to some music on his mp3 player.
So he did not hear his mother and sister returning home from their shopping trip.
In fact David had fallen asleep listening to his music.
Denise and Alison were giggling as they entered the house they had stopped off at a couple of bars and had several drinks and where both a little drunk now.

The girls went straight up to Denise’s bedroom and they placed their bags on her large bed then they both fell on the bed still giggling to each other like school girls.
Alison now got off her mother’s bed and crept to her brother’s bedroom she carefully opened the door to see if he was inside.
She saw him laid on his bed in just a T shirt and a pair of shorts. His headphones wear on his head and she knew he had fallen asleep listening to his music.

Alison now silently returned to her mother’s bedroom and told her.
“David was asleep on his bed.”
They now both decided to surprise him.
Both girls quickly stripped off all their clothes.
Now mother and daughter were now looking at each other’s naked bodies.
Both of them just smiled at each other.
Both girls had also gone for a bikini wax.
Both of them now had nice clean shaven pussys.
This was the first time Denise had ever completely shaven her pussy.
Alison always shaved her pussy her girlfriend back at college liked it that way and so did the boys.

Denise now turned around and was surprised when Alison came up behind her and placed her hands on her large breasts and started to squeeze them.
Alison was also kissing her neck.
Denise couldn’t help moaning a little as her daughter kissed her neck tenderly and gently played with her breasts.

Denise now turned around and was looking directly into her daughter’s eyes.
Denise was just about to say something when Alison moved forward and kissed her very gently on her lips.
Denise just stood looking at her daughter.
But when Alison went to kiss her for the second time Denise responded and she let her daughters tongue into her mouth.

Alison now kissed Denise’s neck once more.
Denise tilted her head back and moaned again.
Alison now started to kiss her way down to her mother’s ample breasts.
She now took her left nipple into her mouth while she played with her right nipple with her fingers.
Denise now moaned out even more as her daughter sucked hard on her nipple.
She never would have dreamed she would have allowed her daughter to do this to her. Denise liked her daughter’s lips on her nipple and she was finding her touch very pleasurable.
Alison now pushed Denise back and both mother and daughter now fell down onto the bed.
Mother and daughter were now both kissing each other passionately.
Alison now started to kiss down to her mother’s pussy.
Alison now pushed her mother’s legs wide open.
Denise now willingly opened her legs for her daughter.

Denise now let out a loud moan of pleasure when Alison’s tongue touched her pussy.
Alison now started to tease her mother by running her tongue up and down her mother’s outer pussy lips.
Denise now moaned out with pleasure as her daughter’s tongue teased her pussy lips.

Denise now felt Alison parting her pussy lips.
She then felt her daughter’s tongue darting in and out of her pussy.
Her moans grew louder and louder as her daughter started to lick up her pussy juices.
Then Denise cried out in ecstasy as Alison’s tongue found her clit and she started to tease it.
Alison was now licking and biting on her mother’s clit.
After only a few minutes of this Denise screened out in pleasure and she now had her first orgasm with another woman.

David now woke up and stretched he then took off his headphones.
Just as he was taking off his headphones he heard a strange noise, which sounded like it was coming from his mother’s bedroom.
David now got up to investigate.
David didn’t think to knock on his mother’s door.
He was not aware that they were back from their shopping trip yet.
So he just opened the door and went inside.

David was now just stood frozen in his mother’s doorway.
There on his mother’s bed was his mother completely naked with her legs wide open and in between them also completely naked was his sister and she was licking out her own mother’s pussy.

Denise had her eyes closed and a look of pure pleasure on her face as she continued to moan and groan as her daughter continued to eat her pussy out.
Alison now gave her another wonderful orgasm.
David now made a coughing sound.
Denise now opened her eyes and looked towards were the sound had come from.
Alison also stopped licking out her mother’s pussy and she too turned to look.
Alison’s face was now covered with her mother’s pussy juices.

Now both women were giving David a hungry intend look.
He now started to get nervous.
David then glanced down and saw that he had a huge hardon in his shorts.
He was just about to turn to leave when Alison quickly grabbed him and pulled him into the room. Denise now helped her daughter and within a few seconds both women had stripped him naked.
David was now pinned down on the bed by both of them.
David was in complete shock, he had been taken completely by surprise.
They had moved so quickly.

Both women now used whatever they could find to tie him to the bed.
David was now securely tied to the bed.
His hands were tied to the headboard and his legs were tied and spread eagled to the bottom of the bed.
He was now completely helpless and at their mercy.

David now told them.
“That this was not funny and for them to free him at once.”
Both girls just giggled and his mother told him.
“Not to be so silly.”

David continued to demand to be freed.
Alison giggled and she now told her mother.
“That she knew how to keep him quiet.”
She now positioned her pussy directly over his face.
Alison then sat down on his face.
Denice could not help smiling as her daughter now wriggled her pussy all over his face.
David now couldn’t talk because his sister’s pussy was in his face.

Alison was deliberately pushing her pussy down onto his face so that her pussy nearly smothered him.
She could feel herself getting wet and she knew her juices were covering her brother’s face and he would have no choice but to swallow them.
David now had a mouthful of his sister’s pussy juices.
He was still struggling to try and free himself however the juices running into his mouth and the smell of her pussy were now really turning him on.
Alison now smiled to herself and she moaned out loud when she felt his tongue pushing up into her pussy hole.

Alison now said to her mother through her moans of pleasure.
“The little bastard is licking my cunt out now.”

Denise now smiled at her daughter who was now moaning softly and rubbing her pussy over her brother’s face.
Denise could see David’s tongue going in and out of her daughter’s pussy and it excited her.
She now took hold of her sons cock and she now lovingly started to run her hands up and down it. David now let out a little moan himself as his mother played with his hard cock.
But his moans were smothered by his sister’s pussy once more pushing down on his face.

Denise really wanted to suck on her son’s cock.
However she needed his sperm.
So she sat on it instead. As she needed his sweet sperm inside her pussy to make a baby.
Denise unknowingly had just taken her son’s virginity as she took his entire cock into her pussy. She now slowly started to work herself up and down on his shaft.
Her eyes were closed and she played with her own breasts as she rose and fell on his cock to her own speed.

Alison now moved off her brother’s face and got behind her mother and took over playing with her breasts and kissing her neck as Denise now more rapidly started to ride her own son’s cock.

David now had his eyes open and so did Denise.
Now mother and son were just smiling and looking at each other as they fucked each other. David if he was honest with himself.
Had always wanted to fuck his mother and sister.
All his friends told him all the time how lucky he was and if they were him they would try their best to get into their panties as often as possible.

Both Denise’s and David’s bodies were now covered with sweat.
David now could feel himself about to cum.
Denise also could feel his cock twitching a about in her pussy and she knew that she was about to get rewarded with a pussy full of spunk.

David now started to grunt like a pig everytime he grunted he shot off into her pussy. Denise now had another orgasm as he shot his first load into her pussy.
Now she just smiled lovingly at her son everytime he filled her pussy with his cum.
Denise now took everything he had to give her.

When he finally stopped shooting off into her pussy.
Alison now helped her mother to get off his cock.
She then got several pillows and put them under her mother’s ass.
So her pussy was up in the air.
She wanted his spunk to have a better chance of getting her pregnant.

David couldn’t believe he had just fucked and lost his virginity to his own mother and he had also licked out his own sister’s pussy.
David was now expecting Alison to untie him now.

Alison was now looking at his cock with hungry eyes.
It was covered with his own cream and her mother’s juices.
Just the way she liked it.
When her friend fucked her boyfriend back at college.
She would offer her cleaning services to both of them after they had finished fucking each other. She loved the taste of combined cunt and cock cream.
It really excited her and turned her on.

David now looked at his sister and said to her.
“Ok mom has got what she wanted now please untie me.”
Alison gave her brother a really wicked smile which made him very uneasy and he tried to free himself once more without much success.
Denise just looked at him and smiled.
She then said to him.
“I don’t think your sister is going to let you off that lightly.”

Alison was now kneeling in front of her brother’s open legs.
She now licked from the base of his balls to the top of his cock-head and all the time she kept eye contact with her brother who was watching her.
He now moaned out when her tongue touched his cock.
Denise who was watching her daughter very closely just smiled at both of them.

Alison now winked at her brother before she took his full cock into her mouth all the way down to his balls.
Even Denise was quite impressed with how good she sucked a cock.
Alison had the reputation at her college for giving the best deep throat blowjobs and she had sucked off many a college lad and a couple of professors as well.
That’s why she always got great marks.
It was not her level of intelligence that got her good exam results. But how good she could suck and fuck that got her the good results.
But this was unknown to both her brother and mother.

Alison now continued to suck off her brother until she had licked up all the combined juices that were still on his cock.
However he was now rock hard once more from her good sucking.
Alison now said to her brother.
“That if she untied him would he give her a good fucking?”

David just nodded his head to her.
He wanted to fuck her now.
He wanted to teach her a lesson.
He wanted her to scream as he pounded in and out of her cunt.

Alison now giggled to herself as she freed her brother.
Now it was his turn to take her by surprise.
David now brutally and passionately kissed her.
He now tossed her down onto her back on the bed.
He now dived on top of her and he then buried his cock balls deep in her now wet pussy.
Denise just giggled and said to Alison.
“I think he’s going to teach you a lesson.”
Alison just smiled at her mother and said to her.
“I really hope so.”
She now just smiled lovingly at her brother.

David now really started to pound in and out of her.
He would pull back until just the tip of his cock was still inside of her pussy. Then he would power back into her.
She was screaming out very loudly as his cock pounded in and out of her pussy.
Alison had never been fucked this hard and brutally before.

And she was now very surprised to find out that she liked it.
All her other lovers had always treated her with respect.
But her brother was just using her pussy for his own pleasure and it felt wonderful to her as he just rammed his cock in and out of her.
He was touching places no other cock had touched before.

It only took David to his own surprise a couple of minutes of this hard fucking.
Before she started to scream out and he could feel her coming all over his cock.
He now told her.
“That he was going to cum all over her pretty face.”

Alison was now begging him.
“To cum all over her face.”
Denise quickly told him.
“To come in her pussy.
It would be better if he could get her pregnant as well, just in case.
This pleased him and he grunted once more then thrust forward and he now emptied his full load of cum into her pussy.

David left his cock in his sister’s cunt until he was sure he had stopped cuming.
He then pulled out of her and he went quickly to his own bedroom.
He now returned to his mother’s room carrying a couple of pillows which he now put under his sisters ass.

Now mother and daughter both had their cunts up in the air and both of their cunt’s were now filled with is cum.
In fact his cum was now leaking out of both their cunts
David had also picked up his phone when he went for the pillows.
David now started to take some pictures of both of them with their cunts up in the air filled with his cum leaking from them.
Both girls just smiled at him as he took pictures after picture.
He even sent a picture to his dad.

David’s dad was just finishing off a meeting when his phone beeped.
He opened the picture message that he had just received and smiled to himself when he saw what it was of.
He now texted back a reply telling.
David to keep up the good work.

For the next few days David was kept busy fucking his mother and sister.
And when his dad got home.
His dad insisted that he fuck both of them again while he watched and filmed it.

A week later both girls came home from different doctors both of them had very pleased expressions on their faces.
And both of them now told James and David that they were both pregnant.
James now opened a bottle of champagne he had purchased just in case.
This would be the last alcoholic drink the girls would have until they had their babies.
James now asked the girls.
“How they wanted to celebrate the good news.”

Both girls just started to giggle at each other.
Then both of them just completely stripped off in front of both David and James.
They then ran up to Denise’s bedroom.
David and James didn’t want to hurt the girls so they ass fucked them all night which the girls loved.

David and his father continued to have sex with both girls right up to the day both of them delivered. Denise had a baby Boy which they named Albert so they would get the money.
Four days later Alison had twin girls.
The girls were called Rose and Elizabeth.

It was now a couple of weeks after both James and Denise had taken their babies for the blood tests to prove that they were of James bloodline.
David, James, Denise and Alison now waited nervously for the results.
Would they get away with it or not.

James received a telephone call from his solicitor a couple of days later and he went off to have a meeting with him.
The three of them waited nervously for him to return.
When he did returned.
James had a big smile on his face.
They had been granted the inheritance.
Denise smiled at her husband and said to him.
“That was absolutely great but she had something to tell him.”

Alison also said.
“She had something to tell everyone.”
Now Denise and Alison both said simultaneously.
“That they were both pregnant again and David was the father.”

James now looked at his son who was trying to look as innocent as possible and just laughed and he then said to them all.
“It’s a good job we can afford a big house now.”
All of them now burst out laughing.

The End

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In which dear 15-year-old Sam finds out she’s a lesbian… the fun way.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This work is purely fictional. Any similarities to real events or people may or may not be coincidental.

Ring, ring, ring. “Hello?”

“Jen, it’s me!”

“Oh, hey, Sam!” she replied. “Wazzup?”

“Well, since it’s officially the first day of Summer, I thought I should have you over!” I said.

And Summer it was. The weather had been growing hotter and hotter with each passing day, and my classmates had grown more and more anxious to get out of school. Since we had been in ninth grade, however, we had had exams, and Summer vacation was now sweeter and more refreshing than ever.

Since we had all been studying, however, I hadn’t seen much of Jen recently even though we went to the same school. Now that we were free, though, I was anxious to have her over.

Jen giggled. “Okay. That’d be great! But I gotta go ask my mom, hang on a sec… wait, right now, right?”

“Uh, yeah,” I replied. “Oh, but make sure it’s okay since my parents won’t be here for a while. They went to Twin Peaks to watch some hockey game, and won’t be back till late.”

I heard distant footsteps over the line and faint speech. A moment later: “Yay! It’s okay; she was going to check up on a house with some clients anyway.”

“Well, great!” I squealed.

“I’ll be over in five minutes, okay?” She lived a couple blocks away and often walked to my house.

“Mkay, seeyah!”

“Adios!”

I pressed the red button on my phone and laid back on my bed. My room was upstairs, fairly large – 16′ by 13′? – and my bed was in the center. It was the queen my father had used as a child, and it had a big white comforter on it, which was extra-soft and very warm. Even in the Texan Summer heat, I kept the A/C really high just so I could use it. I’ve always liked the cold anyway – though I know Texas isn’t the best place to live for a girl like me.

Across from my bed was a niche in which my computer desk stood with my much-loved Mac sitting on it, asleep. To the right of the desk was the door to my bathroom – my own personal one, which I liked a lot. If I looked to my right, there was a fairly large window dominating the wall. It was always covered with thick brown curtains due to my disliking of too much light. The room was pretty dim, the dark wood facade on the walls helping contribute. My room was fashioned to like the interior of a log cabin, not like Lincoln Logs but more like dark, stained plywood – just fancier.

The left wall had a chest of drawers with my clothes inside, and, to the right of them, a door to the hallway. My small closet was to the left of my computer with sliding doors. The doors were huge mirrors, which I often used.

Still laying in my bed, I realized I was still in my pajamas. Though it was about four PM, I hadn’t had the need to change as I had been doing my monthly chores all day, hence why I was just now inviting Jen over.

I sighed and got up to go change, pressing play on my Mac and starting Bloc Party’s Silent Alarm. I opened the top drawer of my dresser and grabbed a plain purple tank top, shorts, and a new bra and pair of panties. I didn’t have a great fashion sense – I mostly just didn’t care. Sure, I made sure my colors matched and all, but I didn’t really go for frilly stuff and dresses and all that. My clothes were mostly plain, the exceptions being the shirts I’d collected from my favorite bands. I was very into music, though most of what I liked was not very popular with my classmates. Jen shared my tastes, which brought us very close and was even what caused our friendship to start in the first place. One day in fifth grade, she’d said “nice shirt” to my Franz Ferdinand tank top. We started conversing and had hit it off right then.

With my plain clothes in hand, I turned to my right and looked at myself in the mirror. I had light brown, shoulder-length hair, blue eyes often described as ‘piercing’, and actual piercings in my ears. I was caucasian, descended from a mix of European cultures, and very pale. Jen often joked that I was a vampire due to my paleness and my hate of light – the latter of which she also happened to share. People whom I meet for the first time often ask if I feel sick, but I rarely ever actually am.

Still looking in the mirror, I pulled off my current pajama top. My white bra was revealed, and I unfastened that and took it off, too. It hadn’t really covered much – my breasts were small A-Cup wonders. They only bulged out about an inch and a half, making me hope I was not done developing, though I was fairly sure I was, considering my age of fifteen. I momentarily studied my waistline, thin as ever. Though I ate often and in large quantities, I had always been nearly underweight. I suppose I had a very fast metabolism rate.

Glancing up, I noticed that my nipples were standing up, hard in the center of my half-inch-in-diameter areolae. I slowly put my index fingers to them and pressed gently, savoring the good feeling that had discovered many years ago. I began to rub them,eyes closed with m head back in ecstasy. I then cupped my breasts in my hands and played with them. Closing my eyes, I rubbed them for a while, moving them up and down on my chest, surprised I was so horny. My hand eventually wandered down to my pajama bottoms, and I found myself pulling them down along with my panties. Now fully in the nude, I could see in the mirror the pink of my inner labia slightly poking out of my pussy, hanging between my legs. In the habit of keeping up with a shaven pussy, I had shaved the previous day.

I laid down on the part of my bed across from the mirror and gently spread the fingers of my right hand on my mound. The supersoft comforter felt great and slick underneath my ass, and i moved back and forth on it. My index and middle fingers then slowly parted my lips and worked their way inside my pussy. I moaned in delight as my thumb began to rub my clit. My left hand was still toying with my breasts. My fingers worked in and out, and I could feel myself getting even wetter than before. watching myself in the mirror, some of my juices began to flow out. I liked to watch myself in the mirror; I didn’t know why, but it was strangely sexy. More and more juices flowed as I moved faster and faster towards my orgasm, as my thumb grazed my clit again and again, as my fingers went in and out and in and out. I was moaning quite loudly now, and so close to cumming.

Many years ago, shortly before my first period, I had discovered while bathing the art of pleasuring myself, and it had only gotten better as I developed more and more. It took me a whole week to figure out that my clit was a center of nerves, and a month more to achieve an orgasm. I hadn’t pleased myself long enough before that to get one. I’d had ‘the talk’ with my parents at the age of nine after I accidentally walked in on my parents making love. Before then, I had always considered all areas down south as dirty, but then I had learned that they had a purpose, and I got curious.

Because of my being deep in ecstasy and also due to Bloc Party’s “Positive Tension” playing (an interestingly ironic song in the circumstance), I did not hear Jen walk in the door. I did not hear her as she walked up the stairs, nor did I hear her when she called my name. She also did not hear my moaning, either, and began to open my door.

“Sam?”

This time I heard her. Seeing her hand on the side of the quickly opening door, I screamed and grabbed a pillow, putting it over my pussy as I sat up and removed my fingers from my own depths.

She screamed too, of course, since I had startled her. She then rushed into my room even more quickly, the opposite effect of what I had intended. Her eyes then widened as we both screamed again in unison.

“Sam! Omigod, I am SO sorry!” she said, backing up against the door, accidentally shutting it.

Since I hadn’t gotten the chance to get another pillow in time, my arms were crossed, covering my breasts. She couldn’t really see much of me, in fact. She was seeing about as much as she would had I been wearing a swimsuit. Still, it felt odd since I wasn’t in a swimsuit, or anything else at that.

I caught my breath. “It’s okay, Jen, not your fault…”

Jen had dark black hair, also shoulder-length, and deep brown eyes. Fifteen as well, she looked slightly Chinese, despite her slightly darker skin. However, she was actually mostly white and only one-fourth Chinese. She was wearing a Bravery tank top that bulged over her chest and a very, very short denim skirt that only went about as far down as her wrists, revealing long slender legs that looked like…

I stopped my train of thought. That had been odd, I thought, then shoved that train out of my brain.

Jen was talking. “…didn’t know.! What were you doing anyway?”

“Uhh… I was changing…” It wasn’t a lie, just not the full truth.

“Oh, well, I’m sorry again…” she said.

“It’s okay,” I replied. “It’s just, no one’s ever seen me naked before…” And it was true. Since I was eight, my own parents hadn’t even seen all of me.

“Why not?” she said with an odd half-smile. “You’re gorgeous!” I smiled, and, unconsciously, my arms loosened from their places on my chest. “And besides, you’re not technically naked; I can’t really see anything.” I had an odd feeling she was trying to. And then I realized my breasts weren’t very well covered, and she must have, too, as her eyes widened as she said, “Omigod, your breasts… they’re-“

I grew red with embarrassment. “I know, really small,” I muttered.

“Well, yeah,” she said. “But that’s good! I was gonna say they were gorgeous.”

An odd feeling grew in me. “Gorgeous?”

“Yeah,” she answered. “I think; I can’t really see them well…”

I slowly took my arms off my chest. It felt so odd, letting someone see me. I was usually very prudent about myself. Her eyes moved right toward them, and another odd feeling grew within.

“Yeah, they are!” she said, looking at them. “It’s not bad to have small breasts!” she continued. “Some boys like that, and, personally, I like them bett-I mean… I think they’re cute, too…” She looked down for a second, but I didn’t notice at the time; I’d always felt bad about my chest, but some people can like them? It was news to me, and very good news, at that.

She continued, looking at my chest again. Strangely, it didn’t really make me feel too uncomfortable. “I wish mine were smaller. They’re pretty big, though.” And they were, bulging four inches from underneath her tanktop. Hers had been the first to grow of most in our school, and many girls envied her. I personally wished I had her breasts, nice and large, fun to…

I knocked that crazy train off its rails again.

I noticed she was still looking at my chest, and then she noticed that I noticed and looked up., looking slightly embarrassed. “I wish I had yours,” I said. “I think your size is cute, too…”

“Thanks!” she said smiling. Then she frowned. “I just hate it when people say I stuff my bra!”

“Oh, yeah, I’ve heard that rumor…” I replied sympathetically. “I try to squash it when I do, but it still goes on…”

“D’you tell ’em you know I don’t?” she inquired.

“Well, no…” I answered. “I’m pretty sure you don’t, but, technically, I don’t really know…” I’m not sure what made me say that, but it seemed like the best thing to say.

Angry now, not at me but at gossipers, Jen said, “Well, now you can say you do!” And with that, she, slightly reluctantly, lifted up her tanktop, revealing a pink bra. My heart skipped a beat. I had never seen her naked either. She then undid her bra and showed it to me.

“See! No stuffing!” But I wasn’t looking at her bra. My eyes were focused on her breasts, which were as large and voluptuous as I had expected. Her areolae were an inch in diameter and the nipples in the center were, I was surprised to see, standing up. I realized mine were, too.

“Sam?” I looked up again. I’d never realized Jen was so beautiful. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I replied, but I was better than fine. Our eyes looking into one another’s, we, as if from telepathy, suddenly… cracked up. I didn’t know why, or what was funny, but Jen’s laughter was so contagious that it didn’t matter. While laughing, my eyes found Jen’s breasts again, which were shaking up and down on her hot chest. What was wrong with me? I thought. Since when had I ever been attracted to another girl?

But the laughter alleviated any discomfort we’d had, and Jen said, still half-laughing, “See? It’s not so bad to be naked in front of your best friend!” I had to agree; it was, in fact, great.

Out of the blue, looking at my chest again, she then said quite quietly, “You may not be finished developing yet. They might not have grown their full size already.”

“I doubt it,” I replied. “I’m freakin’ fifteen, how could I not be done? Anyway, I can’t really tell…”

“I can, she said softly, and slowly placed her hands on my breasts.

I breathed sharply in, not having expected that. This was going to be more easy than I had thought.

I was not used to anyone touching me there. It felt so alien, so weird, and so… good. Her fingers pushed down on me as she searched for the nonexistent, fictitious signs. My hard nipples were touched again and again as she began to almost massage them, moving them back and forth the way I did.

It felt infinitely better than it did by myself, though. It was so sensual with someone else doing it, and I thought I was in heaven. It was quite a jump from having no one ever seeing you nude to having someone – another girl, at that – fondling your breasts.

My eyes were still wide open from shock, and, after maybe seven seconds, she let go and looked down, embarrassed again. “Umm… sorry…” she muttered. Smiling and empowered, I replied, “No problem.” Staring at each other, faces inches away, we, as if from telepathy, suddenly… kissed.

Don’t get me wrong, I’d kissed a lot before. And many were very good kissers. But they were all boys. This time, it was so much different as our tongues wandered into one another’s mouths, as our arms wrapped around each other’s bodies. My pillow was still on my cross-legged lap, and she was kneeling on the bed in front of me, only dressed in her supershort skirt. We kissed for maybe fifteen seconds, which were at that point the best fifteen seconds of my life. Breaking off, our tongues still touching for a second, we looked the other way the way two characters in a sitcom would after having their first kiss. But this was no comedy, though it was quite a situation. I was slightly embarrassed, I’ll admit that. I had no idea what she was thinking, if she had liked it or found it repulsive or what. Our deep breathing gradually slowed down as, after about three seconds, she said, still short on breath, “I think… I think I love you!”

My heart swelled and I beamed. “I love you too!”, and while it may seem silly reading it, it was a very dramatic moment for us, and we launched at each other. I found myself laying flat on my back (still with the pillow) with her laying on top of me as we kissed each other. While we did so, we also fondled each other’s breasts, and, I have to say, the best fifteen seconds of my life kept updating. A lot.
It felt so good and so right. I loved her. She loved me. Skin on skin was the best feeling in the world, especially with supersoft comforter beneath my ass. Possibly after about two minutes, we broke off and declared our love for one another once more.

I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. I never had known I was bisexual until now, and I was finding out with probably the most beautiful girl in existence. But the best had yet to come, by far. She moved down on me and I felt her huge tits on my stomach, which felt amazing. Then, experimentally, she brought her tongue down to my nipple and licked it. Oh. My. God. It was exquisite. Never had anyone licked me before, which sounds like an odd thing to say, however true it may be. Her tongue then began to trace circles around my nipple, and soon, my entire right breast was in her mouth, surrounded by her lips. She was sucking and licking so well that it was hard to believe that it was possible to pleasure oneself. She then began to move her lips slowly up my breast so that they eventually only surrounded my nipple, which she sucked extremely hard on as I moaned. She then put my entire breast in her mouth again, making her lips smaller until they surrounded only my nipple again and did it over and over again, still using her hands to fondle with my other breast. “Oh, yeah…” I cried as she hummed. After a while more of ecstasy, she switched breasts and concentrated on my left one. Tongue still moving quickly, still sucking hard, she really knew how to please me. Again with her hands, she fondled my right breast now, and it was even better due to the fact that they were now wet with her saliva. Her hands became slippery as she rubbed me, and it was like a lubricant. Another new best fifteen seconds of my life.

After coming up again, we kissed again, and I flipped her over so I’d be on top. She laughed, having fun, and I started what she had done to me, placing my tongue on her nipples. This was better than feeling them with my hands. Since they were so big, it felt amazingly great to have her entire tit in my mouth, and I, as she had, moved up and down in it with my lips, making sure to suck hard.

My still-wet breasts were slippery on her stomach, my hard nipples pushing against her. I switched breasts and found myself loving to play with her lovely, slippery tit. I had a lot of fun pleasing her, feeling her moans escape from within her. We both knew at that point that we’d do anything to please one another.

After a while, I broke off to kiss her, that wonderful girl. Tongue-on-tongue, feeling each other’s mouths, we spent a while doing that.

After breaking off, we hugged one another. “Oh god, you’re amazing!” I told her.

“As are you!” she replied. Still in an embrace, we looked at each other, trying to take in each other’s beauty. Did I mention she was beautiful? Smiling at each other in love, I realized I had always loved her. She was an amazing, kind, funny, and simply fun person. Just awesome. Thinking, I noticed her eying my pillow.

“Do you think…” I began.

“Do you think we should?”

“Love knows no bounds,” I quoted.

“And it’s not like we can get pregnant or an STD!” she said laughing, and our fate was sealed. She pushed me down, and, with me lying flat, grabbed my pillow and threw it across the room. I laughed, and with huge butterflies in my stomach, she slowly spread open my legs.

Her face lit up. “You’re beautiful,” she purred. My pink inner labia were still sticking out between my legs. Shaking and breathing shallowly with anticipation, I smiled, too. With that, she put her hands on the insides of my thighs, making me want nothing more than for her to finally touch my twat. She finally placed a hand on my pussy and softly rubbed it, making me extremely wet as my pussy slowly opened. “It’s so pretty!” she gasped. Still smiling and very curious, she opened my labia wide with her fingers, checking me out. She touched every other nook and cranny before her index finger slowly entered me. I gasped. As before, it felt infinitely better than when I had done it myself. I couldn’t believe what was happening. It was amazing. As her slippery finger slipped further into my depths until in was fully in, her other index finger began to rub my clit. I almost came right then, but then it got better. She slid another finger into me, careful not to rupture my hymen, and then another. It was wonderful. Working in and out, her entire hand covered in my juices, she was fantastic. But then she brought her tongue and let it join in, too. Soon, it was entering me as well when it wasn’t on my clit. It was orgasmic. Literally. I had then the most intense orgasm I had ever had. My entire body shook as she smiled above me, pleased with what she’d done, and with my tasty juices falling from her lips.

After lying there for a while, catching my breath, I smiled and said, “Now it’s my turn.” I pushed her down on the bed and got to taking off that extremely short skirt. Slowly pulling it down her legs, I then did the same with her panties, and gasped when I saw her beautiful vulva as her legs parted.

Her naked body itself was a heavenly sight, in its solid, dark color, her enormous, beautiful breasts hanging from her chest. But her pussy was magnificent. Her meaty outer labia and pink clit were quite a sight. Unable to wait much, I bent down and did what she’d done to me, starting with her thighs before exploring her beautiful pussy. Her inner labia had been hidden, but after some rubbing they had been revealed and were exquisite. I slowly took my index finger and felt her inside, slippery, soft, and warm. Her juices immediately covered my finger and began to seep out on my comforter.

My other index finger found her precious clit that I began to rub while pushing in another finger. Her moaning and breathing increased. “Ohh! Oh, yeah… Oh, Sam…” Soon enough, I couldn’t wait any longer and brought my face down to her pussy, my tongue flicking her clit before entering her. She tasted different from me; I had been expecting the same taste. But she tasted a lot better. I went and licked every inch of her hot little pussy and sucked hard on her clit. Soon, she was moaning loudly and came, her entire sexy little body shuddering ecstatically. I loved that I had given her that much pleasure.

Still laying on the bed, she smiled and laughed, and I continued my tongue’s path up from her twat to her chin and we kissed. This was certainly the best day of my life.

Still kissing, our legs ended up intertwining. It felt great to have skin-on-pussy, though it was annoying that we couldn’t cum doing that. But, with an idea, I got off Jen and positioned one of her knees straight up. Her other leg was straight, parallel on the bed, and I sat on it, close to her hips. My pussy felt good on her leg, but I wasn’t done. One of my legs was on either side of her, so I scooted over a bit. Pussies now touching, we shuddered and shook, clits rubbing together and labia spread. It was tiring and exhausting, but it felt amazing. Her pussy on mine felt so different from anything else, and it wasn’t long before we both came in unison, juices flowing into each other’s twats. Both sexually exhausted, we laid on each other again and kissed before laying side by side, breathing heavily.

“I love you, Sam,” said Jen.

“I love you, too, Jen,” I answered.

We smiled at each other, wondering how we could have gotten so lucky.

“So…” began Jen. “Are we telling anyone?”

We smiled at each other again. “Not a soul.”

Next:
Part 2, in which they bathe together and have much more fun.
Part 3, in which they sleep together without Sam’s parents knowing.
Part 4, in which they buy some fun toys.

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This is the next chapter in the story of Tori. After finally opening up about her feelings about all the things going on in her life, and beginning to face the difficult circumstances in her life will Tori begin to find a bit of happiness? Read on to find out.

The last several weeks have been so crazy for me. I have been going to group twice a week and also attending a private session with a counselor once a week. My mom helped me find an OBGYN to help with the baby and we are moving forward to me having the baby and keeping it.

The toughest thing I had to face was when the police came to speak to my parents about the pictures Scott had taken. I have never been so ashamed in my life. I do not think there is any teen who would want their parents to see them doing what they do with their boyfriend. Yet the police showed my parents the pictures Scott had taken. I felt even more ashamed when they told us that not only had he taken the pictures but that he had put them on his computer from his cell phone. The police said that he sent out my picture over the internet. He sent them in emails and posted them around on the internet. Their computer specialists were working to trace and to remove the images. They can find everything that Scott posted. The problem is they can not find if people who saw them were then able to also download and distribute them further around the net. My mom cried when she realized that there are sexual pictures of me going around the internet. My father looked sick to his stomach. He looked so pale and I felt not only ashamed that they had seen the pictures and ashamed that I had allowed them to be taken but worst I was ashamed of how I was making my family feel.

The next thing I had to deal with was to decide if I should quit the cheerleading squad. The whole reason Elizabeth helped me make the squad was to help the team win in competition and with my tumbling skills it was hoped that I would help them with that goal. But not too many cheerleading squads have pregnant members and I was already beginning to show. While I am still okay for physical activity tumbling and stunts are probably not the best things to be doing while pregnant. So after meeting and talking with Elizabeth and the coach I quit the group with hopes of maybe trying out again next year.

I think Elizabeth had a harder decision then I had because with her internal injuries from her rape she had to decide if she would be physically limited in what she could do. Considering she has been a cheerleader for years and was captain of the cheerleading squad it had to have been hard for her to decide what to do. In the long run she decided to keep facing the crowds and has remained on the squad and I am happy for her. She doesn’t talk about her injuries or how that made her feel, but I can imagine it must be very depressing. She wouldn’t tell me about what the doctor had to do when she had her follow up visits but knowing that they are for internal injuries to her girl parts I can hardly imagine how humiliating the exams are for her. They are trying to save her reproductive organs but they give her little chance of ever being able to have a baby.

Besides school, cheer and group the one other thing that Elizabeth has been putting her time in on is the legal proceedings with the guys who attacked her. Between her mother and her one of them has been at every court appearance any of the boys have had. She has met with the police and the district attorneys frequently. The attorneys have told her numerous times that they were amazed that she had maintained physical evidence of each of her attackers and this should help to convict each of them for their participation in her rape. She has been disappointed how much plea bargaining there has been. But as they progressed things got more serious and each of the guys is facing a good amount of prison time for what he has done.

Through it all she has stayed strong and as always I was so impressed with her strength. One Thursday she called me and asked me if I thought my parents would let me go with her to her family’s lake house. I told her I would check with my parents and I spoke with them over dinner. They were very hesitant at first and after dinner my mom called and spoke with Elizabeth’s mom. It was Elizabeth’s grandparent’s lake house on a lake about an hour away. Her mom offered to drive us and to stock us up with groceries but we would be alone for the weekend at the lake house. They were still hesitant but knew I had been going through a lot and thought I could use a relaxing time away. They finally agreed telling me that they might come to the lake house at any point to check on us. I agreed.

I was excited by the idea of getting to go to a beautiful lake with Elizabeth. I had to admit I was a little bit surprised she wanted to go there alone with me but I was really excited. Lord knows I have had enough stress over the last few months to last a lifetime. I didn’t know what to pack and kept packing and unpacking over and over trying to decide. Finally I put together a bag of what I wanted to take. My dad offered to drive us out after the game Friday night and Elizabeth and I agreed to that.

I had my bag packed and ready and my whole family went to the game. It was so strange watching the squad from the stands and it was odd but I found myself resting my hand on my tummy. I was beginning to show and I just felt a need to hold my tummy. The other team beat our team badly without Scott and the other players. After the game my father drove us to Elizabeth’s family’s lake house. We got there shortly after midnight. My father went inside and helped us turn on the lights and take our bags in and made sure everything was okay. He then headed home and Elizabeth and I were alone in her lake house for the weekend.

The house was very nice with four bedrooms. The kitchen was huge and the living room had floor to ceiling glass walls and looked out directly over the lake. With the sun and stars even in the dark you could see the water. It was absolutely beautiful. Elizabeth made us her favorite strawberry fruit smoothies and a bowl of popcorn. We then went and changed into our night clothes and settled down on the sofa with the popcorn and smoothies.

Elizabeth put on baby blue Victoria Secret pajamas. The top was a button down shirt with 4 large buttons and soft blue satin. The bottoms were matching boy shorts that showed her beautiful long legs. I put on a pink lace teddy with matching panties and had a satin matching pink robe over it. I had picked the prettiest lingerie I owned.

At first it was a little tense as I think we didn’t know where to start the conversation and most of the sound was the sound of us eating popcorn. But after some small talk Elizabeth asked me if I was planning on keeping the baby. I told her I was and that made her smile. She asked me if I thought I was ready to be a mother and I told her I didn’t know but that I would do my best. She asked me had I thought about adoption and I told her I had thought about it but I couldn’t imagine giving away my child.

Her next few questions surprised me. She asked me what I would have thought of giving the baby to someone I knew. I thought about that but said I didn’t know anyone who was ready for a child.

I saw her then look down at her feet like she was embarrassed about something.
“Tori there is something I have been hesitant to tell you about because I wanted you to decide for yourself about Scott and honestly I have never been sure of what really happened but with all that has happened I am pretty sure now.
“Okay,” I replied.
Her eyes stayed on the floor.

Elizabeth started telling me, “When I was a freshman I was very shy and had no self confidence. I was thin and tall and very awkward. I tried out and made freshman cheerleader but I was still very shy. Scott was quiet and shy at first as well. He made the freshman football team but wasn’t starting. He and I had a couple classes together and became friends. As the year progressed he was getting to be better and better known and became starting quarterback of the freshman team.

We were doing things together as friends and became boyfriend girlfriend. Like I said I was very shy and he was getting more self confidence. He was starting to push our relationship to get more serious but I wasn’t ready for that. More and more he was asking me about going further and every time I would tell him I wasn’t ready. Most of the time we were together in groups so I didn’t worry too much about his advances.

One weekend there was a huge party at one of the varsity football players homes. I had asked my mom for permission to go but she told me no. That weekend I made up a story to spend the night at my best friends house and my mom was busy with work and didn’t check on me. We went to the party instead. There had to be over 200 kids there. There was music and dancing and lots of alcohol. I didn’t drink and kept turning down beers and mixed drinks all night. The only thing I did drink was punch.

Tori, there is not much more I can tell you about that party other then that Scott met me there and was my date and was getting our drinks. I can’t remember anything from that point till the next day in the afternoon. When I woke at the house there were kids everywhere asleep and I was half dressed. I got up and went and found a bathroom. I was bleeding. I had been a virgin. I have no idea what had happened that night. I just knew I was half dressed, sore and bleeding between my legs. I asked Scott what happened and all he said was that I had a good time. I asked him what that meant and he just repeated that I had had a good time.

I was never very sure about what had happened to me but I think Scott put a drug in my punch. I think several guys had sex with me there. It’s why when I heard about what happened to you on your birthday it made me wonder if he did the same thing to you.

That next week I broke up with him because he wouldn’t tell me what had happened. Several weeks past and then things turned worse. I started being sick in the morning and I hadn’t had my period. I was so scared and didn’t know what to do. On my own I bought a pregnancy test at the drug store. And after taking the test I found out I was pregnant.

I was scared to death and decided to tell Scott. When I told him he asked me why I was telling him and I said that I was telling him because he had gotten me pregnant. Tori, he laughed at me and reminded me what he had said that I had had a good time. He told me I had been with several boys and that any of them might be the father.

I was devastated and didn’t know what to do so I went to planned parenthood. I got a very nice counselor who I was able to talk to a little bit about my situation. I didn’t think I could face my mother knowing I had lied about going to the party. Worse I had no idea who was the father of the baby. Because of my shame I made the decision that you ruled out, I decided since I had not chosen to be with anyone that I wasn’t pregnant with a love child, I made the choice to terminate the pregnancy. Even with having an abortion I didn’t even miss a cheer event.

So I very much understand how you’re feeling and what you’re going through. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about and wonder about who my child might have been if I had made the decision you have made. I can’t say that if I was in the exact same situation all over again that I would have made a different decision but that does not take away the pain of what I chose to do.”

She sat there so sullen looking down in her thoughts. I was stunned to have found this out about her and I understood why she had not told me this before now.

She then changed the subject and said more that surprised me.
“Tori do you remember when you asked me about me having a boyfriend in college?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Well I don’t have a boyfriend in college.”
I laughed thinking how odd it was for her to bring that up now.
“Do you remember what Scott said my nickname was?”
I nodded and then answered, “Liz the lez.”
“Do you know what he meant by that?”
I had some ideas but I thought I’d let her answer so I shook my head no.
She looked down.

Then she began to explain, “After having had the abortion I became very unhappy. I really became withdrawn and didn’t do much of anything with anyone. Towards the end of the school year one of my friends somehow talked me into trying out for a school play. I was horrible and got just a tiny part with no lines. That wasn’t what was important though.

For the summer I didn’t have any plans other then cheerleading camp and my mom wanted me to stay busy. Since I had been in the play she found out about a drama camp. I didn’t know if I had any interest in that but she was really pushing me to do something so I finally agreed.

At drama camp I started paying attention and learning how to act. I liked it because I learned to act like I was feeling something different then I was really feeling. I learned to hide my own emotions and feelings.

I also became close with one of the camp counselors. Her name was Cheryl and she was a 19 year old sophomore at the University. She was a very good actress but even more important she was a good acting teacher. She helped me use all the emotion inside my heart to become a much better actress. She also saw the pain I was in.

As the weeks passed Cheryl and I spent more and more time together and got to know each other better. One day she and I had a conversation similar to what you and I are having right now. She asked me that same question, did I know what it meant to be a lesbian.

I told her I didn’t know what that really meant so she began to explain. She told me that first labels were not important. There were many types of labels, straight, bi, gay and lesbian. Even within those labels were more labels like top, bottom, butch and fem. She told me that to some people labels were important. But to her a label wasn’t important, what was important was how each person felt about the other.

She then asked me if I had ever looked at another girl and found her attractive. I told her I had found a few actresses attractive but not in “That” way. She asked me if I thought she was attractive and I told her I thought she was beautiful, which was the truth.

She then completely changed the subject and asked me why was I in so much pain. I was surprised by that question and asked her what made her think I was in pain. She told me she could see it in my eyes. I couldn’t look at her for a few minutes. She then very softly asked me what happened.

I proceeded to spill my guts about the party and Scott and the abortion. As I did I broke down and was crying and she held me close and comforted me. She listened closely and never interrupted me.

All that happened that night is that we talked. She offered me kindness and helped me to understand that I did what I thought was right and that was all that mattered.

A few days later we had a nice dinner together and then had time to talk after and that night we got physically closer and kissed for the first time. I can not begin to tell you how nervous I was doing anything with her. But it felt so very different with her then it did with Scott or any other guy. Not once, not ever did I feel like she would push me for more then I was ready for. As she made advances she watched my responses and if I resisted she immediately eased off. It was very different then anything I had ever felt before. And I wasn’t turned off by the fact that she was female.

We got very close that month and it broke my heart that she lived so far away from me a couple states away. We stayed in touch by phone and email after that but she ended up falling in love with someone else at the University. I haven’t had a boyfriend since Scott and do not think I ever will again.”

Elizabeth took a moment and sipped her smoothie. She then looked up at me and I was stunned by the story she had just told me.

She then went on, “Tori, when I look at you and see your personality, your spirit your smile, I am very attracted to you. You have an inner strength that you don’t even realize you have. When I first met you I saw so much happiness and energy and I let him take it all away from you and I’m so sorry for that.

I am very sorry that I behaved like I did in the theater that day. Honestly I just was so attracted to you and Scott did know I had turned to girls. Even while I regret it, I have never stopped thinking about it or wanting to do it again. I am drawn to you like I have not been drawn to any other person since Cheryl.

I am also very happy that you chose to keep your baby. I think you made the best decision for you. And I want you to know I will stay your friend even after you have the baby. I will help you with him or her and babysit for you if you’ll let me. I would really like to be part of your life and part of your baby’s life.”

I looked at her very surprised. I think I understood her feelings knowing she had aborted her own pregnancy. It was very spontaneous but we hugged at that moment.

We sat there quietly together for a while leaning against one another. We didn’t talk much more that night and she found a blanket and pulled it up over us. We sat on the sofa like that a while and then shifted to lying together on the sofa. It was a cool night but with the blanket over us and each others body heat we stayed warm. It had been several hours since we had arrived there and we both were exhausted and we fell asleep there on the sofa together.

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The next morning I woke up still on the sofa with Elizabeth. She was already awake and was staring at me. I didn’t notice at first but she had her hand on my belly. I looked at her hand and then again in her eyes and she blushed.

“It’s amazing there’s another person inside here huh,” she asked.
I nodded.
She then leaned over and kissed my belly.
I laughed thinking that was funny.
“Don’t laugh, I just gave your baby its first kiss,” she said smiling at me.
“Yes you did,” I replied.

“Well don’t just lay there all day, lets get into our swim suits and get into that beautiful water,” Elizabeth said and jumped up off the sofa and headed to where her bag was getting out her bikini and heading into the bedroom to change.
I got up and did the same following.

After putting on our swimsuits we walked down to the lake. It was unbelievably beautiful. The sun was shining and reflecting off the water. We walked along the edge of the lake just taking in the beautiful scenery. We held hands and got our feet in the water. It was a sunny day outside so it was warm but the water felt cold on my feet. We took a long walk along the lake before heading back to the house for lunch.

Elizabeth made us sandwiches and soup for lunch and I sat there on a stool at the counter watching her. I liked looking at her, when she was relaxed and at ease her self confidence was so apparent. I realized then that Elizabeth was more of a grown up like my parents then she was like a teenager. She was responsible and confident and seemed to always know what she wanted.

We had a nice lunch together and I told her I was nervous and scared about having a baby. I told her I was very scared that it would hurt to have the baby. She reminded me that they have medicine to help with that. I told her how gross the morning sickness made me feel and how I felt so many physical changes. My breasts felt swollen and tender and I just felt tired more often. She then teased me and joked with me that at least they were getting bigger since I had small boobs that did make me laugh.

We took a nap that afternoon and after the nap I felt rested for the first time in a long time. That afternoon I felt less stress in my life that I had in a long time. At that moment that afternoon in the lake house there was no Scott, no coach, no rape and no issues of pain. I felt safe and relaxed and . . . in love.

We took another walk late that afternoon and we kicked our bare feet in the water trying to splash water on one another and it was a lot of fun. I think it was the first time I had laughed that hard since I had talked to Scott at the pool that day. We both seemed to be having a really good time. I was stunned at one point when Elizabeth grabbed a hold of me and laughing said, “See Tori this is the girl I fell in love with.”

Those words surprised me so much. I felt like I had forgotten how to laugh and to be happy. I had to admit it felt terrific. I had forgotten I could be this girl, carefree laughing having fun and a good time. Yet here I was at the lake house with Elizabeth doing exactly that. It was that girl she had seen through everything, that girl who loved life and smiling and having fun. I’m not sure how she ever saw this in me because I had forgotten what this felt like but somehow through everything she had seen this in me and I couldn’t have been happier.

We watched the sunset together over the lake. It was incredibly beautiful and neither of us spoke as we watched the sun set as if it was plunging ever so slowly into the lake. We sat there quietly holding hands just taking in the beauty of it all. We didn’t move till the sun was completely hidden from view. We then got up together and headed back into the home put on a cover up dress over our swim suits and started to prepare dinner together.

We had fun making dinner I got to do a salad and Elizabeth made some spaghetti sauce and the pasta. It wasn’t very long before we were sitting down eating the meal we had prepared. During dinner Elizabeth told me she was so proud of me for opening up like I had at group. She told me she was afraid I would not ever be able to face what had happened to me and she thought I would be happier now that I had opened up.

After dinner we cleaned up the dishes together and then decided to settle in for a movie. As we watched the movie we laid on the sofa holding each other. It felt so nice and safe. I was a little surprised when Elizabeth kissed my cheek, my neck and then my ear lobe.

When I turned to look at her she kissed me on the lips. I was surprised but I just closed my eyes and kissed her back. The first kiss was soft and sweet and short closed lip to lip. When we broke the kiss we looked at each other and stayed where we were just an inch apart. She then put her hand on my cheek and we kissed again. This time we began to French kiss. I loved kissing Elizabeth more then I liked kissing anyone else. The kisses were soft and tender yet full of passion and emotion. We kissed several short playful French kisses before we seemed to get lost in a long deep kiss.

It seemed like Liz was being a little bit timid so I started to run my fingers through her hair pushing it away from her face. She ended up laying me back on the sofa and we continued to kiss. Her hands began to rub my arms and shoulders. I slid my hands around her waist and begin to rub her lower back.

Her hands then began to slide up my sides to just below my arms and then I felt them gently rub over my breasts. They were very tender but she seemed to know and was gentle and just rubbed them softly. I slid my hands down onto her lower back and onto her soft butt.

I could hardly believe this was happening but it felt natural and felt right. I felt her push my cover up dress up and unhook my bikini top. I realized this was becoming more intense and that didn’t scare me it excited me. I began to push Elizabeth’s dress up and untied her bikini top as well.

There was a moment there when we both stopped and looked into each others eyes. I think we were looking for the other to be afraid but neither of us seemed scared. After that moment we kissed again and the passion only grew.

She very gently began to kiss down onto my chest and onto my breast. She was so gentle that even though my breasts were tender it felt very good. As she kissed there I ran my fingers through her hair.

After a while she kissed her way back up to my lips and we kissed again passionately. Her hands were rubbing and caressing my breast as mine rubbed her back. Then I felt her slide her hand down onto my tummy rubbing around and around and then slowly her hand slid lower. It wasn’t very long before I felt her rub lower down to my sex. I felt a little nervous but also very aroused. Before long her rubbing was beginning to feel very good and I felt myself getting more and more aroused.

Our kissing grew more passionate and I moved my hands to her breasts and began to rub them gently. Unlike any of the guys who I had been with Liz knew how to touch, not too hard or rough but just right to feel great. I realized I was getting more wet. As she continued rubbing me I lowered my lips to her breasts. I tenderly kissed and sucked on her breasts and nipples.

Before long it was feeling so good I felt my body begin to shake. Liz’s finger touched my lips and all around my clit and it felt more and more intense until I couldn’t hold back any more and began to orgasm. I almost didn’t notice how much I was moaning and felt a little embarrassed when I realized it. At some point I had stopped sucking her breasts and focused on my own good feelings. After I came I felt her come back up to my lips and begin to kiss me again. I kissed her as loving and deeply as I could.

I then put my hand on the inside of her thigh but before I could move it closer to her sex she reached down and pulled my hand up to her lips and kissed it then shook her said no. She then whispered, “Just hold me.” So that’s what we did. We lay together on the sofa and cuddled and she pulled my head onto her chest and held me closely.

Being with Liz was so different then with any of the guys because with her it was all about me with Scott or any of the other guys it was all about them. I loved how I felt even though I felt a little guilty that I didn’t do the same for her and bring her to an orgasm. But I respected that she told me no and was happy to just lay there holding her as she held me. We slept there together on the sofa again and it felt nice.

The next morning we woke up and got up to fix breakfast. We each had a ham and cheese omelet and milk. Then we got showered and dressed and got out things ready to go home.

I can’t say that I have had a more wonderful time then I did that weekend. I just know all the stress of everything was forgotten for a few hours and I felt loved and safe for the first time in a long time.

To be continued.

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