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this is my first story and my english is not the best so please be gentle.

School was not my favourite place as I am sure it was not for most. When I was 16 my parents separated and I took it extremely hard. I gained an attitude and took to smoking weed on a regular basis. My mother in an attempt to help me to get away from my friends bad influence got a new job with a company which specialised in government relations around the world which meant we would be moving around a lot. On her first assignment we were sent to Italy it was going to be a 9 month thing and I was enrolled in an English speaking school which I was not that bothered about as it was my last year at school and there were only 7 months left of the school year.

On my first day of school I promised my mother that I would try and cut down on my use of drugs at least while I was at school and at the very least be sober for my first day of school. The school was not like any school I had seen before the architecture of the front of the building was a classic Italian style but the back was very modern and I was fascinated by it. My first class was English (my worst subject) but they were reading my favourite Shakespeare play so I was willing to pay attention. At lunch time I was greeted by people who were in my classes and asked me if I like to smoke. The second that was said my promise to my mother went out the door with a very swift kick and I followed them to the roof of the building to have a smoke and general chat. At the end of lunch I was P.E and being big into sports and still very stoned decided to throw myself into the game of field hockey and I did just that straight into a post which knocked me out.

When I came too I was in the nurses office. I had a raging headache and I felt a little sick. The school had two nurses a male and a female nurse one which operated during the day and one which worked at night as the school also boarded some of the students. The male nurse walked in and told me that I had a nasty bump to the head and that I was to stay over night. He had spoken to my mother and as she would be working late agreed for me to stay over night so I could be kept an eye on. He also told me that the female nurse would be in at 8, her name was Kate and I was to tell her if I felt dizzy and with that he left me to rest.

The hours went by slowly as I was the only one in the nurses office and with nothing to do but look at the ceiling by 8 o’clock I was ready to bust out. That was until she walked through the door. Nurse Kate, she was stunning she looked more like a model then a nurse in fact she look like dressing as a nurse was just something she did for fun. She must have been around 5`9 with long legs, small waist with C cup breasts she had dark curly hair which stopped just short of the bottom of her shoulder blade. She had blue penetrating eyes and her lips were full she wore hardly any makeup at all and she really didn’t need it and for some reason right there and then I had no desire to break out. I watched in awe as she was briefed on her one and only patient, said good night to the male nurse and as she began to walk over to me my heart started pounding in my chest, it beat so hard I thought I was going to break out. She walked and sat herself on the side of the bed “hello Emma…” my heart skipped a beat when she said my name, her accent was strong and sexy “…. would you mind if I checked you over?” it took me a few seconds to reply, to get my breath back before I could speak “please do” my voice was weak and I felt like an idiot after saying it. I didn’t know what was going on I had never been made to feel like this by anyone and this woman was making me feel things, made me want to do things I had never thought about doing with anyone let alone a woman! I laid there in silence as she took my temperature, flashed a light in my eyes and took note of my heart beat which was effected by her being so close to me. All the while using every fibre of my being to stop myself acting on the impulses that were trying to take over me. When she was finished she smiled at me and brought herself close to me and whispered in my ear “if you need anything, if you are feeling dizzy just call me…….. I will make you feel better” and with that she got up and went to her little desk.

For an hour a laid there feeling confused, not by how I was feeling that I knew by now I wanted her fact! but by what she had said. I could not tell if what she had said was her getting her English mixed up and she meant something else or if she was coming onto me. After thinking about it for a while I decided that if I didn’t have her I just might die. I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed I and I noticed I was still in my P.E uniform which was shorts and a very tight fitting t-shirt. I opened my mouth and called her over.

My heart began to beat heavily as she walked towards me she walked up to the bed and whispered into my ear again “what is the matter? Are you feeling dizzy?” I could feel myself getting very hot and very wet and decided I had to be strong and just say what I wanted to say. She didn’t leave my ear as if she was waiting for me to say something. I opened my mouth and spoke clearly as possible “ Nurse Kate I know we have just met but I want you!” she didn’t move and spoke again into my ear “what do you want from me?” I took a deep breath, raised my hands and took her face in my hands and moved her so she could see my face before I spoke again “I want you as a lover! I want you to fuck me and I want you to fuck me now!” I didn’t think I could be anymore clear and I hoped she got it that time.

She placed her hands each side of me on the bed and smiled then she kissed me with her full lips. She kissed me so hard that if I was not holding onto her and if she didn’t have her hands on the bed for support we would have fallen backwards. She then pulled away and looked at me “are you sure that this is what you want?” I looked at her and let go of all my inner restraints. With my hands still holding onto her face I got off the bed and pushed her up against the wall, my body was crushing up against hers my face set with what looked like anger then my face changed and became soft I pulled her face towards me kissed her tentatively before pulling back and saying “more than anything in the world” she let out a little growl as she rolled me up against the wall she grabbed my hands and pinned me she moved closer teasing me by pretending to go to kiss me then not I let out a growl of my own in frustration and she giggled. She let go of my hands and we began taking each others clothes off. My hands fumbled as I tried to unbutton her blouse so I resorted to just ripping it off her. She stopped undressing me and looked down at her now button less blouse, put her hands on her hips and then said “that was my favourite blouse!” I gave her a sheepish little grin “sorry” she smiled and then took it off along with her bra and panties before dropping to her knees. She took the front my panties with her teeth and pulled them down over my arse and I slipped out of them and with a flick of her head she through them across the room. I stood there as I watched her slowly kiss my stomach, up between my cleavage and then stopped once she reached my neck. She took my hands and lead me back to the bed where she laid me on my back before climbing on top of me. She sat on my stomach and I could feel her cool wet pussy lips pressed against me. she was completely shaven which was exactly how I kept myself, I took my hand to feel just how smooth she was. As I did that she let out a little moan, almost in shock I looked up and was in awe of her body. Her tits were pert I raised my hand and started to play with her nipples they got hard very fast and every now and then she gave out a little moan of pleasure. I could feel her getting even wetter and so was I she moved her body so she was laid next to me on the small hospital like bed. With her hand she gently drew a line down the middle of my body I quivered as she did so and I wanted her in me more than anything. Her hand continued down me till she met my throbbing wet pussy she slowly went between my legs and I stared at her longing for her to fuck me “fuck me…… please I can’t take this anymore! I need you! I want you!” I held her face and forced her to look me in the eyes. She kissed me softly on the lips and whispered gently just inches from my lips “as you wish my love” my face flushed bright red when she said those words and I moved my hand to her neck and pushed myself onto her beautiful full lips. In one swift move she thrust two fingers inside of me I gave out a scream and she paused for a second once she saw that my scream was pleasurable and not because of pain she began to push her fingers in and out of my throbbing pussy. Both sets of my lips clung to her and refused to let go. I stopped kissing her and wrapped my arms round her I started to writhe with pleasure and I bit down on her shoulder she moaned and she seemed to be having fun she continued to fuck me and I was thrusting to try and get her fingers deeper into me. All of a sudden I began to feel hotter than I had felt before my thighs felt as though they were on fire and I had this feeling between my legs so strong that I began to shake hard. The feeling got stronger and I screamed as I started to orgasm. My entire body was shaking and it felt amazing, she slowly removed her fingers, unwrapped my arms and slowly started kissing down my body. She began to kiss my inner thighs and then she started licking my pussy slowly as I continued to convulse beneath her and every time she touched my clit I would moan louder. Soon the convulsions slowed down and she came and laid next to me. She began to kiss me and I could taste myself on her tongue. She stopped kissing me and looked at the clock on the wall and jumped up “we will have to continue this later my love as I am expecting my husband to come tonight……” she kissed me passionately “now get under the covers and pretend to look a little like you have just had sex” she smiled at me but I was still in shock over the husband revelation and she had to do it for me as she hurried round the room making sure there was no evidence of what we had just done all the while getting dressed but instead of putting her blouse with the torn buttons back on she put my t-shirt on she turned around once all was correct in the room “I didn’t mean for this to happen I have never believed in love at first sight until I met you. Baby I’m sorry I know that you must be in shock but just say you will let me explain in full about my marriage once he has left?” she looked at me with desperate eyes and what she had just said about love at first sight was the same for me too. I did love her, no I WAS in love with her and it was at first sight after a brief pause I answered “yes I’ll listen” she smiled and then the door opened and he walked in………………….

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Dean installs the mind-control device at his school!

The Mind Control Device

Chapter Thirteen: Installing Mind-Controlled Passions

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

Dean Michael

I needed coffee.

“Have fun,” Kimmie said, wrapped up in her house robe, her face flushed. I had just made love to her. She wanted to have my cum in her pussy. My wife had a naughty grin on her face as she watched us heading out the door. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do with that.”

I had the new mind-control device slung under my arm. I grinned at her as I glanced at the coffee table where her laptop was set up. The original mind-control device was installed down in the basement and plugged into its backup power supply, a UPS. It was on our WiFi network and the control software was on my wife’s laptop.

“I’m afraid of what you’ll do with the device today,” I said with a playful tone.

She grinned at me, her green eyes twinkling.

I grinned back only for a yawn to break my smile. I had been up too late the last two nights. I needed caffeine pumping through my veins. Definitely. I had to teach today, and I was installing my device at the college.

I would have fun today.

“Come on, Daddy,” June said. “We’ll be late if you don’t go.”

My eighteen-year-old had my laptop cradled to her chest. She wore a one-piece, blue dress, her hair in cute pigtails. She looked adorable as she headed out into the garage. She headed for my SUV and climbed into the backseat.

That was unusual.

“I told her I had shotgun,” Dusk said as she moved beside me. She had a sultry purr to her voice. “And that’s why she has your laptop.”

“So she’s going to play with the device while you…?” I gave my oldest daughter a questioning look.

Dusk, her cute glasses perched on her nose, gave me a big smile. “Why, as I suck your cock, of course, Daddy.” She said with such sincerity. Such wanton delight. She licked her lips. “Mmm, a slut needs her morning jizz.”

She had made herself into my slut, mind-controlling herself yesterday so that she would always be my little whore. I hadn’t suggested it. I certainly didn’t do anything to prompt it. I was a little surprised when she’d done it.

She broke from me and opened the front passenger door and climbed in, her short, black skirt swishing about her legs. She had toned thighs and a gorgeous ass. She seemed to bend over more causing her skirt to rise up enough to flash the red panties she wore for a moment.

My dick throbbed.

I rushed around the SUV and climbed in. June already had the laptop open, the blue light bathing her face. She looked up and smiled at me. I put the mind control device on the backseat, and she quickly got the computer plugged into via a USB cable and the device turned on. She couldn’t give her sister or me any commands, and I had no idea what she would be doing with it.

The moment I had the SUV started and the garage door opening, Dusk leaned over. Her strawberry-blonde hair, gathered in a pair of cute pigtails, swayed down her face. My twenty-year-old daughter grabbed my dick through my slacks and gave me a hard squeeze. I groaned at that hot contact. She kneaded me, a wicked giggle bursting from her lips.

Then she unzipped me. I groaned at that. My hands gripped the steering wheel as she reached in and pulled out my dick. Her hand was warm on my cock. I groaned and looked back, the SUV rolling out of the garage in reverse.

“Mmm, I love this cock,” Dusk moaned.

“You’re such a slut,” June playfully called from the backseat.

“I am!” My eldest daughter said that with such pride.

Then she engulfed my dick.

I groaned at the feel of her hot mouth wrapped around my cock. Her lips sealed tight about me. She sucked hard, nursing with hunger. She bobbed her head, sliding her mouth up and down my dick. The pleasure surged through my body.

My sphincter tightened. I groaned as she worked her mouth up and down my dick. She sucked and slurped, pleasure rippling out of me. I groaned, turning the wheel and backing the SUV onto the street. The car echoed with the sounds of her sucking.

“Is she making your dick feel good, Daddy?” June asked.

“Uh-huh, Junebug,” I said, putting the car into drive and heading down our street.

“Yay!” she cheered. “I’m so happy. It’s good Dusk is putting her mouth to good use.”

“Yes, she is.”

Dusk moaned around my cock. She sucked with that naughty hunger of a slut. She wanted my cum. She ached for it. I savored my daughter’s passion as her lips worked up and down my dick. Pleasure flowed through me, making driving interesting.

I turned onto an arterial. Already, morning traffic was thick before us, moving sluggishly as everyone headed to work and school. The weekend over. Monday had arrived. I groaned, enduring it better and better as Dusk bobbed her head.

Her tongue danced around my cock. The pleasure flowed through my body. My balls ached, growing tight with a load of cum that would burst out of my nuts and bathe my daughter’s tonsils. She would gulp it all down in delight.

June typed behind me, giggling with mischievous joy.

I had no idea what she was doing, though. I didn’t see anything unusual. Traffic flowed alongside us. The car before me turned into a parking lot. Dusk kept sucking on my dick. The pedestrians on the road walked along.

I shuddered, having trouble thinking as the pressure built and built. We were blocks away from the coffee house I liked to go to. My dick twitched in my daughter’s mouth. I would go through the drive-thru with Dusk’s mouth on my dick.

Another car turned off into a parking lot before me. I groaned, able to pick up some speed as a third and then a fourth car turned off, one pulling into a cutout for a bus stop. I groaned as I finally understood what June was doing.

“Clearing the way?” I panted, the ache from Dusk’s blowjob building and building at the tip of my cock.

“Yep!” she said, her fingers typing away. She did that with skill.

The red sedan flipped on its blinker and pulled onto a side-street.

I grinned as she squirmed in the backseat while Dusk worshiped my dick. Her tongue danced around my cock while her saliva ran down my shaft. She bobbed her head, working her lips down my shaft. My shaft’s tip nuzzled into the back of her throat.

With a gurgling moan, my slutty daughter swallowed my cock.

I groaned in delight as she deep-throated my dick. Pleasure swept through me as that naughty gullet engulfed my cock. My crown savored the massaging hum from her vocal cords. My balls grew tighter as she swallowed, massaging my dick.

Her lips nuzzled into my bush.

“That’s a good slut,” I groaned as I turned into the parking lot for Stay Awake Cafe, my favorite place to get java.

I pulled into the drive-thru line and leaned back against the headrest. I shuddered, savoring my daughter’s deep-throating blowjob. Dusk just moaned and swallowed for a moment. Then she slid her mouth up my cock.

“Yes,” I groaned, savoring the rising suction. I let the SUV roll ahead as the line moved. “That’s it. God, you’re my favorite slut, Dusk.”

“Mmm, she’s making such naughty sounds,” said June. “Let’s see… That must be the one.”

She typed something into the laptop, mind-controlling someone new. It was exciting. She was using the power that I had invented and having fun doing it. I smiled at that, loving that my daughters were enjoying themselves this morning.

Dusk had a hand between her thighs. She rubbed herself as she blew me. I hadn’t noticed that, too focused on driving, but now I could enjoy every bit of this as the Monday morning line wrapped around the cafe. I just groaned, my orgasm coming sooner and sooner.

She sucked and slurped on my cock as I rose up to the order box. The menu glowed around it, but I knew what I wanted. I rolled my window down, trying not to moan as Dusk deep-throated my cock again, sliding her lips down it.

“Welcome to the Stay Awake Cafe, what can I get started for you,” a perky voice said from the menu’s speaker.

“I’ll have a dark roast drip coffee with extra whole milk,” I ordered, my usual. “No sugar.”

“I got a dark roast drip coffee, extra whole milk, no sugar,” repeated the perky voice. It sounded like Carla, the black-haired cutie who worked here. “Will that be anything else.”

“A blackberry scone!” June called.

“And a blackberry scone,” I panted, Dusk sliding her lips up my cock and sucking the entire time.

“Okay, that’ll be $7.43 at the window,” the perky barista said.

“Mmm, no it won’t,” moaned June from the back. She typed again. “I’m going to get a yummy scone, and the slut’s going to get some yummy cum.”

“And I’m going to get some caffeine,” I groaned, wishing I had a chance to program that coffee protocol. “Damn, Dusk, I’m going to cum if you keep that up.”

Dusk moaned and sucked harder, bobbing her head. I shuddered, rolling my SUV forward and turning as the lane moved around. I shifted and groaned savoring the feel of my daughter’s mouth sliding up and down my cock, swallowing it over and over again.

That warm, hot throat massaged my tip. Her vocal cords hummed around it. She was so excited. So was I. Pleasure rumbled from her throat as I came closer and closer to the drive-thru window. I could see Carla working the window in a baby doll t-shirt today. The round firmness of her breasts were outlined as she leaned out to hand over an order.

“I hope you have her under control,” I groaned as it was my turn to come up. Then I remembered my wallet.

“Good morning, Mr. Michael,” said Carla as I pulled up. She had a big smile on her face. “I see you’re daughter’s giving you your morning blowjob. Very important for a father to receive.”

“Very,” I groaned as she handed over my coffee and a paper bag holding the scone.

June snatched that from me with a squeal of delight.

“And you just have to stare at my tits for payment this morning,” Carla said and flipped up the front of her t-shirt. Her breasts were cupped in a red bra that hugged those young delights. She pulled the cups up and over her tits.

They spilled out round and perky. She bounced in place, making them jiggle as she smiled at me. June giggled from the backseat as I stared at those wonderful tits. I groaned and then I erupted into my eldest daughter’s mouth.

I pumped my cum straight down her throat as I stared at Carla’s magnificent rack. She had such a big smile on her lips as she kept those tits jiggling. The pleasure slammed through me. Rapture burst into my mind.

“Shit, those are great tits,” I panted while Dusk slid her mouth up my cock fast so she could taste the cum spurting from my dick.

“Thank you, Mr. Michaels,” Carla said, a naughty gleam in her eyes. “I’m just so wet for you. You should come to the store one day where I can give you a more personal service.”

“Yep, Daddy,” said June from the back. She typed something.

“You could dump your cum in my pussy,” Carla groaned. “Just flood me with all that delight.”

“Yes!” I growled, spurting jizz into Dusk’s mouth.

She gulped it down as Carla then winked at me and shoved down her bra to cup her breasts followed by fixing her shirt. “Enjoy your day, Mr. Michaels.”

“You, too,” I groaned, my body shuddering in the seat as my orgasm hit that peak.

Dusk sucked out the last of my cum as I pulled forward. I breathed heavily, the morning air wafting through my still-open window. My entire body buzzed with the rush of dumping my cum down my daughter’s throat before the topless Carla.

“Wow, isn’t she so nice, Daddy?” June said from the back. “Let you cum in her pussy. Such a generous, young woman.”

“Yes, she is,” I moaned, smiling. “Did you give her a nudge, Junebug.”

“Me, Daddy?” she asked with such fake innocence. Then she giggled.

Dusk slid her mouth up my cock and popped off. She let out a throaty groan of delight as she put me back away in my pants. Then she leaned back into her seat, still masturbating. Her face twisted in pleasure, her glasses shifting. She had cum on the corner of her lips.

“That was so hot!” Dusk moaned, her body bucking. “Yes, yes, yes! I love being your slut, Daddy!”

I shuddered as I watched my eldest daughter cumming. Her pigtails danced. Her seat creaked as she shuddered through her pleasure. A big smile spread on her lips as she hit the peak. Her round breasts rose and fell, her baby doll t-shirt molding to her tits. Her nipples poked at the fabric.

She wasn’t wearing a bra, the naughty slut.

After a moment, she pulled her fingers out from between her thighs. She smeared the juices on the slit in my coffee cup’s lid. She grinned at me and then sucked her digits into her mouth. Salivating, I grabbed my cup and brought it to my lips. For a moment, I tasted her tart juices before the coffee’s bitter, citrus flavor washed it away.

I took a long gulp of the coffee, savoring every drop of it pouring down my gullet. Already, the caffeine was working on me as I drove us to Thompson College. The cars before us kept turning off. Soon, we were reaching the school. The city buses disgorged the college students who flooded out to the various buildings. I found my parking spot in the faculty lot.

“Okay,” I said, turning off the car. “You have to hand over your new toy, June.”

“I just want to keep playing with it,” she said. “You should write an app for our phone. Then we can play with it when we want.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I said.

“Please, please, Daddy!” June wheedled. “I won’t abuse it. I promise I won’t make Janey Miller stand before the class and shout out that she’s the biggest whore in the world.”

“I think that’s exactly what you would do with it, munchkin,” said Dusk. “That’s so boring. You should make her get naked and prove she’s a slut by having all the boys run a train on her.”

“What’s a train?” June asked, closing my laptop and setting it on the mind-control device.

“Mmm, we have a lot to talk about, munchkin,” Dusk said.

As my two daughters headed off, Dusk’s arm around June’s shoulder, I shook my head. Who knew what filthy things Dusk was telling my precious, little girl. How long could June stay innocent with this power and the things we were doing.

Well, children had to grow up eventually.

I grabbed the mind-control device, laptop, and my satchel. I held all three and headed not to my classroom, but to the server room for the school. I helped the IT department from time to time. All volunteer, of course. When you fixed something that was broke once, you find doing it again becomes a part of your job.

But it gave me access to the perfect place to install the device. I used my key to get in and plugged it into the school’s massive UPS that would allow all the server computers to shut down safely in case of a blackout. I then wired it directly to the school’s WiFi network via an Ethernet cable into the massive switch system. I checked to make sure that the device was online.

all;ignore device protocol

No one would notice it. Anyone who came in here would just ignore it as part of the necessary and boring equipment. They would never inspect it so long as it was on. Plugged into the power, it was giving off the signal. Of course, the “all” command excluded me. I would need access to it.

Then I typed: 840F21;arousal protocol

That would let me have the physical stamina to be hard all the time. 840F21 was the hexadecimal code that the device had randomly assigned to me. From the server room, the device’s two-hundred-yard range covered the entire campus. I could see hundreds and hundreds of dots moving through the school on the preloaded map of the campus.

It was so many dots, a riot of them that it was impossible to pick out any individual one when zoomed out to the entire school. But that was fine. The device was functioning. My dick was growing hard after dumping my cum in my daughter’s mouth.

I had my coffee pumping through my veins, energizing me. I was ready to have a fun day teaching my students. My smile broadened. I had some students I was eager to enlighten today. I closed my laptop, whistled, and headed to the door.

I found June waiting in the hallway looking naughty.

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Kimberly “Kimmie” Michael

Naked beneath my house robe, I sat down on the couch and stared at my laptop. The control program was active. On a note pad beside there was a list of all the commands my husband had told me about that were preprogrammed in. I had written them all down in my crisp, clean handwriting with a sharpie.

“What to do,” I said to myself, my pussy on fire, brimming with my husband’s cum.

So many possibilities. I stared at the screen, seeing the dots marking people still in the neighborhood. Michelle Reynolds was in her house alone. Her son, who was now her lover, and husband had left. That had been fun yesterday getting my pussy eaten out by her while her son fucked her from behind. Such a rewarding moment for mother and son.

There were a few other individuals in the houses on the street, but not that many. Everyone was going off to work or school. I furrowed my brow. Surely there was some fun I could have. I just had to think. Think of pervy things to do.

Kinky and naughty and wicked things.

This was my chance to make my own porn. To have my own fantasies played out. Having a son fuck her mother was so hot. I wanted Michelle to be bred by her son. That would be so exciting.

Just like I wanted my daughters bred by my husband. June and Dusk were well on their way to having that happen. I studied the number in the Albertsons’ house moving around. That must be Tonya. What could I have her do? She could come over here and lick my pussy clean of my husband’s spunk.

And then she could even clean my house for me.

Naked.

I shivered. Was that going too far? Making her do my housework and… An idea clicked in my head. I could get a girl to be our live-in maid. She could be cute and sexy, eighteen and just ready to do all the things for the family. Not cooking for us, I loved doing that, but the other stuff. She could rub my feet and lick my pussy and suck my husband’s cock.

How did you hire a live-in maid?

As I contemplated the problem, my phone rang. I grabbed it and smiled at the sight of Natalie Meyer’s smiling face on the screen. My friend had fucked her son at church yesterday, and I advised her to have her husband teach their daughter about sex.

“Hey,” I said when I picked up.

“Oh, Kimmie,” my friend said. “Oh, this has been such a magical time in my family.”

“Oh, yeah,” I said, leaning back.

“Mmm, it’s all in the open. Mitch knows that I’m teaching Keven all about sex, and though he might have been a little annoyed, he still had me teach our daughter about anal and I licked her pussy full of his cum. And he fucked her in the ass. She’s learning to become a perfect wife. She’s going to make her husband happy.”

“And Keven’s learning how to please his future wife?” I asked, this naughty idea popping into my head.

“Yes.” Natalie let out a throaty groan. “I can’t believe how kinky things have gotten. I don’t know what happened at church yesterday, but it was eye-opening.”

“Wasn’t it?” I asked, my eyes flicking to the computer. “Come over. Let’s have some morning tea and talk all about it.”

“Sure,” she said. “Give me fifteen minutes.”

“Perfect,” I said and thought about just what I wanted to type for her when she arrived.

This excitement rippled through me as I waited. I kept glancing at the map, getting hopeful every time a new dot drove by the entrance to our street. I kept hoping they would turn on it, but they kept going and were quickly out of range of the device.

Tonya Albertson and Michelle Reynolds were moving through their houses, no doubt cleaning up. My pussy blazed, cum leaking out of me. It took all my self-control not to just frig my sloppy twat right here and now. I was on fire. All juicy and ready to do such wicked things with my friend.

It would be so naughty.

Finally, F045CE turned onto my street. I quivered as I watched this new dot come closer and closer. The person passed the Reynolds’ house then the Albertsons’ house. My stomach twisted as the dot drove by the Carters’ residence and then was turning into my driveway. That had to be my friend.

F045CE;always listen to 72B2AE advice

ENTER!

I shuddered as I sent my first mind-control command to my friend. A shiver ran through me. This molten ache that swept through my jizz-filled pussy and devoured me from the inside. I would have such good advice for her since I was 72B2AE.

The dot moved from the car. I shivered and then quickly typed in the next command:

F045CE;lesbian desire for 72B2AE

ENTER!

DING-DONG

I jumped to my feet, my robe swishing about my legs. I rushed to the door to greet my friend. My feet pattered along the carpet, the fibers whisking against my slippers. I reached the door and wrenched it open to find Natalie standing there.

The black-haired woman’s eyes lit up at the sight of me in my robe. I could see the desire kindling in her eyes. This sudden wave of heat that washed through her. She quivered there and bit her lower lip as I hugged her.

“Ooh, I’m so glad you’re here,” I cooed, feeling her large breasts against my small bust.

I had little B-cups, barely larger than June’s budding breasts. My eldest had bigger boobs than me. And Natalie had a large pair. I groaned, feeling them against me, this heat rippling through my body. These wild desires surging through me. My pussy clenched, juices and Dean’s cum running down my thighs.

“Mmm,” my friend purred, clearly loving the hug. “This is nice.”

“Mmm, isn’t it?” I said and then broke it. “So you and your family have made the incest plunge, too?”

My friend smiled at me. “So you and Dean, huh?”

“Yep, we’re banging our little girls,” I said and giggled. “God, it’s all my pervy dreams come true. I used to pretend to be June, and the kinky roleplay made my husband go wild. He likes them young. How about your husband with Samantha.”

“He likes cumming in us and making us lick each other clean,” my friend said.

“Hot,” I said, taking her hand. “Mmm, isn’t eating pussy just delicious when it’s full of your husband’s cum.”

“Yeah.” A shiver shook Natalie. “It’s like I’m seeing women in a whole new light.”

“I bet,” I said. “How would you like to eat my pussy?” I arched my eyebrow. “I’ll lick yours back.”

“Oh, god, that sounds wonderful,” she moaned.

“Be warned, mine’s full of my husband’s cum,” I purred, “but doesn’t that just make it hotter for you.”

“Yes!” she moaned and then groaned as I slipped out of my robe.

Her eyes flicked up and down my body. I was petite like her daughter, Samantha. Was she thinking of her and transferring those awakened desires to me. It was clear she lusted for me. She could see my shaved snatch—I kept it bald to feed my husband’s perversions for young flesh—and the cum beading on my vulva.

“Get naked,” I said, sinking down on my couch, the laptop open right beside me. The screen had shut off, but it still ran, plugged into the wall. No battery dying on me. “Then let’s eat each other out. I’m so horny. I need a good cum. Then I can tell you just who your daughter should marry. It’s perfect.”

“Who?” she asked, her hands pulling off the t-shirt she wore.

I winked at her and then groaned as her flat stomach led up to her large breasts cradled in a comfortable sports bra. She threw her top down, her black hair spilling about her flushed face. I shuddered, biting my lip.

I had mind-controlled my best friend to have sex with me. This was so hot. I couldn’t wait to tell Dean all about it.

Natalie peeled off her top next. Her large breasts spilled out. They were big and soft, jiggling together. They had a wonderful sway that made me bite my lower lip. I groaned, the heat rippling out of my body. It would consume me.

She unzipped her jeans, wiggling her hips. She had a pair of black panties on. Plain, nothing special, but it was still exciting. I had never seen Natalie naked before. This was so hot. I hoped Dean was having as much fun at his college as I was at home.

Natalie stepped out of her jeans, her legs toned and firm. She was a sexy MILF. I shuddered, my mouth salivating. My hands squeezed my little titties. I massaged them and bit my lower lip, moaning as she shoved off her panties.

A trimmed, black bush appeared.

“Does your husband like you shaved?” she asked me as she stepped out of her panties.

“Do you?” I asked, spreading my thighs.

“It makes you look so young. God, I can’t believe we’re both the same age. I look nearly forty, but you… You could almost pass for eighteen.”

“Put me in a cheer outfit, and I would blend in with all those coeds cuties my husband teaches.” I licked my lips. “And Dean loves my shaved pussy. Maybe do it and see what your husband thinks.”

“I will,” she moaned. “You always give the best advice.”

“Got you to fuck your son,” I said as she sauntered to me.

A big smile spilled over her lips. “That was magical. I educated him. Taught him. I wasn’t the submissive one. I was in charge with Keven. Ooh, it’s a rush.”

Then she was straddling me. I stared up at her black bush, her tangy scent filling my nose. Her juices beaded on her curls. She lowered her furred muff to my face, the couch cushions shifting around. I salivated, hungering to eat my friend’s pussy.

Then her silky bush was on my face. Those curls slid over me. I breathed in deeply. This wonderful aroma filled my nose. My lips nuzzled through her hairs and found her pussy lips. I licked her cunt. I slid my tongue across her married folds, gathering her tangy delight.

“Kimmie!” she moaned, leaning down. Her breasts piled onto my stomach. Soft and heavy, nipples hard. Then her hair spilled over my thighs moments before she licked at the cum coating my vulva.

A hot shiver ran through me as my married friend tasted my husband’s cum. She licked it out of me. It was wild. I groaned and squirmed, my heart racing as the pleasure surged through me. My heart beat so fast. I loved every moment of it.

Her tongue caressed over my pussy lips. She lapped at me. She licked with such hunger at my pussy. She devoured me. I groaned, savoring that wonderful heat. It was such a rush to feel her devouring me. God, she licked with passion.

I moaned into her pussy. I thrust my tongue into her pussy. I swirled around in her, caressing her. My hands grabbed her rump. I kneaded her ass. I pulled her tight against my mouth, her furry bush rubbing on my cheeks.

I thrust my tongue into her cunt.

She licked my husband’s cum out of me.

I groaned. We were two naughty MILFs, two sexy wives, loving each other. It was so hot. I loved my husband’s invention. I was so lucky to get to use it. To get to experience this wicked delight. My tongue danced around inside her pussy’s depths, soaking up her tangy flavor.

Her tongue bathed my vulva. She moaned, her breasts rubbing into my stomach, as she cleaned off my husband’s jizz. Then she scooped it out of my cunt. She licked it out of me with skill. She had definitely gotten a taste for creampies.

What a thrill.

My hands gripped her rump. I kneaded her ass, squeezing it. I pulled her against me, my tongue thrusting deep into her pussy. I fluttered around as she cleaned me. Pleasure fluttered through me with her every lick and lap.

She did such naughty things to me. I loved it.

I whimpered in delight as her tongue lapped at me. She caressed me. Teased me. She did such wanton things to me. The pleasure surged through my body. I groaned, loving every moment of it. I licked at her. I lapped and nuzzled and savored every last second of this.

I sealed my mouth around my friend’s pussy and sucked. She groaned. Her body trembled on me. She ground her hot cunt against my mouth, her silky curls rubbed on me. Her tongue darted deep into my cunt, searching for more cum.

“Kimmie!” she moaned. “Ooh, pussy is so good with cum in it.”

“You should always lick a pussy full of spunk if you get the chance!” I moaned, trembling beneath her.

“Yes!”

Her tongue attacked my pussy folds. She fluttered up and down. She licked with such enthusiasm. I moaned, savoring it. I took slower licks at her pussy, savoring the texture. She didn’t have a tight slit like my daughters. No, she had a woman’s mature cunt.

Hot, yummy MILF pussy.

I reveled in it. I stroked to her clit and sucked on it. She gasped, her butt-cheeks clenching beneath my hands. I loved that. She moaned into my cunt. I fluttered my tongue against her clit, driving her wild. She whimpered and moaned, her hips undulating, grinding her twat against me.

It was amazing. I loved every moment of it. My rapture built and built in me as her tongue found my clit. She sucked on it. I groaned, my fingers digging into her butt-cheeks. My couch groaned and creaked beneath us. We both shuddered on it.

“So good,” she whimpered. “Oh, that’s so good. Yes, yes, I like this. I like this a lot.”

“Good,” I moaned and fluttered my tongue through her folds.

She gasped. Her passion was such a beautiful thing to hear. It was magical. I loved every second of it. My cunt clenched, the heat building and building in me. I would have such a massive explosion of orgasmic bliss.

It would sweep over me. It would consume me.

I sucked hard on her clit. I nibbled on it. She did the same. She whimpered. I moaned. My pussy clenched. My toes curled. Her hips wiggled, rubbing her silky bush on my face. Her ass flexed beneath my fingers. She licked my clit.

I climaxed.

“Natalie!” I moaned, my body trembling.

“Mmm, yes!” she purred and lapped up my juices gushing out of me.

I sucked on her clit hard as the pleasure rushed through me. The tidal waves of ecstasy surged out of my cunt and swept into my mind. She trembled on me, her breasts rubbing into my stomach. She moaned into my cunt.

Her hot juices gushed out.

I opened my mouth wide and drank her tangy flood. I gulped down my friend’s passion as we trembled together on the couch. The rapture surged through me as I drank down her delicious, married passion.

We trembled through our lesbian passion. Our tongues licked and lapped at the other’s pussy. The waves of bliss drowned my mind. The current swept over my thoughts until I hit that wonderful moment. I floated on ecstasy.

Panting as I came down from my high.

“Oh, wow,” she moaned. “Oh, that’s amazing.”

“Mmm, it is,” I purred. I licked at her cunt. “Mmm, want to have more fun.”

“Big time!”

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

Dean Michaels

“Daddy,” June said as she stood in the deserted hallway. She raised her skirt up to expose her pussy. To my delight, she was shaved. She must have done that this morning while I was making love to her mother. June’s vulva gleamed, looking so tight and girlish. “I’m so turned on. Would you…”

I pulled her into the server room before anyone saw us. I kissed her hard as I lifted her up and sat her down on a cheap table. Her legs were around me. Her hands attacked my fly and pulled out my dick, swollen hard thanks to the arousal protocol running on the mind-control device.

Our tongues danced together as she pulled me to her juicy pussy. This would be a quick, wild fuck. We didn’t have time for more. I had a class to teach. My baby girl whimpered into our kiss as she rubbed my dick’s tip against her shaved bald twat.

I groaned at that smooth, hot flesh. I found the entrance to her fertile pussy. My wife wanted me to breed our daughters. The idea turned me on. I thrust my cock in hard. I buried to the hilt in her pussy, feeling her tight cunt squeezing around me.

She broke our kiss to squeak out, “Daddy!”

“I know,” I groaned, sinking to the hilt in her pussy. “God, I know, Junebug!”

She smiled up at me, her pigtails dancing. Her angelic face twisted in delight while her blue eyes sparkled. Then she gasped as I drew back. Her hot flesh clung to my dick. She massaged me with that delicious twat.

I groaned and thrust back into her. I buried to the hilt in that wonderful cunt. I groaned, her snatch squeezing about me. Her hot flesh gripped me as I pumped in and out of my eighteen-year-old daughter’s cunt. I reveled in her pussy’s tight grip on me. That incestuous massage that would have me exploding in her in no time.

If anyone walked in, they would freak out. I had no commands running. No time to open my laptop, either. The thrill built that ache at the tip of my cock as I hammered my baby girl’s pussy. I fucked her hard.

My youngest squeaked in delight. Her face twisted in passion as she clenched her snatch around my dick. She whimpered, her pigtails dancing as she squirmed her cunt around my dick. That wonderful flesh gripped me, driving me closer and closer to spurting my jizz in her.

“Oh, Daddy!” she whimpered. Her arms hugged me tight. Our clothing rustled. “Yes, yes, fill me up with your cum. I want you leaking out of me all day! I love you being in me, Daddy. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Junebug!” I moaned and kissed her.

I planted my lips right on her mouth. She squealed in delight. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. Her pussy clenched around me. That wonderful, hot, and delicious flesh gripped me. I groaned, savoring plundering into her over and over again. I buried hard. Fast. I thrust to the hilt in her again and again.

I loved the moans she made. The sounds of passion. Her cunt squeezed around me. That wonderful, hot flesh massaged me. My balls grew tighter and tighter, my cum about to explode out of me into my daughter’s snatch.

She squealed.

Her pussy went wild.

My daughter’s youthful pussy writhed around my dick. Her hot flesh massaged me. The pleasure shot through my body. I groaned as I fucked into her. I buried hard and fast into her cunt. I savored the pleasure of being in her. The pressure swelled to the tip of my cock as her cunt rippled around me.

I erupted into my daughter.

I pumped her full of my cum.

“Junebug!” I breathed, breaking the kiss. I fired blast after blast of my incestuous seed into her fertile depths.

“Daddy!” she squealed, her passion echoing through the server room as her pussy milked my cock. “Yes, yes, Daddy!”

It felt incredible. I reveled in it. The pleasure slammed into my mind. I drank it in, my body bursting with ecstasy. Her pussy wrung my cock dry. She whimpered and kissed me again as I spilled the last of my cum into her.

“Love you, Daddy,” she purred when we came down from our high. I pulled out of her.

“Enjoy your day at school,” I said. “Study hard.”

She smiled at me, shoved her skirt down, and scampered off.

A few minutes later, I swept into my classroom with a bounce to my step. June had been a wonderful treat to enjoy. Already, my students were filtering in, setting up. The twins, James and Jamie, were here, the brother and sister sitting by each other, and Vivian sat in the front row, her glasses perched on her nose. The nerdy girl had her nose buried in an Ann McCaffery fantasy novel.

She turned the page, not even looking up.

My gaze turned to the twins. Jamie and James looked a lot alike, both had brown hair and the same bold noses. She wore her brown hair long while he had his short, giving him a more serious cast to his features.

Other students filtered in as I opened up my laptop. “Mr. Michaels,” they said, nodding heads. Sometimes with an added, “Good morning” or “S’up” in the case of Todd. He slouched in a seat near the back. Janet and Britney came in whispering together and giggling, the pair of twenty-year-old girls showing off their youthful thighs in their short skirts. Then Dolly swept in. The blonde and busty cheerleader wore a knit-top that clung to her generous bosom. She sank down beside John who sat up straighter and grinned at her.

Youthful hormones abounded.

When everyone was inside, I began typing commands into the mind-control device:

all;ignore protocol

restrict room boundary mode

Between those two commands, only people in this room would be affected by any subsequent commands. Anyone who passed in the hallway would ignore what was going on. I smiled and typed in the next two commands quickly, new protocols I had programmed in last night:

all;lust protocol

all;obedience protocol

Every single college student in this room suddenly became aroused. Vivian straightened in her chair, her eyes flicking up from her book. She looked around, color blossoming in her cheeks. Dolly leaned back in her chair, her breasts pressing against her knit top. John drooled over her. On the other side of the cheerleader, Mark stared at those tits. Jamie was sitting straighter while James ducked a hand down beneath his desk to adjust something. Lily squirmed in her seat and Anna fanned her face. Janet and Britney were whispering even more while Oscar was gazing over at them.

“Okay, okay,” I said, “listen up. Focus on me.”

They all did. They all obeyed my commands. No need to type out long strings of commands when I could just make them want to follow my orders. In retrospect, it was something I should have thought of earlier.

Though, it was fun just typing in the commands and then seeing people enact them.

But I did have a lot of students in this class, a total of twenty-two. A lot of hexadecimal numbers I’d have to type to get through all of this. Being an engineer was all about finding how to make things more efficient.

To iterate upon ideas and making them better and better.

“It’s Monday, and I know all your minds are in a fog, so it’s the perfect time to have a pop quiz. Exciting, right?”

For once, no one groaned. They all nodded. They were all excited to have a pop quiz. They squirmed, aroused and staring at me with this eagerness I had never seen in my students before. It was amazing.

I stood up and pulled the printouts from my desk. I placed them on Alan’s desk at the end of the first row. He knew to take one and pass it down. Vivian set her book on the desk as she took her own and handed it off.

As the tests snaked their way through the rows, I said, “Now, I want you all to do your best. And the boy and girl who gets the highest score will get a reward.” I grinned, my dick throbbing. “The girl who scores the highest will get to ride my cock. Amazing, right?”

All the girls in the classroom let out a throaty moan. They were staring at me now, seeing me as a man. A few had flashed me beguiling smiles in the past, Dolly and Sable especially, but now they were all fluttering their eyes. Even Vivian did, looking so cute with her glasses.

“Now, for the boy who gets the high score, you’re going to get to fuck any girl in the class you want.”

Now the boys burst into cheers. They whooped in delight, their lusts unleashed. There was no reason I should get all the fun in class. I wanted to encourage my students to do amazing. I looked around at them.

“This will be the policy going forward,” I said. “So you’ll want to study hard. I’m not going to hold back. I’m going to challenge you. But you all can do this. You all can get that top score and get your reward.” I glanced at the clock. “Twenty minutes starts… now.”

A furious explosion of pencil scratches burst through the room. They were all staring at their tests with laser focus. Even John did. Dolly had a look of actual concentration on her face. She wasn’t taking the time to check her makeup in her compact like she normally would before starting a test at her languorous pace.

I sat down in my chair, leaned back, and smiled. The sounds of their writing instruments flying over their test were such a satisfying sound to hear. I loved it. I whistled as they blazed through their test. I had a feeling which girl would take top marks. This was the first test in the new system, so the other girls hadn’t had the chance to really study.

But they would. I wanted them all to get perfect scores. If that happened, I’d have to start choosing winners by random. It was so rewarding to be a professor. I grabbed my phone and found a text from my wife.

It read: “Having fun with Natalie. She just licked your cum out of my pussy.”

“Waiting to find out which of my female students gets to earn riding my cock,” I sent back.

“Pervy teacher.” A winky emoji capped it. I chuckled.

Todd was the first one to finish. Ten minutes in. He rushed up and slapped it down. I began grading it, marking it down. 83%. Not bad. Next came Vivian. She set her test down and fired me a big smile. Then she darted to her desk and picked up her book. She never missed a chance to read. I graded hers. 97%. She got tripped up on one question.

The tests came filtering in. I stacked the leaders on top. Todd was replaced by Adam who was replaced by James. Every girl’s test went beneath cute Vivian’s as she read her book. She didn’t even look concerned.

Dolly was the last one to drop off her test. She had this hopeful, nervous, and trembling look on her face. I took it and quickly graded it. The rest of the class were sitting around looking so eager for the results. To my shock, Dolly scored a 91%. Far, far better than her normal average of 65%.

When that busty cheerleader applied herself…

“Well, I see you are all so ready to find out who got the highest marks,” I said, undoing my belt and unzipping my fly. “Now, the lucky girl who gets to ride my cock is… Vivian!”

The nerdy girl gasped and bounced to her feet. She quivered there in her jeans, this look of awe and delight on her face as she rushed up, her hair swaying about her cute features. Dolly had a look of disappointment.

None of the boys, however, did. They were almost all staring at Dolly. I knew who was about to get fucked. I glanced over at James when something hit me. He kept sneaking glances at his sister and then looked away.

all;incest protocol

ENTER!

As Vivian reached my desk and gasped at the sight of my desk, James whipped his head over to his sister squirming beside me. She had scored nearly as high as him, a 93% to his 96%. She bit her lower lip. She stared at her brother. I smiled.

“James, choose your girl, bend her over her desk, and enjoy her pussy,” I said. “The rest, come get your tests and figure out why you got your questions wrong. I want you all to do better next time.”

“And me, Mr. Michaels?” Vivian asked, her body trembling. She wiggled there in her jeans and t-shirt.

“Get naked,” I said. “You get to cum on my dick.”

Delight burst across her face.

To be continued…

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Finn and Mike are happy that Finn’s other sister has finally joined in on the fun

The next morning, the house was filled with the low murmur of contented voices and the clinking of plates as everyone slowly emerged from their respective bedrooms, the events of the previous night a hazy, erotic memory. Rachel stumbled into the bathroom, her legs still feeling like jelly from the relentless pounding she had received. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, noticing the dark circles under her eyes and the faint marks on her neck that told the story of their passionate encounter. A small smile played on her lips as she thought about the unbridled lust that had taken over the night before.

In the kitchen, the boys were already dressed and cooking up a storm, the scent of bacon and eggs wafting through the air. “Morning,” Mike called out, noticing Rachel’s entrance. She blushed, her hand instinctively moving to cover her naked breasts. “You look like you could use some breakfast,” he said with a knowing smirk, flipping a pancake onto a plate. Rachel nodded, sliding into a chair at the table, feeling a sudden sense of shyness that she hadn’t felt in years.

Beck, dressed in one of Mike’s oversized t-shirts, brought over a cup of coffee and a plate of food, setting it in front of Rachel with a wink. “Don’t worry,” she whispered, “today’s going to be just as wild.” Rachel took a sip of the hot, bitter liquid, feeling it warm her from the inside out. She looked around the table at the three of them, her heart swelling with love and excitement for what the day would bring. “What’s on the agenda?” she asked, her voice a sultry purr that seemed to echo the promise of another steamy day.

Finn took a deep breath, his cheeks flushing slightly as he began to recount his first time with Mike. “It was… intense,” he murmured, his eyes glazed over with the vivid recollections of the night before. “We started out slow, just exploring each other, making sure we were both ready.” Rachel leaned in, her curiosity piqued as she listened to every word. “And then, it just… happened. He kissed me, and it was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It was like coming home.” Rachel’s own arousal grew as she listened to the raw passion in Finn’s voice, the way he talked about Mike’s mouth on his skin, his tongue dancing with Finn’s in a dance of pure lust.

“We didn’t hold back,” Finn continued, his voice growing husky. “We wanted each other so badly, it was like we couldn’t get enough.” Rachel’s hand unconsciously drifted to her own thigh, her mind racing with images of the two of them tangled together in the throes of passion. “Mike took his time, making sure I was okay with everything. And when he finally… entered me,” he swallowed hard, “it was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. The pain was there, but it was overshadowed by the love and pleasure.” Rachel nodded, her eyes locked on Finn’s, understanding the depth of his words. “It was beautiful,” he finished, his voice filled with awe.

“I’ve never felt so alive, so loved.” Rachel reached out and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m happy for you, Finn,” she said softly, her own desires for the day growing stronger by the second. “Now, tell me,” she purred, her voice thick with anticipation, “what are we going to do about these?” She gestured to the bulges in the boys’ shorts, a wicked smile playing on her lips. The room grew electric with anticipation as the trio prepared to embark on another day of exploration and passion, the boundaries of their friendship stretching and morphing into something far more intimate and profound.

Finn and Mike exchanged glances, the heat in the room palpable as Beck and Rachel knelt before them, their eyes fixed on the erections that jutted out from their shorts. “You sure about this?” Mike asked, his voice a mix of excitement and trepidation. Rachel nodded, licking her lips hungrily. “Oh, I’m sure,” she said, her voice dripping with desire. With that, both twins reached out and began to stroke their respective cocks, their small, soft hands teasing the sensitive flesh.

“Oh, fuck,” Finn moaned as Rachel’s hand wrapped around his cock, her touch tentative but eager. Beck was more confident, her hand sliding up and down Mike’s shaft with practiced ease. “You like that, don’t you?” she murmured, watching the pleasure play out on his face. Rachel leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the precum that had gathered at the tip of Finn’s cock. Beck followed suit, her mouth closing around Mike’s erection with a wet pop. The boys’ eyes rolled back in their heads as the sisters took them into their mouths, their tongues swirling and teasing as they began to suck in unison.

Rachel felt a thrill of power at the way Finn’s body reacted to her touch, his hips jerking slightly with every flick of her tongue. Beck’s eyes never left Rachel’s in the mirror, the two of them locked in a silent challenge to see who could bring their partner to the brink first.

Rachel took Finn deeper, feeling his cock hit the back of her throat, and was rewarded with a gasp. “So good,” he murmured, his hand tangling in her hair. Rachel’s pussy grew wetter with every suck, her own desires building as she watched her sister’s head bob up and down on Mike’s cock. It was clear that they had both found their place in this twisted little family, and as they brought each other closer to climax with every stroke and swirl of their tongues, Rachel knew that their summer of love was just getting started.

“Wait,” Mike groaned, his hand moving to cover Rachel’s, guiding her to stroke him more slowly. “Let’s savor this.” Rachel moaned around his cock, the vibration sending a shiver down his spine. Across from them, Beck and Finn mirrored the movement, their eyes locked in the mirror as Rachel’s hand moved over hers, guiding her to stroke him with the same gentle rhythm. “Together,” Beck murmured, her eyes never leaving Rachel’s. “We’re all going to cum together.” Rachel nodded, her grip tightening slightly as she felt her own climax building once more. The room was filled with the sounds of wet suction and muffled moans as the four of them moved in perfect harmony, their bodies speaking a language of love and desire that needed no words. “Fuck,” Mike breathed, his hips beginning to buck as he felt

Rachel’s hand tightens around him. Rachel could feel the tension in Finn’s thighs, his cock pulsing in her mouth as he approached his peak. Beck watched them with a wicked smile, her hand moving faster and faster on Rachel’s clit. “Now,” she whispered, her own orgasm about to crash over her. Rachel’s eyes widened as she felt the first wave of pleasure, her mouth releasing Mike’s cock with a wet pop just as Finn’s cum spurted into her mouth.

Beck’s eyes rolled back in her head as Rachel’s mouth found her clit, sucking hard as

Rachel’s body convulsed around her. The four of them came together, their cries of pleasure echoing off the walls as they shuddered in the throes of their shared climax. Rachel swallowed every drop of Finn’s seed, her own body quivering with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her tongue still dancing against Beck’s sensitive clit. The moment stretched out, the only sound was their ragged breaths and the sticky, sweet smell of sex filling the air.

“Thank you, Rach,” Mike gasped, his body still shuddering from the intensity of his release. Rachel looked up at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure, and smiled, her hand still wrapped around his now-softening cock. “It’s nothing,” she murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction.

Finn leaned down to kiss Rachel, his own body still trembling from his orgasm. “You’re amazing,” he whispered, his eyes shining with gratitude. Rachel blushed, feeling a warm glow spread through her body. She knew she had done well, pleasing both her brother and her sister’s boyfriend.

“You guys are the best,” Beck added, her own breathing ragged as she looked down at Rachel’s hand, still resting between her thighs. “You really know how to take care of us.”

The room was quiet for a moment, the only sound was the steady drip of Rachel’s juices from her sister’s chin. Then, Rachel looked up at them, a mischievous glint in her eye. “But I’m not done yet,” she said, her voice a seductive purr. “Who’s next?”

Finn leaned back in the chair, his legs stretched out and his cock still half-hard from their intense session. “Guys, I think we all need a little breather,” he suggested, his voice still shaky from his climax. “Why don’t we watch some TV?”

Mike nodded in agreement, his chest heaving with exertion. “Good call,” he managed, his hand reaching out to squeeze Rachel’s shoulder. “You’ve been a good sport, Rach.”

Rachel giggled, licking her lips clean of the last traces of cum. “I’ve had better days,” she quipped, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Beck leaned against the counter, her own hand idly playing with her sensitive nipple. “What’s on?” she asked, her voice languid with satisfaction.

Finn grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels, finally settling on an old sitcom. The laugh track filled the kitchen, a strange counterpoint to the sticky mess they had created. Rachel reached for a towel and began to clean herself up, her movements slow and deliberate.

“You okay?” Beck asked, her eyes on Rachel’s reflection in the mirror.

Rachel nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Yeah,” she said, her voice filled with wonder. “I’m just… processing.”

Beck leaned in and kissed her sister’s cheek. “You’re doing great,” she murmured. “I’m proud of you.”

Rachel felt a warm glow spread through her, the love and acceptance from her siblings filling her up in a way that no amount of pleasure ever could. She turned to face them, her eyes shining with a newfound confidence. “Thanks,” she said, her voice soft. “But I’m not done yet. I want more.”

The room went quiet, the only sound was canned laughter from the TV. Then, one by one, they all turned to face her, their eyes filled with desire and excitement. “More?” Mike echoed, his cock twitching back to life at the prospect.

Rachel nodded, a sly smile curving her lips. “Much more,” she said, her eyes gleaming. And with that, the four of them settled in for a lazy morning of TV and teasing, their bodies entwined as they revealed the newfound intimacy of their unconventional family dynamic.

Finn took a deep breath, his eyes darting between Rachel and Mike. “Guys, there’s something I need to tell you,” he began, his voice shaking slightly. “The night before, I… I took Beck’s new red bikini set.” Rachel’s eyes went wide with surprise, while Mike’s expression remained neutral. “I know it’s weird,” Finn rushed to explain, “but I just… I don’t know, I felt like I had to try it on.” Rachel’s hand paused in her lap, a smirk slowly spreading across her face. “You wore it to bed?” she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

Finn nodded, his cheeks flushing a deep red. “Yeah,” he murmured, “and… it just felt right.” Beck leaned over and kissed his forehead, her eyes filled with love and understanding. “You’re perfect just the way you are, Finn,” she said softly. Rachel leaned in closer, her gaze raking over her brother’s body. “Can we see?” she asked, her voice filled with excitement.

Mike’s eyes narrowed, his curiosity piqued. “What did you do next?” he questioned, his voice gruff with arousal.

Finn swallowed hard. “I… I played with myself,” he admitted, his eyes darting down to the floor. Rachel’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Show us,” she urged, her hand sliding down to cup her own breast. “I want to see how it looked on you.”

Finn’s eyes searched Rachel’s and Mike’s faces, looking for any sign of judgment or disgust. But all he saw was hunger and intrigue. Slowly, he stood up and began to strip, revealing the red bikini that clung to his curves like a second skin. Rachel and Mike watched in rapt silence as he exposed himself, their eyes drinking in the sight of his half-hard cock pressing against the fabric. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” Mike murmured, his hand moving to stroke himself through his shorts. Rachel nodded in agreement, her own pussy growing wetter at the sight of her brother’s newfound confidence.

Rachel reached out and traced a finger along the edge of the bikini bottom, her touch sending a shiver down Finn’s spine. “It suits you,” she said with a smirk. “Maybe we should all get matching sets.”

Beck chuckled, her eyes gleaming with lust. “I think that’s a brilliant idea,” she said, her hand sliding down to join Rachel’s on Finn’s cock. “But first, let’s see how it looks without the fabric in the way.”

And with that, the twins began to explore their new toy, their hands and mouths working in unison to tease and tantalize, pushing Finn closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy as he revealed the depths of his desires.

“Oh, shit,” Finn gasped as Mike’s mouth closed around his cock, the warmth and wetness of his friend’s mouth sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. Rachel and Beck stepped back, watching with eager eyes as Mike’s head bobbed up and down, his hand moving in time with his mouth. “You like this?” Mike murmured, his voice muffled by the cock filling his mouth.

“Yeah,” Finn moaned, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. Rachel’s hand slid down to her own pussy, her fingers playing with her clit as she watched her brother’s face contort with pleasure. Beck leaned in, her breath hot against Rachel’s ear. “Looks like someone’s enjoying themselves,” she whispered, her eyes glinting with excitement. Rachel couldn’t help but agree, her own arousal spiking at the sight of Mike’s enthusiasm.

Mike’s hand squeezed Finn’s ass cheeks, his thumb sliding closer to his puckered hole as he sucked harder, his tongue swirling around the head of his cock. Finn’s eyes rolled back in his head, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Mike, I’m gonna…” he warned, his voice strained.

Mike’s response was to take him deeper, his throat muscles working to milk every drop of pleasure from Finn’s cock. Rachel watched in amazement as her brother’s body tensed, his orgasm building rapidly. “Cum for me,” Mike encouraged, his own cock straining against the fabric of his shorts.

And with a strangled cry, Finn did just that, his body convulsing as he filled Mike’s mouth with his hot seed. Mike swallowed greedily, never breaking eye contact with Rachel as he brought Finn to the peak of ecstasy. Rachel felt her own orgasm approaching, her body responding to the raw, unfiltered sexuality playing out before her. “Fuck, that was hot,” she breathed, her hand moving faster on her clit.

Finn leaned against the counter, panting heavily, his cock now limp and glistening from Mike’s attention. “Thanks, man,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. Mike stood up, a smug smile playing on his lips. “Anytime,” he said, licking his lips clean. Rachel watched the two of them, her mind racing with possibilities for the rest of the day.

Mike looked up at the twins with a cheeky grin, wiping a smear of cum from the corner of his mouth. “You know,” he began, “only a real boyfriend knows how to make you cum like that, Finn.” Rachel’s eyes narrowed slightly, her own hand still working between her legs. “What are you saying, Mike?” she challenged, her voice low and playful. Beck’s hand stilled on her own pussy, her eyes glued to the two of them.

“I’m saying,” Mike drawled, his gaze flicking between Rachel and Beck, “that I’m more than happy to show you both how it’s done.” Rachel’s smirk grew, her eyes flashing with excitement. “Oh, really?” she purred. “Prove it.”

The challenge was clear, and Mike was more than up for it. He stepped closer to Rachel, his cock already hardening again at the thought of taking on both sisters. “With pleasure,” he murmured, his hand reaching out to cup Rachel’s chin. “But I want to start with you, Rach.” Rachel’s pulse quickened at the possessive tone in his voice, her own desires flaring to life like a wildfire. “And what about Beck?” she asked, not taking her eyes off Mike.

Mike leaned in, his lips brushing against Rachel’s ear. “Don’t worry,” he whispered, “I’ll get to her. But first, I want to show you what a real man can do.” Rachel’s heart raced as she felt his hardness pressing against her leg, his intent clear. She knew that she was about to be claimed by Mike in a way she never had been before, and she was more than ready to submit to his desires.

Beck watched the exchange with a mix of curiosity and arousal, her own hand sliding back down to her clit as she felt the beginnings of a second orgasm building. This was going to be one hell of a summer, she thought, as Rachel turned to her with a wink. “You just keep watching, sis,” Rachel murmured, her eyes never leaving Mike’s. “You’ll get your turn.”

And with that, Rachel turned back to Mike, her body arching towards him as he bent to kiss her, their tongues dancing together as their hands roamed each other’s bodies, setting the stage for an erotic performance that would leave no doubt about who was in charge.

Mike’s kiss grew more intense as his fingers slid beneath Rachel’s panties, his touch expert and sure. Rachel moaned into his mouth, her body already responding to his skilled ministrations. “Oh, God,” she gasped, her hips bucking against his hand. “Mike, yes, right there.” Beck watched with a mix of envy and arousal as Rachel’s face contorted with pleasure, her own hand sliding back down to her wet pussy. “You’re so good at that,” Rachel murmured, her voice a breathy whisper.

Mike’s eyes gleamed with pride as he felt Rachel’s walls tighten around his fingers. “You’re so fucking wet,” he said against her lips, his thumb pressing against her clit. Rachel’s eyes rolled back, her breath coming in shallow pants as she approached the precipice. “Finn,” she moaned, reaching out to grab her brother’s hand. “Help me.”

Finn stepped closer, his cock already showing signs of life again. He took Rachel’s hand in his own, their fingers intertwining as Mike continued to fuck her with his hand. Rachel’s legs began to tremble, her body on the edge of an orgasm that seemed to be building with every passing second. “Cum for us,” Beck encouraged, her own hand now a blur between her legs. “Let us see how good he makes you feel.”

Rachel’s eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto Beck’s as her body finally gave in to the pleasure. “I’m… I’m going to cum,” she panted, her voice strained. And with a final, guttural cry, Rachel’s body convulsed, her pussy spasming around Mike’s fingers as she came. Mike’s eyes never left hers, the connection between them palpable as he brought her down from the peak of her pleasure.

Finn watched, his cock fully hard once more, the sight of Rachel’s orgasm pushing him closer to his own. “Your turn,” Mike said, his voice gruff with need as he pulled his fingers from Rachel’s pussy, her juices glistening on them. Rachel’s eyes fluttered open, a sated smile playing on her lips. “Thank you,” she murmured, her hand still clutching her brother’s.

Mike turned his attention to Beck, his cock jutting out from his shorts like an arrow pointing straight to her. “What about you, baby?” he asked, his voice a seductive purr. “You ready to get fucked?”

Beck’s eyes grew wide with excitement, her hand moving faster as she felt her own orgasm approaching. “Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely audible. “Yes, please.”

Mike stepped closer, his hand reaching out to stroke her cheek. “Good,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Because I’ve got something special planned for you.” Rachel and Finn watched as Mike bent down and began to kiss his way up Beck’s thigh, his tongue tracing the line of her panties. Rachel’s hand slid out of her brother’s, moving instead to Beck’s ass, her own desire for her sister spiking.

“Oh, fuck, Mike,” Beck gasped as he licked a slow, torturous path up her inner thigh. Rachel leaned in, her eyes glued to the sight of her sister’s body quivering under Mike’s skilled mouth.

“You’re so good,” she murmured, her voice tight with lust. Mike smirked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. “Thanks,” he said, his voice muffled against Beck’s skin. “But I’ve got an even better idea.” He slid her panties to the side, revealing her glistening pussy. Rachel watched, her breath catching, as Mike’s tongue flicked out to taste Beck’s slick folds. Beck’s hips jerked, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Mike, oh God,” she moaned, her hands tangling in his hair.

“You’re going to make me cum so hard.” Rachel felt a twinge of envy, but also something else—excitement. The thought of sharing this experience with her siblings was more arousing than she could have ever imagined. “Keep going,” Rachel encouraged, her own hand moving to play with her clit. “Show her how much you want her.” Mike’s tongue delved deeper, circling Beck’s clit before plunging inside her. Rachel’s own pussy clenched at the sight, her own orgasm building.

Beck’s body began to shake uncontrollably as Mike’s fingers slid into her ass, pumping in rhythm with his tongue on her clit. “Oh, oh, oh,” she chanted, her voice rising in pitch. Rachel leaned in closer, watching as Mike’s tongue curled around her sister’s clit, her own breath hitching in anticipation. “Cum for us,” Rachel whispered, her voice husky with need. And with a scream that echoed through the room, Beck did just that, her body convulsing as she rode the wave of her orgasm. Rachel felt her own release approaching, her hand moving faster as she watched her sister’s face contort with pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her pussy spasming around her own fingers as she came. The room was filled with the sounds of their shared pleasure, the scent of sex hanging heavy in the air.

Mike looked up at Rachel, his mouth and chin wet with Beck’s juices. “Your turn,” he said, his voice filled with promise. Rachel’s eyes lit up with excitement, her heart racing at the thought of what was to come. But before she could respond, the doorbell rang, shattering the erotic haze that had settled over the kitchen. They all froze, the reality of their situation crashing down on them like a cold shower. “Who could that be?” Rachel asked, her voice filled with dread.

Finn, the most nervous of the group, peeked out the window. “It’s mom,” he whispered, his voice shaking.

The three of them looked at each other, panic etched on their faces. “Shit,” Mike cursed, pulling away from Beck. “We need to clean up.”

Beck nodded, her legs still trembling from her orgasm. “Quick,” she said, her voice urgent. “Before she comes in.”

The siblings scurried to put their clothes back on, their movements frantic as they tried to erase any evidence of their illicit activities. Rachel couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement mixed with the fear—the idea of their mother walking in on them was almost too much to handle. But as they rushed to cover their tracks, she also felt something else—a sense of camaraderie with her siblings, a bond that was growing stronger with every shared secret.

Mike grabbed Rachel’s hand and squeezed it tight. “We’ll finish this later,” he promised, his eyes gleaming. Rachel nodded, her cheeks flushed with arousal.

“Count on it,” she murmured, the unspoken promise hanging in the air as they moved to greet their unsuspecting mother, the fabric of their newfound desires woven tightly between them.

Finn and Mike hurried into Finn’s room, their hearts racing as they heard Rachel and Beck retreat to their shared space. “What the fuck just happened?” Mike whispered, his eyes wide with excitement and disbelief.

Finn couldn’t help but chuckle nervously. “I guess we all just had a… a moment,” he said, his voice still shaking. “But what do we do now?”

Mike stepped closer, his eyes searching Finn’s. “We keep going,” he murmured, his hand sliding down to cup his cock. “We explore this… this connection we all have.”

Finn’s heart skipped a beat as Mike’s thumb began to stroke the length of his shaft. “But what about… what about everyone else?” he asked, his voice trailing off.

Mike leaned in, his breath warm against Finn’s ear. “We keep it our little secret,” he whispered, his voice a seductive promise. “We’ll figure it out together.”

And with that, the two of them fell onto the bed, their bodies tangling together in a passionate embrace that left no doubt about the depth of their feelings—or the wild adventure that lay ahead of them.

For hours, the siblings remained in their respective bedrooms, the echoes of their passionate encounters reverberating through the walls of the house. They texted back and forth, sharing their thoughts and feelings in a flurry of digital whispers. “How do we tell Mom?” Rachel typed, her heart racing as she thought of the secret they now shared. “We can’t just ignore it,” Beck responded, her own hands trembling slightly.

“But what if she finds out?” Rachel shot back, the fear of discovering a cold shower on their newfound desires. Finn’s phone buzzed with their messages, his mind racing. He took a deep breath and typed, “We’ll just have to be careful. For now, let’s enjoy our lunch…together.” The screen lit up with their agreements, and slowly, they began to emerge from their private sanctuaries, their eyes meeting with a mix of excitement and trepidation as they descended the stairs to face the woman who had unknowingly set their hearts aflame.

Finn’s mum bustled into the kitchen, her eyes scanning the room. “What’s that smell?” she asked, her nose wrinkling in confusion. The Four of them looked at each other, their hearts racing as they realized they had forgotten about the scent of sex that lingered in the air. “It smells like…like something’s burning,” Rachel improvised, trying to keep her voice steady. “Must have been the toast,” Beck added quickly, her cheeks flushing.

Mike, ever the quick thinker, jumped to his feet. “Yeah, sorry about that, Mrs. M,” he said, flashing a charming smile. “I’ll grab the air freshener.” He dashed to the bathroom, returning with a can of spray that he liberally misted around the room. The sweet scent of lavender filled the air, effectively masking the more carnally charged aroma. “There,” he said, setting the can down. “All better.”

Finn’s mum looked skeptical, but she shrugged it off. “Well, if you’re sure,” she said, moving to the fridge to grab the lunch she had prepared. “You kids are always up to something.”

The tension in the room was palpable as they sat around the table, their thoughts racing with the memories of their recent encounters. The fabric of their lives had shifted in a way none of them could have anticipated, and the secret that now bound them was both thrilling and terrifying. Yet, as they laughed and talked over sandwiches and chips, the warmth of their shared experiences wove its way into their conversation, creating a bond that was both unbreakable and utterly forbidden. And as they ate, they knew that this was just the beginning of a summer that would change them all forever.

Finn’s mum knocked gently on the twins’ door before pushing it open, her arms laden with clean laundry. She paused, her nose wrinkling at the faint but unmistakable scent of sex. She set the clothes down and walked over to Rachel’s bed, her eyes widening as she felt the sticky wetness on the sheets. “What on earth…” she murmured, her voice trailing off. She glanced over at Beck’s bed, noticing it was similarly disheveled. “Girls, what’s going on in here?” she called out, her tone a mix of confusion and concern. Rachel and Beck exchanged a panicked look before Rachel called back,

“It’s nothing, Mom, just an… accident with a water bottle.” Beck nodded in agreement, adding a hasty, “We’ll clean it up.” Their mother’s footsteps retreated down the hallway, and the siblings breathed a collective sigh of relief, the reality of their situation sinking in. They knew they had to be more careful, the fabric of their secret life now at risk of unraveling. But the thrill of their shared desires was too potent to resist, and as they leaned in to whisper their plans for the evening, the sticky mess on the beds was already forgotten in the face of the pleasures that lay ahead.

Finn, Rachel, and Beck exchanged glances, their cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. “What do you mean, you brought it?” Rachel finally asked, her voice hushed.

Mrs. M chuckled, a knowing glint in her eye. “You know, the…toy,” she said, setting a discreetly wrapped package on the kitchen table. The siblings’ eyes grew wide with shock and arousal as they realized what she was referring to.

“M-Mom,” Finn stuttered, his cock twitching at the thought of their mother being in on their secret.

“Don’t worry, dear,” she said with a wink. “I know you’re all exploring your sexuality, and I just wanted to help. It’s important to be safe and have fun.” She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “And maybe, just maybe, I thought it could add a little something extra to your… activities.”

The room was thick with tension, the fabric of their secret lives stretching taut like a bowstring. Rachel reached out tentatively to touch the package, her heart racing. “What is it?” she breathed.

Mrs. M grinned mischievously. “Why don’t you all unwrap it and see?” she said, stepping back and folding her arms over her chest.

The siblings stared at each other, their minds racing. Rachel looked to Beck, who nodded slowly, a smirk playing on her lips. With trembling hands, Rachel began to unwrap the package, revealing a sleek, vibrant dildo that looked almost too realistic to be a toy.

“Oh my God,” Beck whispered, her eyes wide. “Mom, where did you get this?”

Their mother’s smile grew even wider. “A little birdie told me about a very… special online store,” she replied, her voice dripping with innuendo.

Mike leaned in, his eyes on the dildo. “Is this… for all of us?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.

Finn’s mum nodded, her gaze flicking between the four of them. “Consider it a… family bonding activity,” she said with a wink. “Just remember, if you’re going to play together, you need to be honest and respect each other’s boundaries.”

The siblings looked at each other, the gravity of the moment sinking in. They had never expected their mother to be so… understanding. But as they picked up the toy, their thoughts turned to the night ahead, filled with possibilities that were both thrilling and a little bit scary. They were about to embark on a journey that would test the limits of their love, their trust, and their morals. And as they did, the fabric of their relationship would be forever changed, woven into a tapestry of shared pleasure and dark secrets that only they would ever know.

“Mom, can I…use it on him first?” Rachel asked, her eyes flicking to Finn and then back to the dildo. She could feel her pussy throb at the thought of making her brother moan with pleasure.

Mrs. M raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Well, Rachel, that’s entirely up to your brother,” she said, her tone playful. “Finn, do you mind if Rachel gets a little…hands-on with your training?”

Finn’s cheeks were scarlet, his cock already hardening at the thought of Rachel’s touch. “I-I don’t know,” he stammered, his eyes darting between Rachel and the toy.

“Come on, Finn,” Rachel purred, her hand sliding down to give his cock a gentle squeeze. “You know you want it.”

Finn let out a shaky breath, nodding slowly. “Okay,” he murmured. “But just…just be gentle.”

Beck leaned in, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “We’ll all take turns,” she suggested, her hand reaching for the dildo. “We’re all in this together.”

The air in the room was thick with anticipation as Rachel took the dildo from Beck, her heart racing with excitement. She looked into her brother’s eyes, a promise of pleasure in her gaze. “Ready?” she whispered.

Finn swallowed hard, his voice a mere whisper. “Ready.”

The siblings watched as Rachel lubricated the toy, her hands shaking with excitement. The moment the tip of the dildo pressed against his hole, Finn’s eyes rolled back in his head. Rachel took her time, her movements slow and deliberate as she worked the toy deeper into his tight ass. The sound of his muffled moans filled the room, the fabric of their bond stretching to encompass this newfound intimacy. Beck and Mike watched, their own desire building as Rachel brought her brother closer to the edge.

Rachel watched her brother’s face intently as she pushed the dildo in and out of his ass, her movements deliberate and slow. “You like that?” she teased, her voice low and husky with arousal.

Finn nodded, his eyes fluttering closed as he moaned, “Yeah, Rae, it feels so good.”

“But we can’t have you cumming just yet,” Rachel chided, her own excitement growing as she felt his tightness grip the toy. She pulled it almost all the way out before pushing it back in, her rhythm teasing.

“Rachel, please,” Finn begged, his body straining towards the precipice of pleasure.

“Patience, little brother,” Rachel murmured, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “We’ve got all night to make you scream.”

Mike and Beck exchanged glances, their own passion growing as they watched Rachel claim her brother’s body in such a taboo yet erotic way. The room was filled with the sound of their breathing, the occasional wet slap of the dildo against Finn’s skin, and the low murmur of Rachel’s teasing voice. It was a dance of desire that none of them wanted to end, a forbidden ballet that was weaving them closer and closer together with each stroke.

And as Rachel worked the toy with expert precision, her own hand sliding down to play with her clit, she knew that the fabric of their family dynamic had been irrevocably altered. But she couldn’t bring herself to care. All she knew was the heat building between her legs, the desperate need to feel Mike’s cock inside her, and the delicious anticipation of watching

Beck claims their mother’s body once again. This was their world now, a secret garden of lust that only the four of them could share. And as she watched the pleasure etched on Finn’s face, she knew that this was just the beginning of a summer that would be burned into their memories forever.

Beck’s eyes were glued to the sight of Rachel expertly pumping the dildo into Finn’s ass, his whimpers of pleasure spurring her own desires to new heights. Without warning, she grabbed Mike’s thick, erect cock and straddled him, sinking down onto his length with a gasp. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned, her walls stretching to accommodate his size. Rachel’s own hand slipped between her legs, her fingers dancing over her swollen clit as she watched her brother’s face contort in ecstasy. “Look at him,” Rachel panted, her voice thick with arousal. “Look at how much he loves it.”

Mike’s eyes met Beck’s, the intensity of the moment making him feel like he could explode at any second. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hips bucking up to meet hers. Rachel’s hand stilled on her clit, her gaze flicking between Beck’s face and her brother’s ass. “Do it,” she murmured to Beck. “Take what you want.”

Beck leaned forward, her breasts bouncing as she rode Mike with an almost animalistic fervor, her eyes locked onto Rachel’s. “I’m going to make him cum,” she declared, her voice breathless. “I’m going to make him scream.”

Rachel’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “Do it,” she urged, her hand sliding back to the dildo. “Make him beg for it.”

Finn’s body was a tapestry of sensation, the dildo’s relentless assault on his prostate driving him wild. Rachel’s voice was like a siren’s song in his ears, guiding him closer and closer to the edge. “Please,” he gasped, his eyes squeezed shut. “Please, Rachel, I’m so close.”

“You’re such a good boy,” Rachel murmured, her strokes growing faster. “Cum for me, baby.”

The room was a symphony of moans and slapping flesh as Beck’s movements grew more frantic, her pussy clenching around Mike’s cock as she watched Rachel bring their brother to the brink. And as Rachel pushed the dildo deep one final time, Finn’s body tightened, his orgasm tearing through him like a tempest. He arched off the bed, his scream echoing through the house as he came, the fabric of their incestuous desires forever seared into their hearts.

The siblings collapsed into a heap, their breathing ragged and their bodies slick with sweat and lube. The dildo fell to the floor with a wet thud, forgotten in the aftermath of their shared pleasure. Rachel leaned over, her hand reaching for the toy. “Again,” she murmured, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “We’re just getting started.”

Mike chuckled, his arms tight around Beck’s waist as she rolled off of him, her legs still shaking. “I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,” he said, his voice filled with wonder.

Beck grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Neither can I,” she said, reaching out to stroke Rachel’s cheek. “But I don’t want it to stop.”

Finn looked at each of them in turn, his heart racing with love and lust. “Me neither,” he murmured, his eyes shining with a newfound freedom.

Rachel leaned back, her chest heaving as she watched her brother’s body quiver with the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Finn,” she whispered, “you’re so beautiful like this.”

Finn blushed, his cheeks stained red as he met Rachel’s gaze. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice still shaky from the intense pleasure.

Beck and Mike shared a knowing smile as Rachel picked up the discarded dildo, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “But now,” she said, her voice taking on a playful tone, “I think it’s time I get some attention too.”

Finn’s cock, still hard from watching Rachel’s show, twitched with excitement. “You want me to…?” he asked, his voice trailing off.

Rachel nodded, her smile growing even wider. “Yeah,” she said, spreading her legs. “I want you to fuck me like you always have.”

Finn didn’t need any more encouragement. He slid between her thighs, his cock sliding into her welcoming warmth with ease. Rachel threw her head back, her moan mingling with Beck’s as Mike took the opportunity to slide into her from behind. “Oh, fuck,” she groaned, her walls tightening around both of them. “This is what I’ve been waiting for.”

The siblings moved in a harmonious rhythm, their bodies perfectly attuned to each other’s desires. Rachel’s moans grew louder as she felt the pressure building, her pussy clenching around Finn’s cock as Mike’s thickness filled her up. She looked over at Beck, who was watching them with a hungry gaze, her hand absentmindedly playing with her own pussy. “Come here,” Rachel panted, her voice thick with need. “I want us all to cum together.”

Beck didn’t hesitate, moving to straddle Rachel’s face. Rachel eagerly took her sister’s clit into her mouth, her tongue flicking and teasing as she felt her own orgasm drawing near. The fabric of their incestuous love had grown even stronger, a tangible force that bound them in a web of pleasure that none of them wanted to escape.

Finn’s eyes rolled back in his head as Rachel’s mouth worked its magic on Beck. He knew that this was just the start of something incredible, something that would change the course of their lives forever. But in this moment, all that mattered was the feel of Rachel’s pussy wrapped around him, the taste of Beck’s juices on his lips, and the love that flowed through them all like a river of fire.

“Oh, God, Rachel,” Beck moaned, her body writhing as Rachel’s tongue danced over her clit. “You’re so fucking good at that.” Rachel grinned, her eyes meeting Beck’s as she felt the first spasms of her sister’s impending orgasm.

Finn watched the erotic display, his cock pumping in and out of Rachel’s pussy with renewed vigor. “You like that, baby?” Rachel murmured, her voice muffled by Beck’s folds.

Beck nodded, her eyes fluttering shut. “Yes,” she gasped, her voice a breathy whisper. “So much.”

“Fuck,” Mike groaned, his hands gripping Rachel’s hips as he drove into her from behind. “This is so hot.”

Finn chuckled, leaning in to kiss Rachel’s cheek. “You’re the best,” he murmured, his voice filled with affection.

Rachel’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she pulled back, her mouth glistening. “You guys aren’t so bad yourselves,” she said, her voice teasing.

“Who’s next?” Beck asked, her eyes darting between the three of them, a playful smirk playing on her lips.

The siblings shared a look, their grins growing as they realized that the night had only just begun. “How about we all take turns?” Rachel suggested, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Sounds like a plan,” Mike said, his eyes gleaming.

The room was filled with laughter and eager anticipation as they swapped positions, the fabric of their love and lust growing more intricate with every shared touch and whispered word. And as they continued to explore each other’s bodies, the lines between taboo and normal blurred until they were nothing but a distant memory. They were a family in every sense of the word, bound by blood and desire, and they reveled in the joy of their shared secret.

As the siblings lay tangled in a heap of satisfied limbs, Mrs. M walked into the room, her eyes taking in the scene before her. She carried a tray with four glasses of water, her gaze lingering on each of them with a knowing smile. “Well, well,” she said, setting the tray down on the nightstand, “you all seem to be enjoying yourselves.” She handed out the water, her eyes lingering on each of the boys’ asses before moving to their cocks, which were still semi-erect from their recent escapades. “You have such great arses, boys,” she said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. “And your cocks are so… substantial.”

Finn felt a blush creep up his neck, but Rachel and Beck giggled, obviously enjoying their mother’s candidness. Rachel took a sip of water, her eyes never leaving Mrs. M’s face. “Thanks, Mom,” she said, her voice filled with a hint of teasing. “We’ve always known you had good taste.”

Mrs. M winked at them, her own arousal clear in her eyes. “I’ve always said that practice makes perfect,” she said, her hand caressing Rachel’s thigh. “And you four certainly seem to be practicing a lot.”

Beck leaned over to kiss her mother, her hand reaching down to stroke Rachel’s ass. “We’re just taking after you, Mom,” she murmured, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Mrs. M chuckled, her hand sliding up to cup Rachel’s cheek. “It seems like you’re all very… adventurous,” she said, her thumb brushing Rachel’s swollen lips. “And I’m so proud of you for exploring your desires.”

The room was filled with a comfortable silence as they all sipped their water, the tension of the moment dissipating. It was clear that their mother’s acceptance had only served to strengthen the bond between them, weaving their desires into a tapestry of love and acceptance that none of them wanted to unravel. And as they looked at each other, their eyes filled with lust and love, they knew that this summer was going to be one for the books—a time of growth, exploration, and a deepening of the ties that bound them together in the most carnally intimate of ways.

Mrs. M, ask’s Finn and Mike if she could suck their cocks. Finn and Mike exchanged glances, their cocks twitching at the thought of Mrs. M’s mouth on them. “Mom,” Rachel began, her voice a mix of surprise and arousal, “are you sure?”

Mrs. M smiled, a wicked glint in her eye. “Oh, quite sure,” she assured them. “I’ve always had a taste for the forbidden, and I can see it’s something all of you share.” She took a step closer, her hand reaching out to stroke both their lengths. “So, who’s going to go first?”

Mike looked at Finn, who nodded, his cheeks flushed with excitement. “I’ll go,” he murmured, his cock already standing at attention.

Mrs. M’s mouth watered as she took him in her hand, her grip firm and sure. She leaned down, her full lips wrapping around the head of his cock, her tongue flicking out to taste the pre-cum that beaded at the tip. “Mm, so good,” she hummed, her eyes never leaving his as she began to suck him off.

Finn watched in awe as his mother took him deep into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she worked him with a skill that belied her age. “Oh, Mom,” he groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. Rachel and Beck watched with rapt attention, their own hands sliding over their bodies as they enjoyed the show.

“Your turn,” Mrs. M said, releasing Finn’s cock with a wet pop and turning to Mike. She took him in her mouth with the same enthusiasm, her eyes locked on Rachel’s as she sucked him off. The room was thick with the scent of sex, the air charged with a mix of love, lust, and the thrill of the taboo.

The siblings watched as Mrs. M switched between her son’s cocks, her mouth a vision of sinful delight. They knew that this moment was only the beginning of a summer that would be filled with more experiences that would push the boundaries of what they thought possible. The fabric of their lives had been forever altered, and as they reveled in the warm embrace of their shared desires, they couldn’t wait to see what other dark secrets they would unravel together.

Finn watched with a mix of amazement and arousal as Mrs. M switched her attention to Mike, her mouth sliding over his cock with a familiar ease that made it clear she had done this before. Rachel and Beck leaned in closer, their breaths hitching as they watched their mother pleasure their friend. The room was filled with the wet sounds of sucking and the occasional gasp of pleasure. “Mrs. M,” Mike groaned, his hips jerking as she took him deep into her throat. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Mm,” she hummed around his length, her eyes flicking up to meet his. “Do it,” she urged, her hand squeezing his balls.

Mike’s body tensed, and with a strangled cry, he came, spurts of cum filling her mouth. Mrs. M swallowed eagerly, her eyes never leaving his as she licked him clean. “You taste so good,” she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction.

Rachel leaned in, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Finn’s is even better,” she whispered, her hand reaching out to stroke Mike’s cock, which was already showing signs of renewed interest.

Mrs. M’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Is that so?” she asked, turning to her son. “Let’s see, shall we?”

Finn’s heart raced as his mother took his cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. She knew just how to touch him, how to make him feel like he was the most important person in the world. It didn’t take long before he was on the edge, his hips bucking as Rachel’s hand stroked him in time with their mother’s mouth. “Mom,” he gasped, his eyes squeezing shut. “I’m gonna—”

“Cum for me, baby,” Mrs. M murmured, her voice muffled by his cock.

Finn did as he was told, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave. Mrs. M’s eyes never left his, her mouth working him expertly as she swallowed every drop. “Mm,” she hummed, her hand pumping the last of his seed from his cock. “Just as delicious as I remember.”

Mike watched in amazement as Mrs. M licked her lips, a contented smile playing on her mouth. “You’ve always been like a son to me,” she said, her eyes lingering on him with a warmth that seemed to envelop the room. “And now, I’m so happy to finally have you as a part of our little… family.”

The siblings shared a look, their hearts swelling with love and lust as they realized just how much they had all grown in such a short time. The fabric of their lives had been torn apart and rewoven into something new and beautiful, something that no one else could ever understand. But that was okay. They had each other, and as they lay there, tangled in a web of passion and acceptance, they knew that nothing could ever tear them apart.

“Was it…good?” Rachel asked tentatively, her eyes flicking between Finn and Mike, curiosity and a hint of envy in her gaze.

Finn nodded, still in shock. “It was…amazing,” he managed to murmur, his voice thick with emotion.

Beck leaned in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Tell us all about it,” she coaxed, her hand sliding over Rachel’s still-sensitive clit.

Mike chuckled, his cheeks flushed with pleasure. “It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced,” he admitted, his eyes shining with excitement.

The twins shared a knowing smile, their bodies humming with the energy of their recent escapade. “We knew you two had it in you,” Rachel said, her voice filled with affection.

“But how did it feel?” Beck pressed, her own desire growing as she watched their faces.

Finn took a deep breath, trying to put the feeling into words. “It was like…like I was finally whole,” he said, his voice filled with awe.

Mike nodded in agreement. “It was like I was exactly where I was meant to be,” he said, his eyes never leaving Mrs. M’s face.

The room was filled with a comfortable silence, the air thick with the scent of their combined arousal. Rachel leaned in, her hand reaching for the tray of water. “We should all take a moment to…refresh,” she suggested, her eyes glancing at her mother’s still-wet mouth.

Mrs. M chuckled, standing up and heading for the bathroom. “Don’t start without me,” she called over her shoulder, her hips swaying seductively.

As they watched their mother disappear into the bathroom, they knew that their family was about to embark on a journey of sexual exploration that would leave them all forever changed.

Mrs. M returned to the room, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she saw the hungry looks in her children’s eyes. “Ready for round two?” she asked?.

Finn’s heart was racing as he gathered the courage to voice his darkest desire. “Mom,” he began, his voice shaking slightly, “Would you…would you let me fuck you?”

Her smile grew even wider, and she nodded, her eyes glancing at Beck. “I’d love to,” she purred, “But only if I can eat your sister’s pussy at the same time.”

Beck’s eyes widened with excitement, her hand flying to cover her mouth. Rachel’s eyes lit up with mischief. “Oh, I think we can manage that,” she said, her voice thick with desire.

Mrs. M settled onto the bed, her legs spread wide as Finn positioned himself between them, his cock standing tall and proud. Rachel looked over at Beck, who was already kneeling beside the bed, her pussy glistening with excitement. “Come here,” Rachel whispered, pulling Beck closer. “Let’s give Mom a show she’ll never forget.”

As Finn pushed into their mother’s warm, welcoming pussy, Rachel leaned in to kiss her, her hand reaching down to stroke Beck’s clit. Mrs. M groaned with pleasure, her eyes never leaving her son’s as she leaned back to let Beck’s eager mouth take over. The room was filled with the sounds of passion, the fabric of their once-normal lives now a distant memory as they wove together in a tapestry of love, lust, and the most delicious kind of sin.

Finn pushed deeper into his mother’s wet heat, savoring every inch of her tight embrace. “You feel so…so wonderful, Mom,” he gasped out, his eyes locked onto hers as they both revealed in the taboo ecstasy. Rachel’s hand slid between Beck’s thighs, her fingers deftly working the twin’s clit.

Mrs. M’s eyes fluttered closed in pleasure, a soft moan escaping her lips. “And you, baby,” she murmured, “you’re making me feel like a teenager again.” Rachel’s eyes met Beck’s, the twins sharing a knowing smirk. Rachel whispered into her sister’s ear, “It’s because we’ve got the best pussies in the family, thanks to Mom’s genes.” Beck giggled, her tongue swirling around Mrs. M’s clit as Rachel leaned in to kiss her, their mother’s moans growing louder as they worked in tandem, their bodies moving in a harmony that was both shocking and beautiful.

“You two are so perfect,” Mrs. M managed to say, her voice tight with pleasure. “I’m so proud of you both.” The room was a symphony of moans and the slap of flesh on flesh as they continued their incestuous play, each one’s pleasure building off the other’s, creating a crescendo that would echo through the rest of the summer.

Finn’s eyes widened with a mix of pleasure and shock as Mike’s thick cock pushed into his tight ass, filling him up in a way he had never experienced before. Rachel and Beck watched in fascination as their mother’s face grew more flushed, her eyes glazed over with desire as she took in the sight.

“Oh, my,” Mrs. M murmured, her own hand slipping down to stroke her clit as she watched her son’s face contort with pleasure. “You two are just…exquisite together.” Rachel leaned in, her breath hot against Finn’s ear. “How does it feel, baby brother?” she whispered, her voice thick with lust. “Tell us what Mike’s cock feels like in your ass.” Finn’s breath was coming in ragged gasps as Mike began to pump into him, the sensation overwhelming. “It’s…so…big,” he managed to get out, his voice strained.

“It feels so…good.” Beck’s eyes shone with excitement as she watched, her hand sliding down to rub her own clit in time with Mike’s thrusts. Rachel’s mouth found his again, her tongue probing deeply as she whispered, “You’re going to make Mom so proud, baby.” The room was alive with the sounds of passion—Mike’s grunts, Mrs. M’s soft moans, and the wet slap of skin on skin. Finn had never felt more alive, more accepted, and more in tune with his desires than he did in that moment, with his mother watching and his sisters encouraging him to give in to the pleasure that Mike was bringing him.

Beck’s nimble fingers worked the strap-on into place, the dildo strapped snugly against her pelvis, the other end penetrating her own eager pussy. She looked over at Rachel, who was lying on her back, her legs spread wide in anticipation. “Ready, sis?” Beck asked, her voice husky with desire. Rachel nodded, her eyes dark with need. “Fuck me,” she whispered, her hips rising to meet the plastic cock.

Mrs. M watched with a proud smile as her daughters explored each other’s bodies, the sight of Beck’s strap-on sinking into Rachel’s pussy making her own juices flow. “You’re doing so well,” she murmured, her hand still idly stroking her clit. “So beautiful, my girls.”

Beck leaned down, her breasts brushing against Rachel’s as she began to fuck her sister with a gentle rhythm. Rachel’s eyes rolled back in her head, her moans growing louder as she felt the dual sensation of being filled by Beck’s strap-on and the vibrations of the dildo inside her own pussy. “Oh, fuck,” Rachel gasped, her hips bucking up to meet Beck’s thrusts. “It’s so…good.”

Finn’s eyes were glued to the scene before him, his cock twitching with every moan and gasp that filled the room. He had never felt so alive, so connected to his siblings. “Keep going,” he urged, his voice tight with excitement. “Make her cum.”

The twins moved in unison, their bodies a symphony of passion and desire. Rachel’s hand slid down to Beck’s clit, her fingertips dancing over the swollen flesh as Beck’s strap-on plunged deeper into her pussy. “Oh, God,” Rachel cried out, her body tightening around the dildo. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum.”

Beck leaned in, capturing Rachel’s mouth in a deep kiss, their tongues dancing together as their bodies moved as one. Rachel’s orgasm crashed over her, her pussy spasming around the strap-on, her nails digging into Beck’s back. The room was filled with the sound of their muffled moans, the mattress creaking beneath them.

Mrs. M watched with a satisfied smile, her own hand moving faster on her clit. “That’s it,” she murmured, her breath hitching. “Such beautiful, naughty girls.” She felt the tension in the room build, the energy of their shared pleasure coiling tighter and tighter until she could no longer hold back. With a loud cry, she came, her body shaking with the force of her climax.

The siblings looked at each other, their bodies glistening with sweat and love. They had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, but in doing so, they had found a new kind of freedom—a freedom to explore and love each other in the most intimate of ways, without the constraints of societal norms or the fear of rejection.

Finn reached out, his hand sliding over Rachel’s stomach, feeling the tremors of her recent orgasm. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. “For everything.”

Rachel opened her eyes, a soft smile playing on her lips. “It’s what family is for,” she said, her voice filled with love.

Mike’s powerful thrusts grew erratic, his breaths coming in sharp pants as he felt the warmth of his climax building. “I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his grip on Finn’s hips tightening.

Finn’s eyes widened with excitement, his own cock throbbing in anticipation. “Do it,” he urged, pushing back against Mike’s cock, eager to feel the hot flood inside him.

With a roar of pleasure, Mike released his load, filling Finn’s ass with his cum. The sensation was unlike anything Finn had ever felt before—intimate, primal, and incredibly arousing. The sight of his mother watching them, her hand working her own clit, was the final push he needed. “Mom,” he groaned, his hips jerking as his own orgasm took hold. He felt the head of his cock brush against the entrance to her pussy and, with one final thrust, pushed inside her, his seed mixing with her juices as he came deep within her welcoming depths.

Mrs. M’s eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth falling open in a silent scream of ecstasy as she felt her son’s cock pulsing within her. Rachel and Beck watched, their own fingers working furiously at their clits, their pussies clenching in time with their mother’s contractions. The room was a cacophony of moans and gasps as they all reached their peak together, the fabric of their newfound intimacy wrapping around them like a warm, velvety embrace.

“Oh, baby,” Mrs. M whispered, her eyes glazed with pleasure as she felt the warmth of Mike’s cum fill her up. “That was…that was incredible.” Rachel and Beck watched, their cheeks flushed and their own pussies throbbing with desire. “I never knew it could be like this,” Rachel murmured, her hand sliding down to stroke her own clit. Beck nodded, her breath coming in short gasps as she watched her mother’s body shiver with pleasure. “It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen,” she said, her eyes wide with amazement. “And to think, we’ve all been hiding this from each other for so long.”

Finn looked over his shoulder at Mike, their eyes locking in a silent promise of more to come. “It’s like we’ve unlocked a secret room in our house,” he panted, his cock still buried deep inside his mother’s pussy. “A room filled with all the things we’ve been craving but were too afraid to admit.”

Mrs. M leaned up, her breasts swaying with the movement, and kissed Mike softly on the cheek. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. “For giving us all this.”

Mike pulled out, his cock glistening with the evidence of their shared passion. “Anything for you, Mrs. M,” he said, his voice filled with affection.

The room was quiet for a moment, the only sound was their heavy breathing and the wet squelch of their bodies coming apart. Then, Rachel spoke up, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Who’s next?” she asked, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

Beck giggled, her hand sliding down to stroke Rachel’s still-hard strap-on. “I think it’s your turn,” she said, her voice filled with excitement. “Finn’s been waiting for a taste of that big cock all night.”

Finn’s cock twitched at the thought, his ass still clenching around the memory of Mike’s thick shaft. “Please,” he begged, his voice needy. “I need it.”

Rachel leaned down, her eyes never leaving her brother’s. “Then come get it,” she murmured, her voice a seductive purr.

Finn eagerly slid off their mother and positioned himself between Rachel’s legs, his mouth watering at the sight of the strap-on jutting from her pelvis. As he took it in his mouth, Rachel’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, a low moan escaping her lips. The fabric of their lives had been forever changed, and they were all ready to see just how far this newfound intimacy would take them.

“Oh, fuck,” Rachel groaned as she felt Finn’s tight ass envelop the strap-on, her own pussy quivering with the sensation of the dildo sliding into her. “You’re so eager,” she murmured, her hand reaching down to caress his cheek.

Finn moaned in response, his eyes closing in pleasure as Beck stepped up, the strap-on she was wearing now level with his mouth. He eagerly took it in, his tongue swirling around the plastic cock as Rachel began to rock her hips, fucking him in a steady rhythm.

“Look at you,” Mrs. M whispered, her eyes glued to the erotic sight before her. “Such a good boy, taking both your sisters at once.”

Beck leaned in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You like that, don’t you, baby brother?” she cooed, her hand reaching up to tweak his nipples. “You love being our little slut.”

Finn moaned around the strap-on, the vibrations from Rachel’s toy sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. He nodded, his eyes glazed with lust. “Yes,” he gasped, “I love it.”

The room was filled with the sounds of wet, lewd sucking as Finn worked his mouth on Beck’s strap-on, his tongue flicking and swirling over the shaft. Rachel’s breaths grew quicker, her eyes never leaving their mother’s as she felt herself getting closer to another orgasm.

“Fuck, yes,” Rachel breathed, her hips moving faster, driving the strap-on deeper into Finn’s mouth. “I’m going to cum again,” she warned, her voice shaking with desire.

Mrs. M watched, her own hand moving faster on her clit, her body tightening in anticipation. “Come for me, Rachel,” she urged. “Show your brother how good it feels to be fucked by his sisters.”

The tension in the room grew palpable, the fabric of their once-ordinary lives unraveled into something dark and delicious. Rachel’s moans grew louder, her body arching as she reached her peak, her pussy clenching around the strap-on, her hips bucking against it.

Beck leaned in, whispering in Finn’s ear, “Taste her cum, baby. It’s so sweet.”

Finn eagerly swallowed Rachel’s release, the salty tang of her juices mixing with the plastic taste of the toy in his mouth. Rachel’s body went limp, her hand dropping to her side as she panted, her chest heaving with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Mrs. M’s eyes were alight with a newfound hunger. “Now, it’s my turn,” she purred, sliding closer to the edge of the bed. “Come, Beck. It’s time to show your brother what a good girl you can be.”

Beck’s smile grew wicked, her hand sliding the strap-on out of Rachel’s pussy and moving to her own, her hips rolling as she positioned herself over Mrs. M’s waiting mouth. “Yes, Mommy,” she said, her voice filled with lust. “I’ll make you proud.”

And with that, the siblings descended even deeper into their incestuous play, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, exploring the most taboo and exquisite corners of their desires.

Beck’s hand was trembling with excitement as she secured the strap-on to her hips, the dildo standing tall and proud. She turned to face Mrs. M, who was reclined on the bed, her legs spread wide in welcoming invitation. “Are you ready, Mom?” she asked, her voice dripping with desire.

Mrs. M nodded, licking her lips as she watched her daughter approach. “Oh, yes, baby,” she murmured, her eyes locked onto the faux cock that was about to fill her.

With a wicked smile, Beck straddled her mother’s face, lowering herself down until the tip of the dildo grazed her mother’s lips. Rachel and Finn watched, their own desires rekindled as they saw the hungry look in their mother’s eyes. Rachel leaned in, her hand sliding down to stroke her mother’s clit as Beck began to fuck her face with slow, deliberate strokes. “Mm, yes,” Mrs. M moaned, her tongue flicking out to taste the salty precum that coated the tip.

Finn couldn’t hold back any longer. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself at his mother’s side. “Let me help,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. Rachel nodded in agreement, her own hand sliding up to cup one of their mother’s breasts, her thumb flicking the erect nipple.

Mrs. M’s eyes fluttered closed as she felt her children’s hands and mouths all over her body, her pussy growing wetter with each passing second. “Yes,” she breathed, her voice muffled by Beck’s strap-on. “I want all of you inside me.”

Beck’s strap-on slid into their mother’s pussy with ease, eliciting a gasp from Mrs. M. Rachel took position behind her, aligning her own strap-on with their mother’s tight ass. “Ready, Beck?” she asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Beck nodded, and together, they pushed into their mother in a synchronized rhythm that had Mrs. M’s moans filling the room.

Finn watched, his cock pulsing with need, until Rachel leaned in and whispered, “It’s your turn, baby brother,” her breath hot on his ear. He didn’t need any more encouragement, eagerly sliding his cock into their mother’s waiting mouth. She took him in eagerly, her tongue swirling around his shaft as Rachel and Beck fucked her from both ends.

Mike, who had been quietly watching from the doorway, could no longer resist the temptation. He approached the writhing pile of flesh, his own erection bobbing with excitement. “Mrs. M,” he murmured, “Can I join?”

Mrs. M’s eyes snapped open, a look of pure bliss on her face as she nodded, her mouth still full of her son’s cock. Mike climbed onto the bed, his eyes never leaving hers as he positioned himself between Rachel’s legs, his cock finding her pussy already slick with desire.

With a grin, Rachel leaned back, her ass still impaled on Beck’s strap-on, making room for Mike. “Don’t hold back,” she moaned, her voice muffled by the dildo in her mouth. “Give it to me hard.”

Mike didn’t need to be told twice. He slammed into Rachel, his hips pistoning as he claimed her tight, wet pussy, the sound of their flesh slapping together echoing through the room. Rachel’s eyes rolled back, her body lost in the delicious overload of sensations.

Finn watched, his cock throbbing in time with Mike’s thrusts, as his mother’s body was used and pleasured by her own children. He had never felt so alive, so connected, as he watched his siblings fuck their mother, her muffled cries of pleasure urging them on.

The room was a symphony of moans and wet slaps, the fabric of their lives forever altered by this twisted tapestry of love and desire. But in that moment, as they all moved together in a dance of depravity, there was no room for doubt or regret—only the all-consuming need for more.

“Oh, my fucking God,” Rachel gasped, her voice strained with pleasure as she felt the strap-on fill her up. “Mom, you’re such a slut,” she murmured, the words coming out as both a tease and a declaration of love. Mrs. M’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked up at her daughter, her cheeks hollowed out around the dildo. “And you love it,” she said, her voice muffled by the cock in her mouth.

Finn watched, his own cock pulsing with excitement as he saw his mother’s pussy stretch around Rachel’s strap-on, the sight making him even harder. “Yeah,” he said, his voice filled with wonder, “who knew our mom was such a whore?”

Beck giggled, her strokes growing faster as she watched her mother’s reaction. “We always knew you had a wild side, Mom,” she said, her voice filled with affection. “But this…”

Mrs. M’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “What can I say?” she managed to say around the cock in her mouth. “I’ve got three beautiful, horny children. How could I resist?”

Their mother’s words only served to spur them on, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they claimed her, the fabric of their family bond forever altered by this twisted, yet incredibly erotic, act of love. And as they all climaxed together, their cries of pleasure mingling in the air, they knew that nothing would ever be the same again. But for now, all that mattered was the delicious feeling of their mother’s body writhing beneath them, her cries of ecstasy a sweet symphony that filled their hearts with a dark, thrilling satisfaction.

Mrs. M’s body convulsed with pleasure, her walls tightening around Rachel’s strap-on and Beck’s cock, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. The room was filled with the sounds of their shared passion, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. And as the last tremor of pleasure left her, Mrs. M’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she passed out, a contented smile playing on her lips. Rachel and Beck looked at each other, their own orgasms forgotten for a moment as they stared at their mother’s sated form.

“Fuck,” Rachel breathed, her own legs shaking with the effort of keeping herself upright. “I think we might have overdone it.”

Beck giggled, her cheeks flushed with exertion. “Nah,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “she’s just enjoying the afterglow.”

Finn chuckled, his cock still hard as he watched his mother’s chest rise and fall with each breath. “We’re going to have to keep her on a strict fucking schedule,” he quipped, his voice filled with affectionate amusement.

Mrs. M’s eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile on her face. “What did I miss?” she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction.

“Nothing,” Rachel assured her, leaning in to kiss her softly. “You just gave us the performance of a lifetime.”

Beck and Mike exchanged a look, their own cocks still rock-hard and eager. “Looks like we’ve got our work cut out for us,” Mike said with a grin, his eyes never leaving the glistening wetness of Mrs. M’s pussy.

And so, the siblings continued to explore the dark, twisted fabric of their desires, their mother’s body a willing canvas for their most depraved fantasies. The house grew quiet once more, the only sounds the steady rhythm of their lovemaking, the fabric of their lives forever intertwined in a tapestry of taboo pleasure.

As Mrs. M’s breaths grew deep and even, signaling her descent into a well-deserved slumber, Rachel gently extracted herself from the strap-on, her thighs sticky with their combined juices. Beck followed suit, her own cock sliding out of their mother’s ass with an audible pop. They shared a look, a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration etched on their flushed faces. “We should clean up,” Rachel whispered, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

Finn nodded, his eyes never leaving their mother’s sated form. “We can’t have her waking up to this mess,” he agreed, his own cock still hard despite the intense session.

Mike chuckled, his hand idly stroking his cock. “We’ve got a lot of explaining to do if she wakes up,” he said, his voice low.

The four of them slid off the bed, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and discarded clothing. They moved quietly, collecting the toys and condoms scattered across the floor, their movements a silent ballet of shared purpose. The room was a testament to their passion, the scent of sex lingering heavily in the air.

“We’ll take turns with her,” Rachel murmured as they tiptoed out, leaving their mother to her erotic dreams. “We don’t want her to miss out on the fun.”

The siblings and Mike shared a knowing look, their smiles speaking volumes. They had crossed a line, but in doing so, they had discovered a new level of intimacy and acceptance that only made their bond stronger. As they closed the door softly behind them, they couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement for the days and nights to come, the fabric of their lives now forever stitched with the threads of their darkest desires.

Finn, Mike, Rachel, and Beck stumbled out of the bedroom, their bodies sticky and sated from their marathon session. “Let’s get cleaned up,” Rachel suggested, her voice still breathless from her recent climaxes. “And maybe grab some food. I’m fucking starving.”

“Yeah, me too,” Beck agreed, her hand finding Mike’s as they headed for the bathroom. “Two hours of non-stop fucking will do that to you.”

Mike chuckled, squeezing her hand. “I’ve never seen your mom go out like that before,” he said, with admiration in his tone.

“Me neither,” Rachel added with a grin, “but I’m not complaining.”

Finn nodded, his cock still half-hard and bobbing with every step. “Neither am I,” he murmured, his eyes glazed with pleasure.

Together, they piled into the shower, the water washing away the evidence of their incestuous escapade. They soaped each other up, their hands lingering on sensitive spots that elicited gasps and giggles. Their laughter echoed off the tiles as they rinsed away the sweat and cum, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Once they were clean, they wrapped themselves in towels and headed for the kitchen, their stomachs growling in unison. The fridge was raided, and plates of food were hastily assembled—sandwiches, fruit, and a variety of cheese and crackers. They sat at the table, their eyes never leaving each other as they devoured their meals, the tension of the morning’s revelations giving way to a sense of camaraderie and shared experience. The fabric of their family had been stretched to its limits, but somehow, it had only made them closer.

“So,” Rachel began after swallowing a mouthful of sandwich, “are we going to keep this going?”

As they sat at the kitchen table, the siblings and Mike exchanged glances, the air thick with the scent of their recent escapade. Rachel spoke up first, swiping a crumb from her lip. “So, are we all okay with… this?”

Mike took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto Finn’s. “More than okay,” he murmured, leaning across the table to kiss him gently. “It’s like we’ve all found a piece of ourselves we didn’t know was missing.”

Finn’s cheeks flushed with happiness as he kissed Mike back. “Yeah,” he said, his voice filled with wonder, “it’s like we’re complete now.”

Beck’s laugh was light and carefree. “Well, if this is what completeness feels like,” she said, popping a grape into her mouth, “I’m all for it.”

They all nodded in agreement, their smiles a silent affirmation of their newfound freedom. The fabric of their lives had been irrevocably altered, but in the most beautiful, erotic way possible. As they continued to eat, their conversation grew lively, filled with whispers of future encounters and shared fantasies, the weight of their secrets lifted by the warmth of their acceptance and love. The sun had fully risen outside, but within the confines of their home, their world remained forever locked in the sweet embrace of dawn’s seductive light, ready to explore the boundless horizon of pleasure that lay before them.

Finn’s heart fluttered as Mike’s hand cupped the side of his face, pulling him in for a soft, lingering kiss. “I’m so glad we’re finally dating,” Mike murmured against his lips.

“Me too,” Finn whispered, his eyes fluttering closed as Mike’s tongue traced the seam of his mouth. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as they both revealed in the heady feeling of newfound love and acceptance.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Mike breathed, breaking the kiss to nip at Finn’s bottom lip. “You have no idea.”

Finn’s smile was wide and genuine, the fear of rejection now a distant memory. “I know,” he said, his voice filled with warmth. “Me too.”

Their kiss grew more passionate, their bodies pressing closer together, the fabric of their clothes the only barrier between them. They had taken a leap of faith into the unknown, and it had led them to this moment of pure, unbridled passion. They had crossed a line, but in doing so, they had discovered a love that transcended societal norms, a love that was all their own.

And as they kissed, their hands roaming each other’s bodies, they knew that nothing would ever be the same again. But for now, all that mattered was the feeling of Mike’s strong arms around him, the taste of his mouth, and the promise of a future filled with love and exploration.

The siblings and Mike cleaned up the kitchen, their laughter and easy banter a stark contrast to the intensity of their earlier encounter. The tension of their taboo romance had been shattered by the light of day, and in its place was a sense of freedom and excitement. They had claimed each other in the most primal, intimate way possible, and it had only served to strengthen their bond.

As they worked, they whispered sweet nothings and shared knowing glances, the fabric of their relationship now woven with threads of desire and acceptance. They had embraced their darkest desires and in doing so, had found a love that was as fierce as it was unconventional.

Finn couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement every time Mike’s hand brushed against his, every time Rachel’s gaze lingered on his bare chest. They had become a quartet of lovers, bound not just by blood, but by the unspoken promise of a life of shared pleasure and secrets.

The day stretched out before them, filled with the promise of more passion and exploration. They had taken the first step down this twisted path, and they were eager to see where it would lead. With every touch, every shared glance, the fabric of their love grew stronger, more intricate, weaving together a tapestry that was uniquely theirs.

And as they sat down to eat, their plates piled high with food, they knew that no matter what the outside world threw at them, they had each other—and that was all that truly mattered.

“Guys,” Beck began shyly, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red as she looked from Finn to Mike, “I…I have to admit something.”

Finn raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “What’s that?”

“Well,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “I’ve always thought you two would make a cute couple.” She giggled, her eyes darting to the floor. “I’ve even…uh…masturbated thinking about it.”

The room fell silent for a moment, the only sound was the clatter of silverware on plates. Then, Mike burst out laughing, the tension dissipating like a popped balloon. “Beck,” he said, shaking his head, “you’re something else.”

Finn felt his own cheeks heat up as he met Mike’s gaze. “You too, huh?”

Beck blushed even deeper, nodding. “It’s just…you guys are so in sync, you know? And seeing you both like that, it’s just…” She trailed off, her voice thick with lust.

Mike leaned over to kiss her forehead, his grin never wavering. “Don’t worry, sis,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “you’re not the only one with a wild imagination.”

The four of them shared a laugh, the fabric of their relationship now stitched with a newfound openness. They had ventured into the darkest recesses of their desires and come out stronger, their bond unshakeable. The future was uncertain, but for now, all that mattered was the warmth of their love, and the tantalizing prospect of what lay ahead.

“Alright, let’s grab those blankets and pillows,” Rachel suggested, her voice filled with a sense of excitement that was contagious.

Beck jumped up from her chair. “And we can grab some of those big, fluffy cushions from the living room!”

Finn chuckled, watching his siblings’ enthusiasm. “This is going to be so much fun,” he said, his voice filled with warmth.

Mike nodded, his eyes gleaming. “Yeah, it’ll be like a slumber party,” he said, “but with way better snacks.”

They all laughed, the sound echoing through the house as they gathered their makeshift bed supplies. The fabric of their friendship had been transformed into something much more intimate, and they were eager to explore every inch of it. They laid out the blankets and pillows on the floor of the lounge, creating a cozy nest that was as welcoming as it was tantalizing. The anticipation of spending the night together, wrapped in the warmth of their shared love, was palpable in the air.

As they settled in, Rachel leaned over to whisper in Beck’s ear, “I can’t believe we’re all doing this.”

Beck’s eyes sparkled. “Neither can I,” she said, “but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Finn and Mike shared a knowing look, their hands brushing against each other’s as they arranged the pillows. “This is going to be amazing,” Mike murmured, his eyes never leaving Finn’s.

Finn nodded, his heart racing. “I can’t wait,” he whispered, the anticipation of what the night would hold making his cock twitch with excitement.

And with that, the four of them snuggled in close, the fabric of their makeshift bed enveloping them in a cocoon of comfort and desire. They knew that tonight would be the first of many such nights, their bodies entwined as they whispered secrets and shared kisses, the fabric of their love growing stronger with every beat of their hearts.

Finn leaned into Mike’s embrace, his hand sliding down to lightly cup the firm cheeks of his new boyfriend’s ass. “What do you think?” he murmured, a playful glint in his eye.

Mike’s grin grew wider, his own hand reaching to reciprocate the gesture. “I think it’s perfect,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Meanwhile, Rachel’s gaze darted between them, a blush staining her cheeks. She took a deep breath and turned to Beck, her voice barely audible. “Could…could I be the little spoon tonight?”

Beck’s eyes widened, surprised by Rachel’s sudden shyness. “Of course,” she said, her voice gentle. “You can be the little spoon with me.”

The room was filled with the quiet rustling of clothes as they all shifted, rearranging themselves into the most comfortable positions. Rachel’s heart raced as she snuggled closer to Beck, her body fitting perfectly against the curve of her sister’s. The warmth of their bodies melded together, the fabric of their love story weaving into a new, more intimate chapter. As the lights dimmed and the whispers grew softer, the four of them drifted off to sleep, their hearts beating in sync with the promise of a future filled with love, acceptance, and the sweet taste of taboo desires.

Rachel’s sudden scream pierced the quiet darkness of the room, jolting everyone from their slumber. “Beck!” she gasped, her eyes wide with panic and embarrassment. “I had…I had a wet dream!”

Beck’s sleepy gaze met Rachel’s, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “It’s okay, Rach,” she soothed, her voice soft and comforting. She reached over and gently slid Rachel’s panties to the side, her fingers lightly tracing the dampness that had soaked through the fabric. “Looks like you had quite the night,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Finn and Mike exchanged glances, their cocks twitching at the sound of Rachel’s distress. “Is she okay?” Mike whispered, his hand instinctively moving to cover his own erection.

Finn nodded, his eyes locked on Rachel’s flushed face. “I think we’re about to find out,” he murmured, his heart racing with excitement.

Rachel’s face grew redder as Beck’s fingers slid deeper, her body quivering with the aftershocks of her dream. “Oh my God,” she moaned, her eyes closing. “It was so…so intense.”

Beck leaned in, her breath warm against Rachel’s ear. “Why don’t you tell us about it?” she suggested, her voice low and seductive. “Maybe it’ll help you relax.”

The room was thick with anticipation as Rachel began to recount her steamy dream, her words painting a vivid picture of multiple men pleasuring her, their cum covering her body. With each detail, Rachel’s breath grew heavier, her chest rising and falling as she relived the sensations.

Finn and Mike listened, their own desires growing stronger, the fabric of their newfound intimacy stretching to include Rachel in their erotic tapestry. As Rachel’s voice grew quieter, Beck’s fingers began to move in gentle, soothing circles, coaxing Rachel’s body into a state of relaxation and arousal.

“And when they all came,” Rachel whispered, her eyes flying open to meet Beck’s, “it was like…like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

Beck’s smile grew. “Would you like to feel that again?” she asked, her eyes gleaming with desire. “Would you like us to help you?”

Rachel’s breath hitched, and she nodded, the words barely audible. “Yes,” she murmured, her voice thick with need. “Please.”

The room was electrified, the air charged with lust. Beck leaned in and kissed Rachel deeply, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths as the siblings’ hands began to roam, the fabric of their love story growing more complex and erotic with every shared touch. And as they lost themselves in the warm embrace of passion once more, the line between dream and reality blurred, leaving them all eager for the next chapter in their shared journey of discovery and acceptance.

With Rachel’s shaky consent echoing in the room, Beck’s hand slid down to gently massage Rachel’s clit, her thumb circling the swollen nub with a masterful touch. Rachel’s breath hitched, her hips bucking up into the contact. “Oh, Beck,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed.

Finn and Mike watched, their cocks standing at attention as Rachel’s body responded to Beck’s touch. “You like that, Rach?” Mike asked, his voice deep with arousal. Rachel nodded, her eyes flickering open to meet Mike’s gaze.

Finn leaned over, his soft lips brushing Rachel’s ear. “Do you want us to make you feel good?” he whispered, his hand sliding down to cup her full breast, his thumb flicking the hardened nipple. Rachel’s body arched into the touch, her breathing growing more ragged.

Rachel nodded, her eyes searching for Finn’s. “Please,” she breathed, her voice needy.

The four of them shifted, the fabric of their clothing falling away to expose their naked forms, each one more beautiful than the last. Beck’s hand never left Rachel’s clit as she slid down to take one of Rachel’s nipples into her mouth, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Rachel gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head as the pleasure began to build.

Finn and Mike positioned themselves at Rachel’s sides, their hands roaming her body, exploring every curve and crevice. Rachel’s moans grew louder, her legs spreading wider to give them full access. “More,” she begged, her hips rolling in time with Beck’s relentless ministrations.

Mike leaned in, his mouth claiming Rachel’s in a hungry kiss as he slid his hand down to stroke her slick folds. “You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe. Rachel’s pussy quivered against his touch, the beginnings of an orgasm building within her.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Rach?” Mike asked, his voice a seductive purr. Rachel’s eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto his.

“Yes,” she breathed, the word a desperate plea.

Mike’s cock slid into Rachel’s welcoming heat, filling her up as she moaned into his mouth. Beck’s hand didn’t stop working Rachel’s clit, the dual sensations sending Rachel spiraling into a climax that seemed to last an eternity.

Rachel’s body convulsed with pleasure as Mike’s cock slammed into her, her cries muffled by Beck’s hand that was now pressing her face into the pillow. “Oh God, oh God,” Rachel panted, her hips bucking wildly. “It’s…it’s too much.”

But Mike wasn’t done. He pulled out of Rachel’s pussy with a wet pop, his cock glistening with her juices. He positioned himself behind her, pressing the head of his still-hard cock against her puckered asshole. “Ready for me, Rach?” he asked, his voice strained with desire.

Finn watched, his own cock pulsing with excitement. “I want you,” he whispered, moving closer. “I want to feel your ass around me.” Rachel nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation. Beck took this as her cue, straddling Rachel’s face and lowering her pussy to her mouth. Rachel eagerly licked at her sister’s clit, her own orgasm still resonating through her body.

Finn’s cock slid into Rachel’s tight ass, her muscles clenching around him as she took his length. Rachel’s muffled moans grew louder as she adjusted to the sensation, her tongue lapping at Beck’s pussy with renewed enthusiasm. The room was a symphony of moans and wet sounds, the fabric of their love story becoming more and more saturated with lust.

Mike began to thrust again, his cock pumping in and out of Rachel’s pussy in time with Finn’s rhythm. Rachel’s eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream as she took both of them, her body a vessel for their desire. Beck’s hips began to rock, her own orgasm building as Rachel’s tongue danced over her clit.

The siblings moved together, a tapestry of limbs and pleasure, their love and passion for each other uninhibited by the confines of societal norms. Rachel’s body was a playground for their desires, and they were eager to explore every inch of her, pushing her to heights she had never before experienced.

Their rhythm grew more frantic, their breathing harsh in the stillness of the room. Finn felt Rachel’s ass tighten around him, her moans vibrating against his cock. “I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, his voice tight with need.

Mike’s hand reached down to stroke Rachel’s clit in time with his thrusts, the added sensation sending her over the edge. Rachel’s body shuddered as she came again, her orgasm ripping through her like a wildfire. Beck watched, her eyes hooded with lust, her own climax approaching as Rachel’s tongue flicked against her clit.

And as Rachel’s body convulsed with pleasure, Mike and Finn both released within her, filling her to the brim with their cum. Rachel swallowed around Beck’s clit, her throat tightening as she took their combined release, her own orgasm spilling over into an endless wave of ecstasy.

The room was still, the only sound the ragged breathing of four lovers who had just crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. But as they lay there, entangled in the sticky mess of their love, they knew that they had found something beautiful, something that was uniquely theirs. And with every beat of their hearts, the fabric of their bond grew stronger, woven with the threads of their shared passion and the promise of a future filled with endless pleasure.

Rachel’s body tightened around them, her moans turning to a scream as she felt the pressure building once more. “I’m gonna cum again!” she shouted, her eyes squeezed shut.

“Keep going,” Beck urged, her voice tight with her own impending release. “Don’t stop.”

Finn and Mike’s thrusts grew more urgent, their hands digging into Rachel’s hips as they pushed into her with all their might. Rachel’s orgasm washed over her, making her entire body spasm.

At the same time, Beck’s body convulsed, her pussy clamping down around Rachel’s face as she squirted, the hot liquid spraying across Rachel’s cheeks and mouth. Rachel swallowed, her tongue still working Beck’s clit as she felt the warmth of her brother’s and Mike’s cum filling her up.

Mike groaned, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into Rachel’s pussy. Finn’s cock followed suit, releasing his own hot load into Rachel’s ass. Rachel’s body was a symphony of sensations, each thrust and spurt of cum pushing her higher until she was nothing but a writhing mass of pleasure.

The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, the smell of sex thick in the air. Rachel felt a warmth spread through her, a sense of belonging that she had never experienced before. And as they all collapsed into a sweaty heap, the fabric of their love had grown even more complex, their bodies entwined in a knot that could never be untangled.

“Oh my God,” Rachel gasped, her voice shaky. “That was…that was amazing.”

Beck leaned down to kiss her sister’s forehead. “Welcome to the family,” she murmured, her voice filled with love and lust.

Rachel giggled breathlessly as Beck’s fingers continued to play with her sensitive pussy, the remnants of Mike’s cum still leaking out. “You’re such a naughty little slut,” Beck murmured, her voice dripping with affection and desire.

“Taking both their cocks like that.” Rachel’s cheeks flushed, but she couldn’t help the shiver of pleasure that ran down her spine. “You liked that, didn’t you?” Rachel nodded, unable to form coherent words as the aftershocks of her orgasms continued to ripple through her. Mike and Finn exchanged glances, their own cocks still hard and glistening with Rachel’s juices. “I think she’s earned a break,” Mike said with a grin, pulling Rachel closer to him.

Finn nodded, his hand sliding up Rachel’s back to cup her breast, his thumb flicking her still-hard nipple. Rachel’s eyes fluttered closed, her body relaxing into their embrace. “But remember,” Beck whispered, her voice a seductive purr, “you’re our little slut now.”

Rachel’s pussy clenched around Beck’s fingers, the taboo words sending a fresh wave of arousal through her. “And we’re going to take good care of you.” Rachel’s heart swelled, the fabric of their love story now forever intertwined with the threads of their shared lust. As they settled back into the position they had been in when they fell asleep, Rachel knew that she had found a family that accepted her for who she truly was, no matter how unconventional it may be.

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To distract Becky, the world’s first futa, from fucking the bride-to-be, all her old friends show up to distract her with their hot pussies!

The World’s First Futa – Futa’s Wedding Delight

Chapter One: Futa’s First Naughty Reunion

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

April 17th, 2047

I hugged and kissed my pregnant wife, Sharron, during the commercial break for Adelia’s talk show. For the last two hours, I’d discussed my life as the world’s first futa with Adelia and the watching world. We were finally hitting one of those pivotal moments. One of those points in my life where everything changed for me.

Kurt’s wedding.

Once, I thought I would marry Kurt. We were high school sweethearts. When I was eighteen, a Freshman in college, I surrendered my virginity to him. I was drunk on love that night, so eager to finally give him this gift. He made it special. He ate me out, made me cum, did everything right.

I even orgasmed before he had his climax. I didn’t make him wear a condom. I was on the pill. It was the safe time in my cycle. It was so wondrous for this brief moment as he spurted his cum into my pussy. It felt so right. What I always thought it would be.

Then the burning happened.

My allergic reaction to his cum swept through me. Doctors called it human seminal plasma hypersensitivity. I darted to the bathroom and the change happened in there. I grew a clit-dick and became the world’s first futa. Before the night was done, I’d fucked his step-sister, Janice, and his mother, Mrs. Albertson. I changed his family life forever, breeding both women.

Kurt and I broke up that night. I just didn’t like men any longer.

Now Mrs. Albertson had two lovers, her husband and her step-daughter, the pair sharing the MILF. She had a new child, Kurt’s half-sister, one of my futa-daughters. Janice had her futa-daughter, too. Despite this, Kurt and I remained close friends through college. I was happy he found his soulmate because—

“Thirty seconds, Madam President,” the male producer, whose name I was blanking on, said. It had to be a male because women lost control of their lusts around me, especially if I had never bred them, so all the crew were men so they could focus on their jobs.

“Right,” I said, breaking away from Sharron, her blue eyes glistening with tears of joy. I gave her a quick kiss. “Love you.”

“Love you, too,” she said. She was half my age, but just so wonderful. She had her father’s smile. It shone across those lips I loved to kiss.

I broke away from her and marched back onto stage. The studio audience murmured, restless during the two minute commercial break. Adelia straightened at the sight of me, the caramel-skinned talk show host looking so beautiful in her cream dress. It contrasted so richly with her delicious hue of skin.

I sat down the couch beside her, the three cameras aimed at us.

“And we’re life in five, four, three…” the producer said then silently mouthed, “Two, one.”

“We’re back with former president, Becky Woodward,” Adelia said. “And President-Elect Woodward, too. That’s going to get complicated. President of the United States and then President of the United Nations.”

“It’s quite the accomplishment,” I agreed, “but I thought we were talking about Kurt’s wedding. It’s such a meaningful time in my life and I was absolutely shocked when I got that phone call in the middle of Kansas.”

“After your naughty encounter with that cult and their virgin treats,” Adelia said, a purr to her voice.

I shivered, my futa-cock throbbing beneath my skirt. “Yes, so it was a very… off-balancing day. Here it was the end of September, only three months since Kurt and I graduated from college, and he met, fell in love with, and proposed to a girl in that short time.”

“That does sound sudden, but sometimes love just blossoms like that,” Adelia said.

I glanced at my pregnant wife, looking so beautiful with her strawberry-blonde hair spilling about her face. “Yes, it does.” I drew in a deep breath, fighting off the sting of joyful tears. “Well, I was ecstatic until he told me he didn’t want me to show up until the day before the wedding.

“He didn’t want me coming anywhere near his wife.”

“So you wouldn’t breed her?” asked Adelia, leaning forward.

“Of course. Kurt had shared every girl he dated with me in college. But… he never loved those girls. Not like he loved me. But with Rosemary, he finally found someone he could treasure. I wasn’t surprised he didn’t want to share. I even offered not to come to the wedding. I could stay away from Kurt and his wife for the rest of my life. But Kurt wanted me there. He said he had a plan to keep me distracted.”

Adelia gave me a wicked smile. “Did that plan involve pussy?”

I arched an eyebrow at her. “What do you think?”

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June 10th, 2022

I stepped out of the small Amtrak station in Seattle, Washington. Riding a train was a safer way to travel across the country then risking a flight. I mean, what would happen if I set off an orgy in a plane? Would all those people moving around shift the weight?Amtrak let me have my own private cabin where I could control the fun. Sure, I enjoyed a couple women on my journey from West Texas. I was in that part of the country the last month spending time with these Christian churches who embraced me as part of Gods plan. They had some many their virginal daughters, and hot wives, in need of my “miraculous” seed.

Now sitting on the bench, watching the evening traffic slide down the street, I shivered. The wedding was tomorrow. I had to go the entire day without fucking the bride. I would do my best, but… women grew so crazy to have sex with me. Denying them… Well, that never worked well. I didn’t see how this wouldn’t end with Kurt having a bred bride on his honeymoon.

I didn’t want to break my word.

“I shouldn’t have come,” I muttered for the hundredth time today. My stomach twisted as I waited for Kurt to arrive. “This is going to backfire.”

I rubbed my hands together, my feet squeezing around my backpack resting on the sidewalk before me. It held my spare change of clothes and extra socks and panties. I’d shed most of my personal possessions to be a vagabond. I was rich thanks to the Ms. Bred Pageant and all the sponsorship I did in college. I didn’t need to wander around like a hobo, but it was just… something to do. To experience new people. See the world.

I should get back to it. Stay away. I could head into the station, get on the train before it left, and be far away before the wedding. Kurt could have his bride untouched by me. He had to know he was playing with fire by inviting me.

The squeak of brakes lifted my attention. Kurt’s pickup truck pulled up, a big, black thing totally impractical for someone living in Seattle to drive, especially someone with a degree in history. The passenger door flew open and…

“Dona?” I blinked at the brunette girl who flounced out. She’d let her hair grow out longer from when I last saw her at our graduation last year, and there was no sign of her nose ring at all. But she still had that naughty, smiling face, her petite body clad in a short skirt and a tank top molding to her small breasts.

“Hey, Becky,” she said, squirming. “Oh, my god, you’re so tan. And you’re hair. It’s soooo blonde now.”

“A year in the sun,” I told her, flying off the bench and rushing to one of my college friends. Her and Kaelea helped me accept that it was okay I made women so horny they had to fuck me. I hugged her and planted a quick, hot kiss on her mouth, making my futa-dick swell up in my jeans I wore. “How’s Danielle.”

“Our daughter is four and just full of unanswerable questions,” Dona said, a big smile crossing her lips. “She’s starting preschool in the fall. Preschool, Becky!”

Before I could process that, Kurt appeared, strolling around from the other side of the cab, that big, friendly smile on his lips, his blue eyes shining with joy. He had his red hair cut even shorter than last time, and comb into a neat appearance. His clothing fit him better, too. I felt a woman’s touch in his appearance; the effect caused by someone who cared about what he looked like.

“Becky!” he breathed before he swept me up in his arms.

“God, it’s good to see you, Kurt,” I groaned. “I can’t believe it’s been a year. And you… Getting married.”

“I know,” Kurt said, rocking me in his arms. He broke away. “I can’t wait for tomorrow. I’m almost giddy, you know? Damn, just full of so much energy.”

“And no visiting Rosemary to satiate it tonight,” Dona said, a naughty twinkle in her eyes. “Though they snuck off during the rehearsal yesterday and did it in the supply closet.”

“Rosemary’s idea,” Kurt said, a big grin on his face.

“She sounds like a special woman,” I said. God, I hoped I could keep my promise. I would try so, so hard.

“You have no idea,” Kurt said. His eyes swept across the station. “Is that it? Just a backpack?”

“What more does a hitchhiker need to travel across America?”

“I guess so,” Kurt said. He grabbed it and threw it behind the seat. I frowned at the truck cab. “You only have the two seats.”

“You’re my seat, Becky,” Dona said, patting my futa-cock bulging the front of my jeans. “We’re going to make sure you have all the pussy your cock needs to get you through the wedding. Starting with mine.” She lifted her skirt right there on the street, flashing her shaved pussy, a landing strip of brown hair leading to her engorged labia.

“Damn,” I groaned, my futa-dick throbbing in my pants.

“What else are friends for?” Dona asked, a big grin on her lips.

“True,” I said and climbed into the cab. I deftly popped my jeans’ fastener and unzipped my fly. In moments, my huge girl-dick thrust out before me.

Dona climbed up into the cab, slid her lithe body between me and the dashboard, her rump facing me. Then she sank towards my lap. I aimed my cock at her dripping pussy. I whimpered at the folds of her pussy caressed my dick, her body wiggling.

“Ooh, I missed this dick,” Dona groaned. “My boyfriend just isn’t this hung.”

I squirmed, realizing how little I thought about my friends from college. I hadn’t talked to Chris and Tiffany more than three times and hadn’t heard from Hank at all. Janice and I traded a few texts, and Mrs. Albertson remembered my twenty-third birthday back in April.

“Ooh, yes, yes, yes, I love this cock!” Dona groaned as she sank all the way down my dick, her naked rump pressed into my crotch, her thighs silky against mine. She squirmed around, stirring her pussy around my dick. “Mmm, this is the only way to drive.”

“Yes,” I groaned, my dick throbbing in hot pussy.

Kurt climbed into the driver seat and put his truck into gear. Her pulled out into traffic as I enjoyed the delight of Dona’s cunt wrapped about my futa-dick. She was so hot and juicy, and so tight. Not virgin tight, but still a wonderful treat.

“Damn,” I groaned, rubbing my cheek into her back, feeling the cotton of her tank top. “Mmm, Dona, I missed your pussy. Such a nice snatch.”

“One of the best,” Dona said. “Right, Kurt?”

“Definitely,” Kurt said. They used to date, too, right after we broke up.

“So… how did you and Rosemary meet,” I said, staring at Kurt. “I want deets.”

The smile that broke across Kurt’s face told me everything I needed to know. He really loved Rosemary. It shone across his face and gave his normally friendly grin a charm to it that made me envious of this Rosemary. She would get everything I once thought I’d have with Kurt.

I hoped she loved him back just as fiercely.

“We sat by each other on a flight down to Vegas,” Kurt said. “I was going to have some fun right after graduation.”

“And debauchery,” Dona said, her pussy clenching down on my dick.

“Definitely,” Kurt said, nodding his head as he navigated through the Seattle streets. “I didn’t expect to be seated next to this amazing woman. We just started talking, she was going down for a wedding, and… we just clicked. I don’t know how to describe it except it we both just felt it. This attraction for each other.

“It was… I know it sounds cliche, but it was magnetic. She pulled me towards her. I ended up being her plus one for the wedding. Instead of gambling and hitting strip clubs, I was having a blast at a wedding were I literally knew no one else. I barely even knew Rosemary.” He smiled. “Watching her dance the Macarena was… special.”

“White girl dancing?” I asked, my futa-dick twitching inside of Dona.

“You have no idea,” he said, his smile only growing broader. “Then she went and caught the bouquet. She whirled around and brandished at me, saying, ‘Not good for you, buddy.’ And I just knew I would marry her. Right then and there. Everyone says love at first sight isn’t real, but it happened. We’re proof of it. I mean, we’re buying a house, Becky. It’s in escrow. A house!”

“You’re growing up,” I said, hugging Dona tight.

She shivered on me and worked her pussy up and down my girl-dick. “Mmm, growing up happens to us all. I mean, your clit grew up into this big dick.”

“Oh, that’s a terrible joke,” I moaned, my hands sliding up to grope her breasts. “I should have Kurt pull over and leave you on the curb. No futa-cock for you.”

“Then she’d miss out on the orgy,” Kurt added.

My head perked up at the O word.

“We’re having a party at your hotel room,” Dona said. “All part of the plan. You won’t feel the need to wander off and find a certain bride with all us keeping your cock distracted with pussy. We’re all sooooo eager for it.”

I grinned at that as she bounced more on my girl-dick. I shivered, loving the feel of her pussy. She leaned forward, bracing her elbows on the dashboard. She leveraged her hips upward, sliding her cunt up my futa-cock.

Pleasure spilled down my shaft. I groaned at the silky delight of her pussy working up and down my girl-dick. It was such an incredible feel. It made me groan. My toes curled as the pleasure spilled through me. The streets of Seattle passed as she fucked her pussy up and down my futa-dick.

“Damn, Dona, I love this plan,” I whimpered.

“Of course you do,” Kurt said. “You’re the horniest person in the world.”

“Horniest futa!” Dona gasped, her pussy squeezing down on my futa-dick. “Oh, yes, yes, yes, I’ve missed this dick!”

She slammed her cunt down my cock, her hot flesh caressing my dick. My tip throbbed as it drank in the silky friction of her hot sheath working faster and faster up and down my shaft. I shuddered, my hands squeezing her tits through her tank top.

The pleasure flowed down my shaft to my own pussy. My snatch grew hotter and hotter, the heat reaching my ovaries. They quivered with a load of futa-seed for Dona’s pussy. I shifted in the chair, little moans escaping my lips as she worked that delicious cunt up and down my dick.

Faster and faster.

She slammed her rump down to smack into my crotch. Her hair danced about her shoulders. Her juices coated my dick, working that slick cunt up and down my shaft. I groaned as the pleasure built and built inside of my ovaries.

“Shit!” I gasped, my hands squeezing her tits, her nipples so hard through her thin cloth. “Oh, shit, yes, yes, yes!”

“Cum in me!” she groaned. “Cum in my pussy, please, Becky!”

She slammed her cunt down my girl-dick as we pulled off the street into a hotel parking lot. We drove towards the valet station as my pussy clenched. Dona’s hot cunt squeezed down on my shaft as she rose up it.

The sensations shot through me. I let out an explosive moan. My cum fired out of my girl-dick. It flooded into her body. Such rapture surged through me. It left me quivering and groaning, my head smacking back into the seat.

“Yes!” she hissed. Then her pussy joined me in convulsing rapture.

I groaned at that delicious delight of her cunt milking my dick. Her silky walls worked about my shaft, drawing out every drop of cum I had in me. I groaned, my heart thudding away in my chest as I loved this moment.

Such a treat. Such an absolute delight to experience.

My pleasure peaked in me as the passenger door opened. The valet in the red vest and white shirt gasped as the sight of us writhing together in orgasmic passion, Dona moaning as my final blast of cum spurted into her juicy pussy.

“Ooh, I needed that,” Dona said, her body shivering. Then she blinked at the valet. “Mmm, help me down, cutie.”

“Uh… yeah,” the young man said, his hair spiked up with that wet, gel look. He took her hand.

I moaned as she slid off my futa-cock.

His eyes bulged. “Holy shi… shoot. You’re Becky. The futanari.”

“I am,” I said, smiling at him, my hard dick quivering, adorned with pussy juices. I followed Dona out of the cab, my cock bouncing before me. “You have yourself a good night.”

“Feel free to rub one out thinking about us,” Dona purred to the valet as I led her into the Red Lion Hotel where the wedding was being held.

I giggled, watching the valet’s jaws drop. I whispered to Dona, “You are a wicked thing.”

“Uh-huh,” she groaned. “I spent the last year working in an office. I need this.”

I grinned at her as she led me to the elevator. When I noticed the line of cum running down her thighs, I didn’t hesitate to swipe up my pearly spunk. I clung to my finger, looking so yummy. I smeared it on my lips and kissed her.

Her tongue fluttered out, swiping it up while my futa-dick pressed into her belly, rubbing on the cotton of her tank top. In moments, the elevator dinged and she broke apart from me, yanking me out and hurrying down the hall to my hotel room, provided by Kurt.

She reached it and knocked hard. “I got her! Open up!”

To my surprise, Chris opened the door. The nerdy guy stood there, glasses on his face, wearing a t-shirt with a video game character on it, a pair of jeans on his skinny legs. In seconds, his arms were around me, not caring my hard dick nudged his stomach.

“It’s good to see you, Becky,” he said.

“Mmm, Chris, it is,” I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He felt baby-smooth. I wondered if he even shaved yet. I mean, he was twenty-three like me, but he still felt like a boy. “If you’re here, that must mean Tiffany is, too.”

“Right here,” Tiffany purred.

Chris’s blonde wife, they married before we finished college, stood in the center of the room, naked, her brown hair spilling about her cute face. Her round breasts looked so ripe, and her stomach had a slight curve to it and…

“You’re pregnant?” I gasped.

“Our first,” Chris said as I went to his naked wife, my hand going to her bred belly while my lips found hers.

Chris loved to watch me fuck his wife. He was totally into futanari. He doted on my daughter with Tiffany, too. I knew he would spend the evening in the corner, jerking his cock until he could fuck his wife’s cunt sloppy with my jizz.

It made my futa-cock throb as it nuzzled wet against her belly. Tiffany’s lips were so hot and hungry on mine, her tongue dancing against mine as her arms snaked around my blonde hair, holding me tight against her.

“Ooh, that’s hot,” another familiar voice said.

I broke the kiss with Tiffany and glanced at the bed where Janice and her step-mother, Mrs. Albertson, cuddled naked in taboo passion. Mrs. Albertson’s large tit pressed into her daughter’s equally big breast, their pillowy mounds looking so delicious together. A fat, dark-red nipple grazed a pink nub as the two women shuddered together. Janice’s short bob of brown hair framed that naughty, round face while Mrs. Albertson had the same fiery-red hair of her son, Kurt, giving the MILF such a wild look to her.

“Ooh, this is going to be a fun night,” I groaned.

“Yes, it will be,” Mrs. Albertson and her daughter purred together. They broke apart and rolled off the bed. The moved towards me from opposite sides of the hotel bed, their tits jiggling.

It looked so coordinated. I giggled, picturing them practicing this sensual sway.

Janice furrowed her brow, giving me an annoyed look.

“Sorry,” I said, waving my hand. “Don’t mind me. I’ve been traveling all day.”

“And fucking naughty women on the train?” Tiffany asked as she led Dona to the bed.

“I bet she has,” Chris groaned. “Ooh, are you eating out Dona’s creampie, Tif?”

“Yep, yum,” Tiffany purred.

I shuddered. “Yes, I was fucking women. It was exhausting.”

“Liar,” Janice purred as she and her step-mother reached me.

In unison, the busty mother and daughter fell to their knees, their pillowy tits swaying. Janice’s were slightly perkier than her mother’s heavy tits. They both were beautiful, though. They made me ache as their hands seized my huge shaft thrusting out before me.

I groaned as they stoked me and brought their mouths to my spongy crown. Their cheeks rubbed together, Janice’s brown hair merging into her mother’s fiery locks. Then their lips were nibbling on the edges of my cock, both so hot and wet.

Both so delicious.

Pleasure shot down my shaft as I enjoyed the taboo blowjob from the two women. Their tongues flicked out, caressing my sensitive tip and each other. It was so hot as mother and daughter nuzzled against each other, loving each other.

It made me tremble. It made my pussy drip juices. Their other hands grabbed my jeans, working them down my legs. They bunched my jeans around my ankles then stroked up my thighs to my cute boy shorts, a soft lilac color. I wore boy short panties because they gave my cock more room while still feeling cute and feminine.

They peeled those down, exposing my blonde bush adorning my soaked pussy. Mother and daughter’s fingers found my juicy pussy lips as they kept sucking and nibbling on the tip of my cock, sharing my passion.

“Oh, damn, I missed you both,” I groaned.

“Mmm it’s so naughty when they suck you together,” Dona moaned. Then she gasped. “Ooh, Tiffany, yes, yes, work that tongue into my twat. Scoop out all of Becky’s cum.”

“All of it!” groaned Chris as he unzipped his pants.

I didn’t mind if he stroked his little dick. It was hot having an audience, even if it was a guy I had no interest in fucking. Just being watched made me wet. My hands peeled off my tank top, exposing my round breasts, both paler than my arms and neck, giving me a farmer’s tan.

Or a hitchhikers tan.

My tits swayed as I groaned. Mrs. Albertson swallowed my cock entirely, bobbing her mouth up and down it twice before popping her mouth off. My dick quivered for a heartbeat without stimulation, then Janice sucked it, eyes closed as she tasted her mother’s saliva adorning my dick.

They swapped my cock back and forth, sucking a few times before popping off and trading. It was so naughty going from one hot mouth to another, from mother to daughter than back to mother again. Their tongue swirled about my crown while their fingers played with my pussy.

They both jabbed two into my cunt.

“Yes!” I moaned as their four digits pumped into me, moving at different rhythms. They slid through my silky depths, sending pleasure racing up to the tip of my dick buried in Mrs. Albertson’s mouth.

“Mmm, you’re going to cum all over our faces,” Janice purred before taking over sucking my dick.

“Just coating our faces,” the MILF moaned, her green eyes glassy with lust. “Then we’re going to lick each other clean.”

“Yes!” I whimpered, my pussy clenching about their probing fingers. “All over your faces.”

The MILF swallowed my dick while her daughter groaned, “Ooh, we want you to bathe us.”

I shivered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. It was so hard to think about Rosemary—that nubile, delicious bride—lurking somewhere in this hotel, her pussy in need of being bred. She needed my cum pumping into her cunt. I’d plant my futa-daughter into her womb.

No, no, I couldn’t do that.

Mother and daughter swapped my cock again, their mouths both so hot, their tongues both so naughty. The pleasure built and built in my pussy as they teased me. They worked their fingers in and out of my cunt faster and faster. My eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure swelled through me. It was so intense. It brought me to the verge of erupting.

I could just find Rosemary and breed her. Just breed her soon-to-be-married pussy and—

“Fuck!” I groaned.

My cock erupted.

My pussy convulsed around the mother and her step-daughter’s digits. My futa-jizz boiled out of the tip of my dick. Janice popped her mouth off my dick, taking the first load in her mouth. But the second painted a ropy line across her face and her mother’s. I shuddered, pleasure surging through me as I squirted again and again.

I coated Janice’s young face and her mother’s mature features. I coated them in my pearly jizz. My round tits heaved every time I erupted. Pleasure spiked through me, joining the bliss washing out of my cunt.

“Ooh, yes, yes!” I panted, loving that feel. My toes curled in my boots. “That’s great.”

“Mmm, it was,” Janice moaned, my jizz dripping off her features. Then she turned her head and kissed her mother hard on the mouth.

They traded my jizz back and forth as they shard their forbidden kiss. Their large tits, both splattered in drops of my pearly spunk, pressed together. They sank to the floor of the hotel room, loving each other.

Rosemary was around here. I just had to—

“Tiffany, yes!” squealed Dona. “Oh, my god, you’re so good at that.

I lifted my head and groaned at the sight of Tiffany’s shaved pussy aimed right at me, her pregnant pussy on display, dripping with her juices. Her dream ran down her thighs. The swell of her bred belly swayed beneath her.

My girl-dick throbbed.

As Tiffany feasted on Dona’s pussy, I ripped off my boots with hard tugs, dropping them by the mother and step-daughter writhing in their taboo passion. I worked off my jeans and panties then I advanced, my cock hard.

Chris stroked his dick faster, watching my futa-cock approach his wife’s pregnant pussy. I winked at him as I mounted the bed. He groaned, biting his lower lip. He really, really got off on me fucking his wife.

“Yes, yes, yes, Becky, do it!” Dona moaned, her dark eyes meeting mine. “Just ram it into the pregnant slut while I cum again on her mouth.”

“Mmm, I like that idea,” Tiffany moaned, her hips wiggling.

I brought my futa-dick to her pregnant pussy. I’d never fucked a woman bred by her own husband. This was so naughty. Rosemary faded from my mind as I slid my cock up and down Tiffany’s slit. Here was a cunt I couldn’t breed and that was…

Novel.

Different.

I nuzzled my cock into her folds. I rubbed it up and down her, loving the way she caressed me. It made me tingle. I groaned at the way her pussy kissed my dick. Her silky lips caressed the spongy tip, sending pleasure to my own dripping cunt.

Then, with a grunt, I rammed into her pregnant depths.

My eyes widened at the feel of her hot, juicy cunt wrapped about my cock. Chris groaned as I cuckolded him, sliding into the very pussy he bred. Into his wife’s cunt. My hands squeezed her hips. I licked my lips, my hips undulating, sliding around, stirring up her pussy.

It brought such a smile to my lips as I drew back through her silken grip. Her pussy was so tight. The friction so succulent to enjoy. I shivered, my cunt drinking in the sensations flowing down my cock as I rammed back into her.

She moaned into Dona’s cunt.

“Ooh, yes, yes, she loved that,” Dona moaned, her hands squeezing her small breasts as she stared at me. “Just fuck that pregnant slut while her wimpy husband watches.”

“Yes, yes, make my wife cum!” groaned Chris. “Please, Becky.”

The words made me grin. My hands slid around Tiffany’s waist to grip her pregnant belly. I stroked the fertile curve as I pounded her cunt. I rammed my futa-dick again and again into her depths, churning her up, reveling in the feel of her about me.

Pleasure spilled through my body. My tits heaved as I moaned. My blonde hair danced about my face. Tiffany whimpered, her head moving as she nuzzled into Dona’s pussy. Pleasure crossed my friend’s face as she ground on the pregnant wife’s hungry mouth, the pair of us using her while Chris watched.

It made me thrust harder and faster. My orgasm built so fast as I used her juicy snatch. Her pregnant cunt clenched down on me. The friction was wonderful. It felt so incredible about my plunging girl-dick.

“Yes, yes, yes, Becky!” moaned the pregnant wife. “Ooh, fuck me while my husband watches. Fuck me with that huge cock! Ooh, it’s so much thicker than his. Longer! It’ll make me cum so much harder.”

“Oh, yes, yes, yes, please my wife,” the cuckold groaned, fisting his little dick so fast. The sounds of his strokes merged with the taboo moans of Mrs. Albertson and her daughter writhing in passion on the floor.

Were they sixty-nining? It sounded like it.

I shuddered realizing there was another wife I could cuckold. Mrs. Albertson’s husband would be in the hotel knowing his wife writhed in orgasmic passion with his daughter and me. I shuddered, pounding Tiffany’s cunt so fast.

And Rosemary… A bride… Which meant I could cuckold Kurt and…

I shook my head, concentrating on the delight of the pregnant pussy I fucked. I thrust as hard as I could into Tiffany’s snatch. Her hot cunt gripped me. She moaned louder and louder into Dona’s pussy, trembling.

Then her pussy went wild about my cock. She spasmed, clearly cumming. I shuddered, loving making a woman orgasm. My dick pleased her married, pregnant snatch. I shuddered, plowing into her convulsing depths.

“Ooh, your wife is cumming on my big futa-dick, Chris!” I moaned. “Like a whore!”

“I am her whore, honey!” groaned Tiffany into Dona’s pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Dona groaned. “Just a naughty whore. Ooh, right there… Fuck!”

Dona thrashed, joining Tiffany in orgasmic delight. I shivered, the convulsing flesh of Tiffany’s cunt bringing me closer and closer to erupting. She writhed about me, rippling. Her pregnant pussy begged for my jizz.

“Shit!” I groaned, my back arching. “Oh, shit, shit, shit!”

My futa-cum erupted. My spunk fired hard and fast. It was incredible. Such wondrous delight surged through my body. I whimpered as my cum boiled out of me. Blast after blast of jizz filled her married cunt.

“Take my jizz, slut!” I groaned. “Just take every drop.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Tiffany moaned. “Ooh, I love it. Chris, she’s filling my cunt with all her cum!”

“Ooh, now I get to fuck your sloppy pussy,” Chris moaned, releasing his cock.

I thrust a final time into his wife’s snatch. I unloaded a final drop. She kept feasting on Dona, my other friend bucking and writhing. Her moans still echoed, merging with Mrs. Albertson and Janice’s gasps from the floor.

“She’s all yours,” I moaned to the cuckold while ripping my girl-dick out of Tiffany’s depths. I scooted out of the way as Chris hurried over.

In moments, the nerdy guy was behind his wife. She moaned in contented delight as he slid in. She lapped at Dona’s pussy as her husband fucked her hard and fast with his little dick. Could she even feel him in her after I stretched her open with my monster-sized futa-cock?

“Ooh, it’s our turn, Mom!” Janice said, popping to her feet. Her face was smeared with her step-mother’s juices. “Ready for us, Becky?”

I nodded my head, eager to fuck a mother and her daughter.

Janice hauled her mother to her feet, the older woman’s lush face equally smeared in pussy cream, then the pair stretched out on the bed, Janice atop her mother, their lips meeting in a sensuous kiss, sharing the other’s juices, reveling in their forbidden passion.

Mrs. Albertson raised that busty girl squirming atop her. She was more a real mother to Janice than her actual one who died giving birth to her.

I shuddered, staring at Janice’s shaved snatch rubbing into her mother’s red-furred muff. I groaned at the wicked sight. It was such a treat, fucking from one pussy to another. But when one belonged to a mother and the other her daughter…

“Damn,” I groaned, Rosemary fading from my thoughts. I had something naughty to enjoy.

I knelt between their thighs, kneeling beside Chris as he grunted away at his wife’s pussy. I brought my dick to the two cunts before me, sliding from a furred muff to a bald twat. I loved the contrasting textures of silky hair and silky flesh.

But both were wet. Hot. They needed to be filled. They whimpered their taboo pleasure as they writhed together, tribbing their clits, giving each other pleasure as they waited for my girl-dick to ram into their depths.

With a groan, I thrust into Mrs. Albertson’s juicy snatch. I sank it on the older woman’s cunt, reveling in the heat of her married cunt, cuckolding her husband. She moaned into her daughter’s lips. Her hands grabbed Janice’s butt-cheeks, kneading them, parting her crack.

I shuddered, thrusting into her, my blonde bush smacking into Janice’s shaved twat as I reveled in her mother’s cunt. But I needed to enjoy the daughter, too. I swapped pussies, plunging into younger snatch. Tighter snatch.

“Ooh, yes, yes, yes, Becky!” Janice moaned, her pussy squeezing down on my futa-dick as she rotated her hips. “Damn, that’s good. Fuck me!”

“Yes, yes, fuck my daughter’s pussy!” Mrs. Albertson moaned.

I thrust a few strokes into Janice’s cunt, but I had to be back in the MILF’s depths. I ripped out of Mrs. Albertson’s daughter and plunged deep into her married snatch. She moaned, squeezing about me. They kissed again, the MILF’s fingers digging into Janice’s rump.

I swapped pussies over and over. I plunged back and forth from mother to daughter, mixing their pussy juices together. I stared at Janice’s supple back as she writhed atop her mother. She worked her hips, stirring around, grinding her clit into her mother’s hot and juicy snatch, her ass jiggling.

Her asshole winking at me.

I stared that puckered hole as I plunged into her mother’s pussy. A naughty tremble raced through me. A depraved idea. I pumped away a few times, driving Mrs. Albertson wild, then ripped my girl-dick out of her snatch. I moved it up and up, past Janice’s cunt.

I placed it against her asshole. Thrust.

“Holy shit, Becky!” Janice moaned as I sank my cock into her bowels. “You wicked futa, yes!”

Her asshole writhed about my cock. As I plunged into her velvety bowels, my cock lubed by her mother’s cunt, her orgasm surged through her body. She spasmed atop her mother as I buried to the hilt in her asshole. And fucked her hard.

“What did she do?” Mrs. Albertson moaned.

“She’s sodomizing me, Mom!” groaned Janice. “Oh, god, she’s fucking my asshole so hard.”

“I am!” I groaned. “Mmm, then I’m cumming back to your pussy, Mrs. Albertson.”

“Oh, that’s so nasty!” the mother groaned. “Ooh, you’ll fuck my pussy with a cock dirty with my daughter’s asshole?”

“Uh-huh!” I groaned.

“Ooh, do it!” Janice moaned, her back arching.

I ripped my girl-dick out of Janice’s convulsing asshole, moved lower past Janice’s cunt, and pressed into her mother’s soaked bush. I rammed into Mrs. Albertson’s cunt, sliding to the depths in her. Her pussy clenched about my cock, buffing it clean of her step-daughter’s asshole.

I shuddered at the depravity of it, my ovaries clenching, filling up with a load of cum. I thrust so hard, washing my cock clean of her daughter’s asshole. Her pussy was so hot around me. I whimpered my tits heaving, getting closer and closer to cumming.

“Oh, yes!” Mrs. Albertson groaned. “Oh, that’s so nasty! I’ve missed you, Becky, honey!”

Her pussy went wild about my girl-dick.

“Missed you, too!” I groaned, ripping my dick out of her convulsing pussy and slammed it back into Janice’s bowels.

Her asshole still writhed, her orgasm still rippling through her. She ground atop her mother as I pumped away at her asshole, getting my cock all dirty again. My pussy clenching, my ovaries so tight with cum.

Then I ripped out of Janice’s asshole and plunged into her mother’s spasming cunt. Mrs. Albertson’s climaxing pussy bathed my cock in hot juices. Her silky flesh massaged my dick, working around it, cleaning it up.

“This is so filthy!” groaned Mrs. Albertson. “I love it!”

“Yes!” I panted, trembling as I plowed into her. “Oh, it’s good.”

I ripped out of her pussy, my dick dripping in her juices. I readjusted. It was easy, Mrs. Albertson’s hands keeping Janice’s butt-cheeks spread wide apart, and plunged into the daughter’s quivering asshole. I sank into her velvety depths.

“Ooh, yes, yes, yes, she’s back in me, Mom!” she howled. “Oh, damn, I’m cumming again.”

“That’s so hot,” Dona moaned beside us as I buggered Janice hard and fast. “Ooh, yes, yes, yes, cum in her asshole, Becky. I’m going to lick her clean.”

“Yes!” Chris groaned. “Oh, fuck, yes!”

“Ooh, honey, add your cum to my pussy’s sloppy depths!” whimpered Tiffany.

I shivered, the debauchery in the hotel room, our reunion orgy, burning around me. I loved it. I pumped my cock hard and fast into Janice’s asshole, pressing her atop her writhing mother. I groaned, my pussy growing tighter, my ovaries boiling.

I exploded.

My cum fired out of my futa-dick.

Waves of euphoric darkness washed across my visions.

Stars danced across my vision.

Pussy juices gushed down my thighs.

I reveled in the rapture crashing through my body. It was incredible. It was stupendous. My eyes rolled back in my head. My heart hammered in my chest. I groaned and whimpered, my dick throbbing in Janice’s bowels as her writhing asshole milked my cock dry.

“Damn,” I groaned, trembling. “Oh, it’s so wonderful to be back with you all.”

“Uh-huh,” Tiffany moaned as she and her husband cuddled together.

“Ooh, rip out of her asshole so I can enjoy her!” Dona moaned, licking her lips.

I did, grunting as my cock slid out of Janice’s bowels. Kurt’s step-sister scrambled off his mother and knelt beside us, wiggling her ass at Dona. She bent down and buried her face between Janice’s butt-cheeks, licking up my cum.

I shivered, satiated for the moment, but just knowing that Rosemary was out there, that there was this unbred woman in need of my futa-cum, made my dick ache and throb. I would need pussy around me at all time.

Pussy that I could breed. I loved Dona and Mrs. Albertson, Janice and Tiffany, but they were already impregnated by me. I’d knocked them up once. I’d never had a woman conceive a second child with me. So they weren’t what I truly craved.

Rosemary was in this hotel somewhere. I wanted to go find her. I ached for it. but I wanted to keep my promise. I had to keep it. I wouldn’t let Kurt down.

So I looked down at his mother quivering before me, her pussy needing to be filled with cum. I slammed into her flesh with my cock dirty with her step-daughter’s asshole. The MILF groaned as I filled her, a big smile crossing her lips as she buffed my futa-dick clean. Her large breasts bounced as I plowed into her while her hot snatch gripped me.

It had to do. For now.

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April 17th, 2047

“The promise was very important to you,” Adelia said, her voice grave.

“Of course. Kurt’s special.” I smiled, glancing out at the studio audience. “He’s the only guy I ever made love to. My first time. And you never forget that, do you?”

“No,” Adelia said, a soft smile spreading on her lips, her eyes growing distant for a moment. “No, you don’t.”

I didn’t know if she was remember her first time ever, or our first time when she interviewed me nineteen or so years ago. “So I would do anything for him. It scared me that I might hurt him. What really worried me was the wedding the next day. I knew any hotel conference room wouldn’t be too big. What if I couldn’t keep far enough away from Rosemary. She might just lose control in the middle of the ceremony and fuck me. As I fucked Mrs. Albertson, I could only think about Rosemary in her wedding white, looking so yummy.”

“But Kurt had a plan?” Adelia asked.

“I just hoped it would be enough.”

To be continued…

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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…”

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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.

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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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