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Angela and her party meet Thrak the orc barbarian while Serisia, Thrak’s dead wife, haunts the party as she searches for the woman to love the orc.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Three: Barbaric Splendor
Chapter Five: The Barbarian’s Wife
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.

Thrak – Red Eye Tribal Lands, Larg Federation

“Which woman is it?” I asked my dead wife.

“I do not know,” Serisia answered as she slipped to the ground before me. “But one of them will rescue your grieving heart.”

“Never,” I answered as I stared down at her pale face framed by light-brown hair. The bone piercings adorning her ears, eyebrows, and nose made her seem more orcish than her human heritage. “I will never stop grieving you.”

Her eyes were sad as she slid her hand up my swarthy legs beneath my kilt. I groaned as her cool grip seized my cock, stroking me. I responded to her need. She was a phantasm, manifesting her presence in this world by ingesting my seed.

“You will never forget me,” she smiled, “but you deserve to be happy again. I want it. She is down there. I know it.”

“How?” I growled, anger in my voice. I didn’t want to give Serisia up. Ten years she had been mine before the Ghost Wolves stole her. She was more orc than all the females of my tribe.

“Something is happening,” she answered, her hand sliding up and down my cock. “Whispers trickle through the Astral Realm. Prophecies are being fulfilled. One of those women will change the world, and you are meant to help her.”

“Is she the one I’ll love?”

“I don’t know.” Serisia shook her head as she pushed up my kilt with her left hand, exposing my thick cock, the tip pierced by a ring of white bone. I groaned as her tongue swirled around the tip of my dick, warmer than her hand.

“Serisia,” I groaned as her tongue played with the ring, tugging on the tip of my cock. “Tell me who approaches. Describe them.” Her mouth engulfed my cock. Her hand stroked my thick shaft as she sucked.

I stared out at the approaching women. Three were humans on horseback, the fourth a naked elf, a bow gripped in her hand. She was busty and graceful, taller than a human, the height of an orc female, but she was far slimmer.

She seemed too fragile, like my Serisia had been.

Two of the women were robed, one in white of a priestess and the other in red—a Journeyman Mage of the Collegiate Tower. My eyes settled on the last woman. She was a warrior. A knight of Deute or Voizu, her red hair burning as it spilled across the shiny pauldrons of her armor. She rode a massive charger, a horse bred for war.

“One is magnificent,” I groaned, my hips thrusting my cock in and out of my wife’s hot mouth. My hand ran through her soft hair. “A warrior. Strong, proud, her sword drawn as she leads her party.”

Serisia moaned about my cock. Her hand stroked the base of my shaft faster. Her other hand gripped my thick balls, massaging them. My large hand gripped her head, sliding her mouth up and down my cock.

“She is a woman like you.”

Serisia’s blowjob grew louder, a wet, sloppy sound. Her brown eyes stared up at me, hope in them. My heart beat faster. My grip tightened on her head as I forced my cock deeper into her mouth. She didn’t fight it, letting my cock slid down her throat.

Her moans caressed my dick as she swallowed. I snarled, my balls churning, massaged by her hands. She squeezed hard, adding a splash of pain to the bliss humming around my cock. My hips drew back and slammed my dick into her throat, pressing her lips into my black pubic hair. I stared at the human warrior.

“I have never seen hair that color,” I growled. “It burns with passion.”

Her hand let go of my balls. She wrapped her arms around my waist, gripping my ass, pulling me in harder. She moaned her delight as I roughly fucked her throat. My Serisia only looked delicate. She could be fucked as hard as an orc female.

Could this knight?

My fingers tightened in Serisia’s hair. Her moans hummed around my cock. Her fingernails dug deep into my ass while my balls thwacked against her chin. They boiled. I growled and threw back my head, roaring out my pleasure for all to hear as my cum burst into Serisia’s mouth.

My wife moaned as she drank, her cool fingers becoming a little warmer. She shuddered, her eyes squeezing shut and soft mewls moaned around my cock as the spirit orgasmed. I sucked in deep breaths as I studied the knight drawing ever closer.

Her eyes were hard. I smiled.

Serisia slid her mouth off my cock and rose. She pressed against my side and leaned up to nuzzle in my ear. “The knight might be the one. I can hear life in your voice again.”

My eyebrows furrowed. “How long until you leave me?”

“I can’t stay forever.” Tears burned in her eyes. “As much as I would love to. But I will be on the other side watching you, being happy for you, and waiting for you and your new love. Remember what the shamans say, ‘Life is merely a dream we all must wake from.’ I’m already half awake. I can’t keep drowsing. But I’ll be eager for you to wake up and join me.”

She kissed my lips. I closed my eyes and held her until her body vanished. I took a deep breath. She was still around, her scent lingered in my nose. I gazed down at the approaching women as they reached the base of the hill.

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Journeyman Mage Faoril

“The spirit has vanished,” Xera reported.

The orc was a dark figure atop the hill. The corpses Xera had spotted lay butchered down the slopes, blood matting the thick grass, birds pecking at the corpses. I covered my nose against the stench with my left hand, the right gripping a vial of cum, ready to down it if I needed my magic.

“And the spirit really gave him a blowjob?” Sophia asked, her delicate face twisting in disgust. Like me, she held her hand over her nose. It did not help.

Xera nodded. “Now he waits for us, arms crossed. I think he killed all these orcs.”

“By himself?” Angela asked as she rode Midnight up the slope before us. The knight’s sword gripped in her hand, her knuckles white.

“Yes. I see an ax on him. And these wounds…” Xera shuddered. “These orcs were all hewn with the same weapon. They attacked the hill, firing arrows as they came up the slope, and one trail came down and killed them all.”

“Berserker,” Angela groaned. “I have heard some orcs can become consumed by battle lust and will fight with a reckless strength, not fearing wounds or death, only caring about killing.”

“Great,” Sophia muttered. “There’s our raging warrior. And he has a spirit. His lost love?”

I had heard the Lesbius Oracle’s prophecy given to Angela several times. I was: “The Grieving Mage who commands the elements.” An apt description. After failing my test to be a master mage, I had definitely grieved.

It still pained my heart how I had ruined my chance to achieve the august rank through sheer carelessness. But that was why I was on the quest. I would restore the High King’s broken sword and prove I was worthy of retesting. One day, I would wear the black robes and stand high amongst my peers.

“We might still have to fight him,” Angela cautioned. “Be on your guard.”

“I hope not,” Sophia shuddered as we rode past an orc sheared in half.

The strength to do that astounded me. This orc on the hill would have to hew through a thick torso, organs, fat, and the spinal column in a single blow. It was easy to ram a thin dagger or a pointed sword through someone, the surface area at the end of the blade was small, but a broad ax’s head…

Who was this barbarian?

As we drew closer, his features resolved. His skin was a swarthy red-brown, his shoulders thick, his body powerful. He made even the brawniest human look small. He easily towered a head or more over the tallest man I met. Thick, woolly hair covered his head and scars adorned his naked chest. A dirty kilt clad his waist and legs to his knees, and he had a large ax hanging from his belt.

But it was his face that proved his barbarism. Fierce, glowering, bone piercings thrust through his nose and eyebrows. Thick piercings had elongated his earlobes, stretching them out with tapered bone plugs. They made him hideous and terrifying.

Uncultured and barbaric.

Like all the orcs. They all lived out on the tundra, killing and hunting, not living in proper cities. They dwelt always in hide tents, forever roaming the plains following the herds. They were known as the Larg Federation, but never appeared to cooperate with each other. The ever changing tribes of orcs always warred with their neighbors.

Which was good. Orc hordes were dangerous when a particularly brutal orc united the tribes into one cohesion and turned their aggression outward on the human lands.

And we had to travel with him?

“I am Thrak of the Red Eye Tribe,” the orc growled in clear Hamiltish, the language spoken in human lands. “I have kept vigil for nine nights waiting for your arrival. Destiny and omens have decried we shall travel together.”

Destiny and omens? What superstitious dribble.

“How?” Angela asked. “Why?”

“The spirit of my dead wife has seen beyond life,” he answered.

“The woman that was, um…” Sophia trailed off, her cheeks growing red.

“Serisia.” He said the word like a prayer. It was a Thosian name. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. He shook his head and fixed his eyes on Angela. “Knight, your Quest has taken you into perilous lands.”

“And it will take me into more dangers before it is completed,” Angela answered.

“You will never survive,” he declared in a blunt rumble.

“We will be fine,” I snapped. “I am a mage of the council. I command the elements. With a thought, I could hang you in the air and leave you stuck while we continue on.”

His eyes fell on me, his jaw tightened. “You will not survive, Mage. But I can lead you through. I can guide you. It is why I have waited here.”

Angela looked down at the slope. “And the dead?”

“Enemies.”

Angela turned around and looked at Sophia. The acolyte’s face was pale. She shook her head. “I…”

“You are our leader, Angela,” Xera said. “His words are blunt but honest. We do not even know exactly where we are going.”

“It is on the peninsula,” Angela answered. “We keep heading north and we shall find it.”

“You seek holy Murathi?” Thrak’s eyes were wide, his voice full of reverence. “You go on pilgrimage.”

“I seek the piece of the High King’s sword,” Angela answered.

Thrak closed his eyes. “I will come with you. The piece was given to Larg to be protected until the High King’s heir came for it.”

“Who entrusted Larg?” I asked. “I was taught the orcs looted the piece of the king’s sword and carried it off to Murathi as a trophy.”

“The woman with hair of fire,” Thrak said, his eyes narrowing on Angela and her bright-red hair. “She gave it to Larg. So all the stories tell. It was placed in Holy Murathi. I will lead you. Without me, you shall never live to reach it.”

“And how do we know you won’t kill us in our sleep?” I demanded. “My magic can win us through, Angela.”

“And the prophecy?” Angela asked. She turned to Thrak. “You are haunted by your wife?”

“Ever since I failed to protect her.” His voice grew hoarse, his eyes distant. “She wants me to accompany you, so I shall. I give you my word, on my honor as a Red Eye and upon my ax that I shall not betray you, Angela of the Redhair. I shall bleed and battle at your side. I shall lead you to Holy Murathi.”

“An orc’s word is worthless,” I hissed.

Thrak snorted, “I am talking to your leader. Be silent, woman. I do not care if you can wield the elements like a shaman, hurtle another childish insult at me and I shall discipline you across my knee.”

My mouth worked. His eyes were hard. He meant it. He would spank me. That was ridiculous. I drew myself up but Sophia laid a hand on mine and shook my head.

“Thrak of the Red Eye,” Angela said, “I accept your pledge, and I shall hold it to you. Know that I am Angela, Knight-Errant of Deute, and my sword will pierce your heart if you prove fickle.”

Thrak nodded, his grin widening. “I would expect nothing else, Angela Redhair.” His eyes flicked to my companions.

“Xerathalasia, but you can call me Xera.”

“Well met, Xerathalasia,” Thrak said, his jaw popping. “What a mouthful your name is. What does it mean?”

“Born beneath a sweet, spring shower,” Xera answered with a smile. “And what does Thrak mean.”

“Mighty cock,” laughed Thrak. “My father had high hopes for me. And my Serisia savored my girth stretching her open.”

My cheeks warmed and Sophia gagged.

“Sophia ev’Tith, Acolyte of Saphique. I am, uh, pleased to meet you.” Her words did not sound certain.
“Faoril Lesibourne,” I answered. “And how did you get a wife with a Thosian name? Kidnapping?”

“I showed her what a real male was like. She found her other suitors quite lacking.” Thrak smiled. “She was an orc born in a human body.” His smile faded and he closed his eyes. He fought against the pain. “There is still plenty of day. Shall we depart. We are still in the Red Eye lands. It will be safe travel.”

Angela glanced down the slope. “Yes, I can see that.”

I sighed. We were really taking an uncouth orc with us. He would probably try to rape us all thinking we wanted his thick, muscular body heaving over us. Orcs saw females as chattel. I had no doubts this Serisia was stolen on a raid and had no choice but to submit to his brutish lusts.

I shifted on my saddle, ignoring the hot itch as I gazed at Thrak’s muscular back, his swarthy skin crisscrossed with scars.

Uncouth indeed.

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Knight-Errant Angela

Thrak led us across the featureless plains. There was only grass with the occasional stunted trees. The land was folded, every hill looking the same as the last. If it wasn’t for the sun sinking towards my right, I would have no idea how to tell which way was north or how to keep us going in a straight line.

Thrak didn’t have that problem. He walked with purpose, a silent gait before us eating up the miles. Like Xera, he was at ease in the wilderness. The elf had unlimbered her bow, actually trusting Thrak and his claim of safety.

The elf seemed to like him. Xera had keen eyes. The orc’s words were forthright. He wasn’t the brutal animal the stories claim. Orcs rarely crossed the Rheyn Mountains to raid the Kingdom of Secare. But no mountains separated the orc lands from the Principalities of Zeutch, and an orc raider who slipped past the border forts could find himself inside the Magery of Thosi in merely a day or two.

Faoril rode stiffed-back, her eyes locked on the orc, her face twisted in anger and disgust. I sighed. Bickering between companions would grow tiresome fast.

As the sun sank lower, Thrak stopped us in a glade. “This will shelter us from the wind at night,” he said. “And I see plenty of dung for fire.”

“Dung?” Sophia groaned.

“Do you see anything else to burn?” Thrak asked.

“Uncouth,” muttered Faoril.

Thrak glanced at my sword. “After supper, I would enjoy sparring with you.”

A smile crossed my lips. He was muscular. Bigger than any human man. His scars were sexy. A hot itch had kept me aware of every step of my horse, my hot pussy rubbing on the leather saddle. I hadn’t sparred with anyone since…Kevin.

Did I ever really love him? I could remember sparring and…there were holes in my recollections like an apple gnawed on by a worm. I knew sparring made me horny. We must have fucked or made love afterwards, and yet I could only remember crossing blades with him.

What had Kevin done to hurt me? What made me so angry I would want to forget our relationship? Was my relationship with Sophia equally doomed? Could I really love anyone if I could excise them out of my mind?

I pushed aside my doubts. I loved Sophia. I had to believe I wouldn’t sabotage our relationship.

“I would enjoy that,” I nodded, glancing at Sophia.

Her delicate face was tight and her green eyes squeezed shut. I moved to her as she dismounted from purity and pulled her close, her small breasts pressing against her white robes. “You know what’s going to happen tonight?”

Sophia sighed and nodded.

I lifted her chin. “It doesn’t change how I feel.”

“I just don’t have a real cock,” Sophia muttered, “or strong muscles that make you wet.”

“You make me wet in other ways, slave,” I purred before capturing her lips in a kiss.

Sophia clung to me as we kissed, her arms tight about me as her tongue thrust into my mouth. A hot excitement rippled through me. Sophia did make me wet in other ways. I caressed her tongue as I held her tight.

I was breathless when we broke the kiss. “Come…on. Let’s get…camp set up.”

Sophia nodded, a smile on her lips. “Yes, Mistress.”

I slid down and gave her ass a squeeze. I could never imagine a man saying those two words. They were just for me and Sophia.

The horses grazed on the grass, hobbled to keep from wandering off, while we searched through the grass to gather dried dung. It didn’t have much smell, but I was glad for the small creek that ran through to wash my hands after we finished.

The fire had a…pungent aroma. Thrak added an herb to the fire and the smoke became bitter, but far more pleasant. Sophia nodded her head in approval as she spread out her bedroll by the fire and chatted with Faoril. We ate our trail rations while the smoke kept back the growing swarms of insects. I had never seen so many mosquitoes in my life.

And they were so big.

“Is that the point of the herb?” Xera asked as she sat atop a hilltop, her head swiveling as she kept watch.

“Yes,” Thrak growled. He turned to me. “Are you ready?”

I grinned at him. “Yes. I’ve been itching to spar for weeks.”

Thrak glanced at Sophia and Faoril, the two women talking as they lay on their bedrolls. “Yes. You have wanted for proper companionship.”

“Hey,” Sophia gasped, “I give her plenty of companionship.”

A smile grew on Thrak’s lips. “I have heard of the cult of lesbianism You and her…?”

“Sophia finds her way into any woman’s bedroll,” I laughed as we walked up to the hill, the sun painting orange across the grass.

“Orc females do not engage. They think it is demeaning. My Serisia’s one compliant was her urge to indulge with another woman from time to time went unfulfilled. I would have loved to watch that.”

“Every guy does,” I grinned. “A pity your orc females are too consumed with fucking men to realize that.”

I fell into my fight stance as I faced him. He swung his ax in deadly, sweeping arcs. It was a masterful weapon, made of Valyan steel. The twin ax blades gleamed orange as he swung his weapon, his swarthy skin rippling about his muscles.

Damn, he was sexy. My pussy clenched and a hot trickle ran down my thigh. I shifted my hips, my chainmail loin cloth jingling as it swayed between my legs. His eyes crossed my body, a noticeable bulge forming in his loincloth.

“Other orcs thought me weak for loving a human,” Thrak grinned. “But your kind does have their charms.”

“I’m seeing your appeal, too,” I grinned as I moved forward and swung my blade.

Our attacks were slow, sparring, moving through the forms more than trying to hit each other. We were fighting with live steel instead of blunted training weapons. This was dangerous. My heart beat with exhilaration as we traded blows and circled each other.

Thrak’s swings were with purpose, not wild or uncoordinated. He knew how to fight with an ax. Stories may paint orcs as uncivilized, but they must have weapon masters who had figured out sophisticated techniques.

“You have skill,” Thrak nodded.

“You sound surprised. Don’t female orcs fight?”

“Our females disdain manly weapons,” he growled. “They fight with magic and knives. Men protect them.”

“Pity,” I grinned. “I bet there are amazing fighters being overlooked.”

“Perhaps.” He swung at me and I parried, our weapons clinging. I repost and drove him back. “Life is cheap out here. Females are too important for the tribe’s future to be squandered in foolishness.”

“Foolishness? I thought orcs lived for battle.”

“Foolishness,” he repeated as he slashed his ax at me, driving me back.

Our weapons rang as we danced around each other. The sun sank lower, twilight deepening the sky while we fought. My heart raced. It was wonderful to train with another warrior, to match my skill against his where our lives were not at stake.

“You are good,” he said again. “Swift and nimble. You have been trained to fight a larger, stronger opponent.”

“I sparred with men all the time.” My smile grew. “Sparring has always made my blood pound. Forfeit games were not uncommon in the chapterhouse.”

“Forfeit?”

“If you lose, you forfeit something.”

“A wager,” he nodded. “What?”

“Well, if I win, I will make you fall to your knees and devour my pussy.” I swung my sword in hard, his ax raising to block.

“And if I win?”

“Well, I’ll fall to my knees and worship that cock tenting your kilt.” I licked my lips. “I’m always such a slut after sparring.”

Thrak laughed and threw his arms wide. “I think we shall be sparring a lot, Angela Redhair.”

I nodded my head in agreement.

Our sparring became serious. There were stakes. I gasped and he growled as our weapons rang across the plain. Night settled on the world, our steel flashing with starlight. His strength was impressive. I found myself forced back into retreat.

The footing grew treacherous in the dark. I was losing anyways when I tripped, but it hastened the end of the fight. I landed on my back with a gasp, the grass tickling my thighs. Thrak stood over me, his ax raised.

“Yield?” he asked as he casually placed his foot on my sword arm. He didn’t wear boots but was barefoot. I hadn’t realized before.

“Yes,” I answered, my thighs squeezing together. “I guess I have to pay the forfeit.”

Thrak smiled at my sultry purr. He stood back and set his ax in the grass. His hands undid the belt holding up his kilt. The felt wrapping fell off his body, leaving him naked and powerful. My eyes widened—the tip of his cock was pierced by bone.

“You are wild,” I smiled as I undid the buckles holding my half-breastplate and half-backplate together. They came apart, revealing my round breasts to his hungry eyes. I stood up and removed my sword belt. It dropped along with my chainmail loincloth which hung from it. I peeled off my bracers and stood only in my boots and greaves.

“Well?” I asked.

“You need piercings,” he laughed, reaching out to squeeze my large breasts. “But your tits almost rival an orc female. But theirs are not so pale and creamy.”

I shuddered as his calloused hands squeezed my tits. Each was large enough to cover my whole breast. His thick fingers sank into my pillowy flesh. I purred as his thumb caressed over my hard nipple. His other hand went around my back, pulling me against his hard girth.

“I think my nipples are just fine the way they are,” I groaned. “I’m no priestess.”

“They prove your strength,” grinned Thrak. “Serisia pierced her body. She was so strong when her nipples were pierced. She did not cry out in pain, only squeezed my hand.”

“Do you want to talk about your dead wife or feel my mouth on your cock?”

He hesitated, then his hand squeeze my ass. “You are right. My cock is hard. Suck it, woman.”

“Woman?” I grinned. “Mmm, you like bossing women around?”

“They love it.”

Sophia surely did.

I sank down to my knees, my hard nipples rubbing against his muscular body. I squeezed my tits about his swarthy cock. It was so dark nestled between my ivory breasts. As the stars grew brighter, my ivory skin almost seemed to glow compared to him.

“Slut,” he growled as I slid my tits up and down his cock. “Work your tits on my cock. I would rather cum this way and anoint your body with my seed.”

“And mark me?” I laughed.

“Yes.”

His thick fingers ran through my red hair as I worked my tits up and down his cock. My hard nipples brushed his wiry-black pubic hair and rippling abs. They tingled, shooting delight down to my pussy. His cock’s tip emerged between my tits, the bone ring bouncing.

I leaned down and played with the ring. I grasped it in my teeth and tugged, bringing a low growl from Thrak. I did it again, rubbing my tits faster. The orc’s hand tightened in my hair. I slid my breasts up and down his shaft as I savored playing with his cock ring.

“Have you pleased an orc before, slut?”

“Nope,” I grinned. “But I love playing with your cock ring.”

I tugged again and he grunted. Then I licked at the tip of his cock, gathering up the slippery, salty precum as I worked my tits faster and faster up and down his shaft. My lips swallowed the tip, teasing it before it vanished back between my tits.

I sucked harder the next time his cock emerged, my tongue swirling, savoring the salty flavor of cum. It was such a treat. My pussy grew hotter as his masculine growls and grunts spurred me to rub my tits on his cock faster.

“Slut,” he growled. “Work those tits like the human whore you are. Yes. You want to be covered in Thrak’s cum. All sluts do.”

“I do,” I panted, getting into the thrill of his gravely voice. My pussy clenched. “Cum on me. Do it. Prove your might, warrior.”

Thrak let out a loud growl as his cock erupted. Hot, white cum splashed up my neck and fell on my tits. I opened my mouth, catching the next blast, savoring his salty flavor. He was saltier than a human. I swirled it through my mouth as a third eruption added more lines of jizz dribbling down my tits.

“Yes,” he breathed, staring down at me, proud of his work. I cupped my tits and licked a line of cum up to my pink nipple. I sucked it into my mouth and he growled again. “What a woman you are, Redhair.”

“What a mighty cock you have,” I giggled.

“On your back, I am not through with you.”

I stretched out, savoring his cum cooling on my tits. He knelt before me, his strong hands ripping my legs far apart, bearing my shaved pussy wet with my tangy musk. He knelt down, his hands caressing my silky thighs, and buried his face between my pussy lips.

“Thrak,” I gasped, my tits bucking beneath the onslaught of his hungry mouth.

His tongue was thick and probing. He thrust it into my depths, swirling it around with a violence. His tongue did not possess the gentle teasing of Sophia. This was primal. I groaned, arching my hot cunt into his hungry mouth.

“Yes, yes,” I gasped, squeezing my cum-stained tits. “Show me how strong you are. Prove you are a warrior. Make me cum. Make me scream your name.”

Thrak growled into my pussy. His hands reached beneath me to squeeze my asscheeks. His thick fingers pressed into my butt as he pulled me tighter against his hungry mouth. His nose piercing caressed my clit. My pussy clenched each time.

The orc feasted on me. His tongue was thick and hungry. He flailed it through my pussy, licking up to my clit and playing with it before he dived back down into my pussy. This orc knew how to please a woman.

I grabbed his woolly hair, moaning as I humped into his mouth. “Yes. Eat me. You won. Claim my cunt.”

Thrak growled again, his hands squeezing my ass tight as his tongue probed deep into me. He stirred me up and savored my tangy flavor. I pinched my nipples hard, stretching out my tits and savoring the pain and pleasure mixing with the bliss his tongue and strong lips churned.

My stomach clenched. My back arched. I bucked as the pleasure swelled through me. I gasped and moaned, my toes curling and sliding through the grass. He was amazing. My body trembled as my orgasm swelled.

“Thrak!” I screamed as I came. “Oh, yes.”

He growled as he devoured my juices. The pleasure flowed through me. I groaned, staring up at the stars spinning over my head as I was drunk on the rapture bursting through my pussy. My heels drummed in the grass and dug into the dirt as I writhed.

“Pater’s cock,” I gasped. “Oh, wow. Gods, you are amazing, Thrak.”

He lifted up his face, a big grin on his wet lips. Then, with a growl, he flipped me over onto my belly. He lifted my hips up, forcing me to kneel. His cock was hard, thrusting forward at me. I grinned and shuddered as he slammed his thick girth into my spasming pussy.

“Yes,” I screamed, another orgasm rippling through me as his cock and the wonderful bone ring dived into my pussy.

He spread me open. I ached. I shuddered. The bone piercing caressed the insides of my pussy, shooting wonderful bliss through me. I bucked back into his thrust as my tits swung beneath me. He growled and snarled, pounding me hard.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I screamed, lost to the pure, wonderful lust of being fucked by his amazing cock. “Oh, wow. Mmm, yes. I can’t…oh, wow. This is amazing. Pound me. Pater’s cock, you’re hung. Damn. You’re stretching me open.”

“Such a tight cunt,” he growled as he pounded me. “Move those hips, woman. Show me how much you love my dick slamming into your cunt. Gewin’s mighty cock.”

“I love it!” I screamed, another orgasm shooting through me. “Oh, wow. This is…oh, yes. I can’t…Gods, yes. Fuck me. Make me cum! Pater’s cock, yes.”

His heavy balls slapped into my clit. His cock slammed into my depths. He pounded me with ferocity. It was primal and wonderful. I shuddered as my fingers tore into the turf. My head threw back as my tits bounced beneath me.

He leaned over me as he fucked me, his hand pulling on my red hair. His strong body draped over me as his other hand reached down beneath my belly and found my clit. I gasped as he rubbed my sensitive nub.

My pussy clenched on his thick dick.

“That’s it, whore,” he growled into my ear as he pounded me. “Work that slutty hole on my dick. You love it. You’re just a slut. You’ve been dying to feel this cock in you ever since you met me. Every human woman is a whore for my dick.”

“Yes!” I screamed.

“They all panted after it, each wanting to be stretched out by my mighty cock.”

“So good,” I gasped, his heavy balls thwacking my clit, full of his cum. “Flood me. Do it. I want to feel your cum boiling into me. Oh, yes. Oh, wow.”

Thrak buried into me. He growled something in a harsh language as his cum boiled out of me. I shuddered one last time, a final orgasm rippling through my body as his cum flooded my pussy. I shuddered, my arms collapsing, my face resting on the grass as my pussy milked his cock.

“Damn, that was great,” I panted.

“We’re not done,” he growled. “You have stirred me, woman. I need to fuck you more.”

I only moaned in delight.

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Xerathalasia

“Thrak!” screamed Angela as the orc ate her to an orgasm.

I sat on a hill on the other side of camp, trying to ignore the grunts and moans. A tingle twitched my ears. I rose and turned as a naked woman rose from the ground, her body pierced like an orc. She smiled at me as I lowered my dagger.

“Serisia?” I asked.

“Yes,” she smiled, moving to me. “I was hoping we could talk.”

“About?”

“My husband.” She glanced over at him, a proud smile on her lips. “Look at him take Angela. He mastered her body.”

I nodded.

Her hand reached down and slid between my thighs. They were cool, not alive. She brushed my pussy and frowned. “You’re not wet.”

“Should I be?”

“Isn’t he a ravishing creature?” Serisia asked as her fingers caressed my pussy.

A hot delight rippled through me as I gazed over at Thrak. He now fucked Angela as she knelt on her hands and knees. He was brutish, large, no soft curves, not like the delightful tits hanging beneath Angela which swayed back and forth as the orc plowed her.

“You’re getting wet now,” Serisia moaned, pressing her cool body against me.

“You’re touching me,” I grinned. “And you are beautiful, even with your barbaric piercings.”

Her fingers pressed up inside of me. “So you have no interest in being fucked by a thick cock.”

Serisia’s lips pressed against my ear, her body lithe against me as her fingers worked in and out of my pussy. The heel of her hand ground on my pussy. She was so real for a spirit. I groaned, my pussy clenching on her fingers as my pussy clenched.

“Not by a man’s cock,” I moaned. “An elf’s cock. My wife’s cock. Mmm, that would be heavenly.”

“Wife’s…cock,” Serisia murmured. “You’re married?”

“Yes.”

“And where is your cock? Or do not all elves have them?”

“All elves have cocks,” I groaned. “But not for long.”

Her fingers worked faster. Her touch was delicious even as she let out a mournful sigh. She leaned over and licked my ear. “Pity.”

I groaned, “Keep licking my ear. That’s nice.”

My pussy clenched on Serisia’s fingers as she licked my ear again. My ear twitched as the pleasure trembled through my body. I moaned, my nipples aching. Her tongue licked over and over while her fingers worked through my pussy.

“Matar’s cock,” I groaned as my pleasure stirred. “I do not know what you are, but your touch is delicious.”

“A phantom,” she moaned between licks. Her tongue was wet and delicious. “Cum.”

“Yes,” I gasped as my body shuddered. My pussy clenched on her fingers as my orgasm rippled through me.

My eyes squeezed shut as I savored the delightful bliss shooting through my body. My ears twitched as my breasts heaved. My toes curled into the grass as I was lost to the rapture. I leaned against Serisia.

“Thank you,” I groaned, opening my eyes.

The spirit smiled at me, licked her fingers clean of my juices, then vanished.

I sank back into my crouch, struggling to focus on my watch as my body trembled from the orgasm the spirit gifted me.

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Acolyte Sophia

“They are still going at it,” Faoril groaned.

“I know,” I said. “I can’t sleep. They are too loud.” I squeezed my thighs together. Angela’s moans, even created by a man, made me wet. “We could…?”

“Fuck?” Faoril asked with an arch of her eyebrows.

I grabbed her and pulled her into my bedding. She was naked beneath her blankets, her round breasts pressing into my smaller tits. “We can tire each other out and then fall asleep. I think Thrak hasn’t had pussy in a while.”

“Oh, he’s had mine,” a voice purred from behind. A cool body pressed against my back.

“Who’s that?” I gasped.

“Serisia,” the spirit answered, her touch tingling my skin. “Mmm, relax. I want to join you. I haven’t made love to a woman in over a decade.”

“You poor thing,” I gasped as her hand slid around to grip my tit.

“And I see my husband has made the pair of you horny. It’s my wifely duty to relieve that ache.”

“He didn’t make me horny,” I said. “I am an acolyte of Saphique.”

“So you have no interest in him?” Serisia sounded disappointed.

“None. It’s only women. Like you.” I shuddered, loving her hard nipples and harder piercings pressing on my back.

“And you, Faoril?” asked Serisia.

“I thought we were going to fuck, not talk,” muttered the mage, her pussy hot on my thigh.

“I think she’s so wet from Thrak,” I moaned. “Faoril loves cocks. It’s her one flaw.”

“My one flaw?” Faoril asked.

“Well, you have more,” I admitted. “But that’s okay, I still will fuck you.”

I kissed her on the lips as Serisia ground her wet, hot pussy on my ass. The rest of her may be cool, but not her cunt. I savored the spirit’s presence. It was weird to be touched by a ghost, but she seemed so harmless.

And sexy.

And corporeal.

What kind of ghost was—

I gasped into Faoril’s mouth as Serisia’s hand slid down and pressed between my thighs, rubbing at my clit. Her touch was delightful. I writhed between the two women, groaning in delight as they pleasured me.

“Let’s daisy chain,” Serisia moaned. “I haven’t done that since I attended the university. We can devour each other’s pussies. Doesn’t that sound delicious?”

“Do I get to eat yours?” I asked as she strummed my clit.

“Yes,” she giggled.

“Faoril?” I grinned at her.

“Sure,” the mage said. “I need to cum so badly.”

“Because of my husband?” asked Serisia.

“No,” Faoril insisted, glancing over at the pair on the hill. Angela and Thrak were fucking for the third time. “How much stamina does he have?”

“He’s an orc,” Serisia purred. “Mmm, we spent nights making love.”

Faoril glanced at Serisia, biting her lip as the spirit pressed her face between Faoril’s thighs. The mage gasped as the spirit took a long lick through her pussy. Serisia moaned in delight. She lay on her side, her breasts soft pillows and her legs spread wide.

“So long since I’ve enjoyed pussy like this,” she purred.

“You never tired with an orc female?” I asked, pressing my face between her thighs.

“They were not interested,” Serisia sighed. Then she squealed as I licked her pussy. Her trimmed pubic hair tickled my lips and her spicy, hot musk stained my lips.

It was so hard remembering she wasn’t alive, but a spirit. A very corporeal, wet, and wonderful spirit.

My tongue swirled through her folds as Faoril grasped my hips and pulled me to her. I parted my thighs and the mage’s breath washed over my shaved pussy. Her tongue licked through my folds, and I groaned and arched my hips.

“That’s it,” I groaned between licks of Serisia’s pussy. “Mmm, you do have a great tongue, Faoril.”

“Thanks,” the mage gasped, her voice breathy. “The spirit…she’s not bad either.”

“How about if I do this?” Serisia asked.

I didn’t know what the spirit did, but Faoril moaned into my pussy and squeezed my ass. Her lithe tongue danced through my folds, stirring up my pleasure as I devoured Serisia’s snatch. The spirit’s pussy was so hot, but her thigh was cool on my cheek.

My tongue expertly explored her folds, teasing her as I devoured her. My fingers quested between her butt-cheeks as I savored her delicious, spicy flavor. My hips humped against Faoril’s licking face as I pressed my fingers into Serisia’s bowels.

“Oh, wow,” gasped Serisia. “Sophia, you know what you are doing.”

“I am an acolyte of Saphique,” I boasted. “I have mastered the art of cunnilingus.”

“Yes,” she moaned, her asshole clenching on my probing fingers as my tongue caressed her pussy lips.

Our moans drowned out Thrak and Angela’s gasps. The three of us made such feminine sounds as we undulated, grinding our hot pussies on each other’s faces. I groaned into Serisia’s cunt as Faoril slipped a pair of fingers into my pussy.

Serisia shuddered on my lips as I tongued her clit. The spirit’s thighs tightened about my cheeks as she bucked against me. Spicy juices gushed into my lips as her orgasm burst through her body. I kept tonguing and licking her as her asshole writhed on my fingers.

“Oh, gods, yes,” gasped Serisia. “Mmm, I am so glad to experience that again.”

“Don’t stop licking me,” pleaded Faoril. “Oh, I’m so close. Suck on my clit. Yes, just like that.”

My licking slowed as Serisia’s shudders ended. I nuzzled at her pussy and pulled my fingers from her asshole. I concentrated on the pleasure churned by Faoril’s tongue and fingers. My pussy clenched and relaxed on her digits as her tongue lapped through my folds.

Faoril screamed into my pussy as she came, and Serisia noisily drank down Faoril’s spicy juices.

“Mmm, yes, Faoril,” I groaned, humping my hips. “Curl your fingers just a little more.”

Faoril did and I spasmed.

“That’s the spot,” I moaned into Serisia’s spicy cunt as she caressed the bundle of nerves that always made me explode. “Keep massaging me right there. I’m going to erupt.”

“Oh, yes, make her cum,” panted Serisia.

“Yes,” I moaned in agreement as Faoril caressed my G-spot.

My body twitched and bucked on her face. I squeezed Serisia’s butt as my orgasm exploded through me. I moaned loudly, shouting out my pleasure as my juices gushed into Faoril’s hungry mouth.

“Oh, that was amazing,” I panted as my body hummed with pleasure.

I stretched out on my bed, staring up at the stars. “Mmm, I could sleep for a month.”

Faoril laughed, cuddling up beside me with Serisia spooning her from behind. My eyes closed as Angela moaned in bliss in the background, cumming again on Thrak’s cock. My last thought before falling asleep was making her scream just as loudly tomorrow night.

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Fireeyes – Norv, The Magery of Thosi

In the fire in my inn’s room, I watched Angela’s encampment. The orc still ravished her while my focus was on Serisia.

A spirit, but corporeal.

My dick ached in the simulacrum’s mouth. I ran my hand over her bald, smooth head as she sucked hard, eager to please me. Watching three women daisy chain, each shuddering and bucking into the other’s pussies, stirred the lusts of this body.

I was in a young, virile man’s form, no longer my older body. I had the lusts of a youth, and I enjoyed them.

My cock erupted. The simulacrum swallowed my cum without a sound as I groaned through clenched teeth.

Faoril rolled over. The Journeyman Mage was too skilled to not be a Master. She was a puzzle. Why was she traveling with this group instead of studying at the Collegiate Tower? But the real mystery was the ghost.

What type of spirit was she and how could I use her against Angela?

“How did you end up the wife of…him?” Faoril asked the spirit, glancing up at the hill were the orc and Angela had fallen asleep.

“While studying at the University of Allenoth,” the spirit answered.

I blinked with Faoril.

“What?” the mage asked. “What was an orc doing in Allenoth?”

“Studying,” she answered. “You wouldn’t believe the talks we had late into the night on philosophy and history. Then we would make love for hours more. He has the largest cock I ever fucked, and I was the envy of all my friends. But it was our discussions that made me go home with him.”

“But…he’s an orc,” Faoril repeated.

“So?” Serisia asked. “Just because they are uneducated, does not make them any different than us. Though he is the only one to study with humans. And he made me happy.”

“So he didn’t capture you in a raid?”

“No.” Her voice grew tight.

“What are you, Serisia?”

“A phantom,” she answered, rolling over and facing away from Faoril. “I was killed through violence. I lingered and haunted my husband. I didn’t want to leave him. But…I realized I had to become more than a ghost to help him move on. A phantom.”

Faoril swallowed. I knew why. Phantoms often became dangerous, twisting and growing bitter of the living and their loved ones. They would often turn hostile and attack. Especially with the proper spells. An idea formed in my mind.

Serisia vanished, leaving Faoril to glance over at Thrak, her eyes puzzled. I didn’t care. I dismissed my scrying, leaned back on the floor, and worked on my new plan.

The things I could do to a phantom hardened my cock.

To be continued…

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Lesbians in love, sly elder helps a young Mayor, and a doctor remembers.

December 2274

New Dallas

Botanist Bonnie Cooper

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The two of us had kissed a few times to get our husbands excited, but I had no idea sex with a woman could be so great! Roger … did the job … but wasn’t anything special. Erica was better than Charlie, or even Ross! I was so taken with her beautiful hair and body I didn’t even notice him leave.

I was euphoric, but terribly embarrassed. I wondered if Erica felt it too? Would she be upset if I told her, and she didn’t feel the same? I didn’t think I could take it if she rejected me. I politely asked, “Do you want to shower first?” Much more nervously, I offered; “Or would you like me to wash your back?”

“Bonnie, you can wash my back, my front, and everything between! Please? I never thought I would say this to a woman, but I think I’m in love with you!”

She pulled me to her and stuffed her tongue in my mouth before I could say anything. I slid a finger into her, as I said, “I love you too!”

We made love in the shower until we both came at least three times. We held hands all the way home and woke up Ross with a lesbian make-out that inspired him to ride our other wife Melissa, as we fingered each other again.

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After five meetings with Roger, both of us had symptoms, and tests showed we were going to have his babies. When we told Roger the news, he congratulated us briefly then had a drink. When his beer was gone, he said his job was done, he had other ladies to attend to.

We were just starting to like him, and he dumped us! We couldn’t have beer since we were pregnant, so Bonnie and I just danced and hugged to try and feel better. We cried a little, watching the people happily dancing and flirting.

Erica led me by the hand as she said, “I know what’ll make us feel better.” She sat in Rito’s lap and asked him, “Would you like to spend some time with Erica and I?” When I saw him smile, I leaned down and played with her boobs as she kissed him.

Rito is Japanese and a little small, but very, very energetic. He’s got the stamina to finish both of us twice a night! A few nights, he even made it three times each! We met him for some fun nearly every week until a month before our babies were born, then made our next two kids with him several months later.

We were happy when he invited Heinrich to join us and make it a foursome, then overjoyed when Alex and Tim joined our group grope. Kissing Erica while both of us were getting a standing double-stuff was … Mmmmmm! I just have no words! BEST THING EVER!

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May 2360 – 101 years after landing on New Enceladus

New Kiev

retired Mayor Demitri Nivesku

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My favorite wife Therese and I joined our family to celebrate my oldest son’s 100th birthday. I love birthdays, since they’re the only time I’m allowed to have sugar anymore. Therese gives me one forkful of cake, with frosting. Other people don’t think anything of it, but to me that one forkful is a great treat. My two other indulgences in old age are my pets and my red and black cape.

The whole thing started out with me getting a black coat with red interior lining once. I liked the colors and got an overcoat to match it, for the times I ventured into the cold south of the village. It’s not a village anymore, it’s a large city, but that’s another story.

One day a young boy saw my overcoat, after watching one of the old Dracula movies. He asked his mother if I was a vampire. She was shocked and apologized. I thought it was funny. I took the idea and ran with it. I had a cape made to match, as well as a pair of fake fangs. Therese and one of my other wives, Maria, think it’s terribly romantic to be seduced by the Vampire Count, and I’m more than happy to oblige.

The zoologists were shocked to find several types of flies, beetles, and ants when we landed. The genetics were totally different, but they looked and acted almost exactly like species from Earth. There are ecological niches to fill, and the shape of ants, flies, and beetles are nearly perfect for what they do. It wasn’t a case of long-distance panspermia, but rather convergent evolution. I wasn’t too surprised there are water animals here which resemble bass, trout, and catfish; but have compound eyes like bees or spiders. The six-legged squirrels here are a major nuisance, stealing our food crops, chewing through wires, and making lots of noise on the roof while we’re trying to sleep. Having an extra pair of legs, they can climb nearly anything.

I wrote about bugs and squirrels a moment ago because of my pets. Flarkers are a semi-intelligent fruit and prey-eating species native to our new planet. They look something like a cross between an owl and a bat. They’re capable of carrying an apple or other piece of fruit as they fly. As far as I can tell their favorite foods are large beetles, squirrels, a native fruit similar to peaches, and mice and apples from Earth.

A mouse escaped from a cage the first year we were here, and the scientist caring for it panicked when he saw it run out of the lab. Who could predict what terrible ecological damage a prolific species like mice could do on our new world? He was relieved to see a flarker grab it only a split-second before another would have. There were a few other escapes, and we have wild mice here now, but between Flarkers and the young Tads further north, they’re well under control.

Flarkers are social and affectionate, smarter than dogs or cats, and live around twenty Earth years. I keep a small family of them as pets, furthering the Vampire rumors. They like to perch on my shoulder and lean against my neck for warmth. My favorites can bring me small items when I ask for them.

People often try to flatter me by saying I look young for my age. I remind them that at 130, most people who look my age have been dead awhile. They’re usually shocked, then relieved when I laugh.

I have no idea how she does it, but even at 127, my wife Therese doesn’t look a day over eighty. People see Therese’s main indulgence as a handicap. She started wearing larger blouses and dresses with a pillow underneath, so she can pretend she’s pregnant again. She tells people she has difficulty with her weight, and acts ashamed that she’s fat, but loves to feel like a pregnant mom.

I still enjoy her fetish too, and even help her dress, though she rarely needs any help. My lower legs and her left eye no longer work, but occasionally we still find the time and energy to have fun with the rest, even being post-centenarians.

I saw the corner of her pillow sticking out of her blouse a little and covered it as a young man walked near us. I didn’t let on that I knew who he was.

“Mayor Nivesku! It’s an honor to meet you, sir!” The look in his eyes and his forced, nervous smile told me he was up to something.

“I hope you don’t mind if I impose on you for a bit of advice, sir?”

My hearing wasn’t great anymore, and sometimes I used that to my advantage. I cupped my hand next to my ear and almost yelled; “What?”

“I’m Ahmed Davies, the new mayor of New Hyderabad. I hope you can help me with a difficult decision?”

I decided to have a bit of fun with him. Very loudly, I replied, “I agree, sometimes that Evan Davies really is a bad mayor. Where do you need the incision?” I held up a dull butter knife.

He looked up at the sky and clenched his fists in frustration. I kept a serious look on my face but laughed on the inside. Therese is still kinder than I ever was, and held out a screen so he could type his questions. She knew my hearing wasn’t that bad, and I caught her smiling a bit.

After some typing, he showed me the screen; “It’s a great honor to meet you, sir. I’m mayor Ahmed Davies, from New Hyderabad. I hope you can spare some time and give me a little advice?”

From a half-century in politics and a quarter-century in security, I could tell he was about to be in trouble and wanted help getting out of it.

I motioned to my helper Olga, and she pushed my wheelchair away from the crowd. Olga walked away and would return if I waved to her or called her using the screen.

Ahmed typed out, “Mayor Demitri, I have to make a difficult decision. A few people in my city broke a couple of major rules. Nobody was hurt, but they still need to be punished. A few girls are pregnant illegally. What do you think I should do?”

Now I knew why he was in trouble. I wasn’t going to go easy on him. I VERY SLOWLY started typing.

He mumbled; “But MY hearing is fine, he could just tell me …” He restrained himself and didn’t complain any further.

There was a reason I didn’t ask my question out loud. Eventually I finished typing; “How many of the babies are yours, and what is the age of the youngest girl?”

He was shocked and ashamed.

He looked down and said, “The youngest one is …” He reached for the screen.

In a natural voice, I said; “If the youngest is at least child-bearing age, you should start a family with them. If she’s under 18, then the problem is a lot more serious.”

He reached to start typing, and I moved the screen away. “My hearing’s not that bad, and I’ve had my fun for the day. How young?”

“There are three of them, 18, 19, and 20. Only one of the babies is mine.” He also explained the job situation.

“I hate rule-breakers, but I have to do what’s best for the community. Confess what you did, marry them, and start a family. Being a purple is embarrassing, but it won’t kill you. I’m sure your grandfather will be willing to serve as Mayor another year and make you his Deputy. If you do a good job in spite of it, the people will vote for you again.”

A group of people walked by as he said, “Thank you for the advice, sir. I’ll let you get back to the cake and the party.”

Returning to my deaf old man act, I loudly said, “I agree, cake makes me farty too!”

He blurted out a stream of nervous chuckles and left. I thought he might be a little loose in the pants, but at least he had the wisdom to ask for help when he needed it. I was confident he’d be fine.

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April 2371

New Dallas

Enka Karjala – Chief of Science and Medicine

I’m slowly dying and nearly 140 years old. Since our first college, Karjala University, was named for me, I’m confident that I’m beyond any punishment now. As I lay here in my hospital bed I need to admit some things.

When it was time to choose families, I made Molly a deal. I would pick her, Oskar, and Abolou, and she could use the rest of my family choices. In exchange, I would implant her and she would carry the baby I made with Professor Morse. Molly was willing to put up with being a Purple nearly two years, in order to make sure our family got two pretty girls she liked, Antonella and Rhonda.

As Chief of Science and Medicine, on our new world only the Governor and Mayors outranked me. All of them realized I knew far more than they did, and they usually deferred to my advice. Only my husband Abolou was close to me in intellect, and over half the colony are smart enough to be scientists or doctors back on Earth.

I knew that after the colony area was explored well in the first half year, Geology would only occupy Molly a few hours a week. I offered her a position as my executive assistant. She accepted, and also volunteered as my bedroom and shower assistant. She was my favorite pet, and the love of my life. My biggest regret is that I never kissed her or told her that.

People keep congratulating and honoring me for the hundreds of discoveries I’ve made and the thousands of patients my medical knowledge and skills have helped or saved. I still dwell on seven patients. I know that even an unusually good doctor typically loses a few people every year, but I’m far better than good. In eighty years as a physician, I lost seven. In my opinion, that’s at least six too many. I still remember all the faces of the families as I told them I failed and their loved one was gone.

It’s been over five centuries since the discovery of antibiotics, but a simple cut on her hand took Molly away from me. At the age of only 46, she died from a native infection that’s untreatable with any drug from Earth. I didn’t discover the plant compound which can fight it until it was years too late.

When Molly passed, I professionally dictated notes of the symptoms, exactly what I had tried, and the results. I walked home and calmly told my family Molly was gone. After that, I sat on my bed alone and cried for weeks. I still miss her terribly.

Today I learned that making Sarah with Professor Morse and implanting her in Molly was the best thing I ever did. Sarah discovered a method for creating ARTIFICIAL WORMHOLES! With more work, it could make interstellar and even intergalactic travel take minutes or hours, instead of centuries or eons! Next month, she’s launching a probe that might let us send messages to Earth and back in seconds, instead of 80 years!

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Epilogue

It took humans half a million years to live on two planets and a few moons and asteroids, instead of just Earth. Another three centuries raised the total to ten inhabited planets around six stars. In the next hundred years, using Sarah Wallace’s discovery, the number jumped to over a thousand. Spread across dozens of galaxies, humanity became extinction-proof at last.

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This is the fifth, and final installment. I hope you enjoy it.

Stephanie awoke with a start. For a minute she forgot where she was. Then she felt Kelly’s soft hand covering her breast and she smiled. Kelly wasn’t the only one who had a surprise that evening. Stephanie glanced over her shoulder at the gorgeous sleeping girl and gently disentangled herself from her arm and hand. Then she slid out of bed and went to her closet to retrieve her surprise—-it was something wrapped in a green towel. With towel in hand, she padded quietly back into the room. Kelly had awakened and was stretching languidly on the bed with her arms over her head. It made her large breasts almost stick straight up.

Stephanie licked her lips as she looked at them. “I have a surprise for you, too, ” she said quietly to Kelly.

“Ohhhhh, I like the sound of that,” Kelly purred. “What is it?”

Stephanie felt her cheeks grow warm when she thought about showing her surprise to Kelly. She couldn’t quite believe she had done this. “Um, well, I went to one of those adult stores and bought something. I brought it home and washed it, and it’s in this towel, ” she said with a touch of embarrassment, unable to meeting Kelly’s eyes.

Kelly rose from the bed and went toward Stephanie. “I can’t wait to see,” she said gently. She kissed Stephanie on the lips, running her wet tongue over her lower lip. She took the towel from Stephanie and unrolled it. “Oh my,” she gasped as she stared at the two-sided dildo. It was a purple, jelly-like material that was soft to the touch. But the dildo itself was very hard and firm. Each end was smooth and almost shiny. The middle of the shaft was ribbed around the circumference. Kelly’s eyes sparkled like green fire as she looked at the long artificial penis. “Kinky girl, Steph. I love it!”

“Really?” Stephanie said with excitement.

Kelly’s answer was another sensuous kiss on Stephanie’s mouth. “Come on, Sweetheart, let’s use it.” Stephanie followed Kelly back toward the bed, forgetting her nervousness as she looked at Kelly’s seductively swaying ass.

The two beautiful women climbed onto the bed and Kelly gave Stephanie one end of the dildo. She kissed her again, forcing her tongue deep into the brunette’s mouth. “Are you wet enough for it?” she asked.

“I think so,” Stephanie replied breathlessly. She could feel her juices spilling from her hole.

They lay facing each other as they inserted the new toy into their dripping pussies.

“Ohhhhh,” Stephanie moaned. “Wow, I never… it’s… I mean, David isn’t…”

“You mean size matters?” Kelly said with a chuckle.

“Apparently,” Stephanie said and giggled.

“Well, then, Sweetheart, I’m going to get on top, and I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked in your life, ” Kelly whispered. She could barely contain her excitement as she rolled on top of Stephanie and devoured her mouth hungrily. Their tongues swirled together, their saliva mixing, as their soft breasts pressed against each other.

Stephanie could feel Kelly’s large nipples pressing into her own, and they felt hot. She could barely breathe as lust consumed her. When Kelly began to move, grinding their clits together, she moaned loudly, ” Oh God Kelly, that feels so good!”

Kelly could barely speak. “Ohhhhh, I… I know. I’m filling up your sweet pussy like it’s never been filled before,” Kelly cried as she worked the dildo deeply into Stephanie. She could hear how wet she was by the squishing sound as the dildo moved in and out.

“Yes, fuck me,” Stephanie screamed.

Kelly bucked her hips feverishly, pumping the dildo into Stephanie as hard as she could. At the same time she could feel it move deeply into her own soaking hole. She could feel the ribbing massaging her vagina. She knew she would surely explode.

Stephanie had never felt anything like this. She held onto Kelly for dear life, sliding her hands down Kelly’s soft back and grabbing her firm ass cheeks. Her clit felt like it was on fire. Any second, she knew she was going to go over the edge. The vibrations started deep within her belly, almost in her soul, and she felt her clit start to spasm . “Oh, God, Kelly… Oh, Goddddd!!!! I’ve never felt anything like this. Kelly, Kelly, I’m coming, I’m coooommminnngggg!!!!!!!!! ” “Ohhhhh!!!!” Stephanie screamed as the most amazing climax she’d ever had ripped through her.

That was all it took for Kelly to let loose. She exploded in spasms as she bucked her hips furiously against Stephanie. “Oh, Yes! Yes!” she cried. “Stephhhhhh!” she screamed uncontrollably as her climax overtook her. It seemed to go on endlessly.

Stephanie’s climax was almost ending, but with Kelly climaxing on top of her, she began to climax again. She dug her nails into Kelly’s soft ass cheeks, gasping for breath and feeling as if she would surely expire if it went on any longer.

When they finally came back to earth, they lay there holding each other, breathing heavily, basking in their mutual afterglow.

Kelly gently rolled off Stephanie and reached down to pull the dildo from her sopping hole.

Stephanie smiled as a really naughty idea came to her. She kissed Kelly’s lips. “Let’s do something,” she whispered, taking the dildo from Kelly’s hand and gently pulling the other end out of her own vagina. She flipped it in her hand, offering the end that had just been buried deep inside of her to her lover.

“Let’s lick each other’s juices off of it,” she said sexily.

“God, you’re naughty! I love it,” Kelly moaned as she put the dildo into her hot mouth and licked and sucked it. God, how she loved Stephanie’s sweet taste. She licked the shiny purple surface with relish, lapping up every drop of her lover’s juice.

Stephanie was doing the same, with her eyes closed, looking like she was performing oral sex.

Suddenly, Kelly was turned on again. “Oh, this makes me so horny, ” she moaned. ” I need to get off again, Steph. I want you to stroke the dildo on my clit and make me come.” She looked at Stephanie as she spread her legs wide.

Stephanie took the dildo and spread Kelly’s wet sex lips with one hand. Then she used the purple with ribbed surface to move it over her lovers swollen clit… slowly at first and then faster.

“Oh, God, YES!” Kelly moaned loudly, writhing and lifting her hips up, pressing her pussy into the dildo. Almost immediately, she began to climax again.

“Ohhhhh, Stephanie, go faster, please. I’m gonnna come sweetheart. Rub me faster. Pleassseee!”

Stephanie furiously worked the dildo over the sexy girl’s clit.

Kelly’s hips began to move faster and she almost jerked up off the bed as she screamed in a powerful climax. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Yesssss!!!!!” she screamed and thrashed as Stephanie worked her into an absolute frenzy. She finally fell back against the bed, breathing hard, and smiling in satisfaction.

“What about you?” she asked her lover breathlessly.

“After watching that display, I definitely need to come again,” Stephanie laughed.

“Good, then sit on my face, ” Kelly instructed.

Stephanie smiled with surprise. Then she giggled and threw her leg over Kelly, lowering her dripping pussy onto her opened mouth.

Immediately Kelly’s tongue began to lap the wet, pink surface. Kelly loved the taste of Stephanie’s juice. She lapped furiously at the hole, drinking down the sweet liquid. Her tongue moved quickly over the slit. She chewed gently on Stephanie’s sex lips and then sucked the entire clit into her mouth and sucked it.

Stephanie felt her body tense. “Oh, God, Kelly! Yeah, that’s it! Ohhhhh, I’m commmminnnngggg!!!” Stephanie bucked and jerked on Kelly’s sticky face.

Kelly grabbed her hips tightly trying to keep her mouth on the throbbing clit.

When the last ounce of pleasure drained from Stephanie she collapsed in a heap beside Kelly.

Kelly kissed her tenderly on the mouth, sharing her own juices with her. Then she put her arm around Stephanie drawing her close in a spoon position.

They fell into an exhausted sleep.

Stephanie squinted at the morning light which was starting to trickle between the drawn blinds. Memories of her night of passionate, wild and beautiful lovemaking with Kelly flooded her. She stretched and smiled with a sigh. Suddenly, she realized she was alone in the bed. Then she heard sounds coming from the bathroom. She got up and stood next to the bed and stretched.

A moment later, Kelly came out of the bathroom carrying her overnight bag. Her wet blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail and she wore a tight pink tee shirt, jeans and tennis shoes. Stephanie noticed her breasts moving freely beneath the tight t, and looked hungrily at Kelly’s always-hard nipples.

“I thought I should shower and clear out of here before your husband comes home,” Kelly said. “Why don’t you go take your shower and I’ll let myself out.” Then she gave Stephanie the sweetest of kisses and headed out the door. “I’ll talk to you later, ” she called over her shoulder.

Stephanie entered the bathroom and looked at the mirror. “I LOVE YOU!!!” was written on the mirror in lipstick. Stephanie stared at it and her heart began to swell. She realized in that moment that she loved Kelly too. More than she had ever loved anyone in her life. She stepped into the shower feeling warm, loved and very satisfied.

Epilog

A week later, Stephanie was sitting in the living room watching television when David came in. He had a serious look on his face as he sat next to her.

“Stephanie… I… I’ve wanted to talk to you. I don’t know how to tell you this so I will just come out and say it. I want a divorce!”

Stephanie was so startled that she opened her mouth but no words came out.

“I know it’s a shock to you, but I think you know that we have not had a close relationship for a long time. I… I met someone and we are in love.”

Stephanie felt her anger rising. Her face turned red.

“I’m sorry Stephanie, but I’ll make it up to you. I won’t contest the divorce and you can keep the house. I will pay you alimony… whatever you want. Ben… Benjamin can stay with you as long as I can visit.

Suddenly Stephanie’s anger dissipated as quickly as it had come and she had to suppress a smile. It was perfect. Yet she couldn’t let him know that. “This quite a shock David,” she said in a measured tone. “I think you should pack your stuff and get out now.”

“Uh… yes… I planned too,” David said like a hurt puppy.

Stephanie watched David leave the house with several suitcases. She told him he could come back and get the rest of his clothes later… to make room for Kelly’s stuff. A second later she had the phone in her hand and was dialing Kelly’s number.

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Laura, a lesbian, has been blackmailed into a life of degradation and hypnotic conditioning to turn her into a submissive slut. Along the way she has contributed to the enslavement of other girls, including her bimbo-ish co-worker Candy…

Chapter 34
BITCH STORIES – CANDY

As Laura’s life spiralled towards an apex of degradation, things also continued to get worse for the girls she had helped enslave…

Take Candy, for instance. Alistair was quite deliberately planning to ruin the remainder of Candy’s life, and the focus of these plans was Candy’s family.

Being forced to rape her sister at the recent office party was the straw that broke the bitch’s back for Candy. The imperious bimbo queen was gone, and now there was only a snivelling submissive big-titted toy. Alistair took great pleasure in making Candy rewatch the film of her sister’s rape while Alistair fucked Candy. He loved feeling Candy orgasming against his cock while her eyes were fixed on the image of Hayley’s abuse.

Of course, Candy didn’t have to just watch. Both Candy and Hayley were under strict instructions to fuck every day, and so after work Hayley would come to Candy’s house, and the girls would miserably and degradingly 69 to orgasm in Candy’s bed. Then they would lie there, cunts against each other’s mouths, until they could relax their muscles enough to piss in each other’s mouths as they had been taught.

Hayley still thought the whole thing was Candy’s idea. Alistair had told her it was Candy’s idea to invite Hayley to the rape party the other night – which, in a sense it had been, as Candy could have brought someone else instead – and that Candy had been fantasising about raping her sister for months, which was a lie. Candy was forbidden to say anything to correct the record, and so Hayley came to think that the abuse she was suffering was entirely because of her sister’s slutty lesbian lust for her.

On Alistair’s orders, Candy made Hayley start seducing and raping her female friends, even as Candy did the same to her own friends. Alistair told her that a good slut should have no female friends who she hadn’t sexually abused, and no male friends who hadn’t ejaculated on or in her.

Candy was given other rules to pass on to Hayley too. Hayley was to wear nothing more substantial than lingerie at home. She was to fuck each new conquest fully naked in the lounge room of her house within three days of first raping her. While walking around in her house she was to have either at least one tit exposed, or her fingers inside her cunt.

Hayley lived with Candy’s father Bill, a single, divorced, wealthy man. There was no way Hayley could do these things for long without being seen. And indeed, it wasn’t long before Bill started seeing his 19 year old daughter in lingerie, tits exposed or with her hand flagrantly in her snatch. He came home one day to find his daughter eagerly licking the snatch of a naked teenager in his lounge room. He didn’t comment on this, but Hayley knew he saw. She knew Candy was asking her to cocktease her own father. She did it anyway, because she feared the hold Alistair and Candy had over her, and she followed the new rules that came too – to leave the door open while showering or toileting; to always give her father a tight, nude hug after showering and before dressing; to spend 15 minutes a day on the lounge room couch wearing nothing below the waist, while watching TV or talking on the phone, and keep her legs spread wide open no matter what happened or who looked.

More and more Hayley started to see her father with an erection, and every time she felt slutty and guilty, but too afraid to stop.

Finally Alistair had Candy move back home as well. Candy was required by Alistair to be completely topless around the house, her big fake boobs on constant display. From that point, Hayley was also transitioned to being always bottomless, her cunt never covered. Candy would greet her father in the morning and evenings by giving him a passionate kiss on the lips, and she made Hayley do the same. After a while these kisses came to include a gentle stroking of his erect cock through his pants while they kissed. When they were seated, one of the two girls would always sit in their daddy’s lap, and Alistair required that this often be facing their father, straddling his groin, their tits against his chest, their face nuzzling his neck.

The last straw was probably when Bill came in one evening to find his daughters naked and fucking on the lounge room floor, faces buried in each others’ cunts in a passionate 69. When Hayley realised their father was watching she squealed and tried to break away, but Candy was on top, and held her sister down and kept licking her pussy, occasionally biting at Hayley’s clit to remind her to reciprocate. Bill watched as the two girls lezzed each other to a writhing orgasm. He stood, paralysed, dick hard, as Candy rose naked and slutty, pressed her tits against him, and gave him a kiss that tasted of his younger daughter’s cunt. He felt her hand stroking his rock hard cock through his pants, and almost without thinking, he lowered his zipper and adjusted his underpants to let her touch his dick directly.

Candy felt a shock go through her as her father’s exposed dick touched her hand. She had gotten used to being sluttier and sluttier under Alistair’s direction but this reminded her that it was her father she was seducing. She didn’t know what to do, so she followed her instinct and continued to stroke and tease her father’s dick. She felt the wetness of his pre-cum smear across her hand, and she giggled, lifted her hand to her mouth, and licked her father’s cock juices off her fingers while he watched.

This was the moment where she could back away and flee. Maybe flee far away, where no one knew her, where she wouldn’t be forced to do these slutty things. Where she wouldn’t be painfully aware that her cunt had gotten wet from playing with her father’s cock. But instead she said, “Hayley, come sit on your daddy’s lap.”

Bill sat down on the couch. He watched as his youngest daughter, clearly reluctant, got up from the floor, tears brimming in her eyes, came over to him, and sat on his lap, straddling him. He felt the tip of his dick bounce against the lips of her sopping-wet recently-licked twat. He felt her lean against him, crushing her beautiful naked breasts against his chest, and then kiss him hard on the lips. He tasted cunt, and knew that he now knew what both his daughter’s vaginas tasted like. The kiss was long and arousing. When it broke off, he looked into his daughter’s eyes, knowing this was the moment of decision. She said nothing but her face begged him to remember she was his child.

He couldn’t help himself. He put his hands on her hips, adjusted her slightly, and then slid his achingly hard cock into his daughter’s cunt.

It felt amazing. Her snatch was warmer and tighter than he could possibly have guessed. He kissed her again, then began bouncing her on his dick. She started to cry as he did this, and he almost stopped, but he caught Candy’s eyes and he could see that it was okay, that he wasn’t going to get in trouble for this, so he kept going. It felt so good he couldn’t think straight. He fucked her with more and more speed, until finally, embarassingly, he came. He didn’t normally cum quickly but something about fucking his daughter put him over the edge. He found himself cumming hard, spraying semen up into his daughter’s fuckhole, moaning as he kissed her hard.

Afterwards Hayley said what Candy had trained her to say if this happened. “Thank you for fucking me, daddy. I love you.” Then she climbed off her father, and Candy crawled between Hayley’s legs to lick her pussy clean. Candy shuddered when she tasted her father’s sperm in her sister’s cunt, but she couldn’t tell if it was with disgust or excitement. She licked Hayley clean as their father watched.

After that night, Bill left his daughters alone for a couple of days, consumed with guilt. But every day Candy’s tits and Hayley’s cunt were on display. Every day they would hug him and kiss him on the lips. He knew when the girls showered they would give him a hug afterwards, fully naked, before they dressed, even if he was still in bed, and he took to sleeping naked to increase the erotic thrill of these hugs. Finally, one morning when Candy came into his room, wet from her shower, looking like a big-uddered erotic bimbo fuckdoll, he couldn’t resist anymore. When she climbed onto the bed on all fours to press her ridiculous fuckmelons against him, he pushed the covers aside and pulled her naked body down against his. She wiggled in surprise for a moment, but then gasped as his cock parted her wet cunt-lips and slid into her fucktunnel.

As her father raped her – or at least technically raped her, for her twat was unarguably aroused and eager for him, as much as she didn’t want it to be – Candy realised that her degradation was complete. This was the path she had chosen for herself when she had first gotten breast augmentation – to be a sex doll for her daddy and for whoever else wanted to use her. She bucked against him sluttily until he orgasmed, washing her sluthole with his warm cum.

“Thank you for fucking me, daddy. I love you,” she said. She called for Hayley to come lick her clean, then applied her mouth to cleaning her father’s cock while she waited. When Hayley arrived, Bill once again got to watch one of his daughters lick his sperm from the other’s cunt.

After that, Bill’s inhibition vanished. He felt free to fuck either of his daughters whenever he wanted. There was rarely a time around his house when he didn’t have his dick in one of the girls, even if it was just having Hayley suckle on it while they watched TV. The girls stopped wearing clothes around the house entirely, and at Alistair’s urging Candy told her father that both girls would happily drink his piss. Bill liked this idea and from then on enthusiastically used his daughters as his toilet.

Alistair then made Candy convince Bill that both girls needed to have their cunt and tits beaten regularly. Bill agreed all too easily, and happily began incorporating physical abuse in his play with the girls. He particularly liked taking his leather belt to Candy’s oversized fuckballoons, torturing her breasts before bending her over the kitchen table and fucking her from behind.

Lastly he got Candy to train her father to stop using their names. Whenever he called them Candy or Hayley she immediatly took herself and her sister’s to Alistair’s for the night, denying their father an evening fuck. He was to call Candy “bitch” and Hayley “cunt”. Candy wrote the new names on her and her sister’s tits in lipstick for the first few days to help her dad remember.

He learned swiftly. Before long, calling Candy bitch was so natural he had to use conscious effort not to do it in public. When he finally managed to get it right for an entire week in a row without using their old names once, Alistair had them give their father a present. It was a photo of the two girls naked and kneeling, their father’s cum glistening on their face and tits, and it was signed by both of them with the words, “To our darling daddy from your beloved daughters Cunt and Bitch”.

Their father had it framed.

(To be continued…)

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Daughter comes live with us and gets closer to her mom.

My girlfriend, Janet and I have lived together for about a year when her 18 year old daughter, Whitney was due to graduate from High school. Whitney was not sure what she was going to do following graduation and in an effort to get her and her mom closer, I offered to let her stay at our place for the summer. Janet and her ex split about 10 years ago and since Whitney didn’t want to move from her friends she stayed with her dad. Over the next several years, Janet and her daughter didn’t see much of each other and drifted apart. Janet went through some difficult years following the divorce and she was finally getting her life together when we met. She was very nervous as she didn’t know anything about Whitney and was scared that she would not like her because she abandoned her.

As I said, Janet struggled for many years but finally got her mind right and got a good job working for a plastic surgeon and treated herself to some modifications that definitely made her body look right. To be honest she was a knockout. She had huge perky breasts, thin waist line, dark skinned and neatly shave pussy and a very nice ass. Our sex life was crazy as well. I found out very quickly that Janet was what you would call a squirter. The first time this happened kind of freaked me out but after that I was extremely turned on by this. It made for some very messy bed sheets at times but what the hell it was worth it. Our favorite was in the bath and she would straddle my face while I licked her pussy and she would squirt all over my face. Anyway back to the story..

So the day arrived that Whitney was to move in. Everyone was very anxious and scared but excited at the same time. Whitney had the basement to herself and we gave her a lot of space the first week while she was adjusting to her new surroundings. Janet usually has to work every other Saturday so I would typically workout in the morning and go relax in our hot tub. We have the hot tub enclosed in the gazebo in our backyard. Due to the fact we are not used to company; I am always nude in the hot tub. This particular Saturday, I was getting a little overheated so I was sitting on the edge of the tub and as I often do, I started stroking my cock. I am not one to brag about my size; however Janet does enough of it for me. I am about 8 inches in length and fairly thick. Anyway, as I was strokng my cock, who should come barging in but Whitney.

She was clearly more scared than I was and she just stood there not knowing what to do. She than started crying and saying she should leave and how can she stay with us after seeing this and so on. I covered myself up and asked her to calm down and go ahead and get in the tub and I would as well so I wasn’t exposed. She reluctantly agreed to this and I am glad because let me tell you, Whitney in a bikini was incredible sight to look at. She definitely got her mom’s features and being 18 she had a very athletic body and her tits were incredible. My dick stayed hard even after all the uncomfortable discussions.

I apologized to her and explained that we just weren’t used to company and that I would make sure not to do that again. To my surprise she said that she understood and that she wasn’t mad but she just wasn’t sure what to say. She also said she didn’t want me to change any of my habits on her behalf. We sat there for about 15-20 minutes more just talking and getting to know each other when she asked if I would mind if she removed her top as she was getting too hot. Of course I wanted to scream YES! But I held back and told her to do what made her comfortable and I wouldn’t look. Of course this only lasted about 10 seconds and once I saw her incredible tits I couldn’t take my eyes off them. It also became somewhat clear to me that she was doing this on purpose and she was enjoying what was happening. She got out of the tub and sat on the edge and spread her legs looking directly at me and smiled. I was still sitting in the water with a raging hard on that was ready to explode at this point.

Her next words completely blew my mind. She asked me point blank what I was thinking about when I was jacking off before she walked in. She also said that she knew most guys jacked off but she had never seen one do it. I reluctantly told her that as was often the case I was fantasizing about her mother and some of the various sexual encounters we had been in over the previous year. Before I could tell her more, I told her that this had to stay between the two of us to which she eagerly agreed. I went on to tell her about the couple swinging parties her mother and I attended and to the threesomes we were part of. Her mother loved to lick other women’s pussies and likewise get hers licked while sucking my cock. I would often jack off watching her mother and another woman make love as that really turned hr mother on.

Whitney then asked if I would jack off for her so she could see what it was like. I was blown away by her request but so horny from the conversation and seeing her tits that I couldn’t say no. I climbed back up on the edge of the hot tub and started stroking my cock. Whitney moved back into the water and crossed over in front of me. She was an incredible site and just the look she had was making me so horny that I knew it wouldn’t take long to cum. I started moaning and screamed I’m cumming and she actually moved closer I started pumping out cum and the first spurt landed right on her chest and some hit her shoulder. I hadn’t ejaculated that much in a long time and she was just standing in front of me speechless. Of course immediately after I had done that I apologized and told her it was a mistake and we shouldn’t have done that. To my surprise she said she wasn’t sorry and hoped that she could see it again sometime. I made up an excuse about errands to run and got out the tub, got dressed and left the house for the rest of the day. My head was spinning as I didn’t know if she would tell her mother or what would happen.

The following day I approached Whitney and again said it was a mistake and we shouldn’t have done what we did. She agreed that we would not do it again and for the next month or so things went on fairly normal. During this time Whitney enrolled in a school of message therapy and we purchased her a massage table and some other equipment. She really seemed to enjoy the thought of this and I envisioned her being very good at it. Deep down i was excited at the thought of this beautiful girl giving me a message. She hinted at it a couple times but because she was new at it I think she was a bit scared to offer it up. About 2 months after our first encounter we again met at the hot tub on a Saturday morning. She had on her bikini and as promised I was wearing shorts. We did however start talking about sex and she stated it had been so long since she had been intimate with anyone and even confessed that she had only had sex one time and it was so quick she didn’t really enjoy it. I joked that I sure would love to show her how wonderful it was and she perked up and said she would love that. I told her I was joking and it seemed to really hurt her feelings. She kind of smiled and said that if she could get her mom to agree to it would I be up for it. I yelled HELL Ya! She then hinted that she had something in mind and for me not to jerk off in the hot tub as I may not need to and she quickly got up and left winking at me as she left.

Janet returned home later in the afternoon and Whitney asked her if she would like to have a shot at being her first message customer. Janet quickly agreed and they set a time for later that evening. We had set the table up in one of our spare rooms downstairs. Whitney had asked all of us if we could meet prior to the message and share a toast to her new venture. We agreed and proceeded to drink two bottles of wine doing so. Following that the two girls left me and went down to the message room. As they did, Whitney turned and winked at me and quietly said leave your cell phone on and be close to it.

As I paced across the floor, I could hear the soft music playing and got hard thinking of Whitney rubbing her hands all over her naked mom. About 15 minutes later, a text came across asking me to come down to the room and quietly come inside and sit on the chair that was placed next to the door. I damn near tripped trying to get down the stairs so fast. I did as instructed and when I entered the room, Janet was lying on the table completely nude with a small towel draped across her ass. Whitney put her finger on her lip indicating for me to be quiet. As I sat there my cock was straining against my shorts and I could tell Whitney loved it. At that point she was rubbing her legs and moving up close to her ass. Whitney asked mom if she was Ok and that if she was at any point uncomfortable to say so. I kept hearing low moans coming from Janet so I know she was enjoying the message. More to come from Whitney soon..

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Sven and his women are healed, their passions freed from the poison, and celebrate!

The Rogue’s Harem

Book Two: Rogue’s Wicked Harem

Part Fourteen: Orgiastic Celebration

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to and WRC264 for beta reading this.

Chapter Forty: Orgiastic Celebration

Sven Falk – Az, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

The weight of my promise to the Goddess pressed on my shoulder as I held my sister against me, her body naked, her arms tight around my torso. A door opened and several priests and priestesses of Rithi vanished out of the room. Kora’s lips kissed at my cheeks, so hot and warm, so giddy with delight. We were healed.

And… and.. I had to give her up. I had to let her go. My arms squeezed tighter about her, crushing her to me. My other women were rising around us, set out on the large bed at the center of the room. A breeze drifted through an open window, carrying fresh air and an owl’s hoot. My gaze swept across the room at everyone, the ones who were sick. I didn’t see Ava or Greta, but they must have gotten us here. My eyes settled on Kora.

The lives of my women versus continuing to love my sister.

“Brother mine,” Kora whimpered against me. Her lips kissed closer to my mouth.

She tasted so sweet. Her body felt so light in my arms. It was such a wondrous delight. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, wanting to lose myself in this moment, to just love my sister and…

I had to give her up.

The joy I should feel at our recovery didn’t rise in me. The Goddess’s words crushed it.

“Master.” Zanyia rose. Her ears tawny twitched as she rose and stretched, her little breasts jiggling. Her tongue flicked across her pink lips. “Master!”

She threw herself at us. Her arms went around my sister and me, her naked body pressing against my side. She purred with such delight. Her tongue lapping at my cheek, feeling rough and delicious. Her lips joined ours, turning it into a three-way kiss.

A moment later, Nathalie pressed in on the other side. She moaned out in such passion, hugging as tight as Zanyia. Her blonde hair fell loose about her youthful face, her blue eyes shining with such delight.

“Oh, wow, that feels amazing?” Aingeal asked. She rose on the bed, her pink butterfly wings fluttered behind her. Her large tits swayed and jiggled. Her nipples hardened, growing turgid as she licked her lips.

I broke the kiss with Kora, smiling at my faerie wife. She fluttered towards us, rising from the bed and she drifted closer, her purple eyes twinkling with delight, pink hair swaying about her face.

“Mmm, I see we’re celebrating our good fortune,” Aingeal said as she settled down behind Nathalie.

“Of course we are,” Kora said. She beamed at me, a gleam in her blue eyes. “My Goddess saved us. Rithi wants us to continue making art and enriching the world.”

Ealaín rose naked behind Kora. The black-skinned aoi si stretched her back, her white hair swaying about her shoulders, her large tits jiggling. She fixed her citrine eyes on me, hard, knowing. She gave me the slightest nod as she leaned her back against the wall.

She knew about my promise.

“Yeah,” I told Kora. Rithi wanted one of us to keep making art.

I stared into my sister’s face, studying her beauty. Color spotted her cheeks. The wan pallor and the dark bags beneath her eyes had vanished. She looked vibrant. Alive. Free to keep making her art. A treasure to the world. A treasure I wanted to keep, to hold in my vault so only I could enjoy her.

I had to share her with the world. But not right away. I had her for a little while longer. I needed to enjoy her while I could, admire her beauty while she was all mine.

I pulled her tight against me and kissed her hard. I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She moaned into my mouth, her body squirming. My dick ached and throbbed as it hardened. Passion surging through me as my blood pounded. I loved my sister hard, I showed her all my feelings in the kiss, my hands sliding down her supple back to her rump.

I squeezed her butt-cheeks, loving the feel of her ass. I kneaded her. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. Her fingers scratched at my back, her round breasts and the ruby amulet rubbing on my chest, smearing my cum that had splattered me as I came away, making her tits feel slippery.

“Master!” Zanyia purred. “Mistress! We’re alive!”

“We are,” Nathalie purred. “I’m so happy, Master.” Her lips kissed at my cheeks. She nibbled on my chin.

Kora broke the kiss. “Mmm, brother mine, let’s create something beautiful.”

My smile grew. “Oh, a collaborative effort?”

Aingeal giggled. “That’s one word to call an orgy!”

Kora nodded her head. Then she ducked her head down and licked up at the cum adorning my chest. Her tongue felt so hot and lithe as she gathered up my pearly jizz. I shuddered as she brushed my nipple, a naughty gleam twinkling in her sapphire depths.

“Yum!” Nathalie said and leaned down, licking with her.

I groaned, letting my two women lick up my cum. I leaned back, my dick throbbing harder. My sister grasped my shaft as I stretched out on my back. She stroked me, pleasure rippling down my shaft, her touch lithe and delicious. Nathalie’s tongue reached my other nipple, sucking on it.

Tingles zapped down my cock. I groaned, my dick twitching in my sister’s hand. It felt so weird having both of my small nipples sucked and nibbled on. It didn’t have the intensity of having my cock sucked, but it felt nice.

“Master’s liking that,” Zanyia said, kneeling over me, her ears twitching. Tawny hair spilled about her shoulders. She squeezed both of her small tits. Her fingers swept across her dusky nipples.

Kora released my nipple as she moved down my body. She smiled at me. “I think my brother wants me to suck on something else.”

“Mmm, I do, sister dear,” I groaned, trying to ignore that weight and just enjoy myself. To savor these moments.

“Ooh, this is so hot. You two are so sexy.” Her wings fluttered. She lifted into the air, her breasts swaying. “You use your mouth on him, Kora, and we’ll see if he can do the same to me.”

“Sounds like a challenge,” I said, my sister kissing at my stomach. Aingeal’s wings beat hard. She hovered over me. I stared up at her hairless pussy gleaming with her pussy juices. Her cream ran down her thighs.

She settled down onto my face, her honey-flavored pussy pressing into my mouth. I groaned, my tongue flicking out, gathering her juices. My dick throbbed in my sister’s hand. A moment later, her plump lips nuzzled on the tip. She sucked on it, her cheeks hollowing.

Then she bobbed.

I groaned into Aingeal’s hot snatch as my sister’s lips slid up and down my shaft. She sucked hard, the suction reaching into my balls. My tongue jammed into Aingeal’s pussy. I swirled it around inside of her, churning her, letting her honey delight pour into my mouth. Just a delicious treat.

“Ooh, yes, he’s doing a good job, Kora,” Aingeal moaned. “I don’t think you’re sucking hard enough.”

Kora’s mouth popped off my dick. “Mmm, let me see what I can do.”

“Make him howl,” Aingeal groaned, her hips undulating, grinding her pussy on my mouth, her hot flesh smearing across me. Her juices ran down my cheeks and chins. Her honey cream tasted so good, pouring into my mouth. “Make him explode.”

“I love making my brother explode,” Kora purred.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

My sister’s mouth engulfed my rod. Incestuous pleasure shot down my shaft. My balls tensed. Her mouth bobbed up and down on my dick. Her tongue danced as the suction increased. Her hands found my nutsack. She massaged them, tingles racing up them to the tip of my shaft. That wonderful ache formed.

It inspired me to please Aingeal. To give my faerie-wife the same delight that my sister gave me. My tongue licked through her folds. I gathered up the delicious, sweet-honey juices. My tongue brushed her clit. I fluttered against her. I nibbled on it, sucking on her little bud.

She gasped out in delight. Her hips wiggled from side to side. Her butt-cheeks clenched. I grabbed them, squeezed and kneading them as I devoured her pussy. I groaned into her snatch while my sister sucked harder on my dick. She moaned about it, the humming bliss buzzing around the tip of my cock.

It felt incredible.

I loved my sister. I didn’t want to lose her. Anger swelled through me.

“Oh, Cernere’s black fingers,” moaned Aingeal. “Gods, you have an amazing tongue. You are sooo inspiring him, Kora.”

“She’s like Rithi herself,” Zanyia moaned. “Just creating something beautiful.”

“She’s sucking so hard,” Nathalie moaned. “And look at her head bob. So fast. Ooh, Mistress, you’re loving Master’s cock.”

“Uh-huh,” Aingeal moaned, her hips swirling around, her hot pussy lips rubbing on my mouth. “Oh, Gods, I’m going to cum.”

“Do it,” I groaned, squeezing her ass hard. “Cream my mouth.”

“Cernere’s nimble fingers, yes!” moaned Aingeal.

Her wings fluttered above me. A cool breeze wafted across my forehead as she squirmed more. Her honey juices poured into my mouth. I drank them down as her back arched. Her pink hair danced across her supple back between her beating wings.

“Sven!” she gasped.

Her body heaved. I jammed my tongue into her mouth, loving the feel of her convulsing cunt. Her musical moans resounded through the room. My dick throbbed in my sister’s hungry mouth. Her hands massaged my balls, bringing them closer and closer to my eruption.

Kora sucked so hard. Her tongue danced around my crown, massaging that ache. I groaned into Aingeal’s convulsing snatch. My entire body tensed. My hands clenched Aingeal’s ass hard, fingers digging into her plump rump.

I came.

“Pater’s cock!” I growled into Aingeal’s honey-flavored snatch.

My cum pumped into my sister’s hot mouth. My body bucked as the rapture surged through me. Jolts of incestuous electricity rushed through me. My eyes squeezed closed. Stars twinkled across my vision. Such euphoria filled me.

For a moment, I forgot all about the promise. I just let myself enjoy the forbidden rapture of cumming in my sister’s mouth. She gulped it down, sucking hard. My pleasure peaked in me.

And then it passed.

My promise slammed into my mind. I let out a groan as Kora just sucked a final time on my dick, drawing out the last of my cum from my balls. I shivered, Aingeal squirming on my face, her wings fluttering stopped.

“I need this cock in me,” Kora moaned.

“Ride him, Mistress!” Zanyia cheered.

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Kora Falk

I grabbed my brother’s cock, loving the feel of the incestuous shaft in my hand. I brought it to my dripping pussy. It felt so wonderful to be cured. No weight dragged at me. I felt so buoyant, almost lifting off the ground from all the joy billowing through me. Sven stared at me with these hungry, blue eyes, his stubbled chin coated in Aingeal’s juices.

“Ride him, Mistress,” Nathalie said, golden hair sweeping about her angelic face. Her little titties jiggled with such enthusiasm.

“Why don’t you ride him, too, you naughty, little slut,” I purred, rubbing my brother’s cock against my shaved pussy lips.

“Yes, Mistress,” Nathalie moaned in delight.

Sven licked his cream-covered lips, eager to feast on her. She sprang onto him in a flash, her blonde hair swaying about her shoulders. Then she pressed her golden bush into my brother’s hungry mouth.

“That’s it, brother mine,” I moaned. “Lick that little slut’s pussy. Make her squeal on your lips.”

“He is, Mistress,” she moaned, squirming her hips, her firm tits jiggling.

“Now it’s your turn,” Aingeal said as the faerie grabbed the lamia, pulling Zanyia to her large, pillowy tits.

“Mmm, fuck him hard, Mistress,” purred Zanyia before her face buried between Aingeal’s big tits.

“I will,” I said and impaled my pussy down his shaft.

“Sister dear,” he groaned into Nathalie’s pussy.

“Brother mine!” I whimpered. “Oh, Rithi, he feels amazing in me!”

My brother grunted.

I closed my eyes and just savored feeling him in me. It was so wondrous to have our bodies united in incestuous passion. I groaned, my pussy clenching and relaxing on his cock. I never wanted to give him up. I would be with him forever.

Nothing would stop me.

He groaned as I rose up him, my pussy gripping his cock. Pleasure rippled through me. Ecstasy shot through me. My eyes widened as the delight surged through me. I groaned, wiggling my hips, stirring just the tip through my cunt.

Then I impaled myself down him, my round breasts bouncing, the ruby amulet swaying between them.

“Mistress,” Nathalie gasped. She grabbed my tits, her fingers stroking the vine tattooed across my left breast. She brushed my nipples. “Ooh, yes, your brother is… is…”

“Just enjoy him, slut,” I moaned as she pinched my nipples.

My cunt clenched down hard on my brother’s cock. I whimpered, riding him faster and faster. My breasts jiggled, my nipples stretching in her grasp. I shuddered, the delight rippling through my body, compelling me to ride my brother faster and faster.

I loved working my pussy up and down his cock. My arms went around Nathalie’s neck, pulling the girl into my tits, sharing her with my brother. She moaned and purred into my breasts, her lips kissing and nuzzling at the inner slopes. She kissed, teasing me, driving me so wild.

I leaned forward into her, rubbing my clit into my brother’s pubic bone. His wiry pubic hair tickled me. I shuddered, drinking in the incestuous situation, the bed creaking and groaning as I fucked him faster and faster. I made such beautiful art with my brother.

“Rithi!” I moaned. “Oh, thank you, my radiant Goddess!”

“Gods, yes,” Nathalie moaned. “Rithi’s inspiring beauty, Master! That’s my clit.”

“It’s so cute,” my brother groaned, his voice throaty.

I shuddered, taking his cock to the hilt in my cunt. My clit sparked delight on his pubic bone. The incestuous pleasure surged through me. My cunt clenched hard on his dick. I whimpered as Nathalie’s mouth engulfed my nipple. She sucked hard.

I came.

My pussy spasmed about my brother’s cock. It rippled around it, worshiped it. Incestuous bliss filled me. I whimpered and groaned, stars dancing before my eyes as the euphoria washed through my body.

“Rithi!” I whimpered. “Gods, I love cumming on your dick, brother mine.”

Nathalie whimpered about my nipple. The girl trembled. I stroked down her back, feeling her orgasm rage through her, given that same gift by my brother’s passion. My eyes rolled back into my head as my cunt convulsed about his dick.

“Pater’s huge cock!” he growled into Nathalie’s cunt.

Hot cum spurted into me.

My brother’s incestuous cum pumped hot into my cunt’s depths. My snatch spasmed harder. Another wave of rapture surged through me. My pussy milked his cock. I wrung him dry as he growled into his sex slave’s pussy.

“Ooh, that’s so hot to watch,” Zanyia purred, her head resting on Aingeal’s pillowy tits.

“Hot to feel!” I whimpered as my brother’s final blast of cum fired into my cunt.

Chapter Forty-One: The Princess’s Jubilation

Princess Ava

I opened my real eyes, shivering after my experience in the feyhound body. It was such a… unique delight. My bedmaid still whimpered from being fucked by me. I stared down my clothed body to my crotch, half-expecting to see a cock thrusting from my pussy folds.

“Oh, Princess,” Greta whimpered. “That was incredible.”

“Yeah,” I groaned and stood up. The incredible lust to go and fuck my father had dissipated. I had satiated my lusts for a moment.

A knock came at the door. Hope surged through me. Was it word about Sven and his women? “Enter!”

A glimmer in a white robe entered, her young face staring at me with a nervous smile. “Your, um, companions are awake, Your Highness.” Awe touched her face. “Rithi granted a miracle.”

I hoped the priests and priestesses of Rithi would keep secret that I stayed here. My father must be tearing apart Kivoneth looking for me. But Shevoin should have lied to him, told him I went south towards Thlin instead of northeast.

Excitement swallowed that fear. My Sven was awake. “Take me to him!”

“Right away, Your Highness.”

Greta grabbed a robe and pulled it over her naked body. We followed the glimmer through the painted walls of the temple. Every inch was covered in art of surpassing beauty. Each one painted by a different master. Statues that captured the essence of their subjects stood in alcoves or rested on plinths. Tapestries woven with delicate designs hung over corridors that crisscrossed the main one. We reached a door, the wood carved with the fanciful designs of a dragon.

I opened the door and smiled at the sight of Kora dismounting her brother, her face flushed, her round tits heaving. Joy bubbled up inside of me as I stared at the sight of my betrothed surrounded by his women, his face smeared in pussy juices. Nathalie shuddered beside him, her little tits flushed.

“Sven!” I gasped and rushed into the room, the heat swelling inside of me, my strawberry-blonde hair dancing about my shoulders.

I jumped onto the bed, crawled over Nathalie, and pressed up against his side. I kissed him hard, his stubbled cheeks feeling amazing on me, so rough and strong. I tasted two different pussies on his lips, one was honey and the other a sweet delight. Was one of them Kora’s pussy I tasted? I wasn’t sure who I was tasting, but it was good. I shivered at the mix of cream as my tongue plunged into his mouth.

“You’re alive!” I said when I broke the kiss. Tears stung my eyes.

“We’re alive,” Sven nodded. He looked around the room. “You did this?”

I nodded my head.

“Gods, you are amazing, Ava.”

I beamed at him as the tears spilled down my cheeks.

“Yes, you are,” Kora said.

I glanced over at Kora, sitting back on the bed, her thighs spread wide, her brother’s cum leaking out of her. My tongue flicked across my lips, tasting the lingering cunt cream. “That’s not your pussy I’m tasting on his face, is it, Kora.”

“Nope,” she said, giving me a naughty twinkle. The sight of that incestuous mix of their fluids sent a hunger through me. “I haven’t had my pussy licked yet.” She arched blonde eyebrows. “Care to remedy that?”

“I would,” I said and moved towards her.

I crawled between her thighs, my pussy growing hot beneath my skirt. My arousal rose, but not that urge to fuck my father. Not when I had Sven here to take care of me. I felt his eyes on my rump. I wiggled it as I nestled between his sister’s thighs. I pressed my face into her snatch and licked.

His salty, wonderful, creamy cum mixed with the tangy flavor of her pussy. I shuddered, the delight coating my tongue. Kora gasped, her back arching. Her hands grasped her tits, squeezing them while her thighs pressed on my face. Her flowering vine tattoo rippled before my face on her groin as she writhed and humped her snatch against me.

“Ooh, yes, yes, Ava,” gasped Kora. “You saved us. You’re amazing.”

“Yes, you are,” Sven growled. His hands squeezed my ass through my gown. “You deserve a reward.”

“Hard cock in her pussy?” Aingeal asked. She settled down on Kora’s face, straddling her. The faerie’s pillowy tits swayed and jiggled as she squirmed her hips, grinding her hot cunt on Kora’s face. “That’s your idea of a reward, my husband?”

“Master’s a pervert,” Zanyia purred.

“Yes, he is,” I moaned as Sven hiked my skirt. “Mmm, I haven’t had a dick in me in so long.”

“It’s been a year since I’ve fucked more than your proxy,” Sven groaned. He flipped my skirt over my ass and shuddered, rubbing his cock against my wet bush, just grazing my vulva with the tip. “Your wet and silky. Gods, I’ve missed this.”

“Me, too!” I gasped as his cock rammed into me, pressing my face into his sister’s twat.

“Fuck her little princess-pussy,” moaned Aingeal, grinding her pussy on Kora’s mouth. “Just pound her hard, my husband. She needs it.”

“Mmm, yes,” I moaned and then buried my tongue into Kora’s cunt, my snatch clenching down on Sven’s withdrawing dick.

Pleasure rippled through me. I groaned into Kora’s juicy twat, her shaved vulva rubbing on my lips and cheeks. Cream and cum coated my chin. I loved it. I reveled in it. Sven slammed back into me, his balls smacking into my clit.

Pleasure shot through me.

I whimpered. My eyes fluttered. I stirred my hips around his dick, savoring the feel of his girth reaming me. This wondrous delight that slammed over and over into my cunt. I reveled in it. I rejoiced at the force of his strokes slamming into my snatch. It consumed me. It drove me wild.

My tongue fluttered through his sister’s snatch. I scooped up his salty cum mixed with her tangy pussy. It was such a delicious treat. She tasted so good. I never wanted to stop licking her, feasting on her creampie while her brother fucked me so hard.

“Ava!” Sven groaned, his strong hands stroking my rump as he plowed me. “Gods, I have missed this pussy!”

I clenched down on him, whimpering into his sister’s cunt.

“Fuck her, my husband,” Aingeal moaned, grinding her twat on Kora’s hungry mouth. The faerie’s pink hair danced about her face. Her body shuddered. “Ooh, fuck her while your sister-wife feasts on my cunt.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Slata’s hairy cunt! That’s good! Fuck me, Sven!”

“I’ll make you explode!” he growled, thrusting harder, his balls smacking into my clit, his crotch into my rump. My body rocked, my small tits jiggling in the bodice of my gown. “Your snatch will writhe about my dick.”

“Yes!” I squealed in utter delight, my cunt clenching down hard on his invading cock. My juices ran down my thighs, my pussy churned to a froth by his ramming shaft. “Gods, I love it! I love you, Sven! Kora! Aingeal! I love you all!”

Such joy surged through me. I was with my family. I hugged Kora’s thighs, pressing her pussy tight against my face. I licked so hard through her folds. I never wanted to let her go. Him go. All of them go. I wanted us to stay together always. To be so happy and joyful.

To share in our perverse pleasures together.

Aingeal leaned over Kora, the faerie’s tits swaying and bouncing as she groaned. Her wings fluttered behind her, so beautiful and delicate. I loved the sight of the rapture crossing her face. It built the excitement in my cunt.

My snatch clenched down on his thrusting dick. I whimpered, my eyes rolling back in my head as I slammed back into him. His balls thwacked over and over against my clit. Sparks shot through me. Waves of heat washed through my body.

“Oh, god, yes,” he grunted, his dick thrusting so hard into me. “Your cunt… Your cunt is amazing.”

“Uh-huh,” I whimpered, my eyes rolling back in my head. “Pound me. Gods, just pound me and cum in me!”

“Pater’s cock, yes!”

Sven hammered me. My pussy drank in the friction. I gasped and moaned into Kora’s pussy. My tongue wiggled into her depths, searching for more of her brother’s cum while his dick slammed into me. My orgasm swelled and swelled in my cunt. Every stroke brought me closer and closer to drowning in ecstasy.

“Ava!” Kora gasped, her thighs squeezing about my face.

Her tangy pussy juices flooded my mouth. Her body bucked. Her tits jiggled. I made her cum. Joy surged through me, racing for my cunt filled with her brother’s cock. He pounded me so hard. My snatch drank in every stroke, turning it into rapture that swelled in my core.

“Rithi’s inspiring beauty, you’re amazing Ava!” gasped Kora.

“So are you!” Aingeal moaned. “Cernere’s black cunt!”

The faerie’s wings beat so hard she rose from Kora’s face, bathing the blonde in pussy juices that gushed out of her snatch. The faerie’s tits heaved before her as she quivered in the air, her eyes squeezed shut, her moans resounding.

“Gods, that is hot,” Sven groaned and rammed his cock into my cunt.

He erupted.

My eyes widened. That wondrous heat spurted into me over and over. His cum spilled into my pussy. Not my father’s incestuous jizz, but my betrothed’s amazing seed. The man I loved filled me. I whimpered, my snatch clenching tight about his erupting dick.

Then I joined my family in rapture.

My pussy spasmed about his dick. I groaned and gasped as my pussy milked his cock. My flesh writhed about him as the pleasure surged through my body. My eyes rolled back in my head. Stars burst through my vision.

“Sven!” I howled. “Pater’s wondrous cock, yes! You’re cumming in me!”

“My sweet princess,” he grunted as the final spurt of his jizz fired into my depths. “You’re mine!”

“Yours!”

Tears fell down my cheeks as the joy burst through me. I never wanted to part from my family.

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Zanyia

As Princess Ava buried her face into Mistress Kora’s pussy and Master moved to fuck her, I grinned at Greta. “We haven’t had a chance to play.”

I seized the busty, blonde girl’s hand and hauled her to the bed, her big tits jiggling beneath her loosely tied robe. She was two years older than Nathalie, sixteen and delicious. My tongue flicked out, so eager to devour her.

Nathalie pressed up beside me, her hands darting for the ties of Greta’s robes.

“You’re our Master’s newest sex slave,” I declared as Nathalie and I ripped open her robe, exposing her naked body.

“What?” Greta protested.

Nathalie nodded her head. “You are. It’s wonderful being Sven’s slave.”

“No, no, I’m the princess’s bedmaid,” Greta protested as I pulled her down on the bed while Master hiked Princess Ava’s skirt, ready to plunder her cunt.

“It’s the same thing,” I told her, parting her legs and shuddering at the sight of the cum smeared over her blonde bush. Thick and white. Whose was it? I inhaled. It smelled familiar.

“You’ll love being his slave,” Nathalie added. She squeezed my naked butt, making my tail twitch from side to side, brushing her cute face.

“But…” Greta’s eyes widened as I leaned my face down between her thighs. “I…”

“Hush,” I said then inhaled. The cum had a woody hint to it. “Ooh, you fucked Scáthnamhaid, naughty girl.”

Greta glanced at Princess Ava eating pussy and being fucked by Master hard. “I… did.”

“Naughty slave.” I licked my tongue. “I loved being fucked by a feyhound. It’s so wild, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Greta answered then gasped as I buried my face between her thighs and lapped up her tart cream along with the feyhound’s salty, woody treat.

The delight melted on my tongue. I purred, my ears twitching, my tail swishing. I lapped my tongue through her folds, her golden bush tickling my cheeks. The naughty girl shuddered as I feasted on her creampie, my own snatch getting so hot and juicy.

Nathalie helped me out. She was such a loving girl.

Two of her delicate fingers penetrated my snatch while she nuzzled her face between my butt-cheeks. Her tongue danced around my asshole, teasing me, making me shiver and groan. My eyes fluttered and my ears twitched while she rimmed me. She pumped her digits in and out of my cunt, her tongue stimulating my sphincter.

I purred louder. My tongue penetrated deep into Greta’s pussy. The naked slavegirl gasped, her large tits jiggling as she ground her cunt against my hungry mouth. Her thighs brushed my ears, sending tingles racing through my body. My pussy clenched tight on Nathalie’s plunging fingers.

“Oh, Gods,” gasped Greta. “Oh, Gods, your tongue… It’s so different.”

“Lamia tongues just feel amazing,” Nathalie moaned.

“So does your cute human tongue,” I groaned, wiggling my hips. I gasped as she rimmed my asshole again.

Then she pressed against my sphincter. My anal ring surrendered and her tongue entered my bowels. Wicked delight melted down to my pussy. My snatch clenched and relaxed on her probing fingers. I purred louder into Greta’s pussy, lapping up the feyhound’s spunk out of her tart depths.

Such a wondrous treat.

I nuzzled my face tight against her snatch. My tongue fluttered through her folds, licking, lapping, gathering up all the cum and pussy cream I could. I feasted on it while Nathalie teased my body. Her tongue wiggled around in my asshole, stimulating me while my pussy drank in the friction of her naughty digits.

My tail swished back and forth, rubbing against the top of Nathalie’s head. That felt so delightful, adding another bit of stimulation to the delight already surging through my nethers. I shuddered, wiggling my hips as she pleasured me.

“Oh, Gods, this is amazing,” groaned Greta.

“See,” I moaned. “Being Master’s slavegirl is the best.”

“Yes!” Nathalie moaned and slipped a third finger into my snatch.

She stretched out my cunt more. The friction rippled through me, meeting the delight pouring out of my asshole. Her tongue squirmed as deep as she could reach into my bowels. I loved it. My eyes squeezed shut as my orgasm swelled and swelled.

Greta gasped. She pinched her fat, pink nipples. Her entire body bucked and heaved. Her moans echoed through the room, marching with the sounds Master and his wives made beside us. I loved it. I flicked my tongue up to her clit.

“Zanyia!” Greta squealed and then her juices gushed out of her body.

She bucked and spasmed on the bed. Her pleasure surged through the room. She whimpered and moaned, quivering as the pleasure flowed through her body. The sound was so amazing. I loved it. I reveled in it.

My tongue licked faster and harder through her snatch. I stimulated her. I gathered up all her yummy, tart cream. The excitement surged through me. My purr rumbled louder in my throat. My ears twitched. My tail slashed through the air.

I came.

“Oh, Zanyia, yes!” whimpered Greta.

“Nathalie!” I moaned, the pleasure rippling through my body.

My cunt spasmed about her three fingers as they plunged over and over into me, stimulating me. The friction sent waves of rapture flooding out of my snatch. My eyes squeezed shut. My bowels writhed about her probing tongue.

Such bliss filled me. Wonderful, buzzing bliss. We were alive. And the harem had grown. Master had a new slavegirl to love. It was so amazing. I purred with such delight as my tail slashed back and forth, caressing Nathalie’s face.

“Mmm, you taste so good, Zanyia,” Nathalie moaned. “And smell so good.”

“I know,” I purred. “You have to try our fellow slavegirl.”

“Yes,” Greta moaned. “And I bet you taste so good, too, Nathalie.”

Nathalie squealed in delight and ripped her fingers out of my cunt. I smiled as the petite slavegirl scampered past me to mount the busty slut’s face. Greta grabbed her thighs and pulled her down. My body shuddered as I watched them, euphoria spilling through me.

I was so glad a miracle happened.

Chapter Forty-Two: Inspiration’s Freedom

Aingeal

“We need to give you a proxy with big tits so you can do this, princess,” I purred as I wrapped my big breasts around Sven’s pussy soaked cock. He lay on his back again, a huge grin on his face as he savored the delight of my boobs engulfing his dick.

“Yes, I need that proxy,” Ava groaned.

“Enjoy,” Kora said and rolled off the bed. She made her way towards the aoi si.

“Aingeal,” Sven moaned as I pumped my tits up and down my husband’s cock. Ava’s pussy juices lubed his shaft. It slid easily between them.

“That looks like so much fun,” Ava said, such envy in her voice. “I really do need to make a proxy with big tits.”

“Yes,” Sven agreed, his hand stroking my head, playing with my pink hair color.

I squeezed my tits hard about his dick, working them up and down. It made my pussy tingle to give him pleasure. My wings fluttered as I stared up his body. We’d come so close to death, but we survived. And that was such a beautiful thing. I wanted to revel in that fact with my family.

“Now when his cock emerges from your tits,” I said, lowering my head and watching the crown of his dick emerge from between my pillowy tits, “you can do naughty things. Like this.”

I licked the tip, tasting Ava’s fresh pussy juices mixed with his salty precum. Sven groaned and Ava shuddered, leaning in close. Her strawberry-blonde locks brushed my breasts as she leaned in and took a lick.

“Or suck it,” I added.

She did.

Sven groaned.

I shuddered, working my tits as the princess loved his cock every time it emerged. She gave him brief sucks and fluttering licks that made him groan. His shaft twitched and throbbed between my pillowy tits.

I loved it. I stared up his body, his blue eyes smoldering with pleasure. It gave me such joy to play with him. I was so glad Kora tricked me into becoming his wife. It was so fulfilling. I never knew such joy before.

“Gods, that’s amazing,” he groaned. “Ava… your lips… Pater’s cock, that’s great.”

“Mmm, Biaute’s perfect tits,” Ava moaned. “It’s so hot watching your cock emerge from these beautiful boobs.”

“They are divine,” I said with a grin.

“Yes!” Sven groaned, his face twisting with pleasure, his blond hair spilling about his hungry features. “I’m going to shower you both in cum.”

“Ooh, do that,” I gasped, pumping my tits as hard as I could.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Ava moaned, flicking her tongue again.

Sven let out a low groan. Then his dick pulsed between my tits. He erupted. His hot cum fired out of his cock. It spurted out in a mighty fountain of salty cum. It splattered against Ava’s face. She jolted up, letting the next blast splash my features.

I shuddered, the salty delight spilling over my face. Ava pressed her cheek against mine, the two of us reveling in the cum drenching our faces. The salty treat landed in my mouth and melted on my tongue. I shuddered, my pussy growing so hot and wet.

“Oh, Gods, that’s delicious, Sven,” I moaned.

“Las’s cum!” I whimpered, my pussy clenching. “I need your cock in me, my husband! I need to ride that dick!”

“Do it!” Ava moaned as Sven grunted, his dick spurting a final time between my tits. “Fuck him so hard!”

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Ealaín

“You’re just watching,” Kora said to me as she sauntered from the bed.

I nodded my head, Ava leaning over and observing Aingeal performing a titty fuck on Sven’s dick. How would Sven react to the ultimatum my mother gave? Would he truly keep his word, or would he find a way to weasel out of it and condemn Kora to death.

Hopefully, he had a high enough regard for his sister’s life—and the life of Aingeal, Zanyia, and Nathalie—that he wouldn’t renege on his deal with Rithi. I was close to freeing Kora from him so she could create art in my mother’s name. She deserved better than the life her brother gave him.

She only needed perspective. Once separated from her brother and away from the temptation he provided, she’d see things clearer. She’d use the pain of losing him to create works of such breathtaking meaning.

I couldn’t wait to witness them.

“You should join us,” Kora said, taking my hand.

“It’s your family,” I said.

“But you’re my muse.” A smile played on her lips, her blonde hair shifting about her features. “You’re apart of my family, too. This is where you belong.” She glanced over her shoulder. “There, among all of this creativity.” Kora touched the amulet about her neck.

That had to be destroyed.

“You’re my muse, so you have to be inspired, too,” Kora purred, her ivory fingers sliding down my dark skin to my shaved pubic mound. I shuddered when she found my clit. “Huh, don’t you just feel that inspiration surging through you?”

“Yes,” I whimpered, my clit throbbing. I couldn’t fight it. I let it sprout into a dick. It swelled between her fingers. She grasped it, stroking my expanding shaft.

“Mmm, that’s it,” she groaned and fell to her knees before me. She stared up at me as her lips nuzzled at the tip of my dick. “Just watch all that inspiration on the bed while I create something beautiful.”

“So beautiful,” I panted as her mouth engulfed my girl-dick.

My pussy clenched as she sucked. Her mouth felt incredible about my dick. Her tongue danced around it, stirring it up, making my eyes flutter. I shuddered, my big tits swaying. The tips of my short hair brushed my shoulders she bobbed her mouth.

She created something so beautiful. Her tongue danced around me as I watched Sven enjoy his titty fuck. He didn’t need his sister. Not when he had Aingeal and Ava to keep him company. He didn’t need so many women. He had to see that. He had to let his sister go so she could create such majesty.

“Rithi’s inspiring beauty,” I whimpered, my pussy clenching harder. Her suction reached into my cunt’s hot depths, touching my ovaries. “Oh, Kora, yes!”

She sucked and slurped, her blue eyes shining up at me. Her blonde hair danced about her youthful features as she loved me. Her right hand stroked the base of my cock, fisting it hard, while her left found the wet folds of my twat. She stroked my pussy lips, her tongue dancing about the crown of my dick.

Pleasure fluttered through me. Such wondrous delight billowed through me. I whimpered and groaned, my hips shifting from side to side as she pleasured me. Her wet mouth slid up and down my cock. She took more and more of it. My cock brushed the back of her throat.

My eyes bulged. “Henta’s amazing prowess!” I gasped, crying out to my other divine mother, the hermaphroditic Goddess of the Hunt. “So good!”

Kora deep-throated my dick.

“Oh, yes, Kora! Embrace the inspiration of my cock.”

My shaft slid down her gullet. The tight sheath massaged it. I shuddered, my cunt clenching hard, her fingers still rubbing up and down my folds. Her right hand released my shaft so she could swallow every inch of it.

She pressed her lips into the wet folds of my cunt. She swallowed and moaned, caressing my cock, stimulating it. Such delight shot up my shaft. I whimpered, my tits swaying as she pleasured me. My ovaries grew tighter and tighter.

It was incredible. Kora inspired me.

“Rithi, yes!” I gasped, my eyes fluttering. “Oh, Kora, you wondrous artist! I… I… Yes!”

My cum fired down her throat. The pleasure surged through me. Rapture pulsed out of my girl-dick. My pussy spasmed, juices flooding out around her stroking fingers. Ecstasy wreathed my mind as she moaned about my cock.

Her blue eyes smoldered as she stared up at me. She was incredible. Amazing. I sucked in a deep breath, the pleasure surging through my body. I would protect her. I would set her free from her brother so she could create such beautiful art.

She would change the world with her creations.

“Oh, sweet Kora,” I whimpered, my voice throaty, my tits heaving as my body shook. “You are all the inspiration I need.”

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Sven Falk

Aingeal slammed her pussy down on my cock while Ava snuggled up to me. I groaned, my eyes flicking past the faerie pumping her cunt up and down my dick to my sister. She pulled her mouth off of Ealaín’s dick on the other side of the room. Kora said something, and Ealaín nodded her head. My sister turned onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to the hermaphrodite.

“Yes!” Kora gasped as Ealaín buried that ebony girl-dick into my sister’s cunt. “Ooh, fuck me! Let’s create art.”

Ava squirmed against me. Aingeal moaned as she rode me. Zanyia and Nathalie writhed with Greta only a foot away. I reached out, stroking my lamia slave’s rump, her tail caressing my forearm. I wanted Kora here with us.

But…

She belonged with Ealaín. Making art in safety. I couldn’t continue being selfish and take her away from her dream. She always wanted to make art, to serve Rithi with her creations. I wrenched my gaze away from my sister and stared at Aingeal then at Ava. I groped Zanyia’s rump. Nathalie squealed in delight.

Pain squeezed my heart. I ignored it and kissed Ava.

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Zizthithana – Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

I dismounted from my horse, hating to be in a fully human appearance. But we traveled through Zeutch. The sight of a naga would have soldiers hunting my party. I fought the urge to sigh in relief, my thighs throbbing and aching.

“What?” I asked Shilia, my lamia slave. She crouched in a field. She had ranged ahead, scouting for us. I traveled in a small party. Besides my slave, only with Gor, a brutal ogre I kept cloaked in shadows, and his handler, Antrevia, accompanied me.

“I found him, dread Istandar,” Shilia called, her gray-black ears twitching.

Before I could march to her, the ogre rumbled, “Travelers.” The deep baritone of his voice rattled my bones. “Play?”

I looked up the road and spotted a wagon being driven by two oxen, a man and a woman sitting on the seat. They had the look of farmers, the back of the wagon loaded with lumpy, burlap sacks. My mind considered it for a moment.

“Enjoy.”

The invisible hulk rumbled in delight. I let the shadows melt from him, exposing his greasy, yellow bulk. He charged down the road, his handler galloping after his sport. Ogres loved to violate any living creature they could with their cocks. Male or female, they didn’t care. Las’s cum had birthed something foul with their race.

I left him to his rape and Antrevia to her enjoyment watching his brutal passions. I crossed the fields. Screams rose behind me. I marched with imperious strides to my lamia. She fell into a low crouch before two bloated bodies. Flies crawled on them. Animals had feasted on both, chewing away flesh from the face.

But I still recognized Keythivak and his lamia.

Irritation swelled through me. I glared down at my failed servant. If he had performed his task, I wouldn’t have had to abandon my comforts and risk my own safety out here. A woman screamed in the background, Gor rumbling his pleasure.

I looked to the west, the trail continuing onward. I would find the amulet and the thieves. When I did, I would unleash Gor upon them. I would take such delight watching the ogre rut with their bodies.

To be continued…

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A futa gets quite the surprise when she visits home for her half-sister’s eighteenth birthday!

The World’s First Futa’s Daughters – Futa’s First Taboo Pleasure

Chapter One: Rebecca’s Taboo Futa Discovery

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

October 13th, 2041 – Rebecca Woodward

Today, my half-sister turned eighteen.

Music thudded through our house while she and her friends giggled downstairs. Brita sounded like she was having a great time. I could hear their feet swishing over the carpet as they danced to the latest single from my other half-sister, Nari.

I had a lot of futa-half-sisters out there.

I was one of Becky Woodward’s daughters. She had thousands and thousands and thousands of us. At least a few were born every day, or so the gossip magazines claimed. The world’s first futa was single-handily creating a new generation that was changing the demographics of the human race forever.

All her daughters were futas as far as I knew. I was friends with about a dozen of them on social media and had even met a few in real life. It was cool to talk to other girls going through the same problems as you. That first erection in the middle of gym class, talking about our first kiss with a girl, our first times. Many normal girls were curious about us.

I had my share of girlfriends throughout high school. None lasted. Now at twenty and going to college, I was still playing around. I hadn’t found anyone special, yet. I thought I had last year, but she was jealous of all the attention I got and thought I was cheating on her.

My mom knocked on the door, sticking her head in. She was young when she met my mother, Becky, and had me. Every woman my mom fucked had a baby. Shortly after, she married Brita’s dad, Vern. He was a great guy, but he was killed in a car accident a few years back.

Even self-driving cars could have those.

Vern was a great dad. I missed him. So did Mom and Brita.

“Yeah?” I asked.

My mom stuck her head in. “Are they being too noisy for you? I know it’s getting late.”

I was sitting at my desk studying. “It’s fine, Mom. They’ll peter out in a few hours. I’m a college student. I’m used to staying up late.”

“Okay,” Mom said. She was still a beautiful woman in her late thirties, her black hair spilling down her face. Her eyes flicked to me and I suddenly became aware I was in a pair of panties and a tank top that molded to my round breasts. “Well, good night. It’s good that you came home for the weekend. Brita was thrilled you were here.”

“Was she?” I asked. “She’s having more fun with her friends.” Anya, Ramona, and Lizzie were over to have a fun slumber party to celebrate.

“Oh, your sister adores you,” Mom said. “Well, if you don’t think they’re too noisy…”

“If you think they’re too noisy, Mom, tell them to be quiet.”

“Oh, no, I couldn’t do that,” she said. “It’s Brita’s birthday. Besides, I’m a heavy sleeper. Good night, Rebecca.”

“Good night, Mom,” I said, shaking my head.

Mom closed my door. I heard her enter her bedroom next to mine. The bed creaked as she settled down for the night. I went back to studying. I was copying information from my laptop onto notecards—I found it easier to memorize things that weren’t on a computer screen—and yawned. It was approaching two in the morning and the girls sounded like they were running out of steam.

So was I.

I stretched my back, debating going to bed when a soft knock came at my door.

“Yeah, Mom?” I asked.

“It’s not your mom,” a soft voice whispered. “It’s Anya. Can I come in?”

I blinked. “Oh, sure,” I said. “Come in.”

Anya was one of my sister’s friends. My door creaked open and I blinked at Anya. She was a Black girl with a dark weave of hair spilling down around her plump face. She had a curvy body that was almost entirely revealed to me. She was nearly naked, her breasts round and dark, her nipples thrusting hard. A pair of pink panties clung to her crotch, the outline of her pussy lips molded in the satin.

My jaw dropped. I was two years older than them and had even babysat the pair a few times—something Brita thought was completely unfair—so I thought of Brita and her friends as children. It was hard to remember they were all eighteen now, in their last year of school before college. I swallowed as Anya closed the door behind her.

She had this breathless nervousness about her. She swallowed, her breasts rising and falling with her quickened breaths. She rubbed her hands against her belly, staring at me with glassy eyes. She licked her lips.

“I… I…” She swallowed. “You’re just so beautiful, Rebecca. I’ve always wanted to be with a futa. With you. I’ve had such a crush on you and then you were here for the night and if I didn’t do this you’d go back to college and I want my first time to be with you and…”

She ran out of breath.

A hot shudder ran through me. My futa-dick swelled hard in my panties, throbbing and aching as my gaze flicked up and down her body. She was a sexy girl. A hot shudder ran through me. My fingers flexed and relaxed. It was hard to think as all the blood rushed to my cock. My pussy grew so wet as she stood there.

I rose from my seat, unable to resist this delight. It was hard to think of Anya as a child now. Not with those round, lush breasts, her nipples so hard. She trembled as I advanced. She was a little taller than me. I cupped her dark face and pulled her down for a kiss.

This wasn’t the first girl who had come to my room at college. I savored the flavor of her mouth on mine. Her lips were hot and wet. I kissed her hard, loving how she moaned. Her hands grabbed my tank top as her tongue dueled with mine. She gripped my shirt, fingers stretching the material. I shuddered, loving the delight of this.

Then she tugged it up. She was bold for a virgin. I shuddered as our tongues danced and dueled. The fabric rolled up my stomach to my breasts. My nipples drank in the caress of the fabric as she pulled my top over my tits. We broke our kiss so she could take it off.

This time as we kissed, our breasts pressed together. I shuddered, my hands grabbing her rump. I kneaded her, teased her, pulled her against me. She shuddered and ground against me. My futa-dick ached and throbbed in the silky confines of my panties while my nipples rubbed against hers.

Sparks flared down to my throbbing girl-dick. My pussy grew hotter and hotter as I navigated her through my room. I turned her and backed her towards my bed. She whimpered into the kiss, clinging to me, her lips hot and delicious.

When she reached my bed, she broke the kiss. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Rebecca. You’re just so sexy.”

“So are you,” I purred, my hand squeezing her rump. “Mmm, I’m going to make you explode.”

“I know you will,” Anya groaned. “Thea’s sister always talks about how your night together.”

I smiled. “That was a naughty slumber party.”

“So is this one,” moaned Anya as she sank down onto the bed, her eyes hot. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of my panties and yanked them down.

My hard futa-dick popped out before her, thrusting from the shaved folds of my pussy. My sweet musk filled my nose, drifting up my body while my plump breasts jiggled before me. Agnes groaned, seizing my pale shaft with her dark fingers. The Black girl opened her mouth wide and sucked my girl-dick into her mouth.

I gasped, my pussy clenching, at the hunger of her sucking. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard. I groaned, the pleasure spilling through my body. I shook and shuddered. This amazing rapture surged through my body. It was an incredible delight. My heart pounded in my chest. My head shook from side to side, my fingers clenching and relaxing.

“Slow down,” I panted as she sucked with such hunger. I grabbed the side of her head and pulled me off my dick. “Mmm, I want to pop off in you. I’m not my mom. I didn’t get the stamina gene.”

“Oh,” she said. “But you got the big dick gene.”

I winked at her.

I pushed her down onto her back and cupped those delicious breasts, my dark fingers digging into her flesh. She quivered, licking her lips. My dick throbbed, a line of pussy juices running down it. I savored the feel as I leaned down and latched my mouth onto a nipple.

The virgin gasped and moaned. She shuddered beneath me. She gasped, squirming on the bed. Her moans echoed through my bedroom. I danced my tongue around her nipple, teasing her, my fingers kneading into her flesh.

“Mmm, I’m going to lick you all up,” I told her as I kissed down her breast, rubbing my face into her underboob. “Going to make you cum. Then I’m going to slide into your pussy. Won’t that be nice?”

“Yes,” she moaned, squirming on the bed.

I shuddered in delight. I went lower and lower. I kissed down her dark body, my hands caressing her sleek sides. Anya shuddered, the bed creaking as I went lower. My breasts brushed across her panties then felt her thighs. I kissed around her bellybutton, my fingers sliding down to her hips.

To the waistband of her pink panties.

I hooked them. She lifted her rump and let me wiggle them off. She shuddered and wiggled. I worked her panties down her hips, tugging on them. I exposed more and more of her shaved pubic mound, hungering of the sight of her pussy. She quivered, her breasts jiggling.

“Rebecca!” she moaned as I pulled her panties down and witnessed her virgin delight.

A tight, shaved pussy, her dark vulva plump. Just a hint of pink peeked out of her slit, glistening with her juices. It was such an inviting sight. I groaned, the hunger building and building in me. I licked my lips, eager to feast on her.

“You are beautiful, Anya,” I moaned, her tart musk filling my nose. “Ooh, I’m going to love you.”

“Yes!” she quivered.

I dived into her flesh. I licked and lapped up and down her slit. I caressed her, teased her. I reveled in the flavor of her pussy. My tongue parted her pink, fluttering through her. I didn’t find a hymen, but she felt tight as I probed into her depths. She shuddered on the bed, her thighs squeezing about my face.

The bed springs creaked as I feasted on her. She whimpered and moaned. Her tart juices flowed. I wrapped my arms around her legs, my fingers stroking her shaved pubic mound. I teased as my tongue fluttered through her folds. I loved how I made her gasp.

Her juices spilled over my tongue. They coated me in her passion. I savored them as I plunged my tongue into her depths. I stirred around in her. I tasted her passion. She gasped and whimpered, her moans echoing through my room.

“Rebecca,” she moaned, gripping my comforter. “Oh, Rebecca… Your tongue… Your tongue feels incredible.”

“Mmm, so does your pussy,” I purred. My fingers slid down between her legs, caressing her plump vulva. I parted her outer pussy lips, revealing her glistening depths. “Look at that juicy twat. Yum.”

“Oh, god,” she moaned. “This is so embarrassing and hot at the same time. You’re licking my pussy.” She covered her face as she shuddered.

“Yes, I am,” I purred and dove my mouth into her pussy.

I licked and lapped at her. My tongue caressed her pussy folds. I teased her. My tongue fluttered up and down her folds. She gasped, squeezing her thighs even tighter about me. I thrust my tongue into her depths, soaking in her tart delight.

Her pussy walls clenched around my tongue. My nose rubbed into her clit. I breathed in that wonderful musk. My futa-dick throbbed. My cream ran hot down my thighs. My nipples ached as I feasted on her. I licked and sucked, I savored every bit of her.

My tongue flicked up to her clit. I sucked on it. I loved it.

Unlike my clit, hers was just a cute bud and not a massive cock. I fluttered my tongue around it. She gasped. Her fingers gripped my hair. She tossed her head back and forth. Her passion spilled from her throat. It was this incredible delight to enjoy.

I sunk my tongue deep into her snatch. I caressed her. Teased her. I licked and sucked and fluttered my tongue against her folds. She whimpered and gasped. Her body shook on the bed. My finger probed into her pussy, sliding into her depths as I sucked on her clit.

“Oh, Rebecca!” she groaned. She rose up on her elbows, her dark eyes glassy. “Oh, that’s naughty. You’re… you’re… Yes!”

Her pussy convulsed around my finger. Her juices flooded out. She fell backward on my bed. Her tits jiggled as her stomach arched. The eighteen-year-old virgin writhed as I pumped my finger in and out of her depths, giving her a taste of passion.

A preview for my throbbing cock.

I licked up her juices as they spilled out of her. I devoured them, savoring their flavor. My tongue caressed her. Teased her. She shuddered and bucked on the bed. I loved it. This passion echoed around me. My bed creaked.

“Oh, wow, Rebecca,” she moaned, her stomach flexing, her pussy’s convulsions slowing about my finger. “That was incredible.”

I lifted my face, her pussy cream dripping down to my chin. “Wait until my cock’s in you.”

Her eyes widened.

“Mmm, I bet you want that, don’t you?” I said, standing up. My breasts jiggled. I grabbed my girl-dick and wagged it before her. “I bet you just want me to slide my girl-dick into your pussy and fu—”

She sat up and engulfed my cock again. She sucked on it hard. Her eyes staring up at me. I shuddered, my pussy clenching at the heat shooting through me. I groaned. This wild heat rippled through me. Her mouth felt amazing.

I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back. Her mouth popped off my dick. She panted as I pressed her to the bed. “Mmm, as nice as your mouth is, I bet your tight pussy will feel better. I can’t keep you up here all night. My sister might wonder where you went.”

“Right,” she moaned as I mounted her. She parted her legs, her hands grabbing my cock. “I want you in me. I want you to be my first.”

I smiled at her as she pressed my cock against her juicy folds. I leaned in and kissed her. My mouth pressed on hers. My tongue thrust into her mouth. She whimpered against me. Her tongue danced in my mouth. I caressed her. She shuddered, her hips wiggling back and forth. She rubbed my cock against her hot pussy lips.

I loved the feel of it. My dick pressed against hers. Then I sank into her depths. I shuddered at the feel of her hot pussy lips engulfing my girl-cock. Her virgin flesh wrapped about me. She whimpered, pleasure crossing her face.

I kissed her.

I let her taste her tart pussy as I sank deeper and deeper into the untouched territory of her sheath. Her flesh engulfed me. Welcomed me. She squeezed tight about me. She whimpered into the kiss as my cock filled her. Our breast pressed together. My nipple brushed hers, tingles racing through us both.

I broke the kiss as I bottomed out in her. I pressed my forehead against hers. “How is it?”

“Amazing, Rebecca!” she moaned, hugging me tight. Her hands grabbed my rump. “Oh, wow, you’re huge.”

“And you’re tight,” I purred. “Ready to really be fucked?”

“Yes!”

I drew back my hips and then slid my cock into her. I groaned, loving the way her flesh embraced my cock. How tight and juicy she was. She trembled beneath me. Her pussy clenched around my cock. I groaned, loving the feel of her.

I pumped away in and out of her pussy. I kissed her. Loved her. My tongue dueled with hers. I thrust hard into her pussy. I buried again and again into her. She clung to me, whimpering and moaning as I buried over and over into her.

“Rebecca!” she moaned, her fingernails scratching down my back to grab my rump. “Oh, yes, yes!”

“Mmm, just love it,” I groaned, nuzzling into her ear. “Savor it. Let the pleasure flow over you.”

“Yes, yes!” she moaned. “It’s like President Woodward is fucking me.”

“Ooh, don’t talk about my futa-mother right now!” I panted, her pussy clenching around me.

“Becky!” she gasped. “You’re named for her. You’re a Becky, too!”

“Yes!” I gasped, thrusting into the girl’s pussy as she imagined my futa-mother was fucking her.

A wild thrill ran through me. “You’re just a naughty intern!” I licked her ear. “Aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh!” she moaned, her pussy clenching. “I applied to be one of her virgin interns, but… but… I get you! I get a futa anyways!”

I kissed her, my breasts rubbing into hers. My pussy drank in the hot feel of pumping in and out of her cunt. Her tight twat gripped me. Our tongues dueled together as her body heaved beneath me. Her pussy clenched around my girl-dick. The heat was incredible. It rippled through me. Her hips moved, undulating, stirring around my shaft.

My cock throbbed in her depths. I plunged over and over into her. The friction built the ache at the tip. My ovaries grew tighter and tighter. My strokes grew harder. I rammed into her juicy pussy as she clung to me.

Her snatch grew hotter. She squeezed around me. The friction was incredible. Bliss flowed through me. My bed creaked. My breasts pressed into hers. Our nipples brushed as we kissed. She squirmed beneath me, writhing.

Such a treat.

“Anya!” I gasped, breaking the kiss. “Ooh, Anya, I’m almost there.”

“Yes, yes, cum in me, Becky!” she moaned. “Breed me!”

“Yes!” I gasped and lost it.

My futa-cum exploded out of my girl-cock. It splashed into her fertile depths. I shuddered atop the sexy, Black girl. I buried into her pussy’s depths, my cunt convulsing. Juices gushed out of me while my jizz fired into her.

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Anya. Her pussy convulsed around me. She joined me in orgasmic heaven. “You’re breeding me, Becky!”

My cum exploded over and over into her. The pleasure fired into my mind. It slammed into my mind while gentler waves of bliss washed out of my pussy. Her snatch milked my cock. Her flesh writhed around my girl-dick and drained my ovaries.

“Oh, Becky,” she whimpered as I spilled my final squirt into her. “Oh, that was wonderful.”

“Mmm, it was,” I purred as her eyes fluttered. She shifted and then her head turned.

“So tired,” she moaned. “You were amazing. Felt so good. Now… now…”

“Just take a quick nap,” I told her, kissing her cheek. “Then you have to skedaddle.”

She just mewled.

I groaned as I slid out of her pussy, my cum leaking out, staining her dark flesh with my pearly passion. I shuddered, my body trembling. I felt so sticky. I would let her recover while I took a shower. I padded to the door. It was late, so I could probably get away going naked. I flicked off my light and shut my door softly.

I smiled, glad I could give Anya a thrill. She was hardly the first girl to imagine I was my futa-mother. Most women wanted to be bred by the world’s first futa. It got me lots of pussy, and it was hot thinking I was breeding them. I didn’t have super sperm or anything, so I didn’t overcome a girl’s birth control.

As far as I knew, I didn’t have any futa-daughters out there.

I stepped into the warm shower and let it bathe me. I was starting to feel the late hour as the warm water caressed me. Anya was a delicious lover. I was here for the weekend. I had to head back to college on Sunday night. It was a two-hour drive, so not that bad. I could do some homework while my car drove itself.

I drifted through thoughts, thinking about what naughty things I could do with Anya when the water grew cool than cold. I sighed, turning it off. My cock was half-hard from naughty thoughts. Maybe I could have a second go with Anya before sending her downstairs.

She was keen to suck my cock.

As I dried off, I heard my mother’s bedroom door closed. I shuddered, hoping she didn’t hear me fucking Anya. She was usually a heavy sleeper. Maybe she just had to use the restroom and saw it was occupied.

I wrapped myself up in the towel and slipped out of the bathroom. I felt refreshed after my shower, my futa-dick half-hard, eager for more fun, but if Mom was awake, I was nervous about playing any more with Anya. I should send her downstairs.

I don’t know how Brita would react if she learned I’d fucked her friend.

I opened the door into my dark bedroom. Just enough light spilled around me to show Anya lying on my bed. She shifted a bit on my bed and let out a drowsy murmur. Then she said, “Why did you leave then come back in?”

“I took a shower,” I said.

“Not that fast,” she purred. “You just licked all your cum out of me. That was incredible.”

I froze. I did no such thing. My heart hammered in my chest. I glanced down the hallway to my mother’s bedroom door. There was no way she could have done that. She was my mother. It was incest for her to lick my cum out of Anya’s pussy.

“Come cuddle with me,” Anya murmured, her voice on the edge of sleep. “Mmm… that was… good cum…”

I closed the door on her, biting my lip. This strange heat swelled through me. I turned back to my mother’s door, my heart hammering in my chest. Did she really lick Anya clean of my cum? My futa-dick twitched and throbbed as I headed down the hallway.

I reached my mother’s bedroom door, shuddering. My nipples and futa-dick were both hard, both pressing on the soft texture of the terrycloth robe. I groaned, my heart hammering in my chest. My pussy clenched and relaxed. This strange heat washed through me.

On the other side of the door, I heard a creak. I frowned then listened carefully. I could hear heavy breathing just on the other side. Was my mother standing just inside her room? I swallowed, my heart hammering in my chest. Everything sounded so sharp. The house groaned as it settled. Someone stirred downstairs, shifting blankets.

My mother breathed just a foot away, separated by this barrier of wood.

I licked my lips. My hand trembled as I reached for the doorknob. Pussy juices spilled down my thighs. The towel felt so hot around me. The fabric suddenly itching. I wanted to throw it away. My cock tented the front, twitching, throbbing.

I grabbed the brass handle. What was I doing? She was my mother. She birthed me. I couldn’t do this. I gripped the cool metal. I heard my mother’s breathing quickened. She was just there, waiting for me to do something.

I opened the door.

It sounded so loud as it creaked inward. My mother was just on the other side of it, naked, her lips glassy with pussy juices, a bit of my incestuous cum staining her lips. She shuddered, her large breasts swaying. Her dusky nipples poked hard before her.

“Rebecca,” she croaked. Then her arm hooked around my neck.

Before I could stop her, she pulled me to her and kissed me. I shuddered, the towel falling away from my naked body. I pressed against my mother’s taboo flesh. Our tits came together, hers so soft on mine. My throbbing girl-dick slipped up her belly until it was trapped between our stomachs, throbbing and twitching.

I tasted Anya’s spicy pussy and my own cum on my mother’s lips. This incestuous heat rushed through me. I knew this was wrong, but I couldn’t help kissing her back as she pulled me into the room. We groaned together, our tongues dueling and dancing. Her breasts rose and fell against mine, her nipples caressing me. I shuddered at the heat.

Our tongues danced together. They played with each other. This naughty, wicked heat spilled through me. My nipples throbbed as they brushed hers. My pussy clenched. My dick drank in the feel of her smooth belly.

I was kissing my mother. Dizzying passion surged through me.

I couldn’t believe this was happening.

It was an incredible delight to experience. My hands found her plump rump. I gripped her, kneading her as our tongues dueled. Her free hand slid down my back to my ass. Her fingers dug into me, pulling me backward.

She hit her bed and gasped, breaking the kiss. “Rebecca!” she moaned. “Oh, damn, you’re so sexy!”

“What are we doing, Mom?” I whimpered as her fingers slid into my butt-crack.

“Mmm, we’re doing something naughty. You tasted so good in Anya. Just like your futa-mother.” She smacked her lips. “I loved eating her out of my friend Agnes after she bred us. Since your step-father died, I’ve wanted this. Wanted you. I know this is wrong. I know I’m your mother. That I brought you into this world. I just can’t resist, Rebecca.”

Her fingers jammed into my asshole. Two digits plunged into my bowels. I shuddered as she sat down on her bed. I groaned at the incestuous heat burning in my anal sheath. My pussy drank it in. My futa-cock throbbed hard, bobbing before me. My mom’s mouth opened wide.

She engulfed me.

My mom sucked on my girl-cock and fingered my asshole. I trembled, my breasts rising and falling. It was insane. I couldn’t believe how amazing this was. It was a wicked treat. I whimpered, my bowels clenching around her fingers. They jammed deep into me. She churned me up. She nursed on my cock.

Pussy juices spilled down my thighs. Her head bobbed. Her tongue darted around them. I shuddered as she pleased me. Brita’s father was a lucky man if he experienced this. I shuddered, my pussy clenched as mom kept sucking on my girl-dick.

She loved my futa-dick while her fingers plundered my asshole. She thrust them in deep, wiggling them around. Her mouth sucked with hungry pleasure on my futa-dick. My ovaries grew tight as she pleasured me. Dizzying pleasure swept over me.

I couldn’t believe I was enjoying this. It was insane. She was my mother. It was so wrong.

Yet felt so wonderful.

I savored the incestuous heat growing inside of me. That wonderful delight built at the tip of my cock as her hot mouth milked me. My pussy clenched every time she sucked. My breasts jiggled. I grabbed her black hair. I held onto her as my bowels squeezed down around her thrusting digits.

Her other hand stroked up my thighs. I gasped as my mother’s touch rose higher and higher. Then she was touching me. Stroking me. She caressed me. I shuddered as her fingers brushed my pussy lips. She teased me. She nuzzled into my folds. This wicked heat surged through me. She caressed me, stroked me with her naughty digits.

My clit-dick throbbed in her mouth as she played with my labia.

“Oh, Mom, yes,” I groaned, trying to keep my voice down. The door was open behind us. The house creaked again as it settled. “Oh, wow, Mom, that’s amazing.”

She plunged two digits into my pussy.

I gasped. She had four fingers pumping into me between my two holes plus her mouth nursing on my futa-cock. It was intense. The pleasure was incredible. I groaned and panted, the room spinning around me as my ovaries quivered.

My bowels and pussy clenched on her digits. I squeezed down on them, my breasts jiggling as I gripped her black hair. Her mouth sucked with hungry passion on my futa-dick. My eyes fluttered, my heart hammering in my chest.

“Damn, Mom!” I groaned. “Oh, damn, you know how to suck cock!”

She purred around my dick.

“I’m going to cum in your mouth.”

She sucked harder. My mom wanted it. Her fingers plunged deep into my holes. My pussy and asshole drank in the sensations. The velvety and silky frictions sent rapture swelling up to the tip of my futa-cock buried in her mouth.

My ovaries brimmed with futa-cum.

I swayed. It was too much. My mother was sucking my cock. The incestuous rush of this moment, combined with her sucking on my futa-cock while her fingers reamed my pussy and asshole, sent me over the edge.

I threw back my head and groaned. My futa-cum fired into her mouth. I pumped my mother full of my incestuous load. I shuddered, shivered. My head swayed. Stars burst before my eyes. I groaned, my breasts heaving. My nipples ached and throbbed.

My snatch clutched around my mother’s fingers. They stirred me up. They churned my pussy to a hot froth while her other digits plundered my asshole. Waves of rapture flooded out of my cunt while ecstasy fired from my erupting dick.

Mom stared up at mew while swallowing every drop of cum I had. She gulped it down. I whimpered as she nursed with such hunger. I gripped her hair tight as the pleasure carried me to such peaks. Her four fingers buried deep into my two holes.

“Oh, Mom, fuck,” I groaned, my toes curling against the soft carpet of her bedroom.

The bed creaked as she popped her mouth off my cock. “Mmm, your cum tastes amazing. Even better than out of Anya’s pussy.”

“Mom,” I groaned, a rush of embarrassed delight shooting through me.

My mother ripped her fingers out of my pussy and asshole. I shuddered as she leaned back. She popped them all into her mouth, sucking my cunt cream and the sour flavor of my bowels off her digits, whimpering as she did it. Her big breasts swayed.

I shuddered. I couldn’t help myself. As my clit-dick softened, I fell between her thighs. I grabbed both her breasts. I squeezed and kneaded them. I rubbed my face between those wonderful, lush boobs, pressing them against my cheeks.

She popped her fingers out of her mouth. “Mmm, every bit of you tastes amazing.”

“Mom,” I groaned, shuddering. I wiggled my face between her breasts, pressing them against my soft cheeks.

“And you love my big tits, don’t you?” she purred. “Ooh, I’m so glad. I loved nursing you.”

“Mom.” My cheeks burned. This was so weird and so hot all at the same time.

“Mmm, we can pretend,” she moaned. “We can pretend I’m nursing you again.”

I shuddered, this wicked idea shooting through me. I kissed up her breast. I nuzzled up to her nipple and latched onto her. It would be so hot pretending to nurse from my mother. It made my dick throb, a second wind growing through me.

I suckled.

Milk shot into my mouth.

This hot, creamy treat splashed across my tongue. My eyes widened at the shock. The sweet flavor, with a hint of cantaloupe, filled my mouth. I ripped my nipple off and stared up at Mom in wide-eyed astonishment.

“You’re lactating!”

The house groaned against as it settled, the sound as loud as my thundering heart.

“Mmm, there are treatments a woman can take to lactate,” she purred, her hands sliding through my hair. “They’ve done research into your futa-mother’s spunk. They’ve tried to uncover just how she happened. How she triggers hyper-ovulation in women.”

I knew that. It had revolutionized fertility treatments in the last year or two.

“One of the things they discovered, quite on accident, was how to trigger lactation in women.” My mother shuddered. “I hoped I would get a chance to show you this weekend, Rebecca.”

She pulled my head back down. I shuddered as my mouth engulfed her nipple. I nursed from my mother as I had as a baby. My cheeks hollowed. I suckled with hunger. The cream rushed into my mouth. This hot, exciting treat.

I gulped it down with such hunger. It flowed down to my belly. My futa-dick ached and throbbed as I nursed. I couldn’t get enough of that wonderful treat. Her breast milk squirted into my mouth. I squeezed her tit, kneading it, causing the stream splash with more force into my mouth.

I let it fill my mouth then swallowed. The creamy treat flowed down to my stomach. The warmth spread to my pussy then down my hardening futa-cock. The ache began at the tip. That need to cum already building in me.

It was like her milk was replenishing me.

“Mmm, that’s it, honey,” cooed my mother. “Ooh, yes, yes. Isn’t that nice? You love it, don’t you?”

I whimpered about her nipple.

“Yes, you love Mommy’s milk,” she purred, stroking my hair. “Just like you did as a baby.”

I shuddered at how wrong this was. How taboo. That made this hotter. I suckled with hunger. Milk squirted into my mouth. My lips hollowed as I nursed with rampant delight. I suckled and drank more of her creamy treat. I gulped it down.

My dick was fully hard now, swinging between my thighs. I groaned, wanting to slide into her pussy. Into the pussy that birthed me. I wanted to enjoy that incestuous delight. Just slip into her and fuck her hard.

It would be incredible.

My heart hammered in my chest as I nursed. My cheeks hollowed. My tongue darted around her fat nub in between hungry suckles. She shuddered on the bed. Her hips wiggled back and forth. She ground against me. She rubbed her belly against my stomach.

My heart ached. My tongue darted around her fat nub. I licked and lapped at her. I savored this moment while this heady rush shot through me. I groaned, my futa-dick swaying before me. My cock twitched and throbbed.

I suckled harder on her. I loved how she gasped and moaned. My hand kneaded her tit. I filled my belly on her motherly delight while she shuddered on the bed. My left hand roamed down her body while my right milked her breast. I found her bush.

“Rebecca!” she gasped as I cupped her pussy.

Her silky pubic hair rubbed into my hand. I massaged her, grinding the heel of my hand into her flesh. She whimpered, the bed creaking as she shuddered on it. I loved how she moved. How her juices soaked into my hand.

I plunged my finger into her pussy’s depths. I churned her up. She whimpered and shuddered. Her pussy squeezed down around my digits. She quivered on the bed. She shook from side to side. I suckled with hunger on her. My cheeks hollowed.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, Mommy loves that. Yes, finger Mommy. Get me ready for your big, hard futa-cock.”

My dick throbbed. I suckled hard on her breast as I plunged my two fingers into her juicy pussy. That creamy treat poured down my throat as I suckled from her teat. Her pussy clenched around me. My thumb massaged her clit.

Her hand found my futa-cock. She gripped me as I nursed. She pumped up and down, making me shiver and ache. I nursed with hunger now. I wanted all of her milk spilling into my mouth. I churned up her pussy as I did it. I stirred around in her.

“Rebecca!” she howled. “Oh, Mommy needs her futa-daughter’s big dick in her! Mommy can’t wait any longer!”

I gasped as my mother seized my shoulder with her left hand and pushed me away. That popped my mouth off her nipple. She rolled me onto my back and followed me, her pussy squeezing around my fingers. I released her as she straddled me, her heavy breasts swaying. Her left nipple beaded with milk.

I had selfish ignored that tit.

I seized her boob and brought her hungry nipple to my mouth. At the same time, my naughty mommy guided my cock to her pussy. I shuddered at the incestuous contact of her silky bush and hot pussy lips kissing the tip of my clit-dick. I latched onto her nipple. Suckled.

Mom impaled her cunt down my girl-cock.

I groaned at the forbidden pleasure as my mother’s pussy engulfed my dick. I was back in the pussy that birthed me. My futa-mother fucked this cunt twenty-one years ago to make me. Her snatch clenched down on me while I suckled. Her milk flooded my mouth, pleasure rippling through my body.

“Mommy loves her futa-daughter!” she moaned.

The bed creaked as she lifted her pussy up my cock. Her tight cunt squeezed around my girl-dick. My toes curled. I whimpered around her nipple. I suckled with all my might, gulping down her girl-cum as she slid her pussy up my cock and then back down it.

My mother rode me with a hungry need. She swiveled her hips and worked her pussy up and down my cock. Pleasure throbbed through me. I groaned, my toes curling. This heat spilled around me. This wonderful pleasure bathed my dick.

“Yes, yes, yes,” my mom moaned. “Oh, Mommy loves you so much. Mmm, your futa-dick feels amazing in Mommy’s pussy.”

I whimpered about her nipple, suckling hard.

“Yes, yes, you love it, too!” She stroked my short, dark-brown hair as she rode me. Her pussy gripped me. “Oh, yes, yes, Mommy loves her futa-daughter’s big cock.”

The incestuous heat built and built in my ovaries. It was incredible. I suckled with all my might. Her milk squirted in my mouth. The bed springs creaked louder and louder as she worked that juicy pussy up and down my dick.

Stars danced across my vision. My right hand squeezed her left breast, milking her. I drank down her creamy treat, my futa-cock throbbing in her juicy pussy. My mother slammed her pussy down my cock, engulfing every inch of me.

Pleasure rippled through me. My left hand reached around to grab her plump rump. My dick throbbed in her pussy. This naughty thrill ran through me. My asshole tingled as my fingers explored into her butt-crack.

“Ooh, you naughty futa,” purred my mother. “Yes, yes, finger Mommy’s dirty asshole!”

I popped my mouth off her nipple and moaned, “I will, Mommy!”

I thrust my finger into her asshole. Her pussy clamped down on my cock as she rose up my thick shaft. The sudden pleasure caused my right hand to clench on her breast. Her white milk fired from her nipple and splashed hot on my cheek. I shuddered and latched my lips on my mother’s nipple.

I gulped down that wonderful breast milk while she worked her pussy up and down my girl-dick. My cunt grew hotter and hotter. My ovaries drank in all the incestuous sensations. My mother’s pussy worked faster and faster. She massaged me. Teased me.

I whimpered about her nipple. My orgasm swelled so fast. I couldn’t hold out much longer. I suckled and gulped down her milk. The heat warmed my belly and melted down to my molten cunt. My ovaries came closer and closer to an eruption.

Mom’s pussy worked faster and faster up and down my girl-cock. She clenched about me. This wonderful passion surged through me. I groaned as the heat rippled through me. My toes curled. I thrust a second finger into her bowels.

I released her nipple and stared up into her brown eyes. “Mommy! I’m going to cum.”

“Ooh, are you going to erupt into my pussy?” she asked. “Are you going to flood Mommy’s cunt with all that naughty futa-cum?”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, my heart hammering in my chest. I pumped my two fingers in and out of her bowels.

“Perfect,” she purred. She leaned down, her breasts pressing into mine, and kissed me.

I gasped and moaned into the kiss. Incestuous heat pumped through my veins. Her pussy clenched about my futa-dick as she rocked on top of me, working her juicy cunt up and down my shaft. She massaged me with her passion. Her hips wiggled back and forth, stirring me around inside of her.

I was drunk on this moment, kissing my mother as my orgasm swelled. I couldn’t hold out any longer. My fingers jammed deep into her asshole. My ovaries quivered. Her pussy slid up my dick while her nipples caressed my hard nub.

Then my mother slammed down my cock. Her tongue dueled with mine. I gasped into the kiss and exploded into her.

My incestuous futa-spunk fired into her pussy. I flooded my mother’s cunt with my jizz. She birthed me and now I pumped my spunk into her. It was so wonderfully wrong. I groaned into the kiss as the pleasure exploded through my body.

Stars burst across my vision.

Mom whimpered. Her pussy writhed and spasmed. She joined me in ecstasy. Her cunt massaged my erupting futa-dick while her nipples grew wet. Her milk leaked out of her as she shuddered on top of me.

“Rebecca!” she moaned, breaking the kiss. “Oh, Rebecca, you’re flooding me.”

“I am, Mommy!” I whimpered, the ecstasy and rapture pummeling my mind. It was incredible. I shuddered beneath her. “Ooh, this is so wrong.”

“I know,” she groaned and kissed me.

My tongue dueled with my mother’s. She trembled atop me, milking out the last of my futa-cum into her depths. I clutched her to me, loving the feel of her bountiful breasts against mine, the flavor of her creamy delight lingering in my mouth.

She could taste it, too.

Then she broke the kiss and held me tight. As the house groaned as it settled, I held her tight. I rolled her over onto her back and slipped my softening futa-dick out of her. I rested my head on her breasts, suddenly so tired.

“Mmm, Mommy loves you so much, Rebecca,” she purred. “Thank you for this.”

“You’re welcome, Mommy,” I groaned, drifting off into sleep. After cumming twice with my mother and once with Anya, I was feeling it pulling me down.

My mother hummed a lullaby and rocked me to sleep against her breasts. It was the best sex of my life. Wild and forbidden. I couldn’t believe I had made love to my mother. I was such a naughty futa.

She was amazing.

To be continued…

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Lillian was a bad slut, and needs her Mistress to discpline her.

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
edited by Master Ken
Copyright 2014

The Devil’s Pact Side-Story: Lillian Gets Spanked

Visit my blog at www.mypenname3000.com.

Notes: This takes place during Chapter 43.

Friday, November 8th, 2013 – Lillian Franks – Murano Hotel, Tacoma, WA

“Lillian,” Tomoyo greeted when I opened my hotel room door. She was one of the maids, and cute as a button with dark, slanted eyes and a petite body. I had enjoyed the teen and her tiny tits a few times. She was a screamer. “My Lady will attend to your punishment now.”

I had to suppress my grin. I had mouthed off during the meeting in the Matmown early this morning. Very early. Master and Mistress hadn’t gotten back from Nebraska until well after midnight. Mistress had promised to discipline me tonight and—

The Devil was using Master to get free.

My good mood almost evaporated at the thought’s intrusion. The Devil wanted to break free, and was using Master to do it. Now we were planning on attacking Lilith and capturing the bitch, and thereby thwarting the Devil’s plans. So long as Lilith lived, he was trapped. A surge of excitement exploded inside my stomach; I couldn’t wait to humiliate the demoness and pay her back for Karen’s death!

“If you will follow me, miss,” Tomoyo motioned. As if I didn’t know the way to Master and Mistress’s suite. It was just a floor above.

“Lead on, cutie,” I grinned, and reached under her skirt to give her naked ass a playful squeeze. Nice and firm. She tossed a sultry smile over her shoulder.

We passed Abigail, a gorgeous brunette maid, her heavy tits jiggling wonderfully in her mesh bodice, and her ass swayed beautifully beneath her skirt and ruffled petticoats. Tomoyo gave a furtive glance at the maid; her light-olive cheeks tinged with red.

I pulled her into the elevator. “So you’re sweet on hot, little Abigail?”

She looked down, perfectly capturing that sexy, demure posture of a geisha. Willow had a great eye for talent. Every maid was perfect. “She doesn’t even notice me.”

“Make her notice you,” I purred. “Attack her. Kiss her. Stick your hand down the front of her blouse and play with those delightful melons of hers.”

She looked so cute as her blush deepened. I wanted to press her against the elevator and devour her. Fuck! I had my punishment with Mistress, and after that I was going out with Violet and April. Tomorrow night, maybe? If I remember, I’ll trip her into my bed and ravish her. And maybe Abigail, too.

“I couldn’t do that,” Tomoyo moaned. “What if she pushes me away?”

“She won’t.” I pinched her ass. “You have such a cute vibe that just screams ‘ravish me.’ She won’t be able to resist. She’s a hot blooded-slut. Trust me!”

Abigail loved to dine on fish taco, and devoured mine for an hour straight two nights ago. The girl had an insatiable mouth. She’d eat little Tomoyo for breakfast. I wanted to see that! I pressed my thighs together, moisture trickling down my leg. Damn! I needed a nice cum.

Well, it was fun getting spanked by Mistress.

The elevator dinged. Two bodyguards, 49 and 50, guarded Master and Mistress’s suite. They were new guards that had joined after Brandon’s attack, and both were, of course, gorgeous. 49 was a stunning African American, with a pair of voluminous, ebony breasts about to fall out of her blouse, while 50 had bright, red hair that fell in curls around her more modest, though still lovely, chest.

49 slapped my ass through the very short, red-and-black tartan skirt I wore. “Naughty slut!” she grinned.

“All the time,” I laughed, and gave her a kiss on the lips. She may be new, but she fit right in with the rest of us horny women.

I adjusted my blouse, plain white, tied just below my perky, B cup tits. When I walked, they swayed and jiggled, my nipples pink shadows through the thin material. I ran a finger through my black hair highlighted with bright blue and purple, pushing a loose strand behind my ear.

“You look hot,” giggled 50. “Ma’am is going to thoroughly enjoy punishing you.”

I licked my lips, enjoying the cool, metallic feel of my lip piercing, and smiled. “I better not keep her waiting!”

50 opened the door, ushering me in. “She’s waiting in their bedroom.”

The suite was luxurious, and had several bedrooms, though only one was in use. Each of us sluts had our own suite, except Alison and Desiree who shared one. I strode across the room, putting on a suitably fearful expression. Mistress would love that.

I knocked softly at the bedroom door.

“Enter,” Mistress answered.

She sat at her vanity in a blue, silk robe. Her beautiful, auburn hair cascaded about her shoulders as she gently worked a long-handled brush through it. My asscheeks tightened. Is that what she’s going to spank me with? She didn’t glance at me, so I just stood there, my stomach slowly twisting in knots.

Another bead of pussy juice ran down my thigh. It tickled; I wanted to plunge my hand beneath my skirt and stroke my aching cunt. But, no, Mistress wouldn’t want that. She hummed, still brushing her beautiful hair. She shifted; the robe was open, and I could see the profile of her perky, freckled breast topped by a dusky nipple and the gentle swell of her pregnant belly. Perfection!

I shifted my hips, shivering as my thighs pressed against my burning clit. I could see a smile playing on her lips. Her nipples hardened, rising up like little, dark-pink shoots. My own nipples were hard, and when I breathed they rubbed pleasantly against the fabric of my blouse. Another tremble passed through me; I needed to cum. I needed to be punished.

Please, Mistress, please!

She never looked at me once, though her smile grew more and more pleased as my trembling became more and more pronounced. My thighs were drenched with my passion, and the air was thick with my tart aroma. I rubbed sweaty palms on my tartan skirt, then forced them to grasp my sleek thighs. I so wanted to shove my hands between my legs. I knew I would cum in a matter of seconds. No! You are her slut! It’s not your place to cum unless she wants you to.

But God, I so wanted to disobey her.

Finally, she carefully set her brush down, and stood up and turned, her green eyes flashing with admiration. I looked downward, full of remorse. Her smile grew more wicked. She shrugged, and her robe slipped to the floor; I feasted on her glory. She was the most beautiful woman in the world. Even before I became their slut, I had enjoyed my fair share of hotties, but they were all candles compared to her bonfire.

“Why are you here?” she asked, her fingers idly stroking her belly, just starting to show her pregnancy, before trailing down to play with her silky pubic hair shaped into a fiery heart.

“To be punished, Mistress,” I answered contritely, still looking down at her dainty feet. “I belittled my fellow slut.”

“And how should I punish you?”

“The hairbrush, Mistress,” I moaned, squeezing my thighs together. I was so hot. I could cum just by squeezing my aching clit.

“I want you to apologize first,” she smiled, stretching out on the bed.

I looked around. Was Violet here?

“With your tongue,” Mistress answered. “All over my body.”

“Oh, yes!” I sauntered to the bed. “I am so sorry, Mistress. Let my naughty tongue caress your heavenly body.”

I crawled onto the bed, grasping her soft hand. I brought her dainty fingers to my lips, and sucked. I worshiped them with my tongue like they were Master’s cock. Nibbling, sucking, licking. I rubbed her palm against my cheek, kissed her palm lines like I was reading her future, then nibbled her wrist. I moved up her arm, leaving a trail of smooches. Her skin was silk, and I could taste the perfume of her bathwater. Lavender and jasmine filled my nose, mixed with her spicy, sweet scent and my own tart musk.

I nuzzled her armpit, licking the bare skin, then worked my way around her neck. “I am so sorry, Mistress,” I cooed, then licked up to her ear and tongued her lobe. “I’m such a naughty slut.” She sighed. I kissed her forehead, eyebrows, her cute nose. I worked around her lips, down to her chin, and round to the right side of her face.

Then I kissed her lips. Gentle, chaste, brief. Her green eyes shone with passion, pupils wide with desire. Her tongue ran slowly across her lush lips, tasting me. I nuzzled her neck, kissing and sucking, and worked my way down her right arm, loving this limb as thoroughly as I loved her left.

“Lillian,” she purred as I sucked her finger. Her left hand slid through my black hair. “Keep apologizing! I want to know that you are truly sorry.”

I moved down to her left foot, licking the sole, then pressed the soft bottom of her foot against my face. She had such beautiful feet. I smooched up her arch until I sucked her big toe into my lips. I lavished all her dainty toes with my most sincere apology. My poor pussy ached, but that had to wait. My Mistress still wasn’t convinced.

“I am so, very, very sorry,” I groaned as I kissed up her calf. I licked at the crease behind her knee, then smooched down her inner thigh. “I’ll prove it.”

Her spicy, sweet scent threatened to overwhelm me as I drew nearer and nearer to her tight, flushed, and drenched pussy. Her breathing picked up, her perky breasts rising and falling as I neared her heat. I could just start to taste her cream staining her thighs, when I skirted around her pussy and followed the lines of her hips upward.

I reached her left breast and attacked her nipple.

“Oh, fuck!” she gasped, not expecting my sudden, aggressive maneuver. Her nipple was hard between my lips, and I sucked and nibbled and swirled my tongue. “You delicious, naughty slut!”

I switched tits, engulfing the entirety of her nipple and areola. My fingers stroked her skin, tracing the lines of her ribs, then the curve of her pregnant belly. I skirted down her pelvis, into her groin, and stroked the edges of her vulva. She groaned again, hips undulating.

She was ready for my full apology.

I pressed my cheek between her breasts, sliding down across the gentle swell of her belly. Her scent engulfed my nose, strong and full of her need. I nestled between her thighs, staring in awe at the perfection of her pussy. Her lips were just slightly parted, revealing her pink, inner depths, while her clit peaked out of its hood like a shy flower opening for the sun.

“Oh, yes!” she moaned, hips bucking, when I drank her flower’s nectar. “Apologize! Work that tongue in me! You fucking whore!”

I pushed my tongue in deep, sucking in her juices. She screamed, body quivering, as I brought her to orgasm after earth-shaking orgasm. I drank her nectar, sucked on her labia, shoved my fingers deep into her sheath, and nibbled on her clit. I did everything I could to show her the depths of my apology.

“You wonderful, dirty slut!” she moaned. “Eat me, whore! Oh, fuck! Keep making me cum!”

Her words were music to my ears. I was their slut. I lived to pleasure them. Her hands grasped my hair, pulling me tight against her pussy. She gasped and moaned, writhing against my lips. Her face twisted with passion, and her perky, freckled breasts jiggled as she heaved.

“Drink it!” she screamed.

Sharp, acrid urine flooded my mouth. I swallowed the nasty fluids streaming into my lips. Her hands held my face and forced me to drink her piss. It was so humiliating. My cunt let forth another fresh flood of juices that made the itch even more unbearable. I drank and drank; she must have downed a lot of water beforehand.

“Oh, fuck!” she groaned. “You dirty, nasty, pee slut! Oh, shit! Cumming! I’m cumming and pissing in your whore mouth!”

Spicy, sweet juices and piss flooded my mouth as she screamed and bucked, trying to drown me with shame and humiliation. I loved being her pee slut! The piss trickled to a few final squirts as she collapsed back on the bed. Her hands pushed me away, her pussy too sensitive. Panting, I sat on the edge of the bed, licking my lips. Pussy cream covered my cheeks and chin, running down to stain my blouse, and the acrid flavor of piss stained my lips. My own thighs were a flood of my passion, and I burned for a release.

“Get the hairbrush,” she ordered after a moment, standing up and walking to a plush chair with a high back carved of dark mahogany. Her spanking chair. She sat down with grace, her wonderfully perky and freckled tits swaying almost hypnotically. My lips ached to engulf her dusky nipple.

I grabbed the hairbrush and walked to her. “Please discipline me for being such a naughty slut, Mistress,” I cooed.

Smiling, she took it, and I draped myself across her lap like a good slut. My skirt lifted, cool air wafting between my thighs, bringing a minor amount of relief to the fire burning in my pussy.

“I am so sorry, Mistress,” I moaned. “Please, spank me! Teach me my lesson.”

“In time,” she purred. “I’m admiring the beauty of your ass and your shaved cunt. You are absolutely drenched. I bet you can’t wait to cum.”

“I can’t!” I moaned, then wiggled my ass, hoping to entice her.

“Not yet,” she ordered.

I waited, squirming on her lap. My fingers itched to plunge between my thighs or to pinch my aching nipples until I screamed. Fuck, why won’t she just start the spanking. I squeezed my thighs together. Please, please, please spank me. I can’t take this—

Spank!

I jumped; pain stung me. I gasped, “One, thank you, Mistress!”

My ass burned. So wonderful. I had been naughty, and I earned the pleasure of my punishment. The second blow landed on my other cheek. Harder, stinging pain raced through me. I gasped my count, and the third followed and a fourth. I felt so helpless, like when I had been a little girl, and a not so little teenager, pulled over Daddy’s lap. I missed him and all those wonderful times he crawled into my bed. Damn cancer!

Smack! The pain jarred me out of my memory.

“Five, thank you, Mistress!”

I loved it. Smack!

“Six, thank you, Mistress!”

My cunt ached. I writhed on her lap, my clit nudging her thigh. Smack!

“Seven, thank you, Mistress!”

I needed to cum. I needed to cum. Smack!

“Eight, thank you, Mistress!”

Oh, fuck, I need to cum so bad. I rubbed harder with my clit, humping her smooth thigh. Release! I need a fucking release! Smack!

“Nine, thank you, Mistress!”

My ass was completely on fire, and that just made the inferno between my thighs even more unbearable. My nipples were hard, rasping against my blouse, more fuel for my passion. Smack!

“Ten, thank you, Mistress!”

My voice was becoming hoarse with passion. I needed to cum! Smack!

“Eleven, thank you, Mistress!”

The door opened. “Well, well, well. If this isn’t a lovely sight.” I couldn’t see Master, but I could feel his boyish grin.

“Isn’t it?” Mistress asked, stroking my burning ass. Smack!

“Twelve, thank you, Mistress!”

“Her voice is becoming tiresome though. Why don’t you help me out, hun?”

“Naughty filly!” he laughed.

“Horny stallion!” she giggled.

He moved closer. They kissed. Long and noisy, full of their love and passion. Master sat on the bed next to the chair, his strong hand grasped my hair, and yanked my head up. His cock was hard, beading with pre-cum, and hovered right before my lips; I ran my tongue across them in anticipation.

“Master, I’m so sorry!” I moaned.

“Good!” he grinned, his blue eyes burning with lust. Then he roughly shoved my head down, impaling my mouth on his cock.

Smack!

I could only moan around the shaft pistoning roughly into my mouth. Master fucked my face like a wild stallion. His cock shoved painfully down my throat as Mistress rained blow after blow upon my ass. God, I fucking needed to cum so bad. I was their toy, and they were using me to satisfy their own cravings.

I wouldn’t have it any other way. Smack!

“Goddamn, Mare! Keep smacking her ass. Her throat constricts about my cock every time.”

Smack!

“Like that?” Mistress asked.

“Yeah! Keep doing that, Mare!”

Smack!

“Fuck!” Master grunted. Smack! “Fuck, yeah! Keep sucking, slut! Apologize with your dirty mouth!” Smack! “It’s all a filthy, dirty girl like you is good for!” Smack!

I groaned, throat tightening about his spearing cock. I was their filthy, dirty slut, and reveled in it! I humped faster against Mistress’s thigh. I needed to cum so bad. I would have done anything to get my release. Master grunted faster and faster, both hands holding my head in place as he fucked my mouth with wild abadonment.

“Fucking slut!” he grunted. Smack! “Oh, fuck!”

“Cum…” Smack! “…in…” Smack! “…her…” Smack! “…naughty…” Smack! “…mouth…” Smack! “…Mark!” Smack!

He did. My mouth filled to the brim with his wonderful spunk. Thick and salty. I swallowed, as Mistress kept spanking me. I felt like such a dirty girl. I loved it! Master gave one last grunt as one last blast of cum filled my lips, then he let go of my head.

His cock popped out; I coughed, gasping for breath. A drop of cum fell onto the floor. What a waste. “Thank you, Master, for your cum.”

“You’re welcome. What do you say, Mare, has she apologized enough?”

Smack!

She landed that last blow right on my cunt. I screamed and exploded. I bucked and moaned and yelled my passion. My innards contracted, waves of electric fire rushed through me. I thrashed so hard I slid off her lap, and fell into a quivering ball on the floor.

I had finally cum, and it was glorious. Passion kept rolling through my body, crashing into the pain of my throbbing ass, and forming a monstrous storm of rapture. I quivered, trembled, and shook. I reveled in it. This was the sort of pleasure a woman could only experience when she gave in to her inner slut! When the pleasure receded, I lay almost in a stupor, a smile playing on my lips.

“My naughty filly!” groaned Master as my awareness of the world came slowly back.

The bedsprings squeaked; flesh slapped together.

“I love riding my horny stallion!”

I stood up on woozy legs. Mistress rode him hard. They gazed into each other’s eyes, lost in their love and passion. I was merely their foreplay. And I wouldn’t have it any other way! I strolled to the door, a smile painted on my face and fire burning on my ass.

I was their slut.

Violet and April waited in the main room of their suite, grins on their faces. Both were dressed as naughty schoolgirls: April in a blue-and-purple tartan skirt and Violet in a pink-and-black, and the naughty slut didn’t even wear a top, just a matching tie dangling between her tiny tits reaching to the cute swell of her pregnant stomach.

“So are we still going out tonight?” April asked eagerly.

“Yeah?” muttered Violet. She didn’t seem as enthusiastic as her girlfriend.

“Hell, yeah!” I couldn’t wait to try out a ‘cum-rum’. “I know just the bar!” I had spent the afternoon making phone calls, making sure the right people would be there.

When Master and Mistress were caught up with each other, a slut had to find other ways to amuse herself. I hooked an arm around each of them. We were going to have a lot of fun tonight!

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President Becky, the world’s first futa, engages in a wild bout of sexual diplomacy to win a key ally to her cause!

The World’s First Futa – Futa’s Wild Presidency

Chapter Four: Futa’s First Sensual Contest

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

April 17th, 2047

“For the next year or so, you had a good string of diplomatic success,” Adelia said as we neared the end of our interview on my life. As much fun as it was to talk about my life on my forty-eighth birthday, I was eager to finish this last segment. I needed a break.

But I still had to be positive and sexy, to let the world see me answer her questions without showing my fatigue. I had to be in control, presidential. “Yes, yes, the Dubai Accords were a smashing success, and I was so thrilled with how we handled the humanitarian crisis in the Democratic Republic of Congo. Though Russia continued resisting, I was bringing around the other nations.”

“Yes, you ‘seduced’ China with economic opportunities offered by your allies in Europe and South America, and Japan jumped in right from the beginning.”

“Yes, Japan was with me 100%. They always loved me. Plus, my futa-daughters I bred during my years living there were celebrities in their own right. A dozen of them had formed a J-Pop group that performed for my second inauguration,” I said. “But we’re not there yet, are we? I think I know what you want to talk about.”

“The Russian sphere, the remnants of the Eastern Bloc and those countries that, while independent from the Federation, still had economic and political ties back to Moscow,” Adelia said.

“Futas were gaining footholds almost everywhere else, but the Russians, particularly President Demyan Ignatov, didn’t want anything to do with us. But my daughters, Christina in particular, identified a weakness in their alliance. The most strident supporter of the Russian position was Vladislav Kokot.”

“The ‘President for Life’ of Slovenia,” Adelia said to the cameras and the studio audience. “He took advantage of the European Union’s collapse twenty years ago to install himself as all but a dictator in the Eastern European country.”

“Propped up by Moscow,” I added. “But if I could win him over, I would have the strongest Russian cheerleader on my side, kicking out the legs from beneath their alliance. Then I could deal with President Demyan Ignatov directly.”

“Smart,” Adelia said. “But I bet you didn’t expect that to happen when you came for your diplomatic visit.”

“That’s an understatement,” I said. “Back home, I was getting hammered by the remnants of the democratic and republican parties for ‘legitimizing’ a dictator by visiting Slovenia. But I had to do this. I had to win him over.

“I just didn’t expect the cost.”

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August 13th, 2038

“A fucking contest?” I blurted out to President Vladislav Kokot as he lead me out of the presidential palace onto its back lawn where a horde of Eastern European women waited naked and eager. “You want to have a fucking contest? With me?”

“Indeed,” Vladislav said, a big grin on his thick lips. He was a tall man and fit, his chest deep and broadly muscled. His Italian suit couldn’t hide his strength. This was a man who cultivated fitness. He had a thick mustache on his face, his hair dark, not a hint of gray. “The one of us who cums in the most amount of women in three hours, wins.”

“But you’re a man,” I said. “And I’m… well, me! Surely you know how much stamina I have.” I may be pushing forty now, but my futa-daughters threw orgies all the time, bringing in as many virgin, nubile girls for us to fuck as we could handle. Though they’d inherited my genes, they hadn’t inherited my unlimited stamina. I could cum and cum and cum. “No offense, Mister President, but you cannot compete with me.”

“See, that is the arrogance that we despise about you futanari,” he said. “You think you are here to supplant men, but I am here to tell you that we can compete with you. We can have as much stamina as you. Can cum as much as you. Impregnate as many women as you.”

“You think I’m here to supplant you?” I asked.

“You futanari will supplant the entire human race in a few generations if you’re not stopped,” he said. “If barricades aren’t erected to keep you out of sovereign nations. I will not give up without a fight. I will prove that men are superior to you today.”

“How?” I asked, shaking my head as I gazed out at the horde of women. “You know that’s physically impossible. Men have to recover. You have a refractory period before you can even get an erection again, let alone ejaculate.”

“The same way men have always conquered nature,” he growled, his hand shoving into his pocket. “Through the use of our minds.” He pulled out a thick, blue pill, a string of numbers and letters stamped into the side. “This is how I will beat you.”

“What?” I asked. “Is that Viagra?”

“This is superior to that. To Cialis. To all the male enhancement drugs.” He shook it at me. “With this, I shall have the same sexual prowess as you. We shall be evenly matched.” His grin grew, his mustache bristling on his upper lip. “Then we shall see if you futanari deserve to supplant us, or if us men need to do our duty, step up, and out breed you to protect our species.”

“Are you saying if I win, you’ll sign the Dubai Accords?” I asked. I had plans for those accords. Step one was to get everyone cooperating in a way that the UN had always failed to achieve. It was too mired in its bureaucracy. The Accords would be something better, a true foundation for a democratic government modeled off the United States Constitution.

A world government that respected the sovereign powers its member states the way the Federal government I ran had to respect the individual states sovereign rights and powers. I would deliver world peace to my futa-daughters and their descendants.

I owed them that.

“I will sign if you win.”

“Agreed,” I said, my girl-cock already swelling hard. “If you win, I shall withdraw the pressure I’m putting on the Russian Federation and her allies. You can manufacture that pill and see if men can truly out-breed my daughters and me.”

He nodded his head. “This is how evolution works. Will mankind adapt to the changing pressure, or will the new mutation carry the day?”

“Mutation, huh?” I asked, staring down at my cock swelling in my skirt. “Some people thing I’m divine. That God crated me, or Allah. Others think I’m a devil, an anomaly, that aliens created me. I’ve heard some crackpots claim I was created in the lab by the Illuminati.”

He grinned at me. “No, no, evolution produced you. It can happen, you know, rapid change in a species. It is not supposed to happen in a large, global population, but in isolation.” He shrugged. “But scientists can be wrong, particularity when they only have a handful of bones to study. Today, we shall find out who is superior.”

“You are an interesting man,” I said, trying not to like him. He had seized control of his nation and used its military to suppress any dissent. People who questioned him had a way of ending up in prison, but…

I had to work with him. Political reality was a murky thing sometime.

“Select two of your staff to be judges, and I will select two of mine, one watching each of us that way we can rely on their count,” he said.

I nodded my head. “Christina and Lola,” I said. “You got it.”

“Sure, Mom,” my daughters said. Lola gave her wife a quick hug, they were married two months ago, and darted towards me. Christine pushed up her glasses and took a statelier walk to me.

The president popped the pill into his mouth and swallowed it without any water. I arched an eyebrow at that. It made my own throat tighten just thinking about mimicking that feat. Then, together, we descended to the women who were all quivering in delight.

They were young, of course, between eighteen and twenty-five, their bodies lovely. A garden of delights from flat-chested girls with little A cups to busty girls that had to be F or even G cups, their bountiful tits overflowing their hands. Most had dark hair, a range of brunettes to raven-blacks, their faces delicate, skin pale with that Eastern European roundness and high cheekbones. Some had shaved pussies, others trimmed or with landing strips, while some had fierce bushes.

“Aren’t they all just lovely?” he asked. “They were all eager for it, all wanting to be bred by you because us men haven’t shown them our true prowess.” He shook his head in disgust. “Feminism has utterly ruined two generations of men.”

I arched an eyebrow at that but didn’t comment. I would show him my prowess.

“Most young men are raised to care about their feelings. To be sensitive, delicate, dainty things who consume too much soy and have no testosterone. No wonder women are needing something virile in their lives. Humans are sexual beings, President Woodard. Everything we do is about sex at some level. We’re not aware of it, but it drives men to success and women to be beautiful.

“All for this.” He spread out his arms. “For fucking. For rutting. You are re-invigorating our race. That is why you evolved. But it is time for men to seize back their place and show the women of the world that they can give them what they crave deep in their DNA.”

I blinked my eyes. He ranted like a cheesy villain in a B movie.

He loosened his tie while the women moaned around us. They were all touching themselves, eager for me. I was surprised they weren’t mobbing me. That could happen with women who had never been around me. They managed to have a great deal of discipline as their hands rubbed at their hot cunts, juices dribbling down their thighs.

I stripped, too. As Vladislav barred his broad, hairy chest, I slipped out of my blouse, my round, plump tits on display. Still firm despite my age. I had a fit body, in great shape. They said forty’s the new twenty, and I wasn’t quite that old. I had almost a full year left before my big 4-0 birthday.

A moan rose from the crowd as my skirt came off, my girl-dick cradled in a pair of pink satin panties with a white frill running across it. I loved the cut of this pair. It fit me well. I smiled at the women, winking at them as they stared at me with lusty hunger, the sun shining on their pale flesh.

“Mmm, I can feel it working already,” groaned Vladislav, his dick thrusting hard before him. For a man, he was hung. I blinked at that. He was almost as hung as one of my daughters, but I still dwarfed him.

I thrust my panties down. My clit-dick popped out, the tip flicking a drop of precum before me. It spun through the air while the Slovenian women moaned. Their passion echoed around me as I wiggled out of my panties, my pussy on fire. My blonde bush was soaked with excitement.

“Mmm, now we mount our beds,” he said as a group of soldiers in a strange pattern of camouflage, green and browns with some dark reds mixed in. It wasn’t the digital print style of my own armed forces. They set down the king-sized beds, saluted their naked president, then retreated, no doubt envious of the dictator.

“These women are all willing to sleep with you?” I asked as I sat on my bed, the pair of us separated by about twenty feet.

“Oh, yes, they understood,” he said. “They are being paid for it, too.” He grinned. “More than a few were willing yesterday for the first test. You might not get to breed them. They might already be pregnant with my strong sons.”

“Pity,” I said. “I was hoping to populate your country with my horny daughters.”

He threw back his head and laughed. His chest rose and fell. It highlighted the long, pale scar running across his torso half-hidden amid his curly chest hairs. “I like you, President Woodward. Yes, yes, a pity you are a futanari. We could have been friends.”

I shook my head as I took my position, kneeling on the bed, my dick thrusting out before me. It was a shame this was a race. There wouldn’t be time for any good foreplay, just hot and heavy sex, thrusting my cock into fertile pussies.

A gun shot cracked through the air.

Soldiers grabbed two women, pushing one at me, the other at Vladislav. Both women shrieked in joy, rushing forward. The girl going for the president did look eager. Maybe she was just horny because of me. Guys loved my orgies for that reason. All the girls were wet for me, but when I was busy, they needed someone to fuck.

“President Futa!” my brown-haired beauty moaned. She had round breasts that bounced as she hopped onto the bed, her pussy shaved. “I’m Branka! So happy fuck you!”

“And I’m so happy to breed you, Branka,” I said and flashed her a grin.

She threw her arms around my neck and planted a hot and heavy kiss on me. Her tongue dove into my mouth. I shuddered, mine dancing with hers. It was incredible to feel her breasts rubbing on mine, her youthful body quivering while my cock rubbed against her belly, the tip throbbing.

“Yes, yes, yes!” grunted the girl on the president’s bed, her short, black hair bouncing as he pounded her from behind. Her large tits bounced and swayed.

“Better get fucking, President Woodward,” he grunted as his heavy balls smacked into his woman.

I broke the kiss with Branka. “Just trying to make it fair for you.”

He laughed as he thrust away, gripping the girl’s hips. Meaty thwacks echoed through the air,the girl’s butt-cheeks rippling. Her heavy tits swayed, her nipples almost brushing the top of the blanket while she moaned out in Slovenia.

“Mmm, yes, fuck my pussy!” moaned Branka to me. “It is juicy pussy! You see! Make you cum hard. Make baby in me!”

“Yes!” I moaned. “A futa-baby. Get down on your hands and knees so I can fuck you hard!”

“Ooh, yes!”

Branka spun around, her brown hair whipping behind her, the ends caressing the tips of my nipples. Pleasure tingled out of me. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. It was such a delicious thrill to experience, making my futa-dick throb. Then she fell down onto her hands and knees, presenting that pump rump at me, her shaved pussy peeking between her thighs.

She had a tight slit, her vulva flushed with her arousal. Her juices gleamed on her smooth flesh, inviting me to love her. I grabbed my dick, feeling all the women’s eyes watching me, that horde of masturbating, moaning, eager creatures. Some were even loving each other, plunging digits into their friends’, or maybe even strangers’, hot snatches.

“Fuck me, President Futa,” whimpered Branka. “Hurry, hurry. You don’t want to lose, do you?”

“He’s a man,” I said, ignoring the brawny Vladislav fucking his busty girl hard. “We can enjoy ourselves.”

“If you say so,” she muttered then gasped as I pressed the tip of my cock against her pussy.

I might not get to enjoy any foreplay, but I didn’t have to pound her like a wild animal. I could make us both enjoy this so much. He might cum a few times, but his cock would flag. I had three hours of loving women ahead of me.

Branka moaned as I penetrated her. I slid my cock into her snatch. She whimpered, her hips shaking as her hot, pink flesh engulfed more and more of me. That silky delight slid around my shaft, embracing me in wet heat. I moaned, my throbbing tip drinking in the pleasure. My own cunt reveled in the heat flowing down my shaft, my juices flowing and soaking my bush.

“Damn,” I moaned as I bottomed out in her, savoring her delight.

“President Futa!” she moaned, her snatch clenching down around my cock. “That is so good.”

I smiled at her as she wiggled her hips, her plump ass jiggling. I popped my fingers into my mouth, sucking on them. I didn’t fuck her yet, just letting her get used to my dick being buried in her cunt. She whimpered, stirring her snatch around me. Then she rocked forward, sliding a few inches up my shaft before slamming back down me.

I moaned about my digits while her butt-cheeks rippled. She had such a cute ass. My cock throbbed in her. She threw a look over her shoulder, her round face twisted in passion. A bold nose twitched over her plump lips.

“Please, please, fuck me! Breed me!” She rocked again, her pussy caressing my dick.

I popped my fingers out of my mouth. “Mmm, I will. I will pump so much jizz into your snatch.” I pressed my fingers against her asshole, swirling it around. She whimpered, her snatch clenching on me. “I’ll give you such delight.

I thrust both my digits into her asshole.

“President Futa!”

Her bowels engulfed my fingers. I wiggled them in deep, feeling my own cock through the thin membranes of her flesh separating us. Now I drew back my cock, her asshole squeezing down on my digits. I stroked my own cock through her flesh, massaging my shaft before I rammed back into her.

My crotch smacked into her. My breast heaved. I moaned as the pleasure rippled through me. I savored it, the shouting around us, the women moaning, cheering us on. I would win this contest. I would show Vladislav that my cock was superior than his drug-enhanced dick and—

“Prekleto!” he bellowed, the unmistakable sound of a man grunting through his orgasm.

I groaned as the girl shuddered and slid off his cock. His cum dribbled out of her a moment later. His dick gleamed in the sunlight, coated in her juices. The girl stumbled off the bed while a soldier brought him a new one.

He was still hard.

“1-0, Slovenia!” a man boomed.

My hips slowed their thrusts as his cock stayed hard. I mean, I knew that was supposed to happen. That was what Viagra did. But Viagra didn’t allow a man to cum more than normal. It just kept his dick from going soft.

Not a big deal.

I plunged into Branka’s pussy again, thrusting faster, harder while a young woman with small titties sauntered to the bed, a big smile on her face. She threw herself on it, spreading her legs wide, her body quivering.

“Fuck me, President Kokot! Fuck me hard!” the girl squealed in English.

“Kurba!” growled the president before he fell on the slender thing and rammed his cock into her hard.

He fucked her with a furious passion, pounding her. I jammed my fingers in and out of Branka’s asshole in response. I plundered her pussy with my futa-dick. She moaned about me, both her hole squeezing down on my thrusting cock and digits.

Pleasure flowed down my shaft, bleeding into my pussy. My breasts heaved as I fucked the girl. She whimpered and moaned, her pussy growing hotter, juicier around me. Her brown hair swayed about her shoulders.

“Yes, yes, yes!” moaned Branka. “So good! You have good cock! Mighty cock!”

“And you have such a tight pussy and asshole!” I groaned, pumping in and out of her holes faster.

My dick drank in the silky friction of her pussy. I drove myself to my orgasm. My ovaries drank in the heat flooding into my cunt. My cum churned in side me, approaching a boil. I brought myself closer and closer to erupting into Branka and breeding her.

That ache built. That wonderful, amazing moment of spurting jizz. I pounded her hard now. She moaned, her pussy convulsing around my cock. She cried out in rapture, her juices gushing out of her as she came hard.

“Cum in me, President Futa!” she moaned. “Tie him! Let us win.”

“Yes!” I panted, slamming into her cumming snatch. I just needed a few more strokes.

“Prekleto!” roared the president.

My head shot over. My eyes bulged as the girl bucked beneath him, moaning and gasping in orgasmic bliss while his face was contorted, frozen in that moment of ejaculatory ecstasy. He was cumming in her!

In a moment, he was ripping her cock out of her. She moaned, her body rolling out of the way. I caught a glimpse of her black bush matted with pearly jizz before she stumbled off the bed, looking flushed and happy.

“2-0, Slovenia,” the voice announced.

The pressure suddenly hit me. He was already two women up on me. That urge to cum had suddenly evaporated in my ovaries and at the tip of my futa-cock. Despite Branka’s pussy convulsing about my clit-dick, I was suddenly nowhere near my orgasm.

What if he beat me? What if he showed the world that his cock, fueled by the Super Viagra, was superior to mine? What would that mean? My plan would only work if I could get Russia to sign the Accords. They were the last great nation resisting.

I needed to focus. To concentrate on this convulsing pussy wrapped about my futa-dick. I thrust forward, burying into Branka’s snatch. The brunette, Slovenia beauty rocked back into me, moaning and gasping.

“Cum in me, President Futa!” she begged, her pussy’s spasming slowing. “Please, please, I just need it.”

“I’m getting there,” I muttered, struggling to feel that ache building and building at the tip of my futa-dick.

I was in hot pussy. I should be able to do this. Why couldn’t I do this? I had never had problem with my futa-cock before. Everyone was looking at me. All these girls were chanting and moaning, masturbating themselves or fingering each other. They all wanted my futa-cum. I had to give it to them. I had to beat this disgusting, misogynist man beside me.

“Ooh, President Kokot!” gasped a girl with round breasts and pierced nipples. “Ram big cock in me! I cum so hard!”

“Yes!” he groaned, slamming into her. “I’ll fill your pussy with so much jizz.”

I had to ignore him. Just concentrate on Branka’s sweet snatch. On how amazing she felt around my futa-dick. I thrust hard, my tits bouncing, my blonde hair swaying about my shoulders. My dick pumped in and out of her juicy snatch. Her silky flesh caressed me.

Branka felt good around me.

So tight and fertile. She needed me to breed her. I had to pump my cum in her and fill her to the brim with so much spunk. Nothing else truly mattered but that. I just had to ram into her. Make her cum on my futa-dick again.

She needed to explode on my cock. It would be incredible. She would milk me and I would spill into her. I shoved my hand around her waist. I slid down her shaved pubic mound and found her clit. I massaged her little bud.

“President Futa!” she gasped, her snatch squeezing around me, so hot and silky. “Please, please, cum in me. Breed me. Plant futa-baby in me!”

“I will!” I moaned. “Just a little more.” That ache built and built. I could do this.

“You nasty Kurba!” growled the president. “You cumming already.”

“I prime pussy, President Kokot!” the round-breasted girl moaned. “Yes, yes, flood me with your cum.”

“Almost there!” growled the president.

I grit my teeth. I pumped so hard, that pressure building. Just a few more strokes and I would erupt in her. I was hitting that wonderful point of no return. My hips hammered Branka’s pussy while my fingers danced along her clit, stimulating her, making her gasp and moan.

My strokes were hard, my crotch slapping into the girl’s rump. Her butt-cheeks jiggled. My tits smacked together as they heaved. My entire body felt flushed. My pussy juices flooded down my thighs I was so wet. So eager to—

“Prekleto!” grunted Vladislav as he came in the girl again.

“Yes!” she squealed.

“Fuck!” I snarled. I squeezed my eyes shut as everyone cheered and shouted around me.

“3-0, Slovenia,” the damned announcer proclaimed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I snarled.

“What’s the matter?” Vladislav taunted as he stretched out on his back, his dick hard, thrusting wet from his crotch. His black pubic hair was matted with pussy cream. A busty girl, in her mid-twenties, darted forward, her hands holding her tits against her chest to keep them from bouncing. “Having issues?”

“No!” I snarled, thrusting into Branka’s pussy, my finger dancing on her clit.

I could do this. I could cum in her.

“President Futa!” Branka squealed, her pussy writhing about my dick. I shuddered, feeling that wonderful delight of a hot, fertile pussy sucking at my ovaries. She whimpered in need. “Breed me!”

My body responded. Finally. I buried into her and gasped at the delight exploding in me. I finally came. “Take it, slut! Take my cum!”

My body shuddered. An angry explosion of rapture burst out of my cunt while my futa-dick unloaded blast after blast of my girl-jizz into Branka’s nubile depths. Her pussy milked me as my ovaries unloaded into her.

“3-1, Slovenia!”

I had never had such a hard time cumming in a girl. Nearly twenty-one years as a futa, and that had never happened to me. I was always potent. I always came. Today couldn’t be any different. I had to cum and cum and cum because I was already two behind. And that busty girl was riding Vladislav fast and hard.

I had to win this!

“Yes, yes you will cum so hard in me,” she cooed as he fondled her big tits. “You will flood me, Mr. President. Give me so much of your jizz.”

“Yes, then I will breed all the other women here. I will give you what the famed futa can’t.”

I grit my teeth. I had to do something to catch up. I needed to get my mojo back. An idea struck me when Branka crawled off my dick, her pussy slipping off my shaft with a wet plop. Immediately, my pearly jizz leaked out of her.

I needed a distraction.

“Don’t go,” I groaned, grabbing Branka’s arm. “I need you to help me out.”

“Yes!” she moaned.

I rolled onto my back as my second girl arrived, a petite think with flowing, black hair, her breasts small handfuls. She had a landing strip of dark fur leading right to her tight, girlish slit. Her vulva was puffy, her juices glistening as they dribbled down her thighs. She was barely legal and eager to be bred.

“My turn!” she moaned, hopping onto the bed and crawling towards me, her dark eyes bright. “I’m Lidija, President Futa.”

“Ride me,” I moaned. “And Branka, sit on my face. Let me eat that creampie.”

“Naughty futa!” moaned Branka.

As Lidija straddled my waist, Branka straddled my head. She lowered her pussy to my waiting lips. Before she reached it, my cum bubbled out of her pussy. It landed on my mouth. I groaned at the flavor of my own salty cum seasoned by her sweet juices. Then her hot, shaved snatch was pressed against my face at the same moment that Lidija rubbed the tip of my dick up and down her pump vulva.

She impaled her cunt down my shaft.

I moaned into Branka’s pussy, her legs pressing on the side of my face, on my ears, as I feasted on her. The world grew muffled, letting me concentrate on eating her snatch. I stared at her plump rump, my tongue digging through her snatch and gathering the futa-jizz out of her delicious hole.

My futa-dick ached and throbbed in Lidija’s tight pussy. She didn’t have a hymen, but I swear she was still a virgin with how tight that sheath was. Her silky cunt clung to my dick as she rode me, working that pussy up and down my cock.

“Ooh, yes, yes, ride the president’s cock,” Branka moaned, grinding her twat on my face, her juices spilling down my chin. “She give such good pleasure.”

“Yes!” Lidija moaned, her snatch squeezing around my dick. Proving things could get so much tighter for me.

My eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure flowed through me. Her hips wiggled from side to side, stirring her snatch around my girl-dick. I moaned. The pleasure was incredible. It was such a treat to experience.

I licked more and more of my futa-cum out of Branka’s sweet snatch, my tongue digging deep into her as I enjoyed Lidija’s tight snatch sliding up and down my dick. My futa-cock ached. My pussy clenched. The pleasure built and swirled around my ovaries, a new load of cum ready to erupt out of them and spill into the girl’s depths.

“Yes, yes, yes,” moaned Branka. “Breed her, too! Like you bred me, President Futa!”

“I want your baby so desperately much!” whimpered Lidija. “Yes, yes, your futa-daughter. Put it in my belly!”

“Yes!” I moaned into Branka’s pussy.

The world became just these two girls. I just had to please them. Love them. Make them cum, then I’d erupt into Lidija’s silky snatch. The pressure built at the tip of my cock. When she slid up me, she sucked at my ovaries. It felt incredible. It had me dizzy with delight. I moaned into Branka’s snatch, coming close and closer to erupting.

“4-1, Slovenia,” the announcer shouted, barely audible over the rush of blood in my ears.

I didn’t care. I was Becky Woodward, the worlds first futa. I would cum in this girl’s snatch while making Branka explode for a third time. I sucked on the girl’s clit, making Branka squeal as she shuddered atop me, my pussy aching in Lidija’s pussy.

Lidija moaned louder and louder. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter as she worked it up and down my shaft. She slammed down me, leaning forward, shifting how her pussy caressed my dick. She rose up me, squeezing hard.

The pressure was incredible. My toes curled. I moaned about Branka’s clit.

Then Lidija’s pussy went wild about my futa-dick. Her hot flesh convulsed. I whimpered, the heat slamming through me. She was cumming on me. Her snatch was writhing about my futa-cock. The pleasure was incredible.

I nipped Branka’s clit with my teeth.

“President Futa!” both girls moaned.

Hot juices squirted into my mouth. A sweet flood. Lidija’s pussy massaged my cock as she kept riding me, eager for my cum firing in her depths. I had to deliver. I had to give her what she needed. My ovaries clenched.

I exploded.

The rapture fired out of my clit-dick. It slammed into my mind as I gulped down Branka’s sweet cream mixed with traces of my salty spunk. My futa-jizz fired into another Slovenian girl’s fertile pussy, breeding her, giving her such a wondrous treat.

“4-2, Slovenia,” the announcer cried out.

I was gaining.

“President Futa!” Branka moaned, falling off of me.

Sounds crashed back into my ears. People were cheering, moaning, gasping. I could do this. I had fucked my political opponents on a national debate. I cuckolded the British prime minister then overcame the drug killing her sex drive. I made the queens of Saudi Arabia into my whores while their king cheered me on.

I could out-fuck Vladislav!

“Who’s next?” I cried out as Lidija pulled herself off my cock, my cum spilling down her thighs.

“Me!” a sultry voice purred. A willowy beauty with big tits and curving his purred. She had a bob of short, black hair about her round, angelic face. “I’m Avgusta.”

“On your hands and knees,” I panted. “I am going to fuck your ass so hard!”

“Yes, President Futa.”

To my delight, Avgusta nuzzled into Lidija’s pussy, licking out my cum as she wiggled her hips at me. Her ass was curvy and sexy, her bush soaked with her juices. I didn’t have to breed the women. I just had to cum in them.

On the other bed, Vladislav fucked his fifth woman hard, his body drenched in sweat. I grinned. I could do this.

I rammed my girl-dick into Avgusta’s asshole. She squealed as I sodomized her with my pussy-soaked dick. Her bowels wrapped about my cock, squeezing down on them as I buried to the hilt in her in a single plunge. My crotch smacked her bubbly ass, sending ripples across her butt-cheeks.

“You’re my anal slut!” I hissed as I pumped my cock hard into her asshole. I was on fire. “Say it!”

“I’m your anal slut, President Futa!” howled Avgusta. Her bowels squeezed around my cock, that velvety grip a delightful change from being in pussy.

Something different to inspire me.

I pounded her hard and fast. I reamed into her bowels over and over again. I pumped hard, my tits heaving. They slapped together as my world was this tight, hot sheath. Her asshole clenched and relaxed as she moaned into Lidija’s snatch.

“Yes, yes, cum in her,” the petite girl moaned, squirming on the bed. “She loves it. She’s your anal slut.”

“Yes!” I moaned.

“Your anal slut, President Futa!” Avgusta moaned. “Cum in my asshole! Fill me with your jizz!”

It was so incredible to hear. It inspired me. My futa-dick throbbed and ached. My pussy drank in the pleasure. That velvety delight burned around my cock. I licked my lips, soaked in Branka’s sweet pussy juices, and reamed Avgusta’s ass as hard as I could.

I fucked her with no reservations. I held nothing back. My dick plunged into her anal sheath hard and fast. I buried to the hilt in her again and again. I wanted her gasping, moaning. I wanted her whimpering out in ecstatic need.

She feasted on Lidija. She devoured her as I buried to the hilt in her asshole again and again. I smacked her rump, leaving a bright handprint before I buried into her again. She moaned, her back arching.

“President Futa!” she howled. “Oh, yes, President Futa, I’m going to cum!”

“Of course you are!” I hissed. “You’re my naughty anal slut!”

“I am!” she moaned.

That wonderful moment hit her. I buried into her as she cried out. Her bowels writhed around my dick, massaging the sensitive end of my cock. My clit-dick’s crown drank in that velvety delight. Her flesh sucked at me, making my ovaries twist.

She kept licking Lidija as she cried out in rapture. She came just from my dick plunging into her asshole. That was how good I was at fucking a woman. My pussy clenched. My ovaries grew hotter and hotter.

“Fucking, yes!” I howled as I buried into her asshole. “Take my futa-cum, anal-slut!”

My jizz erupted.

“You’re cumming in me!” Avgusta howled.

Her bowels milked my cock. Pleasure slammed into my mind. A euphoric wave that had the world spinning around me. My futa-cock throbbed and pulsed. My pussy convulsed. I pumped her asshole full of my jizz.

I buzzed on rapture. I threw my arm up in success. I was gaining on Vladislav. He glanced over me as he fucked his girl, his face flushed, his mustache quivering on his upper lip. I grinned at him as I ripped my cock out of Avgusta’s asshole.

“4-3, Slovenia!”

Elizabeta was next. She hopped onto the bed, spread her thighs, and showed off her juicy pussy. “Ram your dirty dick in me, President Futa!”

“You wicked slut!” I moaned and buried my cock into her snatch.

I buffed my dick clean in her tight pussy. I pumped away, ramming into her as Elizabeta’s tits bounced and jiggled. She had big, soft mounds. I squeezed them, loved them as I rammed into her pussy.

She cleaned my dick with enthusiasm. She polished my shaft with that juicy snatch as my orgasm built and built in me. It swelled so fast. I was on a roll. I was unstoppable. I would flood her snatch and breed my third Slovenia woman. I would pump her naughty cunt so full of my jizz.

“5-3, Slovenia!” the man announced.

A panting Vladislav rolled onto his back, his cock thrusting up still hard. His hairy chest heaved as his next girl, a slender brunette with round tits, mounted him. She impaled her cock on him as he groaned.

I grinned at him and buried to the hilt in my girl. I erupted. Her pussy convulsed about me, milking me up while I rode the high of another amazing orgasm. I buzzed in rapture as her spasming delight finished buffing my dick clean.

“5-4, Slovenia!”

“I’m catching up,” I purred.

“Tristo kosmatih medvedov!” he growled.

My next girl, Damijana, was a petite thing, short and with puffy breasts, a thick, black bush between her thighs. I pounced on her, pressing my tits against her small, budding mounds. I kissed her hard on the mouth and fucked her hard.

She quivered beneath me while Vladislav’s bedsprings rasped and he grunted like a wheezing pig. I loved it, reveled in the tight pussy wrapped around me. In no time, Damijana’s snatch was convulsing around my cock, milking me.

I reached heaven again.

“5-5, tied,” the announcer said, some of his enthusiasm gone.

Maja rode me hard, her round titties bouncing. She worked that heavenly pussy up and down my cock, a naughty grin on her face. Her brown hair bounced in a pair of pigtails around her while dimples shone in her freckled cheeks.

“Finally!” growled Vladislav.

“6-5, Slovenia!” the announcer said, gaining his excitement.

“Mmm, cumming, what a great idea!” I moaned and then erupted into Maja’s snatch. Her pussy went wild about me.

“Yes, yes, yes, you breed me!” howled Maja as the pleasure spurting out of my futa-cock slammed into my mind.

“6-6, tied,” the announcer said, still sounding hopeful.

I was feeling tired. I couldn’t believe it, but I had been fucking hard. My heart pounded, my breath heavy. But I could keep it up. Vladislav looked even more exhausted then I did. That kept me going. His endurance was pharmaceutical. I was all natural.

He couldn’t defeat me.

Our seventh girls arrived at almost the same time. Mine was a girl with bleached-blonde hair and a round face brimming with excitement. Slava was eager to be fucked. While Vladislav remained on his back, letting his busty girl ride him, I was interested in other delights.

I fucked Slava hard up the ass. I sodomized her while holding onto a fistful of her hair. She moaned and gasped and exploded on my dick. Her asshole writhed about my cock, sucking at my ovaries.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled, staring at Vladislav as he rubbed his hands across his sweaty face, his girl bouncing on his dick, whimpering as she rubbed his chest. “Take my cum, Slava!”

“President Futa!” screamed my seventh girl. My jizz exploded into her asshole.

And I exploded into the lead.

“6-7, America,” the announcer said, his voice lacking any energy.

I cleaned my dick off in Zvezdana’s pussy. I plundered over and over into the girl as I fucked her from behind. She was pinned on her stomach, groaning and gasping as her juicy snatch buffed my dick clean of Slava’s asshole.

“Come on, Valentina,” moaned Vladislav. “Make me cum!”

“I try!” she moaned, working her pussy up and down him. “My legs grow tired.”

“You can do it!” he growled. “You make me cum, and you get an extra million tolars!”

I grinned as I unloaded into Zvezdana’s cunt. I pumped her full of my jizz, breeding her with all my spunk. It felt incredible. I savored it. The pleasure flowed through me. It reinvigorated me, holding back that lethargy.

“6-8, America,” the dejected announcer grunted.

I had Rozalija ride my dick next. She worked her tight pussy up and down my cock while her round breasts bounced before me. The entire time I stared at Valentina gasping and moaning, trying to coax Vladislav to cum in her pussy.

“Just unleash your cum into my juicy snatch,” Valentina moaned. “Breed me.”

“Trying!” he grunted.

“You breed me, President Futa!” Rozalija gasped as she slammed down my dick.

“Oh, yes!” I moaned.

Rozalija came like a firecracker. Her pussy convulsed around my futa-cock. That wonderful pleasure surged through me. My eyes widened. I thrust up into her, my ovaries unloading my ninth load of cum of the contest, spilling so deep into her.

“6-9, America…”

“Tristo kosmatih medvedov!” snarled Vladislav. “Make me cum!”

“Trying!” the girl muttered.

“Mmm, maybe this will help,” I moaned, feeling so wild. I ignored the tenth girl brought out to me and rolled off my bed.

My legs felt rubbery as I rushed over to Vladislav. He glared at me as I mounted the bed. I thrust my pussy-soaked cock right at Valentina’s mouth. The busty woman stared at my dick. Her tongue flicked across her lips.

Then she engulfed my futa-dick. I moaned as she sucked on my girl-cock. She cleaned off Rozalija tart pussy with such hunger. Valentina grasped my hips, her fingernails biting into my flesh as she sucked with all her passion.

“You can’t do this,” Vladislav moaned.

“I’m just taking a break,” I said, winking at him. “All this fucking is exhausting.”

The look of utter defeat on Vladislav face was such an inspiring sight.

My futa-cock spurted. My ovaries responded to Valentina’s hunger. I pumped her mouth full of my futa-jizz. She moaned, sucking on it, gulping it down. Her big tits swayed as she squirmed atop the dictator.

A wave of euphoria swept through me. I threw back my head as I stole his woman. I gave her what she craved. I pumped her mouth full of my futa-cum. I was now three orgasms ahead of Vladislav. I didn’t care if this one didn’t even count.

“Yes, yes, yes!”

“You won,” Vladislav groaned, panting. “I can’t… My dick hurts. I am done. Get off me Valentina. My balls are drained.”

I smiled, ripping my futa-dick out of Valentina’s mouth. My cum had spilled over her chin, glistening in the sunlight. The busty girl slid off of his cock. It was limp, the tip looking swollen, almost raw.

“Futanari…” he panted. “You are superior to men.”

“You’ll sign the Accords,” I groaned, so dizzy from all that fucking. I wanted to pass out.

“Yes,” he said. “Slovenia stands with you.”

“Now you breed me, President Futa,” moaned Valentina, the girl grabbing my aching cock. I was still hard. “I need baby! You put baby in me, yes?”

“Yes,” I panted and fell on her. My day wasn’t over with. So many women here to breed, to get a foothold for my futa-daughters in the Russian Bloc.

Sometimes, being president meant work, work, work.

Of course, it was pleasurable work. Valentina was tight and hot and juicy about my futa-dick.

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April 17th, 2047

“What an amazing contest,” Adelia said. “It’s so great to hear your perspective on it. I know the world was rooting for you, but…”

“You were getting worried?” I asked her, shifting on the loveseat before the live studio audience. I patted her knee, my pale hand contrasting with the rich, caramel hue of her skin. “So was I. That pill was something else, but it didn’t let him out-fuck me. He realized that I was superior.”

“What did you do afterward?”

“I slept for ten hours,” I said. “I felt like I need more. It was intense. I was so focused and, well, I wasn’t nineteen any longer. I didn’t quite have as much stamina as I used to.”

“The Russians weren’t happy, were they?”

“Nope,” I said. “They were having political upheavals, and along I came kicking out one of their supports right before I made my first state visit to Moscow.” I leaned forward. “But I wasn’t prepared for what I found in the Kremlin.”

“I imagine that was quite the shock,” Adelia said. “It’s amazing how fast things can change.”

I nodded my head, eager to talk about the next event in my presidency.

To be continued…

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Set in a world where history diverged from ours in the 19th Century. Those who have are determined to keep it. Those who have not, try to survive. Exploitation is a fact of life. In the aftermath of the second world war, ordinary people finally got the vote. Some talk of a fairer society. But here are hidden forces who are determined to return things to the way they were.