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Futa Naked In School – Teacher’s Taboo Futa Pet

Chapter One: Johana’s Shocking Futa Lesson

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Johana Jordan’s Week, Monday

The entire student body of Rogers College thundered with applause as the MVP from last Saturday’s championship football game led off her rewards. Tanisha Read, a Black futa, gripped the leashes that lead to a futa named Charisma and her little sister, a cutie named Krysten. It was the Monday morning assembly. Normally, it was the Program assembly, but there was a special event.

“Lucky Tanisha,” groaned Jade, a futa in my year. I was a freshman, my first year of college. “I mean, I’m not sure about fucking another futa, but Krysten is hot. And the incest…”

I squirmed at the words: incest.

The laws in America had changed recently. Sex was openly encouraged, no longer suppressed. Public decency laws were repealed—you could go naked or even fuck in public—and incest was made legal. It made me uncomfortable. It didn’t feel right to commit incest. The rest of the student body celebrated it.

Tanisha led her two “sex slaves” for the week out of the auditorium by their leashes and collars. The only things Charisma and Krysten wore were those slave collars. Their breasts jiggled before them, Charisma’s hard girl-dick bouncing as it thrust from the shaved folds of her pussy. She held her little sister’s hand, the pair close. Both looked eager to be shared by the Black running back.

“Damn,” Jade said again. She was a horny futa, always molesting the girls who were chosen. Groping them, trying to get blowjobs or even fuck them. She was thirsty for pussy.

It was kinda pathetic. And people thought I was a bit of a nerd.

I sighed, shifting on the seat, my curly, auburn hair swaying about my face. My futa-dick was hard in my panties. It was hard not to be excited by the sight of Krysten naked. I saw her and her futa-sister having sex in the cafeteria the week before.

It was… hot and confusing all at the same time.

“Okay, okay,” President McTaggart said. The redheaded futa-administrator stood at the podium surrounded by us students. She waved her hands. “I know we’re all excited for the big game.”

“Go Rogers Futa-Rams!” whooped the cheerleaders. They all did high-kicks, flashing their lack of panties, their pussies on display for a brief instance. I knew them all. My mother was the cheer coach.

“Yes, yes, I know we’re all thrilled by our football team’s victory on Saturday,” President McTaggart continued, “but we have four new students to select to participate in the Program this week.”

Jade sat up, an eager grin on her lips.

The Program was a way to encourage college students to embrace their sexuality. A week spent going to class naked, only wearing whatever protective gear was required for personal safety. If chosen, you had to use the opposite gender’s facilities (restrooms and locker rooms) and had to grant “reasonable requests” to students. They could grope you, stroke your girl-dick, rub your pussy, even pinch your nipples, but there could be no penetration of your body without your consent. And it went both ways. A girl couldn’t slide her pussy over a futa-dick without asking, and a futa couldn’t suck on a girl’s nipple. Oral, anal, or vaginal penetration needed permission.

Of course, that didn’t stop horny futas from massaging a girl until she was so horny she’d agreed to it.

Since being naked could make you horny, at the start of every class, you had a ten minute period to accept “relief.” You could masturbate or ask for a volunteer to aid you. I had seen fucking in several of my classes. It could be painful having to sit there, my dick hard, watching as the naked girl gave in and chose a futa to enjoy.

Neither Jade nor I had been chosen once.

Lastly, a professor or member of the staff could use you as teaching aid only during a lesson. Anything the professor instructed, up to and including sex, was allowed. It was the one acceptation to the consent rule since it was part of the lesson, though if you objected hard enough, I was certain you wouldn’t have to go through it. I heard a few pervy futa-professors who had found creative ways to justify receiving blowjobs or outright fucking their students under the guise of their “lessons.”

A few girls even encouraged it, and some female professors made their naked futa-students very happy.

“Okay, let’s get drawing,” said President McTaggart. “As always, ladies first.”

“Ooh, I hope it’s Adile,” said Samantha Herbert. She sat on the other side of Jade. “I’d love to grope that lesbian.”

“She groped your ex,” Jade said, grinning. “A lot.”

Samantha scowled. She’d lost her girlfriend, Ginny, in the first week of the fall semester to a nerdy futa named Candice. The pair sat far away, cuddled together. They were an affectionate couple, taking advantage of lax rules about PDA.

I thought they were cute together. I would love a girlfriend like Ginny.

The girls chosen for the Program were drawn, a sophomore and a senior. They both sauntered down, stripping naked. I didn’t really know either of them, but they were cute, especially the busty senior. Jade and Samantha were practically drooling over them.

“I’m going for the senior,” Jade said. “Look at those tits Ludmila’s got.”

“Yeah, but I know that sophomore,” said Samantha. “She’s the type of girl that gives head beneath the bleachers during PE instead of running laps.”

“Damn,” Jade groaned, rubbing at the bulge in her skirt.

“For the futas, we have representing the freshman, Johana Jordan,” President McTaggart announced.

I blinked. “What?”

“Oh, snap,” said Jade. “Looks like you’re gonna get naked.” She licked her lips. “Watch out for Poise Ramsey. I hear she likes to try and fuck all the futas. She likes anal. Ignores your pussy and goes straight for your ass.”

“What?” I gasped, my asshole clenching and my pussy tingling.

Samantha nodded. “Kenya took it up the ass from her after classes two weeks ago.”

“I’m not into futas,” I said, squirming.

“Yeah, me either,” said Samantha. “I prefer a pussy with no dick.”

Jade nodded her head. “You better get that ass moving. President McTaggart’s gonna have you spanked if you don’t get down there.”

“They don’t do that,” I muttered as I rose, my pleated skirt swirling about my thighs.

I felt everyone’s eyes on me as I headed down the stage. A few of the girls whispered as I passed and giggled. My cheeks burned. I wasn’t as sexy as other futas. Petite. My tits were small. I had freckles on my face. My dick wasn’t as big as others. I used to be called clitty. “That’s not a dick,” mean students would say, “that’s just a big clit. You sure you’re a futa and not a freak?”

This wasn’t high school. My bullies weren’t here.

I took a deep breath as I reached President McTaggart. She was calling out a junior to join me. I groaned as I caught sight of my mother by the cheerleaders. She gave me a big grin, her fiery hair falling about her face. She flashed me a thumbs up.

I groaned, turning my back from my mother as I unbuttoned my blouse. I worked it off one by one, trying to drag it out as over five hundred people stared at me. I heard whispering through the room. All the girls were gossiping about me. I just knew it.

I slid my blouse off my shoulders, my futa-cock stiff in my panties. My small breasts were hugged by my pink bra. I dropped my top into the plastic bag the principal held for me. She had a supportive smile.

“Don’t be shy,” she said. “You’re a cute futa. You’ll see, the girls will love you.” The principal winked at me.

My cheeks burned.

I unhooked my bra, exposing my small breasts. My dusky nipples thrust hard atop my quivering tits. I dropped the bra into the bag and drew in a deep breath. The junior futa was already naked, her hand stroking her clit-dick as she grinned at the giggling cheerleaders.

They were giggling and gushing over the other futa’s bigger dick.

I groaned and shoved down my skirt, my cock twitching in my panties. My pussy grew juicy. The two naked girls glanced at me for a moment before their eye slid to the older futa. Even they were whispering and gushing.

I groaned and then thrust down my panties. My futa-dick sprang out. I felt like every eye was on my stiff cock. It thrust out from my trimmed bush. I shuddered, my heart thundering in my chest. My hands clenched and relaxed as I stood there, pussy juices soaking my pubic hair.

“Ooh, cute cock,” the naked senior girl said. Ludmila winked at me then shook her tits.

I groaned and she giggled. The nude sophomore girl laughed beside her. My cheeks went even redder. I looked away, wanting to scrunch up and hide my body. The tips of my ears burned while the horny ache swelled at the tip of my cock.

“Okay,” President McTaggart said. “We are done for this week. Enjoy your day and the four lucky students chosen. Just remember the rules and have fun with the Program selectees.”

Like the floodgates were opened, the students poured onto the floor. Jade, true to her word, mobbed Ludmila with half the futas. She was crowded by them. The busty brunette seemed to giggle as she was groped and prodded.

Girls drifted toward me. Most were crowding around the junior but a few were looking at me. I blushed even more, staring at the exit. Their whispers echoed around me. I bit my lip, my heart thudding in my chest.

“She’s got a cute cock,” one whispered.

“But it’s not that big,” another said.

“Like I said, cute. I want to just hug it and give it a kiss right on the tip.”

“Go for it,” a third said. “Johana’s not going to bite.”

“Nope,” said Araceli Espiosa, a Hispanic girl from my Health class. “She’s harmless.”

My cheeks burned from their words. Then I glanced at the girl who thought my dick was cute darted up. She grabbed my shaft, giving me a few pumps before she broke away laughing, falling into the arms of her friend.

“I can’t believe you did that, Patty.”

“It’s a nice cock. I’m glad I did.”

“It is a nice cock,” Ginny said. She was a redhead like me, but with brighter hue to her curls. She grabbed my futa-dick, stroking it a few times while she held Candice’s hand with the other. “It’s cute.”

“Not as big as Candice’s cock, though,” purred Denice Jennings, the homecoming queen. She grabbed my dick and stroked it once. “Mmm, but it’s a nice one. I bet Umeko would like to suck it.”

“My queen,” groaned Umeko, the busty, Japanese girl who ran against Denice in one wild campaign. Now she was Denice’s willing sex slave. “You know I hate futas. I like pussies with clits.”

“That’s what makes it so hot,” purred Denice. “What do you say, Johana? Want Umeko to suck your cock?”

My cheeks burned. I had never had a blowjob. I had never done anything. I may be the only futa at our college who hadn’t fucked either Denice or Umeko during their campaign where they were handing out sexual favors like candy. “If she doesn’t want to do it, then no.”

“She’ll do it if I make her, and she’ll love it, won’t you,” Denice purred, grabbing the Japanese girl’s tit through her blouse.

“Yes, Mistress,” Umeko moaned, her slanted eyes glassy.

I drifted away from them, shaking my head as they started kissing. They were weird. This was all so confusing. My futa-dick was hard. My pussy wet. I groaned as I stumbled to the doors, passing our quarterback leaning against the wall and glaring, her ebony face tight. Shelena didn’t look happy she wasn’t MVP, which shocked me.

She had led the team to victory.

I slipped out into the hallway. Girls would come up and pat my rump or fist my dick for a moment before breaking off into giggles. It wasn’t like with the girls in the Program. I wasn’t mobbed and felt up. I had seen a few cum just from being touched.

All it did was leave me horny.

My first class was a chore. I was too embarrassed to ask for relief. Not even a handjob. I felt eyes on me the entire time I sat naked at my desk. The tip of my erect cock kept bumping into the bottom surface, sending tingles racing down to my pussy. I was so hard. I ached. My pussy juices leaked out of me, making a puddle on the chair.

In my next class, a futa named Poise Ramsey offered to blow me. She had a big grin on her face, arching her eyebrows. Just like Jade and Samantha claimed. I shook my head. Then a girl, Shanice Colton, winked at me and gave the same offer. She licked her lips, sending a teasing surge through me.

“I’m fine,” I lied, so nervous about all of this. It couldn’t be real. Did girls, and that futa, really want to do things with me?

I cracked down for my third class. I asked for relief. Audie Marlowe volunteered to blow me but just her hand touching my cock set me off. She gasped as my cum splattered across her face, painting her beige features in my pearly cum. I gasped and moaned, the pleasure shooting through her as she recoiled in shock.

“Futa-bitch!” she gasped, cum in her hair and dripping down onto the front of her blue blouse. “Ooh, I said I’d blow you, not take a load in the face.”

The class roared in laughter as she rose and marched out of the room, giving me a dirty look.

“Way to go, Hair Trigger!” snorted Eve Mathers.

“Better watch out, girls, Hair Trigger could go off at a moment’s notice.”

“You better not shoot on my new jeans!” warned Salome Cardozo. “My futa-girlfriend bought these for me.”

“I’m glad you didn’t explode when I stroked you in the hallway. I love this skirt.”

I sank down on my seat, my cheeks burning from embarrassment.

The teasing followed me for the rest of the day. Girls would come up to me, start to reach for my cock, then gasp, “Oh, no, I don’t want to ruin my blouse.”

“Don’t want to set off Hair Trigger!”

“Sorry, Johana, my hand’s just too sexy for your futa-cock.”

My cheeks burned all day. I was so hard. I wanted relief, but I was way too embarrassed now. I just had to suffer, my ovaries aching with a load of cum, the tip of my girl-dick throbbing, so in need of relief. Futas laughed as I passed them in the halls. My shoulders hunched. This was just the first day of the Program.

This was going to be a long week.

“It’s okay,” Ginny told me when I bumped into her on my way to my last class. “You were just excited. Don’t let those cunts and futa-bitches get you down. Okay.”

“Yeah,” I said, smiling at her. She gave my cock a quick stroke.

“Maybe me, you, and Candice could have some fun after school. We like to share.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I said. “I’m fine. Just some teasing. I don’t need any pity.”

“It’s not that,” she said. “I thought it would be fun. It’s fine if you don’t want to. Candice will just enjoy me all to herself or I’ll find a girl we can share. She likes watching me with girls. But if you change your mind…”

I shrugged. I didn’t want my first time to be screwing Candice’s girlfriend while she watched or something.

It was only when I reached the door to my last class, Health, that I groaned. I don’t know how it slipped my mind, but this was the class taught by my mother, Miss Molly Jordan. My futa-mom had passed away years ago and so my mom went by Miss Instead of Mrs.

I wasn’t sure why.

“Good afternoon, Johana,” my mom purred when I walked in. She was at the front of the classroom, her red hair falling about her face. She wore a tight, black pencil skirt that fell barely covered her ass and a ruffled blouse with a scoop neckline. Her green eyes were bright. “I hope you’re first day’s been going fine.”

“Yeah,” I muttered, heading to my seat.

“Oh, no, don’t go sit down,” she said, catching my arm. “I need you for the lesson.”

My cheeks burned as I felt my mother staring at my naked body. Her eyes seemed bright and considering as she studied my naked flesh. This strange, squirming, almost guilty lust shot through me. I had jerked off to her before. I always felt so bad afterward, ashamed. She was my mother.

“Oh, you look too hard,” she said. “Have you cum at all today?”

“Oh, she came once, Miss Jordan,” said Samantha as she filed in. “She’s got a hair trigger. Splattered Audie Marlowe right in the kisser. The moment she grabbed your futa-daughter’s cock, BAM! Johana erupted.”

“Oh, yes, you’re still a virgin, right?” Mom asked me.

I groaned as people sniggered.

“That’s okay,” Mom said. “I need you to have some stamina for the lesson. So just let me give you some relief.”

I gasped as my mother grabbed my futa-cock. Her hand wrapped around my shaft, fingers hot and silky. I groaned as she stroked me. She pumped her hand up and down my dick. My eyes widened as pleasure shot through my body right down to my pussy.

The class gaped as my mom worked her hand up and down the shaft. Genevieve, a freshman cheerleader, blinked her eyes as she took her seat, her pleated skirts swirling about her thighs. Samantha whistled. Ase Westerberg, a blonde futa, shook her head in envy. Araceli blinked.

“Mom,” I gasped, blinking. “You can’t do that.”

“Give you a handjob?” she asked. “Sure I can. I need you ready for the lesson. I can’t have you on the verge of an eruption. Now it’s okay. You’re young. Just let your cum flow. It’s natural.”

Incestuous pleasure rushed through my body. I gasped at the shameful bliss I felt at my mother’s stroking touch. She pumped up and down my shaft, stroking the sensitive crown then sliding down to nudge my pussy folds wrapped about the base of my clit-dick.

“Guess you’re not that much of a hair trigger,” Samantha said, watching. She squirmed. “You could give me a handjob, Miss Jordan.”

“I don’t need you for today’s lesson, Ms. Herbert,” purred the professor. “But I’ll keep that in mind for later.”

I just stood there, my pussy growing hotter and hotter, as my mother gave me a handjob. I could feel the swell of her breast through her blouse pressing on my arm as she pumped her hand up and down my girl-dick. She stroked me fast. Hard. She made my toes curl. This heat swelled and swelled in me.

I groaned. Whimpered. My heart hammered in my chest. It felt incredible. I shouldn’t enjoy this. Everyone watched me with hot eyes. Futas adjusted their bulges. Girls squirmed their thighs together. Flushed faces stared at me as my mom worked her hand faster and faster.

“Just let all that cum out,” she purred in my ear. “Don’t let your ovaries build up all that cum.”

My pussy clenched. My toes curled against the floor. My breasts jiggled. The ache built so fast. I couldn’t hold off if I wanted to. This was too much. I threw back my head, my small tits heaving, and erupted.

My mom made me cum.

“Goddess!” I moaned as my pussy convulsed. My ovaries unloaded all my built up jizz.

Futa-spunk fired out of my girl-dick. Mom pumped her hand up and down my shaft as I bucked. My cum arched over and splattered on the floor before Samantha’s desk. She leaned back, a strange look flashing across the futa’s face.

“Oh, damn,” purred Genevieve, her blue eyes wide. Her black hair spilled around her flushed cheeks. “You’re just… Wow.”

“I know,” groaned Araceli.

I shuddered as the pleasure slammed into my mind. This guilty bliss burned through me. The incestuous rapture surged out of my pussy. It danced across my thoughts. I groaned, my fingers clenching. I swayed, leaning against my mother as this ecstasy spurted out of me. My pussy convulsed. Rapture rippled out of my snatch.

“That’s it,” cooed my mother. She stroked up my cock and rung out the last few drops. They dribbled over her hand while I shuddered, pussy cream dripping down my thighs. “There you are.”

She kissed me on the cheek as she released my futa-cock, the last, watery spurts of my pearly cum running down the back of her hand. She casually licked it off as she moved around her desk, leaving me panting before the entire class.

That just happened. My mother just gave me a handjob before the entire class. My knees quaked. My breasts jiggled. Genevieve and Araceli leaned together, hissing whispers. My cheeks burned as I swayed, dizzy, disoriented.

“Just stay right there, Johana,” my mom said. “You’re going to be demonstrating today’s lesson. Foreplay.”

The class shifted. Girls looked eager. I trembled, swallowing. My futa-cock was only half-hard despite the orgasm I just had. My hands rubbed together. My cheeks burned with a strange mix of shame and exhilaration. I buzzed from the orgasm, but…

My mother gave it to me.

“I need a girl to volunteer for Johana to demonstrate foreplay on,” my mother purred, scanning the classroom. “I can’t choose Krysten since she’s our MVP’s slave for the week.” She paused, looking around. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

The girls shifted. Genevieve glanced at me while her round breasts rose and fell in the purple, sleeveless cheerleader top she wore. Her golden, pleated skirts rustled as she shifted. Beside her, Araceli bit her lower lip, her cheeks flaming scarlet. Monica Rocha fanned her face, her eyes glassy. Naked Krysten craned her head, her slave collar rattling about her neck, while the futas all shook their heads.

Was that… envy I saw in Samantha’s and Araceli’s eyes?

“No volunteers?” my mother said. “Genevieve, I think you want to volunteer. Come on, you’re a cheerleader. Show some school spirit and let’s learn about foreplay. It’s important for a healthy sexual relationship with your partner or partners.”

Giggles burst through the classroom as Genevieve stood up. “Okay, coach, I’ll do it. Your futa-daughter’s cute.”

I blushed more. Did she really think I was cute, or was she just saying that to be nice?

Genevieve marched up, peeling off her cheerleader top like it was nothing. They were growing more and more adventurous as a team. I could still remember them flashing their bare beavers during the assembly this morning. Her breasts spilled out, round and perky. She wasn’t wearing a bra beneath, her nipples poking hard before her.

She found a concealed fastener and zipper for her skirt on her right hip. With it, her skirt fell loose down her body and she stepped out of it naked, a landing strip of black hair leading to her shaved pussy. Her blue eyes smoldered as she stepped up beside me and peeled off her tennis shoes and lacy ankle socks.

“Okay, let’s learn foreplay,” she said, grinning at me.

“Face each other,” Mom said. “Now, futas, with girls you want to start playing with their breasts. Of course, futas love that, too, but they don’t need much to make their cocks hard or their pussies wet. In fact, ladies, letting a futa play with your tits will not only make you wet, but will get her hard and ready to please you.”

I swallowed as I stared at Genevieve’s perfect tits right before me. My cheeks burned. I had to touch her with the class watching. Girls leaned in and futas watched with hungry eyes. My softening girl-dick twitched, a hot itch forming in the depths of my pussy.

“Don’t be shy,” Genevieve whispered.

My mother moved behind me. “Just reach out and grab her breasts,” Mom said, seizing my wrists. I felt her tits rubbing on my naked back through her blouse. Her nipples were hard. She raised my hands and guided them to Genevieve’s lovely boobs. “Not hard. Cup them at first, then lightly massage those gorgeous breasts.”

Genevieve’s eighteen-year-old tits filled my hands. They were warm and felt like silk, bigger than my own breasts and softer. My fingers lightly dug into them. Genevieve purred in delight, her nipples feeling even harder than my mom’s. Her hips wiggled back and forth.

“Mmm, just like that,” Mom purred as she pressed behind me. Her fingers rubbed up and down my arms. “Massage her. A little more pressure now. Yes, yes, watch her face. Hear her moans. Her purrs. Let her reactions guide you. If she wants more, give it to her, if she needs you to be slow, then go slow. If you read your partner, futas, she’ll be more likely to let you get that prize.

“Her pussy.”

I groaned as my mom said those words. She seemed to undulate behind me, almost humping against my naked rump. Her silk blouse rubbed on my skin as I massaged Genevieve’s breasts, my fingers working on them. The girl moaned, her blue eyes bright, her cheeks growing redder and redder.

The flush descended down her throat as I massaged her. My thumbs swept out, brushing the edges of her dusky-pink areolas. I felt the different texture. Bumpier than her smooth tits. I rubbed again, this time grazing a puckered nipple.

“Ooh, yes,” Genevieve moaned.

“Mmm, that’s the sort of signal you need to read,” Mom purred. “Play with her nipples. Massage them with your thumbs. Yes, yes, just like that, Johana.”

My futa-dick throbbed and my pussy clenched as my thumbs rubbed Genevieve’s nipples in circles. I couldn’t believe this was happening. My mom’s hands still held my wrists, not guiding me. She nuzzled into my ear, whispering her encouragements.

Genevieve licked her lips. She squirmed as I rolled her nipples now. The hard nubs felt amazing between my thumbs and forefingers. I twisted them. Tweaked them. Genevieve gasped and moaned. I was feeling… more and more like a futa.

Sexy and powerful.

“That’s it,” my mother moaned. “Mmm, I bet you have a juicy pussy, don’t you, Genevieve?”

“I do, coach,” the girl moaned, her body trembling.

“Now we move onto cunnilingus,” purred my mom. “It’s the stage of foreplay most girls love. And more than a few futas. So girls, pay attention, too. And, of course, you might want to go down on each other, too. Pussies are a joy to play with even if they don’t come with a hard futa-cock.

My mother’s words had me hard. Genevieve was already moving. The black-haired beauty sat down on the edge of my mom’s desk. She spread her legs, the pink folds of her pussy parting. Juices glistened on them. She looked so open.

Not a virgin, but an experienced girl.

“Now, Johana,” my mother said, “Just bend over and start licking. Lap around the edges of her pussy lips. Don’t go straight for her clit. Get her pussy hot and wet first, then you can attack it.”

“Okay, Mom,” I groaned, my small breasts jiggling as I leaned over. My futa-dick throbbed, at my full erection.

“Eating pussy requires reading your partner even more than breast play,” said my mother. “You need to learn where she likes to be licked. Some girls like their labia played with. Others get off on clitoral stimulation. Most like a mix of the two, often with vaginal penetration. Don’t be afraid of using fingers. Use one or two digits to start out, but some girls might like more. Or futas.”

My pussy clenched as I leaned closer. I could smell this amazing, spicy musk. Genevieve’s juices filled my nose. It as a heady scent. Intoxicating. I groaned, salivating. My tongue licked across my lips. I hungered to devour her.

“Don’t be afraid,” Mom cooed, pressing into me from behind. Her hands were on my hips. “Just feast on her.”

My lips nuzzled into Genevieve’s folds. I swallowed then flicked my tongue out. I tasted her spicy juices. She groaned, her breast jiggling over me. Her eyes widened as my tongue danced through her delicious petals.

“That’s it,” cooed my mother, her crotch pressed into my rump, her skirt’s fabric caressing my silky flesh. “Just lick her. You’re doing great, Johana. Mmm, you’re making Genevieve feel good.”

“She is, coach,” the cheerleader moaned. She leaned back, her round breasts jiggling. They were hypnotic.

I darted my tongue into her pussy folds. I licked up and down her twat. I caressed her. I teased her. She tasted amazing. Her spicy juices spilled over my face. I could hear the other students shifting on their seats as I ran my tongue up and down Genevieve’s delicious pussy. My mother’s hands gripped my hips.

My tongue flicked up and brushed Genevieve’s clit. The cheerleader gasped. Her back arched, her breasts jiggling before her. She moaned, her eyes squeezing shut for a moment. She loved it. I licked her clit again and a smile burst across her face.

“Ooh, that’s nice, Johana,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, just like that.”

“You’re doing good, honey,” Mom purred, her hands stroking my sides. “Yes, yes, lick her clit.”

“Damn, look at Genevieve, my girlfriend doesn’t eat me out like that,” Adile purred. Even the lesbian was impressed.

“She should,” Krysten said.

“I’ll eat you out like that, Adile,” Samantha said.

“No, you won’t, Samantha. You couldn’t satisfy your own girlfriend. Ginny dumped you for that nerd. But I can make you cum, Adile,” boasted Krysten. “You just have to let my futa-sister watch. Oh, and my futa-mistress if we do it before Friday.”

“Go, Genevieve, go,” moaned Araceli. “Cum on Johana’s lips.”

“Mmm, see, you’re doing great,” Mom moaned. “Now get your tongue into her pussy depths. She’ll love it.”

I plunged my tongue into Genevieve’s depths. I swirled around in her. I licked and sucked at her depths, making her shudder. Her eyes widened. She groaned, her pussy walls clenching around my tongue soaking in her spicy juices.

“And play with her clit with your finger,” Mom purred.

I moved my right hand as I swirled my tongue around inside of Genevieve. I licked and lapped at her. I savored the flavor of her. I found her clit with my pointer finger. I massaged her bud as she gasped out in delight.

I gave her pleasure.

This incredible surge of rapture shot through me, making my cunt clench and my futa-dick throb. Genevieve moaned and groaned. She shuddered on the desk, her breasts rising as I massaged her bud. I felt her little clit throbbing beneath my fingers as I licked and swirled around inside of her pussy.

Pleasure crossed Genevieve’s face. That wonderful rapture spilling over her features. Her head threw back. She whimpered and groaned. I massaged her clit faster. She gasped, nodding her head in delight.

She loved it.

“Oh, damn, Johana,” she gasped. “Oh, yes, yes, coach, you’re teaching your futa-daughter right. She’s good.”

“I wished I volunteered,” moaned Monica.

“Not too late to have me eat you,” Samantha said. “Don’t listen to Ase. She’s a futa-bitch.”

“Language, Ms. Herberts,” my mother moaned, her hands sliding up and cupping my tits.

As Samantha apologized, I froze for a moment. My mother’s hands kneaded my small breasts. She shouldn’t touch me there. This incestuous, shameful rush shot through me. A forbidden ache burned in my dick as she brushed my hard nipples. She teased them. Made me quiver and groan.

My tongue fluttered through Genevieve’s depths again. I whimpered, shocked by the intensity of my mother’s touch on my nipples. It felt incredible. My pussy clenched and juices dribbled down my hard girl-cock. I moaned into Genevieve’s pussy as Mom pinched my nipples.

“Oh, my goddess, yes!” moaned Genevieve. “That’s it. Just like that. I’m going to cum!”

“Mmm, cum all over my cute futa-daughter’s face,” Mom moaned, pinching my nipples.

I shuddered at the rapture. My futa-cock was so hard. My tongue buried deep into Genevieve’s pussy. My finger massaged her clit, her juices flowing. Her spicy cream filled my mouth as the eighteen-year-old cheerleader threw back her head.

“Yes!” she howled.

Her pussy convulsed around my tongue. Her juices gushed out of her. This spicy flood of delight filled my mouth. I groaned, my tongue darting over her flesh, licking and lapping up her juices. They coated my tongue, tasting amazing. I shuddered and groaned, my heart pounding in my chest, pumping euphoria through my veins.

My finger rubbed harder as she leaned back on the desk. Her breasts heaved with all their youthful perkiness. Her thighs clamped about my face. My tongue fluttered up and down her folds, licking up her cream.

“Mmm, yes, that’s it,” Mom purred. She pinched my nipples, my futa-dick throbbing. “You’re doing wonderful. You’ve made her cum hard.”

“So hard,” groaned Genevieve. “Oh, wow, Johana. You’re a futa-champ. Oh, damn, that was good. I haven’t cum that hard in a while. Ooh, you eat pussy like a dyke.”

“Have you had Adile go down on you?” moaned a futa named Michele Deveruex.

“Maybe,” answered Genevieve. “Ooh, Johana, you’re going to be popular with the girls.”

“Yes, you are,” Mom groaned. “And you got a hard cock.”

“Should I blow her?” asked Genevieve. “I mean, she did make me cum.”

“Mmm, but don’t get her off,” my mom said. “Just demonstrate to the girls how to give head. I’m sure you’re an expert.”

“I’ve sucked off a few,” moaned Genevieve. She winked at me. “You’ll love it.”

I straightened up, panting, my breasts rising and falling as I trembled. This was really happening. Genevieve slipped to the floor before me. My mom grabbed me and turned me so my side faced the class. My futa-cock shot out before me. The girls were all staring at me with this hungry looks. Monica winked at me.

I was about to say something then Genevieve licked the tip of my girl-dick. My eyes bulged at the heat surging down my shaft. My pussy clenched as her tongue swirled around the spongy crown of my dick.

“Start by licking it, Genevieve,” Mom moaned, her freckled cheeks flushed bright. Her green eyes were glossy as she ran her tongue over her ruby lips. “Tease the futa before you suck on her cock. And mind your teeth.”

“We don’t like that,” Samantha said.

“Thank you, Ms. Herbert,” Mom purred. “Now Genevieve, swallow the tip of my futa-daughter’s cock and suck.”

My eyes widened as the cheerleader did just that. I groaned and my pussy clenched. Genevieve’s plump lips swallowed the crown of my futa-cock. Her lips sealed about it. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing. I groaned and swayed, pussy juices leaking down my thighs. It was incredible to feel.

She bobbed and slid her mouth up and down my girl-dick. My hands clenched. My pussy grew hotter. My ovaries quivered, eager to explode a fountain of jizz. It would be incredible to cum in her mouth. If my mom hadn’t given me a handjob, I would be erupting into Genevieve’s mouth right now. Just flooding her with my salty cum.

“Okay,” Mom purred. “You can stop sucking. Let’s move onto sex. The real reason you get a girl so turned on.”

Genevieve’s mouth popped off my dick. “Ooh, yes, yes, let’s do that. I want this cock in me. I’m so wet. You made me cum so hard.”

A flutter of joy rippled through me at her words. I wanted to be in her. As good as her mouth felt, I was so eager for my first taste of a girl’s pussy. I didn’t care that my mom was guiding this lesson now. That everyone was watching.

I was getting pussy.

“Lie down on my desk, Johana,” Mom purred, her hands grabbing my waist and pushing me back until my rump brushed the edge of her desk. “Then Genevieve, I want you mounting her facing the class and ride her cock.”

“Ooh, reverse cowgirl,” the cheerleader purred. “Hot. The class is going to see how much I love this.”

“Damn, why couldn’t I be chosen?” Michele muttered.

“Yeah,” croaked Samantha. “Johana, you’re so lucky. You’re going to get so much pussy this week.”

“Uh-huh,” Monica purred.

I sank back onto the desk, trembling. My breasts jiggled as my breathing quickened. I was about to have sex with Genevieve, one of the hot girls on the cheer squad. Other futas were envious of me. I licked my lips as I leaned down, my futa-dick twitching over my stomach.

“Mmm, cutie, we’re going to have fun,” Genevieve purred as she grabbed my girl-dick. She stroked me, fisting up and down my cock. I gasped at the sensation. My eyes widened as this wild beat surged through my chest. “Aren’t we?”

“I guess,” I groaned, my heart hammering in my chest.

“Be confident,” Mom said, moving around her desk. She stood over me, her breasts swelling her blouse, her black, short skirt hardly covering her. Her legs stretched apart. I groaned as I could see up her skirt and…

My mom wasn’t wearing any panties. I couldn’t believe the sight of her thick, fiery bush between her thighs. My eyes locked on that naughty sight. Her pussy. The hole that birthed me. This was wrong. I should look away.

I couldn’t.

Her juices gleamed on her silky curls. Then I groaned as Genevieve grabbed my girl-dick. She stroked me as she straddled me. I should be looking at her. She was about to fuck me. She was my age. Eighteen. Genevieve pressed her shaved twat down onto my cock while I stared at my mother’s mature depths.

The cheerleader impaled her pussy down my shaft in a single plunge. I groaned as her tight twat engulfed me. I trembled, my eyes locked on my mother’s cunt. I licked my lips, these naughty ideas bursting through my head as Genevieve’s pussy gripped my girl-dick.

“Ooh, that’s a nice cock,” she moaned, her hips swaying from side to side. “I love it. Mmm, I’m going to ride this shaft hard.”

I groaned as her pussy slid up my futa-cock. My head shook. My breasts rose and fell. I licked my lips at the heat that shot through me. My head tossed back and forth. This wanton, wicked heat caressed my dick. Genevieve’s pussy massaged me.

My hands clenched. My heart pounded in my chest. This powerful thudding had me trembling. I groaned as she worked her twat up and down my girl-dick. It was incredible to enjoy her pussy while I stared up my mother’s skirt at her forbidden twat.

“That’s it, dear,” Mom purred. “Just work that cunt up and down her girl-dick. It’s a delicious treat, isn’t it?”

“It is, coach,” moaned Genevieve. “Ooh, Johana, do you like my pussy.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, twitching, my breasts jiggling as she worked that hot twat up and down my girl-dick. “You’re so juicy. So silky. Wow.”

“Lucky,” groaned Samantha.

“Yeah,” whimpered Monica.

My hands found Genevieve’s hips. I gripped her flesh as she rode me. Her skin felt amazing beneath my hands while her pussy was heaven sliding up and down my shaft. She was so tight, squeezing, my ovaries quivering, brimming with cum to spill into her.

Then my mother shifted forward. To my shock, her skirt slid over my face. She slipped onto the desk, straddling my head. Her bush pressed into my lips. I shuddered, stunned and froze as my mother’s incestuous pussy smothered my mouth and nose. Her tangy cream spilled past my lips.

I shuddered on the table. My heart raced in my chest. My hands clenched. This couldn’t be happening. She was grinding her hairy muff on me as Genevieve worked that delicious cunt up and down my girl-dick.

“Mmm, that’s it,” moaned my mother. “Keep riding my futa-daughter’s cock. Just make her explode.”

She ground her pussy on my face, her tangy juices spilling into my mouth. The incestuous juices made my hands clench on Genevieve’s waist. The cheerleader rode me while my mother’s mature twat rubbed against my lips.

My tongue begged to lick her.

I shuddered, fighting this urge. My heart pumped fast, hot. Did anyone know she was on me? Could they tell with Genevieve facing them, her round tits bouncing before their gazes, and her pussy working up and down my girl-dick?

This was wrong. So wrong.

My tongue licked through the folds of the pussy that had birthed me. A naughty rush ran through me as she moaned out in delight. Her tangy juices soaked my tongue, her silky pubic hair caressing my cheeks and nose. I breathed in her musk and licked again.

“Yes, yes, just like that,” moaned my mother. “You’re doing great.”

“Thanks, coach,” moaned Genevieve as she rode me, thinking my mother talked to her. I knew the truth.

“Yes, yes, just keep working it,” Mom moaned as my tongue plunged into her incestuous depths.

I was out of control. My hands gripped Genevieve’s hips. My fingers dug into her flesh as she worked her cunt up and down my girl-dick. My pussy drank in the heat, my ovaries quivering with a load of cum. My tongue worked through my mother’s folds at the same time. I licked and lapped at her twat, putting my cunnilingus lesson to use.

Did she teach me to eat a girl’s pussy so I could please her?

She ground her pussy on my mouth while Genevieve’s amazing cunt kept working up and down my girl-dick. The cheerleader moaned and gasped as she rode me. Her pussy caressed me. That silky friction built the ache at the tip of my girl-dick.

I moaned into my mother’s pussy, coming closer and closer to erupting. This was insane. The incestuous shame wouldn’t stop. I licked and lapped. I feasted on my mother’s cunt with hunger. She gripped my nipples, twisting them.

Pleasure shot to my ovaries.

I gasped into her twat.

“Just hold on, Johana,” my mother purred. “A futa needs to wait until the girl she’s fucking cums.”

“I’m almost there,” groaned Genevieve. “Ooh, your futa-daughter’s cock feels amazing in me. Oh, yes, yes!”

My girl-dick throbbed in her depths. I fought against my urge to cum as my tongue thrust into my mother’s depths. I swirled around in her, teasing in her. She whimpered, teasing my nipples. Tingles raced from my breasts to the tip of my futa-cock buried in Genevieve’s wonderful pussy. She was driving me wild. I couldn’t take much more.

I had to.

My tongue licked and lapped. I l pleased my mother with a wild hunger. My tongue brushed her clit. Her juices soaked my mouth and chin. Then she ground hard against me. She pulled hard on my nipples.

“Are you almost there, Genevieve?” my mom moaned as her incestuous cream flooded my mouth. Her passion spilled over me, leaving me trembling on the table, my toes curling.

My mom was cumming.

“Almost, Coach,” groaned Genevieve.

“Good!” Mom gasped. “Cum on my futa-daughter’s cute dick!”

Genevieve slammed down my girl-cock. Her pussy convulsed around me. She gasped out in obvious rapture. The classroom burst into applause. Students cheered me on as dizzying rapture rushed through me.

My futa-cum fired out of my girl-dick again and again, flooding Genevieve’s cunt. Rapture shot through me with each eruption. My pussy convulsed, spilling more delight through my body. It was intense. I moaned into my mother’s cunt as the passion burned through me.

She trembled on me as the class kept whooping and cheering. Genevieve’s pussy milked my dick. She drew out my cum, leaving me dizzy. The pleasure spilled around me. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering as this delight peaked in me.

I fired my last drop of cum into Genevieve’s pussy.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” the girl moaned. “Oooh, Johana, you’re a good lay.”

“Wonderful,” my mom purred, her voice throaty. She slipped off the desk, leaving my face sticky with her cream.

As my students cheered my name and Genevieve dismounted my futa-cock, it hit me. I had my mother’s juices all over my mouth. I just committed incest. Guilt rippled hot through me as I sat up, wiping at my lips.

“You’re the futa!” Samantha shouted.

“Way to go, cutie!” Monica whooped, her face flushed.

“She was amazing,” groaned Genevieve. “She just flooded me with cum. Good thing I had the shot, or I’d be pregnant for sure.”

“Damn, you are lucky,” Michele said.

“That was hot, Miss Jordan,” Krysten moaned. “Wish my futa-sister was here to see it or my naughty futa-mistress.”

My head swam. I committed incest before my entire class. I couldn’t breathe. I glanced at my mother, shocked by the wicked smile on her flushed face. “I… I… I need to… to…”

I raced out of the classroom, struggling to breathe.

To be continued…

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Hello, This is my first published story, please be gentle, im aware my grammar, punctuation and spelling isn’t the best, but i will happily accept constructive feed back and criticism.

Alll characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18. This story does contain sexual acts such as watersports and incest so if it’s not your thing, please scroll along. Thank you for taking the time to read and i hope you enjoy

Becoming the Family Submissive Slut Chapters 1-10

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Chapter One

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I suppose some introductions would be in order. My name is Sarah, I’m a 19 year old college student from the north of England. My mother and father bought a house in a small town just south of the Scottish border around 9 years ago. Mum and dad have always had an amazing relationship, thing’s just seem to be easy with them. They rarely argue or fight and they have both worked hard to give us the life that we have been accustomed too. A little more about myself, I’m 5″3′ tall, a modest 36d cup with long raven black hair. people would best describe my figure as a little chubby, basically I have thicc thighs and a nice round bublebutt that i have grown to be proud of. I do love rocking the “Goth look” usually with the dark elaborate eye shadows, and black or deep red lip sticks.

Anyways, digressing, this story begins shortly after i had turned 18, almost 14 months ago. I had been out with some of my girl friends for a few drinks at a local goth/rock night. It was the usual shenanigans, the venue was darkly lit, dingy and had a musky smell of sweat mixed with smoke from the fog machine. the floor was always drenched from drinks that had been sloshing out of glasses as people danced. This particular night, i had decided to show off my curvy figure with a tight black latex minidress that i had picked up for a bargain online. I coupled that with some fishnet stockings and my knee high new rock boots. The dress hugged my curves tightly, pushing up my tits more to make them look a little bit bigger. After getting my outfit on, i rubbed the latex dress down with some special polish that made it look really shinny. Afterwards i inspected my look in the floor to celling mirror.

“Dam, i look real hot tonight, wonder what type of morons are gonna be hitting on me tonight” i chuckled to myself.

After getting ready, i messaged the girls group chat and told them that i would be getting an uber in around 20 mins. I included a mirror selfie just to show them what i was going out in.

“Wow Sarah! you look amazing!” Rachel replied back.

The other 2 girls, Grace and Laura only heart emoji reacted to the photo to say that they had seen the message but were otherwise engaged in getting themselves ready. Sarah looked as her iPhone 14 Promax flashed up, a notification from the uber app to say that the driver was outside awaiting.

“Mum? Dad? I’m going now, I’m not sure what time I’ll be home, so please don’t wait up, I’m out with Grace, Rachel and Laura” I shouted as i grabbed the small leather jacket from it’s home on the coat rack.

“Ok love, I hope you have a good time, please be safe and vigilant” mum shouted as she was coming down the stairs.

Karen, a 5″5′ tall leggy redhead was making her way down the stairs. Wearing a loose fitting nightshirt that only just came just a few inches past her crotch was hiding her true beauty. Karen worked out every day at the local gym, she was in the gym 6am in the morning like clockwork. Her gym cloths showed off her amazing tight athletic body. For 34 years old her mother was a female Adonis. Her 32c breasts were always poking her nipples through her gym tank top, her curvy ass left nothing to the imagination. Usually her mother attracted unwanted male attention because her gym leggings always seemed to show her camel toe.

Her mum stopped just short of the bottom of the stairs. Her emerald green eyes piercing through Sarah’s body as she seemed to inspect every inch of her clothing. As she looked down towards her daughter’s ass, she gave a slight half smile half grin. Noticing that her daughter’s ass was being squished by the tightness of the latex dress she was wearing.

“That dress looks good on you darling, I’m glad u took my advice when you showed me it. I used to love wearing latex and leather when i was younger” Karen said warmly as she kept on looking her daughter up and down.

Sarah blushed slightly and and looked down a bit at the complement her mother had just paid her. Sarah couldn’t figure out why but she felt a little uncomfortable as she noticed her mother looking at her the way she was.

“Thanks mum, I’ll be sure to stay with the others and I’ll get an uber straight home” I replied as I tried to hurry out the door to my waiting uber.

‘Finally, I’ll be able to have some fun and relax, why was mum looking at me all weird?’ I thought too myself as I quickly got in my uber.

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Chapter Two

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The Underworld was in what used to be the 2 basement levels below an old Hotel. It was laid out so that the dance floor and the really loud music was in the 2nd basement floor while the upper floor was the bar and the V.I.P areas. The Hotel was still there but it had been downsized due to declining numbers of guests. The basement levels were retrofitted with toilets, a solid wood dance floor as well as some storage rooms for the stock. The dancefloor room was always dark and smoggy from the smoke machines. Often as certain songs played, strobe lights would flash as the music from the huge speaker system blasted away. As the night progressed the smell of sweat would permeate strongly in your nose. It was the smell of pure energy as people danced with the flow and vibes of the music. Heavy Metal, cybergoth and other genres of music played away. Me and the rest of the girls met up at the bar, we’d decided that since it was to celebrate Grace’s 20th birthday, we all chipped in and paid for a V.I.P booth that came with a load of drinks. We sat around a small circular table as we started downing shots and Jagger bomb’s. We were all laughing and giggling away, but had all agreed that one of us should stay with the table and drink at all times.

Grace and Laura disappeared into the crowd of people, making their way downstairs to the dancefloor, leaving Rachel and Sarah at the table with the drinks. While sat there, Rachel moved around the table to be closer to Sarah. Rachel was quite short in comparison to Sarah, standing at just 5ft tall, she was actually the shortest of the group. Rachel was also rocking the goth look, with a black corset a leather mini skirt and knee high boots, a fishnet top with black bikini triangles covering her pierced nipples. Sarah had always felt that Rachel was either a lesbian or at the very least, bi-curious, but Rachel never made any kind of big deal about her sexual orientation.

“Do you think Grace is enjoying her birthday?” Rachael shouted.

“Yeah, I think that it’s been a good night. Everyone seems to have had a good night so far, although is there another event going on or something? Lots of people in fetish gear in here

tonight” I said back

“I’m not sure, but yeah there does seem to be a bit of a fetish theme going on here. Like when i went to the toilet, I’m pretty sure the stall next to me had one lass eating out another one while being called mommy. Was some strange moaning going on, definitely someone with a mommy kink if you get my meaning” Rachel laughed as she picked up her glass “I mean who would ever dream of having sex with their own mom, especially if they’re a girl, you’d have to be pretty fucked up and twisted right?” she carried on as she put her glass back on the table.

“Yeah, that would be pretty fucked up” i laughed back as i picked up my phone. “Looks like those two are having fun on the dance floor” i giggle as i turn my phone’s screen around so Rachel could see.

“Well now, they do look like their having fun, a little too much fun, and without us” Rachael said with a bit of a bratty attitude “Hey, I’ve got an idea, let’s send them a pic back, but of us kissing. We’ll caption it with having our own fun or something” she giggled as she started to climb around closer too me.

“Errrr, sure why not” i shrugged nervously as Rachel’s face came closer and closer. I closed my eyes and patiently waited for her soft lips to touch my own. We’d kissed in the past, but it was nothing more than a peck on the cheek between friends. This was different though, she’d never kissed me on the lips before. I softly jumped as her lips made contact with mine, they were soft, warm and moist, i could faintly taste the peach schnapps from her drink staining her lips. Time seemed to slow down ten fold as i felt her gently push her tongue out of her mouth and gently towards mine. Shocked I didn’t know how to respond so i slowly opened my own lips inviting her to slide her tongue in. Her tongue slowly danced around inside my mouth slowly caressing my tongue, her saliva tasted sweet from the cocktails that we had been drinking.

I slowly began to feel confusion. I had never shown any interest towards another woman, but at the same time, i had very little interest in men either. Yet here i was, sat here in a night club allowing one of my girl friends to kiss me as if i were her lover. It was sensual and somewhat erotic, i could feel my pussy starting to tingle and warm up. Suddenly Rachael broke away with a startle and a shocked look on her face. Grace and Laura were stood there, both of them holding their phones in their hands, with the cameras pointed right at Sarah and Rachel.

“Well….” Rachael said with some attitude “I hope you both enjoyed the show, I know I did” smirked Rachael.

“Yeah, we had just as much fun” I joined in.

All four of us began laughing hysterically as Grace and Laura sat back at the table. The evening progressed as expected, the cocktails flowed nicely, plenty of silly selfies and videos of them on the dance floor. As midnight approached, I begin to feel the effects of the cocktails I’d been drinking that it was time to be going home soon. The other girls agreed as we all booked our ubers home. We hugged and cuddled as our cars pulled up outside the club. I got into my uber and confirmed my address as the driver started making his way to my home.

‘What an amazing night it’s been, but I seriously wonder if Rachael meant for that kiss to be like that, or was it just an “in the moment” kinda thing. Either way, I kinda enjoyed it’ i thought too myself. After about twenty minutes, the driver informed me that we had arrived at my home address. I thanked him as i began to stumble out of the car. He wished me a good night as i closed the car’s door

‘Oh it will be a good night once I’m laid in my bed’ i thought to myself as i fumbled about in my hand bag to get my keys out.

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Chapter Three

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After a few minutes of rummaging around in my bag, I finally unlocked the front door, planted my handbag on the bottom step of the stairs, kicked off my boots into their usual spot. The house seemed someone eerily silent, usually either mum or dad were up late working on something, or at the very least watching TV. I thought nothing more as i grabbed my handbag and began making my way up the stairs. The house was a large 3 bedroom house, two of the bedroom’s were en suite, sadly my bedroom was not one of those. For some strange reason known only to drunken me, it had occurred to me that i had not seen inside the spare bedroom for a good while now. I know mum and dad renovated it last year, but the door’s always been locked for some strange reason. I had never questioned why the door was always locked, i guess i just never paid attention to that really. I stumbled up the stairs when i began to hear a faint moaning sound coming from one of the bedrooms.

‘Great, one of them was watching a porno on their iPad and the headphone’s disconnected again’ i thought to myself with some mild irritation. ‘Guess I’m falling asleep with my headphones on tonight’ as i reached the final steps to the top. Looking around i noticed a faint soft light coming from one of the bedroom doors. I slowly tiptoed down the hall towards the light. ‘This is the spare bedroom’ i thought too myself as I approached the door.

I was confused as to why either of my parents were using the spare room. I was not prepared for what i was about to face. I peered through the crack in the door, soft gentle muffled moaning sounds coming from inside the bedroom. The light inside was soft but dim, but bright enough to see the dark purple paint on two of the walls. Small units with draws lined the side of the wall that was visible to me. Above those were shelves with objects placed on them neatly. Suddenly a figure came into view, it was a woman. I clasped my hands over my mouth as I gasped when I realised who I was looking at.

‘THAT’S MY MOTHER! WHAT THE FUCK!’ I screamed in my head, in complete shock to what I was seeing.

My mother was wearing a black latex top, that had holes cut out so her tits were on show. A latex suspender belt clipped on to latex stockings and stiletto high heels, which must have been at least 6 inches. Her hair was slicked back into a long pony tail, dark make up around her eyes and lips. She had latex gloves that went up to just past her elbows and what looked like a riding crop while a thick black leather collar adorned her neck.

“I told you Slave that you were going to be punished if you didn’t do as you were told to do” said my mother in a demure tone of voice. Her facial expression show that of sadistic pleasure in what action she was about to take. She slowly turned and began to walk out of my view.

‘Oh My God, my mum looks hot, what the fuck, and and, who the fuck is she calling slave? that can’t be dad can it?’ i thought in disbelief as to what was unfolding in front of me. I could hear the soft muffled replies of someone who sounded like they had something gagging them. This is the point that i should have walked away, I should have just gone to my bedroom, finish off the last bit of rum i had stashed in my bedroom and gone to bed. BUT my curiosity got the better of me, I shimmied as quietly as i could to see if i could see what was going on. As i moved, another person slowly came into view.

‘DAD! dad is my mom’s slave?!?” I exclaimed in my confused brain. My dad was a little bit older than mum, but only by about 2 years. He liked to keep himself in shape as well. Looking closer, i can see my dad kneeling on the floor, a ball gag in his mouth and a black spiked dog collar around his neck with a lead attached to it. I was in complete and utter disbelief that my daddy was my mom’s personal sex slave. I found myself moving my free hand slowly down towards my skirt as i began to lift it up from the hem. Slowly, my finger tips reached my thong covered pussy as i slowly started to circle my clit.

“It’s a shame slave, you have a rather nice big cock, and i do so enjoy using it, but if you can’t be trusted to do as your told, then I’m afraid your cock is not going to get used. At least not for the next week anyways” my mother cackled with a wicked smile on her face. “Instead, you can show me how much of a good slave your going to be over the next week. I hope you don’t mind but there’s going to be a lot of pussy and ass on your menu this week. Your going to show me how much of a good cunt licker you are, and if your a good boy and do manage to some how please me, I might even end your chastity earlier” she said in a smooth sassy voice.

‘Chastity?! what the fuck is that?’ i thought in this drunken confused state. Here i was, apparently slowing masturbating while I’m drunk watching my mother dominate my father. I should have been feeling sick to my stomach at what i was watching, but i wasn’t. I was getting hotter and hotter, feeling my cunt drip its slick girl juices out soaking my lace thong. Looking closer, where my dad’s cock should be was shinny like metal. It looked like it was around his cock, his balls encased in a metal cage and brass padlocks keeping it held together tight.

“Now, slave, I’m going to remove that gag, and your going to show me why your worthy of being able to eat your mistress’ cunt. Your going to demonstrate this by showing me how good you are at eating my tight asshole” mum said, flashing a wicked grin across her face.

Turning my gaze back to my mother, i could see her bare naked pussy. It was very clear that she’d had treatment around her cunt, there wasn’t a single hair visible. Most likely laser hair removal judging from how smooth she looked. Her clit glinted in the light as a small bar had been pierced vertically through it and metal ring’s in both of her nipples. looking and watching my mother’s impressive naked body, I could feel my own pussy getting wetter and wetter, my finger’s franticly pulling at my thong trying to move it aside to gain access to my soft little virgin hole.

Even though i was only 19, I’d decided that I wasn’t just going to sleep with some random dude, just to pop my cherry. I’d always felt that it had to be the right person at the right time. I’d watched porno’s on the internet and some of the girls shared photos of naked men or women. But sex had never been a priority in my life. But here I was watching my parents engaging in sex and submission, rubbing my pussy while getting turned on. I stopped dead in my tracks as I look up and see my mother looking in my direction. I panic and scurry off too my bedroom as quickly and as quietly as I could. I quickly stripped out of my cloths, but decided i was to hot and bothered to put any night ware on, I’d just sleep nude tonight. I quickly climbed on my bed and curled up under the covers, snuggling into my pillow’s trying to get comfortable.

‘What the fuck! i had no clue that my mum was queen bitch! and dad just let her! and what was that thing around daddy’s cock? that didn’t look like it was comfortable at all’ i thought to myself, as my hand subconsciously moved slowly down my body until it found my wet gooey hole. I slowly started inserting my index finger gently wiggling it about as I slide it in. As my pussy grew wetter and wetter my nipples began to stiffen. With my free hand i began to kneed at my nipple, gripping it and twisting it, alternating the direction I was twisting. Suddenly in my mind, my mother was dressed just as she was, stood in front of me. Her emerald green eyes staring down at me, piercing through my skin looking deep into my soul. Her ruby lipstick covered lips smiling with wicked sedition and malice. Her hand holding onto a chain that was attached to a collar around my neck.

“Someone want’s to eat her mommy’s shaven wet cunt. Someone’s a submissive little slut deep down isn’t she” my mum says to me in a smooth calm tone of voice.

I startle suddenly and bolt upright on my bed, pulling my finger’s from my wet needy pussy.

“What the fuck Sarah, why are you dreaming about eating your own mother’s pussy, you sick twisted bitch” i say to myself quietly.

I lay back down and try to settle, eventually drifting off to sleep.

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Chapter Four

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The next morning, it was about 10:30 in the morning by the time I’d woken up. The sun was gently shining through my bedroom window, my eyes taking a few moments to adjust to the brightness. I slowly kicked off the duvet, the cool air in my bedroom hitting my naked body. My upper thigh’s felt sticky after my pussy had leaked girl juices when i was horny last night. Suddenly my mind went back to what i had seen. I honestly had no idea how i was supposed to act around my parents now. I knew they had an active sex life, they were noisy enough about it sometimes, but i had no idea they were into bondage and kinky shit. Let alone into domination and submission and that mum was a Dominatrix.

Slowly my pussy begins to tingle as it start’s leaking out more cunt juice. Unable to resit the urges, i slowly pull open the lowest draw on my bed side unit and pull out a magic wand toy. I slowly roll over onto my back spreading my legs. My needy pussy now dripping it’s hot cream all down my pussy and into my ass crack. I gently place the head of the wand against my clit and turn it on to it’s highest setting. i wanted to cum and cum fast. The vibrations surging through my clit was like shock of electric. I moan softly as the toy has it’s wicked way with my clit. Images in my mind formed again, of my mother, holding the lead for the collar around my neck, grinning wickedly at me as she slowly pulls the lead. She begins to drag my face closer and closer to her shaven wet pussy, the musky aroma coming from her wet lips now getting stronger the closer my face gets.

“That’s right bitch, your mommy’s new little play thing. You are now not just my daughter, but my fuck toy, to use as i see fit. I hope you enjoy eating pussy, because your going to be eating it a lot” my mum cackles at me wickedly.

i watch in horror as my mouth finally makes contact with her drooling wet pussy. Instantly i push my tongue out licking around the soft folds of her cunt. Her pussy juice coating every centimetre of my tongue, forcing me to taste it.

Suddenly i open my eyes as my pussy exploded from the orgasm that just hit me. I begin panting trying to catch my breath, dropping the toy buzzing away on the mattress.

‘Did i really just orgasm to the thought of being my mother’s sex slave?’ i thought to myself while i was still floating on cloud nine.

Eventually i regain my senses and decide that i should probably take a shower. Grabbing a towel from the back of my door, i wrapped it around myself and made my way to the bathroom. As i made my way down the hall i came to the spare bedroom door. i stopped and looked, it was closed, but i began to wonder if it was locked again. Reaching for the handle i jump as a female voice from behind me broke the silence.

“Good morning sweetie, did you have a good night out last night?” my mother asked.

“Fuck sake mum! nearly shit myself!” i screamed back in fright “but yes, we had a good night, was long, but good.” i said in a more calmer manor once id relaxed again.

Mum looked at me with green eyes, a warm smile spreading across her face.

“That’s good, I’m glad you all had a good night out and all came home safe. Did anything interesting happen last night then?” she asked almost casually.

‘My god, did she actually see me last night? is she testing me? fuck fuck fuck, what do I do? play it cool, that’s what I’ll do, play it cool’ i said to myself, trying to keep calm

“ummmm no not really, not unless u count Rachael trying to eat my face and kiss me” I replied back sheepishly trying to not let on that id seen last night’s shenanings

“your not a little lesbo are you? it doesn’t matter if you are you can tell me” she teased watching to see my reaction.

“MOMMMM! no I’m not a lesbian!” I shouted back in embarrassment.

“so what type of kiss was it? was it just a peck on the cheek or…” she started saying.

“I don’t want to talk about it mum! please just stop!” I cut her off mid-sentence. “I’m going in the shower i feel all icky from last night and then i need to get ready to go out” i continued as i started to walk towards the bathroom.

“Oh ok, well if you want to talk about it or anything else, you know where i am” Karen shot back quickly before turning to head down the stairs.

Finally reaching the bathroom, i close the door and turn on the shower allowing the water to flow and heat up. stepping in, the warm water slowly glided over and down my smooth skin. I slowly start caressing my body massaging the water into my skin. My hands gently working over my tits, my finger tips brushing over the top of my rapidly hardening nipples. I was getting horny again, i lay down in the bath tub positioning myself so the water from the shower head was aimed at my pussy. Slowly with one hand i start to rub my clit as i begin to gently work fingers from my other hand into my wet and wanting hole. The sensation of the hot water as it landed on my cunt was stimulating and erotic. i could feel another orgasm building slowly. Now lost in my own world of sexual pleasure and ecstasy, i finger fucked my pussy while rubbing my clit furiously.

“Mom, your finger’s feel so good in my wet pussy, i love how they are making me feel” i moaned in a low voice. I was fantasizing about being finger fucked by my mother. I was completely lost in this new fantasy.

After 20 minutes of working hard, i finally came all over my fingers. I’d never felt the urge to before, but this time i took my slick fingers as pulled them out of my soaking wet cunt, raised them to my face

then began to suck on them. The creamy milky fluid that coated my hands had a sweet taste to it, as i licked and sucked the juice off my fingers.

After finishing my shower, i wrapped my naked body back in the towel and headed back to my bedroom. After drying myself off, I’d decided that today was gonna be a comfy day, so i pulled out some joggers and a t-shirt.

after getting dressed i headed down stairs to grab some breakfast. When i reached the kitchen, Dad was sat at the breakfast bar drinking his brew and reading his paper while mum was sorting out the laundry.

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Chapter Five

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My dad was sat in short’s and t-shirt and shorts. He’d been out for a run this morning by the look of it. He looked over briefly as i entered the kitchen.

“Morning Sarah, did we have a good night out?” he asked.

“Morning dad, and yeah was good, everyone enjoyed themselves” i cheerfully replied back as i took a seat on a stool across from him.

“Would u like a brew?” he asked as he stood up.

“umm yes please, make it a strong one, got a bit of a hang over this morning. shouldn’t be too surprised at that the amount of cocktails we drank last night” i chuckled.

As dad turned to walk away to make me a coffee, my eyes were drawn to his crotch. Suddenly my mind went back to last nights events, seeing his cock caged up the way it was. I began to wonder if he was still wearing whatever it was. My young pussy started to betray me as i felt it starting to get warm and slick again. My god i was fantasizing about my dad’s naked body. I pressed my thigh’s together trying to dampen this feeling as dad walked back over with a cup of coffee.

“I have something i need to talk to you about princess. Next week I’m going to be going away for work. Big project that I’m heading up down south in Wales. It mean’s that I’m going to be working away more often than not over the next twelve weeks. I’ll be home on some weekends, but for the most part, I’ll be down there.” he said as he handed me the mug of coffee.

“Oh ok dad, i hope they are making it worth your while being away for that long” i replied back slowly sipping the hot fresh coffee in my hands.

“well it’ll keep your mother happy, happy wife happy life and all that jazz” he laughed

I looked up at him with a gentle warm smile, trying to not let on that I’d seen him being treated as a sex slave last night.

‘Yeah, you mean happy mistress happy life from what i saw last night’ i thought too myself.

“Anyways, I’ll be away for the best part of twelve weeks before i come home, so it’s just going to be you and your mother” he continued. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy some quality time with your mum”

“I’m sure we’ll manage just fine without you dad” i retorted back. My mind had wandered back to what i had seen the previous night. I was still somewhat shocked by what i had seen. Did my dad really enjoy being dominated? was it that much of a turn on for him to be under my mums thumb like that. I quickly finished my coffee and headed back to my pit. I had planned on a somewhat lazy day given the amount of alcohol id drank last night. I saw my phone flash up with a notification, it was Rachael.

“Hey, how’s your head this morning? btw, Grace got a really great video of us kissing, i’m not gonna lie, it was hot to watch” she said

“Yeah, I’m ok, head’s just a little dull from the hang over, I’ll be good though. Yeah looks like Grace has sent the video to me as well, what’s the betting that’s gonna end up on insta later on?” i replied back with some laughing emoji’s

A couple of minutes later and my phone flashed again.

“Well I’m not gonna lie, but iv done nothing but think about that kiss since i got home” she commented back.

“Keep dreaming Rach, it’s not gonna happen, last night was only a bit of fun and a one off, never going to happen again” i shot back quickly.

That kiss had been on my mind since it happened and coupled with the fact that i saw last night’s events with my mum and dad, my brain was confused. My phone flashed again several more times, which i ignored as i opened up my laptop. My mind was wandering down a rabbit hole, and i had to know what chastity was. Seeing that device on my dad’s cock had gotten me interested. Opening my browser, i typed in ‘Chastity’ in the search bar. I was not mentally prepared for what was about to be displayed on my screen. Men (and women) with metal devices covering the entirety of the genitals. Some of the pics showed the inside of the device for men’s cocks to be ribbed, and some even spiked, I’m assuming to cause pain if the man’s penise started to become erect. clicking on a few links, i was taken to a porn website where a video of a woman started playing. She was a young blond girl, probably my own age, 18 or 19, she had small tits and quite skinny. She had been secured to a bed with metal cuffs around both her ankles and wrists and a metal slave collar around her neck with a big metal O-ring on the front.

She was struggling against the bonds that was keeping her secured to the bed, spread eagle for the world to see. She had a metal chastity belt around her waist, a large flat plate covered her pussy and a small opening next to her puckered rose bud, assuming allowing her to go to the toilet should she need too. Her small breasts were encased in metal as well, with two thick chains running from the centre between each cup and over her shoulder’s to the back of the device. She was clearly turned on from how much she was moaning, begging for her “Owner” to release her and to pleasure her pussy.

Another woman came into view, you could tell from the long stiletto style acrylic nails on her finger tips. She slowly scraped the tips of her nails along the inside of the bound teen’s legs leaving faint scratch marks on her unblemished skin. Soon my pussy was wet again, leaking like a fountain as i became more engrossed in the video playing out in front of me. I slipped my hands beneath the waist band of my joggers and thong pulling them down to my kneed and slid two finger’s deep in to my dripping wet cunt. The video soon switched, the Mistress had now climbed on top of her young slave, positioning her pussy right above her mouth. I watched as the Mistress informed the young girl that she would only receive sexual pleasure back if she was a good submissive little slut. The teen girl moaned as the older woman slowly gyrated her hips above her. I plugged in my headphones and carried on watching as the older woman told her to open her mouth. The young girl opened her mouth as wide as she could waiting for what was to come next. Moments later the Mistress stopped moving her hips about, slid her hands down her flat stomach and parted her pink pussy lips gently. She closed her eyes as jet’s of hot piss started to flow from her urethra.

My eye’s were glued to the screen as this beautiful teenage girl was sat there trying to gulp down the acrid fluid now filling her mouth. Piss began to overflow from her mouth and across her face onto the shinny bedding she was laid on. It looked like the bed sheets were made of PVC or Latex, makes sense if you were going to use your slave to piss on she thought too herself. Eventually the woman stopped pissing as her bladder finally emptied, the young girl gulping down the last of the piss that was in her mouth. She smiled as she opened her mouth to show her mistress that she had indeed swallowed all the piss. At this point i was unbelievably horny and was completely unaware that i was being watched. Mum had heard the soft moans as i pleasured myself and decided to see what was going on. Little did i know that she was stood there rubbing her pussy getting off watching me get off. I didn’t care, i just needed to cum. Moments later a powerful orgasm ripped through my body like a tsunami, my legs shaking from the pleasure wracking my brain. As i fingered myself more i started to feel something building up in my pussy, as another orgasm started to rock my body, my eyes opened wide as more and more fluid came leaking out from my pussy coating my thigh’s legs and hands.

“FUUUUUUUUUUCK! OH MY GOD! FUUUUUUUCK!” I screamed, eyes rolling into the back of my head.

After I’d stopped having orgasm after orgasm, i managed to gain my composure once more, looking at my girl cum covered hands, i started to lick the sticky hot fluid off my hands, savouring the taste. It didn’t taste like piss, but i wasn’t sure what it

tasted of, but i kept on lapping it up. I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks and started thinking to myself.

‘Oh my god? am i really a lesbian? did i just get off watching a woman torturing another woman and then pissing in her mouth? Jesus Christ what’s wrong with me?’ i thought too myself as i wiped my hands and legs down.

‘I need to get a grip of myself!’ i said shaking my head.

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Chapter Six

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It had been just over a week since Sarah had witnessed her mum using her dad as a sex slave. Her dad had gone away down to Wales for his job leaving her alone with her sadistic mother. Karen worked a lot, and was usually out of the house until around 6pm most days, except for today. She had decided to book in a day off and use a holiday. She was sat lounging around in the large back garden on a sun lounger, her body covered in a rather skimpy black bikini. It let nothing to the imagination as her body glistened from the oily look on her skin from the tanning creams she had applied. her stomach was flat with some impressive abs showing through. She was proud of how in shape she was, she was stunning and she knew it.

It had gotten to around lunch time when Karen decided to go and sort herself out a light healthy snack for lunch. She sauntered into the kitchen to make herself a few sandwiches and grab a drink. As she sat down with her food, she noticed that her daughter’s laptop had been left on the breakfast bar. Sarah didn’t usually password protect her laptop so Karen decided to open it up and take a peek at her daughter’s browsing history. Previously most of the search history had been of fashion items, things like latex, leather and PVC clothing, but then she noticed in the last week she started to look at more adult orientated materials.

She knew Sarah was sexually active and aware, she’d bought the magic wand vibrator for her as a gift for her 18t birthday, but Sarah hadn’t really talked about what she liked, in fact, Karen was pretty sure Sarah was still a virgin. Karen scrolled through the links that had been coming up and clicked on the very last one in the search history. Her gaze fixated on the screen as a wicked evil grim flashed across her face. It was a video of a young woman, probably no older than Sarah in reality, short purple and black hair in a bob cut on her knees, cuffs around her wrists and ankles and a collar around her neck. Black shear nylon stockings covered her legs up to her thighs and a small compact chastity belt locked over the top of her shaven little honey pot.

‘Well well well, looks like my darling little daughter is a kinky little slut, the question is, is she a Dom or a sub?’ Karen thought to herself as she intensely watched the Video play out.

The volume was at around half so Karen could hear what the young girl was saying.

“Please mommy, i mean mistress, make me cum, i need to cum so badly, it’s been three weeks since you last let me have an orgasm, I’ve been a good little slut for you” she pleaded.

“You have been a good little slut for mommy, and based on how you behave now, i may just grant your request” the Mistress said coldly.

Karen’s eyes grew wider as the Mistress straddled the young girls face, pulling the girls mouth too her cunt with the leash attached to the collar. The young teen’s mouth open and waiting with her tongue extended as far as she could get it, began to furiously lick at her mistress’ dripping wet pussy.

“Well now, Kinky and into incest by the look of it” Karen said to herself moaning, now aware that was was currently rubbing her clit frantically.

The video played out for another 40 minutes, showing the mistress preforming various sex acts to what appeared to her daughter. Clipping on claps to the young girls nipples. She pushed in a three inch wide but plug into the girls tight looking asshole. She’d used plenty of lube so it took little effort for her to slide it in her rectum. Eventually it ended up with the Mistress releasing the belt from the teens waste and fucking her senseless with a 12 inch black ribbed strap-on.

The sexual pleasure the teen girl was receiving caused her to have a massive orgasm with her pussy squirting out girl cum all over herself and her mistress. The mistress released the straps from the harness holding the 12 inch black cock and moved across the girls body, once again straddling her face with her pussy directly over her mouth. The teen understood what was about to happen and willing opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as her mistress began releasing a stream of hot piss into her mouth.

Karen, who had no less than three orgasms in by the time she watched the video to the end, closed off the website and put everything back as it was and shut the laptop.

“Well, Sarah seems to enjoy looking at women dominating women and pissing in their mouth, kinky little slut. And what’s better, the Mistress was supposedly the girls mother” Karen said aloud as she took a another sip of her drink.

Karen’s mind began to think of how she could make this sexual fantasy come true for her daughter. Sarah was a beautiful young woman, she wasn’t fat by any means, in fact, she was curvy in the right places. Karen had never though about her daughter in a sexual way before. Sure she’d been a mistress to a few women in the past, and had even had threesome’s with Rob her husband, but she never though that her daughter could be so sick and twisted. She quickly opened up Sarah’s laptop again pulling up other previous search history.

Website’s like love honey had been visited, she’d been looking at latex and fetish clothing as well as various other sex toys. Looking in the top corner of the website, she had noticed that the shopping basket has around 8 items there, but had not been paid for. Quickly browsing the items, Karen got up and hurried down the hall to her handbag. She retrieved her purse and pulled out her credit card. Quickly she changed the name for the delivery and entered her card details and chose next day delivery for shipping. Once the ordered had been placed, she put everything back in the shopping basket and closed down the website.

Picking up her phone, she scrolled through her contacts and rang the office.

“Hiya, Dianne, it’s Karen, look I’m gonna need to put in 2 more days holiday for Thursday and Friday, few things have come up at home that is going to require my attention. I’d rather not hang about to deal with it.” Karen said to her colleague on the phone.

“Ok, I’ll ring through to H.R now and inform them to take off 2 more days holiday, we’ll see you on Monday, hope everything’s ok” Dianne replied down the phone.

Karen looked at the time, Sarah wouldn’t be home from college until around 3:30pm, she still had a couple of hours of alone time. She quickly walked back too the secluded garden, looked around to make sure she was alone and undid the tie-strings of her bikini. It slid off of her oily slick body and onto the decking below, leaving Karen completely naked. The sun gleaming off the stainless steel rings that were pierced through her nipples and the bar in her clit. She laid there exposing her entire naked body to the gentle warm rays of the sun.

‘So my daughter is a mommy loving incestuous little slut that likes to be dominated, and apparently get’s off on women pissing in another woman’s mouth. Who’d have thought it, guess I’m going to have to figure out how to make all this happen. My husband and my daughter as

‘my submissive sex slaves, how tantalisingly delightful’ Karen thought too herself as she slowly started to stroke her slick pussy again.

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Chapter Seven

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It had been a long day at collage, it had been warm at over 25 degrees so she was feeling hot and flustered. She’d gone to collage in a sun dress thinking it might have been a bit too warm for anything else. It was covered in a spooky Halloween style print on the material which is why she liked it. It was light allowed for good ventilation while she sat in her hot classrooms. She’d foregone wearing a bra today her large tits were already moist with sweat, she didn’t want to feel any more restricted. She’d met up with Grace and Laura at dinner time, with the usual topics of conversation consisting of boy’s they’d like to fuck (or girls in some cases), how bad some of the classrooms were because of the heat.

“So Sarah, how was the kiss with Rachael? I’m not gonna lie, it looked hot and you looked like you were totally into it” Grace said with a air of teasing in her tone of voice.

“Why is everyone so bothered by the fact i kissed Rachael, we’ve been friends a long time, it’s not like it means anything” i shot back quickly

“Well, that’s not how she see’s it” laughed Laura sarcastically.

“Oh really? and how does she see it?” i retorted.

“well I’d definitely say she’s bi-curious, because all she’s done when your not around is talk about you and how hot you looked”

My brain started to spiral into a confused state how i was after I’d gotten home from the club. Did Rachael really find me attractive? Come to think of it, she’s pretty much avoided me most of this last week. She must be worried that because she kissed me that i don’t

want to speak to her any more.

“well, she can keep dreaming” i said back.

The rest of the day panned out pretty much as expected. As much as i loved my lessons, i couldn’t wait to get home. My pussy had been aching all morning wanting some love and attention, and i wanted to get home and give it what i needed. After my final lesson, i made the 20 minute walk home, air pods in my ears as i walked along. I got home and noticed that mum’s car was on the drive, it looked like it hadn’t moved all day. This was strange to Sarah, normally she’s used to having a few hours of peace and quiet before her mum got in from work. She unlocked the front door, kicked of her pumps and dropped her bag too the floor. She noticed the back door was wide open.

‘Mum must be out enjoying the sunshine working on her tan no doubt’ i said to myself.

Walking into the kitchen i grabbed a cold can of sugar free monster from the fridge. As i went to walked back down the hall to the stairs i heard my mother shouting me from the garden.

“Sarah is that you home love?” Karen shouted.

I turned back to the open door and started shouting back

“Yeah mum, what’s….”

I was stopped mid sentence as my mother’s naked figure now gracefully waltzed through the back door. Our eyes met briefly as she saw the look of shock on my face, my eyes glued to her pierced nipples, slowly working down her body to her shaved pierced pussy.

“MONM!!! JESUS CHRIST! put some cloth’s on i shrieked in a high pitched shout.

“Why what’s wrong? it’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before, besides it’s a lush sunny day, since i had a few days extra holiday available at work, I’d decided to have a couple of days off work to chill, maybe even spend some girly time with my only child” Karen said back with a slight smirk on her face.

“Well we can spend time together, as long as your actually wearing cloths mom!” i shouted back sarcastically. I noticed I’d left my laptop on the counter top, walking past mum i grabbed it and turned to head back down the hallway to go up too my bedroom.

“Ok well if it would make u feel more comfortable, I’ll make sure i have some cloths on” Karen laughed back, knowing that she had just embarrassed her daughter.

“Yes, it would be a little less awkward for us both mum, anyways, give me a shout when we’re ready to sort out tea in a bit, i need to go blast some college home work” i said as i carried on walking down the hall. My cheeks felt hot and rosy red after blushing seeing my naked mother. my tight little pussy started to feel warm and wet, i was getting horny just by looking at her.

“Ok sweetheart, see you a little later on” Karen replied back heading back to the garden.

I quickly quickly reached my bedroom shutting the door behind me with an slam. My dripping wet cunt was now demanding some immediate attention, girl juices were slowly snaking it’s way down my inner thighs, the smell strong and pungent filling the air. In one swift motion i quickly removed my sun dress, leaving only my red lace thong covering my hot wet hole. Almost as fast as i was removing the dress my thong ended up on the floor around my ankles which i kicked them away from me. Laying on the bed, i reach inside my draw and retrieve my B.O.B (Battery operated boyfriend for those who didn’t know). Turning on the toy, i placed it gently over my clit and allowed the vibrations to instantly start stimulating me. I closed my eyes and slowly sank into my depraved sexual fantasy.

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Chapter Eight: The Sexual Fantasy

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The room was dimly lit, 3 of the walls painted in a deep purple with black paint covering the wall. There was various items of furniture as such neatly stacked away in the corner of the room to make space. The floor’s carpet was short but soft in a blood red colour. Against the wall behind me was a wooden cross, at each end of the cross were brackets that hell massive 3 inch diameter O-Rings, one to secure each limb. It was padded with black leather and metal studs instead of sewn stitches, small table like unit’s on either side of it various sex toys strewn on the top as well as other items.

I was sat on my knees in the middle of the room, black studded dog collar padlocked to my neck, cuffs on my ankles and wrists. My hand’s had been secured behind my back, the cuffs connected to each other by a small steel bar which was connected to a chain. The chain had been anchored too the floor, the tension on the chain forcing my back in a very straight and upright position, pushing my huge tits out further. Shinny black latex covered my arms and legs, it was tight and it clung to me like a second skin. A spider ring gag had been forced

into my mouth, forcing it to remain open, my jaw was beginning to ache as drool was slowly falling from my mouth covering my tits and running down my stomach.

“My, my precious little princess, don’t you look delicious tied there like that. Seems my one and only little girl is a pervert, dreaming about her mommy and daddy fucking her and using her like a sex toy. I wonder what your friends would say if they found out how sick and twisted you really are, wanting to be dominated like a cheap little slut” Karen said from behind me out of my view. “I always knew my little girl was special, but i hadn’t realised just how special. I’v seen the porn you’ve been looking at recently, as well as the items that you had in your basket on love honey, I have to commend you on your excellent choices of items however, very tasteful” she continued softly from just behind my ear.

Mom slowly and gracefully glided from beside me and stood right in front of me. Her thigh high leather boots stopping just short of her pussy, she was wearing a cup less latex top and her “Mistress” Collar around her neck.

“Now, I’m going to take that gag out of your mouth, and I’m going to ask you some questions. IF you answer them truthfully and honestly, it will make the coming experiences…….. pleasurable” she said emphasising on the word pleasurable.

Reaching behind my head, she undid the clasp holding the gag in my mouth, i felt relief as she carefully removed it from my mouth. I opened and closed my mouth a couple of times to see if that would help reduce the ache that was now in my jaw. Mum then knelt down in front of me making sure that her knees were fully extended to her sides, allowing me a good view of her wet pussy. I couldn’t take my eyes away from her cunt, how smooth it looked, the metal intruder secured through her clit hood. I began to wonder how my pussy would look with a ring in it as well as my nipples.

“Now, first question slave, are you a virgin still?” Karen asked. There was an air of authority to her tone reminding me of her previous statement.

“Yes mum, i still have my cherry, I’ve not been fucked yet” i replied, trying to hide my embarrassment.

“mmmmmm, virgin pussy always tastes the best, uncorrupted or tainted, but don’t worry your going to find out soon enough what pussy tastes like” she replied back with an evil grin across her soft face. “Next question, how long have you been having sexual fantasies about me and your dad?” returning to a authoritarian tone of voice.

“Since Grace’s birthday night out, i came home and saw you dominating dad. I don’t know why i just stood there and watched, but it made me really horny and i ended up Cumming thinking about being made to lick your pussy” i said looking down at the floor, my shame was very evident from how red my face had gone.

“Did you see the device that was around your daddy’s cock? I presume you know what it’s for since you’ve apparently been researching it a lot since then. Yes I’m sorry, i looked at your search history, but I’m gonna make sure your glad that i did, was quite an insight to your sexual fantasies” Karen said as she placed a hand under my chin and gently guided my gaze to meet hers. “A woman has needs, even you darling, and now we’re going to find out what those needs are….. together. I am going to start training you into an obedient little fuck toy. I am not going to pop your cherry just yet, i have something very very special in mind for that, but we’ll get to that another time deer” she continued.

“Yes mum, i know it’s to stop him from having sex, I’ve also seen some that are made for women as well. Just looking at some of the women in them makes my pussy literally drool girl juice” i replied back quietly once again trying to hide the guilt and shame of my admission.

“Here are the rules that you will now have to follow” Karen said with her I’m the boss tone of voice “First of all, when you have that collar on around your neck, that best be the only item of clothing on your body unless i have stated otherwise. You will now only speak if

you are spoken too and will address me as Mistress or Mommy, the latter being only appropriate if we are roleplaying. From now on, i will be controlling your orgasms, you will now only be allowed to cum if i have given you permission to do so. Cumming without my permission will result in penalties and punishments. IF you cum while I’m not in the house, you will make a note of the time and tell me immediately. If i discover you have been having orgasms secretly, then the punishment that comes with that pleasure will be server” spoke Karen her eyes not moving or blinking for a second while she spoke

“Yes, i understand” i said back, without breaking eye contact.

“Yes, i understand? I believe your missing something at the end of that sentence slut” Karen barked in my face.

“Yes, i understand mistress” i replied back.

“Good, we’ll overlook little slip ups like that for now, your not fully trained. However in future you will be punished for not following the rules, so i would suggest you remember them quickly”

“Yes mistress, i will do my best” i said sheepishly

“excellent, The first realisation you need to understand is this, your body no longer belongs to you…. it belongs to me to do with as i please” she said as she stood up sharply. She yanked the leash roughly forcing my head to look up at her.

I stared blankly and emotionlessly at her as she smiled at me. She bent over and brought her mouth close to my ear and gently whispered to me

“Relax princess, I’m sure your going to enjoy this just as much I’m going to”

She stood back up releasing the leash from her grip letting it fall, resting gently between my drool soaked tits and stomach. The leather handle on the end gently tapped against my exposed clit a couple of time giving me a small shock. Mum turned around and walked over to one of the units. She picked up an item and turned to face me holding a chain that dangled between her fingers. She menacingly walked slowly towards me letting the chain clatter off it’s self with her movement.

“Do you know what these are slave?” She said in a silky purring tone, the lust slowly building in her eyes and she stared down at her new play thing.

“Are they nipple clamps mistress?” i replied back quickly.

“Very good, have you ever had them used on those beautiful tits yet?” she asked.

“No mistress, I’ve never let anyone do anything to me sexually, I’ve not even touched a mans cock” came my reply, heat building in my cheeks as i began to turn a darker shade of red.

“Well this will be fun, your nipples look so hard already, i can’t wait to see what these do to them” Karen said as she once again knelt down in front of me. “I’m going to undo your wrists, when i have, i want you to place your hands under each of your magnificent tits

and hold them up for me, do you understand slut?” she barked

“Yes mistress” i promptly replied.

My mom reached around behind me and begin to unclip the steel bar securing my wrists to the floor. She made sure that her pierced nipples brushed against my saliva covered tits, scraping them softly against my skin. Once my hands had been freed, i quickly lifted my hands up to my tits lifting them up as instructed. Mistress then preceded to lower her mouth to my exposed rock hard nipples, gently taking it into her mouth. Slowly she started to flick her tongue over my sensitive nipple making me shudder as waves of pleasure washed over me. Suddenly i felt a sharp pain in my nipple, when i realised Mistress had gripped my nipple with her teeth and had bitten down hard.

the pleasure centre of my brain was in overload from the pain/pleasure stimulation my tits were receiving. I couldn’t help but let out a long moaning groan from the intense stimulation i was getting. Mistress let go of my nipple and slowly raised her head to make eye contact.

“Mmmmmmmmm little slave slut enjoyed that did she? well let’s see how she likes this…” she purred erotically.

Without breaking eye contact, she effortlessly and with precision placed the clam over my nipple. As it clamped down onto my sensitive nipple i let out a long drawn out “oooooooooooooooooh” as the intense pain took over from the pressure the clamp was putting on my nipple. Not giving me time to recover from the stimulation of the clamp, she attached the second clap to my other nipple. My eyes opened wide from the intense pain now being put on my nipples, but my pussy got more and more slick with juices. Mistress looked and hooked her finger around the chain as it dangled loosely down to my belly button. She gently pulled her finger down on the chain, the clamps pulling my nipples down more and more, tears welling up in the corner of my eyes from the pain.

“mmmmmmm look on your face, maybe i should take a picture. One for the family album, im sure your dad will be pleased to learn his daughter is a submissive little slut” Mistress said taking great pleasure from the pain she was causing. “You are going to learn that sometimes pain and pleasure are often the same side of the coin, the right amount of pain can cause a lot of pleasure”

All i could do was nod as my nipples began to throb from the pain. Looking up at mistress she was finally stood fully upright, her shaven pussy only a few inches away from my face. Her musky aroma filling my nose as i breath it in deeply. I felt Mistress place a hand on the back of my head. I realised soon that i was about to have my face shoved into my mistress’ dripping wet cunt.

“Now, it’s time for you to show your appreciation too your Mistress. I want you to worship the pussy that brought you into this world. I know this is the first time you have eaten pussy so just do your best slave” Mistress said to me as she picked up the leash hanging between my tits. The chain for the nipple clamps was laid over the leash, so when mistress pulled on the chain to take control of my collar, the sudden swinging movement of the chain applied movement to the clamps currently gripping onto my nipples. i winced in pain as i felt the chain on the collar. Being pulled taught. My body being raised high and higher until my mouth was almost touching my Mistress’ pussy. One final sudden jerk of the chain and my mouth was now forced into direct contact with the warm wet folds of her cunt. Quickly i opened my mouth and slowly started to run my tongue the length of her pussy. Her hot juices freely flowed into my mouth and i began to lap at it, making sure to flick the tip of my tongue across her pierced clit.

Mistress started to lean back against the cross board on the wall and slowly raised her right leg, resting her boot covered foot on the small unit next too it. She yanked on the leash which was running up her ass crack, pulling my mouth and tongue deeper into her wet pussy. I started to

push my tongue as far as i could inside Mistress, feeling the contractions of the soft walls of her hole squeezing against my tongue. The whole while i had my mouth attached to Mistress cunt, my own pussy was getting more and more wet.

“Oh my good lord girl, and you say you have never eaten a cunt before? those skills would tell me otherwise slut” Mistress moaned as she began to pant, feeling her orgasm building faster and faster. Mistress released the tension on the leash and reached down, gripping my ponytail tightly she pulled my head back so i was almost looking vertically. She bent over at the waist, her tits dangling below her almost in my face, she placed her mouth onto mine and began to kiss me deeply and passionately. after a few moments she pulled away smiling.

“Well now, i do taste good on you don’t i?” she said as she smirked, then ran her tongue around her lips savouring the taste. “As amazing as that was, i still have other uses for that talented tongue of yours. Your next task is as simple as the last one. Now your going to use that tongue and worship my asshole. i want to feel your tongue pushing into my tight little asshole” Mistress said with a seductive smile. She placed the leash between her legs as she turned around. The leash chain running against her dripping wet pussy, she leaned forward against the cross once more bending down making sure her ass cheeks were spread wide open.

I didn’t wait for Mistress to yank on the chain, I instinctively leaned forwards placing each hand on her asscheeks spreading them open as much as i could. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out as far as i could stretch it and pushed my face between her ass. Mistress shuddered at the sudden contact of my tongue on her rose bud. I took a long slow lick from the end of her pussy right the way up to her asshole. I made sure that once my tongue reached her ass to slowly swirl it around before pushing it into her tight hole.

“Oh my god you really are a natural princess, that feels amazing, your dad’s not even that good” she wailed as she felt Sarah’s tongue snake deeper and deeper. It didn’t take much until Mistress was shaking as multiple orgasms started to rip through her toned body. Sensing that her mistress was cumming, she began to speed up her tongue’s movements until finally her Mistress’ asshole tightened around tongue.

“Jesus Christ! that felt good. You might turn out to be a good submissive little slut” Mistress said between breaths, trying to slow her breathing down.

“Are you pleased with how i worshiped your pussy and ass mistress?” i quietly asked, looking to gain some approval.

“Oh you were fantastic my sweet. I very much needed that” her face bright red from the sexual stimulation she’d received “What’s wrong slave? you don’t look too happy”

Looking at the floor i quietly whispered “I’m sorry mistress, but i had an orgasm while i was worshipping your asshole”

“I’m sorry, speak up slut, what did you say?” she ordered, with a very stern look now on her face.

Looking up directly into her eyes replied louder “I’m sorry Mistress, but while i was worshiping your asshole, i had an orgasm, i couldn’t help it” i pleaded with her as she began express anger.

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Chapter Nine

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I woke up from my sexual fantasy with a startle. The sweat was still pouring down my body, soaking into the bedding. after a few moments i realised that someone was knocking on my bedroom door.

“Sarah, tea will be ready in about 10 minutes” mum shouted through the door.

“Ok Mistress, I’ll be down soon” i shouted back, not realising the words coming out of my mouth. It took me a few more moments when i finally realised that i had just shouted back and called my mother Mistress. I listened intensely for any kind of reply, but there was only silence.

‘Maybe she didn’t hear it properly, i hope to god she didn’t hear that properly’ i thought to myself.

i quickly got off the bed, grabbed a towel that was laid on the floor and dried all the sweat off my body. Looking in the mirror i noticed that my little virgin pussy was swollen, it was not happy that it didn’t get to have its orgasm. Looking around

i threw on some loose shorts and a tank top and started making my way to the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen timidly, deep inside panic setting in, had my mother heard me call her mistress? if she did, what would be her reaction? Only time was going to tell.

“Ah there you are, was wondering if you were coming down for tea or not” mum said.

She was sat there with her bikini back on and a pair of Levi’s hot pants on. She was sat cross legged with had drink in her hand. It looked like she was drinking the gin again, pink gin with lemonade and fresh strawberries. She looked at me and pointed to the plate of food already set out when i notice a second gin glass on the table.

“I though you might enjoy a drink with your meal, and well since it’s a beautiful day, i thought we’d break the gin out” she smiled warmly as she gestured for me to sit down.

“Ummm thanks” i said as i shyly walk to my place at the table. Sitting down the smell of the food hit me. Mum was good at a lot of things, but one thing she was always really good at was her cooking. It looked like she’d made my favourite meal, home made meat and potato pie with mash and gravy. We sat in silence for a few minutes as we began eating our meals. Mum was the first to break the silence.

“So i have a question, how do you feel about having a girly night in? I’m off work now until Monday, so plenty of time for me to have a good few drinks and recover afterwards” mum asked in a very casual and relaxed tone

“Umm yeah, i mean we could do, I’d prefer if we got some vodka or peach schnapps, not a big fan of gin” i replied, still trying to work out in my head if she’d caught the fact I’d called her mistress.

“Well i need to go to the shop in a bit, so i could get both, I’ll get some things to snack on as well, make a proper night of it?” she shot back quickly.

In my head i was panicking, given how easy it was for Rachael to take advantage of me and kiss me like a lover when i was drunk, i dread to think what my mother would do given half the chance. At the same time though, the thought that getting drunk with her mother could lead to one of her biggest sexual fantasies coming true.

“Umm yeah sure, we could do it tonight if you want? i don’t have anything planned for tomorrow so we could both have tomorrow to recover from our hang overs” i said, trying to sound as casual and relaxed as possible.

“Ok great, I’ll head out to the shop after we’ve eaten and get what we need” Karen said with a smile on her face.

We quickly finished our food, mum had decided that since she’d already had an alcoholic drink, that she would walk to the shop. The supermarket was only a 10 to 15 minutes walk away anyways, and if needs be, Karen could just get an uber back with the shopping i was in my bedroom when i heard mum shout that she was going to the shop and slammed the door behind her. i waited a around 5 minutes to make sure she was gone when i crept down the hallway to her bedroom. Mum always got her own way when it came to the decorating, except for my bedroom. The room was minimalistic but modern, one wall was covered with a complete unit. It went from the floor to the celling and the entire length of that wall, consisting of draws and hanging space. each side of the bad had a modern look black bed side stand with a 50 inch tv mounted on the wall. As bedrooms went, it was pretty stylish and modern, the en suite was also of similar design, using grey tiles and a dull blue to add contrast, LED strip lights around the edge of the celling to provide illumination.

‘Now if i was going to hide any kind of material that i didn’t want anyone to find, where would i hide it?’ i thought too myself. Under the bed was a little too obvious, so i started to search my way through the huge wall unit. After several minutes of

searching through the unit, I’d came up empty and decided to have a look at another part of the bedroom. I looked back at the bed again thinking to myself ‘Seriously, just under the bed?’ i sighed deeply and made my way over to my mums Queen size bed.

Getting down on all four’s i started looking about when i noticed a large black trunk tucked away behind a few smaller boxes. I laid flat on my stomach and stretched my arm out to grab the box. Slowly i slid the box out towards me.

“Well what do we have in here?” i said to myself aloud. My curiosity had now gotten the better of me, i slowly lifted the lid off the box. As i peered into the box, my eyes went wide with shock when i finally realised the contents of the box. Black latex had been neatly folded up and placed on the top of everything else. Carefully i removed the latex clothing placing it on the bed next too me, looking down at the box there was various sex toys placed neatly inside, with almost precision. As i continued to look through the contents of this hidden box, i noticed what looked like a mobile phone that was turned off. Carefully picking it up, i held the power button on the iPhone and the screen sprung to life. After a minute or two, the phone was on the lock screen, but too my surprise, there was no security on it. I flicked my thumb up to unlock the device when i noticed that there didn’t seem to be a sim card in it. Looking quickly through, there didn’t appear to be any apps installed either, i clicked on the gallery to see if there was any photos or videos saved on it.

If my eyes could get any wider, they would as photo after photo of both my mother and father were now on full display for me to see. Some of the pics showed my mum in various sexy outfits, more often than not she was nude, preforming various sex acts on my father. scrolling through the gallery i came across a couple of video files. I pressed play on one of the videos, it started to play the sound on full volume, showed my mother moaning as my dad was slamming his rock solid cock deep into her wet pussy. Dad was wearing his collar with leash, holding onto mums platted ponytail with one hand pulling it hard back while his other hand was holding onto her hip, pulling her back even harder onto his cock. What shocked me next was the words coming out of my mother’s mouth

“Do you like that daddy? do you like how tight your precious little girls pussy is? How does it feel knowing that your about to breed your little girl?” mum moaned seductively. Dad could only grunt as he pumped his cock into mums pussy harder and harder, the pace of his thrusts getting faster and faster. “That’s right fuck your one and only daughter hard, make her realise she’s nothing more than a worthless fucktoy, to be used by her Mistress and Slave Daddy!” she moaned more. Her pierced tits jiggling away violently beneath her from the hard thrusts of my dad.

“That’s right, Cum in your little girls virgin pussy, fill her up with your cum, make her OUR little bitch!”

without even realising, my free hand had already found it’s way into my shorts, rubbing my pussy through my underwear, yet again. I’d been too engrossed in the video that was completely unaware that mum was back from the store. I sat and continued watching the video as dad started to grunt and grunt with a primal energy that i’d never seen, his hips slowed down their thrusting as he started to inject his seed deep into my mums dripping wet cunt. He would thrust as hard as he could wait a few seconds for more cum to jet out of his cock, pull back and repeat.

“Oh yes! oh my good, Daddy your such a pervert, Filling up your daughter’s cunt with your cum. I love how it feels when your pumping me full of your baby gravy! keep going daddy, make me your personal little slut!” mum wailed as her own orgasm started to take over. Mum’s eyes started rolling into the back of her head as her whole body began to shake violently. Dad pulled his 9 inch boner out of mum allowing thick ropes of his cum to start leaking out of mums well fucked cunt and onto the floor. Mum instinctively got too her feet, turned and faced my dad, got down on her knees and started to suck his cum covered cock.

By now i could feel my own orgasm building and i was really close to cumming, the video played out a bit more, showing mum cleaning dad’s cock off with her mouth, then using her fingers scooping his cum out of her pussy and licking it off her fingers. My imagination ran amok with wild fantasies, my finger’s furiously rubbing my clit and sliding in and out. I was completely oblivious to the fact that mum had not only come home came home, but had been stood watching me finger blasting myself to my newest discovery.

“Well what do we have here?” a loud female voice boomed. Shocked and surprise i looked up to see my mother stood in the bedroom door, her hand buried deep inside the folds of her pussy, her legging’s and thong around her knees. I froze completely like a Deer in the Headlights, becoming fully aware of the situation i was now in. My mum was stood in front of me, masturbating while holding her mobile phone pointed right at me watching me get myself off watching a video of them roleplaying fucking me.

“Well you might as well finish what you started you little slut!” she barked at me. “Clearly you need to get off, so you best get too it. It’s been a good few weeks since i got off watching someone else finger fuck themselves” she said, her face now sporting a seductively evil grin across her face.

“What’s the matter slut, you called me MISTRESS earlier on, now your gonna go all shy on me? I don’t think so.” She said as she stopped masturbating to remove her legging’s completely, then started to remove her tank top.

Once she had removed all her cloths she began walking over to me slowly, seductively making sure to accentuate her hip movements wiggling her ass. She stopped just in front of me looking down at me, my hand still buried deep inside my pussy, she stared down at me, looking at the box, she bent down and pulled out a leather collar, it was thick in width and had metal letter’s attached too it spelling out “SLAVE” and a large metal O-Ring for a lead to clip onto. She dangled it in front of me, letting it’s weight gently sway it back and forth in front of me.

“SO if i put this collar around your neck and make you my sex slave, do you think you could manage to make yourself cum?” she said to me without breaking eye contact.

Words escaped me, my mouth and throat dry, robbed of any moisture, my heart racing from pure panic, all i could do was nod. Mum smiled at me as she moved her now naked body towards me even closer. She stopped and put her hands on her hips.

“Get on your knees right now slut!” she ordered nodding to a spot right at her feet.

All i could do was nod to say that I’d understood what she told me. without thinking my body started moving on it’s own, as if an autopilot had been engaged. I slid my hand from my soaking wet crotch and began to lift myself to my knees, my face almost level with my mother’s now naked pussy right in front of my very eyes. Thinking back to my the wild dreams id been having, as well as some “Educational material” from porn websites, i put both of my hands behind my back and sat upright and straight. Mum smiled at me approvingly as she then proceeded to place the collar around my neck. The leather was cool to the touch but felt smooth as well. Mum took her time as she slowly wrapped the collar around my neck then feeding the end through the buckle. I gasped as i felt it tighten around my neck, it wasn’t strangling me, but it tight enough to make sure that it was snug and secured around my neck.

Mum stood back upright and took a step back, her pussy leaving visible trails of her hot cunt juice dribbling down the inside of her legs. She took the leash from the box and clipped it onto the big O-Ring in the centre of the collar. Once again standing upright and stepping away from me she looked, licking her lips slowly as she took in the sight her daughter on her knees with a slave collar around her neck.

“I think tonight is going to be very educational for you darling, and I’m going to make sure you enjoy this education as much as I’m going to enjoy it” she said , trailing off into an almost maniacal laugh.

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Chapter Ten

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Here i was, now with a slave collar around my neck, on my knees in front of my naked mother. While inside i was in full blown nuclear melt down, i was also becoming more and more horny as the situation developed. I waited patiently for mum to give me my next instructions. Instead she yanked on the chain, pulling me forward suddenly, i quickly rushed to put my arms out in front of me so i didn’t faceplant the laminate flooring i was currently on. “Now your going to crawl on all fours and follow behind me. Your finally going to see what exactly we did to the spare bedroom. You’ve been curious about it, and now it’s about time for you to find out it’s true purpose” she ordered, she was

about to turn around when she looked at me once again. “Oh, your cloths, take them off now, you wount be needing those for the foreseeable future. You don’t need to stand up to do that, just remove your cloths and quickly.”

I nodded to acknowledge the order that id been given, and i quickly shuffled out of my shorts, they were loose fit anyways and took little effort to take off, same with my t-shirt. I was now as naked as my mother, except for the slave collar around my neck. Looking back Mum gave an approving nod then turned to start walking out of the bedroom. i started to follow, crawling on all fours behind her, making sure the leash never became taught. We made our way down the hall to the spare bedroom, where mum stopped, she opened the door wide and started to enter the room. Like a good little slut, i followed obediently behind her wiggling ass. Stopping in the centre of the room she turned to face me.

“When you’re in this room, you will wear ONLY the items of clothing that you have been instructed to put on. Admittedly, more often than not, you will be naked, unless i decide otherwise. Tonight will be the start of your sex slave education, and I’m going to make sure that by the time I’m finished training, you are going to be a completely obedient fucktoy”

finally i found the courage to speak up.

“Mum, I, I, I’m sorry, i shouldn’t have been snooping through your stuff, please, I’m sorry” i said, almost crying

mum knelt down in front of me, placed a hand under my chin as i tried to look at the floor, hoping that a hole would open up and swallow me.

“Sorry for what? that you got caught looking through personal and private things that didn’t belong too you, or the fact that your a dirty perverted slut that wants to become her mum and dad’s sex slave? yes i did catch you shout Mistress to me earlier on before tea, i suspected that you were a submissive little slut after i saw you finger blasting yourself when you got home from your night out a few weeks ago. I wount lie sweetie, but knowing u were watching got me even hotter. Your dad’s poor cock tried to rip it’s way through the chastity cage. And before you ask the question that i can see your burning to ask, that video of us roleplaying fucking you was made a few days after i spotted you watching us.” Karen started to explain.

“At the end of the day Sarah, we all have needs, and apparently your need is to be dominated by a strong female figure, so I’m going to give you that. By the time Slave daddy is home in 12 weeks time, your going to be a fully trained subservient little slut.

Your daddy is looking forward to seeing how good of a slave you are going to become” she continued.

Mum walked over to one of the units and picked up a set of black leather cuffs. she turned to face me and with a stern look on her face instructed for me to stand up and hold out my wrists in front of me. I quickly got myself up onto my feet and held out my wrists in front of me. Mum smiled as she walked forwards. She began undoing the buckle on one of the cuffs and then placed it around my wrists, feeding the straps back into the buckle. Like the collar, it was tight and snug but it didn’t feel like it was cutting off any circulation. Once mum had secured the cuffs around my wrists, she stood and walked over to a small leather looking stool. She sat down, making sure to spread her legs wide so i could see her pussy. I was drawn in, almost hypnotised by the moist pink folds sat between her legs on full glorious display. She raised her hand and wiggled a single finger at me, beckoning me to come over. Without thinking my body moved forward until i was a few steps away. Looking at my mum, she patted the leather seat she was perched on between her legs. Instinctively i knew what she wanted, i raised up one of my feet and placed it with my toes ever so close to her exposed cunt. She quickly fastened the cuff around one ankle, placing the cuffed leg down on the floor lifting the other to receive the other cuff.

Without words, i slowly took a step back then got down onto my knees. My mind completely confused between horror and lust, i knelt up, my back straight pushing out my large soft tits. i placed my hands behind my back, lining up the cuffs with each other then

grasping my hands around my wrists. I slowly slid one of my knee’s further away from the other, making sure that my new mistress would have full and unrestricted access to my drooling cunt if she so wanted. “I see you have already start your education, which porn site was it your liked going to? You know, the one that has all the Incest and bondage videos on it?” Mistress spoke softly, smiling with proud admiration that she didn’t need to completely educate her new slave from scratch.

“For tonight only, since this was unplanned, The only two rules you need to follow are as follows. Firstly, you will always address me as Mistress from now on, Once daddy is home and joins in, you will always call him Slave Daddy. You both are now my personal sex slaves and fuck toys. And yes, before you ask, he is fully aware of of your sexual deviancy” she said taking great pleasure in telling her that daddy knows she’s a little submissive slut. “The next rule is, i get to cum before you do, IF you cum before me or without my permission, you ware going to be punished. Tomorrow i will type up a list of the rules that you are expected to follow, i suggest that when you get them you learn them quickly to save yourself some punishment, or don’t, either way, your pain is going to be my pleasure.”

“Yes Mistress, i understand. My body does not belong to me, it belongs to you. Do with my body as you please” i said in a flat emotionless tone. “May i speak please mistress?”

Karen looked down at her naked daughter and nodded.

“Mistress, as you know, I’m still a virgin, and i was hoping to keep my virginity until i have found someone special to give it too. I would like to ask that you respect that please” I spoke softly looking at my mistress dead in the eyes.

“As it so happens, do you recall that i told you that i already had something special in mind for your virginity. All will be revealed in time, but for now, I’m going to enjoy watching you worship my pussy and my ass, and if your a really good little slut, i might even take the time to give you an orgasm you will never forget!” Mistress replied back.

“Thank you Mistress, how may i serve you this evening?” i asked, trying to show some initiative.

“How wonderful, your eager to start, well, who am i to stop your enthusiasm? First things first, i want to see how good of a cunt licker you are. I want you to worship my pussy like your life depended on it slut!” she ordered.

there was no hesitation from me at all, i placed my hands by my side and started to shuffle forwards on my knees, making sure to not get any higher than i already was. Moments later my mistress’ pussy was only an inch away from my waiting mouth. I tilted my head so that i could look up at my Mistress face, i knew from some videos that some people found it a really big turn on if you were looking them dead in the eyes while your tongue was working it’s magic on their pussy. I took in a deep breath and inhaled my Mistress pungent musky aroma leaking from her dripping wet slit. Her juices slowly dripping in long stringy ropes of clear fluid. Her secreted fluids began to flow more and more the closer i moved my mouth. Just before my lips made contact with her slit,

i opened my mouth and stretched out my tongue as far as i could, allowing some of her girl juices to drip on the tip. I quickly pulled my tongue back in my mouth rolling around the glob of Mistress girl juices around my mouth, savouring the taste The powerful aphrodisiac and pheromones in Mistress’ love juices were making more and more horny by the second. I quickened the pace of my tongue, trying to thrust it deeper and deeper, lust and madness had taken full control of my mind and body. Here i was now a sex slave in training, with my face buried deep into her pussy, and the woman who was now my mistress and owner was my own mother. I pushed aside the turmoil that was slowly tried to creep in, replacing it with the primal lust that i didn’t even know existed deep inside me.

“My dear god” Mistress managed to gasp out between breaths as her breathing started to get faster and heavier “Your tongue feels unreal with how deep you have managed to push it in, don’t stop slut! keep going! make your new owner cum all over your face!” her eyes slowly rolling into the back of her head. Still looking up while i was lapping at her sweet wet hot slit, i could see the rings in Mistress’ nipples bouncing up and down.

‘I wonder if Mistress is going to make me get piercings, i would love to have a slave ring pierced through my clit with a little tag attached too it. I wonder if Mistress did that it would call me just “Slave” or if she would use some other name for me. Maybe i’ll ask her if she would like to see me get my nipples and clit pierced once im finished making her happy’ i thought too myself as i continued to follow the instructions i’d been given. Very soon, Sarah began to feel her mother’s pussy walls start to tighten and squeeze around her tongue, every time Mistress shuddered from her impending orgasm, her pussy pulsated and squeezed a little harder. Slave Sarah was starting to loose control of her own pussy, feeling fluid leak from her cunt more and more freely. She too was close to an orgasm, but she had been told she wasn’t allowed to cum before she’d been given permission. She started to try and concentrate on what her mouth was doing to distract her from her own aching needy slit, forcing her tongue in deep and harder with every thrust. Cunt juices were now dribbling down her chin and on to her soft large tits. Suddenly Mistress Karen grabbed the back of my head and gripped tightly to my hair, thrusting and forcing my face deep into her cunt.

“OOOOOH MY GOD, HERE IT COME’S SLUT! I HOPE YOU LOVE CUM, I’M GONNA DROWN YOU IN IT!!” She wailed as her hips started to buck.

I knew that women could ejaculate like men did if the circumstances were right, and I’d watched a couple of videos of Lezdom’s having screaming squirting orgasms. Usually soaking both parties, but i had no idea that my Mistress was a squirter. When the first jet of

her cum came gushing out, my tongue was still deep inside her cunt. I wasn’t expecting it and i coughed hard as i tried to slide my tongue out. seconds later my open mouth was greeted with the hot salty taste of cum as a huge jet of cum filled my mouth. Trying to

prompt more i kept my mouth open and started to flick Mistress’ clit with the tip of my tongue. The sensation must have been overstimulating as more and more jets of girl cum started to fill my mouth. I kept my mouth open to collect as much of this delicious nectar as possible, but there was so much of it it started to dribble down my face and across my tits and stomach. Soon after that Mistress didn’t bother trying to aim where her cum was squirting.

By the time Mistress had stopped cumming and spraying her cum all over me, my entire body was soaked. It was in my eyes, my mouth was still full and my hair was now a matted mess. my tit’s glistened as light reflected off the sticky fluid that was now coating my naked 18 year old body.

“Well now” Panted mistress “It’s been a very long time since i made that much of a mess of a slave on her first night. you should be proud baby!” she said looking down at me. Her piercing emerald green eyes looking my body up and down, taking in her handiwork.

“Awww look at that, you didn’t swallow my cum! were you saving it so you could show me how much a good little slave slut your going to be?” she said, almost gloating at the fact that i was now completely under her spell.

I nodded my head while kinda of gargling out “ah-ha!”

“Good girl, your going to make a very good submissive slut, Slave Daddy will be pleased. Your next task is going to be this, I’m gonna lay down on my back, and i want you to slowly dribble and drool my cum into my mouth. I don’t want you to give me all of it,

you will understand shortly why, but i want at least half of what’s in your mouth now, do you understand?” she asked with that stern bossy tone of voice.

I looked up and nodded to confirm that i had understood the instructions that she had given me. She slowly started to lower herself to the floor, swatting me away slightly so she could lay flat on her back. Once she had laid herself in a comfortable position, she slowly raised one of her hands and placed it gently on the back of my head. She slowly started to guide my head down directly over her now open mouth. Her tongue slowly licking around her lips. The temptation to swallow every last drop of this cum was unbearable, but Mistress had given me instructions, and if i wanted to cum any time soon, I’d have to do as i have been told. Once i was happy with the position of my head, i slowly loosed my lips, allowing the fresh girl cum to slowly drool out of my mouth.

Mistress closed her eyes as the first drops of cum landed on her waiting tongue, i slowly and gradually opened my lips more, letting the fluid flow more quickly. a few seconds later i pressed my lips tight together to stop the flow of the fluid. Hopefully

Mistress will let me swallow what’s left.

Mistress slowly change the position of her hand to just under my chin as she raised me back up into my kneeling position. Quickly and intuitively i placed both my arms crossed behind my back again. Once i was back into my full kneeling position, Mistress lifted herself into a kneeling position but kneeling higher so i had to tilt my head up to look at her. She gently took both side of my face in her hands and lowered her mouth to mine.

‘Oh my god, we’re going to kiss and swap the cum between us!’ i exclaimed in my head.

By this point all of my inhibitions had completely dissolved away to nothing. I had given into something that was now in complete control of me, my lust. Mistress pressed her lips to mine as we slowly began to open our mouths and probe each other’s orifice with our tongue. Feeling the salty girl cum moving backwards and forwards between us, I couldn’t take it any more I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head as my legs began to shake uncontrollably. My pussy had finally given in, hot cum now flowing out of me and

all down my legs like a waterfall. I started moaning deep into my Mistress open mouth as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. My mind was melting away in the euphoria of the continuous orgasm. Mistress closed her mouth and pulled away from me, my face still in the grasp of both her hands.

“Did you just cum with out permission little slut?” she growled at me.

My mind was lost, i could barely comprehend the words mistress was speaking to me. It felt like id been on a drinking binge all day, but much much stronger, my thoughts completely incoherent, lost in a daze trying to make sense of what was happening to me.

“uuuuhh, yessssssssssssss, Missssssstressssssss, I’m sorry!” i cried as i was trying to string words together. “please, I’m so so sorry i came without your permission, i didn’t mean too, i couldn’t hold it back any longer Mistress” tears now streaming down my face.

“Well, slut, you DID make me cum, and i loved sharing that cum with you. I guess you deserve that orgasm” she said, looking proudly at her newest play thing “Once you can move again, take off the cuffs, leave your collar on, go and take a shower. I want to see you in the Kitchen in 30 minutes. Don’t Fuck about slut otherwise your going to regret it, understood?” she ordered as she began to walk out of the room.

“Yes Mistress, i understand, I will be in the kitchen in 30 minutes”

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Mrs. Armstrong is pushed to her limits. Will she obey her orders, or will Zoey and her sister drive her to be naughty again?

Incestuous Flesh Massage

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter Seven: Sisters Tease the MILF

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

The Armstrongs would be here in an hour for their second lesson from my brother, Clint. It was two weeks since that wonderful Saturday morning when my brother showed Mr. Armstrong what sort of wife he had. Two weeks since she was spanked and fucked and shown to be a cuckold. Clint was having fun teaching Mr. Armstrong to control his wife.

The first lesson was on how to safely tie up his wife and dominate her without hurting her. Mr. Armstrong had to learn to control his wife. It was hot seeing Mrs. Armstrong trussed up in ropes. It made my pussy wet just thinking about it.

“Got it, Yunie,” my girlfriend said, bursting into our bedroom. It was my childhood bedroom, but now we both shared it. It was a little cramped, but that was life in Clint’s harem. Despite owning three houses, things could get crowded with his children darting around. “Ready!”

I nodded my head, a heat fluttering through me as my girlfriend thrust her hand into the cloth, reusable shopping bag. She ripped out the item she bought. A rectangular box, not much bigger than a toothpaste container.

Only it wasn’t holding toothpaste. It was a pregnancy test.

I was late.

A nervous flutter thrust through me as I rose from the bed, my nightgown fluttering around my thighs. The days of the family going naked were over. The children could be wandering around. It made having sex a bit more difficult. Luckily, the third house was only for us to play in, kept locked to keep the little ones out.

“Let’s go, Yunie!” Stefani said, using her pet name for me. “Come on! Let’s find out if your preggers.”

“Preggers?” I asked as my redheaded girlfriend seized my arm and pulled me towards the door. “Is Lee rubbing off.”

She grinned at me.

I stumbled out of my bedroom. The door to the master bedroom was closed and I could hear faint moans coming from there, Clint having fun with someone. People moved downstairs. With so many people around, there was always noise in the house.

Stefani, her pink nightgown swaying about her lush thighs, thrust open the bathroom door. It was remodeled a year or two ago. Clint had a larger shower installed instead of the bathtub that used to be here. He had also beefed up the hot water heater. It was hard to run out, and we were able to take showers with multiple people comfortably.

It did, however, make it cramped in the rest of the space.

Stefani pulled off her nightgown, baring her naked body. She had a wild smile on her lips as she turned to face me, her hair swaying about her shoulders. Her breasts appeared, round and delicious, her nipples pierced by gold rings. My eyes flicked up and down her body, noting the flushed gleam to her shaved pussy. The tattoo of a dandelion was on her pubic mound. It looked happy, almost like it was smiling.

“Come on,” she said, then ripped at the cardboard box’s end with her teeth. She spat it out into the trash can as she dug out the pregnancy test. “Get naked and in the shower.”

I blinked at that. “Um… What?”

“D’oh, you can’t pee on the floor.”

“I can pee into the toilet, Dandi,” I pointed out, using my pet name for her.

She winked at me.

“What are you up to?” I asked as I drew up my nightgown, exposing my shaved pussy. A wet itched formed in my depths as the silk cloth caressed up my body. My hard nipples drank in the delight of it made. I shivered.

My brassy hair spilled about my face as I took it off, dropping it on the floor. My large breasts swayed. They were large and pillowy. My back arched. I rubbed my lower back while my toes flexed, a sudden nervous swell sweeping over me.

“Let’s do this,” Stefani said, such joy bursting on her youthful face. We were in our twenties, but she still had that girlish face I fell in love with when we were in college.

She seized my hand and pulled me into the shower. I stepped over the sliding door’s track and onto the slip-resistant flooring (Clint wanted no accidents). It was a fancy shower with sprays on all three walls, able to bathe you from every direction if you wanted. The floor was wet and water still beaded on the wall’s tiles from someone’s shower. Stefani knelt before me, a naughty grin on her lips.

She thrust the pregnancy test between my thighs right beneath my pussy. There was an absorbent tip.

“When you’re ready!” she declared.

I bit my lip.

“Well?” she asked after a moment.

“Trying,” I said. Despite the fact my bladder was full, the pee just didn’t want to flow. My toes flexed against the rubbery floor. I swallowed, straining.

“Don’t you have to pee?” she asked, this naughty glint in her green eyes.

“I do,” I said, my voice strained. “It’s weird when you’re standing there.”

“Just think I’m Lee or your aunt,” she said, arching an eyebrow. “You don’t have a problem peeing in their mouths.”

“I’m used to peeing in their mouths,” I said. My half-sister Lee and her mother were both humiliation sluts. They loved being pissed on, getting off on the shame. Lee happily drinks Clint’s, Pam’s, and Melody’s piss on a regular basis.

“Well, how’s it much different to pee on a stick?” she asked.

“It just is,” I said, growing annoyed. I strained harder. It was so embarrassing. My girlfriend was right there, holding the applicator to my pussy. She had this look on her face. There was so much pressure on me.

What if I was just two days late? That didn’t mean I was pregnant. I was only off the pill for little more than two weeks. There was no guarantee that my brother had bred me. It could take time. I wanted to be an awesome mother. I wanted to raise my child with love and understanding.

Stefani darted in and sucked on my clit. I gasped as her tongue swirled around my bud. My toes curled as the pleasure surged through me. My bladder clenched as she sucked. I felt so full of pee. I whimpered.

“I’m going to piss!” I gasped, unable to stop it with her sucking.

She popped her mouth off. “Good! Let it flow, Yunie!”

I groaned as it started. The piss spurted from me, splashing yellow on the end of the pregnancy test. It bathed the absorbent end before splashing on my inner thighs, hot and exciting. I groaned, my toes flexing as the tingling, near orgasmic-pleasure rushed through me.

Then, to my shock, Stefani darted her head in, her mouth open. I gasped as I couldn’t stop peeing now. It was flowing out of me in a wild gush. My girlfriend latched her mouth onto my urethra, her lips pressed into my labia.

I peed in her mouth.

“Dandi!” I gasped, my entire body shaking as she gulped down my piss. I could hear her gulping it down. This hot, naughty, depraved rush shot through me.

She sucked at my urethra as my pee flowed out of me. My urine filled her mouth. Her eyes were glossy as they stared up at me. My breasts swayed as she gulped down my urine. She drank it down as I groaned.

My bladder emptied fast. It felt even more intense as I pissed into her mouth. I grabbed the shower bar, gripping it with a deathly clench. I moaned as this strange rush of pleasure flowed through me. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. This wild thrill rippled through me.

My piss slowed. A few last spurts splashed into her mouth. Her tongue darted around my urethra, licking at my folds. Pleasure fluttered through me as she stroked me. My moans echoed through the shower as she lapped me clean, her tongue stud hard against my sensitive petals.

“Oh, my god, Dandi!” I gasped, my large breasts heaving as my girlfriend’s tongue darted around my labia. “Yes!”

I was so turned on now. My eyes fluttered as my back arched. Her tongue thrust into the depths of my pussy. She stirred around inside of me. She teased me. Loved me. She drove me wild with the hungry swipes of her tongue.

She darted it around inside of me. Her nose brushed my clit. Her tongue stud rubbed against my silky flesh. My back arched. My tits heaved as her tongue swirled through me. She teased me. She drove me wild. This wild heat shot through me.

Juices flowed out of me. I stared down at my lover as she feasted on me. Her eyes were glossy. My cream flowed. She moaned, her left hand gripping my ass, her right arm pressed into my tit. She still clutched the pregnancy test as she ate me.

“Oh, damn, Dandi!” I moaned, my voice echoing through the shower stall.

It was so hot. Her tongue was teasing me, driving me wild. She ate my pussy with such skill. Her tongue stud caressed over my folds. The contrast between her soft tongue and hard piercing made me shudder.

She brushed my clit.

I bucked, gripping the shower bar as the pleasures shot through me. My clit sparked bliss through my pussy. My orgasm built fast. My eyes fluttered. Stars danced before me as my girlfriend sucked on my bud again.

“Oh, damn, yes, yes!” I moaned, brassy hair flying around my face as it tossed back and forth. “Eat me! Oh, Dandi, you’re such a wicked slut. Oh, yes, yes!”

She nipped my clit and made me buck. My breasts swayed and shook as my orgasm built faster and faster. She was so naughty. Then her tongue darted back into my pussy, soaking in my depths, her hard tongue stud massaging me.

Teasing me.

“Fuck!” I howled.

“Cum, Yunie!” she moaned into my pussy. “Flood my mouth.”

“I already did!” I gasped as she swirled her tongue through me again. She brushed my naughty bits. My body heaved.

I came.

My moans echoed around us as my pussy convulsed around her pierced tongue. I bucked and heaved as the pleasure surged through my body. It spilled hot through me. A wave of gushing rapture that inundated my mind with bliss.

It was incredible. Amazing. My body bucked as my cunt convulsed with such fervor. I whimpered and groaned. My eyes fluttered. My hips wiggled back and forth. This amazing heat surged through my body.

“Yes, yes, Dandi!” I moaned.

My moans echoed around the bathroom. I clutched to the shower bar. My eyes fluttered. This delicious treat burned through me. My cunt convulsed as the juices gushed out of me. I whimpered as she licked them up.

My orgasm peaked. I held there for a moment, floating on bliss.

Then it passed.

“Damn, Dandi,” I moaned, stepping back and leaning against the tiled wall, my hot flesh contrasting with the cold surface. “What was that?”

“Mmm, I just wanted to try drinking some pee,” Stefani said as she stood up, her face smeared in pussy juices. “I don’t want to be like my mother at all. I don’t want to hide any of my desires from you. I always wanted to try that, and I’m glad I did. It was hot. A little bitter, but it was kinky, wasn’t it?”

I nodded my head. “I never… knew you wanted… that.”

“It’s been building in me for a while,” she said, a big grin. “Ooh, you came hard. You found it hot, didn’t you?”

I nodded my head, another wave of dizzying euphoria sweeping over me. This was incredible. Just a wicked heat to enjoy. My hips wiggled back and forth. I groaned, struggling to catch my breath as the pleasure bled out of me.

Then I noticed what was in her hand.

“What’s the results?” I gasped.

Stefani’s green eyes widened. Her round breasts jiggled as she raised up the test, twisting it in her hand. She stared at the test’s plastic window. Then she glanced at me, her look reserved. I bit my lip, my hips wiggling from side to side.

“Well?” I asked, this nervous twist rippling through my stomach.

“I’m sorry, Yunie,” she said, her voice falling.

“Oh, well, just means I get to fuck Clint more.”

“Yeah, he does like fucking his pregnant sisters,” she said nonchalantly.

I blinked. “Wait, what?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry that your preggers,” she said, a naughty grin playing on her lips. “Gonna ruin your figure.”

“You bitch,” I groaned.

She giggled then she kissed me, her lips tasting of my tart pussy. Her tongue darted into my mouth. She swirled it around. Her round breasts pressed into mine as this amazing joy surged through me. I was going to be a mother.

I was going to have my brother’s baby.

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Two hours later, after the entire family celebrated my pregnancy and Clint looking as proud as a rooster strutting through the hen house, it was time for the lesson. I was excited about it, still bubbly from the wonderful news. My hand rubbed at my belly as I trooped through the backyards. All three of our houses were joined together, open, allowing us to stroll through. Some of the children were playing in the sandbox, watched by my mother and Ms. Hiragawa, Pam’s mother.

“This is going to be fun,” Melody said. My half-sister, the only natural blonde in the family, walked beside me. Her blonde hair fell loose while the warm, autumn sun shone down on us. “I have some fun toys in here.”

“Huh?” I said, blinking. “Toys?”

“You are in that happy pregnancy daze,” Melody said. “I remember when I found out I was pregnant with Clint’s child.” She smiled. “That was a wonderful day. I was just giddy. I could hardly focus on my classes the next day.”

“Yeah,” I said, drawing in a deep breath. “But we need to be ready. Focus.”

“Yep,” she said as we reached the back door of the third house. Clit had bought a few years ago. The first two houses were owned by our father. He bought one for my family, and the other for Aunt Vicky. That was back when no one realized that Melody and Lee were his kids, a fiction maintained to the world.

Clint was trying to undo that stigma of incest. To make it legal. California was open in some ways, since everyone thought Melody was his cousin it was okay for them to have sex, but for Alicia, Mom, Aunt Vicky, and myself it was very much illegal.

Not that we cared. We loved it. We were happy.

Melody punched in the code on the back door. It didn’t have a key lock. Clint set it up to keep the kids from getting inside until they were eighteen. We headed inside the play house. It was like a regular house, but there were heavy hooks set in the ceiling that various things could be hung from. Everything from sex swings to manacles to ropes for suspension play.

“What do you got?” I asked and Melody winked at me.

My sister had a playful streak to her that was a little bit like Lee, only Melody wasn’t a humiliation slut. She was dominant, one of Clint’s two queens. She and Pam were his lovers. His girlfriends. His wives if he could get his dream of having bigamy legalized. Melody had that tomboy streak in her. When they were kids, the two were inseparable, each other’s best friends.

We stripped naked as we chatted, my curiosity piqued at what was in that bag. My half-sister was a beauty, her breasts round and beautiful. She was shaved, Clint preferring his women bare, and glistening. She smiled at me, her hair swaying loosely around her face. She didn’t wear it braided any longer. Her back arched, her breasts jiggling.

Clint arrived a few minutes later, pulling off his t-shirt and showing off his muscled body. Melody threw her arms around his neck, giving him an enthusiastic kiss, his hands gripping her ass. I smiled at the display.

I wished Stefani was here, but Clint didn’t want her throwing off the dynamic. Yet. She would get her chance to get back at her parents. She earned it.

Melody broke the kiss, panting. “Let’s do this!”

Clint shoved down his pants and his hard cock popped, thrusting from him. The doorbell rang. I sauntered to the door, naked and unashamed. The carpet was soft and plush beneath my feet as I moved through the living room. The couch was scotchgarded and there was no end table to get in the way. I reached the door, checking through the peephole to see who it was.

Our guests.

I wrenched open the door and hissed, “Get your slutty, skank ass in here right now, cunt!”

Mrs. Armstrong shuddered then gasped as her husband smacked her rump. “You heard her, slave. Get in there.”

“Yes, dear,” Mrs. Armstrong said, her voice throaty. The closeted dyke was becoming a model sex slave for her husband.

“And strip that dress off,” he added, striding in. There was more of a spine to Mr. Armstrong. He was coming along, learning to dominate his wife. But was it enough? He still seemed… hesitant.

I shuddered as Mrs. Armstrong swept by, her auburn hair bouncing. She bit her lip, her green eyes shining. She pretended to be a perfect, Christian wife, but she had kinky desires. She tried to destroy the massage parlor I worked at because we provided extra delights for our all-female clientèle.

Delights the bitch claimed to hate but secretly craved.

“Has she had an orgasm all week?” Clint asked, his voice strong. Melody was pressed against him, her hand idly stroking his cock, her hazel eyes bright.

“No,” Mr. Armstrong said. “Right, slave?”

“Right, dear,” Mrs. Armstrong said, her hands already unbuttoning the frumpy dress she wore. “I’m so horny, dear. I want to cum and cum. May I cum?”

Clint gave a slight shake of his head.

“Not until I tell you,” Mr. Armstrong growled. He was a slender man, tall and with a weak face. He was weaselly.

“Yes, dear.”

Clint smiled as the MILF stripped off her dress. She revealed that she was naked beneath, her breasts round and plump, her nipples dark red, thrusting from wide areolas. Her tits jiggled as her hair swept off of her shoulders.

Melody broke from Clint and grabbed her bag. She pulled out a fleshy dildo attached to a harness and thrust it into my hands followed by a pair of anal beads. I smiled, recognizing the same pair that my mom used on Mrs. Armstrong in the hotel room.

“Bitch, put this on me,” I said thrusting my fleshy dildo at the MILF.

Mrs. Armstrong glanced at her husband. “May I, dear.”

“Yes.”

She darted forward towards me, her round breasts jiggled. She reached me, her green eyes glossy. She fell to her knees before me, taking it. I shuddered at my mastery over this bitch. I loved how eager she was to please me. I felt her eyes on my pussy.

“You want to eat me, don’t you?” I growled. “You want to feast on my on my cunt!”

“I do,” she moaned. “I’m a wicked wife. My husband has to control me.”

I stepped into the harness. I shuddered as she pulled it up my thighs and drew it up my flesh. I groaned as she pressed the dildo into my clit, her hands tightening the harness. It was incredible to feel it rubbing on my sensitive bud. It sent this wid rush through me as she adjusted it, sending pleasure through me. My cunt clenched. My toes flexed and throbbed.

Then she ducked her head in and licked my pussy. My girlfriend’s mother fluttered her tongue through my folds. She caressed me. Her tongue stroked me. My eyes squeezed shut as this bliss rippled through my body.

It felt incredible. She gave me this teasing delight. It was wonderful to feel.

“You naughty slut,” I groaned. “Just a pussy-loving dyke. Mr. Armstrong, your wife is a carpet-munching whore!”

“She is,” Mr. Armstrong said. “Enough of that, slave.”

“Yes, dear,” she moaned, pulling her mouth from me, her eyes glossy and her lips gleaming with my cream.

“You’re here to be a faithful wife, not to indulge your depraved desire for pussy,” he growled.

I rolled my eyes. There was nothing wrong with it, but he was still mired in his own beliefs. However, it was clear he liked it. He was already hard, his little cock tenting his slacks.

“Have you been using her?” Clint asked.

“Using her?” Mr. Armstrong asked.

“Yes,” Melody asked as she pulled a naughty dildo out of her bag. It was green and segmented, almost looking like a caterpillar, with a hooked tail. It was designed to wiggle instead of buzz. “Has she been satiating your little dick?”

“She’s given me blowjobs, and I’ve fucked her, but I’m not letting her cum,” Mr. Armstrong said. “We’ve been having a lot more sex.”

“Because you’re being a man,” Clint said. “So let’s see if she’s learning. Your wife can’t cum until you let her.” My brother smiled. “I’ll let you know when that’s time.”

“And we’re going to do such naughty things to you,” Melody said, turning on her vibrator. It undulated, my pussy clenched.

“Suck on my dildo,” I hissed then I popped the anal beads into my mouth. I sucked on them, letting them slide through my lips.

The woman sucked on the tip of my dildo. She bobbed her head, whimpering. Her lips sealed around the toy’s sculpted crown. She moaned, her mouth sliding up and down it, her green eyes glossy. As she worked her mouth up and down the dildo, its base rubbed into my clit.

It was an incredible treat to enjoy. My pussy clenched as the heat surged through my body. My hips wiggled from side to side as the massaging pressure on my clit made me groan. My back arched as this delight shot through me.

My half-sister grinned at me as she brought the dildo to Mrs. Armstrong’s pussy. She thrust it into her cunt. The wiggling toy buried deep into the woman. She gasped. Her eyes widened as she felt it squirming in her pussy. I knew that toy.

The tip was twisting and turning inside of her, its blunted point massaging against her pussy’s walls. The thick shaft torqued in her, caressing her, teasing her. Melody flashed me a wicked grin. She pumped her dildo in and out of the MILF’s cunt, fucking her.

Mrs. Armstrong groaned around my dildo.

I popped the anal beads out of my mouth and grinned at her. “You like that, slut? You like sucking on my dick while getting fucked?”

She whimpered around it.

“I bet you just want to cum,” I purred. “Just show us that you’re a selfish cunt. A bitch that just wants to satiate herself all the time.”

“Mmm, yes, yes, she just wants to cum. She’s dripping wet.” Melody thrust the dildo deep into the woman. Mrs. Armstrong groaned again. Melody licked her lips. “She’s going to cream. This dildo will drive her wild.”

“Show us that you’re a filthy cunt!” I groaned, grabbing Mrs. Armstrong’s fiery hair. I held tight and thrust my dildo into her mouth. I buried it into her. I fucked her hard. I pounded her mouth. My clit throbbed. “You’re just a selfish whore!”

“Mmm, so selfish,” Melody moaned. “You just care about your own pleasures, slut.”

Melody grabbed the MILF’s ass and squeezed. My sister’s hazel eyes stared at me. They shone with delight as she thrust the dildo in and out of the MILF cunt. I shuddered as she slobbered on the fake cock while pleasure rippled through me.

Melody bit the MILF’s ass. Not hard, but she left fading teeth marks. She shuddered, churning her up, driving the MILF wild. I could hear the bitch moan. She sucked hard on the dildo. I could tell that she wanted to cum.

And couldn’t ask.

I grinned, thrusting the dildo hard into her mouth as Clint came up behind Melody. Our brother stroked his cock, a big grin on his face. He winked at me. He had such dark eyes. Handsome eyes. His muscles rippled as he fell to his knees behind our sister. He smacked Melody’s rump with his big dick.

Then he slid the tip down.

“Clint!” Melody moaned as our brother fucked his cock into her cunt. She jammed the dildo deep into the MILF.

“Mmm, tease that bitch,” Clint growled, his hips drawing back and then slamming into my sister. He filled her with his cock. I heard the slap of flesh. “Make her want to cum. But if she does…”

“She’s going to be punished,” growled Mr. Armstrong.

A panicked look crossed Mrs. Armstrong’s face. She sucked harder. She moaned, drool running down her chin. She shuddered, her body trembling. I loved it. I gripped her hair, my tits heaving before me as I fucked the dildo in and out of her mouth. Every thrust pressed that dildo’s base into my clit.

Clint grunted as he pounded Melody. My sister panted, twisting the vibrator in the MILF. It wiggled away in the bitch’s twat. I drove my dildo deeper into the slut’s mouth. I would bury it down her gullet. It would slam down her throat and fill her.

I groaned at the delight of using her. I pounded her. Fucked her. I buried the dildo down her throat. I loved the way she gurgled on it. She moaned, her words muffled by the toy. My pussy juices spilled down my thighs as my heat burned.

“Damn,” Melody moaned. “Ooh, Clint, yes, yes, drive me to my orgasm. I’m going to cum so hard!”

“I bet this bitch wants to cum hard!” Clint growled, his hands gripping our sister’s tits. He squeezed them as he pounded her.

“Do you?” gasped Melody, pumping that vibrator in and out of the MILF’s cunt.

I ripped my dildo out of the MILF’s mouth. She gasped and shuddered, drool spilling over her lips. I smacked the fake cock into her face, not hard, just enough to splatter her with saliva. I hissed, “Huh? Do you want to cum.”

“Yes, yes!” the MILF gasped, rocking back into my sister’s thrusting dildo. Her back arched. Her face twisted with rapture. “I want to. Oh, yes, I want to cum. May I, dear! May your nasty, filthy, cheating wife enjoy herself?”

Clint shook his head.

“No,” Mr. Armstrong said, his voice throaty.

“Will you disobey?” I demanded, smacking her forehead again. Then I slapped her cheek. “Huh?”

“I’ll be good!” she moaned, her face twisting with pleasure. “But it’s so hard. This dildo is driving me wild. It makes me want to explode. Oh, oh, yes. Dear! Dear! Please, I need to cum!”

“Not until I tell you!” Mr. Armstrong growled. “You swore to be faithful and obedient! You swore it in your vows to God! I’m going to make sure you keep them!”

“Yes, yes, yes, dear!” she howled, her body shaking.

“Oh, damn, I’m going to cum so hard!” Melody moaned. She rocked back into our brother’s thrusts. “Oh, Clint, yes, yes! Fuck me! Pound me. Ooh, I want to explode on this dick. I can cum when I want!”

“Yes!” Clint growled and fucked her harder.

I smacked the bitch’s cheek, the rubbery shaft rippling from the impact. She stared up at me, her eyes wide. “You don’t deserve to ever cum again for being such a terrible mother!”

She shuddered.

“But I want to,” she moaned. “I know I was wicked. I am wicked. Just a dyke-slut. Let me cum, dear! Please, please! I need it!”

“No,” he growled. “You’re so pathetic. I thought you were such a good and loving woman. But you want to eat Zoey’s cunt, don’t you?”

“I do!” Her nose twitched. “She smells so good. Tart and delicious.”

“Do it!” Clint growled. “Press that pussy into her mouth, Zoey.”

“Yes!” squealed Melody.

I shoved my cunt against Mrs. Armstrong’s lips. The dildo thrust over her forehead, twitching and dripping with her saliva. I sucked on the anal beads again, tasting the plastic, as her tongue buried into my cunt. I groaned, trembling, the living room full of moans.

The vibrator buzzed away in her cunt, making her whimper into my pussy. She licked and fluttered her tongue through my twat, driving me towards my orgasm. Melody’s face twisted in rapture. She rocked back into our brother’s thrusts, savoring his cock.

The cock that had bred me.

I shuddered as Mrs. Armstrong licked her tongue through my aching pussy. It was such a treat to feel. She swirled her tongue around inside of me. She thrust it deep into my cunt. She feasted on me with such hunger, her eyes desperate.

“I’m going to cum!” I moaned. “I’m going to experience all that bliss you can’t, bitch!”

“Yes!” Melody hissed. “Oh, damn, Clint! Fuck me harder!”

“My queen!” he growled and plowed into her with force.

He fucked her with all his passion. Their flesh slapped together. He made her gasp and moan out in delight. My sister’s face twisted in passion. She wasn’t fighting it. She surrendered to the incestuous bliss fluttering over her.

“Eat my pregnant cunt and make me cum!” I moaned. “Ooh, get that tongue deep into my cunt. Feast on me. You nasty whore. Ooh, yes, yes. I’m going to be such a better mother than you!”

I came.

My climax swept over me fast. Sudden. I was gasping, moaning. I gripped her hair with my free hand, the other clutching the anal beads. The pleasure surged over me. Wave after wave of rapture shot through my body.

“You’re pregnant?” Melody gasped. “Our brother bred you?”

“Yes!” I moaned, my tits heaving as the rapture rushed through me. Mrs. Armstrong licked out my pussy cream. She feasted on me. It felt incredible to feel her tongue lapping at my folds. She ate me with such a desperate hunger as my orgasm burned through me. “You’re going to be a father, Clint! Again!”

“Yes!” he growled and slammed hard into Melody.

“Clint!” gasped my half-sister. “Yes, yes, flood me! Fill me with your cum!”

I shuddered, the vibrator humming away. The air smelled of hot pussy. My tart musk mixed with sweet delight. My nose breathed it in as my body bucked and writhed. My pregnant cunt spasmed, convulsing with joy as my lover’s mother ate me out.

“Fuck!” Clint groaned. His face twisted with passion.

“Clint!” squealed Melody. “I love you! I love my king!”

“My wild queen!” groaned Clint. “Goddamn.”

I shuddered as my orgasm peaked. I released my grip on the MILF’s hair. I stumbled back, panting, the dildo swaying before me. The MILF trembled. I could hear the vibrator wiggling around in her cunt, the other end thrusting out of her. Melody didn’t hold it. She was shuddering in Clint’s arm, her head twisted.

They kissed with passion. I smiled, watching their incestuous love as I came down from my orgasmic high. I wanted Clint to repel incest laws and make bigamy legal. I wanted him to marry Melody and Pam and even Alicia, our little sister who was also his little princess. She was the third closest to him.

Hell, I wanted him to marry our mother, our aunt, Lee, and even those two twins who lived up the street raising Clint’s children with their hot, Japanese mother.

I wanted to marry him. With Stefani. We could all be his wives. It would be so hot.

“Damn,” I moaned, dizzy.

“I need to cum!” Mrs. Armstrong moaned. “The dildo… Dear, dear! The dildo is driving me wild. I don’t want to be a selfish cunt any longer. I don’t want to be a dyke-slut. I want to be your faithful and obedient wife. But… but…” Her face twisted with rapture. “Please.”

Clint’s hand shot out and, while still kissing my sister, ripped the toy from the MILF’s cunt. Mrs. Armstrong groaned and collapsed on the floor, the dildo buzzing beside her, wiggling and squirming, soaked in her juices.

I smiled at the sight. My body buzzed. I wanted more fun. I wanted to push this bitch to her limits. I wanted to have a wild time. An idea popped into my head.

“Bitch,” I hissed, sinking down onto my back. “Come ride my dildo reverse cowgirl style. I want to see that ass. I’m going to thrust these anal beads into your rectum and make you explode. I know how much you love that.”

Mrs. Armstrong whimpered.

“Do it,” her husband hissed, sounding so wimpy like he was out of control. He was masturbating in the corner, jerking his little cock.

Mrs. Armstrong stumbled to her feet. She reached me and went to straddle me facing forward, her tits heaving. She grabbed the dildo, guiding it to her pussy. I could see her cunt looked raw and flushed through her bush.

“I said reverse!” I hissed. “Turn around.”

“Sorry,” she groaned, her face flushed.

She twisted around, her gorgeous ass coming into sight. She grabbed the shaft and guided it to her pussy. She sank down on it, whimpering as her pussy engulfed my shaft. I groaned, my clit still sensitive from my orgasm.

The pressure felt even better. Sparks flared through me.

Clint whispered to my half-sister. Melody nodded and purred in delight. She rose to her feet and clamped a hand over her pussy. Clint’s dick bobbed, covered in her juices. She darted over to me and then grinned as she straddled my head, pulling her hand away as she lowered her shaved twat to my face.

Clint’s cum poured out of her pussy before she reached my mouth. Her pussy lips were more developed than they had been at nineteen, the first time I ate her out. It coated her labia and then a drop fell and landed on my mouth.

Salty cum sweetened by her yummy cunt.

My half-sister settled her sloppy twat on my mouth. I groaned and flicked my tongue out through her lips. I shuddered, feasting on her creampie. She shuddered over me, her ass clenched before my eyes. She wiggled from side to side, letting Clint’s cum spill out of her.

“Mmm, thrust those anal beads into her ass,” Melody moaned. “And you, slut, ride that dildo. I want you gasping and moaning and cumming. You know you want to cum.”

“I do,” Mrs. Armstrong moaned as she rose up the shaft. It shifted on my clit. “I want to cum so badly.”

She slammed down it, grinding the dildo’s base into my clit. Pleasure sparked through me. I moaned into my sister’s pussy. I thrust my tongue deep into her sweet depths and scooped out more of Clint’s wonderful cum. At the same time, I pressed my anal beads forward. I was blind, working by feel.

Mrs. Armstrong rode my cock. She moaned and gasped, my clit throbbing and aching. Pleasure spilled through my body. I moaned my joy into my sister’s sloppy cunt as I slid the anal beads’ tip around the MILF’s asshole.

I found her crack.

“Now go down,” Melody moaned. “Ooh, Zoey, lower! Lower!”

I moved the tip down as my body trembled. My tongue fluttered through her folds, licking up more of the salty jizz pouring out of her cunt along with her sweet cream. Melody grabbed my big boobs, squeezing them as I moved the anal beads.

“Right there!” gasped Melody. “Oh, no, you moved away. Okay, go a little lower and… Darn it!”

It was hard. Mrs. Armstrong rode me, working up and down my fake cock and make my pussy burn with the heat sparking from my throbbing clit. I had to work by feel, sliding the anal beads’ tip up and down the moving crack.

I felt a divot.

“That’s it!”

Thrust.

Mrs. Armstrong groaned as I felt her asshole engulfing the anal beads. I shoved them forward, feeling each time a bigger and bigger orb reached her sphincter. There was more resistance with each one. I thrust harder, driving each bead into her asshole.

“Yes, yes, her asshole’s swallowing them!” moaned Melody. “Ooh, Zoey, this is so hot. She’s going to cum!”

“No!” the MILF moaned. “Not without your permission, dear!”

“Not yet,” Clint said.

“No,” her husband growled.

I shuddered at Clint’s mastery of the situation. My brother was a hunk. I gripped the anal bead’s end, a ring my finger was thrust through. I could pull them out at any moment, giving the MILF a sudden burst of pleasure as she rode my dildo.

“You’re going to cum so hard,” Melody moaned. “Ooh, just like I am. My sister’s tongue is deep in my yummy snatch.”

“I bet you taste good, Melody,” whimpered Mrs. Armstrong. “Oh, dear, I have to cum. This dildo. Oh, god, this dildo!”

“I think we’ve heard enough of her whining,” Clint said. “Let me shut her up. Suck my dick clean. Taste Melody’s cunt, bitch.”

I groaned as I heard the married MILF sucking on my brother’s cock before her husband’s eyes. She was cuckolding him again. Mr. Armstrong groaned as he watched. I moaned into Melody’s pussy, the pleasure building and building in my pussy.

Mrs. Armstrong rode the dildo fast and hard. She was driving me towards a screaming orgasm. I shuddered, my toes curling as the heat surged through me. This was incredible. It was such a delight to experience.

My tongue darted through Melody’s folds. I searched for more of Clint’s incestuous seed. I couldn’t find any more salty drops. I whimpered in disappointment while the MILF moaned around Clint’s dick. His cock was in her mouth.

“Yes, yes, fuck her mouth,” hissed Melody. “Ooh, I love watching my king use a bitch. And your wife is a bitch, Mr. Armstrong.”

“She is,” the weak man groaned. “She’s sucking your cock clean, Clint.”

“You’ll have to punish her for that,” Clint groaned. “For licking Zoey’s cunt and sucking my dick without your permission.”

“Yes!”

I whimpered in delight. My pregnant pussy clenched. I was so close to cumming. I gripped the ring at the end of the anal bead, so ready to yank it. The MILF rode the dildo, working it in and out of her cunt, teasing me. My toes curled. The pleasure flowed through me. This wild heat burned in the depths of my twat.

I was so close. I was almost there. A little more, and I would explode.

The MILF slammed her pussy down my dildo. My clit throbbed and ached. I thrust my tongue deep into Melody’s twat. She groaned atop me, her fingers massaging my big boobs. The pleasure tingled down to my pussy.

A few more drops, but enough.

As Mrs. Armstrong rose up the dildo, I squealed in orgasmic rapture into my sister’s cunt. My pregnant pussy convulsed. Pleasure shuddered through me. I trembled on my back, my heart pounding rapture through my chest.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, stars bursting before my eyes.

“Ooh, Zoey’s cumming just the way you want to!” gasped Melody. “Oh, you naughty bitch. You’re going to cum sucking my brother’s dick clean of my pussy. You love it!”

Mrs. Armstrong moaned.

My body bucked. My arm yanked.

I ripped the anal beads out of Mrs. Armstrong’s asshole as the pleasure bathed my mind in ecstasy.

I felt each bead pop out of her sphincter. In two heartbeats, I had yanked them all out of her bowels. The MILF squealed in rapture. Hot cunt juices gushed down the dildo and soaked my cunt. I gasped, my clit throbbing. New rapture exploded through me.

I set off her orgasm.

“She’s cumming!” I howled. “The selfish bitch is cumming!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Melody gasped, grinding on me. “She is. She’s cumming hard and… and… Zoey!”

My sister’s incestuous juices flooded my face. They bathed me. I drank them down. I licked up that sweet delight seasoned with some salty cum that must have flowed out of her from deeper in her twat. I drank it down, my eyes squeezing shut as I savored this moment.

“Fuck!” Clint growled. “Your wife is a whore. She can’t even follow simple directions.”

“Have to punish her!” Mr. Armstrong groaned, his voice throaty. Was he cumming?

“Yes!” Clint growled.

Melody spilled off of me, lying on the ground, twitching beside me. I blinked, watching Mrs. Armstrong’s back. Clint was over her, fucking her mouth. I trembled as my orgasm peaked. I held at the pinnacle of rapture while staring into my brother’s dark, hungry eyes. I breathed in deeply, the air perfumed by my sister’s musk.

My orgasm died.

Clint ripped his cock out the married MILF’s mouth. I could see him fisting himself. His face twisted with pleasure. Then he growled. The MILF gasped. I could tell he was splattering her face with his cum, her head shaking.

“Just a filthy, nasty, married slut!” Clint snarled, bathing her face in his hot seed.

“Yes!” I moaned, the MILF squirming on the dildo, massaging it into my clit. “We’re going to have to punish you.”

“You’re in so much trouble, slave,” growled her husband. “You just let another man cum on your face.”

“I’m sorry, dear!” the MILF howled. “I’m just so weak. I love it. I love cumming!”

I shuddered as my pleasure died into buzzing bliss. I heard movement and just noticed Stefani watching, a big smile on her face. I shuddered in delight and knew that the next part of the lesson would be wild.

Mrs. Armstrong was a naughty slut. Again.

To be continued…

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AJ and Bayley fight to make each other cum.

*So this story takes place in an alternate universe where women’s wrestling has been replaced by sexfighting. Two girls battling to make the other one cum. The crowds for these shows are entirely female, and the first to cum loses. When a competitor loses, she becomes the sexual property of the winner for 24 hours, who gets to fuck the loser however they want during that time. Enjoy!*

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AJ smirked to herself as she skipped down the ramp to the ring. She was confident. Sure she’d lost the Women’s Championship the month before. But she just had to win this number one contender’s match against some nobody whore to get right back in the race. It wouldn’t be long before this new girl was cumming on the mat for her.

The audience was clearly excited. Thousands of women cheering for AJ in her cute cut off t-shirt and jean shorts. She gave them a wave, before her opponent’s music hit. She didn’t know much about this new girl. The boss had said not to underestimate her, but she wasn’t worried. She was even less worried when her opponent came out.

The ring announcer introduced her as Bayley. She looked like a little girl playing at wrestling. With her multicoloured tights and side-tailed hair. AJ couldn’t help but admire the girl’s ass as she came down to the ring, smiling brightly and hugging audience members. This girl was cute. AJ couldn’t wait to fuck the cute out of her.

AJ smirked at her opponent as the bell rang and they begun to circle the ring. Bayley couldn’t seem to wipe that big goofy smile off her face. As they got closer, Bayley grabbed AJ, wrapping her up in a huge hug.

It wasn’t an aggressive move, maybe this little girl just likes hugging people. And AJ couldn’t deny the hug felt nice. It was warm and comfortable and felt like it was enveloping AJ’s whole body. She reluctantly went to hug back, leaning up to whisper in the hugger’s ear. “I hope you’re ready to get fucked in front of this entire audience. I hope your mommy’s watching. She’s gonna get a hell of a show.” AJ smirked. Trash talking was one of her favorite things to do in a sexfight. The mommy thing was a personal favorite of hers, in fact when she beat Paige for the first time, when she was fucking the little British crumpet into the ground, she’d constantly be talking into the camera, addressing Paige’s mommy.

Unexpectedly, Bayley giggled happily at that comment, like AJ had just told her a very funny joke, or complimented her hair. She moved her mouth right next to AJ’s ear, and spoke in a happy, bubbly tone. “Oh don’t worry cutie, I’m gonna fuck you until you’re nothing but a quivering, spent shell, lying uselessly on the mat. I’m gonna treat you like the whore you are!”

That was.. Disconcerting. Bayley’s bubbling tone never left her voice despite the aggressiveness of her words. AJ leaned back to look at Bayley’s face, and the big happy genuine smile on the girl’s face sent shivers down her spine. She was trying to work out a comeback when Bayley took advantage of her opponent’s confusion and transitioned the hug into a suplex. AJ whimpered as she lied on the ground. Fucking bitch had gotten the best of her.

Bayley let out a squeal of happiness, suddenly rolling over AJ and kneeling on her arms, keeping AJ from moving. She tugged down AJ’s shorts, revealing the former champion’s toned tan ass to the crowd, who cheered in delight.

“Mmmm! Yummy yummy ass! Perfect for spanking!” Said the girl who’s ass was currently pressing against the back of AJ’s head. She reared back and spanked AJ hard, eliciting a loud squeal of pleasure from AJ’s lips. It was no secret that the former champion had a weakness for spanking. It was one of the main reasons she lost the title in the first place.

“Ugh! Get the fuck off of me you fucking psycho!” Growled AJ, desperately shifting under Bayley’s pinning. Bayley laughed again, her hands raining down more spanks on AJ’s bare ass.

“Aww! Is big tough AJ about to cum already?” Asked the girl with a delighted giggle, spanking AJ again. “Your pussy sure looks ready to cum!” Her hand slid between her victim’s legs, groping at AJ’s incredibly wet pussy, who desperately tried to close her legs. Bayley brought her now wet hand up to her face and gave it a longing lick, to the delight of the crowd.

AJ seized her opportunity and pushed Bayley off while she was distracted. They both got to their feet and, despite AJ’s now weak knees, she took advantage first, pushing Bayley into the corner and grabbing at her top. “Get ready to show everyone the goods, whore.” Growled AJ angrily before ripping the top open down the middle.

AJ stared in shock. She wasn’t sure how, but some way, Bayley had been storing a massive pair of tits in that little top. They looked like G cups, at least. Bayley grinned at AJ’s shocked look and gave them a shake. “Mmm, do you like my big boobies, AJ?” She asked with a delighted giggle.

The shaking nearly hypnotized AJ, but she recovered quickly at the girl’s taunting, slapping her across the cheek. “Shut the fuck up you little whore!” She growled at Bayley, before covering her smiling mouth with her hand. She roughly grabbed a handful of the girl’s massive breast. She squeezed painfully, which caused Bayley’s knees to weaken and made her moan, muffled by AJ’s hand. “Ooh, sensitive tits huh? Good to know.”

She reared back and smacked one of the girl’s huge breasts, then leaned down, sucking one of them into her mouth, getting as much boob into it as she could, before biting down hard on the nipple. She pulled her hand away from Bayley’s mouth, so everyone could hear the ensuing scream of pleasure from the girl’s mouth.

AJ was back in control, and feeling confident. She turned her opponent around, shoving her hard against the turnbuckle, and biting at the girl’s flesh as she roughly tugged Bayley’s tights down, exposing Bayley’s spectacular ass to the audience. “A-J” chants were ringing out through the crowd. She reached around her opponent to grab a handful of boob before spanking that glorious ass. Bayley squealed in delight, and AJ could see pussy juices running down the girl’s inner thigh. She tightened her grip on AJ’s breast before spanking her again, and again, and again. “Oh fuck yes AJ!” Cried out the girl, still in her bubbly sweet tone. “Spank me again! I’ve been such a bad girl!” *Does this girl ever turn off?* Wondered AJ.

AJ slipped behind the girl, wrapping an arm around her from behind, slipping her hand down to Bayley’s soaking pussy. She bit down on Bayley’s ear, hissing harshly. “I can’t wait to make you into my whimpering bitch, Bayley.” Her hand started rapidly rubbing at the girl’s soaking cunt, as she pressed her entire body into the girl to keep her trapped in the corner.

Bayley moaned hard, backing her reddened, plump ass up against her opponent. “Oh god… Oh god… That’s good…” She moaned, her entire body shaking in pleasure.

“Give up bitch.” Hissed AJ, her hand working rapidly against Bayley’s soaking cunt. “You’re gonna fucking cum for me. You’re just a little girl playing in a woman’s world.” AJ cackled evilly. “And I love playing with little girls.”

Suddenly, the back of Bayley’s head collided with the bridge of AJ’s nose. She staggered back, in a daze, hand still covered in juices. Bayley smirked, turning back around to glare at the staggered woman. She took advantage of her opponent’s dazed state, and ripped AJ’s top from her body, leaving both women entirely naked in the ring.

Bayley pushed her opponent to the ground, kneeling next to her and groping at AJ’s perky B cups. “You had your fun AJ.” Said the busty girl with an evil smile. “Now playtime’s over.” AJ moved to take a swing at Bayley, but suddenly she was shoved onto her shoulders, her ass lifted up into the air. Bayley crawled behind her, kneeling down on AJ’s arms, and keeping her hips up in the air. The audience screamed in excitement, and in a moment. Bayley’s face was buried in AJ’s cunt.

AJ screamed and struggled. It was no use, she wasn’t getting out. She was too worn out from the fight… And Bayley was currently eating her pussy like no one she’d ever had. The girl was eating like a woman possessed. AJ was in heaven. She’d forgotten all about the match. She was in pure sapphic bliss.

AJ could feel her orgasm bearing down on her. And suddenly she felt herself having a moment of clarity. “NO!” She screamed. She couldn’t lose. Not to a rookie… Not like this! She desperately tried to scramble away, kicking at her assailant as she did. She managed to get away and crawl desperately to the ring apron. If she got out of the ring, she could recoup on the outside. But suddenly she felt two strong hands grab her thick thighs. She’d managed to get half her torso out of the ring, but this was even more humiliating. She could just barely touch the black mats on the floor if she reached, but Bayley had her tight.

Bayley spanked AJ once more, punishing her for trying to escape her fate, before burying her face in AJ’s helpless cunt once more. AJ screamed. Bayley’s pace had picked up, her tongue was attacking her relentlessly.

AJ’s screams got louder and louder. She clutched at her own breasts. Finally, just as the screams were reaching a crescendo, they stopped, and all AJ could manage was a pathetic squeak as juices poured out of her pussy, coating Bayley’s face. She’d never cum that hard. Never. Her senses went numb. The cheering of the crowd and the blaring of the victor’s music all melted into nothing. Her vision blurred, and as Bayley released her grip on her thighs, and her near lifeless body slumped uselessly to the floor beneath them, she barely registered it happening.

Her body was still twitching from the orgasm after effects as she lay there on the cool mats… They felt so nice against her skin, which was absolutely burning up. She looked up at the lights at the top of the arena, barely registering that Bayley’s celebration had ended, and that now it was time for the post match fucking. She saw the face of Bayley, obstructing her view of the lights above her.

“Hey there sunshine.” Said Bayley, an evil smirk on her face as she helped up the helpless woman to a kneeling position. AJ’s vision started to unblur, and she took in the woman before her. Wow. This girl was really really pretty. She thought about this for a while, before Bayley placed a hand on the back of AJ’s head, tugging her in for an intense kiss. AJ could taste her own juices on Bayley’s soft, sweet lips. AJ moaned softly into the kiss, feeling Bayley’s amazing pair of breasts push against her own as they leaned into each other. “I have you for 24 hours, remember.” Said Bayley with an evil smile on her face as the kiss broke. “Get in the ring, let’s get started.”

AJ whimpered slightly, before getting up and rolling into the ring. She watched as Bayley stepped back inside with an incredible amount of grace. She moved like a champion… Like a goddess. She whimpered as she watched from her knees as the victor walked across the ring, moving to the corner and flashing AJ an evil smile as she leaned back against the turnbuckle. The smile made AJ instantly blush. She felt like a schoolgirl who’d been caught gawking at the teacher.

“Come over here. Worship my tits.” Ordered Bayley, though her voice still kept that sweet bubbly tone. AJ whimpered and quickly hurried over to Bayley’s corner. She admired the woman’s tits for a while, before leaning down and sucking on one, bringing as much of it into her mouth as she could manage. Worship them? Of course! Tits like this should be worshipped! They should have legions of followers desperately searching for the opportunity to be blessed by them!

AJ moaned softly as she sucked on the breast, pulling back and releasing it from her mouth with an audible *pop* noise that echoed across the arena. She groped at the other breast as she desperately sucked and licked at the first one. Bayley’s moans were music to AJ’s ears. She could hardly believe earlier she hated this woman…

AJ grasped the sides of both breasts, pushing the nipples against each other, before leaning in to lick at both nipples at the same time. She grasped at either nipple, gently rolling them back and forth between her thumb and forefinger, as her face desperately dove between the two perfect pillowy masses. She did everything she could, she never wanted to leave them.

But sadly, it didn’t last forever. Bayley smiled down at her as she gently pulled AJ’s face out from between her tits. “Good work AJ.” She said with a soft smile. The words of compliment made AJ’s heart leap. “Now eat my pussy. I’m so wet… I need to cum!” Bayley’s words had a hint of the desperate to them, so AJ dropped to her knees quickly.

Making Bayley cum was suddenly AJ’s only goal. She sighed in delight as Bayley opened her thick thighs, revealing the amazingly wet prize between her legs. AJ could see a trickle of juices dripping down the woman’s inner thighs. She greedily licked along a trail of juices on her thigh, delighting in the taste of the winner’s juices, before quickly diving into her new mistresses cunt, licking her excitedly, moaning into that perfect pussy.

Bayley’s moans got desperate very quickly. She was clearly close. AJ didn’t blame her, this girl had just been through an intense sexfight, anyone would be dying to cum after that! She reached around to grope at Bayley’s amazing ass as she worked, her tongue desperately lapping at Bayley’s pussy, so excited to make this woman cum.

Bayley’s hands moved to the back of AJ’s head, pushing her in further, forcing AJ to open her mouth against the girl’s opening, before Bayley’s entire body shook with pleasure and she screamed out, as juices began spraying out of her pussy and onto AJ’s face.

AJ had never seen a woman squirt this much! It must’ve went on for a full minute. AJ desperately went to work to suck up as much of Bayley’s perfect girl cum she could, delighting in the taste.

When Bayley’s orgasm finally ended, she dropped to her knees next to AJ. The two of them took a moment, catching their breath and smiling playfully at each other.

And then Bayley slapped her.

Hard.

AJ gasped in shock and held her newly reddened cheek before receiving another harsh slap to the other one. AJ whimpered softly, looking at the floor… Bayley was being so sweet to her up until now. But AJ couldn’t deny the sudden roughness turned her on.

“Mmm… Loser.” Said Bayley, slapping AJ again. “Useless… Fucking… Loser…” She reigned down slaps on her opponents face between each word, still with a huge smile on her face. “Losers are only good for fucking! And that’s what I’m gonna do to you!” The slaps kept coming. AJ’s face was stinging painfully.

Bayley shoved AJ down on the mat, right in the puddle of wetness Bayley had generated when she came earlier. “Clean up the floor, loser! This will show you to make a mess!” Bayley got up and walked off to retrieve something, meanwhile AJ desperately licked up as much of the cum as she could off the mat, whimpering at the taste. Even from the floor it tastes like absolute heaven.

She was on all fours, with her ass sticking out in the air. She heard someone step behind her, but she was so focused on her task she didn’t notice. Suddenly, she felt something big enter her pussy. She looked behind her to see that Bayley had donned a strapon, a strapon that was now buried in AJ’s cunt.

AJ squealed out loud in pleasure, and Bayley grabbed her hips, holding her in place as the full length entered AJ. “Mmm, that’s right loser! Mmm… Time to fuck that dirty fucking pussy of yours…”

The crowd was going ballistic. AJ could barely hear herself think over the screaming audience. Bayley gripped her hips, and started fucking, hard. AJ cried out in pleasure. “Yes! Fuck me! Oh god! Fuck me Bayley!” AJ had never played bitch to anyone like this in the past. She could hardly believe the words coming out of her mouth. But she loved it. She loved being fucked by this goddess of a woman. And she’d only be hers for twenty-four hours? No way! She wanted an extension on that!

Bayley squealed in delight. “Mmm! Good girl! You know your place!” She drilled into AJ hard, giggling with delight the entire time. AJ screamed as she came hard on the toy, but Bayley wasn’t nearly done.

She quickly rolled AJ onto her back and reentered her, treating AJ with no regard. AJ’s mind felt like it was overloading. She had barely anytime to process her intense orgasm, and suddenly she was being fucked again. She stared up at Bayley. The soft bouncing of her breasts as she thrust into AJ turned her on so much… She could already feel another orgasm baring down on her…

Then Bayley grabbed her by the shoulders and tugged her up, still thrusting into her as she shoved the loser’s face into her tits. AJ moaned in delight and began to suck and lick at every inch of the perfect breasts she could. Bayley purred happily and began roughly tugging at AJ’s hair as she fucked her, which was enough to drive AJ over the edge.

She moaned hard as another intense orgasm wracked her body. She desperately sucked on one of Bayley’s nipples as the orgasm happened, muffling her moans. When AJ’s spasms ended Bayley shoved her down onto her back, purring in delight.

“Mmm… You are SUCH a good toy!” Said the winner in absolute delight. She slapped AJ across the face, before crawling down and biting hard at AJ’s perky breast. AJ sqealed, still trying to catch her breath.

Bayley stood up and stepped out of the ring and to the floor. AJ couldn’t take her eyes off her. She was so beautiful… She moved with such purpose. Once she was on the floor, Bayley grabbed a fistful of AJ’s hair. AJ squealed as she was pulled out of the ring by her hair, hurriedly moving to the winner’s side. Bayley dragged AJ out to ringside, grinning in delight. “Time to meet your fans.” She said in a sing song voice.

AJ could barely process what she was saying before Bayley bent her over the guard rail, leaving her exposed in front of a large group of her horny female fans. She soon felt dozens of hands reaching in and touching her, groping her, treating her like a piece of meat. Her breasts were groped, her toned back was rubbed, her ass was squeezed. She felt someone grab one of her hands and bring it to their obviously very wet pants crotch, though with so many people surrounding her, she couldn’t see who was doing this. Directly in front of her was a beautiful busty blonde milf in a lovely blue summer dress. She leaned in close to AJ, looking directly into her eyes with a playful look on her face. “Hi AJ.” She said with an evil smile. “I’m your biggest fan.” With that, the milf grabbed her head and pulled her in for an intense kiss, which AJ moaned and happily returned.

Behind her, Bayley positioned her toy against AJ’s pussy, as fans came to touch her too, but of course they treated her with much more respect, Bayley was the winner, after all. Two girls latched onto her breasts, sucking and licking and worshipping those perfect tits. AJ was too busy making out with the beautiful milf to notice this happening, and a good thing too, if she did see someone else sucking on her new mistresses breasts, she’d likely get very jealous.

Bayley slid her toy into AJ, and began fucking her over the guardrail. AJ moaned into her fan’s mouth. She was being touched by so many women… It was an amazing feeling, especially when you add being fucked by this goddess of a woman to the mix. Her squeals filled up her fan’s mouth, who absolutely refused to let AJ break the kiss. She could feel the older woman moaning right back, and noticed she had her hand under her own dress, pleasing herself.

Bayley began to fuck AJ harder, laying slaps down on her already reddened ass as she worked. AJ’s body quaked with excitement, and soon she was cumming again. She felt audience members climb under her to get a taste of the juice that was leaking out.

The milf finally broke the kiss, a delighted look on her face as she continued to rub herself under her dress. “I fucking love you, AJ.” She said with a demented grin. AJ had quite a few fans like her, the kind that were convinced they were meant for each other. Always in the front row for first cum matches for situations just like that.

As Bayley pulled AJ out of the crowd, the milf tugged her dress down, exposing her huge breasts as she continued to desperately rub herself off.

Bayley quickly removed her strapon harness, standing behind AJ and groping her breasts from behind as they both watched the woman bring herself to orgasm. “We put on a pretty good show, don’t we?” Bayley hissed into her ear in a way that made AJ shiver. “Yes Bayley.” Whimpered AJ, making sure Bayley understood that she was now completely submissive to her conquerer.

Bayley giggled and wrapped an arm around AJ’s hip, leading her to the exit ramp. “Shame these people won’t see what else I’m going to do to you for the rest of the 24 hours.” She said as they walked together.

At the top of the ramp, AJ stopped. “Bayley… Ma’am…” Began AJ, looking at the floor in an act of submission. “Does it have to end after our 24 hours are up? I’d love to keep being your toy…” She looked Bayley in the eye, giving her her best puppy dog eye look.

Bayley giggled and pulled AJ in for a longing, intense kiss, which garnered another scream of delight from the crowd. “Only if you’re a very good girl.” She responded as the kiss ended, before waving to the crowd one more time and disappearing backstage with AJ.

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*I’ll probably add another story of what happens backstage after the match and for the rest of the day later. For now let me know what you think! Please understand this is pretty much just a story meant to turn me on, and maybe some like minded people. If you felt it didn’t have enough of what you like that’s probably because I’m not as into it.*

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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

–

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.

–

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!

–

May 2360 – 101 years after landing on New Enceladus

New Kiev

retired Mayor Demitri Nivesku

–

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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