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

Chapter One: Rebecca’s Taboo Futa Discovery

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

October 13th, 2041 – Rebecca Woodward

Today, my half-sister turned eighteen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Even self-driving cars could have those.

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

“Yeah?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So was I.

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

“Yeah, Mom?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She ran out of breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I winked at her.

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

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

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

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

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

To the waistband of her pink panties.

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

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

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

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

“Yes!” she quivered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A preview for my throbbing cock.

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

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

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

Her eyes widened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I kissed her.

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

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

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

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

“Yes!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Such a treat.

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

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

“Yes!” I gasped and lost it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She just mewled.

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

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

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

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

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

She was keen to suck my cock.

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

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

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

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

“I took a shower,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I opened the door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I couldn’t believe this was happening.

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

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

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

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

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

She engulfed me.

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

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

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

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

Yet felt so wonderful.

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

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

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

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

She plunged two digits into my pussy.

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

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

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

She purred around my dick.

“I’m going to cum in your mouth.”

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

My ovaries brimmed with futa-cum.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I suckled.

Milk shot into my mouth.

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

“You’re lactating!”

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

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

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

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

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

I gulped it down with such hunger. It flowed down to my belly. My futa-dick ached and throbbed as I nursed. I couldn’t get enough of that wonderful treat. Her breast milk squirted into my mouth. I squeezed her tit, kneading it, causing the stream splash with more force into my mouth.

I let it fill my mouth then swallowed. The creamy treat flowed down to my stomach. The warmth spread to my pussy then down my hardening futa-cock. The ache began at the tip. That need to cum already building in me.

It was like her milk was replenishing me.

“Mmm, that’s it, honey,” cooed my mother. “Ooh, yes, yes. Isn’t that nice? You love it, don’t you?”

I whimpered about her nipple.

“Yes, you love Mommy’s milk,” she purred, stroking my hair. “Just like you did as a baby.”

I shuddered at how wrong this was. How taboo. That made this hotter. I suckled with hunger. Milk squirted into my mouth. My lips hollowed as I nursed with rampant delight. I suckled and drank more of her creamy treat. I gulped it down.

My dick was fully hard now, swinging between my thighs. I groaned, wanting to slide into her pussy. Into the pussy that birthed me. I wanted to enjoy that incestuous delight. Just slip into her and fuck her hard.

It would be incredible.

My heart hammered in my chest as I nursed. My cheeks hollowed. My tongue darted around her fat nub in between hungry suckles. She shuddered on the bed. Her hips wiggled back and forth. She ground against me. She rubbed her belly against my stomach.

My heart ached. My tongue darted around her fat nub. I licked and lapped at her. I savored this moment while this heady rush shot through me. I groaned, my futa-dick swaying before me. My cock twitched and throbbed.

I suckled harder on her. I loved how she gasped and moaned. My hand kneaded her tit. I filled my belly on her motherly delight while she shuddered on the bed. My left hand roamed down her body while my right milked her breast. I found her bush.

“Rebecca!” she gasped as I cupped her pussy.

Her silky pubic hair rubbed into my hand. I massaged her, grinding the heel of my hand into her flesh. She whimpered, the bed creaking as she shuddered on it. I loved how she moved. How her juices soaked into my hand.

I plunged my finger into her pussy’s depths. I churned her up. She whimpered and shuddered. Her pussy squeezed down around my digits. She quivered on the bed. She shook from side to side. I suckled with hunger on her. My cheeks hollowed.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, Mommy loves that. Yes, finger Mommy. Get me ready for your big, hard futa-cock.”

My dick throbbed. I suckled hard on her breast as I plunged my two fingers into her juicy pussy. That creamy treat poured down my throat as I suckled from her teat. Her pussy clenched around me. My thumb massaged her clit.

Her hand found my futa-cock. She gripped me as I nursed. She pumped up and down, making me shiver and ache. I nursed with hunger now. I wanted all of her milk spilling into my mouth. I churned up her pussy as I did it. I stirred around in her.

“Rebecca!” she howled. “Oh, Mommy needs her futa-daughter’s big dick in her! Mommy can’t wait any longer!”

I gasped as my mother seized my shoulder with her left hand and pushed me away. That popped my mouth off her nipple. She rolled me onto my back and followed me, her pussy squeezing around my fingers. I released her as she straddled me, her heavy breasts swaying. Her left nipple beaded with milk.

I had selfish ignored that tit.

I seized her boob and brought her hungry nipple to my mouth. At the same time, my naughty mommy guided my cock to her pussy. I shuddered at the incestuous contact of her silky bush and hot pussy lips kissing the tip of my clit-dick. I latched onto her nipple. Suckled.

Mom impaled her cunt down my girl-cock.

I groaned at the forbidden pleasure as my mother’s pussy engulfed my dick. I was back in the pussy that birthed me. My futa-mother fucked this cunt twenty-one years ago to make me. Her snatch clenched down on me while I suckled. Her milk flooded my mouth, pleasure rippling through my body.

“Mommy loves her futa-daughter!” she moaned.

The bed creaked as she lifted her pussy up my cock. Her tight cunt squeezed around my girl-dick. My toes curled. I whimpered around her nipple. I suckled with all my might, gulping down her girl-cum as she slid her pussy up my cock and then back down it.

My mother rode me with a hungry need. She swiveled her hips and worked her pussy up and down my cock. Pleasure throbbed through me. I groaned, my toes curling. This heat spilled around me. This wonderful pleasure bathed my dick.

“Yes, yes, yes,” my mom moaned. “Oh, Mommy loves you so much. Mmm, your futa-dick feels amazing in Mommy’s pussy.”

I whimpered about her nipple, suckling hard.

“Yes, yes, you love it, too!” She stroked my short, dark-brown hair as she rode me. Her pussy gripped me. “Oh, yes, yes, Mommy loves her futa-daughter’s big cock.”

The incestuous heat built and built in my ovaries. It was incredible. I suckled with all my might. Her milk squirted in my mouth. The bed springs creaked louder and louder as she worked that juicy pussy up and down my dick.

Stars danced across my vision. My right hand squeezed her left breast, milking her. I drank down her creamy treat, my futa-cock throbbing in her juicy pussy. My mother slammed her pussy down my cock, engulfing every inch of me.

Pleasure rippled through me. My left hand reached around to grab her plump rump. My dick throbbed in her pussy. This naughty thrill ran through me. My asshole tingled as my fingers explored into her butt-crack.

“Ooh, you naughty futa,” purred my mother. “Yes, yes, finger Mommy’s dirty asshole!”

I popped my mouth off her nipple and moaned, “I will, Mommy!”

I thrust my finger into her asshole. Her pussy clamped down on my cock as she rose up my thick shaft. The sudden pleasure caused my right hand to clench on her breast. Her white milk fired from her nipple and splashed hot on my cheek. I shuddered and latched my lips on my mother’s nipple.

I gulped down that wonderful breast milk while she worked her pussy up and down my girl-dick. My cunt grew hotter and hotter. My ovaries drank in all the incestuous sensations. My mother’s pussy worked faster and faster. She massaged me. Teased me.

I whimpered about her nipple. My orgasm swelled so fast. I couldn’t hold out much longer. I suckled and gulped down her milk. The heat warmed my belly and melted down to my molten cunt. My ovaries came closer and closer to an eruption.

Mom’s pussy worked faster and faster up and down my girl-cock. She clenched about me. This wonderful passion surged through me. I groaned as the heat rippled through me. My toes curled. I thrust a second finger into her bowels.

I released her nipple and stared up into her brown eyes. “Mommy! I’m going to cum.”

“Ooh, are you going to erupt into my pussy?” she asked. “Are you going to flood Mommy’s cunt with all that naughty futa-cum?”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, my heart hammering in my chest. I pumped my two fingers in and out of her bowels.

“Perfect,” she purred. She leaned down, her breasts pressing into mine, and kissed me.

I gasped and moaned into the kiss. Incestuous heat pumped through my veins. Her pussy clenched about my futa-dick as she rocked on top of me, working her juicy cunt up and down my shaft. She massaged me with her passion. Her hips wiggled back and forth, stirring me around inside of her.

I was drunk on this moment, kissing my mother as my orgasm swelled. I couldn’t hold out any longer. My fingers jammed deep into her asshole. My ovaries quivered. Her pussy slid up my dick while her nipples caressed my hard nub.

Then my mother slammed down my cock. Her tongue dueled with mine. I gasped into the kiss and exploded into her.

My incestuous futa-spunk fired into her pussy. I flooded my mother’s cunt with my jizz. She birthed me and now I pumped my spunk into her. It was so wonderfully wrong. I groaned into the kiss as the pleasure exploded through my body.

Stars burst across my vision.

Mom whimpered. Her pussy writhed and spasmed. She joined me in ecstasy. Her cunt massaged my erupting futa-dick while her nipples grew wet. Her milk leaked out of her as she shuddered on top of me.

“Rebecca!” she moaned, breaking the kiss. “Oh, Rebecca, you’re flooding me.”

“I am, Mommy!” I whimpered, the ecstasy and rapture pummeling my mind. It was incredible. I shuddered beneath her. “Ooh, this is so wrong.”

“I know,” she groaned and kissed me.

My tongue dueled with my mother’s. She trembled atop me, milking out the last of my futa-cum into her depths. I clutched her to me, loving the feel of her bountiful breasts against mine, the flavor of her creamy delight lingering in my mouth.

She could taste it, too.

Then she broke the kiss and held me tight. As the house groaned as it settled, I held her tight. I rolled her over onto her back and slipped my softening futa-dick out of her. I rested my head on her breasts, suddenly so tired.

“Mmm, Mommy loves you so much, Rebecca,” she purred. “Thank you for this.”

“You’re welcome, Mommy,” I groaned, drifting off into sleep. After cumming twice with my mother and once with Anya, I was feeling it pulling me down.

My mother hummed a lullaby and rocked me to sleep against her breasts. It was the best sex of my life. Wild and forbidden. I couldn’t believe I had made love to my mother. I was such a naughty futa.

She was amazing.

To be continued…

Lillian was a bad slut, and needs her Mistress to discpline her.

The Devil’s Pact Side-Story: Lillian Gets Spanked

Visit my blog at www.mypenname3000.com.

Notes: This takes place during Chapter 43.

Friday, November 8th, 2013 – Lillian Franks – Murano Hotel, Tacoma, WA

“Lillian,” Tomoyo greeted when I opened my hotel room door. She was one of the maids, and cute as a button with dark, slanted eyes and a petite body. I had enjoyed the teen and her tiny tits a few times. She was a screamer. “My Lady will attend to your punishment now.”

I had to suppress my grin. I had mouthed off during the meeting in the Matmown early this morning. Very early. Master and Mistress hadn’t gotten back from Nebraska until well after midnight. Mistress had promised to discipline me tonight and—

The Devil was using Master to get free.

My good mood almost evaporated at the thought’s intrusion. The Devil wanted to break free, and was using Master to do it. Now we were planning on attacking Lilith and capturing the bitch, and thereby thwarting the Devil’s plans. So long as Lilith lived, he was trapped. A surge of excitement exploded inside my stomach; I couldn’t wait to humiliate the demoness and pay her back for Karen’s death!

“If you will follow me, miss,” Tomoyo motioned. As if I didn’t know the way to Master and Mistress’s suite. It was just a floor above.

“Lead on, cutie,” I grinned, and reached under her skirt to give her naked ass a playful squeeze. Nice and firm. She tossed a sultry smile over her shoulder.

We passed Abigail, a gorgeous brunette maid, her heavy tits jiggling wonderfully in her mesh bodice, and her ass swayed beautifully beneath her skirt and ruffled petticoats. Tomoyo gave a furtive glance at the maid; her light-olive cheeks tinged with red.

I pulled her into the elevator. “So you’re sweet on hot, little Abigail?”

She looked down, perfectly capturing that sexy, demure posture of a geisha. Willow had a great eye for talent. Every maid was perfect. “She doesn’t even notice me.”

“Make her notice you,” I purred. “Attack her. Kiss her. Stick your hand down the front of her blouse and play with those delightful melons of hers.”

She looked so cute as her blush deepened. I wanted to press her against the elevator and devour her. Fuck! I had my punishment with Mistress, and after that I was going out with Violet and April. Tomorrow night, maybe? If I remember, I’ll trip her into my bed and ravish her. And maybe Abigail, too.

“I couldn’t do that,” Tomoyo moaned. “What if she pushes me away?”

“She won’t.” I pinched her ass. “You have such a cute vibe that just screams ‘ravish me.’ She won’t be able to resist. She’s a hot blooded-slut. Trust me!”

Abigail loved to dine on fish taco, and devoured mine for an hour straight two nights ago. The girl had an insatiable mouth. She’d eat little Tomoyo for breakfast. I wanted to see that! I pressed my thighs together, moisture trickling down my leg. Damn! I needed a nice cum.

Well, it was fun getting spanked by Mistress.

The elevator dinged. Two bodyguards, 49 and 50, guarded Master and Mistress’s suite. They were new guards that had joined after Brandon’s attack, and both were, of course, gorgeous. 49 was a stunning African American, with a pair of voluminous, ebony breasts about to fall out of her blouse, while 50 had bright, red hair that fell in curls around her more modest, though still lovely, chest.

49 slapped my ass through the very short, red-and-black tartan skirt I wore. “Naughty slut!” she grinned.

“All the time,” I laughed, and gave her a kiss on the lips. She may be new, but she fit right in with the rest of us horny women.

I adjusted my blouse, plain white, tied just below my perky, B cup tits. When I walked, they swayed and jiggled, my nipples pink shadows through the thin material. I ran a finger through my black hair highlighted with bright blue and purple, pushing a loose strand behind my ear.

“You look hot,” giggled 50. “Ma’am is going to thoroughly enjoy punishing you.”

I licked my lips, enjoying the cool, metallic feel of my lip piercing, and smiled. “I better not keep her waiting!”

50 opened the door, ushering me in. “She’s waiting in their bedroom.”

The suite was luxurious, and had several bedrooms, though only one was in use. Each of us sluts had our own suite, except Alison and Desiree who shared one. I strode across the room, putting on a suitably fearful expression. Mistress would love that.

I knocked softly at the bedroom door.

“Enter,” Mistress answered.

She sat at her vanity in a blue, silk robe. Her beautiful, auburn hair cascaded about her shoulders as she gently worked a long-handled brush through it. My asscheeks tightened. Is that what she’s going to spank me with? She didn’t glance at me, so I just stood there, my stomach slowly twisting in knots.

Another bead of pussy juice ran down my thigh. It tickled; I wanted to plunge my hand beneath my skirt and stroke my aching cunt. But, no, Mistress wouldn’t want that. She hummed, still brushing her beautiful hair. She shifted; the robe was open, and I could see the profile of her perky, freckled breast topped by a dusky nipple and the gentle swell of her pregnant belly. Perfection!

I shifted my hips, shivering as my thighs pressed against my burning clit. I could see a smile playing on her lips. Her nipples hardened, rising up like little, dark-pink shoots. My own nipples were hard, and when I breathed they rubbed pleasantly against the fabric of my blouse. Another tremble passed through me; I needed to cum. I needed to be punished.

Please, Mistress, please!

She never looked at me once, though her smile grew more and more pleased as my trembling became more and more pronounced. My thighs were drenched with my passion, and the air was thick with my tart aroma. I rubbed sweaty palms on my tartan skirt, then forced them to grasp my sleek thighs. I so wanted to shove my hands between my legs. I knew I would cum in a matter of seconds. No! You are her slut! It’s not your place to cum unless she wants you to.

But God, I so wanted to disobey her.

Finally, she carefully set her brush down, and stood up and turned, her green eyes flashing with admiration. I looked downward, full of remorse. Her smile grew more wicked. She shrugged, and her robe slipped to the floor; I feasted on her glory. She was the most beautiful woman in the world. Even before I became their slut, I had enjoyed my fair share of hotties, but they were all candles compared to her bonfire.

“Why are you here?” she asked, her fingers idly stroking her belly, just starting to show her pregnancy, before trailing down to play with her silky pubic hair shaped into a fiery heart.

“To be punished, Mistress,” I answered contritely, still looking down at her dainty feet. “I belittled my fellow slut.”

“And how should I punish you?”

“The hairbrush, Mistress,” I moaned, squeezing my thighs together. I was so hot. I could cum just by squeezing my aching clit.

“I want you to apologize first,” she smiled, stretching out on the bed.

I looked around. Was Violet here?

“With your tongue,” Mistress answered. “All over my body.”

“Oh, yes!” I sauntered to the bed. “I am so sorry, Mistress. Let my naughty tongue caress your heavenly body.”

I crawled onto the bed, grasping her soft hand. I brought her dainty fingers to my lips, and sucked. I worshiped them with my tongue like they were Master’s cock. Nibbling, sucking, licking. I rubbed her palm against my cheek, kissed her palm lines like I was reading her future, then nibbled her wrist. I moved up her arm, leaving a trail of smooches. Her skin was silk, and I could taste the perfume of her bathwater. Lavender and jasmine filled my nose, mixed with her spicy, sweet scent and my own tart musk.

I nuzzled her armpit, licking the bare skin, then worked my way around her neck. “I am so sorry, Mistress,” I cooed, then licked up to her ear and tongued her lobe. “I’m such a naughty slut.” She sighed. I kissed her forehead, eyebrows, her cute nose. I worked around her lips, down to her chin, and round to the right side of her face.

Then I kissed her lips. Gentle, chaste, brief. Her green eyes shone with passion, pupils wide with desire. Her tongue ran slowly across her lush lips, tasting me. I nuzzled her neck, kissing and sucking, and worked my way down her right arm, loving this limb as thoroughly as I loved her left.

“Lillian,” she purred as I sucked her finger. Her left hand slid through my black hair. “Keep apologizing! I want to know that you are truly sorry.”

I moved down to her left foot, licking the sole, then pressed the soft bottom of her foot against my face. She had such beautiful feet. I smooched up her arch until I sucked her big toe into my lips. I lavished all her dainty toes with my most sincere apology. My poor pussy ached, but that had to wait. My Mistress still wasn’t convinced.

“I am so, very, very sorry,” I groaned as I kissed up her calf. I licked at the crease behind her knee, then smooched down her inner thigh. “I’ll prove it.”

Her spicy, sweet scent threatened to overwhelm me as I drew nearer and nearer to her tight, flushed, and drenched pussy. Her breathing picked up, her perky breasts rising and falling as I neared her heat. I could just start to taste her cream staining her thighs, when I skirted around her pussy and followed the lines of her hips upward.

I reached her left breast and attacked her nipple.

“Oh, fuck!” she gasped, not expecting my sudden, aggressive maneuver. Her nipple was hard between my lips, and I sucked and nibbled and swirled my tongue. “You delicious, naughty slut!”

I switched tits, engulfing the entirety of her nipple and areola. My fingers stroked her skin, tracing the lines of her ribs, then the curve of her pregnant belly. I skirted down her pelvis, into her groin, and stroked the edges of her vulva. She groaned again, hips undulating.

She was ready for my full apology.

I pressed my cheek between her breasts, sliding down across the gentle swell of her belly. Her scent engulfed my nose, strong and full of her need. I nestled between her thighs, staring in awe at the perfection of her pussy. Her lips were just slightly parted, revealing her pink, inner depths, while her clit peaked out of its hood like a shy flower opening for the sun.

“Oh, yes!” she moaned, hips bucking, when I drank her flower’s nectar. “Apologize! Work that tongue in me! You fucking whore!”

I pushed my tongue in deep, sucking in her juices. She screamed, body quivering, as I brought her to orgasm after earth-shaking orgasm. I drank her nectar, sucked on her labia, shoved my fingers deep into her sheath, and nibbled on her clit. I did everything I could to show her the depths of my apology.

“You wonderful, dirty slut!” she moaned. “Eat me, whore! Oh, fuck! Keep making me cum!”

Her words were music to my ears. I was their slut. I lived to pleasure them. Her hands grasped my hair, pulling me tight against her pussy. She gasped and moaned, writhing against my lips. Her face twisted with passion, and her perky, freckled breasts jiggled as she heaved.

“Drink it!” she screamed.

Sharp, acrid urine flooded my mouth. I swallowed the nasty fluids streaming into my lips. Her hands held my face and forced me to drink her piss. It was so humiliating. My cunt let forth another fresh flood of juices that made the itch even more unbearable. I drank and drank; she must have downed a lot of water beforehand.

“Oh, fuck!” she groaned. “You dirty, nasty, pee slut! Oh, shit! Cumming! I’m cumming and pissing in your whore mouth!”

Spicy, sweet juices and piss flooded my mouth as she screamed and bucked, trying to drown me with shame and humiliation. I loved being her pee slut! The piss trickled to a few final squirts as she collapsed back on the bed. Her hands pushed me away, her pussy too sensitive. Panting, I sat on the edge of the bed, licking my lips. Pussy cream covered my cheeks and chin, running down to stain my blouse, and the acrid flavor of piss stained my lips. My own thighs were a flood of my passion, and I burned for a release.

“Get the hairbrush,” she ordered after a moment, standing up and walking to a plush chair with a high back carved of dark mahogany. Her spanking chair. She sat down with grace, her wonderfully perky and freckled tits swaying almost hypnotically. My lips ached to engulf her dusky nipple.

I grabbed the hairbrush and walked to her. “Please discipline me for being such a naughty slut, Mistress,” I cooed.

Smiling, she took it, and I draped myself across her lap like a good slut. My skirt lifted, cool air wafting between my thighs, bringing a minor amount of relief to the fire burning in my pussy.

“I am so sorry, Mistress,” I moaned. “Please, spank me! Teach me my lesson.”

“In time,” she purred. “I’m admiring the beauty of your ass and your shaved cunt. You are absolutely drenched. I bet you can’t wait to cum.”

“I can’t!” I moaned, then wiggled my ass, hoping to entice her.

“Not yet,” she ordered.

I waited, squirming on her lap. My fingers itched to plunge between my thighs or to pinch my aching nipples until I screamed. Fuck, why won’t she just start the spanking. I squeezed my thighs together. Please, please, please spank me. I can’t take this—

Spank!

I jumped; pain stung me. I gasped, “One, thank you, Mistress!”

My ass burned. So wonderful. I had been naughty, and I earned the pleasure of my punishment. The second blow landed on my other cheek. Harder, stinging pain raced through me. I gasped my count, and the third followed and a fourth. I felt so helpless, like when I had been a little girl, and a not so little teenager, pulled over Daddy’s lap. I missed him and all those wonderful times he crawled into my bed. Damn cancer!

Smack! The pain jarred me out of my memory.

“Five, thank you, Mistress!”

I loved it. Smack!

“Six, thank you, Mistress!”

My cunt ached. I writhed on her lap, my clit nudging her thigh. Smack!

“Seven, thank you, Mistress!”

I needed to cum. I needed to cum. Smack!

“Eight, thank you, Mistress!”

Oh, fuck, I need to cum so bad. I rubbed harder with my clit, humping her smooth thigh. Release! I need a fucking release! Smack!

“Nine, thank you, Mistress!”

My ass was completely on fire, and that just made the inferno between my thighs even more unbearable. My nipples were hard, rasping against my blouse, more fuel for my passion. Smack!

“Ten, thank you, Mistress!”

My voice was becoming hoarse with passion. I needed to cum! Smack!

“Eleven, thank you, Mistress!”

The door opened. “Well, well, well. If this isn’t a lovely sight.” I couldn’t see Master, but I could feel his boyish grin.

“Isn’t it?” Mistress asked, stroking my burning ass. Smack!

“Twelve, thank you, Mistress!”

“Her voice is becoming tiresome though. Why don’t you help me out, hun?”

“Naughty filly!” he laughed.

“Horny stallion!” she giggled.

He moved closer. They kissed. Long and noisy, full of their love and passion. Master sat on the bed next to the chair, his strong hand grasped my hair, and yanked my head up. His cock was hard, beading with pre-cum, and hovered right before my lips; I ran my tongue across them in anticipation.

“Master, I’m so sorry!” I moaned.

“Good!” he grinned, his blue eyes burning with lust. Then he roughly shoved my head down, impaling my mouth on his cock.

Smack!

I could only moan around the shaft pistoning roughly into my mouth. Master fucked my face like a wild stallion. His cock shoved painfully down my throat as Mistress rained blow after blow upon my ass. God, I fucking needed to cum so bad. I was their toy, and they were using me to satisfy their own cravings.

I wouldn’t have it any other way. Smack!

“Goddamn, Mare! Keep smacking her ass. Her throat constricts about my cock every time.”

Smack!

“Like that?” Mistress asked.

“Yeah! Keep doing that, Mare!”

Smack!

“Fuck!” Master grunted. Smack! “Fuck, yeah! Keep sucking, slut! Apologize with your dirty mouth!” Smack! “It’s all a filthy, dirty girl like you is good for!” Smack!

I groaned, throat tightening about his spearing cock. I was their filthy, dirty slut, and reveled in it! I humped faster against Mistress’s thigh. I needed to cum so bad. I would have done anything to get my release. Master grunted faster and faster, both hands holding my head in place as he fucked my mouth with wild abadonment.

“Fucking slut!” he grunted. Smack! “Oh, fuck!”

“Cum…” Smack! “…in…” Smack! “…her…” Smack! “…naughty…” Smack! “…mouth…” Smack! “…Mark!” Smack!

He did. My mouth filled to the brim with his wonderful spunk. Thick and salty. I swallowed, as Mistress kept spanking me. I felt like such a dirty girl. I loved it! Master gave one last grunt as one last blast of cum filled my lips, then he let go of my head.

His cock popped out; I coughed, gasping for breath. A drop of cum fell onto the floor. What a waste. “Thank you, Master, for your cum.”

“You’re welcome. What do you say, Mare, has she apologized enough?”

Smack!

She landed that last blow right on my cunt. I screamed and exploded. I bucked and moaned and yelled my passion. My innards contracted, waves of electric fire rushed through me. I thrashed so hard I slid off her lap, and fell into a quivering ball on the floor.

I had finally cum, and it was glorious. Passion kept rolling through my body, crashing into the pain of my throbbing ass, and forming a monstrous storm of rapture. I quivered, trembled, and shook. I reveled in it. This was the sort of pleasure a woman could only experience when she gave in to her inner slut! When the pleasure receded, I lay almost in a stupor, a smile playing on my lips.

“My naughty filly!” groaned Master as my awareness of the world came slowly back.

The bedsprings squeaked; flesh slapped together.

“I love riding my horny stallion!”

I stood up on woozy legs. Mistress rode him hard. They gazed into each other’s eyes, lost in their love and passion. I was merely their foreplay. And I wouldn’t have it any other way! I strolled to the door, a smile painted on my face and fire burning on my ass.

I was their slut.

Violet and April waited in the main room of their suite, grins on their faces. Both were dressed as naughty schoolgirls: April in a blue-and-purple tartan skirt and Violet in a pink-and-black, and the naughty slut didn’t even wear a top, just a matching tie dangling between her tiny tits reaching to the cute swell of her pregnant stomach.

“So are we still going out tonight?” April asked eagerly.

“Yeah?” muttered Violet. She didn’t seem as enthusiastic as her girlfriend.

“Hell, yeah!” I couldn’t wait to try out a ‘cum-rum’. “I know just the bar!” I had spent the afternoon making phone calls, making sure the right people would be there.

When Master and Mistress were caught up with each other, a slut had to find other ways to amuse herself. I hooked an arm around each of them. We were going to have a lot of fun tonight!

President Becky, the world’s first futa, engages in a wild bout of sexual diplomacy to win a key ally to her cause!

Chapter Four: Futa’s First Sensual Contest

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

April 17th, 2047

“For the next year or so, you had a good string of diplomatic success,” Adelia said as we neared the end of our interview on my life. As much fun as it was to talk about my life on my forty-eighth birthday, I was eager to finish this last segment. I needed a break.

But I still had to be positive and sexy, to let the world see me answer her questions without showing my fatigue. I had to be in control, presidential. “Yes, yes, the Dubai Accords were a smashing success, and I was so thrilled with how we handled the humanitarian crisis in the Democratic Republic of Congo. Though Russia continued resisting, I was bringing around the other nations.”

“Yes, you ‘seduced’ China with economic opportunities offered by your allies in Europe and South America, and Japan jumped in right from the beginning.”

“Yes, Japan was with me 100%. They always loved me. Plus, my futa-daughters I bred during my years living there were celebrities in their own right. A dozen of them had formed a J-Pop group that performed for my second inauguration,” I said. “But we’re not there yet, are we? I think I know what you want to talk about.”

“The Russian sphere, the remnants of the Eastern Bloc and those countries that, while independent from the Federation, still had economic and political ties back to Moscow,” Adelia said.

“Futas were gaining footholds almost everywhere else, but the Russians, particularly President Demyan Ignatov, didn’t want anything to do with us. But my daughters, Christina in particular, identified a weakness in their alliance. The most strident supporter of the Russian position was Vladislav Kokot.”

“The ‘President for Life’ of Slovenia,” Adelia said to the cameras and the studio audience. “He took advantage of the European Union’s collapse twenty years ago to install himself as all but a dictator in the Eastern European country.”

“Propped up by Moscow,” I added. “But if I could win him over, I would have the strongest Russian cheerleader on my side, kicking out the legs from beneath their alliance. Then I could deal with President Demyan Ignatov directly.”

“Smart,” Adelia said. “But I bet you didn’t expect that to happen when you came for your diplomatic visit.”

“That’s an understatement,” I said. “Back home, I was getting hammered by the remnants of the democratic and republican parties for ‘legitimizing’ a dictator by visiting Slovenia. But I had to do this. I had to win him over.

“I just didn’t expect the cost.”

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August 13th, 2038

“A fucking contest?” I blurted out to President Vladislav Kokot as he lead me out of the presidential palace onto its back lawn where a horde of Eastern European women waited naked and eager. “You want to have a fucking contest? With me?”

“Indeed,” Vladislav said, a big grin on his thick lips. He was a tall man and fit, his chest deep and broadly muscled. His Italian suit couldn’t hide his strength. This was a man who cultivated fitness. He had a thick mustache on his face, his hair dark, not a hint of gray. “The one of us who cums in the most amount of women in three hours, wins.”

“But you’re a man,” I said. “And I’m… well, me! Surely you know how much stamina I have.” I may be pushing forty now, but my futa-daughters threw orgies all the time, bringing in as many virgin, nubile girls for us to fuck as we could handle. Though they’d inherited my genes, they hadn’t inherited my unlimited stamina. I could cum and cum and cum. “No offense, Mister President, but you cannot compete with me.”

“See, that is the arrogance that we despise about you futanari,” he said. “You think you are here to supplant men, but I am here to tell you that we can compete with you. We can have as much stamina as you. Can cum as much as you. Impregnate as many women as you.”

“You think I’m here to supplant you?” I asked.

“You futanari will supplant the entire human race in a few generations if you’re not stopped,” he said. “If barricades aren’t erected to keep you out of sovereign nations. I will not give up without a fight. I will prove that men are superior to you today.”

“How?” I asked, shaking my head as I gazed out at the horde of women. “You know that’s physically impossible. Men have to recover. You have a refractory period before you can even get an erection again, let alone ejaculate.”

“The same way men have always conquered nature,” he growled, his hand shoving into his pocket. “Through the use of our minds.” He pulled out a thick, blue pill, a string of numbers and letters stamped into the side. “This is how I will beat you.”

“What?” I asked. “Is that Viagra?”

“This is superior to that. To Cialis. To all the male enhancement drugs.” He shook it at me. “With this, I shall have the same sexual prowess as you. We shall be evenly matched.” His grin grew, his mustache bristling on his upper lip. “Then we shall see if you futanari deserve to supplant us, or if us men need to do our duty, step up, and out breed you to protect our species.”

“Are you saying if I win, you’ll sign the Dubai Accords?” I asked. I had plans for those accords. Step one was to get everyone cooperating in a way that the UN had always failed to achieve. It was too mired in its bureaucracy. The Accords would be something better, a true foundation for a democratic government modeled off the United States Constitution.

A world government that respected the sovereign powers its member states the way the Federal government I ran had to respect the individual states sovereign rights and powers. I would deliver world peace to my futa-daughters and their descendants.

I owed them that.

“I will sign if you win.”

“Agreed,” I said, my girl-cock already swelling hard. “If you win, I shall withdraw the pressure I’m putting on the Russian Federation and her allies. You can manufacture that pill and see if men can truly out-breed my daughters and me.”

He nodded his head. “This is how evolution works. Will mankind adapt to the changing pressure, or will the new mutation carry the day?”

“Mutation, huh?” I asked, staring down at my cock swelling in my skirt. “Some people thing I’m divine. That God crated me, or Allah. Others think I’m a devil, an anomaly, that aliens created me. I’ve heard some crackpots claim I was created in the lab by the Illuminati.”

He grinned at me. “No, no, evolution produced you. It can happen, you know, rapid change in a species. It is not supposed to happen in a large, global population, but in isolation.” He shrugged. “But scientists can be wrong, particularity when they only have a handful of bones to study. Today, we shall find out who is superior.”

“You are an interesting man,” I said, trying not to like him. He had seized control of his nation and used its military to suppress any dissent. People who questioned him had a way of ending up in prison, but…

I had to work with him. Political reality was a murky thing sometime.

“Select two of your staff to be judges, and I will select two of mine, one watching each of us that way we can rely on their count,” he said.

I nodded my head. “Christina and Lola,” I said. “You got it.”

“Sure, Mom,” my daughters said. Lola gave her wife a quick hug, they were married two months ago, and darted towards me. Christine pushed up her glasses and took a statelier walk to me.

The president popped the pill into his mouth and swallowed it without any water. I arched an eyebrow at that. It made my own throat tighten just thinking about mimicking that feat. Then, together, we descended to the women who were all quivering in delight.

They were young, of course, between eighteen and twenty-five, their bodies lovely. A garden of delights from flat-chested girls with little A cups to busty girls that had to be F or even G cups, their bountiful tits overflowing their hands. Most had dark hair, a range of brunettes to raven-blacks, their faces delicate, skin pale with that Eastern European roundness and high cheekbones. Some had shaved pussies, others trimmed or with landing strips, while some had fierce bushes.

“Aren’t they all just lovely?” he asked. “They were all eager for it, all wanting to be bred by you because us men haven’t shown them our true prowess.” He shook his head in disgust. “Feminism has utterly ruined two generations of men.”

I arched an eyebrow at that but didn’t comment. I would show him my prowess.

“Most young men are raised to care about their feelings. To be sensitive, delicate, dainty things who consume too much soy and have no testosterone. No wonder women are needing something virile in their lives. Humans are sexual beings, President Woodard. Everything we do is about sex at some level. We’re not aware of it, but it drives men to success and women to be beautiful.

“All for this.” He spread out his arms. “For fucking. For rutting. You are re-invigorating our race. That is why you evolved. But it is time for men to seize back their place and show the women of the world that they can give them what they crave deep in their DNA.”

I blinked my eyes. He ranted like a cheesy villain in a B movie.

He loosened his tie while the women moaned around us. They were all touching themselves, eager for me. I was surprised they weren’t mobbing me. That could happen with women who had never been around me. They managed to have a great deal of discipline as their hands rubbed at their hot cunts, juices dribbling down their thighs.

I stripped, too. As Vladislav barred his broad, hairy chest, I slipped out of my blouse, my round, plump tits on display. Still firm despite my age. I had a fit body, in great shape. They said forty’s the new twenty, and I wasn’t quite that old. I had almost a full year left before my big 4-0 birthday.

A moan rose from the crowd as my skirt came off, my girl-dick cradled in a pair of pink satin panties with a white frill running across it. I loved the cut of this pair. It fit me well. I smiled at the women, winking at them as they stared at me with lusty hunger, the sun shining on their pale flesh.

“Mmm, I can feel it working already,” groaned Vladislav, his dick thrusting hard before him. For a man, he was hung. I blinked at that. He was almost as hung as one of my daughters, but I still dwarfed him.

I thrust my panties down. My clit-dick popped out, the tip flicking a drop of precum before me. It spun through the air while the Slovenian women moaned. Their passion echoed around me as I wiggled out of my panties, my pussy on fire. My blonde bush was soaked with excitement.

“Mmm, now we mount our beds,” he said as a group of soldiers in a strange pattern of camouflage, green and browns with some dark reds mixed in. It wasn’t the digital print style of my own armed forces. They set down the king-sized beds, saluted their naked president, then retreated, no doubt envious of the dictator.

“These women are all willing to sleep with you?” I asked as I sat on my bed, the pair of us separated by about twenty feet.

“Oh, yes, they understood,” he said. “They are being paid for it, too.” He grinned. “More than a few were willing yesterday for the first test. You might not get to breed them. They might already be pregnant with my strong sons.”

“Pity,” I said. “I was hoping to populate your country with my horny daughters.”

He threw back his head and laughed. His chest rose and fell. It highlighted the long, pale scar running across his torso half-hidden amid his curly chest hairs. “I like you, President Woodward. Yes, yes, a pity you are a futanari. We could have been friends.”

I shook my head as I took my position, kneeling on the bed, my dick thrusting out before me. It was a shame this was a race. There wouldn’t be time for any good foreplay, just hot and heavy sex, thrusting my cock into fertile pussies.

A gun shot cracked through the air.

Soldiers grabbed two women, pushing one at me, the other at Vladislav. Both women shrieked in joy, rushing forward. The girl going for the president did look eager. Maybe she was just horny because of me. Guys loved my orgies for that reason. All the girls were wet for me, but when I was busy, they needed someone to fuck.

“President Futa!” my brown-haired beauty moaned. She had round breasts that bounced as she hopped onto the bed, her pussy shaved. “I’m Branka! So happy fuck you!”

“And I’m so happy to breed you, Branka,” I said and flashed her a grin.

She threw her arms around my neck and planted a hot and heavy kiss on me. Her tongue dove into my mouth. I shuddered, mine dancing with hers. It was incredible to feel her breasts rubbing on mine, her youthful body quivering while my cock rubbed against her belly, the tip throbbing.

“Yes, yes, yes!” grunted the girl on the president’s bed, her short, black hair bouncing as he pounded her from behind. Her large tits bounced and swayed.

“Better get fucking, President Woodward,” he grunted as his heavy balls smacked into his woman.

I broke the kiss with Branka. “Just trying to make it fair for you.”

He laughed as he thrust away, gripping the girl’s hips. Meaty thwacks echoed through the air,the girl’s butt-cheeks rippling. Her heavy tits swayed, her nipples almost brushing the top of the blanket while she moaned out in Slovenia.

“Mmm, yes, fuck my pussy!” moaned Branka to me. “It is juicy pussy! You see! Make you cum hard. Make baby in me!”

“Yes!” I moaned. “A futa-baby. Get down on your hands and knees so I can fuck you hard!”

“Ooh, yes!”

Branka spun around, her brown hair whipping behind her, the ends caressing the tips of my nipples. Pleasure tingled out of me. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. It was such a delicious thrill to experience, making my futa-dick throb. Then she fell down onto her hands and knees, presenting that pump rump at me, her shaved pussy peeking between her thighs.

She had a tight slit, her vulva flushed with her arousal. Her juices gleamed on her smooth flesh, inviting me to love her. I grabbed my dick, feeling all the women’s eyes watching me, that horde of masturbating, moaning, eager creatures. Some were even loving each other, plunging digits into their friends’, or maybe even strangers’, hot snatches.

“Fuck me, President Futa,” whimpered Branka. “Hurry, hurry. You don’t want to lose, do you?”

“He’s a man,” I said, ignoring the brawny Vladislav fucking his busty girl hard. “We can enjoy ourselves.”

“If you say so,” she muttered then gasped as I pressed the tip of my cock against her pussy.

I might not get to enjoy any foreplay, but I didn’t have to pound her like a wild animal. I could make us both enjoy this so much. He might cum a few times, but his cock would flag. I had three hours of loving women ahead of me.

Branka moaned as I penetrated her. I slid my cock into her snatch. She whimpered, her hips shaking as her hot, pink flesh engulfed more and more of me. That silky delight slid around my shaft, embracing me in wet heat. I moaned, my throbbing tip drinking in the pleasure. My own cunt reveled in the heat flowing down my shaft, my juices flowing and soaking my bush.

“Damn,” I moaned as I bottomed out in her, savoring her delight.

“President Futa!” she moaned, her snatch clenching down around my cock. “That is so good.”

I smiled at her as she wiggled her hips, her plump ass jiggling. I popped my fingers into my mouth, sucking on them. I didn’t fuck her yet, just letting her get used to my dick being buried in her cunt. She whimpered, stirring her snatch around me. Then she rocked forward, sliding a few inches up my shaft before slamming back down me.

I moaned about my digits while her butt-cheeks rippled. She had such a cute ass. My cock throbbed in her. She threw a look over her shoulder, her round face twisted in passion. A bold nose twitched over her plump lips.

“Please, please, fuck me! Breed me!” She rocked again, her pussy caressing my dick.

I popped my fingers out of my mouth. “Mmm, I will. I will pump so much jizz into your snatch.” I pressed my fingers against her asshole, swirling it around. She whimpered, her snatch clenching on me. “I’ll give you such delight.

I thrust both my digits into her asshole.

“President Futa!”

Her bowels engulfed my fingers. I wiggled them in deep, feeling my own cock through the thin membranes of her flesh separating us. Now I drew back my cock, her asshole squeezing down on my digits. I stroked my own cock through her flesh, massaging my shaft before I rammed back into her.

My crotch smacked into her. My breast heaved. I moaned as the pleasure rippled through me. I savored it, the shouting around us, the women moaning, cheering us on. I would win this contest. I would show Vladislav that my cock was superior than his drug-enhanced dick and—

“Prekleto!” he bellowed, the unmistakable sound of a man grunting through his orgasm.

I groaned as the girl shuddered and slid off his cock. His cum dribbled out of her a moment later. His dick gleamed in the sunlight, coated in her juices. The girl stumbled off the bed while a soldier brought him a new one.

He was still hard.

“1-0, Slovenia!” a man boomed.

My hips slowed their thrusts as his cock stayed hard. I mean, I knew that was supposed to happen. That was what Viagra did. But Viagra didn’t allow a man to cum more than normal. It just kept his dick from going soft.

Not a big deal.

I plunged into Branka’s pussy again, thrusting faster, harder while a young woman with small titties sauntered to the bed, a big smile on her face. She threw herself on it, spreading her legs wide, her body quivering.

“Fuck me, President Kokot! Fuck me hard!” the girl squealed in English.

“Kurba!” growled the president before he fell on the slender thing and rammed his cock into her hard.

He fucked her with a furious passion, pounding her. I jammed my fingers in and out of Branka’s asshole in response. I plundered her pussy with my futa-dick. She moaned about me, both her hole squeezing down on my thrusting cock and digits.

Pleasure flowed down my shaft, bleeding into my pussy. My breasts heaved as I fucked the girl. She whimpered and moaned, her pussy growing hotter, juicier around me. Her brown hair swayed about her shoulders.

“Yes, yes, yes!” moaned Branka. “So good! You have good cock! Mighty cock!”

“And you have such a tight pussy and asshole!” I groaned, pumping in and out of her holes faster.

My dick drank in the silky friction of her pussy. I drove myself to my orgasm. My ovaries drank in the heat flooding into my cunt. My cum churned in side me, approaching a boil. I brought myself closer and closer to erupting into Branka and breeding her.

That ache built. That wonderful, amazing moment of spurting jizz. I pounded her hard now. She moaned, her pussy convulsing around my cock. She cried out in rapture, her juices gushing out of her as she came hard.

“Cum in me, President Futa!” she moaned. “Tie him! Let us win.”

“Yes!” I panted, slamming into her cumming snatch. I just needed a few more strokes.

“Prekleto!” roared the president.

My head shot over. My eyes bulged as the girl bucked beneath him, moaning and gasping in orgasmic bliss while his face was contorted, frozen in that moment of ejaculatory ecstasy. He was cumming in her!

In a moment, he was ripping her cock out of her. She moaned, her body rolling out of the way. I caught a glimpse of her black bush matted with pearly jizz before she stumbled off the bed, looking flushed and happy.

“2-0, Slovenia,” the voice announced.

The pressure suddenly hit me. He was already two women up on me. That urge to cum had suddenly evaporated in my ovaries and at the tip of my futa-cock. Despite Branka’s pussy convulsing about my clit-dick, I was suddenly nowhere near my orgasm.

What if he beat me? What if he showed the world that his cock, fueled by the Super Viagra, was superior to mine? What would that mean? My plan would only work if I could get Russia to sign the Accords. They were the last great nation resisting.

I needed to focus. To concentrate on this convulsing pussy wrapped about my futa-dick. I thrust forward, burying into Branka’s snatch. The brunette, Slovenia beauty rocked back into me, moaning and gasping.

“Cum in me, President Futa!” she begged, her pussy’s spasming slowing. “Please, please, I just need it.”

“I’m getting there,” I muttered, struggling to feel that ache building and building at the tip of my futa-dick.

I was in hot pussy. I should be able to do this. Why couldn’t I do this? I had never had problem with my futa-cock before. Everyone was looking at me. All these girls were chanting and moaning, masturbating themselves or fingering each other. They all wanted my futa-cum. I had to give it to them. I had to beat this disgusting, misogynist man beside me.

“Ooh, President Kokot!” gasped a girl with round breasts and pierced nipples. “Ram big cock in me! I cum so hard!”

“Yes!” he groaned, slamming into her. “I’ll fill your pussy with so much jizz.”

I had to ignore him. Just concentrate on Branka’s sweet snatch. On how amazing she felt around my futa-dick. I thrust hard, my tits bouncing, my blonde hair swaying about my shoulders. My dick pumped in and out of her juicy snatch. Her silky flesh caressed me.

Branka felt good around me.

So tight and fertile. She needed me to breed her. I had to pump my cum in her and fill her to the brim with so much spunk. Nothing else truly mattered but that. I just had to ram into her. Make her cum on my futa-dick again.

She needed to explode on my cock. It would be incredible. She would milk me and I would spill into her. I shoved my hand around her waist. I slid down her shaved pubic mound and found her clit. I massaged her little bud.

“President Futa!” she gasped, her snatch squeezing around me, so hot and silky. “Please, please, cum in me. Breed me. Plant futa-baby in me!”

“I will!” I moaned. “Just a little more.” That ache built and built. I could do this.

“You nasty Kurba!” growled the president. “You cumming already.”

“I prime pussy, President Kokot!” the round-breasted girl moaned. “Yes, yes, flood me with your cum.”

“Almost there!” growled the president.

I grit my teeth. I pumped so hard, that pressure building. Just a few more strokes and I would erupt in her. I was hitting that wonderful point of no return. My hips hammered Branka’s pussy while my fingers danced along her clit, stimulating her, making her gasp and moan.

My strokes were hard, my crotch slapping into the girl’s rump. Her butt-cheeks jiggled. My tits smacked together as they heaved. My entire body felt flushed. My pussy juices flooded down my thighs I was so wet. So eager to—

“Prekleto!” grunted Vladislav as he came in the girl again.

“Yes!” she squealed.

“Fuck!” I snarled. I squeezed my eyes shut as everyone cheered and shouted around me.

“3-0, Slovenia,” the damned announcer proclaimed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I snarled.

“What’s the matter?” Vladislav taunted as he stretched out on his back, his dick hard, thrusting wet from his crotch. His black pubic hair was matted with pussy cream. A busty girl, in her mid-twenties, darted forward, her hands holding her tits against her chest to keep them from bouncing. “Having issues?”

“No!” I snarled, thrusting into Branka’s pussy, my finger dancing on her clit.

I could do this. I could cum in her.

“President Futa!” Branka squealed, her pussy writhing about my dick. I shuddered, feeling that wonderful delight of a hot, fertile pussy sucking at my ovaries. She whimpered in need. “Breed me!”

My body responded. Finally. I buried into her and gasped at the delight exploding in me. I finally came. “Take it, slut! Take my cum!”

My body shuddered. An angry explosion of rapture burst out of my cunt while my futa-dick unloaded blast after blast of my girl-jizz into Branka’s nubile depths. Her pussy milked me as my ovaries unloaded into her.

“3-1, Slovenia!”

I had never had such a hard time cumming in a girl. Nearly twenty-one years as a futa, and that had never happened to me. I was always potent. I always came. Today couldn’t be any different. I had to cum and cum and cum because I was already two behind. And that busty girl was riding Vladislav fast and hard.

I had to win this!

“Yes, yes you will cum so hard in me,” she cooed as he fondled her big tits. “You will flood me, Mr. President. Give me so much of your jizz.”

“Yes, then I will breed all the other women here. I will give you what the famed futa can’t.”

I grit my teeth. I had to do something to catch up. I needed to get my mojo back. An idea struck me when Branka crawled off my dick, her pussy slipping off my shaft with a wet plop. Immediately, my pearly jizz leaked out of her.

I needed a distraction.

“Don’t go,” I groaned, grabbing Branka’s arm. “I need you to help me out.”

“Yes!” she moaned.

I rolled onto my back as my second girl arrived, a petite think with flowing, black hair, her breasts small handfuls. She had a landing strip of dark fur leading right to her tight, girlish slit. Her vulva was puffy, her juices glistening as they dribbled down her thighs. She was barely legal and eager to be bred.

“My turn!” she moaned, hopping onto the bed and crawling towards me, her dark eyes bright. “I’m Lidija, President Futa.”

“Ride me,” I moaned. “And Branka, sit on my face. Let me eat that creampie.”

“Naughty futa!” moaned Branka.

As Lidija straddled my waist, Branka straddled my head. She lowered her pussy to my waiting lips. Before she reached it, my cum bubbled out of her pussy. It landed on my mouth. I groaned at the flavor of my own salty cum seasoned by her sweet juices. Then her hot, shaved snatch was pressed against my face at the same moment that Lidija rubbed the tip of my dick up and down her pump vulva.

She impaled her cunt down my shaft.

I moaned into Branka’s pussy, her legs pressing on the side of my face, on my ears, as I feasted on her. The world grew muffled, letting me concentrate on eating her snatch. I stared at her plump rump, my tongue digging through her snatch and gathering the futa-jizz out of her delicious hole.

My futa-dick ached and throbbed in Lidija’s tight pussy. She didn’t have a hymen, but I swear she was still a virgin with how tight that sheath was. Her silky cunt clung to my dick as she rode me, working that pussy up and down my cock.

“Ooh, yes, yes, ride the president’s cock,” Branka moaned, grinding her twat on my face, her juices spilling down my chin. “She give such good pleasure.”

“Yes!” Lidija moaned, her snatch squeezing around my dick. Proving things could get so much tighter for me.

My eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure flowed through me. Her hips wiggled from side to side, stirring her snatch around my girl-dick. I moaned. The pleasure was incredible. It was such a treat to experience.

I licked more and more of my futa-cum out of Branka’s sweet snatch, my tongue digging deep into her as I enjoyed Lidija’s tight snatch sliding up and down my dick. My futa-cock ached. My pussy clenched. The pleasure built and swirled around my ovaries, a new load of cum ready to erupt out of them and spill into the girl’s depths.

“Yes, yes, yes,” moaned Branka. “Breed her, too! Like you bred me, President Futa!”

“I want your baby so desperately much!” whimpered Lidija. “Yes, yes, your futa-daughter. Put it in my belly!”

“Yes!” I moaned into Branka’s pussy.

The world became just these two girls. I just had to please them. Love them. Make them cum, then I’d erupt into Lidija’s silky snatch. The pressure built at the tip of my cock. When she slid up me, she sucked at my ovaries. It felt incredible. It had me dizzy with delight. I moaned into Branka’s snatch, coming close and closer to erupting.

“4-1, Slovenia,” the announcer shouted, barely audible over the rush of blood in my ears.

I didn’t care. I was Becky Woodward, the worlds first futa. I would cum in this girl’s snatch while making Branka explode for a third time. I sucked on the girl’s clit, making Branka squeal as she shuddered atop me, my pussy aching in Lidija’s pussy.

Lidija moaned louder and louder. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter as she worked it up and down my shaft. She slammed down me, leaning forward, shifting how her pussy caressed my dick. She rose up me, squeezing hard.

The pressure was incredible. My toes curled. I moaned about Branka’s clit.

Then Lidija’s pussy went wild about my futa-dick. Her hot flesh convulsed. I whimpered, the heat slamming through me. She was cumming on me. Her snatch was writhing about my futa-cock. The pleasure was incredible.

I nipped Branka’s clit with my teeth.

“President Futa!” both girls moaned.

Hot juices squirted into my mouth. A sweet flood. Lidija’s pussy massaged my cock as she kept riding me, eager for my cum firing in her depths. I had to deliver. I had to give her what she needed. My ovaries clenched.

I exploded.

The rapture fired out of my clit-dick. It slammed into my mind as I gulped down Branka’s sweet cream mixed with traces of my salty spunk. My futa-jizz fired into another Slovenian girl’s fertile pussy, breeding her, giving her such a wondrous treat.

“4-2, Slovenia,” the announcer cried out.

I was gaining.

“President Futa!” Branka moaned, falling off of me.

Sounds crashed back into my ears. People were cheering, moaning, gasping. I could do this. I had fucked my political opponents on a national debate. I cuckolded the British prime minister then overcame the drug killing her sex drive. I made the queens of Saudi Arabia into my whores while their king cheered me on.

I could out-fuck Vladislav!

“Who’s next?” I cried out as Lidija pulled herself off my cock, my cum spilling down her thighs.

“Me!” a sultry voice purred. A willowy beauty with big tits and curving his purred. She had a bob of short, black hair about her round, angelic face. “I’m Avgusta.”

“On your hands and knees,” I panted. “I am going to fuck your ass so hard!”

“Yes, President Futa.”

To my delight, Avgusta nuzzled into Lidija’s pussy, licking out my cum as she wiggled her hips at me. Her ass was curvy and sexy, her bush soaked with her juices. I didn’t have to breed the women. I just had to cum in them.

On the other bed, Vladislav fucked his fifth woman hard, his body drenched in sweat. I grinned. I could do this.

I rammed my girl-dick into Avgusta’s asshole. She squealed as I sodomized her with my pussy-soaked dick. Her bowels wrapped about my cock, squeezing down on them as I buried to the hilt in her in a single plunge. My crotch smacked her bubbly ass, sending ripples across her butt-cheeks.

“You’re my anal slut!” I hissed as I pumped my cock hard into her asshole. I was on fire. “Say it!”

“I’m your anal slut, President Futa!” howled Avgusta. Her bowels squeezed around my cock, that velvety grip a delightful change from being in pussy.

Something different to inspire me.

I pounded her hard and fast. I reamed into her bowels over and over again. I pumped hard, my tits heaving. They slapped together as my world was this tight, hot sheath. Her asshole clenched and relaxed as she moaned into Lidija’s snatch.

“Yes, yes, cum in her,” the petite girl moaned, squirming on the bed. “She loves it. She’s your anal slut.”

“Yes!” I moaned.

“Your anal slut, President Futa!” Avgusta moaned. “Cum in my asshole! Fill me with your jizz!”

It was so incredible to hear. It inspired me. My futa-dick throbbed and ached. My pussy drank in the pleasure. That velvety delight burned around my cock. I licked my lips, soaked in Branka’s sweet pussy juices, and reamed Avgusta’s ass as hard as I could.

I fucked her with no reservations. I held nothing back. My dick plunged into her anal sheath hard and fast. I buried to the hilt in her again and again. I wanted her gasping, moaning. I wanted her whimpering out in ecstatic need.

She feasted on Lidija. She devoured her as I buried to the hilt in her asshole again and again. I smacked her rump, leaving a bright handprint before I buried into her again. She moaned, her back arching.

“President Futa!” she howled. “Oh, yes, President Futa, I’m going to cum!”

“Of course you are!” I hissed. “You’re my naughty anal slut!”

“I am!” she moaned.

That wonderful moment hit her. I buried into her as she cried out. Her bowels writhed around my dick, massaging the sensitive end of my cock. My clit-dick’s crown drank in that velvety delight. Her flesh sucked at me, making my ovaries twist.

She kept licking Lidija as she cried out in rapture. She came just from my dick plunging into her asshole. That was how good I was at fucking a woman. My pussy clenched. My ovaries grew hotter and hotter.

“Fucking, yes!” I howled as I buried into her asshole. “Take my futa-cum, anal-slut!”

My jizz erupted.

“You’re cumming in me!” Avgusta howled.

Her bowels milked my cock. Pleasure slammed into my mind. A euphoric wave that had the world spinning around me. My futa-cock throbbed and pulsed. My pussy convulsed. I pumped her asshole full of my jizz.

I buzzed on rapture. I threw my arm up in success. I was gaining on Vladislav. He glanced over me as he fucked his girl, his face flushed, his mustache quivering on his upper lip. I grinned at him as I ripped my cock out of Avgusta’s asshole.

“4-3, Slovenia!”

Elizabeta was next. She hopped onto the bed, spread her thighs, and showed off her juicy pussy. “Ram your dirty dick in me, President Futa!”

“You wicked slut!” I moaned and buried my cock into her snatch.

I buffed my dick clean in her tight pussy. I pumped away, ramming into her as Elizabeta’s tits bounced and jiggled. She had big, soft mounds. I squeezed them, loved them as I rammed into her pussy.

She cleaned my dick with enthusiasm. She polished my shaft with that juicy snatch as my orgasm built and built in me. It swelled so fast. I was on a roll. I was unstoppable. I would flood her snatch and breed my third Slovenia woman. I would pump her naughty cunt so full of my jizz.

“5-3, Slovenia!” the man announced.

A panting Vladislav rolled onto his back, his cock thrusting up still hard. His hairy chest heaved as his next girl, a slender brunette with round tits, mounted him. She impaled her cock on him as he groaned.

I grinned at him and buried to the hilt in my girl. I erupted. Her pussy convulsed about me, milking me up while I rode the high of another amazing orgasm. I buzzed in rapture as her spasming delight finished buffing my dick clean.

“5-4, Slovenia!”

“I’m catching up,” I purred.

“Tristo kosmatih medvedov!” he growled.

My next girl, Damijana, was a petite thing, short and with puffy breasts, a thick, black bush between her thighs. I pounced on her, pressing my tits against her small, budding mounds. I kissed her hard on the mouth and fucked her hard.

She quivered beneath me while Vladislav’s bedsprings rasped and he grunted like a wheezing pig. I loved it, reveled in the tight pussy wrapped around me. In no time, Damijana’s snatch was convulsing around my cock, milking me.

I reached heaven again.

“5-5, tied,” the announcer said, some of his enthusiasm gone.

Maja rode me hard, her round titties bouncing. She worked that heavenly pussy up and down my cock, a naughty grin on her face. Her brown hair bounced in a pair of pigtails around her while dimples shone in her freckled cheeks.

“Finally!” growled Vladislav.

“6-5, Slovenia!” the announcer said, gaining his excitement.

“Mmm, cumming, what a great idea!” I moaned and then erupted into Maja’s snatch. Her pussy went wild about me.

“Yes, yes, yes, you breed me!” howled Maja as the pleasure spurting out of my futa-cock slammed into my mind.

“6-6, tied,” the announcer said, still sounding hopeful.

I was feeling tired. I couldn’t believe it, but I had been fucking hard. My heart pounded, my breath heavy. But I could keep it up. Vladislav looked even more exhausted then I did. That kept me going. His endurance was pharmaceutical. I was all natural.

He couldn’t defeat me.

Our seventh girls arrived at almost the same time. Mine was a girl with bleached-blonde hair and a round face brimming with excitement. Slava was eager to be fucked. While Vladislav remained on his back, letting his busty girl ride him, I was interested in other delights.

I fucked Slava hard up the ass. I sodomized her while holding onto a fistful of her hair. She moaned and gasped and exploded on my dick. Her asshole writhed about my cock, sucking at my ovaries.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled, staring at Vladislav as he rubbed his hands across his sweaty face, his girl bouncing on his dick, whimpering as she rubbed his chest. “Take my cum, Slava!”

“President Futa!” screamed my seventh girl. My jizz exploded into her asshole.

And I exploded into the lead.

“6-7, America,” the announcer said, his voice lacking any energy.

I cleaned my dick off in Zvezdana’s pussy. I plundered over and over into the girl as I fucked her from behind. She was pinned on her stomach, groaning and gasping as her juicy snatch buffed my dick clean of Slava’s asshole.

“Come on, Valentina,” moaned Vladislav. “Make me cum!”

“I try!” she moaned, working her pussy up and down him. “My legs grow tired.”

“You can do it!” he growled. “You make me cum, and you get an extra million tolars!”

I grinned as I unloaded into Zvezdana’s cunt. I pumped her full of my jizz, breeding her with all my spunk. It felt incredible. I savored it. The pleasure flowed through me. It reinvigorated me, holding back that lethargy.

“6-8, America,” the dejected announcer grunted.

I had Rozalija ride my dick next. She worked her tight pussy up and down my cock while her round breasts bounced before me. The entire time I stared at Valentina gasping and moaning, trying to coax Vladislav to cum in her pussy.

“Just unleash your cum into my juicy snatch,” Valentina moaned. “Breed me.”

“Trying!” he grunted.

“You breed me, President Futa!” Rozalija gasped as she slammed down my dick.

“Oh, yes!” I moaned.

Rozalija came like a firecracker. Her pussy convulsed around my futa-cock. That wonderful pleasure surged through me. My eyes widened. I thrust up into her, my ovaries unloading my ninth load of cum of the contest, spilling so deep into her.

“6-9, America…”

“Tristo kosmatih medvedov!” snarled Vladislav. “Make me cum!”

“Trying!” the girl muttered.

“Mmm, maybe this will help,” I moaned, feeling so wild. I ignored the tenth girl brought out to me and rolled off my bed.

My legs felt rubbery as I rushed over to Vladislav. He glared at me as I mounted the bed. I thrust my pussy-soaked cock right at Valentina’s mouth. The busty woman stared at my dick. Her tongue flicked across her lips.

Then she engulfed my futa-dick. I moaned as she sucked on my girl-cock. She cleaned off Rozalija tart pussy with such hunger. Valentina grasped my hips, her fingernails biting into my flesh as she sucked with all her passion.

“You can’t do this,” Vladislav moaned.

“I’m just taking a break,” I said, winking at him. “All this fucking is exhausting.”

The look of utter defeat on Vladislav face was such an inspiring sight.

My futa-cock spurted. My ovaries responded to Valentina’s hunger. I pumped her mouth full of my futa-jizz. She moaned, sucking on it, gulping it down. Her big tits swayed as she squirmed atop the dictator.

A wave of euphoria swept through me. I threw back my head as I stole his woman. I gave her what she craved. I pumped her mouth full of my futa-cum. I was now three orgasms ahead of Vladislav. I didn’t care if this one didn’t even count.

“Yes, yes, yes!”

“You won,” Vladislav groaned, panting. “I can’t… My dick hurts. I am done. Get off me Valentina. My balls are drained.”

I smiled, ripping my futa-dick out of Valentina’s mouth. My cum had spilled over her chin, glistening in the sunlight. The busty girl slid off of his cock. It was limp, the tip looking swollen, almost raw.

“Futanari…” he panted. “You are superior to men.”

“You’ll sign the Accords,” I groaned, so dizzy from all that fucking. I wanted to pass out.

“Yes,” he said. “Slovenia stands with you.”

“Now you breed me, President Futa,” moaned Valentina, the girl grabbing my aching cock. I was still hard. “I need baby! You put baby in me, yes?”

“Yes,” I panted and fell on her. My day wasn’t over with. So many women here to breed, to get a foothold for my futa-daughters in the Russian Bloc.

Sometimes, being president meant work, work, work.

Of course, it was pleasurable work. Valentina was tight and hot and juicy about my futa-dick.

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April 17th, 2047

“What an amazing contest,” Adelia said. “It’s so great to hear your perspective on it. I know the world was rooting for you, but…”

“You were getting worried?” I asked her, shifting on the loveseat before the live studio audience. I patted her knee, my pale hand contrasting with the rich, caramel hue of her skin. “So was I. That pill was something else, but it didn’t let him out-fuck me. He realized that I was superior.”

“What did you do afterward?”

“I slept for ten hours,” I said. “I felt like I need more. It was intense. I was so focused and, well, I wasn’t nineteen any longer. I didn’t quite have as much stamina as I used to.”

“The Russians weren’t happy, were they?”

“Nope,” I said. “They were having political upheavals, and along I came kicking out one of their supports right before I made my first state visit to Moscow.” I leaned forward. “But I wasn’t prepared for what I found in the Kremlin.”

“I imagine that was quite the shock,” Adelia said. “It’s amazing how fast things can change.”

I nodded my head, eager to talk about the next event in my presidency.

To be continued…

Set in a world where history diverged from ours in the 19th Century. Those who have are determined to keep it. Those who have not, try to survive. Exploitation is a fact of life. In the aftermath of the second world war, ordinary people finally got the vote. Some talk of a fairer society. But here are hidden forces who are determined to return things to the way they were.

Sophie makes the mistake of bringing the horror home with her.

“Oh God! Please! No more!”

Sister Olivia was sobbing on the floor, having woken up in the church for another night of torture. She still believed this to just be a recurring nightmare. Xavier strode towards her, a hungry gleam to his eyes. He gave her a hard kick, knocking her onto her back and then setting his foot on her throat.

“That’s right, keep begging. Beg for mercy.”

She tried to push him off her, struggling to breathe. “Please, I just want this to stop! I don’t want to suffer anymore!”

“The suffering will never stop, not as long as I can laugh at your screams and lick up your tears. Now, let’s see how long it will take for you to beg for death.”

He took a few steps back and snapped his fingers. Her nightgown and underwear was burned off her body, and from the ceiling and walls, hooked threads lunged for her like the tongues of frogs. The hooks all dug into her skin like sutures, each one an inch apart, making her cry out in full-body agony. The ones going through her nipples and labia hurt the most. Heightening the volume of her screams, the threads all became taut, and as one, lifted her into the air. She hung above the pews, blood streaming from her wounds. Every drop caught the light of the surrounding candles like a molten ruby, while the web of threads almost looked like the wings of a demented angel. Her eyes were rolled back into her head, her mind struggling to retain its sanity. Xavier stood under her, opening his mouth and catching the drops of her blood on his tongue like they were snowflakes.

Reaching into his coat pockets, he pulled out two metal dildos, connected by a wire. He inserted them into her ass and pussy, and by holding the wire, channeled a violent electric current into the sex toys. Sister Olivia screamed and thrashed as a near flesh-melting charge was driven into her rectum and her cervix. The shock to her genitals invoked something that could not be called an orgasm, but made her give a similar cry, regardless of how agonizing it was. Electrocution was one of Xavier’s favorite methods of torture, especially to the erogenous zones.

The charges dropped and jumped like a heartbeat, pulsing through her muscles and making her jerk. Every time she moved, she inadvertently pulled against the hooks in her skin, widening the injuries. It didn’t take long for her to rip free of one, and like an opening zipper, it caused a domino effect in which her weight overpowered the hooks’ hold on her. In a vast splatter of blood, over a hundred deep cuts were opened across her body from the hooks ripping free. She fell to the floor with the entire front of her body as a shredded mess. Only her face remained recognizable.

Xavier snapped his fingers and her body was fully healed, leaving her in utter shock from the indescribable pain she had just suffered. “Don’t tell me you’re tired already? You know we still have hours left before you need to wake up.”

The next night, Sister Olivia was on all fours, crawling with bibles from the pews stacked on her back. She was wearing horse blinders with a gag in her mouth, and weights were hanging from her pierced nipples and pussy lips. She was sobbing as the metal spheres pulled on her, struggling to maintain her balance. Every “step” she took was agony, but she couldn’t let her balance falter. She reached out with her hand, but went out too far. The swinging of the weights on her nipples made her flinch, causing one of the bibles to fall off.

‘Oh no! Oh God, no!’

It hit the ground, and with it, the end of Xavier’s cattle prod was pressed to her rear end. She collapsed as the shock ravaged her, screaming in agony. He ground it deep into her soft flesh like he was putting out a cigarette, laughing as he did so. “Bad girl, you let them fall. Your posture is a disgrace.”

He gave a twirl of his finger and she was pulled back up onto all fours and the bibles returned to her back. “Now, again.”

Trying not to shake her body, she gave a tearful nod and continued crawling. A new burn wound was forming on her ass, one of countless others from the hour spent in this horrible exercise.

The night after, Sister Olivia was hovering in the church, her limbs outstretched and unmoving. She was rotating as if in a gyroscope, while above her, a hundred candles burned. A glob of liquid wax fell from one of the candles and splattered on her hip, making her whine. It felt like a drop of burning gasoline. Another one fell, this one hitting her face. For every one that made its mark, dozens missed her by mere centimeters and fell down to the floor.

Xavier was below her, watching with a grin. “Tell me, which is worse? The pain?” A red blot splattered on her areola, just barely missing her nipple. She cried and tried to pull at her invisible bonds, feeling the wax searing the tender skin. “Or the anticipation? At any moment, one drop could fall and land right in your eye.”

She continued to turn, and above her, the top of one of the candles gave way like a mudslide, and a tablespoon of molten wax splashed across her ass.

“That’s how your students felt, wondering when you would snap and take out your irrational rage on them. You see, that’s the difference between us. Your sadism goes hand in hand with your temper and thin skin. Speaking of thin skin…” Olivia whimpered as several drops hit her face, peppering her like freckles. One had hit her eyelid and she was blinking to try and cool it. “Oh, yeah, the face hurts the most. The skin is really thin and filled with nerve endings. It’s why face tattoos are so rare, even amongst the most devoted ink enthusiasts.”

She screamed as drop hit her left labia lip, hurting her even more than the ones across her face.

“While me, I’m always in control. People aren’t my victims; they are my toys. But you…” He swirled his fingers, causing all of the candles to overturn. A sheet of melted wax poured on her, scalding the front of her body. Her breasts and pussy felt like they were being burned off and her clitoris felt like it was being jabbed with a car lighter. “You’re my punching bag.”

Blood was pouring onto the floor, with Olivia wondering how much she would have to lose before she died. She was hanging from the ceiling with shackles around her wrists. Xavier was using his powers to restore her blood reserves, keeping her alive and conscious. Dangling from his fingertips were wires, formed from his own body. He swung one hand and whiplashed her with the wires, controlling their movements and increasing their weight. She cried out as five cuts opened across her breasts, as if he had just slashed her with box cutters.

“A strange feeling, isn’t it? The feel of a blade cutting your flesh? It stings, like when you drag your fingernail across a sunburn.” He slashed her again, this time across the thighs. Her legs were completely painted with blood. “Can you feel the weight of your skin pulling at the cuts? Spreading them apart?”

He delivered several deep cuts on her wrists, severing every vein. Grinning, he used his powers to not only restore her blood as it was lost, but produce more and raise her blood pressure. The crimson fluid was spraying from her wrists, drenching her in a shower. She tried to see through it all, feeling it turning her hair into sticky rope. She could feel the pressure in her veins, in her brain. Her heart didn’t know what to do with all the blood, whether to slow down or speed up.

“Then there is the next layer of pain. It comes from your own body, the sting of the salt in your blood and sweat. Ironic, isn’t it?”

Letting himself become drenched, Xavier leaned in and began slurping up the blood off her tits like it was melted ice cream, indulging his demonic thirst. He then crouched down, letting the blood run down his throat as he licked her pussy. “Ah, delicious. The taste of a virgin woman.”

In his hand appeared a wineglass, which his used to collect the blood pouring from her wounds. He took a few steps away, drinking from the glass gluttonously and then pouring it on his face. “To people like you, blood is repulsive. That salty, iron taste. But to people like me… well, I don’t think “people” is the right word… blood is delicious. It’s sweet as sugar, like tea almost.”

Turning back around, he threw the glass at the statue of Jesus at the back of the church and struck it in the face. Once he had had his fill, he stood back up and swung both of his arms. Obeying his will, the wires wrapped around Sister Olivia’s body in the tortoiseshell formation.

“Watch out, folks! Rows 1 through 4 are a splash zone!”

He pulled on the wires in a sudden, violent jerk. The binds sheered through her skin and the walls of the church became splattered with gore.

Sister Olivia wandered back and forth in her bedroom, muttering prayers to herself to try and stay awake. It was three in the morning but she refused to let herself fall asleep. If she didn’t sleep, she couldn’t dream, and if she couldn’t dream, that man couldn’t get her. She didn’t care how long she had to stay awake; she couldn’t handle another night of torture. She rubbed her eyes, trying to ease the stinging dryness. She pulled her hands away and found herself no longer in her room. She had been transported into the church. She immediately screamed and fell to her knees, beating herself to try and wake up from this “dream”.

Xavier stood over, chuckling in amusement at her fear. “Oh, don’t tell me you still think this is a dream.” Her sobbing stopped and she looked up at him with wide eyes. “That’s right, you heard me. All this time, you thought that it was your conscience torturing you, projecting my image as the one who defied you and punished you in ways that you never thought possible. But I am real, this is all happening. It’s time for you to learn who your master is.”

Leaning down, he pressed his tongue to her neck, making her scream as she was branded. He pulled away, leaving her flesh smoldering. She covered the wound with her hand and gasped as she felt the three sixes. “No… it can’t be… the mark of the Beast… Then that means you are…”

“The one and only. The bible says that in Armageddon, I will be defeated and Christ shall bring about a thousand years of peace, but is that true? I stand unopposed, with no God above me, no nemesis before me, and all of mankind below me. It is time for humanity to learn its place. It is time for a new world order. Soon, you and every other human will bow before me and the earth will become mine.” He then reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. “But until then, I think I’ll settle with raping you until you bleed.”

Helena sat in Father Hauser’s hospital room, clutching his hand and listening to the sound of his heart monitor. She visited him every day, every time she had the chance. She needed him to wake up, but a part of her hoped he wouldn’t, because then it would mean Xavier had done something kind and had kept his word. But why did she feel that way? What was it that was twisting her emotions this way?

She opened her mouth, feeling the need to say something, but unsure of what. “Everyone misses you at the school. Especially me.” The comatose priest did not reply. A minute passed by. She did not know why she said it, but she uttered the words. “Xavier is the Antichrist and he’s holding me captive.”

For once, her collar didn’t act up and her throat didn’t close. It seemed that since she was confessing to someone who couldn’t actually hear her, it didn’t count as revealing his secret. Either way, she shuddered in relief, as if a neck massager was pressed right to a knot in her back. Words failed to describe how good it felt to at last say what the problem was, even if Father Hauser couldn’t help her.

“He’s a horrible, deceitful man. He says he wants to take over the world and make me his queen.” She let out a bitter laugh, feeling the fermented tension melting from her soul. “He thinks that he can win me over. Again and again, I’ve watched him rape my roommate while I was paralyzed in my bed. Once or twice, he even molested me. He would do this thing with his fingers and… ugh, you don’t want to hear about that.”

From there, it all erupted into a slurry of words, as everything Helena had bottled up came flooding out. Strange, though, that she was smiling while she spoke, even when she described some of the most terrible moments of her situation. There were times when she began to cry while telling the story, but still, she smiled and even laughed.

“Please, Father, I need your advice. I hate him. I hate him so much that I can’t even describe it. So why? Why is that the longer he’s around, the easier it is from him to make me smile and laugh? I’ll think back to all the times he raped Sophie and I’ll remember the sound of her screams of pain, I’ll remember all those humiliating trials he put me through, but then in my mind, I’ll see him with that dog in the park. I’ll remember when he protected me from Sister Olivia and helped me with those muggers. I imagine myself back in the pool.

He keeps saying that he’ll win my heart, but I don’t want him to. I don’t want to fall in love with him. I just want to hate him and feel nothing but that. Every day, my will weakens and it becomes harder and harder for me to fight back against him. If I at least knew what I was supposed to do, it would be different. I’m all alone and I have no clue how to beat him. Please, tell me how I can put a stop to this. How I can make everything go back to the way it was before?” At last the room was silent, and after some deep breaths, she smiled, gave a sad sigh, and stood up. “I didn’t think so, but thank you… for listening.”

Feeling like her soul was a fraction of its former weight, she left the hospital and began the walk back to her school. It was a beautiful day, and for that brief reprieve, it felt like nothing could go wrong and everything was as it should be. Then, of course…

“Oof!”

Helena was knocked to the ground as she turned a corner and bumped into someone. Looking up, she muttered a very unchristian swear. Xavier was looking down at her, a quizzical expression on his face. “Huh. You may not believe me, but I actually had no plans to bother you today, so this is quite interesting.”

He offered to help her up but she smacked his hand aside and got to her feet. “Yeah, right. Why else would you bump into me like this?”

“I actually had business in town and was making my way back to the school. I’m guessing you’re doing the same. Let’s walk together.”

“You’re just going to follow me if I go an alternate route, aren’t you?”

“Bingo.”

Helena gave a loud groan and strode past him. “You’re not allowed to hold my hand or do anything like that.”

Xavier chuckled. “Yes dear.”

For the first few minutes, the walking was silent. Helena almost forgot that Xavier was there. Soon enough though, it broke.

“You were visiting Father Hauser, weren’t you?”

Helen straightened her posture and deepened her voice. “Yes, I was.”

“You said before that he was like an actual father to you, what did you mean?” Helena didn’t respond, not wanting him anywhere near her memories or personal secrets. “You know, I reversed his brain damage and I removed a really nasty tumor on his pancreas. You could at least talk to me.”

‘Goddammit, now he’s guilt-tripping me.’

She took a deep breath, working up the courage to speak. “When I came here, to Rosewood University… I hated men. I absolutely despised them and thought I could never trust them. Hell, it wasn’t even men, I was just afraid of everybody. I would attack anyone who came close to me. I was like a wild animal, nothing more than a feral creature in a schoolgirl outfit. Soon after I arrived, I found myself in the corner of the cafeteria. I had taken a knife from the kitchen and was swinging it at the teachers trying to approach. I was high on adrenaline and terror, and thought that they would do something terrible to me if they got me.”

She glanced up at Xavier and saw a peculiar look on his face. He was stoic… almost somber.

“Then Father Hauser came. He was smiling, but I didn’t trust him. A lot of men smiled before doing something cruel. He reached out to me and I stabbed at his hand. The blade went through his palm like the stigmata, but with little more than a wince of pain, he clutched my hand and said, “God will forgive you if you are sorry, but don’t do something that you can’t forgive”. I just fell apart and burst into tears and he held me with his hand still bleeding. From then on, he was like an actual father to me. He taught me to trust people, how to not live in fear and anger, and to accept the love of God. He’s been my oldest friend, as well as my dearest.”

She came to a stop, lost in thought, feeling like her emotions were going to pour out of her like tears. She then turned as Xavier gently interlaced his fingers with hers, raised her hand, and kissed the back of it. It took her a moment to react to the gentle action, but she quickly pulled her hand away with her face flushed. “W-what the hell was that?!”

He gave a small smile. “I just felt like giving you some affection. Tell you what, if you’d like, we can split up here. You can walk back to the school alone.”

She looked away from him, pouting. “We’re already so close to the campus, there is no point. But don’t touch me again.”

“Sorry, just one more time…”

She closed her eyes as his fingers approached her face. Oh God, was he going to stick them in her mouth like he had done the other night? No, he simply brushed back a lock of her hair and tucked it behind her ear, then cupped her cheek. At that moment, Helena had never felt so small. She felt like a tiny bird cradled in his palm, but his hand… it felt so… gentle. After a couple seconds, he released her and continued walking, leaving her with her heart racing.

She took a deep breath and then followed. “By the way, what were you doing here in town?”

He looked at her with an evil grin. “Are you sure you want to know?”

She shuddered. “No, scratch that.”

An hour earlier:

“Welcome to our new home.”

Lily gazed in amazement at the small flat, unable to believe what was going on. Out of nowhere, Xavier had just told her that he had gotten a part-time job and was using his money to get an apartment for them. Her mind had been spinning the whole time as he led her across Rome to this one bed/one bath.

“So we’re really going to be living here?”

He pulled her in close and kissed her on the top of the head. “Like husband and wife.”

“Oh, this is what I’ve always dreamed of having! But what about school?”

“Well I’ll need to keep attending so that I can graduate and get a better job for us. But you don’t need to worry about going back. You didn’t have friends and I doubt the teachers cared. No one there will miss you.”

Her slender shoulders slunk and she clutched his arm, needing him with her. ‘That’s right, nobody cares about me but Xavier. Without him, I’m all alone. I have to do whatever I can to keep our life like this.’

“But as you know, life isn’t fair. There is a catch to all of this. The job I have doesn’t pay enough for us to stay here. It only covered the security deposit. For this to be our home, you need to make money as well.”

“But… I’m too young. Nobody will hire me.”

“Well, I suppose you could always… use your body. You were able to clear my debt with that loan shark, so there’s nothing stopping you from doing it again to bring in some income.”

Lily’s heart stopped. Do that… again? That awful experience with that disgusting man? And others?!

Xavier looked at her and sighed. “You’re right, I’m sorry, I can’t ask you to do that. I guess we’ll just have to enjoy this place while we have it. Maybe someday we have a home of our own, but not today.”

“No! No! I’ll do it! I’ll do whatever you need to do!”

He smiled and rubbed her head. “Good girl, I’m so proud of you. I already know a few people who will pay good money for you. I’ll call them and tell them to come over.”

Sophie was standing in her room in her underwear, looking in the mirror over her dresser. Helena had yet to return from dinner, so she had some time to reflect. She ran her hand around her throat, trying to feel for the collar. Every day, Xavier would attack her somewhere in the school, drag her to some corner or closet, and rape her. It could last either a few minutes or a few hours. Every time he violated her, he would pull on her leash and her collar would appear. He claimed he liked the face she made when she choked her with it. She knew that Xavier was no ordinary human, that he had powers like that of a demon. What in God’s name was he? With all the stress she was under, it was a miracle that her grades hadn’t plummeted. She had taken to obsessive studying to keep her thoughts occupied. How long was this going to last? How long was he going to torture her like this?

Down the hall, Helena was in the bathroom, brushing her teeth. Staring into the mirror at her reflection, her arm slowed. She reached up and touched her throat. She could feel the collar, always there. That bind, that link between her and Xavier… How could she break it? How could she free herself? If she could keep her will strong and resist him, would he keep his word and leave her unharmed? Or would his patience run out and eventually he take her violently as he had seen him do with Sophie so many times?

But… what would happen if she did give in? Was this all just a big mind game? If she gave in to him, would he just laugh at her feelings, say it was a joke, and enslave her even worse than he had already? Or would he really make her his queen? If he did take over the world, where and what would she be? Would she be some piece of meat in a dungeon, a slave for him to torment and abuse when he got bored? Would she rule the world at his side and share his throne… and his bed? It used to be so easy and simple before. When this started, she saw him as pure evil, a heartless monster holding her captive, the subject of her most intense hatred. Now things were so complicated. She had seen a side of him that she didn’t want to see, a human side that extinguished her hatred.

Sister Olivia sat in her shower, trying to scrub herself clean of the filth that caked her soul. He would come for her as he had every night. He would come and make her life Hell. What would he do to her tonight? Would he torture her like a prisoner of war? Or would he rape every hole in her body until she was drenched in her blood and his seed? She felt like she was losing her mind. She could barely eat, teach, or even think. And sleep? She didn’t want to sleep; she’d rather die than sleep. She wanted to tell someone what was going on, but Xavier had forbidden her, and when she even thought of doing it, she could feel that cursed collar activate. Maybe it would be best for her to kill herself. God would understand, right?

Summer had arrived, and with it came summer vacation. For two weeks, students from abroad could go home and spend time with their families. For those with no home to go back to, all the schoolwork was optional for extra credit, but the school did everything possible to keep the students busy. Idle hands are the Devil’s workshop. Sophie was standing in the train station with several other students, all boarding trains for different points across Europe. With her was Helena, saying goodbye.

“Are you sure I can’t talk you into coming home with me? My parents would love to have you and my little sister really wants to see you again.”

Helena sighed with a sad smile and shook her head. “Thank you, but I can’t. Trust me, I’d give my right arm for a real vacation, but I need to do a lot extra credit work and get my grades up. But do give everyone my regards.”

The call was given that the train to Paris was boarding, meaning it was time for Sophie to go. Giving her friend a tight hug, she picked up her bag and made her way onto the train. She slumped into her seat, sighing in bliss. Finally, she was away from this school, away from him.

Marian jumped from the car and tackled her older sister, sending the two girls tumbling to the ground in the parking lot of the Paris train station. At fourteen years of age, Marian was the spitting image of her older sister, with the same blonde hair and blue eyes, though of course, she was shorter and her breasts weren’t as large. The two girls hugged each other while their parents laughed, glad that the whole family was back together.

Having returned home, Sophie’s pain vanished and she was happier than she had been in months. The drive to the countryside was beautiful, with Sophie and Marian chattering in French in the backseat. Once home, they had a delicious dinner and Sophie told her family about everything going on at Rosewood University, laughing as she talked about Helena and her fight with Sister Olivia. That night, she collapsed on her bed, smiling and exhausted. It felt so good to be in her own home, her own room, her own bed, and to be able to sleep without a roommate nearby. At last, she could relax.

TAP TAP

The sound made her body tense up and her heart struggle to beat. Trembling from head to toe, she sat up and looked around. She saw him, Xavier, hovering outside her window, with his eyes glowing red and his sharp teeth gleaming.

Tears began to run from her eyes as she worked to pull in a single breath of air. “No! No! No, please! This can’t be happening! Not here!”

Without moving his body, Xavier floated forward. The bedroom window and the wall around it dissolved from his touch, the edges glowing with lit embers as he burned his way through.

He entered her bedroom, a deep laugh echoing from his throat. “Did you really think you could escape from me? Did you really think you could run away? That there was any place in this world that I wouldn’t follow? No, you are mine. You are my slave, my toy, my property. I will torment you until the day I grow bored and then I will eat you like a steak dinner. Your life belongs to me. Now get up and undress.”

Trying to hold in her tears, Sophie got to her feet and pulled off her nightgown, then did the same with her bra and panties. She got on all fours on the bed, her ass pointed to Xavier. She was used to this routine.

“Ok, I’m ready.”

“Oh, not yet. I didn’t come here so that I could have my way with just you.”

His words pierced her chest like bullets of ice.

“No… no, you can’t mean…”

Laughing, Xavier strode to her door. Screaming in fear, Sophie tried to stop him, but he snapped his fingers and activated her collar. She fell to her knees, the demonic restraint draining her strength and weighing down on her.

“Please, I’m begging you! Not my sister! Not Marian! I’ll do whatever you want! Just please don’t hurt her!”

“Oh, don’t worry, at least now you won’t have to go through this alone.”

He left her bedroom and made his way down the dark hall. He was using his powers to put Sophie’s parents in a deep coma, and without any neighbors nearby, no help would come. He arrived at Marian’s room and opened the door.

Having yet to fall asleep, she rolled over to see who it was. “Huh? Sophie?”

Her eyes fell on Xavier and her blood ran cold with terror. She sat up and scrambled against the wall, knowing that this man was evil. “Who are you?! What do you want?!”

“I’m your new master. As for what I want, I want you.”

He moved across the room, engulfed in a fog-like shadow. Marian screamed and tried to get away, but he grabbed her arm and used his other hand to rip off her nightgown and underwear. She writhed in his grip, completely naked and with tears running down her face.

“My, my, what a beautiful body you have. I’m going to enjoy sampling it.”

He then loosened his grip and allowed her to slip free. She rushed into the hall and began banging on her parents’ door, but nothing she could do would ever wake them. She then ran to Sophie’s room and saw her on the floor, naked like herself and with the collar glowing.

“Run, Marian!”

More terrified than ever in her life, she sprinted downstairs and outside, not even bothering to put her shoes on. Xavier stepped out the front door and watched her run, the moonlight shining on her pale skin. Gasping for air and struggling to fight the weight of the collar, Sophie collapsed beside him, having dragged herself from her room.

“Watch this.” Xavier held up his hand, and out in the fields surrounding Sophie’s home, Marian tripped as if caught in a trap. She screamed, feeling an invisible force dragging her back towards the house. “Now, go out there and bring her to me.”

Sophie looked at him, mortified by this command. “No! I won’t let you hurt her!”

“You know neither of you can escape. As you can see, I don’t even need you to bring her back. But if you don’t, I will punish the two of you. Everything you’ve suffered until now will be nothing. I will spend the entire night torturing you, taking turns so that both sisters can watch the other one be pushed to the brink of madness and death. I will make you endure more pain than you ever thought possible, and within minutes, you will beg me to brutalize her instead and let you rest. And then, I will kill you and your entire family.”

He then released Marian, letting her get back on her feet and continue running, as well as took the weight of Sophie’s collar and give her back her strength. “You can either chase her down and drag her back so that I can rape you both, or you can stand aside and seal your fates. Your choice.”

Crying, Sophie slowly stood up and staggered off the porch. She began to run, feeling the night air kissing her naked body and trying to ignore the pain in her feet from the uneven ground. She could see Marian, sprinting for dear life through the field. She wanted to run away with her with every fiber of her being, to escape from that house and Xavier, but she knew that she could not escape, neither of them could. Xavier would have his way with them, and all she could do was try to save Marian from the worst, even if it meant carrying her to him.

With her longer legs and desperation giving her speed, she at last tackled her younger sister, knocking the two of them to the ground. Their naked bodies entangled, Marian struggled to get out from under Sophie. “Sophie, what are you doing?!”

“I’m sorry, but we have to go back.”

“No! He’s evil! He’ll hurt us!”

“I know, but he’ll do worse if we don’t obey! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! We have to do what he says!”

She got to her feet, pulling Marian with her. Her younger sister struggled with everything she had, slapping and kicking Sophie, but she would not release her. She began dragging her back to the house, knowing exactly what Xavier was going to do. How had her life become so horrible? Here she was, betraying her sister, the person she loved more than anyone else in the world. Now she was forcefully dragging her to this monster so that he could violate them. The whole time, Marian struggled against her, even when she picked her up and carried her on her shoulder. By the time they had returned to Xavier, she had calmed down, petrified with fear and helplessness. The two sisters stood before him, able to see his maniacal grin even in the dark.

“Well aren’t you a cute little thing? This is going to be a fun night.” He turned to Sophie. “You two got dirty out there. Take her to the bathroom and clean yourselves up.” He then reached between Marian’s legs and felt her vagina. The young girl whimpered and clung to her sister. “Also, shave her. I like my girls to be smooth.”

Still crying, Sophie nodded and led Marian upstairs, where they locked themselves in the bathroom. Marian broke down in tears, while Sophie, trying to maintain some form of her composure, got a damp washcloth and began rubbing her down.

“Why? Why are you doing this? Why do we have to do this?”

“He’s forcing me to. Listen, I know what he’s going to do, and I would normally die rather than let him touch you. If we don’t do this, he’ll do so much worse. Please, just remember that I’m doing this so that we’ll stay alive. I need you to be strong.”

“Can’t Mom and Dad help us?”

“No, he won’t let them. It’s just you and me.”

Once they had prepared themselves, they stepped out of the bathroom and returned to Sophie’s room. Xavier was there, looking out at the countryside through the hole he had burned in the wall. He had already taken off his clothes.

He turned to them and smiled. “You both look terrified. Sophie, to help ease your little sister’s fear, how about we show her what I’m going to do with her. Let her warm up to it. Start by giving me some love with your mouth.” Reluctantly forsaking her sister’s side, Sophie took a step forward, but Xavier stopped her. “No, crawl like the bitch you are.”

Accustomed to his cruelty, she got down onto her hands and knees and crawled over to Xavier. She was trembling in embarrassment, feeling her little sister’s eyes on her naked body as she degraded herself for this monster.

“Good, now beg for it.”

She spoke in a whisper, not wanting Marian to hear her. “Please, Master, let me suck your cock.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t quite hear you. Speak up.”

She looked up at him and took a trembling breath. “Please, Master! Let me suck your cock!”

“Good girl, go ahead.”

As she had been forced to time and time again, she began rolling his erect manhood around in her mouth, lathering it with her tongue and then sucking it clean of her saliva. Xavier put his hand on the top of her head, smirking as she labored to pleasure him. He looked at Marian, staring into her fearful eyes. Her whole body was trembling, feeling him size her up, anticipating when he would use her as his new toy.

He pointed to her. “You, get on the bed.”

She nervously obeyed, continuing to watch as her sister dirtied her mouth with this man’s penis. Xavier grabbed Sophie by the neck and threw her onto the bed. With her on her back, he forced her legs apart and made her cry out as he entered her. From there, a continuous whine escaped from Sophie’s as he thrust into her like a machine. She didn’t know what hurt more, the cruelty of his cock slamming the entrance to her womb or the gaze of her sister as she was raped. She was holding onto the bed tightly, wishing her breasts would stop bouncing with every thrust. Marian was staring at her, knowing that it had to be really painful by the sounds her sister was making.

“It feels good, doesn’t it? We’ve done this so many times, you must be used to it by now. The horror has dulled and now there is only the pleasure of the act. Come on, cum, you know you want to.”

As miserable as she was, Sophie could not deny his words. Her heart had hardened to the abuse, and with the psychological pain disappearing over time, she was left with pure physical sensation. She hated it, it made her want to die, she was in aguish beyond words, and yet… it still felt good. She turned to Marian, staring back at her, waiting for her older sister to do something courageous, something to show that she was fighting back or resisting in some way. Maybe she could still save her. But no, she was powerless, both against Xavier and her own body.

She could feel it, an orgasm welling. She would give anything for it not to happen, but it was boiling inside her. Sensing it, Xavier suddenly changed position, going from standing perpendicular over her body, to lying down and embracing her in the missionary position. She knew exactly what he was doing, what he was trying to make her do, but she couldn’t stop. With the waves of pleasure building in intensity, she was forced to hold onto him, less like her rapist and more like her lover. At last, she screamed, feeling euphoria flood her body in a sensual explosion.

Xavier stood up, leaving Sophie limp and panting. He turned to Marian. “Look at her, look at the pathetic animal your sister has become. She’s nothing but a piece of meat for me to wrap around my cock. I’ve completely broken her, and I’ll break you the same way.”

He looked down at Sophie and gave her a smack to wake her up. “Get on top of your sister the same way I was on top of you. I want her to see the look on your face when fuck you in the ass.”

Rubbing her cheek to ease the stinging from her smack, she crawled to her sister. “M-Marian, I-I need you to lie down.”

Her voice was so low that even Xavier struggled to hear her. Trembling, Marian lied down on her back and Sophie got on top of her. The two sisters were unable to look at each other and were shuddering from the feel of their naked bodies pressed together. They truly loved each other, but even sibling love could not fully compete with the incestuous awkwardness of full nipple-on-nipple contact. Sophie lifted herself up a little, just enough so that at least their stomachs weren’t touching, but that just reminded them out how their breasts were rubbing together.

Sophie winced as she felt Xavier squeeze her ass.

“Girl, I am going to use your ass until the day you die.”

Sophie looked down at Marian, pressing her forehead against her sister’s. “Please, remember that I love you.”

“Sophie…”

The moment was broken when Sophie cried out in pain from Xavier forcing himself into her asshole. He had been wet with the juice from her pussy, but it was not enough to ease the burning friction. Continuing to make her cry, he began thrusting into her at full strength and speed. Marian clung to her, wishing there was some way to help her sister and ease the pain, but as her voice began to change, she realized that she wasn’t moaning in agony. Almost immediately, “oh no” and “no, please” became “oh God!” and “oh yes!” with her eyes rolling back into her head and her tongue hanging out. She had never seen this look on Sophie’s face, her sister, who had planned to be a nun, now wearing the mask of pure depravity.

Xavier grabbed her wrists and pulled them back like reins, using that hold to slam her onto his cock. “Say it, say how much you love it.”

Sophie didn’t respond, wanting to retain one shred of dignity. Xavier answered her silence with a hard smack on her ass, making her whole lower body tremble.

“I love it! I love getting my ass raped!”

He let go of her wrists and she collapsed on top of Marian. She wasn’t bothering to hold herself up, and with each slam Xavier made against her, she was pushed forward, leaving Marian to be smothered by her sister’s breasts. It didn’t take long for her to cum, at which point he allowed himself to release himself inside her. Sophie collapsed on her side and Xavier moved over to Marian, hovering his cock over her face.

“Go on, suck it. It’s your turn.”

“No! Get away from me! I won’t do it!”

A twitch of anger crossed his face, and like a striking snaked, he reached out and grabbed Sophie’s right breast, squeezing brutally hard. Sophie gave a bloodcurdling scream of agony and tried to pull away, but Xavier’s hold on her was like iron. With tears in her eyes, Marian tried to free her sister but Xavier smacked her across the face.

“There is only one way to stop this. I suggest you make up your mind, because I may just rip her tit off and eat it in front of you.”

Crying, Marian opened her mouth and let Xavier insert himself into her. The taste of her sister’s asshole was bitter, and the moment his cock touched her tongue, his cum started leaking down her throat and made her gag. Sophie watched helplessly as her sister was violated, Marian’s mouth being used as a fleshlight after Xavier had fucked her asshole. Xavier soon increased his cruelty, forcing his cock all the way into her throat and holding it there. Marian struggled against him, choking on his manhood. She grabbed Sophie’s arm, nonverbally begging her sister to help her.

“Stop it, you’ll kill her!”

“Don’t worry, I know when to stop.”

He waited for a minute until finally pulling out, with Marian immediately vomiting onto the floor and desperately filling her lungs with air.

“Your sister did the same thing when I first enslaved her. Since I didn’t cum, I won’t make you lick it up. Now for the next part. Time for me to pop that cherry of yours.”

At his words, Sophie grabbed her sister and pulled her to the far corner of the bed, trying to shield her. “Please, I’m begging you! Let her go! Let her keep her innocence! I’ll do anything, whatever you want me to do, but please don’t take her virginity! Not like this!”

Xavier gave a booming laugh. “Well, well, what do you know? Your love for your little sister has touched my heart. I’ll be lenient and give you a choice. First, reach under the bed and grab the first thing you feel.”

Her hand shaking, Sophie reached under the bed and the blood drained from her face. She pulled out a double-ended dildo with a wearable harness.

“Here’s your choice: either I can take her virginity or you can.”

Her shoulders shaking, she began to cry while wringing the leather straps of the harness. Marian looked back and forth at Sophie and Xavier, unsure of which was worse.

“Ok… I’ll do it.”

Marian grasped her arm, terrified. “Please! Please don’t do this to me!”

“Damn it, would you rather he do it?!”

Marian shied away from her, feeling like she was all alone in this. She watched as Sophie inserted one end of the dildo in her pussy and secured herself in the harness.

Sophie stared at the strap-on, watched the way it bobbed when she moved. ‘Oh God, this is so wrong…’

Xavier turned to Marian with a grin. “Lie back, spread your legs, and get ready to feel your sister’s love DEEP inside you.”

Marian did as she was told and assumed the position, with Sophie leaning over her. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry for all of this. I never should have come home. Please, forgive me for this.”

“Oh, hold on. That dildo will have a hard time entering her when she’s dry. How about you put your mouth to work and get her nice and wet?”

She looked to Xavier, wanting to flash him a gaze of pure hatred, but her will was too broken. She quietly whispered an apology to her sister and moved down.

“No, wait… what are you doing?”

“I’m so sorry.”

Knowing she would be punished if she hesitated, she began licking her sister’s pussy as if she had done it a thousand times before.

“Don’t! That place is dirty!”

She tried to push Sophie back but she held on, working her tongue in Marian’s pussy. The ethical revulsion was almost too much for her to handle. She wanted to die, the taste of her sister’s pussy filling her mouth like poison. No one should ever do something so sinful. While she licked her sister out, Xavier put his cock back in her mouth. She gave in easier this time, and tried to put in more enthusiasm so that he wouldn’t choke her with it again. All three of them could hear the small squeaks and whines coming from Marian as the feel of Sophie’s tongue in her pussy became more and more intense. As horrible as the situation was, her body was reacting to it.

“Ok, that’ll do. Sophie, fuck her.”

Sitting up, Sophie wiped the pussy juice off her lips, needing a moment to regain her mental bearings. She then moved forward and leaned over, again whispering an apology to her sister. “Marian, I need you to be strong. Please bear with this.”

She inserted the dildo into Marian’s pussy, and immediately she began to writhe and cry from the size of it. Saying she was sorry over and over again, Sophie slowly pushed it in another inch while cupping her sister’s cheek to try and comfort her. She stopped at that point, not sure whether or not she had deflowered Marian yet, but not wanting to go any further.

She looked at Xavier. “Please, please don’t make me do this.”

“How about I help you work up the nerve?”

He climbed onto the bed and got behind her. Before she could ask what he was going to do, he inserted himself into her asshole. Sophie gagged, unable to describe the sensation of being double-teamed by Xavier and the dildo. She felt like she could barely breath, like there was a balloon of some sort expanding in her pelvis. Xavier pulled out just over halfway and then slammed himself back in, turning the three of them into a Newton’s Cradle and forcing Sophie deep into her sister.

Marian screamed at the top of her lungs as the blood of her hymen trickled out and stained the bed sheets. “Oh, it hurts! It hurts so much!”

Sophie embraced her, crying with her sister. “Marian, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

Xavier laughed. “Oh, don’t worry, it’ll feel better soon.”

He pulled out almost all the way and did the same with Sophie, revealing the bloody dildo. He then slammed back into Sophie, and by extension, slammed Sophie into her little sister. They continued on from there, following Xavier’s pace as he not only fucked Sophie in the ass, but used her as a prosthesis to fuck Marian in the pussy. He was essentially wearing Sophie as a condom to fuck her sister. She tried to keep up with him, often feeling like she was pulling out of Marian by pushing herself against Xavier’s cock and pulling herself off him by pushing into Marian. How did it all come to this, being forced to rape her sister while she herself was being sodomized?

But then something happened, something that chilled Sophie’s blood and made her want to throw up. Marian’s whimpers of pain and anguish were turning into moans of pleasure, and instead of crying, she had a drunken smile on her face.

“Oh yes, harder! Deeper!”

She even began slurring in French, begging her sister to work the dildo in her pussy.

“No! Marian! You don’t know what you’re saying!”

“Oh Sophie, look at how grown up she has become. To think it would be so easy to turn her. It seems that your sweet and innocent little sister has been hiding something from you. Do you like it, Marian? Do you like getting fucked?”

“Yes! I like getting fucked!”

Smirking, Xavier pulled his cock out of Sophie, then moved over to Marian and forced it into her mouth. “Do a good job cleaning it and I’ll fuck you as hard as you want.”

She did as she was told, eager to feel a real cock in her deflowered slit. She sucked on his manhood with more enthusiasm that her sister had ever shown with Sophie watching her with disappointment. ‘Marian, what has he done to you?’

He then shoved Sophie aside and took her place, forcing herself into Marian’s pussy. Grabbing her hips, it took him only a second to work up to a rapid pounding, making her moan in happiness as he violated her small body. Sophie watched them, having lost the strength to move. Over and over again, Marian would beg him to be even rougher, to fuck her harder. She had spent her whole life protecting her little sister, both her body and her innocence, and in a single night, Xavier had turned her into a hysterical slut.

“I love young girls, their voices are so pure when they scream. You can feel the actual crime of defiling them, turning their beautiful little bodies into cum dumpsters. Say it, say what you are.”

He didn’t have to do anything to force her to speak, she was already wrapped around his finger.

“I’m your cum dumpster!”

“Good girl, now let’s show your sister that beautiful look on your face.”

They changed places, getting into the doggy-style and both faced Marian. Reinserting himself into her, Xavier pulled back on her wrists like he had done with Sophie and increased the brutality of his thrusts, using his cock as a weapon to indulge her almost masochistic euphoria. Her body was not ready to be fucked this hard, but her mind had broken under the pressure and she could not tell the difference between pleasure and pain. Sophie watched them, petrified and ashamed. The look on Marian’s face, the way she grinned with her tongue hanging out and her eyes rolled back, it made her feel sick. Was that the look she had worn when Xavier was sodomizing her?

Xavier snapped his fingers and invisible hands grabbed Sophie, pulling away the strap-on and dragging her across the bed with her legs spread. Before Sophie could stop him, he grabbed the back of Marian’s head and pushed her face into her sister’s snatch. Acting on instinct, she began licking like her life depended on it, replicating was Sophie had done to her.

“No, Marian! Don’t! That’s sinful, that’s¬—”

Marian looked up at her, their eyes locking while she used her tongue to drink in her older sister’s essence. Sophie could see it, the loss of all sense of reason. Did Marian even recognize her? Her baby sister was gone, having been replaced with this mindless whore.

The thrusting stopped as Xavier came, filling Marian with his seed. “Now, let’s see if you’re as much of an anal whore as Sophie.”

He again switched positions, this time lying on his back with Marian on top of him, still facing Sophie with her feet on his knees. Regaining his erection, he jammed himself into her virgin asshole and began bucking his hips like a jackhammer, increasing the volume of her moans of ecstasy. This was her first time doing anal, but to her it was heaven.

“Sophie, look at her. Look at what your sister has become, what I turned her into. Aren’t you glad you led me here? Aren’t you glad that you chased her down and dragged her to me, no matter how much she fought and screamed and begged you to help her? Aren’t you glad you delivered her to me on a silver platter so that I could turn her into my new slave?” Sophie didn’t respond, having no idea what she was supposed to say. “Oh, look, my seed is dribbling out of her. Be a good slave and lick it up.”

Her will broken, Sophie leaned forward and began drinking Xavier’s cum out her little sister’s deflowered pussy, still able to taste the blood from her broken hymen. He soon had another orgasm, shooting his load deep into Marian’s anus. He turned her over and spread her ass cheeks, letting Sophie see the white slime slowly running out of her puckered asshole.

“And lick her clean here too.”

Clutching herself, Sophie worked up the courage to speak. “Why? Why are you doing this to us?”

His demeanor changing, Xavier threw Marian down onto the floor. He lunged for Sophie and grabbed her by the throat with a strangling grip. As she gasped for breath, his stern expression turned back into a sadistic grin. He took a moment to lick the tears off her face and then answered her. “Ask Helena.”

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* Emily *

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The eve of the big presentation had arrived, and I found myself back in my office working late with Mei – the weight of looming deadlines pressing down on both of us like a heavy fog that refused to lift.

As we sat hunched over the conference table, reviewing every detail of our presentation one last time, fatigue and stress began to seep into our exchanges. Every sentence seemed laced with tension – each of us trying to keep the other in line while also managing the pressure from the client.

“You need to make sure you get that slide right,” I said testily, pointing at a particularly complex graph on my laptop screen.

“I know what I’m doing, Emily,” Mei replied, her voice tinged with a hint of exasperation. “I’ve been over this a dozen times already.”

My eyes narrowed slightly as I took in the defensiveness creeping into her tone – a subtle reminder that we were both stretched to our limits and on edge. But even as I recognized it, my frustration bubbled over.

“It’s not just about knowing what you’re doing,” I snapped, gesturing wildly with my hand. “It needs to be perfect.”

The room fell silent for a moment before Mei spoke up again – this time her words more measured but still carrying the weight of her growing agitation. “I understand that we need this to be flawless, Emily. But there’s no reason for you to snap at me like that.”

“Yeah… I know. But if you could just follow my lead…” I muttered begrudgingly, my gaze dropping back to the screen.

As the night wore on and our exhaustion deepened, the atmosphere within the room grew increasingly charged – our conversations taking on a sharper edge with every passing minute. The stress of the looming deadline seemed to amplify even the smallest missteps, transforming what should have been minor disagreements into full-blown conflicts.

On several occasions, I found myself biting back curses and snide remarks, Mei’s attempts to reason with me being met with more forceful assertions of my authority. And yet, as much as I wanted to blame it on our stress levels or the pressure we were under, there was a small part of me that reveled in this surge of assertiveness – using it to push back against the boundaries I knew Mei was trying so hard to maintain.

As she sat across from me, her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat – an expression that seemed to hold more than just simple respect or admiration. It was as if there were secrets lurking in the depths of those dark pools that only I could see, and it sent shivers down my spine.

And so, even though our presentation loomed large on the horizon and every minute counted, I found myself drawn back into this strange dance with Mei – each of us testing the other’s limits as we wove through the delicate balance of submission and control.

It was in one of those moments, when my patience finally wore thin and the strain between us reached a boiling point, that I decided to push her – to test the boundaries even further and see just how far Mei would let me go.

“Listen,” I said abruptly, my voice low but firm as I leaned across the table towards her. “Do you really understand what’s at stake here? What I need from you in order for us to succeed?”

Mei hesitated for a moment before nodding – her eyes never leaving mine as she acknowledged the unspoken truth between us.

“Then answer me this: Would you do anything I demand, no questions asked?”

The room fell silent once again, the weight of those words hanging heavy in the air like a challenge. For what felt like an eternity, Mei stared back at me – her gaze unwavering and filled with something that looked almost like determination.

“Yes,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper but carrying the conviction of a thousand unspoken promises. “I will do anything you ask.”

As those words left her lips, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest – the pulse of desire coursing through me like a river freed from its bonds. It was as if we had crossed some invisible threshold into a new realm where only one thing mattered: the exploration of power and surrender.

And so, even as our deadline loomed large on the horizon and the stakes remained high, I couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets lay hidden behind those dark eyes – what other depths of submission and control Mei was willing to dive into. The thought alone sent shivers down my spine and left me yearning for more.

**********

* Mei *

**********

I walked into my apartment late that night, exhausted but oddly exhilarated from our latest work session with Emily. We had made fantastic progress on the presentation and I knew we were both confident it would be a success come tomorrow.

As I stepped into my kitchen, I couldn’t shake off the overpowering feelings of confusion that lingered long after we parted ways for the night. While part of me was elated by our accomplishments, another part of me was still reeling from Emily’s sudden change in demeanor.

Emily had always been a forceful personality, but tonight she seemed to take on an entirely new level of dominance and authority that left me feeling both frustrated and inexplicably aroused. I couldn’t help but think about how the look in her eyes had sparked something deep within me – a desire to submit that I hadn’t experienced before.

As I poured myself a glass of wine, I noticed with a sinking feeling that my alcohol consumption over the course of this project was escalating at an alarming rate. I tried to convince myself it wasn’t entirely my fault, given the stressful nature of our work and the pressure we were under.

But deep down, I knew that wasn’t entirely true. The wine had become more than just a stress reliever – it had begun to serve as an escape from the growing tension between Emily and me. And it allowed me to lower my inhibitions and let my mind roam through thoughts and fantasies that I would never dare explore in normal times. And tonight was no exception.

I took my glass and walked over to sit on my couch, feeling the familiar comfort of my own space after the chaos that had been our office for most of the evening. As I sipped my wine, my mind kept drifting back to those moments when Emily’s control over me had pushed all my buttons – both in anger and desire.

I couldn’t deny it any longer: despite the frustration I felt at her bossiness, there was a part of me that thrived under her authoritative rule. Each sharp comment from her lips seemed to draw out an intoxicating mixture of fear and longing within me, making my stomach clench with both anxiety and arousal.

And then there was the question – the dreaded question – that Emily had asked before our session came to a close: “Would you do anything I demand, no questions asked?” The memory of answering “Yes” still lingered in my mind like an open wound, raw and exposed to the elements. And my answer had not been conditional: I hadn’t said “Yes, I would do anything you asked”. I had been adamant: “Yes, I will do anything you ask”

I knew with every fiber of my being that my answer had gone far beyond what was required of me as her colleague and employee. It was a promise – an offering of my complete submission to Emily’s whim. And once those words left my lips, I could tell by the look in her eyes that she understood exactly what they meant.

The thought alone sent shivers down my spine and made my heart race like a jackrabbit. A pungent cocktail of fear, excitement, and desire swirled inside me as I fought back the urge to run my fingers over myself – to explore the newfound depths of my submission.

But tonight was not the night for such indulgences. I had an early morning ahead of me tomorrow, and the presentation we’d worked so hard on loomed large in the back of my mind. With a deep breath, I set aside my wine glass and made myself get up from the couch.

My body protested as I shut off the living room lights and headed for bed, feeling the residual energy of our late-night work session still coursing through me like an electric current. As I slid under the sheets, I couldn’t help but fantasize about what it might be like to give myself completely over to Emily’s every whim.

But in the end, I resisted the temptation to touch myself while indulging in my fantasies and instead, I closed my eyes, trying to clear my mind for sleep. It wasn’t easy at first, my body felt alive with unspent desire, yearning for a touch from Emily that would put an end to this tantalizing torment, but finally my body succumbed to exhaustion and sleep claimed me.

Leaving me with dreams of domination and submission – dreams of Emily.

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* Emily *

**********

I stood before our team in the bright, spacious boardroom, surveying the happy chaos that surrounded me. We had all worked tirelessly on this project together, and it was finally time to reap the rewards.

“Alright, everyone,” I announced, my voice echoing around the room. “We did it! The presentation was a total success, and the client validated our campaign without any changes. This is an incredible accomplishment for all of us!”

I scanned the room, meeting each team member’s gaze as they shared in the collective sense of victory that filled the air.

“You all deserve so much credit for your hard work,” I continued, my heart swelling with pride. “The dedication and commitment you’ve shown throughout this project have truly paid off.”

Cheers erupted around the room, glasses clinking together in celebration as my team exchanged high-fives and backslaps.

“I know I have pushed all of you very hard over the past weeks. I have been bossy, bitchy even, while trying to complete this project in time”. I paused while I kept scanning the room slowly, my colleagues remaining silent. My eyes stopped on Mei as I resumed my chain of thoughts.

“I have been hard on some of you, ordering you to act without questions,” I continued, locking my gaze on Mei. She knew I was now speaking to her alone.

“But your compliance was essential and instrumental to our success today. And it has brought me an enormous amount of pleasure …” I lingered on that word for a second and then finished my thought, “… to see you thrive in this exciting project. Congrats to all!”.

I tore my eyes away from Mei’s, who was visibly stirred by my words, as renewed cheers echoed throughout the room. I motioned everyone to calm down, as I wanted to end the speech with a bang.

“I also want to invite each of you to a special celebration tonight at The Shallow End Tavern,” I added with a smile. “It’s been such an incredible journey together, and I can’t wait to celebrate that with all of you. My treat!”

The room erupted into even more cheers as my team began gathering their things.

“Let’s wrap up what we need to do here today and get out of the office,” I suggested, looking around at the smiling faces before us. “I’m buying, so don’t be shy about enjoying yourselves tonight!”

With that final statement, our team quickly gathered their belongings and headed out of the office, leaving behind only Mei and me.

As we cleaned up what was left of our work from this project, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement building within me. Tonight would mark the beginning of something new for both of us – an opportunity to explore just how far my control over Mei could go.

I walked over to her desk, watching as she sorted through folders and papers. Her hands were calm and measured, belying the inner turmoil I knew had to be brewing within her.

“Mei,” I said in a controlled but firm tone, “you are coming tonight to celebrate, right?”

She looked up at me briefly before returning her attention to her work. “I don’t know, Emily… I’m so tired. Maybe it would be better if I just spent an early evening at home, resting.”

My voice grew even firmer as I spoke. “You will come tonight. It’s important to me that you’re there.”

Mei sighed softly and finally relented. “Alright,” she said quietly. “I’ll try to be there.”

But I wasn’t satisfied with her half-hearted attempt at compliance. My voice cut through the room like a knife as I interrupted her. “No, Mei. You will be there!”

Her eyes snapped back up to meet mine, and in that moment I could see the gears turning in her head – the realization that she had no choice but to submit to my will if we were going to keep exploring our ever evolving relationship.

With each passing second, I could sense the electricity between us growing more palpable, our connection charged with the raw energy of unspoken desire. The air around us crackled with tension as she finally relented to my command.

“I’ll be there,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. Even hunters can fall victim to apprehension. I watched as Mei put the last folder away and straightened up her desk. Her movements were measured and deliberate, and I could sense a quiet determination emanating from her.

“Good girl, Mei” I said, without even thinking about it. It came out naturally, as if I had finally accepted to openly voice my role as a dominant. She shivered at my words, her mouth slightly open, giving me a glimpse of a tongue whose softness I was hoping to experience as soon as I could.

“Thank you for everything, Emily,” she said sincerely, looking up at me once more.

I smiled back at her, my heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come. “You’re welcome, Mei. But don’t tank me just yet. Wait until later tonight.”

*****

I entered The Shallow End Tavern with a sense of anticipation coursing through my veins. Tonight would mark the beginning of something new for both Mei and me – an opportunity to explore just how far my control over her could go.

As I walked into the pub, I was greeted by the jubilant shouts and laughter of our team. They had clearly already started celebrating without us, their excitement palpable as they clinked glasses together.

I glanced around the room until I spotted Mei at a table near the bar, surrounded by our team members who were all engaged in lively conversation and drinking games. She caught my eye briefly before returning her attention to the group around her.

With a determined smile plastered on my face, I made my way through the throng of people toward Mei’s table. As I approached, the sounds of laughter and chatter began to drown out any doubts that may have crept into my mind. This was going to work; it had to.

“Hey everyone!” I exclaimed as I arrived at the table. “How’s the celebration going so far? And why are there empty glasses on the table?!?”

The team erupted in cheers and clapped in response, making me feel even more confident in my plan. My eyes locked onto Mei, who seemed somewhat uneasy with all the noise and cheering happening all around her.

I decided to sit next to her, sliding my chair closer as I ordered a round of drinks for everyone at the table. As the bartender prepared our orders, I found myself becoming increasingly bold, placing an arm around the back of Mei’s chair and playfully teasing her about her lack of participation in their drinking games.

Throughout the evening, I made sure to keep a steady stream of drinks flowing, gradually increasing their potency as the night wore on. Our team members, already well into their cups, continued to revel in each other’s company, but Mei seemed more and more affected by my constant presence at her side.

As the music began to grow louder, and the energy in the room reached a fever pitch, I started to subtly inch closer to Mei, creeping up against her whenever possible. My lips would occasionally brush against her ear as I pretended to share some inside joke or remark with her over the cacophony of noise around us. Her black hair was in a ponytail and the goosebumps that appeared at the base of her neck did not go unnoticed by me.

I watched closely for any signs that my advances were becoming too much for her; that she might be reaching her limit on alcohol and was becoming susceptible to my manipulation. The only indication, however, was a faint blush creeping across her cheeks each time I touched her, a blush that became visibly redder whenever I whispered something in her ear.

As the night wore on, more and more of our team members fell victim to their own inebriation, and one by one, they stumbled out of the pub into the cool night air, crowding into Ubers I ordered for them. When it came down to it, there were only a few stragglers left: Mei, myself, and a handful of other staff members who seemed determined to continue the party despite their increasingly wobbly legs.

I decided that it was time to make my move.

“Time for us to get going,” I said to Mei, gesturing toward the door with a playful grin. “This celebration was well deserved, and a whole lot of fun, but it’s time for a bit of quiet time, don’t you think?”. My lips brushed against her earlobe with that last question.

Her face flushed at my words, but she was unable to muster an appropriate response. Perhaps that was due to her slightly inebriated state, but I hoped it was because my words flustered her.

“I’m calling an Uber for myself,” I continued, ignoring her inability to respond. “You’ll be riding with me – so that we can make sure you get home safe.”

Mei turned her face towards mine, her lips narrowly missing mine, she had evidently failed to realize how close to her I was. “It’s … it’s ok, Emily, I can manage to get home all by myself” she said, hesitantly.

“Nonsense,” I replied, a little louder than I intended, “you’re coming with me!”. At that very moment, I pictured her actually coming with me and I felt moistness seeping into my panties. I took Mei’s hand and stood up abruptly. “Grab your things, we’re going!” I said, my tone intransigent.

Mei was surprised, but reluctantly agreed to ride with me, and soon enough our Uber pulled up outside the pub. I opened the door to the backseat for her, my voice low and commanding as I instructed her to sit down on the seat. “Get in,” I ordered, my tone brooking no argument. She did so hesitantly but eventually settled into the seat.

I was still clasping Mei’s hand, like a mother holding on to her child, and she seemed to have accepted this as a casual gesture of friendship. As we pulled away from the curb, I slid closer to her along the bench seat, ensuring that our shoulders were pressed together. The Uber driver chatted idly with us through the front seats, completely unaware of the brewing tension between Mei and me.

“Did you have fun tonight?” I asked her, my voice still low but more intimate now that we were alone in the backseat. “As far as I`m concerned, I sure did – it was wonderful to see the entire team so happy and relaxed.”

Mei managed a small smile, though her eyes betrayed her continued reluctance. She tried to pull her hand away from mine as they jointly rested on the seat between us, but I firmly held onto hers.

“Mei,” I said, my voice softening slightly while still maintaining control. “I want you to know how much I value the time we have spent together over the last several weeks. It means a lot to me – and I think we’ve only started to uncover how much more we could achieve together.”

Her cheeks flushed at my words, but she remained silent, unable or unwilling to muster any kind of response.

I leaned in even closer, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered “Don’t you think we could do great things together in the future if you keep following my lead?”. I tentatively stuck out my tongue and let it barely caress the rim of her ear. Her hand trembled in mine as she closed her eyes and sighed noticeably.

“Emily,” she whispered breathlessly, “I… I don’t know how much more I can give to you. I have poured my heart into our work and…”. I raised my index finger against her lips to interrupt her. “Shhhh, Mei… I am not talking about work anymore,” I whispered. This time, my tongue traced the length of her outer ear, sliding back down to her lobe, which I flicked once or twice.

Mei moaned as her hand gripped mine with force. Was it my imagination, or did I see her pelvis pushing up slightly? A move that was so subtle yet so overtly sexual that I could feel my own labia becoming intensely aroused and wet.

As the Uber driver pulled up outside her apartment building, Mei fumbled for her door handle in an attempt to free herself from my grasp. But as she went to open the door, I quickly pulled her back to me, holding her firmly in place.

I rested my hand on her cheek and forced her to face me. My eyes were locked on hers, my lips millimeters from hers. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”.

**********

* Mei *

**********

I step out of the Uber, feeling the cool night air envelope me as I leave the confines of the car. My heart pounds in my chest, and my palms are slick with sweat. It’s difficult to ignore the throbbing between my legs as Emily holds tightly onto my hand. I did not answer her last question. My body just took over, seemingly without any control from my head.

As we ascend the steps leading up to my apartment, I can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and fear. The anticipation is almost too much for me to bear – tonight, she will make me hers, and it’s an intoxicating thought that threatens to overwhelm me at every turn.

Once inside, Emily tugs on my hand, guiding me around to face her in the small entrance hall. Her eyes gleam with an unfathomable light as she asks if I’m ready for the next phase of our relationship. My breath catches in my throat, and I can only manage a shaky, excited nod.

I feel like I’m drowning in desire, unable to catch my breath or think clearly as Emily’s grip on my hand tightens. I want to break – or delay as much as possible – the tension by asking if she wants a drink, but before I have the chance, she takes control of the situation and releases my hand with a sudden movement.

“You know what you said to me when I asked if you would do anything for me,” she reminds me sharply, her voice tinged with authority. I do remember. She knows it, she reads it in my eyes, but I can tell she wants me to say it out loud.

“Yes” I whisper. “I know what I said”.

“And will you abide by what you said then?” she asks, her eyes narrowing as if trying to pierce through my jumbled thoughts.

I swallow hard, trying to steady myself as Emily’s eyes bore into mine. She steps closer, her body invading my personal space until our chests are pressed together. “Yes,” I reply, “I will do anything you ask of me”. As the words leave my mouth I feel my pussy releasing additional moisture, my panties are positively drenched by now.

“Then strip for me,” she commands, her voice low and husky in a way that sends shivers down my spine.

Shock registers on my face, but I know better than to argue with her now. Instead, I slowly start removing my clothes as Emily watches me closely, offering words of encouragement when I falter or hesitate. The act itself seems almost like a ritualistic dance between us – one that brings us ever-closer together. When I am down to only panties and a bra, I cover my small breasts in a pointless act of modesty.

She cocks her head and raises an eyebrow as a slight grin appears on her lips. She need not tell me anything, I know she wants me to remove everything. She is a predator, and I am her meal. But in this scenario, the prey wants to be eaten. My bra has a font clasp, so it’s impossible to remove without baring my breasts in front of her hungry eyes. But at this point, I have accepted my fate and I comply with her silent request, with my plain white cotton panties soon following suit.

She walks over to my couch and motions me to sit next to her. I feel vulnerable and exposed in nothing but my bare skin. She slowly removes her jacket and shoes, with calculated moves, enjoying my embarrassment. She is now wearing only a pair of pants and a white blouse that hugs her curves. The sight makes my heart race even faster as she unbuttons the top few buttons of her shirt, making it clear that she’s not wearing any bra beneath. I recall fantasizing about her breasts eons ago, and seeing them now so near me, almost bare, literally at arm’s length, is making my head dizzy.

As I sit there, trying to catch my breath, Emily asks me if I’ve ever masturbated while thinking about her. My cheeks flame red at the bluntness of her question. Is she guessing? Is she reading my thoughts? Either way, I shamefully admit the truth – “Yes, I have”. She smirks at this revelation and instructs me to lean back against the couch.

“Caress yourself,” she orders, “as you do when you get home from working with me”. She pauses before adding “Isn’t that something you’ve done before?”. To which I can only nod in agreement. She sternly adds “But don’t come yet, not until I give you permission”.

Her words send a jolt of electricity through my body, making every nerve ending in my pussy tingle with excitement. With trembling fingers, I reach down between my legs and begin touching myself as Emily watches me with an intense gaze.

My wetness is exposed and obvious. Emily’s gaze moves from my pussy to my breasts where she pauses, briefly licking her lips in anticipation, then up to my eyes where she reads my wanton desires.

She tells me exactly what she wants to see – the way my fingers should move, the speed at which I touch myself, even how much pressure to apply. Her voice is like a constant whisper in my mind, guiding me through this delicate dance of desire that threatens to consume us both completely. This is the Emily of my private fantasies, the one that made me come so hard in the past. But the present Emily is made of pure flesh and bones.

**********

* Emily *

**********

Oh my… she is so wet. As soon as she opened her legs to my eyes, I saw her glistening shaved pussy and I know it won’t be long before my tongue laps those juices from her labia.

“Tell me,” I ask her, my voice low and husky, “what does it feel like when you touch yourself?”

Mei hesitates before answering, swallowing hard in the silence. “It…it feels good,” she admits finally, her cheeks reddening even further. “But being here with you, like this…it makes everything else seem so much more intense.”

I nod thoughtfully, taking a moment to consider her words. I can see the truth in them – the way Mei looks at me, the way she touches herself – and it only serves to fuel my own desires.

“Well,” I begin, “let’s make it even better then.” I slowly reach up and begin caressing myself over my blouse, feeling the material rub against my sensitive nipples. My breath catches in my throat as I glance towards Mei and see her watching me intently, her own fingers stilling for a moment before resuming their gentle stroking.

“Tell me,” I ask her again, “what do you want right now? What’s driving that look in your eyes?”

I can practically hear Mei’s thoughts racing as she struggles to put her desires into words. Finally, with a shaky breath and a hopeful gaze in my direction, she whispers, “I want to see you naked…to touch you…to taste you.”

My own arousal spikes at her words – the way she says them makes it sound like they’re unspoken desires she’s been harboring for far longer than I’d ever imagined. I feel an overwhelming urge to give her what she wants and more.

“You want that, do you?” I ask her with a teasing smile, my own fingers continuing their dance over my blouse. “Tell me exactly how bad you want it.”

Mei takes a deep breath before answering, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been thinking about it since the first time we worked together… and then you said those words to me in the car, when you licked my ear. I can’t stop thinking about touching your body – about tasting every inch of you.”

My heart races at her confession, my own desire mounting as I glance down between Mei’s legs and see how wet she is for herself – a sight that only serves to fuel my own hunger.

“Well,” I say, making sure to keep my voice sultry and confident, “why don’t you plunge a couple of fingers into that sopping wet pussy of yours and imagine they are mine”.

Mei gasps as she obeys, the unexpected vulgarity of my words clearly having an effect on her, pushing two fingers deep inside herself, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before refocusing on me with a mixture of pleasure and surprise.

“Do you like that?” I ask her, watching closely for any sign of approval or denial. “Do you want more?”

I can barely keep up with the mounting pressure between us – the unspoken desires, the heavy air thick with anticipation, the soft moans escaping Mei’s lips as she continues to fuck herself while I keep teasing my own breasts over my blouse. My nipples are so hard they are hurting as they rub against the soft fabric.

“Mei,” I whisper, my voice filled with desire, “I want you to know how much this turns me on too. Tell me what it feels like when you imagine touching me – tasting me.”

At my words, Mei’s eyes snap open wide, her entire body tensing for a moment before relaxing into a sultry smile of her own. “I want you to control my every move. I want you to force me to make you cum, and I want to cum for you. I want to beg you to let me do all of that” she admits softly, her voice barely audible over the squelching sounds of her fingers being rammed increasingly harder in her pussy.

I feel an overwhelming urge to join in her masturbation then – to share this pleasure with her and bring us even closer together.

“Mei,” I whisper again, making sure she hears the desperation in my voice, “will you let me take control of you and make you experience pleasure in a way you’ve never known before?”

She nods without hesitation, moaning out loud, her eyes sparkling with desire as they lock onto mine.

**********

* Mei *

**********

I lie back on the couch, my naked body damp with sweat and flushed from the intense stimulation. My fingers are still buried deep within me, but in my overstimulated imagination they are Emily’s, her nails gently scraping against my sensitive walls. My other hand teases my clit, desperate for any kind of release but knowing that I can’t come yet.

Emily leans into me. “Show me how much you want it,” she whispers into my ear, her voice sultry and commanding as she watches me intently, her eyes filled with desire.

I shudder at her words, feeling the desperation building up inside me. I desperately want to please her – to make her cum along with me – but I know that she’s in control of this situation. And so, I do my best to show her just how badly I need release.

“Please,” I whimper softly, barely audible over our heavy breathing. “I need to come.”

Emily only chuckles at my plea and continues teasing her nipples through her blouse, knowing that I am fixated on her and that every electric jolt her body feels while caressing herself ripples through my own body. The room fills with the sound of our ragged breaths, a mix between soft moans and desperate pleas.

“No,” she says finally, her voice dripping with desire as she continues to caress herself over her shirt. “You need to make me come first.”

My heart races at her words, the thought sending another wave of pleasure through my body. I nod desperately, unable to form any coherent response. The pool of juices growing underneath me on the couch only serves to further fuel my burning desire.

“Please,” I repeat, my voice shaking with need and desperation. “I’ll do anything you want.”

My entire body tenses as Emily leans forward, her lips brushing against my ear before she whispers a single phrase: “Suck my nipples through my blouse.”

At the same time, one of her hands reaches down and brushes against my throbbing clit, sending an electric shock straight to my core. I gasp at the sudden surge of pleasure, feeling myself teeter on the edge. I crane my neck and let my wet, warm tongue tease her hard nub. I hear her gasp as I urge on, my teeth scraping against her impossibly hard nipple.

“Tell me how much you want to please me,” she murmurs throatily into my ear as her fingers continue their skilled teasing. She undoes one more button on her shirt and pulls the fabric aside, revealing her left nipple to my eyes. “And keep doing what you’re doing,” she says, while pushing her tit against my lips.

I can barely think straight anymore – all logical reasoning has been replaced by a primal need for release and the desire to make Emily come. My voice trembles as I whisper the words she wants to hear.

“I want to please you so badly,” I admit, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment but also excitement. My tongue is tracing around and flicking her nipple. “Please let me make you come.”

Emily’s eyes sparkle with delight at my words, her own breathing growing more erratic. She leans back and continues directing our session, though now it feels like a dance – every movement, every caress is in perfect sync.

“Good girl,” she whispers, her voice filled with desire as her fingers continue to tease my aching clit. “You’re doing so well. But remember, you can’t come until I say.”

I nod again, barely able to focus on anything other than the desperate need for release building up inside of me. My body is slick with sweat and juices, my senses heightened like never before. Undoing yet another button from her blouse, she uncovers her other breast and pulls my head into it. “Lick it, you little slut. Lick it like you would want me to lick your clit,” she breathes heavily. I almost come hearing those words coming out of her. I am a slut. Her slut. Her obedient, subservient slut.

With each stroke, with each whispered word from Emily, I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. And yet, her control over this situation keeps me teetering there, never quite reaching that peak.

“Please,” I whimper again, more urgently than before. “Let me make you come.”

Emily only chuckles darkly and continues her torturous teasing, never giving me what I want. My body quivers with each stroke, the room filled with our desperate moans and heavy breathing.

At last, she leans forward and licks my ear, her warm breath causing goosebumps to cover my entire body – at the same time she pinches one of my nipples and lets her finger trace down to my pussy, grabbing my clit between her fingers and squeezing hard, making me cry out in pain and pleasure.

And then, as if sensing my breaking point, Emily plunges one finger alongside my own in my pussy, then slides it out, leaving it slick with my juices. She gazes into my eyes as she pushes her wet finger into my mouth, making me taste all the pent up excitement leaking from my pussy as she leans in to whisper those three words: “Come now, slut.”

Like a dam breaking, I feel my entire body erupt into the most intense climax I’ve ever experienced. My moans fill the room, my body shaking and spasming with each wave of pleasure that crashes over me. My body shakes uncontrollably, ripples of secondary orgasms washing over me. I blabber and cry and laugh, my juices flowing freely from my pussy. The cascade of pleasure is almost unbearable, I feel as if I am about to faint.

And through it all, Emily watches me intently – her own breathing erratic, her fingers caressing her tits with a desperation that matches my own. It’s raw, primal carnal pleasure, a moment where all inhibitions are thrown to the wind and our bodies connect in ways we never thought possible.

When I finally come down from my orgasmic high, Emily looks at me with an expression of satisfaction before removing her blouse. She takes my hand and places it on her breast, guiding my fingers over her nipple as she watches me intently.

“You came before I did, you little slut,” she whispers, a wicked grin playing on her lips.

“Now it’s my turn”.

Steve gets a naughty gift from his daughter and her friends when he comes home

Book Two: Sultry Fantasies Unleashed

Chapter Nine: Unwrapping His Gift

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this.

Steve Davies

The edited Imogene walked into my office. The plump, tattooed, and pierced girl with the garish, purple hair looked completed different now. She was thinner, her hair its natural shade of brown, no longer short but flowing long and with a delicious bounce. No ear expanders distorted her lobes. No tattoo of a butterfly covered her throat. She looked trimmed and lovely in her pencil skirt and blouse, her perky tits molded by the thin cloth.

“Mmm, isn’t she sexy?” my wife purred as Imogene’s fingers flew to the buttons of her blouse, stripping naked just like any other woman would. It was perverted to modify my office so women disrobed, but I couldn’t help it.

I was corrupted.

“So this is the first time you’ve seen this version of her?” my wife whispered.

I nodded my head as Imogene worked the buttons of her light-blue blouse. “How are you liking your new office, Mr. Davies?”

“I’m enjoying it,” I said as her small, perky breasts came into view. Her nipples were pink and thrusting hard, her breasts jiggling.

“Wonderful,” she said. “I’m so happy.” She slipped out of her blouse and carefully folded it and set it on a small shelf. Her hips wiggled as she unzipped her skirt. She peeled out of it, sliding it over her thigh-high stockings.

“No bra or panties,” my wife murmured. “That’s naughty.”

“I thought you’d like that,” I said as Imogene folded her skirt. She had such a bright smile on her lips. She licked them, wetted them, and purred as she stalked forward. She kept her thigh-high stockings on her legs.

“Ooh, did you make an exception for hosiery?” asked my wife.

“Only thigh-highs,” I told her as Imogene walked around the desk, passing my wife perched naked on it.

I turned in my comfortable chair, my dick throbbing in my slacks. I loosened my tie and pulled it off as Imogene knelt before me. She rubbed her hands up and down my slacks a few times before they slid all the way up to my crotch. Her stroke made me shudder. She felt amazing.

Her fingers unsnapped my slacks and pulled down my zipper, rasping as it went.. She slipped her hands into my pants. She grasped my cock. Her hand was delicious. It was a treat. Her hand gripped me, stroked me. She had such a soft grip. I groaned at the touch of her. This delicious treat swept through me.

My cock throbbed and pulsed in her hand. She pumped her hand up and down my shaft and licked her lips again. My wife squeezed her thighs shut and let out a moan of delight as she watched. Imogene engulfed my dick. She sucked on it. She sealed her mouth over it. Her cheeks hollowed.

I groaned as the pleasure surged through me. I savored feeling her hungry mouth sucking on my cock. It was delicious that I’d remade her into a new woman. My fingers flexed and relaxed on the armrests of the chair. My heart pounded in my chest as this amazing treat surged through me.

“She is just loving you,” my wife moaned. My wife licked her lips. Her large breasts swayed. “How is she.”

“Skilled,” I said, sliding my hand through Imogene’s hair.

“Ooh, it’s making me so wet,” my wife groaned. “Just look at her loving you. She’s into it. She loves blowing you.”

Imogene popped her mouth off my cock. “Of course I love blowing him, and not just because it’s my job. I just love sucking on dicks. Worshiping them. Bobbing my head up and down on them. Tasting that salty cum.”

My wife shuddered. “It is fun.”

“If you are horny, I replaced the alcohol in the globe with a collection of dildos I brought from my home. My girlfriend and I have a huge collection.”

My wife’s eyes widened in delight. Then she winked at me and hopped off my desk, her large breasts swaying. I smiled as I watched her naked rump sway as she headed to the old-fashioned, wooden globe. She opened it while Imogene swallowed my cock.

The girl sucked hard. My dick throbbed and ached. It pulsed in her mouth. Her lips slid up and down my shaft. Her tongue danced. I groaned as my wife smiled, pulling out a bumpy, pink dildo attached to a matching harness. With a giggle, my wife stepped into it, her dark-red hair sweeping about her shoulders.

Imogene’s sucking and slurping echoed through my office as my wife donned the harness. She pulled it up her legs. She tightened it, the dildo bobbing before her. She straightened, smiling. Then she sauntered towards us, the dildo swaying before her. Her heavy tits bounced.

“Good look on you,” I said as Imogene sucked.

My wife winked at me as she knelt behind my secretary.

Imogene wiggled her hips and moaned around my cock, eager for the toy. I gripped her brown hair, holding tight as my wife lined up. It was an incredible delight to witness. I ached to share my secretary with my wife, my dick throbbing in Imogene’s hot, wet mouth.

My wife lined up at her cunt.

She thrust forward.

Linda’s tits heaved as her crotch smacked against Imogene’s rump. My secretary moaned about my cock. My chair creaked. My heart pounded in my chest as the girl bobbed her head, working that hot mouth up and down my dick.

My wife drew back her hips and slammed forward. She gripped Imogene’s hips. Linda’s breasts bounced and heaved. They were pillowy and soft. Her nipples thrust hard before her while her auburn hair swayed around her naked shoulders.

I groaned my balls tightened. Imogene moaned and groaned. Her passion surged around my dick. It twitched and throbbed in her mouth. My wife thrust faster, harder. Her tits heaved before her as she moaned in delight.

“Ooh, suck my husband’s cock, slut,” groaned my wife. “That’s it. You love him. Worship him. He’s your boss.

I smiled at my wife.

“I want you sucking his cock all the time. Just on your knees, worshiping him. I want you bobbing that head up and down his dick.”

She thrust harder, faster. Imogene moaned louder, sucking with her hungry passion. Her lips sealed tight about my cock. She sucked with hunger. My cock throbbed in her mouth. It was an incredible treat to enjoy.

My dick pulsed and ached in her hungry mouth. Her tongue danced around my cock’s tip. She stroked me. Stimulated me. My balls grew tighter and tighter as she pleased me. Linda slammed the dildo into the girl, fucking her.

“That’s it,” Linda moaned, her face twisting in delight. “Make my husband explode. Swallow all of his cum.”

“Yes,” I growled. My balls were growing tighter. “Just fuck her. She’s moaning around my dick. You’re driving her wild.”

“Good,” my wife moaned. “Ooh, she’s wiggling her hips. She’s loving it.”

Imogene groaned what could have been a yes around my dick.

I leaned back, my eyes closing as the pleasure built and built. I couldn’t help it. This amazing treat burned through me. My head grew dizzy. My dick pulsed in her mouth. The pressure reached its pinnacle at the tip of my cock.

“Fuck!” I snarled.

My cum fired into Imogene’s mouth. Blast after blast of my jizz flooded Imogene. My secretary gulped it down. She sucked harder and more flooded her mouth for her to swallow. Her hips wiggled back and forth. This amazing bliss burned through my body. Every blast shot rapture to my mind. My heart pounded in my chest as this wonderful passion surged through me.

Imogene gulped it down, moaning. She made such wicked sounds. Linda pounded Imogene’s pussy as stars burst across my eyes. I gripped Imogene’s hair, growling. She sucked down my cum, staring up at me with her brown, glassy eyes.

“That’s it, slut!” my wife moaned, her voice throaty as she hammered the secretary’s cunt. “Swallow it all. You love it.”

Imogene sucked the last of my cum out of my balls. Once I was dry, she popped her mouth off my dick and moaned, “I do love it. Oh, yes, yes. I love your husband’s cum. It’s delicious.”

My wife pounded her. Linda’s face twisted with pleasure. Her breasts heaved. Her tits slapped together. Linda arched her back as Imogene squealed in delight. With cum dripping down her chin, my secretary gasped out in orgasmic passion.

“Yes, yes, yes, Mrs. Davies!” she moaned. “You know how to fuck! Oh, shit, yes!”

“You naughty whore!” my wife hissed, pounding the cumming girl. “Ooh, your cunt is gushing cream. You’re soaking my thighs.”

“So good!” howled Imogene.

My wife slammed forward. Her face twisted. Her pleasure swayed through her body. Her tits bounced and jiggled. I smiled as my wife trembled through her orgasm. I leaned back in my chair as both women gasped, my own pleasure dying.

Linda shuddered and moaned. “This is perfect. This office is amazing! Steve, people will want to help you make Rainier a better place. You’re going to improve our town.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” panted Imogene.

I smiled, my body buzzing from my orgasm burning through me. I leaned back in my chair. Come Saturday, I would by the mayor officially. I still hadn’t found the other editor, but I had this chance to change Rainier. I would make the best use of it.

If the other editor thought this would be bad for me, I would prove him wrong.

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Becky Davies

I pulled the dildo out of Tonya’s pussy. My friend shuddered on the bed as I slipped off of it. Her shuddering pants echoed through her bedroom. Her platinum-blonde hair clung to her flushed face. Her eyes fluttered as she stared at me.

“Mmm, I need to powder my nose,” I said, sauntering to the door, the strap-on dildo bobbing before me soaked in her juices.

“Again?” she asked, shuddering.

I winked at her and then slipped out of her bedroom door. As far as Tonya knew, we had her house to ourselves. However, her naughty mother was lurking in the bathroom listening to us fuck. I shuddered, hoping Mrs. Alberts came hard hearing our passion.

A trickle of my pussy juices dribbled down my thigh. My large breasts swayed, my braid of auburn hair dancing down my back. I opened the bathroom door and found Mrs. Alberts trembling on the bathroom sink, naked, her round breasts flushed. They rose and fell as she shuddered, her thighs spread, her hand rubbing at her blonde-furred muffed.

I grabbed the back of her head. I felt so bold these days. I was just like my naughty mother. I had the man I loved, Daddy, and then played with any woman that caught my eye. I couldn’t wait to bring Tonya into his bed. Once she had sex with her mother, she wouldn’t find it strange or wrong that I had sex with my father.

I kissed Mrs. Alberts on the mouth. My breasts brushed her tits, and my nipples throbbed as they caressed down her soft slopes. My tongue played with hers. She whimpered and trembled. Her mouth tasted tart.

She’d been sucking her fingers clean of her pussy juices.

I broke the kiss and stepped back. “Want to suck the dildo clean. Taste your daughter’s cunt?”

“Yes,” Mrs. Alberts moaned. Ever since I seduced the married MILF, she’d wanted her daughter. It was so hot.

She slipped off the sink and fell to her knees. She grabbed my hips and swallowed my dildo. Her lips sealed about my shaft. She sucked on it. She bobbed her mouth up and down it, staring at me with hunger in her eyes. She cleaned off Tonya’s juices.

A hot shudder ran through me. I was getting Tonya closer and closer to accepting incest. I couldn’t wait for that wonderful moment when we shared her mother. Then we could share my mother. My father. Even my sister.

It would be so hot.

Flashes of Seth popped into my head. I shook it. I wouldn’t share her with Seth. I wouldn’t do anything with Seth. I focused on my sexy father. I banished the nerdy boy from my mind as I gripped Mrs. Alberts blonde hair.

“We’re almost there, Mrs. Alberts,” I told her as she bobbed her head, pressing the dildo on my clit. “A little longer, and then you’ll be devouring your daughter’s pussy.”

Mrs. Alberts moaned in delight.

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Steve Davies

I was still buzzing from the delights of my new secretary as I drove home. The sun had set hours ago. Linda chatted with me, excited. She had so many ideas to fix our town. They were amazing. I nodded my head as we drove down the main street.

My wife made a disgusted sound as we passed Bullseye Gun Shop. There was a banner hanging before it promising a “Gun Sale Extravaganza!!!” coming this Saturday. I frowned at that, shaking my head at it.

Why did Rainier even need a gun shop?

“A sale,” my wife muttered. “What, are they going to be giving them away?”

I nodded my head. I could edit the shop to stop the sale, but someone else could just open a new one. I needed to do something. Pass an ordinance. We could make Rainier into a gun-free zone. Our town didn’t have much crime, but it could be safer. We could make it into a paradise.

I nodded my head. Helping the homeless and making Rainier into a place free of such antiquated ideas. This wasn’t three hundred years ago. People didn’t need guns for more than hunting, and hunting was on the cruel side. We had the police for self-defense.

Ideas percolated in my mind as I drove us the rest of the way to our home. I parked in the driveway, the garage taken up by the 1969 Chevy Impala I was rebuilding with my youngest daughter. Sam and I needed to get back to working on it, but we had been having so much fun lately.

And this weekend would be taken up by my inauguration.

My wife and I had quite the surprise when we walked into the house.

“Surprise, Daddy!” Sam, our youngest daughter, darted up, her short, fiery hair swayed about her face. Her petite body was clad only in a purple ribbon tied up into a bow that covered her small tits and hid her pussy, the rest of her eighteen-year-old flesh available for me to see.

With her were her three friends, equally wrapped up as gifts. I groaned at the sight of them: Tammy Riersen’s round breast jiggling and rustling her wrapping, Rita’s ebony skin contrasting with the pink ribbon, and Courtney’s cheeks burning as she rubbed her hands across her smooth stomach.

“What is this?” I said, a smile growing on my lips as I stared at the four girls. They were all just delicious. My dick swelled hard while my wife purred in delight. “What’s my surprise?”

“Why, you’re going to be a daddy!” Sam said, stepping up right before me, thrusting her shoulders back so her little breasts jiggled, the gift wrapping rustling. “Again! We’re all pregnant.”

I faked my surprise. I already knew, thanks to the app, that I had bred them. “That’s amazing. It’s wonderful. Wow.”

“It is,” Linda gushed. “I’m going to be a grandma.”

Sam blinked, staring at me. Her forehead furrowed and her head cocked.

“So, I get to unwrap you?” I asked, grabbing the end of the ribbon.

Sam nodded her head.

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Sam Davies

There was something off about Daddy’s reaction. He was happy, I could see it in his eyes, but he wasn’t… surprised. Did he know? How? I had only just missed my period. We hadn’t been having sex that long. I certainly wasn’t showing. I wouldn’t be showing for months.

Then I gasped as he tugged at the ribbon. The satin rasped. The bow popped open and then slid across my face. My nipples drank in the feel of the shifting ribbon. I shuddered, my fingers clenching. I whimpered as he unwrapped me, my small breasts quivering.

The ribbon ripped free, exposing my breasts.

“Delicious,” he said, staring at my little titties. Then his hand shot out and grabbed Rita’s ribbon covering her pussy. My friend gasped as he tugged, unveiling her dark landing strip leading down to her juicy pussy. “Mmm, two yummy gifts for me to enjoy.”

“Uh-huh, Daddy,” I moaned, shuddering as he released both ribbons. Then he grabbed my pussy bow and Rita’s breasts ribbon.

He tugged at the same time.

I shuddered as he finished unwrapping us. The ribbon whisked. It slid across my hips and rump. He explored my shaved, pregnant pussy. I shuddered in delight, my body trembling and aching. I bit my lower lip and trembled. This was so naughty.

My family was so awesome.

“How should I play with my two gifts?” Daddy mused as my wife grabbed Tammy and Courtney’s ribbons, unwrapping the two girls to her delight. “Mmm, I think Rita needs her pussy licked.”

“She always does,” I said and flashed my Black friend a wicked grin.

She nodded her head, her eyes burning. “Oh, definitely. Mmm, it would be so wicked of you to eat me. I have a pregnant pussy needing licking.”

“Well, kumquat,” said Daddy, grinning at me. “She’s our guest, so you should be a good host, pull her to the floor, and eat her pussy.”

“And what will you be doing?” I asked, my hips rubbing back and forth.

“Why, enjoying the delicious gift my daughter gave me.” His eyes twinkled as he unbuttoned his dress shirt. His tie was missing. What sort of fun did he have at the mayor’s office? I bet it was hot.

I grinned at him and then pressed Rita down to the floor. My Black friend stretched out, her round breasts jiggling. Her thighs parted as she settled onto her back, the pink delights of her inner flesh peeing out at me. It was just a wicked treat.

I slid my pale hands up her thighs. I caressed her flesh as I licked my lips. I was so hungry for this. It would be a delicious treat to eat her twat. I breathed in her spicy musk. I hungered for her, feeling Daddy staring at me. He undressed behind me, making my pussy hotter and hotter as I came closer and closer to her snatch.

“Sam!” gasped my friend as I nuzzled into her shaved flesh. Her spicy cream coated my tongue.

She licked her lips as I shuddered. My tongue lapped through her. I flicked through her folds. I devoured her. I savored her spicy cream. It was just a delight. I fluttered my tongue through her. I caressed her snatch. I swirled around her in her twat. She gripped my ass. I kneaded her rump. I pulled her tight, devouring her pregnant pussy.

My daddy bred this cunt. And my cunt!

My pussy burned. Juices dripped down my thighs. I groaned as I savored his eyes on me. He was right behind me. I shuddered, feeling his gaze on me. I loved him so much. My pussy clenched as I wiggled my hips.

Then his cock smacked into my rump.

I shuddered as Daddy slid his dick across my rump. It dipped into my butt-crack. I shuddered as his cock slid down to my asshole. I had a naughty asshole. Most girls needed lube, but I just had such a wicked hole. I could take a cock or fingers or dildos without any prep.

I loved it. I was an anal fiend, but…

“You’re not fucking my pussy, Daddy?” I asked, lifting my head from my friend’s cunt.

“You’re pregnant now. No more pussy fucking for you,” he said, pressing his cock against my asshole.

“What?” I gasped.

“Mmm, for the baby,” he said, pressing against my asshole. My anal ring spread and spread, swallowing.

“Really?” I shuddered. “I don’t get to get fucked in my pussy for nine months?”

Daddy laughed as he thrust into my bowels. I frowned then groaned at the heat burning through me. It was incredible. I shuddered, squeezing around him. This heat burned through me as he buried deeper into me. His balls smacked into my taint. It was incredible. My fingers clenched on Rita’s thighs.

The way he laughed, though. Was he messing with me?

It was hard to think about it as his cock plundered my asshole. My anal sheath reveled in his thrusts. He stretched out my bowels. Rita grabbed my hair and pulled my face to her snatch. She ground against my face. I shuddered and groaned. My tongue thrust into her pussy again. I swirled around inside of her.

Daddy’s cock pressed deeper into my bowels. That wonderful friction burned in my asshole. I squeezed around him, my pregnant pussy drinking in the heat. He plunged to the hilt in me. His balls rested against my taint. I wiggled my hips, stirring him around inside of me.

It was just a delicious treat.

My tongue thrust and swirled and licked through my sheath. I licked up her spicy delight. I lapped up her cream. I nibbled on her labia and clit. I feasted on my Black friend. She gasped and moaned, her breasts jiggling.

“Oh, Daddy, yes!” I moaned as he drew back his cock. My bowels clenched around him.

He slammed back into me.

He buried into me. This wonderful heat rippled through me. My cunt grew hotter and hotter. I whimpered as Daddy pounded my asshole. That wonderful heat swirled through me. I squeezed around him. Massaged him.

Daddy’s hands stroked me. He caressed me. He slid beneath me. He squeezed my small breasts. My nipples throbbed against his hand. He massaged my delight. He pinched my nubs. Pleasure surged through me as he fucked me.

“Daddy!” I moaned into Rita’s pussy. “Oh, Daddy, yes, yes, you can fuck my butt all the time!”

“Just pound her, Mr. Davies!” groaned Rita. She grabbed my fiery hair. She pulled me tight against her snatch. “Fuck her ass hard! Ooh, she’s got her tongue so deep into my pregnant twat!”

“She loves pussy,” Daddy groaned. “Just eat her. Lick her. Please your friend. You got to eat your friends’ pussies all the time. Stimulate them. They’re carrying your half-sisters!”

“Yes,” I moaned, this incestuous rush shot through me. I licked with such enthusiasm at Rita’s cunt.

My friend’s juices soaked my tongue. My lips. She squeezed her thighs about my face as Daddy pounded my bowels. He buried over and over into my asshole. This wonderful heat surged into my pussy with every thrust.

My Daddy pounded me. He fucked into my bowels. I squeezed him. I clenched around him. It was a lovely treat. Pleasure burned through me. My tongue fluttered. I squeezed and kneaded my friend’s rump. Her pregnant juices grew hotter and hotter.

As my orgasm swelled from Daddy’s thrust, it was clear Rita was coming closer and closer to her orgasm.

I shuddered in delight. I thrust my tongue deep into her twat. I stirred around in her. My daddy had bred this pussy. My half-sister was in her womb. It was so hot. So sexy. I fluttered my tongue through her depths.

“Yes yes, yes!” gasped Rita. “Oh, damn, Sam! That tongue! Oooh, Mr. Davies, your daughter is a pussy-licking fiend!”

“She’s a naughty slut for it, isn’t she?” growled Daddy. He massaged my breasts. He kneaded them. He twisted those nipples. They throbbed.

“I am!” I moaned. “And for anal! Fuck me harder, Daddy! I need to cum! Pregnant girls need lots and lots of orgasms!”

I squeezed Rita’s rump. I pulled on her. My fingers dug into her. My fingers groped her. I kneaded and massaged her as Daddy’s cock brought me closer and closer to exploding. Juices spilled down my thighs. I moaned into my friend’s pussy.

Daddy slammed into me.

“Yes!” I howled as my orgasm exploded through me. This wonderful heat swept through me. I groaned and gasped. “Daddy! Yes!”

My bowels writhed around him. My pussy convulsed. Juices gushed down my thighs. I moaned into my friend’s snatch. I sucked on her clit as stars burned across my vision. Pleasure washed through me. These wonderful waves of rapture that surged through me.

It washed across my thighs. It burned in my mind. My tongue swirled around Rita’s clit as Daddy fucked me. He pumped into my depths. He rammed into me. My bowels spasmed harder around his dick as more and more pleasure surged around me.

Daddy thrust into my bowels again and his cock erupted.

Hot cum fired into me.

It was the best. I savored it. My bowels writhed around his cock, milking him. Heat burned through my body. I squealed into Rita’s cunt. She gasped and moaned, her body bucking. Juices gushed into my mouth. Her spicy juices teased amazing. I gulped them down as Daddy’s final blast of cum fired into me.

“Sam,” groaned Daddy. “Damn. You’re really pregnant.”

“I am,” I said, my body buzzing with delight and… I couldn’t help but filling like he somehow knew.

And that made no sense at all.

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James Davies

Hands grabbed my shoulders and pulled me from my writing desk. I stared at the page, my hand still drawing, my arm extending as my chair rolled back. I just had to start penciling Zelda. She would be so beautiful in that pink dress, her blonde hair spilling around those pointed ears.

“What?” I asked, blinking. My eyes felt sore. My shoulders ached.

“You have to go home and sleep,” Ruri said, her voice tight. “Idiot.”

“Sleep? Home?”

Ruri and Orihime turned me around and fixed hard faces at me. Orihime’s large tits swayed before her, various colored hearts drawn over them. I vaguely remembered her wanting to show me something. I promised after I finished my drawing I would and…

“Sorry,” I said, giving a sheepish grin. My stomach growled. I was starving. “I got lost in drawing.”

“Idiot,” muttered Ruri, whirling away.

Orihime nodded, her orange hair spilling about her face. “You need to get home or your parents will wonder where you are. Do you want them finding this place?”

I didn’t. If my parents learned about Dreamgirl Delights, they would freak out. I had to keep it a secret, just like I had to draw Zelda. She was next on the list. My fingers itched, clenching on the pencil, but then my stomach growled. My mind hurt. I was…

Exhausted.

I glanced at the clock. It was nearly 9:30 PM. “Shit, I’ve been drawing that long.”

“Yes,” Orihime said, the words coming out hard. “It’s all you do, James. You’re ignoring us. Your family. Your webcomic. You’re just drawing.”

“Sorry, we just need more girls.” I stood up, giving her a smile. “But I’ll pay more attention to you and Ruri.”

Orihime arched an eyebrow at me.

“Your tits are cute,” I said, cupping my girlfriend’s large breasts. They were pillowy and heavy, soft and pliant. Just the way I always imagined them. I created her. She was perfect. So was Ruri. “I love the hearts.”

Orihime squirmed. A smile played on her lips.

“They fit you,” I continued. “Did you draw them?”

She nodded. “You really like them?”

“Love them,” I told her and leaned in to kiss her.

Orihime squealed and threw her arms around my neck. She pulled me tight, her lips melting on mine. She tasted so delicious. If my head wasn’t pounding, if my stomach wasn’t growling, I’d push her down and love her.

My fingers itched to hold my pencil as I grabbed her rump.

“Idiot,” muttered Ruri in the background.

I broke the kiss and saw her pulling on her college uniform, the gray skirt swirling up her slender thighs, her white blouse already covering her small breasts. Her light-purple pigtails dangled about her face. They swayed as she moved.

“I’m sorry, too,” I told her. “You’re looking cute.”

“I’m not as easily swayed as Orihime. I don’t have big tits swallowing up all the blood in my body. My brain gets plenty.”

I moved to her, grabbing her shoulders. She stared up at me with purple eyes. I smiled at her. “I’m sorry, Ruri. I shouldn’t ignore either of you. Okay?”

She squirmed. “Fine. But next time…”

“Next time, just smack me upside the head or something,” I told her. “I just had to get those drawings done. They’re important.”

Zelda was there. I had barely started sketching her in, just some ovals to roughly outline her body. I hadn’t even sketched in limbs. She was incomplete.

My fingers itched…

I let them take me home. Orihime covered her cute tits with her blouse. We slipped out. There were plenty of girls wandering around that I created. Dream girls from Anime, Video Games, Comics, Movies, and Books. A slender girl with fiery hair and a greenish-golden hue to her skin flounced by, acorn earrings jiggling like little bells as they swayed from her ears.

“Night,” she said.

“Night,” I said, struggling to remember her name. I’d created her, but I made so many characters these last two weeks I couldn’t keep them all straight. Dozens a day, many I hardly knew.

But it made our customers happy.

I picked up some fast food on the walk home. I wolfed down two burgers while juggling a shake. My girls had already eaten. Fed, I was feeling drowsy as we walked up the driveway to our house. I headed inside and blinked at finding ribbons strewn across the living room floor.

What gifts were unwrapped?

I stumbled upstairs. Moans came from the bedroom. “Oh, Becky, yes, yes, ride your father,” panted Mom. “Mmm, work that pussy up and down his dick.”

“We’re going to lick you clean!” Sam moaned.

My sisters seemed to have moved into the master bedroom. I didn’t care. I had my girlfriends. I stumbled into my room. I had barely taken off my clothes when I collapsed on the bed. My eyes were so heavy. I heard Ruri and Orihime whispering as I sank into dreams.

Zelda waited there, demanding to be finished. “I don’t even have arms,” the princess moaned, her ears twitching. “And look at my body. It’s just an oval! You have to fix me!”

“Well excuse me, princess!” I shouted back as her unfinished form chased me through my dreams.

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Sam Davies

The next day, I was lost in thought. It nibbled at me that Daddy knew about my pregnancy. It was like he was psychic or something. It didn’t make any sense. I was unfocused, trying to puzzle out if I had left any clues since missing my period. I hadn’t talked to Mom, and she hadn’t noticed anything. Nor did I tell Becky.

She had taken her own test when she got home from studying with Tonya and learning I was preggers. She was, too. Daddy, again, wasn’t shocked. Happy, yes, but—

I bumped into someone.

I squeaked and stumbled back, blinking to see my brother’s nerdy friend Seth before me. The boy was a slender guy. Even without him having glasses, he looked like a nerd. He was too put together to be a normal student. His shirt tucked in, his tie perfect. His blue eyes were intelligent and his brown hair combed neatly. He had his phone in hand, a smile on his face.

“Sorry,” I muttered. “Didn’t see you.”

“No,” he said. “I couldn’t believe that you would actually walk into me. You’re that lost in thought.”

I shrugged.

“Care to talk?” he asked.

I blinked at that. “You’re not going to try to get me to join the chess club.” My brother and sister had both joined. I couldn’t believe that Becky was starting to hang out with Seth. She never had friends outside of Tonya. She was becoming more open. “It’s not my thing.”

“Of course not,” he said. He glanced down at his phone tapping something and looked to be reading a message.

“A notice about that pervy dream girl center you and my brother run?”

“Yeah,” he said, slipping his phone into his pocket. “The requests pour in. Ever heard of a character called Valeria?”

I shook my head.

“Me either. She’s from one of those old pulp novels. Maybe Conan.” He shrugged. “Something for your brother to draw. Here, see a list of what’s he’s drawn. Maybe you’ll want to have more fun.”

He handed me a list of girls. I scanned through them, recognizing about half of them. I wiggled my hips, spotting Princess Peach. I imagined her with her parasol. A hot shudder ran through me. Maybe I did have to come visit.

“So, what is the problem that has you lost in thought?” he asked.

“It’s just…” I was shocked by how open I felt right now, like I could tell Seth about it. “My dad knew something about me he shouldn’t have. There was no way he could, but he wasn’t surprised when I told him.”

“Weird,” he said. “Maybe he has ESP or something.” He leaned forward. “After all, your brother has his gift.”

My eyes widened. “Holy shit, he does.”

“There’s a book you might like to check out,” he said. “The college’s library probably has a copy It’s called The Heritability of Psychic Gifts by S. Ethmyer.”

I wasn’t one for studying, but… What if Daddy was psychic. My brow furrowed. There was a lot of weird things going on, now that I thought about it. My daddy was having lots of sex. He had such stamina. Girls stripped naked in his classroom, and now he was mayor without even running a campaign.

He knew I was pregnant…

I gripped the piece of paper. I had to check out this book.

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Steve Davies

I had been thinking about the gun shop off and on since we passed it. I didn’t like the sale. Maybe editing the gun shop out of town was too much, but I didn’t have to make it easy for people to buy them. I could put a stop to it.

I leaned back in my chair. My class was learning, the girls naked. I was buzzing from a delicious orgasm that Nikkole Vance, the cute cheerleader, had given me with her tight twat. I grabbed my phone. I had three edits for the day.

I opened up the phone, whistling as I considered how best to stop this gun sale from happening. If I edited the owner to not have it, then I couldn’t adjust him in the future if I needed to. Maybe I could edit the business too…

An idea hit me.

“What?” Anael asked. She was sitting on the cheerleader’s desk, looking like she was going to grind her pussy on the girl’s face.

“A solution to the gun shop sale problem,” I said.

“Is it a problem?” she asked.

I nodded.

“What are you thinking?”

“An aura that would keep people away,” I explained. “On the shop itself. Not much of an impression, just nudge them into thinking they didn’t need guns or ammo or whatever was sold there. The more they were into guns and stuff, the longer it will take to erode them, but the owner will slowly go out of business.”

“Interesting,” she said, throwing her thighs over the paused girl’s shoulders. Anael’s blonde hair swayed as she mounted the cheerleader’s shoulders, pressing her pussy into the girl’s face. “I like it. It’s subtle.”

“Something I need to get better at,” I said. “Little changes, not major tweaks. Fewer ripples affecting things I didn’t think of.”

She nodded, her ass flexing as she rubbed her pussy into the girl’s face. My angel let out a wanton moan of delight. I stared at her back, shaking my head. She was such a horny thing. I still sometimes had trouble believing she was an angel.

That God had actually sent her, but…

The app was pretty convincing.

“I’ll monitor the owner,” I added. “I’ll make sure he’s taken care of. I’m destroying his livelihood, so I don’t want him to suffer any hardships after he loses the gun shop.”

“Generous,” moaned Anael. “Ooh, I wish she was able to lick me. She’s got such a cute mouth.”

“Yeah,” she said.

I liked my idea. The gun shop would go away slowly. It would deflate out of my community, bleeding off customers. Then it would be gone. No laws that might be challenged in court. No sweeping changes that might have weird consequences.

Little nudges.

Smiling, I did a search for Bullseye Gun Shop. Its menu popped up and—

EDITED BY PLAYER TWO

“Holy fucking shit,” I gasped, staring down at the gun store’s entry. My heart froze as Anael melted off of Nikkole and appeared beside me. I had never seen her move like that. The angel leaned over, frowning.

“Now that’s an interesting move,” she purred. “Your enemy engineered a gun sale.”

My blood pumped cold through my veins. My hands trembled as I stared at my phone.

To be continued…

My partner told me as I would be away for a week on business she would invite one of her girlfriends over for company. She promised to email me every day to keep me updated.

Stella arrived just after lunchtime. She loves our unit with the view looking out over the water, especially the very large balcony. She asked if we sunbake naked on it?

Lots of chat and discovered we are both the same age and star sign, Libra. As you know Librans have a strong sex drive.

Spent the afternoon sunbathing by the pool. No one else at the pool, so we took our tops off. Stella has a very good body, 36D tits she told me, most impressive and huge nipples and you would like her big ass.

We rubbed sunscreen onto each other’s bodies. Loved Stella touching my nipples. When I touched hers they must have been almost an inch long. She told me she wished there was a man here to lick them.

After dinner she told me about some of her amazing sexual exploits. A three-some with one of your friends and his wife. She sucked his cock while the wife licked her to orgasm. Fucking a rock star years ago while her girlfriend watched, then watching him fuck her girlfriend while she watched.

Our sex life might seem dull for her, but I did tell about the time one of my girlfriends watched us fucking. She wanted to know all the details and if she participated.

She asked if we could sunbake totally nude on the balcony to catch the morning sun tomorrow?

TUESDAY

Lovely feeling sunbaking totally naked on the balcony. Most enjoyable having oil rubbed all over my naked body by another female. She spent a lot of time on my ass and told me it was beautifully proportioned.

On the other side she started on my shoulders, then worked her way down. Gave my tits a good workout, and then my nipples, teased them with the tips of her fingers. Very nice, and rock hard for her.

Then slowly down to between my legs. She asked if I would shave her like you do me. When she smeared oil over my cunt lips then teased them with the tip of one finger it was very exciting.

When she was laying on her stomach with her legs apart and the sun on her ass, she told me she loved a well hung man fucking her in that position. She asked if I would like to watch that happen. “Yes I would,” I told her.

She told me the last time she had sex in that position the man’s totally naked wife watched and offered encouragement. “That was a fabulous fuck. He must have been at least nine inches and very thick. His wife kept telling me and asking, “He loves fucking me like that, he is good isn’t he?”

WEDNESDAY

Every woman is a lesbian Stella told me today. Might be some truth in that!

I think she wants to have a lesbian experience with me. Must admit the thought is rather tempting, especially since the last fuck we had was on Saturday.

Stella told me today about her experiences with two men at the same time. Very exciting the way she described it, two very athletic and well hung men, especially when one man was sucking the other while he was fucking her. Maybe we could try that one day?

THURSDAY

I was feeling so horny this morning while Stella and I sunbaked naked.

I told her how horny I was and she told me she loved a challenge.

She told me that she had wanted to fuck me with her tongue since Monday when she arrived. She asked if I had ever had a lesbian experience before.

We had a shower together with our hands all over each other. Then she sat me on a high stool and stood behind me and kissed my neck. Very teasing.

Then she stood in front of me and we tongue kissed like teenagers.

When she told me she was going to fuck me with her tongue I was at the point of no return.

She knelt in front of me and teased my cunt lips with her tongue. Then she found my clit and licked it. I was so horny for you baby that I had two very wet orgasms almost immediately. Stella really was very good at it.

She took me to the bed and laid down on her back and told me to sit on her face. Her tongue on my cunt lips was heaven, especially with her hands on my ass.

Maybe tomorrow I will return the favor and have her? Would be a new and exciting experience for me, especially when I email you the details.

FRIDAY

We slept together for the first time last night. I teased Stella by telling her I wanted to fuck her lesbian style today.

She wanted me to tell her in great detail what I intended doing to her and how I might pleasure her.

I played a video of two well known blond porn stars having sex with men, then another video with the two women having lesbian sex together. They were awesome and I was sure they enjoyed each other more than they did the men.

Their foreplay really was something special, one lady was in the bath and the other lady came in stark naked, joined her in the bath and slowly seduced her. Stella and I, me especially are full of ideas for our tryst later today.

By now we are both totally suntanned all over, no white string marks or spots. Can’t wait to show you.

I was determined to tease Stella before I fucked her lesbian style and we flirted naked all morning without touching each other before we dressed and went for a light lunch.

Over lunch we both asked each other what we were wearing under our caftans.

“Can’t you tell? And you?” Stella asked.

She was a little agitated the whole time over lunch and kept asking me in a whisper how I was going to fuck her.

When we got back home I ran the spa, undressed Stella, she was naked under her caftan, and helped her into the bath. I left the bathroom and came back with a glass of champagne for her.

I undid the zip at the back of my caftan, let it slip off my shoulders and stepped out of it while Stella held my gaze as I joined her in the spa.

Great fun tongue kissing each other in the bath while Stella kept asking how I was going to fuck her.

After we dried each other off I took control and had Stella put her heels on, then I stood her facing the wall with her hands up over her head on the wall.

Her legs in heels and good big ass looked sensational standing like that.

As you know I have always fantasized about kissing and licking a woman’s ass – and what an ass this one was.

I knelt so I could indulge my fantasy with my hands on her hips. Wow, not sure who enjoyed it the most.

Then I turned her around with her legs open, tongue kissed her on the lips with one finger on her cunt lips and worked my way down her body with my tongue.

Very aroused nipples, must have been an inch long, then slowly down her stomach to her cunt lips.

I felt a pang of guilt as I was about to give sexual pleasure to a woman while my partner was away, but not the same as giving sex to another man is it?

I was both apprehensive and excited as I was about to achieve a personal sexual milestone, give another woman an orgasm for the first time in my life.

I could feel Stella tensing as put my hands on her ass cheeks in expectation of what I was going to do to her.

Then after days of foreplay my tongue made contact with her cunt lips. Very exciting for both of us, Stella was making strange mewing noises as I licked and teased her cunt lips with my tongue. Very exciting being in control of the situation.

I was determined to bring her to orgasm, but I wanted to make a real experience of it for both of us – and make it last so I took her to the bed and laid her on her back with her lower legs hanging over the end of the bed.

Lots of mirrors and we could both watch in them as I knelt between her legs so I could lick and pleasure her some more while I teased her nipples with my fingertips.

I told her you would enjoy watching this and I asked her if she would like to suck your cock while I was licking her cunt lips.

She told me, ‘yes please, would love to.’

What about you baby?

Stella was very wet on my tongue and her commentary was repetitive but very exciting as she was almost screaming, ‘fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt,’ which made me feel good as I was obviously pleasing her.

When she orgasmed for me I felt a huge sense of relief in achieving such a personal milestone.

And when she told me later I had given her six orgasms I felt very pleased with myself.

Can’t wait to have you home tomorrow so I can show you my all over sun tan, and to tell you all about Stella while you are fucking me.

Love and lust

Jxxx

FAMILY GUY PT3

The morning after the night before.

Peter fucked his daughter Meg faster and faster as he knew he was also getting close to coming. His daughter wrapped her legs tightly around her father and her thighs tightened rigid around him. Susie inserted a finger into Peter’s asshole and wiggled it with the result that his ass muscles bunched and he groaned loudly cumming in ecstasy cumming the most he had ever came inside of anyone even his wife Lois. “That’s it Daddy come inside me give me your hot seed” Meg cried out. As spurt after spurt of his thick creamy white sticky globs of sperm hit the back of his daughter’s cunt. “Come with me dad come together! YES !!!YES!!!!YES!!!THAT IT DAD CUM INSIDE ME.
“Oh!”

From the hallway a door slammed. “Honey I’m home” called Lois. A pause. “What’s all the commotion in there Peter?” His daughters legs pulled him harder against her as his spasms subsided. Susie wrapped an arm around her girlfriends father pushing her tits into his back her finger half buried in his fat asshole. Sandwiched between the two girls unwilling to move even if he could Peter Griffin heard Susie say “Hi Mrs Griffin. How was your trip?” As Lois stepped into the bedroom just in time to see her young daughter in her last throws of ecstasy.

As soon as Lois entered the room she was dumbfounded! but slowly she regained her senses and became aware of her surroundings and what was going on in front of her. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE” she was over dramatizing a bit but evil thoughts already had begun to formulate in her aroused mind. Meg and her father started to speak with the same words coming from their lips.

“I- I’m – we – where- just – I…”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP THE TWO OF YOU JUST SHUT IT!!!”

At that command they both went quiet though that didn’t stop either of them from trembling. Tears were already flowing down her daughter’s cheeks.

“MEG, SUSIE you get yourselves into your bedroom room – – NOW!” she ordered them

“And you get yourself cleaned up and get your fat arse in the livingroom as that’s where you’ll be sleeping tonight and think yourself lucky.” “I’ll deal with you in the morning.” she said to her husband.

Peter was relieved thinking that maybe once Lois had time to calm down that she wouldn’t be so rough on him. As wrong as it was Lois knew that she wanted to take advantage of her daughter Meg. Lois’s mind and her heart were racing. Although Meg and Susie where only young it wasn’t as if they where totally innocent she told herself.

Standing in her room Lois called Meg and Susie back into the room to try and find out just what was going on between them and her husband Peter.

“Are you looking to get your father sent to jail Meg. ”

The youngster’s face turned white and she looked as if she was about to start crying again.

“No mum sorry mum” came the barely audible response from her daughters mouth “we didn’t mean too” “Please were sorry.”

Glancing at her mother who was now sitting on the bed watching them to see if they where telling the truth Meg looked back at Susie. Susie smiled at Meg and gave a good luck thumbs up to her and crossed her fingers looking almost as nervy as she was herself.

“Right you and Susie get dressed and you can get Susie to the door and don’t speak to your father when you are their.” her mother said. Seeing that she was going to get nowhere with the two of them together. Meg and Susie got dressed quickly and then meg saw Susie to the front door.

“Goodbye Susie” Meg said smiling at her and giving a little laugh before sticking her fingers between her legs and into her still sloppy wet spunk filled tight cunt then putting her fingers into her mouth licking them clean she then blow Susie a kiss. Meg made her way back to her parents room, slowly entering the room you could cut through the tense air with a knife. Meg just smiled at her mother giving nothing away as she sat on the edge of the bed waiting for the long awaited question. And now the moment of truth was upon her. “Well Meg?” she said her eyes meeting Meg’s gaze their blue eyes trained on each other for a moment.

“YES Mother i fucked dad!” Meg squealed loudly throwing up her arms in elation with a huge grin.

“Yes!” Lois said almost launching herself from the bed towards her daughter where she met her in a hug both of them laughing and grinning in delight. “well done so our plan worked!” Lois said as she pulled back from her daughter quickly releasing her.

“your first should always be the one you remember” Lois said smiling.

Meg unable to stop smiling as well as she had been fuck Kevin Swanson a fact her mother did not know, she then started dancing around the room Lois giggled at the dancing and then joined in. Both giggling as they danced round the bedroom until they couldn’t go on as they both fell onto the bed. Lois reached out and took Meg’s hands drawing her daughter to her and giving her a passionate kiss.

“Well done Meg” Lois said with her own beautiful smile before sliding in and embracing Meg wrapping her arms round her daughters warm slender figure pressing her hands into her back as she rested her head on her shoulder.

“Thank you mum” she said softly hugging her back firmly. Lois drew back a little and softly kissed her daughter on the cheek and pressing her lips to the smooth skin as she felt her mother’s breath on her neck.

“Long overdue” she said as she smelt Meg’s hair unintentionally just noticing the overpowering sweet smell of her.

“I couldn’t have done it without you mum” Meg said giving her mother a kiss on the cheek just lingering a little before they pulled back. Their hands unconsciously slid to each other’s breasts just lightly caressing each others tits as they pulled apart. Leaving just a small gap between their noses and lips as they looked deep into each another’s eyes gazing right into each other’s soul at that moment. Lois felt a little tingle go through her as her nipples stiffening a little under her white cotton bra and her pussy giving a definite tingle as she stared at her young daughter. Meg felt much the same at that moment capturing both of them and sending the unmistakable shiver of arousal through their bodies Meg’s large nipples showing through her thin white cotton top as she had not put her bra back on when redressing.

Unable to deny the urge the two of them leaned forwards and locked lips kissing firmly. Their tongues probed and meeting in the middle and just sensually brushing and sliding past one another as their soft full lips pressed together. For just a few seconds Meg and her mother kissed softly the illicit moment feeling so perfect and satisfying to both of them right then. Slowly breaking apart with a smooching sound they lowered their heads resting them together without opening their eyes as Meg gave a sigh and Lois giving a little gasp just making the moment last as long as possible the soul soothing pleasure sinking in and feeling so perfect. Opening her eyes Lois found Meg looking up into her’s a nice smile playing across her red lips briefly.

Suddenly Lois and her young daughter came to their senses and realized what they’d just done. Pulling apart they both realized they’d just kissed each other and not in any kind of mother and daughter fashion but more like lovers. Hurriedly letting go of one another they stepped back both unsure of themselves and each other now as they looked uncomfortably around. And now the moment of truth was upon them again Meg quickly looked out the large bedroom windows to make sure nobody had seen them her mother looked out of the bedroom door to check that her husband Peter had not seen them.

Lois looked round nervously and pulled the bottom of her white shirt down to her tight blue jeans. Meg folded her arms in front of her well endowed breasts trying to cover her clearly erect nipples as she did so although her mother had already noticed them but wasn’t going to bring it up since she was hardly feeling totally cool herself. How could she be so stupid as to let herself be swept up in such a moment with her own young daughter wondering how it’d even happened in the first place.

“Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god” Meg muttered to herself as she tried to take in what had just happened closing her eyes and taking a deep breath which she slowly released as her mind raced. Meg felt a rising sensation in her body as she replayed the incident in her head the way they’d embraced and the way the kiss had come about as she recalled the feeling of her mothers soft warm lips meeting her own. Lois all so felt a rising sensation in her body as she tried to justify to herself that she’d just fully kissed her young daughter the forbidden incident playing in her head and doing nothing to help abate her shameful arousal unable to think of anything to say. . then quickly shaking herself back to reality.

“Well…I um…better get going to bed” Meg said quickly picking up the rest of her clothes that she had not put back on and then just glancing over to her mother unable to meet her gaze now.

“Oh…ok then Meg ” her mother said quietly glancing at her watch though she wanted her daughter to stay with her tonight. Meg walked to the door and then stopped in the doorway for a moment get herself under control then stepping out into the hall.

Making her way to her room Meg just couldn’t get the incident with her mother from her mind especially when she gave herself a moment to think about it as her mind raced with thoughts over what she just did. And one thing that was making her unsure was the fact that she was unable to get the illicit recollection from her head. She was running over everything in her mind trying to work out what she was going to do next. But one thought that she couldn’t drive from her mind was the soft caress of her mothers lips as they’d brushed against her own and she had to shamefully admit it was one of the best kisses she’d ever had.

Both now lay in their respective beds Lois flushed hotly as she realized what she’d been thinking about realizing that she was completely turned on at the thoughts of her young daughters soft illicit touch and that was just from one kiss they’d wrongly shared. The rest of the night she lay in the darkness as she went through everything rationally as she could not sleep as she tried getting it very clear that what had happened shouldn’t have done which she’d known from the start. Unfortunately she wasn’t feeling any less aroused as she tried hard to get to sleep but knew that tomorrow she would have to face her daughter over the breakfast table.

Meg wasn’t handling things much better as she lay in the darkness awake for some time unable to get what had happened out of her head. The part of her mind that had secretly enjoyed it with her mind running over everything… Meg was feeling just as confused about her feelings towards her mother as her mother was feeling about her and as much as she wanted to tell herself she hadn’t enjoyed it she couldn’t. The tingle that’d spread through her body was simply electric and her harden nipples which she knew her mother had seen didn’t tell otherwise. Just the thought of her mothers tongue brushing against hers and probing at her own as they kissed was enough to turn her on which would’ve happened if she wasn’t still troubled by the incident itself. what they had done had broken the law or as good as and she had to face her mother tomorrow.

Lois lay in the darkness trying to sleep for a while before opening her eyes again and laying on her back. All she could think about was just how soft and inviting her young daughters lips were and how that just a while before she had turned her on when it shouldn’t have done leaving her feeling a little horny. As she thought everything over her mind started to get more drawn to the illicit kiss they’d shared making her feel a little flush of arousal and her cunt started to moisten.

Quickly shaking herself out of her little fantasy Lois sat up in bed and pushed the silk covers back figuring maybe a shower would relax her somewhat and she could settle down to sleep like she wanted to. Getting out of bed she switched on the bedside lamp. Standing still for a moment before she reached down and pulled the sexy red silk slip off over her head leaving herself standing completely naked. The cold air that hit her body made her skin hyper sensitive which made her nipples stand to attention she threw the slip down on her bed and grabbed her towel and walked out of the room to her bathroom.

Reaching the bathroom she turned the shower on and turned the heat down a bit so it was a cool shower then dropped her towel. She waited a few moments for the water to warm up and then stepped into the spray. Moving fully under the spray she closed her eyes and let the water run all over her face and body. Feeling the cool water run down her body and over her erect nipples and down over her slightly damp hairless cunt she reached across and picked up the soap from the shelf on the wall and set about quickly lathering herself up.

Running her hands down her smooth taught wet body Lois spread the soapy lather over her body and her nipples which where feeling very responsive as she slid her hands down cupping her small breasts a little and resisting the urge to play with them before moving her hands down sliding them around her belly and over her hips reaching round her back and then just hesitating a bit before going onto her long smooth legs and then onto her hot cunt inhaling a little as she rubbed the soapy lather over her hairless cunt lips.

Lois turned and looked into the mirror looking at it she looked straight into her own eyes feeling the water jets on her smooth shoulders and back as she stared into the mirror unsurely as she tried to justify to herself how she was feeling towards her daughter and herself now. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and turned back into the water again letting it play down over her face and her body as she slid her hand over her taught stomach and straight to her hairless cunt letting out a low moan as she quickly went to work on rubbing her clit firmly with her fingers shuddering a little in pleasure and ecstasy. Rubbing in circles round her stiff slippery clitoris she hooked her index finger and middle fingers back in to her tight wet cunt teasing her entrance for a moment with her finger tips before she pushed them firmly up inside herself all the way to her hand.

“Mmm Meg” she mumbled immediately her face going bright red when she realized what she’d just said.

It didn’t matter now she thought as nobody would hear her and she needed this now and it was her daughter Meg who’d had made her so turned on. With her right hand she reached up to her breasts cupping her left one and flicking at her stiff nipple with her thumb before taking it and rolling it between her fingers for a proper tweak mumbling her daughters name quietly, as she continued to work at her tight cunt her hips grinding a little now into her fumbling hand as her brain ran with the idea of having sex with her own daughter. Kissing her daughters soft red lips and then stripping her cloths off as she pushed her down on to the bed. Then kissing all the way down her daughters young taught body to her tight juicy cunt wondering what she tasted like.

Lois let out a groan of pleasure and ecstasy realizing that she wanted more of her daughter Meg now more than ever. Looking up at the shower head she reached up and took it off its holder turning it to massage before pressing the head to her throbbing cunt the water hitting her tight cunt making her buck and pushing another primal grunt from her as she grabbed the shower head with both hands to expertly control its stimulation of her petite form and her small girl like tight throbbing cunt. Letting out a long moan of pure ecstasy from her lips making her bite her lip and closing her eyes shut as the pleasure flowed over her whole body like the images she had of herself and Meg kissing, fondling and slowly stripping each other flowed through her mind.

Pressing the warm plastic into her body Lois slid the shower head down between her legs onto her soft hairless cunt lips again grunting as the strong jets blasted up over her clit and in to her open cunt gushing round and around making her knees tremble and forcing her back on to the cold tiled wall. The hot water mixed with her own sweat juices that leaked continually due to her arousal. Just imagining that her daughter was pinning her down on her own bed licking over every inch of her hot small form before delving in to treat her to a succulent cunt licking from her daughters expert touch.

Just the thought of her daughter Meg sliding her hot tongue up into her tight wet cunt hole as she added a finger to her tight wet cunt herself. Her slim long powerful thighs squeezed together as her finger sank deeper into her tight wet cunt making her tummy flutter as she lightly pushed her finger in and out of her tight cunt as she worked the shower head on her clit. The powerful surge of warm water over her delicate flower as she called it was almost too much to bear as she approached orgasm.

She was working her hands hard and fast now her head back against the cold tiled wall. Her long orange hair wet and stuck to the cool tiles and her mouth now wide open and gasping as she played with herself using the shower head pulling it back and forth over her throbbing cunt. At the sametime she add a second finger to the inside of her throbbing tight pussy groaning loudly as she pushed them both completely into her cunt hole giving a little shiver that made her stop the movement of the shower head for a moment. Then rolling her fingers as best she could she started to thrust them deeper into herself as she started up with the shower head again.

Pressing the shower head up into her open cunt making her cry out loud a cry of sheer pleasure as the buzz of the water flow penetrated deeper into her cunt bringing on a large powerful orgasm which was like a giant tidal wave of pure pleasure and ecstasy breaking all over her body. As she imagined her young daughter sucking at her tight wet cunt and fingering her expertly as her own fingers made that huge orgasm break. With a earsplitting scream of pleasure that she was sure would wake her daughter and husband as her breaking orgasm hit her like a Tsunami hitting the shore, her hips bucking and moving forwards against the shower head she pressed into her tight cunt clamping and squeezing hard at her probing fingers.

Her back arched and her eyes screwed tightly shut, her nipples so hard she thought they would pop. With her screams dissipating and turning into long drawn out moans as she continued to work with intense energy and force at her tight cunt as the water kept pounding her clitoris as she ground her cunt against the force of the water before she quickly withdrew her fingers out from within her tight cunt. She then pulled the shower head away giving herself a quick rub with her skillful digits for a moment as she gave one last moan of pleasure then slumped back against the cold tiles with a sigh of relief and satisfaction.

She realized it’d been a long time since she’s given her tight cunt such a finger fucking and it had been even longer since she had gotten herself off using the shower head. With a contented smile Lois dried herself off and switched the shower off. Getting out she wrapped her hot well shaped womanly body for a woman in her late thirties in a large white Egyptian cotton towel. Holding it round herself as she reached up and quickly rubbed her wet hair as she left the bathroom switching the light off before she went over the rest of her body with the towel to dry herself off as she walked back into her bedroom.

Lois sat on the edge of the bed wrapped in the soft white Egyptian cotton towel with thoughts popping back into her head threatening to turn her on again. She sat their trying to justify to herself that it was just one of these things that happen by accident. But just minutes before she’d just masturbated to thoughts of having sex with her young daughter and had enjoyed herself . As she sat on the bed with a contented smile on her face and there was no way she’d be going to sleep when she was that horny. Lois got back into bed sliding down between the silk sheets before reaching out and switching the light off again as she just lay there on her back in the darkness for a moment before rolling onto her side and closing her eyes.

Her daughter Meg was having the same problem trying to get to sleep. From the moment her mother had kissed her she had felt her nipples stiffen and she just wished that they could have gone a little bit further even though she knew it was wrong to have these kind of feelings for her mother. At that moment she didn’t care that it was thoughts of her own mother that had turned her on she just knew she needed to get herself off. It wouldn’t take long with how she was feeling. Standing in her room naked Meg felt the cool night air hit her body as she reached up to brushed her hand over her rock hard nipples giving a little sigh of pleasure she bent over and pushed her little white cotton cum stained knickers down as they quickly slid down her smooth legs to join her white cotton top on the floor and reveal her hairless cunt.

Now that she was totally naked she let herself fall on to her bed. She just lay their on her back for a few moment before reaching under her bed for the vibrator she had gotten from her friend Susie. After what had just happened and the thoughts and images that where racing through her mind she thought it would be the perfect time to put it to use. She held up the twelve inch black cock shaped vibrator and switched it on feeling it buzz powerfully for the first time in her hand making her cunt throb just from holding it in her hand. Studying it she took in the soft black rubber shaft and which was covered in little soft rubber ribbed ridges. She was more than ready for it as she was now totally aroused and wet just thinking about her mothers kiss.

Meg rested her head comfortably on the pillows as she spread her legs open wide and lowered the vibrator to her now dripping wet cunt. At first she just teased the wet entrance of her tight cunt feeling the little rubber tips round the end of the vibrator head stimulating her rock hard clit and making her hips push forwards as she gave a strained moan and then a more sexual groan her eyes squeezing shut as a wave of pleasure and ecstasy gripped her reminding her just how turned on she was.

Wasting no more time she turned the black vibrator on to a higher setting and then slowly pushed the long thick shaft into her tight wet cunt. It was a very unique and gratifying feeling the little black rubber ridges pressing into the soft walls of her tight cunt as it slid up into her as she let out a low moan of pleasure. She just held it there for a moment deliberately squeezing it a few times with her strong pelvic muscles and enjoying the low vibrations from the vibrator before she got on with fucking her wet cunt with the long thick black rubber shaft again before resting it against her stiff clit to feel more of the buzz.

Meg moaned in pleasure as the bulbous head rotated within her rubbing delightfully round her magical spot as she called it the little rubber nodules making for a thrilling ride. With a long low moan she turned up the vibrations to the maximum and using her hand to thrust the long thick black rubber shaft slowly into her wet cunt the rotating long black shaft moving up and down in her tight wet cunt as her mind dived straight back into the hot incestuous fantasy that was running through her head in the first place. She got straight back into her fantasy where she or rather her and mother had been interrupted, which was her mother straddling her hips and kissing her passionately.

As she sped up her working of the long thick black vibrator a little more her other hand strayed to her stiff nipples her fingers lightly pinching and pulling at the large stiff buds imagining that it was her mother pulling and playing with them but using her teeth as she kissed all down her young taught body. Meg gave a long low moan and pushed her hips upon the long thick black shaft her pussy grasping the vibrator tightly inside her dripping wet tight young cunt. Her young tight cunt was wetter than it’d been in a very long time as she started to pump the long thick shaft harder into her twisting body and rolling it a little to stimulate her magical spot.

As she played with the images of her mother tearing off her white cotton bra and knickers before licking and sucking on her nipples firmly as her hand ran down over her smooth taught stomach to her hairless cunt. Just as she imagined her mother teasing round the top of her lips for a moment before pushing two fingers straight onto her tight wet cunt and rubbing her firmly. Meg gave out anther moan of sheer pleasure her body tightening on the verge of another overwhelming orgasm from the vibrating long thick black rotating shaft within side her pushing and pressing on the walls of her tight wet cunt and all the other right places with its little rubber bumps on her rock hard clitoris She just couldn’t take much more as she rammed it into her wet cunt hard.

With a muffled scream of ecstasy she imagined it was her mother holding her hips down and her legs wide open as she sucked her clit to finish her off as her orgasm hit her hard and fast. Her legs squeezed shut as she pressed the thick vibrator deep into her as far as possible her hand pushing her cervix open as the large black cock pressed into her soft lips as her body bucked powerfully on the bed. Her scream turning into a long low moan of pleasure as her head pressed back into the pillow. She trembled and shock through her massive orgasm which flowed into smaller ones before her body slumped sweaty and exhausted but totally satisfied on the sheets as sighing in relief as she let her arms flop at her sides.

Just lying still she breathed heavily for a few moments to get herself calmed down before she lazily opened her eyes and then her legs looking down to see the long black vibrator protruding from her tight wet cunt. She reached down and taking a firm hold of it pulled it slowly out of her tight cunt hearing soft wet noises as it slipped out of her dripping cunt just pulling her soft pink inner lips out slightly as she extracted it from herself seeing them hug the black vibrator for a moment before springing back as she pulled it out. Meg gave a stretch and then got up off her bed walking to the bathroom to rinse her new vibrator off. On opening the bath room door Meg just stood there in disbelief looking at her mother who had her fingers up her tight cunt at the same time as she had the shower head between her legs not knowing what to say or do she quickly returned her bedroom.

Back in her room Meg sat naked on her bed and rested her head in her hands her mind racing at what she had just seen. How could she go on like this with the new feelings she had for her mother which she knew where more than a little wrong. Brushing her hair back from her face Meg stood up and made her way back to the bathroom not thinking to put anything on, but the bathroom was now empty. For a moment, she just stood there pondering over everything again unable to let her mind rest as guilt filled her. Getting up the courage she made her way to her mothers room still naked as the day she was born.

On entering she could just make out her mothers form under the covers. Standing in the door way “well this is it no going back now.” she said to herself as she moved over to the bed and slipping under the covers. She was sure she was ready to take the first step and was sure that she wouldn’t back out at the last minute or anything like that. It was her do-or-die moment as she saw it and once her decision was made there was no going back as if she could stop now anyway.

With a wicked grin on her face Meg quickly slipped under the covers and sliding down into the bed ending up facing her mother. She immediately found her mothers breasts with her hands as she brushed over the nipples feeling her hard pointed nipples standing out then she let her hands move over her mothers taught mid section and on down between her mothers legs where she was surprised to find her hairless cunt. Meg then brought her lips to her mothers as she gave her a sensual kiss a long soft sensual kiss as their lip locked together and their tongues meeting lightly playing with each other.

Breaking apart Meg and Lois both sighed contentedly feeling completely relaxed and peaceful nothing could spoil this time together. Lois caressed her daughters breasts and pulled her closer to her Meg mumbling “I love you mum” through their majestic long soft cavernous kiss almost breaking apart again as they desperately tried to find each others breasts with their hands. Lois was now pushing her daughter Meg onto her back as they noisily snogged one another breaking apart for a loud gasp of air their hands now finding their target.

Megs hands found her mothers tits immediately grasping her well endowed breasts and giving them a firm squeeze her mother let out a light groan from her lips before they kissed passionately again. Lois was sliding her hands onto her daughters young firm breasts as she grasped her breasts her young daughter groaned as she continued to roll about on the bed her other hand slipping round and locating her daughters arse where her hand continued to cup her firm cheeks as they reached for each other in the darkness.

Meg broke the kiss and pulled away pushing her mother to arms length and holding her there as she gazed in awe up and down at her mother taking in the full view of her mother’s beautiful hot erotic body looking infinitely better than she could ever have imagined for a woman her age. Her mother let her gaze a moment and then shoved her daughters arms back onto the bed and lunged at her kissing her again rapidly kissing down her neck where she started sucking lightly as she pressed her slim hot body against her daughters body her fingers gliding down Meg’s smooth back and over her arse cheeks and down between her legs feeling her young daughters tight wet hairless cunt. It was Lois’s turn to step back and admire her daughters body looking down at Meg’s bald cunt which looked swollen and horny.

” Tastes even better than it looks” Meg murmured.

Meg let out a groan of pleasure as her mother finally went for it and attached herself to her daughters wet cunt as she started to suck feeling the soft fleshy tip yield to her tongue and her sucking mouth with ease. Meg let out a groan as her mother started to suck harder before running her tongue round the stiff point then sucking again lightly grazing it with her teeth before giving a little nip that made her daughter jump in surprise more than anything. “Hey careful down there” she said catching her mothers gaze as she quickly looked up at her daughter blushing bright red at being told off.

She quickly resumed her licking again but her daughters tight cunt was much wetter this time as her tongue softly caressed her cunt and the soft flesh of her outer pussy lips with her lips. Her mother nuzzled in closer pushing her tongue out and just dragging the tip up her daughters inner lips then up to the hard tip making her squirm a little since she’d never had that done to her before by any other woman and by her own mother only made it even better. Her mother had returned to fingering her own cunt at this point and was trying to brining herself off. However the sight of her daughter lying spread – eagled on the bed with her tight wet cunt still dribbling from her workout with the long black rubber vibrator and of course from the attention her mother was now giving her tight young cunt was causing a strange feeling inside her.

Her mothers hands simply couldn’t completely fondle her daughters breasts and anyway Meg had had enough of being the one getting all of the attention now she wanted to give it. Pushing herself up from the bed she forced her mother backwards on to the bed making her now look up at her daughters young beautiful hot body and she smiled. Meg brought her lips down towards her mothers breasts and planted her lips on to her firm breast and onto her nipple then breaking her soft kiss just as quick.

“No please don’t stop Meg! that was really nice.” her mother said. “‘I’m not sure what to do mum.” she said. “Just do to my breasts and pussy what you would like done to your pussy.” her mother said.

So Meg put her hand between her mothers legs and started to rub her finger just inside her mothers cunt gently and her lips back onto her nipple and started to suck on it softly. Her mother started squirming and making gentle moaning noises and her daughters kissing got more and more passionate. Meg’s index finger then slipped deeper into her mothers wet cunt. “I can’t take much more of this Meg your a natural.” “But if we’re going to do this then let’s do it properly.” her mother said.

“Look” said Meg “‘I’ve never done this before and I’m not sure what I’m doing either mum but it sure feels nice.” “You’ve got a great body mum and I just want to enjoy it” “Well OK” said Lois and with that they both got back to what they where doing to each other.

Meg leant forward and with her tongue she licked the entire length of her mothers wet cunt in one long upward stroke. “Oh Meg that’s was so good please do it again” With that her daughter put her hands on her mothers soft ass cheeks and pulled her in to her and started licking her cunt in just the same way as her mother had done to her and at the same time she put a finger inside her mothers wet cunt and she then started rubbing her clit with her thumb. Now it was Megs turn to listen to her mother as she started to moan and groaning in shear ecstasy.

“Oh God that’s so good don’t stop Meg it’s wonderful’ her mother moaned.

Meg kept working on her mothers wet cunt by simply doing the same things that she had enjoyed being done to her cunt by her mother just a few minutes ago when she was on her back on the bed and her mother was between her legs working on her tight wet cunt. She put her tongue deep inside her mothers cunt while she continued to work her fingers and her thumb in her mothers wet cunt.

After a few minutes her mother was shaking and wriggling and it was obvious from the sweet dribbling juices dripping from her wet cunt which where now flowing into her daughters mouth that she had made her cum. Meg stopped licking her mothers wet cunt and said “You’re so smooth mum” then dragged her tongue up her wet cunt again to find her clitoris before attaching to it with her soft lips.

Lois gasped as her daughter licked and sucked her wet cunt like a juicy orange and then nibbled on her clitoris making her hips buck involuntarily with a gasp she let out another grunt. Meg stop as she heard her mother grunt and moan then started sucking her cunt again the grunt and moaning spurring her on to increase her assault on her mothers wet cunt sucking harder and massaging her mothers clitoris with her lips and dabbing with the tip of her tongue on mothers love button.

Suddenly her mother gasped and let out a long moan her hands grabbing the sheets next to her trying to refrain from letting her lust take hold and guide her grasp to Megs soft hair. Her daughter giving a very deliberate slurp as she pulled away from her mothers soft wet cunt lips and licking her own before she gave a sly smile.

Her mothers eyes where squeezed shut again as her head dropped back onto the bed as her daughter went back to work on her mothers wet cunt as she used her mouth to the max. Lois covered her daughters head with her hands feeling her soft brown hair as Meg pushed her tongue upwards into her mothers cunt bring another loud moan of unbridled pleasure from her mothers lips. Her daughter was now circling her mothers clit rapidly with her tongue before sliding it down into her wet cunt hole and then just letting her top lip slip over the nub as her tongue teased her mothers delicate petals.

Just probing her mothers cunt hole for a moment Meg went all the way and slid her powerful tongue into Lois’s slippery wet cunt and was now being greeted by another little rush of her mothers hot sweet tasty juices again as she drove her tongue as deep as she could into her wet juicy cunt and just started wiggling and circling for a moment before drawing back slowly as her mother writhed on the silk bed sheets.

Slipping her tongue out Meg gave a firm long lick from top to bottom again her tongue going back to Lois’s clit again and again firmly kneading it and working on it just enough to provide the right intensity to give her mother the pleasure she craved. Her mother was on the brink of another orgasm her long legs squeezing her daughters shoulders as another wave of pleasure started rising from deep within her.

Taking a minute or two to recover her mother smiled as she slowly moved up the bed and knelt over her as they locked lips again letting her taste her own sweet cunt juices on her daughters lips as their lips locked together their tongues delving into each other’s mouths as they kissed their tongues danced together and their fingers interlocking as they snogged. Just pushing up with her right hand Lois eased her daughter over onto her back on the bed and with a contented sigh as their kiss broke, just feeling so happy to be loved by her mother.

Lois immediately went back to work on her daughters breasts sucking and nibbling at her soft firm young tits and nibbling at her large nipples a little harder each time as Meg gave out little moans and grunts as her mother sucked and licked at them feeling the tight points respond to her nibble as her daughter moved about on the bed under her.

She softly licked and kissed over her daughters left breast dragging her tongue across the nipple loving how Meg squirmed at the stimulation on her firm young tits. Her hand was gently squeezing and teasing at her daughters other breast as she switched from her left breast and moved across to start kissing and licking at the right breast and then using her hand on the left one squeezing it firmer this time scraping her nails over the soft skin at the same time.

Meg had her eyes tightly closed and was breathing quickly the motion of her chest almost upsetting her mothers rhythm as she licking round her daughters nipple wetting it with her tongue and then teasing it by blowing over it to make it cold her daughter giving out a little moan as her nipple stiffened even more. Her mother smiled in satisfaction before going back to work on her breasts sucking them into her hot mouth one by one leaving her daughter Meg gasping at the sudden change in sensations.

As she worked on her daughters breasts with her hot mouth her right hand moved downwards over Megs belly and down a little further to find her hot wet tight hairless young cunt then just teasing her with her fingers round the outside of her cunt hole. Megs heart was now pounding in her chest and was the only thing she could hear as she breathed heavily her mother was now teasing her with her tongue along her wet outer cunt lips before moving it down and into her tight cunt pressing her nose to the warm wet soft outer lips hearing her daughters moans and feeling her shift as her nose touched her clitoris.

Her nose breathing in the delicate sweet scent of her young daughters dripping wet cunt adding to her own arousal. Without a word her mother took in a deep breath of sweet sent and took hold of her daughters waist and pushed her tongue deep into her tight wet cunt. She felt Meg tense as if she was resisting her for a moment,but in fact she was trying to help by moving her arse up off the bed as her mother kissed down into her sweet tasting cunt. Meg moaning in ecstasy as her mother started to feel the sweet tasting liquid heat of her daughters hot wet young cunt as her tongue lapped up the juices coming from her open cunt.

She quickly located her daughters clit flicking quickly at the hood and then rapidly running her tongue round and over it doing her best to massage it as she took hold of Megs hips with her hands. She drew back and dragged her tongue slowly over her daughters soft wet lips pressing into them a bit before she went back to work on her clitoris licking and nibbling it again. Her daughter pulled herself up and reached down and took hold her mothers head with both hands lifting her away from between her legs.

Lois looked up at her daughter with her eyes looking straight in to her deep blue eyes. She could feel her daughter shaking like a leaf as her orgasum took hold of her entire body. The both of them lay on the bed in a tangled heap of naked bodies’ arms and legs. Meg said “Well that was bloody amazing mum””You know you can’t tell anyone what we’ve been doing Meg?’ her mother said “What we do in our own home must stay that way” she said.

“It’s not that I’m ashamed of what we’ve just done, but it’s just no one else’s business right Meg and well it was all such a big surprise I didn’t realize sex could be so great with another woman” her mother said. ” Yes mum!” “but i think we ought to try this out again Meg said.

‘What right now?’ her mother said. “No i think i need a rest i am well and truly fucked plus look at the time” smiled Meg and she started to get up of the bed. Her mother looked across at the clock on the wall which read 6 am. “Now we know how much fun it is we can do this anytime” she said “Well, we can always invite Susie to join us the next time?” her mother said. “What a fantastic idea” said Meg and her mother could tell that her plan had worked and she would soon have her daughter and her daughters friend right where she wanted them on their backs begging for it.

MICHAEL

The two new futas jerk each other’s cocks as they watch a video on the internet. Lori has no idea the blonde in the tape is her gender-swapped boyfriend Chris.

“You were so beautiful dancing last night, Sayuri-chan,” Mitsuko-hime purred when I arrived at the onsen to bathe. She sat on the edge, still in her black kimono, her obi tied behind her back in a beautiful, thick bow of red.

“Thank you, Ōjo-sama,” I said, bowing to her, my cheeks warming.

“You don’t have to be so formal with me,” she said, moving closer, her lips so red. I wanted to kiss them again. I had trouble sleeping last night, my pussy growing so wet between my thighs every time I thought of our shared kiss in the steamy waters yesterday. “Not after our kiss.”

“You’re the daimyo’s daughter,” I blushed as her hands cupped my cheeks. She moved closer. I could smell jasmine on her. “It wouldn’t be appropriate”

“Neither would this,” she said and tilted her head, leaning closer.

I trembled, our lips drawing together. My head cocked to the opposite side, our noses missing. Her lips brushed mine. So sweet. So warm. Her fingers tightened on my cheeks as she kissed me. My heart quickened. She was so beautiful.

I closed my eyes and pretended she was my Ōjo-sama, my wife. My hands went around her waist. I didn’t care that we were both girls. I held her hips as our lips moved, kissing each other, loving each other.

It was wondrous.

And then she broke the kiss, her eyes so sad.

“What?” I panted.

“My father is looking for a husband for me,” she whispered. “I wish you were a man, Sayuri-chan.”

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500 years later…

Chris’s question hung in the air as Miyu pulled away. The Japanese schoolgirl, a futanari-schoolgirl, adjusted her blouse, her cock thrusting before her coated in cunt cream. Cum leaked out of Chris’s pussy, freshly fucked by Miyu’s girl-dick. Chris had been a boy only an hour ago. And then a Japanese ghost had sucked on his cock while he masturbated before fucking him, transforming him into the busty blonde leaning against the hallway’s wall, jizz leaking down her thighs.

“We do nothing,” Miyu said, her voice cold and reserved despite the passion they just shared. Chris was ashamed at how much her new, feminine body had loved being fucked by the schoolgirl’s dick.

“But what about the ghost?” Chris asked. “And that tentacle demon?”

“Yokai,” corrected Miyu. “He is called Yokubō-no-Tako.”

“Whatever it’s called, it took Mariah.” She was Chris’s partner in an art projected they had been working on in the nearly deserted school. While Chris was being gender-swapped by the ghost, the tentacle monster had molested and then kidnapped Mariah to another dimension. “How do we get her back?”

“We don’t,” Miyu said. “I do. You are not a miko. You do not know the sacred prayers or the sacred dances. You do not know how to use the sacred implements.” Lying on the floor was her ofuda, a folded piece of rice paper covered in Japanese script, and beside it was her wand with a chain of zigzagging diamonds made of folded paper dangling from the end. “This is my task.”

“Can you at least tell me what’s going on?” Chris demanded. She grabbed her large breasts. “I have tits now. A pussy. Is there any going back?”

“If we find the onryō and exorcise her,” Miyu said. “I did not expect to encounter one here. I was tracking the yokai. My order has searched for the demon for five hundred years.” She shook her head. “I was shocked when I learned a foolish politician had made a gift to your school of a tree cutting from Aokigahara.”

“Aokigahara?” Chris asked, his hobby of watching Anime paying off in saying the Japanese word.

“Yes. A cursed forest on the slopes of Mount Fuji. A haunted place. The name means ‘Sea of Trees,’ but it has other names. The Demon Forest. The Suicide Forest. Only your Golden Gate Bridge is the site of more suicides every year than Aokigahara. And someone took a cutting from a tree out of that place.”

“Well, okay,” Chris said, blinking. “But, how do we find the ghost?”

“I am more concerned about the demon.” Miyu stared down at her cock and groaned. “But…maybe there is something you could do for me.”

“How can I help?”

“I’m still hard. Could you…suck me?” Her brusque, dominating tone had vanished, her words suddenly so hesitant. Color spotted her cheeks. “This is so embarrassing. I should have better control, but you are so naked and busty and… I have always had a weakness for gaijin blondes.”

Chris’s cheeks flushed. “Listen, I’m a guy,” she said, looking at that hard cock thrusting from Miyu’s black bush. A strange hunger washed over the former man. She remembered all the times Lori had sucked her cock. “And I have a girlfriend.” What the fuck am I supposed to do about Lori? And my parents? I can’t stay like this. “But…if I suck you off, you’ll help me find the ghost and fix me?”

Miyu bit her lip. She let out a whimpering moan. Chris understood. She had been in that position so many times as a man, feeling that aching need at the tip of his cock, the demanding drive to cum that would overtake him. He would do almost anything to get Lori to satisfy him.

Chris reached out, stroking the Japanese futanari’s dick, still slick with her pussy juices. A faint pink tinged the froth. She had been a virgin. “I’ll make you feel so good,” Chris whispered, her thumb rubbing across the tip. “If you help me. You can use my body whenever you like until I’m a guy again. I’ll make you feel so good.”

Chris fell to her knees while Miyu looked around. “I’m here for the yokai. I did not think more than the yokai had been sealed in that tree. But…” She swallowed, Chris’s hand stroking the tip of her dick. “The onryō is a threat. It will harm more people. But the yokai has to be our main focus.”

“Sure,” Chris nodded, leaning forward. “We have to rescue Mariah.”

Chris sucked on the tip of Miyu’s cock, savoring the taste of her tangy pussy staining the shaft. Her cheeks hollowed and her tongue swirled. The new girl remembered every trick Lori every used while sucking her dick. How Lori moved her tongue, when she sucked, how she stroked his dick and cupped his balls.

Miyu doesn’t have balls, but she does have a pussy.

Chris slid her hand down Miyu’s thick shaft to the base thrusting from her pussy lips. The Japanese schoolgirl let out a moan, pushing up her glasses. She looked so cute in her uniform, her gray skirts bunched around her waist, a matching vest over her white blouse, a red tie dangling down her front. She was so scrumptious.

Chris had a fetish for Japanese schoolgirls. Sometimes, Lori would dress up like one.

I should feel guilty about this, but I’m not myself. Is this really cheating? Once I’m back to being a guy, Lori never has to know about any of this.

Lori could never find out. As Chris sucked so hard on Miyu’s dick, she promised herself that she would transform back before her girlfriend found out.

Chris stroked Miyu’s pussy lips, sucking harder and harder. Her tongue swirled about the futanari’s dick, her fingers brushing her pussy, touching a hymen. Miyu was a virgin, too. Chris’s pussy clenched, a hot wave of lust shooting through her. She stroked Miyu’s flesh harder, sucking and bobbing on the throbbing dick.

“Oh, yes,” Miyu moaned. “Oh, yes, you little dickgirl joro. Mmm, such a joro. My blonde, gender-swapped joro.”

Chris popped her mouth off Miyu’s cock. “What does joro mean?”

“Slut.”

Chris shivered. Her pussy clenched. She rubbed harder at Miyu’s snatch. I feel like a slut right now. I am just hungry for this cock. I can’t believe how much I like sucking on it.

She bobbed her mouth on Miyu’s dick, loving the lingering traces of her pussy. Her cheeks hollowed as she pleasured the futanari, bobbing, sucking, slurping so hard. Her pussy clenched as she blew the thick girl-cock. The wicked, obscene sounds she made only made her cunt hotter.

Miyu moaned, her small mouth opening wide. She pushed up her glasses, her hips moving, sliding her cock in and out of Chris’s mouth. The Japanese futanari seized Chris’s blonde curls, fucking her mouth harder, the tip of the girl-cock brushing the back of her throat.

“Yes, this is what I need. Oh, you naughty joro. You are so hungry for it. You want my cum, don’t you?”

Chris only moaned about the dick, sucking harder, her pussy growing wetter. While her right hand rubbed at Miyu’s virgin snatch, her left hand shoved between her thighs. The new girl rammed two fingers into her deflowered cunt, groaning at the pleasure shivering through her. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter as she fingered herself, reaming in deep while Miyu fucked her mouth.

Precum leaked out of the dick. The salty flavor melted on Chris’s tongue. She moaned, her cheeks hollowing. She bobbed faster, her fingers pumping harder and harder into her pussy. Her cunt clenched on her digits while she savored how hot Miyu’s vulva and labia felt.

“Oh, Chris, yes. You make my cock feel so good. Oh, yes. I will help you become a man. But it is such shame. You are such good cocksucker, joro.”

Chris shuddered at her praise, her fingers digging deeper. Pleasure rippled out of her pussy. She moaned and hummed about the dick in her mouth, twisting her head, doing all the tricks she remembered Lori doing.

Including looking up at Miyu.

Her pale-olive face grew flushed. She pushed up her glasses again while her dark, almond-shaped eyes fluttered. Her mouth kept opening, kept making the cutest moans that only made Chris wetter and suck harder.

I’m pleasuring her. This must be why Lori sucks my cock. Because it’s such a treat to give pleasure.

“Yes, yes, you love my cock. Oh, Chris. I’m going to cum. I’m going to erupt. You’ll drink it all down, won’t you?”

Chris moaned a yes about the big dick in her mouth.

“And those fingers.. Keep rubbing my pussy. Oh, yes. You make my clam feel so good. I’m going to cum all over your fingers. Iku!”

Juices gushed out of Miyu’s virgin pussy over Chris’s fingers. A moment later, cum splashed into her mouth. The former man gulped down the salty futanari-jizz. The thick, creamy treat flowed down her throat as she swallowed over and over.

The hot thrill of drinking a futanari’s cum shot through Chris. Her pussy clenched on her pumping fingers. A dizzy wave of bliss rushed out of her cunt. She gulped down more. So much jizz flooded out of the futanari. Miyu moaned in Japanese, the words spilling out of her mouth in a tumble of delight.

Oh, god, this is so hot.

Chris’s fingers pumped fast and furious in her pussy as she swallowed the last load of cum. Then the blonde pulled her lips off, threw her head back, and screamed out her orgasm. The sound of her voice echoed down the hallway.

“Yes, yes, yes,” gasped Chris, her pussy spasming about her fingers. The pleasure rushed through her body. Soft waves, so different than the hard pulses of a cock cumming. It lasted longer. It made her tremble. “Oh, that’s nice.”

“Yes,” Miyu moaned, eyes hot. “Oh, you have such big tits. You gaijin and your big breasts.”

The futa’s hands reached down, grasping Chris’s new, large breasts. She squeezed them, her cock rubbing into Chris’s stomach. There was such hunger in the futanari’s voice. Her fingers dug into Chris’s tits.

“Do you need more to make your cock go down?” moaned Chris.

“Your tits are just so big,” she moaned. “I love big tits. Oppai is my favorite.”

“I love it, too,” Chris groaned.

“You ever heard of paizuri?” Miyu asked.

“That’s a titty fuck, right?”

“And a white necklace,” she moaned, her cock sliding up Chris’s stomach.

“Pearl necklace,” Chris corrected.

“It’s my other favorite kink. You need big tits for paizuri. And you have such big, beautiful tits.”

And then they heard someone screaming from below. Miyu’s head jerked up. “Kuso!”

Chris knew that word. Shit.

“What?” Chris asked.

Miyu scrambled for her discarded wand and ofuda. “The onryō is back.”

Hope surged through Chris as she shoved down her shirt and tried to pull up her jeans. Miyu already raced ahead, her skirt bouncing about her naked ass, her dick still thrusting hard before her. Chris chased after in loose socks.

Her phone beeped with a message.

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“Well, now what do we do?” Lori asked as she sat down on her bed. Her dick was back to being a clit again. The redhead shuddered, her body naked and smeared with cum. Hers and Yoshiko’s. She had just fucked her friend’s asshole at the same time the futanari-ghost had.

I have a clit that turns into a dick? What’s Chris going to think?

“I don’t know,” Yoshiko said, sitting down beside Lori, her large tits bouncing. Yoshiko was half-Japanese, and she mostly looked it, petite, with the pale, olive tone to her skin and black silk for hair. But her eyes were round and blue, Caucasian eyes. And she had the biggest pair of tits in school. Lori was envious. Hers were nice, round. Big enough handfuls for Chris to play with, but she knew her boyfriend like huge tits.

Every guy did.

And now I have a cock.

“I really don’t know,” Yoshiko sighed, giving her friend a smile. “But… I’m not sad this happened.”

“No, we finally…did it,” Lori said. She was aware of Yoshiko’s crush, but she never minded. She didn’t want to ruin her friendship with the Japanese lesbian. She was straight. Or she had been until Yoshiko grew a dick.

And then everything had changed between them. They had fucked in several different combinations. Lori felt a little guilty that she cheated on Chris, but Yoshiko had been so hard to resist. And then after Lori grew her cock, it seemed to have a mind of its own.

Lori grabbed her phone. She had a few notifications.

“Sorry for ruining your carpet,” Yoshiko said, staring at the large wet spots of cum staining the floor. “I bet some soda water will get the cum stains out.”

“It’s fine,” sighed the nineteen-year-old redhead. “My mom knows I’m sexually active with Chris. I’ll just claim it’s from that.”

Yoshiko winced. “What are you going to do about Chris?”

“I don’t know.” Lori found the message Chris sent. Hot pics, babe. Holy shit, got to go fap. That was the last message, sent over thirty minutes ago right after she sent the naked pics.

And then everything had changed.

She typed back, Glad you liked them. Something happened between me and… Lori deleted that last sentence and hit send.

They sat in silence for several minutes, Lori answering other text messages, commented on a few posts on Facebook, replied to a few tweets, sent a quick Snapchat to her friend in Las Vegas, then liked a few pics on Instagram. Yoshiko squirmed.

“Lori, I…” The girl swallowed. “I don’t want to ruin things between you and Chris, but…”

“But we both have dicks now.” Lori swallowed. “Maybe Chris will be cool about it. I mean, he can still fuck my pussy. And, well, I bet he would love watching us. He has a big futanari fetish.” Her clit tingled. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to let Chris know.

But fear held her back. What if he freaks out? I have a bigger cock than him. Guys get all kinds of stressed out over that.

Lori glanced at Yoshiko’s boobs, understanding perfectly why they did.

“If you keep staring at my boobs, you’ll make me excited,” Yoshiko blushed.

“We have to find a way to get rid of these,” Lori decided.

“Really?” Yoshiko said, biting her lower lip.

“Oh, you just want to fuck Ms. Lindon, don’t you?” accused Lori, giving her friend a sharp stare. “You want to enjoy it.”

“Well, yes.” Yoshiko nodded her head. “What’s so wrong with that? Sayuri-chan gave us something special.”

“Well, maybe she can un-give it to me. You have to find a way to communicate with her. She’s haunting you.”

“She only speaks Japanese,” Yoshiko complained. “I’m not so good at that.”

“You dreamed her when you fell asleep, right?”

Yoshiko nodded. “I was her as she relived something in her past when she was alive. She was with the princess. Mitsuko.”

“Well, good, then go to sleep.”

“Now?” Yoshiko asked.

Lori’s phone chirped. It was a message from Isa Melendez, who was in Lori and Yoshiko’s social studies class. You have to see the video Phil Parish uploaded on PornHub. He caught that Japanese girl fucking at school.

Lori’s eyes shot to Yoshiko, her stomach curdling. She clicked the link to the porn website saying she was over eighteen. Yoshiko frowned. “What?”

“Um, someone uploaded a video to PornHub of a Japanese girl fucking at our school.”

“And you think it’s me?” Yoshiko laughed, leaning in to look.

The video loaded. It was a cellphone shot clearly from the second floor hallway of Redwood Academy near the art room. A blonde girl, her jeans and underwear around her ankles, her top pushed up over a pair or large breasts, moaned and gasped as Miyu, in her schoolgirl uniform, fucked her from behind with a strap-on.

“I knew Miyu was a lesbian!” Lori exclaimed as she watched the video of the two girls fucking.

“Yeah, but who is that girl?” Yoshiko asked. “She’s hot. Those big tits. There’s no blonde at our school with tits that big.” It was a private school, the student body small. “I would remember.”

“I don’t know.” Lori bit her lip. “But, damn, Miyu is fucking her hard.”

She squirmed, her pussy growing hot, her clit throbbing. She felt that familiar ache. If she got the least bit aroused, her dick would swell and grow. Lori bit her lip, wanting to look away, but couldn’t. There was something so familiar about the blonde.

She could be Chris’s sister.

“Someone’s getting hard,” Yoshiko purred, her voice throaty, her large breast rubbing against Lori’s arm.

She shuddered as Yoshiko’s hard nipple rubbed her arm. And moment later, a hand engulfed her cock. Yoshiko stroked the hardening clit-dick. Lori groaned, her breasts rising and falling as she stared at the scream.

“Yoshiko,” she moaned. “Please. Haven’t we done enough?”

“You’re getting horny watching porn,” Yoshiko purred. “And Miyu does look so cute. Look at her pump that ass. The way her skirt is bunched around her hips.”

“Uh-huh,” Lori groaned, the video reaching the end. She hit the reload button, watching it again, listening to Miyu and the blonde moan and gasp.

“God, yes,” moaned the blonde, shuddering.

Lori’s dick throbbed in Yoshiko’s hand. The redhead shuddered, her free hand moving out, brushing Yoshiko’s lap and found an equally hard girl-dick. She grasped it, stroking her friend, her pussy clenching as they both moaned, eyes fixed on the screen.

“Yes, yes, yes,” the blonde moaned. “Fuck me. Oh, god. A futanari is fucking me. They’re real.”

Lori’s pussy clenched. Miyu was a futanari? “Holy shit!”

“Did she get molested by Sayuri-chan, too?” moaned Yoshiko, her hand flying up and down Lori’s cock. Her dick ached and throbbed as she stared at the video. The blonde’s curvy ass jiggled every time Miyu drove in her flesh-colored appendage. It was a cock. Lori’s pussy clenched. She stroked her friend’s girl-cock faster and faster.

“This is so hot.” Lori shuddered. “Oh, my god, Yoshiko. Another futanari. Maybe she knows something.”

“Uh-huh,” panted Yoshiko. “And that blonde. Look at those tits. They’re as big as mine.”

Lori’s eyes glanced at Yoshiko’s bouncing tits. The redhead licked her lips, brown nipples bobbing and waving as Yoshiko’s hand stroked her cock so fast. The pleasure raced up her dick, compelling her arm to keep stroking Yoshiko’s shaft. Precum bubbled out the tip, coating her hand as she jerked the half-Japanese futanari.

The pleasure raced down her shaft to her pussy. The redhead moaned and tossed her head as the pleasure built and built in the depths of her pussy. It spread up her cock to the throbbing tip. Yoshiko’s stroking hands fanned the growing passion, making Lori tremble and toss her fiery hair back and forth as she stared at the screen.

“Cum in me Miyu!” screamed the blonde. “Cum in my new pussy!”

“New pussy?” groaned Lori, frowning as Miyu thrust forward, threw back her head, and clearly came in the blonde’s cunt. Then the video ended. She looked so much like Chris she could be his sister. For a moment, Lori’s pleasure retreated as the thought struck her: What if it is Chris?

But then the ridiculousness of that was swept away by Yoshiko’s stroking hand. Lori shuddered, biting her lower lip as her pussy clenched. Yoshiko gasped and moaned beside her, both futanari stroking the other to a powerful climax.

Lori’s green eyes fluttered. She let out soft moans, squirming, her pussy cream leaking out her cunt forming a naughty wet spot beneath her ass. I bet there’s one just as hot beneath Yoshiko’s ass. My sheets are going to be soaked in cunt.

“Oh, god, Yoshiko,” Lori moaned. “I’m so close. Keep stroking me.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Yoshiko’s head threw back as Lori’s thumb hit the reload button, the video starting again, Miyu fucking the blonde hard.

“Cum in me, Miyu. Cum in my new pussy.”

“Cum with me, Lori,” Yoshiko moaned, leaning in close, her soft breast rubbing on Lori’s arm.

Lori’s pussy clenched. Her dick throbbed. Her friend’s hand stroked to the pinnacle while her hand slammed down Yoshiko’s dick before pistoning back up. Her hips bucked, fucking her cock through Yoshiko’s tight grip.

And came.

“Yoshiko!”

“Lori!”

Twin fountains of white cum shot into the air as both futanari erupted, the jizz arching to the floor. Each blast was accompanied by a rush of pleasure stabbing through the redhead’s body. Her round breasts jiggled as she thrashed, both her hands clenching hard on phone and girl-cock. The pleasure boiled in her mind. She felt each pulse of Yoshiko’s spunk rushing out of her cock.

Lori fell back on the bed, her cum shooting over her body almost straight up. As she thrashed in rapture, she watched the jizz hit its peak and then arc back down to splatter hot on her belly, making puddles of creamy jizz.

“Oh, my god,” Lori panted, her breasts heaving. “Oh, that was hot.”

The video still played. Her dick was so hard. She couldn’t stop staring at the blonde. There was something so familiar about her. Her body was the same golden-tan of Chris’s. Her hair, though long, was the same shade of blonde lightened by spending too much time in the sun. She looked like a surfer babe where Chris looked like a surfer stud.

“Look at all the cum,” Yoshiko said, holding her hand up. Pearly lines of Lori’s jizz ran over it. The Japanese futanari giggled, her fingers dipping down to play with the girl-spunk pooling on Lori’s stomach. She swirled it, gathering a blob then shoved her hand beneath Lori’s ass and the bed.

“What are you doing?” Lori absently asked, her eyes locked on the footage. It can’t be Chris. That’s just ridiculous.

“Playing,” Yoshiko purred, her cum-stained fingers pushing between Lori’s butt-cheeks.

The redhead gasped as her friend’s fingers pressed at her asshole, smearing jizz on the puckered opening. Then she groaned as Yoshiko’s digits penetrated her asshole, lubed by her own girl-cum. She clenched her bowels on the intruding digit, eyes locked on the screen, watching the vid play over and over again.

Lori groaned, her dick throbbing every time Yoshiko’s fingers reamed into her asshole. Her bowels clenched on the digits, the rough pleasure rippling to her pussy and cock. Her girl-dick throbbed above her belly, dripping precum.

“Mmm, roll over,” Yoshiko moaned. “It’s my turn to fuck your asshole.”

Lori absently did, enthralled by the video and the thought the girl on it might be Chris. The jeans bunched around her feet looked like Chris’s, but it was hard to tell, and what looked like a pair of striped boxers her boyfriend owned as piled with them. Boxers and not panties. But maybe they’re boy shorts though? The shirt was bunched over her tits and hard to tell the style. Lori studied the pattern anyways. It could be one of Chris’s t-shirts.

But it can’t be him.

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Yoshiko smiled at Lori’s cute ass wiggling before her. The redhead knelt, her cock dangling from her shaved pussy. The Japanese futanari licked her lips, loving the hot sight of her friend’s pussy, the way Lori’s labia wrapped about her dick.

“You are so hot,” Yoshiko said, her eyes sliding up through Lori’s taint to her butt-crack. Yoshiko pried her friend’s butt-cheeks apart, staring at the sphincter greased with girl-cum.

“I am,” Lori said, though her words were distant.

“Still watching that video?”

“It’s just…” Lori trailed off. “Yeah, it’s hot. I can’t stop watching.”

“Then enjoy it while I fuck your ass.” Yoshiko trembled, eager to enjoy her friend’s last hole.

She brought her dick to Lori’s asshole, rubbing the tip against the puckered sphincter. She savored the feel, her large tits bouncing before her. She groaned, smearing her dick around in slow circles, aches racing up her shaft. She pressed on her friend’s asshole.

“Yes, we are,” Miyu moaned from Lori’s phone. “Oh, joro, you have such a tight cunt. Oh, you’re going to cum so hard on my cock, aren’t you?”

“Is the blonde’s name Joro?” Yoshiko asked as she rubbed her dick’s tip in circles against Lori’s asshole.

“I don’t know. Sounds Japanese. Hold on.” The video stopped playing, the gasps going silent. “Hmm, it means slut in Japanese, so I guess not.”

“Slut,” panted Yoshiko. “How demeaning.”

“Or hot. I love it when Chris calls me slut when his dick is in me.” Lori wiggled her hips, rubbing her sphincter against Yoshiko’s dick. The video played again.

“Oh, god,” moaned the blonde from the phone.

“Joro,” Yoshiko giggled, pressing her cock forward. Her voice grew tighter as Lori’s hot, tight bowels engulfed her dick. “Oh, you are just a joro for my big girl-dick.”

“Yes,” Lori moaned, her voice throaty, her back arching. “Holy shit, that’s a huge cock. Mmm, stretch my bowels. I can feel it throbbing all the way to my dick.”

“I bet,” panted Yoshiko, the rough friction surging through her body.

Unseen hands touched Yoshiko’s breasts.

…Mitsuko-hime…

“Mmm, Sayuri-chan’s back,” Yoshiko moaned, watching the unseen hands clench on her big tits, deforming her flesh. Her tits lifted as Sayuri played with them. Yoshiko moaned, her dick bottoming out in her friend’s bowels. Fingers pinched her nipples, shooting tingles down to her pussy and cock.

Something hard and thick pressed at Yoshiko’s pussy. Her eyes widened as the ghostly futanari-dick pressed forward, filling her cunt. She moaned, the ghost’s strokes thrusting into her, driving her to slam into Lori’s asshole.

Flesh slapped into flesh every time Yoshiko buried in her friend, her pussy clenching on the invading dick. She could feel Sayuri’s breasts rubbing into her back, the silk of her skin, the hard point of her nipples. She looked over her shoulder and saw nothing.

But felt lips kissing at her mouth.

Yoshiko thrust her tongue out into empty air, dueling with the ghost’s tongue. Her body shuddered. Her cock was buried in tight ass, and her pussy clenched on ghostly girl-dick. Her hips rocked back and forth between her two lovers.

“Damn,” Lori moaned. “You are fucking my asshole so hard.”

Yoshiko only moaned, her lips occupied.

Lori looked over her shoulder. Her green eyes widened. “Oh, you are kissing the ghost hard. And look at your tits. They’re just floating as she plays with them. Oh, wow, she’s pinching your nipples. I think she loves your big tits.”

Yoshiko broke the kiss with Sayuri. “Yes,” she panted, pussy clenching on the ghost’s dick. “Oh, Sayuri-chan, fuck me while I fuck Lori. I love this.”

“Uh-huh,” Lori moaned, rocking back into Yoshiko’s thrusts.

Friction burned through the Japanese futanari’s body. Her cock and pussy both grew warm from the slide of flesh on flesh. Her dick thrust harder and deeper into Lori’s bowels, the velvety sheath clenching and relaxing on her shaft. Sayuri’s girl-cock reamed her pussy, stirring up such delight through her body. Every time the ghost thrust in, pleasure raced to the tip of Yoshiko’s cock.

And she loved it.

Sayuri’s lips sucked and nibbled on Yoshiko’s neck, driving her wild. Her body trembled. The strokes drove her closer and closer to exploding. She writhed between her two lovers, seen and unseen, hands clenching Lori’s waist.

“Oh, yes, pound my asshole,” Lori panted, butt-cheeks clenching, bowels squeezing so hard on Yoshiko’s dick. “Mmm, yes. Fuck me.”

“So hard!” the blonde moaned from the camera.

“Shit, shit, shit,” gasped Lori. “This is so hot. It has to be him.”

Yoshiko didn’t understand or care what her friend was talking about. She just moaned and gasped, writhing and bucking between her lovers. Sayuri fucked her so hard, the ghost driving her forward into Lori’s sweet bowels. The friction in her pussy raced through her, building her orgasm.

The tip of her dick ached to explode. Her pussy clenched, eager for the rapture to detonate in her core. Yoshiko arched her back into her ghostly lover, feeling Sayuri’s hard nipples and soft skin. The futanari-ghost kissed and nibbled at her neck, rolling her nipples harder, faster.

“Lori! Sayuri-chan!”

Yoshiko came.

Her cock unloaded into the hot, tight depths of Lori’s bowels. Her pussy spasmed about ghostly cock. Her hips pistoned while Sayuri fucked her harder and faster. The pleasure rushed through her body, waves of rapture and blasts of ecstasy. She loved cumming with girl-cock and pussy. It was the best.

Her dick spurted a final time into Lori’s asshole, but Sayuri kept fucking her. And Yoshiko was still so hard, her sensitive dick pumping in and out of Lori’s bowels, driven by the futanari-ghost pounding, plunging her girl-cock over and over into Yoshiko’s sloppy depths.

“Oh, damn.” Yoshiko trembled. Her pussy and cock were so sensitive from cumming. And Sayuri churned her cunt to a froth with her hard strokes. Another orgasm exploded in her.

“Damn,” Lori moaned. “You keep cumming in me. Holy shit, Yoshiko. I… Yes!”

Lori’s spasming bowels on Yoshiko’s cock only made her pleasure more intense. The rapture shot through her straight into her mind. Her back arched. Her body trembled as she savored the embrace of Lori’s asshole and Sayuri’s arms. The ghost reamed her cock into Yoshiko’s depths, keeping her orgasm alive.

Pulse after pulse of cum shot out of Yoshiko’s dick. She lost count after ten. It was so much. Stars danced before her eyes. She moaned and gasped, her pussy writhing about the ghost’s dick. She swam in ecstasy, the world fuzzing dark around her.

…Ōjo-sama…

Ghostly futanari-jizz flooded Yoshiko’s pussy. She spasmed harder and harder. The ghost’s body melted into her, merging, joining her cumming flesh. She screamed out her pleasure as the rapture crashed into her mind.

And plummeted her into darkness.

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Yoshiko’s body fell across Lori. The redhead grunted in shock, her bowels clenching on her friend’s dick. Then Yoshiko rolled off and sprawled next to Lori. She panted, cum pouring out of her gaping asshole.

“You shot so much into me,” Lori moaned, the flood dripping down to her pussy and then to her cock. She still buzzed from her orgasm, a huge wet spot of cum staining her covers beneath her tits. “Yoshiko?”

Yoshiko’s face was slack, her breasts rising and falling in a slow rhythm.

“Damn, you cum hard. You actually passed out this time.” Lori bit her lip, looking at the video. “So I can’t even ask you if you think this is Chris. Well, I hope you remember to talk to the ghost this time. We need answers.”

Lori rolled over onto her back, sitting in the wet spots from her cum and pussy juices. She wiggled, sending Chris a message through Facebook’s messenger with the PornHub video tagged in it. “This girl looks like you, doesn’t she?”

She bit her lip, wondering how her boyfriend would respond. This is just crazy. That can’t be Chris. It would be impossible.

But it also made her cock tingle. What would it be like to fuck her boyfriend as a girl?

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Chris raced after Miyu, struggling to hold up her jeans, her new tits bouncing before her. She yanked down her shirt to cover her heaving mounds. The chain of zigzagging paper diamonds fluttered from the end of Miyu’s wand as the futanari-schoolgirl raced down the stairs to the first floor. The girl’s screams grew louder, sounding strangled.

Chris almost fell rushing down the stairs. Her socks were loose, her feet having shrunk, and her jeans were longer. The ends kept falling past his feet and she would step on them, almost yanking them out of her hands. Miyu outdistanced her, but she kept going. Miyu’s feet slapped on the hallway, beckoning.

“Wait up,” Chris shouted, not wanting to be left out of the fight. This was her chance to become a man again. Then Lori never has to know about this insanity.

She reached the first floor as Miyu disappeared into the boy’s restroom. The screams came from there. Light flared as Chris rushed down the hallway. She almost slipped but caught herself. She reached the restroom door and slammed through it.

Miyu stood before the far stall, her dick thrusting before her, dripping with Chris’s saliva. The taste of her futa-cum suddenly grew salty and strong in Chris’s mouth as she remembered sucking and worshiping the big dick. She dashed to join Miyu, standing behind her.

Another guy, swapped into a girl’s body, writhed on the toilet, the ghost on his lap. It was the same hideous spirit. There were angry, red welts around her throat like she had been strangled or hung. The white paint coating her face had run off revealing bloated, gray skin beneath. Her hair was wild. A ball of blue, dancing light rushed at Miyu. The shrine maiden whipped her wand, striking it with the paper chain and knocking it back.

The ghost spat something in Japanese. Miyu answered.

“Kick her ass!” Chris cheered as Miyu stepped forward, her ofuda thrust before her.

The ghost flinched from it, hissing at the light. She held her hands over it while the new girl trembled on the toilet. The stall walls shook. The ground trembled. Chris’s heart raced as the magic rushed through the room.

“Oh, god,” moaned the girl. She looked like Phil Parish’s sister. Shit, that is Phil. She got him.

And then something happened. The ghost’s eyes lowered, widened. The ugliness vanished, her beautiful, white-painted face returned, looking like a geisha, lips artificially red. The alabaster hair comb, plunged into her the stylized bun of her hair, almost glowed.

“Sayuri-chan,” the ghost purred then spoke in rapid Japanese.

Miyu shook her head, answering back.

“What’s happening?” Chris asked.

“She thinks I’m Sayuri-chan,” answered Miyu. “Because of my cock.”

“Who’s that?”

“I have no idea who—” Miyu’s words cut off into a moan. The ghost had lunged at the futanari. Chris peered around Miyu to see her lips latched onto the schoolgirl’s dick, white-painted cheeks hollowing. Miyu shuttered again. “Īe.”

Miyu trembled, her back arching. She raised her wand over her head and lashed it down at the ghost sucking on her dick. But the ball of blue light darted down, blocking the stroke. The light flared. The stall walls rattled and Chris trembled.

“What’s she doing to you?”

“Trying to…possess me…” panted Miyu. “Her mouth… So good…”

“No,” Chris shouted, grabbing Miyu’s waist. She tried to pull the futanari back from the ghost, but the spirit wrapped her arms around Miyu, gripping her ass. “You can’t have her. She’s my futanari.”

But the ghost only sucked and bobbed her mouth, the wet slurps joining Miyu’s moan as the ghost swallowed more and more of Miyu’s dick. She deep-throated the schoolgirl’s cock, bright-red lips pushing into Miyu’s thick, black hair.

“No,” Chris groaned while Miyu shuddered, musical Japanese shooting through her. She dropped her wand. “Don’t give in, Miyu.”

“So good,” the Japanese schoolgirl panted, her hips undulating. “Her mouth…”

Chris had to so something. She seized the ghost’s hair comb, yanking on it. It popped out of the ghost’s hair, the silky black locks falling in a loose mound about her face as she kept bobbing, sucking. Chris, not knowing what else to do, shoved the hair comb into her jean’s pocket beside her phone before seizing the ghost’s hair with both hands.

“I’m going to cum,” Miyu moaned. “Chris! Stop her!”

“Trying,” Chris groaned, pulling on the ghost’s hair. Miyu trembled in her arms as she yanked on the ghost.

The ghost mouth slid up Miyu’s cock, still suck. Chris was doing it. She was freeing Miyu from the angry ghost. Inch-by-inch, she pulled the ghost’s mouth farther and farther down Miyu’s thick cock. The schoolgirl trembled, moaning and gasping.

“Just hold on, Miyu!” Chris clenched her teeth, yanking harder, fighting the ghost strength. “Help me, Phil.”

“This can’t be happening,” Phil whined, the gender-swapped girl cowering on the toilet, covering her face with her hands, her new breasts stretching out her shirt.

“The hitodama, Chris!” Miyu shouted in warming as the blue orb rushed at the blonde’s face.

Chris closed his eyes as the orb rushed at her. She kept pulling at the ghost’s hair, trying to free Miyu before—

Pain flared in Chris’s face. Blue light burned through her eyelids. She flew back. Her jeans fell down her hips as she crashed into the counter. She groaned, falling on her ass, pain throbbing threw her back. Miyu’s spine arched, her black hair flying about her shoulders. The ghost’s hands clenched at Miyu’s ass, digging fingers into pale flesh, pulling her into the stall.

“Iku!” screamed Miyu, her body shuddering.

And Chris knew the shrine maiden was cumming. The ghost swallowed Miyu’s spunk with loud gulps. The ball of blue, the hitodama, danced with excitement over Miyu’s head. And then the ghost’s hands blurred. They sank into Miyu’s butt-cheeks. The Japanese dickgirl clenched her hands as the ghost merged into her body, her body flowing into Miyu’s cock.

The ghost vanished. Miyu shuddered. Her dick erupted, splattering Phil’s face.

“Oh, god,” screamed Phil. “No, please.”

With an angry howl, Miyu lunged at Phil, falling on the gender-swapped girl. Her hands went around Phil’s throat. The stall walls rattled and groaned. The hitodama danced with joy. Fear struck Chris’s heart. Miyu was a miko, the only one that could stop the ghost.

And now she was the ghost.

“Sayuri-chan,” hissed the ghost through Miyu’s mouth, sounding both sweet and angry all at the same time. She cooed in Japanese.

“Miyu, fight her,” Chris shouted, struggling to her feet. She grabbed the discarded wand, lifting it.

Miyu’s head turned around like an owl’s, twisting far farther than a human’s could normally, stretching the skin of her throat into something disgusting. The eyes fell on Chris. Anger burned in them. The ghost remembered. Chris knew she was next.

Panicked, she yanked up her jeans and ran out of the bathroom.

“SAYURI-CHAN!” the ghost screamed behind her.

Chris didn’t stop running, tears falling down her cheeks. She burst out the front doors of the school and dashed past the twisted, shattered Japanese Red Pine struck by lightning last night, the vessel that had held the angry ghost and the yokai. She raced for the gates. All her years of playing basketball gave her stamina. She burst out of the gates and kept running down the streets.

When her phone beeped, she didn’t care. She kept running and running, terror beating in her heart.

She was next.

To be continued…