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WAR! But of a different kind!

During Harson’s first three months on the throne, many things happened. Every girl in the palace, as well as several hundred from the surrounding areas, found themselves providing sexual tribute to the new King, which relieved many of the “stresses” of his work. Many virginities were given to him.

Of course, one of the first things Harson did was launch a counter-attack on Devrican. Though it was less about revenge and more about Harson wanting to conquer the country for Janosia. Naturally Lexia’s magic played a large part in the war, and within a month, Devrican was the first territory to be conquered as part of the new Janosian Empire. By the time we re-join the story, Harson’s armies have already begun their invasion of three other countries, with Janosia having tripled in size thanks to their military efforts.

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Far across the universe, another person was having fun with servant girls. Specifically, fucking one of them doggy style while he 69ed the other one. He came powerfully into them both, while the girls themselves experienced the best orgasms of their lives. Well, best since the last time this guy fucked them.

The two girls were dismissed, and he laid back and shut his eyes, relaxing in the post-orgasmic glow as he returned to a single body. He loved sex, and he was glad his Master allowed him to have as much of it as he wanted, with whomever he wanted. Truth be told though, he always preferred doing it with members of his own species. He’d particularly enjoyed that time he and Alexis had done it on top of La Basilica di Santa Maria del Fiore, but there’d been plenty of other wonderful encounters. Joining the mile-high club with Amia and Dorothea without the aid of a plane. Fucking Lumiosa during the coronation of Britain’s King George VII. That threesome he’d had with Sarosa and Afericus in Thailand.

“Ahem, are you done daydreaming?” The genie opened his eyes, and found that he was laid in his Master’s office, on the sofa.
“Certainly, Master,” he said, sitting up. “Need something?”
“We have received a distress call from a remote, uncivilised planet,” the Master replied.
“One of ours?”
“Yes, but the date signature on it is more than 70 years ago. And it bears the signature of the Imperial Postal Service.”
“Maybe the ship which went missing all those years ago?”
“Very possibly. The planet is quite far away, hence the time it took the signal to reach us. Outside any of the known Empires.”
“What does it say?”

“Ship crashed on primitive world. Rest of crew dead. Natives friendly, and providing shelter. Requesting collection ASAP.”
“So what are you going to do? He’s almost certainly dead now.”
“Well it seems to me we have a habitable world that none of the Empires have yet colonised.”
“I take it you wish to change that?”
“Well, I’m sure the savages that live there wouldn’t object to a touch of civilisation.”
“And savages are definitely in my top 3 groups of people to fuck. Maybe top 5.”
“I trust I can count on your magic to help my armies out?”
“As always, Master.”

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Sofia fell backwards onto her bed, as she made out passionately with Lexia, the two of them running their hands all over each-other’s skin.
“Mmmm, you taste gooooood, your highness,” Lexia moaned.
“Please, call me Sofia…”
“Oh get a room you too,” said Nyssha, who’d followed them in.
“Do not feel any obligation to remAIN!” Sofia squealed as Lexia squeezed her bottom.
“Oh no, I’m gonna stay here. In fact…” Nyssha said, before teleporting underneath Sofia. “I might join in.”

The three of them rolled around on the bed, kissing and stroking whatever flesh they could all get hold of. Eventually Lexia pinned Sofia down.
“Now now your highness, we need you to sit still for your treatment.”
“Mistress, do I have permission to work a little bit of magic on you?”
“Mmmm, certainly,” Sofia grinned. Nyssha snapped her fingers, and Sofia felt her breasts tingle intensely. Lexia and Nyssha immediately went for her, and began sucking and licking on her nipples. Sofia moaned, feeling their tongues slide lustfully over her overly sensitive nipples, which had been made so by a wish Sofia had made weeks ago. She moaned loudly, and yet in a regal way which Sofia’s royal upbringing caused.

As her breasts were orally assaulted however, she felt another interesting sensation. It felt as though she was being…drained. Like a great pressure was being lifted. It was more than just sucking. They were suckling her.

So this is what breastfeeding feels like, Sofia thought. It was different than she’d expected, although admittedly she’d had no idea what to expect. It was a rather pleasurable experience, having these two magical beings suck her boobs dry, hanging onto her like a bunch of particularly clingy newborns.

It was all she could do to get over her mother’s death. A week of crying and praying for the Gods to please bring her back had done nothing to alleviate her sadness, so all she could do was fuck to try and take her mind off of it. If only she’d known her mother’s heart was in such poor condition, she thought. She could have saved her. If only she’d known…

Sofia felt an intense pressure building up in her breasts, and then an explosion. Her boobs were orgasming! Not just that, but they seemed to be…ejaculating? Sofia’s boobs were ejaculating large squirts of milk into the genies’ mouths! It was a rather strange experience for her, though she imagined this must be what it felt like for a man to cum. When it was over, the genies both kissed her, and then each-other.
“Like that, your highness?” Lexia asked, and Sofia just nodded contently, her eyes shut from exhaustion. “Good. Well then Nyssha, I’d say it’s time for dessert, wouldn’t you?”
“Desser-WOAH!” Sofia cried out, feeling her pussy suddenly be attacked by Lexia and Nyssha’s tongues. “Oh…Oh my word…”

Sofia spread her legs wide, allowing the genies unrestricted access to her vagina. He felt them penetrate her, both of their tongues sliding between her folds, and sliding deep inside her most intimate area. In and out, in and out, in and out…with a little bit of shaking it all about when they were really deep inside her. While Nyssha continued tongue fucking her, Lexia slid out, and instead focused all her efforts on stimulating her clitoris.

Sofia screamed. A climax ripped through her with a breath-taking intensity. Lexia and Nyssha didn’t cease their ministrations at any stage, Sofia’s genitals contracting and convulsing around their millennia-old tongues. Sofia couldn’t believe how good it felt, better than any climax she’d ever experienced in her life. But she supposed pleasure had no limits when one such as a genie was administering it.

Sofia barely got a chance to recover from her climax before she felt herself be penetrated by a large penis. She opened her eyes, and saw Nyssha on top of her, fucking her with her ghost penis as she had before, while Lexia continued licking her. Her pussy was on fire, having not quite recovered from a lifetime of celibacy, despite a few weeks of frequent, mind-numbingly intense sexual stimulation.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhhhh my Gooodneessssss…” Sofia moaned. She was experiencing an orgasm every few seconds, her mind, body and soul barely able to comprehend such incredible pleasure.
“Oh yeah…you like that Mistress?” Nyssha asked, and Sofia moaned an affirmative. “Then have some more!”

Sofia screamed as she felt her pleasure grow a million times more intense, Nyssha bombarding her body with magical pleasure. Eventually Nyssha looked down, and realised that Sofia had passed out from sexual ecstasy. Nyssha and Lexia pulled away, and Lexia pulled the duvet over her.
“Well that was fun,” Lexia smiled.
“I guess,” Nyssha said. “Now I’m gonna go watch some DVDs.”
“Oh…don’t you wanna do some stuff with me?”
“Nope, I fulfilled my Mistress’ desires, that’s my work complete.”
“But don’t you wanna-”
“Not really.”

Lexia frowned a little, as she watched Nyssha return to her lamp.

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“Your majesty, we are approaching the planet.”
“Thank you captain,” said the Emperor. He sipped his drink, as the crew of his flagship ran around, the ship coming out of hyperspace. On the screen in front of them, he saw his prize. He didn’t know what the locals called this place, but that wasn’t really important. He figured he might call it Kramia XI. Or Kramona V. Or Kramelius XII. Either way, it would be his before long.

The Emperor picked up his lamp, and rubbed it. Clouds of Green smoke poured out, forming his genie.
“Need something, Master?”
“We’re here, Marcio. I wish to make my broadcast now.”

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Down on the planet below, people were working hard in Janosia’s capital city to erect a statue of their beloved ruler, King Harson IV. When finished, the statue would depict a very naked (Aside from his crown) and very well-endowed Harson, with an equally well-endowed naked girl on each arm, worshipping him. The statue would take up the central plaza of the capital city, where everyone could marvel at it.

It was a bright and sunny day, until the people heard the crash of thunder, and the flash of lightning. Storm clouds gathered, and rain poured down. A giant figure then faded into existence in the sky, wearing glorious robes.
“It is Mathulevius!” Someone shouted. “Judgement Day is at hand!” The crowds got on their hands and knees, bowing their heads to the figure they assumed was their God, waiting for Sorreliftia to appear and judge them.
“Hello there everyone!” Said the figure. “I am Emperor Kramus XII, ruler of the planet Earth, and her Empire. An Empire which, as of today, includes all of you. Now there’s no need to worry. I think you’ll find I’m a very fair and kind ruler. And I promise that those of you who submit to my power will be spared. But I also promise a slow and agonising retribution for those who dare to resist me. So why don’t you all do the sensible thing and obey me and my soldiers?”

There was another flash of lightning, and thousands of ships began to descend on the planet. Harson looked out from the palace, angry.
“LEXIA!” He shouted.
“Yes Master?” Lexia asked, rushing in.
“Get rid of these sky demons! NOW!”
“Yes Master!”

Lexia thrust her hands into the sky, firing beams of energy at the descending ships. No effect. She fired again, but still no effect.
“Why is it not working!?” Harson shouted.
“Master, it seems that these ships are being protected by another genie’s magic,” Lexia replied.
“SOFIA!” Harson shouted. “I’ve told her not to interfere!” Harson started storming off, before Lexia stopped him.
“Master, what about the invaders?”
“Send the army! Send everyone! I want them to crush them!”

Harson stormed to Sofia’s bedchambers, where she found her on her knees, looking out the window and praying.
“Sofia, what the fuck have you done!?” Harson shouted at her.
“What are you talking about?” She asked.
“You brought these invaders here! You gave them immunity to my power!”
“I have done no such thing! I only wish to protect our people!”
“Then why are they immune!?”

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When the Imperial soldiers had landed, they’d expected to be greeted by hordes of cowering natives, with perhaps the occasional fanatic whom they could capture and take to the Emperor for torture. They had certainly not been expecting armies armed with all the latest in military weaponry. Fighter jets, tanks, and all the rest of the things 42rd soldiers were expected to fight with.

The problem was of course that all of the soldiers were immortal. Emperor Kramus had given his soldiers complete immunity from harm, and instant healing/revival even if they were to come to harm. The thing is though, that’s what Lexia had given Janosia’s soldiers.

All across Farfalla, Harson’s soldiers fought to defend the planet from these invaders. Towns and cities were protected by magical barriers, but out in the wilderness, and in the skies, an unending battle raged. The people on the planet didn’t know what was going on, assuming that the Gods were fighting amongst themselves. Sofia meanwhile spent her days praying for the Gods to protect them, and to bring this conflict to an end. Because even with Nyssha and Lexia’s power, they could not drive off the power of this being’s genie.

4 days into the conflict, and Emperor Kramus was equally frustrated. He’d not been expecting resistance of this kind. How did this primitive world even have a genie on it? He’d been assured that they had only ever been born on Earth, and he was certain no-one could have brought one here. He decided it was time to answer. Down on the planet, the people saw the image of the Emperor once again appear before them.
“Hello again people,” he said. “My my, you people are being very resistant to my attempts to take you over. Most planets are down on their knees worshipping me by now. But then, I suppose that’s because they didn’t have the help you have. So I’d like to invite the genie and its Master to come and see me on my flagship. That’s JUST the genie and its Master. I’ll lower the barriers for you. Just teleport up.”

“Harson, are we going to go?” Sofia asked her brother.
“What do you mean WE? He was inviting ME, not YOU,” Harson replied.
“He invited the one with a genie. I make that to be both of us.”
“She has a point, Master,” Lexia said.
“I didn’t ask for your opinion, did I?” Harson said. “I am your King, and I forbid you to follow me.”
“Well unfortunately, you cannot control me, and I am going,” Sofia said. “Nyssha, I wish to go to see this alien being.”
“Sure, it’s not like I had plans today or anything,” Nyssha said. She snapped her fingers, and they both vanished.
“Lexia! I want to follow them! NOW!”
“Yes Master.”

The next thing the four of them knew, they were stood in a lavish dining room. The large table was covered in wonderful-looking food, and set for three.
“Thank God, I’m starving,” Nyssha exclaimed, before setting to work on the food.
“Well, this is certainly a surprise.” The 3 of them, with Nyssha joining in between bites, looked up and saw the Emperor, standing in his lavish robes, with a guy in plain green clothes next to him. “I believe I said just the genie and its Master.”
“Master, these people are both…Lexia!” Marcio said, before recognising her.
“Marcio!” Lexia smiled. “I’ve not seen you in years!” The two genies embraced, hugging each-other tightly.
“Nope, not since that business in Argentina,” Marcio said. He squeezed her ass, causing her to yelp and giggle. “What are you doing on this backwater planet?”
“Oh you know, granting wishes, giving blowjobs, the usual.”

“Ahem,” said the Emperor. “I take it you two already know each-other then?”
“Um, yes Master,” Marcio said. “We’ve known each-other since the 20th century, when our Masters were associates.”
“I demand to know who you are, and I demand an apology for your invasion of my dominion,” said Harson firmly.
“Oh? And who are you to demand anything of me?”
“I am Harson, King of Farfalla and Emperor of her dominions, fourth of that name,” he said proudly.
“Really now? Well I am Kramus, Emperor of Earth and her dominions, twelfth of that name. And you shall get no apology from me.”
“Forgive him, your majesty,” Sofia said, bowing her head. “My brother has always had a right high opinion of himself.”
“Brother? Oh lovely, a princess,” Marcio said, inching up to her. “I’ve not fucked a Princess in years.”
“Marcio, not now,” Kramus said. “Prepare the table, we have more guests than expected.”
“Your wish is my command, Master,” Marcio said, a tad disappointed.

Marcio snapped his fingers, and the table grew longer, two more places being set at it. Kramus sat down, with Marcio next to him, Nyssha on the other side.
“Please, sit,” he said. Sofia did so politely, while Harson sat down and put his feet up on Lexia’s legs. “And of course, feel free to eat.” Sofia looked at the food hesitantly. “Please, unless you have been foolish enough to not wish for magical protection, nothing I could give you would harm you. So please, enjoy.”

Lexia and Sofia took some of the food politely, with Nyssha still stuffing her face, while Harson just continued glaring at Kramus.
“Now then, I would be very interested in knowing how your two genies came to be on your planet,” Kramus said.
“It is rather simple, your majesty,” Sofia said.
“Please, call me Kramus,” the Emperor said, trying to seem friendly. “And what might your name be?”
“Sofia,” she smiled. “As I was saying, it is rather simple. Many years ago, our grandfather, King Reylos, fell from the sky in a shooting star, and brought us many artifacts from the heavens. Lexia and Nyssha were among them.”
“Interesting. Tell me, this grandfather of yours, was he wearing a red uniform with an emblem rather like this?” Kramus asked, the Imperial Postal Emblem appearing as a hologram in front of them.
“Yes!” Sofia smiled. “That is the holy emblem that was present on his star as well!”
“I thought so. Of course, you must realise that this makes Lexia and Nyssha my property?” Kramus said.
“Oh? And how have you come to that conclusion?” Harson asked.
“Genies were all born on the Earth. As the Earth’s Emperor, they therefore belong to me.”
“That’s not true!” Nyssha said, her mouth full of food. “As every genie knows, we’re the property of our Masters.”

“Oh I disagree,” Kramus said. “I own the Earth and her colonies. I own everyone and everything in them, I just allow people to borrow them.”
“Well I am certainly no subject of yours,” Harson said.
“Well that’s the thing, isn’t it? Because you see, I have rather claimed this planet as my own.”
“Typical human,” Nyssha said. “Finding a group of people less advanced than yourselves and trying to steal their land. Although Harson really shouldn’t complain. He’s the one in the middle of a land lust.”
“I am not!”
“I’m not doing anything you’re not doing,” said Kramus. “The only difference is that this time, both sides have magical assistance. So we have a stalemate. I cannot defeat you, and you cannot defeat me.”

“Emperor Kramus, I am sure that we can resolve this conflict peacefully,” Sofia said.
“Well that’s the thing, isn’t it? Neither of us wants to. Neither will rest until the other is dead. And that isn’t going to happen for a long, long time.”
“So what do you propose?”
“Perhaps we could work together? Perhaps, if you let me take over your planet, I would allow you to remain the local ruler? Subject to my control, of course.”
“I fail to see what I could have to gain,” Harson said.
“You’d be part of something much greater. You’d suddenly have links to thousands of planets across 12 galaxies. Imagine how that would feel.”
“You know what I enjoy the feeling of?” Harson said. “Ruling over half a planet, soon to be the entire thing, and cumming inside a thousand peasant girls a day.”
“I am in possession of a harem full of literally billions of the most beautiful girls from across my Empire, of every alien species man has ever desired. You could cum inside every single one of them, if you accept my offer.”
“Master, I advise you to accept,” Lexia said. “Unending war is not something which you would enjoy.”
“I agree with Lexia, Harson,” Sofia said. “Please accept Emperor Kramus’ kind offer.”

“You know what I think?” Harson said. “I think that you, Sofia, are merely my younger sister. And you, Lexia, are merely my slave. I am King of Farfalla, soon to be Emperor of the whole of Janosia. I refuse to bow to this man from the stars.”
“Then you are a fool,” Kramus scowled. “While you continue to resist me, your planet shall never no peace.”
“That’s nice,” Harson smiled. “I grow tired of this. Lexia, take me home. I wish to make love to you.”

Lexia snapped her fingers, and she and Harson vanished.
“I am so sorry for my brother’s arrogance,” Sofia said.
“Not at all. I can tell you are a sensible girl. You would have accepted my offer.”
“I desire only peace for my people.”
“Plus all that sex you wished for,” Nyssha said. “You know, for a sheltered princess, that girl’s seriously perverted when she wants to be.”
“Now that is something I’d like to see,” Marcio grinned.
“Marcio, could you leave us please?” Kramus said. “I would like to spend some time alone with the Princess. If that is okay with you, Sofia?”
“I should really be getting back,” she said. “My brother is already mad at me.”
“You are a Mistress, and as such, answer to no-one. You need not obey him.”
“I suppose you are right. Nyssha, could you leave Kramus and I please?”
“But I’m still eating!” Nyssha said with her mouth full.
“You may take as much with you as you desire,” Kramus said. “Now please, obey your Mistress.”

Nyssha sighed, and disappeared into her lamp with the contents of the table, Marcio also disappearing into his own lamp.
“Now then, I shall show you around my ship,” Kramus said. He offered his hand to Sofia, who stood up, and followed him. As they walked the corridors of the ship, Sofia looked around in amazement as she saw men, women, and creatures of unidentifiable gender, who all came from so many different species that Sofia did not recognise. And every single one of them bowed to Kramus as he walked.
“Notice the respect they give me,” Kramus said. “I demand it of all my subjects. I take it you receive similar treatment on your planet?”
“Similar, yes.”
“The respect is natural. With Marcio and Nyssha, the two of us are above all of them.”
“I would not quite have put it like that…”
“No, I suspect you wouldn’t.”

Kramus opened a door, which led into what appeared to be a small capsule. The two of them walked inside.
“What is this?” Sofia asked.
“You’ll see. Activate!” There was a blinding light, and a second later, Sofia could see that they were elsewhere. She looked around, and saw things she did not recognise, floating in the middle of a sea of shining lights.
“Like that you see?” Sofia turned around and saw Kramus, floating in the middle of nothing.
“You are…without clothes…” Sofia said, her life-long prudishness returning to her.
“As are you.” Sofia looked down at herself, and gasped, and realised that she two was naked.
“Don’t worry, you are quite safe. We are inside an invisible bubble, providing us with heat and air.”
“Where are we?”
“You mean you don’t know?”

Sofia shook her head.
“Well those things over there are my fleet,” Kramus explained, pointing to them. “And that place beyond it is your world.”
“My world?”
“Yes. That is Janosia.”
“But it is a sphere?”
“Your world is rather primitive, isn’t it?”
“Certainly not. We live in large cities, and have all the latest amenities.”

“That’s not what I meant…I take it this is your first time seeing your world like this?” Sofia nodded. “And what do you think to it?”
“It is beautiful. To think that the Gods decided to bless us with such beauty…”
“Gods? Oh dear…”
“Pardon?”
“Oh, I meant…the beauty down there is nothing compared to the beauty up here.” Kramus floated over to Sofia, and wrapped his arms around her, stroking her stomach lovingly.
“You are very sweet…” Sofia said, moaning quietly as he caressed her skin.
“Such beauty deserves equal pleasure…” Kramus said seductively. He moved his hands down to Sofia’s vagina, and stroked her lips, causing her moaning to intensify. “Let me show you how we celebrate beauty on my planet…”

Kramus bent Sofia over, and lifted and spread her legs apart, an easy task in zero gravity. Kramus slid his cock into Sofia’s pussy, causing the two of them to moan. He began thrusting, fucking the alien princess in the wheelbarrow position.
“Oh yes…Oh my goodness…” Sofia moaned. It was an interesting experience, being fucked in zero gravity while she gazed on at her world. Kramus’ penis felt strange, as well. Somewhat…ribbed, for her pleasure, she assumed. It was certainly the most enjoyable penis she had had the pleasure of sampling during these past few weeks.

Kramus’ equipment and skill meant that Sofia didn’t last long, and neither did he. The two of them climaxed together, Sofia crying out to the Gods as Kramus filled her up with an almighty groan. Before they’d even finished cumming, Kramus grabbed Sofia by the ass, and flipped her over. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and she bobbed up and down on his cock, the two of them working themselves to another orgasm before their genitals had fully recovered from their first ones.

Kramus squeezed Sofia’s ass hard, and made out with her passionately, as the two of them were driven to orgasm after orgasm. When they were finally done, Kramus held Sofia in his arms, the two of them kissing and cuddling one-another. As Kramus looked down at the princess in his arms, he almost regretted what he was about to do. Almost.
“Goodbye, Sofia,” he said. As soon as he did, Kramus disappeared.
“Kramus?” Sofia asked, looking around for him. “Kramus!?”

Meanwhile, Kramus had appeared, fully dressed, back in the teleport chamber.
“So sorry about this Sofia,” Kramus said. “You were a sweet girl, but I have to send a message. Deactivate!”

Back outside, Sofia felt the air around her dissipate, along with the warmth. All of a sudden, she was floating naked in a vacuum.
“Kramus!” She shouted desperately, but no sound was heard. “Kramus! Nyssha! Harson! Anyone, please help me!” Sofia felt the intense cold on her body, and her lungs begging for oxygen, and realised that this was the end for her.

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Author’s message: Sorry about the long wait again. University re-started this week so I’ve been very busy with that.

The story is reaching its climax. The final chapter will be Chapter 8. I know it’s shorter than my previous stories, but I feel any longer would just stretch the plot unnecessarily, and it lets me go back to what I really want to write.

As for what is going to happen, I’ll let you speculate in the comments. Farewell for now!

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The mind-controlling fun spreads as two more members of Chloe’s family come home!

The Futa’s Mind-Controlling Panties

Chapter Two: Futa’s Mind-Controlled Family Fun

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Mildred Dean

I stared at the woman who entered the Quick household like she belonged. She took two steps before she saw the debauchery before her. The debauchery my new abilities had unleashed. A shiver ran through me as I stared at the shock rippling across the woman’s face.

The features were so similar to Dianne Quick, the married mother cooing on the couch as she kneaded her eighteen-year-old daughter’s small tits. Said daughter was the one whose deflowered pussy juices adorned my new futa-cock.

I was a futa now.

I donned those panties I found on my bed, left by the mysterious P, and my cock grew. I gained a pair of heavy, hairless balls and a huge dick but I stayed a woman. I had my round breasts. My juicy pussy. It was incredible. Beyond any of my naughty, lesbian fantasies.

And, with my panties forever soaked in my pussy juices, any woman who inhaled my musk would be mine. They would do whatever I wanted. They would just be so happy to please me. It was why Mrs. Quick had held her daughter’s pussy lips apart and begged me to deflower her.

“Dianne?” the newcomer asked, her light-brown hair cut short, framing her shocked face. She appeared a few years younger than Mrs. Quick.

A sister?

“Aunt Nadine!” Chloe Quick, the precocious girl who just gave me an amazing orgasm with her deflowered pussy, confirmed my suspicions with her outburst. “I just lost my cherry! Mildred pumped me full of all her futa-cum! Isn’t that awesome.”

“Mmm, isn’t it,” Mrs, Quick asked her sister, Nadine. The MILF had not a concern in the world about being naked and fondling her daughter.

I wanted her to do it, so Mrs. Quick wanted to do it.

“W-what is going on, Dianne?” groaned Nadine. She wore yoga pants and an athletic tank top, looking like she was fresh from working out at the gym, her hair damp. She must have showered before coming here.

“Why, enjoying Mildred’s amazing cock,” said Dianne.

“Yes,” I said. “I just moved in next door.” I snagged my panties, lying on the couch beside Mrs. Quick. They were purple with pink lace, dainty and naughty. Not my normal pair of panties.

But then again, I wasn’t my normal self. I had changed. Been transformed by the freedom of gaining a futa-cock had given me.

The freedom that my mind-controlling panties had provided.

I tossed them to Nadine.

The stunned brunette had caught us. She held the dainty panties in her hand, her large breasts, looking as impressive as her sister’s, jiggling. She clenched my panties in her fist. Her nose twitched. Her brow furrowed. She raised the panties up to her nose and breathed in deeply of my tangy musk.

Nadine’s eyes widened. She let out a groan. She pressed my panties firmly against her nose and inhaled. Her breasts rose as she drew in as much air as she could. Her entire body quivered. She exhaled.

“Oh, my, that’s delicious,” Nadine purred. Her eyes flicked to me. “Oh, your pussy smells so delicious. Can I…?”

“Of course,” I said, glancing at her body. My eyes went to her left hand. I spotted a pale marking on her ring finger.

Recently divorced? How delightful.

“Fall to your knees, and you can lick my pussy all you want.”

“Thank you,” she breathed and stumbled to me. “I need to smell you up close and personal.”

I nodded my head in complete agreement.

Nadine stumbled forward. She fell to her knees before me, her light-brown hair swaying. Her resemblance to her older sister was delicious. Such naughty ideas bursting in my mind as she lifted my cock with one hand and my heavy, hairless balls in the other. They thrust out of my pudenda, about where a cock would be on a guy.

“What a beautiful pussy,” she moaned and nuzzled in to lick.

“Mmm, kitty-cat, come lick my butthole,” I purred, “and Mrs. Quick, hug your little sister from behind so you can suck on my cock.”

“Ooh, I’ve wanted to suck on your dick, Mildred,” purred Mrs. Quick while her daughter bounced to her feet.

“I’ll lick your ass so well, Mildred!” Chloe darted to me, her sandy-blonde hair swaying behind her.

That was the biggest difference between Nadine and her sister. Their hair. Mrs. Quick was a blonde, all-natural. The drapes matched the carpet. I shuddered as she stood up, her large tits swaying. She sauntered around her sister.

Nadine’s lips nuzzled into my bush and attacked my pussy. Her tongue dug through my folds. A moment later, Chloe was parting my butt-cheeks. The naughty kitty-cat—her nickname inspired by the kitten prancing on her panties—pressed her face into my ass-crack, found my sphincter, and rimmed me with hunger.

She didn’t hesitate to do something so dirty. She’d been a virgin. I had never done anything with another woman, and now the eighteen-year-old delight had her tongue dancing around my sphincter while her aunt’s slid through my pussy.

The pleasure those two stirred in my holes flowed up to the tip of my cock. My futa-dick throbbed. My balls ached, resting now on Nadine’s forehead. Her tongue fluttered up and down my pussy folds. She brushed my clit, sending bursts of delight through me. Chloe’s tongue caressed my puckered asshole.

“Mmm, I’m going to make you cum so hard, Mildred,” Mrs. Quick said as she fell to her knees behind her sister.

She hugged Nadine and opened her mouth wide. My cock thrust out beyond Nadine’s head, giving Mrs. Quick plenty of dick to suck on. She leaned her head forward towards my cock. The married woman didn’t hesitate to slide her lips over my cock.

She sucked.

I groaned.

My butt-cheeks clenched around Chloe’s delicate face. My pussy ached as Nadine’s tongue dove into my sheath now. She wiggled it around through my twat, sending delight rippling up to my cock’s tip buried in Mrs. Quick’s mouth.

The blonde MILF sucked. Her cheeks hollowed while her blue eyes stared up at me with such hunger. My futa-dick twitched and throbbed. The pleasure surged through my body. I groaned, my hips wiggling from side to side while her tongue caressed over my cock.

“Oh, yes, yes!” I gasped as the three women loved me. Well, two women and one barely legal cutie. “Ooh, Chloe, get that tongue in my asshole. Wiggle it in deep. Don’t be shy.”

“Yes, Mildred,” she moaned.

The girl pressed her tongue against my anal ring without hesitating. She didn’t care how dirty this was. I groaned, my pussy clenching on Nadine’s tongue while her niece’s pushed against my sphincter. My asshole relaxed, Chloe’s tongue pressing into my bowels.

I gasped in delight. Her tongue pressed deeper into me. I had two tongues wiggling through my holes and a third dancing around the tip of my cock. I shuddered, my round breasts shaking. I adjusted my glasses slipping on the end of my nose.

I had always fantasized about this, but I had always been so shy to ever act on my lust for women. No longer. I could do whatever I wanted.

“Yes!” I gasped, reveling in the power of my mind-controlling panties. “You three are going to make me cum so hard.”

“Perfect,” groaned Nadine.

Chloe wiggled her tongue around in my asshole.

Mrs. Quick sucked with passion on my cock.

I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. The pressure built and built in my girl-balls. I smiled as Mrs. Quick’s hot mouth bobbed a few inches up and down my dick. Her daughter’s tongue stimulated my asshole, and her sister’s fluttered through my pussy folds.

Such a wonderful delight. My butt-cheeks clenched around Chloe’s face while her tongue swirled through my asshole. Her mother’s tongue danced around my futa-cock’s tip. The aunt plundered my pussy’s depths. I gasped and moaned, almost at my orgasm.

A mighty eruption of cum that would fire out of my dick and flood Mrs. Quick’s mouth.

“Yes, yes!” I gasped, reveling in this bliss. This was so much better than how my life used to go. “Oh, my god, that’s great. I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum so hard!”

My pussy clenched on Nadine’s tongue. My asshole on Chloe’s. Mrs. Quick sucked with such hunger, staring up at me with her blue eyes brimming with such delight. I gasped out in ecstatic pleasure. My girl-balls boiled over.

I came.

“So darn good!”

My futa-cum pumped into the MILF’s mouth. The married woman gulped down my jizz with such delight. A look of abject joy spilled across my face. My head threw back, my round boobs bouncing before me. My pussy juices gushed out, pouring into Nadine’s mouth.

“So good!” she moaned as she enjoyed my twat.

Chloe’s tongue darted around inside of my asshole. She caressed me. Teased me. She sent such wicked delight racing through me. I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut. I trembled through the bliss bursting through my body.

The dual delights of cumming with a cock and pussy consumed me. Waves of bliss from my cunt met the jolts of ecstasy from my futa-dick. And through it all, my asshole convulsed and writhed around the naughty Chloe’s tongue probing my backdoor.

It was an incredible treat. This was my new life. So different from yesterday!

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Yesterday

DING-DONG!

The sound of my new doorbell rang through my house. My stomach clenched. Who could that be? I swallowed and crept to my bedroom window. I shoved the curtain to the side, peering out to see if it was a delivery truck. I didn’t see one. So it wasn’t one of my orders from an online store. I preferred doing all my shopping online.

It was easier on my anxiety.

DING-DONG!

Who could it be?

My stomach roiled. I bit my lip as I kept staring down. I couldn’t see anyone, my porch to the left was covered by its own roof. I quivered there. I didn’t like this at all. Was it solicitors? Missionaries? Were they trying to preach about god? I already had a church. I went every Sunday and prayed so hard for God to make me straight.

DING-DONG!

They were persistent. Who could it be? Should I go and answer the door?

I moved out to the suburb so it would be safer than the city. There were good people around me. I’d been watching them all day. Masturbating to the sexy wives. Their daughters. I’d noticed them. I quivered in remembrance.

A woman appeared. She had blonde hair, wearing a pair of mom jeans and a t-shirt. It held her large breasts. I groaned. I knew her. She was one of my neighbors. Mrs. Quick. My pussy clenched as I watched those tits bounce. That ass sway.

I would love to fuck her with a strap-on. First, I had to get the courage to buy a strap-on. And, of course, she was married. I saw her husband mowing the lawn earlier. She wasn’t interested in a woman like me. Mousy. Frumpy. A spinster at thirty. I should just start collecting cats. Surrender to the meme.

I flounced onto my bed. All I had were my fantasies…

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The Present

I was so glad that package had arrived. I had the courage to act. To unleash my fantasies. No one could stop me. God hadn’t made me straight, so I would be a lesbian. With my big girl-dick and my balls full of futa-cum.

Mrs. Quick pulled her mouth from my futa-dick. She had to be my first after she tried so hard to meet me yesterday. Then Nadine pulled her mouth from my twat. My pussy cream ran down her chin. She was still dressed. We couldn’t have that.

Chloe fluttered her tongue through my asshole still. The naughty girl was giving me such delight. She was a treasure. I was glad she came home and caught us. It was a shame her friend escaped, but we’d get her.

Eventually.

“Mmm, Mrs. Quick, kitty-cat, let’s get Nadine naked,” I cooed.

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Chloe Quick

I ripped my mouth from Mildred’s asshole, the yummy and sour flavor lingering on my tongue, to moan, “Yes! Let’s get you naked, Aunt Nadine!”

“Gladly,” she moaned. “I feel so overdressed.”

“Yoga pants and a tank top is too much,” Mom agreed. She had cum leaking down the side of her chin.

I was so glad to have caught Mom and Mildred fucking when I got home from college. I didn’t know how Dad would react, but he had to understand how amazing Mildred’s pussy was. He just had to. Her cunt was amazing. And so was her asshole. As I scooted around the futa, I licked my lips. More of that sour flavor burst across my tongue.

Mom pulled up Aunt Nadine’s tank top, exposing her breasts in a purple sports bra. They were as big as Mom’s, jiggling as she squirmed. I went for her yoga pants. I hooked them and yanked the stretchy material off her ass. She squirmed, thrusting her arms up in the air and sitting on her rump. Mom pulled off her top, and I took care of her bottom.

Now she was down to blue panties and her sports bra. I went up high this time, and Mom went down low. I yanked up Aunt Nadine’s sports bra. Her large breasts spilled out and tumbled into my hand. I grinned and kneaded them. I squeezed and loved them, savoring the feel of their heft in my hands.

“Ooh, you are such a cute thing, Chloe,” Aunt Nadine said.

“You should have come home earlier,” I cooed. “You could have watched me lose my cherry.”

“I got to see the cum leaking out.”

I grinned. I could feel that jizz staining my bush. More filled me, slowly bubbling out of the depths of my pussy, pulled down by gravity. I licked my lips, my heart pounding in my chest. I was so eager for all the fun we’d have.

Mom pulled off Aunt Nadine’s panties while I played with her boobies. Mom didn’t even hesitate to lean in and press her face into her sister’s pussy. Aunt Nadine gasped as Mom licked at her cunt. Sisterly incest was just as sexy as mother/daughter fun.

“Ooh, yes, yes,” Mildred moaned. “Mmm, lick your sister’s twat. I’m going to fuck you hard, Dianne. Maybe in the ass.”

“Yes, yes, fuck my Mom in the ass.” I licked my lips. “Assholes taste yummy.”

Mildred laughed. She petted my sandy-blonde head. “What a cute kitten you are. Why don’t you sit on your aunt’s face while your mom eats out her pussy? How does that sound, kitty-cat?

“Like Aunt Nadine’s going to lick all your futa-cream out of my deflowered pussy!”

“Yes, it does,” cooed the futa. She stroked her cock.

Mom had worked off Aunt Nadine’s pussy and now shifted over to go from kneeling beside my aunt to between her thighs. The entire time, Mom kept licking her yummy pussy. I just knew it would be yummy because all cunts were.

It went Mildred, my mom, Aunt Nadine, and then everyone else.

Aunt Nadine stretched out on her back and licked her lips. I kept squeezing her tits as I moved my legs over and straddled her head. I hovered my pussy right above her face and wiggled my hips back and forth.

“Ooh, sit that yummy twat on my mouth, kitty cat,” Aunt Nadine cooed. “I’ve never eaten a pussy that I was related to before.”

Mom lifted her head. ”You’ve eaten pussy before?”

“Yes!” Aunt Nadine said. “Loads before I got married. Now I get to do it again and… Mmm, what a yummy cunt to start with.”

I settled down on her mouth and Mom went back to her licking. An excited tingle raced through me that turned into an ecstatic wave. Aunt Nadine’s tongue swept through my cream-filled pussy. Her tongue stimulated my deflowered depths, brushing from my clit to my open hole.

Mildred brought her thick girl-dick to my mother’s waving rump. Being bent over, her ass thrust up into the air, gave her ass a delicious heart shape. Mom was so sexy. And so was Aunt Nadine. And Mildred…

Mildred was just the sexiest.

I squirmed on Aunt Nadine’s licking mouth, savoring her tongue driving up through my folds. My hands squeezed her tits while Mom whimpered in delight. Mildred must have found Mom’s asshole. The futanari grinned at me.

Thrust.

Mom groaned, all thick and throaty, as Mildred’s girl-dick vanished into her asshole. My butthole tingled. My pussy clenched, forcing out more cum into Aunt Nadine’s hungry mouth while I watched Mildred press more and more of her girl-cock into Mom’s asshole. I wanted to try it. To be sodomized.

I bet it would feel amazing.

I squirmed more on my Aunt’s tongue, reveling in her licking out the cum from my pussy. She licked and lapped and devoured me. She flitted her tongue through my folds, teasing me. Driving me absolutely wild with delight. I shuddered, my little titties jiggling.

“You have such yummy breasts, kitty-cat,” moaned Mildred, her eyes locked on my titties.

“Thank you!” I cooed, arching my back and thrusting them forward. My little breasts swayed back and forth. “I wish they were bigger, like Mom’s, but if you love them…!”

“I do!” she gasped as she drew back. Her cock emerged from my mother’s asshole with a gleam to it. Then she rammed forward.

Mom groaned.

“I really do!”

I grinned, Mildred’s round breasts bouncing as she sodomized Mom. Aunt Nadine’s tongue scooped out more and more cum from my pussy while my clit rubbed into her chin. Sparks flared. Delight rushed through me. We were all having so much fun.

Mom’s tongue lapped through her sister’s folds, making Aunt Nadine moan into my pussy. It was all so exciting. My hair danced around my shoulders as I came closer and closer to my orgasm. I shuddered, climbing towards that wonderful peak. I would have such an explosion of delight. I would just shower my wonderful aunt in my pussy cream.

And she’d shower Mom, whose butthole would then convulse around Mildred’s dick. And she would erupt and flood my mom with all that yummy futa-cum. I licked my lips, remembering the joy of eating it out of my mom’s cunt.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Aunt Nadine!”

“Are you going to cum, kitty cat?” the futa asked.

I nodded my head.

“Good!” she groaned. “Oh, that’s good. Yes, yes, I want you to just explode. To cum hard. Won’t that be fun?”

“Uh-huh!” I moaned. Aunt Nadine’s lips nuzzled into my clit. She sucked on it.

I squealed and came.

“Mildred!” I howled as the pleasure rushed through me. My pussy convulsed. “Oh, Mildred, Aunt Nadine did it!”

“Wonderful!” she gasped, driving her futa-dick hard into Mom’s asshole.

Aunt Nadine licked at my cunny while the pleasure rushed through my body. Stars danced before me while the waves of delight inundated my mind. I squirmed my hips, grinding on her. She lapped at me. Teased me. Sent more incestuous ecstasy flooding through me.

“My niece’s twat!” howled Aunt Mildred. “Such a yummy treat!”

I was so happy she enjoyed it. I swayed, delighted by all the joy rushing through me. Aunt Nadine was moaning into my pussy. Then I realized she was cumming. I squeezed her big boobs and watched her gush juices in Mom’s face.

“Nadine!” Mom moaned, drinking her sister’s yummy juices. “Oh, yes, yes! Mildred!”

The futa’s hazel eyes widened. She slammed her hips forward hard, burying her futa-dick into my mother’s asshole. I knew Mom was cumming now, too. Her bowels were spasming around Mildred’s cock, making her feel incredible.

We were all feeling amazing.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” Mildred howled. “This is everything I wanted!”

“Cum in my mom!” I gasped, riding through my orgasm.

“I am!” she moaned. “I fucking am. Then I’m cumming for your asshole next. I want to fuck that tight, little hole! Ooh, I’m going to break you in, kitty-cat!”

I hyperventilated for joy. I came so hard that darkness washed over me and I slumped to the side. I drifted through such ecstasy. I felt so desired. So happy. Just hugged in rapture. I squirmed and heard whispers. Soft voices full of love. A naughty mouth sucking at my nipple.

My eyes fluttered open. I stared up that ceiling. Mildred stood over me while both my nipples throbbed. The futa had this look of delight in her eyes as she stared down at me. She flicked her tongue across her lips.

“Aren’t you just a firecracker?” she cooed while Mom and Aunt Nadine sucked on my nipples, making them both tingle.

“What happened?” I asked.

“You came so hard you passed out,” she said, grinning at me. “Mmm, it was quite the sight to see. You screamed your pretty head off.”

“I did?” I asked. I blinked a few times and shook my head. “I did feel really, really good.” I grinned. “I still feel really, really good and…”

Music thudded outside. The deep, guttural bass of gangster rap. It pulled up into the driveway and my expression scowled.

“What?” Mildred asked.

“My sister’s boyfriend.” I made a retching sound. “He’s just the worst.”

Mom moaned her agreement.

“Ah, yes, she’s at that age, isn’t she?” asked Mildred. Her eyes brightened. “Twenty, right?”

I nodded.

“I bet she picks on you.”

“She said I was copying her by buying skinny jeans, but every girl my age wears skinny jeans except my friend, Stacey, and she likes skirts.”

“I saw.” Mildred picked up her panties. “How would you like to rub these into your sister’s face and then make her lick your butthole so you are nice and ready to take my cock.”

“Would I ever!” I groaned.

The thudding music faded away. Footsteps scrunched up to the house. I sat up, Mom and Aunt Nadine sliding their lips off my nipples. I bounded to my feet and snagged the panties from Mildred. I darted for the front door.

The smack-smack of flip-flops approached. Stopped on the porch. The doorknob twisted. The door opened.

Bryana opened it and blinked at the sight of me. She wore a belly shirt today, the tight knit-weave hugged her round breasts and it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra by how they swayed. Her flat stomach had a charm dangling from her bellybutton that swayed right above the top of her red thong peeking out of the waistband of her hip-hugging skinny jeans. On her left hip was the tattoo of a stylized, black heart made of a bent dagger. She had dyed her brown hair cherry-red and wore it short, the right side buzzed short in a fade.

“Why the fuck are you naked, twerp?” she asked in disdain. “And are those my panties in your hand.”

“Nope!” I shoved them into her face.

“What the fuck…” Her anger trailed off as she breathed in. “What the fuck is that?” She inhaled again. “Oh, wow, that’s good.”

“That’s Mildred’s pussy and she wants you to lick my butthole, so fall to your knees and get to it!”

I ripped the panties away from her face and turned around. I pressed the wet, purple fabric to my own nose and breathed in the potent, tangy musk. My sister’s knees hit the floor behind me. She moaned, her hand grabbing my butt-cheeks.

She parted them.

My sister’s face nuzzled between my butt-cheeks. I brought Mildred’s panties to my face and inhaled deeply from them. I reveled in the wonderful aroma of them as my sister kissed my asshole. She smooched it.

“Mmm, you got a yummy butthole, twerp!” Bryana flicked her tongue out and lashed my backdoor again. “Just delicious.”

“So’s Mildred’s,” I moaned, squirming there as I enjoyed my sister licking and lapping at my asshole. “You’re getting me ready for her big girl-cock.”

“No shit?” My sister pulled her face away. “Damn, that’s hot. She’s got a huge cock. And some hairless balls with… Is that a bush behind your balls?”

“Yes,” Mildred cooed. “Get your sister’s asshole ready. She’ll be taking this monster in it. In fact… I should marinate it in some mommy cream.”

My mom didn’t need to be ordered. She scampered to kneel down before Mildred and moaned, “Soak your cock in my cunt cream. Let’s make my daughter’s first time having anal as magical as possible.”

“Yes,” Bryana cooed. She swirled her tongue around my asshole.

I shuddered at the warmth of her tongue while Mom moaned in delight. Mildred’s futa-cock sank into Mom’s pussy to the hilt. Then she just knelt there, watching me getting rimmed by my older sister, her futa-dick marinating in the pussy that had birthed me.

That was so naughty. Mildred was hot, and I had such a wonderful mother. I loved her so much. And Bryana was definitely growing on me. It was so wonderful to be closer to her again. She was three years older than me, close enough that we had played when younger, and far enough that she didn’t want anything to do with me around her friends.

Now she loved my asshole.

She circled her tongue around my naughty sphincter. She caressed it. I shuddered, squeezing my butt-cheeks around her face. I savored the treat. This wonderful delight of her tongue pushing and wiggling against my anal ring.

“Bryana!” I gasped when her tongue had popped into my bowels. “Oh, Bryana, that’s so naughty.”

“What did she do to you, kitten?” Mom asked.

“Yes?” Aunt Nadine moaned, fondling her large breasts as she stared at me with hunger in her eyes.

“Bryana’s got her tongue in my asshole.” I quivered, feeling the naughty sensations running through me. “It feels so wicked. Oh, wow. Oh, my, that’s naughty. I can’t believe how good this feels.”

“Mmm, and how yummy you taste,” purred my sister.

She thrust her tongue back into my asshole. It was easier to get past my anal ring the second time. She wiggled it around in me, stroking me, My cunny clenched. My hair danced around my shoulders as I groaned. This wonderful delight swept through me. I bit my lip and moaned out loud. My hands cupped my titties just like Aunt Nadine did with her own.

Only mine were small. I barely had anything to grab, but I massaged them. Mildred watched with dark eyes. Hungry eyes. She still wasn’t fucking Mom, just soaking her futa-dick in that delicious twat. I groaned, my excitement building and building.

“You look like you’re just ready to be sodomized,” Mildred said.

I nodded my head. “Whenever you want me! I’m yours, after all.”

“Yes,” my sister groaned into my butthole. “I can’t believe that. It’s so hot.”

“Yes!” Mom breathed while Aunt Nadine nodded her head in agreement.

“Then let’s do it,” cooed Mildred. “Dianne, go sit with your sister. You two can finger each other as you watch.”

Mom moaned and crawled off Mildred’s girl-dick, leaving her futa-cock bobbing and twitching. It was such a beautiful sight to stare at. I quivered in delight, Bryana’s naughty tongue reaching deep into my asshole.

“And you,” purred Mildred, “come kneel before me so I can fuck that tight, yummy asshole of yours. Mmm, how does that sound, kitty-cat?”

“The best!” I howled.

I took three steps from my sister, whirled around, and fell to my knees. I faced my sister licking her lips, savoring the taste of me. I held Mildred’s panties in my tight grip. With a wicked moan, I waved my rump at her. Teasing her.

I was ready for her to sodomize me.

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Mildred Dean

I groaned at the sight of that cute, peachy ass swaying before me. Eighteen! Eighteen and so ready to be sodomized by my big dick. My pussy clenched, my heart pounding in my chest. I hoped this wasn’t a dream. I never wanted this to end.

“Bryana, right?” I asked, glancing at the older sister. She wasn’t quite my type. To wild. That dyed hair buzzed short on one side, the tattoo on her hip, and her belly charm weren’t perfect. But she did have cute tits and a great figure. Twenty, she was a younger version of Dianna and an older version of the cutie before me.

I could have fun with her.

“Yeah,” she said, her hands rubbing at her stomach.

“Strip for us,” I cooed. “Make it sexy.”

She winked at me.

I brought my cock to Chloe’s butt-cheeks. I pressed my pussy-lubed dick into her crack, her mother’s juices smearing across her skin. I pressed the tip lower, drinking in the silky friction of her flesh, and found her asshole.

Chloe quivered.

Bryana’s hips rocked to a sensual song only she was hearing. Her cherry-red thong rode on her hips above the waistband of her low-riding jeans. She kicked off her flip-flops, her feet dainty and cute, toenails painted a bright red.

I pressed my futa-dick’s tip against Chloe’s asshole. The girl moaned in delight as I pushed forward. I felt her virginal ring part and part for my cock. She spread wider and wider to swallow my cock.

“Mmm, take off those pants!” Nadine cheered.

“Yes, yes, get naked cutie!” Mrs. Quick whooped. She had her arm around her sister’s waist, her other hand plunged between Nadine’s thighs. Nadine had returned the favor. The mature sisters fingered each other’s twat, one with a blonde bush, the other shaved bare.

Chloe’s anal ring parted for my cock as Bryana popped off the fastener of her jeans. Her hips rolled and undulated in hypnotic ways. I watched her in awe, the zipper rasping down while I slipped the tip of my cock into Chloe’s asshole.

The eighteen-year-old girl moaned as my thick dick spread wide her asshole. Her snug bowels massaged my sensitive dick. My pussy clenched as I pressed forward into her tight anal sheath. Her velvety flesh massaged me. Teased me.

It was heaven.

Bryana pulled open her fly. The zipper tore the rest of the way down. She showed off her red thong covering her shaved pubic mound. She rolled her hips now, arms thrust up into the air. Her belly charm flashed as it danced. Her tits heaved in her knit-weave belly shirt.

“Yeah, work those hips, cutie!” Nadine moaned, the sisters fingering each other.

“You’re so sexy, Bryana,” Chloe said in awe, her bowels squeezing around my cock sinking deeper and deeper into her bowels.

“Mmm, yes,” I groaned, enjoying the dance.

The older sister rotated in place, her hips moving and swaying. She wiggled her ass now before us, her pants slipping a little bit off her hips with every one of her movements. Then she bent over and popped her ass at us, her pants slipping off a good bit.

Her thong vanished into the curving cheeks of her ass. Chloe moaned, her bowels squeezing about my cock as I bottomed out in her. My balls rested against her taint while my pussy clenched, drinking in the wonderful heat of her ass. Bryana kept popping her hips, twerking and shaking her rump.

Her jeans fell off her ass. Between her thighs, her thong clung to the shaved folds of her barely legal twat.

“That’s gorgeous,” Chloe moaned, her voice thick and tight as her asshole clung to my cock. “You’re so hot, Bryana!”

“Smoking hot!” Nadine whooped.

“Mmm, yes, honey, take it all off!” the mother moaned, her voice throaty with delight.

I drew back, my futa-dick sliding through Chloe’s asshole. I reveled in the hot, tight grip of her twat around me. She gripped me. Teased me. She sent such wicked delight shooting through my body. I groaned as I hammered into her bowels. It was incredible to enjoy. A real delight that had me gasping out in bliss.

The sister straightened. She raised her arms above her head like a belly dancer and shook her hips back and forth fast. Her butt-cheeks jiggled before us. Perky and young. A perfect, peachy ass. Her jeans slipped down her legs until they piled around her feet.

With surprising skill, she slid her feet out from her jeans while still rotating those hips. She kicked her pants to the side and turned. She faced us now, tits heaving in her knit top, her hips undulating, her thong’s crotch soaked with her juices.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Chloe moaned.

“Mmm, I know, kitty-cat,” I gasped, thrusting my cock into her bowels again and again. That velvety sheath gripped me. Teased me. “Your sister is sexy.”

Bryana winked at me.

I gripped her little sister’s hips and sodomized her hard. The eighteen-year-old girl’s asshole massaged me as I watched the belly charm dancing over Bryana’s stomach. She lowered her hands, sliding them over her breasts, cupping them through her top.

“So sexy!” Chloe moaned, squeezing her bowels around my dick.

“Yes, yes, that’s just so hot!” I gasped, pumping faster. Harder. My crotch smacked into Chloe’s rump. The echo of flesh on flesh surged through the room.

Bryana rotated around again. Faced her ass at us. She spread her legs, bent them at the knee, planted her hands on her lower thighs, and thrust that ass at us. She shook it and jiggled it. Her thong flashed red where it hugged her cunt.

“You are such a sexy girl!” Mrs. Quick moaned.

“Thanks, Mom!” cooed Bryana. “You’re hot stuff! Look at you, fingering Aunt Nadine!”

“Your mom’s got her fingers deep in my cunt, Bryana!” Nadine moaned.

“And Mildred’s cock is so deep in my asshole!” gasped the precocious Chloe.

Over and over again, I buried into her. I savored her. My hands stroked up her sides, caressing her as I was mesmerized by her older sister’s dancing and twerking. She wiggled her hips from side to side, that peachy ass bouncing.

Then she straightened and, in a fluid motion, threw off her top and tossed it to her aunt. It landed on Nadine’s boobs. She grinned and lassoed it over her head while her other hand kept fingering Mrs. Quick’s pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Nadine moaned, her orgasm clearly building.

Just like mine every time I plowed into the sexy kitten’s asshole. I buggered Chloe with hard strokes. My dick throbbed, the pressure building and building at the tip of my cock. A wild eruption of spunk that would shower out of me.

I would unleash so much spunk into Chloe. I would flood her.

My pussy clenched, drinking in the heat. Bryana kept dancing, her supple back facing me. I caught glimpses of her tits swaying out from her sides, a momentary glimpse of a round delight while she shook that ass at me.

“Turn around!” moaned Chloe. “Show us your boobs!”

“Sure, twerp!” cooed Bryana. She spun around.

I groaned, staring at those firm, ripe mounds. Lovely C-cups verging on D’s. They bounced and jiggled as she wiggled her shoulders now. Her dark-pink nipples thrust out before her. They were aimed at me. Such delicious things to stare at.

She slid her hands up her body, cupping her tits and jiggling them at me. I groaned, burying my futa-dick deep into her sister’s asshole. I was getting so close to erupting. My dick twitched and throbbed, the pleasure surging up to the pinnacle every time I buried into her cunt.

“Show us that twat!” Nadine called. “Oh, my god, show your mom that yummy pussy!”

“Mmm, I bet it’s gorgeous!” groaned Mrs. Quick.

“You fucking believe it is!” Bryana moaned, her hands sliding down her body, caressing her sleek hips.

I whimpered, thrusting harder and faster into Chloe. I sodomized the girl hard and fast. I buried to the hilt in her. My tits heaved before me. My glasses slipped on my face. My orgasm built and built as Bryana’s hands came closer and closer to her panties.

She hooked the waistbands. “Mmm, this what you want?”

“Yes!” all of us watching moaned together.

She pulled her waistband out from her sides, stretching the material and pulling it tight against her pussy. Her cuntlips swallowed the sides, their shaved, pink, and juicy folds on display. Chloe whimpered in delight.

Her asshole spasmed around me as she howled, “So sexy, Bryana!”

I gasped as her asshole writhed around my dick. The pleasure surged down my shaft as I drove my dick to the hilt in her. My head threw back as I stared at that delicious sight, the girl’s pink cuntlips swallowing her red thong.

Then she shoved them down. The dainty cloth popped out from between her pussy lips, exposing them in all their glory. She undulated in place, letting her thong fall down her legs while her little sister’s asshole spasmed and writhed and sucked at my futa-dick.

“Fuck!” I howled and came.

I exploded blast after blast of cum into the eighteen-year-old girl’s asshole as I stared at her twenty-year-old sister’s beautiful twat. My pussy convulsed wildly. Blasts of rapture and waves of ecstasy flooded through my body. Stars danced before my vision.

“Oh, my fucking god, yes!” I moaned, trembling through my bliss. I shuddered there, spurting more and more cum out of my dick.

Bryana stepped out of her panties and grinned, reveling in the attention all four of us showered on her.

“Oh, my fucking god, yes!” howled Nadine. “Dianne!”

“I know!” Mrs. Quick moaned. Both sisters were bucking on the couch, cumming on the other’s fingers.

I fired my last load into Chloe’s asshole. My heart pounded in my chest. This family was amazing. I had special plans for Chloe, but I had to fuck Bryana. She might not be my type, but she was still a sexy girl.

I ripped out of Chloe and pounced on Bryana, lunging over the kitten. I grabbed Bryana and kissed her hard on the mouth. The girl kissed me back with hunger. One hand grabbing my cock, her other arm hooking around my neck. Her tongue thrust into my mouth.

I kept pressing her back until she hit the door. It rattled. My cock pressed into her stomach, rubbing into her belly charm. My futa-dick was fresh from her little sister’s asshole. I had to be in Bryana at this exact moment.

She wanted the same.

As she pressed my cock down and down her shaved pubic mound, I broke the kiss and hissed, “You’re a dirty bitch, aren’t you?”

“So fucking dirty, Mildred!” she moaned. “Let me show you.”

She pressed my cock into her shaved folds. I could see it in her hazel eyes that she knew exactly where my futa-dick had been, and she still wanted it. Needed it. I thrust forward, slamming my shaft into her juicy pussy.

The cutie’s cunt would polish my pole clean.

I fucked her hard against the door, our tits rubbing tight. I kissed her as I drilled my cock hard and fast into her cunt. Her juicy pussy squeezed around me, polishing me. It was incredible to feel her young twat around me.

“Yes, yes, I’m going to clean this cock!” she moaned as she broke the kiss. “Fuck, you’re so hot, Mildred!”

“And you’re so sexy!” I panted, pumping away with powerful strokes and burying to the hilt in her again and again. “Oh, yes, yes, I love this!”

“We’re going to cum!” she moaned. “Going to cum so hard together after I cleaned your huge fucking dick!”

“It is huge!” I panted, grinning at her. I loved my big futa-cock. “Mmm, squeeze that juicy pussy about my cock!”

She clamped down on me. “Like that! Huh? That what you want!”

“I do!”

Her pussy felt incredible. The pressure built and built in my ovaries. That wild explosion would have me jetting my cum into her pussy. I would flood her. Spurt after wild spurt of my cum pumping into her twat. I groaned, every thrust bringing me closer and closer to that moment of eruption. That moment when I would baste her pussy with my jizz.

Behind us, I heard Chloe moaning, almost purring, in delight. Her mother and aunt were playing with the lucky kitten. I had changed this family with my panties. It was incredible. I loved my power. I couldn’t wait to mind-control more women with them.

All my lusts would be satiated.

“So fucking good!” Bryana moaned. “Yes!”

Her pussy clenched around me. “You’re polishing my dick clean with your slutty pussy!”

“Such a slutty pussy!” she moaned, wiggling her hips from side to side. “Oh, god, yes, yes! It’s such a slutty cunt! Made for your cock, Mildred!”

I kissed her again, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. My pussy burned. The silky friction engulfing my cock on my every thrust melted down to my pussy. It sank into my cunt, spilling through it. I groaned, loving every moment of thrusting into her twat. Of burying into her again and again. I would fire so much jizz into her snatch. So much cum.

It would be incredible. A wild blast of delight that would send the rapture surging through me and fire my cum out into her delicious twat. She hooked a lithe leg around my waist. Her fingernails scratched at my back. Our nipples brushed, sparks flaring.

“Aunt Nadine!” gasped Chloe. “Oh, Aunt Nadine, lick all the cum out of my asshole! Oh, yes, yes!”

“Such a yummy ass you have!” purred the older woman. “Mmm, I have such a cute and delicious niece. You did good, sis.”

“I know,” Mrs. Quick said with such delight.

The door rattled as I drove my cock hard into Bryana’s cunt. My orgasm built and built. I was coming closer and closer to that moment. I couldn’t take much more of this. I was about to erupt. To spurt my jizz into her pussy.

A car engine growled and then turned off.

I pumped into her pussy, my nuts quivering. Her tongue danced around in my mouth. Her body heaved against mine. Her pussy clenched about me, polishing the last of her little sister’s asshole off my clit-dick. I groaned into her mouth.

She squealed.

A car door opened and slammed shut.

Bryana’s pussy went wild about my cock. Her hot flesh writhed and spasmed, rippling with polishing delight. She buffed clean my futa-dick as I drew back my hips. I groaned, my tip drinking in the delight and bursting with pleasure.

I slammed back into her and erupted.

Footsteps crunched down the walkway.

I pumped blast after blast of my cum into her pussy. Her cunt spasmed wildly. Stars burst across my vision. I trembled against her, my tits rubbing into hers. I bucked against her with every one of my eruptions.

Keys rattled. Inserted in the door.

My mind melted beneath the dual delights gushing out of my pussy and spurting from my futa-dick. I reveled in them as Bryana’s pussy wrung out the last of my cum from my aching balls. I hit that pinnacle of rapture.

The doorknob turned. It pushed against us, but our weight kept it from opening.

“What the fuck?” a man asked. Then more force shoved into the door, pushing Bryana and I both back. We gasped and fell to the floor, my cock popping out of her pussy. She spilled off me as a man stepped in and gaped.

“Hey, Dad!” Bryana said.

The man’s jaw dropped as Chloe howled, “Daddy! Daddy! Aunt Nadine’s licking all the cum out of my asshole!

To be continued…

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I was a teenage lesbian

My first time…

My first time with a girl was a while ago, I was actually only 15, I had sex with a girl before I discovered boys….here’s how it happened

When I was 13/14 I started to get invited to the usual teenage parties. You know the sort of thing, your mate’s parents are persuaded by constant nagging for months on end to let you have the house for a night “Aw mum, it’s only me and the girls from school honest” and the moment they relent you start deciding which boys you can invite. It’s not that long ago but it seemed so much more innocent then, there was no chance of it being advertised on facebook for the whole city to gatecrash and you could keep it to more or less the people you wanted. Invites were a minefield though, you couldn’t ask the boy you fancied outright, and you had to get your mate to ask his mate even though your mate fancied someone else….but somehow it worked. Yes, some girls spent the whole night crying in the downstairs loo and others disappeared with boys down the garden/into the garage/spare bedroom to reappear later with the look on their faces that said ‘I’m a woman now’ while the boy gave his friends surreptitious high fives and didn’t speak to her again for the rest of the night.

Fun wasn’t it?

My best friend was Elizabeth (Beth) and she had an older sister called Helen. They were both cut from the same cloth – tall, long legged and shapely. Beth and I were both budding B cups when we started going to parties together and Helen was straining against a D. A year later we were much the same but Helen was a voluptuous E or F and naturally created lots of interest from the lads we knew. As I said, she was older but fairly quiet, studious and determined to get good grades and go to Uni. She had the usual gaggle of local lads chasing her but said that she wasn’t bothered about any of them and would slap their attentions away with a caustic wit. She was a bit of a heroine to some of us to be honest.

She was close to her sister and used to come to some of the parties with us, partly because she like to drink and dance (let’s not kid anyone here, there was always plenty of booze and the odd joint) and partly because Beth’s parents (and mine) were more inclined to let us go if Helen was there to ‘look after us’.

When we got to the party she would get a bottle of Cider and find a comfortable corner and spend the night taking the piss out of the horny hopefuls that would risk being filleted by her sharp tongue for a close look at her stunning cleavage. Oh, she didn’t want to be touched but she liked to tease and her low cut tops and short shirts were no doubt the stuff of a million adolescent fantasies. I often think back and wonder how many gallons of spunk were wanked over thoughts of her ripe body, how many palms itched to feel those stunning tits…

Anyway, after the parties I often used to stay at their house either sleeping in with Beth (that didn’t last long, we were too big to share a single bed) or on a camp bed in her room. Helen had the ‘middle’ bedroom and had a double bed, their parents having a bedroom on the floor above.

One warm night in early summer we snuck in late after a party, dragging an almost comatose Beth between us. She had spent the night chatting and dancing with Jason, one of the local ‘bad boys’ and he had given her some particularly strong skunk when they were outside ‘saying goodnight’. No doubt he thought it would ease his entry into her knickers but after a few moments she promptly threw up all over him instead! Me and one of the others cleaned her up as best be could while Helen ranted at Jason, called a taxi and then ranted at him some more. She even made him hand over what was left of the joint – quite a lot actually – before chasing him down the garden path to the amusement of his mates. When we got her home we made her drink some water before tucking her into bed with a strategically placed bucket beside her.

Helen made us both a mug of tea and we went and sat in the conservatory. I was a bit drunk but taking care of Beth had sobered me up a bit and despite it being almost 0200 I wasn’t really tired. We sipped our tea and laughed about the night, sure that Beth would be ok in the morning but wondering how Jason would ever face his mates again!

Helen pulled out the remains of Jason’s joint from her handbag and looked at me with one of her elegant eyebrows raised

“Ever tried this?”

I shook my head. “Smoked some fags but not that stuff”

“Good a time as any.” She said pulling out a lighter. She rolled the crumpled joint between her fingers, straightening it out before wafting the flame over the end. She inhaled gently, pulling the smoke into her mouth and lungs before letting it slowly out. “Pheew, that is strong, just take a very little into your mouth at first.”

My hand was shaking as I carefully took hold of the joint and I hesitatingly did as I was told and puffed a couple of times, blowing the smoke out fairly quickly. Helen laughed and said “Slowly, take a little back now you are used to it…that’s it…gently…” As I filled my lungs and felt my blood roaring through my head as the powerful drug kicked in. Helen took the rest of the joint off me as I tried to make my eyes focus and finished it with a couple of strong drags.

We both sat back into our chairs, eyes half closed as we felt the harsh kick of the skunk give way to a wonderful warm feeling, hands and feet gently tingling, my body felt like it was floating in a sensuous warm sea. “Mmmm, that’s nice stuff.” Said Helen. “It’s wasted on that little moron.”

She tilted her head to the side as if she was debating something in her mind and then she looked straight at me with a mischievous smile.

“You know something Jane? The only problem with skunk for me, one of the reasons I usually avoid it, is that it makes me unbearable horny”

With that she ran her right hand down her extravagant bosom and across her flat tummy to her short skirt, pushing the material down tight between her legs before squeezing them together, trapping her fingers between her thighs.
“Mmmmm, that feels nice!” she sighed. I could see her wrist moving as she ground her fingers deep between her legs. “Come on now Jane,” she said “don’t tell me that you never touch yourself when you think everyone is asleep. Tell me the truth, you do don’t you?” She was almost laughing was she said this, as if the whole idea of touching my most intimate part was no big deal, certainly nothing to hide….so I shyly nodded, my eyes looking anywhere but at hers. “Of course you do, we all do, particularly after drinking and now smoking…but I can’t do it while wearing these bloody things!” With that she hoisted herself to her feet and in the twinkling of an eye pushed the thick black tights and black knickers she had on down to her knees before flopping down once more into the chair to take them the rest of the way off. Her long legs looked pale in the soft light from the lamp and I found myself strangely disappointed that I couldn’t see the dark shadow of her pussy more clearly.

“Your turn.” She said, “C’mon, I won’t tell if you won’t..”

I really didn’t know what to do, obviously I had been masturbating for ages, sometimes thinking about boys, sometimes reading the porn mags my dad kept under the bed – they were on my mum’s side quite often too – sometimes just because it felt good but this was different. But something in her smile made me get to my feet – unsteadily -and pull my skirt up enough to pull my tights and knickers down before flopping back and kicking them off my feet.

She grinned at me before sucking two fingers into her mouth and then, pulling her skirt higher with her other hand, pushed them firmly down between her legs.

“Mmmmmm….shit that feels good.” She groaned, biting the corner of her lip. From my angle I could see her wrist move a little but not a lot more but I was fascinated, and truth be told, more sexually excited than I had ever been before in my young life. I let my hand drift down and was shocked at how wet I was, how hard my clit felt as I rubbed the tip of my finger over it. Helen was now moving her hand more vigorously and I could hear her breathing become shallower and much quicker. I could see that her eyes were locked on me, locked on my arm as it moved the wrist that moved my fingers that circled my clit. I felt that she could see it all and I knew it excited her. I spread my legs a little wider and began to move my arm more than I needed to, I wanted her to see what I was doing as much as she wanted to watch….neither of us could keep it up for long, she came first with a series of stuttering groans, I soon after, more quietly, shyly…but it was still the most intense orgasm I had ever had.

We sat in silence for a while, just enjoying the afterglow before Helen got up. She picked up her tights and hand bag and nodded to me to do the same. “C’mon, it’s late; we had best go to bed before we wake anyone up.” As we walked out of the conservatory she turned and kissed my forehead “Thanks, that was fun.” She said “Lets keep it as our little secret; maybe we can do it again sometime” I shyly nodded before scurrying up to my place on the camp bed in Beth’s room. My pussy was on fire. I ached to touch myself again but I was too scared of the creaking of the camp bed to do anything and eventually I fell into a restless sleep – but not before I was sure I had heard a groan through the ceiling from Helen’s room.

At breakfast we made gentle fun of Beth without letting her parents know too much and I left before lunchtime, the final goodbye from Helen being loaded with a quick conspirital wink. I could not wait to get home and once there wasted no time in stripping off my soggy knickers and bringing myself to another shattering orgasm. The next few days were spent in my room with my fingers busy between my legs, visions of Helen in my head, wondering/hoping that she was doing the same as me. I was so obsessed that I even sat in front of my wardrobe mirror, legs spread wide as I watched myself, pretending that I was either watching Helen or she was watching me. Things calmed down for the next week or so until Beth rang and asked if I was coming to Jill’s party the following weekend. I feigned indifference for as long as I could before asking if Helen was coming as well “Oh yes, I think so.” Said Beth, “After the last one I hope she is anyway, wouldn’t surprise me if Jason and his mob try to make some trouble – but Helen will sort them out!” Once more we agreed that I would stay over and I spent the next few days trembling in anticipation.

As usual Beth and I sneaked half a bottle of Vodka into her room to have while we got ready but this time, instead of dividing it equally, I made sure that hers was more Vodka & Coke and mine more Coke & Vodka. Helen joined us just before the taxi arrived and her raised eyebrow at the obviously tipsy Beth made me blush. Once there I had a few drinks, chatted to some boys, danced a little but all the time I was conscious of Beth, making sure she had a full glass as often as possible and of Helen, sitting in the corner as usual with her bottle of cider, teasing the boys, the girl they all wanted but none of them could have. Just after midnight the inevitable happened and Beth fell over. To be fair she had done well to last that long with the boys trying to get her drunk as well as me! Jason was there again and managed to get a good feel of her boobs as he helped her up while another one had a good look up her skirt as he picked up the broken glass. Helen was there in a couple of strides and shooed them away with a swift cuff around the ear before ringing for a taxi.

Once back into their house the routine was the same, put Beth to bed with a bucket beside her and then looked at each other expectantly. “Cup of tea before bed?” said Helen. I nodded enthusiastically and almost ran downstairs to get the kettle on. Helen went up to her room first and was waiting for me in the conservatory. She had a huge spliff in one hand and a lighter in the other, far more exciting than my two mugs of tea! She lit the spliff and took a heavy drag as I put down the mugs, passing it to me and then collapsing down into the nearest chair. I noticed that she had moved the chairs around so they were now facing each other a few feet apart and I sat down before filling my lungs with the thick smoke. We passed the joint to each other a few times until it was gone, by which time my head was swimming and the room was gently revolving. Helen also had a glazed look on her face but it wasn’t just the drug, it was a look I came to recognize quite easily in the future. It was a look of pure lust.

After a few mouthfuls of the hot sweet tea (funny how we all took sugar back then) the spinning stopped and I could just feel the lazy floating feeling once more. “God that stuff is good.” Said Helen “And you know how it makes me feel…shall we have a little play before we go to bed?” This time she pulled off her skirt as well as her tights and pants before flopping down again. She was now naked from the waist down and I could clearly see her pink slit peeking through her light blonde pubic hair. “Your turn Jane, don’t be shy.” she said She was already stroking her fingers through her pubes and into her pussy as I stripped in the same way, my darker hair hiding a little more than hers. Once more it was her burning gaze that excited me. I wasn’t thinking about having sex with another girl when I looked at Helen, I was just thinking about having sex with her, another human being, someone that I adored. For now I watched fascinated as she slipped two fingers deep inside her, pulling them out coated in her glistening juices before rubbing them in firm circles around her clit. I tried to copy her but I was still too tight and had to settle for stroking the juice from my sopping pussy all over my outer lips and my hard little clit. I was very excited once more and was close to cuming when again she beat me to it, gasping and moaning through her orgasm…I thought she would stop but she carried on, her fingers a blur between her legs, her left hand curling upwards to clamp onto one of her magnificent breasts, squeezing it through her t-shirt. I could hear the sloshing sound of a very wet pussy and I think it was that which sent me over the edge, the sound of her sex as much as the sight of it. I held back my own climax as long as I could, waiting until she was looking at me before some more vigorous rubbing of my clit sent me over the edge too….

When we had both recovered a little she stood up and walked over to me. At that point my heart was pounding so hard I thought my chest would explode, her every step becoming more exciting and more terrifying as she drew nearer…it was only a couple of steps but time stood still for me for all of them. “I’m going to bed.” Was all she said and once more bent down and kissed my forehead. Maybe something in my eyes betrayed me but as she looked down on me she bent her lips towards me once more and planted a soft kiss on my lips, her lips lingering that instant longer than mere friendship should dictate and hinting in my adolescent world of something more to come. I closed my eyes and tried to lock the memory of that kiss inside me so that I could keep it forever. When I opened my eyes she was gone, swallowed up by the darkness beyond the conservatory door. Despite my recent climax I was unbearably excited…my pussy ached and throbbed and I knew that in this state I could not possibly sleep. My fingers were soon busy again and I once more felt that surge of joy and abandon as my thighs shook uncontrollably through my orgasm. As I looked up I saw a change in the darkness by the conservatory door and thought I heard a creek on the stairs and I knew at once the Helen had been watching me.

I didn’t see her in the morning, just Beth with her aching head. All the moaning that she did about it cut no ice with me, nothing she was feeling could be close to the ache in my groin, the desperation for Helen’s touch. Fortunately the parties came thick and fast that year. The weather was good; we were young and felt invulnerable. Why not party? The next one was just a week away, a week I spent in feverish excitement. There was a constant dampness between my legs and my nipples seemed to be permanently firm and sensitive. My dreams we always the same, Helen Helen Helen, she was all I could think about….

Arriving at Beth’s place to get ready I pulled out a whole bottle of Vodka this time, determined that Beth would not even last until midnight and god bless her, she didn’t let me down, enthusiastically gulping down the first glass of almost neat spirit, barely coloured with coke. We talked about the party, the boys, the music and the clothes we would wear but all the time I was listening for Helen’s feet on the stairs. When she did come in, about 10 minuets after we had arranged to meet she stunned us into silence. Instead of the usual tights/skirt/top/jacket she was wearing a low shoes, a black knee length fitted skirt and a strapless corset in black silk with a deep red trim. She had added a short fine cardigan but frankly it did little to hide her magnificent cleavage! Her long blond hair and dark eye make up gave the whole outfit a gothic feel to it and she looked truly stunning and very grown up standing beside Beth and me.

Her parents made some comment about the ‘new’ Helen as the dropped us off at the party. They were going on to see some friends and were stopping over so we would have to get a taxi home as usual but would then have the house to ourselves. Helen cut quite a dramatic figure as we joined the party and it was funny to see so many guys with their tongues hanging out, shocked at the change in her. Diverting though all this was, I still had one thing on my mind and to that end I duly got Beth plastered in double quick time. I didn’t realise how pissed she was until I found her in the garage with Jason and one of his mates. Jason was fingering her pussy while his mate held her up by the tits. She was out cold and although I must admit that the scene was exciting it didn’t seem fair to let her loose her virginity while unconscious. I screamed at them to let her go and in seconds Helen was by my side helping me to straighten Beth’s clothing and drag her out of there. It was only just after eleven when we arrived home and as usual put Beth to bed. I made small talk about Jason and the party, anything really to distract me from the insane itch between my legs that was just begging for Helen’s touch.

Once we had her settled we walked slowly down the stairs, the tension between us growing with every step. I offered tea again but Helen sent me to get the rest of the Vodka form Beth’s room. She poured us a drink each and we went into the conservatory. It was a really warm night, the sort that we don’t seem to get any more; the very air seemed to be throbbing to the same rhythm as my pussy. As we sipped our drinks, chatting inanely, I didn’t once take my eyes off her or she off me. We finished our drinks and without a word Helen took our glasses and brought us a refill. “I’m afraid I have a confession to make Jane,” She said. “I thought I was being careful with the dope but I seem to have smoked it all. I’m still very horny though. Shall we pretend we have had a smoke?”

I just looked up dumbly at her and nodded

She smiled and tipped the remains of her drink down her throat in one gulp before putting the glass down and turning her back to me. “Can you help me with the zip please? It’s a new skirt and it keeps catching.’ My hand was shaking uncontrollably as I tugged the perfectly free zip down. She shook her hips and it fell to the floor leaving me looking at her curvaceous bottom. “No knickers.” She said “It spoilt the line.” Turning to face me she slid her hand between her legs before slowly moving it away “Had a trim too, feels very smooth and sexy.” She said as her newly bald pussy appeared a few inches from my face. “Would you like to feel?” Not waiting for my answer she reached down and grabbed my wrist, pushing my fingers firmly against her pussy. I spread my fingers out a little, thrilled to feel her wetness and heat and was rewarded with a sigh. For the next few seconds we both pretended that it was perfectly normal for her sister’s best friend to be touching her most intimate part before she started to lower herself down onto the rug, taking me with her. She kept hold of my wrist the whole way down and once seated she spread her legs wider. By know I was on my knees staring straight into the fabulous cleavage as she gently used my hand against her pussy. I curled my fingers inwards and speared deep inside her causing her to gasp and moan as I thrust firmly in and out before pulling it out to rub her soaking pussy even more firmly. As her gasps became even more frequent I bent my head and kissed the tops of those magnificent breasts, desperate for her to know that I wanted her and that she could do whatever she liked with me. Her fingers scrabbled at the side of her corset and found the zip and in an instant my mouth was glued to her huge left nipple. I was about to move on to the right one as her orgasm hit her almost causing her to pass out. God, it was wonderful!

When she had recovered a little she pulled us both to our feet and gently ushered us to her room. She must have spent half an hour once we were there just kissing, touching every part of my body except one as she slowly stripped my clothes off. I was so turned on that when she finally touched my clit I almost exploded, I thought my heart had stopped and my blood was flowing backwards it was that intense. During that night Helen and I learned things about our bodies and those of our lovers that we have never forgotten. I learned how much I love the taste of pussy, how I am more satisfied by sex with my own sex than sex with a man and that I’m not the only one!

It was wonderful and life changing and I’m so so glad it happened. For the record we spent the next few weeks together, endless days and night entwined exploring each others bodies. My hands and lips always seemed to taste of her, my lips were never far from her lips or her pussy………….and then, in September she went to uni. She came back at half term and told me about the love of her life, the (female) hockey captain from Leeds…we had one last night when she ‘tried to make it up to me’ by doing everything to me that she had learned from her new love. It was exciting and stimulating and I had orgasm after orgasm but it wasn’t the same. She didn’t love me.

As first times go it was very special though, and wherever Helen is now I hope she is having her pussy licked!!!

Oh, and by the way – Beth? She married Jason in the end and they now have two lovely daughters. Ahhh…

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Ginny is shocked to be selected to naked when her college embraces the Program.

Futa Naked In School – Futa’s Naked Temptation

Chapter One: Ginny Bares All

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Ginny Reynolds’s Week, Monday

“They have to be announcing the start of the Program,” my futa-girlfriend, Samantha, said, her arm around my shoulder.

“Try not to sound so excited,” I muttered, my stomach churning as the students of Joanna Rogers College flowed across the open grounds towards the gymnasium. “I bet you want to see one of those busty girls like Claire Nowell or Janice Simms I saw you drooling over.”

“Ginny, don’t sound like that,” Samantha said, tightening her arm as she glanced down at my chest. “You don’t have anything to feel ashamed of.”

At eighteen, I thought I was blossoming well, my breasts nice and round. Maybe I’d be as busty as some of those other girls in year or two. My cheeks went pink as I felt her gaze. I squirmed in her arm, pressing against her. She had a jaunt to her step, her green eyes flashing. Her brown hair, cut into a cute bob, swayed as it framed her delicate face, her lips pink and kissable.

I enjoyed kissing those lips a lot.

“I bet Candice is eager to see some big boobs bouncing naked around the school,” Samantha said, glancing past me to my best friend.

Candice, a nerdy futa, blushed to her blonde roots. Her pigtails swayed about her shoulders while her blue eyes darted away from me, her glasses shifting on her nose. She wore a high-necked dress, like usual, the hem falling down to her ankles. Some futas like to show off as much skin as girls. Samantha herself wore a tight, pink t-shirt that molded to her small breasts. Her lack of bra was evident, her nipples puckered high. She wore a style of jeans not unlike my own, though hers was cut different in the crotch to accommodate a clit-dick.

What would it be like to have a clit that thrust out from the folds of my pussy… I’d had only see naked futas in pictures in health text books. It seemed so strange to see familiar labia wrapped about the base of the thrusting cock.

“Stop teasing her,” I told Samantha as we reached the gymnasium.

“Look, there’s Denice,” Samantha said, nodding to the busty blonde, her hair gathered in an elegant, French braid. She was standing at the entrance, handing out flyers. “She your type of girl?”

“Maybe she’s your type of girl,” I muttered, giving Samantha a look as she eyed the busty Junior, the twenty-year-old girl’s tits almost falling out of her halter top, a giggling smile on her lips.

“Won’t you vote for me for Homecoming Queen,” Denice said, thrusting a purple flyer out at my futa-girlfriend.

“Sure!” Samantha said, snatching up the flyer, a huge grin on her face.

I gave a snort of disgust and wiggled out of her arm, stalking off into the physical education building without her, glancing at Candice. She gave me a supportive smile. She was such a sweet futa. I had to find her a girlfriend. She didn’t date at all in high school, and now that we were in college, I wanted to make sure that she found someone and poke out of her shell.

“Did she have nice tits?” I asked Candice, a sudden worry twisting through me.

Candice shrugged. “Maybe too big, I guess.”

I made a note about that. Not a busty girl for Candice.

“Hey, wait, Ginny!” Samantha shouted, darting up. “You’re not mad because I took a dumb flyer?”

I arched an eyebrow at my futa-girlfriend.

“Look!” She balled it up and threw it in the trash. “There. No more flyer. Okay. I’ll vote for Umeko Himura instead.”

I kept looking at her.

“I’ll pen your name in for Homecoming Queen,” she said, slipping her arm around my shoulder, her nipples hard against her top. “We should have a cute redhead for our queen this year.”

A little flutter shot through me. “You better make sure I win.”

Her smile slipped a bit. I couldn’t help giggling.

We passed the locker rooms and neared the entrance to the gymnasium. A girl with sandy-blonde hair stood on a box. She was an older girl, another junior or senior, I think. It was the second week of school, I hardly knew my fellow freshman. She was dressed as conservatively as Candice, a white dress buttoned to her neckline, the sleeves long despite the warm, early September day.

“Do not stand up for the perversity of the Program,” she said, a golden cross flashing about her neck. “If we refuse to strip naked and parade around the campus, then it won’t get a foothold here. If you are chosen, pledge to the Purity Society that you want give in to their pressures. The Program only brings fornication and—”

“I like fornication,” shouted Shelena.

I groaned, spotting the tall, African-American futa. She was a sophomore, the nineteen-year-old bitch thought she was goddess’s gift to girls. She was in my PE class. I always felt her eyes roaming my body. She leered at all of us girls, especially the freshmen in the class.

“That’s what you need, Lola,” Shelena continued. “A nice, big, Black futa-dick to help you out!”

“See!” Lola shouted, her face going red. She stabbed her finger at Shelena. “This is what the Program does. Makes us think it is acceptable to say things like that! Boycott this perversity. Do not let it take root in our school.” Her gaze swept around while a cadre of futas and girls, equally dressed like they were from the fifties or something, nodded their heads as they ringed her, holding their pamphlets. “Wear a purity bracelet, a pledge between you and goddess that you’ll be free of sin.”

Her eyes fell on me, blue and intense, burning with an unnatural fire. I shuddered, hanging against Samantha. She tightened her arm around me while my thoughts wondered what I would do if I was chosen. The Program wasn’t… terrible. They did say no girl made it her whole week with her cherry intact and…

Would it be so bad to surrender my virginity to Samantha?

We flowed past Lola and her Purity Society while I kept my head ducked low, not wanting Shelena to see me. I swallowed as we found seats in the bleachers, about midway up. I sat between my futa-girlfriend and friend. Candice pulled out a book, a technical manual on some sort of video equipment. She was in the A/V club, of course.

The entire gymnasium buzzed as the student body of Rogers College filled the stands. I swallowed, my heart racing. Was it truly the Program? I stared down at the center of the gymnasium where our school’s president, a fellow redhead like me, waited. Ms. McTaggart was a futa, though, standing tall before a portable podium with a mic facing the stands.

“Thank you, thank you for coming,” she said with such energy. She had a bright-red blouse and black skirt, her legs clad by dark pantyhose. She clapped her hands together, almost bouncing like a schoolgirl than a futa in her forties. “This is a wonderful day for Rogers College. As you may all be wondering, yes, Rogers is enrolling in the Program!”

A ripple ran through the crowd. A strange… excitement swelled through me. I shifted in my seat, my hands rubbing at my jeans. My pussy grew… wet. I bit my lip, staring down by the president realizing I was about to see a naked futa for the first time.

“We’ll be doing one student from each year,” Ms. McTaggart continued, her voice full of peppy energy. “Two futas and two girls. Now isn’t that exciting?”

A roar rippled through the crowd, many futas standing up, a few girls, too. I swallowed, my nipples pressing hard against my bra. I found my self playing with my fiery locks. My chest felt tight. There were five hundred students at our college. That meant I had less than a 1% chance of being chosen. But…

Did I want to be?

I swallowed.

“Now, for those who don’t know, the Program is an amazing opportunity for you young people to get to know your bodies. In the wake of the Sexual Freedom Act decriminalizing public nudity, obscenity laws, and incest laws, the Program was established to help young people become comfortable with their bodies.

“For one week, those chosen to participate in the Program will have to attend classes naked, will have to use the opposite gender’s facilities from restrooms to locker rooms, and is free to perform any sexual acts you consent to. At the beginning of any class, you have ten minutes to ask for ‘satisfaction.’ This can range from masturbation to asking for a volunteer to service you in a variety of fashion, even full penetration.”

A bunch of futas cheered, and I swear Samantha wanted to as she shifted beside me. I hoed it was me she wanted to penetrate. My cheeks burned at that thought.

The president waited for the cheering to die before continuing, “Further, professors may use you in their lessons on topics of biology, sexual health, and any other creative uses they may come up with.”

I swallowed, my entire body shivering. Sex in class… I glanced at Samantha, seeing the hungry grin on her face. She glanced at me. That gleam made me shiver. Did she want me in the Program? Did she picture us having sex before everyone?

“Students in the Program have to comply with any reasonable request. They can be groped and touched, they can be stimulated to orgasm so long as no penetration of any orifice occurs. They have to pose for pictures.” She paused. “So… if you see a naked futa and want to stroke her cock until she cums, that’s okay.”

“Or finger a girl until she orgasms?” asked Shelena. Of course she would say that.

“So long as those fingers don’t penetrate the girl’s pussy,” President McTaggart said. “Any one who violates these rules will be… punished. Harshly. I will brook no crossing of these lines. If you’re in the Program and someone tries to penetrate you without your permission , whether futa or female, report to my office or a professor immediately.” Then her smile brightened. “Now that we have that out of the way, let’s get stated. Our computer picked the names randomly from the student body.” She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. “First up, the freshmen. Ginny Reynolds.”

My jaw dropped.

“Yes!” hissed Samantha.

Candice gasped beside me, shooting me a concerned look.

“Come on down, Ginny,” President McTaggart said, her green eyes sweeping over the crowd. “Don’t be shy.”

“Be pure!” Lola shouted from somewhere in the crowd.

My heart pounded so fast while I felt everyone staring at me as I stood up. I couldn’t help myself. I was in a daze, stunned by what had happened. My hands were sweaty. I rubbed them on my jeans as I stumbled forward. I swallowed, my mouth dry. This couldn’t be happening. It had to be a mistake. They couldn’t have called my name.

Not me.

Other names were called as I slid myself through the crowd. I hardly noticed. I couldn’t heart over my screaming heart. The tightness in my chest squeezed at me. I struggled to breathe as I squeezed by the students.

A hand grabbed my ass, squeezing.

A hot shiver ran through me. I would have to be groped a lot. Touched, caressed. I bit my lip, my fiery hair dancing about my shoulders. This felt like a nightmare. I had to be dreaming. I wished I was dreaming. And yet…

That heat burned inside of me. This strange… exhilaration surged through me, almost feeding on my fear. I reached the steps and stumble down them, my sneakers squeaking on the steps. Another hand grabbed my butt, squeezing me through jeans and panties.

“Damn, what a cute redhead,” I heard a futa groan.

“Look at that ass,” said another.

“She’s cute.”

“Freshman with freckles. Hot!”

“I hope she chooses me for satisfaction. I got nine inches with her name on it.”

“More like three, Poise!”

I passed the second to last row and saw Shelena grinning at me. The Black futa’s thick lips were spread wide. Her tight blouse molded to her large tits, her nipples hard. She winked at me as her hand slid down her body to her tight jeans, her cock bulged them, forming a tent bigger than any my futa-girlfriend had ever tented.

I swallowed as a giddy sort of ripple washed out of my pussy.

Then I was out at the stage and stumbling to Ms. McTaggart. The president smiled at me and clapped her hands together. Her mouth moved, but her words rippled around me without me understanding them. My breath came so fast. My heart thundered in my chest. Heat flowed through me.

Her hands cupped my face, her green eyes staring into mine. I think they were the same hue as mine. “You have to get naked, Ginny.” Then she kissed me right on the mouth. Not long or fast. But enough to send a wild thrill through me. “Okay?”

“Okay,” I panted, my heart thundering.

I had to. It was the rule. With the entire school watching me. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I almost felt like a different person, like my mind had drifted from my body and I watched it move on its own. Fingers grabbed the hem of my blue blouse and pulled it up my body, exposing my pale skin. I was so fair, as white as you could come.

The cheers swelled. Everyone watched as the president took my blouse from me, folding it up and putting it in a clear, plastic bag. I swallowed and then kicked off my sneakers. I went for my jeans next, still dazed.

This was really happening.

My head snapped around as I unzipped my jeans. I rolled them down my hips as I searched for something to anchor my spinning world. The heat burning in my pussy frightened me. My nipples ached. I licked my lips, searching for Samantha.

I found her sitting by Candice, both watching me. My best friend and my futa-girlfriend. I stared at them as I stepped out of my jeans, my toes curling in my pink, ruffled socks. I handed my jeans over to the president. They vanished in the bag.

Others joined me. The other girl, a senior, and the two futas. I hardly noticed them, staring at Samantha and Candice. They would support me. Help me out. I would be groped and touched by anyone who wanted me, but I was still Samantha’s.

I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I slipped it off my shoulders, my round breasts coming into view. They bounced and jiggled, my pink nipples hard, my areolas puffy and swollen. Samantha leaned forward, such a look of hunger in them. Even Candice was watching. She pushed up her glasses.

My fingers slid down to my cute panties. They had a heart on my rump and a little bit of lace around the waistband. A girl should feel like a woman beneath her clothing. That was what my mom always said. I hooked my thumbs in them.

This was really happening. I was really doing this.

I shoved them down.

The gymnasium burst into applause as my trimmed, fiery bush came into view. My cheeks burned. My virgin pussy clenched. I hoped no one could tell I was wet. That I had little beads of dew clinging to my hairs. I stepped out of my panties, straightened, part of me wanting to hide my body, to shrink and cower.

Another part of me… like the attention. All these futas, and more than a few girls, stared at me with such hunger. I could feel them eager to touch me. I found Samantha’s eyes and… Candice stared with that same hunger. My friend lusted for me.

“That’s my girlfriend!” Samantha whooped, her voice echoing across the stage.

The groping began almost at once. The moment the president ended the ceremony, futas swarmed me. They came at me from all directions. Some had their cameras out. Others had their hands outstretched. Teal Constable, from my French and technical writing classes, grabbed my right breast with a bold grin on her lips, her green eyes flash. She thumbed my nub.

Another futa shoved her hand between my thighs. I gasped as she rubbed right across my virgin lips, shouting, “She’s dripping wet! What a slut!”

My cheeks burned even as a wave of pleasure shot through me.

“Look at these nipples,” groaned Teal groping my tit. “They’re so cute and puffy.”

“Can I suck on one,” a futa that had to be a senior asked, her brown eyes glassy. “Please.”

“No!” I gasped.

But I couldn’t stop her from playing with the other nub, massaging it. pleasure shot through my body. It was nothing like masturbating or even when Samantha rubbed my tits while we made out. She always did it through my blouse. Now… now there was nothing stopping the contact. The fingers rubbing at my pussy made my snatch melt. My juices flowed. A tangy musk filled the air.

“Grope my cock!” groaned another futa, grabbing my hand and shoving it into her skirt. I felt her bulge through there.

I had to squeeze it. That was the rules. It wasn’t penetration. I felt her girth through her dress and panties, my cheeks burning. I’d never done this for Samantha, and now… I was touching a strange futa’s clit-dick.

“She feels even hotter,” the futa rubbing my cunt said. “And she’s got a cherry. Damn. Someone’s going to be lucky.”

“Can it be me, Ginny,” Teal asked, her green shining with lust. “Please, please, I’ll make it good for you. You’ll cum hard.”

“No!” I gasped. “Only Samantha can have that.”

“That’s right, moldy cunt!” snarled Samantha. She pressed through the crowd and threw her arm around my shoulder. “Get back, Teal. This is my girl!”

“It’s the Program!” a futa objected. “We can touch her.”

“But only I get to fuck her!” Samantha said, sounding like she owned me. “This is my pussy!”

I gasped as her hand that was around my waist reached around me, following the descending V of my hip, and reached my bush. She slid through my silky hairs and touched my pussy. My clit. Sparks flared through me as she cupped my vulva and massaged my labia.

Pleasure crashed through me. All the touching was too much for me. I threw back my head and screamed out in rapture. Samantha’s fingers stimulated my little clit, making it ache and throb. My eyes fluttered. The pleasure rippled over me. Stars washed across my vision.

“She’s cumming!” a futa moaned.

“What a slut!” Teal gasped. “You set her off, Samantha!”

“Nice!”

“Course I did,” Samantha said, stroking my clit while my knees trembled. Juices gushed out of me, pouring hot down my thighs. “She’s my girl. I know how to get her off.”

I clung to Samantha, my pussy convulsing, as she pulled me through the crowd. I moaned and panted, pleasure washing through me again and again. My bare feet slapped on the linoleum. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. It was so much. The room spun around me.

“Samantha!” I moaned.

“That’s right,” she said, grinning at me, her brown hair framing her flushed face. “You’re mine, Ginny. I won’t let them molest you. I’ll make your pussy cum. You need it, come to me.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned.

Then Candice was there, opening the door that led out of the gym, giving me a supportive smile. She kept her hands to herself as Samantha hurried me out of the gym, leaving the crowds to swarm the senior girl and the two futas.

I was just grateful I had Samantha and Candice. My nerdy friend blocked the door, giving Samantha a head start to get us to our history class we shared together. I buzzed from the thrill of it.

I came so fast. So hard.

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My first day passed in a surreal blur. I was groped all the time, my pussy kept on the edge. I was tempted to ask for satisfaction, but I didn’t. I was horny. Eager to get home and masturbate myself to a fiery delight.

Or to let Samantha do things to me.

She couldn’t keep her hands off of me. She had open invitation to grope my naked body. To finally enjoy all the things I kept from her this long. She squeezed my breasts, kneaded my ass, and felt up my pussy. She licked my juices off her fingers, grinning at me.

“When you’re ready,” she whispered as she led me to the president’s office to get my clothing, “I’ll take your cherry. I don’t care how many people are watching or… You could come over to my house.”

“I have homework,” I told her, squirming. Was I ready to give her that last delight. The way she spoke… “I don’t need to do that.”

“Yet,” she said, squeezing my naked ass, her eyes watching my round breasts sway. “Yet. At the very least, ask for satisfaction, and I’ll eat your pussy. Maybe you can suck my cock, too.”

“Maybe,” I promised. I kissed her and headed into the president’s office.

I got my clothes back and the president also handed me a purple sash that said “Rogers College Program” in gold letters. “If you wear that, no one will give you a hassle if you go naked. You might even get discounts at stores. Things are changing. Nudity is allowed. You’re so lucky to get to enjoy it.”

I bit my lip and shook my head. I dressed. I’d leave that to a more adventurous girl even as my pussy itched for me to give it a try. I was feverish with passion. I ached so much. I shivered and emerged dressed to find Candice waiting.

“Where’s Samantha?” I asked.

Candice shrugged. “Are we still working on that project today?”

“Right,” I said, biting my lip. I so needed to masturbate. “Do you mind if we…?”

“It’s fine,” she said, smiling. “I get it. Today must have been a lot.” She gave me a quick, fleeting hug. “See you tomorrow.”

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Tuesday

Arriving at my college for the second day was when reality hit me. Yesterday passed in such a daze of shock and teasing pleasure that I truly didn’t process what it meant to go naked through the school. I was turned on all day. A ball of lust compelling me to masturbate for an hour when I got home last night.

I rubbed my poor pussy raw.

My eighteen-year-old body shook and shuddered. I licked my lips, my heart racing as I stared at the door. Samantha squeezed my hand, my futa-girlfriend’s delicate face gave me a supportive smile as we approached President McTaggart standing at the door, beaming.

“Good morning, Ginny!” she said, holding the plastic bag in her hand, rustling it. “Shall we?”

My cheeks burned and I nodded. Futas lingered around, all with their phones out. They were like a pack of wolves, all hungry and salivating to feast on me. I shivered, a strange heat rippling through my body, flowing from my pussy.

“All right, babe,” Samantha said, rubbing her hands together, her eyes as hungry as the other futas. “I love seeing you naked. You’re so cute.”

“Samantha,” I groaned, my body shivering.

“I hope you ask for relief in our English class,” she continued. “I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

I bit my lip. Everyone was staring at me. I had to go naked. My heart pounded faster and faster. My chest crushed down on my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. My blouse felt so tight around me, my hips wiggling. I was on fire. I was terrified. I was horny. Scared. Excited. Anxious. I was so many emotions.

“It’ll be okay,” Candice said, her hand resting on my shoulder. Giving me a squeeze. “Okay.”

I glanced at my nerdy friend, the futa’s blonde pigtails swaying about her face. Her blue eyes were soft behind her glasses. She had a supportive smile on her lips. I stared into her eyes for a moment and nodded my head. I slipped off my sandals, I didn’t bother with socks today.

“She’s taking it off!” Samantha whooped, a big grin on her face.

“Samantha!” I groaned, my cheeks burning as I unbuttoned my blouse.

She grinned at me as she sidled close and then she tugged down my skirt, kneeling before me. I shuddered as she knelt there, her brown hair framing her cute face. I trembled as she exposed my lilac panties, a purple bow right over my pubic mound. I whimpered as I kept unbuttoning my blouse. Another wave of heat shot through my body. These excited, scared ripples made me tremble. This was so naughty. I couldn’t believe this was happening. It was so wild. My head was dizzy from the passion surging through me.

I stepped out of my skirt then shrugged out of my blouse, my bra matching my panties. Samantha stared up at me with hunger. Phones flashed and strobed around me. They clicked as the watching futas witnessed my underwear, immortalizing this moment in digital bytes.

“You know she wore those cute panties to be seen by us,” a futa groaned. “She’s such a slut.”

“I know. I can’t wait for her to become a true whore and just start fucking everyone. You know that’s what happens to girls in the Program.”

“That’s not happening!” Samantha snarled, bouncing to her feet. Her face was red. “My girlfriend isn’t a whore. She’s not fucking anyone but me!”

“Yeah!” I said, blinking at the intensity in Samantha’s words as she trembled there, her cock tenting her jeans. “I’m her girlfriend.”

“We’ll see,” laughed Xanth, a Hispanic futa from my health class. “We’ll see.”

Samantha hissed then whirled around and fell to her knees again. She ripped down my panties hard, exposing my fiery bush. She leaned forward and, to my surprise, kissed my pussy right on the clit. It didn’t violate the rules of the Program. Not so long as she didn’t suck or use her tongue. I gasped as the shock ran through my body, rippling through me.

“This is my pussy,” Samantha moaned, her eyes staring up at me with such intensity that…

It surprised me. I felt like an object, even more than from the futas staring at me with such lust in their eyes as they took pictures of me. I shuddered, staring down at my futa-girlfriend. She bolted to her feet, holding my panties up for all to see. Then she shoved them in her skirt pocket and marched inside.

I shivered and unhooked my bra. The moment I handed it over to the president, the futas descended on me. “Enjoy,” Ms. McTaggart said. “This is your moment to let your body be free. To own it, Ginny. Own your sexuality.”

Then there were hands touching me from every direction. A flurry of sensations shot through me. Fingers rubbed at my stomach, my breasts, my nipples. They stroked my virginal pussy lips and stroked through my pubic hair. They touched me everywhere. My skin was on fire. I gasped, my fear swallowed up by the lust surging through my body.

I swayed, moaned. The world spun around me. Their fingers drove me wild. Their requests all blurred together. I couldn’t process what was going on. My body trembled. I moaned, whimpered. My eyes squeezed shut as spots burst across before my vision.

“I… I…” I moaned, my body responding. My body was alive, a collection of sexual stimuli. My juices flowed. My nipples throbbed. Fingers pinched my nubs and stroked my puffy areolas. “Oh, Goddess!”

Fingers rubbed at my pussy lips, brushed my clit. I gasped, my eyes fluttering. The world spun around me. I would have fallen over except the press of futas around me was so much. My hands brushed their bodies, jeans and skirts. Their breasts brushed my naked arms. I felt their nipples through their blouses and t-shirts.

My knees trembled. I groaned and…

Candice appeared before me. She snagged me and pulled me out of the den, shouting, “She has to get to class! Come on, out of the way. Let her go. We all have to get to class.”

Candice pulled me free. I shuddered, clutching her hand, juices pouring down my thighs. I panted and groaned. My eyes fluttered. I groaned as she clutched my hand and led me into the hallway, my bare feet slapping on the floor.

I panted, coming down from the pleasure coursing through my veins. I was on fire. My entire body trembled. I sucked in deep breaths as she led me deeper and deeper into the hallway. I clutched her hand as si stumbled behind her.

“Thanks,” I said as we hurried past other students who were melting into classrooms.

“You’re welcome,” she said, flashing me a grin, her torso turning. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in the front of her conservative skirt. “We’re almost there.”

I nodded, panting.

We reached our math class taught by Miss Adair, a mousy woman who stood quietly at the classroom door. Her brown eyes flicked up to me. She pursed her lips as I felt her eyes on my naked, round breasts.

“Ginny, do you need satisfaction?” she asked me.

I felt everyone in the classroom sitting at their desks straightened, futas and girls. They all had an eager look, even the girls. It was like the girls had… permission to enjoy something we weren’t supposed to enjoy: live porn. I would be putting on a show for them, acting like a slut like those futas out front thought of me. I was horny, but…

I could control myself.

“No thank you, Miss Adair,” I told my math professor.

“Then sit down and let’s get started,” she said and turned around to the blackboard covered in math equations.

My passions simmered through my class, almost entirely gone by my math class finished. But then I had to run the gauntlet to my next class, getting stroked and groped, getting caressed and teased. My vulva grew swollen again, my nipples hard. Juices stained my thighs, my tangy musk filled my nose the entire time.

Slowly, though, my passions dwindled and dwindled until it was time for my second class. PE. I hurried through the halls. Or tired to. Futas stopped to have me pose in sexy ways. It was… fun. I felt so desired. Beautiful. They all wanted me, lusted for me. It gave me… confidence. It was surprising to experience. I didn’t know I could feel… good about myself by baring it all. I was showing off my eighteen-year-old body for all to see.

I cupped my breasts. I bent over and showed my ass and pussy off. I even parted my folds to show off my cherry. The futas cheered me on. I smiled, feeling amazing. I was in the process of posing for a pair of nerdy futas from the A/V club when Samantha saw me.

She glowered and stalked forward. “Hey, cut that out! She needs to get to class.”

Their cameras flashed and they groaned as Samantha photobomed them, stepping up between me and the cameras. The nerdy futas scowled, their hair swaying about their plain faces, then they scurried off, skirts swishing. Samantha shook her head.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine,” I said.

She glanced at my thighs. “You’re going to need satisfaction, right?” She grinned at me. “I’ll be ready. History class. Just make it through PE, and I’ll make you explode.”

“I will,” I told her. I… I would need it. I was so horny. I didn’t know how much more I could take.

She hugged and kissed me, her lips hot. My nipples throbbed against her small tits, separated by her t-shirt. Her nipples were hard pebbles that brushed mine, sending tingles down to my pussy. I groaned, part of me wanting to hump her right now.

I could lose my cherry to her. That was how horny I was.

I broke away and said, “I’ll be late. I got to go!”

She nodded.

I rushed to my PE class. I didn’t have to change save for putting on my PE shoes. Which were in the girl’s locker room still. Today, I would transfer my clothing to the futas’. I darted in there, pulled those and my gym socks on, the locker room already empty of girls. I then raced to the gymnasium and—

“There she is,” Shelena said, the Black futa standing tall in a pair of purple bloomers that molded to her large cock, her ebony legs smooth and long. Her tank top cupped her large tits. She had such a hungry grin on her face. “Looking just fine today, Ginny. Love that red bush. You’re just soaked.”

My face went scarlet. The way she looked at me was so bold. Confident. I shivered as my sneakers squeaked on the gym floor. My heart pounded. I wanted to look away. I felt Candice nearby, wearing similar purple bloomers. She hovered on my peripheral, but Shelena had my gaze caught.

She sauntered to me and cupped my breast, her ebony fingers squeezing my ivory tit. “Need satisfaction. I’ll give you the bliss that your little limp-dick futa-girlfriend’s never gave you.”

“I… I…”

I could ask for satisfaction. My pussy burned. Posing for all those futas was so exciting but… but… Samantha. I was her girlfriend. She… she… thought she owned me. I swallowed. My heart screamed in my chest.

“Well, Ginny,” asked Coach Miller, a woman dressed in purple bloomers and tank top like everyone but me wore, “do you need satisfaction?”

“It’s okay if you do,” Candice said, her voice soft. “Or if you don’t.”

I glanced at her. She smiled at me and pushed her glasses up.

Shelena squeezed my tit hard and hissed, “Buzz off, pencil-dick.”

Anger flared through me. “I don’t need satisfaction, Coach! I’m fine!”

Shelena glanced back at my tits. Her dark thumb rubbed across my pink nipple and puffy areola. A ripple surged through me. My cunt clenched hard. Heat shot through me. I wanted satisfaction. My body needed it.

“Never from you,” I hissed.

The coach blew her whistle. “Stretches! Shelena, you can grope Ginny later.”

Shelena purred, “Oh, I will.”

I shivered as she darted away. She was so sexy and yet so nasty. I hated her and hated my body for even enjoying a smidgen of her touching. I whirled around, my pussy dripping more juices down my thighs as I began stretching my body, my breasts swaying and…

Every futa was behind me. I could feel them all staring at my ass and pussy as I bent over. I felt so exposed to them, my virginity on display to their hungry eyes. As I reached for my toes, I saw them through my legs all half-assing their stretches to ogle me. Especially Shelena. I saw a bead of my cream running down my thigh, proving how much this excited me. My red bush was soaked to a dark crimson.

“Just ignore them,” Candice said beside me. “You’re beautiful. They like looking at you. But they can’t do more than that right now.”

I glanced at her. She wasn’t ogling me but reaching for her toes, her round breasts swaying in her tank top, her glasses slipping on her nose. I shuddered at how… reasonable she sounded. I swallowed and nodded.

“Thanks.”

She nodded her head.

Unlike my first two classes, I didn’t get to cool down in PE. Not with my tits bouncing as we ran around the inside of the gym. The futas all followed behind me, led by Shelena. All except Candice. She jogged in front of me with the other girls forming a pack at the lead, all of them bunched together, whispering.

I knew who they were whispering about.

My breasts ached. I pressed them to my chest to keep them from bouncing, missing my sports bra. My legs burned from the run, my body sweaty. My pale, freckled skin gleamed beneath the lights as we broke off into teams to play volleyball. Coach Miller loved volleyball.

Well, she did coach our school’s team.

Shelena managed to get herself on my opposing team. She grinned as she kept knocking the ball at me, forcing me to move, to make my tits heave for her amusement. I couldn’t help but notice her cock tenting the front of her shorts. She was hung, bigger than the other futas in the class. Than my futa-girlfriend. She kept licking her thick lips and squeezing her own tits while arching her eyebrows.

My nipples throbbed.

Why did she have to be so sexy?

Finally, it was time to hit the showers. I swallowed and forced myself to scurry into the futas’ locker room. It was much the same as the girls, the lockers the same faded, blue-green. I found an empty one and put my shoes and socks in it, slapping my padlock on it. Then I rushed to the locker. I couldn’t even wrap myself up in a towel.

The showers had stalls but were open from the outside. Metal dividers gave me some sense of privacy, however, as I took the far one and turned on the water. There was liquid soap provided, sitting on a shelf. I squeezed out a pump and lathered my hands.

“Mmm, I am looking forward to being washed by those hands,” Shelena said.

I squeaked and whirled around. The Black futa stood naked there, her breasts big and soft, topped by fat, dark brown nipples. Her cock thrust from the shaved folds of her pussy, the pink labia contrasting with her ebony skin. Her dick throbbed and pulsed before her. It was so huge, an dark shaft reaching for my stomach.

“I… I…” I stammered, a wave of lust shooting through me. We were so alone in here. I backed into the spray, the warm water soaking my hair, matting it to my head.

“It’s a reasonable request,” she said. “Me washing you. You washing me. You can’t refuse. Unless…” She arched her eyebrows. “…you want to get in trouble.”

I swallowed, my hands trembling. She was so right. I shuddered and, my hands coated in sudsy lather, reached for her shoulders. I touched her silky skin. She was sleek and hot as I washed down to her arms, her muscles toned from playing football. She wasn’t ripped like a futa-bodybuilder, but still had feminine softness to her.

A lithe sleekness that made my mouth dry.

I wanted to wash her quickly. I worked up and down her arms then attacked her sides, soaping her ebony skin while her breasts swayed. She reached past me to lather up her own hands. She coated them in her suds and went straight for my tits.

I gasped at the contact of her hands on my breasts. She engulfed my round mounds, squeezing them, her palms massaging my puffy nipples. Electricity shot down to my hot pussy. My body shuddered. My hands squeezed her sides as she soaped my boobs.

“Don’t forget mine,” she said. “Futas need their nipples washed, too.”

I whimpered and slid my hands up her body. She was taller than me, her breasts almost at my eye level. My hands reached them. I cupped them, touching a futa’s tits for the first time. They were softer than my own. Hers were pillowy. I groaned as I kneaded them, smearing the bubbly lather across her dark flesh. She smiled, her fingers roaming my own tits.

We washed each other, our eyes locked. This magnetic heat rippled through me. My feet inched me a little closer to her. The tip of her cock nudged into my belly. I groaned at the heat of it, my hands digging into her tits.

“Mmm, yes, let’s get each other squeaky clean,” she purred, her eyes so dark, almost swallowing me up. Her thumbs circled my nipples, pressing on them. Every stroke shivered my body.

My thumbs found her fatter nubs. I coated them in suds, played with them. She purred, her hips wiggling from side to side. My pussy’s ache swelled. My virgin depths ached to be penetrated. My heart screamed in my chest as foggy lust bathed my mind.

I couldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be doing this. I was Samantha’s girlfriend. I… I loved her. And… and…

“Now there are other places that need washing,” Shelena purred, her voice a rich, throaty contralto, so full of her feminine desire.

“Okay,” I moaned, swallowing. I had to do this. For the Program. It was only cheating if we had sex. And I wouldn’t.

Right?

Our hands moved together, sliding down the other’s torso. Her fingers were surprisingly gentle as they stroked across my stomach. Hers was flat and toned while mine felt soft. Then I was washing at her pubic mound while she stroked through my soaked bush. Water cascaded down my back and over my shoulders, caressing me, exciting me almost as much as her fingers.

My toes curled. I whimpered.

I grasped her futa-cock.

She cupped my pussy.

We washed each other. I bit my lip, stroking up and down her futa-shaft, coating it in suds while such delight rippled through me. She touched my pussy lips just right. She wasn’t fumbling like futas who groped me throughout the day. She had rubbed a girl’s snatch before. She touched my labia just so, teasing me. My toes curled. A tremble raced through me as she caressed up to my clit.

My hand squeezed on her dick as she massaged my bud.

I whimpered and groaned. Pleasure surged through me. I stroked her cock faster and faster. It pulsed and throbbed in my hand. It was so hot and hard, and yet had a softness to it. A strange contradiction of sensations. Her crown was spongy.

She moaned when I brushed it.

“That’s it,” she said, leaning her head closer. “Mmm, we’re just washing each other, aren’t we?”

“Yes,” I moaned, breathy. If this kept up, up I would cum.

She kept stroking my clit, rubbing it slow circles as she loomed over me. Her head lowered to mine. I gasped, pressing back into the shower knobs. I couldn’t move any farther back. She pressed forward, her tits brushing above mine, her nipples hard. Her cock’s tip rubbed harder into my stomach.

“Let me wash your pussy with something else,” she whispered, her lips inches from mine, about to claim them. I quivered there.

“What?” I gasped, so confused. I couldn’t think. My heart pumped heat through my body. To my mind. My brain boiled.

Her hand pulled away from my clit to grasp her own futa-cock above my stroking hand. She moved her cock with skill. She pressed it through my bush to my pussy lips. She caressed my clit, sliding up against it, brushing my hot folds.

She pressed on my virginity.

A sudden panic shot through me. As her lips came in to claim mine, I gasped, “No, no, you can’t do that! You can’t penetrate me! That goes against the rules.”

“Mmm, it’s okay,” she purred, sliding her thick cock’s tip against the folds of my pussy. It felt so amazing. My cunt clenched deep inside of me, aching to be touched there. To finally be caressed. “You’re going to love it.”

“I have a futa-girlfriend.”

“It’s your Program week,” she said. “You don’t have a futa-girlfriend.”

“I’m a virgin,” I gasped as she pressed against my cherry again. My membrane stretched. “Please, stop.”

“All girls turn into sluts in the Program,” she said. “Just surrender into it. It’ll be over fast. A prick of pain then you’ll be screaming your head off on my cock. You’ll love it.”

“I… I…” The panic swelled. I didn’t want to lose my virginity to Shelena. I was so confused .This all felt so amazing. Her cock pressed on me, but… but… My first time should be with someone I cared with. “Stop! I said stop! You don’t have my permission! This goes against the rules.”

“Mmm, you won’t care once I penetrate you.”

“I’ll tell!” she gasped. “You’ll be in so much trouble.”

“It’ll be my word against yours.” Her grin grew. “Everyone will think you’re just saying that to hide the fact you were my slut. It’s okay. I’ll tell everyone you tried to be a good girl, but… It’s the Program. Your little futa-girlfriend will understand.”

“Please,” I whimpered, so close to surrendering. My body was on fire. The Program meant I could be naughty. Everyone knew girls were sluts during their weeks. It was my out. I could allow this big, Black futa-cock to slide into me and… “No! I don’t want you to be my first! Stop!”

“Make me,” she said and kissed me.

“I’ll make you!” a voice rang out.

Shelena broke the kiss and whirled around.

To my shock, a naked Candice stood there, her glasses off, her pigtails undone and loose, the bottoms wet from her shower. Her body was dripping, her breasts round, nipples dusky. She had a trimmed, golden bush and a hard futa-cock thrusting from her. She was…

Hung.

“You can’t force her!” Candice said, her phone held in her trembling arms. Her face was quivering, twisted, pale with fear. But she stood her ground, back straight.

“You’re gonna stop me, you little shit-gobbler?” growled Shelena, her big tits swaying as she whirled from me and advanced on my friend.

Candice didn’t retreat. She kept her phone up. “I recorded her denial, and you saying you’ll force her then lie about it. All on here.”

“And when I take that phone and smash it?” she asked.

Candice pressed the big off button. “It’s saved to the cloud. And now my phone’s locked. No getting in without my code.”

“I can just beat it out of you,” Shelena said, fists flexing.

Candice steeled herself. I shuddered, watching her standing a head shorter, so slender, a willow before a pissed off oak. “Yes, you can. But I won’t give it up. Y-you’re a bully and… and…”

“Something going on?” Coach Miller asked, her voice tight.

“Naw, coach,” Shelena said, relaxing. “Just enjoying my reasonable request. I’m done… For today.”

“For the week,” Candice said, her voice so strong. I couldn’t believe the transformation.

Shelena snorted, then she stalked off, her hard cock and big boobs bouncing before her.

I trembled, clutching the shower divide beneath the shower, heat rushing through me. My heart pounded so hard. My body quivered as Candice sat down her phone on the nearby bench and rushed to the shower divide.

“Are you okay?” Candice asked, staring me in the eyes. “Did she hurt you, Ginny?”

I didn’t even think. I just acted.

I threw my arms around Candice’s neck, pulled my friend to me, and kissed her hot on the mouth. It was so brave what she did. So hot. She stood up to that big bully. My nerdy futa faced down Shelena without running away. She protected me.

Candice gasped into my mouth as I kissed her hard, pressing my body against hers. Her round breasts pressed into mine, our nipples brushing. Tingles raced down to my hot pussy as her futa-dick throbbed between our wet bellies.

Her shaft burned against my skin. I groaned, my body humping against hers while my lips nibbled and kissed her hard. Hers didn’t move. She let out a growing moan, something rising deep within her. Then her arms went around me, grabbing my rump. She kissed me back, thrusting her tongue into my mouth.

We made out with a hunger I’d never felt. Candice felt so bold. So strong. She was my futa-heroine. I clung to her. I gasped as she pressed me into the shower divider, the metal cool on my hot skin. The water splashed both our sides as we kissed. Her futa-dick throbbed between us.

I didn’t hesitate.

I reached between our bodies and grasped her futa-cock. I gripped the throbbing shaft in my hand. It pulsed with her heartbeat. She groaned into the kiss as I worked it down between our tight bodies. She pulled back just enough to let her spongy crown brush my stomach. My pubic mound.

My fiery bush.

Then I was rubbing her against my pussy. I slid her cock up and down what Shelena tried to take from me. I gave it to my friend. I pressed the tip of Candice’s clit-dick right against my hymen. She gasped in the kiss, breaking it.

“You’re sure?” she asked, her blue eyes glassy.

“Yes!” I moaned without any hesitation.

My futa-friend thrust her girl-cock forward. She pressed on my hymen. My maidenhead stretched and stretched. I gasped as the pain flared for a moment. And then my cherry popped with a stab of heat. Her cock slid halfway into my pussy, stretching me open. A wave of soothing bliss popped through me.

I pulled her in for a kiss as she slid her girl-dick home in me. We’d been friends since elementary school. We’d grown up together. I never saw her as a futa. Not really. She was just Candice. Shy and sweet, smart and dorky.

Now she was in me. Stretching out my cunt. The first futa to ever be inside of me. She felt amazing. I welcomed her in, moaning into her lips as she filled me up. Her pussy lips, wrapped about the base of her shaft, pressed into my labia.

I loved it.

Craved it.

For a moment, she didn’t move. She just kissed me with such a hunger. She trembled against me. Then she drew back her dick. I gasped into her lips, my snatch clinging to her shaft. The friction was incredible. It stroked my inner depths. Heat washed through me as she thrust back into me, my toes curling.

I hooked my right leg about her left, clinging to her as she drove her cock into my pussy over and over. She picked up speed, pounding me. Her pussy lips slapped into my clit. My labia drank in the impact, adding to the delight of her cock darting into me.

“Ginny!” she moaned, breaking our kiss to stare into my eyes. “Oh, wow, Ginny… I… I… This is amazing.”

“I know!” I gasped. “Ooh, Candice, yes, yes!” I hoped Shelena heard me. I kissed Candice hard, thrusting my tongue into her mouth.

She gave me such bliss.

Every stoke of her futa-dick into my pussy swelled my orgasm. It built fast and hot in me. Heat swept through my body. This wonderful, dizzying, delicious burst of bliss that shot through me. My cunt clenched around her girl-cock. I undulated my hips, loving how she plunged into me over and over. She buried into me deep and hard again and again.

My nipples throbbed against her wet nubs. They kissed, sending sparks to shower on my growing orgasm. My entire body trembled. I kissed her with such passion as I came closer and closer to that aching explosion.

I needed to cum.

“Candice!” I gasped, breaking the kiss and staring into her blue eyes. “I’m… I’m… Yes!”

I came on her girl-dick.

My pussy writhed about her cock burying into my snatch. She plunged so hard, caressing my convulsing flesh and sending wave after wave of pleasure sweeping through my body. It was incredible. The ecstasy washed through my mind, drowning my thoughts.

My vision blackened for a moment. I gripped Candice hard, my cunt convulsing about her thick futa-dick, while stars exploded across my vision. I bucked and moaned. Her plunging cock kept my orgasm alive.

It was incredible.

More powerful than any I had.

More immediate.

I felt it so deep inside of me. Her cock this hot slab burying into my depths and sending more bliss shooting through me. I clung so tight to her. I howled out my pleasure as she moaned and gasped. Her breasts rubbed on mine.

“Candice!” she moaned, her face contorting in bliss.

“Yes, yes, yes, cum!” I howled, so lost to this bliss. “Cum in me!”

She groaned, kissed me, and buried to the hilt in me.

Something hot spurted into me as she grunted into my lips. I trembled, another orgasmic rush rippling through me. Her cum flooded my pussy. She pumped blast after blast of her girl-jizz into my deflowered depths.

It felt so hot. So wonderful. So delicious. I clung to her, kissing her as my orgasm peaked in me. My pussy wrung her cock dry. She clutched me tight, pinning me to the shower stall. The water pelted my side as my pussy’s spasming slowed.

Stopped.

I just made love for the first time, and it wasn’t with Samantha.

What had I just done? Did the Program truly turn me into a slut? My body felt so amazing, but the guilt nibbled on the edges. What would happen if Samantha found about and…

I had to see her in my next class.

To be continued…

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This is part one of a several part series involving the fictional character Peter Pan. These obviously contain underage sexual acts, so if this offends you, please do not read this series. In this series, Peter is 15 years old, and is beginning to discover himself as a unaging boy, who is forever becoming a man.

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Neverland has always been the home to many different types of humans and creatures from pirates to indians and mermaids to fairies. This mystical island holds many different secrets that can only bewilder those who have never experienced them first-hand. However, out of all of the riddles this island beholds, one is more majestic then them all: the fact that anyone who is on this island will never grow older. Which leads us to the beginning of our story.

Deep within the forests of Neverland, there is a group of boys who are called the Lost Boys. The Lost Boys live in their fort that is built into a large tree, and the location is secret to all except the fairies and the boys themselves. The most magnificent of these boys is their leader, Peter Pan. Peter, if you asked him, would tell you that he was more special then any other boy in the universe. And he would be partially correct.

Peter is a 15 year old boy, who like everyone else, will not grow up. Even though he has the ability to leave Neverland, he chooses to live as a boy forever. He spends his time on the island fighting pirates, swimming with mermaids, and flying amongst the fairies. Peter absolutely loves his life. But he is soon going to learn to love his life even more.

Late one night, Peter couldn’t sleep so he decided to fly around the island for a little while. While he was flying around the bay, he heard the mermaids giggling and splashing in the water and flew down to see what game they were playing. As he got closer to the water, he noticed that the three mermaids that were splashing around had all taken their tops off. Now Peter wasn’t completely oblivious to the differences between boys and girls, however he never learned the purpose for these differences.

Knowing he shouldn’t be watching the mermaids like this, he flew down behind one of the large rocks that was just off the shore. Slowly Peter poked his head around the rock, and became amazed at the sight he was seeing. For the first time in his life, he got to see bare breasts. Better yet, he was seeing three pairs of them. Taking in the moment, Peter just hovered behind this rock, and stared.

The three mermaids at first were just splashing around, swimming around each other, and jumping out of the water, all the while laughing. The one mermaid Peter was watching most intently was the mermaid who kept jumping up on the rock underneath the waterfall and sitting underneath the falling water. She was thin, as they all were, and had whitish-blonde hair. Her tail was grayish-blue, and it sparkled in the moonlight. But the real reason Peter was so intent on watching this mermaid, was that she had the largest breasts of the three. They were much bigger then what he would be able to hold in his hands, but held firm against her body. He didn’t know why, but he had a strong desire to go and hold them in his hands.

As he was staring at this blonde mermaid, Peter almost forgot that there were two equally beautiful mermaids swimming in the water still. As he looked back down at the two in the water, he saw that they were doing something he had never seen done before. The two mermaids were holding each other in the water, and putting their lips together. Immediately Peter felt a stir in the lower part of his tunic. This isn’t the first time this has happened, but he still did not know what to do with it. He just knew that when his penis grew to its longest length, it was longer then the distance between his wrist and the tip of his middle finger, and he could barely fit his whole hand around it. He knew his was bigger then most others because him and the other Lost Boys had compared each others.

The two mermaids, which Peter was fixated on, started holding each other tighter and tighter, and even started sticking their tongues into each other’s mouths. The one mermaid had slightly pale skin with bright red hair, while the other had a darker shade of skin with pitch black hair. Both of their breasts, which were currently smashed together at the nipples, were about the same size; smaller then the blonde’s but still good sized. After a few minutes of them devouring each other’s mouths, the black haired mermaid took one of the red haired mermaids breasts into her mouth and began sucking on it, while massaging the other one. The red haired mermaid then began to moan and scream. Peter became worried and was about to go see if she was okay, but before he did the red haired mermaid groaned, “Keep going!”

Realizing she was fine, Peter continued to watch from behind the rock he was hovering by. He still had an almost uncontrolable urge to fly over and get in between the two of them, and try it on his own, but he resisted and continued to think about the warm feeling he was having. After a little while longer of this, the blonde mermaid jumped from her rock and swam to join the other two. What Peter saw next really made a fuzzy feeling run through his entire body. All three of the mermaids stuck their tongues out and touched their tips together in the center. Seeing this made Peter uncontrollably, and unaudibly, moan, causing him to cover his own mouth. He didn’t know what came over him.

Then he watched as the three mermaids began to start putting their lips and tongues together again, while the third would lick and suck on the nipples of both mermaids. The three kept switching roles until finally, both the black and red haired mermaids each took one of the blonde’s breasts into their mouths. Jealousy quickly swept over Peter, but he just watched in awe. The blonde mermaid just dropped her head back and let out audible moans and gasps, with the occasional scream. Peter didn’t know how long this would last; all he knew was that he never wanted it to end.

Just when he was getting more comfortable with his spying, he heard the blonde mermaid say something.

“Hey girls, I think we have a visitor.”

‘Oh know,’ Peter thought, he was caught. He quickly fully concealed himself behind the rock, not knowing if he should fly away, or face the mermaids. However, as fast as the fear had swept over him, it vanished when he heard another boy’s voice come from the edge of the forest.

“Good evening girls,” the boy said. “I hope you don’t mind but I brought a couple of friends with me tonight.”

As Peter remained concealed, he heard the mermaids giggle without a response, then start to swim somewhere. Slowly Peter looked out from behind the rock and saw four indian boys walking towards the rock that was underneath the waterfall. Before they reached the water, all four of them removed their clothes, then swam out and climbed onto the rock. Once they were all on the rock, they say with their legs out, and leaning slightly back being held up by their arms acting as stilts. The first thing Peter noticed was that all four of the boy’s penis’s were hard, just like his. This made him feel a little bit more comfortable, knowing what he was feeling was normal. He even felt a little cocky noticing that his was bigger then all of theirs.

The three mermaids then swam up to the rock and partially climbed onto the rock with the boys. What happened next made Peter once again have a shiver through his whole body. Each of the mermaids took one of the boys’ penises into her mouth, and started sucking on them just like they did with each other’s breasts. The blonde mermaid then reached up and grabbed the fourth boy’s penis in her hand while she sucked on the other boy. She started moving her hand up and down on the boy’s penis, and the boy moaned in approval. In fact, all the boys were in approval. And this gave Peter an idea. He thought to himself, if she can use her hand on his penis, why can’t Peter use his own hand?

Not waiting to watch the conclusion of the event unfolding, Peter quickly flew to a secluded opening in the forest. This opening was well known to Peter as he often would come to this very location to just get away for awhile. He even had a hammock set up between two trees. Once he landed on the ground, he wasted no time getting undressed. He quickly removed his tunic and his sword, then jumpled and flew over and landed himself into the hammock naked.

Even though he had quickly gotten undressed and into the hammock, now that he was there, he felt awkward grabbing himself down there. Finally when he worked himself up to grab his member, he extremely embarrassed for himself. However, all that embarassment went away when he started moving his hand up and down on his penis, and he learned how great it felt. He had a slight, but growing, tingly feeling working its way throughout his body. As this feeling got stronger, he started to stroke faster, and it started to get so pleasurable that Peter had to close his eyes. After going for a short time, he abruptly stopped and open his eyes again. He had another idea.

If the mermaid could use her mouth on the other boy’s penis, why couldn’t he do the same for himself? Without hesitation, Peter tried bending down to suck his penis. However, the hammock restricted him, not allowing himself to bend the whole way down. He thought to himself how this was an easy fix, and then flew up and hovered about ten feet off of the ground. Then he tried it again while in the air.

This time he succeeded. Peter was able to wrap his mouth around his own member. He admitted to himself that this was not the most comfortable position in the world, but the feeling of him sucking and lick his penis made him quickly forget about the awkward position. He then started to do everything he could to make this moment he was in better. The feeling he had before was even stronger, so in turn Peter sucked harder, and even started using his hand on the base of his dick where his mouth couldn’t reach. But he then abruptly stopped again. Except this time he did it because he had the sudden urge to pee.

Not wanting to pee in his mouth, he lifted his head. Unknown to him, while he was sucking himself he floated higher in the air and was now about sixty feet off the ground. Not caring about his height, he continued to use his and to stroke his member hard and fast as the urge to pee became stronger and stronger. Then the feeling overtook him. Something from deep down inside of him had just erupted from the tip of his dick, as a wave of euphoria spread through every inch of his body causing him to violently shudder. He didn’t know what was happening, but he did know that never in his life had he felt something so amazing and pleasurable. This feeling lasted several more seconds as this eruption continued to spew white warm liquid over his hand and chest and some even onto his member. Finally, when the pleasure ended, he made his way back to the ground.

After landing, he was going to go and put his tunic back on, but as he did, he realized he had this messy liquid all over his body still. He decided he would clean himself off before rerobing. He quickly took off flying through the trees to an area of water away from the mermaids. He landed on the soft sandy shore, and then slowly walked into the chilly water. He got about knee deep, when he realized that the moon was bright and was showing every bit of his naked glory to the world. This made him smirk, as he was always proud of how he looked. He loved to be naked, and would often do things naked, as long as he was the only one around.

Peter then reached down and cupped some water in his hand to clean this messy stuff off his body. He started with his chest and wrists, before making his way to his new favorite body part. He spent a quality amount of time cleaning his dick. In fact, the quality time spent caused him to become just as hard as he was before. Knowing that becoming hard again would allow him to have another session with himself, he smiled and was ready to quickly fly back to his hammock and do it all again.

As he made his way to the shore, standing at full attention, he heard someone to his left gasp.

“Why are you naked Peter?”

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I hope you enjoyed the story. This was my first story and am looking for any criticism. Also, I would like to know who you think the person at the end should be. Your choices are: Tiger Lily, the blonde mermaid, Tinkerbell, or one of the Lost Boy’s.

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Ever since Mark invaded her High School last June, all Lynette Blythe could think about was fucking her students.

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
edited by Master Ken
Copyright 2014

The Devil’s Pact Side Story: Miss Blythe is Hot for Her Students

Note: This takes place during Chapter 34. Follows Lynette Blythe, teacher at Rogers High School from Mark Goes Back to School.

Wednesday, September 4th, 2013

“Hi, I am Miss Blythe,” I said to my class, writing my name on the whiteboard with a red dry-erase marker. “I will be your World History teacher.”

It was the first day of the new school year and, as I launched into the course syllabus, my thoughts kept drifting to that day in June at the end of the last term, when my Living God, the Holy Mark Glassner, walked into this very classroom and changed my very outlook on life. I didn’t know he was a God then, and only later did my inexplicable actions – bending over my desk, and letting all the virgin male students in my class fuck me – make sense.

It was the most exciting thing that ever happened to me.

I was those boys’ first fuck. It made me so happy to help them lose their virginities, to see the excited smiles that filled their boyish faces afterwards—I felt proud, honored even. I made those boys into men, and they made me feel so womanly.

This morning, as I made my way to teach this class, I bumped into one of them: Kev Spellecacy. He was holding hands with Maya Spooner, and the smile he gave me sent my heart fluttering—and my cunt dripping. He stopped to introduce me to Maya, his girlfriend. “It’s all because of you, Miss Blythe,” he had explained. “That day, you gave me confidence. Well, take care, Miss Blythe.” His girlfriend gave him a questioning look as they walked off.

I was positively skipping when I headed to my class—I gave him confidence. I helped to bring him out of his shell. And it was so easy: all I had to do was let him fuck me. It got me thinking—wouldn’t the world be a better place if caring, older women – not that I was old at twenty-five; I was mature and experienced – guided these young men through their blossoming sexuality.

As I spoke to my first period class, I perched on the edge of my desk. I was dressed in a tight vest with a plunging neckline; my 34DD breasts strained against my top and threatened to pop off a button if I breathed in too deeply. My skirt was short, exposing my long, tanned legs that were clad with dark, thigh-high stockings; I could feel all the boys’, and a few of the girls’, hungry gazes upon me.

There was one boy in particular that caught my eye with his lustful stare. Patrick Algar. He was slouched in the back, his deep, blue eyes – covered by large, silver-rimmed glasses – were glued to my cleavage. His face was pimply, round, cute; he looked so young and innocent. When I leaned over slightly, his eyes widened, and he shifted in his seat. My cunt let out a trickle of juices—I excited him.

He was all I could think about as I struggled to teach for the rest of the period. As my students filed out, I grabbed his arm. “I saw what you were doing in the back of the class,” I sternly told him. “Detention, after school. My classroom.”

He gaped and spluttered at me, “ But I didn’t…”

“Don’t lie to me, Patrick, I saw what you did. Now go.”

I watched his cute, little ass as he scurried out of my classroom, and pressed my thighs together to try and relieve that wonderful ache between them. Gods, I was sopping wet, and wanted nothing more than to play with my naked cunt. I didn’t wear panties anymore, that was against the tenets of the Living Church, and I was beginning to smell my spicy arousal and felt a trickle of passion running down my thigh.

I was a ball of frustration, panting after every cute boy in my classes and struggling to teach my lessons—probably poorly; I just couldn’t think straight. By the time my lunch period – the school had three of them – had finally come around, I had resorted to sticking a tampon inside my sopping pussy to try and control the flood of juices. I was about to settle in for a quiet fifty minutes in my classroom – maybe lock the door and finger myself to an orgasm or three – when Kev walked in.

“Miss Blythe,” he greeted, closing the door behind him.

“Um, what can I do for you, Kev?” I asked, forcing myself to sound friendly, and squashed a bit of irritation at the interruption. I needed to cum so bad.

“Well, Miss Blythe, I just can’t stop thinking about last June.” His cheeks were pink, and I noticed a growing bulge in his crotch.

Well, well, well, this was one way to scratch my itch. As I walked to my door to lock it, I asked, “What about your girlfriend?”

“Maya’s getting together with a few friends in the bathroom,” Kev answered. “Um, for some, eh, lesbian fun. She knows why I’m here.”

I frowned; students shouldn’t be having ‘lesbian fun’ on school property. Of course, I wasn’t supposed to fuck my students either. So I bent over my desk and wiggled my ass at him. “What are you waiting for?”

“Fuck yeah, Miss Blythe!”

“Don’t swear,” I admonished.

“Sorry,” he muttered. I heard a zipper rasp, then his hands were on my ass, pulling up my skirt. “Um, there’s a string.”

“It’s a tampon, just pull it out and fuck me!”

I could feel his hesitation. “Are you on the rag?”

“No!” I cried in frustration. I needed to feel his cock inside me. “Just fuck me! Now!”

I gasped as he yanked the tampon out, and I heard a soggy splat as he tossed it into the trash. His cock felt hard as he nudged my pussy, searching for my hole. I groaned; the tip of his dick rubbed about my slit, bumping my clit, before he slid back up and found my pussy canal.

“Yes,” I sighed in relief as he slid home inside me.

“Oh fuck! Your cunt feels as great as I remembered!”

“Don’t swear!” I again admonished even as his cock began to churn my insides.

“Sorry, Miss Blythe,” he groaned. “Your pussy feels great!”

His hips pistoned quickly and pleasure rippled through me from our friction. I had been fucked plenty of times over the summer, mostly at the Church of the Living Gods, but a teenage boy had a certain enthusiasm, a frantic need to spill his cum, that was quickly bringing me to an orgasm. My desk creaked as it slid an inch on the floor. Everything on my desk rattled from the force of his thrusts, and a pencil cup fell over with a clatter, sending its contents skittering wildly across the linoleum.

“Oh Miss Blythe!” Kev grunted. “Oh yes! Geez yes!”

“Harder!” I hissed. “Fuck me harder!”

My orgasm swept through me as Kev pounded my cunt. I gripped the edge of my desk, holding on for dear life as my legs felt like wet noodles. The slap of flesh echoed throughout my classroom, punctuated by grunts and moans from Kev. His strokes grew more and more frenzied.

“Oh f…darn, Miss Blythe!” Kev moaned. “Your pussy just feels more better with every thrust!”

“Just better, Kev!” I panted, unable to shut off my teaching instincts despite the pleasure flooding my brain. “Not ‘more better’!”

“What?” he demanded. “Oh shi…oot! Oh shoot!”

His balls were slapping against my clit, sending wicked vibrations through my body. I was so close to cumming a second time when Kev buried his cock all the way inside me and I felt his cum shooting into me. He thrust one last time – as if to savor the feel of my cunt – before he pulled out, leaving me empty, horny.

Dammit, I was so close to cumming!

“Thanks, Miss Blythe,” he said, zipping his jeans up. “I’ve been thinking of you all summer long.”

Gods, I still wasn’t satisfied; I was almost there. “Kev, which bathroom is your girlfriend at?” If some students were having ‘lesbian fun’ in a school bathroom, at the very least I should supervise them. All extra-curricular activities should have a teacher to monitor and advise the students—for their own safety.

“First floor by the science labs.” He hesitated. “You’re not going to get her in trouble?”

There was a gaggle of girls lounging in that bathroom, and they all looked guilty when I burst in. I didn’t see Maya Spooner, but I did hear a girl’s moans coming from the first stall. All three were occupied, and I heard more soft sighs and gasps. In fact I heard quite a lot of them; they were fooling around in all the stalls. The girls lounging in the restroom fled quickly, squeezing past me, trying not to look me in the eye, as I walked over to the first stall.

There was a trick to opening any of the stall doors from the outside, and I came prepared with a quarter, figuring if there was any hanky-panky going on it would be in a stall. I stuck the coin into the slot on the latch, twisted, and the door popped open. Melody Johnson, a pixie-faced girl with black hair and purple highlights, sat on the toilet while Maya Spooner was busy between her legs.

“Miss Blythe!” Melody gasped.

I smiled at her. I knew her from the Church. Melody liked to tell the story about the day of her sixteenth birthday when she met our Gods, Mark and Mary, in the South Hill Mall’s Old Navy store. Melody and her mom had been shopping when they were honored to be our Gods’ lovers. Maya tried to rise up, but Melody grabbed her short, black hair and held Maya’s mouth to her pussy.

“Keep licking, pee-slut!” purred Melody. “I’m almost there!”

“Pee-slut?” I asked.

“Mmm, Maya and a few other girls were taught the pleasures of watersports in this very bathroom by Him!”

I knew just whom ‘Him’ was—our God. Mark had blessed a lot of girls that day last June when he visited Rogers High School, and more than a few girls showed up pregnant at the start of this school year.

I watched as Melody shivered and came all over Maya’s hungry mouth. Smiling happily, Melody got up and squeezed past me, whispering, “Have fun!”

Maya looked a little uncertainly at me, her face sticky with Melody’s juices. “Relax,” I told her, sitting on the toilet; the seat warmed for me by Melody’s tight ass.

“Did Kev come and see you?” Maya asked.

“In fact he did cum by, and left you something inside me.”

Maya pushed my legs apart and saw my messy cunt. She licked her lips, and buried her head underneath my skirt, her mouth latching onto my pussy. And then she didn’t do anything—no licking, no sucking, not even any fingering. I was so fucking horny! What was she waiting for?

For me to pee, I realized after a minute, feeling a little stupid. She was a pee-slut after all.

Well, I did have to urinate. Feeling a little weird, I relaxed my bladder and flooded her mouth with piss. I heard Maya moan as she drank my piss down. Gods, there was something so intimate, so erotic, at having someone drink your pee—the way it sounded as your urine splashed into an eager mouth, the obscene sounds of swallowing, and the moans of delight issuing from your pee-slut’s hungry mouth. I strained, forcing out as much piss into her nasty mouth as I could and letting the pleasure of urinating tingle through me. The stream died down until only a few drops came out; I sighed sadly, it was over.

Or so I thought. Her tongue slid through my wet folds, bringing a gasp to my lips, as she searched for those drops of pee that always clung to your pussy afterwards. I gripped her black hair, and shuddered as I came on her face; peeing in her mouth had been so erotic; I was primed to go off at her first touch. She kept right on licking me, sucking all of her boyfriend’s cum out of my pussy. Gods, she was good. Her tongue was agile, exploring every inch of my cunt, as she searched for more of Kev’s spunk. Her fingers found my clit, massaging my little pearl and sending surges of electric pleasure through me.

“Gods yes!” I moaned.

This delicious slut was driving me wild. I gripped her black hair, fucking my cunt into her face, desperate for one more cum before the period ended and I had to go back to my teaching. Her tongue was buried into my hole, wiggling about as she pinched my clit. Another orgasm was building—a huge explosion about to be set off by this amazing girl, and her even more amazing tongue. My stomach contracted as the pleasure burst through me. I shoved her face so hard into my cunt I was afraid my hole was going to swallow the girl. I shuddered and bucked and moaned wordlessly, my passion echoing around the bathroom.

“You tasted great, Miss Blythe,” Maya smiled, standing up and brushing some dust off the front of her skirt.

I panted, “Wow, you are amazing!” I stood up, smoothing my skirt back down my hips. The bell tolled, ending the period. “You better get to class.”

She grinned and walked out, her face stained with pussy juices—the Living Church taught that a good girl shouldn’t feel ashamed to be covered in another person’s passion. As I walked back to class, I saw Addison Savidge kissing Suzette Mitchel between rows of lockers. Both girls attend the Living Church, although Suzette only joined the church a few weeks ago with her boyfriend Brian. He went to a different High School, which was a shame because he was quite cute and I’d love to fuck him—Gods, I was turning into one bad teacher, I thought with a giggle. I remembered that there was Church tonight; we met every Wednesday to honor the Miracle that revealed our Living Gods to the World, and I’m sure Brian would be there. I would have to pin him down, and give his cute body a try during the worship orgy tonight.

I told the Addison and Suzette off, sending them scurrying to class; kissing was fine, but they needed their education. My class was on the second floor, and I had to walk past the main office to get to the stairs. I bumped into Jerri Milojevic as she came out of the office. I nodded at the girl who had a smile filling her flushed face. I knew that she was having an affair with Principal Havener; I was pretty sure my God was responsible. The scuttlebutt was that Mark had sent Jerri into Havener’s office so the principal could have sloppy seconds after He finished fucking her.

I swayed my ass as I walked up the stairs, feeling all the boys’ eyes on my rear as it writhed beneath my skirt. Most of my class was already waiting for me. Just two more periods and the day would be over. There were a few cute boys in this class, and my cunt began to moisten, that itch returning, making the last two periods just drag on and on. Both were civics classes and today I just didn’t have the energy to teach it.

Besides, soon the world would change as my Gods were becoming more and more powerful, so it seemed a little silly teaching civics when a new order would be established. Things had to change; people should be free to love whom they want, regardless of sex or familial relationship—so long as they were willing and mature enough, what was the harm? The world would be a lot happier if people weren’t so repressed, bottling up their passions, allowing them to fester unhealthily. That could lead to all sorts of problems.

Finally, the last bell rang and my students were eager to escape and go home, or participate in whatever afterschool activities they were involved in. Ten minutes later, Patrick slinked in, looking resigned to his fate.

“I am really sorry, I just don’t know what I did,” he protested, pushing up his silver-rimmed glasses that slipped down the bridge of his nose.

“Sit.” I pointed to a chair I placed next to my desk. He quickly obeyed, and I perched on my desk and kept crossing my tanned legs right in front of his face. His eyes bounced between my tits straining at my blouse and the inviting shadow between my shifting legs while I let him stew, both of us growing hornier and hornier; a bulge formed in his pants.

“Why did you do it?” I asked.

“I honestly don’t know why I’m here, Miss Blythe.”

“Do you want me to tell you what you did?”

He nodded.

I spread my legs wide open and I saw his face flush as he saw my naked, shaved cunt. “You got me so hot and bothered today,” I purred. “My pussy’s been dripping all day long.”

“I…” he stammered. “I’m not…I…um…”

“I need you to fix this,” I told him. “I can’t think straight unless I get your hard cock inside me.”

He just stared in disbelief at me. I kicked off my shoe, and rubbed my stockinged foot on his crotch, feeling his hard cock throb. I grinned as he sat frozen, not sure what to do. He was so yummy.

“Miss Blythe, we shouldn’t…”

His voice trailed off as he saw me unbuttoning my blouse, revealing my large tits cupped in a lacy, black bra. He licked his lips, his eyes riveted to my straining bosom. The bra clasped in the front; my breasts spilled out when I popped the fastener. I kneaded my right boob, pinching a fat nipple, then lifted the nub up to my lips.

I loved sucking my own nipples, and I could feel Patrick’s cock twitch beneath my foot—he loved it too. I slid off the desk and straddled his lap, my breasts brushing his smooth cheeks. He had just the hint of stubble, more peach fuzz then proper whiskers really, and they tickled the inner slopes of my tits. I stroked his face, then bent down and gently kissed him on the lips.

He just sat there as I kissed him, stiff as a statue. I broke the kiss and stared down at him. “You have to move your lips. Maybe nibble on mine. And don’t be afraid to use your tongue,” I instructed.

He did better the second time. His lips moved awkwardly, and his tongue was hesitant as he brushed my lips. I showed him how with my tongue, exploring his mouth almost to his tonsils while I wiggled my ass on his lap. I could feel him relax, and his hands began moving on my body, sliding up my sides and back, but never down to my ass; he just lacked the nerve to grab me in a more intimate spot, I realized.

So I grabbed one hand and pushed it down to my ass, and then brought his other hand up to my heavy breast. He stiffened when he felt my naked tit. I kept kissing him, feeling the tension relax from his body as his hand started squeezing my flesh.

“See, it’s not so hard,” I encouraged. He squeezed harder and I winced. “Not so hard. Go slow, learn what her limits are. Don’t just maul her tit like that unless you know that’s what she likes.”

“Sorry.”

“Be gentle, but confident, and you’ll get into any girl’s panties.”

His face lit up. “Really?”

I captured his lips with a third kiss, and his hand softly squeezed me, sliding around the tit. I cooed into his mouth when his fingers found my nipple. He was gentle as he played with the hard nub, the pleasure tingling through my body right down to my hungry cunt.

“Umm, very good,” I purred, then I gasped as he sucked my nipple into his lips. “You’re learning quickly!”

“You’re a great teacher, Miss Blythe!”

Finally, that itch in my cunt needed to be scratched, so I slid off Patrick’s lap. I pulled him up, kissed him passionately, and maneuvered him to my desk. I pushed him down onto the wooden surface, my cup of pens and pencils clattering to the floor again. I crawled on top, my heavy breasts dragging across his shirt; the cotton felt deliciously rough on my nipples.

“Are we really?” he asked, his eyes wide behind his glasses.

“Yes,” I hissed, fumbling at his pants button.

I pulled his cock out. He was short, but thick. I stroked his cock a few times, squeezing out a drop of pre-cum that I swirled about the sensitive head. Patrick moaned, squeezing his eyes shut. I guided him to my eager cunt, and sat down; his cock erupted inside me.

“Oh wow!” Patrick moaned as he came. “You feel so hot!”

He stayed hard despite cumming—wasn’t youth wonderful? I started to ride his cock, sitting up and thrusting my breasts forward. As I fucked him, I ground my clit into his pubic bone as his hands rubbed up and down on my silky thighs. Gods, he felt amazing inside me. The thrill of fucking my student and taking his virginity sent me tumbling over the edge into my first orgasm.

“Yes!” I moaned, bouncing faster on his cock. “You fucking stud! You made me cum!”

“Really? I did that?” The awe in his voice was so cute.

“Gods yes! Your cock feels wonderful inside me!” I licked my lips. “Make me cum again, stud!”

I pumped my hips harder on him, driving his cock as deep into my cunt as it could go. His hands gripped my hips, sliding back to squeeze my plump ass. My breasts heaved up and down, and his blue eyes were rooted to them. I grabbed one breast and brought it to my lips and swirled my tongue around my fat nipple. Gods, I loved doing that.

“Miss Blythe! Your pussy! Oh jeez!”

“Are you about to cum?” I demanded, leaning over him, letting my nipples brush his shirt.

“Oh yes!”

“Good! Cum in me!” I screamed.

One of his hands gripped a swaying tit, fingering my nipple, as I ground my clit into his crotch, every brush sparking pleasure like flint striking steel. A few blasts of his cum shoot inside me, not as much as the first one, but enough that I could feel it; I shuddered in delight as a second orgasm surged through me. Panting, I collapsed on top of him.

He kissed me gently. “That was the best thing in the world, Miss Blythe.”

“It was,” I agreed, kissing him back. “You rocked my world, Patrick.”

His grin was full of self-satisfaction—full of confidence. “I did, didn’t I.” I was so proud of him—now he was a man.

I stood up, feeling his cum leaking out of my pussy as I tucked my tits back into my bra cups, reclasping it. “Well, I hope you learned your lesson, young man. If you do it again, it’ll be another detention.”

“Promise?” he eagerly asked.

A rich laugh escaped my lips. “I promise.”

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This is written as a standalone story but is part of the larger Principal’s Turn series starting with “The Principals Turn.” If you like this story, please feel free to read them all. If you have been following the series welcome back.

As I surfed the internet for new “Instructional videos” regarding teaching methods, I replayed the events that brought me to the unnecessary exercise. It was then I decided to record my story. It is an unbelievable story of my decent into submission I needed to share for my own piece of mind.

Several weeks ago, I met a new college grad that had previously been a student at the high school, where I teach. For reason’s I don’t fully understand I took an immediate dislike to her. I would say mainly out of jealousy, but given what’s happened since her arrival, there were more deep-rooted issues involved. In hindsight, I had many deep-rooted issues before Taisha Smith came into my life. She just knew how to tap into them.

The first was my fiancé, Tony. I had known him for years and it was a relationship of comfort and convenience. There was no risk or fear of losing him but also no real passion. While stuck in the rut of that relationship, came issue number two. I did a very stupid thing and with a barely legal student named Michael in the supply room at school, of all places.

That relationship ended in disaster the day it became real, when Taisha Smith, the woman I treated so horribly caught us and got it on video. But I should try to explain myself first.

Let me start by saying, I did not have any traumatic childhood events I can blame for my choices. My parents have been married for thirty-five years. They enjoy each other company and were always supportive of me and my older brother Steven. They both work for the postal service and have long standing careers. Mom took a break from work when Steven was born and started back when I reached first grade. My childhood really was the poster for Americana.

I met Tony in high school, and we dated until college, when we took some time apart. When we graduated, we both came home to Little Rock and started dating again. And so went my comfortable life until one day Michael had an issue in class that caught my eye. That was the moment that started a chain of events that landed me here.

Michael was in my last period class of the day, Senior English. Near the end of class I noticed him fidgeting in his seat and stretching and bending his leg. I looked and his eyes shifted away, clearly blushing. In five years of teaching I have seen a lot of teen boys with boner issues, but for some reason I did not pick up on it right away.

A moment later, I glanced back, and he looked away again. Michael was a captain on the football team and was a strong good-looking kid with a solid B+ average. He exuded confidence and had a mob of girls that liked him. So, to see him shy and flushed was strange. I tried not to look, but as class wound down, I caught myself glancing at him repeatedly.

Each time he looked away, continued to move about in his seat. when suddenly his legs spread and I caught the outline of his cockhead bulging, trapped in his pant leg. I could not hide my surprise at the size of it and from what I’d heard and seen over the years, a hard on with your cock trapped in the pant leg can be excruciating. I accidentally put Tony in that situation once, making out at my house in high school. He had to leave the room and fix it.

Once I learned what his problem was, it became difficult to look away. I thought about trying to give him an excuse to leave the classroom, but it would be blatantly obvious to everyone what his problem was. Before I could think of something, he acted out of desperation and shoved a hand down his pants and winced as he pulled it out of the pant leg.

I nearly winced just watching. And when I looked up, he was looking at me, now smiling. The final five minutes of class seemed like forever. He kept his arrogant grin every time I glanced his way.

When class ended, he stayed behind when the other all left. I tried not to notice and sat at my desk, to give him a chance to get things under control. But I could feel him staring at me, so I thought I’d better acknowledge him and get him out of the classroom.

“Is everything OK Michael?” I asked calmly.

“That depends, Miss Richards.” He replied arrogantly.

“On what?” Mr. Thompson.

“On whether or not you can help me with my swelling problem.” He said standing up and showing off the bulging ridge up the length of his zipper.

Shocked by his words, my mouth opened, and my eyes locked at his boner for just a couple seconds.

“Oh shit, Miss Richards, that’s it open wide for daddy.” he said gripping his cock and walking toward me.

I glanced at the door and saw it was three quarters closed and no one seemed to have noticed anything. Then I stood up and decided to put him in his place.

“Mr. Thompson, you have just sailed past detention straight to suspension young man. You and I are going to Principal Turner’s office right now…”

“You did this to me Miss Richards, staring at my cock like that, wearing that tight little skirt and waiving your ass…”

“You’re completely out of line young man. You’re coming with me right now.”

“As much as I’d like to come with you Miss Richards, I don’t think the classroom’s the appropriate place for a mutual orgasm.” He smiled.

“I’m going to report this right now!” I said as I collected my purse.

“Stop right there Miss Richards, unless you want me to show principal turner the video.” He said sternly.

I froze, from the harshness of his tone, confused. He tapped his breast pocket and the top of his phone stuck out.

“What video?” I asked truly at a loss. My mind raced with possibilities. Did he somehow film me with Tony? Then I thought to myself, “Oh God did Tony leak the video we made after the Christmas party?”

“Sit down Miss Richards.” He commanded.

I did as he ordered trying to think how to handle it. I wanted to kill Tony. The look of fear on my face made Michael smile.

“Good girl.” He stepped up to the edge of my desk boner thrust toward me. “Got it right here,” he tapped the phone. “You, staring at my cock in class, getting me all hot and bothered in your tight little sweater and slit skirt.”

I suddenly felt a huge relief. The little prick didn’t have anything. But then as my eyes drifted back to his bulge, I became paranoid as my eyes wanted to go back to it. It was bigger than Tony’s that was for sure. Had I really been staring. I couldn’t really recall anything but his boner for the last five minutes of class.

I finally composed myself and stood back up. “Listen Mikey,” I said condescendingly. You’re not the first boy to get the hots for teacher. I know hormones are making you a little crazy and I probably over reacted. But you were out of line today. So, I’m gonna go home to my fiancé and we’ll pretend this never happened. If it ever happens again, you’ll be explaining yourself to Principal Turner.”

I picked up my purse while he walked around my desk and turned his back to the door.

“Thanks for your understanding Miss Richards, but we both know you were staring at my cock, fantasizing about how it would feel being bent over your desk with that tight little skirt yanked up and fucked by a young hard cock till you come like the slut you want to be. Damn you make me hard.” He groaned gripping himself again.

I stood stunned at the rush of wetness I felt, trying to think of something to say.

“Tonight at 10:45, I’m gonna be lying in bed, thinking about you. I want you naked on your hands and knees touching yourself and imagining my cock pounding you doggy style like a horny little bitch needs to be fucked.”

I could hardly breath, let alone speak.

“You’re trembling Miss Richards.” He grinned and stepped back. “We’re gonna have that mutual orgasm you want, tonight, I can tell.”

As he walked out, I was ashamed that my eye’s turned toward his muscular ass in those tight jeans, with the image he planted playing in my mind. I left quickly feeling like every set of eyes in the hallway saw what I was thinking.

Tony was traveling on business, so I called mom and dad on the drive home to distract me from the images that flashed through my head. As usual they were excited to hear from me and invited me to dinner before I could invite myself.

The distraction worked well. It was easy to block it out being home and spending time with them. After dinner I stayed and helped clean up and sat down and watched TV with them.

I was terrified of being alone at 10:45. I thought if I stayed with them, I could get through it. But to my disappointment, around Ten, Dad gave me a hug and kiss. “Well sweetie, I’ve got an early start at work tomorrow. I’m turning in.”

Mom looked at me concerned. “Everything OK sweetie?”

“Yeah why?” I asked trying hide the complete loss of control going on inside me.

“You just seem, anxious? Is everything ok with you and Tony?” Asked Mom sensing my turmoil.

“No I’m fine. I better get home and try grading a few papers, before bed. Thanks so much for dinner.” I said giving her a hug.

My heart raced on the ride home as my pussy moistened from the image of being face down my desk with that stiff cock pounding me from behind. It had been so long since Tony fucked me like that. I could feel my heartbeat in my clit it was pounding so hard.

I got home at 10:18, my pussy tingling so much it hurt. As I walked through the door, I somehow knew I needed to do as he commanded. I poured a glass of wine to calm my nerves, which became three by 10:42. At that point I stood next to my bed in only my soaked panties which I peeled down and dropped to the floor.

In my mind, I had already stripped his jeans off him many times, exposing his hot hard cock. I had stroked it, sucked it, rode it, and fucked it a dozen different ways already in my head, but at 10:45 I was in the position he wanted. Knowing that big stiff cock was in his hand thinking of me, had me aching for relief. I was on all fours on the bed, with my ass toward the mirror.

I leaned on my left hand, brought right to my acing cunt, and began stroking my wetness and talking to him like the horny little bitch he wanted me to be.

“Oh Michael, You’re so fucking hard. I want that cock in me please.” I said imagining being in my classroom with his bulging hard-on bursting free as I unzipped him.

Next, he grabbed me and spun me toward the desk and bent me over, gripping my skirt so hard the slit tore as he yanked it up. Then with both hands my panties were pulled immediately to my ankles. I whimpered as my pussy sent tingles through my whole body. I struggled to kick the panties off in my lustful frenzy.

“Oh Michael,” I squealed as I imagined him squeezing my ass hard and pushing my legs wide with his feet. “Oh I need that dick so bad,” I whined as the hot granite head pushed between my labia.

I collapsed down to my elbow as my fingers thrust in and out as hard and deep as I could shove them. I peeked into the mirror to see my ass high in the air and legs spread wide, offering my drenched cunt to his imaginary cock as he fucked me hard and talked dirty to me.

“You like that don’t you teacher! How’s it feel to be fucked by a real cock you slutty little bitch!”

“Fuck me hard Michael, Please, I need it! Oh fuck, it’s so deep. Feels so fucking good. I’m cumming!”

I buried my face in the covers pounding my fingers at lightning speed as my body quaked and I screamed Michaels name as I came long. Eventually, l I collapsed flat on the bed with my fingers still inside me. I imagined Michael laying in his bed with his belly covered in cum as we unloaded together.

As I caught my breath, I realized that was the best orgasm I could remember having in years. That realization brought on a flood of guilt and shame that kept me awake.

That night was a roller coaster of guilt and lust and shame and lust, that resulted in breaking out my vibrating cock dildo two times during the night. And thus began the spiral debauchery that brought me to where I am today.

To finish up with Michael, I was relieved that I did not have him in class the next day, but during my free period, he slipped into the classroom and shut the door right at a moment of weakness, imagining another encounter.

“Good morning Miss Richards,” He smiled as he stepped slowly closer. My face gave it all away and his smile only grew.

“Michael, you need to stop,” I protested weakly.

“Oh I don’t wanna stop, Miss Richards, I can go forever.” He said pressing his thighs against the front of my desk, pushing his bulge proudly forward. “Trembling again Miss Richards.”

I shook my head slowly while I gripped the lip of my desk with my hands at my side, thumbs on top. The grip was so tight my thumbs were white. I stared at my desk, refusing to look at him and taking no chance at looking at his hard-on.

“How many times?” He asked smugly.

I continued to shake my head not looking at him.

“I knew it was more than once. Me too Miss Richards… Three for me.”

My eyes widened and he laughed. I wondered to myself. “How did he know?”

I tried to think of a way out but just froze with the death grip on my desk staring at my thumbs.

He walked toward the door. “Same time tonight Miss Richards only tonight you drive. I will lay back and you can ride my cock till I can’t get it up anymore.”

When the door closed, I slumped back in my chair trembling with rage at his arrogance and wet from the image in my head.

And so it went until a week later he brought burner phones so we could really connect. I told him no, even as I took it. Of course, I answered it that night at 10:45 with Tony asleep in my bed. I told Tony I needed to grade papers that night and waited for the call. I managed to convince myself it was not physical contact, so it wasn’t so bad. But the phone calls became a nightly need.

Then he became a legal adult, and our first physical encounter was our last as Taisha Smith got it all on video.

This brings me to deep rooted issue number three. My African Goddess and latest obsession, Taisha Smith.

She graduated from my school the year before I started teaching, so I had never met her before her first day as a new substitute teacher. Principal Turner. however, knew her for years and they were clearly close. I have a good relationship with Principal Turner and hope to fill her shoes someday. So, when Taisha arrived, I saw her as a threat.

So naturally, I treated her like crap, belittled her, and made sure she did not get the full-time position that opened shortly after she arrived. I felt Principal Turner was going to name her after filling into the role for a week. So I made a substitute with more seniority aware of the position and put him in front of Principal Turner. She had no choice but to hire him. And to top it off I rubbed it in Taisha’s face that I made sure she didn’t get it.

As they say, Carma is a bitch.

Payback came almost immediately after my first time with Michael. Not surprisingly, our first encounter boiled over with passion, but fell a little short from a satisfaction standpoint. Less than ten minutes after sucking his cock and him fucking me standing up in the supply room, I sat at my desk playing it through in my mind. The feel of his granite cock was amazing, and there was some satisfaction knowing I excited him so much he could not maintain control.

As I got up to leave, my bliss quickly turned to horror when Taisha popped in. I just made the biggest mistake of my life in the supply closet with a student, followed by immediate retribution when I jumped at the sound of her voice.

“Working late, Lizzy?” Taisha Smiled devilishly.

I hated that name, and I was immediately pissed. “Please, do not call me, Lizzy, Ms…”

Taisha pointed at her chair. “Have a seat, Lizzy, we need to talk.”

Taisha looked menacing in her black slacks and black high heeled knee-high boots. I wasn’t sure why but felt compelled to comply.

I sat and tried to regain the moment. “What is this about, Ms. Smith? Your tone is really unprofessional.”

“Unprofessional? Really. I’m gonna cut to the chase, Lizzy, cause I ain’t got much patience for your prissy ass, back stabbin’ bullshit tonight!”

I never heard her speak anything but perfect English before and this was alarming.

Taisha took a deep breath. “Here’s how it’s gonna be, Lizzy. You’re gonna treat me with respect from now on. Do you understand?”

“I am a professional and treat everyone with respect, Ms. Smith. Your tone is brutish, and I don’t have to put up with it. I’m leaving…”

“Sit your tight little ass back down and listen, you horny little slut,” said Taisha sternly.

My heart raced and I felt sick as Michael’s words came out of her mouth. The knowing look on Taisha’s face was unmistakable. Taisha hit play and held up the phone. I watched in horror. “Oh, Michael, that, ah, that’s it, go slow. Feels so good. Oh fuck, your cock is hard sweetie. Oh my God, Michael.”

“Professional? Not sure Ms. Turner would agree, Ms. Richards. And by the way, it’s backed up to the cloud and my best friend from college has a copy.”

“What do you want, Taisha?” I asked shaking.

“Well, well, well, I must say I like your change in perspective, Lizzy. Aren’t you engaged Lizzy?”

I looked at the floor yet again, nodding slowly.

“I thought so… So much to lose. Do you live together?”

“No… Why… Please, Taisha.” I pleaded.

“Please get on your knees Lizzy, you seemed so at home there a few minutes ago. I have an e-mail draft to Principal Turner and the school board chair. Shall I hit send?”

I slowly lowered to the floor shaking.

“Good girl, Lizzy. You are what gramma calls a boot licker, Lizzy. Licking the boots of whoever can help you get ahead.” Taisha sat in my chair and crossed her legs. She bounced her top foot up and down. “I think you need my help now, Lizzy, don’t you?”

I nodded.

“Go ahead boot licker, start licking.”

With my head hung in shame, I gripped her boot with both hands and started to lick the top of her foot.

“You’re a lot better boot licker than that, Lizzy. I’ve seen you with Principal Turner. Look at me, Lizzy.”

I fumed and could feel my face was bright red as I followed her command.

“That’s good, Lizzy. Now I want you to take a nice big lick from toe to top, just like you did to Mikey’s stiff little dick.”

The smile on Taisha’s face grew bigger as I fully extended my tongue and took a full slow lick up Taisha’s boot, looking her in the eye the entire time.

“Very good, Lizzy, did that give your little pussy a rush? I bet it did, you horny little slut,” said Taisha, slowly licking her lips.

I felt a rush of shame, because I did feel a warm tingle from my nipples to my pussy. I told myself it was the encounter with Michael that did it. Anticipating what was next, I released the booted foot and reached for the one on the floor. Taisha smiled brightly and crossed her legs the other way.

“That is so good, Lizzy, you really get it. I own you and I think this is going to be the beginning a new era in our relationship. You’re MY boot licker now, aren’t you, Lizzy?”

I nodded holding Taisha’s boot.

“Say it, Lizzy.”

“I’m your boot licker, Ms. Smith.”

“And you will treat me with the respect I deserve?”

“Yes, Ms. Smith.”

“You are such a fast learner, Lizzy. That’s good.” Taisha raised her boot for another lick, and I complied. “Now that you know your place, I think we are going to get along nicely. Going forward, when I reach out, it is respectful to reply immediately. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, Ms. Smith.”

“Excellent, I may need you at any time. Are we in agreement that I am your number one priority?” Asked Taisha calmly.

“Yes Ms. Smith,” I replied compliantly.

“I like that response Lizzy. Are we in agreement that whenever I ask something of you, your response will be “Yes Ms. Smith.”?

My face reddened as the reality of the situation began to sink in. I trembled with rage and shame. I just needed to get through this moment and get away so I could think about options.

“Yes, Ms. Smith.” I bowed my head, fully submitting.

“Of course you understand, that was your first and last fuck with young Michael. This should clearly set your mind right. You have crossed so many lines Lizzy. Don’t worry though, I will teach you boundaries. You will need to break things off with him as soon as possible. But I’ll let you wait until tomorrow so he can enjoy his Birthday.”

My rage grew. His hard cock felt so good inside me, and I had been patient and needed it badly. With a little training he could have been incredible. But she had me and there was no choice but to acquiesce.

“Yes, Ms. Smith,” I conceded.

“Good girl Lizzy, now go on home and try not to break out your toys thinking of young Michael. I assume a horny little slut has toys. You do have toys, don’t you, Lizzy?”

“Yes, Ms. Smith.” I answered trembled.

“How many?”

“Five, Ms. Smith.” I answered before thinking. After I spoke, I struggled to understand, why I didn’t lie. She would never know.

“I knew it Lizzy. But five? You really are a horny little slut, Michael is wise beyond his years,” Taisha giggled. “Ok, run along home now, Lizzy. You’ve got a lot to think about.”

I grabbed my things and rushed out.

Taisha cleared her throat. “Manners, Lizzy.”

“Have a good evening, Ms. Smith,” I said and bowed.

“You too, Lizzy, you too,” Taisha said pleasantly.

And so began my servitude to Taisha Smith, descendent of Oshun, Goddess of Sweet Waters and Love as she later told me.

That Saturday, she came to my house so I could serve her breakfast where she made it clear she owned me. I can’t describe the hold she had on me almost immediately. That morning she made me lick her cunt till she came in my mouth. Then, sitting at my dining room table she made me kneel on all fours like a dog and made me beg for her fingers in my pussy. I came harder than I ever had before.

The way she took control of me made it so much more intense than anything I’d ever felt. I broke if off with Michael and at her command, sucked off my fiancé Tony and fucked him on that same dining room table while I recorded it on video for her and let her know I was thinking of her while doing it.

Then she made me make a video masturbating for her and begging to be her cunt licker. So many humiliatingly things she’s made me do and I came for her every time.

Most recently, when I tried to buy a new strapless toy I thought she would enjoy, she took it as an insult that she wasn’t enough. For punishment, she made me record a session, again on my dining room table, where I demonstrated the toy and begged her to fuck me with it. I wish I could say I hated it, but I loved making it, and loved knowing she would watch it as I came for her multiple times.

That was also when I realized it was over with Tony. I was more fulfilled making that video than I had been in the last five years with him.

To add insult to injury, she teased me about it cryptically in the teachers’ lounge at lunch the next day.

I greeted her eagerly. “Good morning, Ms. Smith. Can I get you a coffee?”

“That would be great, Lizzy! A little cream, and extra sweet,” replied Taisha, with a half-smile.

Several teachers looked shocked, knowing I hated being called Lizzy. I dutifully got it for her.

“Here you go, Ms. Smith,” I said handing her a cup. “Would you like some, Principal Turner?”

“Thanks for asking, Ms. Richards, but I’m good. You two are coming to the fund raiser tomorrow evening, aren’t you?”

I respond quickly. “Of course, Principal Turner. Thanks again for letting me be part of this. This will mean so much to the school system when the bill passes.”

“Well said, Lizzy. We’re behind you, one hundred percent; whatever you need,” Taisha added.

When Principal turner walked away Taisha turned back to me.

“Thanks for the instructional video. I found it very enlightening. I look forward to putting some of those ideas into practice, soon,” Taisha said in a loud voice.

I blushed and felt my pussy flush with heat. Sharing a secret with Taisha and flaunting it in front of the oblivious crowd excited me. Taisha knew how to manipulate me perfectly.

Senior class English teacher, Mr. Laurence, overheard and engaged in the conversation.

“Good afternoon, ladies. What type of instructional video did you share? I’m always up for new ideas for the classroom…”

“Yes, it was really enlightening. But a man of your experience has probably already got it pegged,” Taisha replied, with a mischievous grin.

I became nervous, wondering if Taisha was playing with me. The sudden realization of that video potentially getting out was a gut punch.

“I would appreciate you sharing it with me, Ms. Richards. It never hurts to explore new ideas, or even get a refresher of old techniques,” said Mr. Laurence, obliviously.

“I like your open-mindedness, Mr. Laurence,” said Taisha cheerfully. “Lizzy, sounds like he would enjoy watching it as much as I did. Maybe the three of us could get together afterward and discuss putting your ideas into practice. Do you want to send it to him, or should I?”

“I’ll do it, thank you though, Ms. Smith. I’ll send it tonight when I get home. Well, I better prepare for my next class. I’ll see you two later.” I walked away, trying to walk back from the edge of career oblivion.

“Thanks, Lizzy,” said Mr. Laurence.

I turned red with anger and embarrassment. Now Taisha had others using that name I hated so much. I returned to the office and began to search for instructional videos of new teaching techniques.

Eventually, I found something I thought would satisfy Mr. Laurence’s curiosity with a video on project-based learning. I sent it off in an email and copied Taisha.

When I saw her response, I thought it was all over.

“I can attest that project-based learning is quite affective. Project Cunt Licker has been an arousing success.”

But I quickly saw she had replied only to me. I deleted it and did not respond.

The next night was the fund raiser dinner.

Principal Turner was dressed in a simple but elegant, red dress. It was a short-sleeved V neck dress that showed a tasteful hint of cleavage. Her light brown hair hung down, covering her partially exposed back. Her dress was cut to mid-back, but her naturally curled locks hung an inch lower.

Taisha was stunning in a strapless royal blue jump suit. She was vibrant, sexy, and her braided hair seemed to highlight her beautifully round face. I made a conscious effort not to stare or even try to look in her direction, for fear everyone in the room would know exactly what I was thinking.

I wore a church-girl pink, shin length, button-front dress with ruffled sleeves and a subtle V neck. Unfortunately my thoughts were far from church-girl seeing Taisha’s ass in that jump suit. I couldn’t help but feel a rush every time she glanced at me. There was something exhilarating about being her secret cunt licking slut.

I made the rounds, making sure to talk to all the important people in the room and letting them know I would do whatever it took to help get the license plate fee bill for education to pass. It was Principal Turners baby, and I would do all I could.

As I talked with Principal Turner, I noticed Taisha looking our way and seemed frustrated. She quickly looked away and went off to talk to Mr. Laurence. I hoped not about Project Cunt Licker.

I lost sight of her and about an hour later she walked up behind me. “Your place twenty minutes, keep on the Barbie dress and have your new toy ready Lizzy. Her hand brushed my shoulder as she walked away, and my pussy flushed with heat.

I immediately collected my purse, said my goodbyes, and headed home. I felt like a teenager getting ready for a first date, except for the fact I was preparing a strapless dildo for my date to fuck me with. I placed it on the dining room table that seemed to be our designate spot.

I was grateful my wait was a short ten minutes. None the less, my pussy was wet for her when she arrived. I greeted her at the door before she knocked. “Hello Lizzy. Eager to please, I see.” Her smile was like a drug to me.

“Yes, my Goddess thanks for coming.” I said and closed the door behind her.

“It’s been a frustrating night Lizzy, and I need a release. I must say, after your video, I see the appeal of your new toy.” She spotted it on the table and walked that way. “I’ll need you to undress me and wet my pussy Lizzy.” She said in her commanding tone.

“Thank You Ms. Smith, My Goddess.” I said anxiously.

“Either title is fine Lizzy. Are you nervous?”

“I just want to please you, My Goddess. I’m sorry I upset you last time…”

“It’s Okay Lizzy, after watching your video, I understand why you bought it for me. I think we are both going to enjoy it a lot. Now help me out of these clothes. Your dress is very pretty by the way Lizzy.”

“Thank you, Ms. Smith, I was hoping you would like it.” I said softly feeling a tingle at the thought of pleasing her.

I could barely contain myself as I peeled the jumpsuit down her body. When I uncovered her breasts, I stopped. “Can I please kiss them my Goddess?”

“Yes, you can Lizzy…” my lips were on her right nipple before she finished.

I continued pushing the suit down over her hips as I kissed and licked her firm breasts.

“You’re so beautiful Ms. Taisha,” I sighed between kisses.

I dropped to my knees and pulled the jumpsuit over her shapely hips exposing blue lace panties. Leaning in I breathed her scent, sending another rush through my steaming pussy. Then I reached down and pulled off her black high heels to clear the way. I needed her naked as I began to tremble in anticipation of having her inside me.

As the pantsuit cleared her feet, I immediately gripped her panties with both hand and pulled them off. “Please let me lick your pussy and get it wet Ms. Smith.” I begged as I gazed at her dark labia topped by her well-trimmed black bush.

“What are you Lizzy?”

“I’m your cunt licker, My Goddess. I love your pussy and I’ll do anything to serve you.” I said eagerly.

What terrified me was it was true. I was panting and sweating, in a lustful frenzy, at the sight of her nakedness. I was fully expecting more humiliation before she would let me service her, but she too seemed to have the sense of urgency that night. Her hand gripped the back of my head and pulled me into her. From there my hands gripped her ass to stabilize myself.

I rested with my ass on my heals, hunched down between her legs looking straight up her belly as she towered over me. My tongue wiggled into to her tight smooth tunnel flooding my taste buds with her essence. I knelt before her, pussy throbbing and face buried in her sticky warmth. Hearing her moan as I probed her heat made my body tingle on the edge of compete bliss.

“Oh, Lizzy, sweetie you feel so good. Oh fuck, I needed this.” She sighed relaxing her grip on my head.

As my tongue slid in and out, I ground my nose against her clit. It was enflamed and stiff as if she had been in a state of arousal for some time already. It’s hard to describe the excitement I felt knowing I had that effect on her and I was more than happy to help her with that little problem.

“Oh God Lizzy, right there. Aaaahhhhhh!” She wailed and I began to bounce as I licked her oozing cunt.

My grip on her ass tightened and I kept my tongue thrusting inside her, fucking her with my tongue. My arms wrapped under her strong thighs gripping that beautiful ass with my spread hand, shoving deeper and harder with my tongue, and pounding her clit with my nose.

Her abs clenched and tits bounced as fucked her ebony cunt with my face. My panties were soaking through, and I felt the cool air through them. I had forgotten about the new toy as her scent and taste was all that mattered. Taisha’s eyes had closed as I could sense her building climax. I moved with urgency, hoping she would not stop me before flooding me with her creamy cunt cum. Then her body began to quiver and jerk as her voice raised ever higher.

“Oh God, Liz, zy! Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!!” She screamed and began to convulse from her groin to her breasts gripping my head tighter.

As I’d hoped a flood of her bittersweet nectar coated my face and tongue as my Goddess spasmed above me. I moaned my approval as she road me as long as she could stand before stepping back and pulling me to my feet.

“Such a good cunt licker Lizzy,” she sighed before kissing me hard. I eagerly returned the kiss and she quickly had to break to catch her breath. “I, needed, that, Lizzy.” she said between breaths.

Then she picked up the strapless toy and examined it. “I really liked the show you gave me with this Lizzy.” She smiled hungrily.

I blushed, as I recalled the vibrator laying on its side on the dining table. I crawled my naked body over the toy, spread my knees and lowered myself until the tip touched my clit. I had the most twisted sense of pride as I recorded the video. How I ever came up with such a slutty way to demonstrate the toy, I’ll never truly understand. But as I turned on the vibrator, knowing it was for her pleasure excited me beyond imagination. Even as I replayed the moment, I hoped she’d order me to do it again in person.

I had watched the video a dozen times with my stretched pussy and asshole center screen. The sound was amplified as it vibrated on the wooden table. I came so hard and so easily knowing she would be watching me. Now I trembled at the thought of her finally using it on me.

“Wet this for me Lizzy, you took care of down below.” She said pushing her end of the strapless to my mouth.

She looked at me standing close as I sucked the rubber cock with our eyes locked.

“Good girl Lizzy, now insert it please,” she said spreading her legs.

I dropped to my knees and pressed it slowly in twisting as I pushed. She smiled and moaned softly. “Oh yeah I like this Lizzy.”

When I had it fully inserted, she stepped back with a black plastic boner pointing toward the ceiling. Then she rocked her hips side to side, and it waved back and forth.

“Do you think this will stay in if things get a little…heated Lizzy.” She asked waving it faster.

“On Minute Ms. Smith.” I said running quickly to my bedroom.

I returned with the y strap that came with it, getting more turned on by the second. I wanted her to pound me with unbridled passion.

“This will help.” I said holding up the harness that wrapped up around her waist and around her thighs below. There was a leather ring that fit over the cock end to hold it in place. “Shall I put it on you, my Goddess.”

“Yes Lizzy, I think you’re gonna thank me for this later.” She replied as I dropped again to my knees for her.

After it was in place she spoke again. “Wet your end too please, Lizzy.”

I raised up to get high enough for the ten-inch boner. and began to deep throat it gripping her ass.

“Look at you in that sweet Barbie dress sucking my cock like a like a slut on parole.” She said tauntingly. I saw you running around the fund raiser, ass kissin’ and boot lickin’ Lizzy. Miss innocent little Barbie in a pretty pink dress.”

She pulled my head off and turned around presenting her ass. I knew what she wanted but dared not anger her. “Can I please kiss your ass Ms. Smith.” I pleaded.

“What are you Lizzy?”

“I’m your cunt licking ass kisser Ms. Smith, Please!”

“Ok Lizzy.” She replied and wiggled her ass a little.

I kissed her right cheek covering it with soft peck, then I moved to the left. When I finished, she turned and ordered me to stand up.

“Turn and put those sweet little thighs against the table.” as I did, her hands rubbed my ass through the dress. “I can feel your little slut ass smoking through your innocent little dress Lizzy!”

Just like that she squatted, grabbed my dress and yanked it up exposing my backside. “Bend on down and kiss the fuckin’ table you horny little slut.”

I did as commanded, arms in front and chin on the table, as she began to squeeze and knead my ass cheeks through the white thong, I wore every day as she required. I just love those panties on that slutty little ass.”

She squeezed a handful of each bun and pulled them apart spreading my labia until the thong rode up between them. “Look at the slutty little cunt trying to swallow up those panties. It’s spread wide open like the grand slut canyon Lizzy. What do want Lizzy?”

“I want your cock in me my Goddess. Please fuck me like the slut I am. I’ve been thinking about this for a week, since your text saying I’d get my chance.” I begged shoving my ass in the air a little higher.

Then she gripped my panties at the sides and yanked them down to my ankles in one smooth motion and I eagerly stepped out. She stood back up, pushed her boner between my buns like a hotdog and kicked my feet gently apart.

“Spread that little slut hole Lizzy and tell me what you want.” She said sternly.

“I want you to fuck me please Ms. Smith, make me pay for treating you so badly for no reason.” I said as the cock slid down my ass crack until the head gently split my labia and stopped. I pushed back against it, “Oh please My Goddess fill me up.”

She taunted me and pulled it back before touching it against me again. “Your slutty wet cunt is oozing for me isn’t it Lizzy?”

“Yes, my Goddess please fill me up and pound my cunt. I want it so bad?”

“Do you think you deserve it Lizzy?”

“Oh please, I’ve been so good to you Ms. Smith. I got you coffee and told everyone how good of teacher you are.” I sounded pathetic, but it just made me wetter.

I groaned loudly when the head pressed against me. When she sighed in response, I thought she would let me finally have it, but she pulled back again.

“Please my Goddess, I’ll do whatever you want. I promise.” I whined like a child.

“That’s good Lizzy, cause I’m gonna have a surprise for you very soon. I think you’re gonna like it a lot.” She said softly bent over me as she slowly shoved the cock inside me.

I whimpered and whined as she steadily pushed in for about three inches and backed out an inch, before pushing deeper inside me. My mouth hung open and I gasped unleashing a high-pitched whine of ecstacy as she went to the hilt.

“You took all of that Lizzy, that cute little pussy sucked in ten inches like it was nothing.”

Suddenly the vibrator kicked on and I squealed at a whole new level.

Taisha gasped as well, “Holy shit Lizzy, that’s, huh! Fuck that’s good.”

She steadily pulled it halfway out and back in with the tingling vibration lighting up my entire pelvic region. “Oh, please, don’t stop Ms. Smith. Your cock feels so good inside of me!” I whimpered and whined as an orgasm rapidly built.

“Damn Lizzy, does that feel as good to you as it does to me, ee, ee?”

I nodded and groaned with my mouth wide. “Gon, na, come, My God, dess.”

“Good, huh, girl Lizzy! Come for me Sweet, ie!” She said as her body convulsed.

“Oh God, yes! coming, for, you!” I howled.

She pushed her hands into my lower back as she spasmed forcing me down onto the table as my legs spread taking her length. I came once again on my dining room table. When she sensed my climax passing she began to pick up the range of motion, taking it out to the tip and driving it back in.

“Let’s see what she’s really got Lizzy.” She challenged as she slammed it home.

“Oh fuck!” I shouted as my hips slammed the table.

“Oh yeah, that’s better, isn’t it Lizzy?” She grunted as she thrust her pelvis against my ass. “Your! Little! Ass! Jiggles!”

“Fuck! Me! Hard! Please!” I grunted through gritted teeth. The table thudded and rocked with each thrust.

“Better than ah, Ton, y?” She asked between gasps.

“Oh, God! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” I continued with each plunge of the vibrating dick.

My body shuddered with a monumental orgasm that had my legs wobbling as I tried to push back against her relentless pounding. I could hear my screams echoing through the house until I could no longer make a sound. My mouth hung open as wide as it could go as the orgasm took my whole body.

Finally she stopped and pulled out and I collapsed like a wet noodle onto the table. with my dress tossed up my back and her cock slowly sliding in and out, until I could breathe enough to speak.

“No one’s ever fucked me like that Ms. Smith. Thank you.”

“Thank you, Lizzy. Excellent choice,” she sighed as she pulled out. Help me out of this please.

When she turned her ass toward me, I leaned in and kissed it as I unhooked the straps. Then she pulled it out, turned back toward me and pushed her end toward me. “Clean it off Lizzy.”

I did so eagerly, licking her juices off the dildo. When I finished, she pushed me further. “A good slut cleans both ends.”

Once again, I obeyed.

“You like tasting your own slut juice don’t you Lizzy.” She said as she got dressed.

I nodded and sucked it clean. When I finished, I made a pathetic plea. “Will you please stay the night?”

“Thank you for the thought Lizzy, but I have my reputation to think about. I can’t be seen sleeping with sluts.” She said nonchalantly.

That comment brought the sudden feeling I had swallowed a large rock that sat trapped in my stomach. She seemed to notice the expression on my face and took some bit of pity on me.

“Come to my classroom tomorrow after school Lizzy. I’m going to need you. Thanks again Lizzy, I do like your toy very much.” She smiled as she walked out.

I stood stunned in my beautiful dress, humiliated, ashamed but completely sexually satisfied from the best fuck I’d ever had. I took the toy to bed that evening and made myself come again later. Knowing it had been in her that very day made it even more exciting to me.

The next morning, as I got dressed, I found myself wondering what I could wear to please her. The panties were a given, white lace thong. I wondered, should I wear a dress for easy access, or slacks that highlight my ass? I settled on a zipper backed skirt that did both. I even thought about not wearing a bra but thought better of it.

It was a long day as she seemed to occupy every free minute’s thought. She got in a bit of taunting at lunch with Mr. Laurence when he approached us.

“So what did you think of Project Based Teaching Mr. Laurence?” She asked.

“Intriguing, I may try to incorporate it into my teaching in the future.” He replied, seemingly unimpressed.

“Lizzy and I have already fully engaged in our first project and thus far it’s proven quite effective as a supplemental tool. Fills in some gaps, quite nicely. Don’t you agree Lizzy?” She said smiling. “In fact, Lizzy’s going to give me another session after class today. Her commitment to service and honing her skills is really quite admirable.”

“I do agree, Ms. Smith and thank you for your kind words,” I answered terrified and turned on at the same time.

I really have no idea what he said next, my heart raced, and mind was spinning.

After the last class ended, I waited twenty minutes for the halls to clear and walked to her classroom. The door was open, so I stuck my head in for the benefit of the few teachers conversing in the hall. “Do you have a minute to talk Ms. Smith?”

Taisha was wearing a white short sleeved blouse and yellow pleated full-length skirt with a floral pattern. “Always for you Lizzy. Come in and close the door please.”

Even as the hint of anger erupted for her calling me Lizzy, the rush of excitement washed it away when she told me to shut the door. She stood behind her desk and extended two hands palms up with a warm smile. “Come Lizzy, your timing is perfect. I was just thinking about you. I very much like your skirt; it highlights your ass nicely.

I placed my hands in hers and she pulled me toward her in a smooth motion, pivoted and trapped me between her and the desk. I looked at her wondering if she was going to take me on the desk. I glanced at the door that had a small rectangular window that would allow someone to see us, then back at her.

She gripped my hips and turned me, so I was facing the other way and quickly unzipped my skirt. I was excited and mortified, wondering what she was going to do and terrified anyone could look in.

“I’m gonna need this skirt off and you under the desk Lizzy. Hurry, in case someone looks in.”

She yanked the skirt down and I stepped out of it, red heels still on. Before I could do anything, she pushed my head down an shoved me under her desk. She tossed my skirt under there with me before she sat down and rolled her chair closer.

“Your latest project is to eat my pussy while you make yourself cum. Time for your lesson Lizzy.” She said as she pushed closer. “I really like project-based learning. It’s much more effective when the students have a clear objective.”

My heart beat so hard, I could see my blouse moving from the sudden rush of excitement of servicing her in the class room where anyone could come in.

I raised her dress and was pleasantly surprised to see she had already removed her panties. “Oh my Ms. Smith. Such an appetizing project. I accept the assignment whole heartedly.” I said as I began to kiss her inner thigh.

I wanted to take my time but the risk of getting caught was too great. I needed to make fast work of my assignment, hoping a good performance would persuade her to come home with me.

Her dress covered most of the opening, so in the reduced light her labia and muff were jet black. Her scent and mine, filled the air in my little cave. She scooted her ass to the edge of her chair and spread as wide as the space would allow. I huddled in a ball brushing my cheek against her thigh as I zeroed in on my objective.

At the point of contact her soft thighs touched both cheeks limiting my range of motion, but as my tongue separated her labia, I accepted the challenge. With a hand under each of her thighs, I braced myself as my tongue began to dance in her moist heat.

She exhaled long and slow trembling slightly. “Oh Goodness Lizzy,” She whispered. “Such a hungry little slut aren’t you.”

“Mu huh,” I agreed probing my Goddess and tasting her sweet nectar.

I could feel her fidgeting and shuffling items on her desk, I guessed to appear like she was working. So I sped up my tongue motion. Swirling inside her then up to her clit and back. When her breathing deepened and she began to whimper I knew I found the rhythm.

Then suddenly a knock at the door and it opened. “Evening Ms. Smith, I wondered if you had a minute?” It was Mr. Laurence.

“Hi Mr. Laurence, I’m kind of in the middle of a project right now could we….”

“It’ll only take a minute.” He interrupted and walked to the front of her desk.

I stopped for a second in shock but then began to slowly put my tongue back to work. I decided, if I’m caught, I’m caught. Doesn’t matter if I’m licking her cunt or not. Half-naked under a desk says it all. So, I might as well get a little revenge torment in on Taisha.

She tensed and took a heavy deep breath. “What, can I do for you Mr., ah, Laurence?”

Her shaky voice encouraged me, and I pushed my tongue a little deeper.

“Tomorrow’s your last day subbing for Mr. Murphy, correct?” He asked as I sucked her clit and teased it with my tongue.

“Correct!” she said in a squeaky voice.

As I moved back to her slit, she shifted in her seat, and I lunged forward not letting her escape.

“I just found out I need to take my mother in for testing on Friday and was hoping you could fill in for me.”

She leaned back in her seat pushing her pelvis toward me and I shoved my tongue in deep.

“Perfect!” she said enthusiastically.

“Great. I’ll talk to Principal Turner about it before I leave.”

“Th, thank you. Mr. Laurence.” She replied grunting slightly.

Sensing her juices flowing, and my own soaking through my thong, I moved my right hand into my panties and began to rub myself, as she had commanded. I really was a little slut, turned on by the danger of the situation. Balled up, in the confined space, I had to squeeze my hand between my legs. A My shoulder bumped her thigh as I fingered myself. That seemed to excite her more, as she wiggled subtly, and her leg bounced nervously.

“So, you really are implementing project-based learning? I admit to the old dog new tricks syndrome and was a bit skeptical. But it is intriguing.”

Taisha hesitated but the silence was awkward. She leaned forward and I noticed it seemed to compact her pussy together and I just sucked the whole thing in my mouth and slid my tongue inside her.

“Yes! I’m in the midst of a project as we speak.” She said hurriedly.

“It seems the students dig a little deeper into the subject matter when focused on a defined objective.” She shifted again, stretching her cunt back out as she leaned back.

I sucked her clit into my mouth and felt her jerk.

“Are you ok Miss. Smith?” He asked.

“Fine, my allergies, thought I was…” I wiggled my head as I sucked. “,,,Gonna ah! sneeze! Ah chew!”

“Bless you. You must have it bad to get it this time of year.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Well, I’ll let you get back to it then. Thanks again.” He said walking toward the door.

She mumbled and nodded.

When the door closed, she let out a giant sigh and pushed her pelvis at me. “You’re gonna pay for that Lizzy, but right now, don’t you dare stop.”

I picked up the pace swirling my tongue, sucking and teasing her clit, then sliding inside her. I repeated the process, while her juices coated my face and my fingers moved faster and faster.

“I can feel you rubbing yourself you little slut!” she panted.

I nodded and moaned savoring her cunt. Part of me hated what I had become but a much bigger part of me loved how it felt.

“You liked knowing he was there and oblivious to the nasty little slut thee feet away sucking cunt and jacking off.”

Her words pushed me over the edge, and I squealed into her pussy nodding and bringing us both toward a climax.

“So good Lizzy, suck my clit! Ah!” She gasped.

Her juices flowed as I sucked her in, wiggling my tongue in time with my frenzied hand.

She jerked and tensed reaching her climax. As a rush of cum coated my face my own orgasm hit and I could only suck her clit, no longer in control of my tongue while I came.

My fingers slowly continued to rub myself as I licked her drenched cunt. I thought I could never tire of tasting her warm sticky cum.

“Good girl Lizzy, lick me clean, Sweetie.” She sighed and leaned back, breathing slowly and deeply.

After a few moments she exhaled heavily and pulled away. “Thanks Lizzy, I needed that.” She said as she stood up and fluffed her skirt. Then she picked up her things and headed to the door. “Same time tomorrow Lizzy?”

I huddled half naked under her desk. “Yes Ms. Smith.” I replied, disappointed our encounter ended so abruptly.

And so it went Thursday and Friday, except Friday she greeted me at the door and pushed me up against the wall about 3 feet from the door. Then she kissed me sensuously with her tongue slowly probing my mouth. I felt such a rush of warmth through my whole body as she gave me a moment of tender affection.

She had shut the door but there was a lot of activity and conversation, just a few feet away in the hallway. Once again, the danger only intensified my passion for pleasing her.

Taisha broke the kiss and looked hungrily into my eyes. “Is your little slut cunt wet for me Lizzy?”

“Yes, my Goddess. I’ve been thinking about this all day.” I panted.

Her hand slid down the front of my pants and she pressed her tits against mine, while her tongue parted my lips once again. I whimpered as her middle finger slid between my pussy lips, pulled up my clitoral hood, and began rubbing my stiff button.

“Do you like that Lizzy?” she asked between kisses.

I let out a loud whine of approval as she quickly had me on the verge of climax yet again. I knew my voice was too loud, but she made me lose myself every time she touched me. My body trembled as she kissed me and took me, fully dressed, with a hall full of people less than a foot away.

“Do you want me to make you come Lizzy?” She whispered and thrust her tongue into my mouth.

I squealed and nodded as she kissed me hard. When she broke the kiss I gasped, chest heaving as her single finger controlled me complete.

“Are you gonna cum in your pants for me Lizzy?”

“Yes, My Goddess, I’m gonna cum so hard.” I blurted out way too loudly.

“What kind a nasty little slut are you Lizzy? One finger and you’re wailing like an animal, with all those people right out there.” She said looking straight into my eyes smiling.

“Haaahhhh!” I screeched, bracing my palms against the wall next to my hips to keep from falling over.

My legs shook wildly as I came for her, with no thought to our situation or the hundred people rustling in the hall. Her eyes seemed to melt through me. And the orgasm hit so hard.

My voice rose still louder until she shoved her tongue in my mouth to muffle me. The spasms through my body were all consuming as the orgasms seemed unending. Part of me wanted to scream out for everyone to hear. I was coming for Taisha Smith and didn’t care who knew.

Her finger kept going and I thought I couldn’t take anymore. But I couldn’t bring myself to push her off either. The feel of her soft warm lips pressed against mine while her body pushed me against the wall was too much. My clit shot bolt after bolt of orgasmic shock through my loins, and I felt a second climax overtake me. My legs locked with every muscle clenched, abs convulsing, whining into her mouth, all from one glorious finger and still she didn’t stop.

If anyone had walked in at that moment, I would have not been able to even try to react. My body was under the control of Taisha Smith middle finger, and she was not letting up.

My whimpers became more desperate, as the third wave built, and my clit felt like a tic ready to pop but kept firing paralyzing jolts of pleasure through me. Finally my legs gave out and I collapsed to my knees, breaking the kiss, and contact with her finger. I dropped, sitting on the floor panting and disoriented.

“Oh my God!” I exclaimed looking at her dazed. I was seconds away from fainting.

Her expression was also one of disbelief. “Goodness Lizzy, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone cum so hard Sweetie.”

I shook my head. “Never.”

“I hope I didn’t ruin you for tomorrow. I think I’m going to need some extra attention tomorrow, so I need you to be on standby.”

I nodded, “OK.” Still panting.

“I thought you might spontaneously combust for a minute.” She said smiling down at me. “Well, I’d better get going. I think you’re gonna sleep good tonight Lizzy.” She said proudly.

Again I nodded and watched her walk out. I sat there for at least five minutes marinating in my own juices, thankful nothing soaked through my pants. Then I decided to get out quickly just in case. As I left, I wondered what risque comments she would be making in the future to Mr. Laurence, since this was in fact, his classroom.

I did sleep well that night, even though I spent some time thinking what tomorrow might bring. I was hoping she would come to my house, and I could get some more time with her.

I awoke to the sound of my phone’s text ding, about 9:00AM. It was a text from Taisha.

Taisha: Be there at 10. Can you make me French Toast again?

I had a moment of fuming anger. “She didn’t ask, just says she’d be here in an hour and wanted breakfast.” I thought to myself.

But I had anticipated her request and bought everything I would need along with Earl Grey tea! So, I quickly got over it and turned my thoughts to what she might have instore for me. I cooked the French toast and bacon with some yogurt and fruit on the side. For good measure I placed the strapless dildo, in the center the breakfast buffet. I just set the warm plate of French toast and bacon down when the doorbell rang.

I must admit I was shocked immediately when I opened the door. Taisha stood there in a neon orange bikini and a white lacy cover up. Here hair was back in a ponytail, putting her beautiful face out there front and center. I greeted her wearing only my white thong panties.

We both drank in the other as the door closed leaving us semi naked and alone. I wanted to grab her head and kiss her while the image of her picking me up and carrying me to my bedroom suddenly popped into my head.

Still staring at me, she breathed in through her nose. “Do I smell French toast?”

“Yes Ms. Smith.” Somehow calling her my Goddess when she was asking for food, didn’t seem right. What kind of Goddess need to eat? I thought to myself, if she spread her legs before me and offered me her cunt, then she would clearly be my Goddess.

She took off her coverup and handed it to me, as I drooled like a hungry carnivore over a beautiful hunk of meat. The top was strapless and cut down nicely, between her full breasts. Her stomach was flat and muscular, and her legs were firm smooth and beautifully ebony against the neon orange.

“You look hungry Lizzy, we should eat. I think you’re going to need to keep your strength up.” She smiled wickedly and strutted toward the table.

Her ass was trying to burst free from the neon orange triangle as she walked. And I was in complete agreement. I would gladly have passed on the French toast in favor of warm buns. I couldn’t wait to remove the bathing suit and service that amazing body again and again.

“What a great breakfast spread Lizzy. What’s that? You horny little slut!” She giggled, looking at the strapless.

“Yes, my Goddess. I’ve been thinking about this all night…”

“I would have thought after the way you came in Mr. Laurence’s room yesterday; you would have calmed down a little Lizzy.”

I blushed. “I don’t know how you do it My Goddess. No one’s ever made me cum so much and I just want more and more.” I said as I sat next to her and began filling her plate.

After I put butter, strawberries, and syrup on her French toast, I loaded her up with bacon. She laughed. “Lizzy Sweetie, I think you loaded me up for both of us. Come sit and help me eat this.” She said as she tapped her left thigh.

I sat astride her thigh. “Your little pussy is wet already Lizzy.” She said as her left hand moved around my waist.

I couldn’t help but wiggle myself against her a little as I began to cut the French toast and give her a bite. When I brought the second bite two her lips, she backed away.

“Your turn Lizzy,” she said softly.

As I took a bite, she slipped a finger into my panties and touched me softly. “Feels like a wet little oven down there Lizzy are you burning for me, my slut?”

I whined and panted. “Oh yes my Goddess. My pussy burns for you every day. I love how you touch me.” I began to rock my hips.

“Easy Lizzy, you may not cum till we clean this plate. You wouldn’t want me to leave because of your disobedience would you Lizzy?”

“Oh, not please, I’ll obey you, my Goddess.” I said, desperately wanting to cum already. Her finger kept in motion, and I tried to focus on the food.

“Good girl Lizzy, because this is going to be a good day for you. When we finish breakfast, I want you to take me to your bed…”

I let out a squeal as the thought of her in my bed nearly pushed me over the edge. I focused on the food, practically shoving it in her mouth and wolfing down a huge bite of my own.

“Easy Lizzy, best not to rush. Let’s enjoy this wonderful breakfast. Is that Earl Gray tea?” She asked happily.

“Yes, my goddess, I remembered.” I replied trying to focus on the food and not her fingers rubbing me slowly.

I somehow made it through, and the plate was empty. As I swallowed the last bite. I pleaded, “Can I take you to my bed now, my Goddess?”

“Don’t you want to clean this up first Lizzy?”

“I can get that later. I’m here to service you, My Goddess.” I said giving her my best puppy dog eyes.

You’re so cute, how can I deny you Lizzy? Grab your slut toys and take me to your bed, my pet.” Her finger finally retreated, and I led her quickly to my bedroom.

“Help me out of this Lizzy,” she commanded, and turned her back to me.

I threw the dildo and strap onto the bed, unhooked her top and let it drop. Then I dropped to the floor dragging my tongue down her spine as I removed the bottoms. Then, kneeling before her gorgeous ass, I moved in for a kiss but she turned to face me.

“On the bed Lizzy hands and knees and show me that tight little ass.” She smiled down at me.

I assumed the position, pressed my ass toward her and she gave it a good slap. It surprised me and I jumped and squeaked, in response.

“Damn I love that ass Lizzy,” she said as she slapped again. “That little sting in your ass makes you pussy tingle doesn’t it Lizzy?” Another slap made her point.

“Yes!” I yelled out.

She slapped it again, “It’s my little ass isn’t Lizzy?”

“Yes, my Goddess, I’m all yours!” I panted.

Then she yanked my panties down where they clung mid-thigh. She slapped both cheeks with both hands. “I’m gonna miss this someday Lizzy, but today, this body is all mine.” She reached between my legs and pulled her fingers up the length of my slit, then up my ass crack.

“Yes my Goddess,” I panted trying to fuck her hand as she teased me.

“I want these off,” She yanked my panties and I fell forward flat on the bed, letting her pull them off.

Then I spread my legs giving her full access.

“Look at you, spreading your soaked little cunt for me. Who would have guessed the arrogant little bitch that talked down to me was such an eager little fuck toy? Do you want me to fuck you, Fuck Toy?”

“Oh God, yes please! Fuck me my Goddess,” I begged.

“Turn over slut so you can wet me for the dildo.” She barked.

As soon as I turned over, she straddled my head and dropped to all fours like she was going to sixty-nine me. Her knees were planted outside my forearms, so I wrapped my arms around the front of her thighs, to reach around and caress her ass and thighs. I stared up at the neon pink pussy peeking through her dark labia and watched in wonder as she lowered herself toward my face.

“Spread your slutty little legs Lizzy and show that little slut cunt.” I did as ordered. “Damn, Lizzy, your dripping Sweetie.”

When her pussy made contact, I thrust my tongue between her lips and gripped her ass to pull her tight against me. Her whimpering moan caused me to hum into her pussy in response. Taisha held her upper body high and began to roll her hips rubbing her slit against my face. Her creamy nectar flooded my taste buds as she coated my face with her juices. My own pussy flooded as I pulled my heels to my ass and spread my knees till they touched the bed.

“You are a flexible little, huh, slut. Oh, Lizzy that feels so good. Haaaaa!”

Her hips rolled so smoothly and rhythmically; my pussy ached for her. I gyrated and thrust my pelvis skyward hoping she would drop down and reciprocate. Instead she rolled her hips a little faster content to fuck my face.

“Shit, that feels good, Lizzy. Oh yeah, use that slutty little tongue!” She whined long and loud and continued her rhythmic motion. “Such a good cunt licker,” She sighed.

I kept my tongue in motion as her warm silky labia rubbed their dripping softness against my skin. “Oh Lizzy!” She whimpered.

Desperately needing reciprocation, I began to rub myself. Her thighs were silky smooth against my face and as she rocked forward, I looked up her sexy back over her ebony globes. Then she slid back grinding herself on me, covering my eyes with her warm buns as my tongue wiggled and probed.

“Rub yourself off you fucking slut. Ah! Fuck Lizzy! Gonna make me come!”

She raised up and smashed my tits with her palms as she rode me harder. I held my tongue stiff, and her moans grew louder and higher, triggering my first orgasm of the day. My fingers rubbed feverishly as I struggled to keep my tongue in contact while my body spasmed beneath her.

My left hand gripped her ass and I felt it tighten and relax as she began to tremble, pushing harder on my chest. A rush of her hot cum flooded my face as my orgasm began to pass. Then, I felt her upper body rise and she pressed her hands against her thighs and howled at the ceiling. “Coming Lizzy!”

I continued to rub my own soaked pussy as her juices ran down my chin to my neck. And as I thought her orgasm had peaked her hips moved at lightning speed. Her screams were frantic and loud echoing through the house. Then she fell forward catching herself with one hand on my ribs and the other on my abdomen.

Her hips slowed but she rubbed herself from my chin to my forehead. “Oh God, Lizzy, don’t you fucking stop!”

I did as commanded and thrust my tongue out wiggling inside her as she slid back and forth. When I heard her response, I began to move my head with her trying to wiggle my tongue in deeper as she passed.

That made her push back up and begin her faster shorter grinding. She wailed loud and long as her body spasmed uncontrollably. The sound resembled crying, but her convulsing body made it clear her climax was back.

Hearing her sweet vulnerable cries of pleasure pushed me over the edge as I frantically rubbed my clit to another climax more powerful than the first while Taisha whimpered and came with me.

When she raised up off me, my body went limp, and I caught my breath. Taisha, on the other hand, was just getting started, she wiggled forward still straddling me. Stood up on her knees and prepared me for the next round.

“Put that cock in me Lizzy and strap it on. I’m gonna fuck you Like Tony and Mikey never did.”

My head still swimming, it took a moment to remember where I was, let alone the dildo.

I was able to bend my arm around her to grab it and slowly wiggled it into her, while looking at her naked ass. She was so wet from her cum and my saliva I was able to wiggle it in quite easily. Looking up to the shape of her back and shoulders over her curved ass was remarkably sexy as I attached the harness and buckled it around her thighs and waist.

Once it was secured, she looked back over her shoulder and smiled. “Turn it on Lizzy.”

When I pushed the button, she sang out. “Woo hoo!”

While I lay flat on my back, she stood up over me, giving me an underside view of the dildo protruding from her cunt. Next, she turned and lowered herself down to her knees. The hum grew louder as she approached, and she leaned forward, pushing the plastic cock to my lips. “Lube me you cock hungry little slut.”

I opened and took her in my mouth. The vibration on my tongue was a strangely exciting feeling. I began to suck her cock slowly and she quickly thrust it at me. “Suck it like you mean it Slut! I saw you suck the cum out of Mikey in ten seconds.”

That did bring back the memory of his rock-hard hot cock in my mouth for the first time. Despite my shame for being caught by Taisha, I sucked her hard and fast. “That’s better Sweetie. You really do like cock don’t you Lizzy?”

I nodded as I deepthroated the toy I hoped would soon be pounding me.

She pulled it back and walked slowly down my body, stopping to push it against my enflamed nipples, rubbing it up and down.

“I almost forgot how big and fuckable your nipples are Lizzy. I’ll never forget them rubbing my clit…”

She slid the cock slowly between them and on down my abdomen, while she moved her knees between my legs. The vibration on my exposed tummy made its way to my cunt as she slowly stretched out between my legs.

As the hum reached my bush, she kissed my neck, and I turned my head to expose it further for her. She slowly put more weight on me, breasts pressed together with her soft warm lips dancing on my neck.

The cock head slid past my bush and down the length of my cunt. My moans let her know I was ready, and she wasted no time pressing it against my wetness. I raised my knees aligning myself with the slightly curved plastic dick.

She whispered in my ear, “Are you ready for me Lizzy?”

“Yes please, I want you inside me, Ms. Smith.” I whimpered panting.

It pressed slowly in about a third of the ten inches, then slightly back out before going in two thirds. The next push was to the hilt as she kissed me with full probing tongue. The sensation was amazing. Those warm soft lips engulfed mine as the vibration washed through my pelvic region.

I gasped into her mouth as she began to pump slowly in and out. My hands gripped her gyrating ass digging into her buns with my fingers. When her mouth moved to my neck, I began to sing out.”

“Oh Ms. Smith, feels, so, good. I love having you inside me. Haaaaaaa!” My voice was high and loud.

She continued working my neck as the cock hummed inside me and my fingers clung to her glorious ass rolling rhythmically pushing the cock in and out.

“Please let me come my Goddess.” My desperation was obvious.

“Not yet my pet, I want to cum together again.” She whispered and nibbled my ear.

I nodded, but it was all too much. “Please pull it out I can’t stop. Your beautiful body against mine and your lips on me neck. I could cum without the cock inside me.”

“It’s ok Lizzy, let it out.” She said softly

I trembled and moaned, “Oh thank you Ms. Smith, I’m gonna cum for you.”

Taisha picked up the pace, as my claws gripped her ass.

“Are you a cock whore Lizzy?” She asked as she pressed her open mouth to my neck and wiggled her tongue.

Those nasty words set my clit ablaze and I let it out. I let it all out.

“Oh God yes! Huh! I’m a cock hungry slut and I need you to fuck me so hard!” I shouted pulling her ass harder against me with each thrust. “Fuck me like the nasty whore I am. I love your cock Ms. Smith, Oh God, I love your fucking cock!”

My legs flapped in the air trembling as the ten-inch dick filled me sending waves of pleasure throughout my lower body. “Pound my fucking cunt please!”

I think every premature ejaculation from every lip dick guy I dated, had built up inside of me and released that morning as that vibrating cock filled me and fucked me unceasingly. I think the neighbors heard the screams.

“Fuck! I’m cumming for you! Love, your, fucking, cock! Love, your, fucking, cock! Love, your, fucking, cock!”

Taisha’s hips rocked with mind boggling power and speed and as my climax began to recede, she fucked me all the harder. A second wave washed through me as her hips slammed my thighs. I rolled my head back and howled. The vibrating dick jolted my clit mercilessly and the climax returned with each powerful thrust. I released my death grip on her ass, slamming my fists on the bed from the intensity of my orgasm.

My arms flailed, wrapping around her not wanting to let her go, then slamming the bed as the orgasm was too much to take. Then clinging to her again. Finally, it was too much, and I wiggled free. “Oh fuck Ms. Smith that was…” I gasped for breath, and she rolled onto her side smiling at me.

The cock still vibrated inside her as she grinned. “Oh, we’re not done Lizzy. I’m gonna need you to put that pretty little ass in the air Sweetie.”

Looking at her with the ten-inch penis, hard and ready, I had no choice but to happily comply. The image of her pounding me doggy style with my face buried in the mattress had me going again and I assumed the position without hesitation. For the first time in my life there was a cock, I couldn’t outlast, and I was going to use it.

She positioned herself on her knees spread wide forcing my legs apart. “Such a cute tight little ass Lizzy. And look at the angry little cunt, it needs fucked hard, doesn’t it Lizzy.”

“Yes, my Goddess, I need you to fuck me hard. I wanna feel you cum with your cock inside me.”

She laid the cock in the crack of my ass and rubbed it against my “angry cunt”. I could feel my pussy engorged and imagined how red my labia must look after being thoroughly fucked already. The vibration sent a tickling tingle through me as I readied myself for another round.

She pushed the tip against me and wiggled it slowly in. “Oh Lizzy can you feel that vibration in your clit too?” I nodded with my forehead pressed to the mattress. “Feels so good Lizzy.”

Her hips rolled slowly pulling out to the tip and back in. “I love watching your hungry little cunt cling to the shaft as I pull it out, then swallow it all up.”

“Please, fill me up my Goddess. I want all of you.” I begged as she pushed it in deep.

Her hands squeezed my hips with her thumbs clinging to my buns. “This was such a good choice Lizzy, my pussy can feel that vibration so deep, but you must feel it all the way to those monster fucking nipples.”

I whimpered and nodded, as it seemed like my whole body vibrated when it was all the way in. Words can’t describe how liberating it made me feel to have my naked spread pussy in the air offering myself to her. All that mattered was pleasing her, I told myself. But in reality, I think I had much more selfish motives.

Her pace quickened and her moans got louder. “Oh fuck Lizzy, so fucking good.”

I nodded, leaning on my elbows, with my forehead on my wrists. “Fuck me Ms. Smith please fuck me like I need it.”

I buried my face in my palm and to muffle my own criess. I wanted to hear Taisha’s pleasure as she fucked me better than anyone ever had.

“You like being fucked like a horny little bitch, don’t you Lizzy?” She grunted as she began to slam against my ass.

I could only nod and whine. In my mind I screamed “Pound my fucking cunt!” But listened as her excitement grew.

She continued to grunt, “Oh, fuck! Liz, zy. AH! AH! AH!”

I could feel her start to shake as her orgasm built and quickly found myself on the edge with her.

“Coming Liz, zy Ah!” Her body quaked hard, and she nearly lost her balance.

I screamed into me hand as I came with her, when suddenly she pushed all the way in holding herself against me while her upper body jerked hard, over and over. Each spasm shooting a jolt through me as the plastic cock buzzed deep inside me. I imagined how hard her body was jerking as she came long and hard.

Finally she collapsed beside me on the bed. We panted together and caught our breath and I reached over to turn off the dildo.

“Thank you, Lizzy,” she gasped.

After a moment, she asked me to help her out of it, and rolled onto her side. I removed the straps and slipped it out. When she rolled back toward me, I began to lick her end clean, and much to my surprise she licked my end.

“You are dildo looking good, Lizzy.” She joked.

Then she took it and set it aside kissing me. I was moved by the tenderness in her kisses as she continued for several minutes before rolling onto her back and inviting me to nuzzle my head onto her should and wrap my body around hers.

“Such a shame this has to end Lizzy.” She sighed.

I raised my head up to speak and she put a finger to my lips to silence me.

“It’s ok Lizzy, I have a plan for you that I think you will like a lot. But we can talk about that later. Let’s just enjoy the moment, shall we?” She wrapped her arm around me and pushed my head back onto her shoulder and I nodded my compliance.

I lay there trying to understand what she meant as she casually drifted off to sleep. I stewed for a long while, wondering was this our last time together or was she speaking more metaphorically that nothing lasts forever.

What plan did she have form me? I could not grasp what that might be. Eventually, I calmed myself down and focused on the warmth of her body against mine and the calm steadiness of her breathing. I soon joined her in peaceful, satisfied sleep.

To Be continued.

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Sky plots how to seduce her MILF teacher with dick pics!

Futa Daughter’s Naughty Temptation

Chapter Eight: Futa-Daughter’s Naughty Pics

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Sky Marlow

I sat in Mr. Tate’s boring class thinking. Pondering. Plotting.

I had to figure out a way to fuck Mrs. Reyes, my math teacher, before my lunch break. That was when I had thought I would do it. But, of course, my mother had to find and seduce a virgin for me to fuck. She was obsessed with keeping me from having any fun with married MILFs.

So what if they were married?

I would give them a big treat. A huge futa-dick fucking into their cunts would be just the thing they needed. Their husbands couldn’t compete with what I was packing in my panties. The big clit-dick that Spice the Futa-Demon had given me was irresistible.

Even my own mother hadn’t been able to resist, and before she’d become a virgin-obsessed futa, she’d been the most repressed, uptight woman in the world. I swear she only had sex maybe twice: her wedding night and the night she conceived me. Both times with my dad who had ended up leaving her for a woman who would have sex.

So I knew I could seduce Mrs. Reyes. But when would I fuck her?

I had my bestest best friend in the world in Mrs. Reyes’s class. Natalie was also my mother’s sex slave. She’d tattle on me, a horrifying thought. I glanced at Natalie. She was staring down at her phone.

“I knew Aoi was a virgin,” Natalie whispered so low that Mr. Tate couldn’t hear. “Mmm, you’re getting cherry pie for lunch.”

“Yep,” I said, not having to fake my excitement. I mean, it wasn’t like I didn’t enjoy popping Georgia’s virginity yesterday. I just wanted MILFs more. Married MILFs. That was what was hot.

Plus, my mom was just trying to control me. She was jealous that I wanted to fuck other MILFs. She had totally cock-blocked me from fucking Mrs. Matthews, the reverend’s wife, last night. I wouldn’t let that stand.

Mrs. Matthews would be mine.

And so would Mrs. Reyes.

So how could I do it? What technique could I use to get in Mrs. Reyes’s panties? There had to be something. Some awesome technique I could employ. Some sultry and hot and naughty idea that would melt her bones. I bit my lip, my cunt on fire. The heat rippled through my body as I squirmed here in class.

I needed a way to communicate to Mrs. Reyes that I had a big dick that would make her married pussy explode in ecstasy without Natalie catching on. Mrs. Reyes’s math class was next. Natalie and I had almost the same schedule. Four out of six classes together. After Mrs. Reyes, I had Mr. Claes’s biology class. But Natalie didn’t. She had social studies. Then came lunch.

Could I…?

Okay, okay, but how to get Mrs. Reyes’s attention. It wasn’t like I could flash her in the middle of class. I bit my lip. What else could I do? Arrange for her to see me fucking Natalie or something? That didn’t seem likely. Where would I fuck Natalie that Mrs. Reyes could watch us and no one else? And if Natalie realized Mrs. Reyes was watching us, she might get suspicious.

I bit my lip. I needed something else. Some way to show her my dick that would be undetectable to Natalie. Something between just the teacher and me. I chewed on my lip and then stared down at my phone.

The picture of Aoi Suzihara naked, bent over a table, with my mother parting her pussy folds to show off the girl’s hymen and my futa-mom’s jizz leaking out of her asshole was still on my screen. There was a text from my mom promising me excitement and…

My plan crystallized in my mind.

I squirmed in my seat at this burst of excitement. I had such a great idea. A naughty plan. So, when could I take the pictures? Natalie would be all over me on the way to Mrs. Reyes. If I tried to sneak off, she’d join me thinking we were up to some naughty hanky-panky.

“Are you okay?” asked Natalie.

“What?” I asked.

“You’re squirming around like you have the squirts or something,” Natalie whispered.

It hit me, and I shot my hand in the air.

“Uh… Sky?” asked Mr. Tate.

“Can I use the restroom,” I said, putting a breathy pleading into my voice. “It’s sort of an emergency.”

“Oh, sure, sure,” he said.

I bolted to my feet and walked through the class, clenching my butt-crack tight to give that urgency to my step. Natalie didn’t follow. She must have bought it. This was perfect. I burst out of the classroom and darted for the nearest restroom. I raced down the hallway and slammed into the bathroom door.

Operation Dick Pic was in effect.

Operation Dick Pic! chortled through my thoughts. Spice approved. I love it. That’s so amazing. You are a clever girl. We’re going to stick it to your mom.

Literally, I thought back. I’m going to literally stick it to my mom at some point today.

My clit throbbed as I set my phone on the counter. Then I ripped off my blouse and threw it down next to my phone. The odds of being caught were slim but it was worth it. My small breasts jiggled, topped by pink nipples. My blonde hair danced around my face in the reflection. I was nineteen and sultry, a hungry predator on the prowl.

I then dropped my skirt. I wasn’t wearing panties on underneath, my shaved slit on display, nice and tight. Like I was a virgin, but I wasn’t. There was nothing virginal about me. I admired myself in the mirror, my green eyes flashing.

Then I spun around and wiggled my rump. I smacked my ass, the stinging sound echoing through the bathroom. It was such a wonderful delight to hear. I loved it. I smacked both my hands down on my ass, loving the way the sound echoed through the room.

“Yes,” I purred, wiggling my rump at the mirror while admiring my butt over my shoulder. “Mmm, that’s a great ass.”

Careful, Spice said. She appeared in the mirror, a busty, young demon with huge tits topped by pierced nipples connected by a chain. She had red hair and cute, black horns that peeked out of her tresses. Spreading from her back were black demon wings and she had a matching tail with the spade tip that swished behind her. You don’t have forever.

She was right.

I’m always right!

I rolled my eyes and turned around. I picked up my phone and aimed it at the mirror to capture my reflection and hit record, a sultry smile on my lips. My right hand trailed down my flat stomach as I let my bud sprout.

My clit grew into a dick. The pink nub swelled forward, thrusting out of my tight folds. It grew thicker. Longer. This big and throbbing shaft that would fuck into Mrs. Reyes’s pussy before the lunch period started.

I grabbed it, letting the shaft fill my hand as the video recorded. I licked my lips and stroked the growing shaft. Shivers of delight ran down my shaft every time I reached the pinnacle. It was such a delicious feeling. A wonderful delight that had my cunt on fire. I wiggled my hips, my snatch on fire. Juices ran down my thighs.

Then I reached my full girth. My thumb stroked over the pink, spongy tip, smearing the precum around it. The crown gleamed as I pulled my hand away. I let the footage record for a few more seconds, my futa-cock throbbing before me.

I winked.

Ended the recording.

Spice stroked her futa-cock in the reflection. Then she ducked her head down and pretend to suck on the tip of my cock. It was a pity that I couldn’t feel her doing that for real. My pussy clenched, this heat rushing through me.

“Now, for some selfies,” I said.

I spun around and set on the edge of the counter. I spread my right leg wide, my futa-cock thrusting out of the folds of my pussy. I arched my back and held my phone above my head wishing I had a selfie stick on hand to get an even better shot.

I pursed my lips in a cute duck face and snapped the photo.

Then I got a nice close up of my futa-dick thrusting from the folds of my pussy. The flash strobed. I spun around and then snapped one of me in the mirror, hand on my cock and winking at the camera.

I took ten pics in total. That, with my video, was how I would seduce Mrs. Reyes. And I would do it without my “bestest” friend even noticing. It super, duper sucked that I couldn’t confide in her. She would be all over this plan.

She would find it hot.

I sighed and let my futa-cock shrink. It grew smaller and smaller, dwindling into a little clit-dick. I shuddered as it vanished. Then I drew in a deep breath. I had to just accept that I couldn’t trust her. It sucked.

But that was life sometimes.

“You can be such a cunt sometimes, Mom,” I muttered.

That’s right. You should just stop listening to her. Why let her control you at all. Why play this dumb game with her.

I blinked at that. Why was I playing this dumb game? I was nineteen. I could leave home. She had been controlling me all my life. It was why I had jumped into sex so much. At first, it was all about sticking it to her behind her back. Then I just came to like being a slut.

So why was I sticking around?

I didn’t know.

My cock shrank back down into a little clit—which was hard when I hadn’t come with it. Could a futa suffer from blue balls or something? Not that I had balls. Blue ovaries? I felt that ache deep in me to cum as I dressed.

Then I headed back to Mr. Tate’s class. I clutched my phone as I headed down the hallway. I re-entered the class. The teacher nodded at me. People were glancing at me, triggering a faint tinge of embarrassment to run through me.

It wasn’t like I wanted people thinking I had some sort of bathroom emergency.

Natalie gave me this look of concern. “Feel better.”

I nodded as I took my seat, gripping my phone. “Just… I’m not sure what that was. Just… you know.”

She nodded. “Maybe you should see the nurse.”

My clit throbbed. The school nurse was a MILF. I had seen her a few times. A Black woman with big tits. That was a possibility. I couldn’t remember her name, but I bet she would be just perfect for me to seduce.

“I’ll go let your mom know,” added Natalie.

“I don’t need the nurse,” I muttered. Mom was the school’s secretary. She was way, way too close to where the nurse’s office lay. My mom would have to check in on me. “I’m fine. I feel much better. Thank you.”

Natalie beamed at me.

God, she was being such a cock-blocking bitch right now. I stared ahead. Why was I letting Mom control me so much? I could just go. Find a MILF to take care of me. Be my sugar momma. I would fuck her with my big dick all the time. Fuck her friends. Fuck all the sexy and mature women. I didn’t need this, but…

This dread rippled through me at the thought of abandoning my mother.

I could have gone to live with Dad when I turned fourteen, but I had chosen to stay with Mom. I didn’t understand it then, either. My emotions were all so confusing. I closed my eyes and took a few calming breaths.

I had to regain my equilibrium.

It wasn’t long before class ended. I shuddered and grabbed my purse and backpack. I stood up, ready to implement Operation Dick Pic into full force. I hummed with my excitement as Natalie fell in line with me.

“Mmm, you know who’s in our next class?” asked Natalie.

“Uh… Heather,” I said, racking my brains at who was in the class with us.

“Yep, Heather,” said my friend. “Mmm, I bet she’s a virgin.”

“Maybe,” I said, swallowing. Mom couldn’t keep distracting me with virgins forever. She was mad if she thought that was a plan.

We left the classroom and, to my shock, Aoi was waiting for me. The Japanese girl dressed in a tartan skirt that would be sexy on her if it didn’t fall nearly to her ankles. Her blouse was crisp and white, fitting loose about her. She had glasses on her delicate face, her black hair a little mussed.

“Your mother asked me to give you these,” she said and then shoved a pair of panties into my hand. They were striped teal-and-white. “I’m looking forward to having lunch with you.”

“Mmm, I know I can’t wait,” Natalie said.

“Yes,” I said, my dick throbbing. Then I ducked in and kissed her on the lips right there in the hallway. A few guys wolf-whistled.

Aoi blushed, her cheeks darkening in such a cute fashion. She was definitely a virgin. My dick throbbed. Part of me wanted to drag her to the bathroom and fuck her right here and now. Deny my mother the chance to see me deflower her.

But Mrs. Reyes… I had to seduce her.

“Lunch,” I told Aoi when I broke the kiss, my pussy molten. Juices ran down my thighs. My lust for the girl held no bounds. I wanted to pin her against the wall and just ravish her right here, right now. It would be just perfect.

“Lunch,” she said and scurried off.

“Damn, I like watching her leave,” Natalie said, hooking my arm with hers. “Doesn’t she have a cute ass. Especially dripping with your mother’s futa-cum. God, that was a hot pic.”

“Yes, it was,” I said, the panties in my hand. I held them up to my nose and breathed in. A tart musk filled my nose. “She does smell delicious.

My friend leaned in and sniffed. “Yes.”

I shoved the panties in my pocket, an idea forming in my mind. Something I hadn’t considered. I hummed my delight as Natalie and I headed to Mrs. Reyes’s math class. Juices ran down my thighs like my pussy was a leaky faucet. The tangy musk of my aroma filled my nose.

“God, you are excited,” Natalie moaned. “I can smell you. Mmm, I want to eat out your cunt.”

“No time,” I said. “We’ll be late.”

“And?” she asked.

“And would my mother be happy about that?” I reminded her.

“Oh, shit, right,” she said, blushing. “This is so different being a good girl for your mother. But I’m down for it.”

“Why?” I asked as we kept walking. “If it’s futa-cock you want, I have plenty.”

“But she’s a MILF.” A shiver ran through her. “A mommy. It’s so much hotter with her. She controlled me. Disciplined me. She treated me like a daughter should be treated. And I don’t mean the sex stuff. She didn’t want to be my best friend. Didn’t let me do whatever I wanted. She’s everything my mother’s not.”

I blinked at that. “You sound like you’re in love or something.”

“Or something.” She smiled. “I hope you don’t mind sharing your mom with me. I’m her honorary daughter. Like Georgia. You should date her. The preacher’s daughter as your girlfriend would freak her parents out.”

“Yes, it would,” I said, frowning. Georgia was in my math class. “Let’s sit by her.” Other ideas danced in my head.

“Nice!” Natalie moaned.

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

Madeline Marlow

“Dropped off the panties,” Aoi’s text message read. “Sky seemed really eager for lunch. She even kissed me. She’s so pretty. I can’t wait for her to deflower my pussy.”

I smiled as I sat at the school’s secretary’s desk. Lunch would be amazing. I had the perfect place to have it. There was an empty classroom on the second floor. It wasn’t being used at the moment. There was some debate over what to do with it.

I had the key.

I hummed in delight, my pussy on fire. Deflowering of Aoi’s pussy would be so amazing.

“Sky is so eager to sit by Georgia in Mrs. Reyes’s class,” sent Natalie. “She’s a gorgeous MILF, so I was a little worried that Sky would try something. You know, backslide, but I don’t think she would. I think she plans on flirting with Georgia. She seems really excited to date her.”

I sighed in delight at reading this happy news.

Grace’s face appeared in my phone’s reflection. The petite, if mature, angel bit her lip. She was a worrier. I smiled at her and thought, See, everything is working out. My daughter will start dating Georgia. They’ll fall in love, get married, have babies. It’ll be wonderful. She won’t be fucking any MILFs.

Yes, it is working, Grace said. But Spice is devious.

She has nothing on a naughty futa-mommy.

Maybe…

Grace always was so doubtful. But I would show her. I just had… two hours until lunch. I sighed. I had work to do. I used to have no problem sitting here, but now my body was so alive. So aware of what it could enjoy. Sky had awakened me from a lifetime of repression.

It was hard to control that. But I would. I picked up the phone and answered in my bright voice.

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

Sky Marlow

“Hey, Georgia,” I said, sitting down beside her. She was in the middle of the classroom.

She blushed as she glanced at me, her fair cheeks coming so alive with the color. She squirmed in her seat, clearly pleased by the attention. Natalie sank down on the other side of me, this approving smile on her lips.

Approving. She was thrilled I was picking a partner. Neither of us dated in the past. Didn’t believe in dating. We just hooked up. Fucked guys or girls that caught our eye. My mother’s tendrils had poisoned my best friend. It was all so insidious.

Like some sort of sexy horror movie.

Invasion of the futa-pod-people or something. Well, that did sound pretty sexy.

Mrs. Reyes was getting ready to teach upfront. I opened my textbook and slipped my phone down, ready to send her the ten dick pics and then the video. I had it all worked out in my mind. What I would say. Now, I would see if she responded. This would be perfect. Amazing. My pussy was drooling just thinking about the naughty fun I would have with my teacher.

“Okay, okay,” Mrs. Reyes said. “Calm down.”

“Are you going to be okay for today’s lesson?” Georgia asked. “We never got to do that studying last night. We got… distracted.”

“Yeah, I just came over to your house to have sexy fun,” I said.

“With me?” she asked, her eyes so wide.

I smiled. “Yeah. With you. We definitely should do it again. Say—”

“Miss Marlow, you can chat about boys with Miss Matthews after class,” Mrs. Reyes said, her Latina accent growing thick for a moment. “We have to talk about trigonometry today. Are you ready for that?”

“Nope,” I said, my fingers typing on my phone. “But fire away.”

Mrs. Reyes shook her head as she began talking about all this boring stuff while pointing at triangles on the screen. There were three different types. Why? Because nerdy people like to make the world as complicated as possible.

But it gave me the chance to start sending my texts.

“Look at this big clit-dick I have for you, Mrs. Reyes,” the first one went, captioned with that pic of me leaning against the counter, my legs spread wide. I hit send. Her phone was on her desk. I could see it vibrate slightly, shifting on the wood.

Mrs. Reyes kept lecturing. “So that brings us to the right-angle triangle. It has one corner that is always 90 degrees and since a triangle’s corners always add up to what, class?”

“180 degrees!” Georgia said excitedly. “So the other two angels have to equal 90 degrees and since it’s a right angle triangle, they both have to be equal. So 45 degrees.”

“Excellent,” Mrs. Reyes said.

“Yes, that’s right, I have a clit-dick and a pussy,” I captioned the next pic. The closed up one.

“I bet your pussy is getting so wet right now,” I captioned the third pic, a saucy one with my fingers buried into my twat.

“I know mine is,” captioned the fourth pic. It was me bent over and showing my futa-cock dangling between my thighs, my ass looking hot in the reflection of the mirror.

“So it’s easy to know how to figure out the angels on a right triangle, but it can be harder on the others.” She smiled. “But if you know two of them, you can figure out the third. Easy stuff. But now is where it gets interesting. The dimensions of the triangle. How long the lines are is affected by the angle of the triangle. This is where trigonometry comes into play.”

This did not sound fun. “Look at me right now and now that I have a big futa-dick that can fuck your married pussy until you explode,” I captioned the fifth picture.

“I’ll pump away at you. Fuck you. Have you ever seen a dick as big as mine?” captioned the sixth one, a straight down shot of my cock with my fingers spread from thumb at the base to my pinky in an attempt to reach the tip. I fell short.

“No, you haven’t,” I captioned the seventh.

“So this brings us to those buttons you’ve seen on your scientific calculator apps. Sine, cosine, and tangent. These let us figure out all sorts of properties of triangles so long as we know a few basics. It can be hard at first, but you’ll pick it up. I have complete faith in all your abilities!”

For the eighth pic, I typed: “You’re a math teacher. You have got to know just how much volume my futa-dick has. So you know that you’re going to have that pussy stretched out like never before.”

“We’ll start with sine,” Mrs. Reyes said, writing on the chalkboard.

“I know you’re soaking your panties right now,” I captioned with the ninth pic.

“Now, since this is turning you on, go to the bathroom and watch the video I’m about to send you. Enter the last stall. Leave your panties behind if you want to hook up next period. I’ll fuck your brains out.” I sent that with the final pic of me looking so cute and adorable, my small breasts quivering, my futa-dick thrusting out hard before me.

I smiled as she began explaining how we had to calculate sine. It was truly the most mind-numbing thing in the world. Which sucked as I had a wet pussy and a throbbing clit. I crossed my legs tight, putting pressure on my throbbing bud wanting to sprout into a dick. I shuddered, the heat swelling and swelling in me. I wanted her to go for her phone.

To see my text messages.

Georgia and a few other students were giving input as I squirmed. I was so horny. So wet. My tangy musk filled my nose. Natalie was discretely playing on her phone instead of paying attention to the boring stuff going on.

“Okay, turn to page 104 and work on the problems there,” said Mrs. Reyes. She headed to her desk. “If you have any questions, ask. Miss Matthews, I’m sure Miss Marlow and Miss Tailor are completely lost, so help them out.”

“Yep, I’m lost,” Natalie said.

“I will, Mrs. Reyes,” Georgia said, glancing at me.

“Yeah, completely lost,” I said and shuddered as Mrs. Reyes picked up her phone. She swiped the screen. Her brow furrowed. I had her number, of course. Teachers often sent out text message reminders to us on homework and even could send us updates to it.

So annoying.

Her eyes bulged. She shot me a look. I smiled at her, sitting up straight. She shot her gaze back down to her phone. Her jaw dropped. Her chair creaked as she squirmed. Students were talking, helping each other through the problems.

Oblivious to the dick pics I had sent Mrs. Reyes. To the effect they were having on the MILF teacher. She kept scrolling down and down. Her eyes wide. She licked her lips, staring at her phone. Then she shot her gaze to me again.

I winked at her.

She swallowed. She looked around. She looked down at her phone again. I loved the sight. This was so hot. My pussy clenched with excitement as she stared at all my naughty futa-dick pics. She scrolled down her phone to the end and swallowed.

She glanced at me. Shot down to her phone. Then back at me.

“Okay, Sky, do you see how this works,” Georgia asked me, drawing my attention to her.

I glanced at her notebook. “I really, really don’t. How did you get that number from that?”

“By using the sine function on my calculator,” she said, holding up her phone with its calculator app running.

“Okay,” I said, pressing my thighs tight.

“I have to use the restroom,” Mrs. Reyes said. “Keep working.”

She stood up. I hit send on the final text message, just the video of my transformation. My heart pounded in my chest. This was it. This was what would throw her over the edge. She would have to have me after she witnessed how sexy my cock was.

She strode out of the room, her ass swaying in her skirt. I tried not to watch. Instead, I leaned closer to Georgia and said, “You really, really have to explain this to me. I need to get it.”

“We can have another study date,” she said. “At your place.”

“Sure you just don’t want to come over and fuck my mother again?” I asked.

Her cheeks pinked. “Well… I mean, you and her are both so exciting. I know it’s sinful, but I just can’t help it.”

“I’m just teasing. Although, we could go to a coffee shop. You know, have a proper study date.” An idea popped into my head. A way to get to her mother. Mrs. Matthews would be mine. This would be wonderful. “What do you say?”

“Really?” She blushed. “I’d… I’d like that. Daddy won’t let me date boys, but he doesn’t know what you are.”

“That’s right,” I said and took her hand. “We’re going to have some fun, aren’t we?”

She nodded.

Mrs. Reyes came back into the classroom five minutes later. She looked flushed, her hair a little mused, her skirt a little wrinkled. Her hands had the gleam of just being washed. She glanced at me and then quickly sat down.

“Mrs. Reyes, can I use the restroom,” I asked.

“You can, Miss Marlow,” she said quickly.

“Again?” whispered Natalie to me. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I whispered and headed to the restroom.

There, in the last stall, was the MILF’s panties. They were a pair of bronze, silk delights. I picked them up and inhaled them. I breathed in deeply and shuddered at the sweet scent that spilled over my nose. It was wonderful. Intoxicating. A heady rush swept through me that had my cunt clenching.

I smiled in delight, so eager for what was to come next period.

I whipped out my phone. “I have Mr. Claes next period. Pull me out for whatever reason and I’ll fuck your brains out.”

“Yes!” was her reply.

I peed, wiped my juicy pussy, and headed back to the classroom with two pairs of panties in my purse. I hummed as I sat down and let Georgia walk me through the problem while Natalie smirked and no doubt reported on me back to my mother.

Perfect. Operation Dick Pic was a success.

When the period ended, I felt Mrs. Reyes’s hot eyes on me. I didn’t look at her. didn’t acknowledge her presence. Georgia and Natalie parted ways, but not before Georgia gave me a hug and a quick kiss on my lips. The warmth of her fleeting lips lingered.

I smiled as she darted off.

I hummed as I headed to Mr. Claes’s class. I slunk in and leaned down in my chair. The teacher was eating an apple as we walked in. He was a gross guy. There was only a handful of male teachers at the college, and he was the ugliest. He had such hairy arms and his hair was always so greasy. I shuddered at how much product he must use to make it like that.

Or maybe he didn’t use any product and was just a slimeball.

“Okay, okay,” he said as the period started. “We—”

The door opened and Mrs. Reyes’s head popped in. “Sorry, Bill, but I need to borrow Miss Marlow for a project. Is that okay?”

“Again?” he muttered.

I blinked at that. Again? What did that mean?

“Take her,” he said.

I stood up, my pussy on fire. The sexy Mrs. Reyes awaited me in her gray pencil skirt, her dark nylons cladding her legs. She must have had to take those off to remove her panties. I shuddered, so eager to tear through them to get at her married pussy. Her wedding band gleamed on her left hand, standing out against her golden-brown flesh.

“Mrs. Reyes,” I cooed smoothly as I stepped past her. As she closed the door, I asked, “Whatever do you need my help for?”

“You know exactly what, hermafrodita puta!”

“I’m a futa,” I said. “Futanari. Though hermafrodita does sound sexy. And, yes, I am a slut. A whore. A naughty, wicked puta that wants to fuck your cunt hard.”

She marched ahead of me at a brisk pace, her flats slapping on the floor. I followed after, admiring that ass, my clit throbbing. She moved like she was marching off to battle. She had such a stride. It was sexy. I loved it. Made my dick throb and ache as I struggled to keep up with her.

She threw open the door to her classroom and whirled around. “Show me! Show me that I’m not crazy. That you didn’t do some video-editing to make it look like you have a cock.”

“You think I deep-faked it or something, huh?” I asked, remembering thinking the same thing when I saw Spice’s naughty video appear on my phone. “Sure!”

I popped off my top and bared my breasts. She stared at them, this look of hunger sweeping over her face. Her hips wiggled back and forth. Her breasts swelled her purple blouse while her dark eyes locked on my titties. I massaged my itty bitty boobies, loving that she was getting turned on.

But this wasn’t what she had come here to enjoy.

I wiggled out of my skirt and let it fall down my thighs. It whisked off and puddled down around my feet. My naked pussy came into view. I plopped my ass on the nearest desk, threw my legs wide, and felt the folds of my cunt part. My clit was in plain view.

I winked at her and let it sprout.

She gasped as my futa-cock swelled. She leaned down to get a better look at it as it blossomed thicker and longer. Her left hand grabbed it, the diamond sparkling on her wedding band. Her knees buckled. She fell to her knees before me.

“Madre de Dios,” she breathed. “It’s real. And you’re still growing. You’re huge.”

“Yep.”

Then she swallowed my futa-cock. I gasped at the feel of her hot mouth over my cock. I groaned as she suckled on me. My pussy clenched from the hunger of her nursing. This was so hot. I loved it. I shuddered, my body quivering. My heart pounded in my chest as she worshiped my girl-cock. She suckled on me with such passion.

She bobbed her head, working her lips up and down my cock. Her left hand stroked my dick as she suckled with all her hunger. It was incredible. I groaned, my pussy clenching. Then her right hand rubbed at my folds, exploring my texture.

She thrust her middle and ring finger into my twat.

I gasped, “Mrs. Reyes!”

Her digits reamed me out while she suckled with hunger on my girl-dick. My toes curled at how incredible this was. I was so turned on. After taking my dick pics and teasing her in class, I was on fire. Primed to explode.

I wanted to enjoy this blowjob longer, I did. We had an hour to have fun before I had to meet up with my mom and Aoi. My toes curled. I shuddered, my face contorting in bliss. My futa-dick quivered in her mouth.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, Mrs. Reyes. You naughty teacher!”

She thrust her fingers in and out of my cunt. She buried them in deep. She wiggled them around in me. I groaned, my hair dancing from side to side. My small breasts quivered. I groaned, my orgasm building so fast. My ovaries tightened.

She suckled, her mouth working up and down my cock. Her fingers stimulated my cunt. Those naughty digits sent delight racing up to the tip of my futa-dick. Her tongue stroked around my naughty crown while her left hand fisted the base.

It was too much. She was too sexy with her black hair and golden-brown skin. An exotic beauty. “Mrs. Reyes! Fuck!”

I came.

My pussy convulsed around her digits. My futa-cum fired out of my dick. Spurt after spurt of my salty jizz pumped into her mouth. I bucked at the intense, dual pleasures that slammed through my body. Waves of ecstasy. Jolts of euphoria. A storm of rapture swept over my mind.

She gulped down my cum while her fingers reamed out my cunt. She swallowed down every drop of jizz that was in me. She sucked it all down with hunger. It was incredible to enjoy. I loved every second of it.

“Mrs. Reyes!” I gasped as I hit the peak of my pleasure. “Oh, Mrs. Reyes, that’s awesome. You’re awesome. Fuck, yes!”

I shuddered, the pleasure that wreathed my body was incredible. I loved every moment of it. I savored every last second of the bliss that blazed through my mind. I groaned at how delicious it was. How fantastic.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. “Oh, my god, that’s amazing. That was the best.”

She slid her mouth off of me, cum and drool running down her chin. She licked her lips and ripped her fingers out of my pussy. She stared at them covered in my tangy juices. Then she stared up at me. “You have both. This is amazing.”

“I know,” I said. “Now strip. Let me see that body!”

She shuddered and then she attacked the buttons of her blouse. The sexy, Latina teacher ripped open the front of it. A black sports bra constrained her large tits. She threw her blouse to the floor and then peeled off the bra. I grabbed her tits in my ivory fingers as they spilled out. MILF boobs. I groaned and ducked my head down, sucking on one.

She gasped as I nursed on her nipple. My tongue danced around it. I closed my eyes, savoring how wonderful this was. There was something so hot about sucking on a MILF’s nipple. On my futa-mother’s fat nub. So relaxing and comforting.

“Miss Marlow,” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s so naughty. Let me just… just take my skirt and pantyhose off.”

I popped my mouth off her right nipple and, on my way to engulf the left, moaned, “Leave on the pantyhose.

I engulfed her nipple.

She shuddered and dropped her skirt. It whisked down her legs to the floor. I shuddered at how that made my futa-dick throb. I nursed on her nipple, loving that she was now naked. Mostly. She had that pussy I wanted to devour. To feast on. My futa-cock ached to fuck her.

I popped off my nub and moaned, “Bend over a desk. I want to fuck you from behind. I want to pound that married cunt and make you cum harder than your husband ever has.”

“Yes!” she moaned, her voice so thick and throaty.

That made me smile. My futa-cock throbbed. I was so ready to tear up her pussy. To ram into her and make her cum hard. It would be incredible to make her howl. I licked my lips, my futa-dick throbbing and aching.

She went to the desk and bent over it. Her rump aimed right at me. It was such a naughty sight to witness. My clit-dick throbbed as her pantyhose hugged her ass. I fell to my knees behind her and grabbed at her nylons. I ripped them open.

A black bush appeared, her sweet musk filling my nose. With a growl, I buried my face into her curls. Her silky strands whisked over my face. Then I found her hot cunt and lapped at her. I licked my tongue up her married snatch and made her whimper.

“Miss Marlow!” she groaned.

“Mrs. Reyes!” I groaned back.

I licked and lapped my tongue through her folds. My fingers squeezed her ass through her nylons. Her sweet juices soaked my taste buds. I reveled in them. They were so delicious to enjoy. I swirled my tongue through her folds. I licked and lapped at her with hunger. I feasted on her with all the passion that I possessed.

I swirled my tongue through her snatch. I enjoyed the flavor of her cunt. I enjoyed how good she tasted. How wonderful. My tongue danced through her folds, stroking her married flesh. She gasped, her butt-cheeks squeezing beneath my fingers.

“You naughty hermafrodita,” she moaned.

“Futa,” I corrected.

“Such a wicked, naughty hermafrodita puta! Seducing your teacher. Sending her dick pics. You are so bad.”

My fingers dug into her nylon-clad rump. “So bad, Mrs. Reyes. That’s why I’m going to do this!”

I sucked on her clit.

She gasped, her silky bush rubbing on my lips and cheek. Her sweet musk filled my nose. That wonderful flavor seasoned the air. I reveled in it while I nursed on her bud. My lips nibbled on it. I groaned, juices running down my chin.

My tongue danced around her clit. I loved stroking her. I savored playing with her. She was such a treat to enjoy. I fluttered my tongue around her bud. I loved how she gasped and moaned. She made such sweet noises. The pleasure was such a delight to hear.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, you naughty hermafrodita. I came so fast in the bathroom watching your video. Seeing your clit turn into a dick. And now… now… I want your cock in my pussy. I want you to fuck me, Miss Marlow. Pound me!”

Pussy cream gushed out of her twat.

I groaned and drank down the flood, savoring all her wonderful pussy juices. She tasted so good. Such a treat for me to enjoy. I groaned, gulping down the flood of cream. It spilled over my chin and ran down my throat.

My futa-dick throbbed as I swallowed the MILF’s passion. My tongue thrust into her married pussy, feeling her walls convulsing. My cock ached in envy. I had to fuck her. I had to pound into her right now.

“¡Si! ¡Si!” she howled. “¡Hermafrodita !”

“I’m going to fuck that cunt so hard, Mrs. Reyes!” I moaned and rose, my futa-cock throbbing before me. I gripped her hips, pussy cream spilling over my chin. I aimed at her married pussy, so ready for this.

I beat my futa-mother again.

I rammed my cock to the hilt in Mrs. Reyes’s cunt. I sank to the hilt in her, reveling in that wonderful pussy clenching about me. It was amazing to experience my third MILF’s cunt. Mom, Mrs. Spencer, and now Mrs. Reyes.

Such delight rippled through me.

My cunt clenched as I reveled in the teacher’s married twat squeezing about me. My tip drank in the silky flesh. The friction sent bliss rushing through me. I could just spend the rest of my life with my dick buried in the MILF’s pussy.

But I had to fuck her.

Fuck her hard! Spice cheered in my mind.

I drew back my cock. Mrs. Reyes moaned, her pussy clinging to my huge shaft. Her back arched and her twat clamped down around me. The friction was incredible, shooting bliss down to my cunt. I smiled and then thrust in hard.

I buried to the hilt in her. I slammed deep into her snatch. I reveled in being buried to the hilt in her wonderful twat. I savored that amazing pussy squeezing around me. My crotch smacked into her pantyhose-clad rump.

“Oh, Miss Marlow!” she groaned, her head tossing. “That dick. That big cock. ¡Hermafrodita! That’s incredible.”

“I know,” I panted as I pumped away at her. “Ooh, yes, yes, you’re going to have my ovaries spurting.

Already, the pressure built and built as I pumped away at her snatch. I drove my cock into her hot flesh, reveling in her twat. She squeezed her cunt around me. She held me with such a tight snatch. I shuddered, my pussy coming closer and closer to melting.

Juices ran down my legs as I pounded the MILF’s cunt. I buried deep and hard into her. I fucked her with passion. I reveled in the tightness of her snatch. I savored this amazing moment. This was great. An incredible delight to enjoy.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” I gasped, my dick throbbing in her cunt. “Mrs. Reyes!”

“Fuck me!” she moaned, humping back into me. Her hands gripped the desk. “Your cock is amazing, Miss Marlow. Just fantastic. ¡Mierda!”

I grinned as I fucked her with passion. I rammed to the hilt in her. I buried my cock deep and hard into her cunt. her pussy squeezed about me. This wonderful pleasure swelled and swelled at the peak of my dick. I groaned, so close to exploding.

So close to bursting in her cunt.

I shuddered, the pressure reaching that peak as I slammed into her. I groaned, my pussy so hot. My ovaries tight. Her moans echoed through her classroom. I rammed my cock into her married snatch with all my passion.

Her plump booty jiggled in her dark nylons every time I slammed into her. The rip slowly spread across her right asscheek. I shuddered, her MILF pussy squeezing about my cock as I drove hard into her. I buried to the hilt in her, savoring that wonderful snatch clenching about me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Mrs. Reyes!”

“¡Hermafrodita puta!”

Her pussy went wild around my cock. I savored the feel of my teacher’s pussy writhing about me. That Latina hottie sucked at my cock as I drew back. I reveled in her hot grip about my dick. That wonderful sheath sucked at me. Brought me closer and closer to cumming.

I hammered into her convulsing depths. My small titties quivering. My boobs jiggled from the impact of driving into her. I fucked into her with passion. I buried every inch of my girl-dick into her snatch and did it with a smile on my lips.

A big grin at the delight that this generated. I groaned, my cunt on fire, my pussy dripping juices down my thighs. The married MILF came on my cock, her moans echoing through her empty classroom.

“Yes, yes, you’re my MILF!” I howled.

“Yours!” she moaned.

I grinned at that as I drove my cock to the hilt in her snatch. I threw back my head and then I erupted into her cunt. My futa-dick basted her pussy. Her married cunt spasmed with more delightful force around my cock. I savored the pleasure. I reveled in the bliss. It was amazing to experience. I groaned, my body shuddering from the bliss of this moment.

“Oh, my god, that’s it!” I gasped, pumping spurt after spurt of cum into her.

“Miss Marlow!” she moaned, her naughty cunt milking me dry.

My MILF!

I shuddered at that thought. If my futa-mother would use Natalie against me, I could figure out how to use Mrs. Reyes against my mother. I trembled, pleasure racing out of my convulsing cunt, mixing with the bliss from my dick.

I hit that wonderful pinnacle and quivered there.

Then I fired the last of my cum into her pussy. She panted while I groaned. My hand stroked over her nylon-clad ass. We still had plenty of time to have fun. To think of my next scheme. Oh, yes, I could feel it.

Mrs. Reyes would be perfect. My futa-mother would never know what hit her.

To be continued…

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This is another chapter in the Club V series along with Goes Around / Comes Around, Riding Jenny and Jennys’ wild Ride.

D & D ( Debbie & Denise )

By Jax_Teller

Working at a strip club you meet all kinds of people. I met Denise and Debby while dancing at a strip club that had both female and male strippers. The club had two different entrances one for the upstairs female strip club and another on the opposite end of the building for the Male strippers club downstairs. Club “V” for Victor ~ Victoria, was a popular place and was located near a major tourist area or trap as we called it. Money from tourism could bend any regulation and make most laws go away and this club was the direct benefit of such attitudes. Sex clubs were unpopular these days and most that still existed had restrictions such as no contact between costumers, pasties covering nipples and only partial nudity. At the V most anything was allowed short of the act of prostitution. The deal could be discussed in the club, but had to happen out of the club itself. Conveniently a motel was on a different street and consuming the upper floors of the same building and there was a door way to the motel from the clubs.

I finished my last dance on stage and I was done on stage for the night and grabbed my construction costume and moved off stage to floor where the patrons watched the stage acts. Two young ladies came up to me and asked if would entertain them. I took them to the private dance area referred to as the pit. It was a dark area of booths with high backs and low tables designed for dancing on. The whole area was designed for privacy and had partition walls to keep prying eyes out. When we got seated I told them the price and they agreed. We talked briefly as I waited for the next song to start; they seemed out of place and not the type for this kind of club. I stood up at the start of the next song and danced for them. I let my leather jock strap loose and my cock half hard fell out. Debby and Denise gawked as if they had never seen a cock up close before. I finished that dance and started to gather my things as Debby handed me the money.

The house lights flashed on for a second and back off as the DJ announced last call, last song. Denise asked if I was available for private parties and I said yeah. Debby seemed nervous and abruptly asked if I was available now? I asked what she meant by that. She said she wanted me to come with them upstairs to their motel room and stay the night with them. I told her that this was a job I get paid to do what I do. She said ok then, how much for the night? I told her that I get $500 an hour out call with a 50% reduction for additional hours. She said ok how much then? I said ok, it was almost 3 am and I could stay the night as she requested for $1500. I would take my time for that amount and stay until check out time if they liked. This was a considerable discount on my part and they looked at each other and they nodded at the same time and agreed to my price. Debby gave me her room key card and I told her I would need the money when I got to the room. She said no problem that she’d stop by the ATM on the way back to their room.

I arrived at the door to their room, a suit on one of the top floors of the motel, and used the key card given to me and I went in. D &D were on a king size bed both of them bare ass naked and were in the 69 position orally engaged with each-others’ sex. Debby raised her head and looked over at me and said the money is on the top of the dresser. I went and counted it and put it in my wallet. I turned to the bed and removed my clothes not so much stripping but getting undressed. I allowed myself to get aroused watching them on the bed as I folded my clothes and put them on a chair, Debby said don’t be shy step up and put that tool to work. We chuckled because I had been in a construction worker costume earlier when they met me. I knelt behind Debby who was on top of Denise and I pushed my cock in her pussy. Denise’s tongue licked at the base of my cock as I fucked Debby. Denise played with my balls and stroked my ass and legs as I fucked her sister.

I was enjoying myself and maintained my composure but it became more difficult as my cock popped out of Debby and without a hesitation Denise took it in her mouth and sucked it for a few seconds before sticking it back into Debby. Debby began to moan loudly as I pounded her harder and faster, I could feel her getting wetter and looser. She cried out, fuck yes and she shook as her orgasm hit her. She came for a good minute straight her cunt squirting, dripping, gripping my cock and milking it although I wasn’t coming. She flopped over on the bed on her back still convulsing from her orgasm. Denise wasted no time in turning around on the bed so she was parallel with Debby and was holding her hand. She looked up at me and said make love to me please. The voice was different as if she was anxious and somewhat afraid of what she had asked for. Debby said take it slow with her. I said no problem and I moved with direction deliberate moves placing my cock at the opening to her hairless pussy.

It occurred to me looking at her that she was a virgin, at least in the traditional sense. It also occurred to me at the same time that she didn’t exactly look 21 yrs. old, the minimum age require to get into the club downstairs where I met them. It wasn’t my business to interfere so I did what I was paid to do, even though I was also enjoying my job. I slowly pushed the head of my cock inside her and when I hit resistance I stopped for a few seconds for her to adjust, I kissed her on the neck and moved to her mouth, kissing her deeply. I didn’t want this to be painful for her; I wanted her to remember this fondly for the rest of her life. I kept up the pressure on my cock and I felt her hymen break and I eased up the pressure of which I was pushing inside her so I didn’t just plunge in her. Again I waited, noticing her grip on Debby’s hand was tight and they were looking into each other’s eyes.

Denise looked over to me and nodded slightly before returning her gaze into Debby’s eyes. I pushed the rest of my cock inside her and slowly began a pace. Slow and steady, all the way in and almost out of her. Debby turned over on her side and was handling Denise’s nipples, sucking and licking one while kneading the other. Denise got this look on her face like as if she had never felt this way before and she began to meet my thrusts and I picked up the pace sensing she was ready for it and was approaching her first vaginal orgasm. As Denise began to have her orgasm Debby leaned up to her face and they kissed. Their tongues intertwined and Debby continued kneading Denise’s nipples. Denise shook and I felt her gush and squirt as she came.

As her orgasm subsided I pulled my cock from her and sat back on my heels as Debby leaned into Denise’s sex and licked her clean until Denise stopped shaking. They hugged and held each other tight, kissing and caressing for the better part of 30 minutes. I just laid next them on the bed, taking a mental nap so to speak. Denise spoke first saying thank you, and then asked can we do it again? I said I was ready, and both women looked at me and said yeah we can tell. We all chuckled at that. I fucked them both several more times before they realized I had not come at all. I said I wanted to make sure they were satisfied before I came. They both knelt before me and took turns sucking and stroking my cock until I shot my load into their mouths as they kissed each other, sharing my come. We 3 lay on the bed with me sandwiched between them and we went to sleep.

When we woke it was light out and I asked them if they would like to go to breakfast with me, my treat. They gave me a look and said sure. While we got dressed and got ready to go they told me their story, how they were a couple and had been serious for 3 years. They also said that they had planned for Denise to lose her virginity on her 18th birthday and that was where I had come in. I said your 18? And they said yeah. I looked curiously at Debby and she said and I turned 18 yrs. old 3 weeks ago. During breakfast I learned that they had been sisters by marriage not by blood. They had been emancipated 6 months ago as their father had been put in a nursing facility and Denises’ mother had died in a car accident. I also found out that Debby was just starting college. Denise said she would be starting college full time in the fall but she was sharing the dorm room with Debby while she took pickup classes.

They explained that no one knew about them other than me. Now that they were away from home for the first time in a city on the other side of the country, they were living as a lesbian couple out in the open. I asked them why go out and hire me instead of any one of the other million males on the planet who would have killed for the opportunity. They said they had someone in mind that turned them down. They said I was cute and had a nice dick and that was just what Denise wanted for her first experience with a man. I was so flattered I almost couldn’t take it. They thanked me for being nice and gentle, using my experience. I got bold and asked them a question. So how would you like to experience more? This time without paying for it?

They were curious and asked what I meant by that. I asked them how much they really knew about sexuality. They looked at each other and giggled, and I said no really. They asked what more was there? I asked them if either has had orgasms other than clitoral or vaginal. They asked what that meant; they just came that was all. I told them that they were capable of having an orgasm from stimulating the clitoris, from vaginal penetration, from anal penetration, from breast stimulation and many other physical stimuli as well as mental orgasms. That perked them up even more. I explained that a woman is capable of achieving orgasm simply by thought.

I had known a woman once who could and would have an orgasm by command even over the phone. At first I would look her in the eye and tell her to come and she would have an orgasm. Later in her training I could call her from work and tell her to come and she’s have an orgasm. I asked them if they knew anything of sexual fetishes. They were on the edge of their seats focused on me. To be honest they also looked like they were on the edge of an orgasm right then and there as well. I asked if they were interested in learning more about themselves and sexuality. The both immediately jumped to answer yes. I asked them if they could keep an open mind. They said uhm, we are sisters who are lesbians, how much more open minded? I said well lets start with….

End of chapter 1

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I’m getting late for school mom, the bus is outside waiting” yelled Cristy as she waited for her mother to bring her lunch. Michelle, her mother rushed to the door and opened it for her and before she knew it, Cristy bolted out and headed for the bus. Her husband Jake rushed from behind and surprised her with a light kiss from behind and said “See you at night beautiful, i’ll be a bit late today but i’ll make is as soon as i can hun.”

“Its alright darling try your best, I’ll understand if you cant” Replied Michelle sympathetically. She loved Jake and he loved her back equally but his job demanded a lot of time. So many nights Michelle would just have to sleep alone being tired for waiting after him. Their sexlife had been rather inactive until a day when Michelle was approached by somebody, somebody who changed her life forever….

Suddenly the phone rang and Michelle rushed for it.
“Michelle is that you??” asked a familiar voice.

“yes its me Rhonda.” replied Michelle
“Good I’ve got work for you today. I know you’ve not had a job in a long time so listen up i’ve finally found something you’d like” Said Rhonda
“Go ahead honey.”

“The client wishes the job to be a quiet and a secret one, they’ve rented a small room in a motel outside town. room no.23. Once you’re at the reception ask for a Samantha and tell the receptionist your name is Jenny. Remember as always no questions asked. Just complete the job and walk out and yeah be there in an hour” Instructed Rhonda.
“Agreed.” Said michelle plainly.

“And remember sweetheart, aim to thrill as always. And the client wishes you to be dressed in your ‘best’” said Rhonda in a friendly tone.
“As always darling” Replied Michelle.

Michelle was a part of an organization. She was not the ordinary soccer mom. When her sexlife began to show signs of decay, her friend Rhonda creeped in and on one fine afternoon seduced her and introduced her to the world of sapphic love. Rhonda and a few other married but unsatisfied women were a part of an organization which provided “services” to their clients. Michelle had become one of their best and specialised only in female clients as she thought that letting any other man touch her body was cheating on her husband Jake.

Michelle was gorgeous, she was 32 and her body did not look a day over 25. Her build was lean but busty, she sported her 34 C cups very proudly and and her red hair and sea green eyes only complemented her beauty. It was a shame Jake could not spare enough time for a woman as hot as this!! Whenever they would go out, she would turn out to be quite a head turner. Rhonda had been friends with Michelle since quite some time now and ever since they met she always had a secret crush on her!!

Michelle rushed upstairs and from a small box hidden in the back of her closet, she removed a set of sex toys ranging from strapons to vibrators. She wore her best red lingerie and admired her body which she worked very hard to maintain in the mirror. She dressed herself and drove out of her driveway in her classic Cadillac. She was dressed to kill.

She wore an overcoat under which lied her exquisite lingerie. After a 15 minute drive she reached sunny shore motel. A shady joint but it was the clients request. Michelle went upto the room as per instructed. She slowly knocked on the door. It was open. Her heart began to pound as it did before every job. As she walked in she saw a beautiful brunette sitting on the chair.

As hungry and horny as ever, the brunette jumped from her place and kissed Michelle even before she could get a complete view of her. The kiss was a deep and lusty one alright. This woman had not been fucked in a long time!! She pulled of Michelle’s coat and gazed at her beautiful lingerie. Finally Michelle got a clear look at the brunette. She was shorter than Michelle by about few inches, her breasts were definitely larger and rounder, she looked very much Italian but that was only Michelle’s guess. Her eyes we’re light brown and her bums were round but firm Michelle realised as she gripped them firmly.

“I’m Samantha and you must be Jenny. Thanks for seeing me on such short notice.” Said the beauty.

Before Michelle could recover from the shock of her kiss, Samantha pulled her onto the bed and placed her on her lap and they kissed passionately for what seemed like hours. The sensation of Samantha’s tongue in Michelle’s mouth was driving her mad and her pussy began to flood like a waterfall. It was for this reason she had loved a woman’s touch over a mans.

Gently, like a good little slut, Michelle began to rub her thighs on Samantha’s and gave her a small lap dance, the brunette hungrily pulled off her bra and began to munch on Michelle’s tits, one at a time nice and slowly she sucked, bit and fondled each breast with uttermost care. Michelle moaned with pleasure but did not say anything. The brunette undressed herself and allowed Michelle to return the favour which she did gladly.

“Oh you’re such a good little whore!! The agency did send in their best whore!!” exclaimed Samantha as she tried to catch their breath. Michelle undressed her prey completely and went down onto her pussy and munched her bush, her pussy was soft and the scent of her juice drove Michelle even more wilder with lust. Samantha came hard and her juices trickled down Michelle’s lips and face. But Michelle was no way done, she wanted more and more. She continued to eat the brunettes cunt until Samantha came again and collapsed.

“You didn’t think it was over did you??” asked Michelle surprisingly. Samantha was confused as she saw Michelle pull out a 8 inch long strapon cock from her bag. Michelle gently lay Samantha on her back and spread her legs apart. She took the head of the phallus and slowly inserted it into her new lovers cunt and as it entered, the brunette gasped and Michelle began to thrust harder and faster.

The sight of Samantha’s wobbling boobs and her moaning and the sheer feeling of supremacy began to build up an orgasm of her own within michelle. And in no time at all the women came together.

They kissed briefly till Samantha took off Michelle’s strapon and lead her into the shower. She slowly strapped on the toy onto herself and said “Its time for me to say thank you to you baby”

Samantha pinned Michelle against the wall and smooched her and slowly fingered her dripping wet pussy. Slowly she held her left leg and raised it higher and higher and placed it on her own shoulder. Her pussy was now fully exposed. Samantha pushed in the rubber cock into her whores cunt and gave her light upthrusts till she was gushing out her love juices like a fountain. Both the women now very tired and satisfied lay on the bed and like two lovers began to kiss for hours together.

Eventually Michelle got up and said “I hope you enjoyed your service ma’am don’t hesitate to call us again”.
“Wait!! Aren’t you going to tell me your real name or when I’ll be seeing you again? Or atleast your number?”

Michelle replied plainly, “I’m sorry Samantha, but remember the agreement.. No questions asked” and after saying that she dressed herself and walked out of the door satisfied that she had done her job and her client had done her!!”

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