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Angela has found her mage, Faoril. As they head north, they do not know they are walking into Fireeyes ambush. Will the Warlock destroy Angela, or will Faoril’s magic protect her new companions.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Two: Magic’s Clash
Chapter Seven: Fireeyes
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.

Fireeyes – Northeastern Shore, Lake Esh – The Magery of Thosi

The crew of the Mermaid’s Lover rowed the riverboat to a sandy shore. I stood on the prow, gazing at the peaceful countryside of Esh. The sun set behind us, painting the fields with crimson. When Angela’s business in Esh-Esh was concluded, she would head north. Beyond the horizon lay the highway that ran between Esh-Esh and Allenoth.

I planned on being on that highway waiting for her.

The sailors on the Mermaid’s Lover made not a sound as they pulled the oars below deck. Silence was such a wonderful thing. Before I had dominated the entire crew, their constant, coarse talk and bawdy songs had grated on my nerves. With life magic, I had stolen their minds and given them a new will.

The ship lurched as the prow hit the beach. Wood groaned as the ship came to a shuddering stop. The crew moved automatically. They still knew how to sail a ship, I just removed all the other pesky knowledge from their minds.

Most men really only needed one part out of twenty of their brains. They wasted too much effort on such mindless drivel thinking, reflecting, and lusting. Most of the sailors slipped off the ship while a few others attached lines and threw them down to the crew on the beach.

Silently, the sailors heaved the boat onto the beach, pulling it out of the water completely. In the morning, the nearby farmers would pray to the gods, thinking one of them had delivered the treasure of the ship and its cargo to them.

I really didn’t care what they did with it.

My simulacrum moved to my side, her head properly bowed. She carried my belongings. Like a hound, she heeled me as I moved to the gangplank the sailors ran out. I descended down to the sandy strand, my dominated sailors forming up around me. They carried an assortment of truncheons, sabres, and boarding hooks as weapons.

Not the most well-armed group, but even a mob could take down a monster. Or a knight.

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Acolyte Sophia – Esh-Esh, Magery of Thosi

The change in Faoril was amazing to witness. She had been a broken woman when she led me to this bedroom, ready to prostitute her body to me. Her pain had been so raw. It was cruel what happened to her.

And then I gave her hope. Her back straightened, a strong smile crossed her face, and her silver nose ring caught the light. An inquisitive gleam entered her brown eyes. She was a petite, beautiful woman with short, light brown hair framing her delicate cheekbones and pink lips.

A stirring of heat formed between my thighs. She was a beautiful woman.

“When do we—”

I cut off Faoril’s question with a kiss. My lips pressed hot against hers. I had hoped the mage we were here to recruit, following the prophecy of the Lesbius Oracle, would be a beautiful woman. I was so glad I was right.

Faoril was only startled for a second before she tilted her head, closed her eyes, and kissed me back. Her tongue was aggressive, pressing against mine and playing with my tongue piercing. I could sense what she needed. She had degraded herself for the last few days, allowing disgusting men to rut in her body without any say in the matter. She had been passive as she satiated their lusts, but now she was returning to who she was, rising out of the fog of her depression.

Faoril was a confident woman who knew power. She was a journeyman mage of the Collegiate Tower and came so very close to reaching the highest levels of her order. She needed to be assertive again.

So I became passive. I was trained to read and please a woman, to give her what she needed. The training was to serve as temple prostitute for the women of Shesax. They would make love to me as part of worship to the Virgin Goddess. But Faoril didn’t need worship.

She needed confidence.

I moaned into her kiss and shuddered as her hands went to the ties holding my white robe closed. The ties came undone and my robe opened, exposing my pale flesh. Her hands pressed inside, caressing my belly. I moaned into the kiss as tingles ran through my body.

Faoril’s kiss grew more passionate as her hands slid up my body to my small breasts. Her fingers were light and delicate. She was not a stranger to a woman’s body. My pussy grew hotter. I pressed my thighs together as I knelt on the bed before her.

I gasped as her fingers pinched my hard nipples. Faoril pressed me back as she kissed me. Her fingers tugged on my nipples as I slipped my legs out from beneath me and stretched back on the bed. Faoril was on top of me.

“You are a wicked little slut,” Faoril panted as she looked down on me, holding her body up with both her hands planted on either side of me.

“I just couldn’t help myself,” I whispered, my breasts rising, a flush coloring my cheeks. “You’re so beautiful.”

Faoril shifted her weight to lean on her left arm as her right touched my side and stroked up and down, sending ticklish delight through me. She reached up to my arm and pressed my robe off my shoulder. I wiggled to pull my left arm of the sleeve as she leaned down and kissed at my shoulder.

Her lips were soft and I moaned as she nibbled down to my breasts. Her hair caressed my tit as she worked up to my nipple. Her lips circled the aching nub before she latched on and sucked hard. I gasped when her teeth nipped me between her hard sucks.

“You’re so aggressive,” I gasped. “You’re going too fast for me.”

Faoril giggled. “Don’t lie to me, little acolyte. You’ve been with more women than half of Esh-Esh.”

“But it’s what you want,” I told her, stroking her cheeks. “Ravish me. Be dominant and devour me.” Then I added a trembling cache. “Please, these feeling are all so new to me.”

Her lips attacked my nipple, nipping and biting. The pain was pleasurable. I squirmed beneath her, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. I resisted the urge to give myself an orgasm by just rubbing my thighs, but it was hard.

Faoril let out a growl as she kissed and nipped to my other breast. She left small, white teeth marks on my skin. I gasped and moaned with every nip. Her right hand squeezed my breast as she climbed up to the summit where my hard, pink nipple waited.

“Please,” I moaned. “Don’t. I’m not ready for this.”

“Oh, you’re ready, slut,” moaned Faoril as her fingers squeezed harder on my tit. My nipple stood tall and hard, aching to be nibbled on by her. “You want this. You want me to fuck you until you cum. And then you’re going to eat my pussy and give me such pleasure.”

“Oh, Goddess,” I gasped as she sucked my nipple into her lips.

I stroked her cheeks as I squirmed beneath her. Faoril’s cheeks hallowed as she sucked my nipples into the depths of her mouth. Then her teeth bit. Not too hard, but just enough to send a jolt of pain zipping through me and mixing with the pleasure.

I groaned and squeezed my thighs together. My pussy was so wet and on fire. While she sucked, her right hand stroked my stomach, her fingernails scraping lightly against my skin. She neared my bellybutton and discovered the ruby piercing. She played with it as she moaned about my nipple, her eyes growing even hotter.

With a hesitant hand, I reached for the red ties of her robes. The crimson hue marked her as a journeyman mage. My hand tugged and her robe fell loose. I pressed inside and found her own breast. I didn’t squeeze hard. It was almost a hesitant squeeze, like I was afraid of what I was doing, but too caught up in the passion Faoril inspired in me to stop.

“Mmm, that’s it, little slut,” purred Faoril as my fingers squeezed her round tit. She had bigger breasts than me even though I was taller. “Play with my nipple. I can tell how hot you are for me. You just want to please me.”

“I…I don’t know what’s going on,” I moaned. “You made me so hot, and my fingers…they just itched to touch you. You’re so soft, Faoril. So beautiful.”

Her lips returned to my nipple. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing. I groaned and squirmed beneath her. The hand playing with my belly piercing moved lower, reaching to my bare pudenda. My thighs parted just enough as she pressed between them and found the wet folds of my pussy. I groaned and squeezed on her breast as her fingers stirred through my lips.

“You are so wet,” Faoril purred. “You like it when I play with your body, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I groaned. “I can’t help it. You make me feel so…hot. So sexy. My pussy itches.”

Faoril held up her fingers. They glistened with my tart juices. “Look at how wet you are.”

“For you. You…make me feel so womanly. So wonderful, Faoril.”

Faoril smiled as she smeared her fingers around my nipple and areola. I groaned at her delicate touch. And then her hungry lips swallowed me. Her mouth sucked my nipple into her lips as her fingers returned to my pussy.

She shoved two digits into my depths.

“Faoril,” I gasped, my hips bucking into her pumping fingers. I groaned and squirmed on the bed, her brown eyes flashing up at mine.

“That’s it, little slut,” purred Faoril as she kissed up to me. “You just can’t resist my touch. You want me to fuck you.”

“I do,” I moaned as I stared into her eyes. My fingers found her nipple and rolled it between my digits. “I just want to please you, Faoril.”

Her lips smiled and we kissed again. I tasted my tart juices on her lips as her tongue thrust into my depths. Her thumb rubbed at my clit as she inserted a third finger into my pussy, stretching my tunnel out. I groaned and undulated my hips, moaning in to her kiss as the pleasure built inside of me.

“Are you going to cum, little slut?” purred Faoril after breaking our kiss.

I let out a whimper of pleasure.

She slid up my body, her breasts jiggling as they drifted closer to my mouth. Her nipple was pink and hard. I licked my lips as her left hand wrapped about my head and pulled me to her breast. I opened my mouth and sucked her nipple into my lips.

“That’s it,” she moaned as I sucked and played with her hard nub with my tongue. The bed creaked as she undulated. Her fingers worked faster in and out of my pussy. “Show me how much you love my touch.”

I moaned about her nub as the pleasure built inside of me. I sucked harder on her nub, my lips swallowing her areola as my cheeks hallowed. I brushed the hard, round end of my tongue piercing on her nub, bringing a gasp from Faoril.

Her fingers pumped deeper. My toes curled. I moaned again. My hips undulated into her pumping fingers. Faoril’s thumb rubbed faster on my clit. Pleasure shot into my core. My pussy clenched down on her digits.

“Little slut,” Faoril groaned. “Cum for me. You can’t resist me. You have to cum for me.”

My body shuddered. My lips popped off her nipple. “Yes, yes! I can’t fight it! I’m cumming, Faoril!”

The bed creaked as I thrashed. The pleasure flooded through my body. My pussy convulsed on her fingers. I moaned and bucked as the rapture washed through my mind. My eyes closed shut as I wordlessly moaned my bliss.

“Such a little slut,” Faoril growled, her fingers digging deep into my cumming pussy. “Ooh, yes.”

“Slata’s cunt!” I cursed as my orgasm reached its peak. “Oh, yes. Oh, thank you, Saphique.”

Faoril ripped her fingers from my pussy and shoved them into my mouth, fucking me. I sucked on them as the pleasure died, reveling in my tart passion. Faoril’s face was twisted with wild passion. She needed this release after all these days.

“Little slut,” she moaned and seized my light-brown hair.

I gasped as she pulled me up. She stretched back on the bed, her thighs parting. Her red robe slipped further open, revealing her neatly-trimmed bush adorning her wet pussy. Her hands pulled me to her cunt.

I buried my face in and licked.

“That’s it, little slut,” she moaned as she humped against me. “Make me cum with that worthless mouth.”

I licked and sucked through her folds. My tongue piercing caressed every bit of her spicy pussy. Her hips hump as she pulled me tight into her snatch. Her hot flesh pressed around me, almost drowning me in her wonderful pussy.

My hands reached beneath her. I squeezed her ass as my tongue pressed into the depths of her pussy. I fucked my tongue in and out of her hot depths. She gasped and moaned as I swirled through her sheath.

“Yes! Eat me! Devour me! Pater’s cock, yes!”

The bed creaked as her hips bucked into my lips. My hands squeezed the cheeks of her ass. She groaned as her pleasure built. I could feel her excitement. She needed to cum hard and fast. My tongue flicked up to her clit, batting it with my hard piercing.

“Oh, gods, yes!” Faoril moaned.

My fingers dipped into the cracks of her ass. I found her sphincter and shoved in two fingers. I sank up to my knuckles in her tight, hot bowels. The bed creaked louder as her body quaked. Her fingers pinched and pulled at her own nipples as my tongue assaulted her clit.

“By the gods! Your mouth! Oh, yes! Pater’s cock, I’m going to cum so hard!”

I continued my assault. I didn’t let up on flicking her clit. The pleasure built and built inside of her. Faoril’s bowels clenched upon my fingers. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts up into the air as the pleasure rippled through her.

“Slut!” she hissed. Her body bucked again, and then her orgasm crashed through her.

Spicy juices flooded my mouth. I drank them all down as she quaked and shuddered on the bed. Her legs shot up in the air around my head and then fell back across my shoulders as she fell limp. Her head lolled and she sucked in huge breaths.

“By the gods, I needed that,” Faoril moaned. “I hope I wasn’t too rough on you.”

“I like it rough,” I winked at her, pulling my fingers from her bowels. I popped them into my mouth and savored her sour flavor. “Do you need a minute to recover?”

“I need a day,” Faoril groaned.

I beamed with pride.

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Knight-Errant Angela

“This was a waste of time,” I groused to Xera as we left the market behind. “I really hope Sophia’s spell guided her to the mage.”

“Yes,” Xera smiled, “though staying in the city has been a pleasant surprise.”

My eyes glanced down to her half-hard cock swaying between her thighs. The elf didn’t wear clothing, and her cock was on full display for all the lust-filled eyes of the Thosian women. They seemed to have some sort of cultural fixation of elves and their cock.

“You’re just surprised how popular your cock is,” I laughed. “Good timing on when you came into heat.”

“It is not something I can control,” Xera pointed out. “It was just coincidence that we arrived at the right time in my cycle.”

“Let’s head back to the inn. The sun’s setting. I don’t think we’re finding any helpful mages.”

There had been plenty of journeyman mages looking for work in the market place. But when I mentioned the Ritual of Reclamation and fighting the Dragon Dominari, suddenly they were a lot less desperate. Most claimed they couldn’t even cast such a powerful ritual.

“We might need to find a master mage after all,” Xera pointed out. “Perhaps if we talked to a different one besides Saoria we would have better luck.”

I grit my teeth. We wasted most of the day waiting to talk to Saoria at the Collegiate Tower, and then she brushed us off claiming that no master mage had the time or interest in helping with my Quest. She might have been telling the truth.

Mages seemed like a cowardly bunch.

“Well, let’s hurry, we can’t deny the serving maids at the inn your cock.”

Xera’s laugh was a beautiful tinkle. She enjoyed being in human lands with her cock. Back home, she could only fuck her wife’s pussy. Here, she had all the pussies she wanted. Elvish marriage practices and what they considered infidelity were so strange. In most human kingdoms, a married couple decided on whether to speak monogamous vows or to have an open marriage.

It was rare for the monogamous vows. Most couples didn’t want to be that tied down even if they had no intentions of straying. Luben, God of Marriage, did not take kindly to those who broke his marriage vows and would often send his priests and priestesses to punish the man or woman who did.

I think I hoped to marry…whomever I had loved. I tried not to think about the fuzzy holes in my memory. I gave up my love for…that person to receive the Lesbius Oracle’s prophecy. If I had been looking for marriage, there was no way I would pick monogamy.

There was too much fun to be had.

Though the sun had set by the time we reached our inn, the beacon glowing atop the Collegiate Tower kept the city lit. It was strange. There was no true night in this city and the traffic on the streets didn’t seem to dwindle as it grew later and later.

“Unnatural,” Xera sighed, shaking her head at the artificial twilight gripping Esh-Esh.

“Everything mages do is unnatural,” I answered.

“A true shame your kind does not know how to live in harmony with the natural world.”

I chose not to answer. I had traveled through her forest and stayed in an Elvish city—I would take this over nature any day.

We stepped into the inn’s common room, and I spotted Sophia waving energetically. A red-robed woman sat with her, sipping a steaming cup of tea. I smiled. Sophia’s spell actually worked. Xera and I threaded through the common room, the serving maids all sighing as Xera passed.

“Faoril,” Sophia said, motioning to us, “this is Angela and Xera.”

The mage stood. “Knight-Errant, I would like to offer my services and skills in your Quest. Sophia has explained the situation, and I believe I am more than capable of casting the Ritual of Reclamation. That is, if you would have me.”

I glanced at Sophia and she nodded her head.

“Just Angela,” I said, extending my arm. “We shall be companions and the road is long.”
“Yes, Sophia has explained the circuitous route you have to take. I do agree with your travel plan. It seems the one with the most efficacy.”

“Good,” I nodded. What did efficacy mean?

“Let’s eat,” Sophia smiled. “It was…hungry work recruiting her.”

A naughty gleam entered Sophia’s green eyes. I glanced at Faoril and color tinged her cheeks. It was clear that Sophia had already seduced the mage. I rolled my eyes as I sat down next to her. I leaned over and kissed her on the lisp before whispering, “How was she?”

“Hurting,” Sophia whispered back. “But this is what she needs to overcome her grief.”

“Madam Elf, you are in heat,” Faoril purred. “My, oh, my. After supper, would you care if I performed an examination on you, purely for scientific research.”

Sophia groaned and rolled her eyes. “Not you, too, Faoril. What is it about elf cocks that gets every Thosian maid wet between the thighs?”

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Xerathalasia

“Just sit on the bed,” Faoril purred as she loosened the ties on her red robe. It parted, revealing her flat stomach, the inner slopes of her breasts, and her neatly-trimmed bush. “And I will begin my examination.”

“Of course,” I smiled. “I am glad to help.”

I removed my belt and set it carefully down, making sure my quiver of arrows did not spill out on the floor. I sat down on the bed, leaning back on my arms, and spread my legs. My cock was half-hard and twitching. I had cum many times today, mostly at the Collegiate Tower where a seemingly endless line of female mages wanted to harvest my seed.

Faoril produced a small journal from one pocket of her robe and a measuring cord from another. It was twice as long as her arm and knotted in precise increments. There were other items in the many pockets of her robes, including some that were made of glass and made the minutest tinking sounds as she moved.

I doubt a human could even hear the noise.

Faoril wrote with a quill in her journal. She did not first dip in ink. “Is that a magic pen?”

“Magic?” Faoril asked.

“You did not dip it in ink.”

“Oh, no,” she answered. “The journal is enchanted with fire magic. When I press with the quill on it, the page is scorched and leaves behind black markings. It’s not as clear as ink, but in the field one has to make do. Besides, I do not have to wait for the ink to dry.”

“Oh,” I nodded.

“Now, let us examine your cock.” Faoril moved closer and set her journal on the bed beside me. Then she stroked my dick. “I need you to be fully hard.”

The mage leaned down and sucked the tip into her mouth. I groaned and my toes curled as the pleasure radiated down my cock and into my body. My pussy clenched and my nipples ached as I hardened into full girth.

“Mmm, much better,” purred the mage. “And I must say, your precum is a little sweeter than a human’s.”

“Thanks,” I said, not sure if that was good or bad.

Faoril wrote it down in her journal. Then she placed the measuring cord against my cock and counted out the knots. “Ten and a half inches. Larger than the average human cock. Would you say you are bigger than the average elf cock?”

“Mmm, average,” I answered.

“Interesting,” Faoril purred. “So elf cocks are bigger than human’s. I better not tell any of the men that, they get so insecure about the size of their cocks.”

“So do some elves I know,” I smiled.

“And your cock sprouts from your clit?” Faoril asked, her fingers stroking my dick.

“Yes.”

“Wow. I wonder where all the mass for the dick comes from. Is it internal, perhaps.”

“It just…forms,” I answered. “A gift from Matar.”

Faoril nodded as she stared at my cock. “Now I need a sample.”

“For your magic? Because elf cum is good for life spells.”

“Yes, and to see how much cum you produce.” Faoril grinned. “This is important research.”

“And the fact you get to play with my cock is a bonus?”

Her hand stroked me again. “Yes.”

I groaned as she sucked the tip back into her mouth. I groaned and leaned back, my large breasts rising and falling as the human worked her tongue across the tip. She was talented. I guess being a female mage required you to collect a lot of cum.

One of Faoril’s hands stroked the base of my shaft, brushing up to her lips, while the other probed at the delicate folds of my pussy. I groaned as she stroked up and down my folds. Her fingers dipped into my pussy.

“Faoril,” I gasped in delight as she fingered me.

“Pleasuring a hermaphrodite is interesting,” Faoril purred. Her fingers curled inside my pussy, and I shuddered. She dipped down and licked her tongue across my pussy, moving around her thrusting fingers and back up to my cock. “Mmm, a flowery pussy instead of the more earthy taste of a human cunt.”

“I like the taste of a human cunt,” I moaned.

“So do I,” laughed Faoril. Then she swallowed the tip of my cock again.

Her mouth bobbed in rhythm to her fingers reaming my pussy. I groaned as the pleasure raced down my cock and mixed with the delight her fingers churned in my cunt. My sheath clenched down on her fingers as a shudder of pleasure washed through me.

“Oh, you have a wonderful mouth,” I groaned.

Faoril moaned about my cock and sucked more and more into her depths. My pussy clenched as the pressure rose. Her tongue swirled about my crown, and then Faoril worked more and more of her mouth down my cock.

I brushed the back of her throat.

“Can you deep-throat me?” I asked.

Faoril thrust her fingers deep into me as her throat relaxed. I shuddered, my hips bucking up into her mouth as she swallowed more and more of my cock. Her throat was so tight about the tip. She swallowed and massaged my dick.

Then she hummed.

I gasped in delight. The pleasure built faster in me. Her throat teased my cock. She worked her lips all the way to the base before she slid back up. She sucked and moaned the entire time. My cock was in heaven.

“Faoril,” I groaned as my pussy clenched on her fingers. My orgasm built. “So good.”

Her fingers curled inside of me as she popped her mouth off my dick. Her free hand darted into her robes and pulled out a vial. She popped off the cork with a practiced movement and placed it at the head of my cock as her fingers massaged inside my pussy.

“Oh, Faoril,” I gasped as she brushed a bundle of nerves.

“You do have the spot,” Faoril beamed. “And does it affect your cock?”

“Yes,” I moaned as she attacked the bundle of nerves. My pussy clenched and relaxed as she stroked harder and harder. The pleasure shot up to the tip of my cock. Pressure built. My body tensed.

And then bliss erupted out of me.

Faoril beamed as blast after blast of my cum squirted into her vial. The thick, whitish liquid filled half the vial while I shuddered and writhed in bliss. Faoril pulled her fingers from my pussy and sucked them clean as I fell back on the bed, my breasts jiggling, my body buzzing with delight.

“Hermaphrodites are so fascinating,” Faoril smiled. She held up the vial and swirled the liquid around before she recorked it. My ears picked up the faintest whisper. It reminded me of the voice I had heard during the wyvern attack and the fire.

There had been magic used against us.

“Now that is fascinating,” Faoril said as she stared at the cum. “You produced twice as much as the average man. You come close to rivaling a simulacrum’s output.”

“What spell is on the vial?” I asked, not caring how much cum I produced.

Faoril cocked her head. “How did you know there was a spell?”

“I heard it. Your voice faintly whispering.”

“And you believe that meant magic?” Faoril asked, slipping the vial into her robe. The cloth had slipped back, revealing a hard nipple.

“I heard a man whispering when we were attacked by wyverns far from the Rheyn Mountains, and then when our inn mysteriously caught fire on the road from Allenoth to Esh-Esh.”

Faoril frowned. “You think a mage tried to kill you?”

“To kill Angela.”

“Why?”

“I do not know. But you might be putting yourself in danger.”

Faoril rose. “I’ll need more cum.”

“From me?” I asked. “I know you can cast that spell to keep me hard.”

“No, no, there are plenty of men in the common room. I shall harvest them.” A smile crossed Faoril’s lips. “It can be fun. I will collect another vial from you before we leave in the morning.”

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Acolyte Sophia

“I can’t believe she blew every guy in the inn last night,” I grumbled to Angela as we saddled our horses. I stroked Purity’s white snout and shook my head. “She loves cock more than you.”

Angela flushed. “Sorry. But Xera’s not going to be in heat for long. I wanted to enjoy her last night after Faoril finished her examination.”

The elf moaned nearby. Faoril was on her knees, collecting the elf’s cum in a vial. She had a dozen or more of those vials on her, all full of disgusting cum. Xera shuddered one last time as Faoril capped her vial and slipped it into her robe.

“Well, I am all set,” Faoril smiled. She gave Xera a quick kiss. “Thank you for your cum.”

Xera had a beaming smile on her face. “It was fun giving it to you.”

Angela pulled me against her armor. “Tonight we’ll stop in that blue inn and I’ll tie you up and borrow the maid’s feather duster again. I’ll tickle you until you cum.”

“Promise,” I smiled, my body growing hot.

Angela nodded and gave me a kiss on the lips. I clung to her, my heart beating faster. I didn’t want to break the kiss and almost fell over when Angela broke it. I gasped and shuddered. She always made me lose my composure.

“Your horse is saddled, Faoril,” Angela said. “Have you ridden before?”

“Not much,” Faoril admitted. “I’ve never left Esh-Esh before.”

“You’ll be sore by lunch,” I giggled as I led Purity past her. I remember how much I ached after my first week of riding. Now it still left me tired but I was used to the strain. My thighs were a lot firmer and toned then before I left.

Angela had to buy Faoril a mount, a mare with a dun coat named Buttercup. She had not been pleased on the amount. I had to make a stop at a money lender and borrow money against my mother’s estate. She wouldn’t even notice the bill when it arrived in a month or more time at her manor house, though her steward would undoubtedly complain.

Despite Angela’s dismissive attitude to my mother’s rank, she was a duchess, it did have advantages.

Outside the stable, I mounted with ease. Faoril, not so much. Xera had to help her keep her feet from tangling in her robes and then she groaned as she hauled herself up in the saddle. She sat there like a sack of turnips, gripping the reins loosely in her hands.

“Grip the reins tight, Faoril,” Angela advised, riding past on her warhorse Midnight. He was a large beast, a stallion trained to fight. “Your horse needs to know you’re in charge, or she’ll go where she wants.”

I nodded my head. “And keep your back straight and your feet planted in the stirrups. You need to lift yourself with every step.”

“Why can’t I ride sidesaddle?”

I winced, remembering how disastrously that had ended for me. “Trust me, if we are attacked, you do not want to be thrown from your horse because you rode sidesaddle.”

“Let’s get moving,” Angela said, “we’re wasting daylight.”

“Okay.” Faoril gave me a smile. “Thank you.”

“Oh, don’t worry about the advice. We’re in this together now.”

“No, for giving me this opportunity.” Her smile grew wider. She did have a pretty one. “Thank you.”

I reached out and patted her hand.

Faoril was in pain by lunch. She was so lucky I could call on my goddess’s powers to heal her. She was very grateful. When we reached the blue inn, Faoril stumbled off to bed and promptly fell asleep. Angela was true to her word and tied me up and tickled me all over.

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Xerathalasia – Allenoth Highway, Magery of Thosi

Unwashed bodies drifted on the wind. I wrinkled my nose, cursing my strong senses. Many of the rural humans were not as clean as they could be, but this group smelled particularly foul. I cast my eyes across the pasture, searching for them.

“Is it time for lunch?” groaned Faoril.

The second day on horseback seemed equally as painful for the young mage. Her face was twisted into a grimace and she sat stiffly on her horse. It was such foolishness, but we would travel even slower if the humans were on foot.

“Not too much longer,” Angela sighed.

“Why does anyone ride horses all day?” Faoril groaned for the thirtieth time. It was her favorite complaint. “Why can’t we hire a coach?”

“Coaches cannot go where we travel,” Angela answered. “There are no roads in the orc lands.”

My ears twitched. Footsteps thudded upwind of us.

“Angela,” I said, “a group of unwashed men approach from our left.”

Angela turned her head, gazing at the small hill rising to the northwest of us. “Is that a man on the rise?”

I frowned. How had I missed the figure? He stood on the hilltop in black robes, his head covered in a cowl. “He is dressed like one of your master mages, Faoril.”

“Really?” she asked, peering off in the distance. “You sure? He looks like a black blur to me.”

“Very sure.”

“I do not know why one would be here.” Faoril looked around at the farms we passed. “It is curious.”

The footsteps grew louder. Why couldn’t I see them. The green wheat sprouting in the fields moved in a ripple like men passed unseen through them. “Faoril, could a mage transform something invisible.”

“Yes,” she answered. “It’s a simple spell to bend light around an object.”

“A group of people?”

“That is more difficult,” she answered, then her eyes narrowed. “Why.”

My heart beat faster. I pulled a string from my pouch and bent the bowstave. The wood creaked as I attached the string to one end. Leaving a bow strung for a long time ruined the string. “Angela, do you see the fields rippling. It is not the wind.”

“I see it. What do you think?”

“Unwashed men,” I answered as I bent and attached the string to the bottom.

Sophia pulled out her enchanted dagger and gasped. It glowed.

Angela drew her sword with a steely ring. “That must be the mage that’s been harassing us.”

“A master mage?” Faoril gasped. “Why?

“Does that matter?” Angela asked as she took a tight reign on Midnight. “Can you disrupt the spell?”

“Right, of course.” Faoril took a deep breath, then darted her hand into the pocket of her robe and pulled out one of her vials of cum. She drank it down while Sophia made a retching sound. Faoril straightened in her saddle as she slipped the vial back into her pocket. “It feels fine.”

“What?” Sophia asked.

“Nothing,” Faoril said as she raised her hand and pointed at the disturbance. The air warped before her palm and then a beam of light shot out. The air crackled as the beam passed me, and I heard the mage’s voice whispering even though Faoril did not speak. The lance struck the disturbance.

Light burst. The wheat rippled in a circle. The air warped and bent. A horde of rough-dressed men holding swords, clubs, and a few long hooks appeared. They did not react to their spell failing or the spectacular explosion that burst around them.

They marched on wordlessly.

I knocked and drew back. My arrow soared through the sky as Angela let out a load shout and heeled her mount. Midnight ran forward then vaulted over a fence. The ground shook as the large horse landed and raced through the field. My arrow took the first attacker in the throat and he fell without a shout.

“Something is wrong,” I whispered.

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Knight-Errant Angela

Midnight’s hooves thudded beneath me as we charged across the field. The bandits hurtled closer. Midnight galloped with excitement, eager for the fight. He was well trained. I lifted up my sword and set my shield. I wish I had a lance.

The men didn’t scatter. It took discipline to stand before a charging warhorse. Where had these low men found it to strengthen their spine? Two more died, feathered by Xera. I didn’t fear the arrows streaking by me. The elf did not miss her target.

The fireball from Faoril was a different matter.

It exploded on the right side of the men. Green wheat crackled and the five bandits fell to the ground on fire. None screamed in pain and none of their fellows reacted at all. What was wrong with them? I glanced up at the watching mage on the hill.

What had he done to these men?

Midnight struck the first men. There was a loud crunch as the man went flying, his body crushed by the weight of Midnight and his barding. My sword swung, cleaving off the head of another man. Then I chopped a hook that reached for me and cut through a bandit’s chest. Midnight trampled another two before we broke through, and I began my turn to charge back into them.

Another fireball crashed into them. I tried not to flinch as more of the bandits collapsed on fire. Over half were dead. Why hadn’t they broken? Professional soldiers would have trouble keeping morale against such casualties. They turned to face me, brandishing rusty sabres and crude truncheons.

I charged. Midnight neighed in exhilaration as we hurtled towards the survivors.

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Fireeyes

I held back my dismay as I watched the sailor’s slaughtered. They had been spotted far too soon by the elf. And whomever that journeyman mage was, she had talent. She mixed air and fire to create that lance and disrupt my careful work.

It was not easy cloaking that many men. Not that it mattered. Angela had charged through them without taking a wound. I had never witnessed a knight’s charge before. Her horse was a weapon, trampling the sailors while her sword hacked and cleaved.

“I need more juices,” I hissed.

My simulacrum raced to me, handing me a vial of her pussy juices. She bowed her head as I drank it down. I closed my eyes as the power filled me. The sailors were almost dead. Angela’s companions raced through the field as the knight set her sword to felling the last few.

But just because the sailors were dead did not mean they couldn’t fight. I had prepared these men. My research had led to this startling discovery. I sent out my life magic to the men, seizing five of their corpses—the linchpins of the corpse horror.

Energy flowed out from the five, seizing a hold of the other corpses and drawing them together.

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Journeyman Mage Faoril

Energy hummed in the air. Life magic was unleashed by the master mage on the hilltop. The corpses of the hacked, trampled, and burned bandits drew together. Angela’s stallion let out a fearful scream and reared. Angela held on tight, shouting at her mount as he reared again.

The knight’s hand slipped from the rein and she crashed into the ground. Midnight charged away from the corpses. My own horse suddenly bucked beneath me, letting out a nervous whinny as the corpses dragged along the ground, pulling together.

“What’s happening?” Sophia gasped in fear.

“Magic,” Xera shouted and fired an arrow at the growing mound of corpses.

The arrow did nothing except impale a man already dead.

Angela scrambled to her feet and backed away, her sword held before her. The corpses swelled, all thirty forming into a figure. Multiple corpses were rapped together to form the legs, and dozens combined to create the torso. Arms sprouted as the last corpses pulled into the abomination.

“What is that?” Sophia asked, slipping off her mare. Her horse reared and then bolted after Midnight.

I slipped off my horse before I was thrown. I had no illusions of my riding skill.

The ground shook as the abomination stepped towards Angela. The knight swung her sword, cutting into the corpses that made up its leg. Though she cut through the dead men’s bones, the abomination did not feel it. The foot kicked and slammed into the knight.

Angela screamed as she flew ten feet through the air, her armor gleaming in the sunlight. Then she crashed to her feet in a metallic crunch. Sophia raced to Angela. The ground shook as the abomination took another step.

How had this thing been created?

“Can you do anything?” Xera asked.

“I’m thinking,” I answered. I threw another fireball, drawing heat out of the air. There was a lot of it when you concentrated it all in one place. The flames crackled on my hand and I threw. Fire slammed into the corpses, igniting flesh and burning along the creature.

Life magic animated it. Hurting the corpses flesh wouldn’t matter. They were just the medium anchoring the spell. We would have to cut it apart, but I suspected the spell would just pull the dead matter back to the abomination.

Sophia opened her robe and rubbed at a hard nipple. It distracted me from the problem of the thing. Why would she do that? “Saphique, the Virgin Goddess that loves all women,” Sophia chanted, calling up on her goddess’s power. “bless this weapon so it may protect its bearer. Let this sword shine bright, a beacon to defend all women.

Milk suddenly beaded her fingers. Then she smeared her enchanted milk on Angela’s sword as the knight struggled to her feet. The blade glowed pink with holy light. It might work. Divinely enchanted swords were often effective against spirits and dark spells.

“If we kill the mage, will that end the spell?” Xera asked.

“Maybe,” I answered as I watched Angela race forward with her glowing blade.

I needed to figure out how the mage had assembled this thing before I could disrupt it. Angela dodged a second kick and swung with her blade. Blessed by Saphique, the blade parted through the leg. Energy crackled through the air. It was black and foul, reacting against Angela’s blade. Her sword sliced through the leg, a clean cut.

But it didn’t topple the corpse abomination. The creature held itself together.

The thing swung its fist. Angela brought up her sword, parrying the blow. She stumbled and fell onto her back. Sophia screamed in fear. The abomination strode forward and raised a foot to crush Angela.

The knight rolled to the side. The foot landed with a loud boom, compacting the soil an inch. Such force. Angela swung again with her sword, slicing through the creature’s “ankle”, which was the bent torso of a man with coarse, black hair.

The energy reacted when her sword reached the middle of the corpse.

Did the mage form a skeletal framework? I cocked my head as the monster dueled Angela. She dodged and ducked its powerful blows. It was shaped like a man. The mage must have prepared these bandits ahead of time.

How would I have done it?

Sophia ran up to me and seized the front of my robes. “Do something.”

“I am,” I hissed in frustration. “Let me think.”

“But Angela is losing!”

The ground shook. Angela screamed in pain. The knight landed in a heap.

If I was to make this thing, I would use five anchor points. Four for the limbs and one for the torso. He would have chosen five men ahead of time. Would he have drawn magic circles on them? A five pointed star for symmetry? Then when the men died, he merely had to send out his magic into the five circles. With thirty men, five already branded, each point of the star would only have to seize five other corpses.

Then how were the five corpses attached to each other. A smile crossed my lips. He used a hexagram on the limb corpse, not a five-pointed star. They would all attached to the torso with the star’s sixth point. For the torso he would need a nine-pointed star.

Those were unstable. No one used a nonagon to make a magical circle. They were not the seven stable geometries of triangle, diamond, five-pointed star, hexagram, seven-pointed star, octagon, and the starburst.

“Angela, I need you to expose the corpse in the center,” I shouted.

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Xerathalasia

I stalked through the field, moving at an oblique angle from the attack towards the hill. The robed figure watched the corpse abomination fight Angela. My bow was useless against the monstrosity, but the mage was different.

If I killed him, the spell might end. Either way, he was a threat.

I crouched through the wheat, moving with care not to disturb the stalks. It was difficult to slip through the plants, they weren’t wild and didn’t naturally part before me. Man had cultivated and twisted them from the natural grasses they once had been.

But I was an Elvish Hunter. No human could spot me creeping through the brush. And this mage was still only a human despite all his power.

My heart thudded in my chest for Angela. I hoped she was holding her own. Faoril and Sophia were there to aide her. They would protect her. Sophia loved Angela. She would not let the knight die here.

The ground shook beneath my feet. Energy crackled through the air. Angela put on a show. The mage would be focused on it. That made my job easier. I lifted my head enough to sight him through the tops of the wheat stalks. I was on the periphery of his vision and with his cowl, he couldn’t see me unless he turned his head.

I smiled and moved closer.

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Knight-Errant Angela

My body ached. My head rang. Only Gewin’s blessing I received before I left kept me standing.

“How am I supposed to expose its chest?” I demanded at the mage. “It’s three times as tall as me.”

The wind swirled around my body. I gasped in surprise as I was lifted up from the ground and hurtled towards the monster’s chest. My arms and legs flailed as I tried to control myself.

“Pater’s cock,” I cursed.

The monster swung a fist of corpses at me. I tried to duck. I only twisted myself upside down.

Then I was yanked up in the air. The world spun around me as Faoril used her magic to carry me. “This isn’t working,” I shouted.

“Stop fighting me,” Faoril hissed. “I need to see a nine-pointed magic circle. It should inscribed on a corpse in the center.”

“Next time, give me a warning,” I groaned as I flipped right side up, my chainmail loincloth swinging between my thighs.

The monster swung its fist again, and Faoril jerked me out of the way as she slid me closer. I groaned as my stomach tried to rise up into my throat. She stopped me before the monster’s chest. I drew back my sword and swung.

It wasn’t my best swing. My feet weren’t on the ground. I didn’t have the leverage to transmit my body’s weight into the swing. It was such a feeble swing, I was surprised when my sword carved into the flesh of the abomination.

Sophia’s blessing worked marvelously.

My sword was embedded in the corpse. “Now what?”

“Cut,” she suggested as the beast raised a hand. “Hopefully some pieces will fall off.”

I jerked my sword up. The blade vibrated in my hand as the sword struck the energy animating the abomination. I sawed as worked it through, aware of the hand about to slam down on me. I closed my eyes.

My sword stuck something hard. So far, it had cleaved through bone as easily as it did flesh. So what had I struck? I opened my eyes. The monster shook. My sword vibrated in my hands as I sawed it against the hard point.

“I found something,” I shouted.

“The magic circle,” Faoril beamed. “I don’t need to see it if you can disrupt it.”

“Trying.”

I strained harder. The abomination shook. Black light burst between the corpses. I was blinded. My heart burned and my entire body was filled with pain. I screamed as I was thrown back. The world spun about me again, my stomach churning.

I braced myself for the impact with the ground. It never came.
Instead, I settled down at Sophia’s feet.

“You did it,” grinned the Acolyte. She threw her arms around me.

I looked back at the corpse abomination. It had fallen to pieces. “How did I do that?”

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Fireeyes

I focused on the mage. She had figured out my creation. Who was she? Why was she only wearing red robes? The test was last week. A journeyman of her skill would have been invited to test. No, she would have been forced to test.

“I need more juices,” I snarled.

The simulacrum raced back up the hill, holding another vial. I would have to go down there and kill Angela myself. I tossed back my head and drank the pussy juices. More power flooded my body. The five elements were at my control.

I summoned heat.

“Sir!” called out my simulacrum. She pointed to my right.

I turned. An arrow struck me in the chest.

I stumbled back into my simulacrum’s arms. Shock filled me as I stared down at the shaft sprouting from my body. The arrow had penetrated deep into my lungs. I struggled to breathe. Blood poured from my lips. I fixed my gaze on the elf. She had snuck up on me. She drew a second arrow.

It struck me in the neck.

My blood poured out. I was dying.

“I have the amulet, sir,” the simulacrum said, pulling it out of her pouch and pressing it to my neck.

I had to gather my magic. It was hard. My vision fuzzed as the world grew dark. My limbs were already cold. I had prepared for this. I had delved into the darkest corners of magic. I had bloodied my hands with research the cowards of the Magery Council were too afraid of.

I had prepared a phylactery.

I poured my magic into the gem as my body died.

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Acolyte Sophia

I nursed Angela. Her lips sucked hungrily at my breast milk as her battered body healed. I kept staring at the mound of corpses that had animated and tried to kill us. On the hilltop, Xera stood, a knocked arrow pointed at a kneeling figure.

“I think that’s a simulacrum,” Faoril said as she gazed at the hill. “She would be his source of pussy juices to power his magic.”

“Oh,” I answered. “But he’s dead?”

“I think so,” Faoril smiled. “Xera hit him twice with her arrows and she stands over his corpse.”

“Who was he?” I asked.

“Yes,” Angela growled. “I need to know.”

Angela pushed herself to her feet and stalked to the hill. I followed after, closing up my robes and tying them together. Faoril strode at my side. Her eyes were intense. During the fight, she had been so calm, standing there studying the thing instead of panicking.

I knew I wanted to run, but I couldn’t let Angela die.

“You were brave,” I said.

“Huh?” asked the mage.

“You stood there so calm. Weren’t you scared?”

“No.” Faoril frowned. “I was…trying to understand it. The thing was an impressive feat of magic. It was a puzzle I had to solve. I really didn’t have the mental energy to spare on being scared.”

“It was an abomination,” I gasped. “Not something to be admired.”

“No, it shouldn’t be admired.” Faoril shook her head. “Training for the test is all about staying calm while things like that happen. A mage that loses her composure cannot be trusted with truly dangerous magic.”

We reached the hill and began climbing. A woman without any hair on her head knelt beside the dead mage. She looked calm, dressed in simple white robes in the same style as Faoril. The woman seemed so alien without hair, her head smooth as an eggshell.

“Simulacrum,” Faoril asked, “who was your previous master?”

“Fireeyes,” she calmly answered.

Faoril gasped. “Why would he be after you?” The mage looked at Angela. “The Magery Council has ordered his execution for the perversity of his magic.”

“Looks like Xera did them a favor,” Sophia giggled.

“You do not understand,” Faoril gasped, “he was the most dangerous warlock in the world. Who are your enemies, Angela, that they could hire this man?”

END of Book 2

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My friend’s story If i missed some tags live with it enjoy

My friend’s story

Rick’s WIFE 6 (6 of 6)
“Ladies, bring Peter with you and come stand in front of me,”
William said.
We rose from the couch and moved together toward William. I
was stopped by the gentle, guiding hands. Silence for a moment or
two.
“Will you all kindly move so that Linda is in the center of
the triad you form. Linda, take your panties off, and hand them to
your husband. Now, turn around, spread your legs a bit, bend at
the waist and place your hands on your ankles. There, that’s fine.
Can you spread your feet apart a bit more? Good. And can you
comfortably maintain that position for a little while?,”
“I think so,” Linda replied.
“Peter, reach down with both your hands and spread your wife’s
buttocks, please. Yes, just so. I do enjoy contemplating and
enjoying a woman in this position. It touches the sublimated
animal nature in a man, and is more primitive than face to face
coupling. The spiked heels, long sculpted legs rising to creamy
tight buttocks, the pink rosebud asshole, nearly hairless, topping
a small and luscious cunt. Ah, yes. The cunt. That alter of
adolescent dreams and adult passion. How much semen in our long
history has been spilled as an offering to the cunt dreams and
obsessions of young boys? And even as grown men, having just
received the satisfaction of its sacrament, how often does the
lust, desire and even pain remind us that we LACK a cunt around our
prick, or at the end of our fingers or tongue, and that, by god,
it’s time to worship again?”
“Linda, you have a cunt of great beauty. If it could speak,
it would BEG to be penetrated. It would speak of probing fingers,
or of soft tongues. The small drop of honey just here…”
Linda’s entire body shivered. “Oh, god….” she moaned.
“…..entwined in the soft pubic hair rising above your
clitoris, speaks plainly enough to anyone willing to listen. It
tells me that you need, you want, you must have my cock, your
husband’s cock, any cock inside of you. Would you like to milk my
cock with your cunt, dear Linda?”
“Yes, yes I’d like that…”
“I know you would. Peter, give me your hand.”
Holding Linda’s left buttock apart with my left hand, I felt
William grasp my right hand by the wrist. He guided it down and
placed it into the cleft of my wife’s open buttocks. Releasing my
wrist, he placed his hand on top of mine and moved both our hands
downward together, almost as one. As my middle finger moved along
the beginning of Linda’s slit, his middle finger, resting atop
mine, suddenly pressed downward and both of our fingers penetrated
deep into Linda’s vagina.
William spoke softly, close to my ear, but loud enough for all
to hear. “To share your loving wife with another man, as you share
Linda with me, is very beautiful, Peter. It bespeaks a profound
understanding that the most wonderful, the most loving
manifestation of possession is to share. And to share,
unreservedly, what we love most teaches us the gracious lesson that
we can never really “possess” another human being, that all we can
ever do is to give, and give, and then give again. It is not a
trite lesson to learn that the more we cling to things, the more
they slip away, while the more we give things up, the more they
come to us.”
As he spoke, our fingers probed Linda. Together, they moved
in and out, turned about, returned, then slowly left her lubricated
cunt.
“I can see Linda is getting a bit uncomfortable. You can
stand up, dear. Peter, sit here on the couch; let me help you.
Now sit back and spread your legs. Linda, get down on your knees
in front of your husband and rest your arms on his thighs.”
I felt Linda’s cool hands slide along the tops of my thighs.
There was a moment or two of silence. Suddenly, I felt her hands
tighten and she dug her nails into my legs. There was a deep
exhalation of breath from her lips.
“My cock is buried in your wife, Peter. Linda, you can use
your hands on your husband, but not your mouth. Right now, I want
to be the only one penetrating you in any way. Breigha, please
kneel behind me and caress my buttocks.”
As Linda began to masturbate me, I felt the rhythmic rocking
motion, from William’s slow thrusting, being transmitted through
her. Every once in a while, William’s thrusts would be more
violent, and Linda would jerk forward. The only sound, besides
Linda’s occasional moans and deep breathing, was the “slap” each
time his hips met my wife’s buttocks.
“Linda, let go of your husband’s cock, lay your head on his
lap, and arch your back downward and your hips up. Much better.
Now take your right hand, place the middle finger in your husband’s
mouth, and fuck him with it, exactly like I’m fucking you. When I
go deep, go deep in his mouth. When I slow down and move it around
inside, I want you to mirror it with the same motion of your
finger. I want you to fuck your husband exactly as you’re being
fucked.”
Linda’s long finger entered my mouth, then slowly withdrew.
It’s tip circled about my lips, teasingly, then suddenly penetrated
as Linda jerked forward and breathed a low “Mmmmmmm…” It went
deep, to the back of my throat, sloooowwwwwly withdrew until just
the tip clung at the edge of my lips, then penetrated again to the
hilt. With her finger inserted to its full length, she began to
move the base in a large circle where my lips engulfed it. It
moved out just a bit, then began to fuck inward with the rhythmic
forward jerks of Linda’s body. As Linda fucked my mouth and as
William fucked Linda, she began to mouth the raunchy obscenities I
knew foretold a coming orgasm.
“Linda, as you cum with another man’s cock buried in your
cunt, and as you fuck your husband’s mouth, I want you to tell him
that you love him, that even though the little slit between your
legs, all your lovely body, has been given up and offered to me,
that your submission and gift is really to him.”
Trying to catch her breath, between the now savage shagging of
her proffered bottom, Linda spoke to me.
“Peter….darling….I do love you. Oh, god…. He’s fucking
me so hard..but… I’ll always love you, Peter…. I’ll always be
your wife…. this has all been for you, for us…. Oh, my
god… Peter, I’m cuming….”
Linda’s orgasm was long and hard. She dropped both hands to
my waist and gripped me almost painfully. Her body shuddered and
thrust back against William’s pumping cock, clinging to it, trying
to engulf it, to open herself totally and to give up every inch of
the depth she had to offer, to pull his penis up into the core of
her belly.
Breathing heavily, her body slick with sweat and jerking with
post-orgasmic shivers, I held her head in my hands. My cock,
engorged with blood and heavy, lay beneath her heaving chest. I
felt William lean forward and gently kiss the top of her head, then
quietly disengage. There was silence for few moments.
“Try to rise, Linda. We have the last chapter to write
together, the one you specifically requested. Breigha darling,
bring the cream, please.”
I felt Linda rise unsteadily. There was movement to my left,
then Breigha knelt on the couch beside me. After a brief pause,
two cool hands, coated with soft cream, circled my cock. They
worked up the base to the tip, smearing the cream around every inch
of my hard-on. As the fingers worked, William talked.
“As Breigha has her fun… please, let’s not get too carried
away, dear; Peter doesn’t look like he has a lot of self-control
left…. let me tell you what is happening, Peter. I’m standing
behind your wife, my friend, my hands around her front and in her
crotch, playing with that sweet cunt I just fucked, my cock rubbing
up into the crack of her ass. Oooh, Linda, dear! I guess you
could say she’s doing the rubbing, Peter! Anyway, her hands are
reaching around behind us and she’s massaging my ass cheeks. We’re
both watching Breigha’s handiwork and your commendable efforts to
keep from cumming. Tell me, Linda, how would you like to have a
seat on Peter’s creamy pole?”
“I think I’d like that.”
“I think you’d both like that. Let’s accommodate your
husband. Please spread your legs a bit, Peter.”
I felt Linda move between my legs as she placed both palms on
my knees.
“Scoot forward a bit, Peter. There, that’s good. Lower
yourself a little, Linda. Here, let me hold your ass cheeks open.
Breigha, kindly guide Peter.”
As Breigha held my cock, Linda lowered her ass onto me. Anal
sex had been a turn on for me as long as I could remember, but
Linda had been sensitive there and seemed to enjoy it only rarely.
Accordingly, we indulged occasionally, but not as often as I would
have liked.
As the tip touched her, she stopped. Then, slowly, she let
her weight press down. Just at the point where I thought Breigha
must be mis-aiming, the head pushed through the tight ring of her
anus and entered smoothly. Linda inhaled sharply then let out a
throaty groan. Slowly, ever so slowly, she settled down and down,
down the length of my cock, taking every inch until I felt
William’s fingers, holding her buttocks, rest on my lap. As his
fingers pulled out from between us, she finally let her full weight
rest on me, and was now impaled totally.
“A woman taking a large and erect cock fully in the ass is a
marvelous sight, Linda. Breigha and I would enjoy the view better,
though, if you would lean back against your husband’s chest.
That’s better. Now put your feet up and on top of his knees.
William, spread your legs wider.”
We did as asked. I could imagine the scene: my cock buried
in my wife’s ass, leaning back, her legs spread and her feet
resting on my knees, her sex open and soaked above the stretched,
full anus. William’s voice suddenly came from near my ear, just
behind the couch.
“Breigha, please kneel down in front of them and use your
tongue to good advantage. Peter, I want you and Linda to relax,
and enjoy my wife’s attention. In the meantime, I’m going to reach
down here over your shoulder, take your wife’s hips, and move her
up and down your cock. Please let me do the work, Peter. I like
to think that I will be fucking your wife in the ass with your
cock. It’s a good thing you’re so petite, Linda. This might have
been interesting, otherwise.”
As Breigha’s tongue swirled around my balls, the place where
Linda and I were joined, and my wife’s cunt, I felt William’s arms
reach down over my shoulders from behind, and his hands grasp
Linda’s hips. Slowly, the tight ring gripping my cock rose up to
the tip, hesitated, then descended. Linda gasped as she was once
again impaled on my probing penis.
“It is the most incredible sensation to be fucked in the ass,
is it not, Linda? There is no other feeling of “fullness” and
penetration that approaches it. To submit to an ass-fuck is to be
truly opened, possessed and owned. Watching your husband’s cock
slide up between your cute, dimpled ass cheeks is a sublime
picture, I can assure you. And to have others watch your
submission and penetration, to have strangers witness this offering
of the most intimate and private part of your body to a man and to
the phallus, is truly sweet and decadent, yes?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, it is.”
Breigha suddenly probed with her finger at my ass, then slowly
insinuated it deep into my rectum, turned it around, then withdrew
it. Returning again, she began to fuck my ass with the full length
of her digit while continuing to tongue the underside of my
testicles. Meanwhile, William had begun to raise and lower Linda,
the ring of her stretched rectum sliding up to the tip and back to
the base, the movement regular and smooth. I could tell being man-
handled and lifted like a child by William was turning Linda on
even more. She moaned each time, at the top, as the tip nearly
pulled free, only to have her body lowered once again.
I lowered my hand and felt my balls, pushed three fingers into
Breigha’s mouth, moved up and felt my creamy cock and the juncture
where my wife and I were intimately joined, the almost obscenely
stretched ring of her anus, full now and easily accepting the fuck,
then moved up and plunged into her cunt, retreated and centered
finally on the little nib of her clitoris.
As I masturbated my wife the way I know she loves, I had a
sudden epiphany. I imagined that William was masturbating me,
using my wife’s ass and body to jack me off. The thought passed
quickly and was obliterated by the pure pleasure of the many
sensations: Breigha’s slightly painful but very erotic probing of
my ass, her tongue on my full testicles, my wife’s tight ass-hole
sliding almost magically up and down the full height of my rigid
pole, her warm breath and animal moans low in my ear, her fingers
in my hair. Sensing we were close, William had begun to raise and
lower Linda more quickly, nearly slamming her down on my lap,
fucking her in the ass with my cock.
As Linda’s orgasm peaked, her body writhing in pleasure and
pushing her pelvic bone and clitoris hard against my frigging
fingers, her anus clenching and unclenching, I shot my semen into
her ass. I arched my back and rammed upwards as deeply as I could
into her ruined bottom. She screamed once, loudly, as every muscle
in her body tensed and shivered. As we both came, William reached
around from behind and gently, lovingly, cupped both our foreheads
in his warm hands. Breigha had knelt up and was stroking Linda’s
belly and breasts, occasionally planting light kisses on the
insides of my thighs.
It was in this way that time stood still, or so it seemed.
The last few waves of orgasm so slowly dissipated that I do not
remember when I finally realized that it was over, what may have
been many minutes or hours later, and came awake as if from a
dream. I do not remember the demarcation between “orgasm” and “no
more orgasm.” I only remember the four of us frozen like that for
what seemed like hours, dreamily stroking and being stroked,
neither Linda nor I attempting to remove my semi-erect cock from
her rectum, and both of us running our hands up and down our sweaty
bodies, kissing like teenagers, feeling the dreamy touch of
strangers everywhere.
Just barely, I remember William and Breigha dressing, hugging
us, saying their final goodbyes, and the blindfold being removed.
I remember, in the hazy red glow of nearly dead embers, seeing my
wife for the first time in hours, her hair akimbo, face flushed and
anxious, full of life and love and wanting everything to be
alright. We slept what was left of that night on the living-room
floor, arms and legs entwined within a soft comforter, wrapped
around us like a womb.
Saturday, I rose before Linda, showered and began to make her
favorite breakfast of sourdough pancakes. I squeezed some fresh
orange juice, and sliced a few avocados that we would dip in the
cream cheese I was softening.
I heard the shower begin running and knew Linda had risen.
She soon shuffled bleary-eyed into the kitchen, staring at the
little feast I had prepared, and sat her pretty little behind at
the dinette. Her hair was still wet from the shower and she wore
my red bathrobe tucked around her like a large tent.
“It rises, it moves, it appears hungry…. Dare I feed it?”
“It gets fed, or it inserts an avocado pit in your left
nostril,” she said grinning.
“Oooooooh. Scary.”
I produced the sourdough flapjacks with a flourish, then
grabbed the maple syrup I had warmed. I sat down and we enjoyed
the breakfast for a few minutes in silence.
“You know I’ve got a thousand questions I want to ask you,” I
started suddenly. “Like how you met this William and Breigha, what
you told them, how you set this all up, etc. Oh, and by the way,
is this the end of your fantasy? This multi-part fantasy stuff is
okay, but it’s a double-edge sword, you know. MY turn is coming up
and you know how much I thrive on precedents. When are we getting
the pictures? How do we know they aren’t keeping copies? What did
they look like? How old were they? Jesus, did you believe the ego
of that guy? God, you were sexy as hell. Babe, I REALLY had a
good time, but I was wondering what….”
Linda had suddenly put her hand up in exasperation.
“Look, sweetheart, we can talk about all this later. Right
now, I can tell you that I’ve pretty much shot my fantasy wad, at
least for a while. It’s your turn, dear husband. Now let me eat
my pancakes in peace, okay?” she said with a smile.
“Okay, okay… I just want you to know that you’re not making
it easy to top you!”
Linda looked up and narrowed her eyes. “This is a
COMPETITION? Fine. Just fine. Remember, though, that YOU brought
it up. I can whip your ass at anything I set my mind to, including
scrabble.”
“Hey, wait a minute, it’s not my fault. It’s all that goddamn
testosterone sloshing around in my blood. You know how it goes…”
“Yeah, I know, you’re nothing but a big, walking testes with
a dick for a nose. Well, I’m ready for whatever YOUR puny little
“perverted” brain can come up with, husband of mine!” Linda said
with an evil grin and a twinkle in her eye. She got up from the
chair, kissed me on the forehead and sashayed out of the kitchen.
I nibbled the corner of a half-eaten, soggy pancake and
weighed the 50 or 60 different ideas I’d been storing up for the
last 30 years or so. Yeah, I think I could top her. But not in
the way she may THINK I would try to top her.
As all the scenarios unfolded in my mind like a cheaply
wrapped package, my dick stood to attention. I started to load the
dishwasher (remembering to rinse them first). Life is so full of
possibilities….
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End of WIFE

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Linda enjoys her new job as the school nurse and all the delights her husband has edited so she can enjoy some sexy students!

Book One: Naughty Fantasies Created

Chapter Nineteen: The Nurse’s Naughty Office

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this.

Linda Davies

My excitement at being the school nurse at Rainier Christian College was quickly wearing off. It was great that I was here, and I was eager for the changes my husband made to enjoy those nubile, coed girls. I wanted to just do such naughty things to them. Playing with my daughters, especially Sam, had given me a taste for young, female flesh.

And hearing about my husband having fun with Kyleigh and Nikkole only added to the excitement, so I was eager for my turn.

Then no one showed up after the first hour. Nor the second hour. It meant I had to figure out what to do. I wasn’t given any orientation. Or, well, I probably was, but I didn’t remember the new timeline and the things that I’d done that were different. I mean, I was at home this morning when suddenly I was here when my husband had edited reality to give me this new job.

So I settled into the office and tried to get familiar with it. wasn’t the day I hoped, but I had a job to do. I had to figure things out. I probably had to pay attention to my supplies. I should find a list and do an inspection of what I had. Figure out where things are.

I began the inventorying which gave me a way to familiarizing my new workplace. With a clipboard, I started going through the locked drawer, finding them full of standard medical supplies. By the time I was halfway through, I was getting hungry, wondering if it was time for my break. I glanced at the clock and was just thinking about heading to the faculty’s lounge when the doors opened.

My daughter Becky walked in.

My eldest child immediately undid her tie, saying, “Wow, Mom, this is great that you work here now. Shame it wasn’t a few days ago, then I wouldn’t have had to leave campus to come to see you.”

“Oh, yeah, right,” I said. Had the random girl that would come here to have sex with somehow my daughter?

The tie whisked through her blouse’s collar. She dropped it to the ground like she wasn’t even noticing what she was doing. I smiled. This room was special now. It had an aura, making it so girls and women would feel so comfortable they would just strip naked and be eager for any kind of sex, their libidos going into overdrive.

Her fingers attacked the buttons of her blouse. “I just came here to congratulate you, Mom! It’s cool.”

“Most children don’t want their parents at their college,” I said, amusement tingeing my tone. I shivered in delight as she revealed her large breasts clad in a deep-maroon bra. Her tits swayed as she slipped out of her blouse.

“Well, most children aren’t eager to have sex with their parents,” Becky said. “And now that you’re here, we can have fun.”

I smiled. “Not having fun with your father?”

“I don’t have a chance,” Becky said. “When he has his open period, I have class. I guess I could set things up in lunch, but… I didn’t think of it.” She reached behind her and unfastened her bra.

“So bold of you, just stripping naked,” I said. “You’re really blossoming.”

“Well, it just feels right to be naked in here,” she said, her large breasts coming in to view. She paused. “But you’re not getting naked, Mom. I want to see your boobs. They’re lovely.”

I shuddered in delight. I was just reaching for the hem of my scrubs when the door opened and Kyleigh walked in. The beauty that my husband had transformed, the girl that he’d fucked first with his editing powers, unfastened her tie.

“Hey, Becky,” Kyleigh said, nodding, not at all concerned to see my daughter stripping naked. Kyleigh’s gray tie dropped to the floor. “Are you here to have sex with the school nurse?”

My daughter’s eyes blinked as she unzipped her gray skirt. It fell to the ground in a puddle of cloth. It was just a treat to see her in her dark-maroon panties. My daughter said, “Why would I have sex with my mom?”

“Ooh, she’s your mom?” asked Kyleigh. “That sounds naughty.” Kyleigh threw open her blouse, her large breasts unconstrained by a bra. Fat, dusky-pink nipples were thrust out before her, hard and beautiful.

“Sex, though?” my daughter asked.

“Well, I just felt this naughty urge,” said Kyleigh. “You know, you get horny and suddenly, ‘I bet the school nurse can help me out.’” The busty nineteen-year-old girl shrugged, her tits wobbling. Her black hair swayed about her face, her green eyes shining. “You know, it’s her job to make us feel better.”

“Well, I mean…” Becky glanced at me. She looked nervous, like she stood on thin ice, as she shoved her panties down her thighs. She stepped out of them. Her trimmed, auburn bush glistening with her excitement.

“So you’re joining the fun, Becky?” Kylie asked, her skirt dropping to the floor. She did wear panties. A naughty, purple thong with a little bow at the top. She pushed those down, too. They fell down her past her knees then to her feet in her black, schoolgirl shows and her ruffled, ankle socks. “I’ve never done it with girls, but your Dad’s great, so I bet this will be fun.”

Becky’s jaw dropped.

“Yes, my daughter’s joining the fun,” I said, shuddering in delight. “Aren’t you, honey?”

“Yeeeeaaahhhh,” Becky said, her words drawing out as she slipped out of her black shoes and then pulled off her dainty socks. Naked, my daughter shivered.

“You’re not getting naked Mrs. Davies,” said Kyleigh, also nude now. They were both such busty girls. We all were.

“You’re so right,” I said. I ripped off my pink scrub tops, my hair dancing around my shoulders. I dropped my shirt to the floor. Then I reached behind her and undid the fastener behind me, slipping it off my shoulders, my cups coming off my breasts.

“Ooh, you got lovely boobies, Mrs. Davies,” Kyleigh said. She licked her lips, her body quivering. Already, juices beaded on her pussy lips and ran down her thighs. I shuddered in delight, loving the changes to reality my husband had edited.

His power was amazing.

“Well, why don’t you come and nurse on one,” I said, hefting both my boobs. “You have a choice of which one to play with.”

Kyleigh glanced at my daughter. “You have a favorite, or is it your first time with your mother?”

“Uhhhhhh…” My daughter shivered, her nipples thrusting fat and hard from her areolas, the pink bleeding into the pale hue of her skin. “I mean, no. We’ve done things.”

“I’ll take right, you take left then,” Kyleigh said, grabbing my daughter’s hand and smiling at her. “Let’s have a naughty exam.”

I was just shoving down my scrub bottoms when the two busty coeds advanced on me, their large tits swaying and jiggling. They were both so beautiful. I stepped out of my scrub bottoms, my pussy juices soaking my panties.

This was a treat.

The two girls reached me. Kyleigh just dove right in. She squeezed my right breast, hefting them. She squeezed and kneaded my boob, her fingers digging into her flesh. She stared at me, a twinkle in her green eyes.

“Ooh, Mrs. Davies, you have such lush breasts,” said Kyleigh. “Becky, you inherited a great pair of tits.”

“Thanks,” Becky said, her words still a little stunned.

“Relax, honey,” I said, grabbing my daughter’s hand and pulling her closer. “It’s okay. This is a special place.”

Becky nodded while Kyleigh’s head darted down. I gasped as the cute minx latched onto my nipple. She sucked with a hungry passion. I groaned, the pleasure shooting down to my pussy. My cunt grew hotter and hotter as my daughter’s green eyes grew glossy.

Then she leaned down and cupped my left breast. Her tongue flicked across her pink lips before my sweet daughter sucked on my nipple. I gasped in delight, loving the incestuous thrill. Both girls sucked and nursed with such hunger.

Their mouths sealed tight about my nipples as they sucked with passion. Their cheeks hollowed as they both nursed with such hunger. My pussy clenched. I whimpered, my hands sliding through both their silky hairs. I held them tight to my boobs, this motherly delight surging through me.

“Oh, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Such good, little girls. Mmm, coming in here, making me feel so welcomed at this school.”

They both sucked with different passion. Kyleigh had these hungry suckles, powerful delights that surged through me. My nub ached in her mouth while she made such wicked sounds. My daughter had more tongue action, swirling and fluttering around my nipple between her naughty nurses. Either way, the pleasure shot down to my cunt.

My panties absorbed more and more of my juices. I shuddered as Kyleigh’s hands kneaded my breasts. She loved my nipple, her green eyes staring up at me. My daughter’s hands stroked my side and stomach, her fingers teasing me. Little delights shot through my body, rippling through my skin.

Her fingers reached my panties. They played along the edges, then she thrust them in. I gasped at the delight of her invade my underwear. She stroked through my bush. My auburn hair swept around my shoulders as I shuddered, my daughter’s fingers reaching deeper and deeper.

She brushed the top folds of my pussy. She caressed my labia.

“Ooh, what a naughty pair of girls you are,” I moaned, my fingers sliding through their hair.

Kyleigh’s fingers dug deep into my tit. She kneaded me. Their was loud sucks and smacks as they nursed. It was this delicious treat. My hips wiggled from side to side. My delight surged through me, my cunt growing hotter and hotter.

Becky’s fingers caressed my pussy, teased me. This delight rippled through my body. My ass clenched as the heat billowed through me. I groaned, my fingers gripping their hair as my daughter’s digits found my clit. She stroked it. She teased my bud.

It was incredible. I gasped and groaned, my eyes fluttering. This heat billowed through my body. This delicious treat that had me swaying from side to side. My breasts jiggled as the two girls sucked and nursed at my nipples.

“Yes, yes, you’re both so sweet,” I gasped, their every suckle swelling the excitement in me. “Mmm, we’re going to do such naughty things together.”

My daughter’s fingers danced on my clit. She nibbled on my nipple.

“Ooh, yes, I can feel how excited you are for the naughty exam.”

Kyleigh massaged and kneaded my breasts, her touch feeling amazing. All those nerve endings in my boobs sent pleasure down to my cunt. She sucked harder, her hot mouth loving my nub. My pussy clenched, the heat growing.

“You two are going to make me cum!” I moaned.

They both groaned around my nipples. Becky’s tongue swirled around my left nub. Kyleigh’s lips were hot around the other. My pussy’s pressure swelled. My daughter’s digits made my clit throb. Sparks splashed through me.

I quivered, on the verge of exploding. My fingers held tight to their hair. They nursed and suckled at me. They loved me. Their cheeks hollowed. They swirled their tongues around my nipples and caressing my areolas, teasing me, driving me wild. The pleasure surged through my body, my cunt growing hotter and hotter.

Then I gasped out in rapture. My orgasm burst inside of me. This wonderful pleasure shot through me. This wave of heat that made me gasp and groan. My heart pounded in my chest as this rush of bliss surged through me. I trembled, my eyes fluttering.

I threw back my head and gasped out, “Oh, yes, thank you!”

It was incredible. It was amazing. This heat shot through me. My eyes fluttered as this wondrous delight washed through me. I savored the bliss sweeping through me. My pussy convulsed, juices gushing out of me.

“Oh, girls, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, that’s amazing. You two are just so sweet for coming here to see me.”

Kyleigh popped her mouth off. “Is that your pussy I’m smelling?”

I breathed in, smelling a mix of hot cunts as my body shivered through my flesh. “Mmm, that’s all of us. We’re all mixing together.”

“Oh, yes, yes, it’s juicy,” moaned Becky. “Pussy has a wonderful treat. A delicious delight.”

“Really,” said Kyleigh. “I never thought you did naughty things. I’ve always looked up to you, Becky.”

My daughter, two years older, blinked. “Really?”

Kyleigh nodded. “You’re so smart. Top of the class. You’re going to be valedictorian, I can just feel it.”

Becky’s cheeks blushed, her fingers rubbing at my cunt still, my body trembling from my orgasm. “I don’t know what to say.”

Kyleigh winked at her. “So… I’ll lick your mom’s pussy while she licks you. How does that sound?”

“Wonderful,” I said, my body trembling. “I love giving a woman her first taste of pussy. It’s a special moment.”

The naughty coed grinned at me.

I took a few steps back and sank down on the small exam bed, one of the two in the room. My breasts jiggled. My pillowy tits swayed as I leaned back, the paper covering crinkling against my naked ass and back. My breasts swayed as Kyleigh mounted the foot of it, her heavy tits swaying before her tits. She licked her lips, reaching for my panties.

“Let’s get these off,” she said. “I’m really excited to do this. To eat you out, Mrs. Davies.”

I shuddered as she hooked the waistband of my panties and drew them down my thighs. I whimpered as she pulled them off of me. My big breasts swayed while I squirmed. Both my nipples ached, soaked in their saliva.

Becky stared at me, shivering. She still looked a little uneasy. I just smiled at her. This was a special place, but I couldn’t tell that to Becky. Instead, I beckoned with my fingers. She stumbled towards us. She shoved her fingers into her mouth, sucking my juices off of them.

“You are such a beautiful, young woman,” I said as my daughter came closer.

“Mmm, she is,” said Kyleigh. She caressed my thighs, my panties now off, and leaned her head in. “And so are you, Mrs. Davies. Ooh, I can’t wait to lick your pussy.”

“First my husband, and now me?” I asked.

Kyleigh shivered. “You know.”

Becky’s eyes widened. She mouthed, “Daddy and her?”

“I’ve watched the footage from yesterday,” I moaned. “You were a sexy thing gasping and moaning your pretty, little head off.”

Kyleigh grinned. “I like doing things with the professors, but most don’t understand.” She breathed in. “Oh, Mrs. Davies, you smell amazing.”

I took my daughter’s hand, pulling her to the bed as Kyleigh’s lips nuzzled into my pussy. I groaned in delight as she took her first lick of woman’s hot snatch. She licked through me again, her tongue caressing my labia. It was incredible. A pleasure shot through me.

Then Becky was mounting the bed. She threw her leg over my head. I groaned at the sight of my daughter’s furred muff. Her barely legal twat lowered down to me. My beautiful girl pressed her snatch down on my mouth, her wet bush caressing my face and nose. Her spicy juices caressed my lips. They poured into my mouth.

I licked.

My tongue flicked through my daughter’s folds. I caressed her, played with her. I drove my tongue into her depths. I fluttered through her. I teased her. She shuddered atop of me, her bush rubbing into my face while she moaned out in delight.

I moaned, too. Kyleigh’s tongue lapped at my pussy. Her fingers parted my pussy lips. She drove her tongue into my snatch. She licked and lapped at me. My toes curled. Pleasure rippled through me, my breasts jiggling as I panted. I teased my daughter, caressing her folds, drinking in her spicy musk.

“Mmm, Mrs. Davies!” moaned Kyleigh. “Ooh, pussy is great. I wish there were other hot female staff members for me to play with.”

“You’re so naughty, Kyleigh,” groaned Becky. “No wonder every guy at our college pants after you.”

Kyleigh giggled. She fluttered her tongue through my snatch. She caressed me, stroked me. She brushed up to my clit, making me jump. My sensitive bud throbbed from her wicked touch. Her fingers stroked my pussy lips as she moaned.

My daughter’s rump clenched over my face as she ground on me. Her braid of auburn hair swept down her back as she danced on me. She whimpered and moaned, her juices pouring into my mouth. Her hands grabbed my tits, her palms rubbing on my sensitive nipples.

“Oh, Mom, yes!” gasped Becky. “Ooh, that’s nice. Just lick right there. Slide that tongue into me. Ooh, it’s incredible! Thank you! Thank you, Mom!”

Her hips danced from side to side, smearing that wondrous pussy across my hungry mouth. Kyleigh jammed her tongue deep into my cunt. She swirled it around in me, teasing my depths. The bed creaked beneath me as this wondrous, sapphic delight shot through me.

I had a nubile schoolgirl feasting on my twat while my daughter rode my face.

My toes curled. This pleasure surged through me. I squeezed my thighs about Kyleigh’s face. I rubbed my cunt against her mouth. She moaned into my snatch as she pleasured me. Feasted on me. Another orgasm built and built in me.

“Oh, Mom, she’s feasting on you,” moaned Becky. “Wow, she’s just loving your pussy.”

“She tastes so good!” moaned Kyleigh.

“Finger that butt and eat my Mom!”

I shuddered, picturing the black-haired Kyleigh feasting on my ass, one hand stroking my clit while the other reamed fingers into her tight asshole. What a naughty way to masturbate. Those digits plunging into her asshole, digging into her bowels, teasing her.

It was a hot delight. I moaned and gasped as I feasted on my daughter. I flicked my tongue through her folds. I teased her. I sucked on her labia. I drove her wild with my passion. Her juices coated my face, her bush tickling my lips and cheeks.

What a delicious treat. It fed my impending orgasm.

“Eat my mom! Make her cum!” Becky’s back arched. “Oh, yes, Mom, right there! You know what I like! You love my pussy!”

“I do,” I moaned, my hands reaching up her body. I found my daughter’s heavy breasts, almost as big as mine.

I kneaded them. I dug my fingers into her flesh. I massaged them while she ground her palms into my nipples. Pleasure shot through me. I squirmed on the couch. It was incredible. This heat washed through my body. My heart pounded in my chest. This wild passion rippled through my body. I gasped and squirmed. This was delicious.

Juices poured into my mouth. I groaned. My tongue fluttered through her. I licked her. She was so wet and tasted so good. Her cream was a hot delight that I savored. My fingers dug into her tits while Kyleigh’s finger massaged my clit.

“Oh, that’s good!” panted Becky. “Oh, Mom, I’m going to cum! Are you?”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, my pussy clenching around Kyleigh’s tongue. That little minx was hungry for my cunt. “Getting there. Ooh, this is a great first day!”

“Yes!” gasped Kyleigh. She massaged my bud. She teased me. My eyes fluttered. My pussy clenched.

Her finger stroked my bud.

Another wonderful orgasm shot through me. My mouth latched onto my daughter’s clit. I sucked hard on her while my delight surged through me. Juices gushed out of my snatch. This buzzing heat swept through my body. Stars burst across my eyes.

I moaned around my daughter’s clit. I squeezed her tits as I bucked on the bed. Kyleigh’s tongue lapped the cream flowing out of me, moaning. She must be fingering her butt-hole hard and fast. Just jamming it deep into her bowels.

It had me dizzy with excitement. This heat rushed through me. I groaned, my thighs clenching around Kyleigh’s face. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed through me. My mind drowned in bliss. In hot delight.

“Mommy!” Becky squealed as I nursed on her clit.

Her juices squirted into my mouth. That wonderful passion bathed my mouth. I licked and lapped at her. My tongue danced through her folds. I lapped up her cream. I savored the treat. My body shuddered as my orgasm peaked in me.

I savored the dying bliss while I licked my daughter’s spicy cream up. I reveled in this. It was great being the school nurse. I was going to have so much fun. I was so glad my husband set this up for me. He knew what I liked.

He wanted to share with me.

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Steve Davies

I was feeling great. Friday had arrived, the weekend was before me. My first week having these powers were over. Yes, I made a few missteps, but I was fixing them. The results of the recall election would come out today. I knew it would be a landslide. The next mayor and city council wouldn’t be as… dedicated. I would take a more balanced control with them. Guide them to doing something positive without bankrupting everyone in town.

It was the lunch break. The day before, my wife had a hot threesome with Kyleigh and Becky. It was a great delight to hear about at home. Becky was a little bemused, coming there just to have sex with her mother, but I assured her that wouldn’t Kyleigh talk. She would just think fondly of her incestuous threesome.

I had a pep to my step when I entered the nurse’s office.

My wife popped out of her office, a naughty grin. “Ooh, I had a wonderful time with Ashlea Botterill twenty minutes ago. She had a ‘tummy ache,’ but I soothed her. She loved her treatment.”

She sauntered toward me. Her breasts swayed in her pink scrub top, her bra clearly removed. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. I tasted a spicy musk, similar to Becky’s cream, on her mouth.

“Mmm, I can tell,” I said, my dick throbbing against her.

“She had a cherry,” my wife added. “That was fun to lick. Never had one of those. These naughty schoolgirls spice up the day and—”

The door opened and Yumiko Itou slipped in. She was a twenty-year-old girl in my last class, a junior with a round face and a delicate nose. She pursed her lips as she attacked the gray tie of her college uniform. It whisked, the silk rustling on silk before sliding through her collar.

“I’m sorry for interrupting,” the Japanese girl said, her voice quiet. “But…”

“It’s okay,” my wife said, breaking away as the girl kept stripping. It looked like she came here for a reason, and not because she felt a naughty urge to have fun with my wife.

However, she still wanted to strip naked and get comfortable. She didn’t even mind my presence as her slender fingers popped her buttons through the eyelets of her blouse. She exposed a soft, orange bra cupping her small breasts, the color contrasting with her pale-olive skin.

“What’s wrong?” my wife asked, going to her and taking the girl’s blouse, folding it up for her.

“It’s just…” She bit her lip, doing something I’d never seen. She slipped her arms through her shoulders straps then spun her bra around, her tits coming into view. They were firm, her dark-olive nipples soft. She had the back band of her bra beneath her breasts and unsnapped it with ease. “The thing is…”

“It’s okay,” My wife said, taking the girl’s bra next. “I won’t judge. And my husband won’t tell. This is a safe place. That’s why you’re getting naked.”

Yumiko nodded. “It’s just…” She swallowed. “Do you have a… a pregnancy test. It’s just… if my parents find out, they’ll kill me.”

“Oh, honey, I do,” my wife said. She took the blouse and bra, setting it on a counter before unlocking a drawer and opening it.

Yumiko dropped her skirt down her thighs. She had a slender figure, her body slim. I felt like I should leave. She glanced at me and I gave her a smile. She licked her lips and then shoved down her creamy, orange panties, exposing a black bush.

“It will be okay,” I told her. If need be, I could edit her over the weekend, make sure her parents were accepting of her if she was pregnant. That was an amazing thing I could do.

My wife returned with a home test pregnancy kit, that rectangle box. I had no idea the college stocked those. She groped the girl’s butt while pressing it into her hand. A shiver ran through Yumiko. Her nipples hardened and a flush darkened her cheeks.

“Now, you just go pee on that in the bathroom,” my wife purred, leaning in. “Then we’ll make you feel good. Relax you. Give you a nice orgasm. Things always feel better after a good cum, right?”

Yumiko’s cheeks blushed even darker while she nodded, “I do always feel better after one.”

“And don’t worry. Sex is a wonderful thing. God made your body to feel delights, so enjoy them. You’ll see, my husband and I will make you feel amazing, and if you’re pregnant, we’re going to be there for you.”

“That’s right,” I said, my dick growing hard as I noticed the first drops of dew beading on her silky bush.

“Thanks,” she said, some of the nervousness vanished from her. She padded to the restroom.

My wife ripped off her top, exposing her heavy, lush breasts. Her dark-red nipples thrust from her wide areolas. She had a wicked grin on her face. She shoved down her bottoms, revealing she wasn’t even wearing panties, just ready to get into naughty fun. She was such a delight. Her silky bush glittered with her passion.

“Just ready to have fun, huh?” I asked her.

“Well, what you’ve done to this room is amazing,” she said. “The things you can do with that naughty app are outstanding. And tonight… We’re going to have a good time.”

“First time I’ve been excited to host one of Sam’s slumber party,” I said.

She laughed. “They do get noisy, don’t they. But this time… you’ll be in there in them in the middle, pervy teacher.”

“So will you, lu—”

“I’m done,” the girl said, holding the test before her as she came out.

“Just set it down and we’ll enjoy a nice way to pass the time,” my wife said. “So, you’ve been having sex, huh?”

“Yes, Mrs. Davies,” the girl said, her cheeks burned.

“So… you got a taste for dick, huh?” My wife had a wicked grin. My cock tented my slacks. I attacked my fastener. I shoved it down with my boxers, my cock popping out, bobbing before me. My balls swayed, aching to cum.

“I guess,” the girl said. “I mean… It’s nice.”

My wife grabbed my cock, stroking me. “Now isn’t that a nice cock? Doesn’t my husband have a dick that you just want to ride?”

The girl shivered. “I… do. This place is just so… so…” A smile crossed her lips. “I need to take my mind off of it. I need something to relax me, don’t I?”

“Yep,” my wife purred as she stroked my dick.

Linda pushed me down onto the exam bed, my cock waving before me. I loosened my tie as another one of my nubile students sauntered to me. Her firm breasts jiggled. She had a huge grin on her face, this look of wanton hunger behind her almond-shaped, brown eyes.

“Oh, Mr. Davies,” she said, “I had a crush on you when I was a freshman.”

“He’s a silver fox,” purred my wife, pulling the naked Yumiko closer. “Now hop on him, enjoy that cock you fantasized about, you naughty thing, and you’ll feel amazing. I guarantee you.”

She nodded her head, as she stood before me, my pants and boxers bunched around my feet. I threw my tie down as she climbed onto the bed. I groaned as this twenty-year-old, petite temptress mounted me. She grabbed my cock with her delicate fingers, her grip so warm around my throbbing dick.

My heart beat faster. In a week, things had changed so much. My life had grown so perverted because of that app. I loved it. I was changing things, making things better. Would the previous school nurse, Corinne Traviss, been at all supportive for this girl?

Probably not.

“Mr. Davies,” she moaned, pressing my cock into the silky strands of her bush. Those wet curls stroked across my sensitive dick. Pleasure rippled through me.

Then I felt the hot kiss of her pussy. My student’s cunt. She groaned as she pushed herself down my cock. Her labia spread over my dick, swallowing more and more of me. She groaned and I moaned as she sank down my shaft. Her delicious cunt caressed me. I reveled in her tight embrace. Pleasure flowed down to the root of my cock.

To my balls brimming with cum.

My hands found her hips, feeling her silky skin. She groaned, her pussy clenching on my dick as she stirred herself around my shaft. Her fingers dug into my shirt. She groaned and then rose up my cock, her pussy clinging to me.

“Oh, I like riding Horácio’s cock,” she moaned, her pussy squeezing me. “It’s always so exciting.”

“He’s your boyfriend?” my wife asked as the naughty girl slid down my pussy.

“Uh-huh,” she moaned. “Oh, yes, Mr. Davies, this is nice. Ooh, I’m feeling better already.”

My wife hugged the girl from behind, her hands cupping Yumiko’s firm breasts. They were as small as Sam’s breasts. I groaned, my dick throbbing in Yumiko’s pussy. She worked her pussy up and down my cock, stimulating me, teasing me. The pleasure cascaded down my cock to my balls.

They grew tight with a load of cum. I groaned, shuddering as my dick throbbed in her pussy’s depths. This delicious heat bathed my shaft. It sent pleasure rippling down through me. I groaned, my heart hammering faster and faster, pumping the rapture through my body.

“That’s it,” moaned my wife. She stood at the side of the bed and pressing her tits into the girl’s back. “Just ride my husband’s cock. Let his dick soothe that hot, horny pussy of yours.”

“It is so horny!” the girl moaned. “Oh, I never could admit that. I would lie to Horácio and pretend to give in to having sex with. I’d claim I was just being a good girlfriend since we’re promised, but… but… I like it. I want it. I’d sometimes tease him to get him aroused.”

“Naughty girl,” my wife moaned. She licked Yumiko’s ear.

The girl shuddered, her pussy clamping down on my dick as she rode my shaft.

I groaned, my hands squeezing her hips. The pressure on my dick was incredible. Her tight, maybe-pregnant pussy felt amazing on me. I reveled in it. my heart pounding in my chest as she stirred her pussy around my dick, dancing her cunt around me. She moaned and gasped. Her pussy throbbed around me as she rode me faster and faster.

“Mr. Davies!” she gasped every time she slammed down my cock. She slid up, her pussy sucking at my dick. “Mr. Davies, yes!”

I loved it, my hands stroking her sides, feeling the delight of her skin while that amazing pussy caressed my shaft. My dick throbbed and ached in her cunt. My balls grew tighter while her juices soaked them. The heat of her passion basted them.

My wife kneaded the girl’s tits, squeezing those breasts, massaging them right before me. I stared into Yumiko’s eyes. They were glassy with her passion. Her pussy squeezed around me. This incredible rush surged through me.

I was coming closer and closer to erupting. To spurting my cum into those hot depths. It would be such a delight. A treat that would be amazing. It would spurt out of me. This hot rush of passion that would bathe her depths with my seed.

“Work that hot cunt up and down my husband’s dick, you naughty slut,” my wife moaned, her green eyes growing glassy with her lust.

“Mr. Davies!” the girl squealed as she bottomed out on my cock again, more of her cream soaking my shaft.

“You love that dick in your naughty cunt,” my wife moaned. “Mmm, pump that snatch up and down him.”

“Mr. Davies, yes!”

“You’re going to cum on his dick! You’re going to milk his cock!” My wife pinched the girl’s dark-olive nipples.

The Japanese beauty gasped, her pussy squeezing down on my dick. “I am!”

“Do it!” my wife moaned. “Cum on my husband’s dick. Let that beautiful pussy writhe about him. Make him explode!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” the girl moaned, her body bucking and heaving. Her passion resounded through the room. It spilled over everything, these loud yells and moans. She bucked hard, her pussy squeezing around my dick.

Her juices gushed out of her as her pussy convulsed. Her head threw back, allowing my wife to nibble at the coed’s slender throat. Linda’s fingers twisted those nipples while that delicious cunt spasmed and sucked about my cock.

The pleasure rippled about me. My balls tightened. That sucking pressure of her bred, juicy cunt worked on my nuts. It was this amazing heaven. My hands tightened on her hips. I held her tight as she bucked and writhed on me, pumping that massaging snatch up and down my cock.

“Yumiko!” I groaned. “I love it! You’re going to make me cum!”

“Do it, Mr. Davies!” she howled. “I’m already pregnant! I just know it! Cum in me!”

I couldn’t resist any longer. I groaned out loud. This heat rushed through me. This delicious rapture slammed into my mind. My thoughts melted beneath the onslaught. It struck me and left me reeling. My balls unloaded.

I came in her bred pussy.

My jizz fired out of me. It pumped into her depths. I flooded the girl with all my passion. I would make her life better. Tomorrow. With my three charges. I would make sure she had a happy life with her boyfriend and her child. I would improve her. That was something I could do for this amazing beauty.

“Yumiko, yes!” I gasped as I kept firing into her, the powerful ecstasy slamming into my mind.

“You’re so hot, Mr. Davies!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, so much! So much cum! It’s amazing!”

“Mmm, it is!” moaned my wife. “Now I’m going to lick you clean. I’m going to lap all that yummy cum out of your pussy!”

“Yes!” I groaned as my orgasm peaked, that pleasure melting down through my body as the euphoric bliss settled upon me.

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

Linda Davies

I settled down on Yumiko, her black bush stained with my husband’s cum leaking out of her. She was pregnant, I could see the pink lines from here, so she was in no danger of being bred by my husband. What a shame.

That would be hot.

“Mrs. Davies,” she moaned before my furred muff pressed on her mouth. I nuzzled into her pussy, licking at the salty cum that was seasoned by her tangy delight. The spunk coated her bush.

“Just lick her,” My husband groaned, kneeling behind me. His cock nudged against my rump, soaked in her juices. “She loves having naughty schoolgirls eating her pussy. She’s a pervy nurse.”

“You would know,” I moaned between licks of gathering up his salty cum from Yumiko’s cunt.

His cock slid between the cheeks of my rump. He pressed against my asshole. I squealed in delight into the girl’s pussy, thrusting my tongue into her cum-filled depths as my husband rammed into my bowels. Her pussy juices lubed the way.

My husband filled my asshole.

Velvety heat melted down to my pussy. I wiggled my hips, my pussy grinding on her hungry mouth. She moaned, licking through my folds. She fluttered her tongue against me, teasing me, driving me wild. I groaned at that delight. My ass clenched as my husband’s dick pumped away at my bowels. Yumiko was another pussy-licking virgin.

My third in two days.

I loved this school.

I feasted on her cunt, licking and lapping out my husband’s cum from her pussy. It was incredible. Such a wonderful treat to feast on her barely legal snatch. She was my eldest daughter’s age. This was so wicked. I shuddered, feasting on her, licking her clean.

Her tongue danced through my folds. That wonderful heat she generated through me rippled through me. It met the hot plunges of my husband’s cock into my asshole. The bed creaked as his hard thrusts smacked his crotch into my rump.

The sounds echoed through the room. I savored it, wiggling atop the nubile girl. She thrust her tongue into my cunt. She swirled it around in me, making me quiver and groan. My heart thundered in my chest as my husband kept pounding me, reaming me with that cock, driving it deeper and deeper into my bowels.

“Damn!” my husband groaned, thrusting hard into me. “Oh, damn, I love your ass, Linda! I love fucking your ass when a girl’s licking your pussy.”

“It’s a treat!” I moaned. “Like licking your cum out of a girl’s cunt!”

“You two are so wild,” the schoolgirl moaned into my snatch. Her tongue fluttered through my folds. “Oh, Mrs. Davies! Mr. Davies!”

The nurse’s office echoed with the sounds of our passion. The wonderful staccato of flesh slapping flesh, that amazing delight of a hard dick plunging into my bowels. I shuddered, squirming atop Yumiko, my large breasts piled into her stomach, my nipples throbbing against her skin.

One more treat to the growing bliss.

It was so hot playing with her small breasts as she rode my husband’s cock. A wicked and wanton treat. I was already on fire, and now I had his dick reaming my asshole. My bowels clenched about his shaft, the heat burning through me, making me shudder as the girl’s sloppy tongue danced over my folds.

She had no idea what she was doing, a complete pussy-eating novice, but she was eager. She squirmed beneath me, her tongue teasing me while mine scooped out tangy cream and salty cum from the depths of her twat.

“Damn,” grunted my husband. “Oh, damn, Linda! Your ass! Your ass is getting so tight around my cock! So hot!”

“It’s this cute, little minx feasting on my cunt!” I moaned. “She’s making me feel incredible.”

“I am?” the girl groaned in awe. Then she fluttered her tongue up and down my folds.

“Uh-huh,” I moaned and plunged my tongue into her snatch to find more cum.

I wiggled deep, rapidly running out of the treat of my husband’s jizz. But her pussy tasted wonderful. Pregnant snatch. I plundered my tongue over and over through her. I stirred her up. I drove her wild. She squealed into my cunt.

My orgasm built.

My husband grunted, his balls smacking into my taint. The bed creaked from the force of his strokes. He pounded my asshole with all his might. He reamed me harder. Faster. I quivered beneath him. I squeezed my eyes shut as the pleasure built and built in me. This heat was amazing. This pleasure was delicious. I groaned as my heart thundered in my chest.

My hips danced from side to side. This delicious heat built and built in me. It carried me closer and closer to that screaming orgasm. I couldn’t wait for it to explode through me. I groaned into her snatch as my husband churned up my bowels.

Yumiko grazed my clit with her tongue.

I gasped as the sparks burst inside of me. This incredible burst of pleasure shot through me. It washed through my body, leaving me bucking and heaving. Radiance carried me to the heights of exploding ecstasy.

My pussy juices flooded Yumiko’s mouth.

My bowels spasmed around my husband’s cock.

“Yes, yes, Steve!” I gasped.

“Damn!” he groaned.

“Mrs. Davies!” Yumiko squealed between hungry licks. “Oh, Mrs. Davies, I’m almost there.”

“Cum!” I howled, my mind melting beneath the rapture of my orgasm. I latched onto her clit and sucked hard.

She shuddered beneath me. She bucked and squirmed, the bed creaking as she licked and lapped at my twat. Her licking stirred new pleasure to ripple over me. This amazing heat melted my mind while her cream flooded over my mouth. I lapped up that tangy delight.

“Linda!” my husband groaned and fired his cum into my bowels.

I groaned, savoring the hot jolts of my husband’s cum spurting into my asshole. The heat seared my mind. A new wave of rapture burst out of my pussy while fresh juices bathed Yumiko’s face. The naughty minx licked and lapped.

I loved this new job. I savored it. I drifted through rapture, so eager to help all the girls at Rainier Christian College. I would love them, take care of them, and make sure they were happy. I just knew my husband would help Yumiko deal with her parents.

Just a little edit to reality.

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

Steve Davies

“It’s so good of you that you’re going to use the charges to help Yumiko,” my wife said as we drove home. She glanced at me, smiling.

“Oh, well, considering how selfish I’m being tonight, I should do something good with it,” I said.

My wife grinned. “Mmm, this is going to be a wild slumber party.”

“Sam’s eager for it.”

“She wants her friends to fuck her daddy.” My wife giggled. “It’s sweet in a kinky, pervy way.”

“Sam takes after her parents,” I said. “She was sleeping with all three before I changed a thing.”

“So she was just more accepting of being bi than me.” My wife sighed. “Well, I’m glad she wouldn’t have made my mistake. I mean… was I truly unhappy.”

I paused. “Not unhappy, just… reserved. I think you had regrets, but mostly you’re the same. Just… open now.”

Linda smiled and patted my thighs, sending a surge of heat up my leg as she stroked me through the khaki slacks.

The commercial on the radio end and the news reporter continued. “The recall election for the city of Rainier is called. It’s a landslide. Mayor Wright and all three members of the city council have been outed after their controversial 23% property tax increase. The State Auditor, Keith Haight, says the ballots for the emergency election are already in the mail. They should be arriving today for those in the small community.”

“What?” I frowned. “I didn’t have it set up to have that. The ballots shouldn’t have gone out before the recall election was finished.”

“Is that a problem?” my wife asked.

“Well…” Maybe I didn’t understand how the process worked.

“At the very least, we can vote,” she said. “You voting for McAdams for mayor again.”

I nodded my head. Rachel McAdams had lost a year ago. I made sure that the other candidates from the last election cycle would be on the ballot. The State Auditor wouldn’t put any others on there. It really didn’t matter who won.

I would edit their lives to make sure they would help people, that whatever had made them selfish would be gone. Politicians should use their positions for good, not to enrich themselves or others.

We reached the house. As Linda headed in, I went to check the mail. It had some credit card applications, a bill, and two large absentee ballots. Washington State went all absentee ballots years and years ago. Though our three children were all eighteen or older, non had bothered to register to vote. Too busy to take the five minutes to fill out an online form.

Curious, I opened the envelope for mine as I headed inside. My wife had already peeled off her pink scrub tops, her breasts swaying naked. She took her ballot from me with a smile as I unfolded mine.

There were three names for the office of Mayor:

Rachel McAdams (prefers Democrat Party)

George Brandons (prefers Constitution Party)

Steve Davies (prefers Independent)

My jaw dropped.

“I know who I’m voting for mayor,” my wife said. “You can vote for yourself, honey. You don’t have to vote for Rachel McAdams.”

My jaw dropped. “Why is my name on the ballot? I edited reality so that only the original candidates from the last election would be on there.”

My wife gave me a confused look. “Well, maybe…” Then she shrugged. “Either way, you got my vote, honey.”

Something wasn’t right. I grabbed my phone and opened the app. I froze time as Anael appeared before me. The angel had a curious expression on her face as she padded around my wife holding her ballot. Then she grabbed mine, taking it.

“Mmm, interesting,” she said.

I searched for Keith Haight and found him. I scrolled through his preferences and saw that nothing had changed. Nothing could change. He was locked for editing now. I couldn’t directly affect him, only the people and things around him. The instructions were right there.

“He didn’t order this,” I said. “He was only supposed to put on the people who ran last time. I didn’t run!”

“Are you sure?” Anael asked. “In your original timeline, you didn’t run. Maybe in this new one, you did.”

Could it be that simple? I didn’t remember the changes, only my original life. My heart racing, I opened up my own menu. I, too, was locked for editing even though I had never done anything to myself. I frowned at that then saw a notation at the very top of the menu.

EDITED BY THE MOST HIGH

I hadn’t paid much attention to the lock note on others. Curious, I went back to Keith Haight and saw at the top his screen:

EDITED BY PLAYER ONE

That didn’t matter. I went back to myself and double-checked my history. I saw that even in this altered timeline, I never ran for mayor. “Okay, what is going on?”

“Well, exam the ballot,” Anael suggested, her eyes bright. Her petite body quivered. “Something interesting is going on here.”

The ballot was clean. Not edited. I frowned at that then I hit on something.

Ballot 403810383-29384

• Physical Quality

• Spiritual Quality

I went to its history and found the machine where it was printed. The menu changed as it loaded the machine, located at the State Auditor’s Building in Seattle.

EDITED BY PLAYER TWO

I stared at those words. “Who is player two?”

Anael giggled. “Oh, what a wicked game the Most High is playing.”

“Who is player two?” I asked, feeling like the floor had been kicked out from beneath me. “Does this mean what I think it means?”

She nodded her head. “There’s another person that has the app. After you were given it. I had no idea. Ooh, this is incredible. I wonder what they want.”

I opened the machine’s menu and found the edited lines of code. Under History Sub-Menu, located beneath the Spiritual Quality Menu, I found:

• Add Steve Daniels as a candidate for mayor (prefers independent).

And under the Aura Sub-Menu:

• Everyone who handles this ballot will think Steve Davies will make an excellent mayor.

My jaw dropped. “Why would this other person want to make me mayor, Anael.”

“I really don’t know,” the angel said, her head cocking to the side, her purple eyes blinking. “It is a strange move for your opponent to make.”

“Opponent?”

Anael giggled. “The best games have conflict! Two people, battling it out. Lucifer and Michael, Moses and the Pharaoh, David and Goliath, Jesus and Satan.” She shivered. “Mmm, this just got so interesting.”

The END of Book One of Editing Reality

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Shirt, tie, stockings, short skirt – young Asian wife Doris is dressed for it

To look at her, you would think Doris is a small, pretty, slightly oriental looking young lady. Half Chinese, with dark hair and a slim little body with shapely legs and small pert high set tits that look good on her petite frame. She really can’t help looking sexy. And she is married to my friend and neighbour, Jack.

For some time now, Jack has had the desire to see his lovely young wife used, so long as she remembers nothing about it afterwards. He found the perfect way to achieve this by making friends with a rather elderly man who once had a stage act as a magician. Joe could still put people under, and was of course delighted to help Jack, with Doris as his occasional reward. My role in all this is to observe and record for posterity everything that happens.

Jack has enjoyed having this set up several times. Sometimes it has been merely inviting one or two guests to enjoy having Doris to play with, sometimes his plans have been more elaborate. Our latest adventure involved some of his friends acting out a scene for him.

Doris was told that Joe and I were dropping by, and she kindly gave us coffee and biscuits, before Joe used his magic on her. She was told to go and get dressed as we were all going a party, a ploy that was used quite often.

Jack took her out of the room to get ready, and Joe explained to me what today’s plan was. We were taking Doris to one of Jack’s friends. She would act normally, but not recognise anyone except Jack, who she would think was her boy friend. And she would do everything that Jack told her, without question, even if she felt she shouldn’t, even if she felt she didn’t want to. It was going to be an interesting evening, and afterwards, Doris would remember nothing about it.

When Jack brought his wife back into the room, I had to gasp. Doris is very slim, and only about five feet tall, even in the spike heels she was wearing. Jack had dressed her in a shirt and tie, and the shirt was a little bit tight. It was also very thin cotton, and Doris was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were easily seen through the flimsy material. She was wearing dark stockings to mid thigh, with suspenders. Her little skirt didn’t quite reach the stockings, leaving a tiny sliver of bare skin visible above the stocking tops. The overall effect, from her pretty oriental face to her high heels, was that Doris was a slutty schoolgirl showing most of her assets, and obviously making herself available.

We set off, and Doris, in her bemused state, did not seem concerned at all about her appearance. We were shown into a room furnished only by three large couches arranged in a triangle. Our host, Mark, had two other guests, another man introduced as Walter, and a woman, Tara.

There was ample space for the seven of us to be seated on the three couches. Attention, of course, was focused on Doris, innocently unaware she was to be our little schoolish plaything for the evening. She sat beside Tara on one of the couches, legs crossed and rather carelessly showing quite a stretch of stocking clad thigh, suspender straps and bare skin. Tara put her hand on Doris’s knee and smilingly asked, “Are you ready to enjoy yourself, Doris?”

Doris looked puzzled at the question, but hesitantly nodded. Tara looked around at us. “Well, she’s certainly a cute little thing. I’m sure she’ll give us a lot of fun tonight.”

Doris, still looking puzzled, frowned at her. Tara stared back. “Haven’t they told you, Doris?”

Doris murmured, “Told me what?”

Tara laughed. “Why you’re here, and that I’m going… to fuck you.”

Doris’s eyes went wide. “What?” she exclaimed.

“Don’t worry, honey,” Tara purred. “You’ll enjoy it. A sexy little thing like you gets a lot of fucking, don’t you.”

Doris looked aghast. “No!” she said. “What makes you think…” Her voice tailed away as she looked round at the rest of us. Tara put her arm round Doris’s shoulder and pulled her close. “Look at the way you’re dressed, Doris,” she said. “Showing off those little tits like that. And your stockings. And I bet all the men here can see all the way up this thing you call a skirt.”

Doris looked across at Jack, her supposed boy friend. “Just do whatever Tara tells you, Doris,” he said with a grin.

Doris looked warily at Tara. “I don’t understand,” she said. “What are you telling me?”

Tara’s expression changed. She took hold of a clump of Doris’s hair and turned her head to and fro. “You are going to do everything I tell you to, Doris,” she said harshly. “Do you understand that?”

“You’re hurting me!” Doris exclaimed. Then she added, “Yes, I understand.”

Tara still has a hold of Doris by the hair. “Right, honey,” she said. “First, we don’t need knickers, do we. Take them off.”

“What!” Doris cried out. Tara yanked Doris’s head about. “I said, take off your knickers, Doris!”

Doris hesitated for a moment, but she knew she had to obey. Trying to be discreet, she kept her legs close together, put her hands behind her back under her skirt, and wriggled her knickers down her thighs. Her face showed her embarrassment and disbelief that she was baring her pussy in this fashion. When she had finished, Tara told her to stand up. She took hold of Doris’s wrists and pulled, until Doris was bent double and their faces were almost touching. “Everyone’s looking at your arse, Doris,” she hissed. “Do you think they like what they see?”

Trembling, Doris croaked a miserable “I… don’t know.”

Tara jerked Doris’s wrists and Doris tumbled helplessly across her lap, face down. Tara flipped the tiny skirt up above Doris’s waist. “Well, I’m sure they like what they can see now,” she said. She held her tiny prisoner in place with one hand, and ran the other up and down the back of Doris’s thighs, and patted her neat rounded buttocks. “Let the men see what you’ve got between your legs, girl,” she said. “Feet apart.”

Doris seemed reluctant to open her legs, and instead there came a soft moan of “No, please, no.”

Tara smacked her hand down on Doris’s bare bottom. “I told you to spread them!” she said sharply. “Do it!”

Doris made a half hearted attempt to obey. Tara slithered her hand up the inside of Doris’s thigh, from nylon stocking to bare flesh, then on until her fingers were touching Doris’s pussy. She rubbed up and down the slit, then curled her hand and probed between the lips. Little by little, she inched her finger in. “Oh, Doris honey,” she exclaimed. “What a sweet little cunt! So tight! No wonder all the boys like screwing you! You must be a great ride!”

She slapped Doris’s bare bottom and pulled her upright by grabbing her hair. She kept Doris arched backwards as she undid the buttons of her shirt and removed it. The pert little tits were the next object of her attention. She caressed them, fondled them, tweaked Doris’s nipples, and finally bent her head to suck on them. Doris was making little moaning sounds, unable to move while Tara worked on her. When she finally sat back, Doris’s nipples were stiff and erect, and Doris was panting.

“Now then, Doris,” Tara said, “You sit on the couch. Spread your legs.”

As Doris slowly and reluctantly obeyed her, Tara knelt between the outstretched legs and bent her head to Doris’s pussy. She began to lick. Doris looked horrified and clasped her own head with both hands as Tara started to tongue fuck her. She moaned and gasped helplessly until Tara raised her head. With a big grin on her face, she said, “Well, Doris, now I’ve got your cunt nice and wet, let’s see if I can get two fingers into it.”

With her eyes fixed on Doris’s shocked face, her hand crept along Doris’s thigh. Her middle finger easily penetrated the exposed cunt and made Doris gasp. She pulled back, twisted her hand round, and pushed two fingers hard into the waiting cunt. Doris cried out and Tara laughed. She dug her fingers deep into Doris’s cunt and began to finger fuck her hard and fast. Doris let out a surprised wail and her face contorted.

Tara kept on laughing then said, “Little girl, I can’t wait to fuck you properly.” She reached for Doris’s wrist and pulled her hand down. “Play with yourself,” she commanded. “Keep that tight little cunt hot and horny while I get ready.”

Doris sat still as a statue on the edge of the couch, in her stockings and high heels, her feet on the floor, her legs parted, her hand merely covering her pussy. She was staring into space, paying no attention to everyone sitting opposite eagerly watching her. Then Tara re-appeared. She had stripped to a corset, her stockings attached, her heels even higher than Doris’s. The corset left her breasts fully exposed. Round her waist was fastened a harness holding a long, thick, black, cock shaped dildo. It jutted straight out, bobbing slightly as she advanced on Doris.

“This is for you, honey,” she said.

Doris looked towards it and her eyes went wide. “I don’t… I don’t understand,” she said hesitantly.

Tara’s smile was almost a sneer. “Don’t act like an innocent little school girl,” she said. “You came here tonight, dressed like a tart. You know very well what this is, what it’s for… and where it’s going.”

Doris turned towards us. “Jack!” she cried out plaintively. But Jack sat still, silent and grinning, enjoying watching his half naked wife cowering on the couch.

Tara towered over her and grabbed a handful of her hair. She twisted Doris round to face her with the dildo almost touching her. “Suck it, Doris,” she said. “Give it a suck like you do with a real cock.” She pressed the dildo against Doris’s mouth and pushed. The bulbous head disappeared between her lips before Doris could close her mouth. Tara twitched her hips and the dildo moved deeper. Still holding Doris’s head, Tara moved the fake cock backwards and forwards, forcing it deeper into Doris’s mouth. “Suck it, slut,” she said. “Lick it, suck it, I want it all wet.”

She stood arrogantly, her pelvis thrust forward, moving Doris’s head to and fro, making it look like Doris was actually sucking the fake cock. Eventually, she pulled back and freed the dildo. Doris was panting and breathing hard, her face flushed. Tara stared down at her. “Now, bitch, it’s time for you find out how good this dildo feels when it’s between your legs.”

With her hand still grasping a clump of Doris’s hair, she pulled Doris to her feet and dragged her to the side of the couch, and pushed her face down over the arm. When Doris tried to stand up, she was roughly pushed back. Tara’s hand smacked down hard on Doris’s bare arse. “You stay like that, bitch!” Tara said with some anger in her voice. “Or I’ll whip your arse so hard you won’t be able to sit down!”

Doris whimpered and tried again to turn and get up. Another hard slap on her arse made Doris cry out and collapse over the arm. Tara said, “Why are you struggling, Doris? You’re a nice friendly girl, aren’t you? You’ll do anything for anybody, so why not be friendly with me?” She leaned over Doris and pushed her head into the seat of the couch. “Maybe you’re just a fucking whore, Doris,” she went on in a harsh voice. “I know you take cock from anybody that wants your cunt, now I want it, and I’m going to fucking take it.”

And so, with Doris whimpering and her tiny helpless body bent over the arm of the couch, Tara pressed the dildo between her cheeks, even turning slightly to let us all see the dildo pressing between her cunt lips as it started to penetrate her. Tara pushed the thick black dildo in slowly, hearing Doris’s whimpers becoming moans, pushing it deeper and deeper until almost all of it was inside. She paused then, running her hands up and down Doris’s back, ending up holding her by the hips. Then, with a sudden final hard thrust, she slammed the rest of the shaft into Doris. Doris let out a sharp cry as Tara’s thighs slapped against her arse cheeks. The long thick dildo was filling and stretching her, but Doris’s tight little cunt was able to take it.

Tara drew back slowly, then rammed the dildo home again. Doris’s cry this time was louder and longer. Tara leaned over her, keeping the whole length buried in her cunt. “How does that feel, Doris?” she said. “Like it? Want some more?” She drew back slowly, letting almost all the dildo withdraw, then slammed it back hard. Doris uttered a little scream. “Oh Doris,” Tara smiled. “You do like it. You’re such a good little girl taking this big fat cock all the way up your cunt.” Once more she drew back slowly, sliding most of the dildo out. And once more she drove it back hard, her thighs slapping against Doris.

She gave Doris two or three more thrusts like that, and each thrust brought out a high pitched cry, and each thrust jolted Doris’s slender body against the couch. Then she began fucking Doris with shorter, quicker, thrusts, and Doris’s cries became a constant moaning.

Suddenly Tara pulled out. She grabbed Doris by the hair again and dragged her to the front of the couch. Doris started crying. Tara jerked her head up and said, “Now, my little cunt, it’s your turn. You do the fucking.”

She sat down on the edge of the couch and pulled Doris on top of her. The dildo was between Doris’s thighs, and Tara guided it up into her cunt. “Now ride me, bitch!” Tara said loudly. “Ride my cock, you fucking little whore! Fuck yourself on it, fuck yourself until you cum on it!”

Panting hard, Doris started moving herself on the dildo. She was crying and looked terrified, but there was no doubt she liked to feel that dildo in her cunt. She wanted it. Her hips were grinding on it faster and faster. Her head tilted back and she was almost frantic in her movements. Her cum must have been strong, she wailed and sat upright, her hips moving so fast Tara had to hold her in place.

When she began to calm down, Tara kept a grip on her. The next part of Jack’s plan was about to begin.

The dildo was embedded in Doris’s cunt and Doris had slumped over Tara, exhausted by her efforts in making herself cum. She tried to lift herself up and Tara quickly pulled her back down. “We’re not through with you yet, bitch,” she said with a snarl. “We’re having a lot more fun with you before we’re finished.”

With a distraught look on her face, Doris slumped forward again and closed her eyes. Tara looked past her and smiled. “I think our sexy little whore wants more fun,” she said. “She’s only cum once, and she absolutely loves taking cock, so if we fuck her some more maybe we can get her to cum off again.” She had her arms round Doris, and half turned the small body sideways to expose Doris’s tits. “Look, her nipples are still rock hard,” she said. “The dirty little cunt is still horny, she’s ready for more. Somebody give the slut a cock to suck!”

Unseen by Doris, Mark and Walter had stripped. Having just watched Doris riding Tara’s strapon, their cocks were rigid. Walter climbed on the couch and knelt beside Tara and Doris. Tara smiled when she saw the size and hardness of his cock. “Open your eyes, Doris,” she purred. “Look what Walter’s got for you.”

Doris slowly turned her head and gasped when she saw the cock beside her face. Tara gave her instructions. “Hold it in your hand, Doris.” With a groan and a rather horrified look on her face, Doris tentatively reached out her hand. Her thin little fingers took hold of the shaft.

“Wank it, Doris,” Tara commanded. Doris obediently began to move her hand up and down slowly, and Tara went on, “Now take it in your mouth and suck him off.”

Doris stopped wanking him and looked up at Walter. Walter looked back down at her. “Do it, bitch,” he growled. “Wank me and suck me off, you little cunt.” Doris whimpered, and then started to wank him again. The cock was almost touching her lips, and it was simple for Walter to ease forward until Doris was taking it in her mouth. Once more her hair was gripped and her head jerked to and fro, forcing the cock in and out between her lips, fucking her mouth.

Behind her, Mark ran his finger up and down between Doris’s rounded arse cheeks. Even with her mouth full of cock, Doris gasped as she realised someone else was touching her. Tara clutched Doris tightly to prevent her from moving, Walter had both hands gripping her head, and Mark had complete freedom. He gently eased his middle finger into Doris’s exposed arse.

Jack got up and came closer to watch. Joe and I joined him, clustering round to get a better view of Doris getting her arse finger fucked by Mark. She was making gurgling noises as Walter made her take the whole length of his cock in her mouth. Tara’s dildo was still buried in her cunt. And we knew that we were about to see her tight little body fucked up the arse by Mark’s cock.

Mark had managed to get two fingers in her before he pulled them out and pushed his cock against her arse. There was a muffled scream from Doris as she realised what he was trying to do. She tried to twist and wriggle but she was being held firmly by Walter and Tara. Crouching over Doris, Mark forced his cock past the rim and slowly edged it deeper, his upper body lying along her back. Doris was now helplessly sandwiched between Tara and Mark, being double penetrated by cock and dildo, and having her face fucked at the same time.

Walter suddenly gasped out, “I’m cumming! I’m gonna make the cunt swallow!” His arse started frantically jerking and Doris was taking the whole cock in her mouth. She started choking on it and Walter pulled back, the last spurts of cum hitting her full on the face.

Mark by now was shagging Doris’s arse hard, and Tara joined in by thrusting upwards as best she could. She was panting too, but she gasped out, “Are you cumming Doris? Cum for us! Cum, Doris, cum!”

Jack pushed his hand between Doris and Tara. “I’ll make the little whore cum,” he grunted. His hand found Doris’s clit, and Doris wailed as he started to rub and squeeze it. Her body started jerking, more than the jolting she was getting from the force of the two cocks fucking her. The triple action of cock and dildo fucking her holes and Jack rubbing and pinching her clit was enough to bring Doris off. Mark stopped fucking her, but Doris carried on. She was frantic, out of control, desperately working her holes on the shafts filling them, her head rolling about, her back arching, her cries loud and constant. Her wailing stopped when she climaxed, her mouth wide open in a silent scream, her arse jerking spasmodically, the rest of her slender little body rigid.

She came down from her orgasm sobbing and panting and moaning, utterly exhausted. Mark and Tara disentangled themselves and left her sprawled on the couch, still wearing her heels and with her stockings and suspenders intact and her tiny skirt still up around her waist. She didn’t move until Jack lifted her to a sitting position and told her to get dressed.

Tara, now herself dressed, chatted with Jack. “What a good little fucker she is,” she said. “She gets quite worked up, doesn’t she. If you ever want to see her getting fucked again, bring her to me, I can make sure she gets it good and hard any way you want it.”

Jack said he would love that and would certainly be in touch, and we managed to get Doris bundled into the car to take her home.

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Old loves, new loves

This is the next submission in an ongoing story. For author’s notes and disclaimers and to be fully up to speed, please read the previous first. Readers be aware that this material contains lifestyles and sexual acts that may be a turn on for some may also be offensive others.

I am my own editor so please forgive me for any typos.

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Part 13

The next morning I awoke but Jo was not there. I nodded back off and woke again when the door opened. She sat a sack on the table walked in holding a tampon box saying “needed supplies”. I got up and showered. We talked while watching TV and reading the paper. She said “by the way, I got a faculty meeting this afternoon”. She went on that it was actually related to her PhD and warned me that she would be busy most of the week, both teaching and working towards her doctorate. I ran around at bit and stopped by Al’s room. I thought I left my razor cord there. I knocked and he greeted me with it smiling and saying “forget something” and invited me in. His wife Jenna was there. She was built like Jen except shorter and the years put a few pounds on her frame as well. She said “Ron, I heard so much about you. Jen and I played ball together until I married Al. We were Jen and Jenna and were co-captains and alternating pitchers on the road team”. She mentioned Jen some more and I just nodded. She didn’t ask directly about her and I didn’t reply. The conversation continued and finally she asked “heard from Jen lately?”. I said “at Christmas they sent me a card which forwarded to the place I was at”. I assumed she knew about Becca’s place from Al so I did not elaborate. I then said “we sent them a card in return but haven’t heard anything since”. She said “can I get her address from you”. I replied “sure, when I unpack”. We chatted some more and I left.

I got back to Jo’s and she was still out. Soon she walked in an kissed me saying “I am horny as hell, let’s hit it”. I asked “do you want it all?”. She replied “yep”. I threw some towels down on the bed and we stripped. I climbed on top of her and began kissing her then moving down kissing her tits, her navel, finally reaching her pussy. I reached for the trash can and place it close. I licked her clit then began pulling her string. As her plug pulled out, I tossed it in the trash and dived in licking and sucking her cherry. She squirmed and bucked as I orally pleasured her pie. Soon she exploded shooting her cherry juices everywhere. I climbed on top of her and began fucking her good. My cock had that same feeling as last night, working it into her warm juices. I pumped her slowly with long full strokes enjoying the ride. After a few minutes, she began talking dirty “I’ve never had a cock in that bloody hole before. I feels so good. Do you like that? Do you want me to clean your cock afterwards?”. Then she came as my cock stroked her clit and pussy. Her talk made my load build as well as I shot deep inside her. I kissed her and rolled over on my side. She got up and went to the shower and cleaned up. She came out wearing a string dangling and said “I’m plugged for the night”. She kissed me and asked “do you mind if I clean your cock?”. It sprung up and I said “sure”. She had a warm cloth and cleaned me first then began licking and sucking it. Her oral skills were improving but still sloppy. Soon, I felt a finger at my ass. She penetrated me, fingering my ass while sucking my cock. My load built and I shot into her mouth. She swallowed and then licked and sucked until I was drained. She removed her finger from my ass and laid beside me. She said “I’m sorry, after I got off, I couldn’t go down on your red cock”. I kissed her and said “that’s okay, maybe next time”. We laid in bed and soon fell to sleep.

I was up early for work the next day. When I got home, Jo was not home. In fact, it was 9:00 before she arrived. I had nodded off when she climbed into bed and kissed me. She was naked and I began kissing her down her neck, tits, until reaching her plug. I began pulling the string when she said “leave it in”. I turned around into a 69 and began licking her clit as she licked and sucked my cock. While sucking me, she began fingering my ass as if she wanted me to come fast. Well, it worked and soon I shot my load. As she brought me down, I continued licking and sucking her clit. I also began fingering her ass and soon she came, still licking my cock. As soon as she came, she was done. I turned back around and kissed her neck and lips. She rolled over and fell to sleep. For the remainder of the week, that became our nightly routine. The weekend came and Jo seemed troubled but would not talk. She had been on the phone a lot all week when she was home but I did not know why. I decided to go into work for a while. When I returned, she was on the phone and I heard her say “okay see you soon”. She sat down beside me on the loveseat and said “Abby’s gonna be staying here for a while. She broke up with her boyfriend and needs a place. And, I am still in love with her but I do want a threesome with you if she is willing”. My cock sprang up as I said “okay”.

At that time, I had never fucked a pregnant girl but was willing to play along. There was a knock at the door and it was Abby. Jo answered the door and as I walked towards her. Jo said “meet Ron, the guy I told you about”. She held out her hand and I kissed it. Jo then kissed her deeply and they embraced like only I had seen Jen do with women. Abby was showing but not huge. She was blonde and petite with full tits and a round ass. After their embrace, Jo said “let’s go to the bedroom”. Abby said “I hope Ron is coming along, I need some. My asshole boyfriend won’t touch me anymore”. In the bedroom, they began undressing each other. Jo, towering over Abby, looked the authority type as she undressed Abby almost in mother-daughter fashion until she dived into her pussy. I undressed and began licking Jo’s fully open pussy and she continued her attack on Abby’s. She looked to be an expert pussy licker as she soon got Abby off. I had began sliding my cock into Jo when she said “save it for Abby”. Jo and I did our 69 the previous night so I only had a day’s load built up but, with all of this, I was leaking precum like crazy. Jo then laid on her back spread eagle and pulled Abby into her crotch motioning at me saying “fuck her from behind”. I came around to her freshly eaten pussy and slid my cock into her moist hole. Abby began fucking my cock in motion as she ate Jo. I reached around her and began squeezing her tits. We developed a rhythm allowing my cock to pump her deep as she brought Jo to exploding orgasm. Simultaneously, I shot my load into Abby as she orgasmed again. She collapsed onto Jo her face landing in Jo’s wet crotch.

I laid down beside Jo which placed my cock near Abby’s head. As we rested a bit, I felt movement and soon Abby was kissing and licking her juices off my cock. Jo told her “Ron loves the dirty, he ate my red hole last weekend”. Abby came off my cock and said “umm, lucky you” before sucking my cock back to its hardness. Jo looked at me and said “she’s extra horny now, take care of her”. Abby climbed over Jo’s thigh and crawled up my body until she sat her pussy onto my cock. She slid it in and began riding me to the hilt. Jo got up and moved behind her and began squeezing her tits. Moisture flowed and ran down Abby’s body and onto me as Jo continued milking her. Soon, Abby rode me harder, finally screaming in orgasm as Jo continued her milking. As Abby came down, I continued fucking her. I had staying power and Abby continued to ride. Jo began milking her tits again and then reached a hand on her ass. I felt her hand against my balls as she fingered Abby’s asshole. As she fingered Abby, she massaged my balls with the back of her hand. Abby began bucking and I felt my load building. Jo push her finger deeper into Abby making her scream another orgasm as I shot deep inside her. Abby collapsed onto me and I began kissing her deeply. Jo crawled up behind Abby and began eating her well fucked pussy and her ass. Abby rolled off me and Jo dived in to her crotch. Watching Jo, I knew her oral skill set was for pussies not cocks. Jo soon got Abby off again. As I laid there, Jo said “Abby and I are going out for a while” and they dressed and left. I fully drained, nodded off to sleep.

I awoke about 3:30 in the morning to them returning. It sounded like Jo at least had been drinking. There was lots of giggling and whispering as they came into bed. I was in the middle and pretended to be asleep wondering how they would approach this. I heard Abby say “aw let him sleep, I’ll sleep on the sofa”. I rolled over and Jo said “there’s room”. They climbed in beside me kissing and rubbing each other. I reached over, turned on the night light, and said “what a hot sight” as I saw Abby climb up and sit on Jo’s face. Jo continued her expert oral skills on Abby as I climbed on Jo and slid my cock into her pussy and began milking Abby’s tits from behind. Jo soon had Abby off again as I continued pumping her. As Abby climbed off Jo’s face, Jo said “don’t cum in my pussy, we don’t need two of us knocked up”. I pulled out and crawled up Jo’s body and began fucking her tits. She opened her mouth and sucked my head on each stroke until I shot a load. Most of it hit her neck and face before I placed my cock head in her mouth as she finished me. Abby said “wow, that was hot” and, as I pulled out and got up, she began licking my cum off Jo’s face and neck. I laid down on the bed and fell back to sleep.

I awoke the next morning to an empty bed and heard talking from the kitchen. I got up and walked into kitchen. Jo, in her authoritative voice said “Abby is going to be your fuck toy from now on, I’m not on the pill yet”. My cock sprang to attention and, as I was near Abby, she kissed it. Jo continued “Ron, don’t take offense but I guess I am just not into cock right now and Abby needs all she can get”. Abby smiled and looked at me in a subordinate way. She then began sucking my cock to full erection. I got up, leaned her against the counter and began fucking her. I glanced at Jo who was fingering herself as I ground into Abby. After shooting my load, I kissed her and led her to Jo’s awaiting mouth. Jo cleaned her, and while fingering her ass, sucked her to orgasm. Abby, after coming down, said “this is more sex than I have had in a month”. Jo replied “that is because you left me for an asshole”. Abby looked at her in a subordinate manner and softly said “I know”. Those two were definitely in somewhat of a D/s relationship which made me think about Edie. As my mind drifted, the phone rang. Jo answered and after talking a bit said “I gotta go to a meeting”. She headed for the shower, dressed, and left.

I laid back down in bed and Abby followed. She snuggled me a bit and said “do you like Jo?”. I said “sure, but it’s only been a week”. She smiled saying “you are one of her firsts, she really doesn’t like guys”. I replied “she told me she liked both”. Abby laughed saying “she wanted you to feel comfortable, she told me she really enjoyed your cock but it’s just not what does it for her”. She went on “she loves your oral skills and she liked you doing the red with her, she’s so horny then anyway”. She kissed me and got up saying “I have to go out now too”. She cleaned up and left. I showered and went out for a while. I came back and watched TV when Abby arrived. She sat down beside me and began rubbing my crotch. She undid my pants and dived onto my cock. Unlike Jo, Abby expertly sucked me and within minutes I popped a load into her awaiting mouth. We both turned in and Abby kissed me goodnight saying “I hope the blowjob was okay, I’m a little sore down there today”. I kissed her and said “thank you”.

When I awoke the next day, Jo had squeezed in by Abby. I cleaned up and left for work. I arrived that evening to an empty house. Jo was on her usually late schedule and Abby was working afternoons and evenings at a local restaurant and lounge. Dick had arrived late every evening last week so I assumed it would be the same tonight. Dick didn’t seem to appreciate me sleeping with Jo and I chuckled thinking that he was really going to like having Abby there as well. Luckily, our bedroom had a private bath so once we were there, it was for the night. About 7:30, Dick arrived and attempted to make conversation. About then, Abby walked in giving me a big kiss. I introduced her to Dick as Jo’s other roommate and he reluctantly shook her hand staring at her belly and saying “so you are with Ron?”. She replied “well, Ron and Jo, and no it’s not Ron’s if you are wondering”. The look on his face was to die for as he shockingly stumbled to his room. Abby then said “Jo called me at work and said she would be late. Actually, I think she is fucking somebody there. That’s one reason I left her”. I replied “guy or gal?”. She said “definitely a gal, she really doesn’t like guys, except you”. She giggled saying in a relatively loud voice as for Dick to hear “I am still sore, how about another blowjob tonight?”. We went back to bed and she went down on me, quickly bringing my load. After cleaning me, we kissed and talked. I asked her “why was Jo wanting me so bad last week and not so much now?” She replied “her period, she is so horny around then”. We went to sleep leaving room for Jo.

The next morning Jo and Abby were snuggling as I got ready for work. The week progressed until finally it was Friday. Abby was home early and later Jo walked in the door saying “what did you guys do to Dick, he’s not coming back”. Abby started laughing and said “we shocked him with our lifestyle, I think”. Jo replied “it’s not funny, I lost a renter”. I replied “He probably left as motel rooms are available now. I will take over the room and cover the rent. If Abby or you or both want to visit, you are both welcome”. Abby replied “or you can come see us”. Jo seemed miffed about everything but she seemed to be changing all around anyway. I took over the spare room and Jo and I had little personal contact after that. Abby came in nightly as we decided to avoid intimacy in Jo’s bed. Abby became my full time lover and assumingly Jo’s as well. Abby still suspected Jo was cheating with someone at the college and, in her opinion, it was for personal gain not love. Abby continued to get progressively bigger and became more self conscious of herself. I tried to comfort her while Jo seemed to intimidate her and be condescending towards her about that and other things. She came home crying one night and sat beside me on the sofa. I held her and soon we made way to my room. I kissed her, gently fingered her and ate her to orgasm, then rolled her on top of me for a fuck. She fucked me hard, almost aggressively as if fucking a bedpost or something, until she came on my cock. I was close and soon shot my load into her. We laid there and talked when I told her I had to take a three day class in California next week. She began crying and said “I cannot stay here without you”. Jo is becoming a real bitch”. Anyway, I apologized for leaving but told her I had no choice. When I arrived home the next day, Abby was packed. I asked “whats up?”. She replied “I am going home to mom. I left Jo a note. I will be back in a couple of weeks or so, maybe”. Within minutes, a car arrived and she left. Jo arrived, read the note and said nothing. I started looking for places wondering if Jo would throw me out.

The next week I prepared for my trip to California. I dropped Jen and Nina a letter telling them of my trip. I received a reply early that week with their phone number. They wanted to see me and told me to call when I got there to set up something. After my first day, I called from the hotel. Jen said they would pick me up at the hotel Saturday morning after I checked out. I had a Sunday night stay over requirement to get a discounted flight so it worked out great. Jen called Saturday morning from work and said Nina would pick me up. I checked out and waited a short time and Nina arrived. I kissed her then put my luggage in her trunk and noted a For Sale sign in the side window. I asked “getting tired of this”. Nina smiled and said “well, not exactly”. We got in and she headed for their place. She said “we have some news”. I replied “yeah?”. She said “we are moving to the Netherlands, that is why I am selling the car”. I asked “when?”. She said “as soon as a couple of weeks depending on things”. She went on saying Jen got a big promotion and would be over their technology group there. Nina also said she received her JD and passed bars for both California and New York. Her overseas job would be a legal interface between there and the U.S. Her position was more of a lateral but still lucrative. Nina also apologized for her drug issue the last time I was there saying “we will make it up to you tonight”.

By the time we arrived at her place, it was around 2:00. Nina told me to unpack while she picked up Jen. Soon, we were all together again. It started out mostly innocent hugging and kissing. Then, Jen almost giddy said “we have a surprise for you, be gone for a hour and come back”. I left aching in anticipation of what was to come. I returned just short of an hour and knocked twice then hearing “come in”. In the middle of the room was a small portable swimming pool partially filled with water and some beach cushions around it on the tile. Jen and Nina were at the edge setting up a cooler filled with Boone’s Farm, one of Jen’s favorites. They were completely naked. They had a chair set up for me on one side. They began kissing me and undressing me and sat me down on the chair naked. Nina said “once in, we’re not coming out” and they both climbed in splashing around in the water. I saw a couple of empty bottles already and assumed they had already consumed them as they seemed a bit tipsy. They kissed and flailed around in the pool before alternatively licking and sucking each others tits and crotch areas. Finally, Jen said “game on”. Jen asked if I was thirsty. I said “yep”. She took a big swig and climbed up and told me to open wide. She then spit it into my mouth. I swallowed and kissed her and I said “thanks”. Nina then said “30 seconds” as Jen began sucking my cock. She sucked hard and Nina said “times up” and she pulled off. Jen then said “30 seconds” and Nina went down on me. This kept repeating and I soon realized whoever got me off would be the winner of whatever game they were playing. They repeated this and soon I felt my balls tingling. I thought Jen would win as I felt a load building as she sucked. Then I heard “times up” and she pulled off. I probably would have shot my load just sitting there but Nina went down and about 10 seconds in, I shot into her mouth. She consumed most of it with a few dollops dripping into the pool. She, kissing Jen, declared herself the winner but of what I was not sure.

Jen didn’t seem overly disappointed and immediately attacked Nina’s pussy. She was licking and sucking it for all it was worth when finally Nina leaned in her face. Then Nina declared “loser drinks” and began pissing into Jen’s mouth. It was mostly clear and I imagine was mostly recycled wine. I had read this in some of those old sex magazines that this was a somewhat common lesbian or group sex ritual, basically drinking recycling booze. Jen drank until Nina emptied. Nina then had Jen lie back against the edge of the pool. She raised her legs up and bowed her back until her crotch was aimed towards her face. She began rubbing Jen’s pussy and said “let go”. Clear piss began flowing from Jen spilling down her torso and onto her face and tits before running into the small pool of water. She continued rubbing Jen until she got off. While this wasn’t a complete turn on for me, my cock was hardening. I watched as my earlier cum balls floated in the pool water mixing with nearly all of Jen’s piss and what of Nina’s missed Jen’s mouth. As Jen was the loser and I was the spectator, I wondered what was next. Just then, Nina took another drink and swallowed. She asked if I wanted one. Saying yes, she had Jen feed it to me then gave me a bottle for myself. They again began flailing around in the water kissing and rubbing each other. Jen reached at my now hard boner and said “game on”. They again alternated sucking me at 30 second intervals. As they continued, they both knew I was getting close and placed their faces against each other close to my cock. I thought Jen had me but just as she pulled off, Nina sucked my cock as I again shot into her mouth. She had Jen lie back and spit my cum into her mouth, then declaring herself “winner”.

I could tell they were both lit and Jen seemed to have had enough. I climbed into pool with them and said “I want it too” to Nina. She replied “are you sure” and I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards my face. Jen sat along side of me and said “do us both”. First I felt a tinkle then a full spray as Jen and I consumed her recycled wine. It was a bit more of a turn to me than I expected as I grabbed Nina and told her to go down on Jen who had moved to a side cushion. I then began fucking Nina from behind as she ate Jen. Suddenly, I realized I had taken charge of the game they were playing. As I fucked her, I began pulling out and rubbing against her asshole. She was eating Jen like her last meal as I continued fucking her. Soon Nina got Jen off big time and I pumped her deep. I felt a load building and, Nina pushing back against me, pushed me in deeper as I unloaded inside her. I then had Nina sit down next to Jen and began pissing on both of them, alternating from one to the other. We were all spent and retired to the poolside cushions for the night.

I awoke smelling fruity thinking what a night. Jen and Nina were beside me sleeping. I nodded back off into blissful sleep. I woke again to both Jen and Nina cleaning up. I started to get up but Nina said “you’re a guest, rest”. Despite the noise a few feet away, I nodded back to sleep. As I awoke again to the area completely cleaned up except me and my cushion. Jen kissed me saying “hi lover”. I said “hi” and we kissed. I got up and said “where’s Nina”. She replied “out, she is giving us some alone time”. She then went on “I am really glad you came out, especially now before we leave. I will always love you but, after today, we say goodbye, perhaps forever. Today is ours”. I kissed her still smelling of fruity pissy wine. She led me to the shower and we cleaned each other. We dressed and went to a sushi bar and had a light lunch. It was later than I thought as Jen took us back to their place. She said “I want you to make love to me like the night at the airport hotel then fuck me dirty like a whore”. She had some wine and fruit to nibble on as we kissed and fondled each other. Just like at the hotel, we kissed and slowly undressed each other until we were naked and I was slowly fucking her. We continued until I shot a load inside her. She seemed a bit troubled and did not get off. I dived into her well fucked hole and ate her jewels until she came.

As I kissed her, she began crying saying “I don’t think I can make it like the airport hotel night”. I told her “you shed some tears then too”. She replied “I know it’s over this time, I know it is”. I held her tight saying “you have Nina, love and take care of each other, it will be okay”. She cried like I had never seen her do saying “time is so short and I am ruining it”. I told her “I will hold you all night but tomorrow you are Nina’s”. She then asked about Becca from the Christmas card we sent last year. I said “that’s over, otherwise I would be with her now, I loved her like I love you”. As her tears dried a bit, she smiled and asked “so who is it now, anyone?”. I said “well it’s somewhat complicated and messy”. Now, she wanted to know more. I gave her a quick summary about my current landlord and her girlfriend and me in between. She said “and one’s pregnant?”. I replied “yep, it’s a fucked up mess I made for myself, I may not have a place when I get back”. Jen started giggling saying “I was worried about your balls backing up, it sounds like just the opposite”. After a pause, she said “It seemed you and Becca were happy from your picture and the comments in the card”. I replied “well, we were then”. She said “if you think Nina is for me, then Becca is for you if you can get her back”. I said “she’s a long ways away in more ways than one”. Jen then said “she looks so pretty”. I replied “yes and so are you, and you have good taste in women”. She replied “and men”. We laid there a bit holding each other but not saying anything. I asked “you awake?”. She said “of course, do you think I would sleep on our last night”. I then told her “you are becoming my shrink more than my lover, thanks for the advice”. She replied “get Becca back, I could see it in your holiday picture, she can make you very happy”. I replied “like Nina does you?”. “Yes” she said. We kissed and I made gentle love to her and we both fell to sleep. I awoke and Nina was back. I nodded back off as morning approached.

Jen woke me saying “Nina’s driving you back”. I replied “okay but how about a morning quickie first”. Nina headed to the shower as we had a good morning fuck. I kissed her and headed to the shower as Nina came out. After I was dressed and packed, I gave Jen a goodbye kiss. She smiled and said “get Becca back if you can”. Nina looked puzzled and I told both of them “keep each other happy” and kissed them both. As Nina and I headed for the door, I gave Jen one last kiss. She smiled but shed a tear saying “goodbye lover”. Nina and I drove to the airport with little said. As she stopped curbside, she said “thanks for everything, I mean that”. I kissed her deeply and said “take care of Jen, take care of each other”. With a quiver in her voice and a tear, she said “we will”. I boarded my flight for a long trip back thinking of Jen and what we had last night.

I returned home late Monday night to a quiet home still thinking about the weekend. Jo’s car was there but her door was shut. I had an early morning approaching so I crashed, got up early, and went to work. Again, I saw or heard nothing of her before or after work. Jo arrived late in the evenings so I did not see her all week. Friday evening she came home a little earlier while I was still up. She spoke in a friendlier manner and I wished her a good night and headed to my room. She said “oh, by the way, Abby is coming back next week”. I nodded and went to my room. Saturday I worked and when I got home, Jo was there. I smiled and said “hi” and she said “want some red?”. I undid my pants and pulled out my cock and replied “do you?”. She said “I’m horny as hell”. We headed to her bed and she threw some towels down and stripped. I walked my pants off going into the room and pulled off my shirt. I pulled her plug and replaced it with my cock. I began pumping her for all it was worth then pulled out, brought it to her face, and said “eat it”. She took it in like it was her last meal. I pulled away and began fucking her again. I asked her “you like that, that cherry cock, sucking it, cleaning it?”. She nodded and began bucking in orgasm as I shot into her. As she came down, she said “thanks, I guess I had that coming from the way I acted last month”. I kissed her as she seemed to be the Jo I had met last month. Looking back, I think Jo was bipolar and her periods did some radical changes to her personality but oddly hers seemed better during that time.

I had my rocks off and really wasn’t interested in eating her bloody hole after the way she had been acting. We laid there together on our sides facing each other. Our bloody cocktail oozed down her thigh onto the towels. I knew how good her red hole felt enveloping my cock so I rolled her on her back and stuck my cock back inside her. That warm feeling was exquisite like none other. I fucked her for 20 minutes enjoying her bloody warmth on each stroke. I asked her “do you like that?”. She replied “yes, fuck it good, fuck that bloody hole, make me come again”. I told her “eating that cherry popsickle made you come last time, want it again?”. She began bucking me and soon orgasmed again. I quickly followed shooting another load into her. I fell on top of her kissing her as we rolled back onto our sides. We laid there a bit and she looked down and said “I’d better clean up”. I heard the shower running and in a few minutes, she came out in a robe holding a warm cloth. She began cleaning my cock and balls and when done gave my cock a nice lick and kiss. She smiled at me and gave my cock a passionate lick. She continued licking and sucking me as my cock returned to full form. Her oral skills were still lacking but soon she made my balls tingle. She began fingering my ass with one hand while stroking me with the other. She asked “getting close?”. I nodded yes and she began licking and sucking my cock head. Soon, I shot a load into her awaiting mouth. She continued fingering my ass and jacking me off all the while sucking and eating my load until I was drained.

As she drained my load and I came down, she snuggled up beside me and said “Abby and I are going to be exclusive when she comes back”. I replied “okay?”. She said “and just to temper things, I am starting right now”. I replied “well thanks for earlier”. She smiled and replied “thank you, I will miss it and Abby will miss you as well”. I kissed her on the cheek, grabbed my clothes, and went to my room. I was thinking “Jen and Nina are leaving the country and Jo wants an exclusive with Abby”. Luckily, I was busy and the next week went fast. On Saturday, Abby arrived. I smiled, kissed her on the cheek, and said “hi”. She replied saying “hi”. I think she had gained 10 pounds and not all of it was baby. Her face was full and her arms and legs were chubbier but she was still quite cute. I gave her a long admiring stare, smiled, and excused myself to my room. Over the next week, my room became my home. I rarely socialized with the girls but maintained a friendly nature when they were present. I was actively seeking a new place and had looked at a few. Some of our crews were finishing up and moving out but it did not free up a lot of lodging as most of them were in temporary trailers. Motel space was freed up and fairly abundant but expensive for long term, so I stayed at Jo’s going forward at least for now.

Part 14

The following Friday, Al yelled at me and motioned me over. He said “been looking for you, Roxy and Becca are in town and staying at our motel”. I replied “so?”. He said “Becca wants to at least talk to you”. I told him okay I would come by tomorrow or Sunday. How could I say no; after all, she was the prettiest girl I was ever with and Jen told me she was the one for me. I thought of Jen wondering if I did the right thing just letting her leave with Nina. Could I have asked to go along? Would that have even worked? Well, probably not. I convinced myself of that anyway and I was probably right in hindsight. I would take her advice and pursue Becca again. After all, she was here to see me. I drove over to Al’s Sunday afternoon and knocked. He answered the door saying they were all at Roxy’s and that they all hit it off well the past few days. We walked to their room and the door was unlatched and slightly ajar. As we walked in, I heard Jenna saying something about “team Jen and Jenna”. As soon as they saw me, all conversation stopped. You could hear a pin drop. I said “don’t stop on account of me, I can go if you like”. Jenna awkwardly blabbered some BS about softball reminiscing ultimately saying “please don’t leave on account of me”. I walked over to Becca and kissed her hand saying “hi”. She turned red and was speechless. I grabbed a chair and sat down asking if anyone had a beer. Al immediately said “I’ll bring some over” and left. I looked at Roxy asking “so you two on a road trip?” Becca kind of nodded and Roxy said “sorta”. Jenna trying to fill air said “Al will be back soon”. I teased her a bit saying “no, he is out and is running to the store”. I was having a bit of fun as I was pretty sure the were talking about Jen and I when I walked in. Jenna heard Al walking in and got up saying they had to go. Al tossed me a six pack and left with her. I offered Becca and Roxy a beer but both declined. I said “well, drinking alone” and cracked one open. Roxy got up and said “I left my purse at Jenna’s and left.

I kicked back and looked at Becca saying “you’re looking nice” while sipping a beer,. I offered her one again and she took it saying “thanks”. I asked “so what’s you been up to”. She laughed and said “well, the year was up on the place I had so I am homeless and mom left Dave so she is too”. I asked “is that why you are here?”. She replied “sorta, mom is going back to Calvin, my two little brothers dad”. I asked “are you going with her?”. She shed a tear saying “I know now it was wrong walking out on you and I did it for all the wrong reasons. I know I wasn’t the sex maniac you desired, I was too vanilla for you but I want to try again”. I replied “that it not why I left there, you made me very happy until the end, what happened then had nothing to do with sex, I was in love with you, you left”. Suddenly, the scene transformed. Soon I was kissing her, then her top and bra were off, and I was attacking her beautiful tits. The next thing I knew, we were both naked and fucking in her bed. It was a relative quickie as the motel door was still ajar from when Roxy had stepped out. We laid in bed a while and I said “look, I didn’t expect to say this coming here today but let’s try again”.

Then, the phone rang. It was Roxy and Becca told her to make herself scarce for a while. She then went down on my cock first cleaning it then sucking it until it was hard. She then climbed on top and rode it until I came again. She had her “orgasm” but I wanted to give her a real one. I kissed her tits then pulled her pussy towards my face and she came freely. I then began licking and sucking her from her clit to her ass. I fingered her ass and sucked her clit until she squirted our juices all over my face and chest. She rolled over on her side and kissed me saying “thank you, that was fantastic”. She started explaining why she was so vanilla before. She was afraid she would turn out like her mom. She said for every orgasm her mom had, she needed more and sex became an addiction. She said Calvin raised her and her two brothers and put up with her mom for a lot of years before her sex addiction caused him to leave with the boys. She went on “then she got with Dave, that pervert really fucked her up” which brought a smirk to my face. She explained that Roxy was taking drugs and had therapy to overcome her addiction. The drugs had put weight on her. I noticed that when I gave her the house keys back in July and she was even bigger now. I told Becca “I love dirty sex but you made me happy without it too, after all, you did oral on me, fantastic oral, what more could a guy want?”. She smiled saying “yeah, mostly after drinking, but we’ll mix it up a bit now” and began sucking my cock until I shot a load into her mouth. I pulled her up and kissed her deeply as we fell back to the pillows together.

We fell to sleep and since the motel door was never latched, Roxy made her way back in quietly. Becca woke me around 5:00 rubbing my cock. She then rolled onto her side. She reached behind and slid my cock inside her from the rear. I fucked her gently and quietly finally shooting a morning load inside her. She rolled over and kissed me whispering “time to get up”. She got up with me and started the shower. We showered together and we got dressed. I did not have time to go back to Jo’s so I put on what I had and went to work. After work, I stopped by the motel on the way home to see if Becca was there. She answered and let me in. We sipped a couple of the beers Al had left and began talking. I asked “so how do you want to do this, what about your kids?”. She replied “about the kids, I came here of my own freewill knowing full well that sacrifice, and as far as here, we gotta leave here Wednesday or pay another week”. I called Jo and she said it was okay for them to stay there for a bit so I grabbed Becca and said “let’s go”. I took her to Jo’s and both she and Abby were there. I introduced Becca to them. The greetings and conversation went well but seemed tense at times. We agreed on additional rent for both Becca and for Roxy who would sleep on the sofa. I took Becca back to the motel. Once there, Becca kissed me deeply and said “so you fucked them both huh”. My mind raced thinking “yeah and Jen and Nina too” but after pausing said “what?”. She replied “I can tell by their actions and yours”. I replied “so okay, what about you and your trailer boyfriend or whoever” that Al had told me about. She replied “oh him, that was nothing, we had our thing while I was pregnant after asshole left me”. I kissed her and asked “so you okay with staying at Jo’s?”. She said “yep, your mine now”. I replied “and they are exclusive now”. She asked “so what attracts you to lesbians?”. I replied “I think it is coincidental, unless there are just that many out there”. About then, Roxy walked in and we told her the news. She replied “well, two more nights here then it’s the sofa I guess”. I assumed that Roxy was going back to her ex soon and the sofa would expedite her exit.

We all got moved into Jo’s and the girls all seemed to get along well. Unfortunately for me, it was way too crowded and I took off Saturday afternoon to play ball with the guys at work. I got home and headed for the shower I shared with Becca and Roxy. The bathroom was just off the small dining room where all the girls were sitting. After getting out, I had realized there were no towels so I yelled for Becca to get me one. Jo and Roxy had been drinking and I heard Roxy yell “come on out, we’ve all seen it before”. Becca with a frown opened the door and handed me a towel and I walked out. I looked at Roxy and blurted “Mrs. Robinson, YOU seduced me”. She started laughing and said “yep, and just like in the movie, you got my daughter instead”. Jo and Abby looked a little shocked at Roxy. I walked back to our room and Becca followed saying “I’m sorry about her, she shouldn’t be drinking with her medication”. I shut the door and kissed her. She removed my towel and began sucking my cock. She sucked it like it was a race. She fingered my ass and within seconds, I popped a load into her mouth. She licked and swallowed until I was empty. I grabbed her and kissed her. She smiled saying “that should hold you for a bit, get dressed”. She went back to the others and I heard Roxy say “that must have been a real quickie”. I came out and Becca said “Al and Jenna want us to stop by tonight”. We went over and they announced they were renting a renovated carriage house in the country as even a monthly motel rental was too expensive. Becca said “we need to find something else too”. Al said “there is a one room house available next door”. We all drove out to their new place and looked at the other. It was one room all right like an old country school or something. Becca said “I want that, it is charming”. I replied “that?”. Both places were adjacent to the farmer who was the landlord. The one room place was previously occupied by a farmhand who lived there free in exchange for improving the place. He left when his girlfriend moved and he went with her.

We rented the little house, leaving Roxy our room at Jo’s. Her ex did not want her back so she was stuck there. Becca let her use her car leaving us with the Mustang and my company truck. Becca could not drive the car as it was a four speed so I was her chauffeur for a while. A guy at work wanted the Mustang so I sold it for a premium and bought a late model Bronco. I didn’t want to store the car all winter again anyway so it was a win-win for all. As we had a place, Becca had all of her furniture moved up. Soon, Becca had our small abode looking like a million dollars. Part of furniture was Roxy’s so we too took what she had room for to Jo’s. We got back and Becca grabbed an unopened box marked ‘fragile keepsakes’ and threw it on the floor at my feet. I expected a crash but instead heard a thud. Becca smiled and opened the box. On top were some of her old pennants and ribbons from school. Then, she pulled out a dildo and a strap-on. She smiled and said “this is mom’s old stuff, I told her I trashed it but I wanted to go through it first”. She held up the strap-on laughing and said “for Dave’s ass when he couldn’t get the real thing”. She then pulled out some of their swinger magazines and sat next to me so we could peruse them together. I hadn’t seen one in a while but not much has changed. I had always focused on the ads and articles from women hoping to learn what turns them on. Becca thumbed through one and said “there are a lot of old and not too hot looking people in here, and they want to do some weird shit”. I snuggled next to her and nodded thinking of Roxy and Dave. She then asked “okay, how good is a threesome”. I looked at her directly and said “I prefer one on one. Jen was more into bringing in another woman and, as for Jo, pretty much the same with Abby. Ultimately, I had one-on-one mostly with Abby”. I asked her “do you have any interest in a third”. She kissed me deeply then replied “never, even less so after seeing this crap”. With that, she threw the magazine she was holding in the waste basket next to the sofa.

Just seeing the swinging couples, nudity and all, made both of us horny. Becca giggled and started talking like the ads read “I want a cock in my ass. I want you to fill all my holes”. I asked “really?”. She smiled and said “we’ll see, actually I was just wondering how it actually sounded saying that out loud”. I nodded and she asked “well, how did it sound?”. I replied “hot and dirty if you meant it”. She asked “so you like anal”. I replied “it’s a nice change up”. She replied “well maybe later”. I grabbed the magazine from the trash and thumbed through it again. She asked “miss something?”. I smiled and continued reading. She snuggled against me tightly and then pulled back and began undressing me. Soon, I was reading naked and she began rubbing my cock. She said “find a dirty article or ad and read it aloud while I suck you off”. Soon, I found a solicitation from a couple and began reading aloud “looking for additional cocks to fill my wife’s multiple holes, she’s a dirty slut who needs multiple loads for…” then I stopped reading aloud as the rest discussed the guy cleaning up afterwards and I thought of Roxy and Dave. Becca stopped sucking me and said “so go on, why did you stop?”. I replied “your mouth felt good and I was getting close”. She went back down on me and within seconds I shot into her mouth. She swallowed the first shot but brought the second in her cum filled mouth up to mine with some running off her lips. She planted a french kiss on me like none ever. Only Edie had ever done it quite like that to me. I began tongue fucking her mouth and she pulled away pinching my left tit and then my ball sack asking “why did you really stop reading?”. I showed her the article and she read it saying “like mom and Dave …”. I nodded as she licked her mouth clean and swallowed before kissing me gently saying “sorry about pinching you, you were trying to protect me and I was pissed at you for it, I love you and I’m sorry”. She then gently rubbed by ball sack and kissed my tit as to make up for hurting me.

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All of the days locked up in their houses had a toll on the girls, the desire to talk and meeting have fun with others that could not be done face to face.

One day, Adrienne was feeling bored and texted to her group chat of friends.

“Anyone wanna have a sleepover tonite?”

Megan, Chloe, and Hannah all responded yes, and they were to have a girls sleepover that night.

“My parents are gone for the week, so we can do ANYTHING. Make sure to bring food and swimwear if we wanna go swimming!” Adrienne texted.

Later that night, Adrienne’s doorbell rang and she opened it to find her 3 friends.

“Hey guys come on in! We can swim now before it gets dark.” Adrienne said.

“Alright, let us get changed haha.” Said Chloe. The girls all headed upstairs to the bathroom and waited for each other to change into their swimsuits. They all met outside on the pool deck and looked each other over to see how their bodies had changed over the long period where they hadn’t seen each other.

Chloe, at about 5 feet, was a athletic but stocky white girl with a medium ass and 32C cup breasts. Her orange bikini had little support so her larger than average boobs hung down a little. Her matching orange bikini bottoms were fuller and didn’t show much of her crotch area. Megan, who is a mix of white and asian was about 5”2’ and a body of a tanned soccer player. She was skinny and strong with a cute face but a semi flat body. Her ass was firm but small and her tits were almost a 32A. Her blue tube top bikini fully covered her boobs, showing no cleavage, making them look a little bigger than they really were. Her bikini bottoms, unlike Chloe, did not cover her bottom as much. The blue material was very thin, and the outline of the little dark pubic hair Megan did have could been seen. Hannah, at 5”3’ had a similar build to Megan, although she was more developed and less flat, due to her Latino and asian heritage. She had perfect tan 34B cup boobs and a nice round ass, showcased in a small flowery bikini. Lastly, Adrienne had a nicely developed body for a teenage asian girl. She was 5”2’ and had 34A tits. Her black bikini bottom covered most of her perfect butt, although a few stray pubic hairs poked out the side.

Once the visuals were taken in by the 4 girls, they began to complement each other.

“Omg Megan ur boobies grew since last time I saw youuuuu!” Chloe adored.

“Haha thanks Chlo! But we all know you have the best fucking boobs here.” Megan said.

“Ok guys, time to swim!” Hannah exclaimed. The girls one by one jumped into the pool. As the sun was just begging to set the water turned colder but the girls didn’t seem to notice. It was dinner time, and the girls started to get out of the pool. Once out, the were met with a cold chill of wind, causing the girls’ nipples to poke through their bikini tops. Adrienne giggled, eyeing each of her friends’ hard nipples.

“Hannah! Ur wet swimsuit is sticking to ur boobies, showing your nipples!” She laughed. Hannah looked down, embarrassed and crossed her arms over her chest, but causing her chocolate-colored boobs to be squished together. The 2 other girls stared at Hannah, then looked down at their own tits. Chloe’s nipples could also been seen through the thin material of her bikini top, and the bumpy surface of her pink nipples looked way different than Megan’s small nickel-sized tan ones. Taking a last few glances at each other’s bikini-clad boobs, the girls dried off and headed inside for dinner.

As dinner ended, the girls agreed that they would watch a movie or watch videos on the internet in Adrienne’s room, on her couch. The girls went up to Adrienne’s room and closed and locked the door. The girls chose to watch an R rated movie where the first scene happened to be a lesbian sex scene. In the scene, two teenaged girls were making out and began to strip each other down. Next, the girls in the movie began to grind their pubic areas together, and moaning loudly. Adrienne looked around. The rest of the girls were slowly shifting in their seats, and Hannah took off her hoodie. Chloe, as inconspicuously as possible, spread her legs and began to rub her jean shorts crotch up and down the couch.

“It’s hot as shit, Adrienne is there any way we can cool off?” Megan asked.

“Sorry guys but my room doesn’t have much airflow.” Adrienne said.

“You guys can take off some layers of your clothes, like Hannah!” Said Chloe slyly.

“Haha ok.” Adrienne laughed. The girls watched as she began to take off her crop top, revealing a rainbow striped bra, while also showing her small cleavage. One by one, the rest of the girls followed suit. Soon, they were all in short shorts or jean shorts and just bras.

As it got later and later in the night, the temperature dropped and the girls snuggled together to retain heat. The idea to put back on their tops never came up. Megan and Chloe, the closest friends of the group, snuggled together in a fuzzy, warm, comfortable blanket. The movie continued on, showing the occasional erotic scene every once in a while. The movie started to get boring, and the girls were getting anxious. All of a sudden, Chloe started giggling. Adrienne and Hannah looked over to see Megan massaging Chloe’s back and rubbing her thick thighs. Megan’s hands slowly made their way towards the front of Chloe’s chest and around her big round boobs. Megan had a grin on her face while she lightly squeezed Chloe’s bra-covered tits.

“Mmmm Megan that’s so nice!” Chloe moaned. In return Chloe impulsively flipped down Megan’s size small black Calvin Klein sports bra, revealing her tiny half lemon sized tits. The brown nipples on Megan’s little tan boobs were hard from arousal. Chloe reached out and pinched one of Megan’s nipples, causing her to let out a yelp of pleasure. Watching this happen, both Adrienne and Hannah (who were also sharing a blanket) instinctively reached down towards their crotches. When both girls saw what the other was doing, they exchanged awkward glances. Then, after a moment, they burst out laughing. Adrienne grabbed and brought Hannah closer, and kissed her passionately. Their tongues swirled into each other’s mouths, exchanging their tastes. Next to them, Megan and Chloe began to do the same.

After a couple of minutes, the girls’ make out sessions were coming to a close. Chloe fully took off Megan’s bra fully exposing her almost flat chest. Chloe then preceded to pull down her athletic shorts as well as her panties at the same time. The 3 other girls looked down at Megan’s tight pussy. On top of her pussy, there was a thick patch of dark pubic hair, which Megan had never shaved. Chloe then went and stuck a finger in her tight virgin pussy, finding that it was astoundingly wet. “Omg Megan ur so wet!!” Chloe exclaimed.

“That’s soooo fucking hottttt!” Hannah squealed. Chloe preceded to pull her finger out of Megan’s slit and rub it around around Megan’s pubes, which had recently grown in the last few years. The pussy juice matted down the little bush Megan had, while making her groan with pleasure. Not far from Megan, Adrienne stripped all of Hannah’s clothes off. Hannah’s tits popped out of her bra and Adrienne grabbed them as soon as she saw them. They were perfect: perky, round, and firm with dark nipples.

“I saw these earlier and I wanted to grab them soooo bad!” Adrienne said, “Seeing your boobs Hannah made me so wet!” Adrienne pulled down Hannah’s panties to be greeted with a fully waxed brown pussy, which was also dripping wet. The area around Hannah’s slit was her normal tan browned skin color, while her pussy lips were a much darker shade of brown.

“Do you like my pussy, Adrienne? I had it waxed yesterday because it was getting itchy.” Hannah said.

“I love itttt!” Adrienne exclaimed, as she lowered her head to the same level as Hannah’s pussy. She the licked the full slit up and down, tasting Hannah’s juices. “Mmmmm Hannah you taste so fucking good! I wanna fuck you so bad…” Adrienne said.

“YES UGH ADRIENNE I LOVE THE WAY YOU EAT ME OUT! PLEASE, HARDER!” Hannah yelled. Adrienne tongued Hannah’s pussy, moving it in and out, then around her sensitive pinkish-brown clit. Hannah screamed in pleasure but then stopped Adrienne from making her cum, so she could save it for later. Hannah began undressing Adrienne as it was her turn to get fucked. Hannah yanked off Adrienne’s bra and almost cummed looking at her tits. They were the perfect shape and not too big, and not too small. Hannah shoved her face into Adrienne’s tits and began to lick them causing Adrienne to moan and shake. Hannah then took off Adrienne’s panties and laughed when she saw Adrienne’s black bush.

“Sorry Hannah I’ve never shaved my pussy because I’m too scared” Adrienne said.

“It’s ok, I kinda have a pubes fetish so I will love fucking you.” Hannah replied.

She then angled her pussy to cross with Adrienne’s hairy pussy and then brought them together. The two girl’s clits dragged across each other, back and forth, making squelching noises and dripping pussy juice onto the carpet below.

“MMMM FUCK HANNAH YOUR PUSSY FEELS SO GOOD ON MINE!” Adrienne screamed.

“YES YES YESSSSSS I LOVE UR HAIRY PUSSY ADRIENNE FUCK I’M GONNA CUM ON YOU!” Hannah screamed back. Their cries were so loud and hot that Chloe and Megan looked up to watch the two young teen girls scissor each other.

At this time, the only girl not fully naked was Chloe, who was arguably the most attractive of the group (according to boys at their school). Megan took care of that quickly and seconds later Chloe was naked. All of the girls gasped and wowed and came over to touch Chloe’s hot young cute body. Adrienne and Hannah both went for Chloe’s big boobies while also kissing her, Adrienne licking her whole right tit and Hannah playing with her left nipple. Megan, a little lower than the other girls turned her attention to Chloe’s pussy. It was the hairiest out of the 4 girls, having light brown pubic hair around the slit, down the sides, and a bush of hair on top. Chloe was the most developed out of all the girls, most likely because she was Caucasian. However, she had only shaved her armpits and legs before, never her pussy, letting it grow. This only fueled Hannah’s fetish. Megan dipped her head down and fully put her small mouth around Chloe’s pussy. Megan’s nose hit Chloe’s large amount of pubic hair and she smelled her pussy odor, which further turned Megan on.

“FUCK MEGAN EAT MY HAIRY PUSSY YEA JUST LIKE THAT SUCK IT MAKE ME CUMMM!” Chloe yelled. Megan ate her out, licking and sucking on Chloe’s clit and entrance, making Chloe vibrate with pleasure.

With all of the girls on or near the couch (Chloe in the middle of Hannah and Adrienne on the couch, and Megan on the ground in front of Chloe), the girls subconsciously knew what it was time for. “UGHHH MMMMMM SHITTTT IM GOING TO CUM FUCK!” Chloe moaned. Adrienne and Hannah stopped groping Chloe and started fingering themselves, just like each of them had done almost every night before bed. Chloe reached down and put one hand on her clit and started rubbing in circles while her other hand fingered deep in her pussy. Megan sat back on the carpet but still fingered herself although not as hard.

“MMMMM Megan- UGHHH aren’t you gonna cum with us? FUCKKKK!” Adrienne groaned through heavy breaths.

“I’ll wait until after you guys cum for my turn.” Megan said. Megan reached up and went down the line, helping the 3 girls on the couch cum. Adrienne was first, as she fingered herself and moaned loudly. When Megan reaches up and began to rub Adrienne’s clit, she yelled even louder. “FUCK YES YES YES YES YES MMMMMMM AHHHHHHHHHH!” Adrienne screamed as she came. Finally, she stopped shaking and pussy juices ran out the bottom of the slit towards Adrienne’s asshole, which Megan quickly licked up. Next Chloe was already doing herself with two hands on or in her pussy so Megan grabbed Chloe’s tits and began to rub them and pinch her nipples.

“FUCK MEGAN YES RUB MY BIG TITTIES YES JUST LIKE THAT JUST LIKE THAT UGHHHHHHH!” Chloe yelled as she came. Megan quickly put her mouth on Chloe’s pussy so she could catch all of her pussy juices at the source. Lastly Hannah needed to cum, although even without Megan’s help she was about to burst.

“UGHHHHHHH MEGAN COME HERE HELP ME FUCKING CUM YES YES THAT FEELS SO GOOD MMMMMMM!” Hannah moaned as she came. Nothing came out of her pussy, but it became considerably more wet, which Megan of course slopped up. As the 3 girls recovered from the best orgasm they’d ever had in their lives, they wanted to all help Megan get her first orgasm. Megan masturbated but never went too far from fear that she would pee herself. Megan sat on the couch while the other girls surrounded her. Adrienne kissed Megan on the neck and mouth, bringing Megan close to cumming. Hannah went to work on Megan’s tiny tits, kissing and licking them, pinching her nipples, bringing Megan even closer.

“YES HARDERRRRR I LOVE YOU GUYS UGHHH!” Megan exclaimed in her high pitched voice. Chloe, tasked with the most important job, worked on Megan’s fuzzy pussy. One of Chloes hands was used to rub circles around Megan’s clit, while the other hand had 2 fingers ramming deep and hard into her pussy. “UHHHH! YASSSS! AHHHHHH!” Megan screamed as she came. Pussy juice squirted far and hard out of Megan’s throbbing pussy, dampening the already wet carpet and staining the couch. When the stream of juice didn’t slow down, Chloe lifted her pelvis up and caught Megan’s squirt on her hairy pussy, making it soaking wet. “Mmmmmm hehe that was sooo good!” Megan said.

“We gotta do that again!” Added Hannah.

“Well we still got the whole week haha.” Answered Adrienne.

“Here’s to a great week!”

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Claire and her friends accept a dare they will never forget!

Castle Tails
By Homealone_447

Claire and her friends looked through their hotel window at the old castle sitting at the top of a nearby hill. They were seriously considering a strange dare from the old lady managing the hotel.

“So tell me again what the woman told you,” Brooke said, “If we spend the night up there, we won’t have to pay our hotel bill? It doesn’t make any sense.”

Her friend Madison responded, “It is true. Claire and I were talking about the ridiculous stories they say about the castle and I guess the old lady didn’t like what we said. She really believes in that shit.”

“Yeah,” Claire added, “She told us that she can prove it if we spend the night up there. And she is willing to cut our hotel bill.”

“I’m not afraid of a stupid ghost. Count me in!” Rachel said with an assertive tone of voice. To which Madison responded,

“You are not brave bitch. You are just cheap! Haha”

Brooke, who usually worried too much about anything, looked at her friends with concern and said out loud, “I’m not sure girls. It could be dangerous and… where are we going to sleep?”

“Who says we are going to sleep?” Claire answered quickly, “All we need is a bottle of tequila and a few blankets.”

“Ok, let’s vote for it,” Rachel said raising her hand, “I am in.”

After a quick vote, the outcome was obvious. They were going to spend the night in the old castle.

“Sorry Brooke. You are screwed,” Rachel said mockingly.

“Ok, I’ll go. But I still think it’s not a good idea,” Brooke responded.

***

They arrived at the front gate just before sunset. The large, gray walls looked a lot more impressive up close. It was evident that the castle had been built centuries ago. The lack of maintenance made it look abandoned and the scars from time indicated that it had been under attack at least once before.

“Ok, we are here. Now what?” Claire asked.

“See if it is locked,” Madison said from a few feet behind.

“What? No, you do it!” Claire responded.

“Ok, move your ass. I’ll do it,” said Rachel as she stepped forward and pushed the heavy door.

It wasn’t locked and the four women walked in. They waited a few seconds until their eyes adjusted to the dark and looked around.

The interior of the large building was completely different from the outside. It was dusty but not abandoned as expected and it still had a lot of old furniture.

“Look at all these antiques!” Claire said.

“Cool! Maybe there are beds in here. We can have a nap if we get tired,” Madison exclaimed.

“It is most likely that you will be so drunk that you won’t care where you sleep,” Rachel responded.

“Who takes care of this place? There must be someone living here and we are trespassing,” Brooke said.

“Relax. The old lady told me that nobody lives here. She must clean this place herself,” Claire said to Brooke.

“That means she is here. She must be watching us right now, waiting for the right moment to slash us with a hatchet!” Rachel exclaimed, faking fear.

“Don’t say that!” Brooke said with her eyes wide open.

“Haha… You and your happy thoughts,” Madison said to Rachel.

***

The girls sat in the main room, chatting and drinking for a few hours. It was dark outside and the only light came from their gas lanterns.

“Ok, time to search for a bathroom,” Rachel said as she stood up and started walking out of the main room.

“Don’t forget to flush!” Claire said with a smile.

“You shouldn’t go alone. It is not safe,” Brooke said.

“If I see an evil ghost, I’ll tell him you say hi,” Rachel said to Brooke just before she moved out of sight.

***

Rachel walked through the long halls opening all doors, her fashionable boots echoing in the wide corridors and high ceilings. But to her surprise, none of the rooms had what she was looking for.

“Who designed this damn place? So many rooms and no bathrooms? What’s up with that?”

She walked into an ample room, hoping to find at least a latrine but instead, she found a large box on the floor that looked a lot like a coffin. The box was open and there was nothing inside.

“You have to be kidding me,” Rachel thought.

When she was about to leave the room, she heard a faint noise.

“Eh? What was that?”

Rachel scanned the dark space moving her lantern from left to right and back. She was able to distinguish a shadow of someone standing behind a column.

“I think there is someone standing over there,” Rachel thought, “That old lady from the hotel is really going out of her way trying to scare us.”

“Hi there!” She said out loud.

A man walked from behind the column and stepped into the light, wearing nothing but a dark cloak. His skin looked pale but veiny, giving him a sinister appearance. He spoke with a calm voice,

“You are invading my property. But don’t worry; pretty girls like you are always welcome.”

“Dude! You are naked!” Rachel said stepping back, “The old lady put you up to this, didn’t she?”

“There are no old ladies here,” the man said.

The man got closer to Rachel as the moonlight filtered through the window. He talked with a soothing voice but Rachel was getting uneasy. She considered the possibility that this guy could be a crazy psycho that had nothing to do with the old lady.

“Give me a break. Who are you suppose to be? Count Dracula? You have your coffin and everything,” Rachel asked, trying to disguise her nervousness.

“You can call me Lestat. What is your name?” the man answered, stepping even closer.

“Hey! That’s close enough buddy. I know how to defend myself,” Rachel said defiantly.

“Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you,” Lestat said.

Suddenly, the creepy man jumped forward with incredible speed and grabbed Rachel’s arms. Her lantern fell noisily to the ground.

“What? Let go off me!” Rachel demanded.

She began to panic. Lestat was staring at her with wide, reddish eyes. They looked so unreal. Rachel tried to call for help but her voice choked in her throat.

The man in front of her was scary as hell but when she tried to look away she found that she couldn’t. Rachel felt a chill running across her back and up into her head.

“No… Help…” she babbled.

A strange dizziness soon clouded Rachel’s mind. She couldn’t understand what was happening to her. Her thoughts became disjointed and she was unable to form a coherent idea. She could almost feel the man’s will taking over her brain and pushing everything aside.

“Yes, my dear. Give yourself to me.”

Rachel could hear his voice but his lips weren’t moving. It was impossible.

The man’s eyes were so magnetic, so alluring. They were speaking to her. Telling Rachel to relax, to stop resisting; everything was going to be fine. She just had to comply. To let him guide her through the fogginess that filled her head.

Rachel’s face and body slowly became limp and submissive. Her eyes remained fixed on his, letting an unrelenting power of dominance filter into her helpless mind.

Lestat released her arm, certain that Rachel was now under his control.

“Now and for all eternity, you belong to me!” Lestat said.

“Yes… “ Rachel responded.

“Show me your body,” Lestat ordered, testing her obedience.

“Yes…” Rachel grabbed her top and pulled it down, showing her rounded breasts to her Master.

“You will do just me, my dear. Kneel before me!” Lestat ordered.

“I kneel…”

With absolute obedience, Rachel knelt down, never taking her eyes off his. Lestat’s cock was already growing from the excitement of having such a beautiful new bride.

“Now, suck me. In a moment, I will suck you in a way you will never forget,” Lestat said with a grin on his face.

“Yes…”

Rachel leaned forward with an empty mind and a hungry mouth, ready to please her new Master. She projected the tip of her tongue, delicately touching his fully erect phallus.

Lestat grabbed the back of Rachel’s head and pulled her violently. His cock smashed the bottom of her throat and beyond, lodging his entire meat deep inside of her. He kept her like that for a moment before pulling it out, just to shove it forcefully back in.

Lestat fucked her face for several minutes while she complied without a single flinch.

Rachel’s hands rested on her lap while her head bobbed back and forth and her lips wrapped around the vampire’s phallus.

When Lestat had enough fun, rejoicing on his own undefeatable mind controlling powers, he decided it was time to feed.

“Now is my turn, stand up and remove your clothes!” Lestat ordered.

Rachel removed her clothes quickly and stood before the vampire. She felt undeniably aroused for reasons her mesmerized mind could not understand. Lestat looked straight into her eyes, reinforcing her submissiveness as he opened his mouth wide, showing his sharp, long fangs.

Rachel remained immobile while he stepped forward and bit her neck!

Lestat had waited many years for this and Rachel’s blood tasted overwhelmingly delicious. He grunted as the savor of the sweet, warm nectar flowed from her pulsating veins into his ravenous body.

Rachel gasped from the searing, momentary pain as his fangs pierced through her soft skin but at the same time her pussy jolted hard and her legs trembled from the excitement of feeding him, her Master.

Just a few seconds later the pain was gone, replace by a pleasurable feeling of fulfillment and satisfaction. Her eyes rolled back as overpowering arousal reached every cell of her body.
Every heartbeat meant an ounce of blood drained from Rachel’s body and with every heartbeat her pussy twitched harder, making it impossible to resist. She wanted him to take her completely.

When Lestat sucked one pint of the sexy woman’s blood, he threw his head back, feeling the darkest energy spark within the center of his undead body. His true self was coming alive again and was urging to get out!

The transformation was unavoidable. His true image emerged replacing the human form; a tall, thin, humanoid figure with wolf eyes, bat ears and enormous fangs. He was now ready to take everything that belonged to him!

The bloodthirsty monster grabbed Rachel’s submissive body with his clawed hands and turned her around, facing away from him. He had a new toy and he wanted to play with it. Lestat was going to finish what he started moments before, his cock already growing to twice the size.

Lestart forced Rachel to bend forward and shoved his massive, cold phallus deep into her pussy.

“Ahhh…”

The entranced woman moaned loud as her silky, curvaceous body stretched to take it in completely. Even within her mesmerized state, Rachel felt his fat member penetrate her deeper than she thought possible.

Lestat fucked her lubricated pussy hard and fast, reaching all the way to her womb every time, shaking her entire body from head to toe.

Without retrieving his cock, Lestat lifted Rachel like a ragdoll and sank his huge fangs in her veins once more, draining her warm blood even faster than before. Rachel grunted and shuddered within his grip as her skin turned paler every passing second.

***

The inhuman creature fucked Rachel for a long time, smashing his cock deep into her pussy and bringing her closer to an inevitable orgasm. Lestat would ravish her for as long as there was an ounce of blood flowing through her body and there was still plenty of it…

Without removing his phallus, Lestat turned her over again and leaned forward to sink his teeth into her left breast. Rachel’s heart was pumping the remnants of her blood with full force, making it easier for him to suck it into his starving body.

For a second, Rachel imagined that delicious red blood gushing everywhere and suddenly she felt hungry too.

Lestat pinned Rachel’s pale body against the wall and increased the pace. He knew her climax was near and her fate would be sealed forever.

Rachel could almost feel her soul escaping from her burning body and yet she wanted him to keep fucking her. She wrapped her legs around his rugged form pulling him closer.

Her pussy contracted tightly around his cock as his fangs sank deep into her neck for the last time. The pleasure she felt was unbearable and somehow she knew that her impending orgasm was going to be devastating, putting an end to her previous, unrewarding life.

Lestat shoved his cock as deep as he could while his balls shuddered just before the inevitable release.

Rachel writhed and jolted reaching a powerful climax at the same moment that Lestat discharged a huge load of cum into her blood-drained body. Her leg stretched out and trembled rapidly while her arms reached out into nothing, as an orgasmic farewell to her previous existence…

It was done. The last drop of blood had been drained from her trembling body and this mind-blowing orgasm marked the start of a new beginning.

Rachel stared into nothing as her last traces of human life vanished in the darkness. The receding spasms in her pussy slowly gave way to an unnatural hunger for blood.

Lestat let her feeble, quivering body slide lifelessly to the stone floor.

“Yes my dear. Let my essence spread within your body and you will be my bride forever.”

***

Back in the castle’s studio, the girls started wondering about Rachel…

“Don’t you think Rachel is taking too long? Maybe we should see if she is ok,” Brooke said.

“If she doesn’t come back in five minutes, we’ll organize a search expedition,” Madison responded.

At that moment, Rachel walked silently into the room. None of her former friends noticed her until she spoke…

“Are you talking about me?” Rachel asked with a serious tone.

“Holy crap!” Claire exclaimed as she looked at Rachel’s nude body.

“Rachel! Why are you naked?!” Madison asked.

The girls stood up and gathered around Rachel trying to figure out what was going on, unaware that a menacing shadow was moving behind them…

“That’s the best Halloween costume I’ve ever seen! Did you use powder on your whole body? You look so pale!” Claire said excitedly.

“Awesome!” Madison said.

“You… you look like death,” Brooke added with a nervous voice.

A loud, ghostly growl made the young friends feel a chill in their guts. They all turned around at the same time to look at Lestat moving closer to them from behind. He swiftly grabbed Brooke’s dress, eager to get her naked and get a taste of her warm blood.

“Ahhhh!!” Brooke screamed in panic.

“What the fuck?!!” Claire yelled.

“What the hell is that?” Madison asked at the same time.

The vampire ripped Brooke’s dress off as the scared woman stepped back and managed to break free. They all started to run as fast as they could but Rachel blocked Madison’s attempt to flee and firmly grabbed her arm.

“Why don’t you stay here? You are really going to enjoy it,” Rachel said calmly.

“Run Madison!” Claire screamed as she ran behind Brooke into the hall.

Trapped between Rachel and the creature, Madison tried to make sense of what was happening, “Rachel! Please tell me that this is a joke… that this is not real.”

“This is very real. You will see that in a moment,” Rachel responded showing no emotion.

“Welcome to my home, precious thing,” Lestat said with a raspy voice.

Madison turned her head to see the dreadful vampire reach out to her. She screamed as he ripped her dress completely off her body.

Lestat grabbed Madison’s slim waist with both hands and lifted her from the ground, offering the scared woman’s blood to Rachel, his new bride.

“Do you want a test of her? Go ahead my darling… bite her!” He said.

“Rachel, stop this!!” Madison pleaded to her friend.

“Yes… I want her!” Rachel said, looking fixedly at Madison’s eyes.

Madison looked down at Rachel’s mad eyes, realizing with true terror that this was real, unbelievably real. The woman staring back at her resembled her old friend but she was a different person, a different creature!

“No Rachel! Don’t do it!” Madison cried.

Rachel swiftly leaned forward stabbing her new fangs into Madison’s crotch. The blood began to flow into Rachel’s body and her pussy twitched from absolute pleasure. She visualized Madison on her bed, moaning lustily between her arms, embracing the secret relationship they used to have in the past. Today, they would become lovers again and it would last until the end of time.

Madison was almost in shock. She still wanted to believe that none of this was true but the painful bite was proving her wrong. She suddenly felt Rachel’s tongue reaching into her pussy and her nipples swelled involuntarily. The soreness weakened rapidly along with her inner strength.

“Yes! Eat her!” Lestat exclaimed. His harem was getting bigger.

***

Claire and Brooke ran like hell through a maze of halls until they found a door that promised a way out. There was a large bolt keeping it closed but they managed to open it and move inside. They walked in the shadows down a stairway and ended up in a dark basement that seemed to lead nowhere.

“I think this is a dead end. We should go back and try a different way,” Brooke said catching her breath.

“Wait. There could be a maintenance door in here. Let me take a look,” Claire responded.

Claire found a torch by the door. The intensifying light showed an ample, wrecked room but no doors.

“You are right. This is some kind of dungeon,” Claire said, “Do you realize that this could be just another prank from Rachel? Maybe she and Mady are laughing at us right now.”

Brooke did not respond. She was frozen in place with her eyes wide open staring at something behind Madison…

“Brooke? What’s wrong?”

It was an enormous humanoid with a thick, brown fur covering its massive body. A werewolf!

“Oh my God! Oh my God! Nooo!” Claire screamed as she turned around.

The large beast smelled the alluring scent of the females even before they entered the room. He lurked in the shadows until there were within reach and charged on Claire with only one thing on his mind. He grabbed Claire and used his sharp claws to tear off her clothes.

Brooke couldn’t move from sheer terror.

The werewolf dragged Claire to a clear area among the rubble of the dirty ground while Brooke slowly stepped back and crawled into a fetal position near the stone wall. She couldn’t even dare to look at the hairy beast and her struggling friend.

“Please don’t kill me!” Claire cried.

The excited creature pushed Claire’s legs wide open while he positioned his enlarging cock against her pussy. It was then when Claire realized that the monster wasn’t going to eat her… at least not yet.

“Oh my God! I think he wants to fuck me!” Claire thought.

Claire felt the enormous rod splitting her pussy lips apart and slide fiercely through her tight cavity all the way to the bottom. Then the werewolf started to pump her so fast that she was barely able to breathe between high pitched squeals.

“Ahh Ahh Ahh…”

The beast pulled her up and forced her to sit on his lap. He easily lifted her slim body in the air and smashed her down onto his cock over and over. He knew that the time he had was limited and he was going to make the best of it. It had been so long since he fucked a woman.

Brooke, trembling like a leaf, was still afraid to look but she could clearly hear the squishy sounds of the werewolf cock penetrating deep into Claire’s pussy. In other circumstances, Brooke would have sworn that Claire was having sex with a long time lover by the sound of her moans.

After several minutes of unearthly ravishing, Claire caught herself enjoying the situation. The hideous beast was oddly skillful while fucking her, as if he had done this before hundreds of times and he was deliberately trying to make her feel good.

“What is wrong with you? You can’t enjoy this…” Claire reproached herself.

A scary growl in the distance indicated to the werewolf that he was running out of time. Claire’s arousing reverie cleared immediately from her head and she screamed out loud still trying to protect Brooke.

“Run Brooke! Run away!” Claire screamed.

The panicked girl finally reacted, “Ehh?”

The werewolf stood up and turned around without removing his cock from Claire’s pussy. Claire couldn’t help moaning loudly from the pleasant feeling of his hard cock steering within her insides as the creature carried her like a rag doll.

Meanwhile, Brooke ran up the stairs and out of the dungeon just in time.

One second later, the dominant werewolf showed up at the scene, demanding his right to mate with the female. His fur had a grayish tone, suggesting longevity.

Claire looked at him with reassuring certainty that he was not trying to kill her. He wanted to fuck her too. This werewolf was a little bigger than the first one and so was his cock.

“Holy crap!” said Claire, staring at the beast’s enlarged phallus.

The younger werewolf knew his place and quickly submitted, offering the slim woman to the leader, who leaned forward and smelled her crotch confirming that she was suitable for mating. Claire felt his breath blowing around her wet pussy lips and she twitched involuntarily.

The big werewolf wasted no time and immediately shoved his large cock in Claire’s pussy. Claire felt it going even deeper than before and screamed in bliss.

The other beast had to settle with Claire’s tight ass, fully aware that he was not going to impregnate her this way. He pushed his cock into her anus as far as he could while Claire was going berserk by the wicked surprise. She was no longer in control of her emotions and she was well on her way to reaching a delightful orgasm.

***

Meanwhile, at the other site of the castle, Madison’s skin was almost as pale as snow. Rachel’s fangs pierced her neck and sucked the last drops of blood while Lestat banged her pussy with all his might, eager to drive her over the edge and into his world.

“Yes, my dear. Suck her dry. Let her be one of us!” Lestat said.

And Lestat came, ejecting a cold, gooey load of cum into Madison’s shuddering pussy. Madison suddenly saw a bright red light explode behind her eyes and all her muscles strained from the overwhelming orgasm. Her pussy twitched over and over around her new Master’s cock, milking it, absorbing his essence right into the center of her darkening soul.

Lestat dropped Madison to the carpeted floor while she still twitched and growled, letting the last traces of her old self escape into emptiness and allowing her new, blood thirsty conscience to take over completely.

Rachel fervently cleaned Lestat’s cock with her luscious tongue.

***

Down in the dungeon, both huge werewolves smashed their bulky bodies against Claire’s frail figure, relentlessly shoving their fat cocks into her pussy and ass in a rapid pace. Claire’s legs and arms swayed back and forth freely while the besieged woman barely hung to consciousness.

She stared up into nothing unable to think or do anything other than enjoy the unbelievable ride. Claire was being fucked by monsters and yet she was having the fuck of her life. She had lost count of how many times she’d climaxed since the beasts first penetrated her.

Much to her disappointment, the bizarre ravishing was coming to an end. The leading werewolf growled loudly as he reached his peak and sprayed her pussy with a large quantity of hot sperm, driving the overwhelmed woman into yet another orgasm.

The other werewolf stopped the fast fucking motion and let his leader pump all the sperm into Claire’s flooding womb.

Claire could clearly feel the massive phallus pulsating inside of her and the hot fluid filling her insides completely.

When the leader was done, they let her feeble body slide to the ground but the other werewolf was not finish yet and he kept her head up while he aimed his cock at her face.

Claire was forced to open her mouth wide while the beast pushed her head against his thick cock. She dared to imagine the beast’s large balls boiling with hot semen ready to gush out and flood down her throat.

That mental image quickly turned into reality as the werewolf vigorously ejected hot, gluey cum into her mouth and down her throat. Claire’s whole body quivered from a sudden excitement that made her spray a little fluid of her own.

Moments later, Claire lay exhausted on the floor, leaking cum from her pussy and mouth, still trying to make sense of the surreal events that she just experienced.

The werewolves were thankful to Claire not only for providing a pleasurable time but for unlocking the dungeon’s door that had remained closed for a long time. They calmly walked out in search for freedom.

***

Brooke got lost in the confusing halls that all look alike until she found one that led to an ample room. She was now alone and scared and she sadly regretted leaving Claire alone with the beast.

“I’ll never forgive myself for leaving Claire. I need to find a way out and call the police. That is the best way I can help her.”

Just a few steps ahead, Brooke turned a corner and ran into Rachel, who stood sexily in one side of the room as if she had been waiting for her.

“Hi, Brooke. Did you miss me?”

“Rachel! Are you ok? Please tell me what is going on?!”

“I want you to meet my Master. He will explain everything to you,” Rachel answered.

Brooke knew that she couldn’t trust Rachel so she tried to run the other way but Madison was right there…

“Going somewhere?” Madison asked.

“Mady!! You too? I just want to go home…”

“This is home. You will see that in a moment,” Madison said.

Falling from above, Lestat landed abruptly right in front of Brooke, cornering her against the stairway and her former friends. She had nowhere to go…

Lestat moved forward, staring fixedly at the terrified woman’s eyes and speaking in a strangely soothing voice. His hypnotic powers soon captured Brooke’s eyes and she couldn’t look away even as she tried with all her might.

“No, please. Leave me alone!” Brooke pleaded.

“Don’t be scared my darling. You are the chosen one. Come to me and you will find never-ending pleasure,” Lestat said getting his face inches from Brooke’s.

The minutes passed and Brooke’s facial expression slowly turned, showing relaxation. Her thoughts became blurry and sluggish. She felt her nipples swelling with no apparent reason.

“You are special my darling. You are pure. I know you are a virgin… and you belong to me!”

She heard Lestat’s voice echoing inside her head. When he touched her left breast, she climaxed.

***

Claire recovered a while later, wondering why the werewolves had left her alone and unharmed.

“I guess all they wanted was to fuck me… and some fuck it was!” Claire thought, “I have to get out of here!”

Claire walked carefully and silently back to the main hall. Even that it was truly incredible; she was now convinced that everything that was happening was very real. She had to avoid that horrible vampire creature with the large fangs or she would end up like Rachel.

“Poor Rachel… I have to find Brooke and get out of this forsaken place.”

Despite her furtiveness, Lestat and her slaves found Claire as easily as they’d found Brooke. Her intense heartbeat served like a beacon to the blood-sucking creatures.

Claire crossed a large doorway and carefully looked around the corner. It was empty. “I don’t recognize this hall. Maybe I should go the other way.”

Hanging from the wall, several feet above the ground, Rachel looked down at her old friend, “Got you bitch!”

Rachel jumped down, grabbing Claire’s forearm. Claire was doomed.

“Hi, Claire. Looking for someone?”

“Rachel!” was Claire’s only word.

***
Not even ten minutes later, Claire was lying on a wooden table rocking back and forth and moaning out loud from the delightful strokes of Lestat’s huge cock.

She remembered him looking at her intensely and telling her that he was going to make her feel wonderful… and he was right. She felt like she was in heaven. This was the right thing to do.

“I can smell her blood rushing through her veins,” Madison said excitedly as she stood beside Lestat, licking her own lips.

“Let him fuck you Claire. Let him penetrate all the way to your soul,” Rachel exclaimed, looking at Claire’s empty stare.

Lestat could sense the eagerness of his slaves and he encouraged them to turn their friend into one of them; to make her a vampire.

Within the excitement, all of them failed to notice a bulky figure observing everything near the far back wall.

“Go on my dear slaves. Bite her. Take her. I command you!” Lastat ordered.

“Yess!!” Rachel responded.

“Thank you Master!” Madison added.

It was time to taste Claire’s blood. Rachel opened her mouth wide showing her sharp fangs as she leaned forward ready to bite…
Suddenly, one of the werewolves jumped from the top of a bookshelf and smashed Rachel with a swift move of his arm, sending the surprised vampiress to the ground. Lestat and Madison looked up at the intruder and screamed with anger and astonishment.

They had been caught off guard but reacted in an instant…

Lestat jumped with amazing speed over the table, biting the werewolf near the neck and stabbing his large nails on his chest. Madison followed close behind, ready to bite him as well.

Claire remained on the table with her legs wide open. She also reacted to the sudden commotion, lifting her head a bit as the fogginess slowly cleared from her entranced mind.

“What’s.. happening?” Claire mumbled.

With the werewolf agonizing on the floor, Lestat knelt to finish the job. He grabbed the werewolf neck and opened her jaws wide, ready to finish him… but at that instant, the older and bigger werewolf jumped from behind and stabbed a big sword into Lestat’s back, piercing his dark, rotten heart.

“Nooo!” Rachel screamed, witnessing her Masters demise.

“Master!!” Madison cried in terror.

Lestat was dead. After centuries of hunting these lands and terrorizing the people of the small town; forcing them to send him innocent, young females, the vampire was dead.

“Master, don’t leave us!!”

“Let’s take the sword out! He might live!” Madison told Rachel in desperation.

But there was nothing they could do to save him. The job was done. The werewolf grabbed Claire from the table and carried her out of the castle. This time, he was not going to leave her behind.

“He killed the vampire!” thought Claire, watching over the werewolf’s shoulder.

***

The beast walked deep into the woods, away from the danger and placed Claire gently on the ground.

“You saved my life! He was going to make me a vampire, like Rachel and Mady,” Claire said.

The werewolf just stared back at her without making any sound. He didn’t have to.

“Oh… I think I know what he wants…” Claire thought, looking at the beast’s cock grow large again.

Claire willingly let him fuck her the rest of the night until daybreak. This time she enjoyed it even more than before, certain that he was not going to eat her when he was done. They both came at the same time.

“Aaahhh…”

The moment seemed perfect but…

The werewolf abruptly fell to his knees letting Claire fall onto the ground. He growled in a different way, clearly showing that he was in pain. Then it happened. He started to change until he turned into his original form.

“Holy crap! He is becoming human!” Claire exclaimed.

And there he was. A tall, muscular man knelt where the werewolf had been. The transformation was complete.

The man introduced himself as Arthur. He was the last leader of a long line of men chosen by fate to fight the blood suckers. His father did it before him and his grandfather did it before his father.

“I was the only one who knew how to kill the vampire and I had tried for decades,” Arthur said, “You gave me the chance to do it and you shall be rewarded for it. Please come to my humble castle. You may stay with me for as long as you want.”

“But I have to call the police. My friends are still in there,” Claire said.

“The police know about this place. They will do nothing. There is no hope for your friends anyway. They will remain vampiress’ forever,” Arthur answered.

Claire agreed to follow him. She would decide what to do when they get to his place. Plus there were other things spinning in her mind…

“Do you turn into a werewolf every night?”

“Yes,” Arthur responded.

“Hummm… That’s what I was hoping for,” Claire thought as she grabbed his hand.

***

Three weeks later, Brooke sat limply on a large chair. Her skin was pink as always and her body looked the same except for a noticeably pregnant belly. She stared into eternity with her mind trapped in a blissful labyrinth of arousing sensations, constantly fueled by Rachel and Madison’s caress and by the creature growing inside of her.

“I want to bite her so badly,” Madison said, looking intently at Brooke’s neck.

“You can’t! She has to remain human until she gives birth to our new Master,” Rachel said.

Brooke felt Rachel’s finger probe into her wet pussy and her nipples swelled accordingly. It was time for another delightful session.

“I can feel him stirring inside of her,” Madison said placing a hand on Brooke’s belly.

“Yes. It won’t be long.”

The End.

Note from the author: There is a graphic version of this story.

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Ms. Kim is shocked by her daughter’s appearance, but discovers that every woman wants to please her futa-dick.

The Futa Fairy – Futa’s Hot Boss Wish
Chapter Two: Ms. Kim’s Futa Motivation
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

I stood trembling, staring at the face of my eighteen-year-old daughter standing in the doorway of the conference room. Normally, this wasn’t a big deal. Yunjin often dropped in after her classes were over. The warehouse I’d converted into the office space for my business, Mizzytique, wasn’t too far from Washington College where she attended.

However, today wasn’t the usual office meeting.

The twenty-five employees, all female, of my company were in various states of undress as they openly masturbated, squeezed their round breasts, or were even fingering each other’s pussies or pinching each other’s nipples. Lusts burned out of control, the air filled with the yummy scent of hot pussies.

Britney Rakes, her brassy hair spilled across the conference room table, was still bent over, her ass reddened from my discipline. My head of sales had been such a bitch lately, bad-talking me behind my back, lowering morale among the other workers as my company headed straight for bankruptcy.

It was why I had made my wish and the futa-fairy had answered. B, which was not as strange as her real name, had appeared in my dreams, fucked me with her girl-cock, and transformed me into a futanari. My clit became a huge dick.

And said dick was buried into the pussy of my secretary, Natti.

Natti, the Korean beauty, looked so much like my daughter. She squealed and groaned, her pussy still cumming, milking the last of the girl-jizz from my dick. I had been demonstrating to my employees how they would be rewarded for good work from now on, giving them the motivation to work hard, to set the company right, to make sales and keep bankruptcy from destroying my company. Because by the end of December, less than two months away, it would all be over.

“Yunjin,” I said, struggling to think. I had made a wish that made my employees horny for my dick. But would it work on others? Like my daughter?

Part of me hoped it would. I had been ashamed of my growing attraction to my daughter as she blossomed. She was so slim and doll-like her face so beautiful. She wore these yummy outfits, looking like such an innocent schoolgirl that made me so horny for her, made my pussy clenched. I had hired Natti because she looked so much like Yunjin.

I had been working up the courage to seduce my secretary, to use her as a proxy for my incestuous lusts. So now, I hoped Yunjin would understand.

“This wasn’t how I wanted to tell you about my new…attribute,” I said, my pussy clenching as I slid my still-hard futa-dick out of Natti’s snatch, my secretary still whimpering.

The other women were all frozen, blushing, not sure what to do.

Yunjin’s slanted eyes were fixed on my girl-dick. She licked her lips, color dotting the pale-olive skin of her cheeks. We were both Korean, short and petite. I was the shortest woman in the office. But I had a huge cock. Far bigger than Yunjin’s father.

“You’re a futanari, Mother,” Yunjin said in her sweet dulcet tones. Her eyes were smoldering. “The futa-fairy visited you!”

My jaw dropped. “How do you know about that?”

“Oh, that’s so awesome. You’re just like Ms. Marcie and Officer Cindy and the futa-cheerleaders. That’s so hot! And Pattie says her mother is a futa-doctor now and cures people with her cum. How amazing is that?”

“There are… Your teacher?” My eyes narrowed. “Your teacher’s fucked you, hasn’t she?”

“Yes, Mother,” she said, moving around the table, not at all abashed by the naked woman watching her. Her skirt swirled about her slim thighs covered in dark tights. She stopped beside me then reached out and swiped her finger through Natti’s pussy, gathering my cum. “Hi, Natti.”

“Hey, Yunjin,” my secretary said, groaning as my daughter scooped up a big gob of my incestuous futa-cum from her pussy.

Then my daughter popped her finger into her mouth. The eighteen-year-old groaned, her lips sealing tight, her cheeks hollowing as she savored the forbidden flavor of my girl-cum. Her mother’s girl-cum.

“Oh, that’s yummy, Mother,” she purred after pulling her finger out of her mouth. Then she fell to her knees and, before my watching employees, grabbed my girl-dick. With a purr, she brought it to her mouth.

“I’m your Mother,” I gasped, shocked at how…at ease she was with incest. I had birthed. She had come out of my body. And now she sucked on my futa-dick.

“Mmm, Natti tastes so good on your dick, Mother,” she purred. “You have a yummy pussy, Natti.”
“Thanks,” my secretary said, her voice a little strained.

I groaned again as my daughter’s tongue swirled across the crown of my dick. She bathed it, making my pussy clench. Such delight rippled through me. I couldn’t believe how amazing this was. My little girl stroked my pussy-soaked cock before engulfing it into her mouth.

She had no problem with incest. She just wanted to love her mother’s cock. Her eyes stared up at me, burning with such lust and warmth. I groaned, her cheeks hollowing, the suction reaching down my cock into my pussy. My snatch clenched so hard.

“Oh, god, this is amazing,” I groaned. “I’ve wanted to do things with you for so long, Yunjin.”

“You… But she’s your daughter, Ms. Kim,” the busty June said. My head of HR was groping those pillowy tits, smearing pussy juices across the right one, her fingers sticky from masturbating.

“She is,” I groaned.

“That is so hot,” purred Florina Santos from the sales department. The curvy Hispanic woman licked her lips. “Ms. Kim, you’re going to cum in your daughter’s mouth.”

“Yes, that is so hot,” moaned Britney, still bent over the table. My rebellious head of sales wiggled her well-spanked ass. “Oh, Ms. Kim, this is wild. Incest… Wow. I love it.”

“Yes,” groaned Miley, another saleswoman. She squirmed in her chair, her short, black hair swirling about her round face as she masturbated.

The other employees moaned, their bodies moving again, getting into the motivating spirit of the meeting. I stared back down at my daughter, my hands smoothing her silky, black hair as she worked her mouth up and down my cock.

She was so skilled at sucking cock. “Oh, did Ms. Marcie teach you how to blow a futa? Huh, did she turn you and your classmates into little sluts for her futa-cock?”

Yunjin moaned and enthusiastic yes about my dick, the sound of her passion vibrating around the sensitive crown. I shuddered, juices running down my thighs. My small breasts jiggled before my hips began pumping away, sliding my girl-cock in and out of her mouth.

Such a sweet, hot mouth. My daughter was so amazing. This was so awesome. I loved incest. It was so naughty, so wrong, to feel my daughter’s mouth sucking so hard on my futa-dick. My fingers tightened in her hair, pumping away.

“I should thank this Ms. Marcie for molding you into such a cock-sucking whore. Mmm, my daughter is so good at it.”

“She looks so good at it,” moaned Natti, rubbing at her cum-filled cunt, scooping out my jizz and eating it as she watched.

“Your daughter’s a cock-sucking champ,” moaned my HR director. She kneaded those huge tits, shuddering. I grinned. Florina had vanished. The Hispanic woman had been sitting beside June.

It was so hot knowing she was now eating June’s pussy beneath the table.

My dick throbbed in my daughter’s hot mouth. The pressure swelled in my ovaries, her sucking mouth hungry for my cum. It boiled in my ovaries, eager to unleash and flood my daughter’s mouth with so much futa-jizz.

I couldn’t wait for the incestuous flood.

My daughter sucked harder and harder. My body shuddered, tits jiggling. So many hungry eyes watched me. At least, those who weren’t busy sucking on nipples or licking hot pussies. Vivian, from research, was on her hands and knees while Tonya, my product tester, ate her ass from behind.

I shuddered, my hips pumping faster and faster, pumping my new girl-dick in and out of Yunjin’s mouth. She had such an innocent face so it only made her more whorish that she could take my huge dick with such ease. My hands tightened in her hair.

“I bet that slutty futa-teacher taught you little schoolgirl-whores to deep-throat her big dick, didn’t she?” I hissed.

Yunjin moaned, her eyes begging me to do it.

I rammed my cock into her mouth. She sucked so hard, moaning out her pleasure, as I reached the back of her throat. She swallowed my futa-dick. I shuddered, more and more of my shaft vanishing into her hungry mouth. Her gullet engulfed my sensitive dick. She swallowed, massaging it.

And then her sweet lips were pressed into my silky bush. A groan burst from my mouth. A violent shudder ran through my body. My Yunjin, my baby girl, took every inch of my futa-dick. My daughter was such a whore.

And I loved her.

“Yes, yes, yes, your mother is proud of you,” I groaned. “My little whore did such an amazing job.”

Yunjin moaned so loudly about my cock. The vibrations rippled around my dick. I shuddered, my eyes bulging. It was so much pleasure racing down my shaft and through my body. I couldn’t believe it. This was so intense. I shuddered, my eyes bulging, my moans echoing through the conferences room.

“So good! Such a good schoolgirl-whore!” I panted, drawing my cock out of the depths of her throat. She sucked the entire way. My pussy clenched. “Your mother’s going to give you such a salty reward.”

“Cum in your daughter’s mouth, Ms. Kim,” moaned Britney. “Flood her! This is so hot!”

“So hot,” Miley moaned, her body shuddering in orgasmic delight. “Cum in her mouth, Ms. Kim.”

“Do it!” moaned June. “It’ll be so hot, Ms. Kim!”

My entire body shuddered. The suction was so incredible. Only the tip of my futa-dick remained in my daughter’s mouth. Her tongue swirled about it while her eyes stared up at me. They begged me for my futa-cum.

“Yunjin!” I groaned, my pussy spasming.

My futa-dick unloaded my incestuous jizz into her mouth.

The pleasure burned so hot through me. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back into my head as my cum pumped over and over into my daughter’s hungry mouth. The little schoolgirl-slut swallowed it all with such noisy gulps.

I howled out my pleasure, swaying, loving my new futa-dick. I shuddered, holding tight to her head, my fingers sliding through her hair. She nursed so hard on my cock, drawing out every drop of my cum out of my ovaries while I savored the incestuous passion.

“Oh, honey, yes. You are such a good cock-sucker. You made your mother cum so hard.”

Yunjin pulled her mouth off my dick, beaming up at me. “I am so glad I pleased you, Mother.”

She rose with such grace and, before I realized what she was doing, she was kissing me. Her arms went around my neck, clinging on tight. Her tongue probed my mouth, shoveling my own cum into my mouth.

Not much, but enough to let me taste that delicious, salty treat. It was amazing. It made my dick throb against her stomach. I was still hard. I had cum three times with my futa-dick in the last half-hour. Did it ever go soft?

That was amazing.

Her kisses stirred such passion. I couldn’t help sliding my hands up her tights, feeling the heat of her legs beneath. I lifted her skirt to grab her ass, turning her, pushing her up against the conference room table beside Natti. She sat down on it, her thighs spreading wide, going about my waist.

“Oh, you are going to fuck your daughter,” moaned Natti. “That’s so hot, Ji-Woo.” She was the only one who could call me by my first name. Everyone had to use my last name, Kim.

“Fuck her, Ms. Kim,” moaned Britney. “Fuck your daughter!”

I broke the kiss, staring into my daughter’s eyes. They were so glossy with lust. “Yes, Mother, satiate your futa-cock in my slutty pussy. I will make you cum so hard. Ms. Marcie taught me how to use my pussy and my asshole and my mouth.”

“Damn,” moaned June, shuddering, cumming on Florina’s mouth. “That is so naughty, Ms. Kim.”

“What type of college do you attend?” panted Miley. “I didn’t have a futa-teacher to fuck me.”

“Washington College!” she shouted. “Go Pussycats!”

“Wish I went there,” Miley said.

“I did,” June moaned. “But we didn’t have futas back then.”

I slid my hands down her body, reaching her skirt bunched about her waist. I pushed it up higher, finding the hem of her dark tights. I tugged those off, licking my lips. I hungered for another thing to do with my daughter.

Yunjin smiled at me, lifting her ass so I could pull of her tights. She wasn’t wearing panties beneath, her dark bush, matted with her juices and spunk. The unmistakable sight of ropy spunk coated her pubic hair while more dribbled out of her snatch.

“Ms. Marcie fucked me after class,” Yunjin grinned. “I love walking home with a twat full of futa-jizz!”

A hungry groan went through me as I stared at Ms. Marcie’s seed. I ripped my daughter’s tights down her legs, leaving them bunched around her ankles. Then I leaned forward, buried my face into her incestuous snatch, and ate my first creampie.

It wasn’t my first pussy I had eaten. Not by a long-shot. I was a lesbian. But it had been five-years since my last relationship. Since the last time I had eaten hair pie. And I hadn’t forgotten a thing. I lapped my tongue through her spicy pussy, gathering up the salty cum anointing her cunt. I shuddered, the two flavors melting in my mouth.

“Amazing,” I groaned between hot licks.

“Yes, yes, yes, Mother, eat all of Ms. Marcie’s cum out of my pussy!”

“Do it, Ms. Kim,” moaned my secretary. She nuzzled up next to my daughter, unbuttoning her white blouse.

Of course my daughter wasn’t wearing a bra. She was a little schoolgirl-slut. Her breasts were firm cones of pale-olive, topped by dusky-brown nipples. They were so cute. Especially when Natti leaned over and engulfed one.

“Natti,” my daughter squealed, her pussy clenching about my probing tongue. “Oh, Mother, this is so wonderful!”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned before plunging my tongue back into my daughter’s snatch, scooping out more pussy cream and futa-jizz.

I was drunk on the combination, feasting on my daughter’s pussy with such a taboo hunger. Her silky pubic hair rubbed on my face. I loved eating a hairy pussy, of feeling pubic hairs tickling my lips and chin and cheeks. It was so delicious. My tongue flailed through her folds, licking up spicy cream and salty spunk.

My daughter squirmed, her thighs squeezing tight about my face as she moaned. Natti, her face as doll-like and innocent as my daughter’s, sucked so hard on Yunjin’s nipples. Hot shivers raced through my body, ending at my pussy and cock. This was all so hot.

Women moaned around us. The conference table shuddered, other women bent over it, getting their pussies and asses eaten out. My employees savored their motivation, writhing in lesbian passion. Most of them were straight.

Not any more.

My daughter’s pussy juices dribbled down my chin and neck as I devoured her. She squirmed and gasped, her hips humping, grinding hot schoolgirl-cunt on my face. I shuddered, grasping my dick, stroking it slowly, pleasure rippling through my body.

“Mother,” she squealed, squirming, undulating. “Oh, you’re so good at eating pussy! Oh, Mother, yes!”

“Cum on your mother’s face,” moaned Britney. “Do it, you naughty slut!”

“Yes, Ms. Rakes,” gasped my daughter. “I’m going to… Cum!”

Hot, incestuous pussy juices flooded past my lips. I opened my mouth wide, sealing it over my daughter’s spasming cunt. I drank down her orgasming delight, loving every drop of spicy cream that filled my mouth.

I made my daughter cum.

I took such maternal pride in that. I had birthed her, cared for her, and now I pleasured her. I gave her such delight. My dick ached, throbbed. I had to feel her spasming flesh about my girl-dick. I rose, licking my lips.

And plunged my futa-dick into my daughter’s convulsing depths.

“Mother!” she howled in throaty rapture as I buried into her forbidden depths.

I savored my daughter’s pussy wrapped around my girl-cock. Her orgasm intensified, her cunt spasming so hard as I drew back through her hot flesh. I shuddered, my small breasts jiggling. Her face twisted in rapture while Natti kept sucking on her nipple.

Women writhed around us, licking, sucking, fingering. I loved it. We were bonding. Britney was actually kissing June, their feud over a man forgotten in the tied of lesbian passion. Florina was now on the table, Miley devouring her pussy, the Latina’s round, golden-brown tits heaving as she writhed in rapture.

“Oh, Mother, yes!” Yunjin moaned. “You’re girl-cock! It’s amazing! Pattie, Amber, and Belinda are so lucky to have futa-mothers. And now I have one, too!”

“You do,” I panted, thrusting so hard, pounding her taboo cunt.

The pleasure rippled through my body. My eyes rolled back into my head. Such rapture surged through me. Her flesh spasmed about my dick. I kept thrusting, enjoying the incestuous contact between us.

I was such a naughty mother!

Natti licked over to my daughter’s other nipple, sucking on it. She climbed onto the table, shifting around, bringing her own small breast to Yunjin’s nipple. My daughter’s pussy clenched so hard as she sucked on my secretary’s nub.

It was beyond my wildest fantasies when I hired Natti. I groaned, the pressure building so much in my pussy. My cunt kept clenching as I pounded my daughter. The hot friction of her pussy brought me closer and closer to my eruption.

My daughter let out a muffled squeal. Her pussy writhed about my cock, another orgasm burning through her body.

“Oh, you are such a slut for your Mother,” I hissed, savoring the hot pussy about my dick. The best pussy. “Yes, you are!”

She squeezed her knees about my hips, her ankles still bound together by her tights. She wiggled and humped, thrashing in rapture. I understood. Every stroke in my daughter’s pussy brought me closer and closer to exploding.

I rammed my girl-cock into her spasming depths. Her flesh caressed my cock’s sensitive tip. It was the final bit of rapture I needed. My back arched. My ass clenched as my cum burst out of my dick and flooded my daughter’s pussy.

I was cumming in my daughter.

“Yes!” I howled. “Thank you, B!”

This was beyond my wildest wishes. My daughter’s pussy spasmed about my futa-cock, milking out every drop of my cum. Juices flooded down my thighs. My spicy musk filled my nose, mixing with the similar delight from my daughter’s cumming snatch.

Incestuous rapture boiled my mind. I would fuck my daughter so much. I would ram my girl-cock over and over into her. I would make her howl in pure delight. She would scream out at the top of her lungs.

She would love her mother fucking her day and night!

“Yunjin,” I groaned. “Oh, my sweet child, your pussy was amazing.”

“Mmm,” she purred, Natti pulling back from her. “And your cock was amazing, Mother. You filled me with so much cum.”

Natti giggled. “You should have seen your mother earlier when she was mumbling in this trance. Her cock grew and i pulled it out. She came all over my face before waking up. Just coated me in jizz.”

“Oh, Ms. Marcie does that,” sighed Yunjin. “And the two futa-cheerleaders love to do it at their games. Sometimes they take lucky girls out of the stands and just hose them with jizz. A real bukakke party.”

Bukakke? That sounded Japanese.

Natti must have understood, because she gave a wicked giggle. “Yum!”

I pulled my futa-dick out of my daughter’s pussy with a regretful groan. It was so wonderful to be in her. Breathing heavily, I surveyed the room. The orgy was petering out. My employees were collecting themselves. Some traded lingering kisses, lips stained with pussy juices. Others were patting their hair and putting their tits back into their bras. Miley was on her hands and knees, searching for something.

“What are you looking for, Miley?” I asked, her skirt still hiked up, her pussy pointed right at me, covered in a soft down of black hair.

“My panties,” she said.

“Are these them?” asked Tonya from product testing. She held up a pair of skimpy, yellow lace.

“No,” Miley said.

“Those are mine,” Casey from customer support said. She snagged them out of Tonya’s hands and pulled them up her legs.

“Oh, here they are,” Miley said.

Her hips wiggled as she reached beneath the conference table. I had to fight the urge to fall to my knees and plow into that hot cunt. My dick was a reward. If I just gave into my lusts and fucked my employees all willy nilly, then they wouldn’t be motivated.

“Okay, ladies,” I said, folding my arms beneath my small tits. Even though I was the shortest woman, I felt the tallest right now. They all stared at me with such hungry respect. “Let’s get to work. I want you ladies making sales. Customer service, touch back with our clients we’ve lost, see what you can do to assuage them. Shipping, I want you on the asses of our warehouse service. Make sure our products are moving. Sales, burn up the phones!”

“Yes, Ms. Kim,” Britney moaned, her hand rubbing her reddened ass. “I won’t fail you again.”

“You better not. Next time, I’ll use a belt and then fuck every other woman in the office before your eyes. You won’t even get to touch that hot, slutty cunt of yours.”

“Yes, Ms. Kim,” she said, shuddering. Then she scurried from the room, her skirt still hiked up over her crimson ass.

I watched her through the window make a beeline for her desk. I smiled, the other women hurrying out of the office, leaving me alone with my daughter and Natti. Yunjin held a hand over her bush, trapping my cum in there.

“I’ll help out, too, Mother,” Yunjin said.

“How?” I asked.

“Why, encouragement,” she beamed. Then she dashed out of the room, leaving behind her tights and panties.

“Damn, she has a cute ass,” Natti moaned, standing beside me. “You are lucky to have that cutie for a daughter.”

I nodded my head in complete agreement.

I strolled out of the office, walking through the cubicles, my cock out and bouncing. My women stared at that dick with such hungry passion. They salivated for it as they spoke on the phones or typed up furious emails to send out.

Yunjin moved through the room, too, her left hand firmly planted over her pussy. The young girl had a huge smile on her doll-like face. She would visit a cubicle and say, “Keep working. You are so going to want your reward. Here, have a taste.”

She’d wiggle a finger past her left hand and it would reemerge moments later with a glob of my futa-cum on it mixed with my daughter’s spicy musk. She’d pop the finger into the woman’s mouth. They would always shudder, moaning. Some hadn’t bothered covering up their tits, their breasts jiggling.

“See, keep working and you’ll get more of that,” Yunjin would purr. Then she’d flounce off to the next cubicle.

It was so hot. I followed her around the office, watching her spread my futa-cum out like it was candy. My women worked even harder after she passed, so focus on their jobs. On saving my company. It was so inspiring.

And it made me so horny.

My dick ached before me. I gripped it as I walked, nodding my head to my women, lightly stroking my shaft. My pussy burned. Juices soaked into my panties. They were still bunched around the base of my cock along with my pantyhose.

“Hi, Florina,” said my daughter brightly, finger wiggling past her hand. “I hope you’re working hard.”

“I am,” the Latina woman said, lifting her gaze and freezing as Yunjin pulled out her finger. The woman licked her lips.

“Good,” Yunjin said, “because you’ll get so much more of this if you do a good job.”

She shoved her finger into Florina’s mouth. The Latina woman shuddered, her tits heaving in her bra. She hadn’t bothered to close her blouse. Her cheeks hollowed. I bet her tongue swirled around my daughter’s finger, gathering my jizz.

My dick ached so badly.

Damn, it was so hard being the boss. I so wanted to fuck someone. I could always fuck my daughter. Or Natti.

Then Yunjin headed to the next cubicle. “Hi, June!”

June was one of the women who hadn’t put her tits away. I stared at those lush mounds, swaying as she turned to smile at my daughter. That smile became predatory as Yunjin’s finger appeared, coated in creamy jizz.

I licked my lips, my cock throbbing, naughty ideas swimming through my mind as June sucked on my daughter’s finger. I had heard of something. What would it feel like? June was the best woman for the job.

And it really wasn’t a reward since she wasn’t getting fucked. At least, not in the traditional sense.

Yunjin moved off to bring more joy, leaving a panting and flushed June behind. My head of HR struggled to gather herself as I entered her cubicle. I leaned against the wall, feeling the temporary barrier shift, and grinned at her.

“Ms. Kim,” she panted. “I’m working hard. I’m helping out sales, but I’m not very good at it.”

“I think you need to be in charge of tracking rewards and punishments,” I told her. “That is, after all, HR’s responsibility.”

“Yes, Ms. Kim.” She licked her lips, her eyes locking on my girl-dick. “But…how am I supposed to earn my own reward?”

“By doing a good job at it.” Then I smiled. “But…I’ll give you a little taste. Kneel on the floor.”

It was so hot how fast she was to obey. She slipped out of her chair in a flesh, leaving it creaking around, the back of the chair bumping into her rump. She stared up at me, her big tits still swaying from her movement.

I reached past her, sliding her chair around her body. She frowned at me as I sat down, my small tits jiggling. I shifted to get comfortable—her chair was more comfortable than mine—and spread my legs.

“Ever given a titty fuck?” I asked.

Her cheeks blushed. She nodded. “Most guys…ask with a girl that has tits as big as mine.”

“Good,” I said, precum dribbling down my cock, slicking it. “Impress me.”

“Yes, Ms. Kim!”

I would never grow tired of hearing a woman purr my name with such a breathless enthusiasm. It made me quiver to hear it. And then she crawled forward on her knees, her hands cradling her tits. She piled them around my dick, pressing her breasts together.

And slid them up and down.

“Yes,” I groaned, feeling her pillowy flesh pump up and down my dick. She caressed the spongy tip of my girl-cock over and over. “Mmm, that’s good.”

“Thank you, Ms. Kim,” she said, cheeks growing crimson. “Your cock’s so big. I really have to work my tits to do this.”

She squeezed them harder on my dick, forming a delicious sheath. Her nipples rubbed on my belly, so hard. They tickled me, making me squirm as she fucked her big titties up and down my cock. Over and over, my crown throbbing. The pressure built in me.

I groaned, the chair creaking as I squirmed. It was delicious. Not as intense as fucking ass or cunt, but…relaxing. Just to feel these soft tits caressing my cock. And it was hot watching my tip pop out of her tits before vanishing again.

“Now you’re really going to like this part, Ms. Kim,” she purred.

Before I could ask, her tits slid down. My cock appeared. Her tongue swirled around the crown. My eyes widened. Pleasure rippled down my futa-dick. That teasing delight had me shuddering. It was so wonderful.

The slide of pillowy tits followed by the flick of her tongue was incredible. I leaned back father in the chair and just enjoyed the rapture. I didn’t have to do anything but be pleasured. I felt like a queen before my kneeling slave.

“Oh, yes, Ms. Kim, you’re going to cum so hard,” she moaned.

“So hard,” I purred in absolute agreement. “Faster.”

“Yes, Ms. Kim.”

Pleasure rippled down my shaft. My cock vanished over and over into her pillowy tits. Her tongue flicked it. Sometimes, her lips would even suck, giving me a heartbeat of twitching rapture. My pussy clenched. The heat built and built in me.

Stars fluttered across my vision. My hands found my small breasts. I cupped them, fingering dark-brown nipples. Her fat nubs rubbed faster and faster on my belly. The ticklish sensation had faded, but they still felt nice, adding more delight.

I squirmed. The chair groaned. My cock throbbed.

“June, you wonderful employee!” I gasped. The pressure built. My body tensed. “Oh, god, I’m going to cum!”

“Cum all over my tits, Ms. Kim!” she panted. She worked her tits so fast up and down my dick, hardly having time to lick my cock.

Heaven rippled through me. My cock pulsed. Cum fired.

Hot jizz splattered her motherly face. It spilled across her flushed cheeks and landed in her open mouth. She moaned, squeezing her tits tighter about my shaft. She milked out the cum. More spurted. Gobs dripped from her face to land on her pillowy mounds. Pearly rivulets ran across her flesh as I shuddered and groaned.

“Oh, June, yes!” I panted. “Enjoy your little treat.”

“I will, Ms. Kim,” she moaned, lifting her large tit to her mouth, licking a drop of cum that had ran down to her pink nipple. Then she engulfed it in her mouth.

I was so envious of her. I wished I could do that with my breasts.

I left her happily sucking her nipple and made another round of my office. Yunjin had finished dropping off her encouragements. All my women were working so hard. I nodded, then headed to my office to do my part.

I found my daughter sitting on Natti’s desk, my secretary’s face buried between her thighs. She beamed at me as I walked by, looking like a cat who had found the juiciest sparrow. Her small tits jiggled as she shuddered.

“She has to work, too,” I told my daughter. “Don’t have her lick your pussy all day.”

“I won’t, Mother,” she chirped.

I sat down to work. I wrote emails, checked sales figures, looked at the company’s depressing finances. I called a few clients, making sure they were happy. About a half-hour into it, my daughter sauntered in.

She moved with that bored-and-trying-to-attract-my-mother’s-attention sway. Her hands behind her back, shifting around in my line-of-sight while pretending to examine anything. My pen holder, my coffee mug, my diploma on the wall, her hips wiggling.

It was quite distracting and made my cock ache.

I was about to say something, perhaps suggesting she suck my cock while I worked, when my phone rang. I picked it up. “Ms. Kim speaking.”

“It’s June. Miley has made a sale. Thirty boxes to start out with.”

A shudder ran through me.

“She has more than earned her reward,” June added. “If you have time, Ms. Kim?”

“Of course,” I purred, glancing at my daughter as she bent over to examine my potted ficus, her naked ass and thick bush pointed at me.

Natti had done an excellent job of cleaning her up of all my spunk.

“You look bored.”

“Oh, no, Mother,” she said, straightening up.

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s go hand out a reward. You can help.”

She beamed at me.

Miley was quivering in excitement, the black-haired woman already naked and sitting on her computer chair, her round breast quivering. She fingered a dark-red nipple as she stared up at me, her eyes so wide.

“Well, thirty boxes,” I purred. “Good work.”

“Thank you, Ms. Kim,” she moaned, licking her lips. “I’m sorry for not being this motivated before.”

Anger at her gossiping with Britney earlier shot through me. “On your knees and receive your reward. You get a bonus. You get to eat out my daughter’s cunt while I fuck your ass.”

“Yes, Ms. Kim,” she moaned, giving no objection to anal sex.

I just wanted to fuck her ass so hard, to give her a little bit of punishment while also rewarding her good work.

She was on her hands and knees in moments, wiggling her pale ass at me. My daughter was already moving around her. She lowered herself with grace, spreading her thighs before my employee. Miley buried her face into barely legal cunt, licking so hard.

“Miley!” squealed my daughter. “Yes, yes, yes, eat my pussy! Oh, you’re such an office slut for my mother’s futa-dick!”

“She is,” I groaned, parting Miley’s asscheeks after kneeling. My cock smacked her butt-cheek. Then I moved into position.

A puckered asshole felt nice on my girl-cock. My precum leaked out, smearing across the tight hole. Miley moaned, wiggling her ass as she feasted on my daughter’s pussy. She had no problem with being sodomized by her boss.

I loved this.

My pussy clenched as I thrust as I hard as I could. Her asshole resisted for a moment, but then stretched and stretched about my futa-dick. Her bowels engulfed my dick. She groaned, low and throaty, as I buried to the hilt in her.

Fucking an asshole was a rougher pleasure than a pussy. Still hot, but not as wet or silky. But it was delicious.

My pussy clenched again as I drew back out, my small tits jiggling. I stared at my daughter’s face, twisting in pleasure, and beamed at her. Then I rammed my cock buck into my employee’s tight bowels. The friction burned along my cock, reaching into the depths of my pussy.

“Oh, Mother, she’s devouring my pussy. Oh, yes, she is!”

“Good,” I groaned. “I want all my employees to love pussy!”

“It’s so good,” grunted Miley as my cock rammed over and over into her bowels. “Oh, yes, just the best.”

“Good,” I hissed.

I pumped faster and faster. I reamed her bowels hard, plunging so deep into her. Every thrust sent ripples of delight surging through my body. I groaned, drinking in the pleasure. My crotch smacked over and over into asscheeks.

They rippled. I grinned, savoring her plump rump jiggling with each thrust. I gripped her hips, thrusting even harder. Our flesh smacked together. Her bowels clenched down on my dick as I savored the sight of her rump heaving.

“Oh, Ms. Kim,” she moaned. “Oh, my god, that’s so hot. You’re making my pussy so hot by fucking my ass.”

“Are you going to cum on my mother’s futa-dick?” Yunjin moaned, grinding her hot pussy on my employee’s mouth. “Huh?”

“Yes!” Miley’s asshole clenched so hard on my thrusting dick. “Her every thrust brings me closer and closer! Ms. Kim, yes! I love this reward.”

Yunjin flashed me such a grin, her small tits heaving. She arched her back and cried out, her face twisting. Unmistakable rapture moaned out of her. I envied Miley as she lapped up my daughter’s spicy cream.

“That’s it, honey, cum on my slut’s mouth!” I panted, ramming so hard. “Oh, Miley, you made my daughter feel so good.”

“She did!” squeaked my daughter. “Oh, she’s amazing!”

My daughter spasmed again, her little titties bouncing. They were so cute. I wanted to bend over and suck on them. But she was too far away. I had become such a wicked mother thanks to this futa-cock.

Then Miley’s bowels writhed about my dick. A massaging ripple engulfing my cock in amazing, velvety delight. I shuddered, savoring the sensations as my hips pumped away. The woman moaned her pleasure into my daughter’s pussy, her ass begging for my cum.

So I gave it to her.

I buried into her bowels. From the depths of my pussy, my rapture detonated. Cum pumped hot out of my futa-cock. I shuddered with each spurt, my body spasming. I loved it. Thoughts melted in my brain. Sparks exploded across my vision.

“Ms. Kim, you’re the best boss!” howled my employee.

“The best, Mother!” mewled my daughter.

It was so wonderful to hear. The last months of mounting despair were all banished. All washed away on a tide of orgasmic ecstasy rising out of my pussy and surging for my spurting futa-dick. I loved it.

I was the futa-boss!

“Ms. Kim,” June said from behind me. “When you are finished, Florina is waiting in her cubicle. She just closed a twenty box sale.”

“Good,” I panted. “I’ll be right with her. Coming, Yunjin?”

“Oh, yes, Mother.” My daughter bounded to her feet with all the spry energy of a eighteen-year-old schoolgirl.

I groaned, sliding my cock out of Miley’s ass and gave her a parting smack. “You did good.”

Her reply was breathless as I walked away, my futa-dick bobbing before me. I shivered. Maybe I’d have Florina suck me clean of Miley’s ass before I fucked her. What a wicked thought that was. Or, maybe, I should have Britney do it.

In fact, I liked that better. Another way to punish her. As I passed her cubicle, I said, “Britney, follow along.”

“Yes, Ms. Kim.”

The woman’s enthusiasm to bound to her feet after me was so inspiring. I grinned as I reached Florina’s cubicle just two more down. The Hispanic woman, sitting on her chair, grinned as I walked in.

“Miley sounded like she loved her reward,” Florina purred.

“She did.” I glanced at Britney. “My cock’s dirty with her ass. Suck me clean.”

“Yes, Ms. Kim,” she groaned.

As she was falling to her knees, I felt the world change. A ripple of energy washed through me. And then, to my horror, my clit began to shrink. Britney grabbed my cock, opening her mouth to engulf it, but ended up chasing my shrinking futa-dick.

“What’s happening?” she asked.

“I don’t know!” I gasped, panic surging through me.

“Oh, is it already sunset?” asked my daughter. “The days are getting shorter and shorter.”

“What?” I asked, my cock shrunk all the way into a clit. Britney pressed her face into my pussy anyways, sucking on the nub.

“Some futas, like Ms. Marcie and Officer Cindy, only have cocks during the day, and others like the futa-cheerleaders and Pattie’s mother have them at night.”

“Why?” I asked, shuddering, Britney sucking at my clit.

My daughter shrugged. “No idea. But it’ll come back at sunrise.”

I glanced at Florina, suddenly so afraid. But she shrugged. “Well, guess I’ll be here bright and early. Maybe we should change working hours to maximize your cock’s time.”

Relief flooded through me. “Maybe,” I nodded, Britney’s tongue swirling around my nub. Nothing else had changed. They were still eager to please me. “June, send out a memo. Let’s have work start tomorrow at…sunrise. Figure that out.”

“I will, Ms. Kim.”

Florina turned back to her computer. I stared at her, loving Britney’s sucking on my clit, when I noticed the picture. It was Florina with her daughter, who looked Yunjin’s age or maybe a year older. They both wore bikinis and were on the beach somewhere looking so bright and warm. Clearly not Washington. “You too look great together.”

“Oh, thank you,” Florina said. “That’s just from the summer when we went down to Florida to visit my mother.”

“She’s blossoming into quite the beauty,” I said, a throaty purr rising in my voice. “Any…incestuous thoughts?”

Florina shivered, glancing at my daughter. “Well, I kinda am now. My daughter is a cutie.”

“She is,” I purred.

Britney suddenly let out a moan of delight, muttering something about tomorrow.

I smiled. Tomorrow would be great. I would have an entire day with my futa-cock to reward my workers. It was a shame Yunjin had college, but I was sure there would still be plenty of fun on the weekend. And with the way sales were happening today, my company would get back into the black.

The futa-fairy worked miracles.

To be continued…

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Some things become clearer…

Chapter 12

Dao-Ming arranged for a tray of bread and cheeses to be brought up as we drew our bath. The hotel was truly a first class establishment, as it was one of the first in the United States to have hot and cold running water, although very primitive by modern standards. Having a hot bath without first having to heat the water over a fire was a new experience for me (I later learned that this was achieved by ingeniously wrapping the pipe carrying the water from the rooftop tanks around the kitchen’s chimneys).

I tied a light silk robe around my thoroughly exhausted, but utterly satiated, body just before the server arrived with the food. As he entered the main room, I realized that he must have heard the noise we had been making because his face was redder than any beet. That realization set my own face aflame. Noticing my reaction, Dao-Ming trilled her wonderful laughter.

As he placed the tray of food on a table, the young man glanced over at me, undoubtedly noting my sweaty body with my hair plastered to me wherever it touched, and though I didn’t think it possible, turned even redder than when he had entered.

“Uh, enjoy your, uh, stay, ma’am,” he stammered as Dao-Ming handed him a substantial tip.

“Oh, we are,” Dao-Ming replied, winking at me and flashing me a somewhat wry smile. I was busily trying to stifle my own smile threatening to cross my lips.

I couldn’t really blame him for his obvious embarrassment, as lesbians (which he clearly inferred we were), while not exactly uncommon in 19th century America, were not nearly as open – and vocal – in their activities as the two women standing before him appeared to be. If he knew the truth, he probably would have died where he stood or denounced us as “witches,” which was still a thing in Philadelphia at the time, albeit most infrequent.

Dao-Ming collapsed into my arms as we exploded into laughter not ten seconds after the door closed. It was a solid five minutes or more before we could catch our breath. It only occurred to me somewhat later in my many lifetimes since that day our reaction to the gentleman’s discomfort, which really was decidedly funny, was somewhat out of proportion, not to mention my abrupt acceptance of my situation.

Still, even through our mirth, the questions to which I required answers only she could provide, were again rising to the forefront of my mind. I resolved to get the answers, by whatever means necessary.

We helped each other to our feet, still giggling. I stopped long enough to grab a few chunks of bread and cheese, as my body was desperately telling me to replace some of the energy it had expended just a few minutes ago, let alone whatever had been lost since I last remember eating.

As I followed Dao-Ming towards the oversized bathtub, popping some cheese in my mouth, I admired the view as she gracefully dropped the robe from her flawless body, porcelain skin bright in the sunlight streaming through the window, her raven hair bouncing softly as she walked, ending just above her perfect ass. I felt my nipples harden as I released the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding, the silk robe tickling them deliciously as I trailed a few feet behind, eliciting a slight, almost inaudible moan from me at another new sensation.

Dao-Ming must have heard me, however, although I couldn’t see how, looked back over her right shoulder and flashed her delightful smile at me. She turned to face me as she reached the tub, giving me a sultry “come-hither” gesture.

I knew, right then and there – as I took in her glorious nude body, from her pert, yet generous, breasts and their delectable nipples, to her flat stomach and thin waist flowing into hips that flared just perfectly, and the utterly hairless juncture of her lovely legs – I just knew I had fallen completely, madly, hopelessly in love with her. That, despite my seemingly impossible transition to a woman.

I also knew, with an absolute certainty, that our time together would be short, as I sensed a restless soul within her; one that did not settle anywhere, or with any one person for long. That thought almost brought a tear to my eye before I tamped down on my feelings, attempting to steel myself for the inevitable.

She gently embraced me, one hand caressing my back as the other stroked my cheek before guiding my lips to hers, bringing me into a soft kiss, her tongue ever-so-sensually probing, testing, tasting. I submitted to her completely, utterly, letting her guide our actions.

I felt my robe slip open as she undid the tie, and I let it fall to the floor to puddle at my feet. My breath quickened as she cupped my breasts, her thumbs rubbing softly across and around my sensitive nipples, causing them to harden even further, almost painfully.

She broke the kiss as I ran my hands through her hair, sucking a nipple into her mouth.

“Mmmmm,” I tilted my head back in ecstasy. Never before had I felt something so exquisitely sensuous, so erotic. I felt myself get very wet, very quickly. In the back of my mind, I knew we were getting further from my desire to get the answers I believed I deserved. I also knew that I didn’t care just then.

Dao-Ming alternated between breasts at random, kissing, sucking, nibbling as her hands roamed down my body to cup my ass cheeks, pulling me against her tightly. Her lips continued their ministrations as she sank to the floor, pulling me down on top of her. I felt her legs slip between mine, spreading them to offer her complete access to whatever part of me she desired.

She worked her arm between us and I felt a finger slide across the hood of my nub as she parted my other lips, two fingers gliding easily into my drenched pussy. I gasped as she started stroking them in and out, slowly, gently, her thumb matching pace on my clit. I could feel a powerful orgasm approaching almost immediately.

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We discovered that the bathtub was more than large enough to accommodate two rather petite women (at this point, there was no point trying to deny what I’d become – a woman), although we would have made due in a smaller version, as it was patently ridiculous to pretend we weren’t intimately close at this point.

As we settled into the steaming water, basking in post-coital bliss, I quickly dunked myself under the water, laving off some of the sweat brought out by Dao-Ming’s expert assistance. She was nothing if not a spectacular lover. Granted, I’d had very limited experience as a woman up to that point, but if my quivering and exhausted, but thoroughly satisfied, body was to be trusted, she was phenomenal. I caught her gazing at me as I surfaced, smiling. I returned the smile as I smoothed my wet hair back.

I reached to pluck the lavender-scented soap from the small table beside the tub.

“I know you have many questions for me,” she said softly, looking directly into my eyes. “Ask away.”

“The moment of truth has arrived,” I thought as I leaned back and closed my eyes.

“I do,” I replied. “The main one being ‘WHY?’”

Dao-ming matched my sigh with one of her own. “As I told you before, my kind do not breed frequently. In fact, we can only have children who are like us with others of our own kind. It is not difficult to know when another of us is around – the hair on the back of your neck will stand up and there’s a slight ringing noise in your ears that only you can hear – but they are exceedingly difficult to spot. Most of us steer clear of each other to avoid any conflicts with others of our kind.

“Our gestation period is also ridiculously long – in my case, almost two years for each child.”

“Two years!” I sputtered, looking at her incredulously.

“Indeed,” she said, flashing me a wry smile. “It becomes….difficult….to explain such a thing to ‘normal’ people. That is one of the reasons we must move almost constantly, never staying longer than a few months to a year in any one place. We do not age; we survive wounds that would be fatal for most humans, provided we don’t suffer any substantial damage to the brain. We can grow old if we choose – although most of us choose not to – but we cannot die of old age. Eventually, the primal instinct to survive present in all people overrides our conscious thought and regresses us back to a younger version of ourselves. I do not know how to explain it better than that.”

“None of that explains the why of it,” I blurted out, trying to wrap my mind around the fact that I’m now, for all intents and purposes, IMMORTAL!!!

“You are correct, but I will reach that point in due time,” she replied. “It is a long story to tell and I’m not used to telling it. Give me some time, and a little trust.”

“I’m sitting naked, as a woman, in a bathtub with you,” I said, not entirely sarcastically. “I’m willing to go on a little faith here.”

She chuckled. “Good. It is difficult for me to order my thoughts properly, but in time you will know everything I can tell you. Some things I need to show you for you to understand.”

“Would those things include how it’s possible for a woman to suddenly and spontaneously sprout an enormous manhood?” I asked pointedly.

“Among other things,” she chuckled, somewhat ruefully. “I do apologize for springing all of this on you. Usually, I take some time to prepare someone for their transformation, but with you, it was entirely an impulsive urge, coupled with the fact that I have the sneaking suspicion I am not much longer for this world.”

She trailed off, her eyes gazing into the distance. Although I knew she was no longer looking at anything in the room, what she was contemplating I could not hazard to guess. I began washing my still somewhat unfamiliar body as best I could, remaining silent until she was ready to speak again.

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Zoey and Stefani teach Mrs. Armstrong how to give naughty massages!

Incestuous Flesh Massage

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter Nine: Teaching Their Mommy-Slut

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

“You are going to be such a good, little masseuse, aren’t you, Mommy-slut,” my girlfriend said, a husky tone in her voice as I pulled my car into the back lot of the Lady Touch Massage Parlor.

“Yes, Daughter,” Mrs. Armstrong said, her voice submissive as she sat in the backseat.

We’d just picked her up from her home. We got to own her during the day. She was our sex slave. Well, technically she was Stefani’s sex slave, but my lover was more than happy to share her mommy-slut with the entire family. We used Mrs. Armstrong, enjoyed her, and then returned her to her husband for the evening. We didn’t want to break up their marriage.

It was hot making her go to church with her husband, to pretend to the world that she was his demure and faithful wife while we made her our whore. The last few weeks had been naughty. It was just such a treat.

It was all my brother’s doing. Clint had manipulated everything, convincing the wimpy Mr. Armstrong that we needed to control his wife and keep her from being a complete whore. The supposed uptight woman was a slave to her lusts.

Now she was a slave to ours.

I stepped out of the car onto the gravel of the back lot and stretched my back. I shuddered, my fingers flexing. My hips wiggled back and forth as I closed the door. My lover sauntered around the vehicle, a wicked grin on her face as her mother climbed out, her auburn hair sweeping around her face. Mrs. Armstrong wore her modest dress like usual. You would never know she was a sex slave. Even the choker she wore didn’t look unusual.

It was a gold plate on a chain that fit snug about her throat and read, “Devoted Mommy.” It was so innocent. I bet the women at church admired it, not knowing it was her slave collar, proof that Stefani owned her.

I unlocked the rear door of the shop. The massage parlor opened in an hour. Lee, Juana, and Carmelita would be along soon, but we were here a little early to teach Mrs. Armstrong. We wanted her to work here.

To give wanton massages.

“What if someone I know comes here,” Mrs. Armstrong said as we slipped inside the parlor.

“Well, then they’ll know you’re a lesbian whore, too,” Stefani said. She smacked her mother on the rump. My lover’s green eyes were bright, her pierced nipples pressing hard against the stretchy, material. Her breasts jiggled. “Isn’t that wonderful?”

“Yes, Daughter,” said Mrs. Armstrong, her cheeks blushing.

I smiled and opened the door. I smacked Mrs. Armstrong’s rump as she passed, her brown skirt molding to her ass for a second. I could feel she didn’t have any underwear underneath. She wasn’t allowed to wear any undergarments.

The moment she was inside, her fingers went to the buttons of her dress. She worked them down, popping the buttons through the eyelets. She bit her lower lip as she exposed more and more of her round breasts. They were the same size as her daughter’s, but softer.

Would Stefani’s grow larger now that she was pregnant, too? We just found out yesterday. Clint had definitely bred her that day we broke Mr. Armstrong and got him to agree to make Mrs. Armstrong our slut.

Mrs. Armstrong stepped out of her dress, folding it up, her naked breasts jiggling. Her cheeks still had that delicious blush. Juices gleamed on her dark-red bush. She wiggled her hips back and forth, her thighs rubbing tight.

“Mmm,” I said, sauntering to the parlor’s employee breakroom, my fingers pulling up the hem of my halter top. I bared my large tits, my brassy hair falling around my shoulders. “We’re going to teach you to be the best masseuse, Mrs. Armstrong. You’re going to be loving all our customers without getting paid.”

“Eating their pussies,” moaned Stefani.

“Licking their assholes,” I groaned.

“Drinking their pee,” said Stefani. “Oh, wait, you only get to drink our pee.”

Mrs. Armstrong let out a low, throaty moan. She hadn’t known about that perversion until Stefani pissed in her mouth two weeks ago, but she’d loved it. The older woman was such a slut. She wanted it all. She craved wicked passion.

I unsnapped the button to my shorts. I thrust them down along with my panties, my pussy freshly shaved by Lee this morning. My naked breasts swayed as I folded up my clothing and slipped them into a cubby. Stefani stripped beside me, her dandelion tattoo coming into view, bright and sunny on her pubic mound. Her pussy lips looked so juicy and engorged, her clit peeking out.

I licked my lips, aching to feast on her.

Her pierced nipples gleamed as she grabbed her masseuse robe. We wore these pastel, silk robes that were often doffed when we were alone with our clients. We had many regulars that came here just to have naughty orgasms, though a few women only wanted to be massaged.

We slipped out and headed to a massage room. I lit an incense stick as my redheaded lover stretched out on her belly on the table, her rump wiggling back and forth. Her toes flexed and curled. Her head vanished into the oval cutout at the top of the massage table, padded to provide comfort for her.

“I’m going to rub all over your body, Daughter,” Mrs. Armstrong purred as she pulled out the massage oil. “I’m going to relax you.”

“Good,” she said. “I’m super preggers. I need it.”

“You’re not super preggers,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re not even showing. I’m not even super preggers.” I was starting to have morning sickness. It wasn’t bad, just some nausea in the morning that some saltine crackers helped settle.

“I’m super preggers, Yunie!” my lover said, her rump clenching. “I need to be pampered.”

“Of course, Daughter,” Mrs. Armstrong said, spreading the massage oil.

“Okay,” I said, moving around the other side of the bed, my large breasts swaying. “I want you to really work those fingers into her muscles. Don’t be timid. You’re not going to hurt her. And pay attention to what you’re touching. You can feel where there are knots in the muscles.”

Mrs. Armstrong nodded. The married sex slave pressed her hands into her daughter’s back. She massaged the flesh, working her digits into them. Stefani moaned in delight. I watched the MILF work, my pussy itching as she stroked her daughter’s flesh.

Mrs. Armstrong’s green eyes had a glossy passion in them as she massaged her way across Stefani’s back, my lover groaning and cooing the entire way. My pussy dripped juices. It was so hot watching the mother pleasure her daughter.

Massages were such intimate acts. The rubbing of a person’s exposed flesh formed a naughty connection. I bit my lip, my fingers itching to rub my cunt as Mrs. Armstrong went lower and lower, working in circles. I gave small corrections from time to time, having her put more pressure here, to work a little more vigorous there.

“Listen to Stefani’s breathing, to the sounds she makes,” I said, my nipples throbbing. “You can tell if she likes it or hates it. Moderate your actions. Adjust yourself. If she coos, work there more. Relax her.”

“Yes, yes, relax me,” moaned Stefani, her voice already a little drowsy. “Mmm, that’s good, Mommy-slut.”

“I’m glad, Daughter,” panted the MILF.

She slid lower and squeezed her daughter’s rump. I smiled, watching the MILF massaging my girlfriend’s rump. The MILF licked her lips, her fingers digging into those juicy butt-cheeks. Stefani’s asshole flashed and winked as her asscheeks parted. Her pussy gleamed between her thighs, her juices dripping out of her.

The smell of her tangy musk, a similar flavor to her mother’s twat, wreathed the air. I breathed it in, my heart pounding. My tongue flicked across my lips as the MILF’s fingers dipped into her daughter’s butt-crack. Digits stroked down the crevasse. She caressed her daughter’s asshole, rubbing it.

Mrs. Armstrong bit her lower lip while Stefani moaned in delight.

“Just slide into her asshole,” I said. “You hear her. She loves it. You have to know your client and what she wants.”

“Yes, Zoey,” Mrs. Armstrong groaned. She pressed a finger into her daughter’s asshole. I watched that anal ring swallow the digit.

Stefani whimpered as her mother’s finger went deeper and deeper. My lover’s rump clenched, butt-cheeks squeezing about her mother’s digit. Mrs. Armstrong pumped her finger in and out of her daughter’s asshole, teasing her, making her coo.

“You have another hand,” I said, “so keep massaging her. Caress her legs, her rump, even her pussy.”

“Yes, Zoey,” the MILF moaned. She shuddered, her wedding ring flashing on her left hand as she massaged down my girlfriend’s thigh, leaving gleaming, oil-coated skin behind.

My pussy clenched. My cunt was on fire, wanting to touch myself. I bit my lip. My hips wiggled back and forth. Juices dripped down my thighs. This heat burned through me. My breasts jiggled and shook, swaying before me. My nipples ached.

I pinched them.

Pleasure shot down to my cunt. I moaned while Stefani whimpered. She squirmed as her mother fingered her asshole. Mrs. Armstrong plundered her daughter’s asshole, the MILF’s left hand sweeping back up her daughter’s thigh to brush Stefani’s plump vulva.

“Mommy-slut!” gasped Stefani as her mother massaged her hot flesh.

I loved it. Mrs. Armstrong rubbed her fingers up and down her daughter’s slit, caressing her, massaging her twat. I licked my lips in delight, loving the sounds my lover made. Pussy juices ran down my thighs. My fingers twisted my nubs. Electricity shot down to my cunt.

“That’s it,” I groaned. “Mmm, listen to your daughter. You’re getting her all nice and juicy. You’re pleasing her. Getting her excited.”

“I am,” the MILF moaned. “Mmm, she loves it.”

“Yes, she does,” I said, licking my lips. “So what are you going to do now? You can hear her passion. What does she want?”

“To cum,” Mrs. Armstrong moaned. “My Daughter needs to cum.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Stefani gasped.

“Then let’s roll her over and start ‘massaging’ her front.” I licked my lips, eager to start.

The MILF pulled her fingers from her daughter’s pussy and out of her asshole. Then Stefani flipped her over onto her back, her round breasts bouncing. Her nipple rings flashed. Her nubs were pink and delicious. She rubbed her thighs together, her clit throbbing.

“Start with her breasts,” I moaned. “Just massage those tits. Keep her on edge. Make her feel amazing.”

“Yes!” Stefani moaned, her voice feverish.

Mrs. Armstrong’s hands seized her daughter’s breasts, the diamond wedding ring flashing. She promised to be faithful, but she was our naughty sex slave. It was so hot. I reveled in it, my thighs rubbing together. My clit throbbed and ached. My juices leaked down my thighs.

The MILF squeezed her daughter’s tits. She massaged them, working her fingers into those lush tits. Stefani moaned as her mother’s digits climbed up to her pierced nipples. Oiled fingers massaged those beautiful boobs.

“Oh, that’s it,” groaned Stefani. “Oh, Yunie, she’s getting good at this. She’s such a titty slut.”

“I am, Daughter,” Mrs. Armstrong groaned. “You’re breasts are just gorgeous.”

She ducked down and sucked on a pierced nipple. Stefani gasped. Her body trembled, gleaming thighs rubbing together. The massage table creaked as she moaned. I twisted my nipples as I watched the sight, my tongue licking at my lips.

The tangy scent of hot pussy filled my nose, mother and daughter mixing together. A hint of my own tart passion seasoned that delight. My hips wiggled back and forth. My tongue licked across my lips. My toes curled.

Mrs. Armstrong nursed on her daughter’s nub. Stefani gasped and shuddered. The MILF massaged both boobs as she loved her daughter’s nipple. The MILF’s lips sealed tight. Stefani’s face contorted. Her head tossed back and forth.

“That’s it,” I moaned. “Massage those titties. You’re getting your client’s pussy so wet. I can smell her.”

“Yes, yes!” moaned Stefani. “Yunie, my preggers pussy is on fire. I’m so ready for my orgasm. Ooh, this is incredible. You’re doing such a good job, Mommy-slut.”

Mrs. Armstrong moaned as she sucked on her daughter’s nipple.

I wiggled my hips back and forth. I twisted and tweaked my nipples. I pulled on them. My pussy was on fire. This was so hot. Mrs. Armstrong would be our lezzie slave. We would make her please so many women. She would eat all these pussies for us.

She would make us so much money.

“Oh, god,” I moaned, releasing my nipples. “Let’s get down to massage her pussy. Let’s drive her wild.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Stefani. “Massage my cunt! I’m on fire!”

Mrs. Armstrong popped her mouth off her daughter’s nipple. She groaned and then slid her oiled hand down her daughter’s stomach. She reached Stefani’s shaved pubic mound. The MILF thrust her daughter’s legs apart, Stefani’s pussy lips spreading open. Mrs. Armstrong licked her lips as she moved to mount the table.

I smiled in delight as Mrs. Armstrong settled between her daughter’s thighs. I joined her. I mounted the table beside her, my body pressing against the MILF. She glanced at me, her green eyes burning with lust for her daughter.

“You joining the fun, Yunie?” Stefani asked, arching an eyebrow.

I winked at her. “Just showing your mother how to massage a pussy with her tongue.”

“I think she knows how to do that.” Stefani shuddered, her hands sliding up to squeeze her oiled tits. “Mmm, I think someone just wants to eat super pregger pussy.”

“Why not?” I asked. “You love eating mine.”

Stefani laughed, a rich and wicked sound. “I do! Ooh, show my Mommy-slut how to eat my cunt.”

Our heads moved down together, our cheeks rubbed together. The heat from her pussy brushed my face right before we nuzzled into her pussy. The MILF and I nuzzled into Stefani’s hot flesh. Our tongues flicked out together.

I loved it. Feasting on my girlfriend’s pussy with her mother at my side.

Tangy juices coated my tongue. That wonderful flavor had my taste buds melting. I stared up at her as our tongues darted up her flesh. I fluttered my tongue through her folds. I teased her. Pleasured her. She gasped and moaned, shuddering on the bed. Her legs flexed.

It was so exciting to enjoy. Our tongues brushed as we pleasured Stefani. I caressed Mrs. Armstrong’s tongue amid her daughter’s flesh. We made her gasp and shudder. Her back arched, her tits jiggling.

I sucked on my lover’s clit while her mother thrust her tongue deep into her twat. We teased her, making her shudder on the bed. Her fingers tugged on her nipple piercings as we pleasured her. We caressed her juicy labia.

“Oh, my god, you’re both eating my preggers pussy!” she moaned. “Oh, Mommy-slut, I’m carrying your grandchild! Ooh, yes, yes! You love it! You love eating my bred cunt, don’t you?”

“I do, Daughter!” groaned Mrs. Armstrong. She latched onto her daughter’s clit. Her cheeks hollowed.

I licked down to Stefani’s pussy’s entrance. I darted into my lover’s cunt. I swirled around inside of her. I caressed her, stimulated her. I enjoyed the delight of feasting on her. I thrust my tongue into her depths. I fucked my tongue in and out of her cunt.

I darted around inside of her. I loved her. I made her moan. I made her gasp. I swirled my tongue around inside of her twat. Her tangy passion soaked my tongue. Coated my lips. She gasped louder and louder. My cunt clenched, juices spilling down my thighs.

“Oh, my god, you two are driving me wild!” gasped Stefani. “Oh, Mommy, eat my bred pussy! Ooh, yes, yes! I’m going to explode. Ooh, do it! Make me cum!”

“Yes, yes, cum!” I moaned. I thrust my tongue into her depths.

Stefani bucked. The massage table groaned. Her breasts jiggled and swayed. Her pussy clenched around my tongue. She moaned and gasped. Her passion echoed through the room. Her face twisted. Then she cried out in ecstasy.

Tangy juices gushed out of her. They bathed my mouth. Her mother’s mouth. Mrs. Armstrong and I licked and lapped at Stefani’s yummy twat. Our tongues fluttered through her cunt as she bucked. My pussy clenched. I was loving it. She was cumming so hard.

“Oh, my fucking god!” moaned Stefani. “Oh, yes, yes! Yunie! Mommy-slut! Oh, you love my pregger pussy!”

“Uh-huh!” I moaned between licks.

Our tongues lapped at Stefani’s cunt. The massage table groaned as she trembled. She bucked through her orgasm. My pussy was on fire. My cunt burned. I had to get off, too. I needed to cum. My pregnant pussy needed to be pleased.

Juices spilled down my thighs as I licked at Stefani’s cunt with her mother. Mrs. Armstrong moaned as she devoured her daughter’s cumming twat. I lifted my face, juices dripping down my chin. My large tits swayed as I let the MILF feast.

“Ooh, I need to be massaged next, Dandi,” I said. “Pussy massage.”

“Have to give my mother more practice,” whimpered Stefani. “Right, Mommy-slut?”

“Yes, Daughter,” moaned Mrs. Armstrong. “I have to be ready to please your customers. I’ll be such a good masseuse. I’ll eat all their pussies and lick their assholes.”

Stefani grinned at me. “Oh, she’s going to be perfect.”

“Yep,” I said, my body trembling. “Oh, damn, I am just on fire. Let’s switch places.”

“But she’s going to make me cum again,” Stefani moaned. “I’m pregnant. I need all the orgasms I can get.”

“Then you can sit on my face while your mother eats me out,” I told her, licking my lips. “I’ll give you all the cums you need.”

“You are the fucking best,” she moaned. Then she gasped. “Oh, damn, Mommy-slut!”

“Did she suck on your clit?” I asked.

She nodded her head, her eyes squeezing shut. “Oh, Mommy-slut, you have to stop. You have to practice on my Yunie. My sexy unicorn needs to have her pussy licked.”

I smiled at Stefani and leaned over the table. I kissed my lover, my heavy breasts pressing into her tits. She tasted her pussy juices on my lips. Her tongue thrust into my mouth as her mother kept feasting on her. I could hear the naughty licking and feel my lover trembling and twitching.

I broke the kiss. “Now get your greedy butt off the table so I can have some fun.”

“Ooh, greedy butt!” she moaned. “I should make you lick my asshole. It needs loving, too.”

“Maybe you should.” I kissed her again then broke away. “Now get moving, or I’ll have Clint spank your naughty ass.”

“He wouldn’t,” Stefani said. Then she giggled. “No, he would. But you wouldn’t do that to me. I’m delicate because of my preggers condition.”

“You’re two weeks pregnant,” I said. “I think you can handle getting spanked.”

“Nope. Delicate.” She rubbed her belly, my brother’s child growing inside of her.

My hands rested on my own stomach.

Mrs. Armstrong lifted her cream-stained face, her green eyes looking dazed, a happy smile spreading wide. She beamed at me, her hands sliding up to grip her round tits. She licked her lips as Stefani wiggled off the table.

“Mmm, going to show me everything you learned?” I asked as Stefani slipped off the table. “Huh, Mrs. Armstrong. Going to be that married slut we all know you are?”

“Yes!” she moaned. “I’m going to feast on you. I’m going to devour you. I’m going to massage you with my tongue. My fingers.”

“Mmm, don’t forget to massage her asshole,” said Stefani. “My unicorn likes it up the butt. It’s why it took her so long to get knocked up by her brother.”

“Oh, yes, nothing like a hard cock fucking my asshole.” I grinned at Mrs. Armstrong. “You love my brother’s cock up your ass, don’t you?”

“Oh, I do,” she moaned. “He’s so big and powerful. Nothing like my husband. If I married a man like him, why, I never would have thought of eating pussy.”

Stefani laughed. “You are such a cunt, Mommy-slut. I am going to love owning you. Ooh, I’m going to treat you like the fucking whore you are for the rest of your life.”

Mrs. Armstrong had this happy look on her face. She didn’t have to pretend to be an uptight Christian. She didn’t have to hide who she truly was around us. She had found freedom in being our sex slave.

It was so fucking hot.

My cunt grew hotter as I sank down onto the massage table. My hips wiggled from side to side to get comfortable as I slid into place. Juices dribbled out of me and ran down to my asshole. I felt the MILF’s eyes on my cunt, staring at me with hunger.

“Get to massaging my unicorn!” moaned Stefani.

“Yes, Daughter!” groaned the married MILF.

Her hand grabbed my thigh, her wedding ring flashing. She leaned down, her red hair spilling around her hungry face. Then she pressed her face into my cunt. I gasped as the married MILF licked my twat. My lover’s mother ate me. Her tongue darted through my folds. She stimulated me. Pleasure rippled through me.

Her tongue darted up to my clit. I groaned as she brushed my bud. My body trembled. My toes curled. My breasts jiggled as I trembled. She fluttered her tongue through me. This was incredible to enjoy.

It was just such a wonderful treat. I moaned as her hands slid up my thighs, caressing me as her tongue darted around my clit and fluttered back to my folds. She caressed me, licking up all the juices flooding out of me.

Then she thrust her tongue into my depths. Her tongue fluttered through me, massaging me. My breasts jiggled. This amazing rapture shot through me. My back arched. I gasped and moaned, savoring every bit of this.

“Your mom is a pussy eating fiend!” I moaned.

“I know,” she said and smacked her mother’s ass. “Make her cum! Ooh, I love it!”

“Yes, Daughter!” the married MILF moaned into my cunt. Her tongue fluttered through my folds, teasing me, driving me wild.

Then my girlfriend sauntered to the head of the table, her pierced nipples flashing atop her swaying tits. She had such a wicked grin on her face. I licked my lips, eager to feast on her pussy and asshole. To make her cum again while I experienced the delight of her mother’s tongue feasting on my cunt.

Stefani mounted the table. She threw a leg over me. That juicy pussy gleamed over my head. I grabbed her hips, a greedy hunger seizing me to eat more of her pregnant pussy. We were bred together. We would have our children only weeks apart. They would grow up so close.

We would be the best mothers. Not like that cunt eating my pussy. We would love our sons or daughters. We would nurture them, accept them, and love them.

I pulled Stefani down. Her pussy planted right on my lips. That tangy passion flooded my mouth before my tongue could even dart out. I licked through her twat the way her mother ran her tongue through mine.

“Mmm, yes,” groaned Stefani, shifting around, grinding her twat on my face. “Mmm, yes, yes, my unicorn is hungry.”

“My dandelion is pregnant,” I moaned, my hands clenching into her thighs. “I have to feast on her.”

As my tongue ran across her folds, I groaned as Mrs. Armstrong’s tongue darted through my labia. This wicked delight surged over me. I shuddered, squirming on the floor. I moaned into Stefani’s cunt, enjoying her mother’s lapping hunger.

The MILF gave me such a teasing treat.

I whimpered and shuddered, squirming back and forth as the heat rippled through my cunt. The MILF’s hands shoved beneath my rump. She gripped me. I groaned, loving the feel of her hands gripping my asscheeks. She massaged me as she thrust her tongue deep inside of me.

The door opened.

“Found them!” Lee called. “Ooh, they’re being naughty, Master.”

I shuddered. Master… My brother was here.

“Yes, they are,” Clint said. “Good job. You can have an orgasm.”

“Thank you, Master!” Lee moaned, her voice getting throaty. “Could you… turn the vibrator to max and… Master!”

I didn’t hear it buzzing, but I knew Lee had one of her favorite remote control vibrators churning away in her. She gasped and moaned as Clint’s footsteps moved through the room. I was surprised he was here.

“Don’t you have class?” Stefani moaned. Then she gasped. “Yunie, ooh, yes, yes, jab that tongue into me.”

“I have a late morning,” Clint said. “Thought I’d stop in and check on your slave’s progress.”

“Ooh, she’s being such a good Mommy-slut.” Stefani wiggled her hips from side to side. Then she leaned back, her pussy sliding across my lips followed by her taint. Then her asshole pressed wrinkled and sour on my mouth. “Just eager to please. She hasn’t had an orgasm all weak, right?”

“Of course not!” moaned Mrs. Armstrong. “I’ve been good. I won’t even let your father touch me. He’s just masturbated to my naked flesh.”

“Good!” moaned Stefani. “That’s what I want to hear and… Ooh, Clint, yes, yes, feel free to use my slutty mommy. She was just telling me how much she loves your cock.”

I shuddered as I pictured Clint unveiling his dick. My brother had such a beautiful cock. Every female member of the family—well, not his daughters so far since they were just toddlers or infants—loved his dick.

As I licked my girlfriend’s asshole, I heard clothing rustling. I shuddered as Mrs. Armstrong jammed her tongue deep into my pussy’s depths while her fingers massaged my rump. She squeezed my rear hard, gripping me as I feasted on my girlfriend’s sour sphincter.

“Fuck my slutty mother’s cunt!” Stefani moaned, grinding her asshole on my lips. “Ooh, you have to breed another Armstrong woman.”

“Yes!” I moaned. “Breed Stefani’s Mommy-slut!”

“Master can’t pass that up,” groaned Lee from the corner, her voice throaty with delight.

My half-sister sounded like she was in heaven. I wanted to join her.

Mrs. Armstrong’s fingers crept into my butt-crack. As I rimmed her daughter’s asshole, she quested for mine. I groaned into Stefani’s sphincter at the wicked touch at my backdoor. The MILF’s fingers danced around my puckered opening the same way my tongue danced around Stefani’s.

The table rocked as Clint mounted it. We had sturdy massage tables just for this sort of fun. Mrs. Armstrong moaned into my cunt, her tongue wiggling through my depths. I knew why. Clint had his dick against her pussy.

She rocked forward and moaned. Flesh slapped flesh.

My brother fucked the married slave’s cunt.

“Yes!” Stefani hissed. “Fuck my Mommy-slut’s cunt and breed her, Clint!” Stefani wiggled atop me, rubbing her asshole into my mouth.

I sucked on her anal ring while the pleasure flooding through my flesh from my pussy. It was so hot hearing my brother fucking the MILF. He pounded her, slamming into her cunt while she feasted on me. Her finger jammed into my asshole, the velvety delight surging through me.

My tongue probed against Stefani’s sphincter. I wiggled it inside as Clint’s cock plundered over and over into Mrs. Armstrong’s pussy. He grunted and groaned, fucking her hard. I shuddered, my tongue wiggling past Stefani’s asshole.

I popped into her sour bowels.

“Oh, Yunie!” groaned Stefani. Her bowels clenched on my tongue. Her pussy juices leaked down from her folds to my lips, mixing with the sour flavor of her asshole. The tangy flavor enhanced my excitement.

Mrs. Armstrong’s finger plundered in and out of my bowels, teasing me while her tongue fluttered over my folds. She licked and lapped at me, moaning as Clint plowed into her. She rocked forward with his every thrust, pressing her lips tighter into my twat for one wonderful moment.

Her tongue fluttered against my clit. Then she sucked on it. I gasped into my lover’s asshole. My tongue twitched around inside of her. I fluttered in fast circles, teasing her. Her moans echoed through the room as her bowels clenched about my tongue.

It was such a wonderful delight to fuck my tongue in and out of her asshole. Her tangy juices kept dribbling down, pooling on my chin. She squirmed from side to side, her moans growing louder and louder.

My right hand gripping her thigh slid up her flesh, coming closer and closer to something naughty.

“Oh, Clint, fuck my Mommy-slut!” hissed Stefani, her bowels clenching around my tongue. “Ooh, I want you flooding her cunt with your jizz. Just flood her. Leave her dripping. That will be so hot.”

“So fucking hot!” I moaned in delight, my body buzzing. I fucked my tongue deep into Stefani’s cunt as my hand came closer to her twat.

She grabbed it and shoved it up to her pussy. She pressed my fingers into her cunt as she moaned, “Ooh, Yunie, yes!”

Her fingers pressed two of mine into her cunt. I shuddered, licking her asshole while her juicy twat sank around my digits. She shuddered atop me, squirming. I groaned, my tongue darting around inside her asshole, teasing her as the pleasure flooded out of me and into her mother’s hungry mouth.

It was such a wonderful, wanton delight to enjoy. This wicked heat that had my heart beating in my chest. I groaned in delight, my head tossing back and forth as the heat swept through me. I licked my girlfriend’s asshole as her mother fingered my bowels. Mrs. Armstrong’s tongue plundered my cunt. The pleasure swelling and swelling inside of me.

My cunt clenched around the MILF’s tongue. My toes curled.

Clint slammed hard and fast into the MILF. She moaned into my cunt. Licking me. Lapping at my juices. I moaned into Stefani’s twat. I thrust my fingers into her pussy’s depths. Her juices soaked me while my tongue swirled around in her sour bowels.

“Damn,” Clint groaned. “Your cunt’s just hungry for my cum.”

“It is!” moaned the MILF. “May I cum, Daughter? I haven’t cum in a week. I need it. I’m so horny! I even want my husband to fuck me with his little cock. I just need it!”

“Once you milk out every drop of Clint’s cum,” my lover moaned, her pregnant pussy squeezing around my fingers. “Then you can cum!”

“Yes!” the MILF moaned.

“Goddamn, her pussy just got tighter,” groaned Clint. “She wants my jizz bad. Your mother’s a fucking slut. A married whore who can’t control herself.”

“She can’t!” moaned Stefani. “Right, Mommy-slut?”

“I need my sexy Daughter to control my whorish lusts!” whimpered the MILF. Then she sucked on my clit.

I gasped as my cunt exploded. Rapture burst through me. My body bucked on the massage table. The stars burst across my vision. Juices gushed out of me as the waves of ecstasy washed through my body.

I thrust my tongue deep into my lover’s bowels and my fingers buried to the hilt in her juicy cunt. The pleasure rippled through me. The MILF sucked and nursed on my clit. Sparks burst through me as the rapture swept out of my pregnant pussy.

“Ooh, my unicorn is coming!” Stefani moaned, bucking atop me. Her pussy squeezed on my fingers. “Oh, damn, yes! You did good, Mommy-slut. Now make her brother cum. Do it!”

“Yes, Daughter!” Mrs. Armstrong moaned, her voice sounding feverish with need.

I fucked my fingers in and out of Stefani’s cunt. My tongue swirled around in her asshole as the pleasure melted through my mind. Mrs. Armstrong’s finger probing into my bowels kept me cumming. She stirred it around inside my anal sheath as she lapped up my cream.

The massage table creaked and groaned. Clint fucked the MILF with hard strokes. He buried into her again and again. He fucked her with all his passion. I could hear the strength of his flesh impacting hers.

It was incredible to hear.

It had me feeling dizzy. This incredible rush of passion that surged through my body. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. Mrs. Armstrong sucked on my clit again. She moaned with frustration. I could hear her fighting off her orgasm as my brother fucked her with hard, passionate strokes.

“Cum in her!” hissed Stefani, her pussy molten around my fingers. “Do it!”

“Yes!” my brother growled. “I fucking will. I’m going to make that wimpy husband tell the world my child’s his. He’s going to know every day that his wife would rather have my cock in her cunt than his!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” howled Stefani.

Her pussy convulsed around my fingers. Hot juices gushed out around my digits and flooded down her taint to my tongue plundering her sour asshole. That tangy treat seasoned the naughty flavors. My body bucked.

I came even harder.

I rimmed my girlfriend’s asshole, dizzy with the strength of my orgasm. The waves swept through me. They drowned my mind with passion. My asshole convulsed hard around Mrs. Armstrong’s fingers. She moaned around my clit as Clint slammed into with his passion.

“Fuck!” Clint groaned. “Take it, whore! When you see your husband, you tell him that I bred you! That he’s going to raise my child! That he’ll never fuck your cunt until your nice and pregnant!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Stefani howled.

“I will!” Mrs. Armstrong moaned. “Daughter, I can cum now, right? His jizz is firing in me!”

“Cum!” my girlfriend howled, her pussy convulsing so hard around my plunging fingers.

We were all moaning, the massage table swaying. I shuddered, the pleasure rippling through the room. It was so incredible. I trembled through my bliss, hearing my brother grunt as he bred my lover’s married mother.

Even Lee was gasping in the background. My half-sister sharing in this rapturous moment.

I loved it. I loved my family.

My orgasm peaked. The bliss died into buzzing delight. I groaned as Stefani slipped off of me. My lover staggered, grabbing the counter to keep from falling over. Her red hair fell about her flushed face. She whimpered, biting her lower lip.

“Oh, my god, yes, you’re going to be an excellent masseuse,” moaned Stefani. “You’re going to shadow me all day. Watch me please the clients. Learn every wicked trick.”

“Yes, Daughter,” mewled the MILF, her wedding ring glinting on her fingers as she lifted her head, her choker shiny about her neck.

She groaned as Clint pulled out of her. He marched over to Lee, grabbed her black hair, and thrust his dick into her mouth. He didn’t ask. Didn’t order. He just took her. Used her. My half-sister sucked with such joy bursting across her face.

She loved being used.

“Oh, damn, I could just lie here all day,” I moaned.

“You have customers to please,” said Stefani. “We got to make this popular. Babies are expensive.”

“Well, we can use Christie and Hikaru’s cribs,” said Clint as Lee sucked on his dick. Those were his eldest daughters. They were both three, little terrors that ran through the house. “And we should have baby clothes that could fit them. Clinton has outgrown his.”

Clinton was his son with our mother. He was both my half-brother and my nephew. Our family was… interesting. At two-and-a-half, Clinton was the next oldest, followed closely by Lee’s daughter Amber then Alicia’s twins, Aaron and Cassandra. Aunt Vicky had yet to conceive, she was having fertility issues, and Clint had held off breeding Mrs. Hiragawa. Of occurs, that didn’t count his other children with Juana, Carmelita, and the Mihara family. Twin Japanese daughters and their mother whom Clint had bred.

“I guess we have to be responsible,” I said, rolling off the table. “Our family is growing and growing.”

Clint grinned, nodding his head. “Yeah, I better get this law degree finished at some time.”

“Uh-huh,” I said. “You have to make bigamy and incest legal. You have a lot of women who want to marry you.”

“I’ve kept in touch with Senator Reenburg,” Clint said. “And his wife is helping me draft some things. I’m going to have a summer internship at her law office next year.”

“Good,” I said. I stretched again. “Shame there’s not time for me and you to have some fun, but I don’t think the clients would like me dripping with cum.”

Clint laughed and shook his head. “Probably not.” Then he groaned. “Damn, Lee, that’s it. You’re doing good.”

I left my brother to enjoy his blowjob. I had to help get the massage parlor set up. We opened in fifteen minutes. I hummed, so glad I had my life. It was incredible, and it would only get better once my child arrived.

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I clutched my pregnant belly as I stood in the bathroom. My belly was so swollen. I was only days away from my due date, my son feisty and active. He was going to be a powerful man like his father. I just knew it.

Stefani stood beside me, her arm sliding around my waist. Her breasts, swollen with her milk jiggled while her round belly nudged mine. She had a glow about her as she carried my brother’s daughter.

“Mmm, hurry up,” I moaned. “I got to pee.”

“You always have to pee,” Stefani purred and then leaned in to kiss me.

Mrs. Armstrong, her own belly swollen with my brother’s daughter, crawled up to me. She was eight months along. I don’t know if Clint bred her that morning in the massage room or not, but it was close to that day.

She nuzzled her face into my pussy. I shuddered and then groaned as I relaxed my bladder. My piss flowed. I groaned into the kiss with Stefani. Our lips worked together, tongues dueling as the urine streamed out of me.

A wonderful, delicious tingle raced through me. I let out such a throaty groan, feeling almost dizzy from the sensation. My toes curled against the bathroom floor. Mrs. Armstrong moaned as she sucked out my piss.

My flow didn’t last long. I pissed so much that my bladder just never got really full. Pity.

Stefani broke the kiss as her mother smacked her lips. “Now me, Mommy-slut!”

“Yes, Daughter,” purred the pregnant slave.

She crawled sideways, her large tits, heavy with her milk coming in, bounced and jiggled. I smiled, rubbing my belly as the slave nuzzled her face into her daughter’s pregnant cunt. Stefani threw back her head, her face scrunching up.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned as her piss streamed into her mother’s mouth. “Ooh, that’s good. You wicked whore. Drink it all. Oh, my god. I love it!”

My pussy grew juicy. I smiled, enjoying the passion crossing my lover’s face. She whimpered and then she let out a groan as her piss, too, ended far too fast. She panted, tits rising and falling as her mother pulled her mouth away.

“That was delicious, Daughter,” Mrs. Armstrong moaned.

I opened my mouth to say something when the doorbell rang.

I sighed. The day was done.

Stefani and I waddled down the stairs with the MILF trailing after us. It was so awkward being so front heavy, but worth it. I hoped my son would enjoy his two half-sisters. I had such dreams that he would love Stefani’s daughter and turn Mrs. Armstrong’s into their piss-drinking slave. It would be so wild.

At the base of the stairs, Mrs. Armstrong grabbed her blue maternity dress. She pulled it over her naked body, her head popping out, her auburn hair falling in lustrous waves. Her choker gleamed bright around her neck, proof of who she really belonged to as opposed to that wedding ring on her finger.

She opened the door. Mr. Armstrong stood there. Stefani smiled. She took her mother’s hand, holding her tight, as they went through their ritual. “Now, I don’t want you letting Daddy touch your pussy at all. No asshole either. If he needs to get off, you can give him one handjob but only if you feel he begs enough.”

“Yes, Daughter,” she said. You never knew what Stefani would allow her slave to enjoy. Sometimes she’d let her father even fuck her mother’s pregnant pussy, but often it was handjobs and blowjobs if he was lucky.

Other times, he just had to masturbate.

“Now you take care of yourself,” said Stefani. “Rub that lotion into your belly. I want to limit stretch marks. I want you to be a hot grandmother when my daughter’s born.”

“Yes, Daughter.”

Stefani nodded then handed her mother off to her father. “Night, Daddy.”

“Night, honey,” he said and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. Then he led our Mommy-slave off.

Stefani closed the door and grinned. “He’s so hard. He’s going to want more than a single handjob, and he won’t get it.”

“You’re such a bad daughter,” I said, pulling her to me. Our pregnant bellies came together. “Making your father raise Clint’s daughter while lying to the world and claiming the child as his own.”

“I know,” she purred. “Mmm, your brother really knows how to do revenge properly. They both love it.”

I smiled and leaned in, kissing my lover on the mouth while my son squirmed inside of me. Soon, Zane would be born. Then would come his half-sister Daisy followed by his half-sister Judi. I hoped he would have fun with them both.

The END

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