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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    “Is everything OK Michael?” I asked calmly.

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

    “On what?” Mr. Thompson.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    “Sit down Miss Richards.” He commanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    I could hardly breath, let alone speak.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    “How many times?” He asked smugly.

    I continued to shake my head not looking at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    As they say, Carma is a bitch.

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

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

    “Working late, Lizzy?” Taisha Smiled devilishly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    I looked at the floor yet again, nodding slowly.

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

    “No… Why… Please, Taisha.” I pleaded.

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

    I slowly lowered to the floor shaking.

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

    I nodded.

    “Go ahead boot licker, start licking.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    I nodded holding Taisha’s boot.

    “Say it, Lizzy.”

    “I’m your boot licker, Ms. Smith.”

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

    “Yes, Ms. Smith.”

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

    “Yes, Ms. Smith.”

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

    “Yes Ms. Smith,” I replied compliantly.

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

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

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

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

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

    “Yes, Ms. Smith,” I conceded.

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

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

    “How many?”

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

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

    I grabbed my things and rushed out.

    Taisha cleared her throat. “Manners, Lizzy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    “That would be great, Lizzy! A little cream, and extra sweet,” replied Taisha, with a half-smile.

    Several teachers looked shocked, knowing I hated being called Lizzy. I dutifully got it for her.

    “Here you go, Ms. Smith,” I said handing her a cup. “Would you like some, Principal Turner?”

    “Thanks for asking, Ms. Richards, but I’m good. You two are coming to the fund raiser tomorrow evening, aren’t you?”

    I respond quickly. “Of course, Principal Turner. Thanks again for letting me be part of this. This will mean so much to the school system when the bill passes.”

    “Well said, Lizzy. We’re behind you, one hundred percent; whatever you need,” Taisha added.

    When Principal turner walked away Taisha turned back to me.

    “Thanks for the instructional video. I found it very enlightening. I look forward to putting some of those ideas into practice, soon,” Taisha said in a loud voice.

    I blushed and felt my pussy flush with heat. Sharing a secret with Taisha and flaunting it in front of the oblivious crowd excited me. Taisha knew how to manipulate me perfectly.

    Senior class English teacher, Mr. Laurence, overheard and engaged in the conversation.

    “Good afternoon, ladies. What type of instructional video did you share? I’m always up for new ideas for the classroom…”

    “Yes, it was really enlightening. But a man of your experience has probably already got it pegged,” Taisha replied, with a mischievous grin.

    I became nervous, wondering if Taisha was playing with me. The sudden realization of that video potentially getting out was a gut punch.

    “I would appreciate you sharing it with me, Ms. Richards. It never hurts to explore new ideas, or even get a refresher of old techniques,” said Mr. Laurence, obliviously.

    “I like your open-mindedness, Mr. Laurence,” said Taisha cheerfully. “Lizzy, sounds like he would enjoy watching it as much as I did. Maybe the three of us could get together afterward and discuss putting your ideas into practice. Do you want to send it to him, or should I?”

    “I’ll do it, thank you though, Ms. Smith. I’ll send it tonight when I get home. Well, I better prepare for my next class. I’ll see you two later.” I walked away, trying to walk back from the edge of career oblivion.

    “Thanks, Lizzy,” said Mr. Laurence.

    I turned red with anger and embarrassment. Now Taisha had others using that name I hated so much. I returned to the office and began to search for instructional videos of new teaching techniques.

    Eventually, I found something I thought would satisfy Mr. Laurence’s curiosity with a video on project-based learning. I sent it off in an email and copied Taisha.

    When I saw her response, I thought it was all over.

    “I can attest that project-based learning is quite affective. Project Cunt Licker has been an arousing success.”

    But I quickly saw she had replied only to me. I deleted it and did not respond.

    The next night was the fund raiser dinner.

    Principal Turner was dressed in a simple but elegant, red dress. It was a short-sleeved V neck dress that showed a tasteful hint of cleavage. Her light brown hair hung down, covering her partially exposed back. Her dress was cut to mid-back, but her naturally curled locks hung an inch lower.

    Taisha was stunning in a strapless royal blue jump suit. She was vibrant, sexy, and her braided hair seemed to highlight her beautifully round face. I made a conscious effort not to stare or even try to look in her direction, for fear everyone in the room would know exactly what I was thinking.

    I wore a church-girl pink, shin length, button-front dress with ruffled sleeves and a subtle V neck. Unfortunately my thoughts were far from church-girl seeing Taisha’s ass in that jump suit. I couldn’t help but feel a rush every time she glanced at me. There was something exhilarating about being her secret cunt licking slut.

    I made the rounds, making sure to talk to all the important people in the room and letting them know I would do whatever it took to help get the license plate fee bill for education to pass. It was Principal Turners baby, and I would do all I could.

    As I talked with Principal Turner, I noticed Taisha looking our way and seemed frustrated. She quickly looked away and went off to talk to Mr. Laurence. I hoped not about Project Cunt Licker.

    I lost sight of her and about an hour later she walked up behind me. “Your place twenty minutes, keep on the Barbie dress and have your new toy ready Lizzy. Her hand brushed my shoulder as she walked away, and my pussy flushed with heat.

    I immediately collected my purse, said my goodbyes, and headed home. I felt like a teenager getting ready for a first date, except for the fact I was preparing a strapless dildo for my date to fuck me with. I placed it on the dining room table that seemed to be our designate spot.

    I was grateful my wait was a short ten minutes. None the less, my pussy was wet for her when she arrived. I greeted her at the door before she knocked. “Hello Lizzy. Eager to please, I see.” Her smile was like a drug to me.

    “Yes, my Goddess thanks for coming.” I said and closed the door behind her.

    “It’s been a frustrating night Lizzy, and I need a release. I must say, after your video, I see the appeal of your new toy.” She spotted it on the table and walked that way. “I’ll need you to undress me and wet my pussy Lizzy.” She said in her commanding tone.

    “Thank You Ms. Smith, My Goddess.” I said anxiously.

    “Either title is fine Lizzy. Are you nervous?”

    “I just want to please you, My Goddess. I’m sorry I upset you last time…”

    “It’s Okay Lizzy, after watching your video, I understand why you bought it for me. I think we are both going to enjoy it a lot. Now help me out of these clothes. Your dress is very pretty by the way Lizzy.”

    “Thank you, Ms. Smith, I was hoping you would like it.” I said softly feeling a tingle at the thought of pleasing her.

    I could barely contain myself as I peeled the jumpsuit down her body. When I uncovered her breasts, I stopped. “Can I please kiss them my Goddess?”

    “Yes, you can Lizzy…” my lips were on her right nipple before she finished.

    I continued pushing the suit down over her hips as I kissed and licked her firm breasts.

    “You’re so beautiful Ms. Taisha,” I sighed between kisses.

    I dropped to my knees and pulled the jumpsuit over her shapely hips exposing blue lace panties. Leaning in I breathed her scent, sending another rush through my steaming pussy. Then I reached down and pulled off her black high heels to clear the way. I needed her naked as I began to tremble in anticipation of having her inside me.

    As the pantsuit cleared her feet, I immediately gripped her panties with both hand and pulled them off. “Please let me lick your pussy and get it wet Ms. Smith.” I begged as I gazed at her dark labia topped by her well-trimmed black bush.

    “What are you Lizzy?”

    “I’m your cunt licker, My Goddess. I love your pussy and I’ll do anything to serve you.” I said eagerly.

    What terrified me was it was true. I was panting and sweating, in a lustful frenzy, at the sight of her nakedness. I was fully expecting more humiliation before she would let me service her, but she too seemed to have the sense of urgency that night. Her hand gripped the back of my head and pulled me into her. From there my hands gripped her ass to stabilize myself.

    I rested with my ass on my heals, hunched down between her legs looking straight up her belly as she towered over me. My tongue wiggled into to her tight smooth tunnel flooding my taste buds with her essence. I knelt before her, pussy throbbing and face buried in her sticky warmth. Hearing her moan as I probed her heat made my body tingle on the edge of compete bliss.

    “Oh, Lizzy, sweetie you feel so good. Oh fuck, I needed this.” She sighed relaxing her grip on my head.

    As my tongue slid in and out, I ground my nose against her clit. It was enflamed and stiff as if she had been in a state of arousal for some time already. It’s hard to describe the excitement I felt knowing I had that effect on her and I was more than happy to help her with that little problem.

    “Oh God Lizzy, right there. Aaaahhhhhh!” She wailed and I began to bounce as I licked her oozing cunt.

    My grip on her ass tightened and I kept my tongue thrusting inside her, fucking her with my tongue. My arms wrapped under her strong thighs gripping that beautiful ass with my spread hand, shoving deeper and harder with my tongue, and pounding her clit with my nose.

    Her abs clenched and tits bounced as fucked her ebony cunt with my face. My panties were soaking through, and I felt the cool air through them. I had forgotten about the new toy as her scent and taste was all that mattered. Taisha’s eyes had closed as I could sense her building climax. I moved with urgency, hoping she would not stop me before flooding me with her creamy cunt cum. Then her body began to quiver and jerk as her voice raised ever higher.

    “Oh God, Liz, zy! Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!!” She screamed and began to convulse from her groin to her breasts gripping my head tighter.

    As I’d hoped a flood of her bittersweet nectar coated my face and tongue as my Goddess spasmed above me. I moaned my approval as she road me as long as she could stand before stepping back and pulling me to my feet.

    “Such a good cunt licker Lizzy,” she sighed before kissing me hard. I eagerly returned the kiss and she quickly had to break to catch her breath. “I, needed, that, Lizzy.” she said between breaths.

    Then she picked up the strapless toy and examined it. “I really liked the show you gave me with this Lizzy.” She smiled hungrily.

    I blushed, as I recalled the vibrator laying on its side on the dining table. I crawled my naked body over the toy, spread my knees and lowered myself until the tip touched my clit. I had the most twisted sense of pride as I recorded the video. How I ever came up with such a slutty way to demonstrate the toy, I’ll never truly understand. But as I turned on the vibrator, knowing it was for her pleasure excited me beyond imagination. Even as I replayed the moment, I hoped she’d order me to do it again in person.

    I had watched the video a dozen times with my stretched pussy and asshole center screen. The sound was amplified as it vibrated on the wooden table. I came so hard and so easily knowing she would be watching me. Now I trembled at the thought of her finally using it on me.

    “Wet this for me Lizzy, you took care of down below.” She said pushing her end of the strapless to my mouth.

    She looked at me standing close as I sucked the rubber cock with our eyes locked.

    “Good girl Lizzy, now insert it please,” she said spreading her legs.

    I dropped to my knees and pressed it slowly in twisting as I pushed. She smiled and moaned softly. “Oh yeah I like this Lizzy.”

    When I had it fully inserted, she stepped back with a black plastic boner pointing toward the ceiling. Then she rocked her hips side to side, and it waved back and forth.

    “Do you think this will stay in if things get a little…heated Lizzy.” She asked waving it faster.

    “On Minute Ms. Smith.” I said running quickly to my bedroom.

    I returned with the y strap that came with it, getting more turned on by the second. I wanted her to pound me with unbridled passion.

    “This will help.” I said holding up the harness that wrapped up around her waist and around her thighs below. There was a leather ring that fit over the cock end to hold it in place. “Shall I put it on you, my Goddess.”

    “Yes Lizzy, I think you’re gonna thank me for this later.” She replied as I dropped again to my knees for her.

    After it was in place she spoke again. “Wet your end too please, Lizzy.”

    I raised up to get high enough for the ten-inch boner. and began to deep throat it gripping her ass.

    “Look at you in that sweet Barbie dress sucking my cock like a like a slut on parole.” She said tauntingly. I saw you running around the fund raiser, ass kissin’ and boot lickin’ Lizzy. Miss innocent little Barbie in a pretty pink dress.”

    She pulled my head off and turned around presenting her ass. I knew what she wanted but dared not anger her. “Can I please kiss your ass Ms. Smith.” I pleaded.

    “What are you Lizzy?”

    “I’m your cunt licking ass kisser Ms. Smith, Please!”

    “Ok Lizzy.” She replied and wiggled her ass a little.

    I kissed her right cheek covering it with soft peck, then I moved to the left. When I finished, she turned and ordered me to stand up.

    “Turn and put those sweet little thighs against the table.” as I did, her hands rubbed my ass through the dress. “I can feel your little slut ass smoking through your innocent little dress Lizzy!”

    Just like that she squatted, grabbed my dress and yanked it up exposing my backside. “Bend on down and kiss the fuckin’ table you horny little slut.”

    I did as commanded, arms in front and chin on the table, as she began to squeeze and knead my ass cheeks through the white thong, I wore every day as she required. I just love those panties on that slutty little ass.”

    She squeezed a handful of each bun and pulled them apart spreading my labia until the thong rode up between them. “Look at the slutty little cunt trying to swallow up those panties. It’s spread wide open like the grand slut canyon Lizzy. What do want Lizzy?”

    “I want your cock in me my Goddess. Please fuck me like the slut I am. I’ve been thinking about this for a week, since your text saying I’d get my chance.” I begged shoving my ass in the air a little higher.

    Then she gripped my panties at the sides and yanked them down to my ankles in one smooth motion and I eagerly stepped out. She stood back up, pushed her boner between my buns like a hotdog and kicked my feet gently apart.

    “Spread that little slut hole Lizzy and tell me what you want.” She said sternly.

    “I want you to fuck me please Ms. Smith, make me pay for treating you so badly for no reason.” I said as the cock slid down my ass crack until the head gently split my labia and stopped. I pushed back against it, “Oh please My Goddess fill me up.”

    She taunted me and pulled it back before touching it against me again. “Your slutty wet cunt is oozing for me isn’t it Lizzy?”

    “Yes, my Goddess please fill me up and pound my cunt. I want it so bad?”

    “Do you think you deserve it Lizzy?”

    “Oh please, I’ve been so good to you Ms. Smith. I got you coffee and told everyone how good of teacher you are.” I sounded pathetic, but it just made me wetter.

    I groaned loudly when the head pressed against me. When she sighed in response, I thought she would let me finally have it, but she pulled back again.

    “Please my Goddess, I’ll do whatever you want. I promise.” I whined like a child.

    “That’s good Lizzy, cause I’m gonna have a surprise for you very soon. I think you’re gonna like it a lot.” She said softly bent over me as she slowly shoved the cock inside me.

    I whimpered and whined as she steadily pushed in for about three inches and backed out an inch, before pushing deeper inside me. My mouth hung open and I gasped unleashing a high-pitched whine of ecstacy as she went to the hilt.

    “You took all of that Lizzy, that cute little pussy sucked in ten inches like it was nothing.”

    Suddenly the vibrator kicked on and I squealed at a whole new level.

    Taisha gasped as well, “Holy shit Lizzy, that’s, huh! Fuck that’s good.”

    She steadily pulled it halfway out and back in with the tingling vibration lighting up my entire pelvic region. “Oh, please, don’t stop Ms. Smith. Your cock feels so good inside of me!” I whimpered and whined as an orgasm rapidly built.

    “Damn Lizzy, does that feel as good to you as it does to me, ee, ee?”

    I nodded and groaned with my mouth wide. “Gon, na, come, My God, dess.”

    “Good, huh, girl Lizzy! Come for me Sweet, ie!” She said as her body convulsed.

    “Oh God, yes! coming, for, you!” I howled.

    She pushed her hands into my lower back as she spasmed forcing me down onto the table as my legs spread taking her length. I came once again on my dining room table. When she sensed my climax passing she began to pick up the range of motion, taking it out to the tip and driving it back in.

    “Let’s see what she’s really got Lizzy.” She challenged as she slammed it home.

    “Oh fuck!” I shouted as my hips slammed the table.

    “Oh yeah, that’s better, isn’t it Lizzy?” She grunted as she thrust her pelvis against my ass. “Your! Little! Ass! Jiggles!”

    “Fuck! Me! Hard! Please!” I grunted through gritted teeth. The table thudded and rocked with each thrust.

    “Better than ah, Ton, y?” She asked between gasps.

    “Oh, God! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” I continued with each plunge of the vibrating dick.

    My body shuddered with a monumental orgasm that had my legs wobbling as I tried to push back against her relentless pounding. I could hear my screams echoing through the house until I could no longer make a sound. My mouth hung open as wide as it could go as the orgasm took my whole body.

    Finally she stopped and pulled out and I collapsed like a wet noodle onto the table. with my dress tossed up my back and her cock slowly sliding in and out, until I could breathe enough to speak.

    “No one’s ever fucked me like that Ms. Smith. Thank you.”

    “Thank you, Lizzy. Excellent choice,” she sighed as she pulled out. Help me out of this please.

    When she turned her ass toward me, I leaned in and kissed it as I unhooked the straps. Then she pulled it out, turned back toward me and pushed her end toward me. “Clean it off Lizzy.”

    I did so eagerly, licking her juices off the dildo. When I finished, she pushed me further. “A good slut cleans both ends.”

    Once again, I obeyed.

    “You like tasting your own slut juice don’t you Lizzy.” She said as she got dressed.

    I nodded and sucked it clean. When I finished, I made a pathetic plea. “Will you please stay the night?”

    “Thank you for the thought Lizzy, but I have my reputation to think about. I can’t be seen sleeping with sluts.” She said nonchalantly.

    That comment brought the sudden feeling I had swallowed a large rock that sat trapped in my stomach. She seemed to notice the expression on my face and took some bit of pity on me.

    “Come to my classroom tomorrow after school Lizzy. I’m going to need you. Thanks again Lizzy, I do like your toy very much.” She smiled as she walked out.

    I stood stunned in my beautiful dress, humiliated, ashamed but completely sexually satisfied from the best fuck I’d ever had. I took the toy to bed that evening and made myself come again later. Knowing it had been in her that very day made it even more exciting to me.

    The next morning, as I got dressed, I found myself wondering what I could wear to please her. The panties were a given, white lace thong. I wondered, should I wear a dress for easy access, or slacks that highlight my ass? I settled on a zipper backed skirt that did both. I even thought about not wearing a bra but thought better of it.

    It was a long day as she seemed to occupy every free minute’s thought. She got in a bit of taunting at lunch with Mr. Laurence when he approached us.

    “So what did you think of Project Based Teaching Mr. Laurence?” She asked.

    “Intriguing, I may try to incorporate it into my teaching in the future.” He replied, seemingly unimpressed.

    “Lizzy and I have already fully engaged in our first project and thus far it’s proven quite effective as a supplemental tool. Fills in some gaps, quite nicely. Don’t you agree Lizzy?” She said smiling. “In fact, Lizzy’s going to give me another session after class today. Her commitment to service and honing her skills is really quite admirable.”

    “I do agree, Ms. Smith and thank you for your kind words,” I answered terrified and turned on at the same time.

    I really have no idea what he said next, my heart raced, and mind was spinning.

    After the last class ended, I waited twenty minutes for the halls to clear and walked to her classroom. The door was open, so I stuck my head in for the benefit of the few teachers conversing in the hall. “Do you have a minute to talk Ms. Smith?”

    Taisha was wearing a white short sleeved blouse and yellow pleated full-length skirt with a floral pattern. “Always for you Lizzy. Come in and close the door please.”

    Even as the hint of anger erupted for her calling me Lizzy, the rush of excitement washed it away when she told me to shut the door. She stood behind her desk and extended two hands palms up with a warm smile. “Come Lizzy, your timing is perfect. I was just thinking about you. I very much like your skirt; it highlights your ass nicely.

    I placed my hands in hers and she pulled me toward her in a smooth motion, pivoted and trapped me between her and the desk. I looked at her wondering if she was going to take me on the desk. I glanced at the door that had a small rectangular window that would allow someone to see us, then back at her.

    She gripped my hips and turned me, so I was facing the other way and quickly unzipped my skirt. I was excited and mortified, wondering what she was going to do and terrified anyone could look in.

    “I’m gonna need this skirt off and you under the desk Lizzy. Hurry, in case someone looks in.”

    She yanked the skirt down and I stepped out of it, red heels still on. Before I could do anything, she pushed my head down an shoved me under her desk. She tossed my skirt under there with me before she sat down and rolled her chair closer.

    “Your latest project is to eat my pussy while you make yourself cum. Time for your lesson Lizzy.” She said as she pushed closer. “I really like project-based learning. It’s much more effective when the students have a clear objective.”

    My heart beat so hard, I could see my blouse moving from the sudden rush of excitement of servicing her in the class room where anyone could come in.

    I raised her dress and was pleasantly surprised to see she had already removed her panties. “Oh my Ms. Smith. Such an appetizing project. I accept the assignment whole heartedly.” I said as I began to kiss her inner thigh.

    I wanted to take my time but the risk of getting caught was too great. I needed to make fast work of my assignment, hoping a good performance would persuade her to come home with me.

    Her dress covered most of the opening, so in the reduced light her labia and muff were jet black. Her scent and mine, filled the air in my little cave. She scooted her ass to the edge of her chair and spread as wide as the space would allow. I huddled in a ball brushing my cheek against her thigh as I zeroed in on my objective.

    At the point of contact her soft thighs touched both cheeks limiting my range of motion, but as my tongue separated her labia, I accepted the challenge. With a hand under each of her thighs, I braced myself as my tongue began to dance in her moist heat.

    She exhaled long and slow trembling slightly. “Oh Goodness Lizzy,” She whispered. “Such a hungry little slut aren’t you.”

    “Mu huh,” I agreed probing my Goddess and tasting her sweet nectar.

    I could feel her fidgeting and shuffling items on her desk, I guessed to appear like she was working. So I sped up my tongue motion. Swirling inside her then up to her clit and back. When her breathing deepened and she began to whimper I knew I found the rhythm.

    Then suddenly a knock at the door and it opened. “Evening Ms. Smith, I wondered if you had a minute?” It was Mr. Laurence.

    “Hi Mr. Laurence, I’m kind of in the middle of a project right now could we….”

    “It’ll only take a minute.” He interrupted and walked to the front of her desk.

    I stopped for a second in shock but then began to slowly put my tongue back to work. I decided, if I’m caught, I’m caught. Doesn’t matter if I’m licking her cunt or not. Half-naked under a desk says it all. So, I might as well get a little revenge torment in on Taisha.

    She tensed and took a heavy deep breath. “What, can I do for you Mr., ah, Laurence?”

    Her shaky voice encouraged me, and I pushed my tongue a little deeper.

    “Tomorrow’s your last day subbing for Mr. Murphy, correct?” He asked as I sucked her clit and teased it with my tongue.

    “Correct!” she said in a squeaky voice.

    As I moved back to her slit, she shifted in her seat, and I lunged forward not letting her escape.

    “I just found out I need to take my mother in for testing on Friday and was hoping you could fill in for me.”

    She leaned back in her seat pushing her pelvis toward me and I shoved my tongue in deep.

    “Perfect!” she said enthusiastically.

    “Great. I’ll talk to Principal Turner about it before I leave.”

    “Th, thank you. Mr. Laurence.” She replied grunting slightly.

    Sensing her juices flowing, and my own soaking through my thong, I moved my right hand into my panties and began to rub myself, as she had commanded. I really was a little slut, turned on by the danger of the situation. Balled up, in the confined space, I had to squeeze my hand between my legs. A My shoulder bumped her thigh as I fingered myself. That seemed to excite her more, as she wiggled subtly, and her leg bounced nervously.

    “So, you really are implementing project-based learning? I admit to the old dog new tricks syndrome and was a bit skeptical. But it is intriguing.”

    Taisha hesitated but the silence was awkward. She leaned forward and I noticed it seemed to compact her pussy together and I just sucked the whole thing in my mouth and slid my tongue inside her.

    “Yes! I’m in the midst of a project as we speak.” She said hurriedly.

    “It seems the students dig a little deeper into the subject matter when focused on a defined objective.” She shifted again, stretching her cunt back out as she leaned back.

    I sucked her clit into my mouth and felt her jerk.

    “Are you ok Miss. Smith?” He asked.

    “Fine, my allergies, thought I was…” I wiggled my head as I sucked. “,,,Gonna ah! sneeze! Ah chew!”

    “Bless you. You must have it bad to get it this time of year.”

    “Yes, I do.”

    “Well, I’ll let you get back to it then. Thanks again.” He said walking toward the door.

    She mumbled and nodded.

    When the door closed, she let out a giant sigh and pushed her pelvis at me. “You’re gonna pay for that Lizzy, but right now, don’t you dare stop.”

    I picked up the pace swirling my tongue, sucking and teasing her clit, then sliding inside her. I repeated the process, while her juices coated my face and my fingers moved faster and faster.

    “I can feel you rubbing yourself you little slut!” she panted.

    I nodded and moaned savoring her cunt. Part of me hated what I had become but a much bigger part of me loved how it felt.

    “You liked knowing he was there and oblivious to the nasty little slut thee feet away sucking cunt and jacking off.”

    Her words pushed me over the edge, and I squealed into her pussy nodding and bringing us both toward a climax.

    “So good Lizzy, suck my clit! Ah!” She gasped.

    Her juices flowed as I sucked her in, wiggling my tongue in time with my frenzied hand.

    She jerked and tensed reaching her climax. As a rush of cum coated my face my own orgasm hit and I could only suck her clit, no longer in control of my tongue while I came.

    My fingers slowly continued to rub myself as I licked her drenched cunt. I thought I could never tire of tasting her warm sticky cum.

    “Good girl Lizzy, lick me clean, Sweetie.” She sighed and leaned back, breathing slowly and deeply.

    After a few moments she exhaled heavily and pulled away. “Thanks Lizzy, I needed that.” She said as she stood up and fluffed her skirt. Then she picked up her things and headed to the door. “Same time tomorrow Lizzy?”

    I huddled half naked under her desk. “Yes Ms. Smith.” I replied, disappointed our encounter ended so abruptly.

    And so it went Thursday and Friday, except Friday she greeted me at the door and pushed me up against the wall about 3 feet from the door. Then she kissed me sensuously with her tongue slowly probing my mouth. I felt such a rush of warmth through my whole body as she gave me a moment of tender affection.

    She had shut the door but there was a lot of activity and conversation, just a few feet away in the hallway. Once again, the danger only intensified my passion for pleasing her.

    Taisha broke the kiss and looked hungrily into my eyes. “Is your little slut cunt wet for me Lizzy?”

    “Yes, my Goddess. I’ve been thinking about this all day.” I panted.

    Her hand slid down the front of my pants and she pressed her tits against mine, while her tongue parted my lips once again. I whimpered as her middle finger slid between my pussy lips, pulled up my clitoral hood, and began rubbing my stiff button.

    “Do you like that Lizzy?” she asked between kisses.

    I let out a loud whine of approval as she quickly had me on the verge of climax yet again. I knew my voice was too loud, but she made me lose myself every time she touched me. My body trembled as she kissed me and took me, fully dressed, with a hall full of people less than a foot away.

    “Do you want me to make you come Lizzy?” She whispered and thrust her tongue into my mouth.

    I squealed and nodded as she kissed me hard. When she broke the kiss I gasped, chest heaving as her single finger controlled me complete.

    “Are you gonna cum in your pants for me Lizzy?”

    “Yes, My Goddess, I’m gonna cum so hard.” I blurted out way too loudly.

    “What kind a nasty little slut are you Lizzy? One finger and you’re wailing like an animal, with all those people right out there.” She said looking straight into my eyes smiling.

    “Haaahhhh!” I screeched, bracing my palms against the wall next to my hips to keep from falling over.

    My legs shook wildly as I came for her, with no thought to our situation or the hundred people rustling in the hall. Her eyes seemed to melt through me. And the orgasm hit so hard.

    My voice rose still louder until she shoved her tongue in my mouth to muffle me. The spasms through my body were all consuming as the orgasms seemed unending. Part of me wanted to scream out for everyone to hear. I was coming for Taisha Smith and didn’t care who knew.

    Her finger kept going and I thought I couldn’t take anymore. But I couldn’t bring myself to push her off either. The feel of her soft warm lips pressed against mine while her body pushed me against the wall was too much. My clit shot bolt after bolt of orgasmic shock through my loins, and I felt a second climax overtake me. My legs locked with every muscle clenched, abs convulsing, whining into her mouth, all from one glorious finger and still she didn’t stop.

    If anyone had walked in at that moment, I would have not been able to even try to react. My body was under the control of Taisha Smith middle finger, and she was not letting up.

    My whimpers became more desperate, as the third wave built, and my clit felt like a tic ready to pop but kept firing paralyzing jolts of pleasure through me. Finally my legs gave out and I collapsed to my knees, breaking the kiss, and contact with her finger. I dropped, sitting on the floor panting and disoriented.

    “Oh my God!” I exclaimed looking at her dazed. I was seconds away from fainting.

    Her expression was also one of disbelief. “Goodness Lizzy, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone cum so hard Sweetie.”

    I shook my head. “Never.”

    “I hope I didn’t ruin you for tomorrow. I think I’m going to need some extra attention tomorrow, so I need you to be on standby.”

    I nodded, “OK.” Still panting.

    “I thought you might spontaneously combust for a minute.” She said smiling down at me. “Well, I’d better get going. I think you’re gonna sleep good tonight Lizzy.” She said proudly.

    Again I nodded and watched her walk out. I sat there for at least five minutes marinating in my own juices, thankful nothing soaked through my pants. Then I decided to get out quickly just in case. As I left, I wondered what risque comments she would be making in the future to Mr. Laurence, since this was in fact, his classroom.

    I did sleep well that night, even though I spent some time thinking what tomorrow might bring. I was hoping she would come to my house, and I could get some more time with her.

    I awoke to the sound of my phone’s text ding, about 9:00AM. It was a text from Taisha.

    Taisha: Be there at 10. Can you make me French Toast again?

    I had a moment of fuming anger. “She didn’t ask, just says she’d be here in an hour and wanted breakfast.” I thought to myself.

    But I had anticipated her request and bought everything I would need along with Earl Grey tea! So, I quickly got over it and turned my thoughts to what she might have instore for me. I cooked the French toast and bacon with some yogurt and fruit on the side. For good measure I placed the strapless dildo, in the center the breakfast buffet. I just set the warm plate of French toast and bacon down when the doorbell rang.

    I must admit I was shocked immediately when I opened the door. Taisha stood there in a neon orange bikini and a white lacy cover up. Here hair was back in a ponytail, putting her beautiful face out there front and center. I greeted her wearing only my white thong panties.

    We both drank in the other as the door closed leaving us semi naked and alone. I wanted to grab her head and kiss her while the image of her picking me up and carrying me to my bedroom suddenly popped into my head.

    Still staring at me, she breathed in through her nose. “Do I smell French toast?”

    “Yes Ms. Smith.” Somehow calling her my Goddess when she was asking for food, didn’t seem right. What kind of Goddess need to eat? I thought to myself, if she spread her legs before me and offered me her cunt, then she would clearly be my Goddess.

    She took off her coverup and handed it to me, as I drooled like a hungry carnivore over a beautiful hunk of meat. The top was strapless and cut down nicely, between her full breasts. Her stomach was flat and muscular, and her legs were firm smooth and beautifully ebony against the neon orange.

    “You look hungry Lizzy, we should eat. I think you’re going to need to keep your strength up.” She smiled wickedly and strutted toward the table.

    Her ass was trying to burst free from the neon orange triangle as she walked. And I was in complete agreement. I would gladly have passed on the French toast in favor of warm buns. I couldn’t wait to remove the bathing suit and service that amazing body again and again.

    “What a great breakfast spread Lizzy. What’s that? You horny little slut!” She giggled, looking at the strapless.

    “Yes, my Goddess. I’ve been thinking about this all night…”

    “I would have thought after the way you came in Mr. Laurence’s room yesterday; you would have calmed down a little Lizzy.”

    I blushed. “I don’t know how you do it My Goddess. No one’s ever made me cum so much and I just want more and more.” I said as I sat next to her and began filling her plate.

    After I put butter, strawberries, and syrup on her French toast, I loaded her up with bacon. She laughed. “Lizzy Sweetie, I think you loaded me up for both of us. Come sit and help me eat this.” She said as she tapped her left thigh.

    I sat astride her thigh. “Your little pussy is wet already Lizzy.” She said as her left hand moved around my waist.

    I couldn’t help but wiggle myself against her a little as I began to cut the French toast and give her a bite. When I brought the second bite two her lips, she backed away.

    “Your turn Lizzy,” she said softly.

    As I took a bite, she slipped a finger into my panties and touched me softly. “Feels like a wet little oven down there Lizzy are you burning for me, my slut?”

    I whined and panted. “Oh yes my Goddess. My pussy burns for you every day. I love how you touch me.” I began to rock my hips.

    “Easy Lizzy, you may not cum till we clean this plate. You wouldn’t want me to leave because of your disobedience would you Lizzy?”

    “Oh, not please, I’ll obey you, my Goddess.” I said, desperately wanting to cum already. Her finger kept in motion, and I tried to focus on the food.

    “Good girl Lizzy, because this is going to be a good day for you. When we finish breakfast, I want you to take me to your bed…”

    I let out a squeal as the thought of her in my bed nearly pushed me over the edge. I focused on the food, practically shoving it in her mouth and wolfing down a huge bite of my own.

    “Easy Lizzy, best not to rush. Let’s enjoy this wonderful breakfast. Is that Earl Gray tea?” She asked happily.

    “Yes, my goddess, I remembered.” I replied trying to focus on the food and not her fingers rubbing me slowly.

    I somehow made it through, and the plate was empty. As I swallowed the last bite. I pleaded, “Can I take you to my bed now, my Goddess?”

    “Don’t you want to clean this up first Lizzy?”

    “I can get that later. I’m here to service you, My Goddess.” I said giving her my best puppy dog eyes.

    You’re so cute, how can I deny you Lizzy? Grab your slut toys and take me to your bed, my pet.” Her finger finally retreated, and I led her quickly to my bedroom.

    “Help me out of this Lizzy,” she commanded, and turned her back to me.

    I threw the dildo and strap onto the bed, unhooked her top and let it drop. Then I dropped to the floor dragging my tongue down her spine as I removed the bottoms. Then, kneeling before her gorgeous ass, I moved in for a kiss but she turned to face me.

    “On the bed Lizzy hands and knees and show me that tight little ass.” She smiled down at me.

    I assumed the position, pressed my ass toward her and she gave it a good slap. It surprised me and I jumped and squeaked, in response.

    “Damn I love that ass Lizzy,” she said as she slapped again. “That little sting in your ass makes you pussy tingle doesn’t it Lizzy?” Another slap made her point.

    “Yes!” I yelled out.

    She slapped it again, “It’s my little ass isn’t Lizzy?”

    “Yes, my Goddess, I’m all yours!” I panted.

    Then she yanked my panties down where they clung mid-thigh. She slapped both cheeks with both hands. “I’m gonna miss this someday Lizzy, but today, this body is all mine.” She reached between my legs and pulled her fingers up the length of my slit, then up my ass crack.

    “Yes my Goddess,” I panted trying to fuck her hand as she teased me.

    “I want these off,” She yanked my panties and I fell forward flat on the bed, letting her pull them off.

    Then I spread my legs giving her full access.

    “Look at you, spreading your soaked little cunt for me. Who would have guessed the arrogant little bitch that talked down to me was such an eager little fuck toy? Do you want me to fuck you, Fuck Toy?”

    “Oh God, yes please! Fuck me my Goddess,” I begged.

    “Turn over slut so you can wet me for the dildo.” She barked.

    As soon as I turned over, she straddled my head and dropped to all fours like she was going to sixty-nine me. Her knees were planted outside my forearms, so I wrapped my arms around the front of her thighs, to reach around and caress her ass and thighs. I stared up at the neon pink pussy peeking through her dark labia and watched in wonder as she lowered herself toward my face.

    “Spread your slutty little legs Lizzy and show that little slut cunt.” I did as ordered. “Damn, Lizzy, your dripping Sweetie.”

    When her pussy made contact, I thrust my tongue between her lips and gripped her ass to pull her tight against me. Her whimpering moan caused me to hum into her pussy in response. Taisha held her upper body high and began to roll her hips rubbing her slit against my face. Her creamy nectar flooded my taste buds as she coated my face with her juices. My own pussy flooded as I pulled my heels to my ass and spread my knees till they touched the bed.

    “You are a flexible little, huh, slut. Oh, Lizzy that feels so good. Haaaaa!”

    Her hips rolled so smoothly and rhythmically; my pussy ached for her. I gyrated and thrust my pelvis skyward hoping she would drop down and reciprocate. Instead she rolled her hips a little faster content to fuck my face.

    “Shit, that feels good, Lizzy. Oh yeah, use that slutty little tongue!” She whined long and loud and continued her rhythmic motion. “Such a good cunt licker,” She sighed.

    I kept my tongue in motion as her warm silky labia rubbed their dripping softness against my skin. “Oh Lizzy!” She whimpered.

    Desperately needing reciprocation, I began to rub myself. Her thighs were silky smooth against my face and as she rocked forward, I looked up her sexy back over her ebony globes. Then she slid back grinding herself on me, covering my eyes with her warm buns as my tongue wiggled and probed.

    “Rub yourself off you fucking slut. Ah! Fuck Lizzy! Gonna make me come!”

    She raised up and smashed my tits with her palms as she rode me harder. I held my tongue stiff, and her moans grew louder and higher, triggering my first orgasm of the day. My fingers rubbed feverishly as I struggled to keep my tongue in contact while my body spasmed beneath her.

    My left hand gripped her ass and I felt it tighten and relax as she began to tremble, pushing harder on my chest. A rush of her hot cum flooded my face as my orgasm began to pass. Then, I felt her upper body rise and she pressed her hands against her thighs and howled at the ceiling. “Coming Lizzy!”

    I continued to rub my own soaked pussy as her juices ran down my chin to my neck. And as I thought her orgasm had peaked her hips moved at lightning speed. Her screams were frantic and loud echoing through the house. Then she fell forward catching herself with one hand on my ribs and the other on my abdomen.

    Her hips slowed but she rubbed herself from my chin to my forehead. “Oh God, Lizzy, don’t you fucking stop!”

    I did as commanded and thrust my tongue out wiggling inside her as she slid back and forth. When I heard her response, I began to move my head with her trying to wiggle my tongue in deeper as she passed.

    That made her push back up and begin her faster shorter grinding. She wailed loud and long as her body spasmed uncontrollably. The sound resembled crying, but her convulsing body made it clear her climax was back.

    Hearing her sweet vulnerable cries of pleasure pushed me over the edge as I frantically rubbed my clit to another climax more powerful than the first while Taisha whimpered and came with me.

    When she raised up off me, my body went limp, and I caught my breath. Taisha, on the other hand, was just getting started, she wiggled forward still straddling me. Stood up on her knees and prepared me for the next round.

    “Put that cock in me Lizzy and strap it on. I’m gonna fuck you Like Tony and Mikey never did.”

    My head still swimming, it took a moment to remember where I was, let alone the dildo.

    I was able to bend my arm around her to grab it and slowly wiggled it into her, while looking at her naked ass. She was so wet from her cum and my saliva I was able to wiggle it in quite easily. Looking up to the shape of her back and shoulders over her curved ass was remarkably sexy as I attached the harness and buckled it around her thighs and waist.

    Once it was secured, she looked back over her shoulder and smiled. “Turn it on Lizzy.”

    When I pushed the button, she sang out. “Woo hoo!”

    While I lay flat on my back, she stood up over me, giving me an underside view of the dildo protruding from her cunt. Next, she turned and lowered herself down to her knees. The hum grew louder as she approached, and she leaned forward, pushing the plastic cock to my lips. “Lube me you cock hungry little slut.”

    I opened and took her in my mouth. The vibration on my tongue was a strangely exciting feeling. I began to suck her cock slowly and she quickly thrust it at me. “Suck it like you mean it Slut! I saw you suck the cum out of Mikey in ten seconds.”

    That did bring back the memory of his rock-hard hot cock in my mouth for the first time. Despite my shame for being caught by Taisha, I sucked her hard and fast. “That’s better Sweetie. You really do like cock don’t you Lizzy?”

    I nodded as I deepthroated the toy I hoped would soon be pounding me.

    She pulled it back and walked slowly down my body, stopping to push it against my enflamed nipples, rubbing it up and down.

    “I almost forgot how big and fuckable your nipples are Lizzy. I’ll never forget them rubbing my clit…”

    She slid the cock slowly between them and on down my abdomen, while she moved her knees between my legs. The vibration on my exposed tummy made its way to my cunt as she slowly stretched out between my legs.

    As the hum reached my bush, she kissed my neck, and I turned my head to expose it further for her. She slowly put more weight on me, breasts pressed together with her soft warm lips dancing on my neck.

    The cock head slid past my bush and down the length of my cunt. My moans let her know I was ready, and she wasted no time pressing it against my wetness. I raised my knees aligning myself with the slightly curved plastic dick.

    She whispered in my ear, “Are you ready for me Lizzy?”

    “Yes please, I want you inside me, Ms. Smith.” I whimpered panting.

    It pressed slowly in about a third of the ten inches, then slightly back out before going in two thirds. The next push was to the hilt as she kissed me with full probing tongue. The sensation was amazing. Those warm soft lips engulfed mine as the vibration washed through my pelvic region.

    I gasped into her mouth as she began to pump slowly in and out. My hands gripped her gyrating ass digging into her buns with my fingers. When her mouth moved to my neck, I began to sing out.”

    “Oh Ms. Smith, feels, so, good. I love having you inside me. Haaaaaaa!” My voice was high and loud.

    She continued working my neck as the cock hummed inside me and my fingers clung to her glorious ass rolling rhythmically pushing the cock in and out.

    “Please let me come my Goddess.” My desperation was obvious.

    “Not yet my pet, I want to cum together again.” She whispered and nibbled my ear.

    I nodded, but it was all too much. “Please pull it out I can’t stop. Your beautiful body against mine and your lips on me neck. I could cum without the cock inside me.”

    “It’s ok Lizzy, let it out.” She said softly

    I trembled and moaned, “Oh thank you Ms. Smith, I’m gonna cum for you.”

    Taisha picked up the pace, as my claws gripped her ass.

    “Are you a cock whore Lizzy?” She asked as she pressed her open mouth to my neck and wiggled her tongue.

    Those nasty words set my clit ablaze and I let it out. I let it all out.

    “Oh God yes! Huh! I’m a cock hungry slut and I need you to fuck me so hard!” I shouted pulling her ass harder against me with each thrust. “Fuck me like the nasty whore I am. I love your cock Ms. Smith, Oh God, I love your fucking cock!”

    My legs flapped in the air trembling as the ten-inch dick filled me sending waves of pleasure throughout my lower body. “Pound my fucking cunt please!”

    I think every premature ejaculation from every lip dick guy I dated, had built up inside of me and released that morning as that vibrating cock filled me and fucked me unceasingly. I think the neighbors heard the screams.

    “Fuck! I’m cumming for you! Love, your, fucking, cock! Love, your, fucking, cock! Love, your, fucking, cock!”

    Taisha’s hips rocked with mind boggling power and speed and as my climax began to recede, she fucked me all the harder. A second wave washed through me as her hips slammed my thighs. I rolled my head back and howled. The vibrating dick jolted my clit mercilessly and the climax returned with each powerful thrust. I released my death grip on her ass, slamming my fists on the bed from the intensity of my orgasm.

    My arms flailed, wrapping around her not wanting to let her go, then slamming the bed as the orgasm was too much to take. Then clinging to her again. Finally, it was too much, and I wiggled free. “Oh fuck Ms. Smith that was…” I gasped for breath, and she rolled onto her side smiling at me.

    The cock still vibrated inside her as she grinned. “Oh, we’re not done Lizzy. I’m gonna need you to put that pretty little ass in the air Sweetie.”

    Looking at her with the ten-inch penis, hard and ready, I had no choice but to happily comply. The image of her pounding me doggy style with my face buried in the mattress had me going again and I assumed the position without hesitation. For the first time in my life there was a cock, I couldn’t outlast, and I was going to use it.

    She positioned herself on her knees spread wide forcing my legs apart. “Such a cute tight little ass Lizzy. And look at the angry little cunt, it needs fucked hard, doesn’t it Lizzy.”

    “Yes, my Goddess, I need you to fuck me hard. I wanna feel you cum with your cock inside me.”

    She laid the cock in the crack of my ass and rubbed it against my “angry cunt”. I could feel my pussy engorged and imagined how red my labia must look after being thoroughly fucked already. The vibration sent a tickling tingle through me as I readied myself for another round.

    She pushed the tip against me and wiggled it slowly in. “Oh Lizzy can you feel that vibration in your clit too?” I nodded with my forehead pressed to the mattress. “Feels so good Lizzy.”

    Her hips rolled slowly pulling out to the tip and back in. “I love watching your hungry little cunt cling to the shaft as I pull it out, then swallow it all up.”

    “Please, fill me up my Goddess. I want all of you.” I begged as she pushed it in deep.

    Her hands squeezed my hips with her thumbs clinging to my buns. “This was such a good choice Lizzy, my pussy can feel that vibration so deep, but you must feel it all the way to those monster fucking nipples.”

    I whimpered and nodded, as it seemed like my whole body vibrated when it was all the way in. Words can’t describe how liberating it made me feel to have my naked spread pussy in the air offering myself to her. All that mattered was pleasing her, I told myself. But in reality, I think I had much more selfish motives.

    Her pace quickened and her moans got louder. “Oh fuck Lizzy, so fucking good.”

    I nodded, leaning on my elbows, with my forehead on my wrists. “Fuck me Ms. Smith please fuck me like I need it.”

    I buried my face in my palm and to muffle my own criess. I wanted to hear Taisha’s pleasure as she fucked me better than anyone ever had.

    “You like being fucked like a horny little bitch, don’t you Lizzy?” She grunted as she began to slam against my ass.

    I could only nod and whine. In my mind I screamed “Pound my fucking cunt!” But listened as her excitement grew.

    She continued to grunt, “Oh, fuck! Liz, zy. AH! AH! AH!”

    I could feel her start to shake as her orgasm built and quickly found myself on the edge with her.

    “Coming Liz, zy Ah!” Her body quaked hard, and she nearly lost her balance.

    I screamed into me hand as I came with her, when suddenly she pushed all the way in holding herself against me while her upper body jerked hard, over and over. Each spasm shooting a jolt through me as the plastic cock buzzed deep inside me. I imagined how hard her body was jerking as she came long and hard.

    Finally she collapsed beside me on the bed. We panted together and caught our breath and I reached over to turn off the dildo.

    “Thank you, Lizzy,” she gasped.

    After a moment, she asked me to help her out of it, and rolled onto her side. I removed the straps and slipped it out. When she rolled back toward me, I began to lick her end clean, and much to my surprise she licked my end.

    “You are dildo looking good, Lizzy.” She joked.

    Then she took it and set it aside kissing me. I was moved by the tenderness in her kisses as she continued for several minutes before rolling onto her back and inviting me to nuzzle my head onto her should and wrap my body around hers.

    “Such a shame this has to end Lizzy.” She sighed.

    I raised my head up to speak and she put a finger to my lips to silence me.

    “It’s ok Lizzy, I have a plan for you that I think you will like a lot. But we can talk about that later. Let’s just enjoy the moment, shall we?” She wrapped her arm around me and pushed my head back onto her shoulder and I nodded my compliance.

    I lay there trying to understand what she meant as she casually drifted off to sleep. I stewed for a long while, wondering was this our last time together or was she speaking more metaphorically that nothing lasts forever.

    What plan did she have form me? I could not grasp what that might be. Eventually, I calmed myself down and focused on the warmth of her body against mine and the calm steadiness of her breathing. I soon joined her in peaceful, satisfied sleep.

    To Be continued.


  • Futa Daughter’s Naughty Temptation 8: Futa-Daughter’s Naughty Pics

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    Sky plots how to seduce her MILF teacher with dick pics!

    Futa Daughter’s Naughty Temptation

    Chapter Eight: Futa-Daughter’s Naughty Pics

    By mypenname3000

    Copyright 2020

    Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

    Sky Marlow

    I sat in Mr. Tate’s boring class thinking. Pondering. Plotting.

    I had to figure out a way to fuck Mrs. Reyes, my math teacher, before my lunch break. That was when I had thought I would do it. But, of course, my mother had to find and seduce a virgin for me to fuck. She was obsessed with keeping me from having any fun with married MILFs.

    So what if they were married?

    I would give them a big treat. A huge futa-dick fucking into their cunts would be just the thing they needed. Their husbands couldn’t compete with what I was packing in my panties. The big clit-dick that Spice the Futa-Demon had given me was irresistible.

    Even my own mother hadn’t been able to resist, and before she’d become a virgin-obsessed futa, she’d been the most repressed, uptight woman in the world. I swear she only had sex maybe twice: her wedding night and the night she conceived me. Both times with my dad who had ended up leaving her for a woman who would have sex.

    So I knew I could seduce Mrs. Reyes. But when would I fuck her?

    I had my bestest best friend in the world in Mrs. Reyes’s class. Natalie was also my mother’s sex slave. She’d tattle on me, a horrifying thought. I glanced at Natalie. She was staring down at her phone.

    “I knew Aoi was a virgin,” Natalie whispered so low that Mr. Tate couldn’t hear. “Mmm, you’re getting cherry pie for lunch.”

    “Yep,” I said, not having to fake my excitement. I mean, it wasn’t like I didn’t enjoy popping Georgia’s virginity yesterday. I just wanted MILFs more. Married MILFs. That was what was hot.

    Plus, my mom was just trying to control me. She was jealous that I wanted to fuck other MILFs. She had totally cock-blocked me from fucking Mrs. Matthews, the reverend’s wife, last night. I wouldn’t let that stand.

    Mrs. Matthews would be mine.

    And so would Mrs. Reyes.

    So how could I do it? What technique could I use to get in Mrs. Reyes’s panties? There had to be something. Some awesome technique I could employ. Some sultry and hot and naughty idea that would melt her bones. I bit my lip, my cunt on fire. The heat rippled through my body as I squirmed here in class.

    I needed a way to communicate to Mrs. Reyes that I had a big dick that would make her married pussy explode in ecstasy without Natalie catching on. Mrs. Reyes’s math class was next. Natalie and I had almost the same schedule. Four out of six classes together. After Mrs. Reyes, I had Mr. Claes’s biology class. But Natalie didn’t. She had social studies. Then came lunch.

    Could I…?

    Okay, okay, but how to get Mrs. Reyes’s attention. It wasn’t like I could flash her in the middle of class. I bit my lip. What else could I do? Arrange for her to see me fucking Natalie or something? That didn’t seem likely. Where would I fuck Natalie that Mrs. Reyes could watch us and no one else? And if Natalie realized Mrs. Reyes was watching us, she might get suspicious.

    I bit my lip. I needed something else. Some way to show her my dick that would be undetectable to Natalie. Something between just the teacher and me. I chewed on my lip and then stared down at my phone.

    The picture of Aoi Suzihara naked, bent over a table, with my mother parting her pussy folds to show off the girl’s hymen and my futa-mom’s jizz leaking out of her asshole was still on my screen. There was a text from my mom promising me excitement and…

    My plan crystallized in my mind.

    I squirmed in my seat at this burst of excitement. I had such a great idea. A naughty plan. So, when could I take the pictures? Natalie would be all over me on the way to Mrs. Reyes. If I tried to sneak off, she’d join me thinking we were up to some naughty hanky-panky.

    “Are you okay?” asked Natalie.

    “What?” I asked.

    “You’re squirming around like you have the squirts or something,” Natalie whispered.

    It hit me, and I shot my hand in the air.

    “Uh… Sky?” asked Mr. Tate.

    “Can I use the restroom,” I said, putting a breathy pleading into my voice. “It’s sort of an emergency.”

    “Oh, sure, sure,” he said.

    I bolted to my feet and walked through the class, clenching my butt-crack tight to give that urgency to my step. Natalie didn’t follow. She must have bought it. This was perfect. I burst out of the classroom and darted for the nearest restroom. I raced down the hallway and slammed into the bathroom door.

    Operation Dick Pic was in effect.

    Operation Dick Pic! chortled through my thoughts. Spice approved. I love it. That’s so amazing. You are a clever girl. We’re going to stick it to your mom.

    Literally, I thought back. I’m going to literally stick it to my mom at some point today.

    My clit throbbed as I set my phone on the counter. Then I ripped off my blouse and threw it down next to my phone. The odds of being caught were slim but it was worth it. My small breasts jiggled, topped by pink nipples. My blonde hair danced around my face in the reflection. I was nineteen and sultry, a hungry predator on the prowl.

    I then dropped my skirt. I wasn’t wearing panties on underneath, my shaved slit on display, nice and tight. Like I was a virgin, but I wasn’t. There was nothing virginal about me. I admired myself in the mirror, my green eyes flashing.

    Then I spun around and wiggled my rump. I smacked my ass, the stinging sound echoing through the bathroom. It was such a wonderful delight to hear. I loved it. I smacked both my hands down on my ass, loving the way the sound echoed through the room.

    “Yes,” I purred, wiggling my rump at the mirror while admiring my butt over my shoulder. “Mmm, that’s a great ass.”

    Careful, Spice said. She appeared in the mirror, a busty, young demon with huge tits topped by pierced nipples connected by a chain. She had red hair and cute, black horns that peeked out of her tresses. Spreading from her back were black demon wings and she had a matching tail with the spade tip that swished behind her. You don’t have forever.

    She was right.

    I’m always right!

    I rolled my eyes and turned around. I picked up my phone and aimed it at the mirror to capture my reflection and hit record, a sultry smile on my lips. My right hand trailed down my flat stomach as I let my bud sprout.

    My clit grew into a dick. The pink nub swelled forward, thrusting out of my tight folds. It grew thicker. Longer. This big and throbbing shaft that would fuck into Mrs. Reyes’s pussy before the lunch period started.

    I grabbed it, letting the shaft fill my hand as the video recorded. I licked my lips and stroked the growing shaft. Shivers of delight ran down my shaft every time I reached the pinnacle. It was such a delicious feeling. A wonderful delight that had my cunt on fire. I wiggled my hips, my snatch on fire. Juices ran down my thighs.

    Then I reached my full girth. My thumb stroked over the pink, spongy tip, smearing the precum around it. The crown gleamed as I pulled my hand away. I let the footage record for a few more seconds, my futa-cock throbbing before me.

    I winked.

    Ended the recording.

    Spice stroked her futa-cock in the reflection. Then she ducked her head down and pretend to suck on the tip of my cock. It was a pity that I couldn’t feel her doing that for real. My pussy clenched, this heat rushing through me.

    “Now, for some selfies,” I said.

    I spun around and set on the edge of the counter. I spread my right leg wide, my futa-cock thrusting out of the folds of my pussy. I arched my back and held my phone above my head wishing I had a selfie stick on hand to get an even better shot.

    I pursed my lips in a cute duck face and snapped the photo.

    Then I got a nice close up of my futa-dick thrusting from the folds of my pussy. The flash strobed. I spun around and then snapped one of me in the mirror, hand on my cock and winking at the camera.

    I took ten pics in total. That, with my video, was how I would seduce Mrs. Reyes. And I would do it without my “bestest” friend even noticing. It super, duper sucked that I couldn’t confide in her. She would be all over this plan.

    She would find it hot.

    I sighed and let my futa-cock shrink. It grew smaller and smaller, dwindling into a little clit-dick. I shuddered as it vanished. Then I drew in a deep breath. I had to just accept that I couldn’t trust her. It sucked.

    But that was life sometimes.

    “You can be such a cunt sometimes, Mom,” I muttered.

    That’s right. You should just stop listening to her. Why let her control you at all. Why play this dumb game with her.

    I blinked at that. Why was I playing this dumb game? I was nineteen. I could leave home. She had been controlling me all my life. It was why I had jumped into sex so much. At first, it was all about sticking it to her behind her back. Then I just came to like being a slut.

    So why was I sticking around?

    I didn’t know.

    My cock shrank back down into a little clit—which was hard when I hadn’t come with it. Could a futa suffer from blue balls or something? Not that I had balls. Blue ovaries? I felt that ache deep in me to cum as I dressed.

    Then I headed back to Mr. Tate’s class. I clutched my phone as I headed down the hallway. I re-entered the class. The teacher nodded at me. People were glancing at me, triggering a faint tinge of embarrassment to run through me.

    It wasn’t like I wanted people thinking I had some sort of bathroom emergency.

    Natalie gave me this look of concern. “Feel better.”

    I nodded as I took my seat, gripping my phone. “Just… I’m not sure what that was. Just… you know.”

    She nodded. “Maybe you should see the nurse.”

    My clit throbbed. The school nurse was a MILF. I had seen her a few times. A Black woman with big tits. That was a possibility. I couldn’t remember her name, but I bet she would be just perfect for me to seduce.

    “I’ll go let your mom know,” added Natalie.

    “I don’t need the nurse,” I muttered. Mom was the school’s secretary. She was way, way too close to where the nurse’s office lay. My mom would have to check in on me. “I’m fine. I feel much better. Thank you.”

    Natalie beamed at me.

    God, she was being such a cock-blocking bitch right now. I stared ahead. Why was I letting Mom control me so much? I could just go. Find a MILF to take care of me. Be my sugar momma. I would fuck her with my big dick all the time. Fuck her friends. Fuck all the sexy and mature women. I didn’t need this, but…

    This dread rippled through me at the thought of abandoning my mother.

    I could have gone to live with Dad when I turned fourteen, but I had chosen to stay with Mom. I didn’t understand it then, either. My emotions were all so confusing. I closed my eyes and took a few calming breaths.

    I had to regain my equilibrium.

    It wasn’t long before class ended. I shuddered and grabbed my purse and backpack. I stood up, ready to implement Operation Dick Pic into full force. I hummed with my excitement as Natalie fell in line with me.

    “Mmm, you know who’s in our next class?” asked Natalie.

    “Uh… Heather,” I said, racking my brains at who was in the class with us.

    “Yep, Heather,” said my friend. “Mmm, I bet she’s a virgin.”

    “Maybe,” I said, swallowing. Mom couldn’t keep distracting me with virgins forever. She was mad if she thought that was a plan.

    We left the classroom and, to my shock, Aoi was waiting for me. The Japanese girl dressed in a tartan skirt that would be sexy on her if it didn’t fall nearly to her ankles. Her blouse was crisp and white, fitting loose about her. She had glasses on her delicate face, her black hair a little mussed.

    “Your mother asked me to give you these,” she said and then shoved a pair of panties into my hand. They were striped teal-and-white. “I’m looking forward to having lunch with you.”

    “Mmm, I know I can’t wait,” Natalie said.

    “Yes,” I said, my dick throbbing. Then I ducked in and kissed her on the lips right there in the hallway. A few guys wolf-whistled.

    Aoi blushed, her cheeks darkening in such a cute fashion. She was definitely a virgin. My dick throbbed. Part of me wanted to drag her to the bathroom and fuck her right here and now. Deny my mother the chance to see me deflower her.

    But Mrs. Reyes… I had to seduce her.

    “Lunch,” I told Aoi when I broke the kiss, my pussy molten. Juices ran down my thighs. My lust for the girl held no bounds. I wanted to pin her against the wall and just ravish her right here, right now. It would be just perfect.

    “Lunch,” she said and scurried off.

    “Damn, I like watching her leave,” Natalie said, hooking my arm with hers. “Doesn’t she have a cute ass. Especially dripping with your mother’s futa-cum. God, that was a hot pic.”

    “Yes, it was,” I said, the panties in my hand. I held them up to my nose and breathed in. A tart musk filled my nose. “She does smell delicious.

    My friend leaned in and sniffed. “Yes.”

    I shoved the panties in my pocket, an idea forming in my mind. Something I hadn’t considered. I hummed my delight as Natalie and I headed to Mrs. Reyes’s math class. Juices ran down my thighs like my pussy was a leaky faucet. The tangy musk of my aroma filled my nose.

    “God, you are excited,” Natalie moaned. “I can smell you. Mmm, I want to eat out your cunt.”

    “No time,” I said. “We’ll be late.”

    “And?” she asked.

    “And would my mother be happy about that?” I reminded her.

    “Oh, shit, right,” she said, blushing. “This is so different being a good girl for your mother. But I’m down for it.”

    “Why?” I asked as we kept walking. “If it’s futa-cock you want, I have plenty.”

    “But she’s a MILF.” A shiver ran through her. “A mommy. It’s so much hotter with her. She controlled me. Disciplined me. She treated me like a daughter should be treated. And I don’t mean the sex stuff. She didn’t want to be my best friend. Didn’t let me do whatever I wanted. She’s everything my mother’s not.”

    I blinked at that. “You sound like you’re in love or something.”

    “Or something.” She smiled. “I hope you don’t mind sharing your mom with me. I’m her honorary daughter. Like Georgia. You should date her. The preacher’s daughter as your girlfriend would freak her parents out.”

    “Yes, it would,” I said, frowning. Georgia was in my math class. “Let’s sit by her.” Other ideas danced in my head.

    “Nice!” Natalie moaned.

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

    Madeline Marlow

    “Dropped off the panties,” Aoi’s text message read. “Sky seemed really eager for lunch. She even kissed me. She’s so pretty. I can’t wait for her to deflower my pussy.”

    I smiled as I sat at the school’s secretary’s desk. Lunch would be amazing. I had the perfect place to have it. There was an empty classroom on the second floor. It wasn’t being used at the moment. There was some debate over what to do with it.

    I had the key.

    I hummed in delight, my pussy on fire. Deflowering of Aoi’s pussy would be so amazing.

    “Sky is so eager to sit by Georgia in Mrs. Reyes’s class,” sent Natalie. “She’s a gorgeous MILF, so I was a little worried that Sky would try something. You know, backslide, but I don’t think she would. I think she plans on flirting with Georgia. She seems really excited to date her.”

    I sighed in delight at reading this happy news.

    Grace’s face appeared in my phone’s reflection. The petite, if mature, angel bit her lip. She was a worrier. I smiled at her and thought, See, everything is working out. My daughter will start dating Georgia. They’ll fall in love, get married, have babies. It’ll be wonderful. She won’t be fucking any MILFs.

    Yes, it is working, Grace said. But Spice is devious.

    She has nothing on a naughty futa-mommy.

    Maybe…

    Grace always was so doubtful. But I would show her. I just had… two hours until lunch. I sighed. I had work to do. I used to have no problem sitting here, but now my body was so alive. So aware of what it could enjoy. Sky had awakened me from a lifetime of repression.

    It was hard to control that. But I would. I picked up the phone and answered in my bright voice.

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

    Sky Marlow

    “Hey, Georgia,” I said, sitting down beside her. She was in the middle of the classroom.

    She blushed as she glanced at me, her fair cheeks coming so alive with the color. She squirmed in her seat, clearly pleased by the attention. Natalie sank down on the other side of me, this approving smile on her lips.

    Approving. She was thrilled I was picking a partner. Neither of us dated in the past. Didn’t believe in dating. We just hooked up. Fucked guys or girls that caught our eye. My mother’s tendrils had poisoned my best friend. It was all so insidious.

    Like some sort of sexy horror movie.

    Invasion of the futa-pod-people or something. Well, that did sound pretty sexy.

    Mrs. Reyes was getting ready to teach upfront. I opened my textbook and slipped my phone down, ready to send her the ten dick pics and then the video. I had it all worked out in my mind. What I would say. Now, I would see if she responded. This would be perfect. Amazing. My pussy was drooling just thinking about the naughty fun I would have with my teacher.

    “Okay, okay,” Mrs. Reyes said. “Calm down.”

    “Are you going to be okay for today’s lesson?” Georgia asked. “We never got to do that studying last night. We got… distracted.”

    “Yeah, I just came over to your house to have sexy fun,” I said.

    “With me?” she asked, her eyes so wide.

    I smiled. “Yeah. With you. We definitely should do it again. Say—”

    “Miss Marlow, you can chat about boys with Miss Matthews after class,” Mrs. Reyes said, her Latina accent growing thick for a moment. “We have to talk about trigonometry today. Are you ready for that?”

    “Nope,” I said, my fingers typing on my phone. “But fire away.”

    Mrs. Reyes shook her head as she began talking about all this boring stuff while pointing at triangles on the screen. There were three different types. Why? Because nerdy people like to make the world as complicated as possible.

    But it gave me the chance to start sending my texts.

    “Look at this big clit-dick I have for you, Mrs. Reyes,” the first one went, captioned with that pic of me leaning against the counter, my legs spread wide. I hit send. Her phone was on her desk. I could see it vibrate slightly, shifting on the wood.

    Mrs. Reyes kept lecturing. “So that brings us to the right-angle triangle. It has one corner that is always 90 degrees and since a triangle’s corners always add up to what, class?”

    “180 degrees!” Georgia said excitedly. “So the other two angels have to equal 90 degrees and since it’s a right angle triangle, they both have to be equal. So 45 degrees.”

    “Excellent,” Mrs. Reyes said.

    “Yes, that’s right, I have a clit-dick and a pussy,” I captioned the next pic. The closed up one.

    “I bet your pussy is getting so wet right now,” I captioned the third pic, a saucy one with my fingers buried into my twat.

    “I know mine is,” captioned the fourth pic. It was me bent over and showing my futa-cock dangling between my thighs, my ass looking hot in the reflection of the mirror.

    “So it’s easy to know how to figure out the angels on a right triangle, but it can be harder on the others.” She smiled. “But if you know two of them, you can figure out the third. Easy stuff. But now is where it gets interesting. The dimensions of the triangle. How long the lines are is affected by the angle of the triangle. This is where trigonometry comes into play.”

    This did not sound fun. “Look at me right now and now that I have a big futa-dick that can fuck your married pussy until you explode,” I captioned the fifth picture.

    “I’ll pump away at you. Fuck you. Have you ever seen a dick as big as mine?” captioned the sixth one, a straight down shot of my cock with my fingers spread from thumb at the base to my pinky in an attempt to reach the tip. I fell short.

    “No, you haven’t,” I captioned the seventh.

    “So this brings us to those buttons you’ve seen on your scientific calculator apps. Sine, cosine, and tangent. These let us figure out all sorts of properties of triangles so long as we know a few basics. It can be hard at first, but you’ll pick it up. I have complete faith in all your abilities!”

    For the eighth pic, I typed: “You’re a math teacher. You have got to know just how much volume my futa-dick has. So you know that you’re going to have that pussy stretched out like never before.”

    “We’ll start with sine,” Mrs. Reyes said, writing on the chalkboard.

    “I know you’re soaking your panties right now,” I captioned with the ninth pic.

    “Now, since this is turning you on, go to the bathroom and watch the video I’m about to send you. Enter the last stall. Leave your panties behind if you want to hook up next period. I’ll fuck your brains out.” I sent that with the final pic of me looking so cute and adorable, my small breasts quivering, my futa-dick thrusting out hard before me.

    I smiled as she began explaining how we had to calculate sine. It was truly the most mind-numbing thing in the world. Which sucked as I had a wet pussy and a throbbing clit. I crossed my legs tight, putting pressure on my throbbing bud wanting to sprout into a dick. I shuddered, the heat swelling and swelling in me. I wanted her to go for her phone.

    To see my text messages.

    Georgia and a few other students were giving input as I squirmed. I was so horny. So wet. My tangy musk filled my nose. Natalie was discretely playing on her phone instead of paying attention to the boring stuff going on.

    “Okay, turn to page 104 and work on the problems there,” said Mrs. Reyes. She headed to her desk. “If you have any questions, ask. Miss Matthews, I’m sure Miss Marlow and Miss Tailor are completely lost, so help them out.”

    “Yep, I’m lost,” Natalie said.

    “I will, Mrs. Reyes,” Georgia said, glancing at me.

    “Yeah, completely lost,” I said and shuddered as Mrs. Reyes picked up her phone. She swiped the screen. Her brow furrowed. I had her number, of course. Teachers often sent out text message reminders to us on homework and even could send us updates to it.

    So annoying.

    Her eyes bulged. She shot me a look. I smiled at her, sitting up straight. She shot her gaze back down to her phone. Her jaw dropped. Her chair creaked as she squirmed. Students were talking, helping each other through the problems.

    Oblivious to the dick pics I had sent Mrs. Reyes. To the effect they were having on the MILF teacher. She kept scrolling down and down. Her eyes wide. She licked her lips, staring at her phone. Then she shot her gaze to me again.

    I winked at her.

    She swallowed. She looked around. She looked down at her phone again. I loved the sight. This was so hot. My pussy clenched with excitement as she stared at all my naughty futa-dick pics. She scrolled down her phone to the end and swallowed.

    She glanced at me. Shot down to her phone. Then back at me.

    “Okay, Sky, do you see how this works,” Georgia asked me, drawing my attention to her.

    I glanced at her notebook. “I really, really don’t. How did you get that number from that?”

    “By using the sine function on my calculator,” she said, holding up her phone with its calculator app running.

    “Okay,” I said, pressing my thighs tight.

    “I have to use the restroom,” Mrs. Reyes said. “Keep working.”

    She stood up. I hit send on the final text message, just the video of my transformation. My heart pounded in my chest. This was it. This was what would throw her over the edge. She would have to have me after she witnessed how sexy my cock was.

    She strode out of the room, her ass swaying in her skirt. I tried not to watch. Instead, I leaned closer to Georgia and said, “You really, really have to explain this to me. I need to get it.”

    “We can have another study date,” she said. “At your place.”

    “Sure you just don’t want to come over and fuck my mother again?” I asked.

    Her cheeks pinked. “Well… I mean, you and her are both so exciting. I know it’s sinful, but I just can’t help it.”

    “I’m just teasing. Although, we could go to a coffee shop. You know, have a proper study date.” An idea popped into my head. A way to get to her mother. Mrs. Matthews would be mine. This would be wonderful. “What do you say?”

    “Really?” She blushed. “I’d… I’d like that. Daddy won’t let me date boys, but he doesn’t know what you are.”

    “That’s right,” I said and took her hand. “We’re going to have some fun, aren’t we?”

    She nodded.

    Mrs. Reyes came back into the classroom five minutes later. She looked flushed, her hair a little mused, her skirt a little wrinkled. Her hands had the gleam of just being washed. She glanced at me and then quickly sat down.

    “Mrs. Reyes, can I use the restroom,” I asked.

    “You can, Miss Marlow,” she said quickly.

    “Again?” whispered Natalie to me. “Are you okay?”

    “I’m fine,” I whispered and headed to the restroom.

    There, in the last stall, was the MILF’s panties. They were a pair of bronze, silk delights. I picked them up and inhaled them. I breathed in deeply and shuddered at the sweet scent that spilled over my nose. It was wonderful. Intoxicating. A heady rush swept through me that had my cunt clenching.

    I smiled in delight, so eager for what was to come next period.

    I whipped out my phone. “I have Mr. Claes next period. Pull me out for whatever reason and I’ll fuck your brains out.”

    “Yes!” was her reply.

    I peed, wiped my juicy pussy, and headed back to the classroom with two pairs of panties in my purse. I hummed as I sat down and let Georgia walk me through the problem while Natalie smirked and no doubt reported on me back to my mother.

    Perfect. Operation Dick Pic was a success.

    When the period ended, I felt Mrs. Reyes’s hot eyes on me. I didn’t look at her. didn’t acknowledge her presence. Georgia and Natalie parted ways, but not before Georgia gave me a hug and a quick kiss on my lips. The warmth of her fleeting lips lingered.

    I smiled as she darted off.

    I hummed as I headed to Mr. Claes’s class. I slunk in and leaned down in my chair. The teacher was eating an apple as we walked in. He was a gross guy. There was only a handful of male teachers at the college, and he was the ugliest. He had such hairy arms and his hair was always so greasy. I shuddered at how much product he must use to make it like that.

    Or maybe he didn’t use any product and was just a slimeball.

    “Okay, okay,” he said as the period started. “We—”

    The door opened and Mrs. Reyes’s head popped in. “Sorry, Bill, but I need to borrow Miss Marlow for a project. Is that okay?”

    “Again?” he muttered.

    I blinked at that. Again? What did that mean?

    “Take her,” he said.

    I stood up, my pussy on fire. The sexy Mrs. Reyes awaited me in her gray pencil skirt, her dark nylons cladding her legs. She must have had to take those off to remove her panties. I shuddered, so eager to tear through them to get at her married pussy. Her wedding band gleamed on her left hand, standing out against her golden-brown flesh.

    “Mrs. Reyes,” I cooed smoothly as I stepped past her. As she closed the door, I asked, “Whatever do you need my help for?”

    “You know exactly what, hermafrodita puta!”

    “I’m a futa,” I said. “Futanari. Though hermafrodita does sound sexy. And, yes, I am a slut. A whore. A naughty, wicked puta that wants to fuck your cunt hard.”

    She marched ahead of me at a brisk pace, her flats slapping on the floor. I followed after, admiring that ass, my clit throbbing. She moved like she was marching off to battle. She had such a stride. It was sexy. I loved it. Made my dick throb and ache as I struggled to keep up with her.

    She threw open the door to her classroom and whirled around. “Show me! Show me that I’m not crazy. That you didn’t do some video-editing to make it look like you have a cock.”

    “You think I deep-faked it or something, huh?” I asked, remembering thinking the same thing when I saw Spice’s naughty video appear on my phone. “Sure!”

    I popped off my top and bared my breasts. She stared at them, this look of hunger sweeping over her face. Her hips wiggled back and forth. Her breasts swelled her purple blouse while her dark eyes locked on my titties. I massaged my itty bitty boobies, loving that she was getting turned on.

    But this wasn’t what she had come here to enjoy.

    I wiggled out of my skirt and let it fall down my thighs. It whisked off and puddled down around my feet. My naked pussy came into view. I plopped my ass on the nearest desk, threw my legs wide, and felt the folds of my cunt part. My clit was in plain view.

    I winked at her and let it sprout.

    She gasped as my futa-cock swelled. She leaned down to get a better look at it as it blossomed thicker and longer. Her left hand grabbed it, the diamond sparkling on her wedding band. Her knees buckled. She fell to her knees before me.

    “Madre de Dios,” she breathed. “It’s real. And you’re still growing. You’re huge.”

    “Yep.”

    Then she swallowed my futa-cock. I gasped at the feel of her hot mouth over my cock. I groaned as she suckled on me. My pussy clenched from the hunger of her nursing. This was so hot. I loved it. I shuddered, my body quivering. My heart pounded in my chest as she worshiped my girl-cock. She suckled on me with such passion.

    She bobbed her head, working her lips up and down my cock. Her left hand stroked my dick as she suckled with all her hunger. It was incredible. I groaned, my pussy clenching. Then her right hand rubbed at my folds, exploring my texture.

    She thrust her middle and ring finger into my twat.

    I gasped, “Mrs. Reyes!”

    Her digits reamed me out while she suckled with hunger on my girl-dick. My toes curled at how incredible this was. I was so turned on. After taking my dick pics and teasing her in class, I was on fire. Primed to explode.

    I wanted to enjoy this blowjob longer, I did. We had an hour to have fun before I had to meet up with my mom and Aoi. My toes curled. I shuddered, my face contorting in bliss. My futa-dick quivered in her mouth.

    “Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, Mrs. Reyes. You naughty teacher!”

    She thrust her fingers in and out of my cunt. She buried them in deep. She wiggled them around in me. I groaned, my hair dancing from side to side. My small breasts quivered. I groaned, my orgasm building so fast. My ovaries tightened.

    She suckled, her mouth working up and down my cock. Her fingers stimulated my cunt. Those naughty digits sent delight racing up to the tip of my futa-dick. Her tongue stroked around my naughty crown while her left hand fisted the base.

    It was too much. She was too sexy with her black hair and golden-brown skin. An exotic beauty. “Mrs. Reyes! Fuck!”

    I came.

    My pussy convulsed around her digits. My futa-cum fired out of my dick. Spurt after spurt of my salty jizz pumped into her mouth. I bucked at the intense, dual pleasures that slammed through my body. Waves of ecstasy. Jolts of euphoria. A storm of rapture swept over my mind.

    She gulped down my cum while her fingers reamed out my cunt. She swallowed down every drop of jizz that was in me. She sucked it all down with hunger. It was incredible to enjoy. I loved every second of it.

    “Mrs. Reyes!” I gasped as I hit the peak of my pleasure. “Oh, Mrs. Reyes, that’s awesome. You’re awesome. Fuck, yes!”

    I shuddered, the pleasure that wreathed my body was incredible. I loved every moment of it. I savored every last second of the bliss that blazed through my mind. I groaned at how delicious it was. How fantastic.

    “Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. “Oh, my god, that’s amazing. That was the best.”

    She slid her mouth off of me, cum and drool running down her chin. She licked her lips and ripped her fingers out of my pussy. She stared at them covered in my tangy juices. Then she stared up at me. “You have both. This is amazing.”

    “I know,” I said. “Now strip. Let me see that body!”

    She shuddered and then she attacked the buttons of her blouse. The sexy, Latina teacher ripped open the front of it. A black sports bra constrained her large tits. She threw her blouse to the floor and then peeled off the bra. I grabbed her tits in my ivory fingers as they spilled out. MILF boobs. I groaned and ducked my head down, sucking on one.

    She gasped as I nursed on her nipple. My tongue danced around it. I closed my eyes, savoring how wonderful this was. There was something so hot about sucking on a MILF’s nipple. On my futa-mother’s fat nub. So relaxing and comforting.

    “Miss Marlow,” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s so naughty. Let me just… just take my skirt and pantyhose off.”

    I popped my mouth off her right nipple and, on my way to engulf the left, moaned, “Leave on the pantyhose.

    I engulfed her nipple.

    She shuddered and dropped her skirt. It whisked down her legs to the floor. I shuddered at how that made my futa-dick throb. I nursed on her nipple, loving that she was now naked. Mostly. She had that pussy I wanted to devour. To feast on. My futa-cock ached to fuck her.

    I popped off my nub and moaned, “Bend over a desk. I want to fuck you from behind. I want to pound that married cunt and make you cum harder than your husband ever has.”

    “Yes!” she moaned, her voice so thick and throaty.

    That made me smile. My futa-cock throbbed. I was so ready to tear up her pussy. To ram into her and make her cum hard. It would be incredible to make her howl. I licked my lips, my futa-dick throbbing and aching.

    She went to the desk and bent over it. Her rump aimed right at me. It was such a naughty sight to witness. My clit-dick throbbed as her pantyhose hugged her ass. I fell to my knees behind her and grabbed at her nylons. I ripped them open.

    A black bush appeared, her sweet musk filling my nose. With a growl, I buried my face into her curls. Her silky strands whisked over my face. Then I found her hot cunt and lapped at her. I licked my tongue up her married snatch and made her whimper.

    “Miss Marlow!” she groaned.

    “Mrs. Reyes!” I groaned back.

    I licked and lapped my tongue through her folds. My fingers squeezed her ass through her nylons. Her sweet juices soaked my taste buds. I reveled in them. They were so delicious to enjoy. I swirled my tongue through her folds. I licked and lapped at her with hunger. I feasted on her with all the passion that I possessed.

    I swirled my tongue through her snatch. I enjoyed the flavor of her cunt. I enjoyed how good she tasted. How wonderful. My tongue danced through her folds, stroking her married flesh. She gasped, her butt-cheeks squeezing beneath my fingers.

    “You naughty hermafrodita,” she moaned.

    “Futa,” I corrected.

    “Such a wicked, naughty hermafrodita puta! Seducing your teacher. Sending her dick pics. You are so bad.”

    My fingers dug into her nylon-clad rump. “So bad, Mrs. Reyes. That’s why I’m going to do this!”

    I sucked on her clit.

    She gasped, her silky bush rubbing on my lips and cheek. Her sweet musk filled my nose. That wonderful flavor seasoned the air. I reveled in it while I nursed on her bud. My lips nibbled on it. I groaned, juices running down my chin.

    My tongue danced around her clit. I loved stroking her. I savored playing with her. She was such a treat to enjoy. I fluttered my tongue around her bud. I loved how she gasped and moaned. She made such sweet noises. The pleasure was such a delight to hear.

    “Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, you naughty hermafrodita. I came so fast in the bathroom watching your video. Seeing your clit turn into a dick. And now… now… I want your cock in my pussy. I want you to fuck me, Miss Marlow. Pound me!”

    Pussy cream gushed out of her twat.

    I groaned and drank down the flood, savoring all her wonderful pussy juices. She tasted so good. Such a treat for me to enjoy. I groaned, gulping down the flood of cream. It spilled over my chin and ran down my throat.

    My futa-dick throbbed as I swallowed the MILF’s passion. My tongue thrust into her married pussy, feeling her walls convulsing. My cock ached in envy. I had to fuck her. I had to pound into her right now.

    “¡Si! ¡Si!” she howled. “¡Hermafrodita !”

    “I’m going to fuck that cunt so hard, Mrs. Reyes!” I moaned and rose, my futa-cock throbbing before me. I gripped her hips, pussy cream spilling over my chin. I aimed at her married pussy, so ready for this.

    I beat my futa-mother again.

    I rammed my cock to the hilt in Mrs. Reyes’s cunt. I sank to the hilt in her, reveling in that wonderful pussy clenching about me. It was amazing to experience my third MILF’s cunt. Mom, Mrs. Spencer, and now Mrs. Reyes.

    Such delight rippled through me.

    My cunt clenched as I reveled in the teacher’s married twat squeezing about me. My tip drank in the silky flesh. The friction sent bliss rushing through me. I could just spend the rest of my life with my dick buried in the MILF’s pussy.

    But I had to fuck her.

    Fuck her hard! Spice cheered in my mind.

    I drew back my cock. Mrs. Reyes moaned, her pussy clinging to my huge shaft. Her back arched and her twat clamped down around me. The friction was incredible, shooting bliss down to my cunt. I smiled and then thrust in hard.

    I buried to the hilt in her. I slammed deep into her snatch. I reveled in being buried to the hilt in her wonderful twat. I savored that amazing pussy squeezing around me. My crotch smacked into her pantyhose-clad rump.

    “Oh, Miss Marlow!” she groaned, her head tossing. “That dick. That big cock. ¡Hermafrodita! That’s incredible.”

    “I know,” I panted as I pumped away at her. “Ooh, yes, yes, you’re going to have my ovaries spurting.

    Already, the pressure built and built as I pumped away at her snatch. I drove my cock into her hot flesh, reveling in her twat. She squeezed her cunt around me. She held me with such a tight snatch. I shuddered, my pussy coming closer and closer to melting.

    Juices ran down my legs as I pounded the MILF’s cunt. I buried deep and hard into her. I fucked her with passion. I reveled in the tightness of her snatch. I savored this amazing moment. This was great. An incredible delight to enjoy.

    “Oh, fuck, yes,” I gasped, my dick throbbing in her cunt. “Mrs. Reyes!”

    “Fuck me!” she moaned, humping back into me. Her hands gripped the desk. “Your cock is amazing, Miss Marlow. Just fantastic. ¡Mierda!”

    I grinned as I fucked her with passion. I rammed to the hilt in her. I buried my cock deep and hard into her cunt. her pussy squeezed about me. This wonderful pleasure swelled and swelled at the peak of my dick. I groaned, so close to exploding.

    So close to bursting in her cunt.

    I shuddered, the pressure reaching that peak as I slammed into her. I groaned, my pussy so hot. My ovaries tight. Her moans echoed through her classroom. I rammed my cock into her married snatch with all my passion.

    Her plump booty jiggled in her dark nylons every time I slammed into her. The rip slowly spread across her right asscheek. I shuddered, her MILF pussy squeezing about my cock as I drove hard into her. I buried to the hilt in her, savoring that wonderful snatch clenching about me.

    “Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Mrs. Reyes!”

    “¡Hermafrodita puta!”

    Her pussy went wild around my cock. I savored the feel of my teacher’s pussy writhing about me. That Latina hottie sucked at my cock as I drew back. I reveled in her hot grip about my dick. That wonderful sheath sucked at me. Brought me closer and closer to cumming.

    I hammered into her convulsing depths. My small titties quivering. My boobs jiggled from the impact of driving into her. I fucked into her with passion. I buried every inch of my girl-dick into her snatch and did it with a smile on my lips.

    A big grin at the delight that this generated. I groaned, my cunt on fire, my pussy dripping juices down my thighs. The married MILF came on my cock, her moans echoing through her empty classroom.

    “Yes, yes, you’re my MILF!” I howled.

    “Yours!” she moaned.

    I grinned at that as I drove my cock to the hilt in her snatch. I threw back my head and then I erupted into her cunt. My futa-dick basted her pussy. Her married cunt spasmed with more delightful force around my cock. I savored the pleasure. I reveled in the bliss. It was amazing to experience. I groaned, my body shuddering from the bliss of this moment.

    “Oh, my god, that’s it!” I gasped, pumping spurt after spurt of cum into her.

    “Miss Marlow!” she moaned, her naughty cunt milking me dry.

    My MILF!

    I shuddered at that thought. If my futa-mother would use Natalie against me, I could figure out how to use Mrs. Reyes against my mother. I trembled, pleasure racing out of my convulsing cunt, mixing with the bliss from my dick.

    I hit that wonderful pinnacle and quivered there.

    Then I fired the last of my cum into her pussy. She panted while I groaned. My hand stroked over her nylon-clad ass. We still had plenty of time to have fun. To think of my next scheme. Oh, yes, I could feel it.

    Mrs. Reyes would be perfect. My futa-mother would never know what hit her.

    To be continued…


  • D & D ( Debbie & Denise )

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    This is another chapter in the Club V series along with Goes Around / Comes Around, Riding Jenny and Jennys’ wild Ride.

    D & D ( Debbie & Denise )

    By Jax_Teller

    Working at a strip club you meet all kinds of people. I met Denise and Debby while dancing at a strip club that had both female and male strippers. The club had two different entrances one for the upstairs female strip club and another on the opposite end of the building for the Male strippers club downstairs. Club “V” for Victor ~ Victoria, was a popular place and was located near a major tourist area or trap as we called it. Money from tourism could bend any regulation and make most laws go away and this club was the direct benefit of such attitudes. Sex clubs were unpopular these days and most that still existed had restrictions such as no contact between costumers, pasties covering nipples and only partial nudity. At the V most anything was allowed short of the act of prostitution. The deal could be discussed in the club, but had to happen out of the club itself. Conveniently a motel was on a different street and consuming the upper floors of the same building and there was a door way to the motel from the clubs.

    I finished my last dance on stage and I was done on stage for the night and grabbed my construction costume and moved off stage to floor where the patrons watched the stage acts. Two young ladies came up to me and asked if would entertain them. I took them to the private dance area referred to as the pit. It was a dark area of booths with high backs and low tables designed for dancing on. The whole area was designed for privacy and had partition walls to keep prying eyes out. When we got seated I told them the price and they agreed. We talked briefly as I waited for the next song to start; they seemed out of place and not the type for this kind of club. I stood up at the start of the next song and danced for them. I let my leather jock strap loose and my cock half hard fell out. Debby and Denise gawked as if they had never seen a cock up close before. I finished that dance and started to gather my things as Debby handed me the money.

    The house lights flashed on for a second and back off as the DJ announced last call, last song. Denise asked if I was available for private parties and I said yeah. Debby seemed nervous and abruptly asked if I was available now? I asked what she meant by that. She said she wanted me to come with them upstairs to their motel room and stay the night with them. I told her that this was a job I get paid to do what I do. She said ok then, how much for the night? I told her that I get $500 an hour out call with a 50% reduction for additional hours. She said ok how much then? I said ok, it was almost 3 am and I could stay the night as she requested for $1500. I would take my time for that amount and stay until check out time if they liked. This was a considerable discount on my part and they looked at each other and they nodded at the same time and agreed to my price. Debby gave me her room key card and I told her I would need the money when I got to the room. She said no problem that she’d stop by the ATM on the way back to their room.

    I arrived at the door to their room, a suit on one of the top floors of the motel, and used the key card given to me and I went in. D &D were on a king size bed both of them bare ass naked and were in the 69 position orally engaged with each-others’ sex. Debby raised her head and looked over at me and said the money is on the top of the dresser. I went and counted it and put it in my wallet. I turned to the bed and removed my clothes not so much stripping but getting undressed. I allowed myself to get aroused watching them on the bed as I folded my clothes and put them on a chair, Debby said don’t be shy step up and put that tool to work. We chuckled because I had been in a construction worker costume earlier when they met me. I knelt behind Debby who was on top of Denise and I pushed my cock in her pussy. Denise’s tongue licked at the base of my cock as I fucked Debby. Denise played with my balls and stroked my ass and legs as I fucked her sister.

    I was enjoying myself and maintained my composure but it became more difficult as my cock popped out of Debby and without a hesitation Denise took it in her mouth and sucked it for a few seconds before sticking it back into Debby. Debby began to moan loudly as I pounded her harder and faster, I could feel her getting wetter and looser. She cried out, fuck yes and she shook as her orgasm hit her. She came for a good minute straight her cunt squirting, dripping, gripping my cock and milking it although I wasn’t coming. She flopped over on the bed on her back still convulsing from her orgasm. Denise wasted no time in turning around on the bed so she was parallel with Debby and was holding her hand. She looked up at me and said make love to me please. The voice was different as if she was anxious and somewhat afraid of what she had asked for. Debby said take it slow with her. I said no problem and I moved with direction deliberate moves placing my cock at the opening to her hairless pussy.

    It occurred to me looking at her that she was a virgin, at least in the traditional sense. It also occurred to me at the same time that she didn’t exactly look 21 yrs. old, the minimum age require to get into the club downstairs where I met them. It wasn’t my business to interfere so I did what I was paid to do, even though I was also enjoying my job. I slowly pushed the head of my cock inside her and when I hit resistance I stopped for a few seconds for her to adjust, I kissed her on the neck and moved to her mouth, kissing her deeply. I didn’t want this to be painful for her; I wanted her to remember this fondly for the rest of her life. I kept up the pressure on my cock and I felt her hymen break and I eased up the pressure of which I was pushing inside her so I didn’t just plunge in her. Again I waited, noticing her grip on Debby’s hand was tight and they were looking into each other’s eyes.

    Denise looked over to me and nodded slightly before returning her gaze into Debby’s eyes. I pushed the rest of my cock inside her and slowly began a pace. Slow and steady, all the way in and almost out of her. Debby turned over on her side and was handling Denise’s nipples, sucking and licking one while kneading the other. Denise got this look on her face like as if she had never felt this way before and she began to meet my thrusts and I picked up the pace sensing she was ready for it and was approaching her first vaginal orgasm. As Denise began to have her orgasm Debby leaned up to her face and they kissed. Their tongues intertwined and Debby continued kneading Denise’s nipples. Denise shook and I felt her gush and squirt as she came.

    As her orgasm subsided I pulled my cock from her and sat back on my heels as Debby leaned into Denise’s sex and licked her clean until Denise stopped shaking. They hugged and held each other tight, kissing and caressing for the better part of 30 minutes. I just laid next them on the bed, taking a mental nap so to speak. Denise spoke first saying thank you, and then asked can we do it again? I said I was ready, and both women looked at me and said yeah we can tell. We all chuckled at that. I fucked them both several more times before they realized I had not come at all. I said I wanted to make sure they were satisfied before I came. They both knelt before me and took turns sucking and stroking my cock until I shot my load into their mouths as they kissed each other, sharing my come. We 3 lay on the bed with me sandwiched between them and we went to sleep.

    When we woke it was light out and I asked them if they would like to go to breakfast with me, my treat. They gave me a look and said sure. While we got dressed and got ready to go they told me their story, how they were a couple and had been serious for 3 years. They also said that they had planned for Denise to lose her virginity on her 18th birthday and that was where I had come in. I said your 18? And they said yeah. I looked curiously at Debby and she said and I turned 18 yrs. old 3 weeks ago. During breakfast I learned that they had been sisters by marriage not by blood. They had been emancipated 6 months ago as their father had been put in a nursing facility and Denises’ mother had died in a car accident. I also found out that Debby was just starting college. Denise said she would be starting college full time in the fall but she was sharing the dorm room with Debby while she took pickup classes.

    They explained that no one knew about them other than me. Now that they were away from home for the first time in a city on the other side of the country, they were living as a lesbian couple out in the open. I asked them why go out and hire me instead of any one of the other million males on the planet who would have killed for the opportunity. They said they had someone in mind that turned them down. They said I was cute and had a nice dick and that was just what Denise wanted for her first experience with a man. I was so flattered I almost couldn’t take it. They thanked me for being nice and gentle, using my experience. I got bold and asked them a question. So how would you like to experience more? This time without paying for it?

    They were curious and asked what I meant by that. I asked them how much they really knew about sexuality. They looked at each other and giggled, and I said no really. They asked what more was there? I asked them if either has had orgasms other than clitoral or vaginal. They asked what that meant; they just came that was all. I told them that they were capable of having an orgasm from stimulating the clitoris, from vaginal penetration, from anal penetration, from breast stimulation and many other physical stimuli as well as mental orgasms. That perked them up even more. I explained that a woman is capable of achieving orgasm simply by thought.

    I had known a woman once who could and would have an orgasm by command even over the phone. At first I would look her in the eye and tell her to come and she would have an orgasm. Later in her training I could call her from work and tell her to come and she’s have an orgasm. I asked them if they knew anything of sexual fetishes. They were on the edge of their seats focused on me. To be honest they also looked like they were on the edge of an orgasm right then and there as well. I asked if they were interested in learning more about themselves and sexuality. The both immediately jumped to answer yes. I asked them if they could keep an open mind. They said uhm, we are sisters who are lesbians, how much more open minded? I said well lets start with….

    End of chapter 1


  • No questions asked.

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    I’m getting late for school mom, the bus is outside waiting” yelled Cristy as she waited for her mother to bring her lunch. Michelle, her mother rushed to the door and opened it for her and before she knew it, Cristy bolted out and headed for the bus. Her husband Jake rushed from behind and surprised her with a light kiss from behind and said “See you at night beautiful, i’ll be a bit late today but i’ll make is as soon as i can hun.”

    “Its alright darling try your best, I’ll understand if you cant” Replied Michelle sympathetically. She loved Jake and he loved her back equally but his job demanded a lot of time. So many nights Michelle would just have to sleep alone being tired for waiting after him. Their sexlife had been rather inactive until a day when Michelle was approached by somebody, somebody who changed her life forever….

    Suddenly the phone rang and Michelle rushed for it.
    “Michelle is that you??” asked a familiar voice.

    “yes its me Rhonda.” replied Michelle
    “Good I’ve got work for you today. I know you’ve not had a job in a long time so listen up i’ve finally found something you’d like” Said Rhonda
    “Go ahead honey.”

    “The client wishes the job to be a quiet and a secret one, they’ve rented a small room in a motel outside town. room no.23. Once you’re at the reception ask for a Samantha and tell the receptionist your name is Jenny. Remember as always no questions asked. Just complete the job and walk out and yeah be there in an hour” Instructed Rhonda.
    “Agreed.” Said michelle plainly.

    “And remember sweetheart, aim to thrill as always. And the client wishes you to be dressed in your ‘best’” said Rhonda in a friendly tone.
    “As always darling” Replied Michelle.

    Michelle was a part of an organization. She was not the ordinary soccer mom. When her sexlife began to show signs of decay, her friend Rhonda creeped in and on one fine afternoon seduced her and introduced her to the world of sapphic love. Rhonda and a few other married but unsatisfied women were a part of an organization which provided “services” to their clients. Michelle had become one of their best and specialised only in female clients as she thought that letting any other man touch her body was cheating on her husband Jake.

    Michelle was gorgeous, she was 32 and her body did not look a day over 25. Her build was lean but busty, she sported her 34 C cups very proudly and and her red hair and sea green eyes only complemented her beauty. It was a shame Jake could not spare enough time for a woman as hot as this!! Whenever they would go out, she would turn out to be quite a head turner. Rhonda had been friends with Michelle since quite some time now and ever since they met she always had a secret crush on her!!

    Michelle rushed upstairs and from a small box hidden in the back of her closet, she removed a set of sex toys ranging from strapons to vibrators. She wore her best red lingerie and admired her body which she worked very hard to maintain in the mirror. She dressed herself and drove out of her driveway in her classic Cadillac. She was dressed to kill.

    She wore an overcoat under which lied her exquisite lingerie. After a 15 minute drive she reached sunny shore motel. A shady joint but it was the clients request. Michelle went upto the room as per instructed. She slowly knocked on the door. It was open. Her heart began to pound as it did before every job. As she walked in she saw a beautiful brunette sitting on the chair.

    As hungry and horny as ever, the brunette jumped from her place and kissed Michelle even before she could get a complete view of her. The kiss was a deep and lusty one alright. This woman had not been fucked in a long time!! She pulled of Michelle’s coat and gazed at her beautiful lingerie. Finally Michelle got a clear look at the brunette. She was shorter than Michelle by about few inches, her breasts were definitely larger and rounder, she looked very much Italian but that was only Michelle’s guess. Her eyes we’re light brown and her bums were round but firm Michelle realised as she gripped them firmly.

    “I’m Samantha and you must be Jenny. Thanks for seeing me on such short notice.” Said the beauty.

    Before Michelle could recover from the shock of her kiss, Samantha pulled her onto the bed and placed her on her lap and they kissed passionately for what seemed like hours. The sensation of Samantha’s tongue in Michelle’s mouth was driving her mad and her pussy began to flood like a waterfall. It was for this reason she had loved a woman’s touch over a mans.

    Gently, like a good little slut, Michelle began to rub her thighs on Samantha’s and gave her a small lap dance, the brunette hungrily pulled off her bra and began to munch on Michelle’s tits, one at a time nice and slowly she sucked, bit and fondled each breast with uttermost care. Michelle moaned with pleasure but did not say anything. The brunette undressed herself and allowed Michelle to return the favour which she did gladly.

    “Oh you’re such a good little whore!! The agency did send in their best whore!!” exclaimed Samantha as she tried to catch their breath. Michelle undressed her prey completely and went down onto her pussy and munched her bush, her pussy was soft and the scent of her juice drove Michelle even more wilder with lust. Samantha came hard and her juices trickled down Michelle’s lips and face. But Michelle was no way done, she wanted more and more. She continued to eat the brunettes cunt until Samantha came again and collapsed.

    “You didn’t think it was over did you??” asked Michelle surprisingly. Samantha was confused as she saw Michelle pull out a 8 inch long strapon cock from her bag. Michelle gently lay Samantha on her back and spread her legs apart. She took the head of the phallus and slowly inserted it into her new lovers cunt and as it entered, the brunette gasped and Michelle began to thrust harder and faster.

    The sight of Samantha’s wobbling boobs and her moaning and the sheer feeling of supremacy began to build up an orgasm of her own within michelle. And in no time at all the women came together.

    They kissed briefly till Samantha took off Michelle’s strapon and lead her into the shower. She slowly strapped on the toy onto herself and said “Its time for me to say thank you to you baby”

    Samantha pinned Michelle against the wall and smooched her and slowly fingered her dripping wet pussy. Slowly she held her left leg and raised it higher and higher and placed it on her own shoulder. Her pussy was now fully exposed. Samantha pushed in the rubber cock into her whores cunt and gave her light upthrusts till she was gushing out her love juices like a fountain. Both the women now very tired and satisfied lay on the bed and like two lovers began to kiss for hours together.

    Eventually Michelle got up and said “I hope you enjoyed your service ma’am don’t hesitate to call us again”.
    “Wait!! Aren’t you going to tell me your real name or when I’ll be seeing you again? Or atleast your number?”

    Michelle replied plainly, “I’m sorry Samantha, but remember the agreement.. No questions asked” and after saying that she dressed herself and walked out of the door satisfied that she had done her job and her client had done her!!”


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  • Husband Cannot Handle My Sex Drive

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    My now ex sat there, his cock limp and said, “So what am I going to do if I cannot take care of your needs?” I took it to be a serious question so I said, “Either arrange for me to fuck a lot or let me go fuck whenever I want to.” He did not really want an answer but got it. He drank till he passed out. I put on a summer dress, no panties or bra and left.

    I really almost do not know how to start except that my horny now-ex-husband could not handle what I needed on a regular basis. Even with his beautiful 9 inch cock he could stay hard enough to take care of me. So, after the final conversation he drank till he passed out. I put on a summer sun dress with no straps, no bra and no panties and left.Town had several clubs but I was not into clubs at the moment so I thought as the burning between my legs got worse. I was rubbing my clit that was swollen and engorged and needed a really good fuck for a long time. There was a lake on the base, far away from the main base but there was almost always something happening there so I drove there and from the gate I could see a huge bonfire by the lake. I drove around the lake to the bonfire and parked the car. I kicked off my sandals and walked to the bonfire. There were about 30 people in different conditions of drunkenness some in couples but a few single guys that had make a day of football and drinking. I made sure to walk so that my tits bounced and went towards the fire. Even some of the couple watched me. I knew some of them and they gave a great hey Sue, what’s up girl? and from the guys, “Damn lady, nice.” I thanked them all and one girl asked “So what is up, hubby not with you?” I told her “No, the asshole is home passed out on the couch. We fucked for a while then he could not take care of me.” One guy, strong and obviously well endowed stood up with a beer and handed it to me. I drank it straight down and reached for another. “So what is it we can do for you sweet lady?” he said smiling.

    I let my dress to the ground and played with my nipples, pulling them to make me moan. “Any more questions?” I said and he led me to a blanket on the ground and his shorts fell to the ground and he took me in his arms and his hands were on my ass lifting me and my legs went around his hips. I reached down and found his wonderful rod and guided it into my pussy. It slipped in and then he rammed hard and made me cry out, “Oh yes, damn, that is what I need>” He was doing curls with my legs around him his hands under my ass and up and down he lifted me. I was starting to have orgasms one after another and my pussy was grabbing it and not letting it slip out. I let out an animal scream, “Oh yes, oh yes, keep fucking me.” and he did just that. I do not know how many orgasms I had but I found myself on my back, legs spread and a different guy in me fucking fast. I looked into his eyes and he started to cum filling me up with more cum and he moved off and another dropped between my legs, “Come on guys, I need all I can get. My cunt is on fire and you need to soak it to put out the fire.” So far only the first had a good sized cock but then a chubby guy dropped his shorts, “Oh yeah, the Bull is gonna fuck her, let’s see her take the bull.” some guys were chanting. Now it seemed everyone was in a circle around us, guys and girls, all naked and guys getting hand jobs while watching me get fucked. Sure enough the “Bull” was on his knees between my legs and his cock was huge and thicker than anything I had seen on a man. He rubbed it in the cum dripping crack and then he pushed the head in and it began filling my pussy. I gasped and he pushed further in, now half maybe was in, or so I thought. The people were chanting, “Fuck her, fuck her!!!” He drove deep into me, hitting my cervix and making it scream in pain and pleasure. It was making it collapse pushing it further into me. My womb was feeling his pressure as he fucked me and drove hard and deep every time. It was at least a half hour and maybe more. He growled and his cock swelled even more in me and he began filling my womb. I could feel his cum going in and thought “If I have a baby it will be his.” He finished and then stayed there. He was moving slowly in and out just a little and then his cock grew back to full size. “This time is going to take a long time baby.” Again the chanting began.

    When he filled me again there were other guys standing around, “Come one man, we need a turn’ and a while later he filled me again. Several dropped to their knees to take his place but none of them filled me the way he did. “Come on guys, the Bull has ruined me.” “Roll her over.” someone said and I was on my side, one behind me and one in front and two cocks slipped into my pussy, “Ah, much better, keep it cumming.” I remember moaning. Whoever they were they did a decent job and they kept it up. then they managed to slip one in my ass and two in my pussy. I was a rag doll and was being lifted up and moved around. Cocks were all around me and one or more found my throat and I was swallowing loads. “She okay?” someone asked. “Just keep fucking, I will let you know when I an done.” I said, I must had screamed cause they all said, “Yeah, fuck away.” and they did.Then I felt something different, kissing me and tits in my mouth. Several women were fisting me, two at a time and feeding me their tits. One sat on my face and cum gushed all over my face. It was awesome, all the attention on me, or at least what I knew about. Others were getting fucked but I had the most cock and cum, and now women in and on me. It was getting quiet, someone said that I had worn out everyone. I sound out who the Bull was and got his phone number. We had more sessions. I invited him to my house and many times he was there while I was getting a good screaming fuck. That day or rather night, my fun really began. My marriage was totally open and now it got better since I could have anything I wanted, man, woman, K-9 or anything to make me happy.

    Well folks, nice to have time to type. Hope everyone is fine and getting what they need.

    Love,

    Susan


  • Bless me Father (for I have sinned)

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    Emancipation of a woman in three parts. Really has everything in it.

    “Bless me Father, for I have sinned…..”

    Awakening.

    The priest had heard the door shut quietly and settled into a comfortable position, ready to hear the usual liturgy of minor transgressions that would be forgiven with his scale of “Hail Mary’s” by way of absolution. Twenty minutes later, and having received an education in the emergence of one of his parishioners from drudge to the exalted woman she now was, he was, for the first time in his life, unable to dispense a suitable punishment and suspected that the occupant of the booth, was not looking for forgiveness. The story he had listened to in silence, had taken him unprepared and, in truth, had found that little private place where he kept his erotic thoughts. Father Patrick, had a hard on, but forgave himself.

    Mary had had a strict Catholic upbringing. As a child, she had grown up in the tied cottages of Enniskillen, third daughter to her Guinness loving Father and sixth child of her god-fearing mother. They never had much of anything. The money her Da’ earned provided a meagre diet and just about kept a roof over their heads, although it leaked as did the second hand shoes, she and her siblings wore.

    Mary somehow survived the afflictions that ravaged the population of Ireland and, apart from the inevitable tape worn and head lice, the skinny body grew into adulthood.

    The transition from child to adolescence wasn’t without trauma. Mary had little in the way of formal education, only attending the Nuns charity classes at irregular intervals. Her knowledge of bodily functions, menstruation or anything at all to do with the mechanics of sex was sketchy, gleaned only from dirty photographs that did the rounds and innuendous conversations that alluded to the function of sex.

    When her first period happened, she thought that her time was up, that God was punishing her for some misdemeanour. She thought she was going to die. It was a sister that noticed and tried to give her a quick biology lesson. Mary would rather have died than admit to her mother that she had a problem.

    Approaching her seventeenth birthday, Mary visited her eldest sister in the Mercy Hospital after she had given birth to her third child. Teresa was only a year and a half older than Mary, but had developed a worldly knowledge of things carnal at an early age. She was cursed with good looks and found she liked the attention of the opposite sex. They may have been sisters, but there was a world of difference between them.

    Mary had not inherited the striking eyes and hair, but looked dowdy, with mousy hair and a non-descript figure. It appealed to Tom, a porter at the hospital. Mary and Tom were married in a few months. All she had succeeded to do was replace her stern and often inebriated father with Tom who was also often inebriated and beat her for the smallest things.

    The beatings were never too harsh, a few bruises perhaps and once, a broken wrist when she had fallen, trying to protect her unborn child by instinctively putting out her hand and falling on top of it from the recoil of his slap. She fervently believed that God was still punishing her and would come up with any amount of sins to justify the harsh treatment. She must have deserved it, she reasoned, otherwise, why would it happen?

    By the time Eileen was six, Tom had gone, taken off with a woman from out of town. Last Mary heard, he was heading towards England. Stoically, she found fault with herself and raised the shutters in her mind. Her energies were spent entirely on Eileen and the child’s welfare.

    They lived in the council flat that was a breading ground for cockroaches and every manner of ailment that a close community can engender. Mary worked part time, filling shelves at the supermarket and earned what few pence more she could, taking in laundry. Eileen was clean, her clothes were always clean and she gained an education of sorts at the local comprehensive. They were only separated once, shortly before Tom left, never to return. Mary suffered a miscarried pregnancy that resulted in the need for her ovaries to be removed. Mary blamed herself for the problem and thought that Tom had every right to leave as he did.

    They managed to survive reasonably happily. Eileen grew into a striking young lady and then a beautiful teenager who found work and tried to ease the burden on her mother with a few pounds from her small wage.

    But it all changed one day, it was this that the priest had listened to, hardly daring to breathe while it poured out from this woman he had known since his childhood.

    Mary didn’t get to go on the supermarket checkouts too often because of her lack of schooling. Although the automatic reader totalled up the balance and electronically told her how much she should take and what change she should give, Mary still struggled to count the right money and often made mistakes. This day however, that was to change her life irrevocably. Mary was sat at the express lane for baskets only.

    She glanced at the customer, noticing only that he was male and his shopping was for one. He was unremarkable she processed his goods through the scanner, packed then into a carrier bag as she went. Took his money and offered the change. She would have instantly gone on to the next customer, but a rich vibrato voice informed her she had made a mistake and the hand that belonged to the voice was trying to return some coins that she had given. Mary began to fluster as she always did in these circumstances and in her panic, couldn’t find the key to open the cash drawer.

    Eventually, she fought for control of her senses and thanked him for his honesty while shutting the errant drawer. That was it really. Mary sat at the till for the rest of the day. Her unflattering light blue uniform covering her, with her hair savagely pulled back in a tight bun, unremarkable in her self and mostly unnoticeable to any observer.

    Mary had taken to allowing herself the luxury of a cafe latte on her way home. It was perhaps, the only luxury she did have. Her usual table was empty and her conversation with the serving girl was restricted to her request for the foamy beverage. Mary revelled in her private thoughts and was oblivious of the rest of the world as it went about its business.

    “Mind if I join you.” There was something familiar about the rich tenor of the voice, but Mary merely nodded her consent and didn’t look up.

    “Looks like rain again.” He remarked causally, “I don’t know when summer is going to start do you?”

    Mary looked up at the direct question and shook her head. She had never learned the niceties of conversation and preferred to stay quiet.

    “Ah! I almost didn’t recognise you. You’re the girl at the checkout aren’t you?” His smile creased his eyes and deepened the azure quality of the blue.

    Mary blushed furiously, remembering him now and then associating him with her error.

    “I…I’m sorry for the mistake.” Her tremulous voice was barely audible over the hubbub of the coffee shop and nervously, she wrung her hands in her lap below the level of the table and beyond his sight. Her own eyes remained downcast and she wished that the floor would open up and swallow her, whole.

    “Ah! No worries.” He said easily, “We all make them don’t we?”

    She caught the movement of his hands as he used them to emphasise his words. She flinched, thinking he was about to strike her, he noticed the involuntary spasm and dropped his hands so they lay flat on the table, he consciously kept them there.

    “I didn’t get you name.”

    “Mary.”

    “Well hello Mary, it is a pleasure to meet you.” She looked up sharply to see if he was making fun of her with condescension, but she met a pair of smiling eyes that, although creased with a smile, were not cruel in anyway. Her flush of anxiety was becoming one of something else and she started to fluster again.

    “Where does Mary come from I wonder?” His question could have been taken in a mocking sense, but his smile told otherwise. “And I wonder what Mary is like away from the Supermarket?”

    “I’m sure I don’t know.” She answered and then continued, “I have to go now.”

    “Ah! Now that is a shame so it is. Wouldn’t you stay for another and keep a lone man company?” He indicated her half empty coffee cup as he asked the question.

    Mary was mortified. Her total experience of men talking to her was her father, usually angry; her husband, also angry and usually drunk; her priest and the doctor, but him, only when she absolutely had to go. The Manager at the supermarket rarely said more than one or two words and that was it for verbal contact with the male of the species. She rushed from the table, colliding with the next in her haste to get away and leaving behind, a carrier bag with that night’s dinner and a bemused man who wondered what on earth had gotten into the woman.

    That night, as she lay in her bed, covered from head to toe in a flannelette nightgown and blankets pulled up to her chin, Mary dreamed. She dreamed of this stranger and in a completely na? innocence, dreamt of his holding her in his arms, warm and protective. Sex was not part of her subconscious; it was an event that had happened on a few occasions when Tom stank of Guinness or whiskey. It had resulted in her lovely daughter and the removal of her ability to have children. Sex had never been a joyous explosion of feelings and nerve jangling climaxes. Sex was a sordid and shameful subject, only to be done to create a child. That was why Tom was right to leave. She couldn’t give him children. It was all her fault.

    “Hail Mary Mother of god…” Even in her sleep, Mary was completely subjugate to her religion and fervently believed herself to be the most loathsome woman ever to have disgraced his garden.

    But, a seed of doubt had been sown. Someone had taken enough interest in her to talk and make an acquaintance.

    They saw each other once or twice over the next few days. He bought her a coffee and she returned the compliment the very next time, not wanting to be beholding to anyone. Their conversation was more than a little stinted. Mary couldn’t find the ways to articulate, unused to describing herself or her life, believing them to be uninteresting. She would rather have sat there, listening to him tell her of his travels around the world as a sailor in the Merchant Navy. Whole vistas of unimaginable scenes flowed around her mind as his narrative enticed and lured her out of her mundane and urban life to the tropics and the Far East.

    Mary found herself looking critically in her bedroom mirror and realised that she was nothing at all to look at. Her clothing, although clean, was not fashionable in any century she knew of. She threw her blouse, skirt and underwear to the floor in disgust and then, hesitantly, looked critically at her naked body for the first time in her life.

    Looking back at her was a slightly built woman, obviously approaching her forties, but had not been ruined by constant childbirth. Her hair, always a constant source of annoyance, was still pulled back and tightly wound into her normal bun. Mary pulled the pins and allowed her hair to cascade; pleased with the way it fell to below her shoulder blades and waved in natural curves. The mousy colour had deepened into a chestnut that had a rich lustre about it. She could hardly believe that it was her hair and was amazed at its length and vibrancy of colour. The only time it was unwound was when she washed it. Then, while wet, it appeared to be black and lank.

    She skipped her face, not wanting to be too critical in her appraisal and looked at her breasts, noticing for the first time in her life, that the left one was slightly smaller than the right, but not too noticeably. Her bra size had remained the same since her wedding, 34 B cup. It was a good size she thought.

    Her stomach was still quite firm and flat. You had to really look hard to see any stretch marks. She noticed a dark brown mole on her left hip and wondered when that had happened.

    Mary’s pubic area had a lush growth of hair, darker than her head that formed an almost perfect triangle, with slightly curved sides. She spent little time admiring that part of her body, but travelled to her legs. They were good legs by any one’s reckoning. The skin was flawless and almost transparent in whiteness. Her musculature was clearly visible beneath the taut covering. Only a few hairs grew below her knee. Mary hated her feet. It was one of those irrational hatreds women have of their anatomy. With Mary, it was her feet. Apart from her hands, her feet were the only part of her body she had studied at any time.

    All in all though, not a bad package she thought. She turned this way and that, trying to see what her behind looked like and marvelled in the swish of her hair as she turned and twisted.

    Then Mary asked the reflection looking back at her. Why am I standing here admiring myself? What am I looking at? She didn’t know the answer to either question and in her naivety, she was not aware that she was in preparation for a sexual encounter and was merely checking out the validity of what she was offering.

    She looked at her legs again, remembering the only time she had worn a short skirt. She had only got to the foot of the stairs when her father screamed at her and tore the clothes from her back, repeating over and over as he beat her. Ye harlot ye, I’ll learn yeah, ye harlot and Jezebel. It took Mary several years more to find out what a harlot was and who Jezebel was supposed to be. That was one thing she never forgave her father for. The beatings she thought she deserved, but never to be called anything like that.

    Mary dressed in her usual black or dark brown shapeless dress and cinched it together with a plastic belt effectively hiding any allure she might have had. But, she left her hair down.

    A few days later, she met him again. Her confidence grew in exponential increments with every encounter. She was still to talk about herself and still did not know his name.

    “Mary…” He had a way of saying her name that made it sound like the most beautiful word in the language. “Mary, I have sat here and told you al about me and not once have I asked you anything about you. Are you married? Where do you live? Do you have brothers, sisters anything or anything and everything?”

    “You might have told me so much about you, but you never have told me your name.”

    “Oh Bejayzus!” He threw his hands up and almost fell over backwards off the stools they were sitting on. Mary smiled at his actions and blushed at his profanity of the Lord’s name.

    “So I haven’t. It’s Michael, Michael Donnelly and very pleased it is to be meeting witch yeah.” He lapsed into an Irish drogue that sounded peculiar from an Irishman and had Mary laughing fit to bust before she realised the spectacle she was making of herself and quickly brought herself under control.

    “Ah Mary, Mary, that is a grand smile you be having there, ‘tis a shame to be hiding it.” His eyes danced in merriment and Mary felt her heart lurch.

    Somehow, they sat there for an hour while she told him of her life to this point. He listened and made no comments while she spoke, just the occasional shake of his head, as if in disbelief. Mary talked and talked until she realised the time.

    “Oh Mercy!” She wailed through her fingers as they covered her mouth in shock. Eileen will be after killing me or ringing the hospitals. I have to go home. She jumped up, spilling an empty coffee cup as her thigh caught the edge of the table. She grabbed her bags and was on the point of flight.

    “I’ll drive you.” He said it simply, but in a voice that was not about to take no for an answer.

    “I…I Couldn’t.” She protested weakly, but it was already settled as he relieved her of her bags and guided her to the exit and his car waiting in the parking zone.

    She directed him and observed the casual ease with which he negotiated the evening traffic. She also took the opportunity to appraise his form, features and body.

    She guessed him to be a few years older than her. His years at sea had ingrained lines into his face, but wasn’t detrimental to the whole aspect. His black hair was swept back off his forehead was in need of cutting and flicked up at the nape of his neck.

    His open necked sport shirt showed his torso to be quite well built, certainly not ‘He Man’, but well proportioned and powerful. His slacks gave nothing away, but were neatly pressed and clean. Mary liked his teeth. They had whiteness to them and uniformity rarely seen. She also liked his mouth; the expressive quirks and full lips did things to her imagination.
    Mary noticed her curtains twitch as she and Michael ascended the stone stairs to her front door. He carried the bags and then left her with a cheery wave and a private smile that passed between them.

    Eileen fairly gushed as her mother shut the door in an obvious reflective state of mind. Demanding to know who the Hunk, as she put it, was and where did she know him from. Mary fended off the inquisition and prepared dinner in a distracted vortex of mangled thought.

    She found herself preening, something she had never done before, but there she was, in front of the mirror, preening and primping her hair.

    They continued to meet at the coffee shop. Daily, easily chatting and talking, getting to know each other until, one particular, memorable Friday. This Friday was different because Michael asked her out.

    “Perhaps we could go to the pictures, dancing or how about a meal?” He asked; Mary accepted with out hesitation, but then, immediately after her acceptance, the doubts crowded in.

    What would she wear? How did you go on a date? She began to panic again and left hurriedly to the safe domain of the flat. Eileen proved to be invaluable, calming and then knowledgeable. Secretly, she was thrilled for her mother and pulled out all the stops. Although Mary couldn’t really afford it, they went clothes shopping, a first of many firsts to come. Mary ceded to Eileen’s dress sense and at the end of the wearying excursion, had to admit that her purchases looked fantastic on her.

    Just before the appointed time of Michael picking her up; Mary cast an appreciative glance and twirl over her ensemble. She would never in her life, have picked out pastel colours, but had to agree that the subtle shades and fineness of the materials accentuated her figure and highlighted her hair. Another first was the introduction of makeup. Mary had never once worn anything on her face apart from a bruise. Eileen once again, worked a magic that even Mary had to admit, looked absolutely perfect.

    Michael arrived punctually and waited in the living room while Mary touched up and preened with Eileen in attendance. Then, together they entered the living room and faced Him, One young girl presenting her prodigy for inspection, the other a middle-aged woman who was feeling very young and more nervous than she had ever been in her life. This was it, a first step on a path that she could have no idea of its destination.

    Michael smiled that winning smile that lit his eyes as he turned from the mantelpiece.

    “OH! I must be in the wrong house, I thought Mary lived here, but I must be wrong.” His teasing pleased Eileen and produced a playful punch from her to his arm.

    “Mary, you look stunning.” The simplicity of his comment and the sincerity with which it was delivered went straight to her heart. If she wasn’t in love before with this man, she was now and she liked the feeling. “Shall we go?” He offered his arm and they left to go to the movies.

    Mary couldn’t remember the film; the actors or the plot, so wrapped in the attentions of Michael was she, that any peripheral stimulation was ignored. The film finished and they filed out into the cool night air. It must have rained, but she didn’t notice. They had a drink in a local bar and then decided to go home to Mary’s flat for a coffee.

    They climbed the stone steps and Mary fished around in her purse for the keys. Eventually, she found them and began to unlock the door. Michael grasped her lightly, but firmly enough to turn her around to face him. Instinctively, she lifted her eyes to see what he intended and realised that he was going to kiss her.

    It was a tender brush of lips, the first act of passion she had ever had and a moment that burned into her memory for always.

    “I have wanted to do that for a long time Mary.” Michael breathed into her ear as he gently held her in his arms. Then he kissed her again, parting his lips, Mary responded and felt his tongue run across her teeth. Her knees very nearly gave way as her heart raced and thumped in her breast.

    She had to break it off in case she feinted and turned to open the door.

    “Goodnight Mary. Thank you for the evening.” He was turning to go, but Mary almost squeaked her plea for him to come in for the promised coffee.

    She put the kettle on the gas ring and scooted Eileen out who was lurking in the kitchen, eager to hear all that had happened on the night out. Tactfully, she withdrew to her bedroom when she learned that Michael was sitting in the front room.

    After the coffee, they sat silently side by side on the settee, contemplating what was next. They had shared a first kiss, for Mary, her first real kiss. She didn’t know what came next because sex had only been for the procreation of children or the gratification of her husband.

    Michael took her hand in his and twisted towards her. He could see the confusion running across her face like print on a page. She looked like a stricken mouse at the mercy of a cat.

    “Mary, I would love to make love to you, but, knowing what has gone before, would prefer to wait, if that is what you want. I think you are an absolutely fantastic woman, so beautiful and I am falling in love with you and don’t want to spoil anything between us.”

    Mary silently rose from the settee and wordlessly dragged him to the door and then up to her bedroom. It looked to be a confident action, but was far from confident. She thought she would stop breathing and couldn’t swallow her heart that felt like a lump in her throat. She couldn’t have spoken, even if she had known what to say. Although she had no experience of the act of love, she thought that the privacy of her bedroom should be the place for whatever happened next.

    He quietly closed the bedroom door and stood face to face beside the bed and kissed her again, gently on her lips with her face between his hands. He could feel her heart tripping against his chest and the trembling of her nerve wracked body. He took things slowly, kissing and licking her lips while he stroked the small of her back in a soothing massage. Gradually, she settled down and controlled her breathing.

    His next move raised her heart rate again until it was almost painful. His fingers found the first button of her blouse and pried it through the buttonhole, then, the next down was undone revealing the tops of her heaving breasts.

    He kissed her throat and neck, all the time massaging her lower back and manipulating the next button down and the next until the blouse fell open. Her new white bra was all that was between his hand and her untouched flesh. Somehow, the massage to her lower back was keeping her upright; her knees had long since given up the unequal struggle of supporting her.

    She heard rather than felt the zipper of her new skirt undo and the lined skirt fell in a halo around her ankles. Her semi-nakedness felt right, but she couldn’t help the self-conscious trepidation, would he like what he saw? She needn’t have worried, because Michael’s jaw almost dropped open before he gathered his wits enough to exclaim.

    “Mary, you are beautiful. My god, but you are beautiful.”

    He took his shirt off, baring his broad chest and muscular arms. Gently, he took her shoulders and guided her so that they lay together on the bed, side by side.

    After a short, but unhurried while, they lay, holding each other naked, face-to-face and side-by-side. He had taken an age to remove her underwear, almost treating her like a precious object. He kissed her and Mary kissed him back. Her hands explored his skin, traversed his chest and held him close in an embrace of love. She could feel his cock, hardened, pressing against her lower abdomen and knew, at a primal level that she wanted him inside her, wanted to feel the strength of his manhood spreading her from the inside. She wanted his seed and wanted his love.

    His gentle hands felt her breast, slowly circulating her nipple, causing it to pucker and harden under his palm. She caught her breath and cried out a little as she mini-orgasmed. His lips found her other nipple and drew the hard nub into his mouth and suckled. She grasped the back of his head and forced his face down in her desperation to feel the intense pleasure his ministrations were causing.

    His fingers played her skin, tracing curves and following the contours of her body sending shivers across her body in tidal waves of mounting pressure that needed a release. Her own questing hands, found his buttocks and grasped in a strong grip, pulling his body into hers as if they would meld into one flesh.

    He found her mons and gently pulled her hairs in a teasing circular winding around his fingers. It was almost too much for her; she arched her back and then thrust her hips upward. His kisses followed the trail his fingers had traced until his warm breath wafted over her pubic hair in a susurration of heated breeze.

    He kissed her mound and flicked his tongue over her rapidly hardening clit. It had never been touched before in anything like an erotic manner. The explosion in her brain was electric and a gasp tore from her throat.

    They made love unhurriedly. He made everything he did a special event. His first thrust into her soaked pussy was a slow delivery of his muscle in an exploratory incision to prepare her for the next slow thrust. She felt every vein of his cock as it slid into her tight pussy and the slowness was an excruciating invasion of her inner self. Mary, who had never touched herself, believing it to be a sin and dirty, suddenly found a realm of feelings in her world that she had never before explored.

    Unashamedly, she came and gushed her lubricant over his cock and hair while he pressed forwards again, burying himself into her. Instinctively, her knees came up and then wrapped around his waist, allowing him an uninterrupted entry to her very deepest parts.

    In minute increments, he increased his pace, withdrawing almost all of the way and then pushing his powerful muscle into her waiting body. Imperceptively, he managed to increase his depth until his balls met the resistance of her upturned anus. He was as deep as his cock would go and he knew his own climax was not very far away.

    “You are so beautiful,” He breathed into her ear and then, repeated it again and again, in time with his thrusting until, he exploded inside her. His teeth clenched and his hands drew into tight fists as the spasms rocked him and her inner muscles milked his seed from him in a primeval hunger.

    Sweat soaked, they lay enjoined and revelled in the act of love they had just shared. Mary clasped him to her breast, feeling the tiny receding shudders of his after shocks and spasms, thinking that she had never felt anything quite as beautiful as this moment; her lover still joined and twitching inside her, his seed seeping from her and trickling over her anus, her own heart pumping and slowing into a regulated rhythm.

    Mary’s world had just expanded and she knew that this was her embarkation on a journey to some end, far in the future.

    “I love you.” She told him needlessly. “I want to experience it all, explore the whole thing and please you. Help me in this Michael, please?

    In her room, Eileen had listened to the actions of their lovemaking and rejoiced in her mother’s pleasure. Her own orgasm had come long before theirs and included the application of her best friend, as she called the big black vibrator she kept hidden in a shoe box under the bed.

    The three slept in contentment, separate in their thoughts but joined in satiation.

    Chapter two continues Mary’s sexual awakening.

    Bless me Father for I have sinned….

    Exploration

    The change in Mary was remarkable and eminently noticeable. From being the shy diminutive figure, frightened of her own shadow and scared stiff of conflict and confrontation, she had become a confident and assertive woman.

    She faced the daily challenge of her limited education and overcame her painful lack of social graces. She had a voice and an opinion and was quite prepared to use them. All it had taken to awaken her inner strength had been a reciprocal love and Michael provided that.

    A bi-product of her newly attained persona was a hitherto, never experienced interest from the opposite sex.

    In her job at the Supermarket, she often came into contact with members of the public and, instead of shrinking and wilting before their questioning eyes, she looked up and faced them as an equal. Men, for some reason, find an assertive woman irresistible. Mary had the looks, which helped, but now, instead of hiding in a non-descript uniform, she openly advertised her body. Not in any overt way, but just by standing up and facing people with her chest and chin up.

    Mary had also changed her hair style, allowing her luxuriant locks to flow and frame her face instead of being savagely pulled back and wound into a tight bun.

    What had really changed in Mary though, beyond anything else, were her sense of self and an awareness of her sexuality. She exploited the situation mercilessly and was not beyond enticement to gain an advantage. Her Manager stood little chance when she asked for a raise. Somehow, inadvertently, a button or two of her blouse had popped open just before she entered his office. Although she didn’t have large breasts, the well fitted wonder bra created a cleavage that he could hardly take his eyes from. It was her tits that scored the raise, and what’s more, she knew it and didn’t care.

    She later told Michael and laughed as she described Mister Bingleys eyes almost popping out of his head as she leaned forward and almost had a popping out of her own.

    She and Michael were now, a very definite couple. Three months had passed during which, he had moved in and brought all of his better quality furniture and his companion Defor. Defor, not an original thought process to come up with a name for a pet perhaps, but it worked.

    Defor dog, was an adolescent Labrador who liked nothing more than resting before embarking on a prolonged rest period, followed by sleep. Mary’s remark that he should have been called cushion had Michael laughing too hard, ending up in a fit of coughing.

    In the three months, Mary had learned of just about every possible position in which to make love. Given the limitations of their middle-aged bodies, they managed a fair proportion of the Karma-Sutra and even invented their own adaptations of the graphics.

    Their lovemaking was sometimes frantic, tearing clothing off of bodies in desperation to get naked. Sometimes it was slow and careful, with caresses and tenderness. Other times, it was a more functional method of Mary learning techniques and what it was that got her engine running. They were not quite so choosey about location either. Whenever the fancy took, then the place seemed not to matter too much. Mary’s inhibitions had all evaporated after a few days of Michael’s consuming passion.

    Mary considered one of their sessions a little kinky though. He had visited her at work to share lunch. They ended up in the stock room with her sitting on a produce shelf while he fucked her into the dexion racking. Afterward, she pulled her briefs back up and had his semen collecting and drying in the gusset for the rest of the day. By the time he got home from work, she was so rampant that he didn’t even get the chance to put his keys on the hook, before she had stripped him and was sucking his juices out through his cock.

    They had settled into a comfortable, although sexually charged, partnership. Each had no doubt of the others feelings and had no qualms in telling each other, just how much they loved. The whole world could know as far as they were concerned and anyone who knew them was left under no uncertainty. These two lovers had discovered their soul mate.

    They had been watching a mildly erotic television play. The plot was about an older professor who was wrecking his marriage and career over a liaison with a student. Some of the scenes were quite graphic and included a scene of two men and the young student. It sparked an interest in Mary, but she didn’t say anything until much later, choosing the moment as Michael was shuddering his orgasm between her legs.

    “I want to watch a porn film.” She announced. “I want to watch a porn film with sex, in all its forms. I want to experience the pleasure I know you get, from seeing films of sex.” She left the statement hanging in the heated air between them while Michael heaved his body off of her and lay panting from the recent exertion.

    The air cooled as he laid next to her, thinking about what she had said. For once, he felt an uncertainty and wondered what kind of sleeping leviathan he had awoken. It was an exciting development, but he felt uncertain of her motives. It was a typical male ego trip, thinking pornography to be a singularly male trait. Mary telling him that she wanted to watch actors’ screw each other undermined his masculinity and also made him question whether he was enough for her.

    Mary felt his trepidation, but allowed him to stew on it for a while as she enjoyed the feeling of his seed as it seeped from her body and pooled between her cheeks.

    Their sex had been a revelation to Mary. For the first time in her life, she had discovered that it was a pleasurable experience and a wonderful way of expressing love. She gave her heart every time and was rewarded with his gratitude, consideration and love. Mary had found an outlet for pent up frustration, although she had no idea what it was she had missed until Michael turned up. Now, she positively anticipated his homecoming or the next chance they had to couple and mate.

    There had to be more though. They had tried so many positions with varying amounts of success, but Michael was always the instigator of what they did and how. She loved the feeling of his tongue as it lapped her moistened sex and his sucking her clit into his mouth, drove her mad. But, it was always Michael giving her pleasure and her taking it. In a small way, it was a subjugation caused by her inexperience and naivety. She had had his cock in her mouth, but it was usually at his guidance and only as a prelude to sex. She wanted to taste him, wanted to feel his cock explode in her mouth. Mary knew that it was only his way of loving her and being gentle with her blossoming sexual repertoire.

    One way to learn was to observe the professionals and the antics they got up to. Mary knew of pornography, although she had never seen any, but she knew of its existence and decided that it would be her passport to a sexual freedom and emancipation.

    “Michael.” She began softly. “I love you with all my heart. Surely you must know this? But, I want to be able to do more and in learning, broaden our horizons. Porn films are merely a method of learning through visual stimulation. You have nothing to fear my love I will never do anything to spoil what we have.” She turned into his arms, and soon was sleeping the sleep of the satiated.

    Several borrowed and rented films later, Mary had watched as many suck and fuck films, as she wanted. On many occasions, they experimented and learned even more about each other’s bodies. She found that she liked the taste of Michael in her mouth, but really got turned on when she sucked him until he was just about to cum, then take him from her mouth and rub him while she knelt facing him and frigged herself, until his seed spurted onto her waiting and willing tongue from as far away as possible without losing it. His reaction as she made a show of swallowing his fluids tipped her over the edge.

    She also found that anal sex in limited amounts got her so hot that when he did eventually enter her vagina, her orgasm would flow over her in crashing waves and leave her almost bereft of will.

    They had gone out and chosen a vibrator. A flesh coloured twisting cock that often joined Michael in her body. She especially liked it if he fucked her with it while she sucked his penis, imagining that she had two lovers. Once, they had tried it as a sandwich, the vibrator in her cunt while he fucked her arse. It was okay, but the pressure on the dividing membrane soon made it uncomfortable. She also used it on occasion when he was out at work while she was watching sex films on video.

    The films fuelled her imagination. Instead of feeling revulsion as a woman sucked another in a lesbian clinch, she wondered what it would be like and felt what was becoming a familiar heat in her belly. She also wondered what it would be like to have two men at the same time one fucking her cunt while the other fucked her face. The idea of being tied and ‘mock forced’, also intrigued her. Mary almost ached to have these experiences, but couldn’t be sure that Michael would allow it. Somehow, she was going to have to engineer an opportunity to broach the subject.

    It came one day, from an unexpected angle. They had gone away for the weekend to visit his parents, leaving the flat to Eileen and her boyfriend. The weather was foul as they drove around the motorway and then the car sputtered to a halt with steam pouring out from under the bonnet. The rescue services towed them back to Enniskillen and pronounced the car ready for the scrap heap. Michael was heart broken; he had had the car since college days, but admitted that it probably was beyond its useful life.

    Silently, they entered the flat and went to the kitchen to make tea. Mary heard Eileen sobbing in the front room her motherly concern was immediately aroused. She left Michael to the kettle and went to find out what was wrong.

    Eileen was sitting on one of the settees, a pile of tissues around her drawn up legs. It was obvious that something had gone wrong with the boyfriend and he had gone.

    Mary comforted Eileen, taking her into her arms and rocking the grief stricken girl. She glanced at the silent television and was mildly surprised to see that a porn film was playing on the VCR. She took no notice for a moment and comforted Eileen who was beginning to settle down.

    Michael brought in three mugs of tea on a tray and set it down on the coffee table. Then he gasped as he spotted the scenes on the video. Mary, who looked to see what he was looking at, noticed his sharp intake of breath. In full view was Eileen with her boyfriend buried into her shaven cunt. It was obvious from the scenes that it had been shot in the room they now occupied. Then the digital Eileen sucked the quite large cock and deep throated him to orgasm.

    Neither Michael nor Mary said anything or moved. They were stunned into watching the scene as it unfolded before them until Eileen realised their stillness and silence. Then she realised what had so transfixed them and rushed up to switch it off. They had seen enough to have nothing left to imagination.

    “Um, where did you get the camera?” It was Mary that broke the spell. “Was that Martin on the film?” Keep it natural and calm, she thought to herself. Eileen was going to be embarrassed enough and it didn’t need any histrionics from her to make it worse.

    Eileen told them how she had borrowed the camera from College. She and Martin had been dating for a few years and had been sexually active since her eighteenth year. At nineteen, she thought they would marry, but tonight’s revelation had destroyed that in a sword like cut. Martin had been selling copies of the film to his mates and had found someone else who he considered, was less of a slut, to go out with.

    “Mum, I ain’t a slut; Martin is the only man I have ever had sex with or even wanted, but he has killed that in one swipe. Making this film was his idea, had I known he was going to let his mates see it, I would never have agreed.”

    She wailed again and collapsed into her mother’s arms while she sobbed.

    When she had settled sometime later, they talked about her life and how she figured in their life.

    “We love you baby and you belong here with us, screw Martin.” The conversation drifted on until Mary said, in innocence.

    “I wish we had done that with a camera. You looked so hot Baby and seeing you swallow him so deeply, just about tipped me over.”

    “Really? You liked watching me on film?”

    “You bet.” Mary felt the familiar heat in her loins and tried to control it.

    Michael sat silently with his head twisting from side to side as the conversation passed from Mother to daughter. He looked like he was watching tennis and following the ball.

    “Well, let’s all watch it then. Fuck it, everyone else has seen it, so why not us.” Eileen savagely hit the rewind button and then play.

    The scenes on the screen showed that Eileen was something of a sexual athlete, getting into almost contortionist bends as Martins cock pounded into her shaved cunt.

    “You keep it shaved?” Mary asked quietly

    “Mmm yes, see?”

    Mary looked at where her daughter had pulled up her skirt to reveal her naked mound. Without a second thought, Mary jumped up from beside her daughter on the settee and knelt on the floor between her slightly parted knees. Placing a hand on either leg, she pried open Eileen’s legs and clamped her mouth over the hairless clit, sucking it into her mouth as Michael did to her.

    “Oh! God!” Eileen gasped and shifted her self forward to allow a better access to her cunt. Mary’s tongue went to work, just as she had seen on the many films she had watched and how she like Michael to do to her. She pried open her daughters lips with two fingers and then pushed them inside, feeling the silken folds envelope her wriggling fingers in a hungry embrace.

    It didn’t take long before she shot her amber cum straight into Mary’s mouth and then the aftershocks caused her to twitch in lessening spasms. She looked up and saw her Mothers lover, spell bound and transfixed by the scene. Eileen smiled at him as if it were her permission; he started to undress until he was naked with a raging hard on.

    Mary shucked of her clothes and helped Eileen divest herself of her skirt, blouse and panties. The coffee table was shoved across the room to create space. Then, Mary lay on her back with her knees drawn up and parted. Her heart thumped as adrenalin coursed through her veins. At last, she would experience one of her fantasies, it mattered not one whit, that the other woman was her daughter. In fact, it was better to keep it in the family.

    Michael knelt beside her and lifted her head, tilting it to one side so that she could get his raging cock in her mouth while Eileen nipped and suckled Mary’s Nipples.

    A finger slapped wetly against Mary’s clit. Not painfully, but with enough force to make her jump from the sudden violation. In her involuntary jump, her mouth opened and Michael’s cock entered her throat, deeper than he had ever gone before. Then, a full slap hit her in the same place and sounded loudly in a wet resounding splat.

    “I really like that. Do you?” Eileen was merciless in her slapping, each strike of her hand sending shock waves up to Mary’s neural receptors. Each strike forced Michael deeper into her, making breathing difficult until she regulated the filing of her throat and the desire to breath with the slap of Eileen’s hand. Her cunt was on fire, tingling and burning with desire and anticipation of the next blow.

    Eileen shifted and planted a kiss on Mary’s fur covered mound. The touch of lips to her blood engorged and supersensitive lips was electric. She arched her back and then, in a reversal of movement, forced her hips upward to meet Eileen’s mouth.

    Lips found Mary’s raging clit and sucked it into her mouth, flicking an expert tongue over the hardened nub of desire. A massive orgasm crashed through Mary, only to be quickly quelled with several fingers pushed forcefully into her vagina. The fingers worked her, quickly finding her g spot and causing her to gasp around the base of Michael’s cock. She couldn’t keep him as deep and pulled her head back. He sensed her need for relief and gently laid her head to the carpeted floor.

    Kneeling between her opened thighs, he pressed his cock head against her anal entrance while Eileen kissed her mothers mouth, forcing her tongue between the opened lips. He pressed forward and passed her sphincter and began to fuck her arse in a rocking motion. Eileen smacked her mother’s clit once more, which forced her hips up and Michael to delve deep into her tight passage. Their combined attentions had her cumming in waves of passion that seemed endless. She could take no more and began to collapse.

    Michael withdrew from her and would have been content to wank his orgasm and spill his seed over her tits, but Eileen had other ideas. Her engaging mouth closed around his soiled head and then, dived onto his cock, burying him to the hilt in her warm mouth. He could not control his reaction and shot his load to the back of Eileen’s throat. She swallowed and smiled at him.

    They slept together, wrapped in a tangle of arms and legs, replete in their excesses and united in shared love.

    It was the first night of several over the next few months. They videoed one or two of their exploits for viewing when just relaxing.

    Chapter Three will complete Mary’s emancipation.

    Bless me Father for I have sinned….

    Fulfilment. The end of a journey.

    In the months since Michael had moved in, Defor had grown from an adolescent puppy into a fully-grown tub of lard. His liking for doing nothing at all and then sleeping like he had run a marathon afterwards, was taking a toll on his weight. Labrador’s are not noted for there boundless energy, being more like a mobile fur rug most of the time, but Defor was a prize couch potato.

    The weight gain was beginning to cause some concern. Breathing for the dog had become laboured where fat restricted the ability to expand his chest properly and so, put pressure on his lungs.

    The Vet was adamant that Defor had to go on a diet, but not only that, an exercise regime to get some of the excess fat off of his frame and perhaps, prolong his life.

    It fell to Mary to take the pooch out in the evenings. His food changed from the usual tinned processed fatty mush, to dry protein and fibre mix, tripe and cereal foodstuffs. At first, he turned his nose away and refused to eat the stuff, but when hunger eventually over rode his distaste, he managed to woof it down and even tried to boost some more. Mary’s resolve didn’t waver one bit. She measured out the correct amount and not an ounce more.

    At first, their walks just took in the local park, just a gentle stroll around the grassed area. It took less than twenty minutes, but as his weight dropped, so his energy levels increased and they went further, wondering over into the wooded section at the back of the park.

    Defor must have privately liked his owner’s girlfriend, even though she was half starving him and dragging him around this insane track. He must have liked her because he nearly chewed a would-be attacker to death one day.

    The scruffily dressed guy jumped out of the bushes and grabbed Mary. She screamed and started to struggle and flail at him. Defor, who was quite some distance off, heard the commotion and came running to investigate. The scene that he saw as he rounded a tree was of his mistress struggling with a stranger who was trying his best to rip her fur off. She was alpha female as far as he was concerned and, in a primeval regression towards instinct and the pack creed, he attacked the stranger.

    Clothing and the guy’s blood flew before he ran away screaming blue murder. He would be nursing several deep cuts to his arms and legs. At least one was serious enough to need medical attention.

    Mary hugged Defor in relief and thankfulness for his timely intervention. She sat on the damp grass, holding the dog, crying while her adrenalin leached away and the shivers stopped. In those moments together, alone in the park, Defor and Mary formed a bond that, up to now had only been a casual acceptance of each other.

    Gradually, Mary calmed down and gathered her wits together, giving Defor a final hug, before returning to their home. Mary told Michael what had happened and how Defor had come to her rescue. The police, who they called later that day, found nothing and the event lapsed into history, but the bond between Mary and the dog deepened until one crucial day. Mary was recovering from a bout of flu, which had kept her at home for a week; she had overcome the worst effects a few days earlier.

    Feeling much better and very horny, Mary was reviewing some of the old videos they had made of sessions with Michael, Eileen and herself. She hadn’t looked at them for some time and was really getting into the scenes running before her on the screen.

    Almost absent mindedly, she had pulled her panties to one side and had a finger rubbing her clit. She was hot and extremely wet, but an orgasm was some way off. Her mind was completely intent on the erotic scenes. She didn’t notice that Defor had come into the room and was watching her with his head cocked to one side.

    The video came to an end with a scene, where Michael pulled out of her pussy having shot a load inside her. It was a close up of his semen, leaking out between her swollen lips, to run over her hooded clit and drip, drop by drop into Eileen’s mouth and then into her throat. Mary believed it to be one of the hottest closing scenes they had ever made. It was enough to tip her over the edge and, in a determined effort, she manipulated her clit with one hand, tweaking the throbbing bud, while pushing three fingers of her other hand into her soaked pussy. Her orgasm was building fast and breath became a ragged gasp in an effort to increase the oxygen in her blood stream. Suddenly, a cold nose had joined her fingers and then, a hot tongue lashed across her lips and clit in a long single swipe.

    Shock registered in Mary’s already enhanced and heightened senses. Her immediate reaction was to clamp her legs shut and jump backwards into the settee. Defor remained exactly where he stood, wagging his tail and licking his muzzle. His dark eyebrows where raised in a comically quizzical expression as if he was thinking, damn! That tasted good, what was it?

    His expression had Mary laughing when she realised what had joined her fingers. She grasped his ears in a playful wrestle and told him he was a naughty dog. Defor’s eyebrows only raised slightly more, further exasperating Mary. In fits of giggles, she collapsed in a heap on the floor while Defor stood over her perplexed by her actions.

    He did what any subservient dog would do and licked Mary’s cheek. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him in a tight embrace. He licked her again and then licked her open mouth, his tongue passing between her lips and teeth in an act of complete trust and devotion.

    Mary however, was instantly galvanised into a bout of elevated sexual tension and eroticism. She imagined what it would look like, her on her back with her clothing in disarray and a dogs tongue stuck down her throat. She gently sucked his broad tongue and returned the gesture, running her tongue over his canine teeth and flicking the side of his tongue. His breath smelled sweet and was hot. Breathless, she had to stop, needing cool air for a moment to revive a little and pulled away from his mouth.

    “Did you like the taste of Mary, Defor?” His ears perked up at the sound of his name and he wagged his tail a little.

    “Want to have another go?” Mary had overcome the initial shock and in the millisecond it takes to recognise and assess a situation, Mary had decided that she enjoyed the memory of Defor’s tongue on her exposed cunt and very much wanted it there again for an extended period.

    She raised her hips and pulled her skirt up over her stomach, revealing her panty covered, but otherwise shaved mons. Her fingers pulled the wet, delicate fabric to one side so that the thin gusset rested in the fold of her inner thigh and pussy lip. She patted her soaking lips, encouraging the dog to approach and use his tongue again. Defor didn’t respond at first, just stood over her, wagging his tail. Then, as if teasing her, he lowered his nose slowly and sniffed her excretions before flicking out his tongue in an experimental taste.

    Mary’s legs flew apart as if thrown by an unseen assailant. Her lips parted, exposing her sex to the dogs questing tongue. Defor stepped over her out stretched leg so that he was between her raised knees. The change of position allowed him access to her sweet smelling inner self and the centre of her pheromone producing attraction. He crouched a little and rewarded her with a long, languid rasp of his tongue that started at her anus and finished past her exposed clit.

    The effect was surprising to both of them. To Mary, it was like a bolt of electricity, which caused her to scream suddenly. Defor jumped back in a fluid motion, skittish from her outburst and frightened he was about to be hit.

    “Again my lover.” She demanded. Mary patted her sex again and resolved to control her reactions. It took a few minutes before the dog plucked up the courage to return to her. His olfactory senses picking up her pheromone charged scent and overcoming his reluctance. He licked her again, this time Mary managed to only gasp as his magic worked almost instantaneously.

    Defor settled into a comfortable crouch and applied his tongue and nose, enjoying the heat and taste of his mistress. Mary was by now, thrashing her head from side to side with her hands drawn into fists that pounded the floor while orgasm, after mounting orgasm, rippled through her nervous system and adding to her impending, crashing ejaculation.

    Her cum hit Defor squarely in his nose, making him sneeze. It gave Mary a brief respite and time to collect her scrambled wits. She sat, leaning back on straight arms, her palms flat on the carpeted floor. The woman and the dog regarded each other in a long stare, neither able to read the others thoughts, but both sharing an excitement, neither had experienced before. It was a moment in which so much is promised; information passes between the partners and a moment when, an unspoken understanding is forged. It was a frozen tableau in time, of complete unification and realisation of each other’s intent.

    “Oh Defor, that was fantastic.” Mary’s words were unintelligible to the dog, but he picked up the cadence of her voice and knew he had pleased her. Being a dog, he thought to please her some more, but Mary pushed him away, waiting to get her self under control and her heart to return to a more normal level. She petted him and stroked the shivering dog.

    “What’s the matter?” She asked him, noticing his state of excitement. She ran her hands over his shoulders in a soothing massage without much effect. Then the notion to give him some of what he had her struck Mary. Carefully, so that she didn’t spook him, her hands travelled towards his cock in circular rubbing motions. He seemed to enjoy the sensation and even accepted her light grasp of his sheathed penis when she eventually reached it.

    Mary gently stroked his cock through the sheath and was rewarded with the sight of his tip poking out, soon to be followed by the whole purple veined organ. His size came as a bit of a surprise to Mary. She had never really looked at him before. Something like eight inches was now protruding from the furry sheath, much thicker than Michael and finishing in a chisel shaped point.

    Mary spat saliva onto her fingers and slowly stroked his throbbing tool. In a short space of time, Defor was bucking his hips as if fucking a bitch. Precum seeped from the sharp tip and lubricated Mary’s fingers, helping him to slide easily through her encircling fingers.

    The urge to taste him crashed into her mind in an explosion of possibilities and ideas. With little forethought, She sucked his tip between her lips and then as much of him as she could into her mouth. Defor thrust suddenly from the warmth of her mouth and nearly choked her as the pointed end forced its way into her throat. She controlled his wild stabs by grasping him in her hand and preventing him from going too deep.

    His higher temperature felt like it was burning her tongue and then a stream of precum almost scalded her tender taste buds. This was going to take some practice she reasoned and took him out of her mouth.

    Her mind worked frantically, visualising possibilities and scenarios. They all led to one final conclusion and Mary thought to herself, Why not?

    She turned over and crouched with her elbows on the floor while kneeling in the classic doggie position. It seemed that Defor didn’t know quite what to do with this new situation until she patted her cheeks and called to him, encouraging him to mount her.

    He eventually got the gist of her motions and jumped on her back. His raging cock quested for an opening and his thrust made him miss her cunt by some margin, passing between the cleft of her arse. It took Mary a few attempts to grasp him and then guide his cock to its intended target.

    There was nothing gentle about his entry into her body. His forepaws grasped her waist and he buried his cock into her in a single thrust, banging against her cervix and forcing the neck of her womb open. Her juices helped his forced entry, but could hardly prepare her for the depth of his thrust. She gasped and almost fell forward from the force and sudden pain. They had passed the point of no return though and Defor began the mating dance with his bitch.

    He fucked her in a rapid blur of movement, each pelvic thrust merging with the next in a continuous assault of her body and in an effort to impregnate her. His cock expanded inside her, making contact and friction with the walls of her cunt until she felt a new sensation in the amalgam of sensory overload. His knot had grown and was banging against her lips, forcing its way into her body. Defor gave a huge shove while grasping her even tighter in his embrace.

    Their combined lubricants eased his passage into her and his already engorged knot found its target, passing her outer muscles and becoming embedded inside. Defor’s stroke became less frantic and shorter in length while his knot grew and expanded, locking them together.

    Mary was now past the point of caring, her shattering orgasms had wracked her body into accepting him with ease. She had cum, splashing her amber nectar on the floor and over the dog’s genitals, soaking both. She was ready to be mated and was getting desperate to feel him spray her with his seed.

    Defor’s feet left the floor as they finalised the act of locking and tying with her. They scrabbled for purchase until, in a white-hot stream of dog cum; he shot his load deep inside her, filling her womb with puppy making seed.

    She felt every blast as it hit the walls of her insides. At last, she had what her body craved and the realisation blew her away.

    They were still locked arse to arse and tied when Michael came home from work. Mary was kneeling on the floor, her head hanging, hair limp and dank from sweat, covering her face and a look of triumph in her eyes.

    “Fucking hell Mary, that looks so fucking sexy.” Was all that Michael said. He sat and watched as the dogs cum, leaked from her around his knot. Eventually, they separated and Mary collapsed into a boneless heap.

    She took a day or two to get over the soreness, but when she did, Michael fucked her all over the flat until she cried for clemency. Punished enough, he suggested that she do it again with Defor, but this time with him watching through a viewfinder on the camcorder.

    It was a few days later, after her second session with Defor that Mary entered the confessional.

    “Bless me Father for I have sinned.” She said aloud and told the priest of her adventure and emancipation, thinking as she told her tale, and I fucking loved every minute and cannot wait to see what happens next.

    She left the dusty confessional booth, not waiting to hear what her penitence should be. She left the dark, former seat of her previous controlling influence to the Priest and to the echoes of her story, triumphant in her extraordinary transition to the woman she had become.


  • My bold and beautiful aunt, part 1

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    A teenager and friend discover the openness of her aunt

    MY BOLD AND BEAUTIFUL AUNT-PART 1
    I was happy to be staying with my Aunt Betty for a couple of weeks last summer while my parents went on a long anticipated cruise to the Caribbean. I was a sixteen year-old then, with long blond hair, blue eyes, and a nicely developing figure. . .at least I thought so!

    I loved to display my budding blessings in my string bikinis. I wore a different one every day, and they seemed to be getting skimpier and skimpier–or was I just a “growing girl”? In any case, I enjoyed strutting around the house giving my aunt quite a show of my budding breasts and my barely covered bottom.

    I suspected that although Aunt Betty had been married, she also appreciated the beauty of other women, and might have even tasted the fruits of Lesbos at some point in her life.

    Sometimes as I was lounging around, I would let my aunt get glimpses of my perky nipples pushing out against my bikini bra. I would thrust my chest out wishing to tempt her to reach out and pinch them to see if they were real. (nah, she knew they were real!)

    Occasionally I would sit in such a way that Aunt Betty could see the beginnings of my pubic mound with a few tendrils of my adolescent pussy hair straying out from my bikini bottom. I never caught her staring at me, but I could catch her quick glances as she passed her eyes over me, and I could sense the heat in her gaze .

    The other day when I came home from the beach, which is just about a block away from my aunt’s home, I brought my girlfriend Carla with me. She was a little younger than I, but was already showing her emerging maturity in slightly flaring hips and bulging bikini top, smaller than mine, but nicely rounded nevertheless.

    We went down in the basement to wash the sand and salt water off our bodies, and upon removing our bikinis, we were both interested in examining each other to see that all the sand was off, and then to touch and compare our budding bodies. Carla, as I said, was younger and slightly smaller than I, but her shape was going to be fuller than mine, and I was interested to see that she had more brownish nipples than my pink ones. Also, though her pussy hair was thinner than mine, hers was a darker color, like the dark brown hair on her head.

    It seemed only natural that we would play with each other’s breasts, bringing the nipples up to firm little pips that invited sucking and licking. I was the first to succumb to the temptation, and I bent to lick, and then to suck at Carla’s nipples, savoring the taste of the berry-like buds and sucking them into my mouth one at a time.

    While I was doing this delightful duty, Carla’s hands wandered over my body, caressing my breasts and moving down to cup my ass cheeks as I bent over her. I pushed her down onto the couch my aunt kept there for an occasional nap.

    Then Carla pushed my head away and pressed me down to the floor to a kneeling position between her legs. I looked up and saw her clean, slightly hairy pussy staring me in the face, and I couldn’t resist moving up and planting a nice wet kiss on the crack that separated the two halves of her pussy peach. Carla squirmed and wrapped her legs around my head and pulled me into her so that I could hardly breathe, except to take in the musky smell of her teenaged cunt and then run my tongue into the sweet folds of her labia, finding the nub of her clit.

    As my tongue thrummed her clit, my fingers explored the outer limits of her pussy and I slipped them into the folds of her vagina. That’s all it took to send Carla over the top into a frenzy of orgasmic writhing and moaning.

    I was afraid Aunt Betty would hear her, and I tried to shush her by reaching up and putting hand over her mouth. This made us both giggle, as she took my fingers in her mouth and began licking the pussy juice off them.

    I needn’t have worried about my Aunt Betty, because unbeknownst to us, she was spying on us from the stairs that led down to the basement. She later told us that when we took longer than usual to come up from washing the sand off our bodies, she became curious and listened from the top of the stairs. When she heard the sounds of Carla’s cumming and our giggling, she knew something was going on, so she crept down the stairs far enough to get a good look at what was taking place between the two young girls.

    What she saw, at first shocked her, but then she was captured by the sight of us two young girls doing things that she had done at our age and had longed to do again for many years.

    She later confessed that by this time she was so turned on that she just sat down on the step and let her hand wander up under her skirt to finger her panty clad pussy. She said her panties were already soaking, so she slipped a finger inside and reached up to finger her clit, giving herself an instant mini-orgasm.

    About that time Carla and I changed places. Carla then worked her hands and mouth up between my wide open thighs to find my juicy pussy and begin the same licking and sucking I had done to her. At this point Aunt Betty couldn’t stand being a spectator any longer, so she went back up the stairs, and then came down, letting her footfalls be heard by the us girls.

    Carla jumped up from between my legs so fast that I was shocked into sitting up just in time to see my aunt moving toward us. She asked us what we thought we were doing (duh!), and we just stared at her, at each other, and then we both began to blush and attempt to cover our nakedness with our hands.

    Aunt Betty told us to move apart, and then she sat down on the couch between us. She put her arms around both of us and smiled at us, letting us know that she completely understood our youthful curiosity, and approved rather than disapproving of our activity, as we might have expected.

    Her hand roamed down our backs until she was caressing the tops of our ass cheeks, and then she asked whether either of us had ever seen a fully developed woman in the nude. We both admitted that we hadn’t, and she asked if we would like to see how we would look when we had completed growing into womanhood.

    We both eagerly responded in the affirmative, so my aunt stood up in front of us and had us unbutton her blouse and remove it. We admired her bra and its contents, and then she instructed me to unhook her bra and let it drop.

    Both of us gasped at the sight of my aunt’s mature breasts, which though not large by adult standards, were huge compared to our adolescent swellings. She invited both of us to fondle her breasts and to see how the nipples felt. We ran our fingers over her nipples, which were like hard knobs surrounded by her pink aureoles, more like mine than like Carla’s. Aunt Betty actually shivered at our touch.

    When she saw how fascinated we were with her breasts she invited us to taste the nipples as we had done to each other. I guess with our young mouths nursing at her breasts, we must have looked just like a pair of twins, feeding from our mother!

    After we had sucked and licked at Aunt Betty’s breasts for awhile, She told me to unbutton her skirt, and Carla to pull it down, revealing her pussy juice soaked panties, and the wetness running down the insides of her thighs.

    Then my aunt slowly worked the panties down over her hips, revealing, a little at a time her curly, brown, pubic hair. Her pubic hair was plentiful, but not thick, so it was just a nice curly fuzz around her pubic mound.

    Carla and I stared in awe at her womanly charms until she took our hands and pulled them to her, inviting us to explore the dense delight of her vulva. We started by first running our fingers through the fascinating forest of her pubic hair. Then we moved tentatively to her slit, which opened readily, allowing us to get in between the outer lips to discover the inner lips. Eventually our fingers found the clitoris that hid beneath–well, it wasn’t hiding, since our pawing had made it stand up like a little penis.

    Aunt Carla decided that we had gone about as far as we should on this first exposure, so she let us finger her until she had an orgasm, then she told us to get some clothes on and go upstairs for lunch.

    I’ll have to tell you the rest of the story on a future installment.


  • SCENE IN A PRISON CELL

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    This is part of an occasional series of ‘Scenes’, all of which are a single scene in a particular type of location. It is a ‘point of view’ story, and you can imagine that you are either the young white blonde or the tough black dyke who has her in her power. This is happening at a prison somewhere near your town, right now.

    copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010

    WARNING: this story includes woman-to-woman coercion, violence, rape and murder, with an inter-racial theme of black-on-white dominance. It is entirely fantasy, and is not meant to suggest that anyone behaves like this in reality. IF THESE THEMES ARE LIKELY TO OFFEND YOU, PLEASE READ NO FURTHER.

    You frighten me. You frighten me from the moment I first see you, as the guard shoves me from behind and I stumble forwards into the prison cell. The guard is like you, a muscular and tough-looking African-American woman, at least ten years older than me. She gives me a hard slap on the ass, and says in a tone of gloating sadistic humour: ‘Well, I’ll just leave you with Josie here, to get acquainted’, adding with a cruel laugh: ‘I bet you two just get along fine!’ The guard slams the steel cage door across behind me and then strolls away, her message quite clear: there will be no help for me here, I am entirely at your mercy – and I doubt that there will be any of that.

    As I look at you, I am paralysed by fear. I have just arrived at this penitentiary, with its terrible reputation – how will I ever manage to survive for two years in this hell-on-earth? I was foolish, impulsive, naive – but I don’t deserve to be here! I was fresh out of college, only 21 years old, and in my first job. Yes, it was stupid to have an affair with my boss’s husband, and it broke up their marriage when she found out – but her revenge has been terrible, she has destroyed my life. She framed me to make it seem that I was stealing money from the company; somehow she got into my private accounts and passed the money through them to some offshore bolthole, and I never noticed it happening. When the auditors traced it, everything pointed to me, had my thumbprints all over it, and I had no chance, no chance at all. In fact, so hopeless was my position that in the end I went for the offered plea bargain and said I was guilty – oh, how that evil bitch must have laughed when I confessed to a crime that I had never committed!

    And now, here I am, starting my sentence – and totally out of my depth. I am pretty, I know, and I look young, sweet and innocent, partly because I’m a classic natural blonde with slightly yellowish straight hair and striking blue eyes. I am around average height at five feet five inches, and I have a good body that I’ve always been proud of; my bust is shapely with firm, thrusting 30D breasts, I am quite slender with a narrow waist and my ass juts out pertly behind me – it looks really hot in tight jeans or a mini-skirt.

    This environment is so alien to me, as you are. I was never, ever in trouble with the police or the law before this – I’m a nice middle-class girl from a safe and prosperous (nearly completely white) suburban neighbourhood, a graduate from a good college; I was captain of the cheerleading squad at my high school, and homecoming queen, all the boys wanted to date me, all the girls thought I was super-cool, always so smart and fashionable … oh, God! I am near to breaking down in hysterical tears, that all seems so remote away now, part of another world … what kind of place is this, what will be my fate here?

    The guard told me very little about you when she was bringing me here – just enough to make me feel sick with apprehension. She said that you were on a life sentence, and that you had murdered ‘a white cunt just like you, darling, so you’d better watch your manners!’ I was surprised that they would put a new inmate like me in with such a hardened prisoner, but now I realise that it is quite deliberate, that I am being given to you like a lamb for the slaughter.

    You seem to be around thirty or maybe a little more, and you look real tough, as hard as nails. As African-American women go, you are quite black – I guess a central African ancestry, far back in the slave days (which I suspect you have neither forgotten nor forgiven). Your rich dark skin gleams like polished mahogany, you have a broad flared nose and full lips which are just now compressed in a harsh line, your expression contemptuous. Your hair is quite thick but cut short – all in all, you look like my worst nightmare: an older, black, bull-dyke lesbian.

    You have been sitting motionless on one of the two beds in the cell since I arrived a few moments ago, regarding me with a hostile, stony glare. I babble something in an attempt at friendship, giving my name and introducing myself, but it just bounces off you, ignored completely. Now you slowly rise to your feet and walk towards me, and my stomach gives a sickening lurch. You are taller and heavier-built than I realised when you were sitting down – you must be nearly six foot, I think. You are not wearing the same uniform that I have been given, but something better and more comfortable, perhaps not regulation issue. Your short navy blue skirt and plain white singlet top show the well-defined muscles of your legs, arms and shoulders – you look like someone who works out a lot. Your breasts are quite big as well, I can’t help noticing that, as they swing as you move – despite their size (which I’m guessing is maybe 34E or 36D), it is clear that you wear no bra under the vest, and your nipples are clear points in its thin cotton fabric.

    Still without a word, you come to stand right in front of me, quite close. You see that I am trembling and you savour my fear, your lips curling slightly in hungry anticipation. Suddenly, you grip my pony-tail (all that is left of my lovely long blonde hair, after the guards in the reception unit sheared most of it away) with your left hand, and force my mouth against yours. It is not really a kiss, there is nothing of affection or love in it all – it is more like oral rape, a conquest and seizure of the booty. My lips are pressed apart; as I open them to utter a protest, your thick wide tongue plunges into my mouth, your lips mash heavily against mine and I feel your hot breath. Oh! – this is disgusting, awful! I have never been with a woman, never wanted to or thought about it, certainly not since some early-teenage messing about of the kind many girls get up to.

    Instinctively I jerk away, manage somehow to pull my face back from yours, and I’m about to start a wail of protest and refusal … but you don’t give me any opportunity. I don’t see it coming, and from nowhere you right fist slams into my gut, exploding the breath out of me. You release my hair as I collapse to my knees in front of you, clutching my stomach in agony, bowed over with my forehead almost on the cold concrete floor of the cell. As I gasp for breath, you speak for the first time – cold, cruel and callous:

    ‘That’s better, learn your place, bitch! And I don’t need to know your name, you stupid white cow – from now on, your name is Cunt, and you’ll answer to that and do what I tell you, or I’ll make you suffer so bad that you’ll beg to do anything I want, no matter what.’

    Cold shivers of terror are running through me – I am completely in your power, locked into this tiny steel and concrete cage with you; no one will help or save me. Your physical size, violent aggression and dominant personality have so easily broken my will to resist. Tears run down my cheeks, and my shoulders heave in silent, shuddering sobs. You pull my chin up with one hand, and then slap me viciously across the face with the other.

    ‘Stop snivelling, Cunt … and learn your first lesson!’ To reinforce your message, you slap me again, and I am stunned, my law-abiding middle-class self is too shocked at being the target of such violence to be able to do anything to resist. I am where you like to see white blonde bitches: at your feet, on their knees, shivering with terror, pale-faced with wide horrified eyes that are pleading soundlessly for mercy, which is an item you don’t carry in stock.

    You command me to kiss and lick your feet – you have a pair of slip-on canvas shoes, which you kick aside. This is so humiliating, if I do this it will be such an acknowledgement of my submission to you – but what else can I do? You are so much fiercer and stronger, I would have no chance in a trial of physical force – it would be futile to try, I would only get badly hurt and the end result would be the same. And so, with salty tears dripping onto the floor, I bend over and kiss each of your toes, and lift each foot to suck on the big toe.

    You smile with relish – breaking this feeble white cunt is going to be so easy, it’s almost a pity that she’s not resisting some more (you had fun beating the shit out of the last one for nearly a week, until she finally collapsed in surrender). Still, I am the type you most like to dominate – white, blonde, pretty in a girlish way, a middle-class college-educated career woman who wouldn’t look at you twice outside of these walls, but whom you will make into your abject sex-slave, one of your harem of fuckababes whose cunts belong to you, even whilst you loan them out to all the other African-American dykes and guards who want a piece of their pretty little pussies. You are always ready to add another blonde to your stable, to force her into lesbian submission and turn her into a pussy-eating slut. You have a deal with the guards (the Chief Guard being your lover), and they bring you the youngest, peachiest white women to subjugate, knowing that you will crush them without mercy.

    You hate my type – you never liked smart-ass rich white bitches anyway, even before the events that brought you here. About seven years ago, you had a sweet young African-American girl as your lover, a cute little thing with great pointy tits, just fresh out of high school. She moved in with you, was hot and eager in your bed, a delicious piece of ass in every way. Then she got a job as secretary at a realtor’s and was seduced by one of the sales executives, a chic white blonde in her late-20s; the girl dumped you, and moved in with her new lover in the picket-fence suburbs. Anger and hate consumed you – and you took a sadistic revenge. One day when they came home after work, laughing and cuddling, you were waiting in the house; at gun point, you made them both strip naked, and then you forced your former girlfriend to tie the white bitch spread-eagled on the bed in which they fucked each other. Despite her pleas and sobs, you made the black babe lash her white lover across the breasts, stomach and legs – and up between the legs, right on her cunt – with a whip you had brought with you; the white cow was gagged with her own panties and tights, but you got off on seeing her eye-bulging stifled screams of agony, masturbating yourself and reaching a climax as you ordered the final strikes right onto the white bitch’s slit. Your former pussy-girl was so frightened that she did everything as you demanded, not daring to hold back on the force of the lashes, and she was quaking with terror when you dragged her by her hair to the side of the bed – her pain-wracked lover looked up in horror as you viciously stabbed the black babe in the ribs and guts several times, before letting her body slump to the floor.

    It was then that the white bitch knew that she was going to die as well, and she struggled frantically but futilely in her bonds as you searched the house for what you wanted. When you returned, she whimpered in horror, for she understood at once. You had a long broom-handle, which you pushed into her bruised and bleeding vagina – after six inches were inside, you paused for a long moment, savouring her mewling begging sounds, and then you slowly rammed it home for another foot or more, until her body stopped bucking on the blood-soaked sheets and was quite still. You poured petrol over their corpses and set the house on fire, but eventually, a month or so later, the cops arrested you on DNA evidence and you were charged with double-homicide. However, the judge was a middle-aged African-American woman who was a closet dyke, and you had her sympathy as well as her admiration of your ripe figure; she ensured that you avoided the death penalty with a life sentence instead (and she visited you in the holding cells after the trial, where you had an opportunity to show your appreciation in a suitable manner).

    I do not know any of this at this time, I can just sense the waves of anger radiating out from you and the harsh hostility of your expression, and with a plummeting heart I realise that I am going to be in for a very bad time here and that I have no choice but to let you do whatever you want to – I am so utterly in your power, just a human toy to be played with and thrown around.

    After I have licked your feet, I look up at you tentatively through tear-filled eyes, hoping that this has been sufficient humiliation and assertion of your authority. But my heart sinks, for you stare down at me implacably, and I know that you have more, much more in mind, and that nothing will stop you. You grasp my pony-tail again and haul me to my feet – so fast that my best effort to keep up is not enough, and I give a sobbing scream from the pain as you pull on my hair – but no one hears me, no one comes to investigate.

    Apart from underwear, my only piece of clothing is the standard-issue prison outfit – a plain and straight shift dress which comes down to just above my knees, with short sleeves and a square cut front, in cheap cotton, dyed in a medium blue. I am shivering as I stand in it, but that is from fear of you and not from feeling cold – if anything, it is humidly warm here, the air laced with the fetid smell of too many human bodies confined too closely. With one hand you keep the vice-like grip on my hair which is forcing me to stand on my tiptoes, and then with the other you suddenly seize one of my breasts through the thin material, mashing and mangling it in your broad ebony grasp, and easily batting aside my feeble attempts to protect myself. I am making a wailing sound of despair – now that you have begun an overtly sexual assault, I dread what it may lead to. Then you savagely pinch my nipple, and my head jerks back and a harsh cry of agony, fear and humiliation is ripped from my throat.

    I am brokenly begging you to stop, pleading with you not to hurt me, but you are implacable and I dissolve into sobs as you hiss harshly at me that this is just the beginning, and that by the time you are done with me – you describe it as ‘breaking me in’, which sounds animalistic and horrible – my throat will be raw from my screams. And then so quickly do you prove it – with lightning speed, like a blitzkrieg through my feeble defences, you release my bruised breast and thrust your hand up between my legs, up under the prison shift, and roughly grope my pussy and then pinch my soft labial lips, as I scream piteously.

    Oh, dear God – no! Please, please, no! I am whimpering in abject fear, as you poke a finger into my pussy, thrusting viciously through the plain white prison-issue panties – I realise now that you mean to rape me, and I am quaking in fear, my teeth are chattering. But I have already learned part of the first lesson, and although I wail and sob, and twist in your grasp as I seek to escape that long impaling finger, still I do not try to fight back, I do not try to prevent you from abusing my tender young cunt.

    You shove me backwards until I am pinned against the cold iron bars of the cell gate. Now my freedom of action is gone, and you release my pony-tail and use that hand to jerk my uniform dress up around my waist. Your other hand is still grasping and poking my crotch, and then – with the unmistakeable deftness of long practice – you twist aside the gusset of my panties with a flick of your wrist, and now nothing can stop you. With a satisfied gleam in your eye, you ram your longest finger back into me, so hard that your balled fist slams agonisingly into my pelvic bone, forcing me to rise to my tiptoes in an attempt to minimise the painful violation of my most intimate parts – to be entered by another woman is something I have never contemplated, never would have permitted. You pull your finger out and poke it sharply back into me several times, as my hips shake and shudder. The pain is not quite as much as I feared, mainly because my pussy is oozing lubricating juices, easing your passage … this is surely a reaction from fear, I mean, I can’t possibly be being turned on by this assault, surely not, surely I can’t be! What kind of a vile slut would I be if I actually found your sick attentions to be enjoyable? I almost vomit at the thought but, before I can do so, I realise that we have an audience.

    Behind me, standing on the other side of the barred cell gate, are the two guards who are on duty in this section. They are both African-Americans; one is the woman of around thirty who originally escorted me here and pushed me into your cell, and she has come swaggering back with her arm around the waist of a younger guard who looks to be in her early twenties – this woman has bigger tits, but if anything she looks meaner and tougher than her older colleague. They laugh derisively at my tearful pleas, and I swiftly realise that they are not here to help me – quite the opposite, they have come to watch me being abused. Oh, Jesus, they are lesbian dykes as well! Standing side by side, each one pulls up the other’s uniform skirt and pushes a hand down inside her panties, and they begin to masturbate each other as they get ready to watch the show that you will put on – at my expense. They jeer at me, and tell me that I had better get used to such treatment and start liking it. The younger one has a nasty leer on her face as she says:

    ‘Get used to it, you cunt – a pretty white blonde like you is going to be pussy fodder for half the jail, prisoners and guards, right up to the Warden herself, once you’ve been broken in – and that’s Josie’s job here, she gets you first because she’s the top dyke bitch, so the quicker you learn to please her the less you’ll suffer … of course, you’ll still suffer, because she hates white bitches like you, so you get to choose between a bad time and a very bad time!’

    I look at the guard, appalled, and she and her comrade laugh vindictively – they like to see white cunts getting taken down hard and brutal, learning that their place in life is to grovel at the feet of black women and eat their pussies whenever they are told to. They watch gleefully, calling encouragement to you and jeers at me, as you force me into sexual acts.

    With several rough jerks, you tug the prison dress over my shoulders and head, leaving me standing in the plain white cotton panties and bra that I was issued with on my arrival. Instinctively, I try to cover myself from your searching gaze, with a hand across my bra and another shielding my pussy. You laugh scornfully at this pitiful attempt, and before I can protect myself you slap me across the face again. It is not a random tactic – my hand that that is covering my breasts involuntarily jerks upwards to protect my face, leaving my chest exposed, and in an instant you grab the bra at the join between its cups and jerk it downwards. The catch at the back snaps, and you rip the bra away from my chest, exposing my pert breasts. I make the start of a move to cover them, but you wag your finger at me and I desist. My resolve drains away, and I let my arms dangle at my sides.

    You pull on my tits again, perhaps not as hard as before, but they are already bruised and sensitive, and so this is almost more painful, and it makes tears run down my face. You look at me with a hard glare that speaks louder than any words that if I resist you I will be savagely beaten and then you will still get your way, and I bite my lip in apprehension but nod slowly to you in silent acknowledgement of my surrender … there will be no more resistance from me, not even token, and now we both know it. The corners of your mouth turn up slightly in a contemptuous smile that does not touch your eyes – so easy, it has been so easy to dominate this frail, slim girlish-looking blonde with her prominent tits and pert rounded ass, to crush her will and make her your sex toy, your sapphic slave.

    You run a finger slowly down between my bruised and aching breasts, down my stomach and then you let it rest against the elastic waistband of my plain white prison-issue panties. You draw out the moment in order to savour my apprehension and my humiliation at being unable to resist you, and then the finger moves down the crotch of my panties and traces along the groove of my slit, which is easily visible through the cheap thin cotton. I quiver as you rub up and down my cleft, strange feelings mixing with a burning sense of shame, and sweat beads my face and breasts. I swallow nervously as you hook a finger into the waistband of the panties at the front, pulling them away from my sticky flesh with one hand as your other suddenly delves inside, scooping my pussy and squeezing and mauling and – aaaargh! no – no!! oh, please, no! – pinching my labia, which unaccountably are puffy and sticking out from my pussy.

    You give a harsh, satisfied laugh, and with a sudden vicious jerk that makes me give an involuntary scream and nearly lose my balance, you rip the fabric of the panties apart across the gusset, turning them into a pathetic strip of cotton around my waist and completely exposing my pale white pussy. You use the remnant of the panties like a lasso to haul me close to you, and again your kiss is like an assault – but this time I open my mouth, and try to respond, curling my tongue around yours, sucking your tongue deeper into my mouth. In appreciation of this co-operation, you hands shift to seize hold of my buttocks and you pull me against you. One of your iron-hard muscular thighs is between my legs, pressing against my cunt, and you use your brute strength and your vice-like grip on my ass to grind my pussy up and down your leg, where to my shame it leaves a wet lubricating trail of juices. The abrasion is animalistic, and it stirs a primeval response from me, hot warmth in my abdomen and loose wetness in my vagina – oh, this is so shocking, disgusting, wicked!

    After a moment of this grinding assault, you desist and then – grabbing my pony-tail and jerking painfully downwards as the signal – you make me drop to my knees in front of your tall imperious body. I crouch there, looking up at you like a terrified rabbit caught in the headlights. My head is spinning, my mind in a turmoil as the unmistakeable stimulus from your leg-rub of my pussy is mingled with the nightmare of my pain and humiliation, making a powerfully disorienting cocktail of desire and fear.

    You order me to remove your short felt skirt, and with stiff and trembling fingers I do so. I give a sharp hiss of shock as it is unbuttoned and peels away, for you are wearing no panties as well as no bra. Revealed is your ripe and powerful pussy, a prominent bulging Venus mound, your pudenda matching your height and broad-hipped build. It is spotlessly clean shaven, and the folds of jet black outer flesh make a startling contrast with the bright pink that is visible between them. I can’t help it, but something draws my eye to that moist gash, partly open and so vivid. I have never seen another woman’s pussy like this – so close up, so revealed and so sexually charged. You see my shocked fascination, and give a gloating laugh, before ordering me:

    ‘Worship me, Cunt!’ you instruct me; ‘worship your mistress, you useless blonde cunt-slut! Suck me and eat me, and do it well, you stupid bitch, or you’ll pay for it in pain!’

    I shudder in fright, for I know thus is no idle threat. But is it only that fear which makes me hurriedly shuffle closer on my knees, take a bracing grip around your thighs, and thrust my mouth against your parted pussy-slit? Or is there something more, something that is impelling me to be eager to please you, to pleasure you, and not just from terror of what you might do to me? I don’t know, I just don’t know, and it is that most of all which has my shoulders heaving in silent empty sobs, as my abused body kneels between your legs and for the first time ever in my life (and with a sinking heart, I realise that it is the first of many, many more times to come) my tongue slides along another woman’s pussy, and tip of it eases into her moist vagina to stimulate her to climax.

    The taste of your cunt-juice is strange, not as rancid as I somehow assumed it would be, but instead it is sharp and spicy, rather a curious and unforgettable flavour. I gulp, and inadvertently swallow some of it – curiously, taking it in that way, more or less voluntarily, makes me feel more possessed by you than your finger reaming out my pussy did – because that was an assault, but this is participation, even if from coercion.

    After relishing my virgin effort at pussy-eating – which you think is not bad, actually, for a newbie to girl/girl fucking – for a few moments, you take a firm grip of my blonde pony-tail and haul me upright once more. You remove your singlet and are now naked, and your large broad breasts are almost in my face – which is exactly where you want them. You pull me forwards and mash my face into your massive cleavage, so that I am almost smothered and struggling for breath. I don’t have to wait to be told what my task is, that is obvious enough. And so I begin to lick and lap around the wide brown aureoles that encircle your nipples, and then to take them between my lips, sucking them into my mouth.

    Just as I start to get the idea of this, to get used to their strange combination of softness and resilience, I experience a savage pain in my cunt – it would have made my head jerk backwards if your iron grip on my pony-tail was not pressing me into your chest, it would have made me scream in agony if my mouth was not gagged with your huge tit. You have rammed your free hand up between my legs, entering me like a battering ram – aaarrgghh!! oh, Christ alive, help me! You force two fingers right into me, and now a third, making me jolt to my tiptoes in a futile effort to escape your penetration, and then I am twisting and jerking like someone electrocuted, as you piston into and out of my pussy with short vicious jabs. The burning heat in my vagina is sending me into overload, my senses cannot absorb any more, and fresh tears run down my face to pool against your breasts.

    Just as I think that my mind will shatter under this assault, you desist – but not from any kindness, as you have a new humiliation in store for me now, something to drive home that I am the lowest of the low on the totem pole here. You still have my pony-tail in your grasp, and you jerk my head sideways, knocking me of balance so that I crash to the floor on my knees. Still holding my hair, you drag me to the front of the cell, where the barred steel door is between us and the two callous lesbian guards. I shuffle desperately forwards, until you push my face right into the bars, forcing my cheeks between them – they are not wide enough for my head to go right through, of course, but because I am quite slight of build, it goes as far as my ears, which leaves my mouth and nose protruding on the other side.

    The guards laugh uproariously to see this college-educated middle-class blonde pinioned in this hopeless humiliating posture, like a sheep about to be shorn, and bleating just as uselessly about it. Your head bends down next to my ears, and you hiss at me:

    ‘Scream for them, Cunt! Let your betters hear that pretty voice of yours, I wanna see how high a note you can reach, you pussy-fuck!’

    I barely have a second to wonder what you intend – and then I know, only too well, for you spear a finger into my unprotected asshole! A scream is ripped from my throat, a shrill keening wail of despair as you remove your digit and then stab it into me again even harder. My ass was virgin until this rape – I have never liked the idea of anal sex, refused always to even consider it if a boyfriend hinted at it, but now my innocence is gone for good. The guards whoop and holler in delight, their hands working frantically in each other’s cunts, rubbing at their clits – their panties are now down around their knees, so I can see exactly what the dirty dyke sluts are doing to each other. My teeth gnash together as you assault my anus yet again, and my scream reaches a shriller note, my eyes bulging and my mouth hanging open in shock.

    The younger of the two African-American prison guards pulls the older woman’s panties all the way down her legs, removes them, and then undoes her partner’s uniform skirt, laying it neatly aside. The older black guard is now naked from the top of her shiny black leather jackboots to her midriff and the hem of her uniform shirt, with her pussy fully exposed. It is gaping open from her colleague’s fingering, I can almost see her juices dripping from it, and I give a shudder of revulsion. Still, with my head forced by your grasp between the bars, I am forced to watch as the older guard now performs the same service for the younger one, but with the addition of giving a quick lick and kiss to her pussy. Then the older guard turns back towards me, and I suddenly realise what is next in store for me, a split second before it happens.

    The older guard comes right up to the cell cage-door, and thrusts her cunt against my imprisoned face. She reaches a hand through the bars to take one of my tits, and gives it a cruel pinch as she orders me to eat her out. All of my willpower has long gone, and I do not hesitate for even a second before complying with her demand, trying my best to service her satisfactorily and so escape further punishment. I cannot escape the degradation, however, the bewildering inversion of being the sexual servant of these rough, uneducated, uncultured, violent black dykes – I have become a property to be used at the whim of women who I know I would have looked down on just a few weeks ago, if I even noticed their existence … and now my only role is to satisfy their perverted lusts, and be a punch-bag for their hatred and their desire to punish pretty white women, and especially prissy young college blondes like me. Oh, yes, I am just their type – for assault and pain and rape!

    The senior guard is bucking her hips against my face, mashing my lips and bruising my nose. Through vision that is blurred by tears, I see her younger partner move around behind her – unbuttoning the older woman’s uniform shirt, peeling it aside, and thrusting her bulging scarlet bra up above her breasts. Their heavy mahogany weight drops down into the younger guard’s cupped hands, and she begins kneading and squeezing them, whilst she nuzzles the older woman’s neck from behind and grinds her own naked pussy against the older woman’s out-thrust ass. My tongue has now worked its way deep into the older guard’s vagina, and these combined attentions send her into climax; she grunts fiercely as she comes, her juices splattering across my mouth and nose.

    I barely have time to draw a shaky breath, and the two guards have reversed position – now the younger one shoves her pudenda into my sticky face, whilst her older lover strips her completely of her uniform shirt and her bra, leaving her naked apart from her black boots, black hold-up stockings and uniform cap. The butch young guard cups my chin in her hand, giving me a look in which vindictiveness competes with her fervent anticipation of the hurts and humiliations that await me. She prises my jaws apart and spits her saliva into my mouth, and as I gag on this she jabs me in the stomach, forcing me convulsively to swallow. She snarls at me:

    ‘Fucking eat me out, you bimbo! You’re our whore now, you fucking stupid white bitch, and you’ll eat my black cunt and love it – so do me good, blondie, or I’ll fist your pussy up to my elbow, and then you’ll fucking know what pain means!’

    This threat terrifies me, for I can see from the hot gleam in her eyes that she would do that – in fact, she would love to do that to me. My fear that she is the more sadistic of the duo is confirmed, for she takes a moment to cruelly abuse both of my breasts, twisting the nipples viciously in opposite directions, and visibly drawing pleasure from my renewed howls and the following broken begging for release. I am relieved when I can start eating her cunt – dear Lord, what am I reduced to that it should seem a mercy to fill my mouth with a black woman’s sweaty pussy! But now I have more of an idea of what to do, and perhaps she is already really turned on, because she orgasms quite swiftly, and more curious-tasting cum-juice smears across my face.

    Now that I have serviced the guards, you release me from the bars, letting me slump to the floor and catch my breath for a moment – you know I’ll need it for what is to come. The two guards know that too, and they smile in anticipation, taking up their position as spectators and resuming their fingering of each other’s vaginas.

    I look over my shoulder, and give a sob of despair. I feared that it would come to this, but still could not banish a faint and foolish hope that I would be spared a complete rape – until now, and that illusion is torn away as well. You reach into your locker and produce a nightmare of a weapon – a huge strap-on dildo in shiny ribbed black plastic, it must be nine or ten inches long and nearly two inches in diameter! It is one of the perks of your position to have such things in your cell, they are always ‘overlooked’ on the occasional cursory routine ‘searches’ by the guards, who in fact are your accomplices in the rapes of white pussy bitches.

    Dear sweet Jesus, I will never be able to take the size of that thing! – it’s twice as wide, and maybe twice as long too, as the biggest cock I’ve ever had – I can’t possibly fit that in, it will rupture me inside! Please, no, no, I am begging you – which of course increases your pleasure, you love to see a pretty white woman in terror of what you are going to do to her sex holes, and you enjoy her grovelling for the mercy which she will never get from you – there will just be more humiliation, pain and rape.

    With relish, you brutally tell me that you are going to fuck me – that my cunt belongs to you, that whenever you want it you will have it, and who gives a shit if I don’t like it? The two guards give a coarse laugh, and rub their crotches whilst they echo you with phrases like ‘right on!’ and ‘too true, white bitch’, and then they call to you to take me down, to rape me real hard.

    ‘Let’s hear how this white meat squeals, Josie!’ calls out the older of the guards, and the meaner, pinch-faced younger butch adds: ‘Yeah, fuck her up, Josie, rape her cunt, make her scream!’

    Sweat is pouring off me, and like a frightened rabbit I am too scared to even move, never mind make a try at resistance. I know that I am perhaps a bit submissive – I’m usually the passive partner with my boyfriends, getting done in the missionary position or sometimes doggy-style; I’ll suck their cocks if they ask for that, holding my head down whilst they spurt warm gunk against the top of my throat. I rarely initiate sex, or do anything adventurous, and hardly ever have an orgasm – but I’m good enough at faking it that the guy’s self-esteem isn’t hurt.

    You force me to kneel in front of you again, to kiss your toes and then – oh, God! humiliation on top of horror, I have to buckle onto you the demon weapon that is going to be used so cruelly upon my tender pussy! With tears of fear clouding my vision and with trembling fingers, I fasten the huge phallus in front of your sweaty crotch, putting the straps around your glistening ebony hips and tightening the buckles – but not firmly enough, so you slap me hard across the face again, snarl that I am a stupid and useless white cunt, and you pull them another notch tighter.

    Now I have a further degradation, although truly you tell me that you are kind in even permitting it: I must lubricate the strap-on with my saliva, which will make it go into me easier – you throat-fuck me for a few minutes with it, until I am so short of breath I am seeing stars. You withdraw it, and smack it hard against my cheeks, on each side of my face. You point to the bed that you were sitting on, and issue one simple order:

    ‘On your back and spread them, Cunt!’

    I know that I must obey, so I totter to the bed and lie on it in the way indicated – with my ass at the end of it, facing to the cell front so that the guards will be able to see my gaping pussy, see the huge plastic cock reaming into me. I spread my legs wide open, so they fall over each side of the bed, opening my hole even more. I am surprised to feel rather wet down there, a bit peppery and tingly in my cunt, almost with a kind of anticipation – but I put this down to the defensive reactions of fright.

    You fuck me first in the missionary position, shoving the unforgiving hardness of the cold plastic into my oozing cunny-hole. I part painfully for its entrance, my vulva opening wider than I ever knew it could, accommodating the monstrous intrusion. I am so wet down there with the mixture of sweat (borne of terror and of frantic activity) and my vaginal juices, which to my surprise are sloshing as they never have before – it must be the loosening effect of terror and brutalisation, some kind of adrenalin-based self-help instinct.

    Like most women, I have had my rape fantasies – but never, ever, did I fantasise anything like this horror: to be the terrified and powerless victim of a muscular black hate-filled lesbian dyke, my face still stinging from her brutal slaps, my breasts aching from her vicious pinching of my nipples, my cunt burning from being savaged by her monstrous strap-on plastic cock, raped in a stinking prison cell on a smelly flea-ridden mattress with cruel guards laughing at my degradation and fear, tears streaming down my cheeks, and knowing that nothing but more and more of this lies ahead of me.

    You are utterly merciless, staring down at me with flint eyes and a grim face, your pelvis whiplashing backwards and forwards with devilish speed and strength as you assault my cunt with the battering-ram of your huge dildo, slamming it into me with vicious force. I am screaming, sobbing, pleading tearfully with the guards for help … I can’t take any more of this, I just can’t, you are crushing me, destroying me. A sudden wild terrified thought takes me … do you mean to kill me? Would the guards stop you? Would they even care?

    Oh, dear God of mercy, help and save me! I’m being raped – raped by another woman!! I can’t believe it, such things don’t happen, surely women don’t do such terrible things? But my sheltered suburban life has made me a stupid naive innocent, for it seems that here at least, in this hell on earth, they happen all the time – they happen at the casual pleasure of the top dyke bitches like you and the guards, whenever they want to use a pretty babe like me. You tell me that I’m going to be a whore for all the dykes in the prison, but my only payment will be in pain – and more pain. I am shivering and crying with fear as you tell me that I belong to you now – this is the understood law of the jail, that I am your fuck-slave, to be done with however you please. You say that after I am ‘broken in’, you will stud me out to all the black boss-bitches, and let them beat and hurt me when they rape me, if they want to. With a sick empty feeling in my gut, I know this is true – in this penitentiary, it is the law of the jungle for soft feeble pussies like me, and its cold bare corridors echo at night to the horrified screams of young white women being beaten and raped in their cells or spread-eagled on the floors of the toilets and showers and repeatedly gang-banged.

    All this time, that terrible huge hard rod is ramming into me, spearing into my pussy, shredding away any girlish innocence that I might still have left. You are raping me viciously, totally dominant over me – I am in a nightmare, being forcibly fucked by an amazon African-American dyke with a massive plastic phallus, ridged and ribbed to rub me raw inside, to agitate every nerve-end in my vagina, and to thrust deep into my womb like a sword.

    I realise that in your lengthy daily work-outs, you must practice press-ups most of all – for you are poised over me, and without resting your weight upon me you start to flex up and down on your arms and toes, your taut gleaming mahogany ass rising and falling like a piledriver, slamming your plastic cock into my slender girlish body. The whole bed creaks and groans with each downward impact, and I start to squeal as well – it feels like some road gang is excavating a tunnel through my pussy and my pelvis, and now they are starting to set off dynamite to blast their way through.

    You change position a little, standing once again (and without having removed the dildo from inside me). You take my legs and force them up and backwards, pinning my knees against my shoulders so that my feet are pointing up at the ceiling. I feel like a trussed turkey, and now I am utterly spread and open – it would not be possible to be more exposed, more vulnerable.

    Now you are driving the dildo in from above, gravity adding extra impetus. With one foot on the end of the bed, you loom over me like a black mountain, your fine heavy breasts suspended above me. Without thinking I react by reaching up to cup your mammaries, rubbing my thumbs across your nipples. You give a soft grunt and a half-nod to give me permission to continue, but your fierce angry expression does not waver, and I wonder what white bitch you have in mind as you plunge the dildo into my cunt, battering and bruising my vaginal walls, crushing my tender labia as the strap-on’s faceplate slams against them. I am squealing and moaning: the first are broken pleas for this lesbian rape to stop (quite futile I know, but I can’t stop making them), but the second are becoming a mixture of pleasure with the pain, and my fright is diminishing.

    Strange sensations are washing through me, the convulsive effects of being penetrated so deeply and roughly, and the friction of the dildo’s ridges is having an inevitable effect in my cunt. My whole body is jerking spasmodically every time the piledriver phallus is nailed home, I am quivering and shaking, and coated in sweat. I know that my mouth is open, saliva drooling out on the dirty mattress as I take gasping gulps of air, that my hands have clawed a death-grip onto the thick woollen blanket, that my hips are shuddering not just from the smash of your powerful thrusts between them but also from a fire that has been ignited inside my pelvis. There is a roaring in my ears, but over it I can hear a high-pitched voice from somewhere that is shrieking:

    ‘Rape me! Rape me! Hurt me! Rape me harder! Hurt me more! Fucking RAPE ME!!’

    Can that be my voice? I must be out of my mind!! But I am, I am – I am out of my mind with ecstasy, driven simultaneously through the roof with pleasure and into the ground with pain, the two inseparably wrapped up together in one fantastic, awful, amazing, horrifying – but, most of all, explosively erotic – package! I give a tortured scream as I come, juice spurting out of my pussy like it never has before, my mind shredding in the incredible blazing glory of my orgasm – an orgasm so much more profound and satisfying than any I have previously known that it is like comparing Mount Everest to a sand dune. Its intensity burns away all that was before, my pathetic little former life curls away into cinders before it, revealed in all its meaningless futility. Everything before this moment now seems irrelevant, flaccid, pale and colourless. In its place, vivid and fiery, is the sudden understanding of who and what I am. I embrace this, relish it, roll the knowledge around in my mind, sensing how right and real it is: I am a true submissive, a rape slut and a pain pussy, and I want it only from women – and the meaner, tougher and rougher the the bitch is, the more it will transport me. Yes, now I know that I am a lesbian too … no wonder my affairs with men were so unfulfilling, emotionally and physically, and no wonder I almost never initiated sex with a man; it wasn’t, as I had thought, the inhibitions of my polite Catholic middle-class upbringing, it was my hidden true lesbian self.

    As I lie there, exhausted and devastated, yet also somehow purged and renewed, you give a grunt and roughly pull the dildo out of my vagina. You stand towering over me, and I realise that you are far from finished yet, and I swallow – but now there is a curious detached anticipation, a curiosity and even desire, which is overlaying the dread which is still there. You deliver a stinging slap to my right breast, and before I can even utter a yowl at the pain this causes, you backhand my left breast even harder.

    ‘Roll over, Cunt,’ you snap impatiently at me, as if I should have known to do this, ‘get on your hands and knees, and spread your butt – it’s time to nail your clit, Cunt, I’m really gonna have you now, I’m gonna blow you away, you fucking piece of blonde trash!’

    I scramble to obey, getting on all fours on the rumpled mattress, my ass thrust out towards you, my knees obediently apart so as to make my pudenda easily accessible, as my throbbing breasts hang down pendulously from my chest. You shift your grip to around my waist, your powerful hands holding me trapped as you take a fresh angle and then plunge the plastic rod back in. Now it smacks against my clitoris on each insertion and withdrawal, starting a new fire raging in my crotch, building a core of white-hot tension in my vagina. I am begging for more, for you to treat me rougher, to slam it home deeper, to fuck me harder and harder, to take me and make me come for you, please – oh! – please make me cum, cum now!!

    You impale me, ramming the plastic cock into my vagina for its full length with vicious force, whiplashing it out and then smashing it home again, making me hoarse from my screams. You take one hand away from my hips and begin slapping my buttocks, really hard – Christ, that hurts! My yells are redoubled, becoming frantic not just from the pain of your spanking and the punishment of my pussy, but also from the desire that is mounting within me, triggered from my raped and ravaged vagina and most of all from my swollen, abraded, inflamed clitoris. I feel like a horse that is being ridden, galloped furiously hard with the finishing post in sight, to carry both of us past it together – although you, of course, are totally in command.

    You use my blonde pony-tail like the reins on a horse – the hand that is not mercilessly thrashing my ass reaches for my hair, and jerks my head back and upwards, holding my body rigid against the force of your hardest, deepest, most ruthless penetrations. I give a piercing scream as the knob of the dildo rasps across my clit one more time, and my body is aflame, I am wracked in a tornado of pain, shame, lust and ecstasy, and I just cum and cum and cum – a rippling series of amazing earth-shattering climaxes.

    In the midst of these, you give a harsh shout of ‘fuck-ya, ya cunt!’ as you drive in the final battering intrusion. You leave it painfully deep inside me, and I am dimly aware that you have released my hair and ceased to swipe my sore red butt, as your hands instead grasp your own tits and squeeze them hard. I can feel a powerful tremor run through your body, and I realise that taking me has got you off as well, that you have just orgasmed from your rape of another weak and defenceless white blonde.

    As you are no longer restraining me, your final impact sends my boneless body lurching forwards off the prison bed. I stagger a few stumbling steps, collapse against the bars across the front of the cell and slump to the floor, exhausted and conquered. I am dazed, almost semi-conscious, and my body is quivering and shaking from the after-shocks of that tremendous, explosive wave of orgasms – so much more intense and profound than anything I’ve even dreamt of before. My utter powerlessness sweeps over me, and with it the sense of liberation – of blissful freedom. There is an inner peace that comes with knowing and accepting what I want: to be seized by your cruel and violent lust, my body used for your pleasure without care or compassion, my cunt split open by your raping strap-on, hammered raw until I am screaming – for then will come my reward, what I long for, what after only twice I am as addicted to as any junkie to his dope: these unbelievable, pyrotechnic, mind-blowing climaxes. I am so grateful to you, my mistress, my goddess, owner of my body and soul, for this is where I have found myself and this is where I should be, this is how a blonde lezzie rape slut like me should be used – and abused.

    Outside our cell, the two dyke guards have been hollering with glee during my nemesis and rebirth – though they know nothing of the latter, and view me only as your tortured victim. They high five each other and then, whilst groping the other woman’s ebony breasts, they interlace their muscular thighs and push their cunts together, beginning a short frantic burst of sweaty grinding of pussy against pussy, their labia rasping together, until almost simultaneously they shout and shake in orgasm. With their arms still around each other, the younger guard sneers contemptuously at me and calls out approvingly to you:

    ‘Yo! You’da top bitch, Josie, that’s fo’ sure! You fuckin’ nailed this blonde, all right – she screamed even louder than that last bitch, that stupid cunt schoolteacher – and I thought you were gonna kill that one!!’

    Her older companion runs a possessive hand over the younger guard’s pussy, and adds her verdict:

    ‘Yeah, Josie, good one – you sure broke this bimbo fast, she crumpled like a tissue, the feeble cowardly cunt!’

    The younger guard likes this metaphor, and takes it up with relish:

    ‘Fuckin’ true – use her like a tissue, Josie! Wipe your nose on her – no, better still, wipe your ass with her, she’d better learn her place, just like all blondes – flat on her back and spreading her pussy for us!’

    The older of the two guards steps forwards and sticks the toe of her glossy leather boot through the bars of the cell to poke me in the ribs, none too gently.

    ‘Get up, Cunt, you useless bitch!’ she growls, ‘you’ve got lots to do yet, before you can have a rest!’ while her younger companion adds with a leer: ‘that’s if Josie lets you rest – by the time we bring you back, she’ll be ready to rape you all over again!’ She laughs sadistically, assuming that this prospect will appal and terrify me, instead of making my racing heart leap with joy.

    You reach over, grip my blonde hair and roughly haul me to my tottering feet, ignoring my scream of pain. You look me in the eye for a moment, pinching my breast hard as you do so, and then you give a slow, satisfied nod. You pick up my prison uniform shift dress, ball it up and throw it at my chest, where I clutch it in a daze. You slap my face, and order me to put it on – you have destroyed my bra and panties (for which I will be blamed, and a prison guard will enjoy punishing me for it later), so I have no underwear. I struggle into the dress, wincing as the rough fabric scrapes over my aching but stiffly erect nipples and my burning bruised butt. Turning to the guards, you say that I am ready – but that you want me back later for more ‘obedience training’, and in fact you’ve decided to keep this one for a while, you think she’s got some potential. I swallow, for I know what kind of treatment you think I have the potential for.

    I offer no resistance, no resistance at all, as the guards unlock the cell and lead me away. My pussy is bruised and throbbing – every step I take makes me wince, as my swollen tender vaginal lips rub against each other. My ass stings painfully from where you smacked me repeatedly, my breasts ache and my tits are purple and sore, feeling as if they are on fire. Before I am out of sight of the cell, I have enough strength to look over my shoulder, and I blow you a kiss. You understand this for what it is – an admission of unconditional surrender, the token of my subservience and my acceptance that now I belong to you, that you own me, body and soul. Your granite expression does not change, but there is a hot glint in your eye and you nod your head just slightly in acknowledgement – and I feel a lightness in my chest, for I know that it is your confirmation that you will indeed rape me later, hard and mean, again and again and again.

    The guards are taking me to the shower block, where I will be prettied up (during which they may have a some more fun of their own with me, I’ll do whatever they want) before going for my first session of pleasuring the Warden. I recall her from when I arrived: a formidable and imposing African-American woman in her late 40s, maybe fifty, with a stern and severe manner. She inspected us new arrivals after our medical examination, when we were completely naked. As we stood with our legs apart and our hands on our heads, our breasts and pussies shamelessly exposed, the Warden had scrutinised each of us from top to toe before deciding upon our fates. I was so frightened then, and so embarrassed to have these harsh-looking uniformed black women staring at my defenceless pale nude body, that I had not really registered what she had said – but now I remember that her short cane had rapped me lightly under one breast, and then she had told her assistant with the clipboard: ‘send this one to Josie, and I’ll see her when she’s ready.’ I give a shiver, which the guards assume is of fear – and a few hours ago, they would have been correct, but now it is excitement, anticipation. I remember the Warden is a big-chested woman, and I moisten my lips at the thought of getting to fasten my mouth around her ample breasts and suck on her engorged prominent nipples.

    The guards tell me that after the Warden is done with me, it will be my first turn on the rota of pretty blondes who service the guards’ ready-room for this wing of the prison. The younger – and, I think, meaner – of the two tough African-American guards reaches behind me as she says this, and pinches my bottom painfully in the soft flesh just next to my ass-hole. She whispers to me that she’ll be on duty and waiting for me there, and that she likes to fuck white bitches in the ass – hard and deep. I gulp and swallow, and she gives a huge peal of laughter; then she stops our procession for a moment, pushes me flat against the wall, shoves a hand up my prison uniform skirt and roughly fingers my butt-hole. I make a whimpering noise … but it is not entirely from fear, I do it more to excite the guard, I want her to dominate me later, to be cruel when she takes me. She asks me if I am an anal virgin, and I lower my eyes to the floor and whisper ‘yes’ as if it shames me even to mention it, which I know will turn on the guard even more. She pulls my dress back down and pats my bottom, and with vicious relish she says:

    ‘Well, honey, you won’t be when the Warden’s through with you, that’s for sure … but, you know, it can hurt even more the second time, and that’s my turn!’ and she chuckles in pleased anticipation, not realising that – despite, or because, of the fear that flutters in my stomach and makes my knees weak – I am looking forward to our encounter with as strong a burning flame of desire as she is.

    I know now, with absolute certainty, what I am: a submissive lesbian, a sapphic masochistic slut, a pussy-eater for any dominant dyke that wants to take me – and most especially for any black woman, they are so strong and so powerful, so glorious. No wonder my sex life was dull and ineffectual before, a few desultory affairs with boyfriends that never felt like they meant anything or gave me much satisfaction, emotionally or physically. I went along that path more as part of the crowd, doing the expected things from a feeling of obligation – even that stupid business with my boss’s husband, I hadn’t really wanted it: it was mostly that I was flattered by his attentions, and lacked the confidence and willpower to keep him at bay. Now, all is revealed, the scales have dropped from my eyes – for the first time I feel natural, uninhibited, accepting whatever will come my way. I embrace my new identity: I am indeed Cunt, just a cunt on legs for any dyke to take, a piece of blonde pussy to be used and abused however my mistresses desire – and I hope they desire to be cruel, to rape me and hurt me and rape me again.

    Two years? Only two years? It isn’t long enough! – for what better place could there be than here, where I can prostrate my naked body at the feet of black lesbian dyke prisoners and guards? I will have to see if I can get my sentence extended … perhaps if I talk nicely to the Warden, when my mouth is full of her spicy cum-juice after I have eaten out her gorgeous ripe African-American pussy, maybe she can sort something out for me.

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  • The Lesbian Debt (Chapter 4) – Laura At Work

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    Laura, a lesbian, has fallen into debt and is being blackmailed into taking part in a research study to “cure” her lesbianism….

    Chapter 4
    LAURA AT WORK

    The next day was a Monday, and that meant work for Laura.

    Laura was employed by the government, at the Department of Families. She worked on a casual schedule – Mondays, Thursdays and Fridays only, from 9 to 5. She was a mere data entry clerk, entering invoices and receipts into the system and doing odd jobs for whichever section needed help. It was easy work, and that was exactly how Laura liked it. She had a lot of days off, she had little responsibility, and she got to browse the internet for most of the day.

    For work, Laura liked to dress professionally. She wore a blouse, a jacket, and a short professional skirt, much like she had worn to the Mayim Clinic last night. The idea was to look businesslike and appropriate. Laura liked to tease boys, but that was only when she was on her own turf. At work, most of the men were old, and unattractive, and in positions of power over her. She didn’t want to encourage them any more than she had to.

    Unfortunately, to some extent Laura betrayed herself. She was too much of a fashionista to wear unattractive clothes, so her business clothes were elegantly cut and beautiful, in a functional way. She wore high heels, that accentuated her legs, and made her look both sexy and vulnerable. She wore bright pink panties and bra, because pink was her favourite colour, she liked to indulge herself, and after all no one was going to see them. And, to top it off, no clothes could disguise her bright pink anime-girl hair or her large breasts. In short, even dressed as professionally as she knew how, Laura still looked eminently fuckable.

    Erica drove both girls to work, dropping Laura off before continuing to her own higher-paid job. All the trip, Laura sat in uncharacteristic silence, thinking about last night at the clinic. Already it seemed like a strange dream; despite her objective knowledge of what she had done, it didn’t seem quite real that she had sat naked for two hours and let a vibrator masturbate her to five orgasms, while a stranger watched. Laura alternated between thinking it surely couldn’t have been as bad as she remembered, and panicking at how slutty she must have looked.

    By the time Erica dropped Laura off, Laura’s pussy had become uncomfortably wet. Laura felt awkward. It wasn’t like her to get aroused quite this easily. It must still be the residue of last night’s drugs, she thought. She would need to clean herself up or spend the day surrounded by the odor of aroused cunt. There were toilets inside the building where she could clean up, but she didn’t want to even set foot inside the building with a flushed face or smelling like sex. Instead, she found a small, unattractive alleyway alongside the Department building, where the office kept its trash bins, and used some tissues from her handbag to tentatively wipe the moisture away from her cunny. She had to be careful as she didn’t want to excite herself even more. After she’d managed to mostly dry her groin, she waited a few more minutes, thinking un-sexy thoughts, until her body had calmed down. Then she went inside.

    The worst part of Laura’s work was definitely her boss, Alistair. He was a rude, lecherous pig. He was nearly 50, but Laura knew he was married to a big-titted 18-year old blonde who was young enough to be his granddaughter. He seemed to like Laura, or at least her body, as he took every excuse to have private meetings and training sessions with her, and he never looked at her face, only at her large boobs. He had never laid a finger on her, or said anything specific that would give cause for a harassment complaint, but he nevertheless made it very clear that he thought of Laura as a delicious fucktoy that fate had delivered into his little bureaucratic empire. He repulsed her on every level.

    Laura’s two closest co-workers weren’t much better. Geoffrey was a bespectacled man with graying hair who was the father of two teenaged girls. He never said much to Laura. He knew she was a lesbian, and that she lived with a female lover, and Laura guessed that he disapproved of her from the icy tone that he took on the occasions when they had to talk. He gave the impression that he would very much like to turn her pink-pantied ass over his lap and spank the lesbianism out of her.

    Her other co-worker was Candy, and Candy was a bimbo. She was in her early 20s, like Laura, with dyed blonde hair and obviously fake D-cup tits which she claimed her daddy had bought her for her 18th birthday. She was bubbly and enthusiastic and deferential and she treated both Alistair and Geoffrey as if they were her beloved father. She giggled at their jokes and complimented them on their looks. She seemed to have a different boyfriend every week and she couldn’t go a day without saying something face-slappingly stupid. Laura tried not to look at Candy much, because whenever Candy saw her looking she would say something like, “Um, thanks, but I’m not really into girls, you know? Unless, like, a boy is watching, and then it’s totally hot.” It made Laura blush bright red every time, and arguing with Candy would just result in a stream of claims about how Laura had been ogling Candy’s tits or something equally humiliating, so she just stayed focused on her work and tried to pretend she had no co-workers.

    Today Laura had barely gotten inside the building before she was intercepted by Alistair. “Laura, meeting in my office before we start,” he said brusquely, and Laura had no choice but to follow him to his small dingy office.

    Once inside, she took a seat, and he closed the door. He pulled his chair over to sit near to her, instead of across the desk. She was uncomfortably aware he was in touching distance of her.

    “Okay, Laura, just a few things. Nothing to be worried about.” He laughed as he said this. Laura shivered.

    “Number one is about your breasts,” he said, and Laura jumped. Her breasts?

    “Try and keep them covered better, or at least wear dresses that fit,” he went on. “I know they’re very large, and you like all the men here to notice them, but it’s not appropriate for work.”

    Laura blushed. She knew she should be angry and indignant about this – how dare he? – but he’d pushed her buttons by mentioning the size of her breasts. Laura WAS embarrassed by their size, and having it mentioned immediately put her on the defensive.

    “I don’t…” she said. “I mean, they ARE covered.”

    “I’ve discussed this at the manager’s meeting,” Alistair said, “and we’re all agreed that it’s just not appropriate the way you parade them around. So, there’s that.”

    Discussed at the manager’s meeting? The managers had been discussing Laura’s breasts? She felt faint, and like she might cry.

    “Secondly, it’s come to my attention that you’re a lesbian,” said Alistair.

    “What?” jumped Laura. “How?” She immediately realised she’d said the wrong thing. She should have said, “That’s ridiculous.” She wasn’t out of the closet at work and she’d thought no one knew about her and Erica.

    “Candy mentioned to me that you’d been propositioning her,” said Alistair. Laura went red. She wanted to slap the little bimbo bitch.

    “I didn’t…” is all Laura could say.

    “Well, we wouldn’t take her word alone,” said Alistair, “so we checked your work email. You regularly email someone called Erica? And your emails are sometimes… quite explicit. The other managers were quite embarrassed even to read it.”

    Laura was starting to cry now. She’d known they could access her work email, but she hadn’t KNOWN known. Only last week she’d emailed Erica saying she couldn’t wait to get home and rape Erica’s wet little pussy with her tongue. She’d talked about how much she loved the taste of Erica’s slutty cunt-juices. She said she’d wanted Erica’s slut-nectar smeared all over her face and tits. Why had she written those? How could she look at anyone in the office if all the managers had read those emails?

    Alistair went on. “As you’re aware, Laura, you work at the Department of Families. Now, there’s no law against being a lesbian, and your employment here isn’t in any danger. But we work with a lot of people from a lot of cultures, including muslims, Christians, conservatives – we could really offend someone if we sent a staff member to deal with them, and then it turned out she was a lesbian. So what you need to do is fill out a formal declaration of sexuality, and then we use that to make sure we don’t put you in any positions where the fact that you lick cunt will offend people.”

    He showed Laura a yellow form, with what looked like a list and check boxes.

    “So we’re just going to go through all this together, okay?” he said, and smiled. He looked at her tits again. “I told you to cover up your breasts, Laura.”

    Laura hurriedly crossed her arms over her bosom. She could feel a tear running down her left cheek.

    “Now, sometimes we hire private investigators to audit these, so be truthful, because if we catch you in a lie you WILL be fired,” said Alistair. “So here we go. How long have you been sexually attracted to women, Laura?”

    “Since I was 16,” said Laura.

    “Have you ever had a sexual experience with a male?”

    “No.”

    Alistair marked the form. “When was your first sexual experience with a girl?”

    “At 16,” said Laura.

    “How many girls have you fucked?” Alistair went on.

    Laura baulked. “Does the form really say fucked?” she asked.

    “Of course not, I’m paraphrasing to make this go quicker,” said Alistair. “I’m trying to be helpful. How many girls have you fucked?”

    “Just one,” said Laura.

    “Is that this ‘Erica’?” asked Alistair.

    “Yes.”

    “And you’re still fucking her at present?”

    “Yes.”

    “Do you lick her cunt?”

    “What?” asked Laura. This was getting invasive.

    “Sorry, do you perform oral sex on her?” said Alistair, rephrasing.

    “Yes,” said Laura, her face red and streaked with tears.

    “And she on you?”

    “Yes.”

    “Do you use strap-on dildos?”

    “Sometimes.”

    “Do you fantasy role-play?”

    Laura couldn’t believe these questions. “Can I see the form?”

    “Sure,” said Alistair. He showed it to her, without letting go of it. It said exactly what he said it did.

    “Sometimes we roleplay,” said Laura reluctantly.

    “What scenarios?” asked Alistair. Laura could now see that his dick was rock-hard in his pants.

    “Schoolgirl and teacher,” she said. “Police officer and criminal. Fantasy princess and warrior.” She paused. “Sometimes… rape stuff.”

    “You fantasise about being raped?”

    “By girls. Sometimes.”

    “Do you ever engage in BDSM?”

    “Sometimes.”

    Alistair put his hand on Laura’s knee, and she flinched. “It’s okay, Laura, almost done. We just need this. To your knowledge, does anyone have any compromising photos of you, of your partner, or the two of you together?”

    Laura thought of the photo she had emailed just yesterday. But she was damned if she was going to tell Alistair about that. “No,” she said.

    Alistair released her knee. “Right, then! That’s all done! You can get on with your work. And remember to stop showing off those melons of yours, okay?”

    Laura was still crying. “Can I have a moment to…”

    “No, Laura, we’re very busy today. Just get to your desk, okay?”

    Laura got to her feet unsteadily and left Alistair’s office. It was obvious to everyone that she was crying. She tried to look daggers of hate at Candy as she walked to her desk, but she wasn’t sure she got the point across through all the tears.

    Working was hard; Laura was tempted to just go home sick for the day, but she was going to need to start making these payments to her blackmailer next week – she didn’t want to do anything to risk her employment. So she sat and she did her job, and tried to pretend that she hadn’t just been made to discuss her sexual history with her boss.

    At lunch she went to the staff courtyard, where she met her only two friends at the Department. Taylor was a cute, thin blonde, a couple of years younger than Laura. She shared Laura’s love of anime, and was always eager to look at pictures of Laura’s newest figurines. By contrast, Michael was tall and broad shouldered, not too bright but good natured and friendly. Laura sat with the two of them as they ate sandwiches purchased from the cafeteria, and tried to forget her awful morning.

    Neither of them knew Laura was gay. They were friends, but they were work friends, and Laura didn’t want that coming out at work. So she didn’t talk about her morning, or what Alistair had said to her, even though they could both tell that she was upset.

    Spending time with them helped. Taylor’s cheerfulness and enthusiasm was contagious. As far as Michael went, teasing a boy a little always made Laura feel a bit better, even if this particular boy didn’t know that she was unavailable. She went carefully with Michael, limiting herself mostly to casual touches on his arms or legs as she spoke to him and a bit of flirty eye contact, but by the time lunch was over Michael was quite flustered and Laura felt much improved.

    “Are you sure you’re all right?” asked Michael as they were putting their rubbish in the bin. He genuinely cared.

    “I’m fine,” said Laura, doing her best fake smile.

    Taylor came up behind her and gave her a hug. “We love you, you know?” the cute blonde said. “Let us know if there’s anything.” Taylor released Laura, and then bounced excitedly. “Oh, you said last week we could come and see your figurines. When can we do that?”

    Laura thougth about her weeknights, now taken up with work at the clinic. “How about next weekend?” she said. “Saturday?”

    “Sounds great,” said Michael.

    After lunch the rest of the day was easier. Remembering she had friends made Laura feel less worried about the other recent developments in her life. She got through the long afternoon, and found herself facing the prospect of her second night working at the Mayim Clinic.

    (To be continued…)


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  • New Enceladus – chapter 2

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    College lesbian copulation and competition, before a space flight.

    May 30th, 2208 – North Nevada University

    Zoologist Esina Abdi

    On the first day of mission training, my roommate Rhonda and I had an awkward moment. For several seconds we stared at each other’s bodies in the gym shower room. I didn’t think I liked girls, until I saw her nude. With her curly red hair and voluptuous shape, she was beautiful.

    Still, the mission was the most important thing to us. It was the only thing in my life that really mattered anymore. The fraternization rules were quite strict. We turned away from each other and never discussed it.

    Over the last three years, we became best friends. We studied together and helped each other through all kinds of difficulties. Her sister was struggling with drugs and went to rehab several times. The month after our second year started, my parents and brother died in an earthquake. I don’t know what I would have done without her.

    When our final exams were finished, we had two hours to pack up our dorm room and say goodbye. We were nervous and on-edge about our chances of being picked for the mission. We said our goodbyes to everyone else and packed up with almost half an hour to spare. Our belongings would be sent to the appropriate places once our fates had been decided.

    I said, “Rhonda, I wish you luck. You’ve been a great friend! Whatever happens, I’m gonna miss you so much!”

    She optimistically said, “Maybe we’ll both go. Wouldn’t that be GREAT?”

    We knew only three out of the fifty who just took the exam would be chosen, and I was usually a realist. I hugged her a long time. When we began to move apart, I said, “If I can’t go, I hope you get my place instead. You’re the best friend I ever had!”

    “Esina! I love you!” She stared in my eyes and smiled through her tears.

    I stared back at her as her cheeks reddened. I felt a dampness begin between my legs, and my nipples tingled a little. At the end of the exam we were no longer cadets, so the fraternization rules didn’t apply to us anymore. I’m glad nobody can tell when I blush, due to the dark skin I inherited from my Kenyan ancestors. “I love you too, Rhonda!” I kissed her experimentally, to see if she felt what I did.

    She kissed me back, licking my lips and gently squeezing one of my breasts. “I’ve wanted to do this for years!” She glanced at her screen and quickly pulled off her top. She urgently said, “It takes six minutes to run to the Admin building. That gives us nineteen. Get your clothes off!”

    In an office a kilometer away –

    I smiled into the screen as the Dean of another University introduced me, “Students, this is Fanaka Adan, the Colony Training Director. She’s in charge of preparing the colony ship crews. The third one leaves in two weeks. Please show your appreciation for Director Adan taking the time to talk with us.” I smiled and waited for their applause to fade.

    “I hope all of you love to learn and are working hard to be the best you can. That’s what it takes, to start a new home on another planet. A new colony will be founded on one of the planets around star Ptolemy-1. The colonists need to be clever, self-sufficient, and resourceful. We’re sending just one ship, with only 240 women and 120 men.

    That might not sound fair for the girls, but they need to produce as many children as they can to make their new home a success. The population goal is 2,000 in the first generation and a million in 200 years. The ladies need to have at least eight children each to achieve that. We’re also sending ten thousand frozen embryos with them, to make sure the colony has plenty of genetic diversity.

    Speaking of diversity, all final year students are welcome to apply for the next colony mission. They need to be highly skilled in their specialty and willing to produce many children when they arrive. Everybody will be evaluated fairly. Canadian, Chinese, or Congolese; straight, bi, queer, or gay; tall or short; male or female; even those freaks who prefer fruit to chocolate.” That got a few chuckles.

    “Study hard and stay fit, and you might have a chance to live on another planet someday too. All of you will receive a link to apply for our next training group. Thanks for your time, and good luck.”

    I changed apps and ended the connection as they started to applaud again. I was happy to see the scientists had finally agreed on the last species of plants, microbes, and animals to send. The ship was nearly ready and waited in orbit for cargo and crew. My only task left was to approve the final choices and congratulate them.

    Zoologists – Crew

    Esina Abdi 889

    Douglas Tamsin 887

    Vera Volkova 887

    Zoologists – Alternates

    Hoshi Sakai 886

    Serthi Dalal 885

    Rhonda Simmons 883

    I briefly reviewed their files and score details, checking for any errors. Everything was in order, so I approved them. After three years of nearly nonstop work, I’d finally have three months off. I planned to spend most of it on a beach somewhere, before the next batch of candidates were chosen.

    3 floors down – Esina Abdi

    Rhonda and I made it to the Admin building with only half a minute to spare. Her bra was loose on me, and mine must have been tight on her. We did what we had to, in order to save a few seconds.

    The half hour wait that followed seemed like the longest month of my life. Our screens dinged and displayed the message we’d been eagerly anticipating, ‘Proceed to Director Adan’s office.’ We were thrilled! Both of us made it to the final six! Most of the other forty or so people in the waiting area cried, sighed, or groaned. Clearly, they didn’t. One guy even yelled “NO!” and punched a wall.

    In her office the Director said, “Congratulations to all six of you. After a final two weeks’ acclimation and loading supplies, half of you will be on the way to another world. Of more than five thousand, you are the six best candidates in Zoology this year. All of you should be proud. Those who don’t go will still have great careers ahead of them.” She shook hands with each of us.

    She said what I’d worked three years to hear, “The alternates are Rhonda, Hoshi, and Serthi. Congratulations, future colonists Vera, Esina, and Douglas.”

    ‘Esina!’ She called my name! I did it! But Rhonda was only an alternate. My emotions were on a roller-coaster.

    She continued, “All six of you will report to the drone stop outside at 0900 tomorrow. A drone will take you to the East Pacific space elevator, for lift to the station and the ship. The alternates will assist with loading supplies and organizing things.

    You’re civilians until you climb in the drone, then service rules apply again. Enjoy your last night of freedom for an exceptionally long time. Gamble away a week’s pay, maybe even six. Have a drink or six. Find a lover or six.”

    All of us blushed and giggled.

    “Rooms have been reserved for you at the Casino Grand Hotel tonight. Dismissed!”

    As we turned and started to leave, she called out; “Remember, oh nine hundred. One minute late, and the drone leaves without you!”

    Once I boarded the ship money would be useless to me, so I decided to have one Hell of a spendy good time. We went to the most expensive hair salon in the city, then the best massage parlor and a great restaurant. We saw a musical at a famous theatre. We stopped at a liquor store, where I got an expensive bottle of wine and Rhonda got two bottles of vodka. When I asked how she planned to drink that much, she just chuckled and smiled.

    On the ride to the hotel, I asked her to gamble at the casino with me, but she wanted to go dancing. We agreed to split up, then meet in my room for some sexy bedtime fun.

    As we walked in the hotel lobby, she tucked a bottle under her arm and said to me; “I don’t need money to dance. There’s two month’s pay on it. Play some roulette for me.” She handed me her banking token.

    I was a little concerned. Since she probably wasn’t going, wouldn’t she need money to live as a civilian after the launch? I shrugged it off. We were in love and having fun.

    “Whatever happens in the future, remember, I’ll always love you, Esina!” She kissed me, then got in the elevator to the dance club upstairs. I wondered why she said that, since I’d see her again in only a few hours.

    The slot machine sounds and the flashing lights were intoxicating enough, but I took sips of wine as I gambled anyway. Slots, roulette, craps, blackjack; I had loads of fun, trying and failing badly at all of them.

    By two in the morning, I only had three credits left. I drunkenly asked a security guard for more wine. She was kind and helped me to my floor, then reminded me my room was at the far end of the hall on the right.

    A lot of the other candidates were nude or half-dressed, drinking and dancing in the hall. Several couples were having sex with their doors open. In one room I could see five naked people on the floor, kissing and fondling each other. The place resembled an old Roman orgy. There was even an Asian man kneeling in the middle of the hall naked, sucking and jerking off another guy and fingering a woman at the same time. I recognized him! He was Rito Mori, our Mission Commander!

    In the room next to mine, the door was open. I saw Rhonda with our rivals, Vera and Serthi. Rhonda winked at me but didn’t say anything. All three of them were sitting on a bed half naked! They rolled dice, drank from their booze bottles, then groped or kissed each other!

    I loved Rhonda! No! How could she! She broke my heart!

    I cried as I struggled to open the door to my room. How could she do that to me! She said she loved me! I slammed the door and flopped onto the bed, then cried myself to sleep.

    I woke with a hangover, as I heard a man running back and forth in the hall yelling, “WHERE ARE MY PANTS? WHO TOOK MY PANTS?”

    I glanced at the clock, and it showed ‘LEB’. I wondered, ‘What? ‘LEB’ isn’t numbers? What’s going on?’ I finally noticed I was upside-down and rolled over. The time was 8:37! I had under half an hour to get to the drone stop! I realized my usual morning shower would have to wait. I grabbed a piece of toast off somebody’s plate as I ran past the hotel restaurant on the way out.

    There was already a crowd at the drone stop as I arrived. I saw Rhonda and stared at the ground, to avoid dealing with her. She walked near me and said, “I’m so sorry, Esina! I love you!”

    I didn’t know how to handle it. I stayed quiet and stared more intently at the ants and a weed growing in a pavement crack.

    “This is the most important thing in our lives! I have to go with you! I love you! There was no other way!”

    I was curious what she meant and glanced around. I didn’t see Vera or Serthi. Rhonda must have guessed what I was thinking, because she explained, “Serthi’s a lightweight, she blacked out on only a third of a bottle. But there’s only one way to outdrink a Russian.”

    I curiously looked at her. Rhonda smiled cutely and quietly said, “You cheat. I dumped most of my vodka in the toilet and replaced it with water. If they don’t show up in the next two minutes, I’m going!”

    I didn’t want to make a scene, so I quietly said; “It’s the most important thing in their lives too, and you’re stealing it from them.”

    “Do you really want to be stuck on a hostile world, depending on somebody who would fall for that?” She had a point, but that didn’t make it right.

    The drone arrived and we got in with the others. As we lifted off, I saw Serthi run around the corner two blocks away. She waved in the vain hope the drone might come back.

    I wondered, ‘Now what do I do about Rhonda?’


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