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Kurtis wants to seduce his next sister, but will Iliasa submit, or will he have to dominate the sexy beauty?

The Son of Lust

Chapter c

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story.

Kurtis – Coral Isle, Jyou Sea

I just came in my sister, Lasla’s pussy, and the possibilities before me were exciting.

Both Lasla and my twin sister, Pyrriah, wanted me to breed them and the other women of our family. In that moment as I came down from the high of my orgasm, I pictured all the women of my family.

At the head was Azuliana, mine and Pyrriah’s mother. A dragon, a member of the hermaphroditic race who’d been bred by the God Las one magical night. Blue hair, deep-sapphire eyes, and large tits that bounced before her. She was the only other person on the island that had a cock, but only when she wanted it. Hers wasn’t permanent, like mine.

She was married to Sianili, a gorgeous and slender sylph. Air and light, playful and loving. She floated through the world sometimes, her body petite. Her breasts small. She was Lasla’s mother, bred the same night by Las as Pyrriah and me. The three of us were born so close together we might as well be twins.

Then there were our two sylph sisters. Azuliana and Sianili’s two daughters they had together. Sylphs were hermaphrodites technically. They were the only one of the five races, or so I’d been taught, that didn’t have cocks ever. Dragons controlled when they had theirs, elves only had theirs for three days in a month while gnomes were the opposite, losing their cocks three days in a month, and naiad always had theirs. A sylph needed another hermaphrodite to breed her.

Could I breed one of my sylph sisters? Or my step-mother? I was the son of a dragon and a god. A demigod of lust.

Frelia danced in my mind next. My oldest sister. She had violet hair and yellow eyes, a striking combination. Her round breasts always heaved. She was a dominating one, always giving orders to us younger siblings.

Iliasa was a few years older than us, the middle daughter. She had short, white hair and an elfin face. Cute and gentle but with the large breasts she’d inherited from our dragon mother. She had my dick throbbing.

“What are you thinking about?” asked Lasla.

“He has naughty ideas in his mind,” Pyrriah said. Her red hair spilling over her cheeks seemed like fire in the small grove. Moonlight filtered down through the palm trees.

“Yes, I do,” I said.

I could be like Thrak, giving the woman of my family orders. A strong and dominating man. One who took charge. Like he had of Faoril, the black warlock. He’d tamed her magic and turned her from evil to good so she could help the noble Sir Angela in her quest to stop the feared dragon, Dominari.

According to my mother, Dominari was her cousin. Azuliana might be the last dragon left in the world. It was why we lived on this small island in the middle of the sea. Remote. No one would find us here. I heard stories of the world beyond, of all the delights. Of other men, like Thrak, who tamed women.

“I’m going to breed our entire family,” I declared, rising from Lasla. “Our sisters. Even our mothers.”

“Yes!” Lasla moaned, her voice brimming with passion. “Our father would be so proud of you.”

“Mmm, I like it when you’re bold,” moaned Pyrriah. “It makes me feel so wet when you’re so dashing and heroic.” Her hair almost glowed again like it had when she came. “Take me. Make sure you’ve bred me!”

“Lick out the cum from Lasla’s pussy while I do it,” I ordered.

She obeyed. Oh, yes, I would take charge of the family.

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Lasla

I felt amazing the next morning. I stretched from my grass mat in the small hut I shared with Pyrriah. Our dominating brother had slept in her with us. He wasn’t supposed to do that. Our mothers had built him his own hut.

They didn’t want him fucking us. But he had. He finally had. My blood sang with it. I just knew our divine father, Las, was happy with us. He was a man with boundless seed. His son had to be the same, just fertilizing every woman he could. I hoped I was pregnant with his babies.

I blinked when I saw him sitting up. He had a big smile on his face. I shivered and asked, “What, Kurtis?”

“I want you and Pyrriah to lure…”

I shuddered as I listened to his commands. Pyrriah, sitting up beside me, moaned in delight. I was so eager to obey. This would be just so wonderful. My excitement rippled through me. I couldn’t wait for the fun to begin.

I had to wait for the right time. First, we had to help the family with breakfast. No one commented on Kurtis emerging from our hut. I don’t know if they realized it, though Mother Azuliana seemed to be looking at us with narrow eyes.

It was a communal affair making breakfast. The fish Mother Azuliana had caught had to be cleaned and grilled. The family worked fast, Frelia giving out orders like she was in charge more than our mothers. My sylph mother just had a soft smile on her lips. She sat close to Mother Azuliana as we ate, their shoulders rubbing, their intimacy obvious.

Pyrriah and I sat beside our bother on the mats of woven grass. The smoke from the open heart rose in the air. We had a closed hearth for when storms came, but most days were too lovely to use it. We wore just simple clothing, grass skirts and bands about our breasts, a loincloth for Kurtis. He sat proud, like a king. He had changed.

It was so sexy. This must be what the mighty Thrak was like. The great orc barbarian who had left his people to help Sir Angela in her noble quest. He had braved so many dangers at her side. They said he sailed to the other side of the world with his wife at his side on a pirate ship.

Some say he conquered the lands on the other side of the world and ruled there still as a king with Faoril at his side and concubines delivered to him every day to satiate his orcish lusts. I quivered, aching to have that with my brother.

But we only had our family.

The morning passed so slow. There was always work to do. We had food to gather and we had to repair our structures. A storm had come in a week ago, and there was so much weaving to do. Afternoon came when, finally, we could employ our plan.

“Iliasa, I need to relax,” I groaned, sitting down beside my older sister.

Her large boobs swayed in her top as she smiled at me, her hands weaving grass into a mat. “You do look sweaty.”

“I know,” I said. “Why don’t we go bathe. In the grotto. I love it there.”

“The grotto?” Iliasa scrunched up her face. Her white hair ruffled in the breeze. She wore it short, a bob that didn’t quite reach her shoulders. “That’s so far.”

“But soooo refreshing.” I nudged her with my shoulder. “Don’t you want to go there and just soak for a while?”

“Soak?” Pyrriah asked. She just happened to overhear us. “Where at?”

“The grotto,” I said.

“Excellent!” she said, grabbing Iliasa’s wrists and pulling our sister to her feet. “Let’s go. I could use a soak.”

“I guess it’s fine,” said Iliasa.

“It’ll be great,” I said, hooking my arm through hers.

“Yep,” Pyrriah said, her red hair swaying. Her color was so striking. Kurtis and I both ended up with black hair, and while Frelia had violet hair, that wasn’t too far from Mother Azuliana’s sapphire hair. The red stood out.

And why did Pyrriah’s glow? Mine didn’t glow.

The three of us headed down the trail towards the grotto. It lay on the north side of the island, a small cut into the cliffside with a pool in it. The waters were always refreshing and crystal clear as they bubbled up out of the ground. A mineral spring that just took all the ache out of your muscles.

We chatted as we walked, not about much of anything. It took a half-hour or so to reach it, following the trail our family had made over the years. We had thoroughly explored the island. As children, Kurtis, Pyrriah, and I would mount expeditions to try and find new things.

We never did, but it was fun.

At the grotto, the three of us stripped naked. Iliasa didn’t notice the coil of rope lying nearby as the three of us got into the pool and sank down into the refreshing water. I groaned as it spilled over me. My skin tingled. I sat my butt on the smooth water, my round breasts bobbing on the surface. Iliasa’s big boobs really floated as she leaned back and closed her eyes.

Pyrriah, sitting beside me, glanced down the trail and smiled. Our brother made his move.

Kurtis strode up naked, his body tanned by the sun. He was strong, his muscles rippling. Not a soft bit about him. He was all so hard, so different from us women. He was naked, his cock thrusting hard before him, his balls swaying. I licked my lips, remembering sucking on them yesterday when he took our virginities.

“Three beauties bathing in a pool,” he said, “how lovely.”

Iliasa’s eyes snapped open. She gasped and whirled around, standing up. Her big tits heaved. She covered her breasts with her arms, cradling them while squeezing her thighs tight. Her pale cheeks—none of the sylphs ever tanned—darkened with a blush.

“K-Kurtis!” she gasped. “You’re not supposed t-to spy on us when we’re bathing. Mother Azuliana will be very, very upset with you.”

“Do I look like I’m spying?” he demanded, marching up.

His cock bobbed. He was so thick. My pussy clenched, remembering him being in me. I let out a throaty moan as Iliasa trembled. She shuffled back a step as he approached. Her cheeks were even brighter now.

“Why are you here?” Iliasa demanded, her voice strained. “And naked.”

“You know why I’m here,” he said. His smile grew. “I know that you like to look at me, Iliasa. I feel your eyes on me.”

“I don’t look at you,” she gasped.

“Liar.” He grabbed his cock. “You’re looking at me right now. You’re staring at what you want. What your body craves. There are only two cocks on this island, and here’s one right here.”

“Y-you’re my brother,” she said.

“And?”

I leaned over and whispered to Pyrriah, “This is about to get so hot.”

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Kurtis

Iliasa’s blue eyes were on my cock. I could feel them staring at me. She shuddered, her arms struggling to cover up the bounty of her large breasts. Her nipple peeked through between them, hard and erect. Water ran down her thighs, but was that only from the pool?

“Don’t be afraid,” I said. “I can give you what you want. What you crave.”

Iliasa swallowed. Then she gave a frightened squeak and darted for the edge of the pool to run past me. I bent down and picked up the coil of rope. She burst past me and out of the grotto. I whirled around and grabbed her.

She gasped as I seized her by the arm and spun her about. Her tits came into view. They bounced and heaved, smacking together. Her flesh rippled as she stared at me with shock. Her blue eyes brimmed with emotion.

I could feel her desire. Her lust. I just had to get through to her that this was okay. I had to teach her body that she loved this. My dick ached as I grabbed both of her wrists and pressed them together. She squirmed, but I was stronger than her.

“K-Kurtis,” she stammered.

I pinned her against a palm tree and moved quickly. She gasped, her large breasts pressing against my chest while my cock rubbed into her stomach. Her thrashing felt amazing against me. I loved it, my cock twitching and throbbing with her every movement. I groaned, savoring that wonderful sensation.

I threw the rope around the trunk and pulled it tight. In moments, I had her secured to the tree, arms thrust over her head. She gasped, her eyes wide. I stepped back and admired her beauty all bound up. The way her large breasts heaved. Her hips wiggled from side to side. She had no hair on her pussy, her lips bare and exposed.

Gleaming.

“Kurtis!” she gasped. “This isn’t funny.”

“No, it’s not,” I said, grabbing my cock. “I know you want this. You’ve been lusting for this for months, haven’t you? Years.”

“N-no,” she gasped, her cheeks blushing so bright.

“Liar.” I cupped her chin and lifted her blue eyes to gaze into mine. “You have those same desires burning through your veins as Lasla and Pyrriah.”

“I don’t,” she complained. “I’m not a daughter of Las. I’m normal. I don’t want this, Kurtis.”

I stroked her cheek, her skin so silky. She was so flushed. I stared into her eyes, her pupils so wide they almost swallowed all the blue now. I pushed my cock into her stomach and my chest into her tits. Her hard nipples rubbed into my body.

I leaned in to her ear, nuzzling aside her white locks, and whispered, “Then why are your nipples hard, Iliasa?”

“I… That’s is… It just happens. They get hard. It doesn’t mean anything, Kurtis. Please, please, I’m your sister.”

“I know.” My hand released her chin to slide my fingers down to her throat. I felt the flutter of her pulse. “You’re my sexy sister who needs her passions released. You need what I gave Pyrriah and Lasla. You need my cock in you.”

“I don’t!” she gasped.

My other hand slid my cock down her stomach. The tip rubbed down her skin. I shuddered as her skin grew silkier and warmer the closer I came to her crotch. I crossed her pubic mound and then I was nuzzling at the lips of her pussy folds.

“Why are you so wet if you don’t want my cock in you?” I asked. I licked her ear. “Huh, Iliasa?”

“Well… That is…” She quivered. “I was just in the water. That’s why I was wet. That’s just from the pool.”

“Really?” I pushed the tip of my cock into her folds, parting them just enough to rub on her hymen. Only I didn’t find a hymen. I shuddered at that. She was so tight, virginal tight, but she had no membrane.

Was that because she was a sylph?

“Are those hot juices soaking around the tip of my cock from the cool pond?” I asked in her ear, savoring her pussy squeezing around just the tip. I wanted to ram into her. But she had to beg.

She shook her head.

“Are you sure?” I asked, sliding my cock another inch into her virgin depths. Her silky flesh squeezed about me.

“Y-yes!” she moaned.

“Then why are you so warm and juicy inside?” I asked.

“I… That’s…” She shook her head.

“So you don’t want my cock to fuck you?” I asked, pressing another wonderful inch into my sister’s pussy. Her silky flesh squeezed about my dick. She felt so incredible. I wanted to just slam to the hilt in her.

But Thrak had discipline. So would I.

Lust unrestrained was just chaos. Just thrusting my cock in anything was what a beast did. I had purpose here. I had intention. I need Iliasa to admit what I knew she felt. Her pussy clenched around my cock, almost sucking at it.

“Huh, Iliasa?” I asked.

She quivered, squirming, her breasts rubbing against me. Her face contorted in bliss. Her eyes squeezed shut. She whimpered and moaned. I loved her fight. Her struggle. She thought this was wrong, but I would show her how right incest was.

“If you don’t say anything, I’m just going to fuck you hard,” I whispered.

She gasped, her twat squeezing around my dick. “N-no, I don’t want you to fuck me!”

“Are you sure?” I asked. My hands stroked up her sides to her large breasts. “Don’t you want me to fuck you? To breed you?”

The heat of her pussy flared. A warm breeze swirled around us, her white hair dancing. Her blue eyes quivered. She let out this moaning whimper. The struggle in her expression was incredible. Her body squirmed against the palm tree, the ropes binding her wrists above her head rasping.

“No!” she shouted. It felt torn from her. She panted. Ragged.

“You’re sure?” I asked, my hands kneading her tits. “You don’t want me to fuck you and breed you?”

Splashing echoed behind me, my other two sisters watching and having their fun. Iliasa cocked her head, staring past me for a moment.

“Ignore them,” I said. “Pretend it’s just me and you.” My fingers dug into her tits. Her pussy squeezed about my cock over and over again. Her hot juices ran down my shaft, leaking from her passion. “Tell me the truth.”

“I… I don’t… I don’t want you to fuck me. To breed me! You’re my brother, Kurtis.”

“That’s your final answer?” I asked, savoring being in her.

She whimpered and nodded.

“Okay,” I said and pulled out of her slowly.

I savored every inch of my cock pulling out of her pussy. It was so hard to do this. I didn’t want to leave my sister’s cunt. I wanted to stay in her. I wanted to fuck her so hard until she exploded on my cock. I wanted her howling out in pleasure as she quivered on my big dick.

But I would respect her wishes. I would control my lust because I wanted more than just to take her. I wanted her to beg for it. I wanted her to be utterly mine. I shuddered as I pulled out that last inch from her pussy.

She gasped as she was suddenly empty.

I stepped back, my cock bobbing out before me. The tip and a few inches of shaft gleamed with her pussy cream. She trembled there, her body squirming. She shoved her thighs tight together. Her face contorted.

“T-that’s it?” she asked.

“That’s it,” I said. “If you don’t want to fuck me, why Pyrriah and Lasla are more than happy to take my cock.”

“More than happy!” Lasla moaned.

“We love his dick pumping in and out of us,” Pyrriah added. “His cock was meant for us. To breed us.”

“You’re not going to just fuck me?” Iliasa whimpered.

I smiled. “What are you saying? That you want me to just slam my cock into you?”

“N-no.” she swallowed. “But I’m helpless. I couldn’t stop you. I’m tied out. bound. I’m at your mercy.”

My dick throbbed.

“If you wanted to, you could just fuck me hard. You could pump all your seed in me and breed me no matter what I wanted.” Feverish lust spilled across her face. She wiggled, the rope groaning over her head.

My dick twitched hard at what she said. My smile grew.

“If you want me to fuck you, just say it,” I said.

“You’re my brother!” She trembled, her big boobs heaving. “I d-don’t want you to fuck me. But I can’t stop you from sliding that big, thick cock into my virgin pussy and making me climax on your dick. I can’t stop you from pumping all your incestuous seed in me and breeding me. You’re stronger than me. You could tie me up whenever you want. I couldn’t stop you. You could fuck me whenever you decide to force me.”

Her thighs gleamed. Rivulets of pussy cream dribbled down from her pussy. Her entire body quivered, the palm tree quaking behind her. A breeze flowed around her, whipping at her hair, rustling the fronds over her head.

“Please, please, I’m so helpless to stop you from doing whatever you want to me, Kurtis!”

My sister’s begging had me so turned on. This was even more exciting than getting her to admit she wanted me. This game, this desire to be bound and forced to cum, was intoxicating. The desperate need in her face to be fucked hard, that naughty gleam in her blue eyes, had me taking those steps back to her.

“No, no, I’m you’re going to take advantage of me after all!” she gasped, her big tits swaying. They smacked together. “You’re such a lecherous brother.”

“Mmm, I am,” I said.

“Your father’s blood pumps through you! You want to fuck me even though I’m your sister.”

“That makes it all the hotter.” I grabbed her right leg and lifted it up, exposing her pussy to me fully. That hairless twat dripped in her passion. Her cinnamon musk filled the air around us. She smelled so different from my other two sisters.

I breathed it in.

“I’m going to force you whenever I want,” I said.

“You cad!” She quivered. “Despoiling your innocent sister! Making her cum on that big dick and then breeding her! You should be ashamed of yourself!”

“Yes!” I growled and pressed my cock into her pussy. “I should be. But I’m not, Iliasa. You’re mine now.”

“I can’t say no! You’re so much stronger than me. I can’t stop you from making me into your toy.”

“That’s right.” I kissed my older sister on the mouth and rammed my dick into her pussy’s depths.

She groaned into the kiss. Her tongue met mine while her pussy clenched around me. I groaned at taking another one of my sister’s virginities. I filled her up, stretching out her tight hole. She squeezed around me, trembling.

Her big breasts rubbed into my chest. The rope rasped together overhead. Her right leg hooked around my waist, pulling me into her pussy. She squeezed around me, kissing me back with such hunger.

I broke the kiss. “I’m going to breed you.”

“Insatiable monster!” she moaned. “Taking advantage of me! You’re horrible.”

“So horrible,” I groaned as I pulled back.

“Yes!”

Her pussy squeezed around me as I drew back like she didn’t want me to leave her depths. Her leg flexed, pulling me back into her. I slammed to the hilt in her taboo pussy. I savored her hot flesh engulfing me again.

Behind me, my two sisters moaned. They were enjoying the show. I loved their eyes on me as I fucked our older sister. I slammed into the sylph’s pussy again and again, reveling in the incestuous grip of her juicy cunt.

I stared into her blue eyes, loving the pleasure that spilled through their depths. She groaned and moaned, loving what I did to her. She whimpered, the air spilling faster around us. It caressed my hot flesh as I buried to the hilt in her again and again.

“Such a wicked brother!” she moaned and then wrapped her other leg around me.

She held me tight. Both her legs gripped me. I drove into her pussy with hard strokes I slammed to the hilt in her. I buried hard and fast. I stared into her eyes as my dick plundered into her cunt again and again.

Her pussy gripped me. That wonderful and silky sheath squeezed about me. I groaned, plunging into her over and over again. I buried hard, my balls smacking into her flesh, heavy with the cum that I would dump into her pussy.

“Such a bad brother!” she moaned. “Forcing me to enjoy this cock.”

“Mmm, you’re going to cum on my big dick, aren’t you, slut?”

“Yes!” she gasped, her thighs squeezing about my waist while her pussy clenched about my dick burying into her pussy. “You’re forcing me to feel so much forbidden pleasure. You’re going to make me explode. Such a cad. I can’t believe this. Oh, yes, yes, I can’t believe this at all! Fuck me harder! Ram that cock into my slutty cunt!”

I did.

I buried hard into my older sister’s cunt. I slammed to the hilt in her, savoring her moans, her pussy squeezing about my dick. I loved her passion. She could be as loud as she wanted. We were on the far side of the island. No one should be around to hear the slut.

I reveled in her pussy. I slammed deep and hard into her again and again. She built that pressure in my balls. That explosive ache that would have me spurting my seed into her fertile depths. I couldn’t wait.

I kissed her again, claiming her mouth. She returned it with wild passion. I pounded her as she moaned into my kiss. Her nipples rubbed hard into my chest, her breasts so soft. I groaned, savoring every hard thrust into her pussy.

She kissed me with such passion. Her tongue thrust into my mouth now. She groaned, her cunt squeezing so hot around my dick. The silky friction increased around my shaft. She moaned and shuddered.

I broke the kiss and snarled, “Are you about to cum on my cock, slut?”

“Yes!” she moaned. “You’re making me feel so good. I can’t help it! I know it’s wrong, but… but… Yes!”

Her pussy went wild about my dick. I groaned at the feel of her cunt writhing and spasming around my dick. The rippling bliss felt incredible. I groaned as I buried into my older sister’s hungry pussy.

“Breed me!” she howled. “I’m at your mercy! So helpless! I can’t stop you! Pump all that jizz in me, Kurtis!”

“Master!” I growled, pumping into her cunt. “I own your pussy now. I own you!”

“Yes, yes, Master!” she howled, her pussy convulsing so loudly. Just like the deadly rakshasa pirate that Thrak had tamed. He had made her into his slave.

And now my sister was mine.

Her pussy spasmed with such wild ferocity about my dick. I groaned as I slammed to the hilt in her writhing cunt and claimed her utterly as mine. I erupted my seed into her. I pumped my taboo spunk into Iliasa’s convulsing snatch.

She bucked against me. Her thighs squeezed tight about me as the pleasure slammed through my body. She moaned, her big boobs rubbing into my chest. The ropes groaned above. The palm tree quivered and quaked while her pussy sucked at my cock.

“My brother is forcing me to be his slave!” she howled. “Forcing me to be his breeding whore!”

“Yes!” I growled, spurting blast after blast of my cum into her.

The pleasure slammed into my mind. I groaned at the bliss blazing across my thoughts. The rapture sizzled there as her pussy milked out the last of my cum. She emptied that load of cum. But she would be taking more.

So many more.

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Lasla

“Oh, my god,” I hissed as I knelt on the pool beside Pyrriah. “She wants him.”

“I know,” Pyrriah moaned. She quivered beside me, her hip rubbing into mine. “She’s begging him to force her. It’s so hot. Our brother is such a heroic man. Ooh, he’s going to have such adventures. I can just feel it.”

I glanced at her and saw her hair was glowing again. Not from cumming, but just from witnessing Kurtis dominating Iliasa. Already, he was heading back to her to fuck her hard. My pussy blazed over with rapture.

“I need to cum,” I moaned and kissed Pyrriah.

I pressed her down, squirming on her. This was so hot. This was so exciting. Our brother pounded Iliasa. Her moans echoed around the island as my tongue danced with my sister’s. We were practically twins, our bodies nearly identical save our hair.

And the flavor of our pussies.

I spun around. I had to eat her. I had to feast on my sister. As she squirmed beneath me, lying on the very edge of the grotto pool, I straddled her face. I pressed my trimmed bush down on her face while I nuzzled my lips into her fiery bush. Her tangy musk filled my nose. That wonderful aroma had me shuddering in delight.

I licked her. She licked at me. In the background, our brother fucked our older sister hard, making her his slut. She begged to be bred as my tongue fluttered up and down Pyrriah’s pussy. I shuddered, loving this so much.

Kurtis was such a stud!

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Kurtis

“I’m going to keep fucking you until—”

“What in Illth’s diseased cock are you doing to Iliasa, Kurtis!” roared a voice that sounded so much like my dragon mother’s.

I pulled out of Iliasa and spurn around to find Frelia marching straight at us. Her round breasts bounced in her wrap of woven leaves while her grass skirt rustled around her waist. She planted her hands on her hips in a great imitation of our dragon mother. Frelia’s violet hair swayed in the breeze rustling through the trees around us.

“Kurtis, what have you done?” she demanded. “You tied up our sister and fucked her? What is wrong with you.”

“He forced me,” moaned Iliasa, a dreamy smile on her lips. “I had no choice but to let him fuck me and breed me.”

“You little pervert,” hissed Frelia. She marched up to me, fury on her face. “I know that Las is your father, but that’s no reason to be a horny degenerate raping your sisters.”

“So hard,” moaned Iliasa. “I had no choice but to cum on his cock.”

My smile grew. “Jealous.”

Frelia flinched. “What?”

“Are you jealous that I fucked Iliasa and not you?”

Fury flashed across her face. Her yellow eyes, the same hue as Mother Sianili’s, blazed with outrage. “You think I wanted to fuck you?”

“Well, you are my eldest sister,” I said. “I’ve fucked all our other ones.”

“Fucked us so hard,” moaned Lasla. She was lying atop Pyrriah. The pair were licking each other’s pussies.

Frelia’s jaw dropped as she realized Lasla and Pyrriah were locked in their sapphic, incestuous embrace. They both moaned, squirming on the edge of the grotto pool as they devoured each other’s twats.

“It was the best,” moaned Pyrriah. “Mmm, better than eating your pussy, Lasla. Though that’s good.”

“Eating pussy is the best,” groaned Lasla. “Especially full of our brother’s cum.”

I grinned at Frelia. “So, you must be jealous.”

“Of course I’m not jealous that you… that you… That you fucked our sisters!” Air gusted around my eldest. Her violet locks whipped about her face. Her skirt rustled.

“Are you sure?” I asked. I glanced over at Iliasa’s bound form. Cum ran out of her hairless twat, spilling pearly white down her pale skin. “I mean, I pumped a lot of jizz into our sister’s pussy. I bet you’re thinking, ‘I’m the eldest. Kurtis should have fucked me first. It’s only fair.’”

“That’s not how family works! We’re your sister’s. We have the same mother. The same blood flows through our veins. You can’t fuck us.”

“Or breed us,” Iliasa moaned. “Mmm, that was so naughty of you to force me to take your seed in my fertile pussy.”

Frelia rounded on Iliasa. “What is wrong with you? Are you drunk? Have you been making wine from flowers again?”

“I’m just tied up here helpless. Our brother could fuck me at any moment, and I can’t stop him.”

“What did you do to her?” Frelia hissed and turned back to me. “Did you cast a spell on her.”

“I just fucked her,” I said. I shoved my hand threw her grass skirt and cupped her hairless pussy. I felt her hot flesh, her lips juicy.

SLAP!

Her hand struck my cheek. Her eyes blazed with anger. I grinned as the pain stung over my face. This excitement throbbed through me. It twitched from my dick and rushed through my veins. I rubbed at her hot cunt, feeling the truth of her body.

I thrust a finger up into her virgin depths. Her hot flesh engulfed me. She squeezed down on me as she gasped. Her cunt almost sucked at my digits, making my dick ache. She closed her eyes for a moment. Then they flashed open.

Her hand flew at my face again.

I caught it in my left hand and said, “You need to understand what I can do for you, too, Frelia.”

“I won’t be like Iliasa and beg for you to fuck me!” she hissed.

“I don’t beg,” gasped Iliasa. “I’m tied up. He can do whatever he wants to me.”

“You’re so transparent,” snarled our eldest sister, her pussy clenching around my finger.

“And you’re not?” I ripped my finger out of her pussy and yanked it up to hold it gleaming before her. “That’s how transparent you are.” I pressed it against her lips, smearing her own pussy cream across them. The scent of lilac filled my nose.

An invigorating scent.

“What is wrong with you!” she hissed, stepping back. But I held her wrist firm in my hand. I wouldn’t let her go. She swung in with her left hand now.

I leaned back, letting her hand fly helplessly in the air before me.

“I’m showing you that you’re a jealous hypocrite. You want your pussy to be dripping with cum, don’t you?”

“Never!” A gust of wind swept over me, rustling my hair and caressing my body. My dick tingled at it.

“You wish that was your cunt dripping in cum, don’t you?” I said, my dick throbbing.

“Yes, yes, yes, you do!” Lasla moaned, clearly bucking in orgasmic delight.

“Oh, you so do!” whimpered Pyrriah. “I know I do.”

“Show her, Kurtis! Show her she’s a big hypocrite!” howled Lasla, her body trembling atop my twin.

“You want to see what you really are?” I asked and then jerked Frelia over towards our bound sister.

Frelia gasped, her round boobs heaving in her band. Her grass skirt rustled as I dragged her across the sandy path towards Iliasa. Her large breasts heaved. She whimpered, arms trembling in the rope binding her up.

It was a long rope with plenty of slack.

Frelia hissed and thrashed. I grabbed a fistful of her violet hair with my right hand and pulled harder. She gasped and snarled like a wild cat. Her left hand smacked into my side. She struck me over and over again.

“You’re going to be begging for my cock,” I said and then forced her face into Iliasa’s pussy.

“Ooh, he’s making you lick me clean,” gasped the bound sister. My sylph-slut parted her legs wide. “Lick it all out of me. It’s okay. He’s making you do it. That makes it right.”

“It doesn’t!” Frelia moaned, her face muffled by cum-filled snatch.

I wrapped her right arm around the tree and grabbed the length of rope. I wrapped her right wrist up in it, knotting it tight. Now I just had to get her left arm around the tree so I could have her bound in place, bent over, with her face buried in Iliasa’s twat.

As if she read my mind, Pyrriah appeared. My redheaded twin pulled Frelia’s struggling arm around the tree. She brought the wrist toward the one I’d already bound. I had just enough rope left to knot them together.

Frelia hugged the tree, trapped in place, her face pressed into hot twat.

“Thank you,” I said, cupping my twin’s cheek.

Her red hair rippled with that fiery glow. “It makes me so wet when you’re so strong and commanding. You’re like Thrak. Such a powerful hero.”

I winked at her. “Now I need to get our older sister to admit that she wants my cock.”

“How?”

“Driving her wild with my tongue.” I stuck it out at Pyrriah.

She darted in and sucked on it. I groaned, my dick throbbing as she sucked on it. She grabbed my cock, pumping up and down it at the same time. Her lips pressed on mine, tasting of Lasla’s spicy pussy, and then we were kissing for a moment. We had shared a womb.

I would share everything with her. And with Lasla.

I broke the kiss and marched around the tree, Pyrriah trailing me. Lasla sat down watching with feverish eyes. She had such a huge grin on her gleaming lips. I winked at her and then fell to my knees behind Frelia.

I tore off her grass skirt as she squirmed and moaned. Iliasa gasped. Her eye shone with such delight. Her breasts swayed back and forth. They smacked together as she groaned. It was clear she loved it. Approved of what I’d done.

“He’s going to eat your pussy!” moaned Iliasa as my hands grabbed Frelia’s rump. “Oh, sister, yes! You can enjoy it when he forces you.”

“I’m not a perverted freak like you!” hissed Frelia.

“You will be!”

Pyrriah giggled behind me. Then she hugged me. Her round boobs pressed into my back. Her hands grabbed my cock. She stroked up and down me. Her lips kissed at my neck. She licked at my skin. I shivered at the heat that surged through my body. My dick twitched and throbbed she pumped up and down me.

“Make he cum,” she purred.

“I will,” I purred.

“I won’t cum,” hissed Frelia.

“I will!” Iliasa moaned. “Ooh, you’re rubbing your face into my twat. Just like me, Frelia. You don’t have a choice. Master is making you do it. Our brother is dominating you. Just surrender to his passion!”

“Never!”

“We’ll see,” I said and buried my face into her pussy.

I grabbed her rump and squeezed her. I licked at her cunt. I fluttered my tongue up and down her lilac-flavored folds. I caressed her, closing my eyes and savoring the taste of her. Her cunt juices melted across my tongue.

What a wonderful passion to enjoy.

My tongue thrust into her folds. I caressed her. Teased her. I loved every moment of licking and lapping at her. She tasted so good. Her juices dripped down my chin. I groaned into them while she struggled. The tree groaned, fronds rustling.

“Don’t tell me that’s not turning you on,” I said. “You are dripping wet, Frelia.”

“Oh, were you licking me?” Frelia asked, sounding bored. “I didn’t feel anything.”

“Then why were you moaning?” asked Iliasa.

“I wasn’t moaning!” Frelia snapped.

“Mmm, then why did the sounds you made feel so good against my pussy? Keep doing it. I’m going to drown you in all my pussy cream. Ooh, and there’s so much of Kurtis’s cum buried in my pussy. You should lick it all out of me.”

“Mmm, yes,” moaned Pyrriah. She trembled, grinding her furry bush on my ass. “ I had so much fun licking cum out of Lasla’s pussy last night.”

“She’s good at eating pussy,” Lasla said. “But Kurtis… He’ll make you melt.”

“Our brother is a stud.” Pyrriah pumped her hand faster up and down my dick. “Drive her wild. Tame her.”

“Yes!” I growled and buried my face back into my sister’s pussy.

I squeezed my fingers into her butt-cheeks and lapped up that lilac nectar. The flowery cream melted across my tongue. I fluttered my tongue up and down. I attacked her with such force lapping at her wonderful twat.

Frelia groaned, her hips wiggling. Her butt-cheeks clenched beneath my hands. She strained. I could hear her fighting against the pleasure I gave her. My tongue stroked through her folds, caressing those silky pussy lips.

Then I found her clit.

I sucked on it.

She gasped.

“Ooh, she liked that, Master,” Iliasa moaned, her large boobs swaying. She smiled at me, her white hair framing her wild face. “Do that again, Master.”

I sucked on Frelia’s clit. I fluttered my tongue against it. Her hips bucked back, slamming her pussy into my face like she tried to knock me away. I grinned, her fight only making this hotter. I fluttered my tongue around her bud and then sucked on that little nub buried amid her petals.

Her juices ran down my chin. They dripped over my features. My fingers dug into her rump, squeezing and kneading at her. I felt the tension in her body, heard her wild moans and grunts as she fought against her pleasure.

“Just like me,” Iliasa moaned. “Please, please, Frelia, just lick me. That’s what I need. What you need to do to me.”

“Yeah, just lick her,” I growled. “Lick her, and you’ll get to cum.”

“I don’t want to cum!” she moaned, her hips wiggling back and forth.

I lapped at her pussy again. I fluttered my tongue up and down her folds. “You sure.”

“Yes!”

I sucked on her clit. Her little bud throbbed in my mouth. Her butt-cheeks squeezed tight together while she let out a throaty moan. Her juices were so hot. They ran down my chin. Pyrriah squirmed behind me, her bush soaked in her juices. She stained my ass with her cream as she fisted my cock.

I popped my mouth off her clit. “Well, if you don’t want to cum, I bet Pyrriah does.”

“Ooh, I do,” she moaned.

“Eat her!” hissed Frelia. “I don’t care.”

“All right,” I said and leaned back into Pyrriah’s arms.

Once again, she seemed to know just what I wanted from her. My twin scooted back, her large breasts heaving over my head. She had this big smile on her mouth. I stretched out on the sand, my lips soaked in Frelia’s juices.

“You’re actually stopping?” Frelia asked.

“Well, Pyrriah really wants to cum,” I said as she straddled my head. She lowered her pussy towards my face. “Unless, you want me to lick your pussy, Frelia?”

My eldest sister let out a throaty groan. A tension filled the air as Pyrriah’s pussy came closer and closer to my lips. Her tangy musk filled my nose. Her juices dripped from her hairs. I stared at Frelia’s shaking ass.

“Last chance,” I said, waiting for that moment of surrender to come.

“Wait!” screamed Frelia.

To be continued…

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

Jolina and me

She was 12 when I first saw her. She was with her dad, a handsome man. Very handsome to be completely honest. But handsome guys had their downside. They were men, and never treated a woman like me good. He saw me, started to blush as I smiled at him, and he walked my way. “Are you single?” he asked. He had a deep voice, almost trembling. “Well, now that’s a good pick-up line!” I responded with a smile. He smiled as well. The ice was broken.

We started dating and after a few months he asked me to move in with him. Not knowing what to say I agreed. My move towards the little girl was made. I was going to live with her, and she liked it, at the beginning it was a bit rough, but later on we got more close, almost intimid.

It was a Saturday when I discoverd the little girl’s secret. John was out for work, and me and Jolina were home alone. Usually around this time of day she was hanging in front of the television, but this time she wasn’t there. After being completly silent for a few seconds, I heard a muffled sound, as if the sound was coming through some layers of textile. Sneaking my way up, expecting the worst and the best, the best was what was happening. There she was, moaning from under her sheats, with her hand between her thighs, moaning, huffing, breathing heavily. I stood still for some time, not believing my luck. “Need a hand?” I asked with a smile. Jolina was starteld. ‘I.. errh. . I was.. ‘ she tried to say. “No problem.” I said, silencing her. “We all do it, yet rarely talk about it.”. Ashamed, Jolina asked: ‘you as well?’. “Of course.” I replied. ‘Will you tell daddy?’ she asked me, still ashamed. “No, I will not tell daddy, if you don’t want me to. And if needed, I might be able to help you.” This was dangerous for me. Either my plan would work, of it would fail misarably, and I would never get another chance. ‘Well… I might use some tips.’. My plan had worked.
On the next Saturday, when John was out again, she asked me if she could get some tips about ‘it’. I taught her nearly everything I knew, what I like, what some of my girlfriends like, what they generaly didn’t like, what to do, what not to do, the lot. With a serious face she listend, started posing questions, and even asked me if I could show my method. “Ofcourse” I replied with a smile.

I began by taking of my clothes, in the bedroom, where nobody could see me or her. She followed my example. While we were naked, I got a good look at her body. Breasts were starting to show, but they were still small, and gorgeous. The soft belly and cute belly-button, and further down, a small vagina. Still childish, but adapting to puberty. I started rubbing my breasts until my nipples were fully erected. She followed my example. I lay on the bed, slowly rubbing my breasts with one hand, and slowly reaching down with the other. As I did so many times before, I closed my eyes and slowly began rubbing my clit. Slowly but surely, faster by the minute, using different methods of rubbing, I came close to cumming. I started putting my fingers inside, finding that g-spot, and erousing as much as I could. It got quicker and quicker until I could feel an emense feeling of relaxation coming from between my legs, spreading through my entire body. Muscles tensed and relaxed, as the last waves of feelings slowly went away.

I slowly opened one eye. She was there, looking at me. ‘Can I try now?’ she asked. “Ofcourse” I replied. She copied me quite nicely. Starting slowly, her small hand was rubbing her breast, whilst the other one went down, and rubbed the tiny vagina. “Shall I show where it’s really nice?” I asked. ‘Please do’ she replied with her eyes closed. I carefully lay the hand away for a second and started to put some distance between the vaginal lips. After some searching, I hit the spot. Her clit was fully erect and when I started rubbing it, Jolina moaned as she hadn’t moaned before. “Now you.” I said. Her hand reached down and began rubbing the small clit. It didnt take long before she climaxed. A small hand, rubbing furiously at the clit was always a good way to come. She let out a deep sigh and opened here eyes after a minute or two. ‘That was fantastic’ she said with a small voice. “I know” I replied.

We continued that tradition, masturbating with each other for a few weeks. She got more used to climaxing, and I had fun with her. She was becoming more capable by the week, and after a few weeks she asked if it was nice if you do it to another person. Naturally I said yes, thinking my plan was going quite well. ‘Who is going first?’ she asked. “Shall I begin with you?” I asked, my heart pumping like a madman. ‘Ok’. So I began. I started teasing here still small breasts, and began stroking the nipples. Every time I stroked them, she gasped. It was really cute. ‘ahh…’ she moaned, when I slowly reached more downwards. I saw here vagina, it was getting wet. ‘oh!’ she said, a bit surprised, when my hand was rubbing it all at once. I felt the small lips under my hand, felt the curving, and the small clitoris, fully erect, as I expected. I began rubbing more slowly, and more towards the small girl’s clit. She moaned harder and harder. And when I slowly held here lips apart, and started really stimulating her clitoris, she stopped moaning, and she became short-breathed. As if my hand rubbing her clit sucked all the ability to talk out of her. I rubber faster and faster. Until eventually.. With a final stroke, I saw the tiny body climax. Vaginal fluids everywhere. It was beautiful.

‘Now it’s my turn’ she said, still a bit out of breath. “Go ahead” I challenged her.

The first touch was breathtaking. I felt her small hands on my breasts, and couldn’t breath for a second. I felt her rubbing my breasts, my nipples, and I didn’t know what to do. She rubbed them slowly, but with increasing speed. Rub, rub, rub… That’s how it went.. It was great. Then she went further. She had one hand on my breast, and ventured down, like I did to her. Her touch on my vagina almost made me come. It was so great, I moaned loud. She was startled first, not knowing what was going on, but she continued fast. She rubbed both of her hands over my vagina, and began spreading them apart to find my clit. I thought for a second that I was a great teacher, and then she touched it. I was nearly coming, the feeling was immensely fantastic, but could retain it. She did notice I was close though, and with a big smile started rubbing my clit quite furiously. I moaned harder as she went faster, and eventually, I nearly screamed my name in lust, and had the best climax I ever had. There I was… Vaginal juices coming out of me, and a small girl with hands who were wet with them.

“Come here, near my face” I said. She came, still with lust in her eyes. Without stopping looking at her eyes, I grabber her hand, one of them, with some of my fluids, and licked it clean. She pulled her own hand near her mouth and did the same to her other hand, also with my fluids on it. ‘Mmm.. it tastes nice..’ she said. ‘Can I taste more next time?’ “Sure you can. Next time, I’ll show you the secret of using your mouth.” She smiled.

The next time was sooner then I thought.

In less then a week were in the same situation. We were both naked, and were both horny. Without saying anything, I started on her. I began by rubbing her small breasts with one hand, and reaching down with the other. Also, I got my head closer to the vagina. Closer and closer, until I closed my eyes and started licking everything. She screamed, she wasn’t expecting this at all. Luckily there was nobody around to hear it, so I continued. After the first few licks, she was getting used to the feeling, and started to moan, like she usually did. After a few minutes of constant licking, I could feel her climax again. I tasted her fluids, as they came out of her, and smiled about the taste. I kept on licking though, cleaning everything, and sucking even more. The little girl was speechless. “Ah, you taste fantastic” I said. ‘oh really?’ “yes. Want to taste some?” ‘ok..’ I got my head near hers and started to kiss her. She willingly accepted my tongue on hers, and tasted what I was tasting. ‘That tastes great indeed’ she said. ‘Now lie down, here I go’

She started a bit hesitant, but got it right quite soon. The sensation of her tongue, sliding and licking my vagina was.. heavens. I felt myself moving with her tongue, so I had the most pleasure, and began to moan. I moaned loader and loader as my climax got closer. Finally with a last stroke of her small tongue, I climaxed, leaving the girl’s face wet with my fluids. She sucked everything out of me, and was trying to get everything of her face, when I told her to get to me. She came, and I started licking the small face clean. She licked me clean, and I licked her. We were even.

A few minutes after we were done I asked “Shall I bring a toy with me next time?” ‘A toy, for me?’ she asked, not knowing what I meant. “Yes a toy, to make it more fun. “ ‘ok’ she answered, smiling…

To Be Continued…

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A woman sees a girl in an ice cream shop, and the girl follows her home.

CAROL & PATTY
Carol could see the crotch of the girl clearly, sitting at a small table in the ice cream store where she was enjoying a butterscotch sundae. The girl was perhaps five feet away, sitting and talking with another girl. Carol knew the girl slightly because she lived in the same suburban neighborhood, and Carol had seen her walking by her house occasionally. Her name was Patty, Carol learned when one of the girl’s friends had said her name when she laughed at something the girl said.

Carol watched the girl closely, and soon realized she was fully aware of her exposure. Not only aware, but intentionally making it obvious. She would laugh and giggle and squirm in the small white chair, spreading her knees in a way that would, to some, appear accidental in her exuberance. But Carol had seen those sparkling eyes peek at her from time to time.

Patty was a beautiful girl, slender with honey-blonde hair and creamy skin. Her personality was bubbly and outgoing. She was a typical California girl, perhaps a bit more. She was well tanned, and her body was exquisite.

At the moment, she wore a very tight light-blue T-shirt. Her small, but succulent breasts were molded, outlined by the garment, and from the way her nipples protruded, Carol knew very well that she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were sweetly shaped. The skirt she wore must have came from the sixties, it was so short. But then, if any girl had the body for a micro skin, it was Patty. Her legs were long, slender, inviting to the eye. The golden color of them testified to her love of sunshine.

Gazing toward Patty, Carol saw the girl pretend to lose her balance on the chair. One leg shot out, and the whole of Patty’s crotch became blatantly visible. The crotch of her panties seemed as tight as her T-shirt, Carol thought. Her panties were a pale green.

Carol found herself gazing steadily into Patty’s dark eyes. There was heat in those eyes, she realized, and she wondered if Patty was really the tease she appeared to be. Those eyes were unashamed, quite bold. Patty moved the pink tip of her tongue over her full lips.

Carol shuddered and turned her eyes down, finishing her ice cream, stood up, and walked to her car. When Carol got home she appreciated the fact that the house was comfortably cool. She poured herself a glass of wine, and was sipping it and twisting the dial on the radio when the door bell rang. Going to the door, puzzling over who it could be, she opened it to find the girl she had been admiring standing there with a big smile on her face.

“Why, hello, Patty,” she said, surprised to see the girl. “What brings you to my doorstep?”

Patty replied that she had noticed Carol staring at her and was curious why an older woman would look at her like that. Carol blushed, but felt a tingle as she realized that the young girl had actually noticed her and was interested in her.
She invited Patty in and offered her a glass of wine, which the girl accepted. Carol realized that she shouldn’t be offering wine to a minor, but from the eager way Patty accepted the glass and took a sip, she knew this was not the girl’s first taste of the fruit of the vine.

Carol felt a strangeness within her, a warmth that was at the same time alien and exciting. Patty sat on the couch, her legs were crossed, the creamy thighs revealed. Carol joined her on the couch, and once again they gazed boldly at each other.

“You like me?” Patty asked in a whispery voice.

“Of course I like you, honey,” Carol replied. “I think you’re lovely,” her voice oddly throaty.

“I saw the way you looked at me in the ice cream parlor, Carol,” Patty said with that disturbing voice, her dark eyes bold as ever.

Carol jumped. Patty had placed her palm on one of Carol’s knees. She dropped her eyes down, looking at it, and shivering. The hand felt unusually hot, as if it were searing her flesh.

“You liked what you saw,” Patty said, making it a statement, and at the same time sliding her hand past Carol’s knee.

Carol felt herself trembling with a desire that was strange, a heat that grew inside her. She watched Patty’s hand move higher, caressing in circles on her thigh now. There was an increase in her breathing rate, and she heard the sound of Patty’s breath.

Patty then took Carol’s hand and drew it toward her golden thigh. As her palm was placed halfway up that thigh, Carol felt a sudden lurching between her own legs. Her cunt had swelled and was moist now, her clit throbbing. Patty was holding her wrist, moving her palm up and down the thigh.

Carol saw the crotch of those tight panties again, and heard the girl’s soft sigh. Patty released her wrist, but Carol left her hand on that hot thigh, moving it slowly by herself now. They continued looking into each other’s eyes, and Carol moved her hand higher. She felt the tight panties with the tips of her fingers, and Patty uncrossed her legs and spread them widely, leaning against the back of the couch.

“I like to be touched,” Patty said in a low voice. “You want to touch me, don’t you, Carol? The way you looked at me in the ice cream parlor, I know you want to touch me.”

Carol couldn’t seem to stop herself. Her fingers moved slowly about the crotch of Patty’s panties, finding them moist. She traced the puffy lips, then dragged her finger up and down the slit of her pussy. Patty mewled and twisted her ass provocatively. Carol’s palm cupped Patty’s wet mound.

She felt the heat of that succulent sex burning into her hand, and she rubbed it gently, lightly. Patty whimpered with pleasure and began to grind her pussy slowly against Carol’s hand. Carol was not thinking of anything, only of the delight she felt at touching this sweet, youthful mound of Venus.

Patty lifted her hips, pushing her crotch more tightly into Carol’s hand, mewling softly. “Mmmmm, you touch me so good, Carol. I love being touched this way.”

Patty sprawled back, her arms lifted above her head, that honey-blonde hair fanning out around that sweet face. Carol moved off the couch and knelt between Patty’s spread thighs, gazing hotly between them. She ran her hands, both of them now, up and down those creamy smooth thighs, feeling the trembling heat of that skin. She shoved the short skirt to Patty’s hips, and stared at the slight bulge of the girl’s cunt.

Before she knew it, Carol was leaning over, kissing just above a dimpled knee. Patty was twisting her little ass about in pleasure, gurgling with delight. As she slipped her tongue out and began to lick at Patty’s thigh, Carol felt her own pussy pulsing in a fiery desire.

With her tongue lapping slowly along one thigh, she kept fondling the other. She found her lips gliding higher and higher on Patty’s thigh. Then she was licking the soft, sensitive flesh only a few inches from that bubbling cunt. Shifting her face, Carol licked at the other thigh, her eyes closed with this ecstasy she was feeling.

Her tongue went up and down the girl’s creamy thighs, licking mostly along the inner surfaces where it was most sensitive. Her hands moved up and down the outside, and over Patty’s rounded hips. Patty was cooing and writhing her hips about, arching her pussy up.

The fresh, clean scent of Patty’s cunt was sweet to Carol’s senses, and she gazed for a moment at the bulge of that gorgeous pubic mound. Again she stroked a fingertip up and down the crotch of the girl’s tight panties.

A growl came from Carol’s throat. She shoved her mouth to Patty’s crotch, sucking at her moist panties. She pulled at the panties with her teeth, then lapped her tongue up and down, tasting the wetness of that delicious cunt through the thin panties.

“Ooooo,” Patty moaned. “Mmmm … ohhh, yes, Carol!”

Carol felt Patty’s hands on her cheeks, trying to guide her lips and tongue. She felt the girl press her cunt into her mouth, and she began to lick with swift movements at those thin panties. Patty lifted her thighs and pressed them against Carol’s face. The satiny feel of Patty’s thighs on her face sent a tremble of intense desire rumbling about her body, and she whimpered into the girl’s cunt.

Carol’s hands moved under the teenager’s lifted ass. She cupped Patty’s
ass cheeks, finding them tight and firm and fitting perfectly in her palms. Then she was tasting the wetness of Patty’s sweet pussy.

The girl pulled the crotch of her panties to one side, exposing her pussy to Carol’s tongue and lips. Carol did not hesitate; she began to lick her tongue up and down the puffy cunt lips, tasting the sugary sweetness of this delightful girl.

She twisted her tongue about Patty’s throbbing little clit, then closed her hot lips on it, sucking hard. Patty shoved her cunt harder in to Carol’s face and began to grind.

“Oooo, inside me,” Patty was pleading. “Ohhh, Carol, put your tongue
inside me!”

Carol’s tongue shot into Patty’s cunt, feeling the honeyed cunt lips tighten. She thrust her tongue in and out, feeling Patty’s cunt flex about it. She sucked at the seeping pussy juices, swallowing as her mouth filled. The slippery sweetness was delicious to Carol, and she plunged her tongue in and out like a cock, fucking Patty’s cunt almost frantically, digging her fingers into that tight little ass. Patty
turned and twisted, tossing her crotch up and down, rubbing her cunt into Carol’s face with frenzied motions.

“Ahhh, lick me, Carol,” Patty moaned in a sobbing, soft voice, grinding excitedly, “Oooo, lick me, lick me!”

Carol was now on her knees, her ass in the air, her face buried tightly into Patty’s crotch, sucking and licking that sweet cunt. She waggled her ass when spasms of pleasure rippled through her cunt. She dug her fingers hard into the firm cheeks of Patty’s ass, trying to shove her face as tightly as she could into the steaming cunt. Her tongue fucked in and out of those tight lips, lapping about the rigid, throbbing petals of flesh. She was moaning softly as she sucked and licked Patty’s cunt.

Patty, with her finger hooked into her panties to hold the crotch far to one side, pressed the back of Carol’s head with the other hand, grinding her cunt ecstatically against the woman’s sucking, licking mouth. Her hot thighs scissored about Carol’s head. Waves of gentle orgasms were going off between Carol’s thighs, her cunt convulsing in liquid heat. Wet sounds filled the living room as her tongue lapped furiously at Patty’s tasty cunt.

She buried her tongue as deep as she could into the sugary, syrupy pussy, flicking it against the satiny cunt walls, feeling Patty’s clit convulsing against her upper lip. Carol was thrilled to feel Patty’s succulent cunt lips squeezing her tongue as she fucked it in and out. The sounds of Patty’s sobbing voice as she came excited Carol as much as eating this pussy did.

“Oh, God!” Patty was whimpering. “Oh, God … Oh, God! I’m cumming,
Carol! Oooooo, I’m cumming … so good … so beautiful!”

Carol held the girl’s twisting little ass tightly, feeling her ass cheeks flex in her hands as she fucked her tongue in and out of the spasming cunt. Her own pussy was going through a series of orgasms. Her body shook, her upturned ass waving about as she came.

Carol held her mouth against Patty’s cunt, feeling the girl starting to relax, her body going limp. She gently let Patty’s ass down, then pulled her hands away. She lowered her own ass and sat back, her legs straight out before her. She was still shaking from the pleasure. Her cheeks and chin were wet from Patty’s cunt, and her lips felt slightly puffy, bruised.

She watched with heavy, unfocused eyes as Patty lay where she was, legs still spread. The crotch of her panties seemed pulled to one side by some invisible
fingers. Carol saw the pale blonde pubic hair, the pink lips of that sweet cunt, and the tip of Patty’s clit.

Finally Patty struggled up, crossing her legs again in front of her. Her dark eyes were sparkling and she was smiling happily.

“I knew you wanted to lick me, Carol,” she said in her soft, whispery voice. “I knew you would lick me when I saw the way you looked at me in the ice cream parlor.” That was more than Carol knew.

“I came to see you because I knew what you wanted, and I knew I wanted it just as much as you did.”

Carol shivered, seeing those bold eyes, wondering how a girl so young could see and understand so much. She had felt excitement seeing Patty’s panties in the ice cream parlor, of course, but … eating her cunt? She had not intended to lick the young girl’s pussy, not on a conscious level, anyway.

After sitting quietly like that, Patty on the couch, Carol on the floor, Patty bounced to her feet. “I’d like to come back again some time if you will let me.”

Before Carol could reply, Patty was gone.

Carol washed her face in her bathroom. She looked into the mirror, seeing a beautiful face there. She had never eaten pussy before, yet she had willingly licked Patty’s cunt. She had found the young girl irresistible, and she had shoved her face into that sweet cunt–not just eagerly, but hungrily.

There had been something about Patty that Carol had been unable to understand, an attraction she had never felt for a girl in her entire life. She wasn’t sorry she had sucked that pussy, though–not a bit.

Carol had lovely dark hair, hair that shimmered in the sunlight. Her eyes, also dark, had a slight slant to them. She had full, sensual lips, and her neck was long. Her skin was unblemished, creamy the way Patty’s was. Carol threw her shoulders back and looked critically at her breasts. Nothing wrong with those, she thought. There was nothing wrong with any part of her body. She could stand next to Patty any day, although there was about fifteen years’ difference in their ages.

Carol lifted her skirt to her waist and looked at herself. She was wearing pantyhose, but no panties. The dark curls of her cunt showed clearly through the garment. Her hips were rounded– her thighs straight and full, yet slim. She twisted her neck and peered over her shoulder. Her ass was very shapely, still as firm as it had been when she was Patty’s age. The ass cheeks were full, rounded in an enticing way. Smoothing her skirt, she thought there was certainly nothing wrong with what she had. All the goodies were in place.

Carol hoped it wouldn’t be too long before her doorbell rang again and it would be that precious little piece of pussy she had just so lovingly tasted.

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Lauren meets Janice and has a passionate first lesbian experience with Janice.

My name is Lauren I live with my partner James and we have two young children.

We have lived next to Janice for a few years and have become used to hearing her temper tantrums, lots of shouting though to us she has always been very polite. She is probably in her mid 50s and overweight.

I noticed what I think as unusual behaviour soon after we moved into our house. I have seen her walking in the street in the nude at least five times. The first time I was placing my daughter in the car and could see her walking up the full length of the street naked thankfully I was sat in the car when she reached us so I did not have to acknowledge her.

I think nudity for women in our street is a hobby as I have seen at least six other women from the street nude. I am not certain what is going on!

Janice I knew most be up to something, before lockdown I had on occasions observed other men and women visit her and on other occasions she was picked up by a van.

At night during lockdown a large van had park opposite our house two or three times and Janice in her nightie would cross the road from where she lived and climb in to the back of the van.

This event occurred in early January 2021 just before England entered its 3rd lockdown

The kids were asleep, James and I had just finished an energetic love making session. James has part of one arm missing so always sleeps on his back. He had nodded off to sleep and I found myself thinking about Janice, what was the reason for her been so brazen that she would walk the streets nude in daylight. I wondered if this was a night for the van to be parked up.

I gently slipped out of bed to look out if the window and yes the big black van was there. I wanted to see inside the van I wanted to see Janice I could not say why. It was such a strong urge that I pulled my gown on to coved my nudity, crept downstairs trying not to wake the kids.

I stepped outside and shivered it was cold, my feet were bare. I felt drawn to the van and even more drawn to Janice as though she was a magnet. I have never had sexual feelings towards a woman so it was a strange sensation. I crossed the road and paused; I was nervous of what I might find in the van but also excited about seeing Janice. I stood about a minute considering and fighting the pull to open the van doors.

The decision was taken from me one of the doors opened and Dave Robinson ‘Rob’ was looking out of the door.

Rob had been a previous owner of our house and had visited us once to see his old house. He was short and fat, a creep and he smelt as though he needed a good wash.

I was surprised when he opened the door, Rob was naked.

“They said they would arrange someone,” he said.

I was surprised by that comment and not certain what it meant.

The van was warm, I noticed there were racks on the side of the van with, whips, chains, handcuffs and a range of sex toys.

On the floor was a large mattress Janice was laid on it. When she saw me Janice immediately stood up. My eyes were fixed on her I had never wanted a woman until now and I needed her. I didn’t know why this feeling had come over me!

She untied the cord of my gown so it slipped to the floor, we were stood naked facing each other. She kissed me her tongue in my mouth, within seconds we were french kissing, arms around each other.

We had both forgotten about Rob

The two of us embraced again and shared another kiss. I could feel Janice’s breasts against mine her nipples were hard. I enjoyed the feel of her tongue caressing mine, darting in and out of my mouth.

“Unnnghh…” I let out a little moan as Janice’s hands closed over my breasts. The she tenderly caressed them, squeezing them and running the tips of her fingers against my hard nipples. My breaths were shallow. I watched as Janice bent down and took my left nipple between her lips, gently suckling before switching to the right.

Her hands slid down, cupping my ass as she continued to kiss and suck on my breasts. My hips were gyrating now, grinding against Janice’s body.

We fell on to the mattress, she wasted no time straddling me, she leaned forward to share another kiss. This time, the kiss was cut short. Janice pulled away and pressed her lips against my neck, alternating between soft little nuzzles and playful bites.

Janice started sliding down, and I let out a soft little whimper of encouragement as I savoured the exquisite sensation of skin against skin. Janice returned to my breasts, showering them both with a flurry of kisses. By now I was gasping with each kiss, and when her lips finally enveloped my sensitive erect nipple, I let out an ecstatic cry. Neither James or previous boyfriends had ever made me feel like this.

“Ohh Janice” I hissed. “Please!, Ohhhhh my”

I suddenly became even wetter between my legs and I gasped feeling Janice’s hand drifting across my stomach, tracing down to pussy I opened my legs in anticipation.

She used one finger, and then two, in my pussy. They slid up and down along my slick inner folds, dipping briefly inside for a moment. That feeling of her in my body wax intense. Janice withdrew her fingers now, eyeing the thread of clear viscous liquid that stretched between them.

“Lauren , you’re so wet!” She brought her slimy fingertips to her mouth and licked them clean.

“Janice I want you!” I pleaded, I was desperate to climax. My hips were rocking back and forth as those fingers returned to the space between my legs.

“Fuck me please!”

She slowly eased her fingers inside me, so slowly, teasing me, I let out another loud moan of pleasure. She began thrusting her fingers in and out, building a steady rhythm as she reached further inside me. She eased a third finger inside now and she began thrusting a little harder and faster.

“Oh yes right there…don’t stop!”

Her fingers were rubbing my sensitive inner walls and clit. I was crying out the feelings were so intense. I had lost all my inhibitions all control my legs and body were thrashing about.

“Unnnghh!” I heard myself cry out loud.

My climax came in waves, causing my back to arch away from the mattress. My pussy began to spasm, firmly gripping Janice’s fingers. My pussy juices ran.

And then it passed, I was panting and trembling.

“That felt amazing…I have never come like that ever.”

We paused and then kissed, I now wanted to pleasure Janice, my first time with a woman was turning into the best experience of my life. Our lips came together.

“I need you, I need to come,” whispered Janice.

She exchanged another deep lingering kiss with me. I kissed Janice all over her body feeling its heat and the softness of her skin. I fondled her breasts.

I paused. “Does that feel good, Janice?”

“Oh yesss…” Janice whimpered.

I began kissing her way down and across her stomach, distributing a barrage of butterfly kisses around her hip bones.

I leaned in and pressed my lips against the damp thicket. Janice slowly spread her legs open.

Another sharp gasp came from her as my tongue entered her cleft and a flood of wetness was released. It was earthy and pungent; the aroma of a woman in heat, Janice tasted wonderful. I ran my tongue around her opening prompting a volley of hard, delighted gasps from Janice.

I found her clitoris with my tongue this elicited a loud groan from Janice. Her hips were quivering.

By the quickly mounting tension of Janice’s body, l knew it was coming.

Her orgasm came at first as a series of loud cries. I continued licking, her back tensed and arched upward and my mouth was flooded with her liquid.

We relaxed for a moment.

Then Janice pushed me on to my back on the mattress her palms made contact with my breasts, tenderly cupping and squeezing the firm little mounds.

Janice kissed my neck and slowly worked her way downward; dragging her lips to my stomach.

“God, I can’t wait,” I whimpered “Go lower, please…”

and I opened my legs as wide as I possibly could. Janice’s head was straight between my spread legs. Her lips and tongue were hot and licking me.

The intensity was such that I started to lose control again. My hips back and forth, moaning and sighing with sheer abandon.

“Oh my God!” I cried.

I was panting now; rapidly sucking in and releasing breaths as Janice feasted on my juices her tongue rapidly licking and dancing on my clit.

I moaned and wrapped my legs around Janice’s head holding her to my pussy as I came, I came like never before, muscles shaking and clenching it seemed to go on for an age and I did not want it to stop,

I collapsed back on to the bed with Janice laid panting on top of me.

I knew it was time to go. I looked up surprised I think we had both forgotten about Rob.

He was grinning.

“That was great to watch.” He smiled.

We had obviously turned him on as he had a big erection.

As I stepped out of the van I looked back, Rob was pushing his erection into Janice’s open mouth.

I walked across the road in the nude and quietly slipped into the house. I laid in bed remembering what had happened and hoping for a repeat performance another time.

In the morning it was the usual chaotic routine of getting the family ready for the day. The events of the night seemed strangely distance as though they had been a dream.

I went out to my car ready for work, on the bonnet was my gown which I had left in the van, neatly folded.

Two days later James was away, and Janice came on joined me in my bed rather than the hectic passion of our meeting in the van this was a slower but still passionate session we spent several hours in each others arms kissing, exploring our bodies and reaching several climaxes each.

A few days later I found myself in bed with Janice and a neighbour called Jane we had a really passionate two hours together.

Over the next few days the memory of that night and the days have faded rapidly which is why I have written about what happened I feel I am about to lose that memory.

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Vacation with my family

Hi everybody‭! I am Stephanie or just Steph like all my friends call me and this story is about the first sexual vacations with my family.
But first of all let me introduce you to my family.‭ There is my dad Peter, my mom Cynthia, my little brother Chris, my little sister Sarah and of course me.
For being‭ 39 my dad is still a hot looking man. Being 6 feet and 1 inch (for metric readers: 1.86m) and having well shaped muscles he looks marvelous. But the best parts are his deep blue eyes and his short blonde hair.
My mom looks like being‭ 25 although she is 36 and has a breathtaking body. Although she is rather short (5 feet 4 inches [metric: 1.63]) her legs are longer than everything. She is proud of having a nice firm round butt and really nice 36C boobs. She has an angelic face surrounded by straight long blonde hair and deep blue eyes.
Chris‭ (15) is a younger version of his father and if you compare pictures of him and my father when he was 15 you can‘t see any differences.
Sarah and me are younger copies of our mother with only small differences.‭ Sarah has curled blonde hair while mine is straight as well. For being only 13 Sarah has developed nice and firm 32A cups. She is a little smaller than me but an eyecatcher like our mom or me.
And last but not least it’s me,‭ Steph. I am 16 but as developed as my mom having a 36C and her long legs. By only being 5 feet ‘tall’ these beautiful firm tits are more noticeable than my mom‘s. But enough of us, our vacations waits…

It all started on the last school day before the summer-break.‭ All of us were looking forward to our summer holidays at a sunny beachside. 3 weeks of laying in the sun, swimming, surfing and barbequing. What a paradise…

When the school bell rang the last time I sprang up and headed towards my car in no time.‭ As usual I had to wait until Chris came out of the building followed by a whole bunch of girls. You have to know that every girl in his class and even girls form my class wanted to date him. He is in the football team and plays very well. Even his coach says that he will get a stipendium for university. Because of this and the fact that he is good looking and kind to every person, all girls want to date him.
After saying‭ „good bye“ and „have nice holidays“ and a lot of hugging we finally drove off to Sarah’s school to get her as well.
When we arrived at home mom and dad had loaded dads truck with all our luggage so that we only had to take our stuff.‭ Our parents waited until it was evening so that we did not get any trouble with traffic jams and we headed towards our beach-house.
During our long drive through the night we kids slept,‭ heard music or relaxed until we arrived there in the afternoon. Chris, Sarah and me helped to get everything in and started to unpack our stuff. Mom and dad of course got the master’s bedroom, because Sarah and me had to share a bedroom we got second biggest and Chris got his own.
Sarah and I helped each other putting our stuff into the wardrobes when some little black thing dropped out of her luggage.‭ I saw it only for some seconds because Sarah quickly picked it up and put it back while she got bright red.
‭“Sarah what was that?” – “No… nothing special, only a … a waterproof purse…”
‭“Oh come on Sarah, that didn’t look like that. More or less it looked like a little thing with which you can have much fun.” – “No Steph, it’s only a purse…”
‭“If this is a purse you can show me.”
‭Turning red again Sarah shook her head. “I don’t want to. It is … it is…” – “It’s O.K. Sarah I know that this isn’t a purse.”
‭Ashamed Sarah sat on the bed almost crying. I sat next to her putting my arms around her. “Sarah everything is fine. I don’t want to have this little pocket rocket back. Take it as a little gift. I don’t want to see my little sister ashamed or crying so stop it, please. There is nothing bad about using such devices, it absolutely normal.” Sarah looked at me “Really? You are not mad that I stole it from you? I… I just wanted to try out but I had not the heart to do so. Do you really think this is normal?”
‭“Of course. It is not evil and you are no pervert to do that, it is completely normal and one of the best things in the world. Trust me you will love it!”
‭“Steph, when did you start to play with yourself?”
‭“I discovered this pleasure when I was 12 while I was showering… This warm water and the massage of the water-streams… it was amazing. Since there I started to masturbate.”
‭Sarah watched me shocked. “Shhhh… don’t call it this way. Mom and dad could possibly hear us!”
‭“But that’s how it is called… Masturbation. But if you feel better with ‘pumping the pussy’, ‘fingering’, ‘jill off’ or ‘beating the bean’ I will call it that way.”, I smiled.
She once again turned bright red:‭ “Stop it, please! Call it ‘masturbate’ but please don’t use the others again, O.K.?”
‭“As you wish, my little prudish sis. By the way when did you start to ‘masturbate’?”
‭“I think I started with it when I was 12. My friends told me that they have done it and that they liked it. The only topic they chatted was ‘playing’ and I wanted to chat with them as well. At first it was strange but after some practice it got better and better.”
‭“Sarah, please be honest. Have you ever tried some objects or did you always use your fingers?”
‭“Well… at the beginning I only used my fingers. Some month ago my friends started to speak about the objects they sometimes use. They spoke about candles and even some vegetables and I was shocked. On the other hand I wanted to know how it feels but even after days and weeks of thinking I had no idea until I remembered your little pocket rocket. That was two weeks ago but until now I was too frightened to try it.”
‭“One last thing I would like to know, after that you can ask whatever you want. Did you ever had an orgasm?”
‭“I don’t know, how does it feel? Is it good?”
‭“Oh yes, it is the best feeling in the world. But I think that you had none until now otherwise you would know what I mean. But I think you will soon feel it. So now do you want to know something?”
‭“Is it really no problem for you that I stole your pocket rocket? I mean you couldn’t use it…”
‭“No, since I started to use that toy I bought some others so it is not a problem.”
‭Sarah got big eyes by her surprise. “You have more than that thing? What is it? How does it look? Is it ‘good’?”
‭“Slow down a bit little Miss Masturbation. And yes, I have more than that one. At least I have four more. Two of them are vibrators and the other two are normal dildos. Both vibrators look like the pocket rocket you have but are bigger. One of the dildos looks like a real penis with the head and even balls and the other one looks like the vibrators but without the vibration. And another time ‘Yes’ they are really good.”
‭Sarah’s mouth dropped down as she heard about my little collection. She even did not say anything to the name I given her.
‭“Do you have one with you? I would like to see it.” – “Of course I have two of them here. One vibrator and one dildo but I don’t show them to you now. You have to wait until tonight.”
‭“Please! Show them to me now.”
‭“Sorry for that sis but you have to wait and maybe you will get a bit excited. We have to unpack our stuff and after that I want to go to the beach. You can come with me and maybe we will continue our little chat.”
‭After some minutes in which Sarah tried to convince me to show the toys to her we continued our work.
‭We finished everything and got ready for the beach but mom told us that lunch would be ready soon so we changed our plans and went to our Jacuzzi. Sarah wore a nice black swimsuit and I chose a light blue monokini. As soon we got in, Sarah started to chat again.
We chatted at least for one hour about masturbation,‭ toys and other fun until our mom called us in so we dried us and went in. After dinner mom and dad had to go shopping because they realized they forgot most of our food and Chris went out to the beach for some surfing.
As soon Sarah and I were alone she came to me asking if she could see them finally.
‭“Sarah calm down. This isn’t a big thing. I will show you my toys but you have to promise one thing. You will not tell anybody anything about this. Is that OK for you?”
‭“I swear that I will not tell anybody anything.”
‭“Good little Miss Masturbation.”, I smiled. “Now come with me.”
‭We went to our room and Sarah sat on the bed while I picked my backpack and took out my toys. “Here they are.” I laid them onto the bed and Sarah almost collapsed.
‭“Ohhh… my… gosh… These ones are soooo huge… Actually I was afraid to try your little pocket rocket but seeing these giants I’m really afraid.”
‭“Oh little baby sis, there’s nothing to be afraid off. They are bigger than yours but they are average-sized. They are only 8 inches long and 2 inches thick. There are even bigger and longer ones available.”
‭“Really? Doesn’t it hurt as hell? When I masturbate I sometimes put my finger into me and at the beginning it hurt. Now it doesn’t hurt anymore but it feels so tight. I can’t imagine how this should fit in.”
‭“You are right Sarah. It is tight but after some practicing your pussy is stretched enough so that you can put these into you. It doesn’t hurt but gives you the best feeling on earth.”
‭“Steph, as long as you don’t prove this I can’t believe you.”
‭“What? Are you kidding Sarah? I will not ram that dildo into my pussy as long you are watching.” “But you could possibly show me how I have to do that. If I watch you do it my fear will be gone and I will try it as well. And by the way, didn’t you tell me that this is the most natural thing in the world? Why would you be so cruel not to share your knowledge and techniques with your little sister?”
‭“You won. I will give you a little show but you have to do one thing. You have to turn me on a bit by fingering your little pussy in front of me. Just close your eyes imagine you are alone in your room and you want it.”
‭Sarah got bright red: “I… I’m not sure if I can do that. It is difficult while you are watching me.”
‭“For me it’s as difficult as for you plus I will use my little purple friend.” ,with that I raised the purple dildo.
‭“Fine, I will try it.”
‭Sarah lay back on the bed, closed her eyes and started to slide her fingers over her breasts. In no time I could see her hard nipples poke through her swimsuit. Her left hand started to caress them while her other hand ran down her belly and landed on her crotch. With two fingers she started to pinch her nipples. Her breathing became flatter when her fingertips met her slit and started to massage it. She shoves the material of her swimsuit into it and I could see my sisters beautiful camel toe the first time. After some minutes of doing so her fingers reached under the fabric and pulled it away. Her wonderful naked pussy appeared and she dug her fingers deep between her outer lips.
Within seconds I noticed that I was getting wet as hell and I immediately pulled away the fabric of my monokini and started finger-fucking me.‭ After some more minutes Sarah finally pushed one finger into her lovely fucking hole which gave me another kick. I entered my dripping pussy with two more fingers and stretched it more. I grabbed my dildo, shove it into my mouth and sucked it a bit. Then I noticed Sarah looking at me with her finger still inside.
‭“Now the important part will start.” , I said and lined up the head of the dildo with my pussy.
‭“I will show you how it will not hurt.”
‭With that I started rubbing the head up and down my slit a few times.
‭“When your toy is wet enough you can start to penetrate yourself but always start slow.”
‭I slowly shove half of the head into me and pulled it out slowly again.
‭“You can repeat it as often as you wish and then shove in more and more. But be sure that it doesn’t hurt.”
‭I repeated it three times and then pushed the cock deeper into my waiting slit.
‭“Push as deep as you like and pull it then almost out again. Do so at what speed you like. That’s it.”
‭I ended my explanations and started to pump my pussy deeper and quicker. I used more and more speed and power until my hand started to clap against my pussy producing smacking sounds. This kind of fucking I like most, hard, deep and with high speed.
I recognized that Sarah now used two fingers to fuck her pussy which sent a thrill through my whole body.‭ With my free hand I started pinching my nipples and soon felt a rising pressure inside my fuck hole. My breath speeded up and suddenly there was the edge. I pumped my raging pussy with two more almost violent strokes and started cumming.
My legs started to spasm I screamed and my pussy started spraying.‭ Wave after wave of ecstasy shot through me while my body buckled up and down. When my orgasm started to subside I looked to Sarah. She had stopped masturbating and watched me shocked.
‭“Steph? Are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?”
‭“Everything’s OK. Hui… that was an amazing orgasm… One of the best I had until now. Maybe because I could watch your finger fucking your little pussy. And no, I did not hurt myself. Sometimes it looks like pain but this was pure pleasure, believe me.”
‭Still a bit worried Sarah looked at me. “Will this happen to me as well?”
‭“I hope so. As I said this is one of the best feelings you can feel and I promise you that you will love it.”
‭“Steph? When you started to go crazy I stopped and now I need a little relief. Could you please give me the little rocket? It is in my backpack in the last pocket.”
‭“Of course lil baby sis. Can I watch? It makes my so fucking horny…”
‭I tried to walk over to Sarah’s backpack but had to hold me somewhere several times until my legs stopped to shake.
‭“Sure. You can watch. I saw you and it would be bitchy not letting you.”
‭“You are soo sweet.”
‭Finally I got her bag and found her little vibrator.
‭“Sarah I have a better idea. Please don’t freak out but why you don’t let me play with you a bit? I know exactly what is good and what not.”
‭Once again Sarah looked at me with a worried face. “I… I don’t know… isn’t this illegal? I mean isn’t this incest or something like that?”
‭“No, of course not. Incest would be if Chris or dad would fuck you or me. This is more like best girlfriends exploring each other’s body. Playing a bit, training kissing and so on. We can’t get each other’s pregnant so it is not incest.”
‭“Sounds logical… OK if you want you can masturbate me but please, be kind.”
‭“I will but this is not called ‘masturbate you’ but ‘fuck you’. It is only called ‘masturbation’ if you play with yourself.”
‭“Steph, please be kind while you ‘fuck’ me.”
‭“I will, lil baby sis, I will. Just relax, lay down and enjoy it.”
‭With that I bent over her body and pressed a soft kiss onto her nipple. With my hands I started to tease her other nipple.
A soft moan left Sarah’s mouth.
My other hand slowly moved down her belly and stopped at the beginning of her public hair.
‭“You should start to shave your little pussy. A bald shaved pussy is far more attractive than a hairy one. If you don’t know how you shave down there, I will show it to you.” With that I began to tongue her nipple while her other one was a bit twisted and pinched. Her moanings got louder as my fingertips reached her magic knob and started to play with it. Drawing circles around it got it warder and bigger until I thought it would be perfect.
‭“If you like playing with your nipples please do so I have to concentrate on another important part of your body.”
‭In no time her hands started to pinch and twist her nipples even harder than I did while my now free hand started to massage her outer lips and slit. Her moans got even louder as my fingertip penetrated her hole. Slowly I shove my finger deeper into her while my other fingers massaged her clit. I have to say that that pussy was tight as hell but after some more minutes of finger fucking and stretching I could shove in another one. Without stopping my finger fuck I positioned myself between her legs so that I could see her pussy clearly. Sarah had her eyes closed so I decided I would do some unexpected. I stopped the clit massage and gave her a big lick right there.
Her eyes shot open and at first I thought she would kill me for that but all she said was‭ “Do it again!”
‭That was all I wanted to hear so I started to tongue her clit more and more. My best girlfriend taught me how to eat out a pussy in the best way by writing the alphabet with your tongue over the clit and that was what I did.
Sarah started almost screaming when I reached‭ ‘H’ but then I played my last ace.
I turned my fingers in her hole and searched her g-spot.‭ I found this soft and spongy area and immediately started to finger fuck and massage it.
This drove Sarah over the edge and she felt her first orgasm.‭ She started to scream and moan uncontrollable, her legs spasmed and her eyes rolled back while a huge amount of cum shot out of her pussy and all over my fingers and face.
I was happy that my lil sis finally had her first orgasm.
In that moment I realized that someone was standing in the open door watching us.

to be continued…

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Lara

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2nd part

Rick started fucking my father’s handsome mouth.

“Oh … Jesus … I’m fucking your mouth Dan!” Rick sighed.

“Mm … mm,” my father managed to say.

“Fuck your dick into my dad’s mouth Rick,” I ordered, putting my hand behind my father’s head.

“Yeah fuck my husband’s face Rick baby,” my mother added. “Come inside his fucking mouth honey. Fuck his face!”

Rick pushed his cock all the way down my father’s throat until his balls were resting against his chin. He then tensed his butt muscles and started to shoot his hot cum into my father’s throat.

“Are you coming Rick?” June asked.

“Fuuuuuccck!” Rick moaned. “Mm … down your dad’s fucking throat baby!”

“This is so fucking naughty,” June giggled lustily. “Swallow my boyfriend’s thick cum Daddy!”

When rick finally pulled his dick out of my father’s hot mouth my mother and sister took turns kissing and tonguing his mouth.

The bedroom was now filled with the smell of sex and sweat. All of us had beads of sweat all over our hot bodies.

“Guys, it’s getting too hot in here,” my mother announced. “Let’s go out on the patio, have some drinks and cool down a bit.”

When we were downstairs my mother and sister went to the kitchen to make us drinks.

I hope this is not the end of it, I thought.

Then my mother’s lovely voice came from the kitchen.

“Dan, take the boys and go get the swing and the stuff from the playroom please,” she directed my father.

The playroom was off limits to my sister and me. It was where my parents stored their special equipment that they used for their group sex parties. My dad got a key from a drawer and told us to follow him.

The room was filled with all sorts of special sex furniture, some things that I had seen before and some that I had no idea what they were for.

My dad and Rick carried the sex swing out of the room and I picked up a bag that was filled with lotions, lubricants and sex toys.

Shortly after we set up the sex swing my mom and sister joined us on the patio carrying cold drinks. My mother and sister stood next to each other and sipped on their glasses.

I could hardly believe that these two hot women, long time objects of my desire were standing there naked … right in front of me.

Un-fucking-believable!

“Ok guys, usually at our group parties when we have new members and they’re a bit shy we do some sort of icebreaker activity,” my mom explained. “I don’t know if you’re up to it but a couple of things can always help break the ice.”

All right mom, the suspense is killing me, I thought to myself.

But my sister was the one who said it out loud when she saw that my mom was deliberately being mysterious.

“Ok Mrs. Mommy,” June said. “Please do tell us what you have on you dirty mind!”

“Well first we can swallow each other’s spit,” my mom said. “There’s nothing you won’t be willing to do after you exchange some nasty bodily fluids!”

Then my mother unexpectedly pulled my sister’s hair back and as soon as she opened her mouth to object she spat into her mouth.

My sister swallowed her spit, she then spat into my mom’s mouth and watched her swallow.

Then they both came to me and took turns spitting into my mouth. They giggled and laughed as I tried to swallow before the next load of spit ended up in my mouth.

My dad was sitting in a chair, watching the scene as he slowly stroked his big cock.

“Rick, are you waiting for a special invitation?” my mother asked.

Rick joined our little circle and started by spitting into my mother’s mouth, then my sister’s. The when I least expected he turned towards me and spat into my mouth.

Fuck!

I returned the favor by spitting a big glob of saliva into his handsome mouth.

My mom and sister pushed our bodies closer to each other. Now Rick’s cock was rubbing and grinding against my own hard cock.

To my own surprise I put both of my hands on Rick’s muscular butt cheeks and pulled him into me.

I kissed his mouth!

He kissed me back. I sucked on his tongue. He grabbed my butt cheeks and squeezed hard. I squeezed him harder.

Kissing a man was very different than kissing a woman. I kissed him deep and hard, very aggressively and intensely.

I fucking loved it!

“Ooh Jake, I’m so glad to see that you’re as open-minded as your dad,” my mom confessed. “Watching two handsome men fuck and make out with each other makes so fucking hot!”

Fuck? Is she expecting us to fuck each other? I asked myself.

I decided that I did not care. I was actually enjoying this, so why not?

“Come honey, let’s get you on the swing,” she announced. “I want to stuff your asshole with something. Don’t worry … you’ll love it!”

I let my mother take my hand and lead me to the sex swing. She helped me strap myself into the thing. It took me a couple of minutes to get the hang of it.

I was now suspended in the air with the help of a few leather straps. My mom opened the bag I had brought and took out a bottle of lubricant and a string with some balls attached to it. She ordered me to keep my legs spread open wide.

She put on some lube on her index and middle fingers.

“Now … try to relax your asshole honey,” she said softly. “I’m going to finger your asshole and I bet that you’re really tight there. But don’t worry. It’ll open up and stretch!”

Wait a minute! She’s going to fuck my asshole with her fingers? Oh my God!

Her middle finger went inside me first. My cock was pointing directly at her pretty face as she knelt down to finger me.

“June, hold your brother’s cock so I can see what I’m doing here!” my mother commanded.

My sister put her delicate fingers on my cock and pressed it up against my stomach. Her touch felt burning hot on my cock. She looked at me and made a face, sticking out her tongue.

My dad drew his chair closer to the action. He was still playing with his cock. June tilted her head so that she could see what my mother was doing.

“Fuck yeah! Shove it in mom. Look his little ass ring is swallowing your finger! It looks so fucking hot!” June said joyfully.

“Now the second finger … here it goes,” my mom announced.

Her fingers felt so damned good inside my tight asshole. I loved every second of what she was doing to me. Shortly after she inserted the second finger into me, she started twisting and pumping her fingers back and forth. My mom looked directly into my eyes and smiled wickedly.

“Now it’s time for the balls to go up your asshole baby,” she informed me.

She shoved the anal balls one by one up my stretched asshole. My sister watched closely as my mother stuffed my shithole with those balls.

“Can I shove the rest up his asshole mom … please?” my horny sister begged.

Oh my God!

My mother gave way to my sister. June was not as careful as my mother and she shoved the balls harder into me. I really did not mind what wicked things my two favorite women were doing to me.

I was thankful for the moment and enjoyed every second of it. My mother started running her hands all over my body. She twisted my nipples, pulled on my pubic hair and softly caressed my cock with her fingers.

“Ok baby, you can get up now. I’ll pull the balls out of you later when you’re about to come!” my mother said.

My mom quickly replaced me on the swing, she then ordered me to take Rick’s cock and put it inside her pussy.

I grabbed Rick’s heavy cock in my fist and positioned it against my mother’s pink pussy lips. I pushed it inside her and she yelped with delight.

I stood right next to my mom and my sister stood on her other side. We played with her beautiful tits as Rick started fucking her faster and harder. My sister leaned over my mom’s firm boob and took her hard nipple into her mouth.

So fucking beautiful!

I did the same. We sucked noisily on our mother’s nipples and she started moaning louder, trying to fuck Rick back.

“So Mommy, what’s that second thing you do to break the ice? Just curious if that’s even nastier than all that spitting!” my sister asked.

“Dan, why don’t you show the kids the second icebreaker?” my mom giggled.

My father got up and stood right next to Rick. He aimed his cock at my mother’s stomach and started pissing.

“Daddy!” My sister gasped. “You’re pissing on Mommy!”

We stared at our father’s cock, watching his golden piss spray all over our mother’s stomach and cunt.

He is really pissing on her!

My sister and I looked at each other then we both moved our hands lower and placed them on our mother’s matted cunt bush. Now our father was pissing on our hands, Jake’s cock and mother’s hot body,

My father looked at me expectantly. I took his cue and started pissing on my mother as well.

“Piss on Mommy’s pussy,” my sister purred, rubbing our mother’s clit. “Piss on my fucking hand too. Ooh god! Piss on us you handsome fuckers!”

My dad started to piss on Rick’s muscular ass while I continues sprinkling my mother and my sister with my hot piss.

Rick suddenly came with a loud grunt. He pulled out of my mother’s cunt and squirted all over her body and my pissing cock.

I pissed on his squirting cock.

My sister leaned over and wrapped her lips around her boyfriend’s wildly squirting dick. My father and I pissed on her face and mouth as she sucked Rick’s cock.

I could not believe that this was all truly happening!

My sister took Rick’s place in front of my mother and knelt down. She darted her tongue into our mother’s hairy cunt, fucking it in and out.

When she pulled her tongue out, she closed her lips about our mom’s hairy cunt lips, sucking them then lapped her tongue about our mother’s twitching clit.

Rick started pissing on my mother’s thick cunt bush and my sister’s cunt-hungry mouth.

I leaned over and kissed my sister’s piss-drenched mouth, then sucked my mother’s clit into my mouth. The taste of pee and sweet cunt juice drove me out of my mind.

I kissed my mother’s cunt and sucked harder on he clit. Then I moved up and kissed my mom deeply on her beautiful mouth.

“Kiss me harder baby,” my hot mother urged. “Use your tongue. Suck on my tongue. Mm!”

Rick and my father started pissing on our faces. My mother and I swapped the hot piss and swallowed some of it.

When my dad stopped pissing he shoved his cock up my mother’s pussy right next to my sister’s face. June lapped on our mother’s cunt and licked the topside of our father’s cock.

All of us were delirious with lust!

Rick finally stopped pissing and shoved his cock between our lips.

I kissed the swollen tip of his cock, so did my mother. She took his shaft and stuffed it into my mouth.

I am sucking a fucking cock for the first time and I love it!

My mother and I took turns sucking Rick’s hard shaft and bouncing balls. My father grabbed the back of my sister’s head and shoved his cock into her pretty mouth. He started fucking her mouth firmly as the rest of us watched.

“Oh baby,” my mother cried. “Fuck that beautiful slut’s face. Fuck it good. She loves it!”

“Get up you pretty slut,” my dad commanded. “I’m gonna fuck you from behind!”

My sister leaned over my mom’s body. My dad grabbed her hips firmly and entered her pussy from behind. He started fucking her furiously.

“Fuck your daughter you fucking pervert!” my mother shouted at my dad. “Fuck that tight pussy. Fuck our pretty little girl. Fuck her!”

My mom and I kissed June’s lips and licked her face as she begged my father to fuck her harder.

“Daddy … oh Daddy!” June moaned and grunted. “Fuck me Daddy! Daddy … fuck me … please. Harder Daddy! Faster Daddy!”

“Hey I never asked you what your tattoo says,” my father asked in between his hard strokes.

“It says … fuck me harder Daddy!” my sister gasped. “Kiss me Dan … don’t stop you beautiful asshole. Kiss your fucking sister!”

I kissed her harder. She moaned and cried into my mouth. Rick ran to the table, grabbed a pitcher of iced tea, gulped it down in less than a minute and started pissing again. He showered our horny faces with his hot golden piss as we kissed lovingly and lustfully.

Our mother licked our faces as we kissed. I felt my mother’s hand pulling on my balls then she grabbed my cock and started pumping her fist firmly back and forth.

My dad suddenly stopped fucking and despite my sister’s objections he withdrew his cock from her pussy.

“Sorry sweetie, I don’t want to cum yet!” he said and sat down on a chair.

“Ok boys and girls, maybe we all should take a break,” my mother added.

We all sat on chairs around the patio table. We all looked wet and flushed.

What the hell had just happened? My father had fucked my sister and we all had pissed on my mother. I had sucked Rick’s cock and swallowed Rick’s and my father’s piss!

My cock was throbbing again as I looked at my mother’s body. I really wanted to fuck her.

I needed so desperately to fuck her!

“You can fuck me right after I watch your father fuck the shit out of you!” my mother said as if she had read my mind. “Get up. Let’s strap you on the swing. I can’t wait to watch him fuck your tight asshole anymore.”

“Oh shit! Daddy is really going to fuck my sexy brother? Really?” my sister asked my parents.

“You bet your sweet little ass I am,” my dad replied as he got up and waited for me to get on the swing.

I moved as if I were sleepwalking.

A minute later I was suspended on the sex swing and my mom was pulling out the anal beads out of my asshole. My sister and Rick were standing on each side of me and playing with my nipples.

My mother spread my ass wide open with her delicate hands, she then pushed her tongue hard against my asshole and with a few wiggles, it shoved past my tight shit ring.

Her hot tongue was now inside me and she started fucking my asshole with it.

“Ooh that’s so nasty Jake. Mom is fucking your shithole with her hot tongue. Can you believe that?” June asked.

“It feels so fucking good,” I replied.

My mom tongue-fucked me for a couple of more minutes before she grabbed my father’s cock and pressed the wide tip of it against my asshole.

She shoved my dad’s cock firmly and it finally went past my anal ring.

My father’s big cock was finally inside me!

He grunted and breathed heavily as he shoved more of his cock into me.

“Take it easy dad. It hurts,” I pleaded.

“Shut the fuck up Jake and take it like a man,” my mom commanded sternly. “Your father is going to fuck your brains out with his big cock and you better love it!”

“But mom it’s almost nine inches and so fucking thick!” I protested. “You can’t expect me to take his entire cock up my asshole!”

“I won’t let him stop until his entire cock is buried balls deep inside you,” my mom replied. “And yes you can take it … all of it! So now shut up and let him do his job!”

“God dam it boy!” my father growled. “You’re so fucking tight!”

“Ah Dad!” I cried. “You’re so big!”

“Fuck yes son,” my father sighed. “I love your asshole. Shit!”

When my father’s cock was half way buried inside me I felt that my asshole would split in two. I took deep breaths and swallowed my cries of pain.

I knew that my mother’s sudden dominant behavior was just an act and it actually did turn me on, so I played along. I exhaled with relief when I felt my dad pulling out a bit, but shortly after he pushed in even harder.

“Ooh baby … look at that big cock stretching that tiny shithole of yours,” my sister said. “Push harder Daddy! Yeah that’s the way to fuck an asshole. Fuck my snotty little brother with your big cock!”

“Oh no Dad … that’s enough,” I begged. “It won’t go in anymore than this.”

“Don’t you fucking dare stop pushing Dan,” my mom said. “You need to go all the way in … all the fucking way up his tight asshole!”

“Ah … no!” I pleaded. “No!”

“Stop acting like a spoiled little baby and take it like a man!” my mother hissed.

It took my father about ten minutes to bury his entire cock up my asshole. He looked at me and smiled. Beads of sweat covered his forehead but he had a satisfied look on his handsome face.

“See baby. What did I tell you?” my mother asked. “He’s all the way in. Now it’s time for the real fun to begin. He’s gonna fuck you raw and hard. Nothing turns me on more than watching two handsome well-built men fuck the shit out of each other this way.”

And soon enough the real fun began.

My asshole took my father’s cock, took the wild battering and the raw intrusion. The sound of my father’s thighs and balls striking my ass cheeks sounded beautiful to me.

I started loving the wild sensation of my dad’s big cock filling me up so intensely!

My beautiful mother scratched my balls, stroked my cock, kissed my, sucked on my nipples and spat into my mouth. My sister followed my mother’s example and did the same.

“How does it feel honey?” my mother asked. “Do you still want him to stop?”

“Oh fuck no!” I replied. “Fuck me harder Dad. Fuck me as hard as you can. I love your big cock up my asshole. Don’t stop fucking meeee!”

“I won’t son,” my father replied grunting. “Here you go. Take this … and this! Is this hard enough for you?”

“Keep fucking me Dad. Fuck my brains out!”

My dad did not disappoint. He fucked me with everything he had, as if his life depended on fucking me hard.

I had already noticed that my dad could fuck forever before reaching his climax and I hoped that he would not stop anytime soon.

“Do you see Daddy? I’m not the only hot whore in this house,” my sister said. “Your son is a whore too. Look at the way he begs you to fuck him harder. He really loves it!”

“June, kiss your brother,” my mother commanded. “Rick, piss on my kids’ faces. They love the taste of your hot piss!”

Rick splashed our faces and mouths again with his piss. My mother started spanking my dad’s butt, making him fuck me harder, I finally saw that look of upcoming orgasm in my father’s face.

“Are you gonna come Dad?” I asked excitedly.

“Yes! I’m gonna fucking come!” My dad grunted.

“Yeah Dad … shoot it right up my asshole,” I encouraged. “Fill me up with your hot cum!”

And fill me up he did!

He squirted huge loads of hot cum right up my burning asshole. He smiled at me when he finally finished coming inside me.

My mother kissed my piss-covered mouth. When she started kissing me my father started pissing on our faces. My mom and I did not stop making out.

We French-kissed and spat saliva and hot piss into each other’s mouths long after my father was done pissing on us. I found it hard to let go of my mother’s sexy lips

A few minutes later I collapsed on a chair. My ass was on fire, but my cock was still very hard. My sister approached me and climbed on top of my cock. She impaled her hot pussy on my big shaft as she kissed me sensually. She rode me firmly and fast.

June was finally fucking me!

“That was so fucking sexy,” she whispered into my ear. “You know how much I really love you, you little asshole! I’m gonna come on your beautiful cock so hard!”

I kissed her softly, licked her lips and tasted her strawberry lip-gloss. She shoved her tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it.

“I love you too sis,” I whispered. “I love you so much more than you think. Come for me sis. Come all over my fucking cock!”

“Ooh! Fuck! I love you so much too you fucking shithead!”

“Do you like the way my cock feels inside you?”

“Ooh … ooh!”

“Do you?”

“I fucking love it!”

“Ride me faster sis!”

“Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!”

“That’s it sis. Come baby. Come all over my cock!”

“Ooh!” my sister sobbed, tears running don her flushed cheeks.

My sister came with a cry. Her fuck juice ran down my hard shaft and drenched my balls. When she stopped moving I noticed that my mother was moving towards the sex swing, she was looking at me and signaling me to follow her.

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Laura, a lesbian, has fallen into debt and is being blackmailed into increasingly slutty heterosexual activity.

Chapter 9
CAMERA DAY

On Sunday, Laura was awakened by a knocking at the front door. Erica wasn’t awake yet – exhausted and traumatisted from the night before, she was sleeping through even the urgent banging. Laura pulled herself out of bed, pulled on a loose shirt and a skirt, and shuffled, bleary-eyed, to the door.

The person knocking was a courier. He was holding a large cardboard box, which he was studying the label on.

‘Hi,’ he said, when he saw Laura had opened the door. ‘Are you… Ms Pinkhair Sluttytits?’

Laura blushed, and was about to say no, when she saw the logo on the box. It was the same logo as the gambling site she had lost all the money to which had started this mess. She realised immediately that it was from her blackmailer, and she could guess the consequences of not receiving it.

‘Yes,’ she mumbled. ‘That’s me.’

The courier made her sign for the box; Laura reluctantly wrote ‘Pinkhair Sluttytits’ in the field on his electronic signature device. Then he handed the box over to Laura and left.

Laura hauled the box inside and took it to the computer room. She peeked in on Erica on the way. The girl was blessedly still asleep. Laura had time to examine the box before Erica woke. Granted, the whole point of last night had been to train Erica not to ask awkward questions about things like this, but Laura would rather see what she was dealing with before Erica got involved.

The box turned out to be full of cameras – tiny, tiny cameras, each about the size of a six-sided die. There were maybe two or three dozen of them. A note rested on top of them, bearing a printed message, “Come sit at your computer when you get this. Tits out, remember.”

Laura didn’t like where this was going, but she had few options. She pulled off her top to bare her tits, and went and sat down at the computer. She looked at the camera-eye of her computer, knowing she was being watched, that an unknown person was scrutinising her bare breasts remotely.She had to wait nearly 15 minutes before an email came through.

It read:

“Sluttytits,

I can see your new present behind you. Just a little something from me to you. These are going to help you fix that horrible privacy problem that you have. It must be so horrible knowing that there are times when nobody can see your bouncing whore-tits.

Take these cameras and install them throughout your house. They come with adhesive squares so you just have to press them against the wall or ceiling. I’ve included a plan of where to put them. They’re wireless so they’ll automatically transmit to your wireless router and from there to the internet.

There’s also some for your car, and for your workplace. I recommend installing the ones at work today, while it’s the weekend and nobody’s there.

Once they’re all up you’ll never have any privacy again. Won’t that be wonderful?

Make sure they’re all installed by 8 pm tonight, and be back at your computer then with your tits out, as I’ll have something else for you.

In appreciation,

A stranger.”

Laura had to take several deep breaths. She felt like her life was caving in. She had just about gotten herself to a place where she was coping with the Mayim Clinic, but now the idea of being watched everywhere she went was too much. She couldn’t cope. She couldn’t. Could she?

She thought about the knife again. She thought about it going into her.

She decided she could cope.

Erica was waking up when Laura came back into the bedroom with a handful of cameras.

“Good morning, fucktoy,” she said. “As we discussed last night, I just can’t trust you anymore, so I’m going to put up some cameras to help me watch you. Yes, you will have no privacy anymore. Yes, if you so much as touch one of these cameras or try to hide from it I will beat your tits so hard you’ll end up as flat as a boy.”

Erica watched in silence as Laura arranged the cameras. There was one for each of the corners of the room near the ceiling, and then there was another that went on the wall near the bed, looking down and giving an intimate view of anyone lying in it.

There were more for the rest of the house. The walk in wardrobe got several. The lounge; the kitchen. The bathroom got a strong coverage, including one of several special waterproof cameras to be placed near the shower floor looking up, two more on the shower wall at breast and pussy height, and a fourth on the shower ceiling looking down. Laura had to take deep breaths as she installed special ones inside the toilet rim looking straight at where a toilet-user’s cunt would be. More cameras went outside, covering the back and front yards.

As the blackmailer had suggested, there was a plan for the car. Cameras on the dashboard and seats gave a clear view of peple sitting in the front and back seats, and specially placed cameras gave a particularly clear view of the groin areas of all occupants.

Last were the ones for the office. Laura got dressed and told Erica she was going out. She told Erica not to be a slut, because she might be watching her on the cameras. Laura had no way of accessing the camera feed, but Erica didn’t know that. Laura wondered briefly if she could ask her blackmailer for access to what the cameras saw.

There was barely anyone at work. Laura was able to sneak in using her pass without being remarked upon. The blackmailer’s plan had called for cameras at her workstation and those near her, plus an extra one at her desk focused on her groin. Laura had done the maths and worked out she was going to have a few cameras left over, so she decided to give her blackmailer a treat, and put another groin-camera at Candy’s desk. Laura would enjoy letting that shallow fake-titted bitch show off her panties to the world.

More cameras were to be installed in the women’s toilets. Laura felt guilty knowing that she was exposing dozens of other women to the eyes of a stranger, but there was nothing else she could do. She installed the cameras giving a clear view into every toilet stall and the showers.

The very final cameras were for her boss’ office. Laura sneaked into Alistair’s office, planted a camera under his desk, stood on his chair, and glued the final one to the ceiling. She was just climbing down when the door to the office opened. It was Alistair, here to work on the weekend.

Laura couldn’t believe her bad luck. She jumped to the floor and tried to pretend she’d been doing nothing strange.

“Laura,” said Alistair suspiciously. “What are doing here?”

“Um, looking for the B8 reports for this week,” Laura lied. “I was a bit behind this week because of the flu I had, so I thought I’d come in and catch up.”

Alistair looked Laura up and down, and she blushed. She wasn’t dressed for work; she was wearing a short pink shirt, and a loose short-sleeved shirt with a picture of a sexy anime girl on it. It was completely reasonable as casual public clothes, but it wasn’t what she would have chosen to wear in front of Alistair.

“That’s very diligent of you, Laura,” said Alistair. “And it’s great that I caught you here because I have some things to discuss with you. Have a seat.”

Her heart sinking, Laura sat down. Alistair sat opposite her. Laura remembered Alistair’s knee between her legs from Thursday, and deliberately made sure she was out of touching distance from him. She was embarassed enough about her slutty state of mind on that day without repeating it.

“Now, first thing is I didn’t see you here in my office on Friday morning, Laura,” said Alistair in a reasonable tone.

“No,” replied Laura cautiously.

“What were you supposed to do on Friday morning, Laura?” prodded Alistair.

Laura looked away and said nothing.

“Laura? What were you supposed to do?” Alistair continued relentlessly.

“Come in here,” said Laura.

“And?”

She mumbled. “Show you my bra.”

“And why did you have to do that?” Alistair continued, smiling.

“To make sure I was wearing one,” Laura answered. She felt like a child; an embarassed, naughty child. She hated this. She wondered if she could just get up and run away.

“And are you wearing a bra today, Laura?” asked Alistair.

“Yes,” said Laura quietly.

Alistair said nothing. He just waited.

Slowly, reluctantly, Laura pulled up the hem of her T-shirt, lifting it up over her tits until her large melons were exposed, encased in her pink satin bra. She waited to be given permission to cover them.

Instead, Alistair took out his phone, and took a photograph of Laura. Laura looked away, humiliated.

“You can leave it like that, Laura,” Alistair said. “We have more things to discuss, and it’s good for you to remember how embarassing it is for everyone when you show off your tits. Just leave them out.”

Fuming, Laura dropped her hands to her sides, leaving her shirt pulled lewdly up above her boobs. Alistair was staring at them, and Laura wished she could cover herself, but she also didn’t want to lose her job while she was so deeply in debt. She wished again that her boobs weren’t so sluttily large. Why could’t she have elegant, demure little tits like Taylor? But Alistair was still talking, too.

Alistair: “Now, as we know, Laura, showing off your tits at work is unacceptable behaviour. So I’ve had a think, and I believe what you need is counselling. We’re going to do some counselling from time to time about the way that you show off your tits, starting now.”

Laura: “I really don’t show them off. I don’t know why you say that.”

Alistair: “Well, you’ve signed an admission that you do, Laura, and if you’re going to go back on that then I’m going to have to refer the case to the disciplinary committee.”

Laure: “No, please…”

Alistair: “So I guess the first thing we need to talk about is why you do it. Who are you showing off your tits to, Laura? Who is it you want to be fantasising about them?”

Laura: “Nobody.”

Alistair: “Once again, you’ve signed…”

Laura: “But there isn’t anybody. I don’t want…”

Alistair: “Laura, if you can’t give me the name of somebody that you want to see your tits, there are going to be consequences.”

Laura thought desperately.

Laura: “Fine. Michael from Programs and Operations. But that’s only because…”

Alistair: “Only because he’s a boy and you can’t help yourself. I understand. And who’s second and third? Who else is it you get wet about when they see your tits?”

Laura: “Please…”

Alistair: “Two more names, Laura. Honestly I’m surprised you gave me the name of a boy when you say you’re a lesbian. A suspcious man might think you were lying.”

Laura: “Taylor.”

Alistair: “From the same section as Michael? I’ve seen you two together at lunch. She’s pretty. No wonder you want to shove your melons in her face. I think she’s straight though. And third?”

Laura: “I don’t…”

Alistair: “It’s okay, you don’t have to say it. We all know. Third is Candy, right? You’re always sexually harassing her at work, it makes sense.”

Laura: “No!”

Alistair: “I’ll just write down that it’s Candy. Now, how wet do you get when you show off your melons?”

Laura: “Not at all.”

Alistair: “Well, that doesn’t sound right. Why don’t you show me? You’re showing off your melons now, your pussy must be wet.”

Laura: “No!”

Alistair: “Maybe you’re not wearing panties. That would be even sluttier than wearing no bra. I think you’d better show me your panties.”

At this point Laura was panicking. This questioning was molestation, pure and simple. She knew it was. She didn’t want to lose her job but she drew the line at showing her panties to her boss or, even worse, letting him see whether she was wet. She stood up.

When she stood up, Alistair lunged towards her, and grabbed at her skirt. Laura instinctively pulled back, and the skirt ripped and came away in Alistair’s hands as he fell to the floor. Her panties went with it, and Laura found herself standing there in her boss’ office with her cunt totally exposed.

She shrieked, and turned and ran from the office, trying to cover her pussy with one hand and her ass with the other. She wanted to stop and look for something to concel herself with but she didn’t know what Alistair was going to do. He had tried to attack her. Maybe to rape her. He might be chasing her. Her shirt was still up over her tits but to pull it down she’d have to expose her twat. She just kept running.

She was lucky in that no-one saw her. She ran all the way out of the building and to her car, and locked herself inside. There was no sign that anyone was chasing her. She started to relax, and then remembered the cameras she had just installed. A camera was even now trained on her bare cunt as she sat here in the car. She realised that if she was to simultaneously operate the accelerator and the clutch she would have to spread her legs a little and give it a clear view of her snatch.

Well, that was just how it was going to have to be. She could feel the tears coming on. She was going to lose her job. She was exposing herself to a stranger. She had beaten and abused the only girl who loved her. What was happening to her? What was she doing?

Maybe it was time to make a stand. She couldn’t say no to her blackmailer, but there was no reason she had to put with this shit from her boss. She got out her phone, and looked through the contacts. Sure enough, there was the Human Resources manager from work, an after hours number that she called when it was after hours and she knew she’d be sick the next day. Laura hesitantly dialled the number.

The Human Resources manager picked up. Her name was Chelle and her voice was warm and soothing. In a stumbling, tearful voice, Laura told her what happened. She told Chelle about Alistair’s bra inspection, and his counselling, and his questions, and then how he had ripped off Laura’s skirt and panties.

‘That’s horrible, Laura,’ Chelle said when it was all out. “That’s very serious and Alistair can be fired for this. I’ll schedule a meeting with you and me and Alistair for Monday morning. You just come in and we’ll see to it that he never molests you like this again, all right?’

Laura thanked her, still sniffling.

“Now you’re sure about this, though? If it’s not true, it would be a very serious allegation to have made.”

“I’m sure,” said Laura.

“You poor thing,” said Chelle. “Okay then. We’ll see you on Monday. First thing in the morning, all right?”

Laura agreed, and hung up.

There. It was done. Her blackmailer might treat her like a slut, and the Mayim Clinic might make her take horrible drugs, but at least she could defend herself against Alistair. She felt better already. Better enough to drive home with no skirt or panties knowing that a camera was focused on her twat.

***

When Laura got home she didn’t feel like raping Erica or even talking to her. She just balled herself up on the couch and watched anime. She ignored her girlfriend, until finally Erica came and sat down next to her and hugged her. Erica didn’t know what was wrong, but her love was real in spite of everything Laura had done to her. Laura ended up kissing her passionately. She wanted to tell Erica that she loved her but she was worried it would undo last night’s work, so instead she just said, “Sometimes you’re not so stupid and slutty. Sometimes.” Erica smiled at the compliment, and kissed her.

As it started to come close to 8 pm, Laura realised she had better get ready for her appointment with the computer. She took Erica into the bedroom, and found her an iPod and some headphones. ‘I have to do some things, honey, and you don’t get to know about them,’ she said. ‘Stay in here, put the headphones on, and listen to music. Don’t take them off and don’t leave the room until I come back, okay?”

Erica nodded, confused. Laura was worried, but she thought Erica would probably obey. She left her girlfriend listening to the music, and went and sat at the computer. She took her top off, and her bra, to leave her tits bare for her blackmailer.

Precisely at 8 pm, the email came.

“Sluttytits,

Good work. Your cameras are all operational. Your bitch girlfriend is hot, by the way.

Right now, you are going to take off the rest of your clothes and sit naked here in front of the computer. I have turned on your microphone. You are to read out the statement below, in full, at least three times, beginning to end. You are to speak clearly and slowly, and you are to make it sound like everything you are saying is the complete truth, because we both know it is. You are to make eye contact with the camera while you read. The whole time you are speaking, you are to finger your pussy. If, at the end of three times through the statement, you have not orgasmed, you are to continue reading it and playing with your cunt until you do.

When you are done you will get another email, so don’t get up.”

Laura looked over the rest of the email. The statement was horrid. She didn’t want to read it. She knew her blackmailer would be recording her. She didn’t want to masturbate for him, or to say these horrible things. But she knew she would have to. She felt upset, and she hated it. It seemed like all the time these days she was either lost in lust or on the verge of tears. She didn’t want to be. She decided she wouldn’t cry tonight. She was going to be in control of that.

Slowly, Laura stood up, and pulled down the replacement skirt and panties she’d put on when she got home. Her cunt bare, she sat back down on the seat. She took a moment to compose herself, and then looked into the camera, moved her hand to start stroking her twat, and began reading the words from the screen.

“Hi. My name is Laura Smith. I have 32DD tits and I like it when they’re covered in cum.

I claim to be a lesbian, but really I’m not. Really I think about being fucked by cocks all day. I would love to have a cock in my mouth right now to suck on. It could fill my mouth up with cum, or just piss down my throat, and I wouldn’t care. I like drinking cum. I like drinking piss.

I tease all my male friends. I wear slutty outfits that show off my ass and tits. I do that because I want them to rape me. I fantasise so much about my male friends just pushing me down and fucking me. They would cum in my pussy and I would orgasm and squeal and beg them for more. They might even impregnate me. When I think about getting pregnant from being raped by my friends I nearly cum. If I got pregnant my slutty tits would get even bigger and my friends could milk me like a cow.

Please, if you are hearing me say this, rape me. Please. I want it so much. Break into my house and rape me, or catch me on the way to work and just push me down and stick your cock in me. Women can rape me too if you want.

I would like if you rape my girlfriend too. Her name is Erica Chalmers and she’s a fake lesbian just like me. At night we giggle together about all the boys we’re teasing while we lick each other’s twats. We tell everyone that we’re not into boys at all because it drives men crazy. We tell people that a lesbian is something you are born as but secretly we choose to pretend to be lesbians just to tease boys. We like licking cunts but we like it even more when we are fucked by men.

I lie about things all the time. I lie about being a lesbian. I lie about not wanting to be raped. Sometimes I tell lies about being raped, just because it’s fun. Really it would be hard for me to be raped because my cunt juices up whenever I think I’m about to be fucked. The more painful and violent the sex is the better. I particularly like it when people hurt my tits and my cunt. When I’m being raped I scream and say, ‘Stop, stop,’ but that’s only because it’s not fun if I just consent. I don’t really want people to stop. I want them to fuck me harder. If you hear me say stop or no, it really means yes.

My favourite food is cum and my second-favourite food is piss. I hate it when people treat me like a human but I love it when people treat me like an animal or a thing. I love it when people just use me for their fun without asking permission.

I know someday this video might play in court and I just want to reiterate that if I’m saying that I’ve been raped, I’m lying. You caught me! It was a fun game where I lied but I only did it for attention. I love being fucked violently and I tease people until they do it to me. I kept up my allegations this far because I thought it would be hot to have a video of me nude and masturbating played in court at a rape trial. But seriously, I’m such a lying slut.

Anyway, that’s all I have to say. My house is at….”

And Laura read out her address, and then her phone number, and then the address of her workplace. And then she read the whole statement again. And again. She hadn’t orgasmed by the time she’d read it three times, so she started over. On the fourth pass through, she got as far as “my slutty tits would get even bigger” before her orgasm finally hit. She moaned and bounced on the computer seat until the waves of pleasure had passed over her, and then she tried to focus on the screen. She had read it three times and cum, but maybe having started a fourth read she had to finish it? She took a deep breath, and without any real enthusiasm, idly massaged her cunt while she read through the remainder of the degrading statement.

When she was done, she took her hand out of her pussy, wiped it clean on her boobs, and leant back in the chair, waiting for what came next. She was proud of herself. Despite the horrible things she had had to say, she hadn’t cried. She was scared out of her mind, of course – she’d just given out her address and invited strangers to rape her – but she’d managed to avoid crying.

The email came quickly.

“Good little bitch cunt,

Don’t worry your pretty head – not many people will see your video, for now, providing you’re a good little twat. That’ll just be for my private file.

But I am worried about what I saw on the cameras you set up at your work.

It looked like your boss tried to enjoy your body, but then you ran away from him, and then you TOLD someone.

Good little twats don’t tell tales.

So I want you to go back into work. I want you to dress like a girl who lies about being raped. You know what that looks like, and I’ll see on your camera, so you’d better get it right.

You’re going to tell anyone you need to that you lied. Your boss was a total gentleman with you. Whatever you said, you made it up, because you’re a dumb little slut who likes attention.

That’s not me adding a flourish by the way – that’s an order. You are going to literally tell them you’re a dumb little slut that likes attention.

You’re going to apologise to your boss, and to anyone else relevant.

You’re going to tell your whole team that you lied about being molested because you’re a dumb little slut who likes attention, whether they knew about your allegation or not.

And you’re going to beg anyone you need to to be forgiven and keep your job. Do whatever it takes. If they don’t impose a punishment on you, you should ask them to punish you.

That’s all. Have fun at work tomorrow, bitch cunt. And remember, $1,000 due on Friday.

– A stranger.”

Laura looked at it again and again. No. No, she thought. It wasn’t fair. She’d tried so hard. She’d tried to have some control over her life. But now things were going to be even worse with her boss. And, on top of it all, despite her intentions, here she was. Crying.

(To be continued…)

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I’ve written about the lovely Graziella before, but it was all fiction. This time the story is ripped directly from the pages of my life. Names have been changed, but everything else is fact.

The real Graziella (as opposed to the version of her I created in my mind before I actually got to know her) is a 27 year old Latina mix with creamy tanned skin and a perfectly curved 5’6 figure. She has brown, wavy hair with golden honey highlights that falls down to the middle of her back. She has deep warm brown eyes that are formed in a perfect almond shape and framed by long, flirty lashes, and her lips are wide and plump, but not overly so. She married when she was 19 and had two kids, a boy and a girl, before coming out as a lesbian and divorcing after five years of marriage. She has a girlfriend, whom I have not met. She is a regular customer in my flower shop and one of my absolute favorites, even before I became overwhelmingly attracted to her. Her bright, lively eyes and charming, charismatic smile won me over before she’d even spoken.

I am Colette. I’m 5’7 with black curly hair that comes about to my shoulders. I have blue-gray eyes framed by thick black lashes, which I am complimented on almost every day. My skin is a fair ivory color, thanks to Irish and German ancestry. I am also of Latin decent and have a good number of curves – some in the right places, some not. I wouldn’t say I’m an unattractive young lady, as I get hit on enough at work that I have to wear a fake wedding band.

I was working by myself one autumn evening, about to close up the shop when Graziella stopped by to purchase a few last-minute birthday balloons for her brother-in-law. “He’s not that important to me,” she had said, which made me laugh. “But the whole family is getting together tonight for dinner, so I want to make it a little bit special for him since everyone else loves him.”

We made small talk as I filled her order, taking my time since I wanted her to stay longer just so I could look at her and imagine what I would do to her if I had the chance. Quite a few times I had to force myself to snap back to reality and focus on the conversation. I hoped she didn’t notice the affect she had on me.

From the second I saw her I was attracted to her, but as she became a regular customer it got harder and harder to ignore the way it dampened and pulsated between my thighs when she was around. It was confusing for me – I can’t deny I’d been intrigued by other females before, but this kind of attraction was all new to me. It wasn’t like being attracted to a man. This was a different kind of excitement. It felt almost forbidden. I knew I couldn’t act the same way around her as I did when I was trying to score with a guy. Hell, guys were easy. That’s usually what they wanted from the get-go anyway. I’d have to be a lot more slick if I wanted Graziella. But I hadn’t decided yet if I was really going to pursue her. After all, she was taken.

Luckily for me though, she made a move first. Before she left she handed me her business card, her personal cell phone number written on the back, and told me she’d like to hang out sometime. I figured she was just making a move towards a new friendship, but I was in for a pleasant surprise.
“I work from home so I’m available whenever,” she informed me. “Just give me a call or e-mail me when you’re free. I could use a girl’s night.”
I flashed her a genuine smile. “You got it. I’ll call you tomorrow and we’ll set up a lunch or something.”
She grinned right back. “While I’m here I think I’m going to get some flowers for my place. Do you mind?”
“Not at all! I got some new stuff in today if you’d like to have a look.” I motioned to the large walk-in refrigerator where the new merchandise was stored. She nodded with a grin and I lead the way.

Inside the refrigerator I let the door close behind us. It was dark. I had forgotten to switch on the light due to the other thoughts crowding my brain. I grabbed a bunch of large yellow sunflowers and held them up. “How about these?”
“They’re very pretty. Lovely. Just like you,” Graziella said.
I blushed and smiled. “Thank you. You’re pretty too.”
“You think I’m pretty?” She asked, moving closer to me, making us face-to-face.
“Um…hot, actually,” I said shyly.

She grasped the bunch of sunflowers and placed them back into the bucket of water. Then she kissed me. I was stunned. Then it sank in – Graziella was kissing me and I was standing there like a deer in headlights. I had to kiss her back. And I did. Her hands went to my sides and my arms went around her neck as the kissing intensified. My tongue glided against hers and she moaned as she felt my tongue piercing. Then she gently pushed me against the wall and kissed down my neck and chest, unbuttoning my shirt as she went. Finally she parted the fabric, exposing my large D cups covered by a black bra. She quickly pulled that down and took my left nipple in her mouth. I gasped as she licked and sucked, going back and forth between both of my tits.

She was so good with her tongue. No man I’d ever been with had been able to turn me on so much just by licking and sucking my breasts. It made me brazen. “I want your pussy on my tongue,” I said and she gasped with delight.

She gently pulled me from the wall and we switched positions. I shrugged off my shirt and pulled off my bra, then kissed her once more, grabbing her breasts, before my right hand pulled up the bottom of her dress, exposing the black thong she wore underneath. She held the fabric bunched in her hand as I slipped mine into the front of her panties and caressed the bare pussy underneath. I could feel the hot wetness on my palm and pressed my middle finger inwards until I found her clit. I gently rubbed the hard nub of flesh, making her moan.

I then got down to my knees and slowly pulled the front of the thong down. I wanted to taste her pussy so bad I was salivating. I pulled until her sweet little cunt was in my view and then I dove the fuck in, sliding my tongue right up in between the folds of flesh and savored her cum. I licked and flicked and sucked and kissed, making her moan louder and louder. I put my tongue right up into her soaking wet hole and wiggled it around in there, making her scream. Then I went back to her clit and licked in slow circles until she came, her juices dripping down my chin and onto my chest.

I stood back up, staring at her as she panted there against the wall. She had pulled the top of her dress down and had been grabbing her succulent C cup tits as I ate her out. I leaned in and licked her nipples. She moaned more, then slowly straightened her back and placed her hand under my chin, gently guiding it up. I kissed her hard on the mouth, making her taste herself on my tongue, which she loved. Then she pulled her head back. “I want to make you cum. Lay on the floor.”

I did as she said and she got down on her knees, then undid my pants and pulled them off. I hadn’t worn panties that day. She seemed delighted by that. She parted my legs and dipped her head down to slide her tongue up and down between my pussy lips. I gasped. There hadn’t been more than my own hand down there in months. Now I was getting munched on by this hot girl I barely knew – AT WORK of all places.

She had me panting in a matter of seconds as she sucked on my clit. She put two fingers inside me and began to finger fuck me until I came so hard I shook and created a puddle of my juices below me. Then, when I thought she’d finished, she grabbed my legs and lifted my hips up and started licking my puckered pink asshole. I moaned loudly. I’d almost forgotten how good that felt. I relaxed and she pushed her tongue into my asshole, making out with it. Then she pulled her head back and slipped a finger in.
“You like that, baby?” She asked.
I nodded enthusiastically, “Oh fuck yes!” I replied.

She continued to finger my asshole, then turned, lifted her leg up and over, and straddled me with her pussy over my face. Fuck yes… I thought as I parted her cheeks and spit on her asshole. I rubbed it in gently with a finger, then slipped it in as my tongue went to her clit. Both of us moaned and sighed as we finger fucked and licked each other to another orgasm each. Her pussy squirted a little in my mouth and was absolutely delicious.

Then, as if there was some divine timer for us, her cell phone began to ring. “Fuck!” she said and grabbed her purse from the floor. “I’m late for that fucking dinner.”

She stood up and readjusted herself. I sat on the floor and watched her, dying to taste more of her. She smoothed out her dress and pulled her hair back into a neat ponytail and in just under a minute it looked like she never had a girl-on-girl fuckfest with me on the floor of a flower shop. Before she skipped out with her balloons she kissed me once more and told me to call her tomorrow.
“Count on it,” I said, and grabbed a handful of her perfect round ass as she turned to leave.

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Same format as last time, ALL CAPS means that the story is being told from that character’s perspective. Prepare your anus for exposition dialogue.

Chapter Two

ELENA

I peered through the brush, the pine needles tickling my face. The morning sun cast speckled rays through the green canopy, and bathed my target in a golden aura. I supposed the man was beautiful. His face was chiseled with elegant features, his hair was a mess of blond, and his body was bronze and lean, toned to perfection. His ears came to points in the elven fashion, but his stature was more human. He lounged nakedly in the clearing, dipping his toes in the babbling stream and plucking idly at the grass. He seemed the picture of nonchalance, but I knew better. When his eyes connected with mine, he knew as well.

“I should’ve known Adarian would send you.” The incubus laughed. It was a jolly sound, rich and baritone. It might’ve made another girl weak in the knees.

“You’re not as subtle as you once were, Verto.” I said keeping my arrow notched as I exited the brush.

“I know, I got lazy.” Verto pouted his full lips.

“Where is she?” I asked, stopping ten paces away.

“Lydia!” Verto called over his shoulder. From the forest, a dawn-elf emerged. She had sun-kissed skin, red hair, sharp features, and dazzling green eyes. She was naked, and her nubile body was a feast of slender curves and supple creases. She hardly acknowledged me, and instead devoted her adoring attention to her captor. But Verto hadn’t taken his eyes off me, and smirked triumphantly when I felt the color rush to my cheeks.

“I swear Ranger Straltaira, if I but had a single breast, you’d never be able to resist me.”

“If you had but a single brain, maybe you’d be able to escape me.” I said, levelling the arrowhead at his neck. Lydia predictably leapt to the defense of her master, sprawling her teenage body over his and screaming bloody murder.

“Good god shut her up!” I hissed, my eyes dancing around the edge of the clearing. There were far greater threats than incubi this far into the Great Forest. Verto silenced his paramour with a touch of his fingers, and her body turned liquid against his. If I was being honest, I envied the power.

“You’ve always been fair with me, Ranger Straltaira.” Verto said, keeping himself shielded with his captive, “I never take from The Highlands, but I still need to feed. You understand, right?”

“I don’t begin to understand you.” I said, keeping up my cautious advance.

“Are you going to take me in this time?” Verto asked, tactfully situating himself behind the dawn-elf.

“You knew the rules.”

“Her kind and yours are hardy the same.” Verto insisted.

“She’s still an elf.”

“Your kind only make that distinction when it’s convenient.” Verto sneered, “The dawn-bloods live in these woods; they rejected your sovereignty!”

“I’m not here for a political debate, Verto. You’re coming with me.”

“I’m not going back to Castle Thorum.” Verto said darkly. Lydia plastered herself to her lover, her possessed eyes staring without fear into mine. Her legs tensed as I neared, poised to leap at me. I knew she’d fight tooth and nail for Verto; I’d seen the savagery incubi slaves were capable of when pressed by their masters. I stopped five paces away, and steadied my aim.

“Are you going to resist me?” I asked Verto. The implication wasn’t lost on him. Yes, I had been fair with the incubus, fairer than most rangers would have been, but I had my limits. Verto narrowed his eyes, the round pupils turning to their true slits. I slowly elevated my steadying hand, my fingers tensed about the drawn string. He’s a monster. I thought, He’s a mindless beast undeserving of mercy. But even in my most callous mindset, I could not convince myself of it. I took no joy in what I was about to do.

An eagle screeched overhead, cutting through the air like a knife. My eyes darted upward, catching sight of the avian as it neared. Its head was laden with a green cowl, and its talons clutched a wooden tube. It circled the three of us, then descended. I took five steps back from Verto and his guardian, and lowered my bow to raise an arm. The eagle perched on the proffered limb, and I retrieved the message from its talons. I read it. I read it again. I read it a third time, hoping vainly that my eyes were deceiving me, but no, they were keener than they’d ever been.

“Ranger?” Verto asked. I never answered his question. I turned from the incubus and his victim, and sprinted into the forest without a look back. Yavara.

YAVARA

I was in a chair. No, it was a stool, akin to a barstool. I was naked, seated demurely upon the stool with stiff royal posture. Before me was a body-length mirror, its frame wrought-iron and imposing, its glass reflecting my blue eyes, blonde hair, soft features and perfect curves. Blackness was all around me, amorphous shadows tickling my periphery, but I was not afraid. I felt… right.

I’m dreaming. I thought.

You are, a familiar voice answered, but the mind and reality are not separate. For thoughts bring pain and pleasure as assuredly as the touch of another.

There was a face behind me in the reflection. It was beautiful, angular and fierce, canvased with bronze flesh, maned with black hair, and adorned with blazing orange eyes. It seemed familiar, but I did not know why. Orange eyes? An elf with dark skin and black hair? Where had I heard of such a thing? I felt the press of her body against mine, and my mind went numb. Her flesh was supple and warm, her breasts pillowing softly against my shoulder-blades, her belly radiating into my back. My stiff posture failed, and I succumbed to the lassitude her touch compelled, falling into her with a soft cry. She laughed sweetly, threateningly, a sound that leaked into my ear and melted into my consciousness. Desire swelled with in me, hot and desperate. I mewled for her, shifting my hips in a whorish dance upon the stool, looking up at my molester with big, begging eyes.

Please! I thought.

What do you want, Yavara? The woman smiled, amusement sparkling in her eyes.

You. I hissed, arching my back to present my body, hope brimming from my face.

Me? The woman laughed. I was no longer seated upon the stool, but in her lap upon a great black throne. The mirror before us revealed my vulnerable perch; my thicker legs straddled about her slender ones, my back resting upon her torso, my head lying placidly upon her shoulder. I became aware that I was exposing myself to her, and the sight of my blushing wet womanhood caused an odd surge of shame to subdue my desire. I closed my legs. Noble women do not sit with open legs; it’s improper.

I thought you wanted me? The woman whispered teasingly in my ear.

Who are you? I managed to ask.

Me. The woman’s tongue grazed my earlobe, Us. Her hand slithered between my shut thighs, You.

What? My mind was fevered. Fear, desire, propriety, lechery, shame, lust; they mingled with the jumbled hurricane of my thoughts. There was a dichotomy to me, a splitting of myself into selves. I could feel it becoming more pronounced with every second.

You are a so confused, Yavara. The woman’s voice sounded sorrowful. Her elegant hands slid down the crease of my thighs, compelling me open them.

No! I cried, battling the part of me that coveted her touch more than anything. Her orange eyes glimmered in the mirror, assessing my splayed nudity. Shameful, so shameful to be like this. Part of me loved the shame. And as much as I detested to be so intimately weak, that same part of me delighted in my captivity. What would this woman do to me? I was so helpless to stop her. But the woman did not touch my flower, much to my combined relief and disappointment. Her hands followed the wrinkle of my thighs, passing the slit between. Her smile grew devious over my shoulder, and my eyes went wide.

Her fingers traversed my crack, spread me open, and exposed my lewd button. It was dilated and swollen, and so tender to her touch. She circled my anus with a single finger, and I couldn’t help myself. My hips circled with it, my body dancing to the touch of her, compelled like a puppet. My eyes drooped in surrender, and my teeth pressed into my lip.

So much confusion, the woman’s voice was tender now, like a mother’s whisper, so much uncertainty. But it all goes away now, doesn’t it? This feels so right to you.

Yes. I said breathily, reaching back to spread myself, praying for her penetration.

A princess of the Highlands, a prim maiden of propriety and honor. The woman chuckled, You are not that, Yavara. You’re a debased slut who wants nothing more than to be fucked hard from where you shit. You’ll let anyone have a turn, just so long as they give you what you crave.

Yes! I screamed it now, begging with my body, I’m a shameful anal whore! Please fuck my slutty asshole! Oh, my rim was twitching now, coiling and dilating with every caress of her finger. It was tortuous, unbearable, and so good. The strength vanished from my legs, and I sprawled languorously across the woman’s lap, unable to continue my needful dance, stuck paralytically in a state of unending desire. When my eyes refocused, my reflection revealed that they were orange, the same orange as the woman’s, and there was a streak of black corrupting my blonde hair, the same black as the woman’s.

This is you now, Yavara. The woman’s voice was a whisper in my head, Stuck between your two selves, teetering at the brink. One side of you is Princess Tiadoa, daughter of The Highlands; this side is a lie. It is who you think you should be.

And the other side? I didn’t care what her answer was. I just needed to be invaded.

Me. The woman pushed her entire hand inside me, Us. I screamed in abject agony and ecstasy, You. I lost my mind. When it came back to me before my waking moments, the dream had been forgotten.

The sound of songbirds woke me from my deep slumber. I sat up from the make-shift bed of elk hide Brock had prepared for me the night before, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I was still naked and covered with the evidence of the previous night’s passion, and was glad to see that Brock had thoughtfully left a wet cloth beside my bed. My dress was torn to shreds and covered in dirt and dried fluids, but Brock had left she-orc clothing next to the cloth. I put on the garb after washing myself, only to realize that these “clothes” were barely more than leather straps. They effectively hid my areolas and vaginal lips, but nothing more, and the loin strap was completely swallowed by my backside. I sighed as I hooked the belt through a punched hole.

I guess orc women don’t believe in modesty.

Brock laid next to me, his muscled torso rising and falling with deep, loud snores. I could tell he was having a good dream, because his massive gift stood in defiance of the morning. I admired the sight, fondly recounting the night before. I’d been raped; horrifically, violently violated, and I’d loved it. There was no lingering mental trauma, nor even an ounce of regret in me. There was only a small touch of shame that I’d so easily thrown my pride to the wind; I should’ve made him work harder for it. Oh, what pleasures Brock had forced into me with this very tool, and it was mine, mine if I wanted it! I’d always been adventurous, and my new lascivious nature compelled me to bold action.

I crawled over to my breakfast, my hips swaying behind me like some jungle cat stalking her prey. My hands gently moved up his inner thighs, enjoying the contours of his muscles before reaching his balls. I cradled them in both my hands, gently massaging them, and stifling a giggle when Brock moaned in his sleep. My hands worked their way to the head of his penis, where white precum frothed deliciously. I lubricated my hands with it, taking a moment to lick some from my finger, closing my eyes to savor the taste. I began stroking his cock with one hand as my other massaged his heavy orbs, taking care not to wake him just yet.

This is so much fun! I thought with glee.

You know what to do. My lecherous counterpart answered. I grinned.

My lips trembled with excitement as I lowered them to his head, my mouth watering. I carefully wrapped my lips around his crease, making sure my grip was air-tight before I began my consumption. I took him inch by inch until I reached my throat, tonguing the underside of his shaft with wriggling massages.

Time to wake up, Brock!

I forced his thick cock past the resistance of my throat, deep into my esophagus. I suppressed a gag before continuing downward until I could feel his soft balls resting on my chin. I savored the feeling of him inside of me, the smell of sex that still wafted from his loins, lingering from the night before. I looked up to see Brock’s eyes opening, their black irises staring back at me.

“Queen Yavara,” Brock murmured through a hoarse moan, “you are the born ruler of Alkandra; you do not need to suck on the lowly cock of some orc chieftain anymore.”

I knew the stories; they were children’s tales meant to scare elflings lest they wander into the Great Forest. A reincarnated dark-elf of terrible power, hell-bent on vengeance against the Highland Kingdom. It was absurd, but it didn’t surprise me that simple tribesmen held the story as prophecy, waiting for a scion to deliver them from obscurity. But we were a thousand years from the days of Alkandi the Terrible, and I had no interest in roleplaying this morning. I slowly withdrew from Brock, my lips still sealed tightly, a vulgar sucking sound accompanying a low moan that ascended from my chest. I placed Brock’s upon my face, the shaft resting on my cheek while my fingers toyed with his swollen head.

“I am no Queen, Brock. I am a princess of the Highlands, and after my fun is over here,” I smiled seductively while slowly stroking his shaft, “I will return there, and figure out what mad wizard put such a curse on me.”

I crawled up Brock’s legs, my left hand still gently grasping his cock. I straddled him, my right hand tracing the ripples of his muscled chest. I pushed the she-orc strap that covered my openings to the side, but left the “bra” that covered my nipples and held my ample breasts high on my chest. Placing his throbbing cock between my asscheeks, I grinded slowly, feeling him rub against my pussy and asshole. My body reacted instantly, oozing lust from petals which flushed with want. But I would keep my virginity (as it was), and only offer Brock what he’d already stolen. Truth be told, I doubted I could ever garner such delights from my womanhood; a debased whore such as myself was made to revel in the filthy and wrong. For that was what I was, and so I whole-heartedly accepted the woman who had blossomed from my sexual awakening. The very idea of the lows I would delve to aroused me beyond control, and I pressed his tip to my winking sphincter.

“But until then, I’m going to enjoy every second of this lowly, orc cock.” I said, smiling devilishly, and squatted. A moan leaked from my lips as I took him, enjoying the pain of my splitting insides. I let him stretch my asshole to capacity, sliding into my taut filth until my legs turned to jelly with the pleasure of it, and gave out. Brock’s cock plunged into me. I gasped in pain and pleasure, delighting in the depths of his penetration, the girth of his tortuous reaming. He gripped my asscheeks and spread them wide, stretching my anus even more, sending a lightning bolt of pain up my spine. I let out a cry as I savored the roughness of it, grinding my hips while I pressed myself to him, trying to take every inch. He gripped me by the neck and pushed me upright, his thick hand squeezing the air out of me. I squeaked about my constriction, my face darkening, but my expression wrought with slutty gratitude. His free hand gripped one of my breasts, the thumb pushing onto my erect nipple. I choked out a cry of pleasure from my closed windpipe, then grabbed his hand and guided it downward toward my crotch, my eyes pleading with him to play with me. Brock stopped short of my unoccupied slit, then brought his hand around to my backside. I cried out as Brock slipped one finger alongside his cock, stretching my rim even more. Brock didn’t heed my exclamation, but drove his other three fingers in, pulling on my fleshy walls. Oh god, how I loved it! The pain and pleasure, the way he ignored my protests and raped of me what was left to be raped. Tears streaked down my cheeks, and I undulated my hips in ardent reaction, nodding obediently and whimpering my delight.

“Getting her loosened up for me, Brock?”

Brock released my throat just as my head snapped around. Behind me stood a man, adorned with a cloak made of bear fur, the head of the beast acting as a hood. He was at least six and a half feet tall, a thick black beard wrapping his face, his eyes baring white irises. In his hand was a staff, a crooked piece of wood with a crowned skull at its peak.

“Princess Yavara Tiadoa,” he spoke, “we have much to discuss.”

ZANDER

I stared at the Dark Queen, her eyes blazing orange, her skin pale, a section of black hair streaking through a mess of blonde. She was in good shape for a high-elf, her arms and back toned and muscled. I couldn’t help but linger on her ass; it was full and thick, the only imperfection being the giant orc dick stuck inside of it.

“What the fuck took you so long?” Brock growled.

“The high-elves have been systematically destroying Alkandran ruins for centuries. I don’t have many portals left.” I responded.

Yavara looked at me, then at Brock. “Are you going to introduce me to your friend, Brock? Or is he just going to join in?”

Brock looked at me with an irritated expression. “Queen Yavara, this is Zander, wizard of the land-of-shit-timing, and if you wish, I’m sure he would join us.”

I smirked at Brock’s angry face before returning my attention to Yavara. “As much as I would love to, Your Highness, I did not travel a hundred miles in the dead of night to cross swords with an orc.”

Yavara swiveled around on Brock, anchoring her feet outside of the orc’s knees, everything spread out for the world to see. She was panting heavily, moaning as she adjusted herself on Brock, her body a marvel of jiggling motion. My god she is beautiful. The most beautiful incarnation since Alkandi herself. And such power… She is the one. She has to be.

“Zander?” Yavara inquired through her moans, “As in ‘Zander Fredeon?’ My father named you as one of the Highland’s closest allies.”

“And indeed, I am.” I replied, “And will remain so, if it is your wish.”

Yavara didn’t seem to hear me, but instead ogled the erection I could not conceal in my robes. “And what is your wish, Zander?”

“Whatever your wish is, Your Highness.”

Yavara grinned hungrily up at me. “Well Zander, why don’t you come over here? Your “queen” wishes to know what wizard tastes like.”

Though every inch of my primal being demanded that I comply with the young queen’s request, I willed myself to stay on task. Time was of the absolute essence. I had missed all the signs for this incarnation, though now that her identity was revealed, it didn’t surprise me that they’d eluded me. Who would have thought that the good and pure Queen Trenaria Tiadoa had sullied her womb? It was an interesting question, but the answer was useless. The years I would’ve had grooming young Yavara were lost. She was already a woman, almost past the point of pliability. Almost too late.

“My queen, I came here to help you take your rightful place on the Black Throne. Time is of the essence; your reappearance will be noticed before long, and you have more enemies than can be counted.” I said.

Yavara let out a sigh. “I’m getting bored of all these claims of my royalty. I am a princess of the Highlands, but I am no queen. Now Zander-” Yavara interrupted herself with a moan as Brock began gently thrusting into her, “…if you’ve traveled for a hundred miles in a night to see-” Yavara gasped as Brock’s strokes became longer. “If uuuh… you traveled this far-oh god don’t stop Brock!- to see me, then talk, because -oooohhhh fuck-because, if it’s so urgent-hhhnnnnnnggggg-that it can’t wait a bit, then you might as well…”

Yavara’s attention drifted from me, her eyes rolling back into her head as the orc increased his speed. She fell backwards onto Brock, who pulled her thighs up and spread them, giving me a front-row seat to her defilement. Her rim clung to the orc every time he retreated, a thin layer of flesh out-turning like an anal condom. She moaned delectably with every thrust, her mouth hanging open in bliss, a string of drool slowly descending from her lips.

From virgin to whore in a few hours; you really are the Dark Queen. I thought with a rueful smile. All of Alkandi’s carnations were ultimately the same. That ancient succubus heritage unfurled itself like a debauched late-blooming flower. I placed my hands behind by back and paced the tent until I found myself next to Yavara’s head. Her eyes stared upward, though I got the impression they were looking at nothing at all. I placed my index finger on her forehead and recited the verse I’d spoken many times before. It was uncouth, but I did not have the luxury of waiting for this orc chieftain to finish his deed.

Of blood and light is astral sight, to see the mind in the world behind, a shadow in the bright.

I closed my eyes and let the world around me fall away. I witnessed the tent the turn to a spot on the horizon, the Great Forest turn to a splash of green in a haze of blue. I ascended upward, the curvature of the earth growing more pronounced, the blackness of the void enveloping me. I waited in absolute darkness to hear her voice. I waited, and waited. An orange light finally illuminated the void, silhouetting a shapely female figure.

Yavara? I asked telepathically.

Yes? She answered, unafraid and curious. She was not alone. The orange glow became more pronounced, and more silhouetted figures followed behind her. There were thirty of them, all female, all walking in step with the elf as if they were a single being. They walked toward me until they were just a few yards away. I could make out some of the features of Yavara and her host, but they were still shrouded in the astral wind, their outlines wavering from the unfelt breeze. Yavara did not acknowledge her company; she did not seem to be aware they were there. She just looked at me, her head tilted in an inquisitive manner. The figures behind her did the same, synchronized with her movements.

Where am I? She inquired.

The astral plane, a place where only the mind exists.

And why am I here?

So that I can tell you why you’re changing.

Yavara let out a laugh. Is it because I’m the reincarnation of the Dark Queen? Ha! I don’t pay credence to myths. Any fool could tell this transformation is a curse, some attempt by a disgruntled subject to get at my father. I’m sorry that Brock sent you all this way for nothing, but he is mistaken.

No, I don’t think he is. Turn around.

Yavara’s astral body turned around, and with it, the thirty other figures. Yavara puzzled over the women behind her, then cautiously reached for one of them, only to have that figure reach in the exact same manner she did. She withdrew her hand in shock, and so did the others. Yavara turned back toward me, an expression of horror written across her astral face.

What are they?

They are you, Yavara. Thirty versions of you, their lifespans crossing millennia. The first version of you is over there, the succubus at the very end. When you were her, you seduced the dwarf high king, but you also fell in love with him. Knowing that his jealous wife would soon discover you, you placed your spirit in a soul gem. When the queen’s guards bashed through your chamber doors and murdered you, your spirit remained intact, waiting for a vessel to fill, and live again.

The second version of you is over there, the she-orc. She wasn’t always you, but a scavenger looking for pay dirt in the ruins of a fallen dwarf kingdom. She came across a brilliant orange gem that seemed to glow in the darkness. When she picked it up, it leapt from her hand and burned a hole into her heart. She died, but you rose from the ashes. When you were her, you rode a mammoth into battle against the human horde. You sacked the capital of Ardeni Dreus and raped the queen herself. Legends tell of your fearsome glowing eyes, how it seemed like the flame of hell resided behind them. You died falling off your mammoth in a drunken state.

I walked among the vestiges of Yavara’s past, looking for the first Dark Queen. I found her at the very end, her pointed ears and bronze skin radiating in the orange light.

And this, Yavara, is the first Dark Queen; the first complete incarnation of you. She was born a high-elf of low standing. She toiled in the fields until her sixteenth birthday, when she was banished from her home for loving a human. Her villagers killed her lover and sent her into exile with no food, clothes or provisions, damning her to walk the earth naked and alone. Her name was Alkandi.

Alkandi was no high-elf! Yavara objected.

No? I smiled back at her, Where do the dark-elves come from then? Did they spawn from the pits of hell, or did they tear themselves from the wombs of she-orcs?

Um… yes?

History is written by the victors, and the victors are often such poor liars. I chuckled, But I remember the truth, for I was there. During her banishment, Alkandi found herself in an ogre’s cave. She thought the cave abandoned, and she happened upon the skeleton of a she-orc, a gem buried in its ribs. Alkandi took the gem, and it burned its way into her chest. Unlike the she-orc, the gem did not kill Alkandi, but instead merged with her. Her hair grew black, her skin bronze, her eyes went from blue to orange.

When the ogre came back to its layer, it found Alkandi resting on the bones of his kill. The ogre tried to rape Alkandi, but Alkandi did not resist. An ogre’s passion would kill most high-elves, but Alkandi was no longer a high-elf, but the first dark elf; a creature with the body of an elf, but the lust of a succubus and the strength of a she-orc. Alkandi mated with the beast, and bore the ogre’s children, who were to become the second generation of dark-elves. She met with the ogre leaders and organized them, often times trading her body for favors. She did the same with the orc chieftains, and the goblins and centaurs, until she stood at the head of an army greater than any the world had ever seen.

She exacted her revenge upon the high-elves, cutting their kingdom in two, and establishing Alkandra, the realm of beasts, where she ruled for five-hundred years.

I paused to gaze upon the astral figure of Alkandi, her naked body still as beautiful as the day I met her, her face fierce and defiant, her eyes ablaze with orange fury. Yavara stared confusedly, her eyes narrowing, the hint of recognition dawning across her features.

When I was a young boy, I continued, my temple was sacked by a band of orcs. I hid behind a bookshelf as my brothers were massacred, praying that the orcs’ illiteracy would keep them from searching my hiding place. While I peeked between the spines of two dusty volumes, my eyes were met with two blazing orange eyes. The orcs dragged me out and wanted to kill me, but Alkandi said she had uses for a young mage with a knack for survival. In a few years’ time I became headmaster of the temple of Alkandra, and found myself in Alkandi’s bed many nights. I loved her, Yavara, though she never loved me the same way. Alkandi didn’t believe in monogamy, and I grew jealous.

One night I was contacted by the headmaster of the grand temple of the Highlands. He offered me amnesty for information, and in a jealous rage, I gave them what they wanted. Alkandi was assassinated in her chambers, and with her death, the kingdom of Alkandra tore itself apart. In my grief, I hung myself from the rafters of my temple. As I dangled from my noose, I looked up to find the ethereal figure of Alkandi, looking down at me from the astral plane. She told me that she would rise again, and that I needed to be there for her when she did. She gave me her gift of agelessness, so that I could remain youthful for as long as I needed until she once against sat upon the Black Throne.

Alkandi’s astral face turned sharply toward me. And what a fine job you’ve done so far, Zander.

Yavara gasped at the breaking of uniformity, but my attention was divested elsewhere. It was so good to hear Alkandi speak to me, even if her voice was seeped in venom. I smiled at her, then turned to Yavara, her face twisted in confusion.

Do you recognize that voice, Yavara? A voice that is your own, but somehow foreign?

Yavara flinched with realization, and twenty-nine of the other astral bodies flinched with her, but not Alkandi. Alkandi stepped from the row of her incarnates, and walked to the newest one, her hands outstretched.

Hello Yavara, I’m glad we could finally meet as more than dreams and carnal thoughts.

Yavara stepped backward, her hands held up defensively.

I’m-I’m you? The Dark Queen of Alkandra? That’s impossible! I would have known, I would have felt something!

But you always knew, Yavara, I was always there. I was there when you fell off your horse hunting for deer. You were so afraid that your father would never let you ride again. I was the part of you that blamed the wash boy for leaving the stairs too slick. When you were twelve and your sister tormented you with insults at your lanky figure, I was the part of you that sabotaged her wedding dress so that it would fall for the whole kingdom to see. And when your father and his banner men were attacked by a platoon of orcs, I was the part of you that took up the bow and laid waste to the raiders. But I was only ever an instinct to you, a feeling of daring, a call to the wild. It was only last night when Brock captured you, when he had his way with you, that I became a true voice in this head of ours. I turned your fear to joy, your pain to pleasure. The succubus soul that dwells with in us loved the defilement, the she-orc in us could take the punishment. And when you climaxed from your sodomy, my spiritual manifestation began to take physical form in our body. But the transformation cannot be completed until our two souls have mated as one. There is a duality to us now, a dangerous, instable being composed of two different halves of a whole. You are not a person without me, and I am not alive without you. If you reject me, Yavara, your high-elf form will return, but you will be a soulless husk, wandering the world behind empty eyes.

Alkandi’s astral body stepped toward Yavara’s, her slender bronze form contrasting the alabaster voluptuousness of her counterpart. She put her hands on Yavara’s hips and brought her to herself, pressing her pelvis to Yavara’s, their breasts squishing together. Alkandi’s hands wandered down Yavara’s thighs and up her supple backside. She squeezed with both hands and spread Yavara, exposing her openings to the void. Yavara let out a whimper in response, her astral body involuntarily pressing closer to Alkandi, her hands hanging uselessly at her side, unsure and terrified.

My god, Yavara, Alkandi muttered, running her eyes covetously down Yavara’s body, I’ve lived in thirty different bodies, but I’ve never had an ass like this before.

Alkandi’s gaze lingered on Yavara’s bosom, still pressed against her own, their erect nipples toying with each other. She released her left hand from Yavara’s ass, and filled it with one of Yavara’s breasts, prompting another whimper from the high-elf.

And these tits, Yavara! The royal tailor must have used half the fabric in the kingdom to try and cover them.

She kept her eyes locked with Yavara as she brought the nipple into her mouth. Yavara tried to stifle a moan, but Alkandi’s lips curved in acknowledgement of it. She nursed from Yavara, her cheeks stretching gaunt with suction, highlighting her angular cheekbones. Her left hand worked its way down Yavara’s torso while her right slid down Yavara’s crack, parting the pliant domes with elegant fingers. Yavara could do nothing but let it happen, her eyes wide, her lips trembling. Alkandi gazed upon those lips, admiring their glistening fullness, the pouting center of Yavara’s innocent face.

I just realized that you’ve never been kissed before.

Alkandi pressed her lips to Yavara’s, opened them with her own, then slid her tongue into Yavara’s gaping mouth. Yavara’s eyes went wide with the shock of it, her jaw unhinged to dumbly accept the kiss. Alkandi savored the taste of her younger incarnation, her gently-consuming mouth rotating hedonistically, delivering the caress of her invading tongue. Yavara’s eyes began to relax, the lids growing heavy with unwanted lust, the lenses glazing in the heat of it. Her lips locked instinctively, her tongue sliding alongside her molester’s, her mouth devouring in kind. She moved her arms from her sides, her hands tracing the outer portion of Alkandi’s thighs before resting at the base of Alkandi’s glutes. She filled her hands, squeezing tightly and spreading them apart, exposing the lewd options that hid in Alkandi’s shadowed crevasse. Alkandi responded by driving her middle finger into Yavara’s asshole, eliciting a muffled squeal of pure delight.

My, my, my… what a little anal slut you are, Yavara. Alkandi’s amused voice echoed, One finger in the ass and I can already feel your pussy dripping down my leg.

Well if we’re really just two halves of a whole, then I’m guessing the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree.

Yavara reached between Alkandi’s legs and greased her hand. Alkandi grinned encouragingly against Yavara’s lips, pressing her body invitingly. Yavara didn’t bother with the customary first finger, but elected to stick all four into Alkandi’s tight sphincter instead. Alkandi violently arched her back, her legs buckling with the intensity of the feeling. Yavara gracefully supported her past self, the two elves descending to the ground with Yavara on top, their lips still locked in a passionate kiss.

You little bitch.

Guess I was right.

Alkandi kept her finger inside Yavara while her other hand stroked her platinum hair, then grasped the head that bore it to deepen the kiss. She entwined her legs with Yavara’s, and slowly rotated them both until she was atop, Yavara accepting the submissive role.

Mmmmm, you taste good. Alkandi moaned, parting from the kiss. She grinned mischievously at Yavara, I wonder how your other lips taste.

She licked her way down Yavara’s neck, stopping at her breasts to tease her nipples, then continuing down her torso until she reached her destination. As she sated Yavara’s perverse anal lust with her rotating finger, she awakened the princess’s bisexuality with a single flick of her tongue, drawing it through the leaking folds of Yavara’s blushing slit. Yavara’s body became languorous, the change rippling through her visibly. Without pretense, she grabbed Alkandi’s head and pushed it to her, her back arching from the ground in response to Alkandi’s practiced movements. Alkandi grinned around her consumption, her lips strung with her prey’s wanting nectar. She changed the patterns of her tongue, and was rewarded with the sweet call of Yavara’s cry. She opened Yavara’s petals with her free hand, and slid her tongue inside, her lower lip sucking sensually upon the hooded clit. It was immediately obvious when Alkandi found the secret spot within Yavara, for the high-elf went rigid as a board. Alkandi lingered there for a while, drawing out the torture while Yavara squirmed delightedly beneath her. When Yavara was begging with a hoarse cry, Alkandi forced three more fingers into her anus. Yavara screamed, her back wrenching into a concave bow, her toes curling. In a motion too quick to discern, she wrapped her legs around Alkandi’s head and spun her on her back. Yavara now straddled Alkandi’s face, her thighs locked around her head as she grinded her pussy downward, her sapphire gaze possessed and wild. Alkandi took a moment to gasp for air, then plunged back into Yavara, her nose wetting with the moist folds that encased it. Yavara’s blonde hair hung in front of her face, sweat glistened off her pale skin, her panting was heavy and uneven. I could see the muscles in her torso contracting with the pleasure Alkandi’s tongue bore into her, her squeezing thighs spasming around the black mess of hair between them.

I stood a few feet back, enjoying the spectacle, my penis at full attention. I looked around at the other twenty-nine astral bodies. They were no longer mirroring Yavara’s movements, but were instead staring at the two elves entangled in lust, baring witness to the debauched ceremony. Most of them had not undergone this transformation ceremony, for most had been born dark-elf. Those that had been born high-elf watched knowingly, remembering when they fell. I had known most of them personally, and had loved a few. But I had failed them all, for they were in this place of impermanence. I would not fail again. I could not.

Yavara’s astral voice rang out through the void, a melody of ecstasy rising from her throat. I knew Alkandi was getting close. Yavara had held out longer than any of the other high-elf incarnations had, but Alkandi always got them in the end.

Give in, Yavara. Become one with me. Alkandi’s astral voice oozed with seduction.

Yavara panted in tense ecstasy, staring at the woman between her legs. Fuck you.

Yavara suddenly released Alkandi’s head from her leg lock, swiveled on her face, and draped her body across Alkandi’s abdomen, her eyes locked on the leaking prize between Alkandi’s legs. She experimented with Alkandi’s clit, her finger curiously rubbing the organ, unsure and unpracticed. Alkandi humored her counterpart, spreading her legs wide in challenge. Yavara’s coyness melted from her almost instantly, and she sunk two fingers into Alkandi and forked them, opening the enticing pink depths of the woman. Alkandi’s legs tremored with excitement, her toes curling with pleasure. She resumed her meal as Yavara started hers, drawing her tongue through Alkandi’s folds, then wrapping her lips about Alkandi’s clit, and sucking it. Alkandi retaliated by adding three more fingers into Yavara’s asshole, both of her hands burying digits into the princess’s taut filth. Yavara squealed muffled delight, but she did not cease her meal. The Dark Queen pulled her hands apart, stretching Yavara’s rim and exposing her ruby insides to the spectators. Though Yavara’s shoulders pinched and her eyes rolled back, she did not relent, but continued her consumption with determination written across her pleasure-wrought features. She slid her arms beneath Alkandi’s legs, grabbed her cheeks, and spread. She withdrew from her meal only to release a glob of drool upon Alkandi’s taint, and watched it drip into her awaiting asshole. Alkandi, unknowing of the danger she was in, only planted her heels into the astral earth to present her filthy asset. Yavara drove her fist inside. Alkandi let out a shriek, her face wide with shock, her meal temporarily forgotten. Yavara smiled fondly at the sight of the dark-elf’s tight sphincter gripping her knuckles, then pushed to the wrist, closed her hand, and began thrusting. She giggled in lustful megalomania as Alkandi thrashed and squirmed in ecstasy, the Dark Queen’s equanimity thrown to the wind as she screamed obscenities into the void.

Alkandi’s voice rang into my head, her tone startling me. We may have a problem here!

What?

I’m… I’m losing control! She’s taking me!

Well, this is a first. Perhaps this updated version of you is better than the original?

I think she is the one. This is the version of me that will finally sit on the Black Throne. But first I need to merge with her, and that’s not going to happen if I’m panting like a bitch in heat with her draped over my face!

How can I help? I asked, probably too eagerly.

Don’t get too excited Zander, my proposition could be fatal.

I’ve been waiting for death for a thousand years.

Well you might get your wish then. I need you to empty your mind and let me in. I can’t finish the job in the astral plane, but I might be able to in the mortal world.

You want to use my body? How long could you stay in control before I have an aneurism?

I’ll only need a few minutes. The orc has been pounding the girl’s shithole for a while now; she should be close. I’ll take over your body and push her over the edge.

If I die before you can finish, Yavara won’t be able to merge with you, and any future incarnations of you will never be able to find you again without me. You’re taking an enormous risk here, Alkandi.

She is the one, Zander. She is the most powerful incarnation I’ve ever had. I will risk everything to become one with her.

As you wish.

I walked over to Alkandi, who throughout our telepathic conversation had been moaning and screaming like a whore. She no longer fought Yavara, but blissfully sucked her own fingers, her eyes half-closed and staring into Yavara’s exposed openings, her body simply reacting. Alkandi had been completely conquered, and seemed to be enjoying every second of it. I placed a finger on her forehead, and emptied my mind. There was a flash of blinding light, then I stood alone in blackness, the sounds of sex that had filled the air drifting away on the astral wind. Yavara, Alkandi and the twenty-nine incarnations of her had disappeared. I sat upon the ground, and waited.

ALKANDI

The first thing I noticed about my new body was a great pressure in my loins. I looked down to see a massive erection standing between my legs. I always had a healthy sex drive as a female but this… this was something else. My cock needed -no- demanded that I shove it into someone.

This explains a lot about men.

I looked over at Yavara. Her blonde hair was a complete mess, the thin streak of black entangled with the yellow. Her large breasts bounced with the orc’s rhythm, her torso contorting to expose the muscle beneath her glistening belly fat. Her feet were pulled past her pointed ears, the orc gripping and spreading her cheeks, exposing her stretched anus, and the grotesque meat that plunged relentlessly into it. God, what a body. It would be mine!

Yavara looked at who she thought was Zander, and stared in admiration at the bulge pressing against my robe. I smiled at her, and she smiled seductively back, beckoning me to her with lustful eyes. I threw off my cloak, exposing when she wanted.

“Brock, move your legs. I’m coming in through the front.” I was startled when Zander’s deep voice growled from my chest.

“Oh, fuck off Zander, you can wait until I’m done.”

Yavara gazed at me, biting her lower lip and rubbing her pussy. “I’m saving myself for marriage, Zander. Brock won’t get his ransom if I lose my chastity. Come over here and let me taste you.”

A thin smile curled across my lips. “I’m not Zander.”

I couldn’t trick my way back into Yavara’s soul. I looked through the pages of Zander’s mind for a spell I could use, and came across a shape-shifting incantation that would do the trick. I murmured the words in my mind, aware that a pressure was starting to build in my left temple. Zander didn’t have much time. The spell wrapped my body in a golden aura, and my masculine build morphed into the feminine body I possessed a thousand years ago. My rounded ears grew points, my chest grew breasts, my pale skin turned to bronze, and my white irises turned orange. I stood before Yavara and Brock as the Dark Queen Alkandi, as beautiful and terrible as I was in my prime, the only difference being Zander’s cock standing in place of my pussy.

I smiled at Yavara and Brock’s shocked expressions. Brock’s motions slowed as he pondered how to react to this situation. I placed a gentle hand upon the base of his thick cock, and gingerly guided it upward into Yavara, savoring the feel of a man against my fingertips. It had been so long. Brock recommenced his thrusts, though he did not take his eyes off me, watching me with suspicion. He couldn’t know what had transpired in the realm above. I turned my attention to Yavara, whose face was a conflict of pleasure and fear, her mouth moving, but not forming words. I positioned myself at her entrance, her oozing slit beckoning me to enter her. I began to tease her lips with my tip, sliding it between her folds, relishing the soft sensation of her petals gently giving way to me. Oh, how the softness of a woman stirred the masculine hunger in me. My muscles were tensed, my heartbeat heavy and fast, my new instincts urging me to drive, to bury myself into her tender depths and ruin the softness within. I began to push forward when Yavara’s voice cut into my ears.

“Don’t do it! My father will never take me back! You’ll ruin me!” Yavara cried through short breaths, her voice shaking. I realized too late that I was dealing with the half of Yavara that desired a castle, servants and a well-connected husband. Her sense of adventure, mischievousness, and passion had all departed from her when we split from the astral plane. We were effectively two different people now, though neither of us was whole. I needed to tread lightly here; this was not the strong woman who could take down a band of orcs, but a frail princess afraid for her life.

I placed a loving hand on her cheek, my fingers caressing her maternally. “Yavara, if you truly desire to live on without me, I will not force this upon you. We can only be one if you accept me with your heart and soul. But you will miss me with each passing second, spending the rest of your days trying to fill an emptiness within you.”

Yavara stared back with contempt. “I don’t accept you! I’ve already denied you in the astral plane, I am denying you here! Go back to the void and find some other victim to possess, I never want to hear your voice again!”

Her words were cruel and cutting, the rejection striking me to the core. I felt tears welling in my eyes as I watched Yavara’s orange irises fade to blue, her black streak of hair growing lighter by the second. I failed, and my own failure would doom us both. My mind drifted to a corner of Zander’s brain, where his fate was throbbing against my skull. The pain in my temple was no longer a mild annoyance; it was becoming excruciating.

I’m so sorry, Zander.

Brock’s gruff voice broke through my misery-induced trance. “Just shove it in her, my queen. You remember how she was last night; Yavara doesn’t want you to ask for consent, this little slut wants to be taken.” Brock punctuated his statement by reaching between Yavara’s legs and spreading her frothing pussy with his fingers, eliciting a cry of protest from the elf.

A devilish grin curled from the corners of my lips. My feminine sentimentality faded as my new masculine urges took hold of me, and I grabbed Yavara by the hips, and violently thrusted, not stopping until my balls slapped against her taint. Yavara let out a shrill scream, her hands curling to fists, her neck striating with pain; but was I moaning. Yavara was tight and wet around me, her tender sheath sucking on my shaft as if trying to milk my loins. I could feel Brock moving on the other side of her vaginal floor, his motions brutally repetitive, each drive causing Yavara’s cunt to flex around me, pulling me deeper. I looked up into her eyes, their blue depths wrought with pain and horror.

“W-w-why did you do that?!” She blubbered, “I told you not to! Now I will never get to return home!”

I leaned forward until my eyes were inches from her own. I could smell her sweet aroma wafting from her, the hormones secreting from her flesh in response to my penetration. The scent was intoxicating to the male part of me, beckoning me to push deeper into her, my hips pressing forward, my cock breaking her in.

“You fucking bitch! I hate you! I HATE YOU!” Yavara screamed, her eyes wide and trembling. Her weakness stoked a masculine rage within me, a desire to dominate and ravage. My hands shot to her throat and squeezed, and I savored the fear rising in her eyes, the vessels showing as breathing became a luxury.

“I’m done pretending to give a shit about your problems.” I growled, “I’m done trying to explain things to you. Right now, you’re not even a person; you’re just a half-empty vessel waiting to be filled.”

Yavara let out a pathetic whimper in response, her face contorted in hatred, but her hips grinding instinctively against me, betraying her true desires, the perversions she could not control.

“That’s right, you little slut.” I said, squeezing tighter, “Pretend all you want; you love this, don’t you?”

The pain in my head was getting worse by the minute, pounding, pounding, pounding against my skull. My vision blurred with it, my lids heavy. Yavara’s face remained stoic, her eyes staring daggers into me. Why did she resist me?!

“My queen, if you were one of my men, I would have kicked you out of the gangbang by now.” Brock’s voice cut through the fog. He placed his hands on my hips, “I can’t believe I have to teach Alkandi how to fuck.” Brock guided me to thrust, our cocks sliding together, pressing Yavara’s nerve-swathed division between us. I marveled at the sight of her pelvis deforming and reforming, the bulge evident from the outside. She could hardly hide it now, the pleasure she wrought. I could feel her insides fluttering with contractions, welcoming every drive and lamenting every retreat. Brock and I lifted her off his lap with every thrust, strings of her nectar thinning from her stretched taint. Her face contorted, twisting to hold the scream she wanted to sound, her eyes filming with ecstasy.

“You like me fucking your virgin cunt, you royal whore?” I growled as I drove into her. I knew too well how she liked being degraded, but she persevered admirably, her lips sealed, but quivering. I withdrew one hand from her throat, and slapped her across the face, turning her pale cheek bright red. Yavara let out a cry as her head snapped to the side. She faced away from me, recovering from the blow before whipping her head back, her hand placed upon the spot of contact, her mouth agape in arousal, her eyes pleading for what she would not ask for.

“You like having both your slutty holes filled with cock?” I screamed as I slapped her other cheek. Yavara let out a cry in response, her hips grinding ardently about her dual penetration, her ass deforming with the press of her shifting weight. Brock withdrew his hands from my hips to play with Yavara’s breasts, his thick fingers pinching her nipples. Yavara moaned as the orc twisted and pulled, her nipples stretching conically from her jiggling breasts. She looked at me from the tops of her eyes, possessed and demanding, not having to ask for what she wanted. I slapped her again and again, each blow deepening the blush of her cheeks, each blow rewarded with the clenches of her internal muscles. Yavara’s hands suddenly shot from her sides, filling with my chest, my nipples excreting milk as she squeezed. I let out a sobbing moan, my docile femininity surrendering to the feeling. I forgot myself for a moment, and looked upon Yavara’s face with sexual gratitude. I was met with an imperious, hate-filled stare.

“Is that all you got?” Yavara sneered, “The infamous Dark Queen can’t even seduce a freshly-broken maiden?”

I grabbed Yavara’s face and pushed her head against Brock’s chest, her muffled squeal of excitement radiating from between my fingers. I pulled out of her dripping cunt and pressed the head of my cock to the base of Brock’s. I took a moment to savor the widening of Yavara’s eyes once she realized how badly she fucked up.

“Stop, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!”

I laughed cruelly, then bit my lip, and began to push, looking into her eyes with a stare full of control You’re mine. A small moan of pain came from her, then escalated to an ear-splitting shriek. Brock’s cock pressed to mine, his pulsing rigidity a contrast to Yavara’s tender depths, constricting around the both of us in a vice-hold, her rim stretching to an ovoid ruin. I thought she might pass out from the pain, but her body adapted beautifully, her taut exit welcoming me deeper, until my balls rested upon Brocks. Oh, the way she felt… I could’ve lost myself there, staring into her pain-riddled eyes, watching the realization dawn upon her as ecstasy brimmed to the surface. I needed this body of hers, this temple made for the perverse, this debauched mind that only wanted more.

“My god you are an anal whore.” I panted through a gaping smile, my chest heaving, “That bitchy little attitude disappeared real fast once you had two cocks in your ass.” I glanced at the slit I’d vacated, my smile broadening, “But look at this lonely hole here. A slut like you probably can’t stand not having it filled.”

I pinched my thumb and fingers together, and forced my fist into Yavara’s wet cunt. Her soft lips gave way to me, then sucked me about the wrist, hungry for my invasion, enveloping me. Yavara’s cries sung rapturously from her, her head flinging back to yield them. I took the opportunity to grip my cock through her moist floor, sending off a spasm that traveled from Yavara’s nethers to her navel. My knuckles pressed into the ribbed spot on her ceiling, prompting her thick thighs to clamp tightly against my forearm, quivering as I massaged her insides. I pulled my cock from her asshole, her exhausted sphincter slowly constricting around Brock’s member. Leaving my hand in place, I guided myself back into Yavara’s slit, her overflowing juices allowing me to slide in easily. Yavara sustained a whine as I entered her with my filthy cock, stretching her past her limit. A shot of pain blasted against the inside of skull. Tendrils of red snaked across my blurring vision, pulsing, beating, sounding off the ticks of my mortality. The throbbing subsided, but the interruption shook me back to reality.

“…oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Yavara was babbling, her eyes glazed, completely unaware of how dire the situation was.

I pulled my hand from her pussy and grabbed her throat, bringing her face to mine. “Do you accept me back into your heart? Will we reunite together as one?!” I asked fiercely, frantically searching her piercing blue eyes for a response. She turned away from me. The pressure in my temple was growing unbearable, beating, beating, beating with my heart, the blood surging behind my eyes.

“Yavara,” my voice was gravel, “you will never know such pleasure as this without me. The succubus that dwells within us will be gone from you. This joy, this immeasurable lust, you will live the rest of your life chasing its echo.”

She didn’t respond, but continued her moaning, her dance of defilement. Panic took me. I fucked Yavara with a fervency, Brock driving to match my pace, Yavara’s moans turning to cries, turning to breathless gasps as we bore into her. Please, Yavara! Please break! I released her throat to rub her clit, her juices frothing from her sucking pussy, webbing my fingers with her lust. I pushed deeper, hollowing her tender reaches until I could feel the tip of my cock pressing against her cervix. Yavara’s tongue lolled from her mouth, her eyes rolled back into her head, primal, guttural moans rising from her chest. I slapped her ferociously, tearing her from her sexual trance.

“Answer me!” My voice rang out through the tent, desperation clinging to the words.

Yavara’s lip quivered, her blue eyes staring back into mine, giving me a glimpse of the internal conflict that raged behind them. I knew this was the critical moment, the knife’s edge that balanced our fates. I withdrew from Yavara until my head was barely inside of her, and then drove forward with all my might. Her legs spread wide to accept me, her insides coiling about my advance to compel me deeper, deeper, deeper. I pushed until my head met her final resistance. It was dilated and ready, her body made to be defiled, even the very sanctity of her womanhood. I growled through the fog of my agony, smelling iron, tasting it. I pushed through. Yavara’s face opened wide, and she threw back her head to scream hoarsely to the sky.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh god, yes! Yes, Alkandi, I accept you! Make us whole again!”

A wave of relief washed over me, and I gazed lovingly into Yavara’s beautiful blue depths. She gazed back at me with equal affection, a tear running down her cheek. I grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled her head backward, pushing my mouth to hers. Our tongues entangled in passionate combat, our faces wet with our joy. I molded myself hard against her body, our breasts deforming against each other, the sweat glistening on our skin, oiling our movements as I slid back and forth on top of her. A blast of pain, a horrendous burst that shot stars into my vision. I pitched forward, blinded in red, tasting salt and iron.

“Alkandi…” Yavara’s sweet voice rang in my ears.

I looked up to see fear etched across Yavara’s face. Drops of blood were dripping from my nose and onto her cheek. My mind was a mess, a torrent of fleeting thought punctuated by pain. I collapsed atop her, a smear of blood wiping across one of her soft breasts. The world began to blur, the darkness surrounding me, my heartbeat slowing to a dwindling cadence while the ground fell beneath me.

A shot of pain brought me back to the realm of the living. Brock’s hands had come down violently on my backside, and the fingers of each had invaded my anus. “Ha! I can’t believe that worked!” Brock laughed, “Nobody on earth is lucky enough to die fucking a hot blonde, not even you!”

I cried in weak pleasure as his fingers explored my rectum. I’d always enjoyed anal sex, but having a prostate added a whole new element to the exercise. I feebly reached backward and guided his hands to invade me deeper, the kneading tips exploring my taut filth. Brock hooked his digits about my rim, and pulled them apart, sending electric pain and pleasure up my spine. Yavara pulled my face to hers and kissed me deeply, my neck no longer strong enough to support my head. Brock’s probing fingers found my prostate, and it encouraged me to thrust forward into Yavara, the motions that of a puppet being played by the orc puppeteer.

“Keep going my queen, we’re almost there!” Brock encouraged, fingers twisting. I could feel a great pressure building up in my loins. It started in my prostate and traveled to my balls, nearly causing my legs to buckle. My cock twitched and throbbed, coerced by the sucking pull of Yavara’s insides. I could feel Brock’s member undergoing a similar sensation from the other side, his escalating growls giving voice to it. Yavara let out a sudden scream, and sprayed my crotch and belly, announcing the beginning of her ascension. Her body contracted and convulsed as I drove inside of her with my last bit of strength, her inner muscles pulsating and gripping me tighter than ever before. I heaved with sapped legs, sheathed myself to the hilt, and erupted. The pleasure lanced through my loins like a bolt, driving relentlessly to the tip of my cock, spurting my milk into the wanting receptacle within. But the pleasure was lost on me, for I was naught but the pain; the horrible, unrelenting pain! Beating, beating, beating, and exploding. Stars, blooded tendrils, the smell of something burning. Someone was screaming. Hoarse and high, it sounded so familiar. Who was that? Whose beautiful blue eyes were those? No… no wait; they’re orange.

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