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Fucktwat, the girl formerly known as Claire, has been fully indoctrinated into a way of life in which women are property, to be used for degradation and sex. Now pregnant, she approaches her wedding to her most thorough abuser…

Chapter 41
THE HEN’S NIGHT

The day of Fucktwat’s wedding was approaching. Her belly was bulging with pregnancy, and since she had come back from the farm her “work” at Titcage consisted of kneeling, leashed, in Michael’s office, with milk pumps attached to her tits. Michael would fuck her from time to time, always without asking, and always taking the time to hurt her breasts or pussy as he fucked her.

During these sessions he told her about the arrangements for the wedding. He was vague as to most of the details – he merely said he was arranging them – but he sought her input on some aspects. For instance, he wanted to know who should be her bridesmaids. He encouraged Fucktwat to name the sluts she cared about most.

Some of the names were easy for Fucktwat to name. There was her sister, Cuntcandy, of course.

And there was Slutkitten. When Fucktwat had returned from the ranch and been allowed to see Slutkitten for the first time, she had thrown herself at the other bitch and hugged her so tightly she was worried she might damage the beautiful blonde teen. She had kissed Slutkitten passionately, and Slutkitten had kissed her back, and in one of the parts of Fucktwat’s mind that still remembered what it was like to be a normal girl she realised that she was in love with her friend. They had French-kissed, and started to move to 69 each other, and Fucktwat’s father had had to pull the two girls apart. This had all happened on the front lawn of Fucktwat’s house.

After Slutkitten, Fucktwat’s next choices were her friends Amy and Elena. As women’s rights had eroded over the past months, the two girls had found that they were spending more and more of their time being raped and degraded by men. This made Fucktwat happy, as they were becoming more like her, and also because sometimes she got to join in the raping and use them to make herself cum. In her mind now, this was what female friends were for, and it barely registered on her that the fact they were crying as she used them meant they were unhappy. The two girls were still in a relationship of their own, Amy dominating Elena, but despite their intention to be lesbians they were nevertheless fucking men these days more than they were each other. Fucktwat had helped them pick out names suitable to the new paradigm. She called Elena “Titbunny” because Elena had big tits and she fucked like a rabbit, and she called Amy “Rapepuppet”, because it made Fucktwat wet when Amy was completely helpless and being raped. The girls hadn’t liked their new names at first but Fucktwat had got their male friends to help, and applied a Taser to their pussies a few times, and before long they were reluctantly answering to the better, more descriptive names.

Michael asked Fucktwat for two more bridesmaids, and Fucktwat had to think for a while. Finally, she nominated Sluthole from work. Sluthole had never been anything but cruel and abusive to her, but in Fucktwat’s mind this was increasingly cross-wired with affection. Maybe by hurting and humiliating her all those times Sluthole had been actually loving her? In any case, once she had thought of Sluthole, she thought of how angry Sluthole might be if she DIDN’T get picked as a bridesmaid, and that made up her mind.

Her last pick was also from work. It was Bitchmelons, the brunette who had initially started work under the name Kimberley. Fucktwat didn’t really like Bitchmelons but the girl was sexy, and Fucktwat dimly guessed that Michael might let her fuck her bridesmaids, so she added that name entirely in the hopes of getting to make Bitchmelons suck on her pussy.

Michael the notified Fucktwat’s chosen bridesmaids of their selection. Her sister and the Titcage girls agreed obediently but Rapepuppet and Titbunny – formerly Amy and Elena – had to be coerced with slaps and threats. Michael told Fucktwat about having to force the girls to be Fucktwat’s bridesmaids afterwards, as Fucktwat masturbated, unable to think properly about what it meant.

The first duty of the bridesmaids was the hen’s night. For this event, Michael rented out an entire restaurant in the city. Glass windows along the frontage allowed passers-by to see inside clearly. Within, he had arranged Fucktwat’s bridesmaids – each of them nude, kneeling, their hands cuffed behind their back and their clitoris clipped to a bracket in the floor by a short chain. Rapepuppet and Titbunny were gagged, as was her sister Cuntcandy and the Titcage intern Bitchmelons. Slutkitten and Sluthole, presumably trusted not to be disobedient, had their mouths unrestrained.

Michael brought Fucktwat in, crawling and nude, her pregnant belly and milk-filled tits hanging downwards, leading her on a leash. She was happy to see her friends here, and aroused by the way they were presented. She noticed a few men here too – Ben and Jayce, and her father.

“Welcome to your hen’s night, Fucktwat,” Michael said. “The point of tonight is for you to have some fun, and for you to help your bridesmaids get pretty for your wedding, which is only three nights away now.” He knelt down beside Fucktwat and stroked her cheek. “When does a slut look prettiest?” he asked her.

Fucktwat knew the answer. “When she’s naked and crying and there’s cum on her and everyone can tell she’s a whore.”

“Good slut,” said Michael. “Now, we’ll take care of the naked and the cum at the buck’s night. What I need you to do is to make sure your friends are crying and look like whores at your wedding. I want you to torture each of them in a way that will be will be visible to the guests in three days. Either hurt them very badly tonight so the effect still show, or demonstrate a way of torturing them on the day.”

At this, Rapepuppet and Titbunny – Amy and Elena – began to squeal and buck against their restraints. Cuntcandy’s eyes began to fill with tears. The other girls, resigned to abuse, showed nothing. Slutkitten looked positively eager.

“No damaging them – they need to still be pretty and fuckable – but there’s no reason they need to enjoy being fucked,” Michael went on.

Fucktwat could feel her pussy wettening at the thought of hurting other sluts. The idea made her very horny.

“You can use them however you like to make you cum as well,” said Michael. “You can orgasm as many times as you like. And if you need props, we have an extensive collection of toys and oddities for you to use. But you need to know one thing, my little slut.”

Fucktwat looked up at him. She wished he’d stop talking so she could start raping her friends.

“Everything you do to these girls tonight will be done to you on your honeymoon. There is no pain that you can give out tonight that you will not receive back.”

Somewhere inside Fucktwat, she panicked. She knew that she was broken. She knew that, with her pussy this wet, she was going to hurt and rape her friends and make them scream and cry. She didn’t want to feel that pain herself, but she knew she couldn’t resist her cunt and its urge to hurt and degrade other sluts. She tried to control herself. Maybe she could be good to her friends?

Then she saw the little chain leading from Sluthole’s clit to the floor, and how it was pulling on her clitoris, and how Sluthole looked like she might cry, and she gave in. She wanted to hurt and rape Sluthole very badly. The sexy bitch had bullied and degraded her and now Fucktwat could do anything she liked to the slutty little brunette.

She crawled across to Sluthole and started by slapping the slut hard across both cheeks. Then she kissed Sluthole, unclipped her clitoris from the floor, pushed her down, and positioned her cunt over Sluthole’s mouth. She wanted to start with a good tongue licking, followed by pissing into Sluthole’s mouth. She pinched cruelly at Sluthole’s clit as the girl tongued her to orgasm.

Once Fucktwat had had her first orgasm on Sluthole’s face, and emptied her bladder into the slut’s mouth, she had a good idea of how she wanted to torture the bitch. She remembered how Sluthole had always assaulted her in the toilets, had pissed on her legs and made her urinate humiliatingly in front of her. Pussy still wet, Fucktwat crawled across to Michael and explained her idea while nuzzling her face against his dick, and he agreed that it was something Titcage could make happen.

Sluthole cried when she was told what would happen to her. Titcage would implant a chip between her urethra and vagina. If Sluthole pissed while standing up, while the microphones in the chip could hear multiple male voices, it would reward her by vibrating pleasantly against her G-spot. If it detected her urinating at any other time, it would give her a painful electrical shock. Over time, she would find she would not be able to relax her bladder unless she was standing up, in public, near men, and that when she did meet those conditions she would have almost no control over her need to piss. It would turn her into a dirty slut-animal who habitually pissed in public. Michael assured Fucktwat that he would keep Sluthole isolated in the twelve hours leading up to the wedding, ensuring that she would wet herself as she stood in front of all Fucktwat’s family and friends.

Fucktwat had already forgotten Michael’s warning. Her pussy was throbbing wet at the sort of making Sluthole into a stupid pissing bitch. She didn’t consider the idea that the same thing would be done to her on her honeymoon. Instead, she crawled over to Cuntcandy (her sister) and Slutkitten (her lover). Her tits were achingly full of milk, so she offered one to each of the girls (first removing her sister’s gag) and stroked their hair as they gently sucked the milk from her udders. She couldn’t help making little “moo” sounds, as she had been trained to do, but it felt so good she didn’t care.

The relief from her tit pain, and the site of her sister’s breasts swollen with their own pregnancy, gave her an idea, which she explained to Michael. She wanted her sister to not be milked for 36 hours leading up to the wedding, with clamps placed on her nipples for the last 12. The pain in her bloated fuckbags should be excruciating by the time of the wedding, and even more painful when the clamps were finally removed and her tits roughly hand-squeezed afterwards.

She felt a little bad for hurting her sister that way, so she instructed Sluthole to lick her sister’s pussy while she herself moved on to Rapepuppet. She remembered when Rapepuppet had been called Amy. She had been a lesbian, who liked dominating other girls, and she had loved Elena. It was a shame she had never worked for Titcage, where she would have been allowed to dominate all the girls she wanted, Fucktwat thought. Rapepuppet still called herself a lesbian, and she cried when men fucked her, but Fucktwat knew that was a silly way for Rapepuppet to describe herself. Being a lesbian was about who *she* wanted to fuck, and who she wanted to fuck was irrelevant – she was female, and her place in life was therefore to be fucked by whoever wanted to use her.

Fuctkwat kissed Rapepuppet for a bit while she thought about how to torture the girl. Rapepuppet’s tits were small, which ruled out a lot of ideas, but her cunt was delightful, with a prominent clitoris and a lovely taste. She told Michael she wanted to see Rapepuppet fucked until she was pregnant, which Michael agreed was a good idea, but it wasn’t Fucktwat’s actual torture idea. She had a different thought, and was delighted that Michael would be able to provide the components.

She got Elena and Bitchmelons to hold Rapepuppet down on the floor, nude with her legs spread, and then she smeared honey over Rapepuppet’s breasts and vulva, taking care to get a bit up inside her sluthole. Then, to Rapepuppet’s horror, Michael produced a small jar filled with biting ants. Fucktwat giggled and masturbated as the ants were poured over Rapepuppet’s most sensitive areas and began to bite at her. Rapepuppet screamed and bucked, particularly when some of the ants got up inside her vagina and began to bite at the sensitive interior walls. Fucktwat left the ants there until she had jilled herself to an orgasm, and then had them cleared away. Rapepuppet was in tears, her boobs and cunt covered in angry red welts. She had to continue to be restrained to stop herself scratching at them madly – she ended up left with her hands cuffed behind her back again and the gag back in her mouth. Her breasts and genitals would remain in agonising pain until the wedding. Michael told Fucktwat that all the fucking of her needed to impregnate her would both feel good to Rapepuppet, because of it scratching her itchy cunt, and at the same time make the pain a hundred times worse. Fucktwat wanted to see, so asked her father to rape the girl who had been Amy right now. Her father complied, and Fucktwat watched breathlessly as her father ploughed his cock into Amy’s swollen fuckhole and Amy screamed into her gag.

Amy’s screams mirrored a part of the back of Fucktwat’s mind that was also screaming. She called that part “Claire”. Claire was a dumb bitch who thought she had rights. Fucktwat was glad she could barely ever hear what Claire was thinking anymore. She wished she could hurt Claire the way she was hurting the other sluts, the way sluts deserved to be used. Fucktwat couldn’t think of a time when she had been happier than this, abusing beautiful sluts and orgasming while men watched approvingly.

Next was Titbunny – formerly Elena. Fuctkwat thought about how Elena had been dominated by Amy, taken as a girlfriend-slave. She had never been entirely sure if Elena had consented – on one level she had been reluctant, but on another level she seemed to realise it was where she belonged. Fucktwat got Titbunny to lick her father’s cum out of Rapepuppet’s abused pussy while she thought, and the sight of the two girls 69ing gave her an idea.

She talked to Michael and he agreed. They would implant small powerful magnets in each of Titbunny’s nipples, in her clitoris, and in her tongue, and put little pieces of metal in the corresponding places inside Rapepuppet. When the girls hugged, they would find their tits and cunt literally pulling them together. Titbunny’s tongue would be drawn towards Rapepuppet’s mouth, her breasts and her pussy. Both girls would be able to be stimulated just by passing a magnet in front of them, and they could have small magnets sewn into the crotch of any panties or bras they wore (not that a good slut wore underwear) to pull at their nipples and clit all day long.

Michael arranged for the two girls to be taken to a doctor after the hen’s night to have the magnets implanted. Fucktwat overheard him make a third appointment for shortly after her own wedding, and briefly remembered that what she was doing to these girls would be done to her. It was a scary thought so she immediately forgot about it like a good little bimbo. In the meantime Fucktwat borrowed Michael’s leather belt and settled for making Elena masturbate to orgasm while Fucktwat whipped her boobs.

That left Slutkitten and Bitchmelons. Fucktwat already knew what she wanted for Bitchmelons. The girl’s breasts weren’t large enough. She asked Michael if they could get Bitchmelons a boob job so she would have nice big fuckballoons for the wedding. Michael said it would take several surgeries to safely grow her B-cups up to something truly obscene, but if they took her to hospital tomorrow she could probably be showing off D-cup udders by the time of Fucktwat’s big day. Fucktwat agreed eagerly, and settled for whipping Bitchmelons’ cunt with a leather belt for this evening.

Last was Slutkitten. Fucktwat knew now that she loved her friend. She kissed Kitten on the mouth, and Kitten kissed her back eagerly, but with some fear. They both knew she had to do something to Slutkitten, had to degrade her, because that was what women were for. But Fucktwat didn’t really want to hurt her friend – or rather, she did, but only in little, sexy ways, like fucking her in public or pissing in her mouth or pinching her clit until she orgasmed.

She looked into the beautiful blonde girl’s eyes, and suddenly she knew what she wanted. She herself was marrying Michael, and her sister was marrying Ben, but Slutkitten wasn’t claimed. Was it possible Fucktwat could….

“I want to own her,” she said suddenly.

Michael came over and stroked Fucktwat’s hair. “Say that again?” he asked.

“I want to own Slutkitten,” said Fucktwat. “I want her to be my own personal cuntlicker. I want her life to be servicing me – and my master. I want her to sleep naked at the foot of my bed when she’s not in that bed being fucked. I want her to be my sex-pet and my slave. Every time a man cums in my mouth I want to share that sperm with her. And I want to have her on a leash at my wedding and I want to kiss her before I saw my vows.”

Slutkitten’s eyes began to fill with tears. At first Fucktwat thought she had hurt her friend and lover after all, but then she realised they were tears of joy. Fucktwat smiled hesitantly, and then, not able to help herself, she grinned. Slutkitten wanted to be her slave and her pet. She felt full of happiness and joy.

But the opinions of a slut, even one she loved, didn’t matter next to those of the man standing next to her. She looked up at Michael for approval.

“Good slut,” he said, stroking Fucktwat’s hair again. “You deserve a treat. I’ll give you Slutkitten. She’s yours now.”

Fucktwat smiled even harder, biting her lip cutely.

“Now,” Michael said, “I think your daddy wants to rape your new pet. Why don’t you hold her down for him, and then you can lick his cum out of her cunt afterwards?”

Fucktwat obeyed. And even though Slutkitten orgasmed twice during the rape, her eyes were looking at Fucktwat’s each time, and were filled with love.

(To be continued…)

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For background on the characters you can click on my story link and read Daddy’s little girl and number 2. Anonymous reader 1 through to 4.

Daddy’s little Girl meets The Anonymous Reader

Fortuitous Rendezvous

Gemma was enjoying her new life since moving to Australia. Sure she had left a lot of memories and some friends behind in the Rock wall but it meant she could leave a lot of sad memories behind to have a fresh start where nobody knew her or her father.

Gemma, her Mum and Her Dad had been a very close family until the untimely death of Gemma’s Mum. In the process of grieving and healing Gemma, who was the spitting image of her Mother, and Adam her Father had fallen in love. They fought it as best as they could but in the end decided it felt natural and decided to move to a place where they could live as a couple and see where the future led.

Gemma, now 17, had decided to finish school and work full time at the Hotel Adam had found work in. Having a background in customer service, experience in hotels and a very charming Southern accent he had been just what the Phoenician was looking for. He had started off as night manager and quickly found Gemma some casual work doing room service. The couple had been staying in a hostel for a couple of weeks when the general manager, Ian, had offered Adam his room in the hotel. Ian was a lovely man and was retiring and relocating to Singapore himself. As he was a very good manager and widower who happened to have a sweet tooth for the younger ladies the Hotel had allowed him this perk. Adam had offered to pay for the room but Ian insisted he may need to use the room in the future at which point he would put Adam and Gemma up in a nice room for the night or week whichever was the case. That offer plus some other things Ian had said led Adam to believe that Ian had no plans at all to ever return, and so with a place to live and money coming in Adam and Gemma were able to focus on their relationship and making the situation work.

Adam was besotted with Gemma; she was every bit as spectacular as her mother with soft facial features surrounded by long Auburn hair that sat just above her backside. She had large brown eyes and cute button nose. While her mouth was small it had full luscious lips. She was 5.5 tall and whilst having 34D breasts, uncommon at her age and already a size bigger than her mother was, she had an athletic build with a flat tight stomach and long slender legs for her height. Her backside was small and firm. She was also a very sweet and friendly girl. All of these together were making Gemma a very rich girl in tips.

Gemma enjoyed her work a lot. She loved meeting people and generally they were happy people. She met interesting people and had quite a collection of autographed photos of herself with celebrities that had stayed at the hotel. There was the occasional incident where people with more dollars than sense would try and get a little too friendly with her but when they discovered she was the managers daughter or wife or whatever line Gemma took with them they backed off fairly quickly. One problem Gemma face was that she would often walk in on interesting situations with various incidence of sexual activity was occurring which would generally make her horny as hell by the end of her shift. It was a pass time off hers to spy on or eaves drop on guests that she found particularly interesting and she had found every little nook and cranny that would let her hear or in some instances see some fairly hot action.

One afternoon Gemma was loading her cart before her shift when she saw some new guests heading for their room. There was a tallish solid ruggedly handsome man and two very beautiful women, one of them Asian and the other the most beautiful black women Gemma had ever seen. At first she thought the guy had treated himself to a couple of working girls for the night but then they didn’t look dressed appropriately for that. She ended up catching the lift with them and getting out on the same floor as her first call was to pick up some trays from outside of a few rooms. She greeted them still trying to work out what their story was. They smiled at her and greeted her back and then continued chatting as she put her head down as to not seem intrusive. As they left her Gemma said

“I hope you enjoy your stay”

Then totally unexpectedly the Asian woman turned and said “thanks sweetie, I think we will” and grabbed the man’s cock through his jeans in a way that showed the outline of the biggest cock Gemma had seen.

When Gemma realised she was staring with her mouth open she apologised profusely and disappeared down the hall as they laughed. Gemma parked the cart outside the toilet and rushed into a cubicle. She pictured the tiny Asian lady impaled on the enormous cock as she pulled the lid of the toilet down followed by her underwear, sat and began to finger herself frantically. She opened her shirt and pulled her bra up over her tits and started pinching at her nipple and massaging her tit as she now envisioned the black woman sucking the man’s enormous cock. Her breathing grew heavy and she bit her lip trying to keep herself from making too much noise as she felt her orgasm approach. Finally to put her over the edge Gemma imagined that colossal dong slamming in and out of her little pussy. She held on to the toilet roll holder and her upper body jutted foreword several times as her body shook and trembled until she could not move and her energy was completely spent.

“Holy fuck” she said to herself as she lay against the back of the toilet.

Just then she heard the door open. ‘Shit’ she thought to herself. She began fixing her clothing up and then heard a woman’s voice, it was the Asian girl and she must have been talking to the black woman but she couldn’t make out what she was saying. Gemma thought about leaving but was a bit embarrassed after the cock grabbing incident. Just then she could make out the black woman’s voice.

“Thank you so much for letting me join you on your honeymoon babe. You didn’t have to you know. You guys are way too good to me”

Gemma was now peering through the crack in the door. “Oh no Hun it is you who are good to us” the tiny Asian replied.

Gemma experienced drop jaw again as the Asian lifted the black woman’s T-Shirt and bra and started sucking her magnificent breast. Most of Gemma’s friends back in Texas had experimented with some minor lesbianism but she had not. Right at this point in time Gemma wanted nothing more than to burst out of the cubicle, race over and take a big black nipple in her mouth and suck it. She wondered if she could, or should treat herself to another orgasm at this display but then the black woman spoke again.

“Hey that’s enough of that. We have a big night ahead of us and I don’t want you to ruin your appetite”

Poor Gemma was so wet she could feel her juices as they soaked her underwear and then a tiny dribble rolled down her leg. Adam was going to have such a treat tonight Gemma thought. Gemma heard the door and figured the ladies had gone so she exited the cubicle.

“Oh hi sweetie, I’m sorry about before I didn’t mean to embarrass you I was just having fun. Are you ok sweetie you seem a bit flushed”

“I’m fine; it’s just……that time of the month”

“Oh ok. Well I hope you feel better soon”

“Umm thanks, I better get back to it and, I really do hope you enjoy your cock, oh my god stay. I meant stay, I am so sorry”

The pretty Asian laughed out loud and said “its ok sweetie, don’t be embarrassed. I’m sure I will enjoy both”

At that the Asian girl left. Gemma splashed her face with water before leaving. This was going to be a very long shift.

Gemma’s shift finished an hour ahead of her dads so she cleaned herself up and fixed a snack as she had gotten used to doing. She also lit some candles and tried with what she had to create a little sexual ambiance in the bedroom and sat waiting and thinking about the horny house guests that had arrived at the beginning of her shift. Going by what she had heard the beautiful little Asian girl and the man had just been married but they were obviously some kind of threesome the way the Asian was gnawing at the Negro’s tits in the toilet. What about the guy’s cock? She knew her dad was big, very big in fact but how could any woman fit something like that inside of her? She was still thinking about it when her dad came in.

“Hey baby, how was your day”

“Um good dad I mean Adam. Are you hungry?”

“Starving baby, this looks good”

He sat down and started picking olives and cheese off the platter Gemma had prepared.

“Dad” Gemma said nervously “if you ever get bored with me, or want to try something different I wouldn’t mind like sharing you for a night or something”

“You mean a threesome? Where’s all this coming from?”

“I met, I mean I saw some people today and I was just thinking about it is all”

“Oh you mean the honeymoon trio?”

“You saw them to huh?”

“Yes baby I checked them in, that’s part of my job” he smirked “I thought the guy was smuggling in an anaconda for a bit”

Gemma didn’t respond but went red.

“Oh you noticed then did you baby? You stay away from him, a cock like that might ruin you for life”

“Daaaad” she whined “your plenty of meat for me” she said as she slid off the chair and in between his legs. In no time she had released his growing erection from the bondage of his pants and was polishing the tip with her swirling tongue. She licked both sides of his shaft then top and bottom making it nice and lubricated. She paused briefly to remove her skimpy T-Shirt and her beautiful big tits bounced freely until she grabbed them and trapped her dads throbbing cock between them. She rocked back and forth watching the look of pleasure on her dads face and then faced down taking his cock between her lips every time it slid up from between her tits. He knew what she wanted so he placed his hands on the back of her head and held on securely as she sucked every drop of warm creamy cum into her throat.

Adam tore his clothes off and picked his little girl up and with lustful accuracy slammed her down on his bloated cock. Gemma wrapped her arms around her dad and held on for dear life as he pounded her tiny pussy relentlessly. She whined and whimpered and whispered her undying love and lust for her father into his ear. Her pussy tingled and then started to burn as her lips tightened around her dad’s shaft. She convulsed against him and grunted several times as she came.

“Oh dad, I am so happy. I doubt anyone is as happy as I am with you”

Her dad carried her with his prick still inside her into the bedroom. He laid her on the bed and then climbed in next to her. She climbed on top of him taking his rock hard cock back inside her and began to rock back and forward this time much more gently. They made love for a long time, rocking and kissing, stroking and caressing each other tenderly. Within minutes of their orgasm they were asleep in one another’s arms.

Adam was gone when Gemma awoke the next morning. Having the day off she decided to spend some time reading out by the pool later on that day after some shopping and a bit of a tidy up. She picked up a few things for dinner at the 7/11 around the corner and then headed into the city to buy herself a couple of new outfits and perhaps buy her dad a treat. It was later than she had expected when she returned home so she set about tidying up and then lay down for a power nap before her dad came home.

When she awoke her dad had been in and was gone again. He had tucked her into bed and left a note ‘gone to catch a few waves, love you’. Gemma slipped into her swim suit, grabbed a book and headed out to the pool. When she got there she didn’t feel much like reading so she set herself up in a quiet corner near the pool maintenance shed and closed her eyes. Before long she heard voices and sure enough it was the honeymoon trio. She sat and watched as they splashed and played knowing they couldn’t see her from where she was.

The man was quite muscular and tossed the girls around in the water playfully as they tried to wrestle him under the water. The Asian girl wore a tiny two piece that left little to the imagination and showed off her beautiful tiny frame. The beautiful ebony girl was wearing the top of a two piece with board shorts which did not seem that odd to Gemma at the time as she had seen all manner of swimming attire out at the pool.

They splashed and played for a while longer and then started looking around for something. Gemma was just about to approach and assist them when the Asian girl said “all clear” as she swam over and sat on the top step of the pool.

The man swam over and started kissing her flat stomach and then to Gemma’s surprise worked the tiny bikini bottom covering her tiny mound over and started eating her out. The ebony girl loosened her friend’s bikini top and started sucking her nipples. Oh here we go again Gemma thought as she felt her little Mons start to moisten. Before long the petite Asian was shuddering in orgasm as Gemma rubbed her little nub and watched intently. The man now sat on the step and the Asian moved in between his legs and pulled his board shorts down. As his shorts were lowered she saw the base and then inch after in of his cock appear until his shorts were nearly at his knees before the swollen tip sprung out.

Gemma stopped playing with herself and just stared intently at the fire hose dangling between this guys legs. The Asian girl then turned away and perched herself on top of his mammoth prick ready for impalement. She steadied herself with her hands either side of him and her friend placed a hand over her mouth as she dropped taking in the whole gigantic member. She screamed into the Black Hand covering her mouth and then began to pant as he thrust up and down inside her. If Gemma was shocked at the display so far nothing was going to prepare her for what happened next.

As the Asian bobbed up and down on her husband’s cock she leaned over and rubbed the front of her shorts and then began to slide them off. Gemma had started thrusting her fingers in and out of her slit again now and closed her eyes to concentrate. She opened her eyes to see the Asian girls head bobbing up and down in her friends lap. Now Gemma was beside herself with confusion but wavering on the edge of exploding in orgasm. In the end, the vision in front of her was too much despite the confusion it also caused her. She groaned as she came and then stuck a hand over her own mouth as she shook violently but it was too late.

“Who’s there” the Ebony beauty enquired

Gemma sprung out of the chair “It’s just me. I was just tidying up and didn’t want to disturb you”

“Oh we’re so sorry, please don’t tell the manager” they pleaded

“Oh it’s ok Da…Adam won’t mind so long as no one else saw it”

“We really have to stop meeting like this” The Asian said, indicating she was aware that Gemma had seen her and the ebony girl in the toilet.

“Speaking of meeting, hi I’m Mags; this is my husband Daniel and our friend Holly”

“Pleased to meet you all, I’m Gemma. Adam is the manager here and we live here as well. I am so sorry to disturb you now I’ll let you get back to………….it” She said with a mischievous grin.

The Honeymoon Trio went back to their erotic session while Gemma pretended to leave but spied on them from behind the pool maintenance shed. She watched with fascination as Mags again pulled Holly’s board shorts down and started sucking what appeared to be her cock. Perhaps it was a strap on, Gemma had heard about those but it appeared to be giving her a lot of pleasure. Whatever the explanation was she was incredibly turned on by what she saw and did not know if she could talk to her dad about it. Gemma watched a little longer and then had t o go and prepare dinner.

When her dad got home Gemma served dinner and they sat and ate. “So what did you get up to today sweetie?” Adam asked.

“I just did some grocery shopping and then went into the city and bought a couple of new outfits”

“Oh great you can try then on for me later and wear one out to dinner tomorrow night” He said.

“We’re going out to dinner?”

“Yeah, some new clients have invited us to dine in the restaurant and then perhaps to go dancing afterward if you’re up for it”

“Oh nice, that sounds great. Who are they?”

“Your friends, the Honeymoon Trio” He beamed cheekily at her as he spoke. Gemma nearly spat her drink out.

“Is there a problem Hun?”

“No, no. They seem …um..Lovely. How did this all come about?”

“They came down to the desk to find out about some tours and stuff and we just got to talking about our move out here and other things. They thought it would be nice to continue talking over dinner and I thought so too. Maybe Daniel will let you see his pet snake” He said laughing.

“Daaaad” she whined “maybe Holly will…….” she mumbled under her breath.

“Excuse me?” he said

“Aw nothing. It sounds like fun, just promise you’ll look after me”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well…you know….you wouldn’t want me to get bitten by a giant snake or anything would you?”

“Take it easy or I’ll have to leave you home young lady” he said teasing her.

“I’m going to clear up”

“No no Hun, you go and try on your new clothes and I’ll clear up”

The first gown was a royal blue wet look halter top mini dress that clung to every curve in Gemma’s body. The low cut front gave just a taste of the treasure that lay beneath. “Very nice but very adult don’t you think?” Her dad said.

“Do you want me to pass as your wife or a girl guide?”

“You look spectacular baby girl”

Although she wanted everyone to think or to know rather, that she was his woman it still made her tingle all over when he called her baby girl. She floated back into the bedroom to try on her other gown which was her favourite so she spent time accessorising. Since finding out their dinner plans for the following evening she knew she wanted to wear this one. She didn’t want to be the room service girl tomorrow night she wanted to be the sexiest, most desirable woman there.

When Gemma finally resurfaced the second gown nearly made her dad drop the plate he was drying and made him rock hard within seconds. It was a slinky black deep V cocktail gown that worked well with Gemma’s large breasts; the high side slit showed off her shapely legs and gave just a hint at the firm butt that lay just above it. Together with her hair, makeup and the black heels she had selected Gemma looked 10 years older and very sexy indeed.

“Holy shit Gemma, when…..where are you ever going to wear something like that?”

“Oh you don’t like it? I was hoping since we were going out tomorrow night I might wear it then”

“My god baby, I have seen you naked, a lot! And just look what you are doing to me” he said looking at the tent in his pants.

“Do you really want every guy in sight pointing at you with their dick like this?”

“I do, I want to be the sexiest woman in every room I enter tomorrow night. I want people to know I belong to you the most handsome, kind, loving and perfect man there is”

Adam laughed “ok ok but I hope you don’t get us into trouble”

“I won’t now come over here and let me ease your pain” She said with a wink

He put down the plate he was drying and walked over to her without taking his eyes off her. He put his hands around her shoulders and pulled her into a deep passionate kiss. He loved her dearly but at this time his lust was in control. Driven by sheer formidable lust he pulled his own clothe from his body as she removed and folded her gown placing it neatly on the back of the sofa. He cleared the dining table with a sweep of his arm and picked her up and placed her at the end with her legs dangling over. He dove face first into her shaven pussy and loaded her pussy with saliva making her gasp. When she was sufficiently lubed he stood straight up thrusting his hips forward and plunging straight into her without even lining up. She moaned and whimpered as he hammered her ferociously. He had no intention of stopping until he had filled her with his lust juice. Her big breasts bounced on her beautiful frame as she lay helpless to the pounding her dad was giving her. Her legs still clad in her black heels rocked back and forth making her look like a porn star.

“Oh daddy, I’m going to cum” she said as her pussy tingled and clamped down hard on his cock.

He thrust as hard as he could without crushing his balls against her ass and began to grunt as he fired round after round of warm jazz deep into her body. He held her as she convulsed in waves of orgasm and the flopped on the table totally spent of energy. “Baby that is a very dangerous dress”

She laughed as her dad helped her off the table and they both took a shower before settling down in front of the TV for the night. When Gemma fell asleep in his arms he carried her into bed and turned in beside her kissing her tenderly on the forehead.

The following day could not come fast enough for Gemma, for both of them really. In all honesty all five of the people were anxious in a good way for the evening ahead. Unbeknown to Gemma, the Honeymoon Trio all had a crush on her and the girls thought Adam was quite charming as well.

They met at 7pm in the restaurant lobby and were shown to their table. Not an eye looked anywhere else but at Gemma as she walked to the table. They greeted each other and were soon chatting away like old friends. They were a very handsome bunch and the envy of everyone in the room. Their conversation over dinner was light hearted and friendly, everyone avoiding delving into deep and meaningful topics but all bursting to do so. They talked about hobbies, interests and the recent wedding of Mags and Daniel. When Daniel asked for the bill the maître d informed them all that the meal was on the house. Holly, Mags and Daniel were all very grateful and had not expected that at all.

“Thank you so much Adam, what a lovely gesture” Mags said

They chatted a while longer and when Adam sensed this part of the evening coming to the end he said “I have another little surprise for you; I want you to see something. Why don’t you order dessert and I’ll have it sent to your room”

“Ooh that sounds lovely” Holly said with excitement. They spent a few minutes choosing some sweets and then Adam went through to the kitchen to arrange to have it sent to their room. When he returned Adam took the guests up to the best room in the hotel. It had a magnificent view of Broadbeach and the city. It was very spacious and luxurious; it was truly a fantastic sweet.

“Why is there no one here? Surely someone can afford it”

Adam grinned proudly “Because I have the room reserved. It is yours for the rest of your stay with us. I’ll have someone have someone move your things in here if you like?”

Daniel stood mouth open and the girls had sat down so that they didn’t fall down with shock. “Why are you doing this? I mean thank you very much but, you don’t even know us” Mags said with complete bewilderment across her pretty face.

“Aha, I have a confession to make. I like you, Gemma has taken to you (Gemma went red again) and I just have a hunch, a funny feeling that leads me to want to get to know you all better”

“Wow that is so sweet” Holly said

“So if you will accept my offer I can have someone collect your things and also have some wine or champagne brought up and we can continue to get to know one another”

“Sure, that’s sounds great doesn’t it ladies” Daniel said, finally closing his mouth.

They raided the bar and the fridge and sat chatting and waiting for their sweets to arrive all trying to ignore the sexual tension in the air but all guilty of adding to it with flirtatious remarks and gestures. A porter was first to arrive with a big trolley full of their belongings. No sooner had they helped him unload and be on his way than the desserts arrived. Amber, one of Gemma’s friends at the hotel who was working wheeled the trolley into the centre of the room. It was spectacular, there were a variety of sweets and fruit, some cheeses and the centre piece was a chocolate fountain.

“Oh…my……..gosh!” Holly said as she looked at the luxurious spread. With all they needed at their fingertips they ate and flirted and drank and flirted and chatted for a while. Finally Adam addressed the underlying tension issue by saying

“Look I feel like there are burning questions on the tip of everyone’s tongue. How do you all feel about a good old fashioned game of truth or dare to sort it out”

All of them looked awkward and uneasy so Adam tried to convince them. “Listen everything that happens tonight stays in this room. We all have skeletons in the closet so we are all starting out even. Does that sound fair?”

“Let’s do it” Holly said

“I’m game” Daniel agreed

“Why not” Mags joined in

“Gemma?” Adam said “You know I am up for it as it was my idea”

“Ok let’s do it” she finally agreed.

“It’s probably easiest if we play spin the bottle style. If you can’t answer a question you either take of some clothing or choose a dare. However if you choose dare you absolutely must go through with it. Sound ok”

“Enough talking already let’s get into it” Mags said impatiently

“Ok ok we all roll a dice and whoever scores highest gets first spin then clockwise from there yeah?” Daniel said.

“Sounds good” Adam said. After rolling Holly got the highest score on the dice and spun the empty wine bottle in the middle of the large dining table. It landed on Adam

“Have you ever had male to male sex?”

“Holy shit, jump right in there Holly” he said “No, no I haven’t” then he spun the bottle and it landed on Daniel

“How about you mate, have you ever sucked a cock?”

“Um…. yes” he said looking at the floor.

“Um sorry buddy, I didn’t……….we could do something else……..

“No, no this is good. I had the option of clothes off or dare. I’m good let’s keep playing. Everyone ok with that?” Daniel said. They all agreed to play on and in the process they found out that:
Holly had fucked male and female.
That Gemma would definitely fuck another girl.
Mags had fucked male and female.
That Gemma wanted to suck Daniel’s cock.
Adam was more prepared to get naked than answer questions.
That Daniel didn’t want to fuck Adam but he did want to fuck Gemma.
Mags and Holly both wanted to fuck Daniel, Adam, Gemma and each other.
Gemma would just fuck everyone in the room.
Finally Adam admitted he wanted to fuck all of the girls.

That’s when the tricky questions started. Holly had asked Gemma why her and Adam had the same last name but were not yet married. Gemma looked at Adam who gave her a nod to answer however she wanted. Gemma was so annoyed with herself for not seeing this coming. She wondered should she nude up or take a dare? Finally she looked up at Holly and blurted out. “Because my dad and I love him so much and I always will”

“Hey hey sweetie, it’s ok. No judgements here. We could tell when we came in here how in love you guys are and that is all that matters” Mags said “Spin the bottle sweetie” Gemma spun and landed on Daniel and thought she was asking a simple straight forward question given the information they had.

“Do you prefer sex with men or women” She asked.

“Um I would have to say women as I have never had sex with a man” He knew he did not have to give all that information but he was eager to drag some stuff out of the closet.

“How does that work? You said you have sucked cock and taken it up the ass. Is that not having sex with a man?”

“Not exactly” Mags said “Do you mind if we stop the game their so we can explain something to you both?”

“Not at all” Gemma and Adam agreed

“Well then do you mind if I show you something that will help explain?”

“No, go ahead”

Mags removed her dress and then her panties as Adam and Gemma sat gob smacked and horny as hell. “Take a look” Mags said

“It’s beautiful” Gemma said.

“Take a closer look” she said pointing to the scar directly above her gorgeous slit. “Have you ever heard the term Hermaphrodite Before?”

“No” Adam said “have you sweetie?”

“No da….Adam. I’m still trying to break the habit” She grinned.

“I was born with male and female sex characteristics which basically means I was born with the lot. Dick, pussy and tits. People like that make a choice to become fully male, fully female or go on how they are. I never thought I would find someone to love me for who I am until a very weird twist of fate brought Daniel into my life. He loved me for who I was, and yes sexually to. He sucked my cock and let me have anal sex with him even though he did not enjoy it just so I could experience all that I was and all that I had. It was because he was willing to give up his pride, to give up himself for me that I chose to become a woman and his wife”

“That’s beautiful and mate you are a legend. I can imagine you would have had a pretty rough time of it” Adam said.

Finally Gemma spoke up “So Holly you’re a Herm, what is it again?”

“Intersexed person or Hermaphrodite, and yes sweetie”

Gemma just stared in fascination and forgot anyone else was in the room. “Can I see Holly? Can I touch you?”

“Sure baby” she said removing her clothes and underwear leaving a pile on the floor. Gemma reached out and placed her palm face down over Holly’s cock and rubbed it. Holly gasped at her touch as she started to become hard. Gemma now wrapped her hand around it and started to pump it in and out of her hand as everyone watched. They all looked on as if they were watching something as beautiful as a baby being born or a flower opening up. Gemma put the cock in her mouth and began sucking as she rubbed underneath finding Holly’s moist slit. Adam got up in a trance and removed what little clothing was left on his body and stepped up behind Holly reaching around and grabbing her amazingly round breasts. Adam kissed her on the neck and heard her breathing become more rapid as he massaged her breasts and kissed her neck and shoulders. He noticed some scaring there but rather than ask any more difficult questions he just kept kissing and enjoying her body.

Gemma lifted Holly’s cock and had started to trace around her wet lips with the tip of a finger. She had felt her own pussy a lot but this was so much more erotic. Finally she got up the courage to taste it. It was a very different unexplainable flavour but one she found quite pleasant. In attempt at first to assist his daughter Adam held Holly’s cock up and out of the way. Then without even thinking about it he started stroking it as if it were his own. She was now groaning quite loudly as this father/daughter tag team pleasured her aching body. Their soothing touch bringing ease and bliss to her highly sensitive organs.

Meanwhile Daniel and Mags had shed their clothes and were pleasuring each other by way of a 69er position. Gemma had spied on this room and heard the moans and groans of ecstasy many times but had never dreamed it would be her making the noises and especially in such a fashion. Adam put a strong arm around Holly just beneath her tits and took her weight as her legs trembled and gave way as she came. Gemma put her cock back into her mouth and bobbed up and down until her body stopped shaking. Holly gave Adam and Gemma both a grateful kiss and then led Gemma by the hand into one of the bedrooms. Adam was about to follow them when Mags signalled him to join them.

Daniel was about to shove his monster cock in Mags from behind when Adam joined them. Mags grabbed Adam’s cock and gobbled it into her mouth and started giving him a textbook blowjob. He held the back of her head in his hands and groaned as he watched his throbbing hard on glide in and out of her pretty face over and over again. It was a dream come true for Mags, two of the biggest dicks she had ever seen ploughing her at both ends.

In the bedroom Gemma was peaking at the top of her first female induced orgasm. When her orgasm had subsided Holly wrapped her legs around Gemma and lined up to penetrate her. Gemma leaned forward taking turns at kissing and licking Holly’s delicious tits as Holly drove her cock inside Gemma’s tight little pussy and started pumping into her at a nice steady pace.

Out on the sofa all three of the wobbly H participants were reaching orgasm. Both men groaned as their thick members spewed jizz into either end of this tiny Asian beauty. Mags two began to spasm as a series of orgasms swept through her body. Mags hear both Holly and Gemma panting and whining in the throes of orgasm from the bedroom and called Gemma out to join them when she was ready.

After a drinks break Adam joined Holly in the bedroom while Gemma stayed with Mags and Daniel on the sofa. Mags sucked on Gemma’s pussy while Gemma played with Daniel’s enormous cock. She eventually took the whole head into her tiny mouth and then started to take in as much shaft as she could in. When Daniel and Gemma were both nicely lubricated Daniel slipped in between Gemma’s spread legs and began to line up his cock with her tiny hole. Mags steadied Gemma as Daniel inched his way into her little pussy and then began pumping. When Gemma had adjusted and began to enjoy the ride Mags climbed up and straddled Gemma’s face to get a bit of pussy licking for herself.

In the bedroom Adam lay next to Holly kissing and fondling her breasts. He finally got up the nerve to work his way down her wonderland body and was gently kissing the area of her lower stomach just above her cock. He stroked her cock a few times and then closed his eyes and took her cock into his mouth. He clumsily sucked and licked and tried to find the right rhythm. Nevertheless Holly was in heaven and appreciated every move clumsy or not. Adam slipped a curled finger inside her pussy as he sucked her cock and found her G spot. Within seconds she came violently with a serious of small but exquisite orgasms. When Adam joined her at the top of the bed he could see tears had been streaming down her pretty face. She saw the concern in his eyes and spoke before he could

“That was so beautiful; I will never forget what you have done for me”

Back out on the sofa and Gemma had already had a number of orgasms. Her dad was bigger than average but there was nothing like being stretched to capacity and then beyond by a cock like Daniels. At one point she didn’t think she could go through with it but Mags helped her get through the initial trauma of Daniels cock and then Gemma began to enjoy it. Being new to eating pussy Gemma was taking instruction from Mags as she ate her out. Gemma was a keen and fast learner though and soon had Mags writhing on top of her as she felt her pussy contract and prepare to erupt. Daniel too gave warning that he was about to blow and Gemma begged him to fill her. No sooner had she asked she felt his warm jizz fill her inside. This feeling made her come again at the same time as Mags exploded covering Gemma’s pretty face with warm lady jizz.

“How about we take a swim break and then come back for more?” Adam suggested.

“Oh that sounds lovely” Holly agreed.

They went for a swim and chatted a lot about the discoveries they had made that night. They actually didn’t get around to having sex again that night but they did forge an incredible bond that night as they talked and became great friends. Besides Mags, Daniel and Holly were there for another 3 weeks so there would be plenty of time for them to build on the beautiful friendship that had begun.

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Hi again, guys. I know a lot of you complained about the length of the last one, but no worries, the third part is longer. Now a couple of comments and PM requested some Hannah Montana or Suite life stories. I’ve been thinking about it, and I want to try a Hannah Montana story, but I want some suggestions. What do you think would be good for content? Thanks, and comment.

The next morning, Justin woke up with a start, not sure of where he was. But then he remembered, and shook himself awake even more quickly. He reached over his sister’s breasts and shook his younger brother Max awake.
“Max!” he whispered loudly. “Get up. You’ve got to get out of here!”
“Mmm what?” He asked groggily.
“Mom and Dad could find us!”
That woke Max up. It also startled Alex awake.
“What’s happening?!” Asked Alex.
“You’ve gotta get out of here! Its morning!”
“Oh right. Max, let’s go.”
The boy and girl wizards got out Justin’s bed, picked up their discarded clothes and walked out of the door, closing it behind them. Max went straight to his room and Alex stopped in the bathroom to take a piss. She sat on the toilet and started to pee. She noticed that not just urine was coming out, but was also mixed with two loads of Justin’s cum. She waited until both liquids were completely drained out of her before standing up, throwing her clothes in the hamper, and walked back out the door.
As she turned out of the bathroom and towards her own room, she ran into her father. She immediately covered herself, crying out. “Dad!” Her heart was beating with the thought of her dad catching them.
“Ho…honey, what are you doing naked?” His eyes went down to the arm across her breasts and the hand on her vagina. His heart beated faster, sending blood through his body and giving him a full hard on. His own hands went down to his crotch and covered the lump in his basketball shorts.
Her mind worked at full speed, looking for an explanation. “I…I was going to the bathroom and decided to put my dirty clothes in the laundry basket!”
“Oh…well next time cover yourself, your brothers could see you!”
“Okay, sorry Dad.” She walked past her father and opened her door, slipping in quietly and sliding into her bed without waking the sleeping Harper.
Jerry Russo turned his head to watch his daughter walk by, his eyes immediately going down to her firm, jiggling ass. His erection got even harder, if possible. He shook his head and turned back to go to his own room, completely forgetting the drink he had been going downstairs for. He walked up to his and his wife’s bed, took off the shorts and tee-shirt he had put on to go downstairs. And now just in his boxers, he slid under the covers.
‘That was quick,” Theresa said in a mumble, still sleepy and her back to him. Jerry didn’t answer, but instead moved up closer and rubbed against his wife. She felt his erection and pressed her butt back into him, rubbing it around and stimulating his male member.
“What’s that for, this early in the morning?” She flipped over so that she was facing Jerry and he planted a kiss on her lips.
“Does there have to be a reason?”
“No, I suppose not.”
She put her hands around his neck and kissed him, and their hands began to rub over each other. Jerry’s hands landed on the middle of her back, and her hands on the back of his head and his hip. He slid his hands down some and took hold of the short nightgown that Theresa wore, and pulled it up, over her head and onto the floor. The only thing she was left wearing was her 34C lacy bra. Even at the age of 38, Theresa was still looking fine, with not-yet saggy breasts, a still firm and juicy ass and a figure to die for. Jerry considered himself very lucky as her tongue darted in and out of his mouth. He moved his fingers, fumbling with the clasp of her bra. But the latch stuck and he mumbled “Fuck.” He finally got it undone and it was pushed off the bed, discarded.
Theresa smiled while they kissed and slid her hands down his chest and stomach to his boxers, where she peeled them off, down to his toes and off on to the floor to join her night gown and bra. The hot Latina housewife slithered back under the sheets until her feet pressed against the tucked in sheets. She took her husband’s rock hard cock into her hand and ran her tongue up and down his 5-inch cock, around the tip of the head and around the shaft. Jerry moaned in ecstasy and almost blew his load right then and there. Theresa saw that he was close to ejaculating and dug her long fingernails into the skin of his cock.
“Not yet, dear.” She said. The pain helped Jerry to hold back finishing, and Theresa climbed back up his body, kissing his stomach, chest, neck and then mouth again. Jerry rolled over, bringing Theresa with him and laying on top of her. She spread her legs wide and took his dick back into her hand, guiding it to the moist wetness of her pussy. Jerry stopped her though, and instead slithered backwards on the bed, bringing his face in close to her puffy pussy. Jerry loved her vagina, because of the largeness of the clit. Underneath the hood, when aroused her clit got to be about an inch long and was wicked sensitive. He loved eating her out and feeling her withering around under the care of his tongue and fingers.
He inserted three fingers into her wet pussy and stuck them in as far as he could. He started to fuck in and out with his fingers, and soon his wife started to quiver. He stopped with the fingers when she was wet enough and bent down with his head, sticking his tongue in and massaging the walls of her vagina. Then he came out and licked her clit, which sent her over the edge, practically screaming in joy. When the tremors of her orgasm subsided, Jerry crawled back up her body and whispered in her ear, “Ready for the main act?”
“Fuck yeah, baby. Put your cock in my pussy.”
Pushed on by the dirty talk, Jerry again lay on top of Theresa, and she again spread her legs. She took his cock in her hand and rubbed in around her pussy, and when she had it placed where she wanted, he pushed his hips forward and entered her pussy. Even after three childbirths, his hot Latina wife was still as tight when he had first had sex with her, back on their second date. They both gasped at the tightness, and Jerry slowly built up his hip speed, thrusting in and out of her cunt.
“Oh fuck yeah baby. Keep it up.” And that’s what Jerry did, his hips moving a frantic pace, and they both began nearing their climaxes. They both reached it the same time and Jerry erupted inside of her, feeling his own cum mix with her love juice. His wife was a squirter alright. He loved the fact that they didn’t have to use condoms or other birth control devices since she had her tubes tied. Now they didn’t have to worry about having kids.
Theresa lay there in bliss, the feeling of multiple orgasms subsiding and the after sex feeling settling in. She loved these recent, morning quickies. As Jerry collapsed on top of her, she heard a noise from behind the door and glanced sharply in that direction. She thought she saw an eye peeking through the slit in the door, but then it was gone. She wondered which one of her kids it had been or Harper, and how much they’d seen. Theresa decided not to think of it; if it became an issue, so be it. She was happy right here and didn’t feel like moving.

Justin crept away from his parent’s door. He wondered if his mother had seen him. He was turned on by the naked picture of his mom being fucked. He was glad he heard his dad confront Alex outside the bathroom and had followed him back to his room to see if his parents talked about anything out of the ordinary involving him and his siblings. And then he saw the whole thing happen, right before his eyes. He didn’t care if that was his mom; she was a stunning looking woman who he would fuck in a heartbeat.
He had a hard on now, just thinking about it and went back into his room to take care of it, by himself.

Half an hour later the whole family was up and gathered downstairs for a breakfast of pancakes and sausages. The sat around the rectangle-shaped table, Jerry at the head, Theresa at his right, Max at his left, Alex next to Max and Justin after her, and Harper next to Theresa. They ate in silence for the first couple minutes, the three children scared to say anything in case it would give anything away what happened last night.
Harper finally broke the silence, saying “So how was your date last night, Justin?”
He glanced up and said “It went okay.” He narrowed his eyes at her, though, showing her that he knew that she had been the one disrupting it. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise that he knew, and her mouth opened and then closed again. She looked down at her plate and then pushed her chair back, standing up and saying “I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay, honey.” Said Theresa. She looked up at everyone and asked “So what’s on store for today, guys? Friends?”
“Naw, I think I’m going to stay home today,” responded Max. He looked at Alex and raised his eyebrows, reminding her of her promise she made last night.
“Yeah, me too,” she said. “Some homework and then just hanging around.”
“You, Justin?” Asked Theresa.
“I don’t know yet. Maybe I’ll stay here. What are you doing, Mom?”
“I’ve got cleaning to do around the house while Jerry goes to his baseball game.”
“I’ll help you out, Mom.”
“Thank you, Justin.”
Jerry pushed his own chair out and stood up. “Well I’ve got to get going, dear. I’ll see you guys later!” He walked out of the door.
Max and Alex stood up as well, putting their dishes in the sink and going up the stairs to their rooms. Alex nudged Max before she entered hers and whispered “Meet me in my room in half an hour.” Max nodded and entered his own room.
Theresa and Justin were the last ones up, Theresa walking over to the sink to clean dishes. Justin joined her and started to dry. Ten minutes later they had cleaned up the kitchen and headed upstairs to start cleaning.
“Where first, Mom?”
“My room, I think. We have to organize your father’s and my dressers, dust, vacuum and change the sheets.”
Justin nodded and a though went through his mind. He knew the sheets had to be changed. The thought of what happened on them earlier this morning made him erect yet again. They entered their room and stood on separate sides of the bed, ripping off the sheets and replacing them with clean ones. The old ones went into the laundry in the bathroom. Justin walked around the room, dusting off shelves and tables while his mother vacuumed the floor. Twenty minutes later, when they were done, they put away the cleaning tools and met at the dressers.
“Okay. Your dad’s clothes need to be organized and folded correctly, and ironed. He’s such a pig. Mine need ironing and then refolding. We’ll do those first.”
Justin nodded again and Theresa emptied all of her clothes on the floor in one big pile. Something metal clattered on the floor, and Justin picked up a pair of metal handcuffs. Theresa snatched them out of his hand and put them in a drawer, her cheeks turning red. Justin had images in his mind of his mom tied to the bedposts and naked. He shook the thought away.
She told him to separate the shirts and pants into the ironing pile, and the undergarments in the other. He started, throwing two shirts and a pair of jeans in the iron pile. HE picked up a red lacy bra, and raised his eyebrows. He put it in the other pile. It continued like that for several minutes. He picked up a pair of lace black panties, and glanced up at his mom; she wasn’t watching, so he tucked them away in his jeans pocket. They finally finished sorting, and then moved onto ironing.
Theresa set up the ironing table and bent over it, ironing out a shirt. When she bent over, Justin, on the floor folding laundry, caught a glimpse of her cleavage. Her large breasts looked about to fall out, and he thought he caught a glimpse of a nipple. Theresa looked up and caught him looking. Justin looked down immediately, embarrassed. But she didn’t say anything, just continued her work. Justin began to get another hard on, and he was afraid that if he stood up she would be able to see it through his shorts.
Almost if she had read his mind, Theresa said “Justin, could you go downstairs and get me a glass of water?”
“Sure, Mom.” Justin stood up cautiously and Theresa watched him try and cover his hard on. When he left, she sat down on the bed. Theresa had to figure out what was going through her mind right now. She was extremely turned on by her son’s attention, but she knew just thinking that was wrong. She thought of how her husband didn’t completely satisfy her, and how a teenager filled with energy might be able to. She had to decide what to do.

At that moment, Mac walked into Alex’s room.
She looked up from the book she was reading. “Hey Max. I just cast a spell that will damper all sound emanating from this room. Now we can be as loud as we want.”
“Fuck yeah. When do we start?”
“Now, if you want.”
Max didn’t bother wasting energy with a response, but instead crossed the room to where Alex stood. She threaded her arms around his neck and he put her hands around her waist, joining mouths and kissing. Since Alex was slightly taller than her younger brother, so she bent at her knees to reach his height better. Her hands went off his neck and to his shirt which she pulled off and tossed to the floor. Her hands then went to his jeans, where she unbuttoned the top and dropped them to the floor where he stepped out of them, now just wearing his boxers. Max moved his hands to her shirt and pulled it off of her body, revealing the bra she was wearing, a red lace one. His hands moved back to her hips and unbuttoned her jeans, squatting and pulling them down to her feet. Alex stepped out of her jeans and Max stood back up. The panties she was wearing matched her bra, and they didn’t leave much to the imagination. His boner started to peek out of the fly of his boxers.
Alex smiled and crouched down in front of her brother, taking hold of the waistband and pulling it down, over his hard on. It stood out, 9” at a 45 degree angle to his body. Alex took it in her hand and moved it up and down, and pre cum began to ooze from the tip of his cock. She kept on masturbating Max, and he began to groan in pleasure. She stopped her hand motions before he could come, and pushed him back towards the bed.

A couple rooms down, Justin Russo was walking back into his mom’s room with a glass of water in his hand. He looked around tentivly for his mom, because she wasn’t in the room.
“Hey honey,” she said all of a sudden, walking out of her walking closet with clothes in her hand. He was so startled by her appearance that he spilled the water all over himself, on the front of his white tee-shirt and his black shorts. The water seeped through the shirt and shorts, making the thin material nearly see through.
“Oh, I’m so sorry dear!” She exclaimed. “Let’s get that off you!” Theresa could see his fairly big chest muscles and abs, and she could see the lump in his pants since they were plastered tightly to his body, and she began to get wet in her nether regions. Any hesitancy she had was forgotten now.
Theresa took the empty glass from his hand and put it down on the night stand. She pulled the shirt off of him and let it drop on the floor. She pushed him backwards until the back of his knees hit the bed and he fell backward. She yanked the shorts and boxer’s off in one tug, letting his quickly hardening erection spring free. The hot mom stood back and ripped her own short off, and then her pants in quick succession. She was dressed in un-fancy undergarments, plain white bra and panties. Justin could see the wet spot on her panties as her vagina lubricated itself.
She then pulled the panties off but left her bra on. She walked back to the bed and knelt down on the floor at the edge, where Justin’s knees hung off. “Scoot closer, baby.” She purred in a seductive voice. Numbly, he did so, until all of his legs were hanging off and his 7” cock pointed straight up to the ceiling lights. Theresa took her ample tits in her hands and plopped them still in her bra over his dick and pushed them down until his dick was pointing through. She then began to move her chest up and down, bouncing her breasts up and down Justin’s cock.
It felt so good to Justin that he almost felt like he needed to ejaculate already. But he held back, expectant for more. Theresa finally stopped moving her tits after several minutes and stood up over him. “Mommy’s going on bottom, honey.” Justin sat up and then stood, and Theresa lay down immediately. She lay on the edge, one foot resting on the floor and other on the bed. Her head was on the pillow. Justin approached and put his left knee on the bed, in between her thighs and then pushed it forward under the leg on the bed. He picked that leg up and put it over his shoulder, and moved in closer so his cock was pointing at her pussy, her right leg on his left shoulder, her left leg hanging off the bed, and his right foot planted on the floor next to it.
Theresa reached down and took his cock in her hand and positioned it at the entrance to her hot pussy. “Okay baby,” she gasped. Justin thrusted forward and stuck his cock into his mom’s still amazingly tight pussy. She gasped as her son’s cock hit the back of her vagina and then withdrew and hit her again as he moved in and out. She hadn’t felt this big of a cock since her high school years before she married Jerry. His less than satisfactory dick barely kept her satisfied over the years. Now she was more than satisfied.

Back in Alex’s room, Alex had Max on his back and she was sitting on his gigantic cock, barely able to hold him without screaming. Then she rose up on her knees and sat back down hard and did scream. The magic sound-filters stopped the sound from going through the thin walls of her room. She continued to bounce up and down on Max’s cock, her firm breasts flopping up and down. Max started to rise his hips to meet Alex’s bounces, and they slammed into one another again and again.
Then Alex heard a slight sound from the other side of the room that sounded like a gasp. From Harper’s side of the room. Oh shit. Alex had completely forgotten that Harper had come upstairs before the rest of the family, and must of hid when she heard Alex coming up.
“Alex, what is it?” Max groaned, still trying to hump upwards.
“Shhh, Max.” She said. “Harper? Are you over there?”
“Harper?!” Max exclaimed. “She’s over there?”
“Quiet, Max. Harper?”
From underneath the bed, Alex’s best friend crawled out. Harper stood up and said “Yeah, I’m here. And I can’t believe you’re doing this to your younger brother!”
“I can’t explain my reasons to you right now, Harper. I’m in the middle of something. So either sit there and watch or go away.” Harper sat down on the edge of her bed and fell silent. Alex turned back to Max and resumed their fucking.
As Harper watched her best friend ride Max, she began to become aroused. No matter how wrong and incestuous it was, it was still hot and Harper began to get wet and her nipples hardened. Her hand went to her pants and then down them, underneath her panties to her pussy. It was already soaked and Harper slid her finger in her virgin cunt. She stimulated the insides and then the clitoris, climaxing in seconds with her overly sensitive clit. She sat there gasping, and her brain flipped around and she stood up, tearing off all of her clothes and throwing them to the floor. She crossed the room to Alex’s bed. Alex’s eyes were squeezed shut in ecstasy. Max turned his head as he saw Harper moving in his peripheral vision and his eyes widened in surprise when he saw the naked Harper.
She stepped up on the bed and swung her left leg over Max and sat on his chest. Her hands went to Alex’s breasts and she leaned forward towards her mouth. Alex opened her mouth to talk, but Harper’s mouth engulfed hers and her tongue slipped in between Alex’s lips. The young wizard didn’t argue and slid her own tongue into Harper’s mouth; they’re tongues battling for supremacy. She stopped bouncing up and down and instead rolled her hips back and forth, which stimulated her clit even more. Twenty seconds later Alex came near her climax, and Harper reached down and rubbed her thumb under Alex’s clitoral hood and caressed her clit.
Max felt Alex’s pussy juices gush around his cock and then the warm and incredibly tight feeling of his older sister’s pussy disappeared as Alex fell off of him, her pussy clamping in on itself and her body shaking with an incredibly powerful orgasm. He yelled out, desperate for her hot cunt. Harper saw his need and slid her hips backwards so that she could bend down to Max’s cock. Her mouth engulfed his male member and started stroking the bottom with one hand while she tried to go down on his cock. Max looked above him and saw Harper’s pussy right above his face, waiving from side to side tantalizingly. Her pussy wasn’t completely bald, like his sister’s but had a small brown triangle of pubic hair pointing down at her cunt. She pussy had the lips of a porn star, with lips that protruded greatly. He reached up and grabbed onto her lush ass both hands and pulled her pussy down, where it met his mouth.
His tongue entered her pussy, past the lips and into the vagina itself. He lapped at the sides and tried to hit the back of her pussy with the tip of his tongue. He couldn’t, her hymen was in the way. So he withdrew his tongue and instead licked the clitoris, tracing figures, making Harper tremor. Even with that distraction, Harper still worked on Max’s cock, going farther and farther down each time. She was getting frustrated that she couldn’t go all the way down and deep throat him. It was harder than it looked that the videos, especially with Max’s gigantic cock. But she was determined, and tightened her neck muscles, impaling herself on his meat rod. She was down eight inches. She strained even more. Down at her pussy Max’s tongue caused her to climax, and with that shock she went down the final inch, her mouth at the hilt of his cock and her nose in his pubic hair. She held it there, gagging. Max gasped in pleasure and ejaculated down Harper’s throat. She felt the warm and stick cum go down her throat, even as Max’s face was bathed in her juices.
She couldn’t hold herself from gagging anymore, and came up for air, allowing the second, third, fourth and more streams of cum hit her in the face. Max’s hips bucked with the orgasm, and so did Harper’s as she had hers. When both were done, Harper fell of Max and the three teens lay on the bed, exhausted.

In the other room, a fourth teen was making his mother moan in joy. Justin withdrew and slammed back into the folds of Theresa’s pussy. Her clit was stimulated now and the very sensitive member sent orgasmic feeling through her again and again. The Latina Milf began to roll her hips into her son’s thrusts, and Justin neared his finish.
Theresa knew it, and pushed Justin off her and back onto the edge of the bed. She got up, even as the orgasms subsided throughout her body. She knelt back down on the floor, and reached back and unbuttoned her bra. Her amazing tits fell down, and Theresa took them and put them on either side of Justin’s cock, mashing them together and bringing them up and down the sides of his cock. Justin neared his finish again and yelled out “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”
“Mommy knows baby, cum for mommy!”
And Justin did cum, six streams of cum shooting from the tip of his dick to arc in the air, hitting her chin, her nose, her cheek, her mouth and back onto his cock. When he was finally done squirting, Theresa stopped bouncing and licked his cock clean, and then with her hand she removed the cum from her face and hair and sucked don her fingers, getting rid of the last vestiges of his cum.
Justin left his mom’s room five minutes later, washed off and dressed with a happy and contented smile on his face. He wondered what else would happen on this glorious weekend.

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True story told to me by a girlfriend

Owned by the Club

I love motorcycles. So when my boyfriend joined a club, I thought it would be fun to ride with a group. Little did I know what was in store for me as a biker’s old lady.

The day my boyfriend came home with a new tattoo of the club’s snake and eagle logo, I was shocked at how devoted he seemed to his new club. He told me it was part of the requirements to join the club and that I had some requirements to meet as his old lady. When I asked what I had to do, he just smiled and said I would find out that night.

When we rode up to the club house that night, the place was full of club members and their old ladies. There must have been fifty bikes out front. The music was blasting as we came through the door. Four or five of the girls were dancing topless or totally nude around the room. You could see them grinding their tits and asses against the guys seated in front of them. Three or four other chicks were on there knees sucking cock. One guy had his hand on the back of a girl’s head as she sucked him. He forced her down on his cock until she looked like she was choking and held her there as he came in her mouth.

I was taking all of this in as we made our way to the bar in the back of the room. I wondered if I was going to have to suck off my boyfriend in front of his new brothers. Oh well, I suck him off whenever he likes anyway. If that’s what it took to make him happy, I would do it without complaining.
We had shots and beers. Several shots and beers.

My boyfriend was talking to another guy when a big biker came up to me and without a word, grabbed me and kissed me. His tongue worked it way down my throat as he forced my mouth wide open. His hand moved to my tit and squeezed hard. I did not want any trouble so I let him do what he wanted. I thought my boyfriend would see what was happening and come to my rescue. But the kiss continued and his hand moved from my tit to my pussy. He popped the buttons on my jeans and finger fucked me with one then two fingers of his big hand.

He finally stopped kissing me and just looked at me as he let his fingers slip out of my snatch. I’ll see you later was all he said as he moved away from the bar. I turned to my boyfriend to ask what the fuck was going on. He put his arms around me and put his lips up to my ear and told me that I was now property of the club. He told me that I had to stay at the club for a few days and wash and clean bikes. I also had to do anything else I was told by anybody male or female.

I must have looked shocked. Before I could say anything, my boyfriend took me by the arm and lead me to a back room. You better do as you are told baby or they will be real hard on you, was all he said. The girl in the back room did not move quick enough when told to strip now she was being punished. As the door opened, saw that the girl was tied by ropes hanging from the ceiling and attached to the floor. Two bikers with eight foot bull whips were taking turns whipping her naked body. First one would whip her tits and then the other would whip her back. Her body was beautiful. It was covered with red stripes left by the whipping. She was asked if she was ready to submit to anything she was told. She begged them to stop. She would do anything.

I watched as she was whipped another twenty minutes. She begged for mercy. She begged to be let down. She would suck them both for as long as they liked. Fuck me in the ass! She begged. Let me be your whore. I’ll bring you lots of money. I’ll strip anytime you say, anywhere you say.

Finally she was released. She was taken outside naked and left by the front door. She spent the rest of the night on her knees sucking anyone who came by. They used her as a toilet as well. She was forced to keep her mouth open and drink as much piss as she was offered. She and I would become good friends later on.

I decided that I did not want to be whipped. I knew I would give in sooner or later anyway. I would do as I was told. I wanted to please my boyfriend.

The big biker who had finger fucked me earlier came back to where my boyfriend and I were. Your gonna get fucked by every club member. Your not leaving the club house til we have done everything we like to you. He said this as my boyfriend disappeared through the door and returned to the bar up front.

I didn’t have to be told to strip. I knew what I was in for. I decided to take the lead. I dropped to my knees and asked if I could suck him. He smelled like sweat and cigarettes. No matter. I started to moan as I worked his giant cock down my throat. I bobbed up and down as it pounded the back of my throat. He grabbed my hair and throat fucked me until I was gasping for air. I had to do something or I would pass out. I pulled back from his rod and asked him if he wanted a piece of my ass. I really like it up the ass. I got used to it in high school. I got a reputation as a girl who put out and every horny guy who took me out wanted me to suck him and let him fuck my ass. Once I was set up out in the woods where everyone went on Saturday night to try to get some pussy. The guy I had a date with headed straight out there and got me into his back seat. He was on me in seconds. He rolled me over and fucked my ass good. He came quick. I thought it was all over. Wait here for a minute he said as he opened the back door to go back to the front seat. I was still face down when he came back and started fucking me up the ass again. Wow he got hard again fast I thought. Something seemed strange. Then I realized that it was another guy. A real geek from school. He was fucking me hard and fast so I let him finish. He left without a word. Before I could turn back over another boy took his place. Six guys got some of my hot ass that night.

I thought of that night because I knew I was going to be gang fucked again tonight. I could feel the big biker work his way up my ass and start to pound me like a jack hammer. I wondered if he would finish quick like my high school dates. No way. He was pretty drunk and he knew he had me as long as he liked. He slapped my ass hard and pounded away. When he finally pulled out of my ass, it was only to push me to an old bed mattress in the corner of the room. He laid down on his back and had me straddle him. I sat down on his pole and felt it slid up my ass again. I rode him while he pinched and slapped tits until they began to turn red. He had me lean forward and put a breast into his mouth. He chewed my nipple until I cried out from the pain. He told me to get used to it because he was going to be biting my nipples every day for a week.

I forced myself to smile and then I begged him to kiss me again. With his tongue in my mouth, my sore tits got some relief. At least until he started pinching them again. I sat straight up on his rod and begged him to fuck this bitch. I begged for his cum. He started breathing heavy and then shot gobs of man juice up my rectum. I rolled off of him and felt the cum start to run out of my ass. I reached back to wipe myself clean. Are you going to eat that cum out of your own ass? He thought that’s what I might do. I realized that I had better put on some kind of show, so I reached in and scooped out some jizz onto my fingers and placed them up to my mouth. He was watching close so I licked my fingers clean and swallowed cum, ass juice and all.

He told me to get up and go back to the bar. No clothes. He took my jeans, panties and tank top with him. I never saw them again. I had my spiked heal biker boots because I never took them off. I walked back into the bar and up to my boyfriend. Some cute little blonde was giving him a nude body rub. She had her hands all over his crotch. He must be loving the fact that now that he had given me to the club, he could feel free to use the other females as he pleased. He looked at me and asked if I was making his new brothers happy. I told him that I was doing my best.

I was put up on the bar to dance for about fifteen minutes. I swayed back a forth to the music always bending over to expose myself. I kept my lips parted and used my tongue as if I were ready to take a cock down my throat at any time. Then I was told to go to a table and suck off everybody there. The first guy told me to deep throat him or he would throat fuck me until I did. I worked my way down his shaft until I could feel his balls with my tongue. I came back up only enough to stimulate him and right back down. Every few seconds I came up high enough to catch a breath. I moaned so he could feel a vibration in my throat. His pre come started to fill my mouth. He groaned and shot a good load down my throat.

Without a word, I moved to the next guy and throated him. I hoped they liked me. Maybe I wouldn’t be beaten or pimped out in the future if I was a good girl. After all five of the men at the table had shot there wads into my belly, I went back to the bar. My boyfriend had been watching me while his cute blonde sucked him off.

Another biker came up and took both the blonde and me by our arms and said he was going to have a three way. He wanted to see us eat some pussy. We wasted little time when we got to the back room. I really liked kissing her. I could feel my nipples start to get hard as out tongues made love to each other. She moved away from my lips to my neck and whispered to ask me if this was my first night. I mumbled yes. That’s when she informed me that I would be fucked by every member of the club. More than one hundred men. Those were the club rules. They would keep me at the club house until they had made me their slut.

The little blonde moved down to my nipples and swirled her tongue around each one making them even harder. Her teeth raked them and her hot breath made me hotter than I had ever been with a woman. As we lay down on the dirty mattress, she came down on top of me and used my thigh to grind her pussy. Pussy juice soon ran down my leg from her sopping cunt. Her lips moved from my tits to my belly. I loved the way her tongue played with my navel ring. From my belly to my pussy she moved to quickly work her way into my slit. I reached down to grab my ankles as she shifted her body between my legs. I pulled my legs wide apart and almost level with my head to give her maximum access to my hot pussy.

Suddenly, a flash went off and I opened my eyes to see a biker taking photos of us in action. I later learned that they were sold to a website. Pictures of me would end up who knows where. I knew better than to object so I closed my eyes and enjoyed my pussy eating blonde as she continued to work tongue and fingers into me until I had to cum. My breath grew short and I heard myself scream out to my lover to fuck me harder. I was shaking when she finished me off.

Now it was my turn to eat her sweat box. I rolled her onto her back and went straight for her snatch. I soon realized that her pussy was still full of cum. No telling how many men had fucked her that night. She knew what I was tasting. She told me that she had been taken off the pill and she was going to be fucked until she was pregnant with a club baby. She already had one little girl but never knew who the real father was. She was allowed to keep some of the money she made whoring to support the child.

The biker who brought us to the back room mounted me up my ass, I finished bringing my blonde lover to a hot, wet climax. She asked me to let him cum in her pussy. She could not go to bed until the club members were satisfied that she might be pregnant.

The big biker soon had us laying on top of each other. He would fuck my ass for a while then fuck her pussy. He went back a forth as his sweat dripped onto my back and his tongue darted in and out of my ear. Fuck me you dirty slut, he would grunt. Finally he shot his load into my little blonde’s sweet pussy. He might be the one to give her another baby.

After the big biker got up and went back to the bar, the blonde and I lay there on our backs as two more men took their place between our legs and pussy fucked us hard and fast. They said nothing just fucked us and left. I looked over a her as yet another pair of bikers took their turns using us as they pleased. Hours pasted without much rest between uses of our fuck holes. Our pussies and asses were full of biker spunk. Our holes dripped. At least this made good lube for our raw openings. From time to time, I got a chance to move close to her for a kiss. She reached over and pinched and rubbed my nipples. They were very sensitive having been bitten and slapped repeatedly all night.

The number of men that fucked us grew to first ten and then twenty. Then twenty each. My boyfriend came in and fucked me like the rest of his brothers. He took me outside for a break leaving the little blonde as she was being ass fucked. Out in front of the club, the pretty girl was still on her knees. She was beautiful in spite of the fact that she was dripping with piss and still covered with lash marks from her whipping. My boyfriend seemed matter of fact as he moved over her and pissed into her mouth. She swallowed and choked until he finished. I was told to squat over her face and piss. I could not resist bending down and kissing her open mouth. As my tongue found hers, I tasted the fresh piss. I wanted to keep kissing her anyway. I whispered that I was sorry to use her like a toilet and then turned around and pissed out much of the beer and whisky that I had been consuming all night as well as the cum that had been fucked into me. When I finished, she lapped at my pussy and ass to make sure I was as clean as she could make me.

New guys were arriving as the evening grew later. I went back in the club and moved around the room giving naked lap dances to anyone interested. Whoever liked would take me back to the mattress where I would rejoin my little blonde and take another fucking. You’re the bitch who eats cum out of her own ass aint ya. I was asked. I would then have to dig my fingers into my ass and eat whatever came out on them.

Finally as dawn broke, I passed out on the dirty mattress in the arms of my little blonde. The beautiful girl out front had curled up on the dirt and passed out as well. This did not stop the last few bikers leaving from pissing on her as she slept. So ended my first night as biker club property.

To be continued if you like.

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Justin’s mind-control powers are spreading!

Time Manipulation Mind Control

Chapter Fourteen: Slave’s Incestuous Passion

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Justin Sampson

Sam’s words hung in the air around the three NSA agents. Project KRONOS…. That was what the conspiracy nuts that Sam knew on the internet claimed was a government project causing the time anomalies. Atomic clocks across the globe were becoming minutely out of sync each time we froze reality. Through math, observing the way the disruptions were spread out across the dozens of atomic clocks around the world, a rough estimate of where these events were happening was determined.

Apparently, the government had an even better estimate because they found my college. They had sent these three men, who were kneeling before me, to investigate. They determined I had the powers. One wore a suit, actually looking like a government agent, while the other two were dressed like septic workers.

The government knew about my powers.

The government was afraid of my powers.

As much as I wanted to watch Krystal eat my cum out of Ji-Yun’s pussy—it would be hot watching my little sister do that—the need for answers had finally overcome my horniness. Behind me, my hundreds of coed sex slaves gasped and moaned as they writhed in lesbian ecstasy. Their male classmates watched on stoically.

The boys were turned into my guards by Aurora when she paused time.

“Names?” I asked the three men. Aurora, when she paused time while I was captured, had turned these three into my loyal slaves. I think she even ordered them to worship me as a god or something.

“I’m Miller,” the guy in the suit said, his dark hair slicked back. Unlike the other two he had a strength about him. The man was fit. Dangerous.

The man had put a gun to my head and threatened to execute me.

“I’m Carson,” the plump, red-haired man said. He looked more like an IT technician.

“George,” the brown-haired, doughy man said.

“What is Project KRONOS?”

“It’s a plan to re-create a Soviet era project,” Miller said.

I arched an eyebrow.

“The Soviets called their project Kontrol’ Vremeni,” said George. “They studied it at Chernobyl. Their reactor—”

“The Chernobyl?” I asked, groaning. “That one that had that massive meltdown back in the eighties?”

“April 25th, 1986,” said Sam.

“The project didn’t directly cause the meltdown,” George said. He shifted. “The amount of energy required was just too much for the reactor. With its sloppy safeguards, an uncontrolled reaction lead to a runaway meltdown and the subsequent disaster. It ended their project before they could really test it out. The Soviets buried it. They never wanted to touch it again.”

“But, of course, our government couldn’t control themselves from messing with it,” Sam said. “They discovered knowledge and desired to exploit it.”

Carson nodded his head. “We turned it on yesterday at 7:59 AM local time.” He shifted. “It did not… work as we intended.”

I started in laughter. “Really? So it wasn’t the government’s plan to give me time-stopping powers?”

“Of course not,” George said. “Our targeting was… off.”

“Why did the government want this?” Sam asked. Then understanding flickered across her face. “Espionage?”

Miller nodded his head. “Imagine an agent who could freeze time and then slip into any installation, facility, embassy, or consulate undetected. Then he could obtain secure information. He could get in and out without the enemy ever knowing it. He wouldn’t show up on their cameras. He would pass undetected by their sensors. He could take all the time he needed to defeat any physical measures they might employ to prevent intruders from reaching their information. To the enemy, it would be like either a ghost had entered the facility, or their data just went missing.”

“And, what, you didn’t anticipate the mind control aspects of it?” I asked.

Sam nodded. “Astute observation.”

Behind me, one of my sex slaves giggled. I threw a look behind me and saw Aurora, Petra, and Paris huddled together, my blonde cheerleader between them. All three were grinning at me.

Aurora winked a green eye at me.

“We knew about that aspect,” said Carson.

“But how could you trust any agent with this power?” Sam asked. “Once they’ve stopped time, they could just mind-control anyone. They could take over our country in a blink of our eye if they were patient enough.”

“Yeah, I mean, they could set themselves up as dictators of the world with enough time and…” I trailed off while my dick throbbed. The possibilities spread wide before me. Not only did I have this power, but it was spreading through my followers. Men and women mind-controlled to only want to serve me. To only use their powers to aid me. “Shit, you’d have to be idiots to ever turn this on.”

“The people chosen for the project are all mutes. They are incapable of speaking, so therefore incapable of creating Parallels.”

Carson nodded his head. “It was a safeguard to keep this situation from happening. We’re not idiots.”

Sam snorted.

George flushed. “We understood that we couldn’t allow Parallels to be created. It was possible what happened at Chernobyl wasn’t so much because of their bad technology as the creation of Parallels.” He shrugged. “But we’re not sure.”

“Parallels?” I asked. I had the vague memory of these guys calling my sex slaves that earlier.

“Well, sir, you don’t exactly mind-control people,” Miller said. He rubbed at the back of his neck. “You more… pull personalities from another universe and substitute them in place of the one from this reality. I’m not the Miller from this universe any longer. I’m one from another reality drawn in by your words.”

“The many worlds hypothesis?” Sam asked, excitement bursting across her face.

“Jesus Christ, you’re talking about all the infinite parallel realities that might exist.” My mind reeled from realizing that. “You mean, there is some parallel reality that exists were every single girl in my college is my sex slave? So, what, when Aurora gave her commands, she just… brought their minds over into this reality?”

Then it really hit me. I was mind-controlled by Aurora. She compelled me to spank her once a day. Which meant there was a reality where a version of me existed that had to spank Aurora at least once every day, applying a minimum of ten swats to her rump with anything from my bare hand to a flogger.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I whispered. I wasn’t the same me any longer.

“Yes, this is a rather remarkable concept,” Sam said. She clutched at me, her eyes growing distant the way they would when she dove into a problem, the world fading away from her. Eddie, our other friend who’d transferred schools, and I would talk about perverted things while Sam ignored us, lost in her own mind.

“I just can’t believe there is a reality were every single girl in our college is my sex slave,” I said.

“Only the cute and hot ones, Master,” Aurora said.

“Still… That’s just so hard to imagine.”

“Well, my Lord,” Carson said, running a hand through his red hair, “it’s more likely that each girl was drawn from a different parallel reality. Though, I suppose there could be a reality where you have multiple sex slaves. I mean, with an infinite number of worlds…”

“Anything is possible,” I said, my mind hurting from the possibilities.

“How are you powering this program?” asked Sam. “The Soviets used the reactor, what are you using?”

“Handford,” George said.

“I thought that place’s being shut down,” I said.

“And I thought you said the NSA had taken safeguards,” Sam said. “The reactors at Handford produced a lot of waste, I mean, they number among the earliest nuclear reactors ever constructed.”

“We build new ones,” Miller said. “You know, to continue doing research while on this surface it looked look like the site was being cleaned up.”

“This is why you can never trust the government, Justin,” Sam said. She shook her head and then asked, “So you were just arresting Justin and me to contain this? To stop us from using our powers?”

My forehead furrowed. Realization hit me. “No, they haven’t turned off the machine. That’s why you became one today, Sam. And why more and more people are, too.”

“That’s correct, my Lord,” George said. “We turned it on and… there is a field around the machine. It’s… offset from our time. Our scientists speculate that only the target individual can make it through the field to shut down the machine.”

“You were willing to execute me,” I said, shuddering as I remember the feel of the gun barrel pressing against my head through the sack that was covering me. I’d never been more terrified of my life then at that exact moment. Despite all my powers I’d gained since yesterday, I felt utterly helpless.

Even more pathetic than the kid who stood by and let his father beat his mother.

Anger swelled through me. I wanted to punish this asshole. “Why were you going to kill me then?”

“Well…” Miller said, shifting. “You see, my Lord, it’s like…”

“Just say it!” I growled.

“My Lord, it was clear that you weren’t the only person exercising these powers.” Miller said. “So… we could have grabbed another. However, you were about to turn my partners into Parallels. I couldn’t allow that to happen. I had to contain it and start over with another person.”

“Instead, you guys becoming Parallels and had the original yous erased and replaced by personalities who serve me in another universe.”

All three nodded their heads.

“Well, it’s good to know,” I said. “So the government going to come after me. They want their machine shut down.” I grinned. “But it just going to keep giving these powers to people around me, right?”

All three men nodded.

“Good thing everyone around me will use their powers to my benefit.” I glanced at Sam standing beside me, a thoughtful look on her face. “Benefit us,” I hastily amended. I took her hand, squeezing it. “Right?”

She didn’t answer.

“You’re not going to shut down the machine?” Miller asked.

“Why? This power…” A huge grin spread across my lips. Ideas spilled through my mind.

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

Salome “Sam” Shapiro

“It concerns you that the machine is still active,” I said, staring at the two men. “Even now that you serve Justin. You should not be worried if all those around him who gain the powers are already his Parallels.” I shivered saying that, realizing the original me born in the universe been replaced by a variant. A bisexual girl who wasn’t afraid of her feelings. A girl who wanted to share domination with her boyfriend.

To be his queen.

It was so fascinating to realize that there were all these different versions of me throughout the multiverse. All these variants on me. And those were just the versions of me from the realities closest to ours. There must be universes where I developed entirely differently. Or where I wasn’t even born. There would be realities where a different sperm from my father had fertilized my mother’s egg, resulting in them having a different child born. The genetic information from my father would be different, causing them to have a boy. Their child might be dumber. Smarter. Stronger. Taller. My mind almost exploded from the possibilities.

Infinity truly was at our fingertips.

“What are you not telling us, slaves?” I asked the NSA agents.

“More people being able to freeze time isn’t the problem. Theoretically, it’s the creating of Parallels that is the true issue.” Miller glanced at George. “I think you can probably explain it better.”

“The multiverse is like a great slick of foamy liquid covered in bubbles.” George said. “Our universe is one of those bubbles. All these parallel realities are more bubbles on the surface of this quantum foam.”

I nodded my head. “I understand perfectly. You’re talking about branes and braneholes.”

“Brains?” Justin asked. He tapped his skull.

“It comes from membranes. B R A N E S. Not brains.” I swallowed. “Your scientists think that we are weakening the ‘membrane’ of our universe’s bubble allowing other bubbles to bleed through the resulting branehole?”

“Theoretically, yes,” George said. “That is exactly what our scientists fear. If we don’t shut down the machine, they theorize that these bubble universes will bleed into our own. It might start small, at first, with little patches of another reality substituting their own, but we think it will grow. So the machine has to be shut down.”

I nodded my head. It made absolute sense. “Justin, we clearly have to cooperate with them.”

“We do?” my boyfriend said, blinking his eyes.

Confusion weltered through me. “Of course, it’s the only logical thing to do.”

“What about my powers?” Justin looked at the three men, a strange, almost panicked look crossing my boyfriend’s face. “Would I lose my ability to stop time? To mind-control people?”

“Yes,” Carson said, no hesitation. “You will absolutely lose those powers. Everyone will. It is the machine granting them to you, drawing on the nuclear reactor for electricity to make the gravitons.”

“That feeling that I’m slowly gathering power inside of me is just… gravitons being broadcast from the machine?”

“Yes,” George said. “You’re like a… battery. It takes a certain amount of graviton charge to power your ability. But, as I said, stopping time isn’t the problem, my Lord. It’s creating more Parallels. When you do, you’re actively pulling bits of these other realities into our own. That has to stop. We have to turn this off before it gets out of hand.”

“Is there any actual proof that these braneholes are happening?” Justin asked, his eyes narrowing. “And what happens to the people who are already… paralleled?”

“We don’t know,” Carson said. “Sorry, my Lord. We really don’t know.”

“We never thought to test this,” George added. “Our scientists believed it was too dangerous to try making Parallels. It was another reason we used mute individuals.”

“But will those already… paralleled stay the same?” Justin asked, his face frozen. “Will Aurora still be my sex slave? Will my sister still be bisexual? Will Sam go back to the way she used to be, too afraid to express her emotions?”

My brow furrowed. “Interesting. You think that once the machine shuts down, these parallel personalities will reset to their originals for this universe?”

Justin nodded.

“Then take comfort in knowing that there is a version of me that is your dominating queen, loving to enjoy your sex slaves with you.”

Justin started. “Doesn’t do much fucking good for me in this reality! Why should I give this up when there’s no actual proof it’ll cause problems? Huh? You actually want to give up this power?” He looked behind him.

I turned to face the three sex slaves watching us while beyond them the orgy of women kissing and writhing together. All those horny coeds and sexy professors scattered throughout the hallway. They were kissing, licking, tribbing. They fingered each other. Made each other cum. The hallway was filled with the scent of hundreds of hot pussies all blending together into one beautiful perfume as the wild, lesbian orgy raged.

A strange lust rippled through me. Did I want to give this up? No. I did not. But…

“There is no way I’m giving this up,” snarled Justin. “Carson, Miller, and George, you’re going to make sure that I am protected from the government. You’re going to show me how I can get my slaves into the facility to take control of the entire operation.”

A wild grin spread across my boyfriend’s lips. A chill raced through me

.

“We’re going to use this power and make something amazing.”

I swallowed. What should I do? How could I convince Justin of the necessity of turning off this machine? I could feel the attraction of what he wanted, this urge filled me to stand at his side as his queen and revel in the delights of dominating all his sex slaves. After our date tonight, I would be fully his.

So should I let my emotions cloud my logic?

“Aurora, assemble them,” Justin commanded, standing so tall and imperious. “All the slaves. I have an announcement to make.”

“Yes, Master,” Aurora said, her perky tits jiggling as she snapped to attention.

No, I could not let my emotions smother my logic. I could not let our reality be destroyed because of the perverted desires of the man I love.

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

Aurora Pritchard

I trembled in excitement while waiting with Master outside the gymnasium. I could hear the bustling of voices in their, that loud murmur of several hundred people still in one room chatting with each other. Excitement crackled through the air.

Our Master was about to address his slaves.

My pussy was on fire. Justin was so powerful. He’d dominated those of us who could mind-control people. It was the sexiest thing in the world. We would make more slaves for him. We would expand his dominance. And I… I was his head slave. He had his queen, his sister, his mother, and me.

Me!

How did I get so lucky?

Justin was right. There was no proof that his powers would cause the end of the world. We couldn’t let fear stop us from doing something amazing. We, his slaves, would spread his domination across the entire state. The nation. We could even do the world. It would be so amazing. We would plan it out, sending his slaves to important places, letting them freeze time and make more and more of these Parallels.

I quivered in eager anticipation.

“Master,” Paris said as she entered, “everyone’s accounted for. President Brooks says everything’s ready for your announcement.”

Justin grinned, flexing his fingers. He looked so powerful. My excitement swelled and… I noticed Sam sitting on the bench, his queen looking distant. Concerned. Did she still worry about the theory? She had to see how amazing this was. She had to envision what her role would be in the future as we spread farther and farther.

“Let’s do this,” Justin said, a huge grin on his lips.

I darted to my Master’s side and hooked my arm in his, giving him a dazzling smile. I was so excited to walk naked on his arms before the sight of all his slaves, the hot girls and his bodyguards. I was his head slave, and that was so hot. We marched up towards the double doors that led into the gymnasium.

A pair of boys, Rick and Caleb, thrust them open for us, nodding and murmuring, “My Lord.”

A giddy thrill washed through me. My Lord! This was better than all my fantasies. Better than all those kinky stories I’d read on the internet about mind control. I was living it.

Me!

And great ripple of all pass through the gymnasium. The bleachers were crowded with making girls, clutching each other, squealing in delight at the sight of the man who owned them. They were on both sides of us, their cheers echoing around the gymnasium.

Justin had such a huge grin on his face. He walked back straight towards the center where our college’s president awaited. President Brooks stood there, the bony, older man nodding his head, clapping the way he would at prep rallies. The old me would be pumping up the crowd right now, dressed in my pleated cheerleader skirt and shaking my pompoms.

Now just the sight of Justin got them so excited.

Not just the girls, but the guys who served him, too. His army of gay bodyguards. They wouldn’t be jealous that Master had all the girls now. Vince, the guy who mind-controlled most of the guys in our college into being into guys, grinned as he stood between my ex-boyfriend, Chris, and Paris’s ex-boyfriend, Lance. He was happy to keep his harem of boys he’d created while receiving the privilege of serving as Justin’s head bodyguard.

That was a nice concession to the gay guy.

“My Lord,” President Brooks said, extending his gnarled hand. “Everything’s set up for you.”

Justin shook the old man’s hand while nodding his head. Yesterday, President Brooks despised Justin. Hardly anyone at our college liked my Master before. Now they all worship him. I broke away from him and stood just off the dais as he mounted it. A single microphone stood before him. It faced the side of the gymnasium that the seniors and juniors always crowded, the sophomores and freshmen sitting on the bleachers behind us.

I shivered as I watched him bathe in his slaves’ adoration. He let their cheers resound through the gymnasium for what must’ve been a minute, a huge grin on his face. His cock thrust out so hard before him. That wasn’t good. I should do something about it. I licked my lips and then darted to him. Without saying a word, I slipped to my knees before him and squeezed beneath the podium. He glanced down at me and winked at me.

I shuddered, my pussy clenching, and engulfed the tip of his dick.

I didn’t suck hard, but just let him feel the warmth of my mouth wrapped around his dick. My tongue swirled around it as he gripped the podium, letting out a groan of pleasure. His precum coated my tongue, that salty treat promising me so much more creamy delight.

My pussy melted. Juices ran down my thighs as I sucked my Master’s dick before all these people. This was my dream. I gripped his hips, sliding my lips slowly up and down his shaft, my cheeks hollowing as I sucked.

“It is so wonderful to hear all of your love,” Justin said, his voice throaty. His words boomed over the PA system.

“We love you Master!” squealed hundreds of girls. Their outbursts echoed around the gymnasium.

I swear I heard a few guys shouting, too. They probably loved him.

His dick throbbed in my mouth as he nodded his head. “You are all such wonderful slaves. You’re all going to serve me. We’re going to do something incredible. Together, were going to change the world.”

More schoolgirls shouts echoed. More shrieks of bliss resounded.

I nursed on his dick, loving him as he closed his eyes and let the adoration of his sex slaves washed over him. Had any man ever had more hypnotized slaves than my Master? I did this. I enslaved all these girls, and the boys, for him. I mind-controlled them all to be his wanton sluts. To worship him with their bodies.

I sucked harder. I bobbed my mouth up and down his dick. I loved him.

“Some of you are discovering that you have… powers. That you can freeze time. When you do, you can mind-control people by talking to them. You can make them into my slaves, just like Aurora made you all into mine.”

Thunderous cheers shook the gymnasium.

“That’s right, you are all going to spread my power. When you stop time, you’re going to use your abilities to enslave more people for me. Important people. Cops. City officials. Soldiers. And, if there are any hot women you think should join my harem, make them into my sex slaves.”

“We will, Master!” squealed a few girls and shouted a few guys.

“My mother is so hot!” a girl shrieked from real close.

“I bet she—” Justin broke off in a shout. “Fuck, Melissa! Where’d you come from?”

I ripped my mouth off Master’s dick and looked behind me to see Melissa standing only a foot away, the Black girl was naked, of course. She was gasping for air, her entire body flushed. Sweat dribbled down her face like she’d just run a marathon.

“I got the entire police department, Master,” she panted. “Every… last… one of them that was in the station.” She fanned her face. “Oh, boy, that was quite a walk.”

“Just now?” asked Master. “You froze time?”

I engulfed his cock again, sucking hard on him. More of his precum flowed over my tongue as I waited to hear Melissa’s answer. This was so hot. Another sex slave who was spreading his power surged around me.

“I did, Master!”

I bobbed my head faster and faster, working my hot mouth up and down my Master’s cock. This was so amazing. The police force was his. His power would spread and spread, and I would be at his side. The leader of his slaves.

I would please him every day. And he would reward me. Spank me!

My ass still burned from my first punishment. I would get that delight every day. Ten spankings on my naughty ass. I was such a bad slave for mind-controlling my Master. I deserved it.

I sucked harder.

“Look at Melissa,” Justin said, his voice growing throatier and throatier. “She’s a shining example. This is what I want from you. If you gain your powers, that is what you’ll do. We’re going to make plans. You’re going to be in a position across the state, ready to freeze time. Then country. The world. Isn’t that amazing?”

All his slaves, his bodyguards and his whores, cheered and clapped and plundered their excitement. The sound resounded through the gymnasium. I couldn’t hear the sound of my own blowjob over their excitement.

I squeezed my eyes shut, my cunt on fire. My juices ran down my thighs as I sucked so hard on my Master’s dick. I loved him. My tongue swirled and fluttered around the spongy crown. I teased him, worshiped him.

It was incredible.

He grunted and groaned. I whimpered in delight as he erupted his hot cum. His seed spurted into my mouth.

“We are going to change the world!” he shouted, thrusting a fist up into the air as his jizz boiled into my mouth.

I gulped it down. I swallowed his seed with such hunger. This wondrous delight filled me as he warmed my belly. He was going to do it. He was going to take over the world with his army of mind-controlling sex slaves. We would pause time for him. We would create Parallels for him.

We would love and worship him.

I swallowed the last load of his cum. I loved the creamy feel sliding down my throat until it reached my stomach. I shuddered as I slid my lips off his dick. I peered up at him. He faced his slaves, drinking in their worship.

Why wasn’t Sam at his side? Where was she?

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

Justin Sampson

“Master, see, see, my mom’s hot!” Melissa shouted, leading an older, but still sexy, Black woman towards me. There was no mistaking that the naked, curvy, busty woman was Melissa’s mother. She’d taken care of herself, her body toned and tight, her hips curvier than her daughter’s, her tits larger.

“Damn,” Melissa’s mom moaned as she saw me. “You are right, baby girl, he is such a sexy man. I much rather be here than at the bank.”

That made me smile. “Bank?”

“My mama is the assistant branch manager at Puget Sound Savings and Trust,” Melissa said.

I filed that little fact away.

“Your daughter has done something special for me today,” I said. It had been thirty minutes since I gave my speech. The cops she’d brainwashed had already started showing up in their uniform, armed with their equipment. Many of them were standing around the gymnasium, keeping watch over the lesbian orgy raging around it. They held their shotguns or long rifles, those black AR-15s. “She deserves a big reward, don’t you think?”

“Absolutely,” the Black woman said, nodding her head. She had a flowing weave of silky, black hair. It was styled to amazing perfection.

“Well, start eating her pussy,” I told her. “I want you to make your daughter cum.”

The MILF blinked. A shudder ran through her. “But she’s my daughter, Master. I mean…” Her words trailed off as I arched an eyebrow at her. “If that’s what you want me to do, Master.” She swallowed, a shudder running through her body. “I’ll do it.”

It was clear she’d never thought about having sex with her daughter. The idea disturbed her, but she was mind-controlled to obey me. Melissa stared at me, a big grin on her face. She must’ve been expecting this fun. After all, she must know that I’d fucked my own mother. And she’d seen me with my little sister, Christy.

“Come on, Mama, you have to eat my snatch for our Master,” she said, lowering her ebony form to the floor. “I discovered I liked getting my pussy licked by an older woman today. Coach Johnson made me cum so hard during PE.”

I nodded my head, grinning at the memory of the locker room orgy I triggered. It paled compared to the gasping, writhing bliss around me. My sex slaves were all having fun. Aurora had donned her strap-on and was fucking whatever hottie she could find. Paris, Petra, and Miss Daisy were romping through the lesbian flesh, enjoying themselves, too.

Melissa squeezed her dark breasts as she parted her thighs, revealing her shaved pussy. Her outer labia parted, exposing her dark-pink depths. Her petals glistened with juices. “Mama, I sure am wet for you to eat me.”

“Oh, baby girl, I can’t believe I’m doing this. This is so wrong, but…” The MILF glanced at me. “But I’ll obey you, Master. I don’t know how this happened, but I just know that you own me. That I had to obey everything you told me to do, no matter how kinky.” She swallowed. “That means eating out my daughter’s cunt.”

Melissa’s mother knelt down between her daughter’s thighs. The MILF’s trembling hands grasped her daughter’s knees. She slid her hands down Melissa’s thighs as the MILF lowered herself towards her daughter’s waiting pussy. A powerful ache rippled through my cock as I watched the lesbian incest unfold before me.

“That’s it, Mama, you can do it,” Melissa moaned. “Our Master’s watching us.”

“Yeah,” I groaned, falling to my knees behind her. I stared at her black-furred muff, the very cunt that birthed the beautiful coed. She was about to devour her daughter. To feast upon the very flesh she created in her womb.

“Yes!” hissed Melissa. Her fingers dug into her dark tits. “See, Mama, you can do it. You can eat my pussy and make our Master happy.”

“So happy,” I said. “Damn, that is a delicious sight to behold. I’m going to fuck your cunt hard. Then I’ll slide right into you and make you explode.”

I pressed my cock against the MILF’s cunt. I slid through the tangle of dark curls to find her hot snatch. I groaned at the juicy feel of her lips. I stared down her supple back as she devoured her daughter on my command. So hot. I had all this power.

It would spread.

I thrust into her pussy, experiencing the tight sheath that birthed Melissa into the world. The Black woman clenched down around my cock, squeezing hard as she moaned into her daughter’s snatch. My balls thumped into her clit, my nuts heavy with my cum. The gravitons building up inside of me must speed up the production of my jizz.

That was why I could keep cumming and cumming.

I drew back my hips. The silky friction was incredible as I experienced their incestuous passion. Melissa’s hand shot down, grabbing her mother’s braided weave. She gripped her mother’s hair, grinding her snatch against her mother’s hungry mouth.

“That’s it,” I growled, thrusting harder and harder into the MILF’s hot cunt. “That’s your daughter you’re eating. You created that cunt in your womb. Now you’re feasting on it. Loving her just the way a mother should love her daughter.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Melissa moaned. “You are loving my pussy, Mama. You made me. Now you get to enjoy me! For our Master’s pleasure!”

“For your pleasure, Master!” moaned the Black MILF. Her cunt clenched hard on my thrusting dick, increasing the silky friction about my girth.

I grinned, loving this. Melissa’s face twisted in pleasure as her mother ate her towards an orgasm. I thrust deep into the MILF’s cunt. I savored her juicy snatch wrapped around me, squeezing and massaging my dick.

The pressure in my balls built and built as I reveled in this delicious treat. I slid my hands up her body, my pale fingers caressing her dark flesh. I found her large, soft tits. I squeezed them, loving how she moaned into her daughter’s snatch.

“Oh, Mama, you taste good!” Melissa moaned.

“Does she, slut?” I growled, thrusting so hard, loving my power. “Does your daughter taste good?”

“Yes!” she moaned. “I… I shouldn’t like this, but… It’s so wrong! So forbidden! I… Yes!”

The MILF came on my cock.

The thrill of her first-time experiencing incestuous passion rippled through her. Her cunt convulsed around my dick, massaging me as I plunged again and again into her. This wondrous heat washed around me. I groaned, squeezing her hips as I plunged deeper and harder into her cunt. I reveled in the absolute bliss of being in her climaxing snatch. It was such a delight to experience. Such a treasure.

I slammed into her as my orgasm built and built. I loved being in her convulsing depths. Her pussy writhed around me, sucking at my dick as she moaned into her daughter’s snatch. The MILF wrapped her arms around her daughter’s thighs, holding Melissa’s cunt tight against her mouth.

“Yes, yes, Mama!” Melissa moaned. Her dark eyes found mine as her tits heaved. “Master! My mama is going to make me cum!”

“Drench her face, whore!” I growled as every thrust into the MILF’s convulsing cunt brought me closer and closer to erupting.

“Yes!” squealed Melissa. “Mama, drink my cream!”

“I am, baby girl!”

Incestuous passion was such a delight to watch. Mother and daughter both arrived at their ecstasy. Mother licked her daughter’s cream up, feasting on the juices spilling out of Melissa’s incestuous depths. I couldn’t take much more of this.

My balls tightened.

I slammed to the hilt in the MILF’s still-convulsing snatch. I erupted.

Pleasure surged through me as my cum spurted into the MILF’s hot depths. I basted her cunt—the very cunt that birthed Melissa—with my seed. My balls tensed every time I unloaded spunk into her.

“Fuck, yeah!” I roared as the pleasure slammed into my mind.

I savored that trembling rapture pulsing through me. I held onto it as long as I could, experiencing the bliss of her pussy milking my cock. She wrung me dry as my orgasm peaked. I hit that ecstatic height, and then crashed into gasping, trembling bliss.

“That was incredible, slut,” I growled. “You’re just the fucking best, whore. Both of you. Melissa, sixty-nine with your mother and lick her clean.”

“Come sit on my face, Mama!” Melissa squealed as I pulled out of her mother’s depths.

I rose, feeling my power, the control I had over all these people. Girls writhed in every direction I look. They were spilled across the gymnasium floor, they were draped across the bleachers. They licked pussies and sucked on nipples. They fingered cunts and assholes. Other girls had found improvised sex toys, using the handles of hairbrushes or jamming any sort of phallic-shaped objects they could into each other. One girl worked the butt of a drumstick out of a Hispanic girl’s asshole.

It was incredible to behold.

“Someone come suck my dick clean of Melissa’s mother’s pussy!” I growled, my dick dripping with cream.

“Master!” squealed Mrs. Howards, the college’s busty nurse. She had short, black hair swaying about her face. Her huge tits jiggled as she fell to her knees before me. “I’ll attend to you, Master!”

The sexy MILF engulfed my dick with her hot mouth, sucking hard. I grinned, loving the feel of her lips sliding up and down my dick. Her tongue swirled about my cock, cleaning the other MILF’s juices off. My hands clenched and relaxed.

“Yes, that’s how you take care of your master,” I moaned. “Such a good nurse.”

“Yes, I am sure she is a wonderful nurse.”

I blinked at the familiar voice. I was having so much fun with my giant harem, I hadn’t realized that Sam didn’t come into the gymnasium when I entered to give my speech. I threw a look over my shoulder to see my naked girlfriend striding through the orgy, her hand pushing up her glasses. Several strands of her black hair, gathered in a loose braid, had escape to drape across her pale cheeks. Her small, firm breast quivered, her nipples and areolas puffy and swollen. Juices glistened on her thighs and dew beaded on her silky pubic hairs.

“Sam,” I grinned at her. My dick throbbed in the school nurse’s mouth. “There’s my beautiful queen.” I arched an eyebrow at her. “Want to play?”

She gave me a cool look back. “Have we had our date yet?”

“Sadly, classes aren’t over yet,” I said. “After all, you gave me a very specific time to pick you up this evening. 5:25 PM.”

She nodded her head. “That is not why I’ve come. Will you follow me?”

I shrugged, ripping my cock out of Mrs. Howard’s mouth. “Good job, slave. You can go have fun.”

“Thank you, Master,” the school nurse moaned. I proffered my arm to Sam.

She took it.

“So, what is it you want to show me?”

“You shall see,” she said.

She strode with a forceful gait, pulling at my arm and compelling me to keep up. She might be slender and petite, but she had drive. We navigated through the orgy, passing my sister forcing several of the turned-gay guys to gangbang Pearline.

“Pumped her full of all that yummy cum,” my little sister moaned as they fucked the Black girl I’d given my sister.

“Yes, Mistress,” the gay guy said, his face clearly twisted with disgust. He was one of the football players. John, I think his name was. He always used to brag about all the puss he crushed.

“Maybe you should have him fuck her ass,” I said, grinning at my little sister. “Bet he’d like that better.”

”I don’t care what he likes,” Krystal said, her chin held high. “I just want to lick some yummy cum out of my slave’s cunt.” She arched an eyebrow at me. “Someone else has been too busy.”

I winked at my sister before Sam dragged me out of the gymnasium.

The sounds of the orgy faded in the hallways became quiet. Almost oppressively so. There was only the slap of our bare feet echoing through the corridors. It was in the afternoon, almost the end of the school day, so it was strange to be here alone. Not even when classes were in session was it this quiet in the hallways. And walking through them naked, escorting my nerdy friend, my girlfriend, only added to the surreal nature of that moment.

“So, what’s up?” I asked.

“You know what this is about,” Sam said.

My forehead furrowed. “Are you still convinced that I should… cooperate with the government and turn off the machine? To give up all that fun in the gym? Did you see the cops I have now?”

“Yes, I saw them,” she said. “I do not object to what is happening, but to the consequences that making Parallels will cause to our universe when we bleed.”

“There’s no proof of that,” I said as we marched up the stairs to the second floor. My cock bounce before me while her small breasts jiggled.

“No proof?” She arched an eyebrow at me. We gained the second floor, and she nodded her head towards our right. “Tell me why the color of the tiles changes at a distinct boundary twelve feet from us. It is subtle, but you can see it is not quite the same shade of white on the ground past that point before us.”

I frowned, seeing a distinct boundary across the floor and walls. There was something… off about the hallway beyond it. It was close to what I expected. It was like the experience of walking into your room and seeing things were just not quite where they should be. You knew things had been moved, but only by inches so couldn’t quite place what was wrong about everything.

Sam let me towards the boundary. We crossed over. It didn’t feel any different on this side, like I hadn’t crossed between universes. Was this really another reality? I looked behind us, seeing the “normal” part we just left behind.

“I never really paid attention to the floor before, Sam,” I said. “Maybe the school had to replace this section of it?”

“What is our college called?” Sam asked as we reached a T-intersection. She led me around the corner, the hallway looking much the way I remembered it. The subtle color difference wasn’t noticeable now and that out of place feeling was fading. Classroom doors, lockers, drinking fountains, the school’s trophy case, and the restrooms were all familiar. All where they should be.

“Mark Glassner College,” I said. “Why?”

“The trophy is cases ahead. See it?”

I nodded my head.

“Perhaps you should read the awards,” suggested Sam.

My brow furrowed. My stomach churned. We reached the trophy case, and I stared at it. My eyes flicked down to the awards, reading the most recent ones: “Varsity Football Championship, 1997”, “Junior Varsity Volleyball Team Championship, 2007,” and “Varsity Wrestling Team Championship, 2015.”

“I’m not seeing it,” I said. “I don’t…”

My words trailed off. It was right in front of my face. The name of our high school was at the top of the trophy case, written in big letters. Only on this case our school was called Mary Glassner College.

“Who the fuck is Mary Glassner?”

“Who is Mark Glassner?” asked Sam back, giving me a look as my mind still reeled.

“I don’t remember,” I said, my brain not wanting to function. We were in another universe. Another reality. What else was different about this place? Did I even exist here? “Some old dead guy.”

“In our universe, he was a self-made millionaire who journeyed on the Oregon Trail to the Washington Territory. He founded an empire on growing hops in the Puyallup Valley. In his later years, he became a great philanthropist. He donated the money to build the school. However, in this reality, his wife, Mary, clearly is remembered for the philanthropy. I have no idea why. Perhaps he died, and she endowed our college. Or perhaps this is a reality where women drove the engines of commerce. I really can only speculate. There are so many different ways this change could have happened. But, you see what this means. What you have to do”

I nodded my head, my stomach sinking. I felt like the world was crumbling out from beneath me. “The machine has to be turned off.” I didn’t want to give up my powers. I didn’t want to lose my harem. I just gained all those sexy followers, but… “Fuck.”

“Fuck, indeed,” Sam said. She took my hand. “You know that I did love you before I was turned into a Parallel. I see no reason why that would end.”

I nodded my head, my mouth tasting of ash. It was a tiny consolation to losing all this power. All those women… Aurora… The other sex slaves… My mother and little sister…

“Well, we might as well fucking get this over with. There’s no point in dragging this out. Fuck, doing the right thing sucks, but… This can’t be good.”

“I’m relieved that you are seeing this rationally and…” Her words trailed off at the sound of slapping footsteps.

A large group approached us.

The buzz of chatter swelled. I glanced down the hallway we just came from. I became so aware that we were both naked. Just because I turned our reality around, and had dominated every person in our school, didn’t mean anything remotely like that was happening in this universe. A moment of panic shot through me.

What would happen to us for getting caught not wearing any clothes?

I darted my gaze around, searching for a place to hide us. In books and movies, the heroes always acted so fast, darting towards the perfect hiding place. But I couldn’t think with my blood screaming through my veins. I was in another universe, naked at school, and about to get caught by…

My little sister?

My brow furrowed as Krystal walked naked around the corner, her petite body flushed. I blinked. Had she come from our universe looking for me? That was the direction we came from. Other girl spilled around the corner after her, all stopping and gaping at me or gasping in shock.

“Krystal!” squeaked Ji-Yun. She grabbed my little sister’s hand.

“How?” Aurora asked. She was standing right behind my sister and her girlfriend. My cheerleader-slave’s blonde hair fell loose about her face instead of gathered in her usual ponytail.

Paris stood to Aurora’s right, the rich-bitch had a haughty, sneering look on her smile. She sniggered as she stared down the hallway at me. There were other girls I knew mixed in with them, and others I didn’t recognize at all.

“Krystal?” I asked, the expression on my little sister’s face changing from shock to anger.

Something felt off about her.

“How did you escape the milking?” My little sister demanded. “And you, did you free him? Did you betray us, bitch?”

“B-betray?” stammered Sam. She grabbed my hand, squeezing tight, her palm clammy.

“Shall we capture them, Mistress?” Aurora asked with the same breathy passion she normally addressed me with.

My little sister nodded her head. “I want him punished for refusing my mercy and escaping. Her, too, for helping him.”

“Fuck!” I snarled.

This time I acted. It was without thought. I just ran, dragging Sam with me. She squeaked but didn’t fall behind. I stretched out into a full run as a horde of shrieking, angry girls raced behind us. The slap of their bare feet crashed after us.

What the fuck happened in this universe?

To be continued…

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Mark and his family deal with the death of his abusive father.

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013

Chapter Twenty-one: The Glassners

Visit my blog at www.mypenname3000.com.

“I shot him.”

Silence filled the car. Mary’s hand was holding mine, gently squeezing. Her hand was warm and comforting. My dad was dead. My mom shot him. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to say. I opened my mouth, worked my jaw, but nothing came out. What could I say? What should I do? My dad was dead. The bastard was dead.

A ragged sob came over the speakers of my Mustang, my phone synced up to the car stereo via bluetooth. “Mark, I don’t know what to do,” sobbed my mom over the phone. There was a muffled banging and shouts in the background. “The police are here, Mark. I…I got to.”

“Wait, mom!” I shouted hoarsely, finally finding my voice but the line was dead.

Mary reached over and hugged me tight. “I’m so sorry, Mark,” she whispered.

“I’m fine,” I muttered. I had felt nothing when mom said dad was dead. Hearing the shouts, the bangs, fear was gripping my heart, now. My mom, my sweet, patient, saint of a mom was in trouble. She’s never done a wrong thing in her life. Dad probably had it coming. He used to beat my mom all the time when I was a kid. Fuck, he’d beat me, too. God, I should have done something to my dad, earlier. Why didn’t I?

Fuck, I was going to tell him off tomorrow, when my parents came over for dinner. I was going to make him feel as powerless and helpless as I had. He was going to suffer, to crawl and grovel at my feet. He was going to pay for all the beatings he gave me. All the bruises he gave my mom. And now he was dead. And my mom was in trouble.

“Let’s go,” Mary said, calmly. “Put your cock away, and lets go help you mom.”

I pulled out my Nextel, pushed the call button. The Nextel chirped, connecting me to the network. “Master to 23,” I calmly said, holding the Nextel a few inches form my mouth.

“23,” a female voice answered back. 23 was one of our twelve cops I turned into bodyguards today. 24 and her were our guards this evening, sitting in a cop car just a few parking spots down from us.

“We’re going to 1414 S. Alaska St, in Parkland,” I said. “It’s an emergency. We’ll follow you.”

“10-4, 23 out.”

We raced behind the DuPont Cruiser. 23 had the sirens and lights blaring, weaving through traffic as I tailgated her. We got on 512, flying west towards Parkland. In no time we were exiting onto Steele St at the Parkland-Lakewood boundary, turning left and in two minutes we were pulling up at my parents house.

Four Pierce County Sheriffs and a Lakewood patrol car were on the scene, along with a Medic One ambulance. Neighbors were milling about. The only one I recognized was Betty Cooley. She was my age and lived a few houses down when we were kids. Concern painted her light, mocha-skinned face. She was half Black and half White, and had vivid, blue eyes. I vaguely remembered my mom mentioning she had to move back in with her parents a few years ago. The memory of the time I asked her out some school dance was flashing in my mind. The one time I worked up the courage to do so and after she laughed in my face, I never had the courage to ask another girl out.

I wasn’t sure why I was thinking about all of this. I had bigger things to worry about then some stupid high school crush. My dad was dead. My mom killed him. Betty Cooley hardly mattered at all. She still looked pretty, thin and with that beautiful skin. If I didn’t have bigger problems I probably would bend her over the car and fuck her raw while she ate out Mary’s cunt.

“It’s alright,” Mary whispered, touching my arm. “We’ll face it together.”

I don’t remember what I said to the cops outside to get us into the house. I was like a robot, not in control of my body, as I walked up to the door. Inside my dad was dead. My mom killed him. That was all that rattled about in my head. I gripped the brass handle of the door knob. My dad installed this handle when I was seven or eight. I helped him out, handing him his tools. He told me I was good son and ruffled my hair with his hand. Mary reached out and placed her hand over mine.

“We’ll face it together,” she whispered. God, she was the best. I pushed down on the handle and the door opened.

Inside, my mom was handcuffed, sitting on the couch, sobbing softly. Two Sheriff Deputies were talking to her. Her brunette hair was a mess, tousled and tangled like she just woke up. But it was nearly eight o’clock at night. She wouldn’t have gone to bed that earlier. But then why is she wearing her pink, frayed housecoat? Her beautiful face was puffy from her tears, her eyes bloodshot.

“Take off the handcuffs,” I barked at the two deputies. “It was clearly self defense and that’s how you’ll right it up in your reports. My dad was abusive and my mom had to defend herself.”

One of the deputies started uncuffing my mom, who blinked at me. “Mark,” she croaked. “I shot him in the back.”

“He was beating you, wasn’t he,” I asked.

“He…” she broke off. “I just had to stop him, Mark.”

“It was clearly self defense, mam,” one of the deputies said. “I think we have all we need. You’re free to go.” He handed her a card. “Here is the name of a grief counselor.”

“But…” my mom started to protest, confused by the sudden change of behavior of the cops, clutching the white card in her hands

“He deserved it,” I said, sitting down next to my mom and putting a comforting arm about her shoulders.

“No one deserves to die,” she muttered, miserably. “I…I just had to stop him.”

“From what, mom?” I asked, but she just sobbed again. The demon, Lilith, had told me that the only person my powers couldn’t work on were my mom and it looked like she was right. For Mary, it would be her father, if she had any powers that worked on a man, that is. “Okay, mom, you don’t have to tell me.”

“You don’t hate me, do you, Mark?” she whispered, plaintively.

“No, mom,” I said, hugging her tighter. “I could never hate you, mom. Dad was a bastard, anyways. He deserved it. And now you’re free of him. Free to be happy, to not live in fear.”

“I don’t deserve to be happy,” she bitterly whispered.

My mom sniffed, then noticed Mary in her purple blouse trimmed in white and her short jean skirt. My mom’s eyes lighted up with emotion for the first time as she looked Mary up and down. My powers may not work on my mom, but Mary’s did. When Mary and my mom had spoken on the phone a few days ago, my mom had gotten so horny we were pretty sure she was masturbating as Mary described herself.

“You must be Mary,” my mom said, giving her a wan smile. “I’m sorry we couldn’t meet under better circumstances.”

“It’s okay, Sandy,” Mary said and bent down and hugged my mother and kissed her lightly on the cheek. “We’re going to take you home, okay. Things will get better, okay.”

“I…I guess you’re right,” my mom said, looking around at a loss. “I don’t think I can stay here.”

No one objected as we led my mom out of the house. My dad was dead in the hallway leading to the bedrooms and the crime scene guys were going over it. None of us wanted to go back to her bedroom to get her some clothes, so my mom walked out only in her housecoat. I was starting to think that my mom was naked underneath there. And why was dad home on a Saturday evening. That’s his poker night. I glanced at my mom, a sudden thought flashed through my mind. Was she having an affair? No, that couldn’t be. She went to church twice every Sunday and on Wednesday evenings. I had begged my mom to leave dad for years and she said she loved him, that Christians shouldn’t get divorced.

“Mrs. Glassner, I hope you are okay,” Betty said, coming over and hugging my mom.

“Its fine,” I told her. “My dad was being abusive and my mom had to defend herself.”

“Oh,” Betty said, looking confused. “And that’s what the police think?”

“Of course, that’s what happened,” I said.

“Right,” she said. “Call me if you need anything, Mrs. Glassner.”

“I will, sweetie,” my mom said, fondly. “I…I’ll call in a few days.”

“Sure,” Betty said. “You take care, okay.”

“You too, Betty,” replied mom, squeezing her hand.

That nagging thought that my mom was having an affair wouldn’t go away. I noticed that she had lipstick on, smudged, and mascara ran down her face from her tears. Why would she have makeup on if she was just hanging out in the house on a Saturday night. I wondered who she could be having an affair with. It was mindboggling. My mom was so straitlaced, I just couldn’t believe that she’d cheat on my dad. Not that I’d blame her, my dad was an asshole.

I pulled out my cell phone and called the house. “Glassner residence,” a bored Allison answered. Allison was one of our sex slaves, our first actually, a sexy teenage nympho.

“Get all the sluts out of the house,” I ordered. “Go next door.”

“Yes, Master,” Allison quickly answered. “Is everything all right, we heard from the bodyguards that something wrong?”

“Just clear the house,” I ordered, suddenly angry. I wasn’t even sure what I was angry about.

“Sorry for questioning you, Master,” Allison apologized. “The house will be emptied.”

I hung up and saw Mary was helping my mom into the back seat of the Mustang. My mom sat in the back, quiet. Her face was blank, her eyes dead, as she stared down at her open hands. 23 followed in her patrol car as we headed home. The entire drive was filled with uncomfortable silence. Mary kept opening her mouth, wanting to say something, but just couldn’t seem to find the words, and would close her lips.

“Should we order a pizza, or something?” Mary asked as we pulled into the driveway. “I mean…” she trailed off. Her stomach gave a guilty rumble and she flushed.

We had been on our way to dinner when my mom called and I shrugged. “I guess. And a bottle of wine or three.” Then I caught Mary’s hand and kissed her palm. “I love you,” I whispered. “We’ll go out to dinner Monday night, okay.”

“Oh, it’s alright,” Mary said with a shrug.

“We have to go to Seattle anyways,” I said. “To buy the land.” We were planning on building a mansion on the giant, empty lot behind our house. It was supposed to be a housing development before the housing bubble burst. It had a magnificent view of Mount Rainier.

“Sure,” Mary said, smiling.

Mary led my mom up into the house. She seemed lost, not aware of her surroundings. I found a bottle of red wine, probably a good vintage. Brandon Fitzsimmons, the original owner of the house, seemed to have good taste in wines. I took his house and made his wife, Desiree, our sex slave. Brandon, however, seemed to be fighting back against my orders. He sent the FBI to raid my house on Thursday. I would need to track him down.

I called Pizza Hut and ordered a couple of pizzas, meat lover for me and a half Hawaiian (for Mary) and half Veggie Lover (for my mom). I gave them Brandon’s credit card to pay for the order. While I had a lot of money in the basements from my bank robberies, it amused me to make Brandon pay for things.

“I’m sorry, sir, the card came back declined,” the bored teenager on the line said. I guess Brandon finally canceled his cards.

“Cash then,” I said and hung up.

Mary had my mom seated on the couch and I handed mom a wine glass. She stared at it for a moment and then downed it in a single gulp. My mom wasn’t one for drinking. Maybe a glass of wine when she saw my aunts once a year, at most. I poured her a second and she sipped it.

Mary was sitting next to her, a supporting arm around my mom. I sat down on the other side and took my mom’s hand, squeezing it. “It’s okay,” I told her. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

She looked up at me and I saw some life in her dead eyes. “I killed him, Mark. I shot him in the back. How’s that going to be okay.”

“Why, mom? Why did you shot him?” I asked, squeezing her hand. “I’ll still love you, no matter why. Even if he wasn’t trying to hurt you. He was a bastard.”

“He was,” she whispered. “I…I was…” her voice quivered. “I…I…”

“You were with someone else,” I said, carefully. Part of me hoped it wasn’t true. My mom couldn’t be having an affair. She was too nice, too wholesome, to do something as sordid as that.

“Yes,” she said. “I…I had been seeing someone for a few years.”

Her confusion rocked my foundations. My mother was so straitlaced. So good and proper. To find out she’d been having an affair, for years, was so surprising. My mom refused to leave my dad. She loved him, she was a good Christian, all the excuses she gave, and then to find out she was cheating on him. Wow.

I studied my mother. At forty-three she had a great body. She was short, petite. She had always exercised everyday, keeping in shape, and it paid off. Her figure was as fit as any twenty year old. Her face had transformed from her pretty and youthful face she had when I was a child into the mature and beautiful face she had now, only slightly marred by a few wrinkles.

“You don’t hate me, do yo Mark?” my mom asked. “B-because I’m a ch-cheating whore.” She started sobbing again.

I brushed a strand of brown hair from her face. “It’s okay. You’re not a cheating whore,” I told her. “Dad was pig. He didn’t deserve you. You deserved some happiness, mom. So he caught you and your…uh…boyfriend?”

My mom wiped at her tears, an almost grateful smile on her face, for a moment. “Yeah, my b-boyfriend,” she nodded, flushing, the almost smile gone. “We were in bed. He was supposed to be playing poker all night with his friends. He was so angry when he caught us. My lover fled and I locked myself in the bathroom. He pounded on the door and then he said something about teaching a lesson. I thought he was going after…after my lover. So, I left the bathroom, grabbed the shotgun in the closet and shot him in the back as he stumbled down the hallway.”

“So it was self-defense,” I said. “Or at least, you stopped him from hurting someone. So don’t feel guilty.”

“Was he going to hurt my lover?” my mom asked, desperately. “What if he was just storming off, disgusted with me. There was so much pain in his eyes when he saw us. I never wanted to hurt him. I was just lonely…and my lover was there for me. And I just panicked.” She started sobbing and in embraced her and held her as she sobbed incoherently.

Mary paid for the pizza when it arrived, and it sat on the coffee table, growing colder and colder, as I held my mother. Mary was crying, as well, tears running down her face as she watched us. Finally, my mom’s sobs decreased into tiny hiccups and then she pushed away from me and wiped at her tears.

She saw the pizzas. “It’s okay, if you want eat,” she said. “I…I…” She took another sip of her wine. “He was going to do something,” she whispered to herself, trying to convince herself that she was right to shoot him. She took another sip of wine. “He was a bastard. He’s never going to hurt me again.”

I squeezed her hand. “I love you, mom,” I told her.

“Thank you, Mark.” She ruffled my hair, a tremulous smile on her face. “You always were a good boy.”

The pizza was cold, but I was starving, so I didn’t care. My mom nibbled at a slice, and looked at Mary. “That’s a lovely top, dear,” she said, stroking the fabric of Mary’s blouse. “I like the feel of it.”

“Thank you, Sandy,” Mary replied, smiling flirtily. “I like the color of your robe.”

“This old thing,” my mom dismissed with a flush. “You are quite beautiful, Mark’s a lucky guy. I hope he treats you right.”

“Oh, he does, Sandy,” Mary said, archly. “I have no complaints.”

“Good,” Sandy said. “A pretty little thing like you deserves to be treated right. I enjoyed talking to you on the phone the other day. It was so stimulating.”

I bet it was stimulating, mom, I thought with a smile. Mary’s had made a wish with the Devil to have all women desire her, and it worked over the phone, apparently. My mom had gotten so horny talking to Mary, she started masturbating. It had been hot, realizing my mom was masturbating while on speaker phone with me and my fiancee.

“I enjoyed it too,” Mary said with a wicked smile. Mary had started rubbing her cunt when she had realized what my mom had been doing. “It was a very pleasurable conversation. I couldn’t wait for you to come over. I hope you can come over and over…to our house.”

“Hmm, I would love to come again,” my mom purred. “I want to know every thing about you, cutie.”

My mom hugged my fiancee, rubbing her body against her. Mary smiled and hugged her back, stroking her back. My mom was nuzzling at her neck, whispering, “You smell so lovely.”

Mary smiled happily and when they broke the hug, my mom’s nipples could be seen pressing hard against her housecoat. Mary made eye contact with me and motioned for me to leave. To make my sex slaves immune to a nuns control, I needed to fuck my mom and have the slave drink our combined cum from her pussy. The only problem was, my powers didn’t work on my mom.

Luckily, Mary’s did. We planned on having Mary seduce my mother tomorrow night when she came over for dinner. Once Mary got her in bed and horny, she’d convince my mom to fuck me. With her wish, Mary could get any woman to do any sex act, no matter how depraved. I just needed to give them some privacy and let Mary do her thing.

“Shit,” I said, pulling out my phone. My mom jumped, seemingly forgetting that I was there and flushing in embarrassment. “There’s an emergency at my rental property,” I lied.

“You have a rental property,” my mom asked, surprised.

“I invested in real estate with some of my poker winnings,” I lied. I was telling our families I won money in a poker tournament. “There’s a burst pipe. I got to take care of this. I’m really sorry.”

“Oh, okay,” my mom said, then placed her hand on Mary’s thigh, rubbing it. “I’m sure Mary and I will find something pleasant to do.”

“I’m sure we will, Sandy,” Mary said with a throaty laugh.

My cock was painfully hard as I walked out of the living room. Outside, red-head 09, the bodyguard watching the house, leaned against her Milton Police Department patrol car. She had a nice pair of tits that filled out her half open blouse. Her legs looked beautiful, clad in thigh-high, black boots and barely covered by her short skirt. Leaning against the car, you could almost see her pussy, and her parted thighs looked so inviting.

“I’m sorry to hear about your father, sir,” 09 consoled.

I wasn’t. “He was a bastard,” I spat and walked up to her. My cock needed relief and 09 would be wet and willing for me.

She smiled when I unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock, spreading her legs wider. “Hmm, let me make you feel all better,” she purred, lifting up her skirt to expose her fiery-red bush.

I shoved up against her and thrust into her cunt, angrily. I fucked her hard, pounding her dirty cunt. Anger was boiling through me. The bastard went and died before I could tell him how I felt. “You are a fucking asshole!” I shouted at my dad as I fucked 09, my eyes squeezed shut. “You’re a worm. A goddamn coward who could only feel like a big man when beating his tiny wife or his kid! And now you are fucking dead! Too scared to face your son grown as a man! To afraid of what I’d do to you.” I wasn’t making sense, a tiny part of me realized, just ranting. Letting all the anger and hurt pour out of me as I pounded 09’s cunt. “I wanted to crush you. To strangle you. To feel your life pulse beneath my fingers!”

I could feel it, I realized, that frantic pulse of life in my hands. The beating of a heart as blood pumped through tiny arteries. That flutter of life being slowly squeezed out. I fucked faster and harder at 09. I squeezed harder and tighter at my dad’s throat. I had to kill him. Why didn’t I do it earlier. Why didn’t I confront my father sooner. Then my mom wouldn’t be wracked by the guilt of doing it herself. I had the power. For a week, I could have marched in and protected my mom. But I left her, abandon her to my dad while I enjoyed myself. Why didn’t I step in sooner.

Because you’re the coward, a voice whispered back. You’re still that cowardly little boy, deep inside, scared of your father.

The cunt I was in spasmed hard on my cock as the slut came, milking my cock for my seed. I exploded. My cum out of my cock, painting the sluts insides with sticky cum, and my emotions out of my soul, as tears poured out my eyes, running wet down my cheeks..

I was the coward. It was my fault. Sobs were rocking my body. I could have stopped all this, but I was still scared of my dad. I was still that little boy, deep inside. I looked at 09 through blurry eyes, her face purple as she struggled to breath. My hands were at her throat, squeezing her. When did that happen?

I let go and stumbled back. 09 fell to her knees, coughing, struggling to breathe. Guilt and shame burned inside me. What was happening? I could of killed her. I cried into my hands. My dad was dead. My dad was dead and I would never get to see him again. I don’t even remember the last time I saw him, or what he said to me. My emotions were all mixed up, anger, hatred, love, grief.

A woman hugged me, her red hair silk against my face. “Shh, it’s okay,” 09 cooed, her voice raspy. Even after I strangled her, she still loved me. What choice did she have, I made her love me.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered to her. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“It’s okay, sir,” she whispered. “It was so exciting. I came so hard when you were choking me. You could do it again, if you want.” I had heard being strangled makes sex more intense. I guess it was true. “I’m yours to do with as you please, sir.”

“No, forget that it happened,” I told her. “We just had regular sex.”

“Thank you for fucking me, sir,” she said, wiping at my tears. “I’m glad my slutty cunt satisfied you, sir.”

“Yeah, it did,” I said, standing up. I breathed in deeply, regaining control of my emotions. Dad was dead. I had arrangements to make.

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The ringing phone woke me up.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. It was two in the morning. After last night I needed to get some sleep. Antsy and I had taken this guy back to our motel room from some bar to fuck. I figured, let a guy get Antsy all hot and bothered and then I could have an easy time fucking her so I could perform the Prayer of Avvah on her.

It worked.

And while Travis and Antsy both passed out after they came, they eventually woke up, horny, finding me masturbating away. I fucked Travis and then I went down on Antsy, licking up the sloppy mess Travis left in her cunt. I was looking forward to her going down on me. She had a tongue piercing and I always heard that it made cunnilingus feel so much better. But Antsy had sobered up to much and would just finger me.

So when Antsy wanted to go out, I pleaded exhaustion. I may look eighteen, but I was feeling all of my forty-four years. So I crawled into bed and fell asleep. And I was enjoying that sleep before the phone rang.

“Sorry,” Antsy said. She was walking across the room. The bathroom light was on and I could see that her clothes were mused. She’s just been fucked, I realized. Antsy came to Miami to party and she had been thoroughly enjoying herself. “It’s my stupid brother. Ugg, I don’t want to talk to him.”

Her finger was moving to hang up. “Wait!” I shouted. I needed her to get together with her brother. This seemed so wrong, I was supposed to stop Warlocks, not serve people up to them. But, Ramiel said this was the only way. I just needed to have faith in God’s plan.

“What?” Antsy asked, her finger stopped above the phone.

“It’s late,” I said, trying to think of a reason to get her to answer the phone. “It…it…must be important.”

“I guess,” Antsy said, rolling her eyes. “Hey bro.” A look of stunned disbelief crossed Antsy’s face. And then, in the quavering voice of a little girl, she whispered, “He’s dead?”

Her legs seemed to give out underneath her and she stumbled, sitting heavily on the bed. Her eyes were wide with pain, a tear started trickling down her cheek. She saw me looking at her and she turned away, trying to hide as her brother talked to her. I watched her aura go from silver to black. Her brother gave her a command, exerting control over her. It wasn’t much control, his hold wouldn’t last long. Odds are, she’d have done it without him controlling her. Her aura would be silver by tomorrow afternoon, I judge.

“I’ll be on the plane,” Antsy said. “Tomorrow morning at 7:55 AM, American Airlines,” Antsy was repeating into the phone. “Mark, how’s mom.” She paused, listening. “Okay, okay, we’ll talk when I get in.” Another pause. “I love you, too Mark.” And then she hung up.

“My daddy’s dead,” Antsy said in her quivering, little girl’s voice. Her face contorted in pain and then the sobs overtook her. I held the girl to my chest and rocked her gently as she sobbed her heart out.

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“Shit,” Mark said, and I jumped.

I was so enchanted by my son’s fiancee, I forgot Mark was sitting next to me. What was wrong with me. Ever since Betty, I was starting to wonder if I was a lesbian. And here I was panting after my future daughter-in-law. The fact I just killed my abusive husband barely register in my mind. All that seemed to matter was Mary and her beautiful, wicked smile. “There’s an emergency at my rental property,” Mark said.

“You have a rental property,” I asked, confused. He was a vacuum-cleaner salesman. Since when did he own a rental property.

“I invested in real estate with some of my poker winnings,” Mark answered. He did mention that in the phone call. Those darn FBI agents almost had me believing my good boy was a bank robber and a rapist. My eyes were drawn back Mary. She had the deepest, green eyes that twinkled naughtily. Get a hold of yourself, Sandy. But she’s just so desirable. I wanted to kiss her lips so badly. “There’s a burst pipe. I got to take care of this. I’m really sorry,” Mark finished.

“Oh, okay,” I absently said, staring into Mary’s eyes. I felt something warm on my hand and realized I was rubbing Mary’s beautiful thigh. Her jean skirt was so short, so inviting. This was just like when I talked to Mary on the phone. I couldn’t believe that I started masturbating. “I’m sure Mary and I will find something pleasant to do.” Why did I say that. I needed to take a cold shower. I needed to get out of this itchy housecoat and show Mary my body.

“I’m sure we will, Sandy,” Mary said with a throaty laugh. Was she flirting back.

How did this happen to me. I must be a lesbian. When I started the affair with Betty a few year ago, I thought it was just a fluke. David may have always been an abusive prick, but he was a passionate lover. And I enjoyed our lovemaking. But his drinking had grown so much, he had trouble getting erect anymore. I had gotten so horny and then Betty showed back up.

She was so beautiful, with that mocha-cream skin and her enchanting, blue eyes. It was so exotic. Her father was half-black himself, and her mom was a Norwegian beauty, and the combination produced a stunningly beautiful girl. And that day that I realized Betty was flirting with me, it had been months since I had been with David. I was so lustful, masturbation wasn’t cutting it anymore. I had even considered taking a lover, but I just couldn’t bring myself to break my marriage vows. But she was a woman. It wasn’t really cheating. I didn’t even think I was a lesbian, afterwards. It was pleasant, not as good as a man, but fun. And I felt I had kept my vows.

It’s only sex if a man’s penis goes up your vagina. President Clinton had said. So, you couldn’t really have sex with a woman. Therefore it was just fun, not adultery. Maybe homosexuality is a sin, but I wasn’t an adulteress. That’s how what I told myself. Mark and Samantha always wanted me to leave David, but I swore a vow before god. Until death I swore, and that’s how it ended. I could still feel the shotgun in my hands, how hard I had to squeeze the trigger, the roar it made and how much it hurt when the stock bucked into my shoulder.

Mary’s enchanting presence was drowning out the guilt over killing David. When I shot him, I was sure he was going to go kill Betty. The sweet girl had fled when David caught us in bed and this mad thought entered my mind that he was going to hurt her. I couldn’t let him do that. And…and it was easy. He had treated me so badly, I didn’t even hesitate.

“What should we do?” Mary asked, scooting a little closer. Her flowery perfume was filling my nose, an intoxicating fragrance.

I found myself sliding my hand higher up her thigh, nearing that short, enticing skirt and what was hiding underneath. I was such a horrible mother, thinking about seducing my son’s fiancee. But that didn’t stop me from sliding my hand higher and higher. Her thigh was silky smooth and warm.

“I would like to get to know my future daughter-in-law better,” I husked, like wanton trollop. You are a good, god-fearing woman so why are you doing this. Betty was bad enough, but she’s almost your daughter.

Is that why I’m so wet? I wondered. She’s the same age as Samantha. No, that couldn’t be it. Mary and Samantha were so different. Samantha had raven black hair, not the enticing auburn of Mary, nor did she have Mary’s enchanting green eyes. Our her delicious lips.

It took me a moment to realize that I had leaned over and captured those red lips with my own, hungrily nibbling at her lower lip. Oh no, I thought with dismay, she’s going to think her future mother-in-law some sort of lesbian hussy. But she’s kissing me back, I realized with delight. My son’s fiancee was kissing me, her tongue lightly pressing against my lips and I let her in.

Her hands unknotted my housecoat and the scratchy fabric was off my hard nipples. This was so wrong. How could I do this to Mark. He was my good boy. How could I betray him like this. How could Mary betray him. For a moment anger surged in me. How could this hussy allow her fiancee’s mother seduce her. She’s not even putting up a fight. She’s into it.

And then her hand was touching my hard nipple, her fingers deft and gentle as they rolled the hard nub and all resistance fled me. I was a lesbian. I was a slave to my desires. And I desired Mary so much. Eternity seemed to pass as we kissed on the couch, her hands exploring my body. She touched me everywhere, my face, my throat, my stomach, my thighs. My wet vagina. My achingly wet and naughty vagina.

No, I realized. It was a hungry, lesbian pussy and I shuddered on Mary’s finger when she slipped inside my hungry hole. Mary’s thumb rubbed my clit in small circles, coaxing an orgasm out of me. I gasped into her mouth, wrestling with her tongue, as she fingered me slowly and gently, until I could take the pleasure no more.

“I need to taste you,” I panted as Mary sucked her fingers clean of my pussy, savoring the taste of my pussy.

Mary stood and let me naked up the stairs to a bedroom. I was going to make love to this beautiful creature in the very bed she shared with my son. That thought sent a naughty thrill through my body. Mary pushed me back onto the bed and my breath caught as she pulled off her blouse and wiggled out of her jean skirt.

She was naked underneath. The most beautiful woman I could ever imagine. Her breasts were small, perky, and covered with freckles. Her nipples were hard and dusky. Her pussy was shaved bare save for a small heart of fiery hair, and her slit was tight, like a young girls. She looked so innocent until I saw her eyes and the hunger there.

I wanted to taste her but she beat me to it, diving into my bushy brown pubes, matted with my arousal. Her tongue licked through the hair and I shuddered, arching my back. I grabbed my nipple, pinching it hard as I enjoyed Mary’s tongue. Her tongue licked around my labia, teased my clit, and probed my hole. Everywhere she touched tingled with electricity. A growing charge that spread wonderfully through my body.

“Umm, eat my pussy,” I heard myself moan. “Yes, yes, eat me! You are making me cum, sweet Mary! Yes, yes! Keep doing what you are doing! Oh, wow! Wow!”

I was gripping the sheet in iron fingers as I writhed on the bed. Her tongue was flicking at my clit while two fingers slid up inside me, rapidly fucking in and out of my naughty hole. My muscles spasmed as my orgasm shot through my body.

“Yes, yes!” I cried as the electricity crackled through me. “Oh, fuck yes!” I was moaning so wantonly, like the lesbian whore I had become. “Umm, let me taste myself,” I purred, pulling on Mary’s auburn hair.

Mary crawled up my body, her face sticky with my cum. Her breasts dragged across my flat stomach, only slightly marred with a few stretch marks from my pregnancies. Our nipples kissed as our lips kissed and I could taste the tart and spicy flavor of my passion on her lips. Oh God, I had to taste her.

She sense my desire, too, because she kept on crawling, until her pussy hovered above my lips, wet and tight, her vulva was flushed with desire and completely bare. She tasted sweet and spicy and so delicious. She moaned above me, settling her weight down on my face, beginning to grind on my lips as I drank her ambrosia.

Her clit was a hard little pea that my tongue delighted in playing with, flicking back and forth and bringing such wicked moans from Mary. My hands gripped her plump ass, enjoying the feel of her flesh between my fingers as I kneaded her cheeks. I stopped playing with her clit and moved my lips lower, sucking at her tight slit, parting the crease with my tongue and feeling the wrinkled lips of her labia and then I found her wet hole and I shoved my tongue up inside her. I made my tongue as rigid as I could and fucked it inside her.

“Mmhh, Sandy, you’re tongue is amazing,” Mary purred.

A delighted gasp escaped her lips as my finger started teasing her asshole, feeling the puckered ring beneath my finger. David used to enjoy anal sex, and I grew to enjoy it as well. It was so much fun introducing Betty to it. I had used a carrot and reamed her ass then washed it and feeling wicked, used that very carrot in a stew I fed my husband.

Mary gasped as my finger pressed passed the tight ring and into her hot ass. My tongue was wiggling up her pussy as my finger wiggled up her ass. Her hips were twitching from side to side as pleasure washed through her. I started fucking the finger faster and faster in her ass and captured her clit with my lips, sucking on the pearl.

“Fuck yes!” Mary cursed. “Eat my cunt, oh fuck yes! You’re so good! Mhh, I’m gonna cream your face! Yes, yes, oh fucking yes! Here it cums, Sandy! Here comes my girl-cum!”

I felt her ass clench on my finger as her orgasm exploded through her. Fresh juices flooded my mouth and I eagerly drank them as I felt Mary writhe on my lips. A second orgasm rolled through her as I kept sucking her clit and fingering her ass. Her hips were writhing in circles upon my face as her third orgasm crashed through her and then she fell to the side, panting.

“Holy shit,” she moaned, turning about to snuggle up against me. “Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?”

“I…I…” started to say, but I just couldn’t bring myself to tell her about my lesbian affair. I was too ashamed of it.

“Was it Betty?” Mary perceptively asked. “Was that who your husband caught you with?”

“Yes,” I answered and the guilt and grief and shame was there and I suddenly was sobbing and Mary was hugging me, her perky breasts pressed up against me. “He was going to hurt her,” I cried. “I couldn’t let him. She was so innocent. He should have just beat me like he always did. But not her.”

“Shhh,” Mary soothed. “It’s okay. He’ll never hurt anyone. Mark told me about him. He was an asshole. Don’t waste your grief on him, okay.”

I sniffed. That was easy to say. If only life was that simple. I had loved him, once. Part of me never stopped loving him. The foolish girl in me that thought he would change. One day he would stop drinking and be the man that I fell in love with. The bitter woman in me hated him, hated the way he drank, the way he’d hit me. Hit my children.

Mary’s hand was stroking my face and I felt desire rushing through me as her lips brushed mine.

“Just put that aside for tonight,” Mary whispered. “You can grieve tomorrow. Tonight is about love.” Mary grabbed her phone and started texting. “Just checking up on Mark,” Mary said and the guilt hit me. This was my son’s fiancee.

“Oh god,” I moaned. “What have I done.”

“You needed comforting,” Mary answered, setting her phone aside. She bent down and nibbled on my nipple.

“What have you done to me,” I whispered as my blood started to boil. “I’ve never felt like this before. Never.” Her eyes were so bewitching. “You are so enchanting, so enticing.”

“I put a spell on you,” Mary answered wickedly. “You’re putty in my hands, aren’t you. You’d do any depraved, nasty sex act I told you to.”

I wanted to say no. “Yes,” I answered. “God help me, but I would.”

Mary’s smile was so wicked as she licked up to my neck. There were footsteps coming up the stairs, echoing though the house. Panic set in. Mark was back. He was going to find me in bed with his fiancee. He’s going to hate me, look at me in disgust, just like David did. He looks too much like his father. I can’t take that, not again.

Mary’s tongue nibbled at my ear as the door opened. I wanted to yank up the sheets, to hide my nakedness from my son. Mary’s tongue was so wet on my ear, so pleasurable, that I could do nothing but let her lick me, to caress me. I could see Mark silhouetted in the doorway. Please, just go away. Don’t see me like this! I’m such a horrible mother.

“I want you to fuck your son,” Mary whispered. “He needs you. We need you!”

My legs were spreading open as Mark entered the room. He was naked, his body almost lean, just some pudginess remaining. He’s lost weight, I realized. He’s looking fitter than he ever has. His cock was hard and swayed as he walked. My precious boy was hard for me. I could feel moisture leaking out my pussy.

This is so wrong, I thought. But the ache in my pussy drowned out that voice.

“My boy’s grown up,” I purred. God, how did I become such a wanton hussy?

“We need your help,” Mary whispered. “To cast a spell. To protect our servants from our enemy.”

“Yes, let mommy help,” I moaned. I didn’t know what Mary was talking about, but how could I say no to my son. Mary was right, I would do anything she asked, no matter how depraved. And nothing was more depraved then a mother fucking her son. And his cock was so hard, trembling with every beat of his heart, aching to release his cum inside me.

How could I say no? I couldn’t.

Mark was climbing onto the bed, climbing on top of me. I was open and ready for him. My arms reached around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips were strong and manly, capturing my lips with a forceful kiss, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth. His weight was atop me and my legs wrapped around his hips. This was so wrong, so wicked, my pussy burned in anticipation. His cock bumped at the entrance of my pussy and I reached down and guided him back inside me.

“Yes,” I moaned as he entered me. “My son’s grown so big! And now you are back inside me! Show mommy what you know! Yes, yes! Fuck me!”

“You’re so wet,” he moaned in my ear. “You feel so good!”

His cock was plunging in and out of me. In and out, so amazing. “My sweet boy,” I whispered in his ear. “You are back inside me! My big son!”

He felt so amazing and I felt relief; I wasn’t a lesbian. This felt too good for me to be gay. A strange relief swept over me. I was bi, certainly, but not gay. I rose up to met his thrusts, grinding my clit against his pubic bone, my nipples rubbing on his hairy chest.

“This is so hot,” Mary whispered into my ear as I clawed my son’s back. I turned my head and she kissed me and Mark’s lips were there and somehow we were all kissing each other, tongues touching, exploring each other’s lips. Sharing and enjoying each other’s passions.

Mark was fucking me hard, the bed shaking with the force of his thrusts. “This is so fucking exciting,” he moaned. “I’m inside my mom. I used to jerk off to you, did you know that.”

“No,” I panted, feeling incredibly sexy. “All the girls you could have jerked off to, you chose me?”

“Yes,” he grunted. “You were so beautiful when I was young. You still are, mom.”

His thrust came harder, more insistent. Then I could feel it, his seed spilling inside me. Inside the very womb that I made him in, where I carried him beneath my heart for nine months. My orgasm exploded through me, stars danced in my vision. God, I wasn’t on the pill. David had that Vasectomy years ago. Was my son going to make a baby inside me. A new life? Proof of our new, incestuous love?

Mark rolled off me, a hand on my right thigh. Mary was on my left, her hand on the other thigh, keeping my legs spread open. “Don’t be scared,” Mary whispered. “We needed you for a spell.”

“What,” I panted and then I saw the girl enter the room.

She had bubblegum pink hair, was maybe seventeen, and naked. Her small breasts were pierced by silver barbells. Her pussy was shaved and there was a tattoo above her pussy. “Cum on in,” it read, an arrow pointing to her slit so there could be no confusion what the little slattern meant. The girl knelt down and I wanted to close my legs, but my son and his fiancee kept them open.

“Shh, this won’t hurt,” Mary said and kissed me.

The pink-haired girl licked my slit, tasting the mess I had made with my son. “Zimmah,” Mark whispered and I felt something, some energy, flow out of me into my son and this girl.

Mark shuddered and the girl gasped. “Oh, Master, I’m yours forever, aren’t I?” she asked, breathlessly.

“Forever, Allison” Mark answered and the pink-haired girl crawled up to him and kissed him on the lip.

A nut brown, big-breasted Latina woman crawled up next. Behind her I could see more naked women waiting. Just what was my son up to? I gasped in pleasure as the Latina licked at my slit and Mark whispered, “Zimmah,”. The energy flowed, Mark shuddered, and the Latina gasped.

There were tears in her eyes as she crawled up to Mark. “I’m yours forever,” she said and kissed him and then she was kneeling before Allison, the pink-haired girl.

“Allison, mi Sirenita,” she said, holding the girl’s hands. “Since Master claimed us, I have grown to love you deeply. You are so beautiful, innocent and whorish all at the same wonderful time.” She opened her hand, revealing a gold ring topped with a diamond. Little fish were carved on the ring. No, not fish, mermaids, their arms forming the mounting for the diamond. “Will you marry me?”

Allison glanced at Mark and he nodded. “Oh yes, Desiree,” she squealed and everyone was clapping as Desiree slipped the ring on her finger. “We’ll be together, forever,” Allison whispered, hugging her fiancee. “Forever Master and Mistress’s slaves.”

They kissed and Mary sighed next to me, rubbing a tear from her eyes. “Oh, that’s so beautiful.”

Their kisses became more passionate and then the Latina was kneeling down, spreading open Allison’s thighs, and dove into her shaved cunt with gusto. “Umm, my sweet Desiree,” Allison moaned, staring at the diamond ring on her finger as her fiancee ate out her cunt.

What was going on. Another girl, a doll-faced girl with beautiful, blue eyes crawled awkwardly between my legs. Her left arm was in a sling, a bandage covering her shoulder. She bent down and licked and Mark whispered the words. And on it went, girl after girl. When the eleventh girl, a cinnamon-skinned, Native American woman, licked my cunt, nothing happened.

“There’s no more sperm, Master,” she said, eyes wide with panic.

“It’s okay, Willow,” Mary soothed. “Mark and his mother can make more.”

I was eager to let Mark make more, I discovered. As weird as this entire situation was, I didn’t care so long as I could feel Mark’s cock inside me again. Mark lasted longer the second time and Mary sat on my face and I ate her pussy as my son fucked my pussy. Ten more girls licked my cunt and then I was empty of sperm. So, for the third time, I sat atop him, cowgirl style, and rode him passionately. Mary sat on his face and I made out with her as we rode my son.

Finally, the last woman, the twelfth one dressed as a slutty cop, kissed Mark and walked out of the room. The original thirteen girls, the once who weren’t dressed like slutty cops, were scattered about the room or out on the small, private deck; some were kissing, others were making love, and a few just cuddled. Desiree and Allison sat out on the deck, making out on a love seat. A red-head was cuddling with the injured girl. The Muslim girl and the cinnamon-skinned girl were sixty-nining on the floor.

“What’s going on?” I finally asked my son. I was wrung out, emotionally, physically.

“Well mom, I have powers,” Mark said. “And so does Mary. And there are people out there that want to stop us. They think what we’re doing is wrong.”

“On Monday, one attacked us,” Mary said and she motioned to a curly haired teenager. She looked eighteen. “This is Karen. She took control of several of the girls and overpower Mark and I.”

“I was bad, then,” Karen said. “I didn’t know how kind and great Master and Mistress were. My actions caused Korina to be shot and Desiree to almost die.” There were tears in the young girls eyes. “Master and Mistress punished me and then forgave me and now I happily serve them.”

“More will come,” Mark said. “And now we’ve protected ourselves against their most potent weapon, thanks to you, mom.”

I gaped at my son. “This is to much,” I said. “I…I need some time.”

“Of course,” he said, disappointment painting his face. “Choose a girl and she’ll take you to a bedroom. You can let her stay, warm you bed. She’ll be quite willing.”

I swallowed they were all beautiful, and I didn’t really want to be alone. Not after what I did. My pussy ached as all these beautiful women looked eagerly at me, lust painted on their faces. God, I could see how Mark grew to like this. All these beautiful, naked women willing to do whatever you wanted to them.

“You are on TV,” I said, recognizing the caramel-skinned one.

“Yes,” she said, with a smile. “I’m Jessica St. Pierre, reporter for KIRO 7 News.”

“You always looked so beautiful on TV,” I told her. “Would you mind…”

“I’d be honored to,” Jessica purred. “You are the mother of Master. I’ll do whatever you want.” Her smile promised so much and I found myself being led away. This wouldn’t do, I thought, as led me into a bedroom and her mouth eagerly kissed me.

Jessica was pushing me back onto the bed. She smelled of cinnamon and jasmine. How was I supposed to think straight when this sexy minx was sucking at my breast? God help me, but I wanted one for myself, my very own slut. I could think later, I could grieve later, for now Jessica was lithe and wet and gasped sweetly as my finger slid into her cunt.

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I waited at the carousel for American Airlines flight 2269. It was supposed to be in at 1:35 PM, but it was already closer to three and still the plane hadn’t landed. I stiffed a yawn, and rubbed my eyes, staring up at the Arrival Board, hoping for a change in the status of Antsy’s plane. Nope, still delayed.

I didn’t sleep well last night. After my mom was taken away by Jessica, I tried to sleep but I was haunted by bad dreams. I was always looking for my dad and I always arrived too late. I would be terrified that I missed him and I would wake up in a cold sweat. Sometimes I would be crying, others I would be filled with such profound anger I wanted to pound my fists against something, anything.

Every time, Mary was there to hold me, to calm me down. She never complained, never even gave me a dirty look. All she gave me was compassion and understanding. In the morning, my mom looked just as haggard as I felt. She was sitting in the kitchen, chatting with the sluts, sipping a cup of coffee.

“I don’t understand how you got your powers,” she finally said after staring at me. “But, I think I understand why you do it.” A flush crept down her face, and she glanced at Jessica who sat listlessly, sipping her coffee. I wonder if she got any sleep at all. “It’s intoxicating, being in control.”

I nodded. “Especially if you haven’t been in control your entire life.”

And she nodded and thanked me. “I needed to go,” she finally said. “I have to think, but I understand.”

“Antsy flying in today, she’ll want to see you,” I told her.

“I’ll be at home,” mom answered.

“There’s a house available just down the street,” I had told her. “Quite a few, actually.”

“Maybe,” she said, tiredly. I had Desiree drive her home.

“I’m sorry, Alice,” Mary was speaking into her phone with her friend, Alice. I should say friend with benefits, since all they seemed to do is get together at a motel and have sex. I didn’t trust Alice. When I met her on Thursday, it was quite clear she was in love with Mary. “Listen, Mark’s dad died last night, okay. I needed to be here for him.” She paused, listening to Alice. “I know, we’ll get together soon, okay.”

Mary and I headed to the airport, arriving about twenty minutes before Antsy’s flight was supposed to arrive. 01 and 09 were our bodyguards, driving 01’s State Patrol car. And then we waited. And waited. Sitting on these fucking uncomfortable seats.

“Well, I guess not even you can make a flight be on time,” Mary had joked when I complained about how late the flight was.

I yawned a second time. I had been sitting on this plastic chair for far too long. I was too tired to even muster the energy to find a pretty girl and find a better way to pass the time. Or maybe that was just the excuse. My dad was dead and everything seemed a little less beautiful this morning. I barely was able to muster the energy to make love to Mary this morning. Mary was exhausted, too, dozing, her head on my lap.

“Hey, bro,” a woman said, shaking my shoulder.

I opened my eyes, blinking. I must have fallen asleep. Standing before me was Antsy, in a violet halter-top and a pair of skinny jeans. Her black hair fell loosely about her shoulders. She looked as tired as I felt, eyes baggy with exhaustion. She had a smile on her face, she was forcing herself to look happy.

“Who’s the hottie?” she asked in fake excitement. “Did you finally trick a girl into going out with you?”

Mary sat up, wiping drool off the side of her face. “This is Mary, my fiancee,” I said. “Mary this is annoying, little Antsy.”

Antsy smile turned genuine. “Wow, how good in the sack is my brother to snag you. You’re gorgeous.”

“Thanks,” Mary said, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. “He’s amazing in the sack.”

“So…” she started to say, her smile fading. “Dad’s dead?” she asked and then grief rippled across her face.

I was hugging her and my sister sobbed on my shoulder, her body trembling like a child in my arms. My shirt was wet with her tears as she cried into my chest. “H-how,” she finally said, looking up at me with tear-stained eyes. “You didn’t want to say, on the phone.”

“Mom shot him,” I said. “He was…you know.”

“Yeah,” she sighed, bitterly. “God, why didn’t she just leave him.”

I shrugged. “There’s more, she was with…someone when dad found her and…”

“Betty, right?” Antsy asked.

I blinked. “No, no, she was having an affair.”

Antsy nodded. “Yeah, with Betty.”

“What?” I gaped. My mom and Betty. I was flabbergasted. No wonder my mom took to flirting with Mary so easily.

Antsy told me all about how she caught the two of them. Antsy was just happy that mom had found somebody and urged her to leave dad. “Mom seemed ashamed of being gay,” Antsy explained. “You know mom, church twice a week.”

“Yeah,” I nodded.

We talked the whole drive. I didn’t remember the last time I saw my sister, her graduation from High School last year, I guess. And dad was around, so I left pretty quickly. We shared stories about dad, remembering the few good times we had with him. And as much as I hated him, I realized there was still a part of me that wanted to be that little boy, getting patted on the head by my dad and told what a good son I was.

“Where are we?” Antsy asked when I pulled into my driveway.

“Our home,” Mary answered.

“What’s up with the cop?” Antsy asked. 24 was parked in front of the house in her Bonny Lake patrol car.

“Our bodyguard,” I told her. “Don’t worry about it.”

Inside the house, Antsy gaped at the parade of naked and half-naked sluts. Violet walked up to her, naked, and hugged Antsy. “I’m so sorry about your dad,” Violet said.

Antsy stood frozen. “Mark, who are all these women? Are you a pimp?”

“These our sex slaves,” I said. “It’s perfectly normal to have sex slaves, right Antsy.”

The command sank in. “Oh, of course, bro. I’m just so jet-lagged.”

I led her upstairs. Mary stayed behind. I wanted to have my sister to myself, just like Mary wanted her sisters to herself at first when they came over last Friday. I took her into the bedroom, my cock was growing hard. I was about to fuck my kid sister. She was no longer the gangly youth that annoyed me. A beautiful woman had somehow grown from that bratty child. So lovely. A younger version of mom, with bigger breasts, I noticed appreciatively.

“You want to fuck me, don’t you, Antsy.”

“I do,” she whispered, flushing. “It’s so wrong, but I do.”

I pulled off my shirt and she eagerly pulled off her top. She wore a sheer, red bra underneath, her nipples dark shadows through the fabric. Her skinny jeans came off next, sliding off her slim thighs. Her panties were a matching, sheer red, the smooth lips of her cunt just visible through the fabric.

“What about your fiancee?” Antsy asked as her bra came off. Her breasts were large, round and perky.

“She’ll be joining us later,” I said.

Antsy smiled. “I don’t know what it is about her. I’m not a lesbian, but I’d be gay for her.”

“Mary has that affect on people,” I told her as my boxers came off. She licked her lips when she saw my hard cock and quickly shoved her panties off her hips and fell back onto the bed.

She spread her legs, wantonly, showing off her tight slit, wet and flushed. “God, I’m so horny for you, bro!”

I knelt between her legs, inhaled the tart and spicy flavor of her sex. I dug a tongue through her groove, delighting in her flavor. Her legs twitched as pleasure rolled through her. I gently spread her lips open, revealing the moist, pink flesh and started lapping at her cunt. I explored the wrinkled folds of her labia, the hard pearl of clitoris, and the velvety hole that led to her sweet depths.

“Wow, bro,” Antsy moaned. “You’re pretty good at giving head! Hmm, yeah, keep doing that. Fuck, I can’t believe how hot this is! Crap, I’m going to cum already!”

Her delicious juices flooded my mouth. I smeared some on my finger, rubbing it on my eyes. “Mowdah,” I muttered, casting the spell that would let me recognize a nun.

I looked up at my sister and could see a faint, black outline about her. Just like Mary described. According to Mary, most people had silver auras. All of our sex slaves had black, and I had a red aura. My sister’s aura was black. Maybe it was people under my power had black auras. I think Karen, the former nun, mentioned that once. Thralls had black auras and Warlocks red.

My cock was hard and I could figure this stuff out later. My sister was wet and ready to be fucked. Her eyes just shouted it as she started hungrily at my cock. So I crawled up her body, kissing her on the lips. Her tongue eagerly slid out to taster her juices on my lips. Her hands grasped my cock and guided me to her wet hole.

When I slid in intense energy seemed to flow between us. We both gasped and panted as orgasms rolled through our bodies. Stars swam before my eyes as my cum shot four massive blasts into my sisters cunt. Antsy moaned beneath me, her back arched, pressing her soft breasts against me.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered to Antsy as I started fucking her. She was the most beautiful, desirable women in the world. What woman could compare to the beauty of my sister.

“Oh, Mark,” she panted. “Hmm, when did you get so sexy.”

Her hips were bucking up to meet mine. I was fucking my sister, the most beautiful creature in the world. We were made for each other, I realized. Made by mom and dad to be perfect lovers. I didn’t need any other woman, just my sweet sister. Her sweet cunt. Her perfect tits. Her beautiful mouth as she gasped in pleasure beneath me.

I don’t know how long we fucked. But we tried every position: doggie, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, standing up, on our sides. I came in every hole she had: her sucking mouth, velvety cunt, and tight ass. We sixty-nined and I didn’t care her cunt was full of my cum, just that I was eating my sweet Antsy’s pussy.

When Mary walked in, naked, I remembered that she was supposed to join us. She had a drab body, small breasts, and her ass was too plump. Even her shaved pussy was wrong, too girlish and unappealing. And that heart she had shaped her pubic hair into. It was so pathetic. After I had Antsy, Mary was no longer beautiful. Hell, how did I ever find her beautiful. She pressed up against us, rubbing those ugly tits against us.

“Can you give us some privacy, Mary?” I asked. “We need to comfort each other.”

“Can’t I comfort you?” Mary asked, hurt in her eyes.

You love her, a voice whispered. Fight.

Fight what?

“No,” I told her, then I tried to try to take the hurt away from her eyes. “We just need some privacy.” Tell her you love her, the tiny voice whispered. You have to fight. “I…I…love you,” I managed to choke out.

“Okay,” Mary said, a tear trickling down her face. “I love you too.”

It felt good to be fucking my sister without Mary around to ruin the mood. So why did I hurt so much inside? Why did I feel like a piece of my soul was being torn away from me. But Antsy’s cunt felt too great, too amazing, to listen to that voice, to feel that pain.

To be continued…

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“My name is Jodie, I am the PA for a New York based business tycoon. We are in your city for a range of meetings and appearances.

“My female boss Ada is too old for conventional sex or intercourse any more. Though she does have a range of sexual preferences and fetishes that still turn her on for entertainment, usually with my help.”

When I arrive at their suite in the best hotel in town Jodie greets me simply dressed in high heels, a knee length white skirt and a black silk top.

Lily white skin, long brunette hair that hangs below her shoulders and a big sexy smile with very attractive facial features.

“One of her pet fetishes is watching a much younger, very well hung man masturbate for her. And she loves talking and offering advice and encouragement while it is happening,” she tells me as she leads me into the main room.

When I first see her boss it is easy to understand why she is too old for conventional sex or intercourse, though she still has a very sexy persona and presence as she speaks in a very commanding and stentorian voice as she looks me over while sitting in an oversize arm chair. She is dressed in killer heels and a black tight fitting leather slacks and matching top and it is easy to understand that she once had a killer body.

“Hello handsome boy. You do understand why you are here today? I want you to please some of my sexual fetishes. Size has always been important for me. I love a really well-hung man. And I love being teased by watching a really well-hung man masturbate for me, slowly.

“I have always had an almost insatiable sexual appetite. However, my internal plumbing gave out years ago, but not my sexual appetite. I still get a real buzz out of watching. If the man is really good I may show him one of my sexual fetishes.”

“I will help you get an erection for her,” Jodie tells me very understandingly with a timbre in her voice and a very big smile.

“I am wearing just three items, shoes, skirt and top. Which one would you like me to take off? Part of Ada’s turn on is looking at me in just two items.

“Leave your shoes on, and your top on, take your skirt off for me.”

She does with great aplomb and she looks sensational as she poses with her legs apart and her hands on her hips. A partly naked woman can often be far more attractive than a totally naked one.

Her top finishes just above her pubic hair and as she turns to pose for me her wonderful ass is completely naked below her top.

She is around forty-five, tallish, terrific long slender legs, trimmed pubic hair, a long strip, just a one inch wide by three inches long, and no hair at all on her cunt lips.

Watching a very attractive woman strutting around naked from the waist down is turning me on.

“Show us what you have for us,” Ada commands as Jodie starts undressing me.

“Love the little black knickers, and I can see you do have a big cock.”

Jodie has a huge smile and is obviously enjoying herself undressing me.

“Take your knickers off for us,” Ada tells me in demanding voice.

“I want Jodie to do it for me,” I smile back.

Jodie does ever so slowly and I can hear Ada gasp audibly as my cock and balls are now on show hanging out of my tiny crotch-less g-string, “Wow, that really is something, huge, fucking magnificent.

“Tease him with your fingers Jodie. Then when he is absolutely rock hard I want to feel that huge cock in my hands.”

Jodie does exactly what Ada told her to do. She has obviously teased cocks with her fingers many times previously and the feel of her fingertips on my erection while Ada watches has me rock hard.

Jodie still has her top and shoes on and is naked from the waist down to her shoes – a very exciting look for me while she is teasing my cock.

“Come here so I can feel your magnificent cock,” Ada instructs.

“I have small hands and can barely get my hand around that,” she teases as she alternates between teasing it and stroking it very hard.

“Now sit on that stool in front of me. You are here to masturbate for me and for my visual pleasure.

“Put some of that special oil that we purchased in Bangkok on his erection and see if he likes it Jodie.”

The oil feels wonderful as Jodie applies it to full length of my erection, softly at first then stroking it on with a clenched hand.

“Like that big boy? That was US$100 a bottle, not sure what it contains but it felt very nice on my hands. And your cock likes it.

“Want me to get naked for you now?”

“Yes but leave your shoes on for me. Your legs are sensational in them.”

“You are here to masturbate for me and for my visual pleasure,” Ada tells me again as I drink in Jodie’s now fully naked body as she shows it off to me with her hands on her hips.

“I am yours to please and be pleased when she is finished with you. I am looking forward to watching you masturbate. Your cock is magnificent,” she whispers as she pulls up another stool close to me and in front of Ada.

“Now masturbate for both of us. How long can you hold out for?”

The exhibitionist in me is enjoying the moment as I alternate my gaze between Ada and Jodie while I tease my cock with the tips of my fingers.

“I like what you are doing, it is very exciting for me,” Ada smiles.

I look sideways at Jodie as she smiles at Ada’s remarks without saying a word.

“Talk us through what you are doing,” Ada smiles again, obviously enjoying watching me.

“I have a grade ten erection smeared in wonderful oil, that was applied by a lady wearing just shoes and a top. Bare ass, sexy shaved cunt, and wonderful legs.

“Her fully dressed boss in black leather has a very sexy persona and I am very turned on masturbating for her pleasure and enjoyment.

“I am teasing the full length of my rock hard erection with the tips of my fingers.

“Shortly I will wrap my hand around it and do it harder, much harder.

“I am fantasizing what Ada would have done with my erection if she was thirty or forty years younger.

“And what I might have done with her.

“And I would love Jodie to stand behind me and tease my nipples while I masturbate for you Ada.”

“Do it for him Jodie.”

“Her fully dressed boss has a very sexy persona and I am very turned on masturbating for her pleasure and enjoyment. I would love her to suck my cock. I have never had a fully dressed woman your age blow me.

“I am very turned on and my cock is rock hard for you Ada.”

“And so I shall,” she replies with a tremor in her voice. “Your cock is huge, just magnificent. I used to be very good at this, very, very good,” she whispers as she kneels in front of me and licks the underside of my cock, then the sides with one hand on my balls as Jodie is teasing just the tips of my nipples.

“Hard or soft big boy, tell me what you want,” Ada asks as she scratches and squeezes my balls and takes my cock between her pursed lips.

“Hard,” I smile excited as I am about to learn what her version of hard might be. At first I could not work out what the incredible and very pleasurable sensation was on my erection, something I had never ever experienced previously. Then it dawned on me, Ada had removed her dentures and was doing wonderful things with her mouth, gums, lips and tongue to my erection.

“Am I good, ever had that before?,” she manages to mutter.

“Wish I was thirty years younger so I could fuck you.

‘“Am I good, ever had that before, you haven’t told me yet?,” Ada teases as she manipulates her her mouth, gums, lips and tongue to my erection.

“No I haven’t, that is fucking incredible,” I manage to answer as Jodie stands behind me kissing my neck and teasing my nipples.

“She is good isn’t she, that is a huge turn on for me. She wants you to fuck me doggy style while she watches after she is done with you,” Jodie whispers loudly enough for Ada to hear. “And so do I, very much.”

I am so close to a huge orgasm as Ada lets my cock slip out of her mouth and teases it ever so softly with a finger tip as Jodie is teasing the tips of my nipples with her fingertips.

“You are breathing very heavily, don’t hold back,” Ada smiles as she increases the manipulation of her mouth, gums, lips and tongue on my erection to new heights. Never ever had a blow job such as this, as my body shudders and I have huge noisy orgasm as I watch her swallow.

“Now I want you to fuck Jodie for me while I watch. We will have to help you get a new erection. What can we do to help him Jodie?” Ada asks with a wicked smile after I return from a shower.

“Did you realize Jodie is bisexual? She loves me licking her cunt. Want to watch? Will that help you get a new erection? She is very horny after watching me blow you,” Ada teases as Jodie stands against the wall, legs apart with one foot on a chair as Ada kisses and licks her nipples as they hold hands.

Then she kneels in front of Jodie and licks her cunt lips with Jodie holding my gaze. “Nice foreplay for you? Your cock is reacting. Come and kiss me while Ada is licking my cunt and I will stroke your cock.

“One orgasm on her tongue and you can fuck me while she watches. That is so good Ada, you keep getting better and better and even better, so good, so fucking good,” Jodie moans as she orgasms.

“Fuck me now,” Jodie whispers as she leans on her elbows over a narrow table with her legs apart wearing nothing but heels as Ada stands alongside watching. As I slowly slide my erection into Jody, Ada has her hands on my ass. I can feel her finger nails digging into my ass cheeks as I slide my cock into Jody and withdraw as she has her hands and nails all over ass.

Very exciting for me fucking a gorgeous woman doggy style while her boss, dressed in black leather and heels, has her hands all over my ass cheeks.

“We asked you here to entertain us and you have been very good, What about us, have we entertained you?” Ada teases as she strokes and scratches my ass as I increase the tempo of my fucking.

“Would you like some oil on your ass?,” Ada asks. Without waiting for an answer I can feel her smearing oil all over my ass. “What about in your ass?” Again without waiting for an answer I can feel her dripping oil into my ass crack which is very pleasant as I am fucking Jodie doggy style.

“Jody told you I have a range of sexual preferences and fetishes that turn me on for entertainment and sexual pleasure. How about this?,” she asks as I can hear the noise of a vibrator.

“And this, like that while you fucking my PA?”she asks as I tense and feel the vibrator sliding into my ass. “And this?,” as she sets the vibrator to variable speed.

“I can feel that, so good, fuck me harder,” Jodie is moaning as I am holding back a huge orgasm and Ada increases the vibrator speed. “Cum with me, cum with me,” Jodie and I are almost screaming as we orgasm together.

“Was everything Jodie told you about me at the first contact true, did you enjoy my fetishes?

“Yes I did very much and I loved your black leather outfit.”

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The world’s first futa sparks off an orgy in her dorm.

The World’s First Futa – Futa’s Wild Day
Chapter Three: Futa’s First Wild Party
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2018
April 17th, 2047
“Now this sounds interesting,” Adelia Tash said. My interviewer leaned forward, her caramel face alight with curiosity. “What could have happened in your dorm room to so change your outlook on your futa-cock?”
I shifted in my seat on the couch, glancing at the studio audience watching. I could feel the breathless anticipation buzzing through the air. I didn’t fight the smile growing on my lips as I felt their eagerness. Even now, almost thirty years later, I still drank in the attention women gave me. Being the world’s first futa was winning the ultimate lottery.
And it still paid out.
“I started an orgy,” I said, my pussy so wet, my futa-dick throbbing beneath my skirt. “I didn’t mean to, but…”
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October 1st, 2017
Dr. Senior had no answers for me. He couldn’t explain why my clit had sprouted into a cock or why my presence drove women so wild with horny lust that they had to have sex with me. He claimed it was all impossible despite the evidence, my massive futa-dick, to the contrary. It left me feeling crushed. How could I live my life if every woman I came across wanted to have sex with me?
Were driven to fuck me.
It had to disrupt their lives. They didn’t appear to have any self-control. It compelled them to have sex with me or with others. To do things they would never do. Normal people didn’t just dive into an orgy during college, like what happened during my first class this morning, or cheat on their spouse with a strange patient they were treating, like my nurse Rhea had during my exam.
Should I become a hermit? Should I stay away from women? Maybe… Maybe it was the only way.
My cock didn’t like that idea as I rode in my Uber ride-share car back to my dorm. A man drove it. I had no affect on them. He hardly looked at me in my baggy sweatpants. He had no idea I had a huge cock tucked into my panties aching and throbbing to feel a woman again. Hot pussy, sucking mouths, tight assholes…
I wanted them so badly. My pussy grew so wet, my poor panties struggling to absorb the flood. I didn’t want to go into exile. I wanted to have fun with my cock. Sex with my clit-dick was amazing. It felt so wonderful to slide into a woman, to pump my cock, and then to erupt my cum into her depths. But if the women didn’t have a choice in the matter… If my presence overruled their self-control, did I have the right to be around them?
To take advantage of them?
Guilt rippled through me. I shifted in the back of the car. Lust and unease battled in me, swirling through my guts. My hands rubbed at my sweatpants as my heart thudded away beneath my chest. My nipples ached. My dick throbbed. My stomach churned. I had to go into hiding. I didn’t know how it would work. Where I could go. I just had to get away from women. I had my hand. I could jerk off my dick and finger my cunt. It wasn’t as good, but…
The car stopped. “Well, have a nice day, Becky,” the drive said, giving me a nod from the front seat. “This is the right place, yes?”
I blinked, looking up and realized we were at my dorm. The sun was setting, evening deepening around the building. Students were streaming out, including female students. They were talking, looking at their phones, or just hurrying alone. None of them had any idea of the potential to change their lives with my cum.
My fertile, motile cum.
“Thank you,” I said to the driver. “This is it.” I took a deep breath.
“Well…” the driver said, his forehead furrowing. “Are you…. getting out?”
Heat warmed my cheeks. “Sorry.”
My hand shaking, I grabbed the handle, pulled, and darted out. I had to move fast, skirt around any women, and then get into my dorm room. I needed to pack up my things and flee to my parents’ house. I’d have to tell them and ask for their help. At least my mother, who I saw last night, wasn’t affected by me.
I had reached a full sprint by the time I reached the door to my dorm. I darted around a group of guys and wrenched it open. The elevator opened ahead and a group of girls stepped out. I cursed and darted towards the stairs. I raced up them, taking the steps two at a time. My breasts and futa-dick shifted beneath my clothing, stimulating my hard nipples and sensitive tip. My heart beat faster and faster. A hot flush washed over me as I passed the second floor and reached the third.
Music washed over me as I reached the third floor. The dorm next to mine had an open door, people crowding it, including two women. A party. I swallowed, hearing the sounds of laughing. I stared at the women, the unease twisting into dread in my stomach. Both were beautiful, a blonde with big tits stretching out a tight sweater, and a short-haired brunette with a nose ring.
They lay between me and my dorm.
I took a deep breath, preparing myself. My hand fumbled out my keys. I felt around, found the one for my door. Then I hurried ahead. I needed to move fast. The girls had their backs to the hallway. If I got into my dorm before they really noticed me…
I could do this.
The music thudded louder and louder. I skirted wide, my shoulder almost brushing the far wall of the hallway. My legs carried me fast. My skin felt tighter and tighter as I came closer and closer. The slender brunette stiffened. Her head turned as if she looked for something. The blonde shuddered, nipples dimpling the front of her sweater.
The felt me.
I hurried faster. I hunched my shoulders as I passed them. I just needed to take a few more steps and—
“Becky!” a familiar voice called out. Harry, from my Psychology 101 class where Professor Rider had sucked me off and fucked me before everyone, spotted me. He had joined in the orgy my presence had caused, making the women so horny that they needed to satiate their pussies with their own fingers or with others, having sex with people they never would have. “It’s her. It’s the futa I was telling you about.”
The two girls heads snapped around, focusing on me. Their eyes dilated. Both let out whimpering moans at the sight of me. Harry stood by them, the shaggy-haired guy grinning at me as he raised a red plastic cup to me.
“You got to join the party. That was so awesome what happened today in class. I got some great pussy thanks to you.” He grinned. “I wouldn’t mind some more.”
I shuddered.
“She really has a dick?” the blonde asked, licking her lips.
“Yes, she does, Kaelea,” Harry answered as I darted for my door. “You have got to see it. It thrusts from her pussy. Made every girl in class so wet. Even that nerd Chris got some pussy.”
“Yeah, Tiffany mentioned that,” the brunette said as I jammed my key into the lock.
The two girls advanced on me, the brunette’s jeans whisking as her thighs rubbed together. Kaelea’s big breasts jiggled and bounced in her tight sweater. It fit her like a second skin, stretching over those lush mounds. I wanted them so badly. I could just surrender. I could just have so much fun with them. Why was I running away? They wanted me. I could just have fun and…
They didn’t have a choice.
I twisted the key. The lock clicked. I barreled through my door and slammed it closed behind me. I pressed my back up against it, twisting the lock, my breasts rising and falling. My futa-dick throbbed in my tight panties, pulsing against them. My pussy itched. Lusts assaulted me, begging me to relent.
The girls knocked on my door.
“Becky,” Kaelea moaned, her voice liquid sex, “let us see your dicks. It sounds so hot. Me and Dona want to see it so badly.”
“So badly,” whimpered the brunette, Dona. “Just the idea is making me so wet. A chick with a dick… Tiffany raved about it. She wished she had a chance to enjoy your cock.”
“I know,” I said. “That’s why she fucked Chris. She must hate that now. She never liked the guy.”
“Not what she said,” Dona said. “She had a great time with Chris. She came hard on his dick during class. And now she’s out on a date with him. I couldn’t believe it, but she sounded into it.”
I frowned at that.
“Can’t you just let us get a glimpse?” Kaelea asked, her voice so throaty, so in need. I wanted to relent and open my door so badly. She sounded so wanton. So in need of my girl-dick. How could a single peek hurt?
She would want more. She would be driven to need more. She wouldn’t have any control over herself. I couldn’t do that to her.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
One of them twisted my locked doorknob, rattling it. Then she hit my door. “Come on, Becky, be cool,” Dona said. “Just let us see it. That sounds so hot. You really have a pussy and a cock?”
“Listen,” I said, my pussy clenching, my juices flooding out of me, “you’re not yourselves right now.”
“Really?” Amusement sounded in Dona’s voice. “What does that mean?”
“That my dick is controlling you.”
“Controlling?” Kaelea giggled. “Why, because the idea of you having a dick is so hot it turns us on?”
“That’s not controlling us,” Dona added
“Well, it’s influencing you,” I said. “It’s making you so horny. You’re not thinking straight.”
“Mmm, you sure? I can’t think straight because I’m horny? Does a hot guy influence me when he me makes me wet and want to have sex with him?”
“Guys don’t make you this horny. If I whipped out my dick, you’d have sex with it.”
“So hard,” Dona moaned. “I’d be such a slut for you, Becky.”
“See!” I turned around, facing my door. I pictured the two girls on the other side, their bodies shifting and shuddering. Their faces flushed. Nipples hard. Pussies wet. “That’s not normal. Would you just be a slut for a guy because he’s hot.”
“Well…” Kaelea’s words trailed off. “Maybe not, but that doesn’t change what I want right now. I want to see your cock. To have some fun.”
“What’s wrong with having some fun?” Dona asked.
“Nothing. But it’s just my pheromones or something affecting you. This isn’t who you are normally.”
“And?” Dona had such a flippant tone. “We want this bad. Why do you get to decide that our desires are wrong. That we shouldn’t be horny for you. Why are you speaking for us?”
I blinked my eyes.
“We can make our own decisions, Becky,” Kaelea said. “And this is our decision. Right, Dona?”
“Oh, yes. We want this badly. We’re adults. Barely, but we’re still eighteen. We can make our own decisions on who we have sex with. You don’t get to tell us that it’s wrong for us to want you. You don’t get to dictate who we’re attracted to and what we do about it.”
I frowned at their words. They wanted this. They sounded so serious. They didn’t sound like they were drugged. None of the women I had sex with dead. They all had clear eyes, they just really, really wanted to have sex with me. They enjoyed it. Even Tiffany… enjoyed what she did with Chris. What if I didn’t make girls so horny they had to have sex, but somehow I took away that societal guilt over being promiscuous? That pressure placed on girls not to be sluts, to not act on their desires like guys could. That leftover morality from a time when birth control wasn’t possible, when pregnancies could so impact a girl’s life.
So maybe… I wasn’t controlling them so much as… as freeing them. I wanted them. They wanted me. It was… consensual. Just like a girl who sees a hot guy and decides to have a one night stand with him. This was no different.
My hand twisted the lock.
Dona threw open my door, a big smile on her face. Her nose ring glinted as her dark eyes focused on me. Kaelea, a blonde with darker hue than my own golden locks, let out a purr as she advanced into my room, stalking me like a hungry lioness.
“Do you have any condoms?” I asked.
“Nope,” Dona said. “I’m on the pill.”
“Me, too,” Kaelea groaned, her eyes locked on my crotch. “Show us! Show us that dick!”
I couldn’t wait. I hooked the waistband of my sweatpants and my panties. I shoved them down hard. My futa-dick popped out, thrusting out of my blonde bush. My pink labia wrapped about the base, glistening with my juices. My sweet musk filled my nose. This wonderful, tingling delight rippled through me that left me shuddering.
Dona’s nose ring twitched a she inhaled. Her tongue flicked across her mouth. Her hands grabbed her t-shirt, a band’s logo stretched on the front, and ripped it off. She exposed small breasts not clad in a bra, her nipples pale-pink and hard.
“Oh, my god,” Kaelea said, her breasts jiggling as she shivered. “That is so awesome. You can see her pussy lips.”
“Yes!” groaned Dona. “Oh, wow, I got to enjoy that dick.”
Kaelea nodded her head then she pulled off her sweater, too. Her lush tits jiggled in a purple bra. Her flesh looked so lovely. I groaned, joining them, pulling off my top, my round breasts free of any bra. I hadn’t bothered putting it on after my exam. My nipples ached, thrusting hard from my tits. Beyond them, Harry watched in the doorway.
I didn’t care. Let him watch. That just made this more exciting.
The two topless girls fell to their knees before me, Kaelea’s tits bouncing in her purple bra. Their hands grabbed my dick. Their faces pressed together. Their lips nuzzled on my dick as they both stroked my girth. The two girls flicked their tongues out, caressing the tip of my cock. Pleasure shot through me. I groaned, my pussy clenched, and juices soaked my bush as my pleasure surged through me.
“That’s so hot,” Harry said.
“You have no idea,” I moaned, my dick throbbing. “It’s so amazing having two girls suck your dick.”
“I bet,” Harry groaned, such envy in his voice.
“Oh, wow,” a Korean girl gasped, peeking around Harry. “She’s got a dick.”
“Uh-huh,” Dona moaned before she sucked on the side of my dick.
Kaelea nursed on the other side. Their lips both sucked on a portions of my thick crown. Dona sucked harder while Kaelea’s lips felt plumper and softer. I shuddered, the two different delights on my dick’s tip shot pleasure down to my pussy. Their hands tightened on my girth, pumping up and down my long shaft. Their hands brushed each other, each only stroking half my length.
It was so hot. The pleasure spilled through me. It swirled through my pussy, warming up my ovaries. Futa-cum built in there as I moaned. I squeezed my breasts, kneading my round tits as my cock drank in their sucking passion. I rubbed my nipples, massaging them, playing with them.
“That’s it,” I groaned. “That’s how you please a woman’s dick. Ooh, yes, yes, yes, you’re just going to be my slut.”
“Oh, yes,” Dona moaned, her nose ring twitching as she flicked her tongue across the tip of my dick.
“Yeah, they’re your sluts,” groaned Harry. “Right, Young-Sook?”
The Korean girl nodded her head, her slanted eyes so wide. She had pale-olive skin, her breasts large despite her petite stature. Silky-black hair spilled about her features. She gripped my doorjamb as she whimpered in delight.
Her hungry, watching eyes spurred my lusts. My fingers rolled my nipples. Tingles raced down to my pussy then shot up to my cock. I whimpered and groaned. The pleasure building and surging through me. I sucked in a deep breath, my ovaries growing tighter and tighter as the two sluts sucked so hard on my dick’s tip.
They loved it. They bathed it with their tongues. Their lips kissed and nuzzled it. My dick throbbed in their stroking hands. They poured so much pleasure through me. I sucked in a deep breath, my cunt clenching hard.
“Yes!” I howled as I came.
My futa-dick pulsed in their hands. Pearly jizz splashed on both their faces. It spilled across their upper lips and cheeks. It splashed their noses. My thick girl-cum coated them as they both moaned. Kaelea’s tits jiggled in her bra as she moaned out in delight. Dona whimpered, her nose ring coated in my spunk.
Their tongues flicked out, gathering my jizz as the pleasure spilled through my body. I groaned, the pleasure spilling through my mind. So much delight filled me. My heart hammered in my chest. Ecstasy washed over my mind.
“She can even cum,” groaned Young-Sook. “That’s the hottest thing I have ever watched in my life!”
“Oh, wow,” a new guy said.
Others crowded the hallway as my orgasm peaked through me. A final spurt of cum fired from my dick and splashed on their faces. I shivered, my pussy spasming, unleashing a flood of rapture through my body.
Young-Sook darted into the room, falling down beside Dona. The Korean girl acted on her awakened lusts, wanting to experience my cum. She nuzzled into Dona’s cheek, lapping up the cum staining the brunette’s face. Young-Sook moaned as she tasted my spunk. She licked again and again, gathering more and more.
Kaelea, cum dripping down her face, just leaped at me. She gained her feet and almost tackled me. We stumbled back as her bra-clad tits pressed into my naked breasts. Her hot lips found mine. I tasted my salty cum on her mouth. My dick throbbed against her bare belly as her arms went around me. Her tongue thrust past my lips.
I shuddered in delight, backing up and hitting my bed. We fell on it, Kaelea squirming on top of me. My hands caressed her back as my cum dripped off her face onto mine. I shuddered, my futa-cock throbbing against her stomach. It felt so amazing. I caressed her skin down to her skirt-clad rump, gripping her ass as my dick throbbed harder and harder.
“Oh, my god, you’re so hot,” Kaelea moaned between kisses. “I’m on fire.”
“Uh-huh,” I whimpered and then licked up a line of pearly spunk off her cheek. My salty cream tasted so good, my fingers digging into her ass.
“Oh, I need you in me,” whimpered Kaelea. “This cock… Oh, I need this cock in me. I’ve never wanted to feel a guy cum in me before. But you… I want to feel you in me.”
“You are on the pill?” I asked.
She nodded her head. “The new one.”
“Good!” I groaned and kissed her hard.
As we kissed I yanked up her skirt. I found her panties, feeling so sleek and satiny beneath my grip. I ripped at them, drawing them off her as fast as I could. I just had to be in her pussy. Hot, silky, juicy pussy.
It was the best thing in the world.
I loved having one. I loved being in others.
She wiggled her hips as I drew her panties farther and farther down her thighs. She kissed me so hard, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and whimpered. She wanted to be in me so badly. She squirmed on me, grinding on my girl-dick. Pleasure tingled down my shaft to my pussy.
And then her panties were free. I threw them towards the sound of girls moaning, Dona and Young-Sook making such wanton noises. I didn’t care what they were doing as Kaelea rose, her purple skirt spilling about her thighs. She rose, shifting, my cock vanishing behind it. Her tits swayed in her bar, so heavy, begging to be free. She held my futa-dick, holding it up to nuzzle at the shaved folds of her pussy.
“Ooh, you want this so badly,” I groaned, loving the feel of her silky flesh.
“Yes!” she groaned and slammed her snatch down my cock.
I. Loved. Pussy.
My own cunt clenched hard as her juicy twat engulfed my dick. Her silky, hot flesh caressed my girl-cock. Pleasure rippled down my shaft and through my body. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling as I grabbed her hips.
“Holy fuck, you’re huge!” Kaelea whimpered. Her back arched, thrusting her bra-clad tits forward. Her blonde hair spilled about her face twisting with rapture. “Jesus, fuck, I love this cock!”
Before I could say anything, she rode me hard. She worked that cunt fast up and down my dick. Her silky flesh gripped me, clinging to my shaft. Her twat massaged my futa-cock, the tip drinking in the friction of her snatch sliding past me. I groaned, my back arching and my toes curling against the amazing pleasure rippling through me.
She groaned as she rode my cock. Her face twisted with rapturous pleasure as she reached behind her. She fumbled and then her bra came loose. Her tits bounced out of the cups, heavy and swaying. Silver barbells pierced both her pink nubs, sparkling in the light, adding such a wondrous delight to look at.
“Ooh, wow,” I moaned, my hands shooting up to those large tits. I liked them big. I dug my fingers into her flesh as she fucked her cunt up and down my cock. “Did these hurt?”
“So badly,” she whimpered as I played with her piercings. “But so worth it. Ooh, they make my nipples so sensitive and… Yes, yes, do that!”
Her snatch clenched down so hard on my girl-dick. I shuddered, the pleasure rippling through my body. My cunt clenched so hard. My dick throbbed in her depths as she bounced up and down my cock. Her tits heaved as I twisted and played with her piercings, stretching out her nubs. The pleasure built and built in my cunt.
God, I really loved pussy.
I moaned and whimpered as Kaelea worked her hips around, dancing her snatch around my girth. The pleasure surged through me in hard jolts. The blonde moaned and gasped as she rode me, her back arching as she screamed out her pleasure.
“Oh, damn, that is so hot,” Harry groaned.
“Jesus, look at her go. She’s riding that dick. Weren’t you dating her, Kurt?”
“We broke up.”
I blinked, realizing my ex-boyfriend had joined the party. I shuddered, feeling his blue eyes on me. He rubbed at his crotch as Kaelea rode me. I shuddered, squeezing my eyes shut so hard as my orgasm built faster in me.
“God, but I could just watch her fuck any girl,” Kurt moaned.
“Yes, yes, watch me fuck her,” gasped Kaelea. “This is so hot. I’m going to… going to… Cum!”
She slammed her pussy down my girl-dick. Her hot cunt writhed about me. I gasped, my eyes widening at the wonderful bliss surging around my cock. That spasming flesh worked at my shaft. My pussy clenched hard as the pleasure rippled through my body. My bed creaked as my back arched.
Kurt watched me with those blue eyes.
The pleasure burst in my cunt. That wonderful moment of utter climax washed through my body. My back arched as the pleasure howled through me. I gasped and shuddered. My cock erupted. I fired my futa-jizz into Kaelea’s orgasming pussy.
“She’s cumming in me!” howled Kaelea.
“Hot!” Harry groaned.
“Uh-huh,” I whimpered, stars dancing through my vision. “Oh, yes, yes, yes, slut! Take it!”
“Slut!” moaned Kaelea. “I’m the futa’s slut!”
“Yeah, you are,” Kurt groaned, squeezing his hardon through his jeans, his blue eyes smoldering as he watched me.
I couldn’t help smiling at him.
“Oh, yes, yes, it’s my turn to fuck her!” Dona moaned, hopping to her feet. She’d lost her jeans and her face looked smeared with pussy cream. Young-Sook lay on her back, her jeans bunched around her ankles, her thick, black bush matted down with glistening juices.
“Ooh, I want to just keep enjoying this cock,” Kaelea moaned as she squirmed atop me. “She churned me up.”
“I bet you could use a little more stirring,” Harry said, his cock out. He stroked himself, winking at Kaelea.
“Oh, why not,” the blonde moaned. “I could use another poke.”
Harry grinned at me. “I love you, Becky.”
I grinned back as he grabbed the blonde off of me, her pussy popping off my dick. Harry kissed Kaelea hard as Dona sauntered to my bed, her small breasts jiggling. She had a landing strip of dark-brown hair leading to her tight slit, Her juices glistening on it.
I glanced at Kurt, watching me, squeezing his cock. I remembered the fun we had sharing his step-sister Friday night. “Want to enjoy her asshole?”
Kurt grinned wider. “Not a lot of ex-girlfriends offer to have a threesome.”
“I’m just neat that way,” I said. It felt so wonderful to not have any guilt, to let all that go. This was just fun.
Dona glanced at Kurt. “Why not? He’s cute.”
“And he made me into the futa before you,” I said. “You really should thank him.”
“Letting him bugger me seems a good way,” she said as she straddled me. “Mmm, let me suck on that dick, big boy, and get you nice and wet for my asshole.”
I shuddered as Dona rubbed her shaved pussy on my cock. Kurt unzipped his jeans and pulled out his respectable dick. He’d probably be considered big if I didn’t have such a massive shaft. He proffered his cock. Dona opened her mouth wide and sucked on him, her glistening cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head, giving him such pleasure. He groaned, his blue eyes squeezing shut.
My own clit-dick throbbed, glad he could get some pleasure.
I sucked on two of my fingers, getting them nice and wet, then reached behind the slut grinding her pussy on my shaft. Her plump lips half-wrapped about my cock as she slid up on them, sucking so hard. She groaned as I pressed my saliva-coated fingers into her rectum. Her sphincter swallowed my digits, making her moan so loudly about my ex’s dick.
“Damn,” groaned Kurt, his fists clenching. “She likes that.”
“I have a feeling Dona’s was a bit of slut before she met me.”
Dona moaned a yes around his cock, her bowels clenching on my fingers as they pumped in and out of her back door. She shuddered more and more on my shaft, grinding her hot cunt on my dick. The pleasure rippled down my shaft.
My dick throbbed beneath her grinding cunt. I wiggled my fingers in and out of her asshole. In the background, Kaelea and Young-Sook were both moaning, Harry grunting in delight. Flesh slapped flesh. Guys whooped and hollered. Girls moaned.
Like in class earlier, an orgy spread.
I didn’t care. I just enjoyed myself. I ripped my fingers out of Dona’s bowels and shoved them into my mouth. I sucked hard on them, loving the sour flavor of her asshole. The flavor was so dirty and nasty. It made my pussy clench, building another orgasm inside of me. I re-wet my fingers again then shoved them back into her bowels. Her sphincter swallowed my digits.
Dona whimpered about my ex’s cock. Then she ripped her mouth away. “I need your dicks in me! Come on, stud, plant that shaft in my asshole while I ride your ex-girlfriend’s bigger shaft.” She giggled. “That must suck. No wonder you broke up with her.”
“It did,” Kurt said, shrugged. “But shit happens. Besides…” He grinned. “I’m having fun now.”
Dona gave a throaty laugh as she slid her pussy up to the tip of my girl-dick. “Yeah, we are. Mmm, I’ve never had two dicks in me before.”
“Enjoy,” I grinned at her as she nuzzled the lips of her pussy against my cock’s tip.
She leaned low over me, pressing her small tits into my round breasts. “I will,” she moaned then kissed me.
As I tasted Young-Sook’s tangy pussy on her lips, her pussy swallowed my girl-dick. I groaned, reveling in the delight of another cunt today. She was tighter in different places than Kaelea and felt a little hotter. I loved the delight of her silky embrace. My hands grabbed her butt-cheeks, squeezing them and parting them as the rapture shuddered through my body.
The bed creaked as Kurt mounted it. While passion moaned through my room and the hallway, he loomed over us. I shuddered as Dona’s pussy clenched hard on my dick. Then she groaned into our kiss as Kurt thrust. His dick filled Dona’s bowels.
We both impaled her.
Dona writhed in rapture on our two cocks. She swirled her holes around our shafts. Pleasure shot through me as she worked her pussy on my clit-dick. My cunt clenched, drinking in the sensation flowing down my shaft.
“Fuck,” Kurt groaned as he hammered her bowels. “That’s amazing. She’s got such a tight asshole. Oh, damn, Becky, this is amazing.”
I just shuddered and writhed beneath Dona, her tits pressed so tight against mine. Our tongues dueled as she bucked between us. My dick ached and throbbed in her silky grip. The pleasure surged through my body, waves of dizzy delight washed across my mind. Stars danced on my vision as such ecstasy surged through me.
It was such an amazing delight. My hips bucked up, thrusting my dick into her steamy pussy. She whimpered, her cunt clenching on my dick as she kissed me harder and harder. She squirmed atop me, her pussy growing hotter and hotter.
She broke the kiss, moaning, “Holy fucking shit! Two dicks! A girl’s dick! This is fucking hot!”
“Uh-huh,” I whimpered, staring past at her to Kurt.
Pleasure crossed his face, his blue eyes squeezed shut as he thrust hard. His red hair shifted about his handsome features. Once, I found him so hot, but things had changed. He held no attraction for me, but I still had affection for him.
And it gave me such joy to share such pleasure with him.
“Fuck!” he grunted. “Your ass, Dona!”
“Cum in her,” I groaned, pumping my cock up into Dona’s cunt. “Just spill your jizz into her. Pump it so hard. Give it to her.”
“Yes!” he groaned, face twisting with rapture.
Around the room, more moans echoed. “Ooh, damn, yes, eat my pussy, Kaelea,” Young-Sook moaned. “Ooh, this is so hot.”
“You should try her pussy,” Harry groaned, flesh slapping on flesh coming from his direction. “Jesus, this is hot.”
“Ooh, Chris,” another girl moaned. “You’re getting so good at licking pussy.”
“You just taste so good, Tiffany.”
I shuddered at that sound, the guy from my class obsessed with futas eating out that sexy brunette. More moans groaned. Other men and women having such a good time, enjoying all the delights their bodies offered, hedonistic rapture surging through the room.
All because of me. My presence allowed them to enjoy such delights.
My futa-dick throbbed in Dona’s hot snatch. My nipples throbbed against her smaller nubs. I shuddered, kissing her hard on the lips again. My tongue danced through her mouth, tasting her sweetness as Kurt drove his dick into her hard.
“Fuck, yes!” he groaned, his face twisting above us. “Becky, thanks!”
I realized he was cumming into Dona’s asshole. The slut moaned into the kiss. Her pussy clenched down hard on my dick. Then she writhed about me. Her flesh massaged me, working around my cock. The delight surged straight to my ovaries.
They ignited them.
My cum detonated out of my cock.
I screamed my rapture into her mouth, kissing her so hard. My futa-jizz pumped into her writhing snatch. I filled her with my cum as Kurt flooded her with his jizz. Others were grunting and moaning, crying out as the pleasure surged through their bodies.
“Holy shit, Kaelea!” Young-Sook screamed. “That’s so good!”
“Fuck yeah,” Harry grunted.
“Chris!”
“Jesus,” Kurt panted. “Jesus, that was good. I don’t even know your name.”
Dona broke the kiss, her eyes fluttering. “Dona! Ooh, yes, stud, you were good. Mmm, yes.”
“And me?” I asked, breathless.
“You gave me what I needed,” she panted. “That cum in me. Ooh, you’re both just brimming in me.”
“Young-Sook!” Kaelea squealed. “Oh, wow, lick all that cum out of me.”
“Jesus, that’s my seed and the futa’s your licking up, slut,” Harry groaned.
My dick throbbed in Dona’s pussy as my pleasure swirled through me.
Dona grinned. “You want some Korean pussy, don’t you?”
I nodded my head.
The brunette laughed. “Go get her!”
Kurt and Dona pulled apart from me. Dona kissed my boyfriend hard, pressing him down on my bed. Maybe something would spark between them. Or maybe they’d just have some fun. Either way, it made me smile seeing Kurt rebounding from our breakup.
My dick, dripping with Dona’s juices, thrust from me as I rolled off my bed. Young-Sook knelt between Kaelea’s thighs, feasting on the blonde’s bush. She bucked her ass at me, that black bush beckoning, dripping with her juices.
It hid her pussy.
I threw myself at her, falling to my knees behind her. My wet cock smacked into her pale-olive butt-cheeks. She moaned into Kaelea’s cunt, eager to feel me. Kaelea’s blue eyes met mine. She grinned at me, licking her lips, urging me to fuck the slut.
I did.
I slammed into Young-Sook’s pussy as I stared around the orgy writhing through my dorm room. A Black girl moaned as a guy fucked her from behind. Her ebony tits bounced and jiggled as she took the White guy’s cock.
“Damn, Jacinda,” he groaned, “you are dripping wet.”
“Uh-huh,” she purred, glancing at me.
A redhead name Glory sucked on two guy’s cocks, cum dripping out of her pussy. She looked so happy as she went back and forth like she was finally enjoying something she’d always wanted to try and never had the courage.
Not before me.
I shuddered as I pumped away at Young-Sook’s pussy. The pleasure spilled through my body as I pumped away, drinking in all the wonderful delights of her snatch. She bucked back into me as she licked Harry’s and my cum out of the blonde’s cunt.
“Oh, Young-Sook, yes, yes, lick me clean,” Kaelea moaned, humping hard against Young-Sook. The blonde watched me, her fingers tugging on her silver piercings, stretching out her pink nubs.
“Yes, lick every drop up, slut,” I moaned, smacking Young-Sook’s ass.
Her pussy clenched while her butt-cheek rippled.
I groaned, loving the sight of my handprint blossoming red across those creamy butt-cheeks. My pussy clenched, my lusts surging through me. I pumped away harder and harder, my hands groping her rump.
My kneading grip parted her asscheeks, exposing her sphincter. The sight of that puckered opening sent such an ache through my girl-dick. I had to enjoy that delight Kurt had with Dona. I need that velvety grip about my dick.
I ripped my futa-cock out of Young-Sook’s pussy and shifted up to her asshole. The girl gasped, throwing a look over her face. Her eyes were glassy with pleasure, cream and cum dripping off her chin. “No, no, fuck my pussy!”
“I want your asshole!” I moaned and thrust into her bowels.
Her slanted eyes widened wide. She let out a moan of rapture, her velvety asshole clamping down on my dick. She shuddered as I speared into the depths of her anal sheath. The pleasure rippled down my shaft, the hot friction stimulating me, driving me to pump my hips hard and fast.
“Yes, yes, fuck her ass,” moaned Jacinda, the Black girl shuddering on the White guy’s cock. “Ooh, yes, yes, yes, plow her.”
“Ooh, yes, fuck her ass!” gasped Kaelea. She grabbed Young-Sook’s silky-black hair and hauled the Korean slut’s mouth back to her pussy. “Ooh, don’t stop eating me! I need to cum!”
“Yes,” I whimpered, my hips pumping away so fast, the pleasure spilling through my body. Such hot rapture filled me. It was so amazing. It had me gasping and moaning. The bliss spilled through my body. It felt so amazing. It had me trembling and groaning, my pussy clenching.
Juices dripped down my thighs as my cunt grew hotter and hotter. Every thrust into her asshole built my orgasm in my depths. My pleasure came so quickly. I just wanted to keep cumming. To revel in the holes of every girl writhing through my classroom. Pleasures spilled through me. I grew dizzier and dizzier.
Kurt groaned in the background. Harry stroked his dick, growing hard again as he watched us. Glory moaned as a third guy slammed into her pussy. She kept stroking the other two guys’ dicks, sucking back and forth as the redheaded slut was fucked hard. Tiffany writhed beneath Chris, hugging the nerdy guy to her body.
I made this happen. My new girl-dick gave them all this pleasure.
“Young-Sook,” I moaned, pounding so hard and deep into her bowels. “Oh, yes, I’m going to cum so hard into your bowels.”
“Uh-huh!” Young-Sook moaned.
“Do it!” hissed Kaelea, her face twisting in pleasure. She tugged on her left nipple while her right hand gripped the Korean slut. “Fill her bowels with your jizz. I’m going to lick her clean.”
“Fuck, yeah,” Harry moaned.
Kaelea bucked hard. She cried out in orgasmic rapture while licking her lips. Young-Sook’s bowels clenched down hard on my dick, eager for Kaelea to lick her clean. I shuddered and plowed deep into her bowels, my climax surging through me.
Ecstasy slammed into my mind as I unleashed my cum into her bowels. The pleasure surged through me so hot as I pumped load after load of jizz into her bowels. I shuddered, my tits shaking as I spilled my seed into her.
I loved it. The pleasure had me swaying. I blinked, growing light-headed from cumming so much so close together. My entire body buzzed in delight. My thighs grew slicker with more pussy juices. I whimpered as I pumped the last blast of cum into her asshole.
I fell backward, landing on my back, my cock popping out of Young-Sook’s bowels. The room spun around me. I blinked, dizzy darkness fuzzing across my vision. Jacinda’s face appeared above me, a huge smile on her thick lips.
“Yes!” she moaned and sucked my dirty cock into her mouth.
I shuddered, my pussy, still spasming from my orgasm, clenched hard. My entire body shuddered as the Black slut worshiped my dick. She bobbed her head, cleaning off Young-Sook’s ass from my shaft.
Things grew hazy after that. Pussy blurred into pussy. I kept cumming and cumming, pumping my jizz into mouth, ass, or cunt. It was wonderful. It was amazing. Guys high-fived me, enjoying their women. I remembered fucking Tiffany’s cunt while she sucked on Chris’s cock. I rammed my dick into Glory’s snatch then finished off in Young-Sook’s pussy. I savored a few of the girls from my psychology class, plowing them so hard.
I reveled in my first wild party. I savored it. This was my new life, and I never wanted to go back.
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April 17th, 2047
“And that’s when I realized that I didn’t have to feel guilty over having sex,” I said to the audience while I felt my wife’s blue eyes watching me from off-stage, giving me her loving support. “I just needed to be freed of that same out-dated, repressive morality that has chained women for eons. Like my presence frees women, Dona and Kaelea freed me.”
“Amazing,” Adelia said, her voice such a purr. “I think we’re all thankful for that freedom to just enjoy sex with whomever we wish.”
My dick throbbed so hard in my dress. Thanks to my wife’s naughty blowjob during the last commercial break, I didn’t have any panties on. It tented the front of my dress, aching. It was so hot talking about my past.
“Wanting to enjoy some with me again?” I asked her, arching an eyebrow.
She laughed. “Always, Becky.”
“So after that night, I dove into my new lifestyle. I became utterly hedonistic. I reveled in all the pussy I could. I was having a blast.”
“Literally?” Adelia asked, arching an eyebrow.
My cock throbbed. “Well, my clit-dick was.”
The audience laughed.
“But then, about a month-and-a-half later, Mrs. Albertson and Janice showed up on my doorstep with surprising news. News that would change the world.” I glanced at the active camera, staring at those viewers watching the show streamed over the internet. “They were pregnant.”
“Ooh, I bet that was quite a conversation,” Adelia said. “And when we return from a message from our sponsors, we’ll dive into the revelation that women could be bred by women. Stay tuned.”
I couldn’t wait to tell that part of my life.
The END of This Tale of the World’s First Futa

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Rachel fucks a girl and her boyfriend

Rachel Fucking the Couple

One day, I went to a party at a friends house where a young red head dancing caught my eye; seeing her dance turned me on. I walked up to her and started dancing too, soon we were dancing together. After dancing for a while we sat down and started talking. I introduced myself as Rachel, she told me her name was Jennifer. After a while of talking Jennifer and I noticed that the party was dying down, and people were leaving. Jennifer asked if she can get a ride home since her boyfriend had her car and he was at work. I told her that I’d love to give her a ride home. We left the party and I drove Jennifer home. As we pulled up in front of her house, Jennifer asked if I wanted to come in for some coffee, I accepted.

I sat on the couch as Jennifer went to the kitchen to start some coffee. After starting the coffee, Jennifer joined me sitting on the couch. After a while of talking, I put my hand on Jennifer’s thigh, and asked if she’s ever been with a girl. Jennifer said no and that she has a boyfriend. I didn’t care I gave Jennifer a short passionate kiss. After I broke the kiss, Jennifer said that that kiss was softer than any kiss she has gotten from her boyfriend. I then gave her another kiss, this time she kissed back. As we made out I took off Jennifer’s shirt and put my hands on her wonderful breasts; I could feel her erect nipples through her bra. Jennifer then takes off her bra and drops it on the floor. I start to play with her amazing breasts putting them in my mouth sucking on her nipples making her moan. Jennifer leads me to her bedroom where I push her onto the bed and removes her shoes as Jennifer unsnaps and unzips her pants. I pull off her pants exposing her wet panties. Her panties were so wet it looked like a dam had burst. I put my mouth on her soaked panties and started to lick her pussy. The taste of her pussy juices was amazing! I couldn’t wait any longer, I pull off Jennifer’s panties and start licking her shaved wet pussy making her moan loudly. My pussy was getting extremely wet eat her out. In a minute I made her cum in her first powerful, squirting, lesbian orgasm making her scream loudly in passion.

I stood up and undressed and joined Jennifer in bed. Jennifer gave me a powerful passionate kiss giving her a taste of her pussy juices. After breaking the kiss I asked her how was liking her first lesbian sex she rolled on top of me and said that it’s amazing and she kissed me again. I started to guide her kissed down my body to my breasts where Jennifer started to suck on my nipples making me moan and grown. I told her to keep going and continued to guide her down my body to my soaked shaved pussy. At first all she did was look at it, then she gave my pussy a fast, gentle, short, kiss. I told her to stick out her tongue and to lick my clit. She did one quick lick and asked, “Like that?” I replied, “Yes! Keep going until I cum!” Jennifer was a natural pussy eater. After a while I told her to suck on my clit, and to play with it in her mouth. As she did, I could feel an orgasm building. She pulled away for a second saying “Your pussy tastes really good! I love it!” As I pulled her head back into my pussy I said “Good! Now keeps eating me out until I cum in your mouth!” After I said that I could feel her eat my pussy faster. I could tell that she wanted me to cum but I kept holding back my orgasm because something inside of me made me want to give her the biggest orgasm I have ever had in my life. I pulled her head away from my pussy and told her to lick her finger and put it inside of my pussy while she eats it. As she put her wet finger in my pussy, my whole body started to shake in passion. I had no idea how much longer I could hold back this powerful orgasm. I told Jennifer to take out her finger and to put her tongue into my pussy. She stiffened her tongue and started tonguing my pussy. I couldn’t hold it anymore I came in an extremely powerful squirting orgasm that sent me thrusting around in passion covering her entire mouth with my pussy juices and cum. After making me cum Jennifer started to wipe my cum and juices off of her face and licking it off of her fingers. I pulled her up to me and started to make out as we cuddled together I whispered, “We fogot about the coffee.” She replied “Screw it” After a while we drifted asleep.

After an hour asleep we suddenly wake up to the sounds of the door opening, somebody coming inside the house, and the door closing again. Jennifer looked at me and said quietly “Oh No! James’s home!” and started to panic on how’s he’s going to react. I told her to get a hold of herself and gave her a kiss. I told her “There is nothing a guy like more than a bisexual girlfriend.” And gave her another kiss. She said, “Your right, all guys want is pussy, more pussy, and even more pussy.” I joked “Just like me, all I want is more cock and pussy!” I smiled and gave Jennifer a passionate kiss. We can hear James in the living room watching TV as we started making out. Jennifer asked, “What if he walks in?” I replied with a devilish smile, “He can join us.” Jennifer’s face lit up with a smile and said “Fair enough.” I rolled on top of her and started licking her nipples making them fully erect again. Now Jennifer knew what she wanted, she started to guide me down to her pussy. I said impressed “Wow! You really know what you want me to do to you.” She ordered, “Shut up and eat my pussy!” and she pushed my head into her pussy. Just then, we hear James walking down the hall way towards the bedroom. But I stay on task eating Jennifer’s pussy making her moan loudly just as James arrives at the bedroom door. Jennifer says, “Hi baby.” And blows him a kiss. Jennifer continued, “This is Rachel, I love her eating my pussy, she’s a little busy right now, and you’ll have to wait your turn!” shortly later I made Jennifer scream out “OH MY GOD RACHEL YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM AGAIN!” As she let out a powerful orgasm. I drank up all of her juices and cum and said, “Yummy! I love the taste of your cum and pussy juices baby!” I wiped some of her cum and juices onto a finger and held it out in front of her lips for her to lick off. I rolled off of her and sat up against the back to the bed with my legs spread and said, “Your turn.” As Jennifer maneuvered down to and started to eat my pussy I said “You must be James. Come over here and take out that cock that’s bulging out of your pants.” He just stood there looking at Jennifer eating my pussy. I said firmly, “Don’t look at her, she’s busy! Come here so I can suck your cock!” Finally he came over, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them drop to the floor and removing his underwear exposing his large hard cock. I grabbed a hold of his cock, and started stroking his cock. I told him with a huge smile on my face, “I’m impressed. Your cock is fucking HUGE! I don’t know if it’ll fit in my mouth let alone my tight pussy!” I put James’s cock in my mouth and started sucking. After a while of Jennifer eating my pussy, she made me cum and maneuvered up to me and I pulled James’s cock from my mouth and kissed Jennifer. Jennifer then gave James a kiss. After they broke the kiss James said “Wow! Rachel’s juices taste good!” Jennifer and I both take turns sucking James cock.

After a while, James maneuvered down to my pussy and put his huge cock carefully into my pussy. After a minute of James letting me get used to his huge cock in my tight little pussy he slowly started to fuck me. After a while I told James to go a little faster as he did Jennifer laid on be bed next to me sucking on my nipples and kissing me. Soon Jennifer told James to fuck me harder. As he did I could feel an orgasm building and building, I decided to try to hold back like I did before when Jennifer was eating me earlier tonight. Every time I moaned James would fuck me faster and faster. Soon he was fucking me as fast as he could and I was loving every second of it. After a few minutes of holding back an extremely powerful orgasm I let it go. My cum and pussy juices squirting out of my stuffed pussy. It was like a sink that had been turned on. James kept fucking me and soon I was building up another orgasm. A minute after I came I came again just before James pulled out and told me to suck his cock again. As I did, he came in my mouth but I didn’t swallow it just yet, I turned and kissed Jennifer sharing James’s cum with her. As we both swallowed Jennifer said, “Is it my turn now?” All I knew is that I was too exhausted to do anything for a while.

After taking a break for a few minutes, Jennifer told James to get ready and started to suck his cock. After a minute sucking Jennifer told James to lie back and she started riding his cock. I sat on the bed kissing Jennifer as she fucked James after a few minutes Jennifer and James both came in a powerful simultaneous orgasms. James then asked me “You ready for another round Rachel?” I thought about it for a second, and replied, “Only if you fuck me in the ass.” James’s eyes got big and he replied, “OK!” I got on all fours, and James licked his index finger and stuck it into my asshole before putting in his cock. James started to fuck my ass slowly so that I can get used to the feeling of his cock in my ass. After a while he starts to fuck me a little faster making me moan, which made him go a little faster, then a little faster. I started to play with my pussy and is biting a pillow to keep from screaming. After a few moments I had the most powerful orgasm I have ever had, my cum and juices flowing out of my pussy like a sink that lasted for what felt like a good 5 long seconds making a puddle on the bed. James came seconds later cumming in my ass, he pulled his cock out of my ass. I turned over and lifted my hips off the bed, offering up my pretty pussy within seconds he was tonguing my pussy, and drinking up my cum and juices.

As James drifted off to sleep I whispered to Jennifer “This was the best sex I have ever had in my entire life.” She smiled, and replied “Same here” Again we cuddled together until we drifted asleep…

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Batwoman goes in search of Selina Kyle aka Catwoman, only to find her fill-in, Holly Robinson.

It was all going so well. A simple looting of a rich person’s home of a few baubles, and what not. Yep, everything was going so well until she found herself blacking out from something hitting her.

She groaned as she came to, her vision blurry as she looked around. “Where am I?” she groaned, then tried to move only to find herself hanging from the ceiling and shackled thoroughly. “ouuuhhh…” she groaned in pain.

“As to the where, you’re in an adult toy factory. As for the why, because I saw you and decided you might be the one person that can give me what I want.”

Stepping from behind the hanging woman, Batwoman let the fingers of her left hand trace Holly’s right thigh as she passed, only to walk off a few paces, turn and place her arms upon her chest.

“The names, Batwoman.”

Holly twisted in her restraints at the touch. “What do you want?” she said weakened from some rough treatment. Her vision cleared as she looked at Batwoman.

“Information. Batgirl was supposed to meet me hours ago, but said she was checking on a lead about you, Catwoman. So I decided you would know where she was at.”

Pumping the woman for information, or anyone for that matters, was a big part of any crime fighter’s scene. Standing where she was, Batwoman looked up to the shackles that held Catwoman tight, before her eyes traveled back down to the feline’s masked face again, all the time waiting for an answer.

“I don’t know anything about it.” Holly muttered out at Batwoman. She felt like she just woke up in the morning. Far from able to fight, not that she could being shackled.
She still struggled a bit, trying to pull herself up making her breasts puff out, and her back arch, but she couldn’t find the stregth as her muscles gave out, and she ended up hanging as she was with a tit jiggling drop. “unh!”

Standing quietly, Batwoman’s eyes went wide when Catwoman’s breasts bounced up and down from the short drop. The woman was driving her nearly insane as it was, but Batwoman was a professional and that meant she could keep her mind on the business at hand…, if only just.

“Cut the crap, Catwoman. She was checking up on you, she then vanished into thin air, as did your kittens. You know where Batgirl is, and unless you want to meet my fists, you will tell me.”

She struggled again in her restraints arching her back again, twisting her legs and rubbing them together. “I don’t know anything about Batgirl, or the kittens.” She said moaning out as she stretched her muscles a bit.

Batwoman watched the struggling woman before while she herself fought off the building excitement. Catwoman was all trussed up like a side of beef, but her continual movements were starting to get to this heroine. It had been a simple thing to put the feline where she was now, but Batwoman had not figured on the fact that her tender core would be eye level once it was all said and done, a mistake Kathy would not make again.

“I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way then, Catwoman.”

She struggled more slowly coming out of her groggy state, her hips swaying back and forth, and side to side as she tried to escape. “nngh!”
Her lips curled and her head tilted back softly as she struggled with her arms. Her soft, luscious tits jiggling with every movement under her latex body suit.

Frustrated, Batwoman let her arms drop for her chest while she moved in closer. Grabbing the struggling woman’s legs, she drove a back handed slap to Catwoman’s masked face, unaware that over the last few minutes, her nipples had become firm from her growing excitement.

“You leave me no choice, Catwoman.

***S-L-A-P***

“Aahn!” she loosed a sound of pain from the slap that made her head turn. She struggled in Batwoman’s grasp starting to get wet. “I don’t know anything!” Sexual excitement toned her breathing. Her own nipples made cute little bumps stick out of her latex.

The woman’s lack of cooperation was getting on Batwoman’s nerves, making the excited heroine make bad judgments. Releasing Catwoman’s thighs, Batwoman reached up and planted her hands upon the feline’s breasts, and then squeezed them like the melons they were, the movement bringing her own hot body close enough to touch that of the Catwoman.

“Haahhn!” she blushed as her sensitive tits were grabbed. “Aaahhhn!” she let out noises of lust before she knew it. Her pussy drooled with anticipation. “Wh-What are you doing?”

“Getting you to talk, bitch.”

Batwoman continued to squeeze Catwoman’s breasts, only to begin to twist and maul them between her fingers. Her own nipples were rock solid diamonds that were clearly visible through the extremely tight costume she wore, getting all the harder each time her breasts rubbed against Catwoman’s thighs.

“Aaah! Aaaagh! But I don’t know anything!” she arched her back and pressed her cunt to Batwoman’s mouth. “Mhhhhn!”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmffffffffffffffffffffffffffff.”

Before Batwoman knew what was happening, Catwoman brought her legs around her head and pulled the heroine’s face into her hot latex encased cunt. In moments, Catwoman had her legs locked tightly around Batwoman’s head, forcing the heroine to breathe in her heated scent, barely held in check by the thin latex that made up Catwoman’s costume.

“Mmmmmmm….mmmfffffffffff…., mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

In minutes, Batwoman’s hold on the feline’s breasts weakened, before her hands dropped away. She could smell Catwoman’s trapped cum and the sensations sent erotically pleasing feelings into Batwoman’s mind, keeping her disoriented and confused.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”

She let out a low deep groan of pleasure feeling Batwoman against her wanting pussy. She bucks her hips instinctively, wanting, begging as she rides Batwoman’s face. Her slutty cunt makes wet noises against the latex. Her head rolls to the side with another moan.

Taking all that Catwoman was giving her, Batwoman didn’t stand a chance of resisting the powerfull eroticisms flooding her brain. Totally aroused, her steamy-hot cunt exploded in orgasm, forcing Batwoman to groan in pleasure against Catwoman’s pussy, leaving the heroine completely at Catwoman’s mercy.

“AAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhh.”

Holly managed to get free from her shackles, then dropped to the floor landing on Batwoman. “mmhm, the tables have turned.” Holly purred while straddling her flying mousie. Her hands cupped Batwoman’s tits at the side, then her thumbs stroked her nipples. Holly pressed a warm kiss to Batwoman’s lips. “oohhhh.”

Lying on her back, Batwoman was too weak to put up much of a fight even had she wanted too. Her orbs cupped, she could feel Catwoman’s lips upon her own, the feline’s tongue stabbing at her flesh as if begging to be allowed inside Batwoman’s mouth.

“Mmmmmmmmmmfffffffffffffffffffffffffff.”

Moments pass, before Batwoman opens her mouth to return the kiss, letting their hot tongues dance together in loving bliss. Her gloved hands lying limp by her head, Batwoman continued to moan softly, while Catwoman rubbed her thigh up and down her extremely excited and wet cunt.

Catwoman pressed her thigh to Batwoman’s cunt a bit firmer as she rode Batwoman’s thigh. “Mhhm you need this as much as I do, hm?” She teased softly then used her long tongue to caress Batwoman’s mouth tenderly. Her hand grabbed Batwoman’s wrists pinning her down lustily. Holly maneuvered her body so their tits ground against eachother as she rides her new lover.

Her body writhing in ecstasy, Batwoman let Catwoman have her ways with her, as if she could do anything else. Her body was building to a second, more powerful orgasm, and Batwoman knew when it hit, she’d be left powerless to fight the feline, let alone be of any threat to her.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…., uuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmmmm.”

She pressed another deep, loving kiss to Batwoman’s mouth, then moans into her mouth, closing her eyes softly. Her hands moved to Batwoman’s thighs then grasped them practically throwing them apart before she pressed their cunts together. She gyrated her hips on Batwoman lustily as her hands palmed the sides of Batwoan’s head warmly controlling her head during the kiss

Taken roughly all at once, Batwoman groaned deeply into Catwoman’s hot, inticingly delicious mouth. She could feel the woman’s body gyrating against her own, their cunts rubbing back and forth with only two thin sheets of extremely tight latex dividing their juices.

Arching her back at last, Batwoman cries out in pure ecstasy as her cunt erupts in a series of powerful orgasms, each one more powerful that the one before, driving the bat – woman well over the edge sexually, leaving Batwoman completely wasted and helpless in minutes.

Holly nuzzled Batwoman softly, cheek to cheek. She kissed Batwoman again, warmly. “You found the wrong Catwoman, lover, but what a consolation prize, hm?” she nestles her body against Batwoman’s, making their tits orbit each other. “A nice little bit of compensation for capturing me, hm? Maybe we can do this again some time?” she murmurs softly like they were in love.

A moment passed, but Holly didn’t depart. “mmh, I can’t pull myself away, my sexy flying mousie.” she kisses Batwoman on the mouth deeply with a moan.

Dazed and disoriented, Batwoman tried to think past the multiple sensations flooding ehr mind, but every time she thought she was close, Catwoman ripped that control away again. Slowly, ever so slowly, her right hand moved for the all important utility belt in the vain hope to find her balance again, but that all ended when the material between her heaving breasts was grabbed and Batwoman was pulled up to a half sitting position.

As if acting on cue, Catwoman deftly removed the dangerous utility belt from around Batwoman’s slender waist and then tossed it across the room, well out of reach for the weakened heroine, only then finishing the move by pulling Batwoman to her feet and telling her what to do.

“Raise your hands, Batwoman, and don’t try anything. In case you don’t know it…, you now belong to me.”

Holly shackled Batwoman to the chain dangling from the ceiling as she pressed sucking kisses to Batwoman’s neck, then ended it with a long lick.”mmhmmmmmmm” she made it sound like Batwoman was a delicious meal as she purred into her ear.

A claw tipped finger traveled over the latex on Batwoman’s left breast cutting away a cats eye shape exposing her nipples and some flesh to the cool air. Holly cupped the breast lifting it, then she licked the nipple with the tip of hr tongue letting Batwoman see the act. She pushed her thigh against Batwoman’s crotch and started bouncing her on it.

She hadn’t thought it could get more erotic than it already had until she watched – with intense fascination – Catwoman slicing two cats eye shaped holes around her nipples. Gasping loudly when the cool air assaulted her hot flesh, Batwoman threw her head back off her shoulders to fight the added sensation, only to bring it back up again when she felt the woman’s tongue touching one of her nipples.

“G-A-S-P”

Her body reacted, as Batwoman squirmed in the shackles, telling Catwoman she was enjoying the attentions. Still watching the enticing woman suck and lick her exposed nipples, Batwoman glanced towards the shackles only to bring her head back down instantly the second Catwoman’s thigh traveled across her extremely sensitive and stretched pussy.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

“mmm, soooo delicious!” she nibbled those perky nipples, then wrapped her tongue around them pulling them into her mouth.

“I can’t wait to taste the rest of you… but first, my mousie…” she walked to her loot bag, then took out a bottle of champagne, nothing special. Just something she was going ot use to celebrate the heist.

She popped the cork with a claw, then poured out the contents and let Batwoman watch, letting her wonder what it was for. Once the contents are left on the floor she walked over to Batwoman. Her free hand stroked Batwoman’s cunt softly, then rubbed harder in a circle over her clit.

Batwoman watched in wonderment as Catwoman popped the cork to the champagne and poured the bubbly liquid out. Still wondering what she was doing when she stepped closer, Batwoman suddenly got a thought of exactly what the long-necked bottle might be used for, especially now that the hot woman was caressing and rubbing her latex encased pussy, keeping Batwoman close to the edge of insanity.

“I don’t know what you have in mind, Catwoman…but you aren’t going to stick that bottle in me.”

“Oh, yes, I am.” A claw traveled in a circle on the latex that covered Batwoman’s pussy expertly making a circle of it flop to the floor. “Guess who’s going to fill it with cum so I’ll have something new to drink to celebrate, hm?” She purred at Batwoman kneeling down, biting her nipples softly on her way to her cute latex covered clit.

She made a playful biting noise as she nibbled Batwoman’s clit through the latex, then slowly inserted the bottle Batwoman’s pussy twisting it into her until she hit the G-spot. She nibbled Batwoman’s latex covered clit lovingly while she used the bottle to rapidly rub Batwoman’s G-spot.

Feeling the single claw cut away the thin material that protected her core, Batwoman groaned deeply and then bit her lip. The cold air hit her steamy hot pussy like a ton of bricks, and if that wasn’t bad enough, the bottle being inserted and twisted into her sopping wet cunt was.

In moments, her cum was trickling into the bottle, as well as flowing down the sides, coating Catwoman’s hand and mouth with her love juices, but Batwoman didn’t care. The bottle was riding her G-spot and with each passing moment, her mind edged ever closer to mush, while her body betrayed her utterly and completely.

“Mmhm, your pussy is squeezing this bottle so hard I hear it squeaking in you.” Holly teased then bit the latex over Batwoman’s clit, then tugged it then let it snap on the swollen pearl. She then started licking the sweet love juice off the bottle and her hand looking up at Batwoman with lusty eyes that communicated just how good the fluids were on her tongue. “Nhhhnnnnnnn!” she purred at her.

For the briefest of moments Batwoman considered doing to Catwoman what had been done to her, but though her legs hung free, she didn’t have the strength to pull it off, let alone the desire. Even if she did, the latex snapping back against her clit ended any thoughts of such a move as her body erupted in orgasm again, leaving Batwoman nearly senseless in the process.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

Holly smirked as Batwoman came, then placed the bottle on the floor between Batwoman’s legs. She walked to the chain control, then used it to lower Batwoman so she could kneel. “Ride the bottle while I get something to make you feel even better.” she said in a sensual moan.
She walked off and watched Batwoman over her shoulder while she licked her lips and sucked the cum off her own fingers.

Holly took her time walking to a pile of unmarked boxes to see if her mousie would do as she commanded.

Breathing heavily, gasping in each breath, Batwoman let out a soft moan when her knees touched the floor, taking much of the strain off of her wrists. Seeing the bottle below her, she glanced over to where Catwoman was, before stealing a quick glance at the shackles. As her wrists were lose, she could now effect an escape, but once her hands were free, Batwoman knew she’d need to be ready for a fight, as the Catwoman would not simply let her go – not this time.

“I don’t see that bottle in your pussy, mousie.” she purred at Batwoman. “I said to ride it.”
She used her claw to open a box slowly. “Fuck yourself with it. You’ve got to fill it up, lover.” she says warmly in a husky tone, very pleased with what she thought she could do with her captive.

“I don’t…..remember…, saying I would, Catwoman. You may have me like this…., b, but I’m not your sex toy.”

Fighting the urge to do as she was told, Batwoman tried to bluff her way through the moment, while she desperately tried to regain her strength. She could feel her mind clearing every so slightly, and for the most part her body was cooling off, but somehow Batwoman didn’t think either would last for long.

“Oh, you still don’t get it yet, do you?” She pulled a pack out of the box, then another.”You’re mine. And why a mere Sex toy? Why not something deeper? Don’t I set your body ablaze in pleasure? Don’t I make you cum? Of course I do. Why fight it?”

She walked over to Batowman setting the unmarked packages down, then set about checking the shackles making sure they’re secure on Batwoman’s wrists as she pressed a deep, warm kiss to her mouth. “Mmmhnnnn!”

“I’m your only if I agree to be yours, and with my wrists shackled I can’t make such a decision. But yes, you do things to me that no one has done in the past. How did you know?”

Her eyes held to those of her captor, Batwoman couldn’t help but glance down at the two boxes below her stretched body, any more than she could keep from admitting her desire for the woman before her. Her body had been denied for far too long, and Catwoman knew how to service her body like no other woman ever had.

“I do now.” Holly smirked at Batwoman, humiliating her as she confirmed the fact. She grabbed Batwoman’s tits firmly, then rolled back the latex that covered them making them bulge away from her body, pinched, and squeezed at the base by the latex using her costume against her. “Lucky you, I’m going to spoil you.”

She then opened the box, and revealed a milking machine. Well, a kinky one. She brought the cups to Batwoman’s forcibly perked tits then applied them, not with suction but rough metal nipple clamps. Batwoman could feel a row of rough teeth along the inside of the cup. Enough to sting, but not break skin. “Want me to turn it on, mousie?” she grinned at Batwoman.

“Uhhhhh….you bitch….uuuummmmmmmm. And would it matter if I did?”

Her eyes going wide when her breasts were squeezed by her own costume, Batwoman groaned out in pleasurable pain as the milkers were pushed and twisted into place, covering her breasts even as the tip of the end piece touched her erect nipples.

“You don’t have to do this you know?”

“You’re right, but how often do I get to ruin a perfectly sexy woman for others?” she suddenly threw a knee into Batwoman’s gut at close range asserting herself. “Make those tits jiggle while they get sucked on?” She stepped on the button to turn them on, and the machine came to life letting go of her nipples as it sucked her flesh hard into the cups letting those lil’ teeth bite in to her skin shallowly. The machine stopped sucking and the nipple clips latched back on firmly, then the process repeated.

Batwoman snapped her head back the instant the powerful sensations slammed into her brain. Her breasts were on fire from the milking machine’s teeth but even though they hurt to a degree, they also excited her to no end. Squirming in the bonds, Batwoman groaned deeply after only moments, telling Catwoman she had her prey exactly where she wanted her.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”

She grabbed Batwoman’s hair, then tilted her head to force her to look at her, then held up the bottle to Batwoman’s face. “I plan on raping you until your cum fills this bottle, then I’m going to take it with me as a trophy that I RAPED you into a mewling, cum soaked mess!” She rammed her knee into Batwoman’s cunt, then then she forced her to look at the level of liquid in the bottle. “Lucky you, the bottle isn’t full… but it’s pretty close. Lets fix that, hm?” She kneed Batwoman in the gut again to loosen her jaw before she jammed the bottle into her mouth pulling her hair to make her head back, forcing the cum to pour into Batwoman’s mouth. “DRINK, WHORE! Drink it all!” she said with a sadistic smile. “Taste the results of what I did to you so far. Taste what your slutty cunt made!”

She loved the fact there was no milk coming from Batwoman’s magnificent tits. The machine wouldn’t stop because of that, and it would keep mauling her tits.

“OOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF……..uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh…., bitch, that…..ooofffffffff.”

Taken down by the two hard blows, Batwoman barely had time to think of a reply before the bottle was rammed into her mouth. Even as it was, the edge nearly broke two of her upper teeth, but though painful, that memory was soon forgotten when her own cum started to run down her throat.

Twisting her head didn’t help much as Catwoman had a firm grip on her hair but the cum wasn’t really affecting her as she had tasted it well enough before…, and if this whore thought this act would break her, then she was the dumbest bitch Batwoman had even met.

She held the bottle in Batwoman’s mouth as the quart of liquid fell into her mouth. She rammed her knee into Batwoman’s cunt again, then started grinding it against her clit through the latex.

“Every woman you fuck, every woman that claws your back, you’ll wish, in the back of your mind, that the bimbo was me crushing you with lust, making you cum and scream… and beg for more!” She raked her teeth on Batwoman’s neck.

“You’ll know a simple fact… That they can’t match my prowess. That they can’t satisfy your pussy as it aches and aches making you into a nymphomaniac slut that only wants more! That’s when you’ll come crawling back to me, then I will own your body, and bathe in your cum!”

Anger and pain mixed in her ravaged brain like pea soup, making it extremely difficult to make out what the Catwoman was saying to her, if she was even talking. Her cunt was seething from the repeated cunt busters that the woman was applying to her, as if Catwoman wanted to destroy Batwoman’s sex altogether, and if she did, she was doing a fine job of it.

Seeing stars dance in front of her mask, Batwoman fluttered her eyes and shook her head to stay conscious, though why, with all the intense tortures she was getting, she didn’t understand. Still, in all the midst of the crap going on, Batwoman still managed to pull her head away from the bottle just enough to pit a mouthful of her cum into Catwoman’s face, before telling her what she thought.

“Go fuck yourself, bitch.”

Holly flinched as the cum was spat in her face, then laughed. She grabbed Batwoman’s mask, then lifted it before she wedged the bottle’s opening into it pouring the rest of the hot cum into it, forcing it into Batwoman’s hair.

“No, I’m going to fuck you. To death if I want…”

She kissed Batwoman roughly on her mouth as she reached out to the remote to the chain, then pressed a button. Suddenly Batwoman dropped and then found herself head and shoulders on the floor with the rest of her body pointed towards the ceiling, her left leg in Holly’s firm grasp. A high heeled boot suddenly entrapped Batwoman’s neck punning it to the floor between the stiletto heel, and the ball of the foot, and it was lightly choking her. Holly straddled Batwoman’s cunt scissoring her. She looked down at Batwoman’s face licking her lips as she pressed their cunts together, then made a teasing circular gyration of her hips that ground their cunts together.

The fall hurt like hell, but it served to break Batwoman out of her stupor if only for a moment. For the first time the woman had made a mistake and it was going to cost her dearly, if Batwoman had anything to say in the matter.

In moments Catwoman, or whoever this was, was grinding her own cunt against Batwoman’s, making them both hot, but the movement had also been the woman’s second mistake…, one she would not soon forget.

Bringing the one free leg around from behind her, Batwoman wrapped it around Holly’s throat and yanked it back, pulling the Catwoman off her body and to the floor in one swift move. At the same time, Batwoman worked the shackles that had now become loose with the fall, opening the both of them just as the Catwoman’s body impacted the floor.

Completing the motion begun with her leg, Batwoman reached up and grabbed the chains holding her legs aloft and pulled her upper body up them, until she was almost standing and well above the Catwoman who was now just getting to her feet….the times had changed, at least for now.

Holly looked up at Batwoman from the floor groaning in pain. She writhed in agony with a defeated look on her face… just long enough for her hand to grasp the whip at her hip, then snap it around Batwoman’s neck followed by a swift jerk and her arms striking Batwoman’s ankles to knock her to the floor. Holly quickly moved to put her shoulders against the back of Batwoman’s knees, then shove them to her shoulders pinning her down. The whip is quickly used to tie her ankles to her neck.

“I’m NOT done with you!” She started running their cunts together. “I need you so much.” she licked her lips at Batwoman trying to in her wrists to the floor with her hands. “Why fight when you can enjoy it?” she moaned watching the milking machine still attached to her tits.

“AARRGGGHHHH……………….mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.. Why force it when we can both enjoy it?”

Falling and pinned for the moment, Batwoman struggled to get free of the hold, managing to twist her body well enough to get some freedom of movement. Grasping the cups attached to her nearly raw breasts, she all but ripped them off of chest and then used them as a weapon, whipping the cups around and up behind her in the hope of delivering at least some pain to this woman.

“You said earlier I had the wrong Catwoman…, if so we need not be enemies. Think about it…”

“Augh!” She recoiled from the plastic cups striking her face. “Nnhn…” She continues grinding their latex clad cunts together with frustration in every stroke, then kisses Batwoman. “mmhmm, both enjoy it, hm? I’m listening.” Her warm breath caressed Batwoman’s neck as she began kissing her throat affectionately. “But I gotta cum…” She murmurs softly.

“Then free me and I’ll bring you off. I can give as good as I take, in case you don’t know that.”

Grabbing Holly by the arm, Batwoman looked her in the eyes and smiled, trying to ease the woman’s frustrations if she could. A place she herself had been too many a day, Batwoman knew at least some of what this exotic Catwoman was going through and perhaps they could service each other tonight.

“I won’t hurt you.”

Freed, Batwoman got to her feet and approached Catwoman slowly, her hands caressing the woman’s upper arms before she stepped closer still to deliver a hot hungry kiss. Their breasts smashed together, Batwoman put her thigh against Catwoman’s pussy and rubbed it slowly, hoping she was not making a mistake.

“Don’t be gentle.” she coaxed Batwoman, indicating sheliked it rough. Holly kissed back with an intense passion wrapping her arms and a leg around Batwoman. She moaned deep into Batwoman’s mouth licking her tongue. Her hips buck against Batwoman’s hand softly, wanting, begging for every touch. It was so hot it nearly burned Batwoman’s hand, and there was so much love juice flowing to make wet slut noises and enough lube to let Batwoman do almost anythng she wanted to make Holly cum.

Hearing the request, Batwoman moved down Holly’s firm body, biting the front of her costume as she went. Sinking to her knees, she continued to lick and kiss her lover, if she dared call Catwoman that, while letting her right hand slide up and down her inner thigh…, before she drove the hand up into Holly’s wanting cunt, shoving four fingers straight against her G spot…

Her face contorted at the sudden and forceful intrusion followed by a cry of pleasure. “Ohhh!”
She slowly pushes Batwoman to the floor then moves to 69 Batwoman pressing her tongue to her clit through the latex. “I’m not so good at just enjoying it.” she murmured then began nibbling Batwoman through the latex.

“So be it………..” *BITE*

Biting down of Holly’s pussy, Batwoman ground the thin costume between her teeth for a few moments, and then clamped down altogether. Keeping the latex material between her teeth for a bit longer, Batwoman pulled her face away from Holly’s core and then paused…..counting down the seconds from ten in her head, before she released the tight latex, letting it slap against Catwoman’s abused cunt…, a sensation to be followed by a hard slap to her cunt…

Holly soon found herself digging her nails into Batwoman’s thighs careful not to claw her as she screamed in agony and pleasure. “UGH! OH GOD YES!” she felt her pussy quiver and convulse as she orgasmed. “Oh please! More~!” she practically sang out before she buried her face between Batwoman’s thighs tongue fucking through the little opening in the latex that leads to Batwoman’s pussy. All the while her body writhed as the sensations shot through her body making her nearly weep in joy.

Her mask covered in and out with cum, Batwoman barely heard the screams, but the vibrations radiating through her cunt told her all she needed to know. Biting down a second time, Batwoman suddenly paused when she felt something metalic, and after a careful search with her tongue, she knew it had to be a zipper.

In moments, the zipper was opened, exposing the cutiest pussy she had ever seen, but there was little time to dwell on its beauty, that would come later. Opening her mouth, Batwoman bit down on the raw flesh and pulled a second time, gringing Catwoman’s sweet smelling pussy lips between her teeth like a dog would worry a bone, before letting it go…, her actions quickly followed by three fingers in search of Catwoman’s clit..

Holly yelped, and screamed in pleasure and writhed on Batwoman in erotic ecstasy. “Ohhh.. OOHHH!” she flushed with color, as she unzipped a hole in Batwoman’s crotch wider then buried her tongue between her cum coated folds, smacking her lips and slurping lewdly as she loved every second of it. She stuffed two fingers in Batwoman’s pussy then pumped her sweet honey pot searching for her G-spot with every stroke while mewling in sheer pleasure.

Gasping when what was left of the material snapped back against her swollen pussy lips, Batwoman ground her pussy into Holly’s face ever so slowly, while she moved her face just as slowly across Holly’s invitingly wet snatch. Her finger, already inside had found the all elusive nub and had just started to pinch it, grinding it as well, to keep her lover hot as hell, while setting her up for the next part…

“Oh, I love you…” Holly murmured kissing Batwoman’s clit madly, then scissoring her fingers inside her pussy rubbing her G-spot and pressing towards her anus adding pressure to simulate anal without the penetration. She started dragging her tongue over Batwoman’s clit over and over again.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmm.”

Her head snapping back the instant Holly’s hot tongue slid across her raw clit, Batwoman groaned deeply and exploded in orgasm, sending her hot love juices onto Holly’s buried face. No other woman had ever taken her this way before, and Kathy doubted any would in the future aside from this woman. She was hers for the taking if Holly wanted her.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm….love…………you……..mmmmmmmmm.”

“mmhphh!MMPH!” she sucked and licked every last drop of cum out of Batwoman’s pussy while rubbing her clit with her fingers in a rapid circular motion. “Give it to me, baby…” she moaned sensually then started tongue fucking Batwoman with her lips making a tight sucking seal on her pussy rim.

Batwoman was giving as good as she took, but the entire night had worn on her body. Getting weaker by the minute, she drove herself harder to please and pleasure Catwoman, but there was only so much energy left in her luscious body. In minutes, her mind started to shut down as a thick fog of fatigue started to set in but still, she lickes and sucked every once of cum her tongue and fingers could reach, until she finally could do no more….

“Mmmmmmmm…, so…, so weak.. uuuhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Holly pressed a deep kiss to Batwoman’s mouth then wrapped her up in her cape, then got her utility belt, and other things, then took Batwoman to her safe house.

Holly took Batwoman to her safe house, well one of them, and immediately to bed where she laid a helpless limp Batwoman on those silken sheets. She couldn’t move and that was the best kind of bondage to her. Nothing to get in the way, just a helpless woman to ra- enjoy.
She started slow, pressing a deep, meaningful kiss to Batwoman’s mouth, then carefully started stripping her, but not so carefully tossed her clothes aside. First her cape, while kissing her neck. Batwoman’s limp neck, and head movements turning her on.

Then her top was peeled off with kisses running along her torso as it was bared, with particular attention, and licks to her abused tits as if she were kissing them all better.

Then her beautiful waist line, then her still sopping wet cunt. She tongue bathed her cunt clean with an insatiable taste for Batwoman’s cum.

Her thighs were bared next, and Holly delighted in licking the smooth firm flesh of her legs with a sensual purr.

She kissed and licked those firm calf muscles and continued her show of adoration for every inch of Batwoman’s body.

The rest of her clothes came off with her boots. Holly purred and licked Batwoman’s ankles, holding her legs up as if she were the catch of the day.

She purred as she moved to Batwoman’s arms, taking her hands by the wrist, then licking her fingers for traces of cum. She sucked each finger in turn as she laid between Batwoman’s legs.

She got to her knees then Holly surveyed Batwoman’s naked body not interested in removing her mask with appreciative eyes as if Batwoman were her greatest treasure. Holly then laid forward, and began to nuzzle Batwoman with extreme warmth and affection, then cuddled up to let her rest putting away the thoughts of continued sex.

For now anyhow…

Semi-conscious through most of the experience, Batwoman lay motionless and let Catwoman do her magic. Every fiber of her being yelled out for more attention, more licks – kisses – fingerings, more of everything, but even as it did, her body refused to cooperate. Batwoman’s body had been ravaged by an expert and it needed time to heal. She in turn needed time to regain her strength before anything continued.

Fading off to a deep, fitful sleep, Batwoman dreamt of the night, of the intoxicatingly beautiful woman who had all but conquered her sexually and of what might become of them. They were enemies, women on opposite sides of the law and each of them were as dedicated to their beliefs as any could be…, and yet, unless Batwoman was mistaken, they were in love.

How long she was out, Batwoman had no idea as there weren’t any windows in the room, but when she woke, her naked body was covered by a satin sheet and beside her was Catwoman, equally naked save for her mask, which Batwoman was all too surprised to find she still had on as well.

Staying quiet, Batwoman just laid there and watched the enticing women sleep. Her breasts rose and fell in smooth motions, pushing her red nipples, also asleep from the way they looked, up and down toward her very eyes. Unable to stand any more torture, Batwoman leaned in slowly and gently lip-bit Catwoman’s left nipple, only to pull ig back, letting it snap back to her smooth breast.

Even as she moved in for another gentle nibble, her prey for the morning rolled onto her side, but that only served to give Batwoman a better target, something she used to her advantage when she lowered her head to Catwoman’s right breast and started to suck and lick the hardening nipple.

Holly seemed to be a heavy sleeper, or perhaps the loving attention was affecting her dreams. She merely let out a low, sensual series of moans and her cunt moistened a bit more at every touch to her sensitive breasts. Maybe it was Batwoman’s turn to enjoy a semi-conscious woman?

It was oh so fitting that Holly dreamt of Batwoman in a scene much like the time they met, save it was more consenting. Images burned to memory of every inch of Batwoman’s creamy, silky naked flesh over taught muscle in the throes of orgasm. Quivering, and thrashing, and spasming with mind melting joy, much like the time they met… And then as Batwoman played with her nipples in reality, the dream turned tender as they embraced and Batwoman did her magic.

Batwoman listened to the soft moans and paused, before she puled her head back to look into Catwoman’s eyes. Seeing she was still alseep, Batwoman cupped the breast she was working on and then lowered her head…, only to engulf the areola, nipple and all into her hot mouth. she moaned softly at the feel of the growing nub against her tongue and then slowly, methodically sucked the little bud to rick solid hardness, her suckling becoming harder and faster as time went by…, as if she were trying to return the favor of the milking the night before.

Her tongue sliding all around the nipple, Batwoman let go of the orb and let her free hand slide down Holly’s well toned, yet velvety soft skin, as she moved for her lover’s pussy. Palming it ever so slowly four or five times, Batwoman finally sank two fingers into Catwoman’s slit, her fingers made wet and slippery by the cum already present…, and in no time at all, Batwoman was flicking the tiny but extremely sensitive bud with her index finger…

The feline theme criminal writhed on the bed moaning more, and more. She either was one of the heaviest sleepers in the world having one hell of a wet dream, or she were feigning sleep perfectly.
Her wet cunt made her silky smooth skin even smoother, and easier to rub as it was spread over her cunt.

Wondering about her lover for a moment, Batwoman got out of bed and walked about the room, ignoring the shredded costume that draped the floor. In minutes she was searching for anything and everything that could be used on her sleeping love bug, expecting to find spoons and or hair dryers, but the discovery of a battery operated strap on blew her away

Smiling, Batwoman did her part and put the strap on around her waist, before she climbed back onto the bed. Getting between her lover’s legs, she slapped them aside until Holly was in a spread eagle lay, and wide enough for her own body to lay down on her…, which Batwoman did, seconds after sliding the round, ribbed, and pulsating dildo into Catwoman’s inviting snatch.

And so the migty strap-on plunged into Holly’s pussy, and she screamed out and woke up “Oh! AAH! Aaaah! Wh-…AAAH! Y-You!!” She gasped, and panted throwing her arms and legs around Batwoman kissing her before she could reply urging her to continue with a smile on her kissing lips. She fed Batwoman rapid, needy moans as if begging for her to use that strap on.

“So you *kiss* were *kiss* really asleep *kiss*.”

Pumping her Catwoman for all she was worth, Batwoman would pull the dildo out slowly and then ram it back in fast, over and over again, even as she mauled the woman’s tits with her teeth. Back and forth, back and forth Batwoman went, their body’s in sync, both moving to the natural rhythm of the pounding beat.

“Oh fuck! Oh FUCK! OH FUCK! OOOOH FUUUUUUuuUUUUCK!” Holly screamed out drowning in lust curling her toes and clawing Batwoman’s back. “UUUUUUUUUUHNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” She screamed again, then let a hand slip between Batwoman’s thighs to her pussy where she begins fingering while panting heatedly.

“Oh no you don’t, little one, not this time.”

Feeling the fingers slide inside her cunt, Batwoman quickly grabebd her lover’s wrists and shoved them behind Catwoman’s back, and held them in her right hand moments before Batwoman grabbed a fist full of Holly’s hair and yanked her head back forcibly.

“Tonight, you are mine.”

Holly whimpered as she she were forced into submission by brute power, and the best fucking she can remember. Being at someone’s mercy, and taken with so must lust, she is left in a slutty daze with only her legs around Batwoman’s hips. “Ohhhh.. yessssss!” she could feel her whole body reacting to the pleasure being pumped into her. “UAAAAAAAAHH!!!” she cried out as her body twisted and she exploded in orgasm as she were being hammered into her bed. Her lips parted and she were left only able to breathe, and stare at the headboard as her eyes rolled back. Drool pooled at the corner of her mouth as she endured the rough sex.

Continuing the heated sex, Batwoman flipped the switch to put the dildo on high power, and then rammed it home in Holly’s abused cunt. Their bodies on motion, Batwoman reached into the nightstand next to the bed and smiled when she found a set of padded cuffs, which brought an evil thought to her mind.

Hesitating for only a few seconds, Batwoman clasped first one cuff then the other to her lover’s wrists and shackled the other ends to the thick pipes that made the head board…, and then paused….pulling the dildo out as she did.

“I think you are too hot little one…perhaps a chance to cool off, then?”

Sliding off the bed, Batwoman took off the strap on and shoved it deep inside Holly’s sopping wet pussy, before she headed out of the room. Noise could be heard in the small kitchen, telling Holly that her lover was searching for something before all —- went —- quiet.

“Here we go….this is just what you need.”

Without so much as an excuse me, Batwoman pulled the dildo from its new home and laid it down on Holly’s mouth so she could both lick and inhale her own cum. Waiting for her lover to take the first lick, Batwoman fingered three large ice cubes into Holly’s heated cunt and smiled….before she patted her lover’s core softly, switching them to harder slaps in moments.

Batwoman’s captive kitty exhaled, and whimpered feeling the void in her pussy that remained when Batwoman took out the marvelous toy. She struggled in futility against the cuffs that restrained her, then that void was filled again with pure pleasure in latex covered plastic form. She moaned and moaned as her twitching pussy squeezed the toy.

Batwoman returned to a dazed and out of it Holly, and when offered the toy to lick, she sucked it into her mouth then licked the tip with a deep moan.

She whimpered and nearly cried when the ice cubes were shoved into her wet cunt, crying out in that blissful mix of pain and pleasure with the dildo gagging her. She yelped with every slap to her sensitive cunt as her legs tensed keeping her in that spread legged position. She could barely see straight with the sheer pleasure in her body.

Batwoman had a fiest before her eyes that few could behold if even once even in a lifetime….the writhing form of a hot lover in a cum-soaked bed – sweat beading upon her naked flesh even as her tongue licked at her own cum.

Smiling, Batwoman did the onl;y thing she could think of and took the strap on from her lover’s mouth, before she slid it back into her steaming wet cunt with her hand…to begin the slow but steady push and pulls of the deviously evil, pulsating monster. Batwoman knew Catwoman was almost ready, but the term was *almost* and that meant she would have to get her lover ready for the next part….

…so without further ado, Batwoman started to alternate the dildo’s use…inside each of their cunts….Holly’s – hers – Holly’s hers – Holly’s – hers….

Holly licked her lips seeing the dildo enter Batwoman, then groaned out loudly as the dildo pressed into her pussy moving the melting ice cubes in her which made her scream in pleasure, then her pussy sucked and smerped the dildo on it’s out of her wanting cunt. She loved it every time the process repeated tugging the cuffs, and squirming with delight with a look of pure orgasmic bliss on her face.

Batwoman looked into Catwoman’s masked face for but a moment, but in that moment, the expression told her that her lover was indeed ready to be taken utterly. Working the dildo in and out of her cunt, Batwoman got onto the bed and straddled her lover…, before she slowly edged backward, until her own dripping wet cunt was above her lover’s face.

Batwoman had but one idea in her mind, that of face fucking Catwoman, and in seconds, she had sat down upon her lover’s face to do just that. Her left hand pumping the dildo in and out, Batwoman used her right hand to slap and maul Catwoman’s breasts, even as she ground her own cunt into Catwoman’s face…..

“Take this slut….eat me out now!!!”

Holly wraps her mouth around Batwoman’s pretty cunt with extreme eagerness! She sucked and slurped, and licked rabidly, venting her pleasure into Batwoman’s sweet meat. Her body danced with erotic squirming, and bucking movements as Batwoman abused it, and pleasured it at all the same time.

It was all she could do to keep up the pressure but then there was one last thing she could do, and Batwoman knew that. Adjusting her position, she brought her legs up to her ass and then slid her thighs through the pipes of the head board, so that their bodies were in a classic 69 position.

Without hesitation, Batwoman pulled the dildo out of Catwoman’s inviting cunt and then buried her face into it, using her tongue to clean her lover out, licking and sucking, with each stroke of her hot tongue slapping Holly’s clit hard.

Her mouth finally broke the death grip on BW’s pussy to gasp, then cry out before she started to flicker her tongue inside her lover’s pussy, licking, and lapping, and probing her delicious cunt. Her lips sucked back onto her cunt, and her lower teeth rake BW’s clit as if Holly were biting into a sweet, juicy peach. The corners of her mouth pulled away letting BW know just how juicy her pussy was as slurping sounds were made every time. And oh how Holly moaned in delight as her lover assaulted her pussy orally!

Her face in Holly’s cunt, Batwoman licked and sucked every facet of her lover’s being, while her finger nails raked her inner thighs. Her tongue was like a monster as it went this way and that, up and down, across Holly’s sore clit, before Batwoman paused the attack and brought her head up.

Pausing for but a moment, Batwoman buried her face in her lover’s pussy again, but this time she bit down on Holly’s ultra sensitive pussy lips and then pulled back up….only to slide two fingers of each hand into her cunt to finish her off.

“Aaauuuhhh! Ooooohhh! Aaaaahhhh!!” she moaned then dive back into BW’s pussy wishing she could finger her back, but does everything she can with her tongue wanting to please her lover. She cries out, and tries hard to hold back the orgasm that’s coming, wanting more of BW’s sweet attentions.

Batwoman knew she was close, and she wanted to bring her lover off like she had never been brought off before. Thinking quickly, Batwoman shifted her position yet again, before she stood on her knees towering above Catwoman.

Grabbing the strap on, she took the actual dildo off the leather harness and licked it slowly, knowing Catwoman was watching her every move, only then to look down and slide the dildo into her own cunt…before she leaned down, and gliced the other end of the shaft into Holly’s cunt, so that each person’s movements would fuck their partner like mad…

“Ohhh, YESSSSS!” She threw her legs around Batwoman then started fucking her wildly crying out in pleasure, making her tits dance with every thrust. Her legs squeezed tight around Batwoman not letting her escape this time. She looked deep into Batwoman’s eyes then moaned “Cumm.. Cum with me..” she bit her lower lip, fucking Batwoman with every muscle in her body making the headboard creak as she pulled on the cuffs adding more power, speed and leverage to the thrusts.

Smiling for but a moment, Batwoman threw her head back when Holly attacked. She was close to her own orgasm and Batwoman could tell it was going to be a very powerful one, one that might let Catwoman take control at last, but she didn’t care any more. Pausing long enough to reach for her mask, Batwoman pulled it from her face to reveal her secret identity, knowing that Catwoman now had the key to her demise if she ever wanted to use it…

“Your face is beautiful.” Holly murmurs at Batwoman unable to place the face to anyone she knew. All she wanted to do is kiss those lips, and she leaned to do so, but her orgasm came, and came hard making her sing a song made of sounds of pleasure into Batwoman’s ear. She bucked, and spasmed wildly under her lover as she spurted cum and melted ice around the dildo with a lovely orgasm face crossing her visage.

Her own orgasm announced its arrival seconds after her lover’s did, equally weakening them both in the process. Letting her body cool for a bit, Batwoman soon slid off Catwoman’s sweaty body and left the room to take a shower…, knowing the hot water would revive her energies like nothing else would.

Minutes passed, until Batwoman finally returned and freed Catwoman of the cuffs, before she guided her into the awaiting hot shower to cleanse themselves of the cum. Letting Holly go in first, Batwoman followed and then closed the door, before she leaned down to deliver a series of soft, loving nip kisses on Holly’s left shoulder and neck from behind…

“ohh, I’m in heaven, lover.” She rubbed herself with the warm water, letting it soak into her body, and wash away the thick smell of sex. Holly pulled off her mask, then turned to Batwoman, kissing her pretty mouth while putting her mask away. “I love you, and I had no idea love could feel so good.” she purrs at Batwoman, caressing her body softly. “even without your mask, I don’t know who you are, but I’m sure we can find out about each other.” She presses her body to Batwoman’s warmly feeling the massage head beating on her back.

“If we wish to yes, but I don’t want to know more about that I have already. I love a bit of mystery and you, Catwoman, you are my most cherished mystery.”

Holding Holly at arms length, Batwoman let the hot water cascade down between their equally hot bodies for a few moments, before she leaned ion to give Holly a very delicate, lovign kiss.

“Mmhhnnn…” she returned the kiss with adoration, slipping her arms around Batwoman’s neck softly, seeming so very happy. She moaned at the delicious feeling on her mouth that is Batwoman’s mouth, and she licked at Batwoman’s tongue. The world around her seemed so inconsequential with Batwoman in her arms, and their lips pressed together.

Their bodies glowed from the wetness of the hot water cascading down upon them from the two opposing shower heads, basking them in warmth, but it didn’t compare to their inner warmth, their love for each other…., their heat. Pushed back against a wall by her lover, Batwoman found herself being turned around and then pressed face first against the glass shower wall, smashing her breasts against it, even as Holly moved in to pin her there.

For long moments, Batwoman wondered what was about to happen, a concern made worse when the girl kicked her legs open to spread them and then told Batwoman to stay where she was. Wondering whether she should look around her, Batwoman heard Holly leave and then come back, before she stepped back into the shower and pressed something between Batwoman’s ass cheeks, from the feel of it another dildo…

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, baby….yessssssssssssssss.”

What Holly wouldn’t do to see the image of Batwoman’s luscious body pressed against that glass. Especially as she slowly slid the dildo between her ass cheeks then fucked between them slowly and playfully letting the soapy water lube the toy. “Oh, you’re so hooot, lover..” She groaned lustily into Batwoman’s ear grasping her hips then she slowly inserted the tip of the dildo into Batwoman’s cute lil’ anus looking forward to fucking, and maybe ruining her in that hole, too. She gyrates her hips and slowly pushes the dildo until her hips touch her sexy ass torturing her with care.

“Ohhhhhh, uuhhhhhhhh, never – – been done, anally before…., uuuhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Her first ever anal fucking and Batwoman had no idea it would be so damn hot. Squirming ever so slowly under the forced rape, Batwoman’s body came alive with erotic sensations that nearly blew her mind away. She could feel the dildo sliding in and out of her ass cheeks, made slippery by the soap that now lubed her naked body, and with out thinking her hands went up to her own breasts to cup them, before her thumbs began to flip her nipples roughly.

Holly licked her lips then ran her hand over the transparent plastic wall that made up the shower door clearing away the fog from it revealing an adjacent mirror that reflected the loving lesbians perfectly, especially the dildo pumping in and out of Batwoman’s virgin ass behind Batwoman’s sopping wet cunt. Holly, driven wild by the sight pressed Batwoman against the clear wall holding her wrists against the clear plastic.

It was such an erotic sight to see Batwoman’s legs spread for stability forced to the balls of her feet with her ass sticking out just a little with her upper body flattened against the wall. Holly could see both sides and damn that made her horny!

She watched as Batwoman’s breasts flatten against the near invisible partition, then rolled, smeared, and ground against the wall as Holly butt fucked her. “Uhnnn! Oh god that’s sexy!!” She shouts in delight, then leans forward near Batwoman’s face which was pressed to the glass on one side, the other almost forced to look behind her. “You love it up the ass don’t you? You love it when I fuck you no matter the hole, hm?” she said in a sexy exhale.

Batwoman had to admit it was a hot idea, but she was not about to say it, at least not yet. Her wet body sliding against the glass, she gasped when Holly wiped away the steam to reveal the full-length mirror just outside, and for the first time, she could see what was happening to her, a scene that made her so horny that she exploded in full blown excitement, sending her hot cum down the length of the shaft toward her lover’s equally hot abs.

“Oooohhhhh…, FUCK…..yeeeeeesssssssssssssssssssss.”

Holly groaned in intense lust “Oh, look at you cumming!” Holly grabbed the back of Batwoman’s head via a handful of hair and made her watch herself orgasm. “Lets see that again…” Holly’s other hand slid to Batwoman’s slit then used the pinky and thumb to spread her lips before inserting her other three fingers into Batwoman’s cunt. Holly smirked then leaned back to the far wall from the mirror taking Batwoman with her reversing the angle putting her pussy in clear view along with the thick clear jelly cock crammed up her cute ass over and over again covered in cum, and soap suds. The shower’s massage head blasted Batwoman’s tits as Holly took her cunt and ass roughly making her tits jiggle. Holly made Batwoman watch it all in the mirror.

“Oh God…, OH God…, OH God…, this is so fucking hot…, can’t begin to take it all.”

Every woman had her limits when it came to sexual encounters, and Batwoman knew hers was two. Attacked from three different directions at once, the heroine couldn’t possibly resist them all, and to have to see her body erupt, not to mention her cum sliding down her lover’s legs, only served to make Batwoman even hotter.

“Gggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

Holly practically scooped cum from Batwoman’s pussy then moved her cum drenched fingers to Batwoman’s mouth rubbing her lips with them leaving treads of the sticky liquid, and letting her taste it as she switched hands, and continued finger fucking her, and pounding her sweet, tight ass.

“Mmmhmm, it feels good doesn’t it? It tastes good, doesn’t it?” she murmured into Batwoman’s ear.

Screaming out in both pleasure and pain, Batwoman achieved another powerful orgasm coating her inner thighs with her sticky love juices. In minutes, her mind was mush, as her head rolled from side to side like a puppet on a string, even as her arms hung limply at her sides.

Her groans mingled with softer moans telling Holly that she had at last broken the superheroine’s spirit and that Batwoman was now ripe for the taking….to love, to spoil, but most of all, to dominate.

A small laugh of victory escaped Holly’s lips. “You are mine now… Mind, body, and heart, aren’t you?” she pulled out her fingers letting Batwoman’s cum spray onto the glass wall, and let Batwoman see her own pussy as it orgasms.

Her hands grasped Batwoman’s glorious tits then squeezed them playfully looking at her defeated lover in the mirror exposed and degraded with the dildo in her ass hole, her thigh spread.
Oh what a glorious treasure Batwoman is! she thought to herself.

“Uummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…., yesssssss, can’t – fight – you…., oohhhhhhhhhh…, resist.”

Her breasts grabbed from behind, Batwoman quickly fell back against her lovers body. Her eyes were transfixed on the her own orgasmic show that she could see in the rapidly fogging mirror, but her mind did belong to Holly.

Slapped up against the side of the shower glass a second time, Kate found herself flipped arounds and then pushed, guided to her knees, before Holly stepped forward and brought her own excited pussy to Batwoman’s face, saying but one thing, giving but one order, and to do it now.

“Eat me, Batwoman…, do it now.”

Holly looked down fondly at Batwoman and bit her lower lip with anticipation of her lover’s oral attentions. Her pussy ached for it. Ached for release. Holly’s hands caressed Batwoman’s hair gently and urged her on a bit, needing it so very much! In the back of her mind she realized she couldn’t just abuse this. She may have had Batwoman as a virtual sex slave, but… love factored in. But that doesn’t mean there won’t be kink in this loving relationship.

Complying as she was ordered, Batwoman leaned forward and drove a long, slow lick straight up Holly’s pussy, before sinking her tongue into her over’s slit, burying her nose in seconds. Working slowly at first, she soon picked up the pace – moving her tongue all around her lover’s sopping wet cunt, while sucking and licking all of the love juices she could find baking inside Holly, knowing that what she was doing was going to turn her on.

Holly groaned loudly as she leaned against the wall. Oh how she enjoyed Batwoman as she sucked and licked the strength out of her knees and the cum from her sweet honey pot.

Holly reached up then grasped a pole over head to hold herself up as she draped her legs over Batwoman’s shoulders gently. Her cunt bucked softly against Batwoman’s mouth and urged her on. She further urged Batwoman on with loud joyous moans as she watched her clean shaven cunt devoured by her lover. What a beautiful view she had as she looked between her bounching breasts to Batwoman.

Batwoman continued to eat Holly out, letting her tongue slide this way and that, while making sure to flick it across her lover’s sensitive clit when she could. Grabbing a bar of soap off the floor, she brought it up to Holly’s ass and started to slide the hard, yet oh so soft bar up and down between her ass cheeks, even as her teeth clamped down for a moment on the excited nub.

“Eerrgh!” she gasped as her pretty ass was spread by that slippery bar of soap in Batwoman’s expert hand. She hung on for dear life to that bar as her concentration was being tested severely as it was by her sexy night goddess. Her head started to roll on her shoulders and her toes curled. “Oh-AAHHNN, darling, that feels greaaat.” she moaned out.

Batwoman moaned into Holly’s cunt, letting the vibrations send chills up her lover’s spine. Leaving the bar at the top of Holly’s ass so that it would slowly slide down between her cheeks, Batwoman sank her finger nails into Holly’s ass and squeezed, exactly at the same time as her teeth bit down on the nub, letting her own excited tongue flick the hell out of Holly’s clit.

“UuuhAAAAAH!!!” she bucked as the pain shot through her body suddenly after the sweet purr. Her body twisted and her tits bounced violently as she reached orgasm. Her thighs grabbed Batwoman’s head in a firm hug, and her heels pressed to her back which further forced her fiery red headed lover to her cunt. Her mouth watered as her body endured the mind shattering mix of pain and pleasure, and her cum gushed in such a slutty way.

Batwoman felt her lover’s pussy tighten and knew she was about to explode.., telling Batwoman it was time to increase the attentions she was giving. Dropping her left hand to the floor, she blindly felt around for the one thing that was needed, thankfully finding it in moments, and pulling it to her knee.

Grabbing the discarded tool, Kate pulled her face off her lover’s cum soaked cunt just long enough to ram the dildo home a few times, pushing and pulling it in and out of her tight twat, while sucking and licking whatever the long – hard – plastic caught from inside.

Holly gasped and screamed to the rhythm of the toy as it’s plunged into her teenaged pussy over and over again. It was torture to her as she forced herself to hang on as her pussy is lovingly violated by the toy. Sweat mixed with the shower water as it poured off her steamy hot body. Her mouth practically drooled, but her succulent young cunt definitely did as she enjoyed every lust filled moment they shared. She had no idea it could feel this good!

Sucking and licking like her very life depended on it, Batwoman continued to bring Holly ever closer to what she knew would be a super nova, or multiple orgasm. She had seen the young woman climax here and there, but to achieve a multiple, Batwoman knew she’d have to pull out all the stops.

Pulling her face from inside Holly’s steaming hot cunt, Batwoman let the hot waters of the shower cleanse her face before she looked around to find just the sight tool….spotting exactly what she needed in seconds.

Reaching out of the shower area, Batwoman pulled a shop vacuum cleaner over to where she was kneeling and then plugged it in…before she reached up with the narrow nozzle so that Holly’s nipples could be forcibly sucked by the machine, even as her tongue went back to work licking Holly’s clit….while the dildo did its magic elsewhere…

“Wh-What are you? OH GOD!” Holly screamed as the shop vac brutalized her nipple. “God, oh god!” she screamed, then exploded in the desired multiple orgasms that nearly made her pass out as lust and pleasure overwhelmed her. She lost her grip on the bar and was only held up by the friction of her back on the wall, and her thighs on Batwoman’s shoulders. Her body lost it’s strength under the intense attentions. “Uuuuhnnnaahhhhha uuuhh… aaaahhhh ahhhhh…” she was left to moan, and writhe on the floor defeated this time.

Batwoman smiled while she guided Holly’s body to the tile floor. Laying her softly upon it, Batwoman let the vacuum pull each nipple in turn, sucking the tiny buds up into the tube, before Batwoman pulled the end off, letting Holly’s nipples pop back to her orbs.

Thinking deviously, Kate then slid the nozzle along Holly’s pussy, before she switched the vacuum back on, noticing that even on the lowest setting it sucked her pussy lips up against the slender opening with ease….

Holly screamed, and reached orgasm again feeling her insides twisting in utter bliss. Her eyes rolled back and she couldn’t close her mouth due to the pleasure that filled her like air in a balloon. “Grrrhh!! aaahhh!” she did everything she could to not fully break. She didn’t want to beg for mercy from the utter power raping she’d endured.

Kate knew she had Holly just where she wanted her, but Kate wanted more. Twisting the slender angular nozzle into her lover’s slit, Kate searched for the all illusive clit only to find it seconds later.

Pausing so a scant second to move into the next phase, Batwoman flipped the switch again, the effect pulling the ultra sensitive nub into the nozzle just enough so that nearly all of it was being rubbed at the same time….

…meanwhile, Batwoman’s free hand brought the exhaust tube up to Holly’s lips, and then pushed it down into her mouth, letting Holly’s own hot cum flow into her wanting mouth.

“Take this my bitch.”

Holly screamed , and screamed in ecstasy. Her breathing heaved out as she panted desperately trying to keep her breath, and keep conscious. She tried her hardest to endure, but it was all almost too much. She couldn’t think of any way to regain control as she laid there as she groaned and screamed in delight.

All was going to plan and that was what Kate had wanted the whole time. She had no problem letting Holly be the dominant one in any relationship, but Kate brought experience with her, and she was proving that point with Holly.

Letting the two ends continue their suck and blow actions, Kate leaned down and clamped her teeth down upon Holly’s right nipple, and then started to grind it between her teeth, knowing she would draw blood if done too soon….

“Submit, Holly…..submit just this once…..”

“Yes, lover. I’m at your mercy.” she whimpered out unable to do anything more as pleasure exploded in her body like firecrackers. Her body was exhausted from everything, and she truly was at her lover’s mercy. Her arms spread, her fingers curled, she laid out before Batwoman so she could do anything she wanted.

“That is basically what I wanted to hear you say, my little Minx. Humm, Minx, I think that is what I’ll call you from now on, seeing as how you yourself stated you were not Catwoman. Now lets get you cleaned up.”

Standing, Batwoman pulled Holly to her feet and leaned her back against the wall, before she directed the shower head toward her body. Cleansing Holly of spent cum and sweat, Batwoman turned off the water and grabbed a towel, toweling Holly off first, before she did the same for herself.

Cradling the tired woman in her arms, Batwoman carried Holly to the bedroom and tucked her in, only then reaching for the utility belt that was laying on the table. Within a compartment was a thinner, yet wearable Batwoman costume, created for just such emergencies, and in minutes, Kate was dressed and ready to go out on her patrol.

“I need to continue tonight’s patrol. I wish for you to sleep, to be here when I return, but if you can’t be, I will understand.”

Turning swiftly,Batwoman headed for an open window and climbed through it, pausing only a moment to look back at the woman who had conquered her so easily. Blowing Holly a kiss, Batwoman slipped out into the night and disappeared, leaving the curtains to flutter in the breeze of her passing.

“I’ll get some rest, then. I love you. I’ll miss you.” Holly spoke to Batwoman in an orgasmic haze. Her eyes slowly closed over and over again until she fell asleep with hopes of playing kinky with her lover again.

The night had been a heated one, what with being taken down so easily by a different Catwoman, but the experience had been hot, and Batwoman needed to vent some of that heat. Hearing the police scanners report of a break in at a latex factory, Batwoman had responded and just arrived to take out the group of burglars, all of them women, and from the looks of things some of Catwoman’s kittens.

The police had arrived, reports had been filled out, the kittens carted off to jail, leaving Kate in the factory alone to follow up on her own investigation, as well as shop around. Finding a hot looking gun metal gray catsuit, she had stripped out of her costume and donned the suit, enjoying the way it clung to her everywhere, exciting her nipples every bit as much as it did her core, and all points in between.

Finding a full length mirror, Batwoman stood in front of it and admired her body, while letting the room’s spot lights reflect of her every curve, exciting her to no end as they played off her luscious body.

The police report over the scanner attracted more than just Batwoman to the scene. Holly, who’d just finished her own lil’caper appeared behind Batwoman in the mirror. “Nice choice, sexy.” she said with a lusty purr and her hands behind her back. She approached slowly and licked her lips as she looked Batwoman over.

“Catwoman……, you were supposed to be resting. I…”

Surprised by Holly’s sudden appearance, Batwoman felt her nipples reacting, forcing her to look down at her breasts for a brief moment. Keeping her back to the sexy woman while she fought with her body’s arousal, Kate replied to the comment with one of her own without thinking of the consequences.

“It’s very tight in all the right places, has a relief zipper that runs between my legs, so that is all fine. The small padlock at the nape of my neck can’t stay there. Imaging if I got locked into this thing, I’d be helpless in no time.”

“Oh really? Helpless?” Holly raised her hands and wriggled her fingers at her with a silly gleam in her eye. “Sounds like that padlock is naughty.” she licked her lips, then lunged at Batwoman seeking to slip her arms around her neck, and get her digits on the padlock.

Though she was ready for such a move, Kate didn’t really know if she wanted to keep Holly from finding the padlock and locking it. Struggling anyway, Kate did alright until Holly pushed her upper body onto a desk and pinned her down, so she could get to the tiny, but strong padlock in her own time.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…, my breasts.”

Click goes the padlock as it snapped closed.

“Oh, your breasts indeed.” Holly pulled a syringe from behind her back, then jabbed it into one of Kate’s nipples injecting half the milky contents, then injected the other half into Kate’s other nipple while she licked her lips. She didn’t have that crazed look she had when she raped Kate the first time, though.

Kate could feel the latex tighten on her breasts as they rapidly grew right before their eyes, another cup size at least nearly pushing her nipples out of the needle holes.

“What the……….uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

Grabbing her breasts when she felt them growing, Batwoman rolled around on the desktop while she tried to relieve the strain of the already tight latex, but all that she did was pointless and in moments she just gave up, her body straddling the desk in a forty five degree angle.

“Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…, ooohhhhhhh.”

“Good, darling, you trust me.” Holly purred, then opened up the needle holes just enough for Batwoman’s nipples to pop out, though pinched by the constrictive holes.

“I bet you’re wondering what happened? Nothing dangerous, my lover.” she licked one of the hard nipples, then pinched it with her fingers. “Just activated your ability to produce milk, though it’s based on how excited you are.” She manipulated the nipple and made milk squirt out. “See?”

She grinned at Kate. “And kitten needs her milk.” she moaned then started sucking it from her breast with the other hand carelessly milked the other nipple with her other hand. Her other hand started to stroke Kate’s pussy, and tugged the latex and made the camel toe even tighter.

“Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..that feels……so good…, mmmmmm.”

Feeling Holly’s mouth on her nipple, the milk being sucked out, Batwoman squirmed ever so slightly, to keep her body closer to the edge. She had never experienced such delights as what Holly was doing to her now and her body screamed out for more attention, more caresses, more of everything.

“My, you’re awful compliant, lover…” She palmed Kate’s cunt, then rubbed her clit through the latex vigorously as she started to cover Kate’s latex covered tits with her own milk via the careless milking, then she licked it all up only to repeat the process. “Mmmhm the things I’m going to do you…” she purred.

“Uhhhhhhh, not compliant…., expedient. I’m here on a case and this needs to be wrapped up before we get caught like this, Minx.”

Her body aroused, Batwoman squirmed ever so deliciously upon the desk, giving her Minx, her Holly a show she wouldn’t forget. Kate was worried there might be someone still lurking about, just waiting for the opportunity to take her down, and though Kate knew she could handle that, placing Holly in that kind of danger was not on her list of accomplishments.

“Aw, lover, just a quickie?” she slid up Batwoman’s body as she undid the relief zipper. Her thighs moved Batwoman’s legs to the air making her crotch more exposed. She pressed her own bare clit to Batwoman’s then started to rub their cunts together. “Ahhnn..” The moaned at the pleasure. “Then lets get cumming.” she said raunchily as she rubbed their cunts together while she groped and milked Batwoman’s tits.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…………yessssssss, take me, make – me – uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

Her body getting hotter by the minute, Batwoman wrapped her legs around those of Holly’s, trapping their bodies together in lustful pursuits.

“Oh, god, yes!” she panted in heated passions, then pressed her mouth to Batwoman’s kissing her deeply, and licking in her mouth as their hips rolled together.

Holly blushed in euphoric bliss as she rode her lover like she stole her. Their milk covered tits ground together like soft pearls, and their nipples dueled eachother like the tongues in their mouth as they rolled, and flicked eachother.

Lost in the blissful sex, Batwoman dropped her guard just this once as she took Holly for all she was worth, licking and kissing her delicious lips while her own body ground against her lovers.

“This night will be one you will remember, Minx as I am going to make you so weak you won’t be able to stand.”

“Mmmmmm! Give it to me baby!” she licks Batwoman’s jawline picking up the pace of the grind as passions run hotter. She pins Batwoman down with her hand son her shoulders. Her eyes meet Batwoman’s with nothing but deep love, and animal lust. Her tongue travels across her lips sensually. She watches every facial expression on Batwoman’s face relishing every look of pleasure.

They had watched the Catwoman impostor and Batwoman for quite sometime, both enjoying the show greatly. They looked at each other, the scene excited them, they had a job to do though and things would get oh so interesting very soon.

Both looking at each other, they kissed, the women parting lips looking at each other lovingly.

Speaking in unison. ‘Luck’.

They descended into the latex factory and attacked. Donner firing a smallish Dart into Batwoman’s neck.

“Ahhh.AAAAH Aaaauuh…” she fall on Batwoman, but didn’t orgasm, with a dart sticking out of her neck. She’s out cold.

The latex of her costume afforded Batwoman a brief respite, but only just as her mind slowly went numb. Falling back to the desk top after she had pushed ehr upper body up, Batwoman faded off to a deep sleep, her body going limp in seconds….

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………..”

‘I tagged Batwoman, she’s mine.’

Kissing Blitzen softly on the lips, Donner approached the desk seeing Batwoman and Holly covered in cum and breast milk.

Looking at Blitzen, she smiled, ‘Let’s stay within each others sight, so if one needs the other, we are there.’

Donner pulled out a can of latex repair and sprayed Batwoman’s nipples, she the looked at her exposed cunt, two fingers slipping inside quickly then out again, zipping her back up.

~~Hours Later~~

The two women had chained Batwoman up to a table at a 45 degree angle, bound spread eagle, as Holly was bound to a conveyor belt.

Donner and Blitzen waited for their captives to wake.

The room began to glow as some unseen force enveloped the heroes, blinding those that were awake, while being merciful to those that were not. In seconds, the blinding light faded, leaving behind Batwoman and Catwoman, both having slept through the portal…, yet with the light went Donner and Blitzen….sending them back to their own time and space….

Groaning deeply, Batwoman pushed her upper body off the cold floor and shook her head slowly. Bringing up her head, she looked around and noticed the two that had attacked her were no longer there, though for the life of her Kate thought she could smell sulfur. Hearing a soft moan to her right, Batwoman looked over to see Holly laying on her back, barely awake and seemingly even weaker than she herself was.

Half crawling to where Holly was, Batwoman soon was leaning across her prone body, while she delicately removed the dart that was still sticking out of her lover’s left breast. With each gentle tug, Kate could hear soft moans of pain, but once the dart had been removed, Batwoman leaned doen and caressed the wound with her tongue…..

Holly blushed and moaned feeling her tit licked. She didn’t know who it was, but her body was instantly on fire, and horny. She squirmed, and rubbed her thighs together, then opens her eyes and saw her lover with her face by her breast. “Baby?” she grabs Batwoman by the hair, then roughly kisses her, sliding her tongue into her lover’s mouth. A lusty, passionate kiss. Almost as if she were going to simply rape the hell out of Batwoman on the spot, but she breaks the kiss, cupping her lover’s face softly. “Where are we?” she looks around. “I saw darts, and… well…” she sat up.

“Darts……you mean like this one here? I just pulled it out of your breast and was licking it so soften the pain. Are you alright?”

Studying her face, Batwoman waited for Holly’s answer, before she would check for herself. Pulling back to sit back on her legs, Batwoman’s lips parted ever so slowly, so sensually, before she looked down at the thigh her right hand was caressing…

“I will be in a bit.” She lunged at Batwoman, and grabbed her breasts, then pinned her to the ground. She squeezed them in her hands, and started to lick the valley between the breasts. “Mmhmm.. Are you feeling better?” She bit the latex on one of her breasts, then snapped it playfully while fondling those glorious orbs.

“OOooffff…….mmmmmmmmmmm, Ughhhh, I am .. now…, but shouldn’t we….mmmmmmm, shouldn’t we go, before someone else arrives?”

Moaning and squirming, Batwoman tried to get the point across that if they could be discovered once, then it was quite possible they could again, and the next time the out come might be far different…

“I suppose we could get home, and continue.” Holly speaks in heated breaths against Batwoman’s breasts, then pushed one into her mouth like it were a ripe fruit. “Those darts may knock a person out, but they don’t make me any less horny.” she pants, then slowly gets up, then helps Batwoman up.

(End of Part One)

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