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Horney Mom Pickes up slut teen model

She was just starting to lick her way around a double scoop chocolate cone, there was a red jelly-bean on top and I watched awestruck as she flicked her pink narrow tongue under the bean and draw it through her soft lips. I found I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she licked and sucked provocatively narrowing the ice cream so she could dip the cone into her lovely young mouth. Her eyelids drooped as the milky flavor flooded her mouth, the chocolate ice-cream melting. I’d never witnessed such beauty before. It was doubtful I ever would again. This girl was my dream, everything I’d ever wished for, and she was here to see me.

Suddenly she noticed me and the attention my eyes were giving her and she smiled and approached me.

“Do you mind if I sit?” and even before I could get a word out she plopped down on the bench, right next to me so the bare leg below her skin tight short shorts was pressed against my bare leg.

The ice cream girl smiled. I marveled at her tanned skin and cherry red lips. She was slim but had lovely curving hips and a hot bubble ass. Her titles looked to be about 32, the same size cup as Selena Gomez I thought to myself. They looked oh so firm and her little nipples pointed out in the confinements of her black T-Shirt.

Looking at the teen girl before me now, I could feel her desire as well as if she were leading me away from my safety zone.

She took a long lick from the cone and almost whispered, “Can we go somewhere?”

“That’s my car.” I almost whispered, finally looking her in the eye nearly falling into their beautiful brown.

She took my hand more firmly and lead me to the passenger side which I opened for her then quickly moved around the front of the car and climbed in beside her.

She smiled at me, then took a long lick from the rapidly diminishing cone. “Do you think I’m hot?”

“Oh my, yes I do.” I said with a tremble in my voice.

“Drive down Jackson Avenue, I want to show you something,” again that sensual persuasive voice. I nodded without a word.

As I turned onto Jackson she said, “Pull over here.”

I found a spot pulled over and she said pointing, “How do I look?” I cast my eyes upward to a billboard, and there she was, my ice cream girl, lying out on a beach towel wearing a sizzling bikini, smiling down on me.”

“I’m a model, and I love it that people look at me every day in my little bikini. I think I am pretty fucking hot in it don’t you?” she said with a giggle.

“I think you are so beautiful,” I said looking at her, back to the billboard, Her perky teen breasts were straining against the fabric of the bikini top and I was sure I could see the outline of her nipples. In the picture one of her legs was bent which opened her legs to reveal the gentle curve of her mound, and the soft outline of her pussy lips. I looked back at her, “ You are the hottest girl I have ever seen.”

I was home in moments and parked the car behind my house, my husband wouldn’t be home for hours and my daughter, also eighteen years old was away for the day on a class trip.

I rushed her into the house feverishly grasping her hand. Locking the door behind me I rushed her up the stairs to my bedroom and closed the door.

The girl snaked her arms around my waist, pulling me closer to her warm flesh. Softly, she moved my hair aside and massaged the back of my neck with her moist lips, kissing me gently, but with longing.

“Is your pussy wet?,” she asked, with a naughty grin. I cleared my throat and nodded. It was true, my whole body tingled, but the heat in my pussy was unbelievable, I needed this girl so badly.

She unbuttoned my blouse and bra and twisted my stiff nipples between her forefingers and thumbs . Her hands were cool, mine clammy, and I struggled with the zipper of her tight jean shorts. Impatiently, she batted away my shaking fingers and pushed me forcibly onto the bed. Then she undressed for me, slowly, as if at a model shoot, striking poses first in her jeans shorts, the zipper undone revealing her black panties, then with the T-shirt off, then in her black, lacy underwear. Her body glowed with a natural beauty. It was no wonder the camera loved her.

“I like you,” she told me, smiling at the wet spot that had appeared in my tight cotton shorts.

She asked me to sit on the edge of the bed I willingly complied, squirming in anticipation. Her delicate hands stroked my pussy through the light cotton, which drove me wild. Finally, she unzipped me, and slipped both shorts and panties down my legs.

As I sat there looking into her lovely eyes she spoke slowly and deliberately, “I’m going to eat and fuck your beautiful cunt now, ooookay?” her voice rising with the final word.

“Oh yes, please, oh please.” was all I was able to manage.

She moved with expert precision, to kiss her way up each thigh, looking up at me, a smoldering intensity in her beautiful eyes, suddenly her tongue was inside my pussy wiggling and poking deeper, lapping and sucking up the juices pooled there. I closed my eyes and my whole body shuddered with pleasure, this has to be a dream I thought, for this is my dream girl. Sporadically her head dropping lower to lick and circle my puckered ass hole, which sent me into another level of anticipation. With her left hand, she gently fingered her bare pussy lips and clit, emanating the unmistakable heat of arousal. I groaned as the threat of climax loomed, partly desiring the rush of relief, and partly not wanting this ecstasy to end

My teen lover took a short break, lapping off a large bit of ice cream from her dripping cone. Rather than swallow the ice cream she leaned forward and slathered it over my pussy and clit, the cold ice cream nearly sent me over the edge, and her tongue was immediately busy lapping the chocolate cream from the wet folds of my aching pussy giving special attention to my throbbing clit. The sensation of the cold ice cream and her hot wet tongue were sending tremors through my entire body. Then without warning she pressed what was left of the now soft ice cream into my pussy and clit, letting it melt inside my slit and then suddenly she twisted three fingers into my cunt hole which made slurping sounds due to the mixing of my cunt juice and ice cream. When her hot tongue began flicking back and forth over my engorged clit I knew this teen model was about to make me cum, like I had never cum before in my life.

I began humping her fingers and face uncontrollably, wanting more of her fingers more of her tongue, and then she sucked my clit into her mouth forcing my sensitive nub through a brief opening between her perfect teeth. She repeated this once more, and the third time my cunt button was sucked through the gate of her teeth I exploded– thrashing and shaking uncontrollably. My teen lover managed to hold her fingers deep inside me and keep her lovely lips and tongue on my clit, a second climax hit me like a wave and I was grasping for air, trying to make sense of what was happening to my body. My arched back held its tension for a moment more before I collapsed to the bed in a pool of my own cum and melted ice cream.

It took me a long time to come to my senses, and when I did the first thing I was aware of was that her laughter.

I opened my eyes and there just inches above me was the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. It was so tight and pink and so cleanly shaven soft I couldn’t help but bring my fingers up and part the delicate lips. I thought of the billboard, and how these lovely cunt lips were outlined there for the whole city to see, but it was my distinct pleasure to taste them. I put my hands on the girl’s hips and pulled her down until her lovely pussy rested on her mouth. I opened the lips wide and jammed my long tongue up the teen’s tasty tight cunt. The sensation was unbelievable as the model groaned and reached down to squeeze both of my tits, bracing herself so she could grind her young cunt deeper onto my tongue.

I loved tongue fucking her and by her reaction she enjoyed ever moment, as he thighs trembled and she moaned throwing her head back above me. Finally I pushed her pussy back slightly, just long enough to shift my body and bring my right hand between her firm thighs. I rubbed every inch of her pussy with three fingers then without warning slipped my middle finger into her tight teen cunt, which was so wet I was able to get it all the way in with the first stroke. My tongue now lavished attention on the fleshy bud of her clit, pulling the lips aside and grinding my tongue on the slick sensitive head.

I was driving the teen model wild as she pinched and twisted my nipples in response to my finger fucking and tongue lashing.

“Oh fuck you horney bitch you are going to make me cum so fucking good.” The girl was now grinding her clit on my tongue and taking two of my fingers. Her cunt walls were grabbing at my fingers and her whole body began to shake as I thrust my fingers deep into her one last time and nibbled softly on the glistening clit.

She screamed and climaxed, her delicious cum gushing over my face faster than I could lap it up I kept my fingers deep inside her messaging her g-spot furiously and giving her what I got, sucking her small wet clit through my teeth and flicking the trapped bud relentlessly. She came again this time her whole body thrashing above me her whole weight lowered on my face until I could not breathe from the weight and the ceaseless cum that flowed from her teen cunt.

I was finally able to lift her off me and guide her to lie on top of my body, as I gulped air.
A moment later I noticed that my teen lover was asleep. I carefully rolled her onto her back and got up from the bed and reached for my camera.

I reached down and gently parted the girl’s legs and took many pictures of her in various poses I created while she slept. I know I would not likely see this dream girl again, but I would have something to remember her by. Eventually I woke her and let her shower and she called a cab to make her way home.

Before she left she kissed me and gave me her cell number and e-mail address. I tucked them into my purse and told her I wanted to see her again, if that was what she wanted. She caressed my breasts and said, “Yes, that is what I want.” 

My Convent Story

What I am about to relay to you took place in my twelfth year when I was sent away to convent school:

Before Mass today I went to the confessional. In truth, I had to wonder what could I have to confess; there is so little opportunity for sin. I entered the confessional, crossed myself and began to speak. Before I had even finished asking the father to bless me, and stated how long it had been since my last confession, the priest whispered to me through the grille.

“What is it that you have to confess to me? Have you had licentious thoughts?” I was taken aback, and stammered that I had not, but he only murmured that he doubted the truth of that statement. I recalled the book in my father’s study, and I began to tell him about it.

“How did it make you feel?” he asked, “ Did it make your little cunt wet and hot and hungry for a man? I think it did, you little whore.”

For a moment I could not speak. I had never heard a priest speak so. I looked through the grille at the older man whose pale eyes burned in the gloom of the confessional. I could hear the rustle of his vestments as he leaned forward to speak further. “You must tell me, if you do not, how can you truly be confessed?”

I leaned forward and whispered back to him. “Yes, father I have had licentious thoughts, which were stirred into full flower by the book I found in my father’s study.”

I could hear him brathing, “Go on,” he said firmly.

“Father the first illustration I saw in the book was of a man partially clothed, shown in profile, his how shall I say it…”

“His cock, call it a cock…” the priest insisted.

“His…cock enormously engorged and erect while he faced a woman wearing only an elaborate headdress of pearls, her sloe eyes limned with kohl, with her hand guiding it, ur, his cock to her…” I hesitated and the priest responded.

“Cunt, you very well know what it is called, you hellish little wench.” His breathing was heavy now.

“Yes, Father, she was guiding his cock into her cunt. Her legs were opened wide to receive it, the both of them were smiling. The words on the opposite page described how when a man entered a woman he wanted to do so slowly, letting her feel the length of him as he penetrated into her, and how she should tighten the..uh cunt muscles around his cock so as to give them both greater pleasure when he began to stir himself within her.

Father, this passage did not horrify me, it only made me curious, that it created in me an unknown longing, a dark, juicy heat that pulsed between my young thighs. I think of this often Father, I ask for forgiveness now.”

“Did you fulfill it, that lust? What did you do?” he inquired. I could hear the sound of flesh touching flesh behind the grille. Peering through it I could see that he had drawn his cassock up over his hairy thighs. At the juncture between his legs his erect penis rose like a mast, his hand wrapped around the base of it, gliding up its length, over the tip then back down. I could see the vein that ran along it pulsing, the flesh deepening in color.

I felt an answering pulse in my own body, the thick honey-like moisture dampening my pantalets, slicking my upper thighs. I shifted my skirts to move the fabric away from between my legs, and began to press my thighs close together, twitching my hips to stimulate that little nodule of flesh that seemed to ache and pulse with its own life as I recounted my sins.

“Oh father, just then in my father’s study, I did nothing. But Father I did sin, that night in my bed I imagined it, the feeling of a man’s body over mine, the weight of him pressing against me, my legs opening to receive his hard cock. Feel its full length thrust into me. At firsts father I was not sure how to fulfill this burning, but the book described a woman’s organs, how she has a little kernel of flesh, a “clit” the book called it that when pressed or stroked would give her release and rapture. Oh Father that night I explored my body in the in my bed and with trembling fevered hands I found this spot.

“Show me what you did, you little slut! I must know the depth of your depravity before you can be shriven,” he said. I watched his hand begin to move faster, his other hand moving below, manipulating the heavy mass of his testicles, stroking the insides of his thighs.

“Can you see me, father?” I asked as I lifted my petticoats above my hips. I spread my thin legs wider to let him see me through the open seam of my pantalets, the heavy garters holding up the black woolen stockings that we all had to wear. I spread the cotton fabric wide, showing him the soft, hairless lips of my cunt, stroking it softly, letting him see the beads of moisture dampening it.

“Oh I can see you, your young wet cunt, and how a little slut like you gives pleasure to herself. ” he said his voice hoarse.

“ Do you like what you see oh Father…” I parted the lips of my cunt and hissed, “The book called this the gate of heaven.”

He groaned a resonant yes, as I spread my nether lips wider to show him the passage into my body, the gates of paradise. I began to stroke the clit, feeling the subtle thrilling waves of pleasure building, widening to take in my whole body. Bracing one foot against the wall by the grille I continued to touch my own body, gasping for breath, my lungs fighting against the whalebone stays encircling my ribs as I watched the priest’s hands move more rapidly, jerkily, until a cascade of cloudy fluid spilled forth like a volcano. Behind the first eruption their was a second as I saw his wide eyes stare directly at my cunt. The creamy cluid ran over over his fingertips as he began to groan in time to his motions, my own eyes rolling back as a rapture like the annunciation filled me, bursting through me, radiating outward from my center as my cum rolled forth all over my the bench and floor.

Panting, the priest told opened the grill and thrust his cum covered fingers forward. “Taste your Father and receive absolution my child.”

I leaned forward fluid still leaking from my little pussy and licked at the thick cream, which tasted of froth and salty, I sucked the priests fingers into my mouth and licked them clean

Her closed the grille and said I was to say ten Hail Mary’s and that I was absolved, and to go forth and sin no more. I crossed myself with my dampened fingers, then rearranged my skirts, and left the small, quiet booth and walked out into the pews.

Part 2
After supper, when I had retired to the library to finish my Latin exercises, one of my schoolfellows pressed a note into my hand. Furtively, I opened the folded paper. It read:
“ Did you make a “good” confession today? I am sure we both did, as Father Aloysius could not stop smiling all through supper! Such an irony, is it not, that we must sin in order to be wholly shriven! Tell To tell you the gods truth I find you so beautiful and captivating that I thought of you the entire time that black priest stared at my wet little cunt. Your Margaret.”
I looked over at the pretty 11 year old girl with brown braids wrapped around her head and pert little breasts, nay just the suggestion of breasts rising and falling on her chest. I smiled at her and nodded. She winked back, then we both dissolved into giggles at the long table. Sister Agatha looked up from the desk and shushed us, which only made me giggle more loudly. The sister’s face hardened under her starched wimple, and she rose in a flurry of black serge, the long rosary clicking against the desk. Margaret’s round eyes widened in alarm and she whispered, “The old crow is taking flight!” Not knowing what else to do, I quickly crumpled the note and put it into my mouth, swallowing the bitter wad of paper just as the nun clamped her claw into my shoulder.
The nun motioned both Margaret and me to follow her into her private office in the library. Sister Agatha paced back and forth before her desk, as we stood before her, attempting to look penitent.
“We pride ourselves here on order and our incorruptible discipline, ladies. I will know the source of your frivolity in the library,” she said, her low voice grating like gravel under a cartwheel. Margaret and I looked at one another. What could we say? That we were joking about the priest who had heard our confessions that afternoon, and our knowledge of his erotic enjoyment of them? Were we to tell her that the confessional was ripe with the scent of unfulfilled lust, and that the very same hands that placed the body of our Lord into our waiting mouths were dampened by his own emissions? That the taste of his seed added a certain piquancy to taking communion? Or that we had come to know that unless our confessions inflamed his desire we would have even harder penance to endure? Hardly that, I should think! So, there we stood, silent and watchful.
“Margaret, you have been with us since you were but a child of 8, but your friend is a recent student at our school. Do not think, young woman, as I will not deign to call you a lady, that I am not unaware of why you have been sent to us. Your licentious behavior is why your family sent you to us for discipline. You couldn’t resist it, could you? That book, illuminated with the most vulgar of drawings, depicting the most depraved acts! The sporting of the sparrow indeed! Was it worth it to you to read the writings of Vatsayana, that heathen pervert! I will not allow you to corrupt other girls in my care, young woman.”

Shockingly Sister Agatha swiftly removed her black garments to stand naked before Margaret and I. “It is I and I alone who will do the corrupting of young girls in this school.”

The sister sat in a char and spread her legs wide, looking at me she said” now you little slut, you will make much pleasure by licking and sucking my cunt and you sweet Margaret will shower your sucking tongue on my nipples. Do you understand?”
I felt a blush creeping into my cheeks as Sister Agatha spoke. Margaret looked over at me, a similar flush staining her cheeks. But, even embarrassed as I was I kneeled between her legs looking into a cunt much wider and longer than mine and virtually covered with hair. The nun reached down and parted her lips and then forced my mouth to her wetness. Out of a sense of fear and excitement I began to lick, seeking out her clit, which I found quickly and began to slurp like a hard candy. This sent the nun into shudders of pleasure.
I looked Up to see Margaret sucking tentatively on the nun’s long stiff nipple, and with a groan Sister Agatha pressed her head into her breast while lifting her skirt and driving a long finger into her sweet young cunt. Margaret groaned and began sucking the breast like a suckling child.
My hand made its way under my skirts and into the folds of my already wet pussy. Giving sister Agatha pleasure was intoxicating and I loved the sounds my mouth and tongue made against her wet cunt. I followed the nuns example and thrust two fingers into her gaping cunt hole. The response was immediate. The nun lifted her body off the chair and groaned with pleasure
“More fingers all your fucking fingers you wanton little whore,” groaned the nun as I soon found I could sink four fingers into the wide cunt and it made her clit grow even larger, which I then sucked and licked like a Christmas confection.
I had a perfect view of Sister Agatha’s fingers violating young Martha’s tender cunt and the view made me wet, thinking I would like to taste that myself when we return to our dorms. I began twisting my hand in the nun’s big cunt when it realized if I folded my thumb that would slip in as well, soon my entire hand was surging inside the nun and I pushed down and out making Sister Agatha writhe and groan with pleasure.
Little Margaret was now bouncing up and down on the nun’s fingers and looked prepared tio climax like the women in the book I had red I reached out with my wet fingers and ;pushed one into her puckered ass hole. She screamed with pleasure and pain and came win a writhing mass.
At that same moment Sister Agatha’s foaming cunt grabbed my hand pulling it involuntarily deeper into her cunt then just as quickly pushing it out with a force I never imagined possible as my hand was thrust from her cunt Sister Agatha’s spewed cum all over my face and hair. I had never felt anything like it a virtual shower of female ecstasy I moved closer to her convulsing cunt and another volley of fluid spewed forward landing in my already open mouth I moaned and came with my own fingers, wet with her cum entered my trembling cunt.
This was my introduction to lesbian love and my time at the convent school would never be the same.
It was I who left the next note, placing it on her pillow in the dorm room as her bed was almost directly across the room from mine. She didn’t see it until she was brushing her hair preparing for bed.

On the note I had written: “Dearest Margaret” she excitedly place her brush down and glanced over at me with a look of furtive excitement. As she opened and read the note I became wet with anticipation.

The note read: My little flower weeps dew with every cherished sight of you. Come taste me when the clock is twelve and with trembling cunts let us delve.

The time did not pass slowly but in the interlude I carefully removed my undergarments so that I would be ready for lovely Margaret. Though I was trembling with excitement I did refrain from touching the tiny nub between my cunt lips. I wanted to feel Margret’s slim fingers to taste the slickness there.

When the appointed time came and with the dorm asleep Margaret crept into my bed I kept my back to her almost wanting her to think I was a sleep, Immediately her fingers were on my round ass and then slowly probing between my legs. I sighed and parted my legs for her. The deliciousness of her delicate lips parting my slick cunt lips is was indescribable. She probed my folds until she found my clit and then let her fingers part around it like the flow of a river by a large stone. She slowly rubbed up and down my clit trapped between her clamped fingers. The sensation was so pleasurable I almost called her name out loud in an act of passion and love, As the river of her fingers lavished my clit her middle finger of her right hand entered me with a startling and delicious swiftness that took my breath away. This young girl was more experienced than she let on. Then her mouth was at my neck kissing and her hot breath was raising the tiny hairs there.

“Oh, my love, your cunny is so wet for me. I want to feel it convulse and wet my hand with its sweet juices. I want to taste you on my fingers you beautiful dark angel.”

Margaret began grinding her wet bare cunny into my hip bone so that I could feel its juices run down over my stomach. “ See how wet I am for you my love, see how my little cunny weeps on your soft perfect skin.”

The tension of Margaret’s fingers on my trapped clit grew more fevered. It was like nothing I had felt before and wondered how it was that I had not discovered this method of cunny rubbing. Yet it was her finger how it probed the inner walls of my cunt that had wave after wave of pleasure burst forth from my loins. I knew that my roiling cunt would soon explode and dear Margaret sensed it too. She rode my hip bone like it were a wild steed and the feel of her delicate folds and clit grinding against me sent another wave of pleasure through me.

“Oh my love, I am nearly done for it…” sighed Margaret her hips made three long hard thrusts the length of my hip…she groaned against her teeth as a flood of her cum flowed forth from her trembling cunt lips and over my hip coursing down over my buttocks and stomach. It was more than I could stand I came on my new lovers fingers thrusting my body so hard against her cunt I elicited another wave of climax in her body. We thrashed together for what seemed eternity until our hearts and bodies found peace once more.

Before finding sleep in our separate beds we committed our undying love for each other.

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Part five – Hide-n-peep (1), Play date with Amber (2), Play date with Amber part II (3), Amber and Kelly (4)

Amber and Kelly in the shower

The three of us lay there, naked, on the couch for a while, watching the remainder of the porno. I was laying on my back with my head on the arm rest. Amber was on my left with her head on my chest and Kelly was on my right with her head on my stomach. We were, again, telling each other which porn star we would fuck and it what positions. The last scene was a shower scene. There were two girls and a guy. Amber picked her head up off of my chest, looked at me and grinned. I knew that look by now. She slowly stood up saying, “I need to shower. Who’s with me? Wait. That’s a stupid question. I’m not trying to be cocky, but I already know the answer to that. Both of you like to shower with me.” Amber helped Kelly up, but as she was going from lying down to on her knees, she turned, bent down and gave my dick a kiss. She started to stand up, but apparently she changed her mind because she got on her hands and knees between my legs, smiled at Amber, and lowered her head. Without using her hands, she took my soft dick into her mouth, sucked on it and twisted her tongue around it. “Really Kelly? I knew you were a horny girl, but I didn’t know it was this bad,” Amber inquired.
“You know what they say,” putting my hardening cock into her mouth and then lifting her head off again, “You can’t have too much of a good thing. And this is great!”
“Yeah, I know. Believe me. Help that great thing up and let’s take him up to the shower with us. Then you can have almost all of the great thing you want.” Amber was ready, she was rubbing her clit just standing there watching Kelly suck me off. “Let’s go!”
Amber straddled my head and squatted down so her pussy was about two inches above my mouth. I picked my head up to give her a lick, but she stood up too quickly. “Tease!” I said to her.
“More in the shower,” she said. “Plus that thing I told you about last night. Kelly and I didn’t know what she was talking about.
Kelly pulled her mouth off of my cock and we both stood up. Kelly’s house was a little bigger then Amber’s. I followed the girls up the stairs. They were holding hands and whispering again. As they got to the landing at the top of the stairs, Kelly stopped and asked Amber what was on her foot. Amber bent over to look at her foot and Kelly motioned me to come up behind her. I quickly snuck up behind Amber, grabbed her hips and snuck my cock into her pussy and pumped a couple of quick thrusts into her. Amber tried to stand up in shock, but Kelly’s hand was on her back and she couldn’t. I pushed my rod into her as far as it would go and moved it around in a circular motion. Amber moaned, looked up at Kelly, and said, “Good one.”
“Well,” Kelly said. “You watched us fuck, I wanted to see you two do it. I wanna see more, but I have a surprise for you two. Go sit in my parents room. I’ll be right there.”
I pushed in once more then pulled out of Amber as Kelly ran to her room. Amber and I walked to the chairs in the sitting area of the master suite in Kelly’s house. I sat in one chair, expecting Amber to sit in the other chair. “Brett, I was gonna sit in that chair.”
“I’m sorry, sit there,” I pointed to the other chair two feet away from me.
“No. I’m still gonna sit in this chair.” She walked up to me, turned around, straddled me, and sat on the lower part of my stomach. She was holding my erection, tightly pressed against her pussy, in her hand between her legs. I could, again, feel the warmth of her slit on my shaft.
I thought to myself, ‘Where was Kelly? Oh, never mind. Amber is here.’ Amber began to rock back and forth on my lap, grinding my dick on her warm, wet pussy. I felt her juices begin to cover my cock. ‘Man, she is wet’ I thought. She slid forward, farther this time, rocked her hips back and let my hard-on slide freely into her begging slit. “I know I should be tired, but I’m not. This is too good to be true.” Amber began grinding on me with my cock fully inside of her. I reached around and started grabbing her tits. She laid back on me and put her head on my shoulder, not letting my cock come out of her slippery pussy. She turned toward me and started to kiss me. Between the moaning and breathing I said, again, “This – is too – good – to be – true.”
“What’s too good to be true?” Kelly asked as she was walking down the hallway. “OH MY GOD! That is SO hot Amber. Honey you are hot enough as it is, but seeing you there, with him cock-deep in you, in that position, turns me on even more.”
We broke our kiss to look at Kelly. She was standing there in a black corset that didn’t cover her tits, it just pushed them up and together. It had red piping and bows on it. She had black thigh-high stockings attached to the garter-belt and black high heels. “Talk about hot girl! I want to fuck you so bad right now.”
I chimed in saying, “This it the time when a guy needs two cocks.”
Still enjoying my cock inside her, Amber said, “See Brett? No underwear. She wears them less than I do. Hot huh?” I answered by pulsating my cock in her, she got the point. She squeezed my cock with her pussy so I returned and pushed into her as deep as I could possibly go, making her moan even louder.
“I thought you guys might like this. I got it mostly for the next time you came over to watch movies with me Amber, but after earlier, I wanted to show it off for you too Brett.” Kelly walked over to us and spun around, modeling it for us. She turned to face away from us, bent over and spread her pussy lips with two fingers. Then she took her other hand, sucked on her middle finger and, coming down from the top, slowly pushed it into her ass hole. I gasped and Amber moaned seeing that. “Weren’t we going to shower?” Kelly asked.
“Yeah, but you said to wait, you’d be right back. Besides, you can’t shower in that,” said Amber
“I know, but I also knew that if I let you and Brett sit for a minute, I was sure to find you two fucking each other again. I didn’t know it would be this hot though.” Kelly started to move her finger in and out of her ass while rubbing her clit. Without removing her finger, Kelly walked over to the chair next to us and sat down, put her feet up and continued to ass fuck herself. Amber told her that I took the chair she was going to sit in so she sat down anyway and “Oops, his cock slipped into my pussy. So we started to fuck again. This position is great. You should try it.”
Obviously enjoying the show, Kelly said, “Yeah, ‘oops’ huh?” Pinching her nipples and still rubbing her clit, Kelly pulled her finger out of her ass and knelt in front of us. She started to grab Amber’s tits and pinch her nipples and lick what she could see of my shaft as it went in and out of Amber’s pussy. “Mmmmm, Amber, you taste so good.” Kelly kept licking my shaft but she added Amber’s clit to the mix. Kelly stood up after a minute, turned around and sat on my thighs. She bent over, exposing her ass hole to Amber, saying, “Put it in me Amber.”
Amber pumped a couple more times then stood up and my hard cock popped out, dripping with her juices. She grabbed my cock and pointed it at Kelly’s ass hole. Kelly slid back until my head was touching her ass. She grabbed my cock out of Amber’s hand, positioned herself on it and slowly sat down. It was so tight, it almost hurt. The head of my dick popped in, Kelly let out a loud moan and Amber, watching, gasped. Kelly then pushed against my rod, forcing it into her ass. Slowly, she got it all the way in and sat up so she could grind my cock in her ass. Amber stayed on my lap, rubbing Kelly’s tits while I took care of Amber’s clit with my finger. My other hand was on her breasts. Kelly continued to moan and grind, “You like that baby?” Amber asked.
“Oh yeah,” Kelly and I responded. Kelly started to bounce up and down on my cock, screaming with pleasure. She slowed down after a couple minutes and resumed grinding. Soon after that she got off my cock, stood up and said, “We really need to shower. Kelly started to take her shoes off and get undressed. Amber agreed, hesitantly. She slid down my stomach and over my hard-on in an honest attempt to get off my lap and go to the shower. Right when she was almost off my lap, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back, sliding my cock back into her pussy. She tried to stand up, but couldn’t. The pleasure was too much. Kelly, fully undressed, grabbed Amber by the hands and pulled her off my cock. She stood up laughing, letting my hard-on come out of her. Kelly pushed Amber into the bathroom and shower as I followed closely. So close that my cock was rubbing on Kelly’s ass the whole way. I had my hands on Kelly’s waist and gently pulled her back to me as Amber walked into the shower. Just outside the bathroom, I held Kelly’s waist and pushed her over my arm. Amber turned the water on. Kelly was giggling with excitement. I had my cock in my hand and slowly pushed it into Kelly’s wet pussy. “It’s gonna be really hard to walk like this honey,” she said.
“OK, watch.” I grabbed her by the back of the legs and picked her up, walking into the shower with her on my cock. Every step seemed like it send her over the edge because she would moan louder with each one.
“Wow, so that’s what it looks like from this angle. You’re right Kel, that is HOT!”
As I let Kelly down, she turned around to kiss me. Then she asked me, “Can I wash you off Brett?”
“Yeah, that’s what I was hoping for.” She grabbed the soap and started to lather me up as Amber and I kissed under the shower. While Kelly was washing my chest she was also playing with Amber’s tits. Kelly didn’t know it yet, but I already had my cock in Amber’s pussy again, feeling the warmth it gave off, and grabbing her ass. Kelly finished washing my body off and walked over behind Amber. She started playing with Amber’s tits again. I took the soap and told Amber that it was her turn. I turned her around.
“OK, hold on.” She got up on her tip toes and pulled my dick out. Kelly just shook her head. Amber turned around and started to kiss Kelly, both of them rubbing the other’s clit. I got down to wash her ass and Amber pushed Kelly back against the wall. Amber started to lick Kelly’s tits as she bent over.
“Again?” I asked with a smile on my face.
“Absolutely,” she said.
I squatted a little and positioned my cock at her pussy. I started to push it in when she rolled her hips back and moved forward so my dick was resting on her ass hole. “Push, but go slow.”
“Oh my God!” I started to push. It was even tighter then Kelly’s. The head popped in and Amber jumped from surprise, pulling it right back out. I grabbed her around her waist and inserted again.
“Holy shiiiit! That’s tight!” she yelled.
“Feels good though huh?” Kelly asked.
Gasping for air, “Yeah. It feels great!” Amber screamed. Kelly started to rub Amber’s pussy to help her loosen up and relax.
I slid my cock farther into her ass, moaning and grabbing at Kelly’s tits. I started pumping into Amber’s ass. It was so tight. I fucked her ass for a few minutes as Kelly rubbed her clit and fingered her. Amber’s screaming became louder the more we fucked. She slowed down and got off my dick, stepping to the side. I stepped up to Kelly, grabbed one of her legs, put it around my waist and inserted my cock into her pussy as she threw her arms around my neck. She put her other leg up as Amber walked around behind her. Amber started to grab Kelly’s tits while we fucked. I put my hands under her ass to hold her up and as I did, I slipped my middle finger into her ass hole. A shocked look came across Kelly’s face, but it quickly turned to a pleasured look and she started smiling. Amber and I were kissing either side of Kelly’s neck. Kelly would turn her head to Amber and kiss her then turn to me and kiss me. All the while, Kelly was getting fucked, hard, by me.
“Tell me when you’re gonna come baby,” Kelly said.
Amber started rubbing Kelly’s clit. She kept going faster and faster. Giving Kelly that look of pure pleasure.
While I was pumping into Kelly’s snatch, I was thinking about all the fucking I had done over the past two days. And with those thoughts racing through my head, I could feel the tension in my balls building. “I’m gonna cum. Holy shit! I’m gonna cum and its gonna be soon!”
Kelly got off my rod and got down on her knees with Amber. Amber started to suck and stroke my shaft fast and with a very tight grip. “OH MY GOOOODDDD!” I yelled as I shot my hot load on both of them. This one also landing on their chests and just as big as the last one. Amber took my cock back in her mouth and kept sucking and swallowing my cum. “Wow, Kelly. Your pussy tastes good.”
“Damn Brett,” Kelly said, washing the cum off of her and Amber’s chests. “That was great. Thanks for making my weekend sweetie. And you, beautiful,” looking at Amber, “thanks for sharing and letting me be part of your dirty little secret. And for your first anal, you took it like a champ.”
“That was your first time in the ass?” I asked Amber.
“yeah, when you put your thumb there last night I knew I wanted your cock there too, but I didn’t know how what to do. That was the original reason I called Kelly. Then she asked why and I couldn’t not tell her about you.” She kissed me.
“I don’t know why you asked me, I’ve never done it before. I just told you what I have heard and seen on movies. Buy hey, it worked right?”
“It sure did. Do you guys realize its 1:00 and we’ve been fucking each other for four hours now?”
“That’s crazy. Its been a great four hours though,” I said. “And, not to ruin the mood, but I think we should probably get going soon. My parents will be back from their trip and they will want to see me.”
“OK. Can we do this again sometime?” Kelly asked.
“Definitely,” Amber replied. “In fact, Kelly, do you wanna come over tonight? My parents are going to see my grandma in Arizona for a few days. We can go swimming and get in the hot tub.”
“Yeah, that would be relaxing. Thanks. Is 6:00 OK?”
“That’s perfect,” Amber told her.
We got dressed and into Amber’s car. Driving back to her house she said, “You should come over later too. Jason’s sick, but just tell your parents that you are coming over to ‘play’. They won’t mind.”
My erection started again…

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My alarm clock jolted me out of my sexy dream. I hopped out of bed, quickly realizing what time it was, and that I needed to get to school. Hurrying into the bathroom, I twirled my long blond locks of hair, as I brushed my teeth. I couldn’t stop thinking about the hot dream I had had. Even though I was having sex with my sister in it- WHICH IS COMPLETELY wrong- I couldn’t help becoming moist as I thought about it.

PART 1 (I’ll write more based on how you like this one…)
My alarm clock jolted me out of my sexy dream. I hopped out of bed, quickly realizing what time it was, and that I needed to get to school. Hurrying into the bathroom, I twirled my long blond locks of hair, as I brushed my teeth. I couldn’t stop thinking about the hot dream I had had. Even though I was having sex with my sister in it- WHICH IS COMPLETELY wrong- I couldn’t help becoming moist as I thought about it.

“Cara, hurry up.” My twin sister, Jane called up the stairs. As I heard her soft voice call up to me, I couldn’t help associate her voice with the one that was screaming during an orgasm in my dream. Suddenly, it all flooded back to me. A rush of excitement flowed through me. I sat down on the floor, and ripped my tiny shorts and underwear off, happy to see that both were already soaked anyway. Pre-cum rolled off my hard, 9 inch cock. I stroked it eagerly. I groaned loudly. I heard voices calling up the stairs to me, but I couldn’t stop jerking my dick. Luckily, my parents had already left for their 3 day business trip, and Jane and I’s younger brother was at school. “UGHHHHH…” I yelled. Cum exploded from me, just as Jane opened the door. “AHHHHH!” We both screamed simultaneously. I tried to hide my hard cock, but I couldn’t. She rolled her eyes. Under her own skirt, I could see her dick hanging out. My cock pulsed. “Cara! Put that away!” Her own tank top had risen above her DD sized breasts, and her nipples were hard under her top. Cum poured out of my dick once again, seeing her this way. My breath became heavier, and I couldn’t stop cumming. My eyes were closed, so when I opened them, I didn’t realize that Jane was standing above me. I could see her cock hardening under her skirt, and her nipples erect under her top. She smiled at me. Her cock was 2 inches away from my nose. My dick pulsed and pulsed. I closed my eyes, ready for the next orgasm to come, but it didn’t.

Suddenly, my alarm clock rung, and it was only 6:30! Wait… I was still in bed. I guess it was all a dream…

My covers were soaked in… yep. Cum. I smiled. My dick was hard and sensitive. I stood up, and walked to the bathroom. So much for that fantasy- which would never happen…

PT 2 (@ school)
Jane and I had some classes together, but our homerooms were different. We went our separate ways, with different things on our mind. On my mind, was the sexual fantasy I had had about the two of us. Homeroom was quite uneventful. I rushed out of the room, trying to find the nearest bathroom so I could cum my heart out. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jane. FUCK! I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I rushed into the STAFF bathroom, and luckily, every stall was vacant. I rushed into the largest stall, and came into the toilet for about 2 minutes straight, groaning extremely loud. Suddenly, I was cut off my clomping footsteps that rushed into the bathroom. He/She went into the stall right next to mine. I muffled my mouth with my hand, and tried to cum as quietly as I could, but I guess the person in the next stall heard me.

“Need any help with that?” They asked in one of the sexiest voices I had ever heard. Then I noticed that there was a hole in the wall between our stalls. I hesitated… I really need to get to class and I couldn’t do it with this huge load in my balls. I rushed to the hole and stuck my dick through it, imagining it was Jane’s mouth. Ecstasy filled me, and cum exploded from my dick. I could hear the person’s mouth fill up with my fluids. He/She choked, and then spit in the toilet. My dick softened for the first time this morning. “Thanks…” I said awkwardly. I pulled my short top over my tits and walked out of the bathroom. The hallways were empty because class had already started. I decided to leave early. School would be boring, and I wouldn’t learn anything because my mind was on Jane.

PT 3 (@ home)
I was sitting on the couch naked, watching porn and trying not to think about Jane as she walked through the door. “Fuck.” I scrambled to cover my dick, but my huge tits were hanging over the blanket. I paused the porn. “Why are you home so early?” We said at the same time. It was 12:00PM, and school ended at 4PM. “I just didn’t wanna stay…” She said, as her eyes raked over my body. My eyes raked over hers, as she decided not to wear a bra to school that day. Her nipples were practically hanging out of her shirt, because her top was so short. I could see her cock hardening under her tight mini skirt. My cock sprang up under the blanket. She smiled at me. She inched closer and closer to where I was sitting. I could feel pre-cum rolling off my dick and onto the blanket. All of a sudden, she straddled my hard dick, and kissed me. My breath paused in my throat, and her tongue entered my mouth. Suddenly, energy overtook me. I rolled on top of her, and kissed her as hard as I could while playing with her hard nipples. She groaned as I kissed her neck, then moved down to her tits. My lips traveled back up, and I kissed her lips as our big breasts rubbed against each other. We rolled around on the couch. My hand travelled down to her pulsing cock and I stroked it as pre-cum rolled onto my hands- from both my cock and her’s. Suddenly, we both reached our “cumming-points” and exploded onto each other. (TO BE CONTINUED IF YOU GUYS LIKE IT)

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Kurtis has to tame his pissed off dragon-mother before her anger rips him apart!

The Son of Lust

Chapter Four: Taming the Naughty Dragon-Mother

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

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

Kurtis – Coral Isle, Jyou Sea

My dragon mother seized me by the shoulders and ripped me out of Mother Sianili’s pussy. I gasped as my pissed off mother threw me back. I crashed into the bushes and struck a palm tree with a grunt. It swayed above me. A large frond fluttered down as she turned to face me.

Azuliana, perhaps the last dragon alive, glared at me with pure rage. Her eyes all but boiled with deep, sapphire fury. Her lips curled back, her fingers flexing. My cock was dripping juices from my mother’s mate, whom I had just dominated and tame.

“Better cock than mine!” my dragon mother snarled.

Everyone behind her was frozen. Frelia and Iliasa, my two sylph half-sisters, lifted their mouths from their bound mother’s form. Sianili whimpered, the older sylph dripping with my cum and bound with her hands over her head and her legs spread wide apart. Pyrriah and Lasla spilled apart from their sixty-nine. Pure fright gleamed on Lasla’s face, her lips gleaming.

Pyrriah stared at me with horror in her red eyes, her fiery hair rippling.

“You might be my son, but that’s my mate you’re trying to steal!” She advanced on me. “Did you think you could cuckold me, and I wouldn’t rip your head off because I birthed you?”

Fear hammered through my veins. I had heard stories of the destruction dragons could inflict. Dominari had famously burned a sixth of Zeutch, reducing three major cities and dozens of towns into ash. She had created her desolation in her fury. But my mother always seemed so kind and loving. Soft. I didn’t think I would have any problems taming her like I had Sianili.

And now I faced down her fury. Saw the mad rage in her golden eyes. My dragon-mother would kill me for getting Sianili to admit my cock fucked her the best. For utterly dominating her and stealing her lusts to me.

Heat rippled off my mother. It was always warm on the tropical island we lived on, but now the air broiled. The heat rippled off of my mother’s body. Steam rose from her skin. Her eyes. It snorted from her nostrils. The fibrous breast band and loincloth she wore smoldered. Caught alight, burning on her face.

My mother was about to broil me. She was half-naiad. A strange mix of fire and water. She didn’t breath flames, but that didn’t mean the steam that gushed from her mouth wouldn’t boil me alive. What could I do? How would I survive?

“You dare steal my mate, Kurtis!” She inhaled.

“Mother!” I shouted back at her. I had to reach through to her.

Her large tits swelled. The breast band burst off of her, falling burning to the ground at her feet. Pyrriah screamed out my name. Then she exhaled a burst of steam. Death rushed towards me.

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Pyrriah

“Kurtis!” I screamed.

I threw myself forward as my dragon mother inhaled. I couldn’t believe she would kill him. Kurtis and I had come from her womb. We were twins, her children fathered by Las. And now she would roast him alive.

I threw myself between them as the steam burst from Azuliana’s mouth. My dragon-mother’s fury rushed at me. It engulfed me in scalding fury. It should have killed me. It should have roasted my flesh, cooked me alive.

But it didn’t.

Instead, I burned. Fire burst from my body. The blaze erupted around me. Tongues of dancing flame spilled for my arms and shoulders. They rippled up my naked body and swallowed the steam that gushed from my mother’s breath.

She gasped at the sight of me burning with righteous need. I stood proud before my mighty brother. I had shielded him. Aided him. Now I would fight for him. Instincts rose up inside of me. Something primal and ancient.

Something that came from another father. A spiritual one.

“Grab her!” Kurtis shouted behind me.

“Gewin’s mighty cock!” I roared as I rushed at my mother, plowing through the last of her steam.

She snarled and fell into a stance. She punched out at me. I moved with instinct, blocking her first bunch then catching a kick that sprayed sand across my face. I gasped, the pain stinging across my eyes. I blinked back tears, half-blinded.

Kurtis rushed past me, unmindful of my flames. He seized Mother’s arm, stopping her punch from hitting me in the face. Mother snarled and pushed him off. I twisted her foot I still held. It spun her entire body. Her blue hair flew wild.

She landed on her side and then rolled over. With grace, she gained her feet and snarled as she threw a vicious blow at me. Kurtis lunged in from behind and body-slammed his shoulder into her back. Mother flew to the ground at my feet.

She snarled and swept around, her leg kicking for mine. I gasped as she knocked them out from beneath me. I landed hard on my backside. I groaned and lashed out with my legs. I wrapped my thighs around her head and pulled her face right down into my pussy.

She snarled and then steam burst around my vulva. I groaned as she bathed my cunt in this wonderful warmth. It jetted into my cunt’s depths. It filled me up, stimulating my twat. I shuddered and then humped my furred muff into my mother’s pussy.

My flames died down as I groaned in delight, pinning her mouth against my pussy. She shook her head, rubbing her face around against my cunt. Her lips smeared over it. I shuddered at the wonderful delight of her rubbing on me.

It was amazing.

“Hold her!” Kurtis snarled. “We can’t let her transform!”

He was behind our kneeling mother who fought to rip free of my thighs. But I held her tight. I felt this power coursing through me. I groaned at the warrior heat pumping through my veins. My hair glowed brightly about my head.

What was I?

Then Kurtis aimed his cock right at our mother’s ass. He pressed it into her butt-cheeks. I smiled at him, my pussy growing even hotter. I grabbed our mother’s hair, using my hands to keep her face pinned to my pussy along with my thighs’ grip.

“Fuck her ass,” Lasla cheered from behind. “Oh, my god, fuck her ass and tame her!”

“Yes,” Iliasa moaned. “If you force her, it’s not her fault. She’s as helpless as the rest of us.”

Kurtis’s blue eyes met mine. I shuddered at the sight of him. Then he winked at me and thrust.

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Kurtis

Pyrriah was amazing.

I didn’t know how she’d done that, but it had been so awesome to see her transform and then take down our mother like that. Flames had blazed from her. That couldn’t have come from our dragon-mother. It had to be something else.

I pushed against my dragon-mother’s asshole. Iliasa and Lasla cheered me on. Pyrriah’s eyes met mine. I could see the joy in her as she held our mother’s face to her pussy. It was so hot. My dick throbbed against that taboo asshole.

I rammed my cock forward.

Lubed only by Mother Sianili’s pussy juices, I buggered my dragon-mother’s asshole. Her anal ring spread and spread apart. Then she groaned as my cock popped into her bowels. It was so amazing to experience her velvety grip as I slid into her anal sheath.

“Kurtis!” she snarled into Pyrriah’s pussy. Steam burst up around her head.

Pyrriah moaned.

“You are going to pay for this!”

“I doubt that, Mother,” I said and grinned at my twin sister.

Pyrriah’s hair kept growing bright red. She shuddered, humping her pussy against Mother’s face as my dick slid to the hilt in her asshole. I bottomed out in my mother’s bowels. It felt incredible to be in her. That wonderful, silky heat engulfed my dick. I reveled in it. I savored every last second of that tight ass being around me.

I drew back my cock. The heat surged through me. I shuddered and then slammed my dick back into my mother’s anal depths. The incestuous pleasure rushed up my cock and warmed my aching balls. I groaned out my pleasure as I fucked her asshole.

I pounded her hard.

I didn’t show my dragon-mother any mercy. She could take it. She almost killed me. I had to tame her. I had to make her cry out in ecstasy on my dick. Her bowels clenched around me. She growled into Pyrriah’s cunt.

“Kurtis!” she snarled, her hips bucking back to knock me out of her asshole. “I’m going to rip your head off.”

“Not after I make you cum, Mother!” I growled. I held on tight. I wouldn’t let anything pull me out of her asshole. “You’re going to be singing my praise. Just like Sianili does. You’re going to be my sluts together.”

“Oh, yes, yes, let’s do that, Azuliana!” Sianili moaned.

“You, sluts, lick up your mother’s pussy,” Lasla commanded behind her.

“Yes, Mistress Lasla,” Iliasa and Frelia purred.

“See, Mother Azuliana, they’re already Kurtis’s,” Lasla said. She knelt down beside me. She was practically my other twin sister. Her blue eyes blazed with her lust. Her tanned breasts jiggled as she squirmed beside me. “Fuck her hard, brother.”

I winked at her. “I’m going to tame her just like Thrak tamed Faoril.”

“Yes!” Pyrriah moaned, her round breasts heaving.

“You think your cock will defeat me?” demanded Azuliana, her bowels clenching about my dick.

My hands slid around and found her large breasts. I squeezed them as I drove my cock in and out of her tight bowels. I pounded her anal sheath, my heavy balls smacking into her taint. I grinned as I kneaded her lush mounds.

“Why not?” I demanded as I savored buggering my dragon-mother. “My father tamed your cunt.”

“He was a god!” she hissed.

“And?” I asked. “How long has it been since you’ve had a dick this good in you? Since him?”

“What other dick is there on the island!” she hissed.

Lasla shoved her hand down between mother’s thighs. “Ooh, she’s wet and hot. I bet she’s been thinking of our father’s cock for all these years. Wishing to have another taste. Aching to be fucked hard.”

“And now you get it, Mother!” Pyrriah moaned, her breasts jiggling. Glowing hair danced around her tossing head. “Ooh, isn’t Kurtis’s dick just the best in your asshole.”

“Isn’t it?” Sianili moaned. “I’ve been missing Las’s cock. I know you have, too. I love your clit-dick, Azuliana, I do, but your son… Matar’s big dick, your son is amazing. Enjoy him. Surrender to him. It’s amazing.”

“So amazing,” Frelia moaned, my eldest sister’s words sounding muffled.

Pyrriah shuddered, her glowing hair flowing about her face as she ground her cunt on our mother’s face. I rammed my dick to the hilt in her. I fucked my cock hard and fast into that juicy asshole. I reveled in every moment of it. In that wonderful heat surging around my cock. It was incredible to enjoy my mother’s passion. I shuddered, so eager to cum. To just explode in her bowels.

But I couldn’t.

Not until I had her.

I slammed hard into Mother’s asshole, fucking her hard as my fingers slid down to her nipples. I found those fat, hard nubs. I had suckled from them as a baby. I twisted them now. I played with them. Her anal sheath clenched down at me.

“Ooh, her cunt just got tight,” Lasla purred. “Mmm, she’s loving this.” Her other hand plunged between her own thighs to frig herself. “Yes, yes, yes, Kurtis! Ass-fuck her hard. Make her cum.”

“Make her explode!” Pyrriah panted as she squirmed on the ground, her round breasts jiggling. “Ooh, she’s moaning into my cunt. She loves it.”

“Do not!” she hissed.

“Then why are you going to cum on my dick?” I asked her, twisting her nubs. I tugged hard on them.

She gasped. Steam rose around my mother’s face again. Pyrriah moaned her delight.

“Yes, yes, yes, you’re going to explode on my dick, Mother, aren’t you?” I growled.

“Yes, cum on his cock, my sapphire!” Mother Sianili moaned. “Ooh, Frelia… Iliasa… What are you doing to my pussy?”

“Cleaning all of Kurtis’s cum out of you, Mother,” panted Iliasa. “It’s so good. You’re so good, Mother!”

“Yes,” Lasla moaned, trembling beside me.

I kept twisting my mother’s nipples and fucking her asshole harder. Faster. Her moans grew louder. Her head rubbed back and forth, grinding her lips on Pyrriah’s pussy. She gasped and moaned, her body trembling. Her breasts bounced and heaved even more.

The ache at the tip of my dick swelled. That powerful blast of cum that would explode out of me I shuddered, thrusting forward harder. Faster. My nuts smacked into her taint. I wanted to cum so badly. I had to erupt.

I fought my need. I twisted Mother’s nipples out of frustration. I growled through my teeth as I pounded her heavenly asshole. She squeezed her tight bowels down around me. Her hips wiggled. I could feel it. Her surrender swelled and swelled in her.

“Yes, yes, yes, your pussy is getting so hot, Mother Azuliana,” groaned Lasla. Her face twisted in delight. “Cum on his cock.”

“Yes!” gasped Pyrriah. “And lick my pussy. I need to cum, too, Mother!”

“Be mine, Mother!” I snarled. “Be my slut. My whore. My sexy mommy-slave. Join your mate. Your daughters. Surrender!”

A blast of steam burst around my mother’s face, rustling her sapphire hair. I slammed my dick to the hilt in her. As I drew back, her asshole spasmed. My eyes widened as I felt her bowels rippling around my cock.

I experienced the surrender of her flesh.

“No!” she moaned. “No, no, no! It feels so good! Kurtis!”

“Yes!” I snarled in triumph and slammed forward. I erupted into my mother’s asshole, her bowels writhing about me. Pleasure slammed into my mind. Stars burst across my vision. I had her. I had my dragon-mother.

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Lasla

Mother Azuliana’s pussy went wild around my fingers. Her orgasm surged through her. At the same time, her clit pulsed against the heal of my hand. I gasped in realization that her hermaphrodite-cock was about to sprout.

Kurtis couldn’t have that. He didn’t need the competition. He had to control when Mother Azuliana had a dick.

I ripped my hand free. Kurtis moaned, dumping his cum into his dragon-mother’s asshole, oblivious to what was about to happen. I had to do something. I had to keep her clit from sprouting into a dick.

How?

A story I had heard about the demigoddesses known as angels, the daughters of Pater and Slata, popped into my head. They all wore chastity belts to keep their divine father from enjoying their pussies. Azuliana needed one for her clit.

In that moment, I pictured a celestial gold belt, made of the strongest material in the world, encircling Mother Azuliana’s waist. A solid band of metal she couldn’t remove. It had a flange thrusting down what would cover her clit with just a small cup. If she tried to grow her hermaphrodite-cock, it would swell into the small space, not above to grow larger than an inch.

I pictured it so clearly in my mind and…

Lusty power surged out of me. In a flash of pink shimmers, a gold belt appeared around my mother’s waist. I shiver of awe washed across me. I shoved my hand back down and felt what I had imagined, the little cup over her clit, leaving her pussy and asshole free to be fucked.

“What?” Mother Azuliana gasped. “Now, what is that over my clit.”

“Your cock cage!” I gasped, the words seeming to whisper out of my soul. “I made a sex toy.” I glanced at Kurtis, staring at him in such awe. “I can make sex toys, Kurtis.”

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Kurtis

I stared at Lasla as the last of my cum pumped into my mother’s writhing asshole. “What?”

“I just thought of her chastity cock cage, and it appeared and…” She pointed at my chest. “That’s the key.”

I glanced down and there, dangling from a gold chain, was a slender key. Dainty. I blinked in shock as I stared at it. Then I glanced down at my mother. I pulled out of her asshole. Pyrriah’s thighs relaxed.

“No, no, no,” Mother Azuliana gasped. She rolled over, her fingers pulling at the gold flange thrusting down over her clit. The metal was too strong. “Let my clit grow. I need it.”

“You need it.” I smiled. “This?” I dangled the key before me.

“Yes!” she gasped and lunged for it.

I pulled it out of her reach but wasn’t fast enough. She seized it. Then her eyes widened. She screamed and released it.

Lasla had a big smile on her lips. “Only Kurtis can set you free.”

“But… but…” My mother stared at me with these wild eyes. All the rage had vanished. “How am I ever supposed to make love to Sianili again?”

“She has my cock, so she doesn’t need yours,” I said, smiling. “But, if you’re good, I’ll let you grow your dick and fuck her pussy. Or Iliasa’s or Frelia’s cunts.”

“Kurtis!” Rage reappeared in her expression. “I’m your mother. I can tear you apart. You think you can stand up to me in my dragon form.” Her flesh rippled. She began to expand and then contracted. Her eyes bulged in shock. She grabbed at the belt.

“Ooh, you can’t grow big with it on,” Lasla moaned. “Oh, that’s so hot. Let’s see… You need this, too.”

A gold collar made of chains appeared around her neck. It was connected to a matching leash, the end in my hand. Mother whimpered in shock as her hands shot to the chain of gold. She felt around it, looking for the clasp. For a break.

“It unlocks with the key,” said Lasla. “No changing. No transforming. You’re his.”

“His!” Mother glared at me. Then she drew in her breath.

“Tug on it, Kurtis,” Lasla said as fear rippled through me.

I yanked hard.

The chains choked off my mother’s breath attack. Her eyes bulged as the links dug into her flesh. Her entire body trembled. She shook her head, sapphire hair dancing. She grabbed at the chains, struggling to pull them from her throat.

I relaxed my pull.

She gasped for air.

“If you can’t be good, Mother, then you’re going to get treated like a bitch.”

She glowered at me.

“Mmm, yes,” moaned Pyrriah.

“You didn’t make Pyrriah cum,” I said. “Your daughter ground her pussy on your face, and you didn’t even lick her. What sort of terrible mother are you.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Sianili moaned. It sounded like she was cumming. “Frelia! Iliasa. You’re such amazing daughters.”

“This is wrong, Kurtis,” my dragon-mother said. She folded her arms beneath her large breasts.

“And you didn’t cum hard enough on my dick, Mother?” I asked. I shook it at her. “You didn’t milk this cock dry with your dirty ass. I’m still hard.”

She flushed and looked away.

“I bet you want more, don’t you?”

She didn’t answer

I yanked on the leash. She snapped her head up, coughing. “I bet you want my dick fucking you again, don’t you?”

She bit her lip, cheeks scarlet.

“Say it, Mother,” I said.

“Yes,” she muttered. “That’s what you want to hear, right? That I love your cock. That I want you to fuck me again. Well, I won’t beg for—”

I yanked on the chain. Her words choked off. I shook my head. “Mother, Mother, Mother, you are so stubborn. You’re going to beg for me to fuck your cunt because if you do, I’ll let your cock sprout and fuck Frelia in the ass.”

“Ooh, yes, yes, fuck me in the ass, Mother!” Frelia moaned.

Panic burst in my mother’s deep, sapphire eyes. She whimpered, glancing at Frelia.

I smiled.

“That’s right. When you’re a good mommy-slave, you get to fuck Frelia or Iliasa or even Sianili in the asshole. Not their pussies—I am trying to breed them—but you can ram into their assholes. You can get that pleasure from them. Don’t tell me you don’t want your daughters. They’re hot. Right, Iliasa.”

“We’re so hot, Mother!” my busty, older sister purred. “And if you want to fuck our asses, we’ll let you. We’re his slaves, too. Our brother is just too strong. You have to surrender.”

“Have to, my sapphire,” Sianili moaned. “We can serve him together. He made me cum so hard. And I know he did the same for you.”

Mother swallowed.

“Now,” I said. “I want you to turn around, lick Pyrriah’s pussy, and thrust your cunt out at me. I want you to wiggle your ass in invitation. Beg me to fuck your cunt by shaking that plump rump at me. I know you can do it, Mother. That will make me happy.” I pulled on the leash, not had enough to choke her. “Don’t make me punish you for being a bad mommy.”

She stared at me with defiance for a heartbeat longer, then she turned around, bent down in submission, and thrust her rump up at me. She presented her hairless cunt to me. My dirty dick throbbed as I stared at my mother’s twat.

This would be delicious.

Our mother pressed her face willingly between Pyrriah’s thighs this time. I watched in delight as our mother attacked my twin’s pussy. Pyrriah gasped, her red hair flaring brighter with her pleasure. She had saved my life today.

I stared at her, letting her feel my love.

Pyrriah winked at me and then shuddered. “Mother, yes! Eat my pussy! Ooh, you naughty dragoness. Get that tongue in me. Mmm, next time you eat me out, I’ll have all of Kurtis’s yummy cum for you to clean out.”

I smiled at that and fell to my knees behind my mother’s pussy. Here was the ultimate cunt to breed. It would be exciting knocking up my step-mother, my sylph-sisters, Lasla, and Pyrriah, but to impregnate the dragoness who birthed me…

Wouldn’t that be the ultimate delight?

The most depraved act I could commit. I hoped my father was proud of the lust I had embraced.

I pressed my dirty dick against my mother’s clean and juicy pussy. I pushed my cock right against her hot vulva. Her juices coated the tip. The sweet aroma of her juices filled my nose. She groaned into Pyrriah’s cunt.

“Yeah, you can feel your son’s dirty dick on your cunt,” I growled. “That’s fresh from your ass.” I pressed it right to the entrance of her cunt. “Now push back. Work your pussy down my cock. Swallow me, Mommy-slut!”

My dragon-mother’s butt-cheeks clenched. She growled into my twin’s pussy. Then Mother thrust her hips back. I groaned as her silky and soft pussy lips slid over my crown. The delight swept through my boy. That wonderful, delicious, and juicy cunt swallowed inch after inch of my dick. She took more and more of me into her.

I groaned, my balls tightening. This wonderful pleasure swelled down my cock. Her pussy felt amazing, but she was taking too long. I gripped my hips and pumped away at her. I thrust hard into her snatch.

I rammed to the hilt in my mother’s pussy.

“Gods, yes!” I moaned.

Mother gasped into my twin’s pussy. I groaned at that hot cunt squeezing around my dirty dick. I pulled back my cock. I slid out of her, loving her squeezing about me. It was incredible to enjoy. The heat was delicious. My nuts drank it in. Then I buried back into her. I plowed hard and fast into her pussy.

My balls smacked into her shaved flesh. She moaned, her blue hair swaying as she rubbed her face into my twin’s pussy. Pyrriah moaned. She gasped. Her entire body trembled. She bit her lips and squirmed on the ground. Her eyes fluttered.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Mother! Mother!”

“Make her cum, Mother!” I growled, gripping her hips as I pounded her with my dirty dick. “And then cum on my cock. Polish my dick clean of your ass, Mother.”

“Yes, Kurtis!” she moaned.

I grabbed her chain and yanked hard. I ripped her head up from Pyrriah’s cunt. “That’s master now, slut!”

Her pussy clenched around my dick. “Yes, Master!”

She buried her head back down into my sister’s pussy and feasted. Pyrriah gasped. It was obvious that our mother ate out Pyrriah with even more fervor now. Saying the M word had triggered something in my dragon-mother.

I had utterly tamed her.

This wonderful heat rushed through me. I fucked away at her hard. Fast. I plowed with hard strokes into my mother’s pussy, her cunt buffing my dick clean. My balls grew tight with my load of cum. I would fire so much seed into her.

I would breed my mother.

“Las’s mighty cock!” I cried out. “Yes, yes, yes! That’s it! Fuck!”

I plowed into her. I fucked her hard and fast. I buried to the hilt in my mother’s cunt. Her butt-cheeks clenched. My cum bubbled out of her asshole, matting her crack. I rammed my dick hard and fast into my mother’s cunt. I fucked her with passion. With unrestrained vigor.

I groaned, loving this pleasure.

“That’s it, Mother!” I growled. “That’s fucking it. Take it. Take that big dick. That’s your son’s cock reaming you. You’re going to cum on it, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” she squealed, her pussy clenching down on me. It was incredible to feel. She would explode on my dick.

I buried hard. Fast. I slammed to the hilt in her again and again. I plunged into her juicy twat with passion. I loved every second of her cunt writhing about my dick. The pleasure surged through my body and down my cock.

The ache reached that breaking point, but I held back. My mother had to make Pyrriah cum first. I needed to feel my mother’s twat surrendering to my dick with her orgasm. So I fought it back. I controlled myself the way a man did.

The way Thrak did.

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Pyrriah. “Las’s big dick! Mother! Mother!”

“Cum on her face!” I groaned.

“I’m almost there!” she moaned while our sisters and step-mother gasped behind us. “Yes!”

Pyrriah bucked. Her tits heaved. Her red hair flared brighter still, fiery lights dancing around the area. My mother’s pussy clamped down on my cock as she feasted on her daughter’s cunt juices. It was so wild.

“Mother!” Pyrriah gasped.

“My sweet daughter!” groaned my mother. “And my big, strong, dominating son! Yes!”

Mother’s pussy went wild about my dick.

I groaned as that incestuous sheath writhed around me. That wonderful, amazing heaven of flesh rippled with hunger around me. Spasmed with the passion of my mother’s orgasm. Her hot cunt sucked at me. Her pussy worked at my dick.

I pumped away at her, that orgasming flesh buffing my cock clean. I loved every second of it. I savored every last moment of thrusting into her convulsing flesh. It was just the best. I groaned, this amazing twat sucked at my dick. My mother’s cunt wanted my cum.

“Las’s mighty cock!” I howled.

“Cum in me, Master!” Mother gasped. “Please!”

“Flood her!” Lasla moaned from behind me. “Breed your mother!”

“Yes!” I snarled and buried in my mother’s cunt.

I erupted.

My cum fired hot into her writhing flesh. I threw back my head as I pumped my cum over and over into her twat. I flooded her again and again. The pleasure rushed through my mind. My balls unloaded every spurt of cum I had.

I swayed there, holding her hips tight as I fired my spunk into her depths. It was incredible to experience. I groaned, loving every moment of this heady rush. My balls emptied my seed into my mother’s fertile womb.

“Gods damn!” I growled as her pussy sucked out the last of my cum. “Mother!”

“My dominating son!” she moaned. Her head lifted, her collar jingling around her throat. “You filled me.”

“Hopefully bred you,” I said. “You want that, don’t you? To carry another child. To have your son’s seed quicken in your womb.”

“Yes, Master,” she moaned, her eyes so wide.

I grinned and ripped out of her cunt. “Go untie your wife. Then I want you both over here sucking on my dick.”

“Yes, Master,” moaned Mother.

She crawled to where Sianili lay bound. Lasla was shuddering as she came on Iliasa’s mouth. My sexy, black-haired sister grinned at me, her blue eyes bright and hungry. She shuddered and then rose from her feet.

“You were amazing, brother,” she said and threw her arms around me.

She kissed me with passion. I savored the feel of her lips on mine. I grabbed her ass, kneading her rump while my dick throbbed and ached against her stomach. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. She danced it around in me.

Then she broke it. “Enjoy.”

“You, too.”

She grinned. “I can make sex toys.”

“Have fun with that,” I told her. “I can dominate women.”

“Yes, you can. Have fun with that.” Lasla rubbed her nose against mine. Then she headed over to Pyrriah.

I watched as my mother untied her wife. Sianili was staring at me with hungry eyes. Her slender body twitched. The knots came undone, freeing her legs and then her wrists. She sat up, red marks left behind from the rope. She rubbed at them all while staring at his cock with desire.

“It’s the best dick, isn’t it?” purred Sianili.

“Yes, it is, my windy wisp,” Mother cooed.

She kissed her wife. Their lips met. Their tongues danced. I loved the sight of them kissing. It made my dick so hard as I stood over them. The pair of them were loving each other. It was a beautiful sight.

My two Mommy-slaves kissing.

“What do you want Iliasa and I to do, Master?” Frelia asked.

“I’m sure our sisters will find something to do with you two,” I said.

“Yes, yes, get over here!” Lasla gasped.

“Yes, Mistress Lasla,” my older sylph-sisters said in near unison.

They hurried past me while my mothers broke their kiss and crawled to me. They were both so sexy, Sianili with her white hair and yellow eyes, Azuliana with her deep-blue eyes and sapphire hair. I groaned as they grabbed my cock.

Their hands stroked up and down me while they licked their lips. Then they leaned in and kissed at the sides. I groaned as their tongues danced around my crown. They caressed me. They teased me. This heat rushed through me. My cock throbbed and ached.

Then they were both kissing at my aching crown. They sucked on my cock. Their dicks fluttered around my shaft. The caressed me. Nursed on me. It was amazing to feel. I groaned, loving every last lick and lap at my dick. It was amazing to experience.

They bathed my cock with their tongues, and then Mother Sianili groaned, “Las had us do this to his dick.”

“Mmm, you’re so much like him, Master,” Mother groaned. “Just as sexy and commanding.”

“Yes!”

Their lips kissed at my cock again, cleaning up my mother’s sweet juices on me. Their tongues bathed me. They swept around me, brushing the crown. My balls tightened from the excitement of this moment.

My heart raced from the pleasure they sent shooting down my dick. Their lips brushed as they loved my crown. Their tongues caressed as they worshiped me. It was so incredible. I shuddered at their touch sweeping over my dick.

Then my dragon-mother engulfed my dick with her hot and delicious mouth.

“That’s it, my sapphire,” moaned Mother Sianili. “Suck on your son’s cock. Mmm, yes, yes, you can be such a slut. I love it. Love you.”

“Gods damn, she’s sucking my dick with hunger,” I groaned.

“I’ve shown her how a cock should be worshiped, Master.”

I grinned at the sylph. “I bet you have. But you don’t get to suck her cock any longer unless I say so.”

“Yes, Master.”

My dragon-mother kept sucking the entire time. She bobbed her mouth, working her lips down my shaft before she sucked back up it. I groaned, loving every moment of that delight. My dick ached and throbbed in her mouth.

This heat rushed through me. My dick twitched and throbbed as she bobbed her mouth. She sucked with hunger. My balls ached. Mother Sianili stroked my cock and watched with hunger, her white hair dancing in a breeze that touched only her.

Then my dragon mother ripped off her mouth. “Show my son your skill!”

“Yes!” Mother Sianili moaned.

She engulfed my cock.

Sucked.

My eyes bulged at the pressure that my step-mother created. The sylph’s suction was unreal. She created a vacuum in her mouth. My dick twitched and throbbed. My crown ached. My nuts swayed as I savored the pleasure.

My hands balled into fists. I growled out my pleasure as I reveled in the thrill of this amazing, sucking mouth. My dragon-mother cupped my balls. She lightly kneaded them, adding a drip of spice to the wonderful pleasure that the sylph gave me.

“Las’s big dick!” I cursed. “Mother Sianili! You’re a cock-sucking slut.”

“Isn’t she?” my mother moaned. “Ooh, she always makes my pussy clench so hard. Mmm, I’m going to be such a good mommy-slave so you’ll take off my cock cage and let her blow me. It’s amazing.”

“It is!”

Then Mother Sianili bobbed her head. She worked that hot and hungry mouth up and down my dick. The suction went lower and then it really pulled on me when she slid back. Her cheeks hollowed. Slurping sounds came from her mouth.

I grunted. Groaned. My balls twitched in my mother’s soft hands. She massaged me as her wife sucked on my cock with such force. It was incredible. I felt dizzy from the bliss that swept around me. I couldn’t take much more of this.

It wouldn’t be long before I was cumming.

Then Mother Sianili popped her lips off my dick. My dragon-mother’s warmer mouth engulfed my tip. I groaned at her, loving the contrast. She still sucked with hunger, but not with that power. Mother Sianili had a bright smile on her lips.

“Enjoy, Master?”

“You gods damn better believe I did,” I groaned, my dick twitching and throbbing in my mother’s mouth. “You’re amazing.”

She smiled at me.

My dragon-mother bathed my dick with her tongue. Her saliva soaked it. The heat melted down to my balls, warming up my jizz. I groaned, savoring that delight. She popped her mouth off and passed my dick back to Mother Sianili.

The heavenly suction returned. My eyes almost rolled back in my head. I groaned, my toes curling into the sandy soil. My chest rose and fell. My balls tightened. The ache swelled faster and faster, threatening to erupt.

Then the two beauties swapped again.

They passed me back and forth. I went from the warm ecstasy of my dragon-mother’s mouth to the sucking rapture of my step-mother’s. It was incredible. Every time I was about to cum, they passed me off, prolonging my pleasure for that much longer.

“You two are amazing Mommy-slaves!” I growled. “Oh, Gods damn, yes. I’m going to cum!”

“On our faces?” my dragon-mother asked with such eagerness. She stared up at me with her sapphire eyes gleaming.

“Yes!” I growled.

They switched cocks again. “Oh, yes, yes,” Mother Sianili panted, drool running down her chin, “cum on our faces. Jizz all over us.”

My orgasm swelled in my mother’s mouth. Her warmth soaked down to my balls. I couldn’t hold out any longer. She sucked hard as she slid her lips up my crown. As they caressed over my sensitive tip, it happened.

I erupted.

“Las’s mighty cock!”

I spurted my cum across the sexy mother’s faces. I basted the dragon and sylph’s gorgeous features with my cum. I marked them utterly as mine. They were tamed, just like they’re sylph-daughters. I shuddered, my balls emptying on their faces.

The pleasure slammed through my mind. It burst across my thoughts as I painted ropy lines of cum from my dragon-mother’s face to her wife’s. The creamy jizz ran across their features. I shuddered, my thoughts melting beneath the onslaught of rapture.

“Master!” Mother moaned and then thrust out her tongue.

My jizz landed there.

“Master! Master!” my step-mother whimpered as my cum splashed over her face. “We’re yours!”

“Yours!” roared my dragon-mother. The last dragon alive. And I had tamed her. Would breed her.

I smiled as I watched the cum dripping down their faces. I was truly Las’s son. This island was mine. I owned every pussy on it. I breathed in deeply as the two sexy slaves turned and began licking my cum off the other’s face.

They shared my jizz. They reveled in it. I owned them both. I grinned and savored the pleasure coursing through my veins.

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Lasla

“That’s so hot,” I said, my arm around Pyrriah’s waist. Hers around mine.

Our sylph sisters licked at our pussies. We had cum once on their mouths and then made them switch. I had Iliasa lapping at my cunt as I watched my mother turn and lick cum off Mother Azuliana’s features.

“Our brother is amazing,” Pyrriah said. She rested her head on my shoulder. “I love him so much. He’s going to do such great things. I can just feel it.”

“You did some great things,” I said. I glanced at her, questions rippling through my thoughts. “You burned like a torch.”

“I know. It felt right.” Pyrriah sighed. “Ooh, Frelia, just like that. That’s how you eat my cunt.”

I watched our mothers share our brother’s cum. Kurtis stood triumph over the two sexy mothers. His seed dripped from their faces. It was even more beautiful than I had imagined in all my wild fantasies.

My dreams were exceeded by the reality of watching their pink tongues trading white jizz back and forth. Kurtis turned and glanced at us. He had such a dominating look in his blue eyes. I shuddered at just how sexy my brother was.

The Son of Las would breed us all. I couldn’t wait to have his babies. Just the way our lusty father would want it.

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Kurtis – Two Months Later

“They’re definitely pregnant,” Mother Sianili said while Pyrriah and Lasla were in the bushes. The indelicate sounds coming from them had been happening every morning for the last few days. “They’ve missed their monthlies twice now.”

“Wow,” I said, this awe bustling through me. I’d bred my two sisters. My twin and our honorary triplet. “That’s… Wow.”

Mother Sianili, her gold collar gleaming about her throat, hugged me tight. “Congratulations, Master.”

“Yeah,” I said. It felt surreal. Amazing but surreal. I had wanted this, but now the reality was here. I grinned. I wanted to breed all my women. My mothers and my sisters. And out there in the greater world, there were other women. Other daughters who’d descended from Las’s cum. All sorts of wicked, monstrous girls for me to breed.

Lasla emerged first. She wiped her mouth with a banana leaf and then grinned at me. “Your cock is firing virile seed. Got us both.”

“Yes,” Pyrriah said, sounding happy as she emerged, her red hair swaying about her stomach. “I—”

My dragon-mother rushed by us, her gold collar of chains and her chastity cock cage flashing in the morning sunlight. She threw herself into the bushes. The retching sound made us all wince. And then…

“Her, too,” Sianili said. “You bred your mother, Master.”

“And you?”

She shook her head. “Nor your sylph sisters. Not yet.”

“Yet,” I said, a big grin on my lips. I put my arm around Sianili. “Let’s say I pump that cum full of jizz.”

“Yes, Master,” the slender sylph smiled. My step-mother kissed me with hunger. I wouldn’t rest until I had bred every woman on this island.

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Las, God of Lust – The Aquamarine Palace

Soon, my newest mermaid daughters would reach Kurtis. The Oracle of Sands had been right; the day would come when I would need a son.

A strong and virile son.

I closed my eyes, hearing Throwia approach to torment me once more. I didn’t mind. I had the key to my freedom out there. Kurtis would make me proud. Especially with his sisters.

Pyrriah was such a surprise. I only expected to have one daughter Lasla. It made me wonder what game Gewin’s bizarre daughter was up to by inserting herself in Kurtis’s life.

To be continued…

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Sue finds out that there is no such thing as a sure bet.

A huge thank you to Keira and Alexandra for beta reading!

A knock at the door pulled Sarah’s attention from her computer, the seemingly endless lines of code blurring as she rubbed at her eyes and took off her headphones, leaving the quiet sounds of her Spotify playlist to dance through her small office. The cool air from the open window swiftly made itself known to Sarah’s body as she shivered and pulled her attention from the screen in front of her.

Blearily, she checked the time on her phone, 9:15? Who’s here this late?

She called out softly, just loud enough to be heard through the door, “Come in.”

Jane opened up the door and ducked inside, pulling it closed behind her. Sarah’s momentary frustration at being disrupted evaporated in a moment, Jane was a source of joy in Sarah’s life, and she was as excited to see her then as she ever was. Jane’s smile was a sight that Sarah craved, and seeing it light up the room as fire spread through Jane’s cheeks was enough to pique Sarah’s interest and drive her curiosity into overdrive.

“Uh-um, I thought I saw light under your door, and um, I was just wondering if you’d be able to give me a ride home? I don’t want to be a bother, it’s jus—”

Sarah interrupted, grabbing her keys from her desk and standing. “Honey of course! You know I’m always happy to help!”

Some tension drained from Jane, even as she mentally berated herself for stammering, she was supposed to be confident here dammit! As she drew together her confidence she fidgeted with the strap of her bag while Sarah gathered her things. Before Jane could talk herself out of speaking, she let slip the words that had her blushing and that had set her stomach into a twisting, churning mess before coming to see Sarah. “I know you like me.”

Sarah froze, her water bottle that she had been halfway into moving from desk to bag clenched tightly in her hands, mind racing as she tried to piece together what Jane had just said. Her mind simply gave up in response to Jane’s admission, leaving her to stammer out a quick response.

“I-Whu-Bluh-Noooooo.”

Jane laughed softly, the last of the tension dropping from her as she stood watching Sarah, who had frozen like a deer in headlights, face turned to Jane’s and frozen in a look of stark terror. “Sarah sweetheart, it’s okay, I’ve known for a little while now, and, well, you know how I like to repay favors.”

Sarah stood stock still, heart hammering in her chest as she desperately tried to put together the new information that had been dumped on her, and marry that new information with months of what she thought was subtle pining. Jane couldn’t help but laugh a little harder. “Sarah, you are such a dork. Oh my god.”

Jane circled Sarah’s desk, dropping her bag along the way. She rested her hands on Sarah’s shoulders, slowly pushing her down onto her chair, giggling softly as she heard the soft thump of the water bottle slipping from Sarah’s hands and hitting the floor. Turning to clear the table behind her, Jane slowly slid onto it, leaning forward to give Sarah a clear view down the front of her dress and whisper to her. “Come here, I’ve seen you stealing those glances at my tits, don’t you want to see them properly?”

Sarah’s mind raced, still desperately grappling with what was happening. Jane wanted her Sarah to see her tits? Terrified and excited, Sarah slid herself forward, swearing to herself that even if this situation was weird as anything, she wouldn’t let an opportunity to be with this total goddess slip through her fingers. She slowly moved in between Jane’s legs as Jane moved back to sitting straight. “That’s a good girl Sarah, but you didn’t answer my question.” As she spoke, Jane ran her finger along the bust of her dress, pulling it down by the barest amount, just enough to expose a hint of flesh and set Sarah’s heart hammering in her chest even harder, somehow the thrill of Jane purposefully exposing that small hint of herself eclipsing the view she had just been granted. Swallowing hard, Sarah managed to push out a response, slowly at first, but building to an unceasing stream of words as she found a semblance of confidence.

“Jane please, oh my god, Jane, fuck. Please show me your tits, they’re so fucking nice and I need to see them, Jane please, please, please-”

Jane smiled wide, hooking her fingers under each arm of her dress and pulling it down over her dark lace bra, the material clung tightly to her, framing the delicate softness of Jane’s prodigious chest, a sight that Sarah had long let herself fantasise about, without ever believing she’d lay her eyes on it.

Jane reached around to her back, pushing her chest forward towards Sarah in the doing, and unhooked her bra, leaving it to cling for a moment before she pulled it away, placing it to the side. The skin on Jane’s tits rippled as the cool night air swept over them, breaking out in goosebumps as her nipples hardened by the second. Sarah could scarcely believe the sight laid before her, she had had fantasies about a moment like this, Jane baring herself to her, showing her the tits that were somehow more wonderful than Sarah could have imagined. They sat heavy on her chest, their mass making Sarah’s back twinge just looking at them, they jiggled slightly with Jane’s movements as she brought her hands up to catch them, her hands merely framing them, having no need to hold up the tits that sat high and held their shape from the bra. Looking down at Sarah, Jane couldn’t help but smile a little at the awestruck look upon her face. “So you like them?”

“This is already beyond any possible repayment for driving you anywhere, holy fuck your tits are wonderful. I’m going to try to remember this moment forever. My god you’re beautiful.”

Jane smiled before biting her lip and slowly kneading her chest and softly tugging her nipples, lightly moaning with each small tug and keeping her eyes locked on Sarah’s. “Well, if you wanted to pay me back, you could always, um…” With the final words, Jane dropped a hand to touch the hem of her dress, pulling it up to show just the smallest extra hint of thigh.

Sarah eagerly pushed forward, running her hands up the sides of Jane’s legs until they hit the hem of her dress, then slowly pushing the dress up her thighs, the material catching and jumping as it hit the soft hairs of Jane’s legs. As it moved, inch by painstaking inch, the dark lace of Jane’s underwear was revealed. Jane’s face flushed with heat as Sarah revealed her matching set of underwear, her hands ceasing their kneading of her tits to merely hold them as she softly whispered to Sarah, “Quick confession. I was sorta hoping you were staying late tonight, hence the, uh…”

Sarah smiled as her stomach did flips at the admission, this beautiful, amazing, gorgeous fucking hot girl had been hoping to spring this situation on her? Sarah couldn’t help but let herself be filled with images of Jane imaging a scene much like this and touching herself, the fantasy mingling with the overwhelming sight in front of her. She pushed the dress up and over the black lace, exposing just the smallest hint of Jane’s stomach to the air. Jane moved her hands to the band of her underwear, but Sarah responded by placing her own hands over the tops of Jane’s and sliding them back up the sides of Jane’s stomach.

“Let me.”

Having moved Jane’s hands back, Sarah let her own drop to Jane’s thighs, gently moving them as she brought her lips to the soft skin, planting soft kiss after soft kiss onto her leg, slowly moving higher up, closer and closer to the hem of lace that Jane had tried to remove so prematurely. As Sarah’s lips reached the lace she brought her fingers around, lifting the lace up to plant a kiss on the skin just to the side of Jane’s aching pussy, breathing deeply of the sweet scent of Jane’s clear arousal for her, while Jane moaned long and low for her, before letting the fabric snap back into position. Sarah shakily heaved out a breath and continued across to Jane’s other leg, planting dozens of soft kisses along her skin, drinking in the sound of Jane’s breath hitching and faltering as she continued to play with her own tits, twisting and pulling at the nipples while Sarah worshipped her in a way that she had never experienced before.

As Sarah made her way back along Jane’s leg, she brought her hands from the tops of Jane’s legs to her underwear, slowly pulling them down as Jane shuffled slightly to let them slide under her ass. As Jane’s pussy was revealed Sarah let out her own moan of pleasure and excitement, darting forward to place a quick peck of a kiss onto the wet outer folds of Jane’s cunt, before licking her lips and excitedly moving her hands to softly part those outer lips, revealing Jane’s soaking pink pussy.

“Oh fuck Jane, oh god you’re so fucking beautiful—” as she spoke, Sarah darted in to kiss the area around Jane’s pussy, “—I love your pussy—” a kiss and a slow rub around Jane’s cunt, “—You smell so fucking good—” a soft lick at the wetness that was accumulating around Jane’s cunt “—You taste so fucking good—” a longer, slower lick, starting at the base of her cunt and working its way up to softly push at Jane’s clitoral hood “—I could eat you out for fucking ever.”

As Sarah finished speaking she felt Jane’s hands encircle her head, grabbing onto hair and pulling her into Jane’s pussy. Sarah eagerly responded, repeating her long, slow lick while raising her eyes to see Jane looking desperately down at her. Enraptured by the view and the taste, Sarah dove in with enthusiasm, letting her senses be overtaken by Jane, the taste of her cunt filling her mouth and setting Sarah’s pussy into overdrive, ensuring that her underwear would be thoroughly soaked by the end of their encounter. The hot scent of Jane’s desire mingling with sweat almost overwhelmed her scent, Jane’s beautiful face looking down at her over the soft mounds of her tits, with those eyes that would always capture Sarah’s attention whenever they saw each other, Jane’s soft flesh moving under Sarah’s fingers as she massaged and moved Jane’s legs slightly, and those hot fucking moans that Jane could barely supress as Sarah pleasured her.

The tiniest shred of Sarah’s mind that hadn’t been consumed by her lust could feel herself fall for Jane more and more by the second, the dark wells of her eyes drawing her in, the soft feel of her body that Sarah couldn’t help but imagine cuddled up beside her, or holding her tightly. In the heat of the moment, Sarah wanted nothing more than to hear those moans every day for the rest of her life.

Sarah trailed her tongue up, letting it circle and lightly flick at Jane’s clit, each tiny shudder and elicited moan giving Sarah more confidence, she began to focus more directly on Jane’s clit, each flick sending a shudder through Jane’s body, building in intensity as she moaned and writhed under Sarah’s attentions. Sarah felt the hands gripping her hair clench as Jane shuddered violently, orgasm racing through her body like burning fire scorching through her nerves, she held Sarah’s face to her cunt, desperate for her to hold on to that intensity that she had built, Jane bit her lip to hold in the moan that threatened to echo through the office, rolling her head back to lie herself across the desk and let out a huff of breath.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit. Sarah you’re a fucking godess, fuck.”

Sarah pulled away from Jane’s pussy to smile at her, responding simply “Thanks hun, you know I’m thinking the same about you.”

As she finished responding, Sarah moved back in, softly licking and kissing at Jane’s pussy to help bring her down from her orgasm, savouring every moment of this encounter that she’d never even let herself believe had a chance of happening. As Jane’s orgasm subsided, soft laughter overtook her. Sarah rested her head on Jane’s thigh, taking a deep breath to ask a question “What’s so funny?”

“Sarah, fuck. You have no idea how long I’ve been thinking of doing that.”

Sarah laughed a little to herself, more in awe and disbelief than anything else, planted a final kiss on Jane’s sopping wet pussy and sat back, wiping away the mess that had accumulated around her mouth with her fingers and licking up the last few small hints of the taste of Jane’s pussy.

“Shall I um, give you that lift home then?”

Jane laughed harder at Sarah’s genuine awkwardness for a few moments, before lifting her dress to cover her tits again and pulling it down to cover her ass and pussy. Taking a moment to compose herself, she smoothed her dress down over her tits and shimmied her way off of the desk.

“That would be lovely, thank you sweetie.”

The two of them awkwardly moved around each other, Sarah picking up her discarded water bottle and collecting the rest of her things, Jane gathering up her discarded underwear and bra, balling them together and depositing them in her bag. They spent the next few minutes in companionable, if awkward, silence. Sarah elected to immediately put on music for their drive back as they arrived in the car, both of their minds racing with the events of the night.

As they pulled up and Sarah stopped the car, Jane flushed red, composing herself for just a moment before speaking up.

“Um, before you drive off, just wait for a moment for me to come around and thank you?”

Sarah could barely process the question before Jane’s seatbelt was off, she was flinging her bag over one shoulder and ducking out of the car. Sarah sat for a few second in dumb silence before she noticed Jane bending over at her window and knocking. Mentally kicking herself, Sarah wound the window down, an opening Jane immediately took advantage of to stick her head and upper body in, the edge of the window catching on her dress, which Sarah belatedly realised Jane had pulled down over her arms.

“Whoops,” Jane said with a wink as her dress was pulled down over her tits. Cupping a hand around the back of Sarah’s head she pulled her in for a kiss, starting with a soft peck that both let grow in intensity, until Sarah flicked at Jane’s lips with her tongue and they let their kisses become a full makeout session, with Sarah slowly reaching up her hands to grab Jane’s tits, massaging and squeezing them as Jane began to moan into Sarah’s mouth.

Jane pulled back from their kiss, face flushed red and panting softly. She let her hand fall down the side of Sarah’s face, tracing down her neck until she reached the neck of Sarah’s shirt. Pushing fingers in lightly, her fingers found their way to one of Sarah’s tits, giving it a soft massage and her nipple a light squeeze before pulling her hand back out and running it further down the lines of Sarah’s body. Pushing her fingers underneath the band of Sarah’s denim shorts and lacy underwear, she let her fingers graze the hard flesh of Sarah’s dick, feeling Sarah’s whole body shudder under her touch. She let herself marvel at just how fucking hard Sarah was, aside from the surprising size of her.

Jane bit her lip as she pulled back slowly, lifting the hem of her dress to cover her tits again, she winked at the blushing and panting Sarah as she extracted herself from the window and prepared to head inside, parting with a final comment.

“And that gives me an extra reason to be very, very excited for the next time I come to ask you for a lift.”

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Laura, a lesbian, is being blackmailed…

Chapter 10
THE LIAR

She had been told to dress “like a girl who lies about being raped”. Laura ddn’t know exactly what that meant, but she could make some guesses. It was going to be humiliating, and she wanted to die inside, but only metaphorically. The picture of the knife remained horrifyingly literal, and Laura knew she definitely wanted to go on living, even if her life was becoming a nightmare.

It took Laura a while to select an outfit. She tried on several work outfits that were more risque than she’d normally wear, but started feeling worried about each of them, that they might be too conservative for her blackmailer. She would only get one chance to get it right and if she failed the best she could hope for was a further humiliating punishment, and at worst, the knife. In the end Laura dressed herself in her shortest skirt – a pleated tartan thing – and no panties. She wore red high heels, and a button-up white business shirt with no bra. She looked like Erica had on the weekend, really, although at least Laura’s shirt had buttons. The shirt was reasonably opaque, so you couldn’t immediately tell that Laura had no bra on, although she thought if her nipples got hard they would probably poke through the material. She decided to put a spare pair of panties and a bra in her handbag, so that if everything got too hard she’d at least have them available. Finally, she put on make-up, and looked at herself. Pink hair, pink lipstick, bulging cleavage, barely concealed ass – she looked like a whore. She felt sick inside, but she had no doubt this would satisfy her blackmailer. It would do.

Erica drove her into work. Her girlfriend was clearly curious about Laura’s sluttish attire, but she knew better than to ask about it. Laura sat in the passenger seat, trying to keep her legs tightly closed. She knew there was a camera under the glove compartment focused on her groin, because she had put it there just yesterday. Right now it had a perfect view up her skirt to her shaved cunt, if she parted her legs even a little. Having to think about her pussy the whole drive, if only to conceal it, was distracting, and Laura was embarassed to feel her twat getting a little aroused by the end of the journey.

When they reached work, Erica left her in the carpark and continued on to her own office. It was cold and overcast; Laura shivered as she crossed the bitumen parking lot, and hurried inside the large departmental offices building, heading straight for the HR section and her scheduled meeting with Chelle.

The meeting was in a large conference room, dominated by a long, round, mahogany table. Chelle was already there, sitting in one of the elegant high-backed conference chairs, and so was Alistair, who was clearly terrified and drenched in flop-sweat. In addition, two other men were present, though taking a back seat. One was Laura’s union rep, who she couldn’t for the life of her recall the name of. The other was John Mackey, Laura’s divisional head – Alistair’s boss.

Everyone looked a bit shocked when they saw Laura come in. After all, she looked like a tramp. Alistair couldn’t help casting a lustful eye across her body despite his predicament, and even Mr Mackey cracked a brief, amused smile at her clothing. Chelle curled her lip disapprovingly.

Laura blushed and tried to ignore their looks. She hated people at work thinking she was some kind of slut, but after all, she had invited it with her clothing this morning. She hunched her shoulders and crossed her arms over her chest, trying to de-emphasise her large breasts. She wished for the 100th time that she was more petite and not cursed with such huge, sluttish tits.

Chellle cleared her throat as Laura sat. ‘Thanks for coming in, Laura,” said Chelle.

“That’s okay,” said Laura nervously.

Chelle shuffled through her papers, and then looked up at Laura. “Now, we’re here to talk about a phone call you made to me yesterday afternoon. You called me, and you alleged that Alistair here, your manager, has done some terribly unprofessional and possibly illegal things to you. If true, they’re a very serious allegation, and you deserve and will get our full protection.”

Laura nodded.

Chelle continued. “So today, we’re here to work through those allegations, and learn what happened, and get some formal processes in motion..”

There was silence. Laura said nothing. Alistair was giving her a glare of pure hatred.

Chelle coughed uncomfortably. “Well, Laura, perhaps you could start by telling us what happened yesterday.”

Laura couldn’t believe this was happening to her. She had been a militant feminist all her life, and as such she’d had a dim view of girls who lied about rape. She’d talked about them to all of her friends and written online posts about them. Girls who lie about rape, she’d said, are traitors to their gender. They are dumb, stupid sluts. They deserve to go to male prison and be fucktoys for all the real rapists there. They deserve to be gangraped again and again. Women who really have been raped should be able to make appointments to beat and torture them. Girls who lie about rape are really on the side of men who want to subjugate women. They help men claim that all rape victims are liars. They help rapists. They’re no better than rapists themselves.

That was her, now, though. She had been talking about herself all along.

Laura looked down at the table. “It didn’t happen. Alistair didn’t do anything to me. I lied to you yesterday. I’m sorry.”

Alistair looked like he had been granted a pardon from the death sentence – suddenly happy, but confused. The rest of the room looked shocked and disgusted.

Chelle’s face was hardening. “You know that these allegations are very serious, Laura? Why would you lie about something like this?”

Laura took a deep breath. “Because I’m a dumb slut that likes attention.”

“What?” asked Chelle.

“Because I’m a dumb slut that likes attention.”

Chelle squinted at her. “Is Alistair making you say this, Laura?”

“I swear, Alistair hasn’t told me to say anything,” Laura pleaded, and it was completely true. And Chelle and the others appeared to sense the truth of it.

John, Alistair’s boss, stepped in. Laura couldn’t help but notice that he was looking not at her face as he spoke, but at her breasts. “Maybe you’d better tell us what DID happen yesterday, Laura.”

Laura had been thinking about this. She knew the kind of story her blackmailer wanted her to tell. He hadn’t told her to say it. But he’d told her to make them believe her. If she just kept repeating the same thing, they’d know that someone was forcing her. But she knew that deep down, they did want to believe she was lying. It was easier for them. Less paperwork. She had dressed like a dumb slut, and at an instinctive level they knew that dumb sluts told lies, so she just had to fill in the blanks to let them feel okay about thinking that.

“I’d been kind of lazy last week, so I came in to do some extra work.” She realised her hand was idly toying with the collar of her shirt, drawing attention to her cleavage, and yanked it away, embarassed. She went on. “Alistair was here, so he called me into his office. He told he was really worried about me, because I’d been dressing so sluttily recently, and he cared about me and he didn’t want to see me get fired.”

She swallowed, entering the more humiliating portion of her tale. “But I was feeling really horny, so I asked him if he wanted to fuck me. He said no, but I took off my skirt and panties anyway and tried to sit in his lap. I was hoping when he felt my bottom against his groin he’d get hard and want to use me for sex. But he freaked out and pushed me away, and I was really humiliated that he didn’t want to fuck me, so I ran away and told a story about him raping me to get back at him. But overnight I realised he didn’t deserve it, and it was my fault, so here I am.”

Chelle was shaking her head in disgust.

“Laura, you know we’re going to have to dismiss you over this.”

“Please no,” begged Laura. “I won’t do it again. I’ll be good. I’ll work closely with Alistair and do what he says. He tried to help me.”

Chelle looked at Alistair. Alistair had clearly worked out the not-so-secret-code in Laura’s plea, even if he didn’t know why it was happening.

“Yes,” said Alistair. “Laura is a good worker. I’m prepared to keep her on, although maybe she should come in an hour early each morning for counselling with me? And I think probably she should come in every day this week, not just her normal casual days. Just for this week”

Chelle sighed. “I’m not impressed, Laura. This was a horrible, dangerous game for you to have played. You’re lucky Alistair is so forgiving. We’ll keep you on, but only as long as Alistair is willing to put up with you, okay?”

Mr Mackey cleared his throat. “And I’ll be rememembering this too, Laura. Remembering that you’re a girl who lied about attempted rape.”

Laura looked down and said nothing. The humiliation was overwhelming.

Slowly, Chelle, John, and the union rep gathered their papers an, one by one, left the conference room. The door closed behind John, and then Laura was alone in the room with Alistair.

The room was large, and no one could see in from the inside. Laura felt scared and vulnerable but she knew her employment now depended on Alistair’s cooperation, so she continued to sit.

Alistair looked at Laura suspiciously. He eyed her slutty clothing and her downcast eyes. “Why are you doing this?” he asked.

“Because I’m a dumb slut who likes attention,” said Laura. She looked up, making eye contact, hoping to intimidate him.

It didn’t work. Alistair was staring at Laura’s tits, bulging against the white button-up shirt. “Are you wearing a bra today?” asked Alistair.

“No,” said Laura, blushing.

“Show me,” said Alistair.

Taking a deep breath and trying not to cry, Laura unbuttoned her shirt. The white material parted, and revealed her large, round tits. The room was cold and her nipples stiffened as they were exposed to the air. Laura had a strong urge to cover her boobs with her hands but knew Alistair needed to see them. She kept her hands by her sides and let Alistair stare.

Alistair did indeed stare. He exhaled audibly, and Laura could see the crotch of his pants beginning to tent. After a few moments, he got up, walked over, and sat at a closer chair, within reach of Laura. He leant in, and grabbed Laura’s left boob. Laura let him. His hand felt strange on her tit – so clearly masculine. It was warm, warmer than the room. Gently at first, he began to squeeze. The warmth and the pressure felt good, and Laura sighed. Then he squeezed harder, crushing her melon in his hand. It hurt, and Laura squealed involuntarily.

“What about panties?” Alistair asked, breathing heavily now. His hand was still on her tits, palpating it slowly.

Laura said nothing, only pulled up her skirt and spread her legs. Her pussy was bare and nude and just a little bit moist. Alistair gazed at it, clearly in a personal heaven.

“Seriously, why are you doing this?” he asked.

“Because I’m a dumb slut that likes attention,” said Laura. She wished she could close her legs, or hide her tits.

Alistair thought for a while. “All right,” he said. “I’m not sure what I’m going to do with you at counselling yet, but at a bare minimum there’s this.” He pinched Laura’s nippled for emphasis. “Every morning I’m going to see your tits and your cunt, and I want to find your cunt wet and aroused when I look at it. You’re going to sit in my office with your boobs and twat exposed, and tell me about your sexual encounters and your fantasies, and I’ll play with your tits and pussy if I’m in the mood. We’ll work out the rest as we go.”

Laura nodded numbly.

“Now dress yourself,” Alistair said. “Someone could come in here any minute and you look like a used whore.”

Stinging, Laura pulled down her skirt and buttoned up her shirt. Alistair left the room first and then, shortly after, Laura followed

Her next stop was her workgroup. As she approached her desk, she saw Candy and Geoffrey looking at her in contempt, sizing up her slutty outfit. That would have been bad enough by itself, but Laura had to do more.

“Hi, guys,” she said, standing by her desk. “Um, I don’t know if you heard, but I made some silly accusations on the weekend about Alistair trying to molest me. I just wanted to let you know that they’re complete lies. I only said them because I’m a dumb slut who likes attention.”

Geoffrey responded immediately. “Jesus, Laura, that’s a disgusting thing to do. What kind of horrible person are you?”

Laura felt close to tears again. “I’m a dumb slut that likes attention,” she said.

Geoffrey looked at her disgustedly, but said no more. Laura sat at her desk and tried to concentrate on her work.

Word about Laura got around quickly. She heard people discussing it whispers, sharing the news behind closed doors. Laura had lied about being raped. AND she was dressed like a slut today. An unusually large number of men – and some women – found excuses to walk past Laura’s workspace and peer down her top into her bra-less cleavage. Laura tried to pretend it wasn’t happening.

At lunch she couldn’t help but bump into Taylor and Michael. She found them in the courtyard.

“About Saturday…” Michael began when saw her.

“Yes?” said Laura. She knew what Michael had done was her fault but she felt awful today and not in a forgiving mood.

“I’m sorry…” Michael continued.

“Jesus, Michael, you ejaculated in my girlfriend’s mouth,” Laura snapped. “Sorry doesn’t cut it.”

Michael stiffened in anger. “She was being a whore, Laura. I know you don’t want to hear that about your girlfriend, but she came on to me. She practically raped me to get my dick in her mouth.” He leaned in. “And speaking of rape, I heard you were exercising your imagination on the weekend.”

Laura said nothing and looked away.

“I’ve heard you talk about girls who lie about rape, Laura,” said Michael. “And now you do it? What the hell kind of person are you?”

Taylor chimed in. “What about all those girls who really are raped, Laura? You’ve betrayed them all.”

“I didn’t mean to…” began Laura, and then remembered what she was supposed to say. “I’m just a dumb slut that likes attention.”

“Well, you’ve got that right,” said Michael. “The way you dress. The way you dye your hair that pink colour.”

Laura was on the verge of tears. Hearing her friend Michael say these things about her was horrible. Knowing that he was right was worse.

Michael’s voice softened then, though. “Anyway, I’m willing to forgive you for lying, if you’re willing to forgive me. Call it even, right?”

Laura looked up. It was better than she deserved. “Even,” she said gratefully. Michael smiled, and stepped forward and hugged her. It felt good to be hugged, and Laura embraced him back happily.

After the hug, Laura looked at Taylor. “And you?”

Taylor shrugged. “Michael didn’t fuck MY girlfriend. Seriously, though, he’s right, Erica was being a whore. I don’t know how I feel about her. But I’m okay with you. Even.”

Laura smiled happily, and hugged Taylor too.

“You did it because of me and Erica, right?” said Michael afterwards. “You made stuff up because Erica cheated on you?”

It sounded plausible. Laura hadn’t considered that. But she couldn’t say it was so. “I did it because I’m a dumb slut who likes attention,” she said. “That’s really all there is to it.”

Michael shrugged. “Whatever.”

(To be continued…)

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A (lightly) factionalized description of an encounter with a fuckbuddy earlier this semester

Sweaty

After I finished class for the day, I went to the campus gym. Normally I hate working out but I’ve managed to find some extra motivation lately. I did my normal routine, spending thirty minutes on the treadmill before moving onto one of the resistance machines to work my legs. Nothing too strenuous but I worked up a nice sweat. In fact, working up a sweat was the main reason I was there. When the work out was over, I sent a text, then stretched a bit. I smiled when I got the answer then left the gym. I grabbed my bag from the locker room, but I didn’t bother showering or changing.

I walked across campus to one of the dorm towers and got into the elevator. There were a couple of other people in there with me, and based on their reactions I could tell they could smell the gym on me, but they probably assumed I was heading to my room for a shower rather than showering at the gym. They were wrong, but that wasn’t any of their business. I got off on the eighth floor, and walked down to a room near the end of the hall.

The door was unlocked as I knew it would be so I stepped inside and locked the door behind me. I looked around the room, but nothing had changed since the last time I was there. There was a small study desk and chair, a few posters on the walls and a door to the toilet and shower that it shared with the room beside it. There was a single bed, and Karen was sitting on the edge of it, fidgeting.

Karen was a cute little girl, straight out of highschool in a small town, here to study nursing. I had met her at one of the LGBTQ nights on campus. She had just come out of the closet, able to explore now that she was away from home. We became friends, but I didn’t think too much of it until one night after a few too many beers at the campus bar she confessed some of her kinkier fantasies. Since then I’d been coming by once or twice a week. We weren’t dating, but I knew how she liked to be used.

I dropped my gym bag beside the door, then took off my t-shirt and sports bra and threw them to her. She held the bra to her nose briefly, then placed it gently in the laundry bin beside her bed. I went over to the bed, pushed her aside and lay down on my back, putting my hands behind my back. Karen leaned over me and brought her face close to my right armpit. She tentatively stuck out her tongue, and gave it a quick lick.

Her nose wrinkled as she took in the smell and taste, but she didn’t stop. As soon as she finished licking the first armpit, she moved over to the second while I sighed and watched her work. When both my armpits, full of stubble since I hadn’t yet shaved that week, were clean, she moved to my chest. She took one breast in her mouth, lightly teasing the nipple as she kneaded the other. Then she lifted both breasts up with her hands and licked away the sweat that had collected under them.

Pretty soon I got ready for something more. I wrapped her hair between my fingers and pushed her head down my body. She grabbed the waist of my gym shorts and the panties underneath them, and began to roll them down my thighs. All the sweat from my work out had collected in the tight pink panties I had worn, and I knew Karen could feel how damp they were. Once she had pulled off my shorts and panties, she knelt between my legs as she folded them, again placing them into her laundry.

I admired the still fully dressed femme kneeling between my legs as she stripped me. She was barely over five feet tall, and had a very small frame, which made her only b-cup breasts look rather large. She had light brown hair in a pixie cut and was wearing a sun dress that day. I knew without checking that she would be naked underneath it.

Once my dirty clothes were folded and put away, she took her pillow and slide it underneath my butt to raise my hips. Then she pushed my legs wider and lowered her mouth to my sweaty, hairy crotch. Karen took her time to start, licking up and down the cleft between my pussy and legs, changing to dampness of sweat into the dampness of her saliva. Once she had cleaned the outside, she slowly spread my lips with her fingers and began to lick at my slit. I couldn’t tell how much of my wetness was arousal and how much was sweat from the gym, but I was soaked as she greedily devoured me. She plunged her tiny tongue as deep into me as she could, her nose grinding into my pubic hair. I tangled my fingers in her hair and tried to force her deeper, grinding my pussy into her face.

After grinding on her for a few minutes I pulled her head up so that her tongue landed on my clit. She rolled her tongue against it as I started bucking my hips, both hands now gripping the back of her head. As she sucked my clit out from under its hood and between her lips, I had my first orgasm, soaking her pillow with my cum. I didn’t let her pull away, riding her face to a second, then a third orgasm.

Finally I pushed her away panting. Her face was flushed and wet, a small string of drool hanging off her chin. I sat up and grabbed her under her arms, easily flipping her over so she was on her back on the bed. Then I knelt over her face, knees beside her head facing down her body. I pushed her sundress straps off her shoulders and down to expose her breasts as I lowered myself onto her. Knowing what to do, she spread my ass cheeks with her hands and began to lick up and down my crack, cleaning the sweat and cum that had collected in the hair there.

I pinched and teased her large puffy nipples that seemed to take up half of each breast as she licked me. The small room, which was already full of the smell of my sweat, had started to stink of pussy too. With one hand still mauling her breast, I reached and flipped up her skirt to reveal her freshly waxed pussy. For such a small girl she had surprisingly large pussy lips which were already wet and spreading open in anticipation.

Karen began to desperately push against my asshole with her tongue and I sat down more to help her. Her warm tongue against my tight sweaty sphincter felt amazing and I rewarded her by starting to strum on her clit. I felt her moan, her face trapped between my ass cheeks and tongue getting deeper inside my asshole. I twisted and pulled on her breast and she humped against the hand between her legs. When I felt her start to get close, I stoped playing with her clit, instead curling two fingers inside her pussy to fuck her. She groaned into my ass with frustration, but didn’t stop fucking me with her tongue. After a minute of slowly finger fucking her to let her calm down, I again returned my finger to her clit. It took me even less time to bring her to the edge, then push her over. She bucked wildly against my hand while it felt like she was trying to force her whole face up my asshole. As she came she squirted, drenching my hand and the duvet of her bed.

I sat back on her face with a sigh, using her sundress to wipe her cum off my hand. She lay under me shivering from her giant orgasm for a few seconds, then began frantically tapping my thigh. I sat back up, and she took a huge gasping breath, apparently my ass having smothered her. While she shook and gasped on the bed, eyes half closed and small smile on her lips, I got up. I found the dirty clothes I had left behind last time folded neatly on her desk, and got dressed. I leaned down and gave her a kiss, wrinkling my nose a little at the taste my sweaty ass had left around her mouth. Then I slipped out the door, closing it behind me, and headed home to take a shower.

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The Life Story of a Horney Rich Girl Chapter 1

Prologue
I am an 18 year old woman, tall and slim with large natural breasts and wide hips. I have large blue eyes and long flowing brown hair, my mothers. Both my parents are dead and I have been left the family estate, and I feel it’s time to run things a little differently.

Chapter 1
When I was just a little girl my mother passed away in a car accident, and my father raised me on our estate, on his own. But now I’m alone, on the estate, as he recently passed with cancer. Yes, I’ve got the maids and the butlers, but none of them are close to me except Lucy, my own ‘paid for friend’. When I was 14 my father got her for me as my very own ‘personal maid’.

She was beautiful; tall and slim, but with large natural breasts. Her long blonde hair fell over her face and down on to her shoulders. She was everything I had ever wanted to be, the perfect teen age girl. We grew up together; she slept in my room and did everything with me. We became best friends, be as we got older things started to happen.

I started to fall for her, my beautiful maid. It was my 16 birthday and normally she would watch me change then wait for me to leave and get changed. But this time she was up before me, I woke as she walked it to our room in a towel barely covering anything; there were water droplets on her legs and shoulders and I could see the tops of her nipples and just make out her labia.

I told her to stop; she stood still and smiled at me. I sat up and told her to come closer; she stared at me and thought about what I was asking, but she didn’t question me and walked towards me. I stood up and placed my hand on the knot holding up her towel, she put her hand on top of mine and stared into my eyes. I nodded and she let go and smiled at me, I slid my fingers under the knot staring into her eyes I pulled up, I felt it undo and drop to her feet.

I ran my fingers across her soft, wet flesh. I leant forward and kissed her soft pink lips, they where warm and wet. It was my kiss and my favourite; she forced her tongue through my lips and caressed the roof of my mouth. I pulled away and kissed the side of her neck, slowly kissing sweet spots I moved towards her breasts, when I reached her nipple I rolled it with my tongue. I felt it harden between my lips, it excited me.

I could no longer fight my urges; I traced the contours of her stomach with my finger tips. I felt myself moisten to the thought of what I was about to do, I took a deep breath and slid my middle finger between her pussy lips, it was so wet and sticky, she showed a moment of weakness and whimpered as I slid my finger deeper in her. I pulled it out and tasted it, so sweet I needed to try it straight from the source. I whispered in her ear to lie on my bed.

She stole a kiss and positioned herself on my bed with her legs spread and her knees high, I leant forward and placed my face as close to her pussy as o could without touching it and wrapped my hands around her thighs. I blow a stream of cold air on to her clit, I felt her twitch. I lifted my face and looked at her; she brought her hand towards my face and brushed my fringe behind my ear. She smiled and I dropped my face back into her pussy.

I slid my right hand into my panties as I began to lick her clit, rubbed my over my pussy it was soaking, I force a finger in and shivered, I pushed it in and out faster and harder. She started to pant exciting me; I penetrated her with my tongue and used my left hand on her swollen clit. I could feel her pussy pulsing, I could tell she was about to explode. So I squeeze her clit as hard as I could, she grabbed the pillow and covered her mouth to muffle her screams. My mouth filled with her sweet hot cum, I filled my panties with cum from the taste of hers.

I rolled onto my back and told her to clean me with her tongue. She rocked up on to all fours; she had little trails of cum between her legs that glistened in the light. She slowly pulled my panties down my legs, and with long strokes of her tongue she licked me clean. She rose to her feet and walked over to her bed; she bent down and pulled a shoe box from under her bed. She looked at me and smiled, that was her ‘thing’. She said she knew this time had been coming for a long time.

She walked back to my bed and put the box down; she removed the lid and smiled. I sat up and looked in the box, it was full of sex toys and lubes, from a double end dildo to a strap-on and little love bug things. She pulled out the strap-on and buckled it in place, it turned me on to see her stood with a thick, pink, 12inch cock.

I knelt down on the floor in front of her, and gripped it with both hands; my little hands only making it look bigger. I leant forward and tasted the tip with my tongue, it tasted like the strawberry lube she had in the box. She slid her hand around the back of my head and took hold of my hair. She pulled my head in and pushed her hips forward, forcing it into my mouth. Not giving me chance to deny it she started to fuck my face only pushing it in half way.

I accepted and tried to keep her pace, she noticed my feeble attempt and slowed down but went deeper instead. She must have been fucking my face for at least ten minutes before she put her other hand on the back of my head and thrust forward ramming the whole thing in my mouth. I chocked and spluttered but she held my head tight stopping from pulling away, I looked up at her, she was grinning enjoying watching my choke on her fat cock. I could taste her juices seeping out around the leather. My eyes started to roll back and she let go.

I feel on to my back, gagging for air, she rolled me over and knelt between my legs. She lifted my hips balancing me on my knees, I put my hands flat on the floor and pushed up on to my hands and knees. I screamed as she force her cock as deep as she could in my tight virgin cunt, she grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back, like it was a hand to stop me running. She forced herself deeper, harder and faster in to me each time, my groans encouraging her. I begged her to stop, but I hoped she would fuck me even harder for begging, and that’s just what she did.

It was just a whimper that left my lips but she knew what I had said ‘I’m Cumming!’, she thrust one last time as hard and as deep as she could, so hard it forced me forward face planting the floor. As I exploded she put her forearm on the back of my neck stopping raising back up, she moved her left leg around to my side so she was on one knee behind me. Her fat cock still deep inside me, she leant forward and put her mouth next to my ear ‘did I tell you to cum!?!?’ she order an answer. I shook my in response, to tired to talk. ‘No, I didn’t think so!’ she answered quickly ‘You’re going to need punishing for that!’

She reached over my head to the box, still in me, still pushing down on the back of my head, she pulled out a dildo as thick as a pint glass. She finally pulled her cock out of me to replace it with the mammoth dildo, it felt like she was ripping me apart, she forced it all the ways in then twisted it to the highest setting of vibrate. I felt the tingle all through my body.

She ran her finger through the puddle of cum on the floor and tasted it ‘sweet virginity’ she said. The vibrations taking over my body, I felt my legs give way and I fell flat on the floor lying in a puddle of my own cum. I could feel her cock rubbing between my ass cheeks as she breathed; she now had a knee either side of my ass and she was sat on the dildo forcing it in deeper, she was using her left hand on the side of my face stopping me from looking at her.

I couldn’t take it anymore, I was at the point of climax I begged her to let me cum but she denied. ‘Maybe I should make it harder for you?’ she questioned; I knew exactly what she meant, so with all my remaining strength I tensed my asshole. She slid back only forcing the dildo deeper into my cunt, I could feel the tip of her cock teasing my asshole.

My ass was no match for her cock lubricate with my cum, one strong push and she was in my ass, as she penetrated my ass I exploded again shooting cum up her stomach and adding to the puddle I was lay in. For that she forced herself in my ass as hard and deep as she possibly could I screamed, but no-one heard because they were busy setting up for my party.

She kept thrusting hard and deep as fast as she could go, her hips were a blur. ‘We’re gonna keep going ‘til I cum!’ she ordered, I could feel myself coming to the point of climax again. I exploded, I couldn’t take any more but she kept going. It must have been a good ten minutes before she came from the leather rubbing her clit.

She stood up, unbuckled the strap-on, removed the dildo and put them back in the box, she then put the box back under her bed, picked up he tell. Then she walked over to me and whispered happy birthday in my ear, kissed my cheek and walked off, leaving me face down with a gaping cunt and ass in a puddle of my own cum. This became her present to me each year on my birthday.

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Keira reached her slim arm across the bar to the shot glass filled with hundred proof tequila that the bar tender poured for her. She smiled at the woman on the other side of the bar between them and she smiled back. Keira put the glass to her lips and shot her head back, taking the shot before the pretty bar tender could get her something to chase it with. With an eye brow raised the bar tender leaned over, putting her elbows on the bar and smiled, waiting for Keira to ask for something else.

Every friday night for the last five weeks Keira had come into the bar at the same time, and sat in the same spot at the bar. Her drinks changed as she got recommendations from the pretty bar tender. She had been admiring her the entire time that she had come to this bar. Keira always noticed what she was wearing, it normally consisted of low cut shirts that ride up her hips as she worked. It made her smile watching the woman fidget with the shirt pulling it back down every few minutes. Her pants were tight around her firm ass and slid down her legs showing every curve that there could be. What Keira loved the most was that she wore sexy seven inch heels even though she could tell that she was at about 5’10” in height before the heels. She wore these clothes that would look slutty on any other girl, in a way that made it classy.

Keira was a shy business woman that never really went to a bar before she needed a change from the monotony of every day life. This was the closest bar to her house so she decided it would be fairly safe to go here since she would only have to drive a mostly straight shot back home.

But tonight she was having stronger alcohol than usual. She normally could take hard liquor with enough dignity to leave the bar walking in a straight line. But she could already feel herself swaying with the four shots she had taken. She saw the pretty bar tender bend over to grab something under the bar and she couldn’t help but stare at her sexy plump ass. Her cheeks reddened at her boldness to openly do this with out caring who saw. But just as she smiled thinking about her ass again, the bar tender stood up and turned around to check on her, noticing her gaping at her. Keira’s cheeks became even more red and she could feel her ears burning at the embarrassment.

The bar tender just smiled and walked over to her, leaning over the bar further than last time, only inches away from her face.

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“How can I help you hun?” Leigha asked, her smile broadening as she watched the buzzed Keira’s gaze move from her full lips to her cleavage.

Keira was taken aback. She had never talked to her before, she could barely speak being in such close proximity to the woman that she had been admiring.

“What is your name?” Keira asked, realizing that is all she wanted to know in that moment. She only wanted to know what she could call this beautiful creature that had eyes of a silvery blue.

Giggling, Leigha said, “ My name is Leigha, and what is yours hun?” Leigha leaned in closer to hear her because she was being very quiet in this very loud environment.

“Keira,” she whispered back, barely breathing now because of how strong the urge was to kiss those full lips. Leigha leaned closer, about to ask again because she couldn’t here her but just then a very drunk young man yelled out that the two women were going to kiss. The young man put his arms around Keira’s shoulders and pushed her forward slightly, and with how close their faces were, Leigha took the opportunity to fake an accidental kiss. Their lips bumped, a soft amount of her tongue slipped over Keira’s sweet lips.

Leigha looked at the woman across from her and noticed her shock. In that moment, she felt so bad that she leaned over, grabbed the back of her head softly, pulling her closer. Leigha whispered in her ear, “wait for me until my shift is over, it won’t be too long. I want to talk to you.” The excitement of the soft brush of her voice in Keira’s ear was apparent in the goosebumps on her arms. Leigha smiled at her again, but there was something else in it, something Keira was a little too buzzed to realize.

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As Leigha moved away, Keira could feel her body follow her, but instead of seeming desperate, she asked for another shot. Gladly, Leigha grabbed her glass and poured her another.

Not long after the incident of the kiss, Leigha was off work, and Keira was still sitting there waiting. Keira watched her as she moved toward her, swaying her hips with each step. Leigha grabbed Keira’s hand and lead her away as some of the men in the bar yelled after them with cat calls. Leigha looked behind her and gave the men the sign that they were her number one.

The girls walked out of the bar together, hand in hand, out to the parking lot and to Leigha’s car.

“I am sorry about the guys in there.” Leigha said as she leaned against her car facing the very drunk Keira.

“Don’t….worry about it,” Keira stumbled over her words and swayed back and forth. She had never had that much hard alcohol and was really feeling the effects of it tonight. Suddenly she was falling, but Leigha was fast enough to catch the small girl.

“Woah, are you okay there hun?” Leigha asked as she pulled Keira up into her arms to brace her body. Keira moaned against her chest and she wrapped her arms around the bar tenders back and held herself up by holding onto her shoulders. Leigha was a little shocked at the moan, smiling she said ”damn, I haven’t done anything to you and you are moaning.”

“You smell amazing,” Keira looked up into Leigha’s eyes as her fingers found their way into the dark hair of Keira’s loosening ponytail.

“I am so tempted to take you home with me tonight.” Leigha whispered, her breath caressing Keira’s face. The small woman laid her head on the bar tender’s chest, mumbling something under her breath. “I didn’t hear you, what did you say?” Leigha’s voice was soft and sweet, brushing up against her ear.

“I live only a couple miles from here, if you just want to go there.” Her hands were slipping down Leigha’s back, firmly pushing into her as they followed every curve.

In the next few minutes, Leigha had gotten the directions from the innocent looking girl and had strapped her in the passenger seat of her car. Soon they were on their way to the house.

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When they got into the house Keira didn’t feel quite so drunk anymore but she wasn’t going to let Leigha know that. To Keira, she felt like she could only get a woman as beautiful and cool as Leigha with out some influence of alcohol.

“Do you mind if I take a shower really quick?” Keira asked, dropping her purse on the floor and taking her shoes off.

“Not at all, I will just wait here for you.” Leigha winked and smiled taking off her coat and laying it over the couch. Keira walked over to her and kissed her cheek softly before turning and walking into her room. Keira removed her clothing and left them on her bed, her black thong and bra left right on top in case Leigha came in. She turned on the water to the hottest it could get and let the steam envelop her as she stood in the closed bathroom.

As soon as she knew it was ready she jumped in and felt her body completely relax to the will of the water. She dipped her head into the stream of water, her long hair swiftly sticking itself to her body as the water weighed it down. The water rushed down her body, caressing over her perky breast, cupping against her mound and slipping across her firm ass. She didn’t plan on really cleaning herself up, but she was pulled out of her trance to hear the click of a bottle and opened her eyes to see Leigha right in front of her, naked and shampoo in her hands. Keira couldn’t speak in that moment, she was completely taken aback by the sight of Leigha’s beautiful body. She watched Leigha step closer and move her hands to Keira’s long hair.

Keira moved closer, closing the gap between them, caressing their wet bodies together, their tits mashing against one another and their flat stomachs pressing together. As Leigha’s finger tips massaged Keira’s scalp their lips met, to Leigha it was heart stopping, to Keira it was a bolt of lightning surging through her body. Keira felt Leigha push her back against the wall, feeling her legs being spread apart as Leigha’s thigh maneuvered it’s way to her pussy. The water streaming down them rinsed the shampoo out of Keira’s hair and down her face. The taste of the soapy water mingled in their kiss and that was the only thing to brake the passion. Keira laughed softly with Leigha as she finished rinsing out her hair and they turned off the water.

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Leigha’s heart was still pounding from the kiss, she wanted more, and she needed to have it. As soon as they were dried off Leigha walked out into the bedroom to see the thong on the bed. She walked over to pick it up, and she could still feel some moisture on it from Keira. Her heart skipped and she knew it was going to be difficult to deny herself this girl for much longer.

She felt Keira against her back and saw her arms wrap around her waist. As Leigha turned around she was pushed onto the bed and was being straddled by her new lover. A towel was still wrapped around Keira’s torso, and all Leigha wanted was to slowly remove the cloth to reveal the round perky tits she had been craving to taste. She reached up to the cloth, but found that her hand didn’t stop there. She kept moving it up to Keira’s collar bone, sliding her hand up until it reached the wet mess on the back of her hair. Keira’s eyes were closed as Leigha gripped her hair firmly, gently tugging her lover down closer to her own body.

Keira’s hands were placed on either side of her head, Leigha watched as Keira reacted to the slight kneading of her hair. Soft moans escaped her lips as she became more and more enthralled. As time passed Leigha reached up with her other hand and began to loosen the towel. Soon it fell open and Leigha’s mouth was pressed up against the small nipple that had only been exposed for a few moments. She was propped up on one elbow, her hand that had just been tangled in hair was now massaging the perfect hand full of breast that wasn’t being devoured by her crazed tongue.

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Keira moaned out, her teeth clenching and her eyes shut tight. She bent her head back in pleasure, surprised by the actions of her lover. She almost collapsed, but she kept herself up so that they both wouldn’t slip. Instead she allowed one hand to wrap around Leigha’s head to keep her where she was. She pulled tight, then released when she realized she may be suffocating Leigha, though in the pleasure she found herself pulling tighter again. But she never heard one complaint release itself from Leigha’s full mouth.

After some time had passed too quickly Keira couldn’t take much more. She rolled over to escape the hunger driven Leigha’s experienced tongue.

“You are too much!” Keira exclaimed, her heart racing and her breathing ragged. She put her hand over her eyes as the other traced up and down her sculpted stomach.

Turning over onto her side and placing her hand on Keira’s stomach, Leigha smirked. “What are you talking about? We have just gotten started and you can’t take anymore?”

“Your mouth is just….amazing, the feelings were overwhelming and I needed a break. You have to understand I don’t do this very often…actually ever. I don’t ever do this.” She was speaking quickly making strange hand gestures between the two of them to exaggerate her point.

Keira could feel the bed moving along with Leigha as she slipped in closer to whisper in her ear. “Would you rather me not use my tongue?” Her voice was seductive, breathy and sarcastic. Shivers ran all the way down Keira’s body, covering her in goosebumps.

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As Leigha had whispered in Keira’s ear she had began to slowly move her hand down. She made sure to follow every curve, firmly pushing on her soft skin until she reached Keira’s sweet treasure. Leigha was surprised to find that it was completely shaved, and her lips were extremely moist.

“Oh fuck hun, you shave.” Leigha almost lost it there, her eyes closing and her hand cupping around Keira’s soft wet lips. Keira couldn’t even talk, she didn’t remember the last time someone had touched her there, and it felt electrifying to feel Leigha’s hand resting against her.

Several moments passed as Leigha simply kept her hand against the warmth of Keira, time moving quickly for her. But for Keira, the moments were too long in her quest for Leigha’s slim fingers shoved into her cunt. Soon she was pushing and manipulating her hips against the teasing still hand.

“Oh, you want me to play with you? Tell me what you want.” It seemed to Leigha that she was moaning the words more than speaking them. Though she was given the response she wanted, though was surprised to hear it come from the soft full lips of this petite business woman.

“Please, fuck my cunt, you are driving me crazy, I want your fingers digging at my pussy.” Keira had her eyes shut and was about ready to grab Leigha’s wrist to move her hand on her own sensitive snatch.

“What if I want to tease you more though?” Leigha slipped one finger into the soaking wet slit of her lover and began to rub her clit gently, directly on the tip. A release of breath escaped from Keira before her breathing became shallow and fast.

Leigha loved to watch the different expressions pass over Keira’s face as she changed the motions of her finger. She watched her fingers curl around the blankets and release, just to repeat the process. At first Keira’s legs had been close together but as the minutes passed she had spread her legs in a silent request for more. Leigha was enjoying her torture of the girl too much now, but she couldn’t help herself when she just pulled her hand away from the drooling cunt of her sweet lover.

“You bitch.” Keira whispered, no malice in her words. In an instant Leigha leaned over to press her lips against Keira’s. They were locked in that same passion again, it was different when they kissed than when they were touching. Their emotions weren’t hidden when their lips met.

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Keira was on fire. Leigha had began to kiss her again and her mind was blank. She couldn’t grasp any concept when this beautiful woman decided to kiss her. She was moaning as their lips moved and caressed against each other. Their tongues met and danced together, mixing each others taste and forming a bond that was driving them crazy together.

Her hands were in Leigha’s hair and Leigha was manipulating Keira’s hips in a grinding motion. Some how Leigha had ended up on top of Keira and her hips were between the small girl’s legs. Their moans joined together as the juices of Keira gushed onto her lover’s mound.

They wouldn’t brake their kiss until they were both were panting heavily. But that didn’t stop the passion of their bodies joining together. Leigha was grinding her mound against Keira’s lips, parting them to give way to her treasure. Leigha didn’t realize that she was rubbing firmly against Keira’s swollen clit, all she knew was that she wanted to pleasure this girl in any way she could.

Keira extended her arm around Leigha’s shoulders and pulled her tight against her. Leigha’s mouth latched onto any exposed part of Keira’s neck and she bit down. Keira squealed at the pain but was oddly excited, she lead Leigha’s head down her neck occasionally stopping for Leigha to bite down again, each time the bite was harder. It didn’t take long, Keira was overwhelmed with desire and sensations. Just as she was about to hit her climax, Leigha moved her hips away.

She was about to whine but soon found her pussy being fondled by Leigha’s fingers.

“I want you to come around my fingers.” Leigha hoarsely stated. In the next moment one of her fingers was three knuckles deep into Keira’s soaking wet hole. Keira’s moan was so loud that she was sure her neighbors could hear.

“Oh fuck, you are so tight. I just want to stretch you out.” Leigha moaned the words as she slipped in a second finger with some effort. As she was pumping her fingers in and out, smearing the juices all over, Leigha bit down on Keira’s nipple and sucked hard. This made the sweet innocent looking woman arch her back and squeal in an explosive orgasm that had been long anticipated. For what seemed like forever, Keira’s pussy clenched and massaged around Leigha’s slim fingers. Just before pulling her fingers out, Leigha grazed her fingers over her lover’s overly sensitive g-spot. Keira’s body twitched in a motion that seemed like she was begging for more.

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Leigha crawled up the bed to lay with her lover. As she saw her face she became confused and worried seeing tears running down her cheeks.

“Oh shit, what’s wrong?” Leigha’s eyes were large with worry and all she could do was watch as Keira silently cried.

“Nothing is wrong. That was just amazing. Will you please hold me, just for a little while, so that I can get feeling back in my limbs.” Keira smiled softly, looking at her lover with shining eyes. Smiling back, Leigha leaned in and softly kissed the sweet lips that she was starting to fall for. It took all her strength to keep the kiss from evolving into another passionate wrestling match between their lips. She then moved her lover onto her side and cuddled her from behind.

“I am not sure how long I am going to be able to hold you with your ass in my lap. I may just start getting frisky.” Leigha breathed the words into the drying hair of Keira. She moved her arm around her small figure to grasp one breast and pull her closer.

Before they knew it, they were both fast asleep, not moving far from each other all through the night.

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