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Here come the come down

Stefan and Willem’s apartment was in the student area of the city. The large warehouses and factories of the old port district where we caught the taxi changed into the built up granite edifices of the modern city. Bright yellow street lights marked the roads as they crisscrossed through concreted plaza’s which hosted fountains, bench’s and small coffee cabins that during the week hosted 1000’s of suited men and women. The downtown maze gradually evolved into the land of malls. Huge mega cities of shopfronts, endless car parks and well known brands sprawling out in their low rise brilliance.

We passed in to the residential district. House upon house with finely tended front lawns, people carriers in driveways, picket fences and a million stories that played out behind closed doors. As the architecture got older we entered the student area. Large houses, once so grand, now split into dormitories, and separate smaller apartments. Parks boasting sport grounds, libraries with huge courtyards, student pubs advertising student prices, toga parties and speed dating. The University itself, a large building renovated throughout the decades so that it took upon a strange hybrid design – unsure of its own identity like most of the students that trod its hallways.

The Taxi turned into a short road. Along it were a number of almost identical houses. We stopped and Stefan urged us out. The comfort and warmth of Willem disappeared I was instead slapped by the cool early morning air. Although my brain was still firing off bolts of pleasure I could feel my body was starting to rebel. I could do with a sit down on a comfy chair.

Stefan paid the taxi, refusing money from Becky, and walked us up to the door. We walked into their house and I was immediately surprised by what I saw. Whereas I was expecting a typical student flat of empty beer cans, unwashed dishes and stained walls, I was greeted by a small hallway and a wood paneled staircase. The carpet seemed nice and there was a subtle aroma of coffee.

“I don’t think anyone else is awake so we’ll just head straight to our room.” Willem told us.

We walked up the stairs and turned into a small vestibule with two doors each leading separate ways. Willem unlock the left hand door and we stepped into their ‘room’.

Their room was actually a separate apartment. We walked into a tastefully decorated lounge. On the left there was a small kitchen and a door leading to a bedroom. Across on the other side was another bedroom door and on the same wall as the front door another door that lead into a bathroom.

“Sit sit…..drinks?” Stefan enquired

“I really want a beer….is that wrong?” asked Becky.

“Not at all. And we have some so get comfortable.”

I sat on the big couch and was happy that Becky choose to sit next to me. Stefan came through with some beers and handed them out.

“Well cheers for a great night,” Willem toasted, “we were so lucky to run into you guys at that pub.”

“I think we were the lucky ones.” I remarked.

I heard my phone buzz in my bag and decided to check it while the others chatted. It was from Micky.

M – Wow. Just checked the time. You guys really are going crazy. I got bacon. Let me know when you need it.

I texted back a quick ‘Thanks’ and realized that I needed the toilet. I put my phone down and walked to the bathroom. I did the typical thing of spending too much time in there. Apart from peeing I also touched up my hair, washed my face and did a general face check. My 2 minute wee run turned into a 15 minute beauty regime.

When I came back Becky was on my phone typing something on the touch screen.

“Hey Emma, just thought I’d put my number in there for you. No excuse for you not to call or text me now.”

“I would have got it off you anyway. If you think I’m going to leave you alone you’re sadly mistaken.”

I sat back down on the sofa next to Becky and joined in the conversation. We must have talked about everything under the sun. We all had a ton of energy even though our bodies were feeling a bit tired. Before I knew it I had drunk another 3 or 4 bottles of beer and I could see the early morning sun peeking through the curtains.

Stefan made the first move to bed. He stood up and announced that he was tired and wanted to cuddle someone in bed. We all played paper, scissor, rock but Willem won, much to Stefan’s excitement. They both told us that we could use the bed in the other room if we wanted or one could take the sofa. They both kissed us good ‘night’ and walked hand in hand through to their bedroom.

Becky and I sat on the sofa in a moment of silence both lost in our thoughts.

“That was a great night.” Becky announced . “But I am exhausted now.”

“Yeah….I seem to have hit a wall.” I remarked.

“I think it is called the ‘come down’. At least that is what Stefan said we could look forward to.”

“I do want to sleep though. Do you want the sofa or the bed?” I asked Becky.

“I think I’m going to stay up a bit more, might watch some TV so you take the bed.”

“OK. Thanks for a great night. I’ll see you when I wake up.” I leaned over and gave Becky a hug. She hugged me back and kissed me softly on the lips. We held that for a few seconds until she pulled away.

“Go…..before I steal the bed from you.”

I stood up and walked through to the bedroom. I turned and saw Becky lie down on the couch and turn on the TV.

I didn’t even notice what the bedroom looked like. I was happy that the curtains in the room were thick and backed so very little light was coming in. I closed the door, took off my skirt, top and bra and climbed into the nice cool covers. I bunched up the pillows and got comfortable. Within a few minutes I was sound asleep.

I woke up in a daze. The room was still dark but there was movement in one corner. I bolted upright.

“Shhhh….it’s just me Emma. Go back to sleep.” Becky’s voice whispered across the murky room.

I lay down and felt the covers being moved from the other side of the bed. I felt the bed move and sag a little as Becky climbed in. Becky slid over and cuddled up to me. I was on my side facing away from her so she spooned me. I felt her warmth against my skin. She was topless as well. I could feel her breasts pushed up against my back. Her arm lying across me. Her legs matching my slightly bent lying position so that her crotch was fitting flush with the curve of my arse.

We lay like that for a while. She slowly rubbed my arm with her hand. It was soothing, and if it hadn’t been for my heart bursting out of my chest, probably would have put me to sleep.

I could feel her breath against my neck. Butterflies started fluttering in my stomach. I could feel the tingle of excitement in my crotch.

Becky’s hand that was rubbing my arm moved slightly so that she occasionally rubbed up against my breast. I held my breath as I waited to see if she would continue. Sure enough her fingers found my nipples and started to play with them. I arched my back a little and pushed my arse into her crotch. She returned the forced so that our bodies were again pushed together. I moved my arms a little so that she could play with my tits a little easier.

Her fingers softly pinched my erect nipples causing me to moan softly. I felt her lips on my shoulders. I moved my arm so that I was reaching behind me. I placed my hand on her buttocks and pushed her up against me. We slowly started to rotate our hips in time with each other while her fingers continued to cause intense pleasure.

She moved slightly and with her hand pushed back on my shoulder. This caused me to lie on my back while she remained on her side. Her hand once again played with my breasts but now tracked down my belly to the waist band of my panties.

Her fingers moved down over the material covering my mound. I opened my legs a little as I felt her fingers inch towards my slit. I could barely contain my excitement. When I felt her fingers touch my swollen lips I thought I was going to cum right then and there. I could feel her fingers probing along my slit which parted with ease. Soon she was grinding her fingers against my pussy creating flashes of pure pleasure. She pushed my panties aside and I experienced her fingers entering me for the first time. I let out a sigh of contentment. Her fingers were different to Tamara’s. Tamara’s fingers were rough. Becky’s were soft and slender. Her movements were delicate and sympathetic as opposed to Tamara’s invasive prodding. When Becky touched my clit and couldn’t help moaning out loud. I was in heaven.

And then my moral’s, my stupid moral’s, kicked in. Becky was Micky’s. I had no right to be allowing this to happen, regardless of the ‘understanding’ they had with each other. I remembered thinking that I wanted to make Becky mine and that not even Micky’s feelings would stand in the way. But I wasn’t like that. I loved Micky. I wanted him to be happy. This was wrong. It had to stop.

“No Becky.” I said grabbing her hand and holding it against my belly taking in large gulps of air.

She sat up, “What’s wrong Emma?” Her voice sounded genuinely concerned.

“I….I can’t do this to Micky.” I stammered. “This isn’t right.”

“But you know that Micky and I have a special………..”

“No Becky. You may have a special relationship with him when it comes to strangers. But I’m his daughter. I see the way he is around you. This is different.”

In the darken room I could make out her face. She looked shocked….and also sad.

“I guess I didn’t think of it like that.” she whispered.

“I have to be honest with you Becky. I can’t just fool around with you. I’ve fallen for you….like properly fallen for you. I would love nothing more than to make love to you right now, which I know is stupid because I have only just met you but it’s how I feel and if that makes me a bit psycho than ‘Hey’ I’m psycho Emma…pleased to meet you.” I pulled a pillow from behind my head and covered my face with it. I wanted to hide.

There was silence next to me. Then she spoke.

“Wow. Way to ruin the mood.”

I took the pillow off my face and looked at her face. She was smiling her beautiful smile.

“I’m sorry Emma, I didn’t know you felt like that.”

“Well most sane people probably wouldn’t think that someone could go from introductions to future plans in the space of a night.”

She lay down next to me on her back. I couldn’t help but look at her impressive breasts. My desire was to lean over and suck on each of her large nipples. But I didn’t.

“You do know that I like you as well don’t you?” she offered me.

“Yeah, probably not the same way though.”

“Well not now. But I could easily see myself with someone like you.”

If the conversation hadn’t progressed like it had I would be dancing on clouds made of unicorn cum at a statement like that.

“But I can’t do that to Micky.”

“I see what you mean.” She paused. “I’m going to speak to him about it. I know that it would be weird and possibly more than either of us could handle but it needs discussing.”

“Really?”

“Of course.” She rolled onto her side and looked at me. “Do you honestly think that I do this to everyone I meet?”

“Weeeeeell…..you are certainly more adventurous than anyone I’ve ever met before.” I giggled.

“It’s different with you though. When I fingered you before it felt different to my other experiences. With others it was about sex plain and simple. With you it was about….sharing, being with someone. Wanting to pleasure someone for no other reason than I wanted to be close with them. You think your feelings towards me are strange…..I don’t. I completely understand how it can happen. It happened with me and Micky. And I think it may be happening between you and me. But I understand what you mean about Micky so we should talk to him.”

“I’m sorry.” I rather pathetically said.

Becky cuddled up to me, “Why sweetie. You have nothing to be sorry about. What you just did now made me think even more of you. What a beautiful person you are.”

I smiled. I rolled onto my side with my back to her. “Can we sleep now?”

“Of course.”

Even though the feeling of her almost naked body next to mine drove me insane with lust I managed to sleep. So much so that I didn’t hear the 3 text messages ping on my phone.

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OK, should I be worried? I’ve text the girls numerous times but haven’t heard anything back. Last one was around 4am and it was just a ‘Thanks’ returned. They’ll be fine, right?

I wasn’t sure why I was worrying. They were perfectly capable of looking after themselves. They weren’t little kids.

It was almost 11 in the morning.

I had gone to bed around midnight. The girls had left for their night out and I had fixed myself a snack and watched a movie. Once the movie finished I checked up on some sport results and sat around for 30 minutes to see if my live ‘sex show’ neighbour was in. She wasn’t. I had turned off the lights and headed to bed.

I had woken up around 4 in the morning and was a bit worried that the other side of the bed was empty. I had sent a message to both Emma and Becky but only Emma had replied.

I realized that my feelings about this situation weren’t worry or concern over safety – I was jealous. I was jealous that Becky would find someone younger, hotter, richer and better in bed than me. I was worried that she would return to my apartment, be cold and distant and leave. I would text her and ask if everything was OK and she would say ‘fine’. I would make all the effort and she would come up with excuses to not see me. The office environment would become tense, our friendship would erode.

Or she’s fallen asleep and will call me when she wakes up.

The thing to do now is not bombard her with texts. Coming across needy and desperate would be a shortcut to singlesville again.

I busied myself for the morning. I ate some of the bacon I had got in for the girls and went out to the shops to stock up the fridge and cupboards. All the time keeping my phone in my jacket pocket on vibrate so I wouldn’t miss any calls or texts.

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The light forced me awake. The room was warm and my body was sticky. I still just had my panties on and could feel Becky lying next to me. I lifted my head and was surprised that I wasn’t suffering from a hangover. My ears were ringing and I thought my throat was going to catch on fire it was so dry. I sat up and pushed the covers away from me hoping that some air on my body might make me feel better.

Becky stirred and rolled over so she was on her back. The covers were only covering her lower legs so I had a wonderful view of her breasts, stomach and crotch.

In a gravel like voice Becky said, “Hey Em. How ya feeling?”

I felt compelled to cover myself but instead answered, “In desperate need of water. You?”

“Same,” she pulled herself up so she was sitting next to me, “you feeling OK about last night?”

“Yeah not too bad. Gutted that my conscious got the better of me. Would have been nice to wake up with some morning sex.”

“Oooooo don’t. I’m still horny.”

“I know, but not until we speak to Micky.” I said resolutely.

“Well if you’re not allowed to touch me then I’ll just sort myself out.” Becky said in a husky voice.

Not quite believing my eyes I watched as she took one of her breasts in each hand and started to massage them. Almost immediately her nipples popped out and stood erect on her huge tits. She turned he head so she was looking directly at me. She let one hand slide down her belly. Her fingers glided across her panties, the outline of her mound and pussy were clearly visible.

I wanted to stare into her eyes but I couldn’t look away from watching her nimble fingers. She rubbed herself through the material of her panties. I could see her labia parting as her finger worked away at her slit. She stopped rubbing and lifted her bottom. She hooked her thumbs under her waist band and pulled her panties down to her ankles. She removed one foot and then kicked them off with the other.

She was now half sitting, half lying stark naked in front of me. She bought one hand back up to her breast and the other continued to work on her pussy. I watched as her fingers started to spread her wetness around her opening. I could see her clitoris swelling and starting to become more pronounced. She continued to look at me.

I was completely turned on now. My hand had drifted to my own breast and started to play with my hard nipples. My other hand stroking my crotch gently. I was transfixed. I noticed the ever subtle changes in Becky’s body. The way her belly had had a steady rise and fall and now was a mess of ragged movements. Becky’s eyes hooded over every time she came in contact with her clit. Her breathing which constantly caught in her throat. Her hips rolling back and forwards, her legs ever so slightly spreading.

Her fingers were inside her now. I could see her juices coating them. I could smell her arousal.

My own pussy was awash with my fluids.

“Take your panties off Emma….I want to watch you too.”

Almost like someone under hypnosis I immediately complied. I pulled my pants down and kicked them off. I was now sitting up naked, I spread my legs apart and allowed my fingers to enter me. There was no hindrance from my surrounding muscles. My pussy accepted my fingers greedily.

Once I got a steady rhythm going and I could feel my body reacting and allowed myself to ignore the sights around me and just stare at Becky. I eyes met and locked. She smiled but then breathed in deeply as her fingers hit a sensitive spot. Composing herself she looked back at me.

For about 3 or 4 minutes we looked at each other’s faces. I drank in her raw beauty. Her facial expressions reflecting her arousal in an honest way…..no porn star gurning, just pure pleasure.

I broke the silence, “I’m going to cum Becky.”

“I’m close too Em….I really want to come with you.”

As the emotions got the better of me I leaned over and kissed her. Our tongues filling the others mouth. The kiss was passionate and deep. Our fingers increased their speed causing both of us to start moaning. I could hear Becky’s pussy squelching with the amount of juice she was producing.

I came first. My crotch exploded in pleasure and great bolts of electricity shot up by back. I felt a gush of liquid on my hand. I had squirted, I had never squirted before.

Becky followed a few seconds after me. She almost folded herself in two with the force of her orgasm. Her head fell into my lap. The sensation of her hair touching my jangled nerves just under my skin caused my orgasm to intensify again. We both rode out the waves of lust. My pussy became too sensitive to touch so I let my hand grip my thigh. Becky had buried her face in my lap. I felt like she was aware of the fact that the sensations were too much for me and she made sure she didn’t move around too much.

We lay that way for about 5 minutes. I was staring up at the ceiling not sure that I could move. Becky finally lifted her head.

“That feels better.”

“Sorry about the kiss. I couldn’t help myself.”

“That’s OK. It drove me over the edge. Did you know you were a squirter?”

“Never happened before. God…..what am I going tell the guys about their sheets?”

“I wouldn’t worry.” Becky sat up on her knees. She looked amazing. She was glowing from the orgasm and was covered in a sheen of sweat. “I’m going to get a shower, mind if I go first?”

“That’s fine”

She got up from the bed. She wrapped herself in one of the sheets and picked up her clothes. She waddled over to the door and opened it.

She turned back to me, “No one up yet.”

With that she walked through the doorway and closed the door behind her.

I sat there on the bed for a few minutes longer and then decided that I should get in contact with Micky. I crawled over the bed and picked up my bag. As I turned to move back down the bed I noticed the large wet patch I had created. I cringed thinking that I was going to have to explain that to the guys.

I unlocked the phone and was greeted by a couple of texts from Micky. They were general hope you are OK texts. The last one was a slightly terse request for me to call him. I went into my sent texts to see when I last contacted him. And that’s when I noticed the texts that had been sent to Becky’s phone.

I opened up the first one and was shocked to see that it was a photo of me, standing in front of a mirror bending over showing off my cleavage. The next text showed me sitting on a bed with my legs spread showing my panties off. I scrolled through and saw that 2 other texts, each containing 3 photos, had been sent. The final one contained the video I had taken of me masturbating.

I should have been angry. I should have felt violated. But I didn’t. I was excited. I was thrilled to know that Becky had those images of me and that she even wanted those images of me. I thought about Becky using my photos and video to make herself cum and it made me happy.

I sent a quick text to her number which was now obviously in my phone.

E – Hope you liked the photos and vid you sneaky girl. xx

I switched my phone over to calling mode and phoned Micky. His voice came through loud and clear after a couple of rings.

“Where are you!” he briskly asked.

“Alright Micky settle down. We’re in the University district. We met some guys and ended up partying with them until the wee small hours.”

I could hear his disappointment, “Oh….I see….well….I hope you had fun.”

I giggled a little, “We did. Stefan and Willem were amazing. I haven’t had so much fun in ages.”

“Riiiiight. And is Becky OK?”

“Yep. I think she is in the shower cleaning up.”

“Oh……so she’s OK then.”

“Micky – Stefan and Willem are a gay couple. Don’t sound so worried!”

“I wasn’t worried Emma. Becky…..um….I mean you two are old enough to make your own decisions. I’m just relived you’re OK.”

“Well we’re going to head home shortly. We’ll get a taxi to yours. Is that OK?

“Of course. I still have bacon for you.”

“Thanks Micky. We’ll stop off and get something for dinner as well.”

“Right – see you soon.”

“Bye Micky.” and I hung up.

Bless him. I could tell that he was worried about Becky being with someone else. I’m sure he is open to their relationship being the way it is but perhaps not as open to Becky being intimate with someone else…..say someone like me?

I stripped the bed down and balled the covers up. Becky finished her shower and came into the room. I took the sheet from her and wrapped it around me. As I was doing that she checked her phone. I saw her face change as she read my text.

I stood there waiting for an explanation with my hand on my hip.

“Sorry sweetie. I just wanted something nice to look at.” She said this with the most innocent face I have ever seen.

“I didn’t take them for you! Well…..not really.”

“I’ll delete them if you want.”

“You can have them. Just don’t let the wrong people see them!”

“Like Micky?”

“Um hell yes Micky.”

She walked over to me and put her arms around my waist, “You do look amazing in them.”

I wriggled free knowing that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself if anything happened in that moment. “Well you owe me. I expect something similar in return one day.”

She smiled, “deal!”

I sighed and walked out to the bathroom.

My shower was uneventful and I felt 1000 times better thanks to the great water pressure. I dried myself and wrapped the sheet around me. I could hear voices in the main room and as I opened the door I saw Stefan and Willem were in the kitchen with Becky all having some water.

Willem turned to see me and ran over to me and gave me a hug, “Hello party girl – how are you feeling?”

“A little fuzzy but much better after the shower. Thanks so much for last night.”

“It was our pleasure. We’re going to head out in about 10 minutes. Do you want us to drop you off home or do you want to crash here for the evening?”

“Probably best if we got home, what do you think Becky?”

“Perfect. Can we pop by my place so I can get some work clothes?”

“We are you humble drivers,” Stefan said peeling a banana with a massive grin on his face.

We picked up our bags, had a couple more glasses of water and made our way down stairs. The house was busy. Other ‘boarders’ milled around the social areas and looked on in amusement as Becky and I made our way out into the sun still dressed on our short skirts and heels. The strangest walk of shame I have ever been involved in.

On the car trip over to Becky’s house we made some plans to meet up with the guys again. I was only here for a little while longer but we would try our best to have dinner together. We pulled up outside of Becky’s apartment and she ran inside. She came back out a few minutes later with an overnight bag and had changed into a pair of track pants and a hooded top. How did she manage to look gorgeous in that??

We stopped off at a local shop and bought some Indian ready meals. We also bought some chocolates, wine and a loofer as a gift for Stefan and Willem for being such wonderful hosts. They drove us to Micky’s building and we said our goodbyes promising to see each other soon.

We didn’t even have time to open the door to Micky’s apartment. He was waiting for us with a big smile on his face. He gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek and shared a long kiss with Becky which I walked away from…..yeah…..didn’t really need to see that.

Dinner was put in the oven. While the Indian food was cooking Micky made us a bacon roll each. The thick cut rashers were cooked to perfection and the fresh rolls only added to the taste. Once ready the Indian was eaten and cleaned away. We told him what our night had entailed. Meeting Stefan and Willem, the club, the party drugs (he wasn’t that impressed) and ‘slumming’ it in the university district. We left out the stuff that happened between me and Becky. We had decided that I would tell him about my ‘lifestyle’ before going into that. Both Becky and I agreed that we were to have no intimate contact until we told Micky about our feelings and found out how he felt about it. If Micky didn’t want it to continue then it wouldn’t.

I remember thinking about how I was willing to risk breaking Micky’s heart so I could be with Becky. I now realized that I was willing to let my heart break to let Micky be happy.

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One wild Vacation Chapter 3

The Cruise
Chapter 3
I awoke around 10am showered I put on some shorts and a t shirt I took a novel and decided to go the indoor pool relax and read on the way there I picked up a coffee and a snack the seats were arranged in threes and fours in small alcoves I found an empty lounger and made myself comfortable after about half an hour of reading my book I was suddenly aware someone was standing at the end of my lounger I looked over my book and it was Suzanne and Joanne from the coach trip can we join you Suzanne enquired? Yes feel free I said Suzanne asked if I would like anything I said a latte would be nice and off she went Joanne smiled at me and said she was going for a swim she took off her top and then peeled off her tight denim shorts she was wearing a tiny black bikini she looked like a typical cheer leader about five foot four inches tall, tanned, long blonde hair fairly large boobs I would say F or double F the bikini top was very small just two triangles covering her nipples and the bottoms were just a small triangle and some string that vanished between her perfect buttocks she caught me staring she raised her eyebrows smiled and walked over to the pool and climbed in I tried to return to my book
a few minutes later Suzanne returned with the coffees we sat and chatted for a while she then said she was having a swim and took off her top and shorts Suzanne was wearing a swimming costume she was five foot eight inches tall with blond hair she had a slim frame with massive boobs again I couldn’t take my eyes off them
a few hours later we were all sat talking and Suzanne was insisting she had a book I simply must read as it was near lunch she said we should eat together and we would call at her cabin and get the book we gathered our belongings Joanne said she was staying for another swim so Suzanne and me set off when we got to her cabin it was massive in comparison to mine it was a suite with a balcony she asked me to take a seat she found me the book and excused herself to get changed out of her wet costume she went into the bathroom I sat and read the back cover with some interest a few minutes later Suzanne appeared wearing a short white dressing gown she then sat next to me on the sofa it was quite apparent from her massive cleavage she was only wearing the dressing gown I smiled and complemented her on such a nice cleavage oh these where a present from my first husband he was a tit man in more ways than one! We laughed would you like to see them she said undoing her dressing gown she cupped her breasts and held them towards me I reached out and squeezed one with my hand they are 38 double J she said nice and firm I added they can be a little awkward at times but men seem to like them Suzanne continued she then started rubbing my thigh with her hand her hand worked its way up to the bulge appearing in my shorts I see you like my tits she said mmmm I replied still squeezing and rubbing them she stood up took off her dressing gown she was now completely naked then she knelt in front of me undid my shorts and pulled them off releasing my now stiff cock she held it at the bottom pushed my thighs apart and took it in her mouth she managed to get it all in I could feel it slipping down her throat after a few sucks she took my glistening cock and trapped it between her huge boobs she squeezed them together and started wanking my eight inch member the tip was just protruding at the bottom of each stroke I leaned back and closed my eyes the sensation was magnificent as I neared my orgasm she started licking the tip this drove me over the edge I looked down as I came the first spurt hit her under the chin then more spurts showered down all over her tits I glanced over to the bed and saw Joanne sat on the edge of the bed with her legs open watching the show and rubbing her pussy through her bikini bottoms I panicked a little like a kid caught with his hand in the biscuit jar I looked back at Suzanne and she looked at Joanne she said you were right he has got a big cock she stood up and walked over to Joanne who stood up reached out and wiped up some of my cum from her mother’s fake boobs she then licked it from her fingers saying mmmm tasty she then leaned in and licked it straight from her mother’s neck and boobs I thought the whole scene was very erotic and started getting another erection Joanne saw this and said “My turn” she came over knelt down sand took my cock in her mouth she wrapped her fist tightly round my member and started wanking furiously until it was rock hard I looked over at Suzanne who was now sitting and watching the action whilst sliding two fingers in and out of her wet pussy Joanne undid her bikini top and threw it to one side then slipped off her bottoms all the time with my cock in her mouth she was making a lot of slurping noises she then sat down on my cock letting it’s full length penetrate her sopping pussy she began to ride my member like she hadn’t had a fuck for months I looked at Suzanne who was watching the show she pulled her wet fingers from her pussy and licked them Joanne leaned in and said in my ear do you like watching my mother suck her pussy juice from her fingers I nodded whilst she still rode my cock well you’re going to love this then she said she raised herself off my cock and got down in-between my legs and started sucking on my balls and stroking the shaft Suzanne came over and took the head of my cock in her mouth licking her daughters juices off my cock she was taking most of it in her mouth she then stepped over and sat down hard and started to very expertly fuck me after a few minutes and a couple of orgasms Suzanne got off and Joanne began to furiously wank and suck at my wet cock until I moaned and came on her face with the first spurt then two more across her boobs she stood up and Suzanne said come here darling let me clean you up and started licking my cum from Joanne’s face and boobs once she had a mouthful she kissed Joanne on the mouth and swapped all my cum into her mouth Joanne looked at me opened her mouth and showed it all to me then closed it and swallowed as she was rubbing her war clit she had an orgasm there and then I could see her subtle 6pack as her muscles tensed we all took a shower together and plenty of kissing and fondling went on both women came again and I came on Suzanne’s massive boobs then dried off kissed them both and left for lunch………

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Mark and Mary celebrate their one year anniversary in Hawaii.

Sunday, July 20th, 2014 – Mark Glassner – Hawaii

“If everyone can please take their seats, we’ll be landing in Honolulu in a few minutes,” Lynda stated over Air Force One’s intercom.

“I guess we have to get up,” I sighed to Mary.

She pouted, “I don’t want to.”

We lay in bed in the small cabin that nestled in the tail of Air Force One. We spent the bulk of the six hour flight in here making love and enjoying each other’s company as we celebrated our first year of marriage. So much had happened the last year: Brandon’s Attack, the Fall of Seattle, the Wormwood Plague, the Patriots, and the birth of our beautiful daughter.

It seemed like we had lived a lifetime.

We left our daughter Chase with the sluts in Washington State. The only ones on the plane with us were a squad of bodyguards and the staff necessary to pilot it. I wasn’t sure what awaited us in Hawaii; Mary had flown out several times with her father over the last month, all excited as she prepared a big surprise for our anniversary, and taking her father meant she was binding people with the Zimmah spell.

Hopefully, some nubile, island girls.

“C’mon,” I said, scooping my wife up in my arms.

She threw her arms around my neck, nuzzling her face into my throat. “I love it when you carry me,” she giggled. “It makes me feel so loved and protected. Safe in your arms.”

I kissed her forehead. I loved carrying her; there was something sexy about carrying a naked, loving woman in your arms. “Than you better keep your girlish figure,” I told her. “As long your light and nubile, I don’t have a problem with it.”

She giggled. “That’s a pretty good incentive. I would hate to give this up!”

I sat her down in the seat and took the one next to her. She snuggled up next to me and I put my arm around her; my nose filled with the coconut scent of her shampoo and the salty, sweet musk of our love making.

“You smell wonderful,” I whispered.

“You smell like sex,” she answered. “Wicked, naughty sex.”

“That’s because I spent the last few hours with a wicked, naughty filly.”

“Only wicked and naughty?” she asked.

“And beautiful and loving,” I quickly added. “My Goddess.”

She let out a happy sigh and gave me a deep, loving kiss.

Lynda and Joslyn flew the plane as skillfully as ever, touching down at Honolulu International Airport with a screech of tires and a roaring rumble as the plane slowed to a graceful stop, then taxied up to a waiting reception. Our flight attendants, the lovely Monique and Lize, opened the door and I embraced the delightfully busty Lize while Mary enjoyed a kiss and a grope from Monique.

Outside, the Legion guarded the perimeter and a ring of bodyguards, all wearing mirrored sunglasses, waited at attention around an open-topped, white Rolls Royce converted into a limo. The limo idled at the end of a red carpet and three Hawaiian women dressed in grass skirts and leis lounged against it.

“Do we need to get dressed?” I asked Mary.

“No,” she answered. “It’s our vacation. We don’t need to wear clothes if we don’t want to. Besides it’s more than warm enough here in Hawaii.”

I grinned at her, then eyed her naked, pale body. “And what about sunscreen.”

Mary laughed, and patted my arm. “Mark, haven’t you realized one of the side-effects of Molech’s power?”

“What?” I frowned.

“We’re pretty resistant to flames, remember.” Mary rolled her eyes like she couldn’t believe how dense I was. “You got pretty scorched last November by one of Lilith’s daughters. You should have been killed, but you barely had second degree burns. The sun’s not going to do anything to us. We might not even tan.”

“Is that limo open-topped?” I asked. “Isn’t that dangerous?”

“It’s a custom job,” Mary answered. “Just for Hawaii. I want to feel the air rushing through my hair as we drive.”

“What about snipers?”

“Sam’s had her hands on it. The car’s been warded against projectiles. It’s as safe as one of our armored limos.”

I whistled. “You have been busy.”

“And I expect you to show me just how much you appreciate all my hard work.”

I grabbed her hand and brought it my cock. “Can’t you feel how much I appreciate you, Mare?”

Her hand stroked me. “Well, at least one part of you does.” She giggled and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “C’mon, let’s go meet the girls.”

We had to wait a few minutes while they positioned the stair car, then beautiful Monique, one of our stewardesses, opened the cabin door. I gave her magnificent, bare breast a squeeze as she purred, “Enjoy your anniversary, sir,” in her delightful, French accent. Her lover Lize, our other stewardess, gave Mary a passionate kiss and then gave me a playful slap on my naked ass.

The Hawaiian sun was bright, the rays warm on my skin, while a moist, cooling breeze blew in from the sea and set nearby palm trees to gentle swaying. Arm-in-arm, my wife and I descended the stairs. When we reached the bottom, the assembled bodyguards saluted us. They all were gorgeous in their navy blue uniforms, their tits about to spill out of their half unbuttoned blouses. They carried a mix of M16s, P90s, and MP5s.

Mary and I took our security very seriously.

The three Hawaiian girls that walked up were breathtakingly beautiful. They wore grass skirts, and not the fake kind, but actual grass tied about their waists. I could see exciting flashes of naked pussy through the strands of grass. They wore no tops, only a few flowery leis that did nothing to hide their golden breasts. As they walked up to us their hips rolled seductively; my cock hardened at the sight.

Mary gave my cock a quick stroke. “I know. Aren’t they breathtaking?”

The first to reach me was a very busty, curvy young woman, with gold-brown skin, and a vulpine light glinting in the dark pools of her eyes. Her hair fell in white-gold strands about her shoulders, obviously bleached from her natural black, and she looked all the more exotic and lovely for it. The leis about her neck were made of orange and white flowers, and I could see gold rings piercing her brown nipples as the necklaces of flowers shifted about.

“Aloha,” she gushed, pulling a lei over her neck and draping it over mine, then her body melted against me as she kissed me passionately; flowers and tits crushed against my chest. “I am Malia, and I hope you enjoy your time in Hawaii, my Lord.”

Malia broke our embrace and greeted Mary just as passionately as the next Hawaiian slut stepped before me; a feisty smile on her lips, sweat glistening on her golden skin. Her hair was black, streaked with green highlights, and fell down to her waist. Peaking from beneath her leis of red and violet flowers were a pair of perky tits, about Mary’s size.

“Aloha, I’m Apikalia, and I’m looking forward to making your stay as wonderful as possible, my Lord.” She draped a lei about my neck, and kissed me with the same ardor as Malia.

The last girl was young, maybe sixteen. Her body slim and graceful, and her face cute and pixyish. Like the other two, her skin was a rich gold-brown, her hair deep black, and her eyes dark and sultry. A gold ring adorning her nose glinted as she walked up, distracting me momentarily from her budding breasts peaking through swaying leis made of yellow and blue flowers. She draped a lei about my neck and kissed me, grinding her groin against my hard cock.

“Aloha, my Lord,” she sweetly greeted. “I’m Leilani.”

“Wow, Mare,” I breathed, taking in the sight of all three island girls.

“And there’s more of them at the beach house,” Mary smiled at me, giving my cock a nice, hard stroke. “Happy anniversary, Mark.”

“You outdid yourself, Mare,” I said in awe.

“What until the luau tonight.” She paused, a nervous look in her eyes. “I’ve been practicing hard, so I hope you’ll love it.”

“Love what?”

Her smile was mysterious, promising, gorgeous. “You’ll see.”

Leilani opened the door for us, and Mary slid in. She then grabbed Leilani’s hand and pulled the teen in after her. I watched as Mary slid across the seat, leaving room for me, and spread her legs. The Hawaiian teen smiled, fingered her blue-and-yellow leis, before kneeling down and burying her face in my wife’s snatch.

“Oh, yes!” Mary purred. “You’ve been practicing I see.”

“Every night,” Leilani answered, her lips smeared with pussy juices. “All the girls let me practice on them.”

Busty Malia laughed, her tits jiggling invitingly. “She’s been very diligent, my Lady.”

Malia’s breasts were too inviting and, after I sat down on the white leather seat, I said to her, “Come sit on my cock, slut.”

“Absolutely, my Lord,” she breathed.

The vixen eagerly straddled my waist; her huge breasts smothered my face and filled my nose with the sweet scent of her flowers. Then she sank down on my cock with one move, her cunt tight, sopping wet, and wonderfully warm.

“Fuck, that’s nice!” I grunted.

She moaned, “I knew your cock would be wonderful! All of us have been so excited to finally meet you!” She gave me a passionate kiss, then whispered in my ear, “And to fuck you!”

Apikalia, looking a little disappointed, climbed into the driver seat and started the limo up. An escort of cop cars, driven by the bodyguards, formed around us and we drove out of airport to the waiting crowds. Their love and adoration washed over us, excited to see their Gods. I waved to them as Malia rode my cock.

“Wave to them,” I told Malia, looking out at the crowd. Women were baring their breasts, calling out my name, wanton passion in their eyes. “They envy you. They want to fuck their God, and you actually get to do it!”

“Oh, yes!” Malia moaned, and turned her head to gaze out at the adoring masses, her cunt tightening on my cock. She straightened, turning her shoulders to expose her breasts to the crowd and waved. “Oh, my Lord!” she screamed. “Your cock’s filling my cunt all up! Yes, yes! I’m cumming! I’m cumming on a God’s cock!”

I squeezed a heaving breast, her cunt clamping down hard on my cock, and she bucked atop me. Her head threw back, her bleached-blonde hair whipping in the wind. I buried my face in her leis, smelling sweet flowers and apricot shampoo, and found her hard nipple, sucking the brown nub into my lips. Her arms wrapped around my head, cradling me, as her hips kept rocking on my cock.

“Eat my pussy!” Mary moaned beside me. “You fucking little dyke! Eat me! Make me cum! I’m going to cover your slut face with my juices!”

I released the hard nipple. “Fuck me faster!” I told Malia, giving her plump ass a squeeze. “Make me cum in your filthy cunt!”

“Yes, yes!” she moaned. “Cum in me! My Lord, please! Flood my naughty pussy!”

We soon left Honolulu behind, moving through lush hills towards the beach house that Mary bought, Malia pumping her hips on me the entire time. I held off cumming, savoring the feel of her cunt as I admired the countryside. Lush jungle interspersed with sugar cane and pineapple plantations flashed by, followed by a large, grassy field along the slope of a volcano full of grazing cattle. The limo came around a bend and the blue of the ocean appeared before us. Malia kept fucking me hard, grinding her clit into my groin, while her hungry pussy tried to suck the cum from my balls.

Mary was on her third or fourth orgasm, when I felt that wonderful sensation of release nearing. I started thrusting up into Malia’s inviting cunt, pulling her sweet mouth down and kissing her lips. My passion grew and I crushed her body to me, the flowers breaking apart and rubbing stickily on our chests as we fucked.

“You fucking slut!” I moaned. “Beg for my cum!”

“Please cum in me!” she purred. “I’m so fertile! I bet you would plant a baby inside me! Maybe a little girl! And when’s she’s all grown up, it could be her sitting on your cock as you drive through Hawaii!”

My balls erupted into her. I hoped my sperm would knock this slut up. In sixteen years, when our sixteenth wedding anniversary comes around, I could have a beautiful, Hawaiian daughter sitting on my cock. I shot five loads inside her, grunting with every one.

“Fuck, you are one nasty slut,” I panted.

She giggled, “Thank you, my Lord.”

I looked over at my wife, her eyes closed, enjoying the gentle licking of Leilani on her cunt. It looked like she had just cum and was enjoying the afterglow. I reached out and caught her right hand, squeezed it. “Thank you for this. I’m so glad I met you.”

Her eyes opened lazily, a smile dimpling her cheeks. “Here’s to a lifetime of anniversaries.”

Nine more Hawaiian girls waited for us, and all greeted us with leis and kisses. I enjoyed Leilani’s teenage cunt and Apikalia’s ass before Mary suggested we go swimming. The water was warm, the surf gentle, and we laughed and kissed and groped each other in the sparkling blue waters of the lagoon before a white sand beach.

A few of the Hawaiian girls joined us, while the others prepared for the luau. There was even a pig roasting on a spit up the beach. It smelled wonderful, and my stomach started to rumble. Mary had retreated to a towel on the beach, sunning herself. I think she was holding out a vain hope that her pale skin could tan. A lush eighteen year old named Haukea busied herself between my wife’s thighs.

I grabbed two girls—Melika and Kalena—and carried them to the beach to amuse myself while waiting for dinner. The girls were eager to play with my cock, kissing each other around my hard shaft until I erupted like a volcano upon their golden flesh. Giggling, they licked my cum off each other’s bodies.

I joined Mary on the towel and fell asleep next to her and woke up to her moaning. I smiled, watching her on top of bleached-blonde Malia, grinding their pussies together and kissing passionately. I found Apikalia lounging nearby and she rode my cock while I watched Mary trib her girl. The sun set behind Apikalia’s figure as she rode me, haloing the gorgeous Hawaiian with orange light.

The luau was ready not long after I came in Apikalia’s cunt, and Mary and I sat on the sandy beach before a small table covered in food. Around the table burned smokey torches, filling the air with a sweet, sage fragrance to drive off the insects. The pig was the centerpiece, but other exotic dishes covered the table. Mary and I sat side-by-side, with teenage Leilani next to me and busty Malia next to Mary.

I grabbed a flute of champagne, and held it up to Mary. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world, the delight of my heart,” I told her, staring into her green eyes. “Every day I am thankful I met you. I would be nothing without you: my wife, my lover, my companion, and my support.”

“Oh, Mark, that was beautiful.” Tears glistened in my wife’s eyes. “You are a wonderful man that has made every day a joy for me. You swept me out of my boring old life and gave me a whole new world full of love and passion. I didn’t live before I met you. You gave me life. You are my life.”

I fought back my own tears at her beautiful words and we clinked our champagne flutes together, and then she glued her lips to mine and I lost myself in her kiss. The girls cheered and clapped for us; I barely heard them above the pounding of my heart. Something wet splashed on my chest, my champagne spilling out of my flute.

Mary giggled, breaking the kiss. “You made a mess, Mark.”

“Why don’t you clean it up?”

Mary bent down and licked at the champagne on my chest. She seemed to enjoy licking the champagne up, so I dumped some on her breast and sucked her hard nipple, a mix of bubbly champagne and sweet breast milk filling my mouth. Mary pulled my face up and we kissed, sharing her milk.

The food was excellent, and young Leilani had a lot of fun feeding me juicy pig, and sticky poi, and all the other delicious food as she straddled my lap, her ass impaled on my cock. I didn’t fuck her, just enjoyed the hot sensation of her velvety bowels.

By the time we were finished eating, the sun had disappeared, leaving only a faint blush on the horizon; a memory of the sun slowly eroded by night’s encroachment. Even with the sun setting, it didn’t get that cold. The girls started to clear the feast away, while others dragged out a pair of huge drums. Leilani knelt on her hands and knees, and I vigorously fucked her ass.

“What’s going on?” I asked, my balls slapping loudly against the teen’s cunt.

“Your surprise,” Mary said. “Don’t take too long fucking the slut, Mark.”

“Her ass is tight, I’m not going to last long, Mare.”

“Good.” She bent down and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “I’ll be back, I have to go change.”

Mary’s words teased me. What was going on? My balls boiled over and I basted Leilani’s ass with a huge load. “Oh, thank you, thank you,” she moaned, her orgasm rippling through her.

“You need to get ready,” one of the girls yelled at Leilani and she scampered off into the darkness.

I sat back, excited for Mary’s surprise. The torches about us were put out, and the only light was from a bonfire burning on the beach. I could see figures moving in the dark and anticipation grew within me. A steady, primal beat started up. Two of the girls were pounding away at the large drums. The deep bass rumbled through me, powerful and compelling.

My breath caught; the remaining girls spread out in front of the fire, their golden skin bathed orange, all dressed in leis and grass skirts. Mary stood at the center. She was a pale, beautiful rose amid a field of tulips. About her waist was a grass skirt, and a lei of white-and-pink flowers hung around her neck. Tucked into her auburn hair, tied back into a loose ponytail, was a purple flower. The colors tickled my mind, then I remembered Mary walking down the aisle on our wedding day clutching a bouquet of white, pink, and purple flowers.

In unison, Mary and the Hawaiian girls started dancing, swaying their hips, as their feet shuffled in the sand. The beat intensified, the roll of their hips became more sensuous, more challenging. My blood pounded hot through my veins; my cock painfully hard. Breasts bounced, jiggled, moved beautifully beneath the flowers.

A beautiful, ethereal song issued from the women’s lips in the musical, Hawaiian language. Their hips swayed faster. They raised their hands over their heads, thrusting out their breasts, and clapped a counter-beat to the drums. They twirled about, grass skirts flaring, exposing more buttocks and flashes of naked pussies.

I was having trouble breathing as their graceful movements ignited an inferno in my body. Every sway of their breasts and roll of their hips seemed purposefully done to increase my ardor. I had never seen anything so purely erotic in my life.

Abruptly, the beat slowed, the roll of the dancer’s hips matching the beat, sensuous, like they were atop their lover. Mary’s green eyes fixed on me, a sultry smile on her lips. She swayed slowly forward, standing just feet in front of me, moving passionately. The beat picked up and she turned away from me; my eyes fixed to her plump ass beneath the grass skirt as she writhed and danced.

“You’re so beautiful,” I moaned as she shook her ass in my face. “My Goddess.”

Her hips rolled, pivoted, moved in ways I didn’t think were possible; the grass skirt rustled, parting to reveal flashes of her gorgeous, freckled rear and waxed pussy. She whirled about, her auburn hair whipping around her excited face. She stopped abruptly, planting her feet in the sand, and sensuously working her hips, thrusting that beautiful pussy into my face. I could smell her arousal, spicy and sweet, above the salt tang of the ocean. I took a deep breath, enjoying the fragrance of my wife’s passion.

“That was amazing! Beautiful!” I groaned when the beat stopped and Mary posed before me, her breasts heaving with her exertion. I stood up and caught her in my arms. “Thank you, Mare,” I whispered in her ear, my lust pressing hard against her stomach.

She threw her arms around my neck, rubbed her cute little nose against mine, and whispered, “Next year, I expect you to top this.”

“I don’t think I can,” I answered honestly. “You were so graceful and…” I floundered for the word, “…exotic.”

She pressed her groin against me, wet and hot on my thigh, then she broke away, dancing off into the darkness. I chased after, following her sweet laughter as she led me out onto the dark beach. The black water lapped beside me, flashing silver as waves caught the moon’s soft light. I caught her, pulling her to me, while the warm surf surged around our feet.

Mary’s body melted against me; her hard nipples and the soft petals of her lei rubbed on my chest, while my hard dick pressed against her smooth belly. My hands roamed her back, dipping down to her grass skirt and squeezing her ass through the fibers. Her hips writhed, pressing her clit against me; hot and ready, eager to be fucked.

I pulled her down to the wet sand. Salty sea lapped gently against us as I settled down on top of her, kissing her sweet lips. Mary spread her legs, her hands reaching down to stroke my cock, and guided it to her dripping pussy. The tip of my dick nudged her labia and I pressed forward, sinking into her spongy, tight depths.

“My naughty filly!” I groaned as I sank in, staring into her emerald eyes reflecting the silver moon.

“Fuck me!” Mary groaned. “My horny stallion!”

Her legs hooked around my waist, her hips thrusting up to meet me. Our bodies moved, my cock stirring her passions, her pussy stoking mine. Warm and salty water flowed around us as we made love, adding primal energy to our lust.

“I love you, and your cock!” she moaned. “Oh, God, Mark!”

“You are so beautiful,” I whispered. “My lovely filly! My Goddess!”

“Oh, fuck! Let me be on top! Let me ride my stallion!”

I rolled over, carrying Mary on top of me. She reared up, her breasts and bedraggled leis bouncing as she road me. The moon’s silver light shone on the profile of her smooth skin, illuminating the curves of her hips and ass and the slopes of her perky tits. Her auburn hair was almost black on her pale skin. She rode me hard, fast; her cunt a tight, velvet sheath on my cock, building my passion and bringing my balls to a boil.

“Ride me!” I groaned. “Ride me, my naughty filly!”

“Yes, yes!” she panted. “Your cock is driving me wild, my stallion! Oh, fuck! I’m going to cum, Mark! Oh, Jesus!”

I loved to watch her cum; I could never get tired of how beautiful and passionate she looked as she writhed in rapture. Her cunt sucked at my cock, always greedy for my seed. The movement of her hips became erratic and jerky as her climax kept rolling through her. That wonderful hole of hers caressed my cock with wet silk, and my balls were ready to show her how much I loved her.

“Fuck!” I groaned. “Goddamn, I love your pussy!” My cum shot into her, my back spasming on the soft sand.

Mary leaned over me, her wet hair falling on my face. “Happy anniversary, Mark.”

“Happy anniversary, my love,” I whispered, pulling her down for a salty kiss as the warm surf gently rolled into us.

The first year of our life together was over, and I knew we had a lot more years in front of us.

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this is only mysecond story and was written from a phone so please excuse typos. let me know what you think.

My day started out as usual with me waking up to ny lab pacing around my room. This was her choice way of waking me up. I groaned a little and got up to take hee outside. I came inside and stepped into the shower. I trembled a little as the warm water began to run over my body. My girlfriend and I had been on a break for the past three weeks due to some relationship problems and being as faithful as I am I hadn’t done anything to jeapordize our progress. However it had also been a little over three weeks since she had touched me and I was beginning to go a little crazy.
I soaped up and as my hands slid up my thigh my mind mind began to wander. I began to think of Kayla and the way she used to touch me. she always began by kissing my lips softly..she’d work her way down to my neck. Her lips always made me tremble and as she slid her tongue down my neck and to my chest brushing my cleavage I let out a soft moan. Her hands always seemed to know just where to go on my body as she kneaded my breasts, working my nipples adeptly with her tongue. She always got this sexy little smile as she sucked on them because she knew how wet it got me.
And it was no different now. Soon it was impossible to differentiate between the moisture of the shower and the wetness between my own legs. At this point I couldbt control myself…thinking of her slipping her fingers into me caused my own fingers to slip between my pussy lips. My hips slid down to greet them excitedly. I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall of the shower and let Kayla fuck me. she started out slowly and as she went she slipped another finger into me.
Just when I thought it would drive me nuts I thrust my fingers deep into myself. My muscles tensed as a strong orgasm racked my body.
I opened my eyes still panting heavily and let my hands fall to my sides. I bit my lip torn by sadness and lust. I missed her so much and even my intense fantasy did not do our wild love making justice.

After I dried off and dressed I went about the rest of my day. Running a few errands on my day off, cleaning up the house a little and taking the dog for a walk. My plans for the evening were to go out dancing with my best friend of ten years. Tanner and I had bonded over a shared boredom in our small Home town and in fact we had discovered that our sexualities leaned towards the same sex at around the same time. He had been the first person I had come out to and had supported me ever since.
It was our Saturday usual to go out to the local nightclub. Saturday nights were their featured pride night and it always turned out to be a good time. I hadn’t gone since Kayla and I’s break had begun but Tanner had been having a rough week and had practically begged me to go. I begrudgingly agreed.
the evening neared and I began to get ready. I combed and straightened my shoulder length dark brown hair. It fell in layers around my face and actually looked pretty good at the moment. I put on some Jean shorts and a camisole and a fitted t shirt that showed off my boobs. The necklace I had picked out featured a small black heart with blue diamonds that sparkled just enough to enhance the hazel flecks in my chocolate colored eyes. I put on a pair of converse and some light makeup and was ready to go. I took a final glance in the mirror and was surprised at how good I looked for the short amount of time that I had spent. I sprayed on a couple of flirty perfumes to ensure that no one else smelled like me and then hurried out the door.
I picked up Tanner at his house and we were soon on our way. As we pulled up to the club the bass from inside shook the car with each opening of the entry doors. I had just turned twenty one a few weeks ago and had yet to go out legally so I was rather excited.
after we had been carded and had been let inside Tanner grumbled a little bit at the fact that I could drink. He rubbed bitterly at the black marker Xs that would surely end up stamped somewhere on his face the next morning. Kesha remixes boomed through the speakers and neon lights flashed across the mass of bodies grinding on each other on the dance floor. It was already a little hot in here but I didn’t mind it much. Tanner did his usual of mingling with the groups of lesbians that he had befriended over the last few months and I quietly excused myself to get a drink.
After ordering and downing a pornstar I ordered a hypnotic on the rocks and sat down to drink it at one of the excluded and practically empty tables in the far corner of the club. I was nearly finished when Tanner stumbled over and yelled in my ear. “Danielle come on let’s dance!”
“Tanner you know I don’t dance unless im drunk..im terrible.”
“Drink fast then and let’s go.”
I sighed before downing my drink. I quickly ordered another, downing it before allowing myself to be lead to the dance floor. He immediately started drunkenly dancing on me and I moved as little as possible..just enough to keep him satisfied that I was indeed dancing. However as I did so the alcohol I had already consumed began to hit me. I began to move in rythym to his movements and was feeling pretty good when all of a sudden I felt someone moving behind me. Tanner immediately got this wicked smile on his face and began to dance a little farther from me. From his reaction I knew it was a girl.
Feeling a little nervous I danced with her. Her hands made their way to my waist and she guided my hips with her hands. Her body felt warm as she pressed into me and I was painfully aware of her breasts pressing into my back. More and more of the alcohol hit me making me feel a little bit brave and I allowed my hands to move to hers. I guided her hands higher up and allowed her to slide her hands up my sides.
Then to my surprise she had me pressed against the wall and she was grinding on me to the music. I pressed my ass into her hips and let her hands explore. it was dark enough in the club and the surrounding groups were drunk enough that no one really paid any attention. I gasped a little as her hands played with the hem of my shirt and I caught my breath as her fingers made.contact with the skin just above my shorts.
I tried to turn around but she kept me pinned against the wall. I gave in and let her hands slide a little higher. The feelings she was giving me were too exciting and too familiar to fight. Her hands made their way up to cup my breasts through my black lacey bra and I felt her squeeze them gently. Her mouth found its way to my neck and her tongue flicked over my skin making me shiver. She kissed and sucked all the way down to my shoulder and then nibbled on my ear as her hands found their way under my bra. Her fingertips slid over my nipples and I felt my whole body flood with heat. She squeezed and played with my tits until I couldn’t take it anymore..I slid my hand up to hers and then allowed both of our hands to slide down between my legs. I felt her breathing quicken as her fingers traced the wetness that had soaked through my shorts.
My own breathing became heavier and she teased me with her fingertips. I looked to my side’s nervously to see if anyone was watching. If they were they didn’t seem to care. She kept her body pressed hard against mine as she began to rub me gently through my shorts. My hips instinctively pressed inter her touch and I felt a groan escape my lips. My eyes closed as she began to rub more fervently. soon I couldnt tell if I was moving intime to the music or her touch.
Just when I thought I couldnt take it anymore she slid her hand down to my thigh teasing the hemline at the bottom of my shorts. I was so horny and filled with lust at this point that I tried to turn around again. after a slight struggle I succeeded. I was met with a familiar set of eyes and potty lips full and ready to be kissed. There in front of me stood Kayla. Questions raced through my head but I knew.those could wait. All I wanted right now was her. On me. Inside me. Filling me up. I could feel the sexual tension between us and I knew she wanted me just as badly. Her eyes were heavy with lust and her lips were parted and inviting. I pulled her close and let my hand slide down to her jeans…she was soaked.
for a mere second I debated taking her somewhere and fucking her until she couldnt possibly take any more. But that would take too much time. I needed her now. I began to kiss her passionately and her lips collided with mine eagerly. Her teeth grazing.my bottom lip occasionally which she knew would drive me crazy. My tongue played over hers and her kisses set me to a whole new level of wanting.
Her fingers found their way back to the hemline of my shorts and she wasted no time in sliding them underneath. She played them between my lips before thrusting two of them as deeply inside me as she could. I gripped her back digging my nails in and biting her.shoulder in pure lust. She moaned in my ear as I rode her fingers. Her every thrust setting me alight and filling me up.

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What happened to me was a blessing.

It was my 30th birthday, I went out with me friends and a couple cousins to the bar. Since I was also going through a divorce I decided I needed to forget my problems for the night. We all had fun that night, so much so that when I woke up in the morning in a hotel with 3 naked woman in bed I wanted to remember the night before. I lied there trying to price it together but just couldn’t so I got up and took a shower. When I came out only Lisa was still there.
Lisa is a good friend. I’ve never tried to get to second base with her because I never saw her as girlfriend material. I don’t know why, I mean she’s hot and all but I always saw her as a little sister type.
We made some small talk and she said she had to go.
A couple days later I noticed a rash on my dick and thought I just needed a shower as it had been 2 days so I showed and went to bed but the next day I was feeling a slight pain in my groin area. So off to my doctors I went.
The doctor I was seeing was a woman about my age. She asked what the problem was and I told her I was feeling pain in my groin. She asked me to take my pants off and lie on the table so I did. She put some rubber gloves on and started her examination and sure enough I spring a boner. She just takes her pen out of her pocket and wacks my dick a good one and so much for my boner. Somewhat embarresed I said I was sorry. She just smiled and said it’s ok. It happens all the time. 10 minutes later I left with some cream and some antibiotics. I was told to come back if it got worse.
Four days later and I was at emergency with a fever and a lot of pain in my groin. The doctor put me in a room by myself and other then him and a nurse, that’s all I saw for the next couple days.
Finally the doctor told me I needed surgery. I asked what was wrong and he told me he would explain after another doctor looked me over.
A couple more days go by and four more doctors looked at me but none of them were talking.
Finally my doctor along with two other doctors came and told me I needed surgery as soon as possible to amputate me penis.
I was in shock to say the least and don’t remember to much more. The next afternoon I met with another doctor and he told me after the first team of doctors were done he was going to come in and finish the SRS surgery.
What the hell is an SRS surgery I asked and what’s going on here? He told me I have an aggressive flesh eating disease on my penis and that SRS meet sexual reassignment surgery. I would have to have a sex change but not to worry about it. As they were going to operate in the morning.
I cried for a while and then called my mother and told her that I was going to have surgery in the morning and could she come see me at the hospital tomorrow afternoon. Of course my mom was full of questions but I couldn’t tell her what was going on. So I told her I have to get my appendix removed.
An hour later Lisa shows up and asks what’s up. So I told her everything and made her swear not to tell anyone. We both cried and I told her to get checked out too.
The surgery went well and I woke up in ICU. My recovery went well to and I was released from hospital two weeks later with a package of adult diapers as I had to learn how to pee like a woman.
Lisa stopped by almost every day to check on me and one day told me her tests came back normal. She was okay.
Six weeks later I meet the doctor for a follow up and he asked if I wanted estrogen to help transition.
I asked what that meant and he said now that I don’t have a penis anymore that I might be more happy as a woman.
I hadn’t thought about that I said. What will happen to me I said.
Your body will slowly change and in a year or two, you will be a woman without the menstrual problem all other woman have.
He sent me home with a prescription and a referral to a shrink.
I talked it over with Lisa for a couple days and decided to go ahead and meet with the shrink.
The day I meet her. She told me she was glad I called and was so sorry for what happened to me. I told her everything and she even said that I had no other choice but to become a woman.
That’s not what I want to hear I said in anger but I knew she was right.
I went home a stayed there for the next three weeks. I didn’t answer the phone or the door. I just sat there and thought of the good old days. Fucking all the woman I’ve been with and beating off. Finally Lisa got my landlord to let her in my apartment. She was pretty mad at me but we talked and just hung out for most of the night.
The next morning I showered and went and filled the prescription. I went to see the shrink every week as she requested. I saw the doctor every month too.
About five months went by when I noticed a few subtle changes. My skin was softer and I didn’t need to shave as much. My voice was different too. The next month I noticed my nipples were getting sensitive and my breasts were starting to grow. I started to wear baggy clothes which Lisa hated and believe me she mentioned it a a lot.
It was winter now so baggy clothes and winter jackets were the norm.
I went to Lisa’s place one day to talk and hang out, watch a movie that sort of thing. She opened the door invited me in, I took my jacket off and when I looked up at her she was just standing there with her mouth open staring at me. I looked behind me then back at her saying what??? What’s wrong?
She snapped out of her stair and said “nothing” nothing’s wrong. We ate dinner and watched some tv without saying too much. Finally I stood up and said what’s with you tonight?
She sat there quite as a mouse and staring me right in the eyes and said your changing!!!
Dose it bother you that much because if it dose… She cut me off and said no. It’s not that. I I I just wasn’t ready for this much change I mean you’ve got tits, I mean not little tits but pretty large ones. I stumbled back a step or two and said I gotta go and started for the door, but she cut me off and said no I’m sorry please don’t go. We can talk this out.
Lisa’s been my friend since grade school and she could always calm me down but to tell me I have big tits to my face like that scared the hell out of me. So I told her I needed time to think and grabbed my coat on my way out the door.
It was early November now, 11 months since my operation. My condition was next to impossible to hide anymore, hell I don’t even need to shave my face. I haven’t told my family yet, I was thinking. I’ve avoided them all to this point but I needed my mom so I called her and told her I was coming for a visit but only if she was going to be alone. Dad passed on when I was seven so he wasn’t in the picture.
I got to mom’s house around two in the afternoon. I walked in, took my shoes off and sat down on the couch before mom could give me the usual hug. I left my jacket on to. She came in and stopped and just looked at me. I asked her to sit down, that we needed to talk and that it was important. She sat down on the couch and said what is it sweat hart. I sat there and thought for a moment and she asked if this had any thing to do with me surgery.
Stunned I said yes. But what do you know???
Lisa has been keeping me in the loop. I know everything. And she smiled and said can I have my hug now!!!
I stood up and hugged my mom and cried.
You know, I always wanted a daughter, not like this mind you but I’ll take it all the same.
Mom finally let me go and said now take that jacket off on the house and let me see you. I looked her in the eyes and said there have been some changes because of the hormones I’m taking mom. She said I can see that, your face looks a little different. Besides you’ve been on them for quite some time now. I smiled and removed my coat. Her eyes lit up when she saw the size of my chest and said oh my, you’ve grown so much. Are you wearing a bra? Mah, come-on I said. She laughed and said sorry my girl. We’ll have to take you and get sized soon. It’s ok mom, I’ll get to it.
It was such a relief to know mom knew what was going on. Who else knows mom?
Well almost everyone by now I suppose you see I told your aunt this morning when you called and you know your aunt with a secret. We both just laughed.
Over the next few days I was visited or called by almost every family member I have and it was a little hard to explain to some of them but I got through it.
Lisa came by a few days later and apologize, saying that my mom can be very persuasive. Can you ever forgive me, I hugged her and said it’s ok and thanked her. She had that strange look again. What’s wrong now i said? We need to get you a bra. Let’s go and she graded my hand and off to the mall we went.
I thought we were going to Walmart or something like that but she said nooo. Those were not bras. Those were shit on a hanger and we walked into La Senza. Lisa asked for someone to help measure me and fit me properly and a woman graded her measuring tape and started sizing me up then went and got one for me to try on. Now I’ve taken a few of these off other woman but never put one on so I’m sitting there looking a this thing and Lisa knocks on the door. Is everything okay in there. I open the door grab her arm and pull her in with me. What’s wrong she says. Can you help me with this, I’ve never put one one before. Laughing she says take your top off. I’ll help.
I pulled my top off reviling myself for the first time and Lisa gasped and said oh my. Those are beautiful. She had that deer in the headlights look again. I covered myself quickly and blushed. Sorry I didn’t mean to… It’s ok Lisa. Let’s just get this over with. 38D wow. I’m only a 34B, I’m jealous as she smiles at me. I laugh and sigh at the same time.
Well that wasn’t to bad was it??? If you say so Lisa I say.
The end on November and I’m it to see the doctor for my check up. Almost a year now since my surgery.
There’s a new doctor now. A younger guy about 30. He asks me to take my clothes off and put the robe on that’s open at the back and sit in the table with my feet in the stirrups. Then leaves, a few moments later he comes back in and asks how I’m doing. Good I think, where’s the other doctor I ask. He’s recovering from a stroke he had last week. I’m just filling in for the time being. Are you familiar with my file?? No but your here to have an exam right?? I guess I said. Okay then, let’s get started and he pulls his chair up and turns his light on his head band on and puts his head under the garment. He touches me on the side’s of my privets. It felt strange. A tingling. A warming. It felt strange. I put my hands down there to stop him so he asks. Are you okay. No please stop I said he backed up and asked what’s wrong? Please read my file first!!! He just looks at me then says okay. He grabs my file and starts reading it. A moment later he looks up and says. I’m so sorry. I thought you were just a woman scared to have a man touch you. We get a lot of rape victims in here and we’ll you know. Do you want me to continue.
I took a deep breath and said just go slow please. He says don’t worry, I’ll be gentle and he was. He finished his exam and I’m in tip top shape he said.
Two weeks before Christmas Lisa says I can’t take it anymore. We’re going shopping, your not warring these baggy clothes anymore. Let’s go!!
I don’t have any money Lisa I said. I’m still on long term disability but that’s about to run out. It’s okay your mom took care of that. Come on, let’s go. Okay let’s go I said.
Lisa and I shopped all day. First stop La Senza. You need a bra and panty set for every day of the week. So that’s what I got. Then she says you need a supper… And she spun around and took off towards a rack grabed a fancy bra and g string combo and handed it to me. Try this on as she pushed me into the change room. I put it on just in time for the door to open. I forgot to lock it. Lisa stood there staring at me again. You know, I’m getting used to that you know. We both laughed and she said its perfect. Leave it on. Just give the tag to the cashier. Next we went to a high end dress shop. Lisa marched over to a rack of dresses pulled on off the rack and said trust me, this dress is to die for. Try it on as again I’m being pushed into a Chang room. This time I pull her in with me and said oh no you don’t. Your helping me with this one. A few minutes later and I was in the dress. Lisa says “dam I’m good. I new this would look killer on you”. Wear it out. Next to the jewelry shop. We picked out a couple nice necklace and earrings sets. Uhm Lisa, I don’t have pierced ears. Laughing she says not yet. Let’s go.
By the end of the day, we spent almost $2000 but I wouldn’t need anything for a long time.
Three days before Christmas Lisa and I are getting our hair, nails and makeup done. The cosmetologist was explaining everything to me so I could do my own makeup. When we were done, I didn’t recognize myself. Lisa was staring again and I felt fantastic.
Christmas day and everyone is at moms house including Lisa. I was warring a conservative outfit. Longer red skirt, red blouse, red low heals a nice danty gold chain and earrings. My makeup was perfect and a light dusting of perfume. Mother approved but Lisa said I looked like a granny. Lol.
For a lot of the family this was the first time they’ve seen me since my change. My brother was his usual asshole self until my aunt put him in his place. Lisa and I left around 10 pm it was a great time. I was comfortable and content.
New Years Eve and Lisa and I are dressed to the nines and out having fun. We were both drinking champagne and I for one was getting tipsy. Not wanting to drive, Lisa says I booked a motel for the night. I kinda loomed at her and thought she planed ahead? What’s up??? Somewhere around 2:30 in the morning we went to check in. When we got to the room, the card wouldn’t work so I said here, let me try. As I took the card from her she pushed me up against the door and kissed me lightly on the lips. Suprized at first I just let it happen then I kissed her back. Finally getting the door open and looking inside there was only one queen size bed. The room was lit in candlelight and there was a note on the table. Lisa says, this is for you, handing me the note. She looked worried about something. Looking at the note it read…
“Sweetheart I’ve wanted you for so long now but just couldn’t work up the nerve to tell you. Then you changed and I want you even more now!!!
You see I’m a lesbian, have been for ever now and now your the most beautiful woman I know bar none. You keep catching me ogling over you and keep asking what’s wrong. You take my breath away and I want you to take me to be yours. I know you love me to. A year ago you took me three times in one night.
I love you and only you. Please take me tonight!!!

Love Lisa.”
Lisa was staring at me as she stood by the bed.
Shocked, I stood there!!!
She got up and walked over to me and kissed me every so sensually, so tender were her lips. I kissed her back the same way. Slowly, sudictivly and softly. She pulled me into her and kissed me harder as tears rolled down her cheeks. She breaks the kiss and says is that a yes? Smiling back at her as a tear roles down my cheek I said, Lisa I love you. She hugs me as I’m saying this. I didn’t know how to tell you without ruining our friendship. I felt the zipper on my dress come down my back slowly, and I realize she wants me now. then her hands came back to the back of my shoulders and she pulled the straps off my shoulders. The dress fell to the floor. I reached down and pulled her dress off over her head. Brushing her tears away she slowly reached around and undid my bra and let it fall as well. Our eyes were locked on each other. Her hands touching my breasts ever so tenderly. Her hands are shaking, trembling. I was lost, I closed my eyes and tipped my head back as she leaned in and flicked her tounge at my nipple. Goose bumps quake through me. I felt weak in the knees. Lisa helped me lie down on the bed. Pushing me back kissing me at the same time and rubbing my nipples in the palms of her hands. Slowly she works down to my tits , kissing, licking, teasing. Ever so slowly, downward over my stomach. Hooking her thumbs under my panties pulling them down. Her hands are still trembling. I lift my ass a little to help get my soaked panties off. Starting at my feet, slowly kissing, licking, teasing, tasting all she could. She worked her way up my legs leaving a trail with her tongue. Pushing my legs apart while kissing the insides of my thighs to my new pussy. Now I’m trembling, burning with desire. She kisses all around my pussy but doesn’t touch it. Quivering and with a very shaky voice I say please!!!
She continues to tease, blowing ever so lightly. Rubbing the tip of her nose up and down my lips. Flicking her tounge gently on my lips as if she was studying or exploring uncharted territory.
Then suddenly, without warning she shoves her tounge into the bottom of my cunt flicking her tounge upwards and closing her mouth over my pussy. Pure ecstasy rolled over me, I arched my back and flung my arms above my head. Lisa sucked and licked me relentlessly. Her hands holding my legs open, digging her tounge in and out, exposing my clit. And just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore she shoves two finger’s in there and thrusts them in and out sucking hard on my clit. I screamed in ecstasy as I cummed for the first time in about a year. Not missing a beat Lisa sucks hard on my clit. But there’s to much for her to handle and she tries to back away but I grab her head and mash her face into my can’t as I gush out the last of my orgasm.
Letting go of her head and collapsing on my back, Lisa cleaned me up then kissing her way back up to my lip’s. Smiles and says as she roles off of me, that was worth the wait!!!
Lisa laid there while I caught my breath.
Lying there thinking about if I could even come close to that. I rolled to my side and stared at her for a moment that’s when she said what. I just continued staring and said teach me how to do that to you. I want you to feel as fantastic as I do. Smiling at me she says go slow and enjoy everything you do as much is I will.
Leaning in I kiss her and tell her she’s the only person in the world to touch me except the doctor. I haven’t touched myself at all sexually, I was to scared.
Do you want to use my toys on me she says. Surprised I look her in the eyes. She laughs and says yes I do have toys, I’m an adult you know. Pushing me off her, she gets up and goes to her closet and returns with a box. Placing it on the bed she says. This was my toy box as she open’s it reviling vibrators, dildos all sorts of sexy things.
She looks me in the eyes and says this one is a strap-on, you could feel like a man again as she studied my face, looking for a reaction. I have to admit I felt quite inept for a moment. No Lisa, this is who I am now. It’s been hard for me but I’ve always felt more female then male. I just never told anyone. Lisa I’m happy now.
She leans in and we kiss. I reach behind her and undo her bra. I then guide her to lie down on the bed, kissing her while working my hands over her breasts and sides of her body, working my way to her right ear, nibbling and kissing, leaving a trail with my tounge. Lisa’s breathing becomes a little laboured and she sighs ever so slightly. Down to her neck niddling as I go. My hands are roaming over her breasts, squeezing and pinching and ever so slightly rubbing up and down over her nipples. Her nipples are rock hard as are mine so I move over top of her nipple to nipple rubbing up and down side to side in circles and mashing my tits in to hers. Our hands are all over each other. I was getting so aroused but I wanted to make her feel what she did to me so I grabbed her wrists and put them down, looking into her eyes I say, no it’s your turn my love them burred my side face in her breasts and licked all over. Moving slowly down under her tits licking and sucking each nipple as I went lower and lower.
Getting to her belly button I gently kissed as she shuddered ever so slightly, letting her wrists go and placing my hands on the insides of her thighs I gently open her legs. She’s still warring her G string but that wasn’t going to stop me. Slowly kissing and licking my way down to the top of the band I pulled with my teeth at it and let it snap back agents her skin. She jerked a little and gasped too. I nibbled around her fabric lines being careful not to touch her sweet pussy. Lisa was moaning now and was breathing heaver.
I gently blow on her pussy as I trace the outline of her G string covering her sweet cunt. Slowly I pull the red fabric to the side and lick all around touching her lips slightly then moving away. Coming back to the top of her opening I use my chin to press in and slid down as my nose follows. God dose she smell so good. Looking up at her briefly to gage her reactions I smile slightly as I see her eyes closed tight and she’s clinched her teeth. Wondering how much more of this teasing I could do I decided to taste her nectar. I darted my tongue deep into her honey hole. She gasped and jerked hard putting her hands on my head and holding me there. I stopped just like that with my tounge buried deep inside her as she settled down slightly and let my head go. Very slowly I worked my tounge up and down slightly not to much just a little. Mmmm she tastes so good. But I hold back and work in and out at the bottom of her pussy. Being careful not to touch her clitoris to much. My nose keeps bumping it lightly as I tounge fuck her a while. Lisa’s moaning louder now and telling me “yes yes just like that, don’t stop that’s right just like that oh god please don’t stop.”
I start to flick my tongue up and hit her clit harder a couple times and insert a finger into the bottom of her pot slowly I work my tounge and finger into her alternating between tounge and finger, going a little faster now she is moaning, groaning and mumbling. I can’t understand her as she is incoherent. She’s trembling now almost as if she had hypothermia. So I slow down to a crawl and let her settle down for a moment, I left my finger in her and kissed all around her box.
Satisfied that she wasn’t gonna cum yet I started to work my finger in and out again making sure not to touch her clit. Adding a second finger a moment later and kissing her clit slightly as it is more valuable now. Sticking out like a loan douglas fur in clear cut forest, Standing there proud I wrap my tounge around it and slide my mouth over it sucking it all into my mouth at once. Lisa screamed and jerked, spasming as she pushed her hips up to meet my onslaught of her sex. Shoving four fingers into her and sucking as hard is I could she explodes into orgasm. Her hands are on my head ramming my head into her cunny. I kept sucking and ramming my hand in and out. Her legs are squeezing my head and hands tighter as my movement becomes restricted but I keep sucking and am rewarded with another spasm as she fills my mouth with more nectar. I slow my assault on her and slowly pull my hand out, licking everywhere I can reach. Lisa is still as a mouse. I look up to see that she passed out.
I pulled myself up beside her and cuddled up to her with my head on her shoulder as I fell asleep with her.
I awoke in the morning to Lisa crying. Asking her if she was okay. She sobbed and told me she loved me so much. She couldn’t bear to loose me. Smiling at her I say.
I love you Lisa…

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This is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is coincidental.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009

Each year in June, the MD and owner of the company that I work for hosts a staff party at her spacious house in the hills outside the city, and I am going to tell you about what happened the first time that I attended. I was then just over 30, and had joined the firm seven months previously; I was in a middle management position, doing well and marked out as being on the fast track to the top. The event was ‘bring your partner’, but at that point I had no ‘significant other’, and in any case I probably wouldn’t have taken her even if I did. After several unsatisfactory attempts at boyfriends in my teens, I had discovered when at college that I am a lesbian, but I was not publicly ‘out’ in my professional life.

I am what is often called ‘striking’, mainly because of my height, which is just over six foot. I am quite willowy, but not without some curves, and there is enough to my bust and ass for you to get a grip on. My brunette hair is styled to shoulder length, and I have dark eyes and lashes, and full lips. The party was a classy event and the dress code was formal wear, with men in bow ties and dinner jackets, and the women in full-length evening gowns – many of which compensated for their length by barely existing above the waist. My choice was not more daring than most, but it was nearly backless and plunged between my breasts, which were cupped in a gathered halter-neck top. Its wine red colour set off my healthy tan and dark hair; under it my shoes had only a low heel, as I was already taller than most of the men as it was, and I had learnt that many of them resented that.

Ms Geraldine Morton’s house was lovely, beautifully proportioned and constructed of white stone in a classic neo-Palladian style. It had been built by her father, from whom she had inherited both the mansion and the company – and also, fortunately, his business drive and talents. The firm is in the advertising and marketing industry, and it had prospered and expanded under her control during the previous nine years; indeed, its growth was the reason why I had been attracted to it, from an older-established but rather staid rival. The house had extensive grounds with a pool, and there were several large indoor reception rooms, all tastefully arranged for the event. All of the approximately two hundred employees came, and there was also a wide selection of our clients and contacts in the press, city government, and so on.

I took a cab out there and found the party in full swing, with at least two-thirds of the guests having already arrived. There was a jazz band playing on the patio, and disco music in an indoor ballroom. I drifted around, making small talk with the relatively few staff and clients that I knew. There was quite a lot of toned and attractive female flesh on view, and a few that set the pulse racing, but it seemed that they were all hooked up with husbands or boyfriends. My eye was caught by a stunning black woman of around my own age, maybe a year or two older. She had rich black hair that fell in cascading curls to her shoulders, and her flat stomach highlighted the swell of the full bust above it – easily double D cup – and the curvaceous flare of her hips below. But what really drew my gaze like a magnet was not just her superb body, nor the lively animation of her expression and gestures, but the remarkable dress that she was wearing. It was not by any means one of the most revealing in its upper half – indeed, its attraction was in part that it concealed more than many, showing a full cleavage but only a limited amount of her breasts. It was two things: firstly, it was in a creamy white satin that was an extraordinarily effective contrast with the deep black of her smooth skin; secondly, whilst it was extensive in its drape, it had a long slash on each leg. Whenever she walked or turned, it revealed an expanse of vividly-contrasting black skin, almost to her hip. In fact, I became convinced that if one was standing at the right angle at her side, you would see across to at least the base of her cunt, if not more, and I began to wonder if she was wearing any panties underneath it – there was no sign of them, but it might be a brief black thong, which would hardly show.

I’m not sure if she noticed me watching, or just noticed me – for we had one thing in common, which was that we were two of the tallest women at the party. At any rate, on one occasion that I was looking her way she caught my eye, and gave a slight smile. I thought that perhaps I had been checking her out a little too obviously, and with a slightly embarrassed flush I ducked away and went to cool off with a glass of chilled Chardonnay and a walk in the grounds. The black woman had been surrounded by a thicket of admiring men (several of whom had also been trying to get the angle to see her pussy), and she had been laughing and joking with them, laying an elegant hand first on one shoulder and then another. As the evening passed, I encountered her on several more occasions, and indeed she was so striking it was hard to miss her – most of the guests, like me, were Caucasian, only a few had our height, and none had her lithe grace and stylish dress sense. I thought I felt her gaze on me from time to time, but I couldn’t be sure – sometimes when I glanced across, it was if she had been looking my way and had just turned away, but it could have been my over-active imagination. So it was something of a surprise when, close to midnight, I was picking a few nibbles from the nearly-depleted buffet in one of the less crowded rooms, and realised that she was beside me with her hand brushing close to mine as we both reached into the same bowl. She gave a laugh in a rich mellow voice, and introduced herself as Miranda Walters. I told her my name in return, and explained that I was relatively new in town and that this was my first midsummer party. She nodded and said she thought that was the case, and I felt quite flattered when she remarked that she would have remembered me if I had been there last year. I was sure she did not work for the company, for I would certainly have noticed her at the office, but she didn’t reveal what her occupation was – when I probed a little by asking how she came to be at the party, she just smiled and said that she had known Geraldine for quite a while.

Miranda seemed to have shaken off her posse of male pursuers, and when I mentioned this she rolled her eyes theatrically and said ‘thank goodness’; they were only after one thing, she said, and whilst she wanted to be polite it had been starting to get tiresome with all the competitiveness and the sexual innuendo, and even an attempted grope from a couple of the bolder (or drunker) spirits. I shared the laugh with her, and was again flattered when she said that I must get the same problem, but I blushed and shrugged it off, saying that I was not as beautiful as her. She insisted that I was, and remarked that my figure was in lovely proportion. We talked for a while, and I began to think her interest was more than just friendly sisterhood; we were definitely moving into flirting, and with her expressive gestures she was touching my hands and arms much more than was necessary. No one seemed to intrude into our little bubble of space, and I began to feel a mounting thrill that had me getting a bit sweaty between the thighs and moist in my pussy. Finally, as one more overtly sexually ambiguous remark topped another, she paused and put her hand over mine where it was resting on the table, tracing her fingers to my wrist. She looked me directly in the eyes and said; ‘If you haven’t been here before, would you like to see around? Geraldine won’t mind – at these events, only her private rooms are off-limits, and there are lots of other places.’ Her lips were slightly parted in a way that made me want to taste them right there and then, no matter who was looking, but this sounded like some sort of invitation to find a more discrete place – and it was clear that she was sexually interested in me. I said that I would love to, adding meaningfully ‘if it’s just the two of us – I’d love a private show.’ ‘Oh, yes’, she replied eagerly, slipping an arm deliciously around my waist, ‘it’s just a party for two’. That exchange removed all doubts, and I felt heady with excitement and anticipation, as the wetness in my crotch soaked the gusset of my skimpy panties – I had never been picked up (for that’s what it was) by so stunning a beauty, or ever before had the opportunity to make love to a black or Asian woman.

Miranda steered me through to the hall, and said: ‘let’s start the tour at the top’. She released my waist and led the way up the broad staircase, giving me a close view of her magnificent ass swaying from side to side in the tight satin dress as I followed behind her. There were two upper floors, and when we reached the highest she drew me close and then, as there was no one on the landing or in the corridor, pulled me against her warm body and found my lips with hers. I parted them for a deep tongue-twining kiss that left me short of breath for all the right reasons, and gazed at her speechless as she pulled back. Her hand dropped from my right shoulder to cup and squeeze my breast, and at my eager moan she nodded. With the lights of humour and lust dancing in her eyes, she said softly ‘I had to be sure’, and then she took me along the corridor, past seven or eight closed doors. We stopped in front of one which she opened quietly and peered inside, and then beckoned me to follow. It was a bedroom, but clearly not in regular use – there were no personal items in it, and it had that neat and tidy look that spoke ‘spare room’. Miranda closed the door behind us, clicking the latch so that only someone with the key could enter after us. Then she turned back and gazed at me for a timeless moment, and I drank in her dark beauty in return. Miranda lifted her hands to enclose both of my breasts, and gave them a firm squeeze as she said in a husky voice: ‘I want to fuck you … and I want you to fuck me!’ I’ve gone to heaven, I thought, and then: no, heaven has come to me.

Her fingers traced down the deep opening in the front of my ball gown, and then slid up and went underneath it, finding my naked breasts – for the design of the dress had made wearing a bra out of the question. As her fingers found my nipples, I though I would faint from arousal, and it was as much to steady myself as to return the favour that my hands went to her shoulders, and then to begin unfastening the halter neck of her gown. It proved to have a fairly simple clip artfully hidden under a silk bow, and when I unsnapped it the dress fell apart on each side down to her hips. An acre of sumptuous black skin was revealed, and two of the shapeliest, firmest breasts that it has ever been my privilege to hold, lick and suck – as I at once proceeded to do with these globes of joy. ‘Aaahhh, yes, go for it, gal, mmmm’, she moaned, and I realised that her nipples were highly sensitive. I slowed my pace, making it softer and more tantalising, and my tactic scored a bull’s eye. She began to writhe in my arms, not in objection but in unconstrained pleasure, and her head fell backwards, with cascades of hair hanging down her back and her throat exposed in complete surrender to the moment. I slipped an arm around her waist to hold her steady, and applied the other hand to one breast and my mouth to the other. Her breathing took on a ragged syncopation of increasing pace, and I could tell that I was taking her to an orgasm just from the attentions that I was devoting to her mammaries. Her hands were still holding my breasts, and her grip tightened convulsively – almost painfully – as the climax took her to a crescendo, and she gave a high-pitched cry of ‘yes! yes! oh – fuck! – yesssss!!’

I released her breasts and she stood back a pace, slightly tottering in the aftermath. The nostrils of her attractive broad nose were flared and her eyes were still hot with unsatiated lust. In a throaty voice, she instructed: ‘get this dress off me!’ She turned around, and I knelt behind her and found the other fastening at the bottom of the back, where the fabric that enclosed her breasts swept around to meet just above the cleft of her buttocks – above that, her back had been bare. With the halter neck already undone, as soon as I opened this the whole creamy concoction tumbled to her ankles; she stepped out of it, but took care to drape it carefully over the back of a small chair. I was breathtaken by what I saw – she had a superb physique for a woman in her early 30s, and clearly kept herself even fitter and more toned than I did myself – and, without boasting, I can say I was both slim and trim. I had already admired her full swinging breasts, adorned by paler milky-brown aureoles and stiffly erect nipples; now I saw her smooth stomach muscles, flowing hips and toned thighs. I had been right about the panties – there was a tiny thong in an attractive, expensive-looking combination of black transparent gauze and lace; I wasted no time in pulling this down and off as well. She was wearing no stockings, and like myself had shoes with only an inch of heel – black again, with elegant straps over the foot and ankles. Her shapely ass was right in front of me, and I kissed her first on one cheek and then the other, before pushing my tongue into her cleft, licking at her asshole. She gave a slightly startled squeal, but then responded by moving her legs apart, and thrusting her chest forwards and her bottom out behind her. My tongue pushed in further, nibbling at her puckering anus, whilst I brought one hand up between her thighs to take a firm grip of her pussy. This was rewarded with another squeal which turned swiftly into a moan of pleasure, as I firmly pushed my index-finger at least three inches into her. She was very aroused, lubricated and easy to penetrate, and I began finger-shafting her whilst still teasing and nibbling around her ass. She whimpered, and with a convulsive shudder she came a second time.

I felt in command of the situation, more than I usually do – I’m not particularly dominant and like to share the love-making roles, but there are times when you want to be in control and this was one of them. With my hands on her hips, I rotated her unresisting body until her cunt was now presented to my mouth. Her pudenda were rich and swollen, and coated with juices from the two orgasms which she had already enjoyed. Its sight, smell and taste were irresistible, and I attacked it with my mouth, lapping up her juices and thrusting deep within her vagina. ‘Oh, yeh, yeh, baby’, she grunted, ‘lick me – suck me – FUCK ME!’ My lips were clamped round her pussy like a limpet, I was intoxicated by the scent and taste of her black skin, and my tongue quested roughly for her clitoris. As I found it, she gasped, and begged to sit down before her legs gave way. I removed my mouth and released her hips from my grip, and she took two steps backwards to find the side of the big double-bed which was in the centre of the room. Sinking down on the mattress, she spread her legs as wide apart as possible, thrusting her cunt outwards in wordless invitation. I enjoyed a moment of rapturous appreciation of the wonderful sight: her hungry eyes, half-open mouth, and dishevelled hair; her magnificent breasts, coated with a sheen of sweat; her open legs and at their centre her gaping pussy lips, moist and vividly pink against the dark skin and the cropped matting of black hair around them. Truly, I am not sure if I have ever seen a more beautiful woman, a more wanton pose, or a more definite promise of sexual fulfilment. ‘Fuck, you’re magnificent!’ I said, and I could tell that my sincerity had pleased her. She shook her tumbled black hair, and announced with a joyous smile ‘I am the Lion Queen’, and then with real hunger she added ‘and I will eat you!’ – giving me a fake snarl and showing her teeth as she said this – ‘but first, paleskin squaw eat me!’ I thought she was getting her continents mixed up, never mind her ethnicity, but what the hell: she was full of warmth and humour, so eager and just so fucking sexy – she was rocking my world, and had barely touched me yet, in fact I still had all my clothes on!

I gave a low imitation of a wolf howl, and crawled towards my target on hands and knees, bringing my face to her cunt and resuming my oral penetration with renewed vigour and determination. After an initial moan, she clamped her mouth closed and took short deep breaths through her nostrils. As my tongue pushed her vaginal walls apart and dove as deeply as I could reach, she clutched one of her breasts in one hand, mauling the tit quite roughly, and clamped the other hand on the back of my head, trying to pull me even further into her. I surfaced for a quick breath, and then used my teeth to nibble along the edges of her opening, a technique which usually produces fireworks and did not fail me now. I could her voice uttering a mixture of swear words interleaved with gasps and groans, and her vocal response encouraged me to bite a little harder than usual. She let out an ululating wail (and for a second I was worried someone would hear it and break down the door, thinking the person inside was unwell!), but it degenerated in the next few seconds to barking shrieks as I zeroed in on her clitoris, teasing it, sucking it, and carefully pulling it between my teeth. The effect of the latter was explosive: she was wracked with a series of shudders, and came for the third time even more strongly than before. I tasted the wash of her pussy juices, vacuuming them up with my mouth, savouring them with my tongue and swallowing them. She flopped back on the bed, and brushed a hand across her sweat-covered brow. ‘Wow!’ she said, ‘that was fantastic! I owe you, babe – and I always pay my debts!’

When Miranda rose to her feet, I stood up as well. She gently stroked my cheek, and kissed me tenderly on the lips. Then, slightly detaching herself, she said ‘you look real good in this, honey’, and ran her hands all over my front, ending by slipping them once again in between the bodice of my dress to find my breasts. I reached behind me to undo the fastenings, and my dress fell away from my body just as hers had done earlier. I was wearing more underneath than she had done: I had a pair of black hold-up stockings, and black satin panties that were shaped to sit high on the hip with a plunging front. Within seconds, she slid her hand inside them, to stroke my cunt and rub her knuckle up and down my opening. I closed my eyes to savour the sensations, and now it was her turn to steer me backwards towards the bed. She encouraged me to lie on it fully, on my back, and she climbed on to straddle my stomach. With one hand she reached behind her to continue probing at my pussy, and with the other she groped each of my breasts in turn. Then she shifted position and slid my panties from my hips to below my knees, and I completed the job by kicking them off. After this, she reversed position into a classic ‘69’, and lowered her pussy onto my eager and anticipatory face. I certainly hadn’t lost my appetite for her sweet sex, and resumed with if anything even more determination. As I was feasting on her cunt, her own face was poised just a few inches above my pussy, and she wasted no time in giving it vigorous attention. For several minutes we ate each other out, as she steadily and patiently worked me towards orgasm.

We had been in the bedroom for quite a while by now, and the noise of the party had almost ceased. I realised that it must be at least 1.00 a.m., possibly later, but I certainly wasn’t going to stop short of obtaining delicious release from the tongue of my ebony goddess. However, just as I was feeling that my climax was about to break, the door into the bedroom opened. I was so preoccupied it took a few seconds for this development to register, and then I gave a horrified squawk of alarm. Standing in the doorway, her slim and elegant form silhouetted against the brighter lights of the corridor, was the owner of the house and my ultimate boss, Geraldine Morton. I had only met her twice before, very briefly and in formal situations – once at my interview, and once on my first day at work to welcome me to the firm. She had seemed a cool, slightly remote figure, a very handsome woman of around 40, a couple of inches less in height than me. Her Irish parentage had given her the ginger hair that she kept in a business-like short bob and her pale creamy skin tone (though expensive oils and beauty therapists certainly helped with that). In those brief meetings it had registered with me that she had a fine ripe figure, with the fullness of her bosom only partly concealed by her austere trouser-suit outfits. Earlier this evening I had looked at her with interest as she circulated amongst the guests, for although her black evening dress was in one of the more conservative styles on display, still it clung close to a figure that was as trim as a woman of half her age, and showcased a bust that many of them would have killed for.

Then I had idly wanted to see more of her – now, I certainly didn’t! A cold chill swept through me as she folded her arms below her ample breasts, and enquired: ‘So, Miranda, you seem to have scored – who do we have here?’ My bubble burst in swift realisation, as the pointers all fell into place: Miranda’s failure to mention how she came to be at the party, her comment about knowing Geraldine for years, her familiarity with this upper and clearly more private part of the house, her confident occupation of this room. Shit! shit! shit!! SHIT!!! ran through my panicking mind: I was fucking the boss’s babe, and had been caught in flagrante delicto – and whilst Miranda surely was a delight, it couldn’t get much more flagrant than being discovered almost nude, in a 69 clinch, with my tongue deep in her pussy. I would be fired for sure: I would be clearing my desk in the morning – I saw my career crashing in flames. I tried to mumble something, anything, and to rise up, but Miranda’s weight on top of me pinned me down. Through a mist of apprehension, I heard her voice – unconcerned, soothing, and telling me not to worry, it’s all OK. Then Geraldine shifted position slightly and more of the corridor light fell on her face – and with huge relief I could see that she was not angry, but smiling. She closed the door behind her and walked over to the bed, whilst Miranda smoothly rolled off me to lie alongside, propped up on one elbow, amusedly regarding her new trophy and her older lover. I was still paralysed from shock and remained flat on my back, unintentionally affording my boss a clear view and full access to all my charms. She let her hand fall lightly on my right breast and traced across to the left one, giving the nipple a firm tweak. Still closely watching my face, her hand moved down my body to touch me between the legs, and I gave a short gasp of surprise and pleasure. ‘Mmmm, she’s quite a stunner’, Geraldine told Miranda, ‘well done, sweetie.’

My boss then met my eyes directly, and in a few words she explained that she and Miranda particularly enjoyed threesomes, and were always on the lookout for suitable additions to their games – in particular, at this annual party Miranda was always commissioned to find a new girl to join their circle. Geraldine also made two other points clear, politely but firmly: this could never be spoken of at the office, and whilst they would love it if I became one of their group of fuck-buddies, I must not expect any special treatment or privileges at work to result from it. I nodded my agreement, and then reinforced it by saying ‘That’s fine – I wouldn’t want it any other way’. Geraldine gave a warm smile that transformed her face, making her look at least five years younger. Then she gathered up the hem of her evening dress, languorously lifting the thin material to bunch around her waist. As I lay on the bed looking up at her, I had a grandstand view: she was wearing nothing at all beneath the dress (apart from shoes) and, after what seemed endless tanned leg, her pubes were revealed to be smoothly shaven, so every detail of her womanhood was evident. When the dress was completely above her hips, she swung across the bed, straddling me and lowering her cunt down onto my face. She took my head in her hands, guiding my mouth to her ripely-scented vagina. ‘I want what she’s had – now!’ she instructed. There is a God in heaven, I thought, and She is wonderful. I had made love to plenty of women over the years, but always one at a time – I had never experienced a threesome before.

The view which I had looking upwards as Geraldine brought her pussy down to ride on my face was absolutely stunning – she was a very handsome woman, mature and full-figured, and I was so turned on by her. My fingers reached around her thighs to prise her labia apart, and my tongue eagerly pressed in between them, sucking up her wetness and thrusting further inside. With the third or fourth slice of my tongue up and down her vagina, flicking across her clit, she closed her eyes and arched her back. Miranda had risen from the bed and came up behind her lover, and just at this moment she slipped her fingers under the straps of Geraldine’s dress, easing them off her shoulders and letting the dress tumble down at each side. This revealed Geraldine’s large U-shaped breasts, which sagged only very slightly as the underwiring in the bodice of her dress fell away. My perspective on them from underneath her pelvis was so erotic that I nearly came, and I gave a kind of gasp. Because my mouth was pushed into Geraldine’s pussy, this sent a jet of air into her vagina, and she gave a curious sideways shake of her hips whilst a shudder ran through her body. The shudders continued as Miranda reached round from behind to cup and fondle her ripe breasts, pulling and slightly pinching the erect nipples.

I had resumed my eating out of Geraldine, tasting her increasing wetness, when the next thing that I knew was a sudden penetration of my own vagina by something hard, wide and ribbed. The surprise as much as anything made me jerk my head upwards, which rammed my tongue deeper into Geraldine than I had gone before. She gave a kind of sob, and moaned ‘oh! yes! – do it more, do it more!’ Miranda had left the bed for a moment, and from some drawer had extracted a long, flexible double-ended dildo made of dark purple plastic. She had worked one end into my cunt, twisting it in and out until at least seven inches was inside me. Then she bent the other end upwards, so that it formed a curved L-shape. Miranda climbed back on the bed, spread her knees and lowered her pussy down over the other end of the dildo. Within a few seconds, a long section of it vanished into her, so that only a few inches remained visible between her hole and mine. Miranda began to ride up and down on the dildo, pushing it into me with every downstroke, whilst her hands found Geraldine’s tits again and squeezed them roughly. I had never experienced anything as stimulating as this before, having my mouth full of moist pussy and its seeping juices, and simultaneously being reamed out by the hard and deep thrusts of the dildo. An orgasmic wave spasmed through me – it must have been a double or triple orgasm, again a first time for me. I’m not sure if I could have lasted much longer, but almost immediately Geraldine reached her climax as well. She bent forwards at the waist, and her hands gripped my head, shoving it into her even harder. At the same time, her head went back, and she gave a series of shrill yelps, aimed at the ceiling. Geraldine came all over my face, and I lapped up as much of her cunny-juices as possible.

After taking a few deep and shaky breaths, Geraldine climbed off me and discarded her dress completely, kicking off her shoes as well. I was still lying on my back on the bed, and before I could gather my wits to rise, Miranda got on top of me and lowered her large swinging breasts onto my face for some oral attention. I was happy to oblige; they were superbly shaped, quite apart from the exotic appeal of her black skin and the lighter creamy-brown of the aureoles and nipples. Miranda was crouched over my body on her knees, which had the effect of sticking her ass up in the air and separating her buttocks. This was too tempting a sight for Geraldine, and this time I noted which drawer in the dressing-table near the window she opened. Her choice proved to be a strap-on, which she quickly stepped into and buckled in place. Without saying a word, she got onto the bed behind Miranda’s butt, and began to fuck her doggy-style. Geraldine’s hands gripped Miranda’s waist, and she started a slow rhythm of thrust and withdrawal. Miranda gloried in the attention of being in the middle of our threesome, with one woman sucking her tits and kneading her breasts whilst another shafted her pussy. She began to push her hips backwards to coincide with Geraldine’s impaling of her cunt, giving a low deep moan which turned into a gasp each time the strap-on reached its point of maximum penetration. Miranda lost all control, gripping my shoulders as if she was about to be swept away by a tidal wave, and pouring out a torrent of demands and pleas to fuck her more, harder, deeper. At last, after much longer than I expected, her body jerked in a profound orgasm, and she collapsed on top of me with her full breasts smothering my smaller ones.

Geraldine gave her black babe an affectionate (but quite firm) slap on the rump, and with a sigh the younger woman rolled off me to lie alongside, on her back. However, there was to be no rest for me, nor did I need any. Geraldine said ‘now it’s my turn’, and she beckoned me to stand up. I was expecting that she would want to fuck me with the strap-on, but it turned out to be quite the opposite. Instead, my boss unfastened it and buckled it onto me, cinching the straps firmly around my waist. Then she clambered onto the prone form of Miranda, getting into the 69 position. Geraldine’s ass was towards me, and I saw Miranda’s face framed underneath it, whilst her fingers spread the older woman’s labial lips and licked them wetly. Geraldine raised her head from sucking on Miranda’s pussy, and ordered me crisply to ‘fuck the living daylights outta me’. I moved up to the edge of the bed, and Geraldine’s hand guided the tip of the strap-on to her pussy hole. She arched her back, pushing against me so that about an inch of it slid into her. ‘Give it to me,’ she gasped, ‘drill me for oil.’ ‘Yeah,’ laughed Miranda, ‘she’s a gusher, all right!’ I needed no more encouragement: the prospect of fucking the boss was incredibly arousing, and I was determined to give her it all –a real bone-shaking pussy-pounding. I was so fired up that I had no restraint left, and with a volcanic thrust of my hips I rammed the dildo into her, deep and fast. Geraldine was no novice, and she responded to my forcefulness, spreading her legs and opening her vulva. I rode her hard, gripping first her hips and then her shoulders to give me the leverage to drive in the plastic cock for its full length with every stroke. To have this mature woman like putty in my hands was amazing, and her being my boss made it even more delectable. We were both sweating and gasping, and such was the force of my battering-ram shafting that she abandoned trying to keep her mouth on Miranda’s pussy, and shoved two fingers into the black woman’s cunt instead. I stepped up the pace of my thrusts with the strap-on, and Geraldine began to buck and thrust her hips in the same rhythm as the penetrations, whilst matching them in the pistoning of her fingers in and out of Miranda’s vagina. We were all gasping and shuddering in complete abandon, and I don’t know if we could have kept building it much longer – but, quite suddenly, Geraldine collapsed panting with a huge orgasm. The sight of her ripely-screwed body was so exciting that I came as well from the sheer thrill of it, slumping on top of her, with my breasts pressed against her back.

Miranda gave a groan from underneath and told us both to get off, we were too heavy. Somehow I recovered command of my legs and staggered to my feet, withdrawing the plastic cock from Geraldine’s vagina with a wet sucking pop. When she arose, she undid and removed the strap-on from my waist, and then softly ran her fingers along my moist slit, probing and stroking. She and Miranda put me onto the bed on my back once again, with my legs spread open and dangling over the side. Geraldine moved to lie beside me, watching as her black lover picked up and put on the discarded strap-on. Miranda stood between my thighs, then she gripped each ankle and hoisted my feet into the air to rest against her shoulders. This put my pussy in a submissive, vulnerable position; it was wet and open, and angled just right for the strap-on to spear into it in a downwards direction. Miranda locked her eyes onto mine and then – without shifting her gaze – she leaned her weight forwards, and the plastic cock thrust into me. Its pressure was both wonderful and alarming, as it penetrated further than I ever went with a vibrator. However, after this first hard and deep entry, she withdrew it and began a campaign of short, sharp plunges, in and out. Whilst Miranda was fucking me in the missionary position, Geraldine started to give attention to my breasts; her sucking and tweaking of my nipples added to the amazing sensations that were coursing through my body. This was the first time ever that I had been in the middle of a threesome, getting attention from two women at the same time. The sight of Miranda’s stunning black body thrusting between my legs, the sensations radiating out from my cunt as she vigorously, almost brutally, fucked me, and the stimulation of my nipples by my boss’s adept tongue, all combined to produce the biggest orgasm that I have ever had. It was amazingly erotic experience, one which I realised had so many possible permutations, and I determined there and then to enjoy it again whenever possible.

After a few moments lying sprawled as we all recovered our breath, the two women each took one of my hands and led me to their master bedroom – a large, beautifully-proportioned room with three tall windows which overlooked the garden and swimming pool. In the centre was a huge circular bed, with ample room for three. We lay down, with me in between them, and I slipped off my hold-up stockings – one of which had acquired a long tear – and joined them in complete nakedness. Our sexual energy was quite spent, but we enjoyed the look and the closeness of our bodies and gently caressed each other. After a while, I fell asleep, to be woken in the morning light by Miranda’s hand questing for my pussy. Half awake, I rolled over onto my back and spread my legs wide. I heard a husky laugh, and opened my eyes wider to see Miranda lying next to me wearing nothing but a strap-on, and Geraldine (who had laughed) watching us with interest. The older woman was wearing a white bathrobe, which she had pushed one hand inside and was clearly fingering her pussy. After a few minutes of Miranda’s teasing and fondling of my cunt, which parted easily for her fingers, she got on top of me and thrust the plastic cock into my vagina. I learned later that the missionary position was her favourite, because she loves to look a woman in the face whilst she fucks her, and can see from her expressions when to go slow and when fast, and when the moment of climax is approaching. So it was with me that golden sunny morning, as she took it slowly, building and building my passion and giving me no release until I was finally shrieking and begging for it – then she switched her grip to my hips, lifted my buttocks a couple of inches off the bed, and gave me three much harder and faster shafts, until I came on the third stroke like a firework explosion inside my head. As I slumped back on the sheets, Miranda pulled out – my vagina was so sensitive, this was an erotic experience in itself. Geraldine flung off her robe, revealing that she was naked apart from the support that an underwired sky-blue bra was giving to her ample breasts, and she plunged her head between my spread thighs to lick up all of my juices, and then lapped deeper until, almost in convulsions, I came again. I lay looking up at the ceiling in a kind of daze, until Miranda chuckled and slapped me affectionately on the thigh, saying ‘get up lazybones – we’ve got all day ahead of us!’

I spent the rest of that Sunday at Geraldine’s mansion, just myself and the two of them. I don’t recall all of it – some is just a blur, but the highlights that remain include Miranda and myself taking a shower together in their spacious bathroom, as Geraldine watched with masturbatory excitement Miranda’s dark figure and my pale one mingling under the stream of water. Later in the day, we lay nude on recliners by the pool, drinking cocktails and chatting; then, to cool off (though it didn’t exactly have that effect), Geraldine got into the pool wearing only a strap-on, and I lowered my naked body into the cool water until the dildo shaft was fully inside my pussy. Whilst the older white woman slowly fucked me underwater, she held me so that I could eat out her younger black lover’s cunt, as Miranda sat on the edge of the pool with her legs wide apart and her feet in the water.

Eventually, as dusk drew in, this amazing day of new experiences came to an end. Geraldine ordered a taxi to take me back to my apartment, and before I left she reminded me that all of this was quite separate from our professional work, and could not be even hinted at there. So, when two days later we passed in the corridor, we simply gave each other the kind of nod and half-smile that passes between a company MD and a mid-level executive. But after I arrived home on Thursday evening, there was a phone call from Miranda inviting me to the mansion on a Sunday later in the month, ‘to meet a few close friends’. She emphasised the word ‘close’ in a sultry way, and I couldn’t resist the reply: ‘I’d love to be close to any friends of yours, honey’. Miranda gave a husky laugh, and told me it was a lingerie party – no need to trouble over a smart dress, but to wear and bring several sets of my favourite and sexiest underwear. I was hot and flushed when I put down the phone. Oh, wow! – not only was it clear that threesomes with them were going to be a regular part of my sex life from now on, but in the meantime I got to do my second most favourite thing – shop for lingerie. I shucked off my work clothes, had a quick shower, slipped on a silk wrap, and sat down at my computer. This called for something a bit special – everyone knew good old Victoria’s Secret and Agentprovocateur, but I wanted something a bit more unusual, and began perusing some of my favourite designers – Valisere, Diane Rubach (her Jasmine range looks great on a tall woman like me), Aubade, and so on. I began to browse and choose, fingering myself between the legs, partly over the pretty models in the pictures and partly imagining myself in each item, and Geraldine and Miranda removing it. Happy days …

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The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Order of Mary Magdalene

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“Come in,” I said to my fellow nun’s, inviting them into my hotel room.

Well, it wasn’t actually my hotel room. Last night when I flew into SeaTac from Miami, Providence led me to an insurance adjuster named Curtis at the airport’s baggage claim. We flirted while waiting for our luggage and he invited me up to his Hotel Room. When Providence gives you a place to stay, with a cute guy to boot, you don’t say no. Right now, Curtis was attending the convention in the hotel and I didn’t expect him back for a few more hours.

“Are you hungry?” I asked my Sisters, closing the door behind them, “Curtis is paying for it?” Last night, I was on top of Curtis, enjoying his big cock in my pussy as I rode him cowgirl style, when his wife called. The asshole spoke to his wife while I fucked him, the disgusting pig. Since he turned out to be a cheating asshole I didn’t feel bad at running up his hotel bill.

“Ohh, Curtis,” the black nun said in her exotic, African accent. “Is he handsome?”

“He has the most gorgeous, blue eyes, that just make you melt in your panties,” I answered, feeling like a teenage girl for the first time in decades, gossiping with my friends about boys. “But, please order something. The asshole is married.”

“Ah, so sad to see a marriage vow so easily broken,” tutted the Latina sister.

I realized I didn’t know their names. The only nun I knew was Sister Louise and she was captured by the Warlock Mark Glassner. “I am Theodora Mariam. And…and I’m so happy you’re here.” I could feel tears running hot down my cheeks. Pull yourself together, Theodora. You’re not actually eighteen.

The Latina nun hugged me gently, rocking me like a mother. “Shh, it will be alright, muñequita. I am Isabella Cecillia.”

“Agnes Chibuzo,” the African nun said and kissed my cheek. “God has sent us to aid you in your trials, Sister Theodora.”

I sniffed. “Thank you, Sisters.”

“Now, I have been traveling almost non-stop for last twenty-four hours,” Agnes said, wearily. “It has been a long trip from Sierra Leone. So tell me, why has God, through his servant Gabriel, sent us here.”

I told them everything I knew. How Sister Louise had tried to exorcise the Warlock Mark Glassner and been captured through the interference of Lilith of the Black Moon. How I was taught the ancient prayers and used Mark sister to attack him. But that failed. His lover, the other Warlock, freed him from the bond.

“It will be far messier, Ramiel told me, yesterday,” I finished. “Soldiers will be needed. Four and four and four.”

Isabella nodded. “It is like Napoleon all over again,” Isabella sighed. “There were three of us and we each bonded four soldiers under Napoleon’s command. We exorcised Napoleon at Waterloo. His wish to be Emperor destroyed, he lost the battle.” A look of old hurt crossed the tan face of Isabella. “Sister Eustace Mariam was killed in the struggle.”

“How old are you?” I asked in awe.

“I was born in the Year of our Lord, 1732,” Isabella answered.

I blinked, I knew we nuns could practically live forever, but most of us grew weary of the struggle after sixty or seventy years and passed their powers onto a successor. The only nun I had heard of that was over a hundred yeas old was the Mother Superior. “Have you ever faced a demon?” I asked Isabella, hopefully.

“No,” Isabella confessed. “That must be why there are three of us. This Warlock is using ancient magics.” Isabella sighed, wearily, rubbing her face. “I wish we had a monk or two with us.”

“A monk?” I frowned. “You mean a male nun, like us?”

“Well, not like us,” Isabella confessed. “When Creator in his infinite mercy gave his children the means to fight the Adversary, 144 were given the gift, half were men and half were women. The men’s gifts were different from ours. They were the soldiers. Given powers to fight demons and monsters and to protect us nuns in situations like this.”

“Why have I not heard of any monks?” I asked.

“The last monk died in 1942, exorcising Hitler,” Isabella sadly answered. “Five nuns and a monk and they all perished. But they broke Hitler’s powers and the Allies were able to eventually defeat the Third Reich.”

“The problem with the monks is their calling,” Agnes explained. “Too many died fighting and were unable to pass on their powers to a successor. We have dwindled as well. Maybe a dozen of us remain.”

“I fear the end is nearing,” Isabella said mournfully. “You are the last nun in North America. There are only two of us left in the Latin Americas.”

“We had four in Africa,” Agnes said, tears brimming on her eyes. “But two Warlocks appeared in the Congo, fighting for control over the jungle, and we lost two sisters exorcising them over the weekend. And I hear the Mother Superior herself had to deal with a Warlock in Paris.”

The Mother Superior was a legend. Supposedly, she was over a thousand years old and lived in the Motherhouse in Rennes-le-Château, France. Sister Louise told me whispered stories of the Mother Superior exorcisms from Vlad Tepesh to Rasputin and many other terrible men and women in between.

A sly smile appeared on Agnes’s face and she reached out and stroked my arm. “So, Theodora, tell us about this Curtis you’ve been indulging.”

A flush suffused my face. When we were given our Ecstasy, blanket indulgences were issued by the pope, forgiving any sin we may commit. Most nuns, at least this is what Sister Louise told me, used the opportunity to sin as much as possible before she once again must abstain.

“He has girth,” I said with a smile, remembering how good his cock felt stretching my pussy as he rode me last night. “I came twice with him last night, and once more this morning.”

“You naughty girl,” Agnes said with a twinkle. She glanced at Isabella. “Did you have time to indulge?”

Isabella gave a throaty laugh. “I live in a remote village in Guatemala. Many hours drive to the airport. This young buck, Miguel, drove me to the airport. I had my eye on him for several months, praying for a mission so I might indulge with him.” A smile appeared on her face. “On the drive to the airport, three times we stopped so he could ravish me.”

“What about you, Anges? Who did you fuck?” I asked.

Her grin turned naughty. “In Brussels I fucked this delightful young man in the airport restroom during my layover. And then in the flight into Seattle from Chicago, I flirted with this beautiful flight attendant named Sarai. She had silky, dusky skin and the most beautiful lips. A good Muslim girl she claimed, but when we arrived in Seattle, that good Muslim girl made me howl in pleasure in the women’s bathroom.”

We all giggled at that. But my joy did not last long, Ramiel’s words echoed in my mind. Soldiers are needed now. Four and four and four. My grin faded and I sighed and asked, “Where do we find four soldiers?” I asked.

“Providence,” Agnes yawned, and lay back on the bed. The TV turned on. “Sorry, I sat on the remote.”

“…go live to Sheriff Erkart about to give a press conference on the growing Mark Glassner scandal admits the SWAT unit of the Pierce County Sheriffs Department,” the anchor on the television said.

I sat up and my fellow nuns stared at the TV. Providence, I thought with a smile.

The camera cut to a room with a podium festooned with microphones. The seal of Pierce County Sheriff department hung behind the podium and a tall, distinguished looking man with black hair graying at the temples, stepped up to the podium. Cameras flashed in the room as he settled himself at the podium.

“Good evening,” the Sheriff greeted, sadly. “It is with a heavy heart that I am here today. An entire squad of the my SWAT unit, eleven men and one woman, have disgraced themselves and betrayed the public’s trusted in my Sheriff Department. As you all know, on Thursday, June 13th at approximately 4:10 AM, the FBI, with support from this SWAT unit, raided Mark Glassner’s house. As recent photos have shown, my officers have behaved disgracefully and will be suspended with pay until the State Patrol has finished their investigation.”

“God has provided,” Agnes breathed.

“Amen,” Isabella finished.

A smile crept up on my face. Mark Glassner enthralled an entire unit of SWAT. Ramiel had explained the spell Mark used to bound his Thralls and made them immune to our powers. The spell had to be performed individually by the Warlock. It seemed Providence was telling us that there were twelve, very dangerous Thralls out there lying loose just waiting for my Sisters and I to collect them.

“Amen,” I whispered as hope soared within me.

A soft snore broke my reverie and I giggled. Sister Agnes was sleeping on her side. She said it took her nearly twenty-four hours of travel to reach Seattle from Africa. The poor thing must be so tired.

“Isn’t she so beautiful,” Isabella whispered, her hand resting on my thigh. Her hand was warm and soft and a delicious thrill went through my body ending at my moistening snatch. Isabella turned to look at me, a smile playing on her brown face. “You are beautiful, too, Theodora,” she whispered in a Spanish lilt and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

Isabella’s lips were full and moist and looked so kissable as her face drew closer and closer to mine. Her lips were soft as well and I could taste cherry lip gloss as I sucked on her lower lip. Her hand was sliding up my thigh, underneath my skirt, sliding closer and closer to my moistening cunt. I placed my hand on her silky leg, squeezing her thigh and reaching for the source of heat between her legs.

Her panties felt like satin and I rubbed the crotch of her panties and could feel the heat of her cunt. I pushed the panties up into the groove of her slit, feeling her moisture slowly seep through the satin fabric and coating my fingers with her sticky arousal. I moaned into Isabella’s mouth as her fingers gently caressed my lacy panties and shivered as she grazed my hard clit through the panties.

Isabella broke the kiss, licking her lips, and reached her other hand beneath my skirt and started tugging off my panties. I lifted my ass, allowing her to slip the panties down my leg. They were yellow and lacy, the gusset damp with my desire. Isabella sniffed the crotch, inhaling my spicy aroma and then she shoved my panties into my mouth with a naughty smile on her face.

“We do not want to wake Sister Agnes with your sweet moans,” she whispered with a naughty smile.

She pushed me back, spread my thighs and I moaned, the sound muffled by my panties, as she licked her gentle tongue through my slit. I could taste my flavor on my panties and it added to the excitement. Next to me, Sister Agnes snored softly, her pretty, coal-black face inches from my own. Isabella’s tongue was tasting me everywhere, sucking my labia into her mouth, flicking at my clit. Her fingers gently spread my labia open and then her tongue wiggled into my hole.

Oh god that felt so amazing. I gripped the green comforter and threw back my head as Sister Isabella pleasured my cunt. Oh, fuck her tongue felt so wonderful. I wanted to tell her just how much pleasure she was making me feel, but the panties stuffed in my mouth reduced me to grunts and moans. I was getting so close to cumming, my hips starting to writhe as my pleasure mounted. Her tongue was fucking in and out of my hole, her nose rubbing gently against my clit, every brush bringing me closer and closer until I screamed into my panties as I flooded Isabella’s face.

Isabella gave my cunt a last lick and then she was moving down, kissing my taint, lifting up my ass and sliding a pillow beneath me. Her breath was warm on my ass, and her fingers gently spread my asscheeks and I gasped into my panties as her tongue touched my puckered anus. A naughty thrill tingled through me as she tongued my ass.

Her tongue circled my asshole, and then pressed against the tight ring. Her tongue pressed and pressed and then pushed past the sphincter, wiggling inside my ass. I was moaning again into the panties, feeling a second orgasm building. Her fingers reached up and pinched my hard clit, rolling my small nub between her fingers, sending jolts of electricity throughout my writhing body.

Fuck, Isabella sure knew how to pleasure a woman. She was bringing me closer and closer to a second cum, and it was brewing up to be bigger than the last one. Her tongue was sliding in and out of my asshole, swirling around my tight anus. The naughty slut was making my ass and my cunt felt so amazing. That amazing feeling of release was building and building, sweet Jesus I was getting so close and then the delicious shudder, the muscles clenching in my ass and pussy, the electricity shooting through my body.

I was panting and Isabella was crawling up my body. She pulled my panties from my lips and then kissed me gently on the lips and I could taste the sour flavor of my ass. Then Isabella curled up against me, placed her head on my breast and fell asleep.

Three nuns, I thought as I cradled Isabella’s head to my chest. Mark wouldn’t stand a chance.

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

As I jogged down Shaw Road, Thursday morning, my mind kept drifting to the phone call from Willow yesterday and the explosive news she delivered. Karen was pregnant. By the demon Lilith, no less. Her baby was growing fast, almost a weeks growth in a day, according to Willow. The stress of the growing child had left Karen in such a weakened state, she was barely conscious half the time.

“We thought it best to abort the embryo,” Willow had explained, “and then Lilith appeared. She warned us that Karen’s life was tied to the child growing inside her. If the child died, so would Karen.”

It was fucking frustrating. There was nothing we could do. Since I made my Pact, I had never felt so helpless. Not even when Karen was atop me, trying to exorcise my powers. I was still able to struggle to summon Lilith. But there was absolutely nothing either Mary or I could do but wait for Karen to give birth and worry about what sort of problem the thing growing inside her would cause.

Last night, we sat for an hour with Karen and the one time she woke up she smiled at us before falling back unconscious. We instructed the hospital staff not to report her unusual pregnancy and would keep one of the sluts with her at all time. Anger was burning in my stomach as I watched my Karen lay so listless, all those machines attached to her body. Anger at Lilith and anger at myself for being so stupid.

That night, when Lilith offered to trade the secrets of magic for the simple price of fucking Karen, I didn’t even hesitate. What harm could there be in letting the demon fuck her? Lilith formed a cock from her clit and told me how she was just so horny. She hadn’t had a woman on her cock in centuries. I could understand that desperate need to get off in some girls snatch. All guys understood that. I didn’t even occur to me that Lilith might have some ulterior plan in mind when she fucked Karen.

But she was a demon and Mary and I had learned an important lesson. A demon never does anything unless it benefits them in someway. They’ll find a way to turn it to their advantage. Then why did the Devil give me the ability to summon Lilith in the first place. It wasn’t out of kindness or sense of fair play. From what Karen told me, Warlock hadn’t summoned demons or used magics in a thousand of years. The Devil wants something from me. He needs something that only I can do, something that only a Warlock give him. And the real question is, will it benefit me or bite me in the ass in the end like Lilith’s simple deal has become.

I was betting on it biting me in the ass.

When Mary and I were returning from the club we saw several moving trucks arriving. Our families were following our orders and moving in. We sent the sluts to go help out and my mom guilt tripped me into carrying boxes into her new house. Mary thought it would be funny to watch and make unhelpful comments until my mom thrust a box into her arms and Mary, with a frown, was guilted into helping out as easily as I was.

By noon, our families were moved in and we were all gathered back at the house to eat the delicious egg salad sandwiches Desiree made for lunch. The sandwiches were so good, I decided to forgive Desiree for getting out of carrying boxes with the rest of us.

“Sandy, Mark and I need you to come with us, this afternoon,” Mary told my mom as she wolfed down her sandwich. “We need to bond a few pilots.”

At three we had an appointment with the head of HR at Alaska Airlines to screen for our pilots. We bought a Gulfstream IV from this billionaire yesterday and Mary and I agreed having our pilots bound by the Zimmah spell is the safest course. That way we didn’t have to worry about a nun getting to our pilot and causing her to crash our plane with us in it.

“Oh, sure,” my mom answered. “I guess unpacking can wait.”

“Oh, we have plenty of time,” Betty said, patting my mom’s wrist fondly.

Betty was Mom’s…eh…girlfriend, I guess. I was having trouble wrapping my brain around my mom and Betty. For my entire life mom was a straitlaced Christian and it was surprising finding out she had been cheating on my dad with Betty Cooley for the last few years. And now that my dad was dead, and mom and Betty, with a little nudge from Mary, had moved in together.

“We should have a bar-ba-que,” Sean, my future father-in-law, suggested. “A nice, family get together once everyone gets settle in.” He had Felicity, the sex slave Mary gave him, dandled on his knee. Felicity was dressed in the sluttiest, naughty schoolgirl outfit I had ever seen. Sean was a high school teacher and it looked like he was working through all those years of not molesting his students with Felicity.

“Ohh, that sounds fun,” Missy chimed in. Missy was Mary’s little sister, still in High School, who looked almost the spitting image of Mary. The main difference, other than age, was Missy’s light, strawberry-blonde hair versus Mary’s darker, auburn hair.

“Monday?” I asked Mary, thinking what we might have plans for that day.

“You did schedule those tryouts for Monday, right?” Mary asked me. After I we got home from the hospital last night, I spent two hours calling police agencies in King and Thurston County to arrange for a new pool of women to draw more bodyguards from. With our families to protect and a nun lurking about, I wanted more protection.

“Yeah, we can have the bar-ba-que at Sparks Stadium and everyone can help us evaluate some new bodyguards,” I said nodding.

“Sure, sounds fun,” George said. George was Shannon’s boyfriend.

Shannon laughed, tossing about her fiery red hair and tickled her boyfriend. “Someone just once to fuck some pretty girls.”

“Well, there is one matter that we need to attend to,” Mary said. “Mark and I have powerful enemies and they would use our loved ones against us.”

Antsy, my little sister snorted. “Tell me about it,” she muttered. The nuns had attacked us through Antsy, trying to break up Mary and myself.

“Yes, that’s why we need to protect you with the Bond of Zimmah,” Mary finished.

The family trooped upstairs and crowded into our bedroom. There was my mom, her girlfriend Betty, and their sex slave, Joy. And Antsy and her sex slave, Via. Then Mary’s family dwarfed mine. Her dad and his sex slave. Her older sister Shannon and her boyfriend, and their sex slave, Starla. And little Missy, her boyfriend Damien, and their two sex slaves Dawn and Mrs. Corra. Mrs. Corra was Damien’s teacher before I made her Damien’s sex slave, and yet he still called her Mrs. Corra while he bossed her around.

Mary and Mom stripped naked and lay side-by-side on the bed, both beautiful. Mary was the beauty of youth, perky breasts and a fresh face. Mom was a hot MILF at forty-three. She possessed the ripened beauty of maturity, her body still tight as an eighteen year old’s from her daily exercise, her breasts still lovely and her face was sexy and confident.

I crawled onto my mom, her arms outstretched. “My boy’s all grown up,” she smiled, pulling me down into her embrace, her hands gripping my cock and guiding it to her cunt.

Next to us, Sean was crawling over his daughter’s body. “You are so beautiful, Mary,” he whispered.

“Oh, daddy!” Mary smiled, pulling him down and wrapping her legs around his waist. “Hmm, stick that hard cock inside your sweet daughter’s cunt!”

I was inside my mom’s cunt, fucking my cock in and out of her as her lips captured mine in a kiss. I roamed up her body with my hands, finding her breasts and giving them a squeeze. Her nipples were hard as I rubbed my hand over them. My mom’s hips rose up to meet my thrusts, grinding her clit into my pubic bone. She felt so amazing. This was the cunt that I came from, I thought. And that wicked thought made the sex more thrilling.

“You like my cunt, daddy?” Mary cooed. She sounded like a little girl with her father, asking him if liked her dress.

“Yeah, Mary,” he groaned as he plowed into her cunt. “You feel so tight.”

“Does it feel familiar?” Mary asked with a wicked grin. “Does it feel like the cunt that rode your cock when you were blindfolded on Monday?”

Sean groaned. “That was you? Oh, man that was amazing.”

“As amazing as this?” Mary asked. Her dad moaned loudly. I wasn’t sure what Mary did but her dad seemed to find it amazing.

The entire situation was too exciting for me to last long. Our families were watching us fuck our parents. My thrust were becoming frantic. “Oh God, Mom. You feel so good. I’m…ohhh fuck…I’m gonna cum!”

“Give it to me, Mark!” my mom moaned like a wanton hooker.

I pounded her cunt harder, my balls tightening and then I was groaning and my cum was flooding into my mom’s cunt. Her pussy contracted about my cock and she gasped as her orgasm swept over her. I collapsed atop her, enjoying the feel of her cunt as my cock soften, the warmth of her body as it pressed beneath me. I captured her lips in a kiss, then turned to watch Mary getting fucked by her father.

Mary looked over at me, a smile on her face. Her dad was grunting atop her, fucking her faster and faster. He raised up on his arms, slamming into my fiancee’s cunt and then his body tensed and he moaned as he flooded his sweet daughter’s pussy. Mary trembled beneath him, her breasts heaving as he came in her sweet pussy.

I rolled off my mom and Sean rolled off his daughter. Both women laid there, cum oozing out of their freshly fucked pussies. Mary and I agreed to bond the each other’s families. We didn’t want to make slaves of our families, just to protect them, so we told our families they could ignore our orders. It let our loved ones have their free will.

Shannon was first, crawling between my mother’s legs and taking a swipe of my mom’s pussy juices and my cum. I muttered, “Zimmah,” and felt the energy bind Shannon to me.

Antsy crawled beneath Mary’s legs and licked through my fiancee’s cunt, gathering a thick globe of incestuous cum and pussy juices. “Zimmah,” Mary intoned and I watched the shudder pass between the two women.

One by one, our family members were bonded. Betty and my mom by Mary, and Mary’s family by me. Poor Sean, he didn’t relish having to taste my cum, no matter how beautiful the cunt that contained it. And Damien just closed his eyes, took the smallest lick he could, then flew away, spitting. Then Missy followed, and then Dawn, Mrs. Corra, and Starla. Until, only George remained, and everyone turned to him.

“Shannon,” George said. “Before I really become part of this family I want to ask you a question.”

“Okay?” Shannon said, a stunned, hopeful, disbelieving smile playing on her lips, her mouth falling open and her eyes watering with emotion. I remembered that same look on Mary’s face when I proposed to her.

George fell to his knees, grasped her hand and kissed her palm. “Shannon, these last two years have been the happiest of my life. I love you, Shannon. You are my world. The kindest, sweetest soul I ever met. Will…” George’s voice cracked and he cleared his throat. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” Shannon whispered, tears running out of her eyes. “Oh, yes, yes, yes!”

George pulled out a rose gold ring set with a large diamond. Smaller diamonds were sat in the band. Shannon’s hand trembled as George slid the ring on her finger. When he stood up she threw her arms around him and the pair kissed. The women in the room were all misty eyed. When George broke the kiss, he crawled between my mom’s legs and didn’t hesitate as he took his lick.

As Mary and I dressed for our appointment, we watched as an impromptu family orgy began. It all started when Missy pressed herself up against her dad, saying, “Is it my turn to get fucked?” with a huge, impish grin on her face.

“But…” Sean spluttered. Sean was under my orders to be available to fuck Mary for the Zimmah spell and was resistant to fucking his youngest daughter. But Missy was a hundred pounds of teenage enthusiasm and, with her sex slave Dawn’s help, pushed Sean back onto the bed. She straddled her dad, guiding his hard cock to her tight, teenage cunt, and started riding him, using all the technique I taught her on pleasing a man.

George and Shannon slipped out onto our private balcony and the newly engaged couple were passionately fucking on our love seat. Betty and Antsy were on the bed making out next to Sean and Missy while my mom watch fondly. Damien had his Mrs. Corra’s big tits about his cock as he watched his girlfriend, Missy, ride her dad. Via, Joy, and Starla slipped into a daisy chain on the floor, each slut devouring the other’s cunts.

I sighed as we left. “There will be other orgies,” Mary consoled, pressing up against me.

“I haven’t fucked any of their sex slaves,” I moaned. “Well, I fucked Felicity, but not the other five.”

“Plenty of time for that, Mark,” Mary chided, prodding me down the stairs. “But we have the meeting with the architects and your pilot interview. I’m sure you’ll find some pretty new lady for you to fuck.”

I grinned, Mary always found the bright side of a situation. “Well, that’s the plan.”

Before we went up to SeaTac to Alaska Airlines headquarters, we had a meeting with an architect to design our mansion. Mary had been speaking to them on the phone for the last week, hammering out the specifications, and the architects had their first conceptions ready. They did some great work, designing a large, central mansion and five, smaller guest houses for our families to live in at the back of the property. There was also a stable, Mary wanted to have horses, and a pool, and extensive landscaping. Mary gave a few brief corrections and the architects would start drawing up the plans. Hopefully, in a month, we could start breaking ground on construction.

The Alaska Airlines offices were located on International Boulevard south of the SeaTac airport. I parked the Mustang and had 01 and 09, our bodyguard’s for the trip, wait in 01’s white State Patrol car. I took Mary’s arm and my mom followed us in. The inside was well furnished, the Eskimo face logo of Alaska Airlines embossed on the lobby floor and a few potted plants dotted the corners.

“How can I help you, sir?” the receptionist, a stout, middle-aged woman named Angela, asked.

“Yes, we’re here to see Mr. Ledford,” I said. “I’m Mark Glassner.”

The receptionist called upstairs and sent us on own. “Floor four, go left from the elevator. You can’t miss his office.”

“Remember the last elevator we rode?” Mary asked with a sly smile as I pushed he fourth floor button.

“No elevator slut this time,” I laughed. That’s how we met Violet, one of our sluts. I took her virginity in the hotel elevator of the Four Seasons, I believe, up in Seattle.

My mom looked at me, a frown across her beautiful face. “What?”

“It’s nothing, Sandy,” Mary assured her. “Just an inside joke.”

“Oh, sure,” Sandy said with a nod.

The elevator dinged and we got out on the fourth floor. Monroe Ledford’s office was down a hallway, through an open area full of cubicles, against the west wall of the building. He had a mousy looking woman for a secretary with the unusual name of Richmal. “He’s expecting you, Mr. Glassner.”

“Richmal, just ignore any strange sounds you hear, okay,” Mary said with a friendly smile.

“Oh, sure, miss,” Richmal squeaked.

Monroe had a spacious office, a large mahogany desk, and a wall covered in filing cabinets. Seven women dressed in blue pilot’s jackets and slacks were huddled in the corner talking to each other and gave us curious stares when we entered. Monroe scurried out from behind his desk, a heavyset man in an expensive looking suit. His face was round, fat hanging from beneath his chins, and large, black glasses dominated his face.

“Good to meet you in person, Mr. Glassner,” Monroe greeted. “I gathered the candidates just like you asked, sir.”

“Thank you, you can wait at your secretary’s desk and don’t come in here until we leave,” I told him, shaking his moist hand.

“Ah, of course, sir,” Monroe laughed. “Well, they are all excellent pilots and you will not be disappointed with whomever you choose.”

“All right, ladies, line up,” Mary said, brusquely.

My mom, looking a little out of sorts, set down at the table. “You okay, mom,” I asked as Mary got the pilots lined up.

“It’s just…overwhelming how the two of you just take command of situation,” Mom admitted. “And you’re going to, what…screw these women?”

I shrugged. “Not all of them,” I admitted. Several of the women were just not pretty enough. Sure they were handsome women, but Mary and I had our standards. “They’ll enjoy themselves, Mom. So just relax, okay?”

She sighed. “Okay, Mark.” She squirmed in her seat. “Geezs, I’m turning into such a hussy,” she muttered, eying the women.

“Maybe, mom,” I told her, rubbing her shoulder. “But it’s a lot of fun, isn’t it?” I asked with a grin.

My mom laughed and kissed the back of my hand. “Your fiancee’s going to start without you,” Mom pointed out.

I looked up to the two handsome women walking out the door. “All right, disrobe,” Mary ordered the remaining five. “And be prepared to get fucked. You all want to please us and be chosen to be as one of our pilots.” I stepped up next to her and she whispered, “Is everything alright with your mom?”

“Yeah, Mom is just not used to all this,” I answered.

The pilots were disrobing. All of them wore the most boring underwear, I was disappointed to learn. We sent two more packing; one had an ugly Caesarean scar and the other’s ass was covered in cellulite and looked as wrinkled as a prune. The remaining three were gorgeous women in their late twenties and early thirties.

Joslyn was a black-haired woman, willowy, with dark, Mediterranean complexion and brilliant green eyes. She had a nice set of round breasts topped with dusky nipples. Her belly buttoned was pierced with a small, golden charm set with a ruby and her pussy was shaved, revealing fat, dark pussy lips.

Duana was another black-haired woman, tall with Nordic cheekbones. Her breasts were small and perky and she had a thick, black bush between her legs. Her legs were toned and tanned from sunbathing, there were patches of pale flesh around her breasts and her crotch from her bikini.

Lynda was a strawberry-blonde with deep, blue eyes. She was short and curvy, with large, pillowy breasts with some of the biggest, fattest nipples I had ever seen, each pierced with a thick, gold ring. Her pussy was shaved, save for a triangular patch of reddish hair above her clit.

I walked over and hefted Lynda’s large breast, feeling the weight and gave her nipple piercing a tug bring a soft gasp to Lynda’s mouth. Mary was running her fingers through Duana’s thick bush, the tall woman shuddering as Mary must have found her clit or maybe her wet hole. Joslyn was looking a little lonely and so was my mom, so I pulled her to me and whispered in her ear.

Joslyn swayed back to my mom. Mom swallowed, licking her lips as the dusky beauty reached her and sat on her lap. “I…I have a girlfriend,” my mom protested, as Joslyn kissed at her throat.

“It’s just sex, Mom,” I said, pushing Lynda down to her knees. “I have a girlfriend, too.”

Mary giggled as Duana was unbuttoning her blouse, exposing Mary’s freckled breasts. The tall pilot sucked Mary’s nipple into her lips. “Betty knows you love her, that’s all that matters, Sandy. Everything else is just fun.”

My zipper rasped down and eager hands reached into my pants, pushing down my boxers, to find my hardening cock. Mom relaxed and was kissing Joslyn, her hands sliding up to cup the dusky woman’s breast and rolling her dark nipples between her fingers while Joslyn purred in pleasure. Lynda’s mouth engulfed my cock, sucking my dick until I was fully hard in her mouth. I looked down at her pillowy tits and just had to feel those about my cock.

I pulled my cock from her mouth, grabbed the fat ring pierced through her left nipple and pulled Lynda to her feet and led her over to a chair and set down. “You ever given a guy a titty fuck?” I asked her.

She smiled wickedly. “A few.”

Lynda knelt down and placed her pillowy tits around my cock, squeezing them about my shaft and started to slide them up and down. Her gold rings piercing her nipples swung up and down, glinting in a shaft of sunlight that fell across her tits. Her blue eyes stared up at me, eager to please, and her strawberry-blonde hair fell loosely about her shoulders, a splash of color against her pale skin.

Mary sat in the sit next to me, spreading her legs and cooing in pleasure as Duana dove into her cunt, licking stiffly at her pussy. “C’mon, slut, you can do better,” Mary complained. “Your a woman, just lick and touch me wherever you’d like to be touched down there.”

“Okay,” Duana murmured and spread Mary’s lips open and licked her tongue through Mary’s slit, sliding her tongue into Mary’s wet pussy. She swirled her tongue around the sucked Mary’s labia into her mouth, rolling the wrinkled lips between her lips as Mary moaned in appreciation.

“Getting better,” Mary encourage, then sighed in pleasure. “Definitely getting better.”

I glanced back to see my mom was sitting on the desk, her jeans pulled off, her firm ass flexing as she squirmed in pleasure. I guessed Joslyn must be going down on her. My mom pulled her loose, striped shirt over her head exposing her smooth back and white bra. She reached behind her and unclasped the bra. As the white material fell away, I could just see the slope of her right breast and the hint of her pink nipple.

“Ohh, that feels nice,” Mom moaned on Joslyn’s tongue. Her arms moved and I realized mom was playing with her breasts.

“How’s your titty fuck?” Mary asked with a smile.

“Nice,” I told her. Lynda’s tits felt amazing on my cock as she formed a tight tunnel between her soft tits. I started fucking my hips up, rubbing my cock faster through the valley of her breasts. Mary’s eyes were fixed on my cock, the head would appear up from between her tits then disappear back down. Pre-cum glistening on the tip, smearing on Lynda’s melons.

“Is Duana giving you good head?” I asked.

Mary rolled her eyes. “She’s getting better! She…ohhh, yeah. She’s definitely getting better,” Mary purred.

“Oh, man!” gasped Mom. “Oh, Mark, her tongue feels so amazing. I can’t wait to try some of what she’s doing to my pussy on Betty when I get home! Oh, wow! Mmmhh, oh crap! Yes, yes, oh yes!”

Lynda started licking my cock head when it got close to her lips, her tongue roughly sliding across the tip sending a shudder of pleasure through my body. Another lick, another shudder, and then my cock was back in the pillowy softness of her breasts and then was back out and another delicious lick, another delicious shudder. “Fuck that’s amazing!” I gasped. “Keep licking, slut!”

Lynda giggled. “Glad you…” lick, “…like it!”

Mary was panting next to me, grinding her cunt into Duana’s face. “Oh yes, fucking suck my clit, whore! Oh, fuck! Oh fucking shit! Here it comes, slut! Drink my cum!”

My mom sat in the chair on the other side of me, naked and flushed. Her eyes focused on my cock appearing and disappearing between Lynda’s breasts. I was getting closer and closer to cumming. My balls were so close to flooding Lynda’s breasts with my creamy spunk. Just a few more licks and…I groaned, my face clenched as I spilled onto her tits.

“Fuck, that was nice!” I moaned.

Lynda was panting, to, white cum coating her face and tits. She released her breasts and my cock slid out of her tight embrace. Mary knelt down and licked a line of my cum up Lynda’s tit. Then she looked at my mom, hefted Lynda’s other, cum covered tit invitingly. My mom licked her lips and then knelt down and licked my cum up Lynda’s breast, up to her neck and then she was kissing Lynda on the lips.

My cock was achingly hard watching my mom and my fiancee lick my cum off this woman. They were pressing her down onto her back, their tongues devouring my cum. Mary licked her way up to Lynda’s face as Mom licked back down to her breasts, sucking a fat nipple and gold ring into her mouth as Mary kissed Lynda on the lips. Then Mary was straddling her face as Mom licked lower and lower, down to Lynda’s shaved cunt.

“Duana, lick my mom’s cunt,” I ordered and then I grabbed willowy Joslyn and bent her over the desk.

Joslyn’s cunt was shaved bare, her labia large and engorged and felt amazing as I rubbed the head of my cock on them before I found her hot, wet hole and slid inside her, groaning as her velvet cunt swallowed my cock.

“Ohh, that feels great,” Joslyn moaned. “Umm, you got a nice feeling cock, stud.”

“You got a nice feeling cunt,” I moaned, pulling back and thrusting in again and again. “Fucking wet and tight, just the way I like my pussy!”

“Then give me a good fucking, lover!” Joslyn purred. “I could use a nice cum! Haven’t had one yet, today!”

“You have to cum everyday, slut?” I asked.

“If not, then the day was wasted.” I liked her philosophy. If I haven’t came a dozen times in a day, it was definitely wasted. “I need a nice, fat cock to stretch my poor little pussy until I explode!” she panted.

I started thrusting faster and faster, enjoying her wet depths. I glanced behind me, Mary was riding Lynda’s face and my mom was devouring Lynda’s cunt. Duana knelt behind my mom and started fingering her cunt. Duana bent her head down, planting her face between my mom’s ass cheeks and began to rim Mom’s ass. What a naughty slut.

“I’m going to pee in your mouth, and you’re going to love it, right slut?” Mary asked.

“Oh yes,” moaned Lynda. “I’ve masturbated so many times to water sports vids! Fill my mouth with your delicious pee.”

Mary sighed as her urine splashed into Lynda’s mouth, the pilot drinking her piss eagerly. I slammed into Joslyn’s cunt faster and faster as I watched my fiancee piss into another woman’s mouth. When Mary finished pissing, she moaned as Lynda licked her pussy clean, her tongue digging through Mary’s slit. Lynda was moaning beneath Mary, her body writhing and fresh cunt juices flooded my mom’s mouth as she came.

My mom drank all of Lynda’s juices and then shuddered on Duana’s tongue. “Yes, oh yes, I’m cumming! Umm, that feels so amazing!” Mom turned around, stroking Duana’s face. “Oh, thank you for that amazing orgasm.”

I came in Joslyn’s cunt as I watched my mom french kiss Duana, her face sticky with Lynda’s juices. Mary’s ass jiggled beneath her bunched up skirt as she ground her pussy on Lynda’s face, her unbuttoned blouse slid off her right shoulder, exposing her pale, freckled shoulder. Her auburn hair, tied in a ponytail, swayed about as she tossed her head about, her moans of pleasure growing louder and louder.

My mom’s ass was pointing at me, as tight as any teenagers, her hairy bush matted with desire, her pussy pink and swollen with pleasure. I knelt behind her, running my hands about her firm cheeks. Mom broke her kiss with Duana and glanced over her shoulder at me, her eyes falling onto my hard cock.

“You’re so beautiful, Mom,” I murmured.

“Prettier than your fiancee?” my mom asked with a grin.

“A close second, Mom.” My cock was poking at her tight ass, sliding down, leaving a streak of pre-cum across her firm cheeks and down through her silky hair. I found her hot, wet hole, rubbing my cock’s head on her swollen labia, enjoying the feel of her silky nether lips.

“Umm, good answer, son,” Mom groaned as my cock entered her slowly.

“He’s the best!” moaned Mary. “Umm, this slut sure knows her way around a snatch! You keep doing that and…ohhh that’s nice! Fuck, fuck, yes! That’s it! Oh, God, I’m cumming! You nasty, fucking slut! Ohh, that was nice.”

“Thank you for fulfilling my fantasy,” moaned Lynda as Mary crawled off of her.

Mary pressed her body against my back, hugging me from behind as I fucked my mother. Her breasts were soft pillows topped with her hard nipples, her silky bush tickled my ass. Her arms wrapped around my waist and her lips were wet on my neck.

“Who are you thinking of keeping for our pilots?” she whispered into my ear.

“Lynda for sure,” I moaned. “Those fucking nipple rings.”

Mary laughed. “I love a slut that drinks my piss.”

“Joslyn is the prettiest,” my mom moaned, thrusting her hips back into my cock. With Mary pressed behind me, I couldn’t fuck Mom as hard I liked, but goddamn my mom knew how to work her hips to get a man off.

Joslyn was beautiful, with her dusky, Mediterranean skin her brilliant green eyes. “She was a great fuck,” I pointed out.

Mary nipped at my ear. “Joslyn and Lynda then.”

“Yeah,” I panted. “Mmh, Mom, you know how to fuck!”

Mom laughed, a rich throaty laugh, slamming her ass back into me. “You’re not to bad yourself. Umm, my baby boy grew up to have a nice cock!”

“Cum in your slutty mom’s pussy,” Mary whispered into my ear. “Fill her up with delicious spunk.”

“Give me your cum, Mark!” Mom moaned. “Fill your mommy’s womb with your sperm. It’s so wonderful to have you back inside me! Oh, crap! Crap!”

My balls were tightening, my orgasm was building. I felt Mom’s cunt spasm on my cock as she came, slamming her ass back into me and I groaned, “Fuck, that feels so amazing, Mom! Oh, fuck! Here it fucking cums!” My balls unloaded, flooding the very pussy that made me with a flood of cum. Mom slumped forward, rolling onto her back, her legs spread obscenely open, my cum oozing out and matting her brown fur.

“Joslyn and Lynda, you’re going to be our pilots,” I ordered. “You’ll live at the hanger, stay within fifteen minutes of the plane at all times. You will love Mary and myself as your masters, and love each other. Duana, never speak of this to anyone, you can get dressed and go.”

Joslyn moved over to Lynda and stroked her face. “I never noticed how beautiful you are,” she whispered and kissed Lynda with passion.

“Ladies,” I barked, interrupting their kiss, “get over her and take a lick from my mom’s cunt.” Lynda was first, bending down and taking a single lick as I uttered, “Zimmah,” and felt the energy run from my mom into Lynda and myself, binding Lynda’s to me permanently. Lynda stared at me in awe as Joslyn took her place and took her lick and was bound to me.

“You two, go home gather your stuff and head to Thun Field, hanger 18,” I told her and pulled a pair of keys out of my pocket, tossing it to them. “The Gulfstream has already arrived. From now on, you’ll live in the plane. There’s a comfy bed for the two of you too enjoy, internet, satellite TV. Just remember, always be within fifteen minutes of the plane.”

“Yes, Master,” Lynda nodded and then gave Joslyn a wicked smile. “A bed to share, huh? I’m sure we can find some stimulating way to pass the time.”

My phone rang and I fished it out of my pocket, glancing at the caller ID. “You found Brandon?” I asked.

“I found out where he went,” Doug Allard answered. Doug was a P.I. hired by Brandon Fitzsimmons to spy on us, causing all sorts of problems when Brandon sent the media the results of his spying. We caught Doug and turned him to our side and sent him after Brandon. “He flew from San Francisco to London and from there he caught a plane to Toulouse, France. He landed in Frances about two hours ago.”

“What’s in France?” I asked aloud, frowning.

“The book,” Mary grasped. “One of the books is in France.”

My stomach sank. Who knew what sort of problems Brandon having the book would cause. “Doug, Brandon’s headed for Rennes-le-Château, the Motherhouse of an order of nuns. The Order of Mary Magdalena. You must stop him from getting a book, the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. Do whatever it takes to stop him.”

“Okay, Mr. Glassner.”

I wanted to go after Brandon myself. But he was going into the heart of the lion’s den, the Motherhouse of the Nuns. Who knew how many of those bitches would be there. It was far too dangerous for either Mary or myself to go anywhere near Rennes-le-Château.

“Mary, where was that third book at?”

“Um, with some noble. An Altgrave, I think he was called.” She grabbed her phone. “In Cologne, Germany.”

“I need to speak with him, make sure he understands not to let Brandon so much as see that book.”

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“Hey, Kaeden,” Illness, the barkeep at the Lucky Cowgirl greeted me as I sidled up to the bar.

Illness wasn’t the name he was born with, just the name everyone called him. “Because I’m so Ill, man, you know, cool,” he would say in his gravely, burnt-out voice, sounding like an aging rocker who partied to hard in his twenties and lived to regret it.

“A pint of Sam Adams,” I said, sighing as I sat down on the barstool.

“You one of the…” He left the end of his question hanging. The empty look in my eyes answered his question. “Rough, man. Real rough.” He finished filling the pint and set it down in front of me. “So, did it really happen?”

I shrugged. My PBA rep told me not to talk about it. Fuck, I’m not even sure what really happened. One minute, I was storming this Mark Glassner house on loan to the FBI, and the next thing I knew Mark Glassner was leading me and rest of my SWAT unit out of the house. And then this fine-ass girl, naked, with bubble-gum pink hair and this voluptuous Latina were leading me upstairs and fucked my brain out.

And now I was probably out of a job. And maybe facing prison time. Accepting sexual favors as a bribe, Internal Affairs called it. So here I was, back at the Lucky Cowgirl, to drown my sorrows. I hadn’t been in for two weeks and I was hoping to get lucky like the last time I was here, to maybe take my mind off my problems with some female companionship. Hell, maybe that gal would be back.

Nearly two weeks ago, on a Friday, this vivacious blonde name Erin had waltzed in, flirting outrageously with me and a few of my drinking buddies. We were drawn to her, she was just so fucking sexy in her tight jeans and revealing top. And she just ate our attention, touching us, laughing at our bad jokes. I grew more and more bold and soon it was just me and her at the bar and she let my hands roam everywhere. When I whispered in her ear that I wanted to fuck her brains out. She laughed and suggested the bathroom. I gave her a good fucking all while this creep listened to us from the next stall.

And then she asked me to go get some drinks and I waited at the bar while she cleaned herself up. And waited, figuring she had to reapply her make-up. You know women. When she did emerge, she was with this other guy, her arm wrapped around him, clinging tightly to him. They clearly knew each other, her boyfriend maybe and I just stood at the bar like an idiot realizing that the guy must have been the creep in the next stall. They were like playing at cheating or something. It was straight out of letters to Penthouse.

After the day I had, I wouldn’t mind banging Erin again. Her guy could watch for all I cared. I just needed something nice to happen to me, today. I just needed something pleasant to help me forget what a shithole my life just became. All the hard work, all the sacrifices to become a SWAT officer. It cost me my marriage to Sally and a few girlfriends since. All of it flushed down the shitter and I couldn’t even begin to understand why any of us did it.

“Why so down, handsome?” a tall, African American woman asked, sitting on the barstool next to me. Her accent was strange, like she was an actual African, from Nigeria or something. She was beautiful, young, with coal-black skin and short, curly hair. Her lips were big and smiling beautifully.

I snorted. “I’m in a lot of trouble.”

“Oh, how sad,” she consoled, placing her hand on my arm, stroking me gently. “Maybe I could make it all better.”

“Oh, how?” I asked, eying her up and down. She was fucking gorgeous.

She smiled promisingly. “What are you drinking?”

“Sam Adams.”

“Buy me one, and we’ll see if I can’t make you forget all about your problems,” she promised, her fingers running up my arm to my biceps. “Mmhh, you work out. I love a man with big muscles.”

“I’m a SWAT officer,” I told her. Some women got off on banging cops, badge bunnies we called them. And the way this woman’s eyes lit up, she was definitely a badge bunny.

“How exciting,” she purred. Illness set a pint before her and she took a deep gulp. “It must be very stressful, all that danger.”

“Oh, very stressful,” I said with a shrug. “But, I live for the danger.” I used that BS on so many ladies, they lapped it up.

Her laugh was throaty and exciting. “And how do you relieve all that stress. I bet it just gets bottled up inside you, begging to be released.”

“Oh, I could think of a few ways to relive the pressure,” I smiled.

“Your hand, non?” she asked archly.

I laughed, it felt good to laugh. “Sure, but there are definitely more pleasant ways to relieve the pressure.” I took a drink of my beer. “Of course, they require someone’s assistance.”

She sipped her beer, her pink tongue licking foam off her upper lip. “I have been told I am very skilled at relieving stress.”

My cock was rock hard in my pants. God, I loved this bar. I had never met a girl as easy as Erin, but this African chick was giving that slut Erin a run for her money. Well, it worked last time, so I leaned over and whispered, “I want to fuck your brains out. Right now.”

She stood up, her smile eager, and took my hand. She was aggressive as she pulled me across the bar to the men’s room and pulled me inside. She took me to the last stall. Memories of Erin bent over the toilet as I fucked her from behind flashed in my mind. Would this mysterious Black woman’s cunt feel as good as Erin’s had.

Christ I didn’t even know her name.

But that didn’t matter as she kissed me as soon as we were in the stall, my hands reaching down and knead her ass through her short skirt. I lifted the skirt up and she wasn’t wearing any panties, the naughty little slut. Her tongue was fierce as she frenched me, aggressively exploring my mouth as her hands fumbled at my belt. She pulled my cock out, stroked it a few times then broke the kiss. I was panting hard as she pulled her dress over her head, exposing her lithe, coal-black body. She took her fingers, slid them between her black breasts, down to her black bush and shoved them up inside her, coating them with her juices.

“See how wet I am for you,” she moaned. “Fuck me!”

I didn’t need to be told twice and I pinned her against the side of the stall, her legs wrapping about my waist as I plunged into her Black pussy. She moaned as I fucked her hard, pounding away at her cunt. I needed this. I needed to forget my problems. All that mattered right now was how amazing her cunt felt on my cock as I fucked her tight, wet depths.

“Fuck your tight, slut,” I moaned. Any girl as easy as her, badge bunny or not, was a slut. “Love how you feel on me.”

“Umm, your cock is stirring me up,” she moaned. “Umm, spear me, stud! Ohh, I love having a nice shaft spearing inside me!”

Her hips were fucking me back, matching the furious rhythm. I needed to cum so bad. I didn’t care if she came, I just needed to feel that sweet release as I spilled inside her. She was so tight, my cock felt like it was in a vice, trying to squeeze out my cum. I was getting closer and closer to cumming inside her.

“Yes, yes, oh God I’m gonna cum!” I moaned. Her legs were wrapped so tightly about me I couldn’t pull out if I wanted to. I slammed once more into her and felt that shuddering release as my cum spilled into her.

Her finger was on my forehead, drawing with her sticky finger as she whispered, “Shama,” into my ear and everything went still. I stared blankly at the woman and she smiled in satisfaction. All that mattered to me was doing exactly what this woman told me too.

“Good,” she muttered, pushing me back, my cock pulling out of her. “I am Sister Agnes.” I nodded my head as she gave me my instructions.

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The Drunken Pugilist may be the emptiest bar I had ever seen at happy hour. One old man sipped a pint at the bar while a board barkeep was watching the Mariners play the Angels. A fond smile crossed my face as I remembered Sean, my ex-husband, getting so excited during their ’95 season and how crushed he had been when the Mariners lost to the Indians and ended the Mariners World Series hopes. Mary was only one, then, and Missy wasn’t even a thought, yet.

Focus, Theodora, I told myself. Kurt stole your family from you, no use dwelling on that, now. You need to stop this Mark from destroying other families.

Sister Isabella followed me in. We let Providence guide us. Each of us opened the phone book, to the listing of bars, figuring guys as in trouble as these SWAT officer were would be drowning their sorrows. So we closed our eyes and jabbed our fingers down on the page. Isabella and I both got the Drunken Pugilist and Sister Agnes chose the Lucky Cowgirl.

I scanned the bar, the only other people were the two men sitting at a booth in the back, almost hidden in the shadows. I could see their auras, blacker than the shadows, the aura of a Thrall enslaved by a Warlock. It was clear that Mark had given the men an order that must have rewritten parts of their personality. Well, they were cops and I could imagine the sort of orders Mark must have given. “Let me commit crimes,” he probably ordered, or, “I can’t do anything wrong.”

Both guys looked miserable as we approached, a pitcher of beer sat between them and a few empty shot glasses. Both were fit, broad shoulder man. A swarthy Mexican with a thick mustache that ruined an otherwise handsome face, and a squashed-face white guy with a crew cut.

“Hi, boys,” Isabella purred with her sexy, Latina accent.

The Mexican’s eyes lit up when he saw us. “Hello, ladies,” he said with a smile, and motioned to the booth. “Care to cheer up a pair of cops having a bad day?”

“Christ, Riz, do you have to flirt with every chick?” the White guy asked.

“Hey man, why should I deprive my charm from any beautiful woman,” Riz protested. “Ignore him, he’s married and forgotten how to treat such heavenly creatures as yourselves.”

“Riz?” I asked, and then Isabella sat down next to him, leaving me with the White guy.

“Because his real name is pretty stupid,” the White guy said and a grin momentarily crossed his lips before his pain returned.

“Oroitz is a perfectly manly name,” Riz joked. “Besides, what kind of name is Duncan?”

“A Highlander,” I said with a smile. Everyone gave me a blank look. “Um, you know, ‘There can be only one.’ The Highlander?”

“Yeah,” Duncan muttered and took a swill of his beer. “The TV show, right. Not the movie.”

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“So, what has you guys so down?” Isabella asked. “Women, right?” Both men grunted and Isabella smiled wickedly, leaning closer to Riz, reaching out to place her hand on his. “I hope not the same woman.”

“No, chiquita, not the same woman,” Riz admitted. “We’re both in the doghouse because of work. My girl broke up with me and Duncan’s wife kicked him out.”

“Oh that’s terrible,” I cooed, scooting up against Duncan. His eyes glanced at my cleavage and then a guilty flush suffused his face.

Across the table, Isabella was snuggling up to Riz, who put his arm around her. “Yeah, it’s terrible. Me and Alicia had been dating for weeks.”

“Well, maybe I can make you feel better,” Isabella said with a naughty smile. From how her arm was moving, she must be rubbing Riz’s leg. Or maybe even his crotch based on that the big grin filling Riz’s face. And then the two were talking in rapid Spanish. In my few weeks living in LA I picked up a smattering of Spanish, but I could not begin to follow their conversation.

Duncan just set like a log next to me, staring down into his beer. “What’s the problem,” I purred. “You might feel better if you tell me about it.”

A look of self-loathing crossed his face. “Sure,” he bitterly snorted, his voice a little slurred with drink. “Why the fuck not.” He down the rest of his beer. “You heard about the whole SWAT scandal?”

I nodded my head. That is why Providence led me to you. Mark had foolishly made a bunch of highly skilled men his Thralls and didn’t bother to protect them. “There are subtle signs,” Ramiel told me in my dreams, “to tell if the Bond of Zimmah chains a Thrall to the Warlock. The black aura will have the tiniest, barely perceptible, fringe of red about it. So minute, you have to know to look for it.” As far as I could tell, neither of these men were bound to Mark.

“Yeah, instead of arresting the people, the SWAT unit…eh…” I trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence without sounding insensitive.

“Fucked them,” Duncan finished, biting his words.

“Excuse me, Vato,” Riz said as Isabella scooted out of the booth. “You understand, right?”

“Yeah,” Duncan grunted, staring at his drink as Riz and Isabella disappeared out a back door into the alley behind the bar. A ragged sob suddenly escaped Duncan’s lips. “I don’t know what happened. We burst into this bedroom and this naked guy, Mark, falls on the floor and he just tells us to stop pointing our guns and help him up. And we did. And then…this red-head just grabs me and Driscoll and takes us inside and has us fuck her. She treated us like shit, insulted us, and we just took it. And now it’s all over the news and…” He took a swig of beer. “Kathanne kicked me out. I never cheated on her, before. I don’t know what happened.”

Poor bastard. Another Warlock’s victim. I reached out and rubbed his leg and kissed him on the cheek. “You poor guy,” I murmured. “Let me take some of that hurt away.” I slid my hand up his jeans to his crotch, feeling his cock grow beneath my touch.

“Wh-what are you doing?” he suddenly protested. “I…”

I cut him off with a kiss as my fingers slid his zipper down, his mouth sour with beer. He was hard, despite his protests, and I stroked him to his full girth. His cock was warm and trembled with his heart beat against my palm. He was uncircumcised, and I could feel the head of his cock slide in and out of his foreskin, popping out like a cute little snake.

“Shh, don’t fight, Duncan,” I whispered as I lowered my head down to his crotch, disappearing beneath the booth’s table.

He moaned as my tongue licked around the head of his cock, salty with his pre-cum. I played with the tip, tracing about the edge of the gland, then sliding up and licking through his urethra, collecting a fresh drop of pre-cum. I slid a hand down between my legs and up into my cunt, getting my fingers sticky with my pussy juices so I would be ready to draw the Mark of Qayin on his forehead.

His hand caressed my head, fingers pulling through my brown hair. “Oh fuck,” he moaned. “Sorry, Kathy.”

I cupped his balls as I swallowed his cock, sucking softly and playing with the sensitive head with my tongue. Then I slid down, slowly, until he brushed the back of my throat. I sealed my lips tight about his shaft as I rose up, sucking harder and Duncan moaned in appreciation. Up and down, my mouth filled with his cock.

“Jesus,” he moaned. “Fuck, you’re good. Christ, I don’t even know your name.”

I popped his cock out of my mouth. “Theodora,” I panted, sucking in air, and then I was back on his cock, bobbing my head faster and faster as I played with his balls.

He nuts were round and I gently squeezed them, trying to massage his cum out of his balls. He was getting closer and closer to cumming. I could feel the tension in his body grow and grow as he neared that explosive release and I tensed, ready to spring the moment his cum poured into my mouth. Up and down, I bobbed, swirling my tongue and sucking, feeling his cock tremble in my mouth, the spongy head brushing the roof of my mouth.

Duncan was a gentleman and warned me. “I’m gonna cum, Theodora,” he panted.

The first splash of cum was warm and salty in my lips. I released his cock as the second blast just flew up in air and landed on my blouse, a line of sticky fluids staining my clothing. I was drawing the Mark of Qayin on his forhead as his third blast flew up and splashed on his flannel shirt and I muttered, “Shama.” The Mark of Qayin blazed white and Duncan went blank as the prayer took effect.

Isabella should have had no problem enchanting Riz and I began to tell Duncan the plan. He nodded his head as he absorbed my orders. Worry gnawed at my stomach. Was this really necessary. These men were SWAT officers, highly trained at what they do. People were going to get hurt. People I was supposed to protect. I always thought the Order of Mary Magdalene existed to help people.

“The Greater Good,” Ramiel’s voice whispered back to me. “Not even the Promise Land was taken without bloodshed.”

The Greater Good. It was all for the Greater Good, I told myself. But another voice whispered from deep inside me, the road to Hell is paved in good intentions. I shivered. I just needed to have faith in Providence.

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“You taxi is here, Monsieur Fitzsimmons,” the Concierge of the Chambres D’Hôtes L’Escalette, the hotel I was staying at in Toulouse. I was impatient to get to the Motherhouse and get my hands on the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. I needed the book to defeat Mark and rescue my wife from his clutches.

It had been a long flight when I landed Toulouse with a five hour layover in London, I had been traveling for nearly seventeen hours and I was exhausted. When I check into the hotel I crashed, and just woke up twenty minutes ago, noon, local time. Which was four AM, Friday morning, back in Washington State.

“Merci,” I nodded to the Concierge and slipped him a five euro.

He held the door open for me and I stepped into the white taxi. It was a small, European car, one of those tiny vehicles designed for the narrow, medieval streets that crowded European cities and towns. It was a little more than an hours drive to Rennes-le-Château, a quaint village built upon a hilltop, connected by a winding road and the driver, a dusky North African, talked in Arabic on his bluetooth the entire drive.

Finally, we reached the Motherhouse. The building was located behind the Church of Mary Magdalene, an old, stone edifice that was partially overgrown with green vines. The front door was a large, made of wood and bound in iron. On the door frame hung a plaque written in French, English, Spanish, and German described the history of the building. Another sign, handwritten in French, was taped to the front of the door. My French was very rusty, but it seemed to be the phone number of the caretaker who was out.

Sighing in frustration, I pulled out my phone and dialed the number. “Bonjour, Maryam à l’appareil. Je vous écoute,” a woman answered in rapid French.

“Do you speak English?” I asked, hopefully. My high school French was far to rusty to converse with someone.

“Yes, I am Maryam,” the woman answered in a heavy accent.

“Hi, I’m Brandon Fitzsimmons and I was hoping I could meet with someone at the Motherhouse. There is a book in your collection that I’m just dying to examine.”

The voice on the other end thought for a moment. “Very well, Monsieur Fitzsimmons. Tomorrow at, say, 4 o’clock.”

“It’s very important, can we possibly meet sooner?” I asked.

“No, no. I am not in Rennes-le-Château,” she answered, in the background I heard something in French being broadcast. I frowned, it sounded like an airport announcement. “Saturday, 4 o’clock is the earliest I can meet.”

I sighed, another hours drive to Toulouse and then an hours drive back here tomorrow. “Very well. Thank you for your time, miss.”

“Until Saturday, then. Au revoir.” The line went dead.

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“The captain has put on the fasten seatbelt sign,” the flight attendant announced in her British accent.

I was on British Airways flight 3471 descending into Toulouse Blagnac Airport in France on the hunt for Brandon Fitzsimmons.

Thirteen hours ago I took off at SeaTac and I was exhausted. But I couldn’t sleep. Every time I tried, Mark Glassner’s words came back to me. “Doug, Brandon’s headed for Rennes-le-Château, the Motherhouse of an order of nuns. The Order of Mary Magdalena. You must stop him from getting a book, the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. Do whatever it takes to stop him.”

Do whatever it takes to stop him. What did Mark mean. Did he want me to steal the book before Brandon could get it, delay him, stop him? Or did he want me to kill him? Could I kill him? I was a P.I. not a hitman. But the more I poured over Mark’s words, the more I came to believe I had to kill him. It’s clearly what Mark wanted. Do whatever it takes to stop him. What else could that mean? I had watched enough spy movies to understand what was implied. I was scared. I had never killed anyone. Twelve years as a cop and I never fired my gun in the line of duty. But Mark needed it done, and I would make sure it happened.

Fuck, I was so tired when I got off the plane, I could barely fill out the declaration card as I waited to clear customs. And then I stumbled out of customs as a somnambulist creature, barely capable of rational thought. I needed some coffee, badly as I reached baggage claim. I almost walked off with someone else’s suitcase, luckily the owner stopped me. “Too many people with black suitcases these days,” I grumbled as way of an apology.

My suitcase in hand, or I thought it was mine, anyways, I stumbled out to the cab stand. Just my luck, there were no cabs. It was the middle of the afternoon, you’d think there would be one cab. A phone rang and I glanced over to see a beautiful young woman, olive skin and long, black hair. She spoke rapidly in French and then switched to heavily accented English. “Yes, I am Maryam.”

As tired as I was, I found myself drinking in the beauty of the young woman. The woman was listening to whomever she was speaking with and then paused and gave me a considering look. I almost wondered why she was staring, but I was too tired. “Very well, Monsieur Fitzsimmons. Tomorrow at, say, 4 o’clock.”

I blinked, did she say Fitzsimmons? What a small world. I was here to kill a Brandon Fitzsimmons.

“No, no. I am not in …” the woman’s words were drowned out by an announcement over the airport’s speakers in french. “…is the earliest I can meet,” she finished. Pausing to listen and then, “Until tomorrow, then. Au revoir.” She hung up the phone and slipped it into her pocket, muttering something in French.

A taxi pulled up, finally. I wanted to take it, but some weird sense of male chauvinism rose up inside me and I offered to let the lady take this cab. What the hell, she was pretty. And I’m sure another cab would pull up soon.

“Merci,” she replied and then asked, “maybe we can share, no?”

“Sure,” I said with a shrug.

“I am called Maryam,” she said with a smile, holding out her slim hand.

“Eh, Doug Allard,” I answered, clasping her warm hand and shaking briefly.

“American, no?” and I nodded. “How nice, I’ve always had a soft spot for you Americans.”

She slid into the cab and I followed her. “I always thought the French hated us.”

“Oh, some do,” Maryam laughed. “They are just jealous. Where are you heading, Doug.”

“Eh, Rennes-le-Château,” I answered. “Any hotel there will do.”

She smiled. “What a coincidence. I live in Rennes-le-Château.” When she said the name, it sound so musical and beautiful, not like my mangled pronunciation.

I fell asleep almost immediately and when I woke up the car was winding its way up a hill to a village perched at the crest. I sat up, rubbing my eyes as the cab weaved its way through the narrow streets past ancient stone buildings to the front of a large stone structure.

“Is this a hotel?” I asked, frowning.

“No,” Maryam replied, sliding out. “It is where I live. Come inside, I have a spare room you can use.”

Fuck, I was too tired to argue and she seemed harmless. I mean, I easily weighed twice as much as her. The door was wood, bound with iron and there was a several signs that I was too tired to read. Maryam produced a cast iron skeleton key and unlocked the door and led me inside. She led me through the foyer into a short hallway lined with narrow doors. She opened one, revealing a tiny room, little more than a square with a cot.

I turned to thank her and blinked in shock. Was I dreaming? I pinched my arm. No, that hurt.

Maryam was naked, her lithe, dusky body gorgeous. Her breasts perky with youth, topped with dark nipples. A mat of thick pubic hair covered her pussy and the smile on her face was both virginal and predatory. My cock hardened in my pants as I drank in her beauty. She walked towards me, her breasts swaying and pressed up against me, her lips hot and wet on mine.

My wife’s face floated up in my mind and I pulled away from the kiss. “Maryam what are you doing?”

Her hand slid into my pants and found my hard cock, stroking it in her hands and suddenly it didn’t matter that I was married. Tina would never know. She was all the way back in Tacoma. How would she know what I did in France. Maryam pushed me back and I sat down on the bed. She bent down, pulled off my jeans and then my boxers, exposing my hard cock.

“So nice,” she whispered.

She slid her finger down her taut body, through the forest of pubic hair and then slid them up inside her pussy. When she pulled them out they were sticky with her juices. She straddled my waist and rubbed her fingers on my forehead, then down the side of my face and to my mouth. She tasted of honey.

Maryam rose up, her hand on my cock and guided my shaft to her pussy. She was wet and felt like silk as her cunt sank down onto my cock. I groaned in pleasure, after two kids, Tina wasn’t this tight. I sank back onto the bed and watched this gorgeous angel ride slowly up and down on my cock, her round breasts heaving as she fucked me. I reached up, sliding my hand up her smooth side to cup the soft orb. I squeezed it, delighting in the spongy feel and then I ran my fingers across her hard nipple.

“Umm, you feel so hard inside me,” she purred as she rode me.

I groaned, her cunt was so tight. God, I hadn’t had a cunt this tight since I was in college. Nothing felt better than the tight cunt of a teenager on your dick. Her pussy gripped my cock like a tight glove, rubbing silkily up and down as she fucked me. My balls were boiling, the pressure growing inside me. Growing larger and stronger.

“I’m gonna cum!” I moaned. “Let me pull out!”

“No, cum in me,” she gasped. “Let me feel your lust shoot inside me! Oh, yes!”

She spasmed on me, her cunt deliciously contracting about my cock. I was thrusting my hips up into her, the sensation on my cock was getting to much to handle. My balls couldn’t take it anymore and my cum exploded out through my dick and up into her wet cunt.

“Shalak!” she screamed and I feel something inside me snap, a chain about my soul, binding my will to another. I felt freedom, and tears brimmed in my eyes as my soul sang in joy.

“Wh-what just happened?” I stammered as she slid off me.

Maryam was suddenly shy, covering her body with the blanket. “You were a Thrall, Doug,” she answered. “I have freed you from the Warlock’s power.”

And then she explained it all to me. Nuns, Warlocks, summoning demons. Everything I saw watching Mark Glassner, how everyone around him behaves. How I so easily agreed to do whatever he told me, including killing a man. It all finally made sense. Mark Glassner sold his soul for power and made me his pawn.

“God has a purpose for you, Doug,” Maryam said as I wept before her.

I could feel it in my soul. I had been touched by God when she freed me. “What?” I asked. It didn’t matter what the purpose was. When God calls, how can you say no.

The door opened and a young woman entered, maybe eighteen, her hair a black as night, falling about her naked body. Her skin was pale white, her breasts large and topped with dark nipples. Her pussy was shaved bare, her labia swollen with desire and juices leaked down her leg.

“This is Sister Frances Joan and she has a Gift for you, Doug,” Maryam said as the beautiful woman walked towards me. My cock hardened.

Sister Frances sat down on the bed next to me, her lips tasted sweet as she kissed me. Her hand reached down and stroked my hardening cock. Her fingers were silk as she rubbed my cock to life. I touched her breast, gently, reverently. Giving her firm orbs the tiniest of squeezes, sliding my palm up to rub on her hard nipple.

“Come, let me feel you in me,” Sister Frances moaned. “Let us join as one.”

She pulled me down into her embrace, her body warm and lithe beneath me. She guided my cock to the wet entrance of her pussy. We moaned together as I slid into her inviting, tight depth. Her lips played with my ear as her legs wrapped around my hips, pulling me tightly into her.

“You have such a nice cock,” she whispered.

I fucked her slowly, staring into her deep, brown eyes. No, I didn’t fuck her, I made love to her. It was like our wedding night and I was making love to my bride for the first time. Our hips were moving in unison, our lips kissing each other, murmuring our pleasure into the other’s ears. Our hands roamed each other’s bodies. I felt her slim thighs, her tight ass, her smooth side and her full breasts. Her hands roamed across my chest, playing with my chest hair, rubbing my back, and squeezed my ass, urging me to go faster and faster.

“Yes, harder,” she moaned. “Faster! Let me feel your passion!”

I could feel our passion building and building as my cock rubbed against her cunt. Every stroke was building both of our orgasms. In and out, rubbing deliciously against each other. I found her hard nipple with one hand, rolling it between my fingers. My strokes were fast now, I was pounding her pussy. Her moans of passion filled my ears as we both approached the precipice. I could feel the cum boiling over in my balls and shuddered as I orgasmed inside this beautiful creature. Her body shuddered beneath me, her cunt clenching at my cock, milking my cum out of my balls.

She gasped a single word.

“Zebed!”

Her Gift flowed into me. From deep within her womb, through her tight pussy, and into my cock. A golden power that suffused every fiber of my being, body and soul, transforming me. I was baptized in the ecstasy of light and reborn as a new man.

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“Gabriel,” I greet the Archangel.

“Dominion Ramiel,” he responded, his voice a mighty choir. “I sense your doubts, brother.”

“I have followed the threads, the longer we wait the stronger the Warlocks become,” I answered. “Theodora and her sisters have three soldiers and surprise on their side. They have seventy percent chance of slaying the Warlocks.”

“With two of our Priestesses dead,” Gabriel pointed out. “Our Priestesses are two few to spend so recklessly.”

“By the time they have recruited the twelve soldiers, the Warlocks will have tripled their guard,” I fumed with righteous anger. “Let us strike know before the odds are even worst. After Monday, even with twelve, there will only be a twenty-seven percent chance of slaying the Warlocks. And still two of our Priestesses will die.”

“The soldiers are only a last resort.”

Curiosity drowned out my anger. “What have you seen in the future that I have not, Gabriel?”

“Observe,” Gabriel stated and drew up the threads of mankind drawing me to a silver thread. “This thread belongs to Alice Perry.” He lead me into the past, six mortal years. Alice’s silver thread brushed the red thread of the Warlock Mary Sullivan. “Alice develops an infatuation with Mary at the age of seventeen,” Gabriel informed. “But, slowly it is forgotten as she goes off to college.” The silver thread spiraled about the red thread, slowly drifting farther apart as the years went on.

I followed the silver thread through the years as it drifted farther from Mary’s, became entwined with another silver thread and then knotted as Alice married a man six months ago. But Alice and her husband’s thread drifted apart and then were separated as Alice’s thread became deeply entwined for a few weeks about another man’s.

“Adultery,” Gabriel said with disgust. “The marriage was broken beyond repair, though the husband knows it not.”

Alice’s thread brushed once more with Mary’s, and started circling the Warlock’s thread. “Here, the infatuation was rekindled,” Gabriel explained. “This was almost two weeks ago, on the very day Sister Louise made her disastrous attempt to exorcise Mark.” Alice’s thread was spiraling closer and closer to Mary’s. Gabriel pointed to Alice’s thread two day’s ago. It was Tuesday morning and Alice’s thread was trying to work its way between Mary and Mark’s thread. The two Warlock threads were bound as tightly as any lovers Ramiel had ever observed.

“A declaration of love?” I asked, staring at the pattern. Love, emotions, were not my skill at reading the threads. My expertise lay in conflict.

“Yes,” Gabriel nodded. “Alice Perry declared her love to Mary and it was ignored. Mary was too preoccupied with her problems that she didn’t even hear what Alice told her. Mark was under the effects of the Bond of Avvah. Alice has declared her love and it was not reciprocated. Unrequited love is a very powerful emotion.”

I followed Alice’s thread, in the future she once more tries to get between Mark and Mary. Next Wednesday afternoon.

“Do you see the opportunity the Bond of Avvah has created?” Gabriel asked.

I frowned, shaking my head.

“Alice never would have made her confession to Mary without it,” Gabriel explained. “Alice was too afraid of losing Mary. Alice believed it was inevitable that Mark and Mary’s relationship would break up. So she waited, biding her time for the moment when it seemed Mary would leave Mark, and then she would act. Now that she made her declaration, it is all Alice can think of. On Wednesday afternoon, in the room of the Blue Spruce motel, Alice will try once more to have Mary all to herself. When Mary rejects her love, she will be vulnerable.”

“The Prayer of Qannow?” I asked in shock. “That Prayer is very dangerous.”

“Watch what happens when Theodora exploits this opportunity,” Gabriel stated and drew Theodora’s golden thread until it touched April’s. I watched in amazement, as I followed Alice’s thread into the most probable future, studying the variable and calculating the percentage of success.

“Ninety-nine percent chance of the Warlock Mark’s death,” I said in awe.

“Yes, and Mary’s as well,” Gabriel pointed out. “The foolish mortal tied her life to Mark’s when she made her Pact. When Mark dies, so shall Mary and two less Warlocks shall plague the world.”

“So the Bond of Avvah was meant to fail?” I asked in astonishment. “It was all a set up to create this one opportunity?”

“There was good odds of the Bond working,” Gabriel answered. “But it also created this opportunity.”

“Then why gather the soldiers at all?” I asked in confusion. “Ninety-nine percent. Only the Creator can predict the future with more accuracy.”

“Because, Mark Glassner must die or be exorcised,” Gabriel stated. “If Alice fails, then it will fall to Theodora and her sisters. And as you said, the odds are slim and we shall never again have the power to challenge Mark with our diminished resources.”

Gabriel showed me the future and he was right. “The Lord shelter us with his mercy,” I whispered. The Warlock Mark Glassner must be stopped. “Is that why you dispatched two more Priestesses? You told me that only Theodora was available? What changed?”

“Only when Mary used her last boon was this pattern set,” Gabriel admitted. “Our brother, Lucifer, is setting brush fires across the world, trying to distract us from Mark. I could not move Isabella or Agnes until I was sure they were needed.”

“What do we do if it fails, Gabriel?” I asked.

“Nothing,” Gabriel answered sadly. “We will have lost, Ramiel. But Maryam will see that the fire of hope keeps burning in the Wilderness.”

To be continued…

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Frank tests a new delivery method for the bimbo serum–a pussy suppository!

BimboTech
Chapter Seven: Bimbo Pussy Suppository
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Delilah Murphy, Senator of the Great State of Indiana

I shivered when I walked out of the nasty, disgusting trailer with Natasha. The implications of what I had just done struck me. I had bought a human being. I paid $10,000 up front with the promise of another $10,000 for the busty, brunette bimbo beside me, a huge, ecstatic grin on her face.

“I’m a lesbian now!” she shouted out to the trailer park. It was a rundown, white-trash neighborhood, two streets of overgrown lawn, rusting cars, and filthy gutters. It matched Natasha’s pig of a husband who had agreed to sell her to me. The bastard had her tied to a bed, a vibrator shoved into her pussy, because he couldn’t control her new, sexual appetites.

Asshole.

But I knew Natasha would be happy with me. I would take care of her, treat her right, love her. My pussy clenched as I stared at her big tits bouncing beneath the tight shirt she wore. It was one of her old ones from before her change. Her breasts had grown so big that, despite how skinny she was now compared to before she became a bimbo, the fabric stretched tight to those bouncing melons.

God, I would love her so much.

The bimbo serum was amazing. I couldn’t wait to have an entire harem of busty women like Natasha to love. I would stash them in my own secret love nest. No one could ever know. I was taking such a risk. I was the Senator for Indiana, and while my supporters were liberal, they weren’t liberal enough to vote for a lesbian. So I had the husband, the two children, the house, and the white-picket fence to fool them all for power.

And I wanted more power. This bimbo serum was power. But it had to be controlled by the right party. And right now, it wasn’t. Frank Jackman, the new CEO of BT Chemicals, had invented this serum with his wife, who was now a dumb bimbo. A man like that, who would turn his own wife into one of these airheads as well as a random woman who worked at a supermarket, could not be trusted.

He would abuse it. Make women slaves to pigs like Natasha’s husband.

Magnolia Savage, CEO of Femme Allure, a makeup company, had brought to my attention the bimbo serum’s existence. She wanted it for her own company to produce. She was a lesbian feminist, like me, and would make sure the product wasn’t abused.

Hopefully.

Rumor had it, Director Steffen, heading the FDA’s Center for Food Safety and Applied Nutrition, was in Indiana last night attending a party Frank had thrown. I was certain that on Monday, the “Venus Serum,” as Frank called the product to hide what it really was, would be fast-tracked for FDA approval. In six months, it could be on the market. And women, eager to be beautiful, would buy it no matter the cost or the side-effect.

And that couldn’t happened. It couldn’t be sold so recklessly.

Natasha was part of how I would stop Frank. I would paint her as a victim. A normal woman, turned into a bimbo against her will, kicked out of her house by a husband that didn’t like her new-found ditziness and extreme sex drive. I would coach her, make her say the right things, and then have reporters friendly to feminism write hit pieces against Frank and BT Chemicals.

Just thinking about it made me so wet.

“I’m a lesbian,” Natasha said again, clinging to my arm. “This is my lesbian wife! She owns me!”

“Shush,” I told her, my insides going cold. I looked around the neighborhood. A few people were watching us. It wasn’t often that an expensive, black town car came into such a shithole. No, it never happened. “You can’t tell people that. It’s our secret. We’re secret lesbians. Now isn’t that a fun game?”

“Oh, wow,” she said, her nipples poking at the front of her t-shirt. Her hips, clad in baggy sweatpants that kept slipping off her waist, wiggled.

They fell down, exposing her shaved pussy before I hauled them back up.

“That does sound fun,” then, in an exaggerated whisper, she added, “My lesbian wife.”

“You like calling me that, huh?” I asked.

“Yeppers”, she nodded.

I hurried her to the town car where my driver and assistant, George, waited. He was a man I could trust. And not just because he was gay. I paid him well, treated him right, and ensured he would have no reason to betray my secrets.

“You are being reckless, Delilah,” he said as I pushed Natasha into the car.

“I am,” I shivered. “But you see what the bimbo serum is capable of.”

“And you’re risking your political career. If someone is filming us right now on a cell phone…”

I shivered and then ducked into the car. “It had to be taken. Frank can’t be allowed to bring this serum to market.”

He nodded and closed the door.

“I’m your lesbian wife!” Natasha beamed. She ripped off her shirt, those huge tits bouncing as she squirmed on the wide, leather seat. It was roomy in the back. My pussy clenched as I stared at her breasts.

God, I had such a weakness for big, soft breasts. And brunettes… Natasha was perfect.

“Yes, you’re my lesbian wife,” I told her. “You have to do what I say all the time. And if you do, I will give you such pleasure.”

“Yay,” she nodded, clapping her hands together. “A wife should always be obedient to her husband. Or wife!” She giggled. “Oh, it’s so strange being a lesbian.”

“You’ll adjust,” I told her. “First lesson, lesbians love eating their wives asses out.”

“Really?” Natasha blinked.

I turned and knelt on my hands and knees on the car seat, my face pressed against the tinted windows. I ignored the passing poverty as I wiggled my hips. “I’m a senator. You know what that is?”

“Someone who makes laws at the law factory,” she giggled.

I groaned at how stupid that sounded. “Yes, basically. And since I make laws, I’m telling you it is a law that you like licking my ass and will do it whenever I want.”

“Wow. And I have to be a good person and obey all the laws. So I must like licking your ass.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, my pussy clenching. My satin panties were soaked. “So get to it! Start licking my ass. I need it.”

“Is your pussy all itchy and scratchy and achy to be touched and licked and fucked?”

“God, yes!”

“Mine, too!” She moved behind me. “All the time. It just needs to be played with. Ooh, I love cumming. It’s so yummy and goody and warm! Like the best buttermilk biscuit ever.”

Her hands grabbed my skirt, pushing it up over my ass, exposing my panties. I groaned as her finger stroked the gusset, pressing the smooth cloth into my wet pussy. I shivered, pleasure racing through me.

“Oh, no, you stained your panties! I can’t wear panties any longer. I stain them with my naughty juices.”

“Better pull them off before they’re ruined,” I panted. “Then lick my ass.”

“Right, the law!”

She ripped my panties down my thighs, spread my butt-cheeks, and buried her face between them. Her tongue licked with aggressive, hungry passion. I groaned. I loved having my ass licked. It was the best. Tingles shivered through me, my pussy clenching, as her tongue rimmed my asshole, swirling, teasing, caressing.

My breath exploded out of me as her tongue probed into my asshole, teasing me. My eyes rolled into my head. She swirled her tongue around the insides of my bowels. My pussy clenched. My fingers clawed at the leather seat, nails rasping. I didn’t care if I broke one.

“Yes, yes, yes, that’s how you lick your wife’s ass,” I moaned. “Oh, yes. Rub my pussy while you do it!”

“Mmm, yes,” she moaned. “It’s so sour, but I have to like it. It’s the law. So I do!”

She jammed her tongue deep into my asshole with such enthusiasm. She swirled it around, teasing me. I squirmed then gasped. Her fingers pumped into my pussy. Two of them, reaming into my depths as she ate my ass.

Pleasure rippled through me, stirred by her plunging fingers and swirling tongue. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. I rocked on the seat. The sweet friction from her fingers reaming my pussy met the delight churned by her tongue probing my asshole.

Her fingers pumped faster and faster. She moaned, enjoying it. Whether Natasha really loved the flavor of my sour asshole or that she believed she loved it because of my “law” really didn’t matter. It just mattered that she devoured it. My pussy clenched on her fingers, the pleasure building and building.

“Yes, yes, yes, I love that,” I moaned. “Oh, you’re going to be the best lesbian wife ever.”

“Really,” she said, such hopeful joy in her eyes.

My heart raced faster and faster. “Really,” I answered. “The best.”

Her happy squeal followed by her lips latching onto my asshole and sucking sent a wave of heat through me. God, she was so sweet. I shivered, shuddered, aching for her wonderful touch. This bimbo was delightful. I felt so dizzy, so intoxicated. And not just from her fingers and tongue.

My asshole clenched on her probing tongue as I groaned. Was I falling in love with this delicious creature? She was so happy to please me, to love me. Taking such joy in our love-making. I shivered, wiggling my hips.

“Yes, yes, yes, I love you, my naughty lesbian wife! Love you!” I moaned, not sure if I meant those words.

But she loved hearing them.

“Delilah!” she gasped. “I love you, too. Pete never said he loved me. He just loved my body.”

“He was a pig. Now make me cum!”

“Yes,” she moaned, slipping a third finger into my pussy as she jammed her tongue into my asshole.

It was all too much. I groaned, shivering, my pussy clenching down on her thrusting fingers. I moaned out my bliss. My asshole spasmed on her tongue, my cunt writhing on her fingers. Her tongue and digits probed into my holes, swirling, caressing, the friction shooing through me.

Pleasure crashed inside of me. Great, wonderful waves surged through my body. The black-tinted window fogged before me as I moaned out my bliss. I humped back into her, my pussy and asshole greedy, drinking in all her sensations.

“You’re just wonderful. Oh, yes, Natasha, you’re making me cum! I love it! I love you!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped, frigging me. “Oh, I’m so happy. Isn’t cumming the best? All gooey and warm and yummy!”

“Buttermilk biscuits,” I moaned.

“Yes!” she moaned. “I need to cum, too!”

“Have you ever used a strap-on?”

“You mean dyke-cocks?” she asked. “That’s what Pete called them. He’d say: ‘Them dumb dykes say they don’t need men, but then why do they strap-on them dyke-cocks and fuck each other?’”

“God, he’s a jackass,” I moaned. “Down on the floor is a black bag. Put on the narrow, black one. Lube it with the bottle, and then fuck my ass. You’ll love it. The base pushes on your clit and makes you cum, too.”

“Yay,” she gasped. Then paused. “But husbands do the fucking. I’m your lesbian wife.”

“I’m not your husband,” I groaned. “I’m your wife. And when you have two women who are each other’s wives, they take turns doing the fucking.”

“Wow. I’m learning so much about being a dyke.” She clapped her hands together. “This is sooooo much fun. And your ass must be special-wecial like mine.”

“Sure,” I groaned, my pussy clenching, my asshole throbbing. I loved anal sex. It was the best. “Hurry and strap-on. I’m sooooo horny.”

“Yes, Delilah.”

She rummaged around back there. It took her a few minutes to figure out how to put on the strap-on. “No, honey,” I had to explain, “the dildo needs to be thrusting from your pussy not your ass. Like a man’s cock.”

“Right,” she had laughed and took it off.

Soon, she was harnessed in, the narrow, black dildo glistening with lube. She grabbed my butt-cheeks, parting them, exposing my tingling sphincter. I groaned as she brought the dildo to it, rubbing it on my puckered opening.

“Fuck me!” I moaned.

And she did.

Hard.

Natasha didn’t hesitate to thrust her hips with every ounce of strength she could. The dildo slid deep into my bowels. Hot friction burst through me. My head snapped up. I gasped in pure delight as my asshole clenched down on the lubed cock.

Then she pulled back and thrust in again, her large tits bouncing and slapping together. I threw a look over my shoulder, my eyes widening at the hot sight of those big, pillowy tits slapping and smacking together, jiggling, rippling. Her fat nipples waved. Her face contorted with pleasure.

“I’m fucking you,” she moaned. “I’m fucking you with my dyke-cock!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. “Oh, fuck my ass!”

“Your special-wecial ass,” she gasped, her eyes widening. “Oh, Delilah, it’s pressing on my little clitty. It’s making it all tingle and ache and it’s such a yummy sauce!”

“Good,” I panted, rotating my hips, savoring the hot friction burning in the depths of my bowels. “Just pound me. Don’t stop. Make us both cum!”

“Yay! Cumming!”

She gripped my hips, fingernails biting into my flesh. My asshole clenched down on her dick. My eyes rolled back into my head. My tits bounced in my bra and blouse. Her hard thrusts pressed my cheeks against the passenger window. I groaned, snorting.

“Soooo good. Keep fucking me. Oh, you naughty girl. Oh, yes. Fuck me! Pound me! Make me explode on your dyke cock.”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh, my clitty feels amazing. And my pussy all yummy! We’re going to cum!”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

The friction burned so hot. Pussy juices dripped down my thighs. Both my holes kept clenching, my asshole loving her enthusiastic thrusts. My eyes rolled back into my head. The pressure built and built, another wonderful orgasm about to scream through my body.

She was so enthusiastic. She so wanted to make us both cum. It was infective. I pushed back into her, wanting her to have as much pleasure as me. My heart raced as we shared this moment. I licked my lips, slamming back into her thrusts, grunting, groaning.

My body tensed. The pleasure swelled and swelled in me. My eyes rolled back into my head. I shivered, shuddered. My asshole clenched down so hard on the thrusting dildo. My flesh drank in the friction.

I came.

“Natasha!” I moaned.

“Are you cumming?” she asked, driving the dildo deep into my spasming bowels.

“I am! You made me cum! Love you!”

“Yay!” She kept thrusting. “Oh, I’m getting so close, too. I love the dyke-cock. So much fun to fuck you!”

“Good,” I groaned. “Keep fucking me. Cum with me!”

Pleasure boiled my mind. I shivered. Stars burst across my vision. Natasha gasped and moaned. Her voice grew throatier and throatier. Then she moaned out with me, joining me. I shivered, her hips burying the dildo into my asshole as she draped over me.

“Oh, Delilah,” she panted, hugging me. She nuzzled at my neck. “Oh, what a wonderful cum. Just the best.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Love you.” She nuzzled at my ear, licking. “I’m your secret lesbian wife. I love that.”

“Me, too,” I sighed.

These bimbos were incredible. I had to make sure they weren’t abused. I needed to meet Frank Jackman, size him up, and figure out just how much of a threat he would be. He stood to make billions. He would not give up the bimbo serum without a fight.

“George,” I said, glancing at my driver. He had been ignoring us so far, having no interest in two women writhing.

“Yes?”

“Send an invitation to Frank Jackman and his wife, invite him and as many guests as he wants to bring to the gala I’m holding.”

“I will,” he answered.

Natasha’s kisses on my neck sent shivers down to my pussy. “Good. Thank you, George.”

“Have fun with your new toy.”

I smiled. “I will.” I glanced over my shoulder at the flushed, happy face of Natasha. “I bet you would love to have your pussy licked!”

“Yes!” she gasped. “Oh, you would do that? Pete say it’s a nasty cunt that’s just disgusting. It’s only for cocks.”

“And he’s an asshole,” I growled. “Your cunt is beautiful. And I’m going to prove it by eating it.”

I licked my lips as she ripped the dildo out of my ass. I loved devouring pussy almost as much as I loved being fucked in the ass. My heart raced. I was also eager just to give this radiant creature love and pleasure.

She deserved it after what Frank and Pete had done to her.

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Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals

“So this will really turn us into skinny girls with big tits?” the blonde test subject asked, sitting in the back row. Her name was July, I believed. There were a dozen of them, volunteers from across the company and one from the FDA. It took me two days to prepare the suppositories, and Carter, head of R&D, had gathered the girls and had them all sign the NDA.

They were all single, no boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, or wives I had to worry about. They were all overweight or with unusual body shapes, none of them classically hot or even pretty. One woman had a large wart dominating her upper lip and a mustache that she must have fought hard to keep from being so obvious.

“You saw the video,” I said. “The results are dramatic. And you all have seen the changes to Veronica.”

The girls nodded. “She used to be a real cunt,” one in the back said. “And now she’s so sweet.”

“But she’s an idiot now,” a brunette said, her chin vanishing into the rolls of fat around her neck. “A complete airhead.”

“Price of being beautiful,” I told her. “The choice is really yours. Are you happy the way you are right now? With your life? What would you do to change your fortune. You’ll be hot, beautiful. Men will want you. Attractive men. Sexy men who have money.”

I could see it in their eyes, the shallow desire for wealth and good looks that drove so many humans. They salivated for it. Even knowing that they would end up as airheads, they craved to look like my wife. They stared at the before and after shot of Alice projected onto a screen behind me. The serum had transformed her. I had loved her when she was overweight.

But it was nice having her so beautiful and wanton. Even I was shallow. At least there was the intelligence serum so I could still have the part of my wife I truly loved. Right now, she was working on extending the intelligence serum to give her more than an hour of her normal thoughts.

“So, sign the papers,” I said, each woman glancing down. They each sat at a desk. It was like a classroom, one of the many clinical trial labs located in the bowels of BT Chemicals. “And we shall start the test.”

“And it really has to go in our vaginas?” the Hispanic girl from the FDA asked. Director Steffen had sent her to become his bimbo assistant. “I mean, Director Steffen didn’t mention that. He said I’d get an injection.”

“We have administered it as an injection in the past,” I told the women. “But that’s not good for a consumer product.”

“But isn’t a suppository supposed to go in the rectum?” Her forehead furrowed. Maria had a sallow-brown complexion, her body round like a ripe tomato. She had three separate chins, and they all wobbled as she stared at me. Even her dark-brown hair had a lank, dull sheen to it.

“Normally,” I nodded. “But seeing as the Venus Serum stimulates your feminine hormones, it works best when inserted vaginally. There are treatments that work this way.” I had no idea if there were. I was a chemist, not a doctor. “And it is perfectly safe. It is the same chemical as the injection. The suppository will dissolve in your pussy. We expect the changes to be slower through this method, but they will happen.”

She stared down at her form. “Director Steffen said I would get a promotion if I did this. He didn’t mention anything about the…side-effects.”

“He was supposed to,” I growled. I had talked to him on the phone just two days ago on Monday. Like he promised, the FDA gave approval to fast track the Venus Serum for market. “You have to sign willingly. No one’s making you do it.”

She bit her lip again. “And I really will be beautiful?”

I nodded my head.

She looked around at the other women all signing, their pens scratching as they initialed and scrawled their names, turning through the legal documents. There were florescent arrows stuck to the documents in each spot that required their attention.

She initialed twice, signed at the bottom, flipped the page.

“Excellent,” I said, Carter gathering up the papers. He was a docile man, dosed with a modified version of the bimbo serum that turned men into wimpy, obedient betas. Alice enjoyed that one, using it on all her boy toys. “Let’s get started. Maria and July, you first.”

“Me,” Maria asked, glancing at the form picked up by Carter.

“You can still back out,” I told her, heading to the door. July already followed. Her tights, stretched over fat thighs, whisked as she bustled to me, an eager smile on her plump face. I opened it, and July squeezed past. I stared at Maria. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. You didn’t sign a binding contract saying you had to take the treatment.”

She swallowed, took a deep breath, and nodded. She stood up, her chins wobbling, and hurried after us into the lab. In there were two simple hospital beds. I glanced at the computer monitors, making sure the cameras were up and running.

“Okay, ladies, strip naked,” I told them, pulling on a pair of rubber gloves. “Don’t be shy. Your bodies are about to be transformed. Once you’ve changed, you won’t care about a little nudity.”

“Naked, really?” Maria groaned, shivering.

“Do you want to be beautiful?” July asked, pulling off her hideous cat sweater. Her blonde hair bounced about her shoulders. “I do.” She wore a cream camisole beneath, fabric thin, her black bra bleeding through. Both came off. She did not have an attractive body. But everything would be different.

In moments, she was naked and sitting on the bed, shivering.

Maria sighed as I grabbed a tray and placed two plastic cups on it, each holding one of the suppositories. They were thick, twice the size of a lima bean, and an off-white color with specks of orange. A production code was stamped across the top of the suppository.

When I returned, Maria was also naked. “Okay, Ladies, bend over the beds so I can administer the treatment.”

“You are going to…put them in us?” Maria groaned. “Really? I can do it myself.”

“Are you going to bitch about everything?” July snapped, rolling off the bed and bending over it. “Shove it in, Dr. Jackman. I’m ready to be perfect!”

I pushed the pill into her hairy pussy. She was actually wet, excited for this. She groaned, wiggling her hips. I stepped back, watching her. She didn’t show any immediate signs anything was happening. Just as I suspected. It would take longer to reach saturation in her bloodstream and change her body.

But that was fine. So long as it changed her.

“So, Maria, you want this or not? It’s okay. This isn’t for everyone. Get dressed, and I’ll have Carter walk you out. And remember, you signed an NDA.”

She glanced at the door, bit her lip, then she stripped naked as fast as she could. It was like she didn’t want to think about what she was doing. The same logic behind ripping off a bandaid as fast as possible to get it over with. I moved to her, picking up the pill as she bent over her bed. She, too, had a hairy twat, her pussy hidden.

I brought the pill to her pussy, pushing it in. She was tight, her pussy hole narrow. My finger barely fit. I forced the pill in. Curious why she was so tight, I spread her pussy lips opened and… She had a ring of flesh around her pussy’s entrance. It was open in the center, thick enough for a tampon to penetrate. I blinked. She had a hymen. It had almost vanished, but there were still remnants of it.

A thick cock would rip it apart.

“You’re a virgin?” I asked Maria.

“Yes,” she groaned. “I’m just so fat, I never really cared about sex. No boys would like me.”

“Trust me, they will once we’re done. Director Steffen’s going to love you.”

She squirmed her fat ass. It jiggled.

I peeled off my gloves and waited. Both girls remained bent over, biting their lips. July let out a little whimper, then a wanton moan that tingled my dick. Her hips wiggled more and more. I glanced at Maria.

Juices matted her bush. She had been dry when I inserted the suppository.

“How do you feel, Maria?” I asked, glancing at my watch. It had already been five minutes.

“I’m feeling hot,” she purred. Her hair did not look so dull. “I…” A shiver ran through her. “Yes, I’m feeling hot. Definitely hot.”

“No wonder you had us take off our clothes, Dr. Jackman,” July said, her voice breathy. “Oh, my body is just burning. I would have stripped naked to get cool. Ooh, yes. Nekkid!”

“That’s the suppository working as intended,” I groaned, my dick throbbing.

“It’s making my pussy so wet and itchy,” moaned Maria. “Oh, wow, I feel so different.”

Her body rippled. It was happening. I groaned, pulling out my cock. I wanted to feel her pussy change first hand. I pressed up against her virgin twat and thrust. The remnants of her hymen tore with ease. I buried into her.

“Mr. Jackman!” she gasped, her pussy clenching down hard on my dick. “What are you…? Oh… Oh… Oh, wow… That’s nice!”

Her hips undulated. Her body rippled more and more. The fat melted off of her. Her skin tightened, waist shrinking. Her thighs grew slimmer, the folds around her stomach becoming taught skin. Her pussy grew tighter and tighter on my dick. The flesh inside rippled about my shaft. Her back arched while her shoulders narrowed.

She looked over her shoulder. The extra chins had vanished, the fat gone from her cheeks. Her lips grew plumper. The color of her skin went from a sallow brown to a rich, golden hue. Her ass grew curvy, like an heart, still plump and wide, but in a sexy, Latina fashion.

“Oh, wow, I feel so hot. And your cock feels so yummy in me, Dr. Jack.”

“Jackman,” I groaned.

“Look, July, I have the doctor’s dick in me! I’m not a virgin any longer.”

“Oh, wow,” July gasped, standing up. The fat blonde had transformed into a bombshell of big tits and hot curves. Her legs long. The thick bush vanished from her pussy, leaving her vulva bare and tight and glistening with her arousal. “And look at me. I have big, hot boobies!”

“Yes,” I groaned, drawing back my cock. The virgin bimbo’s tight pussy clenched down on it. “They are just scrumptious.”

Maria moaned, her body shuddering as I slammed into her once pure depths. My groin smacked into her ass. She jiggled and rippled. Her pussy clenched down even tighter on my dick as she let out a happy moan.

I drew back and her hips wiggled, stirring my cock through her hot depths. I thrust into the Latina beauty, smacking that ass again. It was so sexy watching her golden-brown cheeks ripple. My hands stroked her supple back.

“Oh, fuck me, Dr. Jack! Pound my pussy! Oh, this is the best. So much bester than masturbation. Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me! I have a doctor dick in me!”

“You do,” July moaned, racing over, holding her big tits. They overflowed her flesh, her nipples fat and pink. She would be perfect for Mark, one of my investors. He had asked for another bimbo to have as a wife. “And look at my boobies. Aren’t these the bestest boobies you ever seen, Maria?”

The blonde bimbo thrust her tits over the bed, bending over and pushing them into Maria’s face. “I’m not really a good judge on boobies.”

“But look at them.” July wiggled them in her hands, her nipples inches before Maria’s face. “Aren’t they the bestest, biggest, roundest boobies you ever seen?”

“They’re great,” I grunted, slamming into Maria, pleasure racing down my dick.

“Yes, they’re big boobies,” moaned Maria. “Oh, he’s fucking me so hard. This is the best. Amazing. I love being fucked. Oh, why didn’t I ever fuck anyone?”

“Now everyone will fuck you,” I grunted, my balls thwacking into her clit. She kept shuddering, her pussy clenching on my dick. The friction surged pleasure down to my balls.

“Mmm, such good boobies,” July said, pressing them into Maria’s face. “Feel how soft they are. How hard my nipples are.”

Maria let out a purr and latched onto a nipple. The Latina bimbo sucked hard, her head shaking, spilling gorgeous, dark-brown hair about her shoulders. It had a natural curl that her lank hair had lacked before. She sucked loudly, her hands grasping July’s pale tits.

I groaned at the sight. Bimbos were so amazing. My dick slammed over and over into Maria’s wet cunt. Her silky flesh caressed my dick. Pleasure shot through me. I grabbed her hips, grunting, her asscheeks rippling.

My balls boiling.

“Yes, yes, suck her nipple, you bimbo slut. You’re going to be Director Steffen’s slut from now on. It’s your new job. He’s going to fuck you all the time.”

Maria moaned about July’s nipple, sucking harder. Her pussy clenched on my dick. July giggled. “I think she likes it, Dr. Jackman. Oh, fuck her. Then fuck me! My pussy is so hot and wet and itchy and yummy.”

“Yes,” I grunted.

Pleasure raced down my dick. The crown ached in Maria’s depths. She was a bimbo now. She would crave dicks. And mine was the first one to ever penetrate her depths. My balls tightened. Every stroke brought me closer and closer to flooding the slut.

“Suck on my nipple,” July moaned. “Oh, I feel it down in my pussy. Oh, Dr. Jackman, oh, I’m so wet. Fuck her faster. I need your cock in my pussy. It’s so wet and horny and…and… I don’t know. So many words. Too many. Fuck me!”

“I will,” I grunted. “Once I dump my cum into Maria.”

Her lips popped off July’s breasts. “Yes, yes, yes, dump your cum in me. Fill me with all your hot, nasty cum. I need it, Dr. Frank. I need to be filled with it. So much naughty cum.” She giggled. “Cum. What a funny word.”

“Then why don’t you do it?” I groaned, my cock sliding through her tight depths. “Cum.”

Her brown eyes lit up. “Oh, that’s such a smarty idea! I…I… Yes!”

She came. Almost like me telling her to had triggered it. Her pussy writhed about my dick. The pleasure increased. I slammed my cock into her milking depths. I grunted as I drew back, her pussy sucking at my cock, begging for my cum.

My balls tightened. I slammed into her depths.

And creamed her.

“Fuck,” I grunted as my jizz fired out of my cock. “Take it. Take my cum!”

“I can feel it! Deep, deep inside me. Splashing in me. Oh, yes! He’s cumming in me! He’s making a baby in me!”

“Lucky,” gasped July. “I want a baby from Dr. Jackman. I want his cock in me spurting babies into my pussy.”

“Fuck,” I groaned, the pleasure boiling my mind. I shuddered as I fired off the last blast into her virgin, fertile depths. I groaned, my eyes squeezed shut as I held onto this pleasure as long as I could.

My back arched as I gripped her hips. Stars danced before me even though my eyes were closed. I drew back and shuddered as I slammed in again. I panted, the pleasure receding. I buzzed with bliss.

I just fucked a virgin bimbo.

“That was so amazing!” squealed Maria. “Oh, mother god! Oh, wow, that was wonderful. Did you see me? I fucked for the firstest time! And it was sooooo hot! Oh, he filled me with so much babies. I’m so preggers.”

“You’re not pregnant,” I groaned. “It doesn’t work like that. I just filled you with seed. It has to fertilize your egg.”

“I’m not preggers?” she asked as I pulled out of her.

“No,” I groaned. “You’re not.”

“Oh,” she sighed. “But it would be so hot.”

July nodded her head. Then she raced around the table, her big tits bouncing. “My turn, Dr. Frank. Pump all your babies into me.”

“It’s just cum,” I protested. “No babies.”

“Really?” she asked.

“You know what cum taste like, right?”

She nodded her head. “I used to hate it, but now I’m sure I’ll love how salty it tastes.” She stretched out on the exam table, her big tits forming lush mounds. She spread her legs, her pussy hairless and dripping. “Now pump me full of babies. I’m so hot down there! So itching. You fucked Maria. S’not fair if you don’t fuck me.”

I couldn’t argue with that logic. Bimbos were right some of the time.

“I’ll prove it’s only cum,” I groaned. “Maria, sit on her face. Then you lick my cum out of her pussy, July.”

“I get to ride her face?” Maria squealed. “Yay!”

“Yippee!” July added, licking her lips.

Maria bounded onto the bed with surprising dexterity, her large tits heaving. The Latina bimbo straddled July’s face, lowering her pussy to the blonde’s waiting lips. Maria gasped as July took her first lick, her pink tongue sliding through Maria’s shaved folds.

“See, that’s cum in there,” I said, climbing onto the exam table. It creaked and groaned. It wasn’t meant to hold three people having sex on it. “Can you taste it?”

“Well it is white and salty,” July said. “Are you sure it’s cum? I really like it. And her pussy… Oh, it’s so sweet.”

“I’m positive. Remember, I’m a doctor.”

“Yes, yes, Dr. Jack,” clapped Maria, squirming her pussy, grinding on July’s face. “Fuck her and make her preggers. And you, July, lick my pussy and eat all his cum out of me. Help get me preggers, too!”

I shook my head as I brought my cock to July’s pussy. It was too much effort to explain to Maria. And I would much rather expend that energy on fucking July’s pussy. I rubbed my cock on her wet folds. The blonde moaned, humping her hips, eager to be penetrated as she tongued Maria’s pussy.

Licking my cum out of the Hispanic bimbo’s cunt.

“Damn,” I groaned, my dick throbbing. A year ago, I never would have believed this was possible. And now it was a reality.

I thrust my hips. My cock slammed into the bimbo’s hot pussy. She squealed into Maria’s cunt, licking faster, harder. I groaned,watching her pink tongue flick through the folds as the Hispanic bimbo squirmed, cupping her big breasts.

July’s pussy tightened on my dick as I slammed in deep. I grunted with each thrust. My back arched. It was so hot being buried into her pussy. The pleasure rippled down my cock as I pumped away. I groaned and grunted, driving my dick so deep into her snatch. My back arched. My head snapped back.

“Yes, yes, yes,” moaned the bimbo. “Oh, you’re fucking your baby stick so deep into me. Make me preggers, Dr. Jackman.”

“Dr. Jack,” gasped Maria. “Get his name right, you naughty slut.”

I groaned, my dick throbbing, not caring what they called me. My balls smacked into July’s taint. I had a room full of volunteers to test. To fuck. This would be such a great day. New bimbos to break in and enjoy.

My balls boiled. July’s pussy was so tight and silky. It sucked at my cock as I drew back, eager for my cum. She moaned between her licks, shuddering as I fucked her hard. My hands stroked her legs as I leaned over and buried my face into Maria’s golden-brown boobs.

She hugged my head as I rubbed my cheeks between them. They were so soft and pillowy on my face. My dick throbbed in July’s depths. I groaned, thrusting harder and harder, forcing my cock deeper and deeper into her snatch.

“Yes, yes, suck on my boobies, Dr. Jack, and make July preggers, too!”

“Yes,” I groaned, squeezing both her big, soft tits as my lips kissed at the slopes. “Oh, fuck. Oh, yes!”

The bed rocked as I pounded the blonde bimbo. Her moans grew louder and louder as she devoured Maria. The Hispanic bimbo loved it. She squirmed and ground on July’s mouth. Her moans burst through the room. They echoed.

Then July squealed and came. Her pussy spasmed about my dick. She bucked hard. I lifted my face from Maria’s tits, my back arching. Hot, tight, enhanced cunt writhed and massaged my cock. My balls boiled. My hips thrust forward.

“Fuck!” I groaned and exploded into her tight pussy. The rapture shivered out of me. My eyes fluttered. “Jesus, bimbos are so much fun to fuck.”

“Make me preggers!” gasped July.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Maria gasped, clapping her hands together as she squirmed, cumming, too.

“I’m not making you pregnant,” I groaned. Were they on the pill? “Probably not.”

“Preggers!” giggled Maria.

“Let Director Steffen make you preggers,” I groaned, my pleasure peaking. My dick erupted the final time. “Fuck, he’s your new boss. Let him breed you.”

“Yay!” giggled Maria. “I work for him. Does that mean I fuck him?”

“Yep,” I panted, pulling my cock out of July’s pussy. My seed ran out, dribbling down to her ass. Maybe I should breed one of my bimbo wives. Janet or Donna…

“Do I work for Director…guy?” July asked, her lips smeared with pussy cream and cum.

“No, you’re married to Mark. He’s a great guy. He’s going to pick you up soon.”

“I’m married?” July blinked. “Wooooow. I had no idea.”

“Congratulations,” Maria said, then fell over the blonde bimbo and buried her face into messy pussy.

Congratulations, bimbo style.

I shivered. Carter stood in the room, quiet, submissive, not making a noise. He wasn’t even hard. “Send the next two in,” I grinned. “Let them see the results.”

The two bimbos were frantically eating each other’s pussy.

“Actually, sir, you and your wife, Alice, received an invitation to Senator Murphy’s fundraiser in Washington D.C. It’s in a few weeks. She is eager to talk to you. She thinks BT Chemicals will be vital for Indiana, and she wants to make sure we have everything we need.”

“Great,” I grinned. “Let’s get through the rest of the test subjects, then I’ll go tell Alice the good news.”

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

Magnolia Savage, President Femme Allure, Inc.

I pumped my hips, slamming the thick dildo into Annalee’s asshole. My bimbo sex slave moaned and gasped as she knelt on the floor of my office. Her head tossed back and forth. Her asscheeks rippled with every impact.

“Fuck me, Ms Savage,” she moaned. “Oh, yes. Fuck my naughty ass! I deserve it! Oh, yes! I’m such a horrible cunt! Yes, I am. But I want to be a goody tushy!”

“Goody two shoe,” I grunted. “Dumb bimbo.”

The door to my office opened. My assistant, Melissa, walked in, her red hair spilling about her shoulders. She didn’t bat an eye at the scene. She was used to my proclivities. I had used this strap-on on her more than once. She always loved it.

“Ms. Savage. A new text from our spy at BT Chemical. The pussy suppository test was a success.”
“Fuck!”

“Worse, it appears that Frank and Alice have been invited to Delilah’s fundraiser in a few weeks.”

My hips stopped fucking. “What? Why would she invite them?”

“The invitation said that BT Chemicals is an important business in Indiana, and she wants to make sure it succeeds.”

“That fucking bitch! She’s cutting me out!” I gave my secretary a look, an idea popping into my head. “I was invited to the gala?”

“Of course. It’s on your schedule.”

I ripped my dildo out of Annalee’s ass. “Slave, go into your corner and don’t listen to anything we talk about.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she said, crawling across the floor. She actually wouldn’t listen. Somehow, despite the fact she should hear what we say, she wouldn’t remember a word of it. That was how much she believed the corner dampened sound.

“We have plans to make,” I growled. Plans too delicate to let my bimbo slave overhear. Not that Annalee would betray me on purpose. But I couldn’t take any chances.

Not with something this illegal.

To be continued…

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A young woman is the only human left on our horny planet

Ariadne (or Ari for her friends) is a quite normal girl in a normal town. She is an eighteen year old girl and was about to start college. She lives in a medium-sized European town, with her little sister and her parents. She has nice red long hair. Her boobs and ass weren’t as big as her classmate’s and due to them making fun of it she had became quite shy over the years. All in all everything’s normal.
But that changed during summer holiday. She was at home during holidays. It didn’t bother her much that her family didn’t like travelling, now she could go to concerts with her friends. After one concert she arrived home late. Her parents already went to bed and because Ari was bored she decided to turn on the tv. What she saw first was the news. The anchor told her audience that something exciting was going to happen: the Lennon-McCartney comet would pass Earth at a short distance. It would be a spectacular sight that same night. Ari didn’t bother. All she knew is: she was tired as hell. So she decided to go to bed. After some minutes tossing she doze off to a good regular sleeping.
What happened the following hours will always be a mystery. If Ari would be awake that night and looked out of the window, she would notice a bright red flash of light that lit up the whole sky. It was just three seconds, but it changed the world forever. After that no car was heard parking. No tv could be heard in any living room. Overflying aircraft would never be seen again.
Ari woke up at 10 o’clock in the morning. She noticed the house was very silent. Too silent. When she went to the living room she didn’t see her parents. No note was left. Confused she decided to make breakfast. After eating she called her mom on her phone, but no-one answered. Now really worried she went out to the police station. During her walk she noticed that nobody seemed to be in town except her. The police station off course, was also empty. She started to wonder if she was the last girl on earth now.
When she was almost heard she heard a familiar noise: a dog barking. Inside a house she saw a big black Rottweiler. It was trapped in the house of his former owners and had no food and water. Ari thought it must been starving, so she ran around the house to see if she could get in somehow. All doors were locked so she picked up a brick and smashed it through the window. She went inside the house and the dog walked to her, happy to see someone again. Ari found its bowl and gave him some water. The dog gratefully drank it and while Ari sat on the bench wondering what to do next, the dog came up to her and gave her a thankful lick on her face. She thought ‘If he likes me now, he can keep me company so I’m not alone’ and took him home. As her now owner, she decided to name him Romulus.
That afternoon she and Romulus formed a bond while playing and walking through the deserted town. He was a playful dog, and very friendly and calm too. After that they ate their dinner. Ari was lucky, because the shops were still full so she could take all the food she needed to survive. She didn’t know where everyone else went to but she hoped everyone was ok. In the evening she and Romulus cuddled on the bench. What else could they do? When they both were getting tired Romulus lay down in the corner of the living room and fell asleep. Ari herself went up to her bedroom, took her clothes of and fell asleep too.
Again that night a second red flash could be seen, if there was somebody to see it. This one reshaped the earth. In five seconds, where once large acres were, were now forests. Overfished oceans were full of life again. New strange species were created, like God decided to run Genesis 2.0. And it changed Ari and Romulus too.
When Ari woke up she was a bit dizzy. She felt … different. Somehow she didn’t worry about her former family, instead she was eager to explore the earth now she was limited of her former boundaries: family, school, expectations… ‘How strange, ‘ she thought, the clothes she wore yesterday weren’t there anymore. Ow well, I just take a look in the closet then. But no clothes there either. Feeling a bit ashamed she went downstairs. There was no-one to look at her, so what the heck.
She immediately saw the interior of the room had changed. TV and radio, and all electronics, were gone. Romulus greeted her with a bark. Not feeling hungry at all, like she would never be again, she sat down on the bench in the living room. What would she dow now, in this strange world? Ari decided that she would do what she always wanted: to travel around the world! So she and Romulus left the house. Without packing (there was nothing to pack), nude, and just the two of them.
Ari noticed that the pavers in town were gone too. Now the streets were covered with soft grass, which she found very comfortable. Ari and Romulus decided to take a last walk around town before setting off to the big world.
After a while again a bark could be heard. A Labrador was walking the streets. It was a female, and Romulus noticed that too. He walked up to the female and smelled her ass. How lucky, she was in heat! Romulus became very excited and Ari could see the tip of his dick coming out of his sheath. She wasn’t grossed out by this, or shocked, no she found it quite … exciting. The female lab presented herself to Romulus and he put his paws around the lab. His now completely erect penis, which Ari could see measured 11 inches, quickly disappeared in the female. Romulus started to hammer her like a turbine. Ari started to feel a feeling in her belly … she started to feel horny! She was never into boys, or girls, but seeing this strange scene in front of her made her pussy very wet. She started to wonder how that big dick would feel inside of her, instead of that lab bitch.
She laid down in the grass and slowly started to finger herself, never losing sight of Romulus. He had already knotted the bitch and while Ari was masturbating she could see Romulus pull himself free from the female dog. Out of her pussy came his still erect penis, those astonishing 11 inches. And a lot of cum too! Seeing that drove Ari over the edge and she came very hard. The lab quickly run away, not in for another round.
A few minutes later Ari and Romulus went as well and set off to the forest near their hometown. Romulus noticed a strange smell. It was a bit like a bitch in heat, but there were no dogs around anymore. Thinking of the wonderful experience he just had, he started to get horny again. If he only knew where that smell came from! Ari noticed Romulus getting a bit frisky and stopped walking to see what was going on.
So she sat down near a tree and called Romulus over. Now she could see the pink tip of Romulus’ penis extending from his sheath again! She became wet again. Romulus noticed this too, the smell he hat noticed earlier was getting more intense and he now located the source: it was Ari her pussy juice. Was she a bitch too then, he wondered. That would mean he could fuck whenever he wanted!
Now even more horny he decided to check things out and to Ari’s surprise he dove his tongue straight into her pussy. She didn’t freak out, rather it felt to her like it was very normal. Romulus quickly lapped up her juices and found out she was as horny as he was. So he kept licking. It drove Ari wild!
“Oh Romulus good boy LICK MEEEEE!”
And boy he did. He licked her clit and deep in her pussy. Ari loved it. And in a sudden she gave a loud scream and came HARD. A powerful orgasm hit her. Her pussy went very wet again and Romulus licked those juices up as well, causing a second orgasm.
After she came again she rolled over and went down on her knees, ready to stand up and walk further. But while she came, Romulus didn’t and he desperately wanted to. So he put is front paws on Ari’s shoulders, and with that extra weight she had to go on all fours if she didn’t want to smack her face to the ground. This left her ass high up in the air.
Now Romulus had her where he wanted her. He positioned him behind her and with one mighty thrust he drove his dick right in Ari’s still wet pussy. It was heaven! For Ari this happened in less than ten seconds and while she still had to figure out what actually happened, all she knew is that a big dog dick was hammering her pussy and it felt very good. She felt Romulus hitting spots she didn’t even know they existed! Romulus thrusted as hard as he could because he wanted to breed Ari as good as he could do. He just loved the feeling of soft human flesh around his dick. Ari let out another scream and experienced her fourth orgasm that day.
Suddenly she felt something very big entering her pussy. She quickly realized it was Romulus’ knot. He started thrusting very fast, and then held still. Then Ari could feel gallons of dog cum invading her pussy. The thought alone made her cum again. After the last drip she and Romulus were locked for about twenty minutes and then Romulus could pull out. Also out came his own cum which left a cum pool under Ari.
Romulus started licking Ari cleand, lapping up a mixture of her and his juices. He did it so well that Ari didn’t even feel the need to clean up. Somehow she liked it, being literally a dirty girl. Exhausted by the fucking she hugged Romulus and they rested a bit.
The evening fell. Since Ari didn’t bring anything with her she decided to sleep on an open spot in the forest. She was still tired from fucking so she quickly fell asleep. In her sleep she spread her legs which would give any passengers a wonderful view of her pussy. They would see a tight pussy with a little red bush. And a very interested big black dog!
Romulus himself was very horny again but he understood Ari wasn’t available now. So he decided to take things in his own hands. He licked Ari’s pussy until he thought it was wet enough to fuck it again. His cock became hard and he stepped over Ari’s body with his front paws next to her breasts.
Now he moved into Ari’s body and started pumping in a calm rhythm. He just loved the feeling of pussy around his cock. He began to increase the rhythm and saw Ari’s small body shaking slightly now. He particularly noted her small breasts bouncing and that sight drove him crazy. He now knew what he wanted. When he fell his orgasm coming, he pulled out and pressed his penis between her breasts. A few strokes more and then he came all over her breats, stomach and pussy. He gently cleaned her body and satisfied, he dozed off to sleep.

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The Princess of Wales is kidnapped by African Freedom Fighters

No one noticed the unmarked Rolls-Royce leave the side entrance of Buckingham
Palace; it was an everyday event.

Behind the blacked out windows, the young, blonde Princess of Wales sat in
apparent serenity. It was the pose she wanted her driver and Scotland Yard guard
to see; any hint of nerves and they would have cancelled the trip. No chances
were being taken, not after what had happened eighteen months ago.

She wondered what they would think if they knew how her insides were churning;
how the anticipation was making her pussy bubble with sticky cream? What would
they say if they knew that their darling Princess; their media queen, was really
a cock-craving, cum-guzzling bitch with an definite passion for black cock and
rough sex?

Her watch said eleven-fifteen; another thirty minutes, she thought, then she
would be free; free from their watchful eyes, free from their protection, free
to indulge in her newly discovered passions and perversions.

Thank God for Mandy, she thought. What would I do without her? She checked her
watch again. Her Scotland Yard guard noted her impatience but paid it no mind;
security was his game and he was damn sure nothing like what had happened was
going to occur while he had the watch.

The Princess extracted a compact from her purse and checked her makeup. She saw
the brightness in her eyes, the suppressed lust, and she wondered if what Mandy
had arranged had been done so without arousing Scotland Yard’s curiosity? It had
to be, her demanding body screamed. It just had to be.

Mandy had received the call only an hour ago; the Princess would be pleased to
visit her college roommate; security would have searched the flat, and the
surrounding area and staked out the adjacent homes for any suspicious
characters. What they didn’t know is that Mandy was already aware that she was
going to have a visitor. Her ‘friends’ were in the attached building, and the
moment security walked out of the flat, they would casually walk across the
eight inch window ledge – four stories up – to Mandy’s flat and hide in the
closet. Later, after she departed, they would sneak back the same way. No one
would be the wiser.

The ‘arrangement’ consisted of two big, black American Marines, Mandy had said;
Embassy Guards. Hugely hung; one who had never touched a white woman before.
What would their reaction be to fucking the next Queen of England? Appreciation,
she hoped. She squeezed her thighs together as a secret shiver ran up her spine,
causing her juicy cunt to dribble. She took a deep breath, thankful that she’d
remembered to wear a Kotex pad. Her cunt got so sopping when she thought of big
cocks, she’d most definitely would stain her suit and the seat, too.

The big Rolls circled Picidilly Square, passing the cavernous underground garage
of St. Mark’s Hospital. The Princess stared at it as they passed. That’s where
it all happened, where it all began; the most terrifying, most thrilling
forty-eight hours of her life. Idly, she wondered how they had managed to cover
it up? After all, the kidnapping of the Princess of Wales was major headline
news, but not a word had been printed, and according to Scotland Yard, only a
small, select few actually knew what had happened. Of course it was all
deniable; the terrorists were all dead, killed by an action team from the SAS;
the Special Air Service.

Sadly, she remembered them; the terror they had provoked in her, and the
fantastic pleasures they had ultimately given her body with their giant African
cocks; huge and thick as a tree limb, the bulbous pink and purple heads dripping
with thick, rich, white cum-juice. She licked her lips and recalled their
blackness; remembering how the contrast of color; their black against her white,
had dazzled and turned her on so completely, so passionately, that nothing else
mattered except to have their massive pricks in every opening of her delicate
body.

Her stomach tightened and her eyes clamped shut as images of their long,
snake-like, pink tongues flashed in her mind; sliding deep in her pussy, down
her throat, up her ass.

She squirmed and squeezed the armrest with a power no-one would have believed
she possessed and re-crossed her shapely legs, pressing her thighs together,
cutting off the oozing flow of cunt-cream from her incredibly hot pussy.

What a terrible waste, she thought. Poor Jumo, and Mentu, and her sweet
surprise, Kunta. The magnificent Chaka. All dead. Their big, beautiful Kaffir
cocks lost to her forever. They were all gone, but they had forever changed her
life.

She rested her head and let her mind wander backwards in time. It had been a day
very much like today, she thought; spring-like, but still overcast; the sky
uncertain of its ultimate direction. Arrangements for her annual physical at St.
Mark’s had been made and she arrived promptly on time; a doctor – black – was
waiting to greet her. Her driver and guard were the first out of the car, and as
they opened her door, she watched in horror as the doctor pulled a gun and shot
both men. They were dead before they hit the ground.

Her mind registered that the gun was silent and she remembered screaming, or
trying to; she wasn’t sure, things became very jumbled then. Men in ski-masks
grabbed her and roughly pushed her back into the car. She was thrown down, her
face pressed hard to the floor; a gun to her head.

She remembered the terror that ran through her body; a cold, vileness that she
could smell and taste. She remembered her shame as her bladder threatened to
desert her.

Strong hands pinned her down and harsh garlic breath assailed her nose as a
voice from hell told her to keep quiet and be still. Or else! Her hands and feet
were tied painfully tight and she was gagged on an evil smelling piece of cloth.
Another covered her eyes, blacking out almost every trace of light.

The darkness intensified her terror as the car zig-zagged through the streets,
then up a ramp where it screeched to a halt. She didn’t know it at the time;
they had driven the car into a large lorry – a moving van – and calmly drove
away, eventually finding their way to a deserted warehouse on the London docks.

They handled her with disregard; half dragging, half carrying her up a flight of
metal stairs. She was pushed from behind and fell heavily on a smelly mattress,
the air rushing painfully from her lungs. Her wrists and ankles screamed as the
ropes cut into her soft skin. Thick fingers fumbled with her blindfold.

“Be careful what you see, Princess. We don’t want to have to kill you.” The
voice was deep, resonant, and the words made all the more chilling by casual
manner of delivery. She blinked her eyes, trying to adjust to the harsh light
that shined directly into her face. Four men surrounded her; big men. Black men.
She knew that from their bare hands and the slits in their ski-masks baring
their flat noses and big lips.

The biggest man, the one with the chilling voice, knelt beside her. His eyes
traveled the length of her body lingering on her exposed camisole – her jacket
had been pulled open – and the large expanse of uncovered thigh made visible by
her disheveled skirt. He was smiling. Slowly, he reached out and tugged her
skirt down below her stocking tops. Bile welled up in her throat and she felt
her body flush with shame and embarrassment as he touched her. Her mind reeled
at the indignities she would suffer at their hands, and in a fit of mental
defiance she vowed not to give them a instant of reaction. Whatever happened,
she would remain like stone; an unmoving, unfeeling, inert object. Do your
damndest, her mind screamed at them; you’d do better jerking off.

The big man seem to read her mind. “You will not be molested, Your highness. It
would be counter-productive to our goals,” he said quietly. “Your
accommodations,” he waved his hand around the loft, “may not be what you’re use
to but under the circumstances I’m sure you understand.

“Your release, I’m sure, will be swift and you will have the benefit of knowing
that this small detour will enrich the freedom fighters of our country.”

Her screams of rebuke were muffled by the gag in her mouth. Outraged, she
struggled against her binds, unaware that her thrashing about widened the gap of
her jacket and rode her skirt up over her nylon tops, baring naked flesh. This
time, the big man made no attempt to cover her up.

“Yes, I know,” he said, not unkindly, “It’s hell for the Princess Royal to be
treated thusly; a pawn in the game of international struggle, but so be it.
Please do try to make your time with us as tolerable as possible.”

He stood up and pulled her roughly to her feet. Her feet stumbled and he caught
her in his strong arms. Her body pressed tightly against his. Involuntarily, she
gasped and her eyes widened in amazement as his cock pushed hard against her
stomach. It was huge!

Looking deeply into her eyes he forced the crimson to her cheeks and this time
it had nothing to do with shame or embarrassment. Disconcerted, she turned away,
unable to look at his dark, passionate eyes.

“Take off the ropes,” he said to one of the others, “and then remove her
clothes.”

She screamed behind the gag and angrily threw her body at him; lashing out with
her foot. Nimbly, he stepped aside.

“I love a woman with spirit,” he said, “I do not relish this, but it’s a
necessary security measure. The Princess of Wales can not run away if she has no
clothes on, now, can she?”

Two men grabbed her, still kicking and screaming and pulled her away from their
leader. In her mind, that’s how she identified him – their Leader; a big,
powerfully built man, radiating a maleness that was almost tangible. He also has
a great big cock, a horrible little voice told her. She started to kick and
scream even more.

She watched him walk away, out the door, followed by another. His departure
increased the terror; she had somehow sensed that she was safe as long as he was
around, now she was faced with two strangers who didn’t appear to have the big
man’s intelligence, or his rough kindness. Maybe they have big cocks, too, the
horrible little voice said.

Each man had her by an arm. They were chuckling to each other, talking in a
strange foreign language that she couldn’t identify. Oh, God, she thought in
horror, they are going to strip me! Shutting her eyes tightly, she clamped her
thighs together as her skirt and petticoat fell to the ground.

“You have nice legs for a white girl,” she heard one of the men chuckle and the
flush on her body deepened.

“And from the looks of things she’s a real blonde, too,” the other said. Their
laughter made her body go rigid as she tried to shut out the sights and sounds
of her humiliation.

They untied her hands and pulled her jacket off; then the camisole. She was
naked from the waist up. Their foreign ribald commentary followed each item of
clothing to the floor, becoming louder as more of her body was exposed, whooping
when her perky tits were bared. The cold air immediately stiffened her big
nipples. Blushing fiercely, she stood there with her arms covering her panting
chest, with only a flimsy pair of panties, stockings and a garter belt left on
her body. She wished they weren’t so lacy, so sexy, so provocative.

The men were suddenly silent and then, without warning, they yanked her panties
to the ground. She was naked! Exposed! Defiled!

“Ho, Ho, look! A field of golden wheat covers her honey pot, my friend!”

“We should bake bread in her oven!”

The laughter made her tremble with humiliation. They were looking at her; she
knew that, examining every curve, visually exploring every secret nook and
cranny of her slender body. Roughly, her arms were pulled away and she was
completely exposed. Tears welled up in her eyes and she tried to force them
down; to be stoic, strong and unyielding. She failed and her sobs shook her
body, jiggling her tits for all to see.

“I take back what I said,” one of the men said, “you’re a beautiful woman, white
or not. And that blonde pussy of yours makes my cock jump, your Royal Highness,”
he said condescendingly.

Her eyes jumped wide in surprise and shock as his hands encircled her tits; his
big palms completely capturing them, the coarse exteriors raising her nipples to
steely hardness. He thrust his hips forward, pushing his thickening prick into
her stomach. She felt it hard against her flesh. A strange hot chill swept her
body; a perverse excitement, and as hard as she tried she couldn’t stop the hot
tremor that rippled through her shaking body.

The other man snarled something foreign at his companion. Then, still gagged,
she gasped and panted as they pulled her back to the worn mattress and tied her
wrists and ankles to the metal bedstead. They used soft, colored scarfs that
held but didn’t hurt her as much as the ropes. Then, they stood there staring,
devouring her spread-eagle form with their eyes. She knew it was a shameful,
provocative picture; red garter-belt, black hose and heels, her blonde cunt
gaping wide; like something out of a cheap girlie magazine.

Then, in humiliation, she realized she hadn’t even tried to fight them off; just
let them spread her out, obscenely, without raising a finger. She turned her
head away as the tears flowed anew.

She had been too preoccupied with the realization that her pussy was wet!

The men stood off aways, by a window, talking quietly between themselves and
glancing at her every now and then. To gloat, to ogle, or just keep an eye on
her; she wasn’t sure. She blinked the tears away and tried to control her
breathing, and force herself to think. She had been briefed by Scotland Yard on
terrorist tactics; the humiliation and degradation. They did these things to
break down the will to resist. Generally, they didn’t do bodily harm. If, she
thought, if she could just tough it out for a little while longer she would be
rescued and these black scum put behind bars. She was the Princess of Wales, the
next Queen of England! She would be saved!

Her rapid breathing abated and her mind skipped around. black scum? If they were
scum, she thought, why did my pussy get wet? Why did my body react so when I
felt the size of their cocks? She trembled when the horrible little voice
answered her.

She had come to the marriage bed a virgin, well, almost a virgin, if you count
sticky fingers and slender cucumbers; and while not unpleasant, sex with the
Prince of Wales had not been the earth shattering experience she had hoped it
would be. Nice, but far from the wild sex movies and pictures, and stories, she
and her college chums had seen and read about. And Mandy, with her thrilling
accounts of fucking and sucking anonymous black men with huge, massive cocks
pushing into her slender white body, had sown the seed of fantasy that now crept
into her mind.

She drifted for a moment and wondered what it would be like to fuck a hugely
hung black man. Nice white girls from good families didn’t have anything to do
with the black Kaffirs. It was unthinkable; yet the subtlety of color contrast
was seductive. The imaginary image of a fat cock formed behind her closed eyes.
It had the shape and size of the Leader’s. Automatically, she licked her lips
and felt the heat fill her loins. She trembled at the wild, sexiness of the
thought; the total forbidden, secret wonder of it.

And she sighed deeply.

The bed sagged beneath the weight of the man and her eyes leaped open, the
terror of reality instantly back at hand. She tried to wiggle away from him; the
one who had jammed his cock into her stomach and felt her up; the one who had
started these horrible thoughts running through her mind. No, she told herself,
the Leader did that. No, the little voice said, You started them.

He was still wearing his ski mask, but had taken off his shirt. His chest was
thick and muscular, and covered with course, crinkly, hair. He was smiling, but
it was an evil, leering smile; a smile of triumph.

She stared, wide-eyed, as his hand gently stoked her bare leg. His touch was
hot, but she shivered. Fear or anticipation?

“Comfortable, Your Highness?” he asked, his hand resting hotly just above her
knee, inches away from her exposed pussy. Growling through the gag, she tried to
squeeze her thighs together, petrified that he would see the moisture clinging
to her silky bush.

“Good! We want to make your stay with us a happy one.”

His hand traveled higher; his touch like fire, the arrogant smile more evident.
“My friend and I have had a long conversation on how to make you happy. We think
we have found a way.” He stuck his tongue out; long, thick, and sharply pointed,
and wiggled it obscenely at her. She screamed behind the gag and tugged
powerfully at her constraints; her body thrashing about, tits jiggling, hips
moving, paradoxically, in a wanton, arousing fashion.

“Yes, Princess, fight!” he laughed. “A woman of spirit is much valued in my
country, but don’t wear yourself out. My tongue will give you great pleasure,
but you don’t want to be too tired to enjoy it, now, do you?”

For a big man, he moved cat-like, positioning himself between her twisting legs,
his strong, rough hands clamping on her churning hips, pinning them to the
mattress. Her eyes bulged in horrid fascination as his tongue darted in and out
of his mouth like a cobra’s. It was the longest tongue she had ever seen.
Horrified, she watched his head dip between her thighs. A blinding flash of
vivid color exploded in her brain as his tongue shot deep into her open pussy
like a hot spear. Her head reared back, blonde hair flying, and her hips arched
up as an unexpected electric shock coursed, hotly, through her body. The binds
strained as she hurled herself against them.

Viper-like, his tongue turned and twisted deep inside her cunt, rasping against
the oily walls of her pussy, stoking the smoldering embers of fantasy into a
roaring fire. Her eyes rolled to the whites, and her fists and toes clenched as
he sucked on her clit. Bolts of terrible excitement flashed in her brain, sweat
broke out on her forehead, and huge goosebumps rose on her flesh. Her traitorous
body was reacting on its own, flooding her cunt with rich pussycream, sending
horrible spurts of blinding pleasure to her brain, raising her sensory system to
heights never before felt.

Tremors racked her body as his tongue flicked wildly in and out of her sopping
pussy; over her tortured clit, driving her wild with undeniable pleasures. Her
hips pushed hotly against his thrusting mouth. Through slited eyes she saw his
large black hands slither up, over her body, kneading the soft, yielding flesh
of her stomach, her asscheeks; cupping and squeezing her heaving tits, tweaking
the hard, round nipples; the rough touch of his forbidden color adding fuel to
the hot fires of hell that raged in her body.

Somewhere deep in the recesses of her feverish brain she saw herself and felt
the reactions of her body; the wondrous, forbidden pleasures were identifiable,
each with it’s own unique thrill. Never had she felt this way. Never had she
received such unbounded pleasure. Never had she found herself on the edge of a
terrifying abyss, wanting to leap into its beckoning darkness. She saw her own
lust, huge and untapped, still shackled, straining to be released. And she saw
their blackness, their forbidden color and her mind erupted with fascination,
passion, and lust.

A kaleidoscope of swirling colors flashed brilliantly behind her closed eyes.
Her brain threatened to explode as a huge surge of searing pleasure crashed over
her body, stunning her with its force and burning intensity. Her body arched
into a bow, hips churning and twisting franticly; her arms strained. Suddenly,
her left arm was free and she grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face
deep into her throbbing cunt, humping her hips against the rasp of his beard,
smearing his face with her flowing juices, straining to survive the mammoth
climax that shook her body with violent tremors.

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