Blog

Costumes can be loads of fun, and some are better than others. Written in a back and forth style I like writing in.

The orange and black striped tail brushed back and forth over my forehead, she couldn’t hold still as I racked my tongue over her tiny clit, over and over. Her small waist nesteled between my breasts, milk saturating my bra as she rubbed her hand back and forth across her moms clit, returning the plaeasure her mother gave her. She wasn’t tall enough to reach her mother’s pussy with her mouth from this position, yet.

“Really, this was all they had?” Amber asked.

“Yep, I just got there too late.” I lied. Amber wanted to be a tiger, and a tiger she would be for holloween. “This will look great.” I told her and that was no lie.

It was a tight micro dress in a tiger print, and it clung to her young body like it was poured on to her.

“I’ll get cold in this.” Amber suggested.

“These will help,” I told her pulling the tiger striped hose from a bag. “I’ll help you put them on.”

She sat between my legs on the chair, and I carefully pulled the shear hose on to her long, coltish legs, first the right, then the left. She stood, and I lifted the lycra dress, and finished pulling them up to her waist.

“There is a big hole in them.” she protested.

The hole was real, actually they were totally crotchless, almost nothing front to back between her legs to hide the pretty pink pussy from my view.

“That’s so you can go pee without taking them off.” the answer seemed to satisfy her.

“Mom, I’m going to pee.” she almost shouted.

“Just let it all go.” I told her, knowing the first orgasm of her young life was approching.

She started to moan and grunt, I don’t think she really knew what to do, her hips started to almost vibrate she shook so fast, I let them do the work and held my tounge steady on her clit, her long tail seemed to swish back and forth like it was alive.

Longer moans, getting longer…

“I can’t stop it mom, it’s going to come out.” she seemed so worried.

I broke from her cunt just long enough to tell her, “It’s OK baby, let it all out, mommy will take care of it.” I returned to her sweet pussy.

My reasurance was all it took, she pressed her cunt hard down on to my mouth, arching her back, she started to cum, I could feel the heat from her clit, her narrow hips vibrating again.

“I’m sorry Mom..” she screamed as she pushed hard one last time at me, and let out a long howl that would have made her tiger namesake proud. she bounced on my face more, and then calmed down.

“What about the tail?” she asked.

“In a minute, so impaitient.” I said. I pulled her shoes from a box, “What do you think of these?”

“Those are hot.” she said with a smile, “Really? for me?”

“For you, think you can walk in them?”

“No problem.” She put them on. 4 inch heel in a tiger print did look cool, it gave her calf the shape of a more adult leg, very sexy. She walked the room without a stumble.

“Well arn’t you the fast learner.” I commented

She blushed, “I’ve been practicing in yours for a while now, these are easy.”

She spent several minutes admiring her shoes, and I spent several minutes admiring her legs, they were nice. The heels gave them shape, the hose made them shine.

“It’s fine baby, you didn’t pee. sometimes it feels like that when you cum, sometimes you do pee a little, and that is nice to.” I said as I stared in to her virgin pussy, a string of fluid still connected us, I licked it off her lips. “Can you scoot down and lick me now, I’d like a cum too.”

She moved, but struggeled to get in the right position. “Hop off and come at it the other way, it’s easier.” and she moved as I held on to her tail, it pulled out, and I tossed it to the floor. She went around between my legs, I opened them wide for her, the garter belt stretching tight, pulling the stockings up to points in back. She slowly nestled her face in to my folds, licking her mom slowly at first, investigating my pussy for the first time. She would start low, putting her tiny tongue inside me, then drag it up to my clit, making me moan and shake.

“Is that good Mom?”

“Yes baby, just don’t stop.” I tilited my hips back somemore, giving her better access. I reached around my legs, and pulled my labia apart for her. Her next lick went deeper in to me, and her tongue hit my clit harder. “Oh fuck baby, don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop.” and she kept going.

She caught me staring at her, I didn’t care.

“Mom, why are you staring?”

“You look amazing.” And she did. That dress was so tight I could see both nipples poking through it, even her belly button showed slightly. Her ass was tight and hard, and moved in a way no 7 year old’s should be allowed to.

“I better go change too.”I said .

“What about my tail?”

“When I come back.” I told her.

My holloween costume was a red devil, but I needed a bit more ‘support’ than Amber. My breasts swelled from solid c’s to c+ or d- while nursing Amber’s little sister Maggie, she’s almost a year old now. Red satin bra and g-string panties, red garter and stockings, and some tall red pumps with a gold heel. I put a red dress over it, a few sizes too small, it was supposed to button up the front, I only did about three across my belly, leaving things exposed above and below. I looked good, and I looked amazing for a mom of 2.

I undid the front clasp on the bra, and my tits burst free. The inside of the bra soaked with my milk. I felt the heavy, full mounds on my chest, I could see milk drip from the nipples as I gently squeezed them, the nipples so sensitive, so wanting. I let out a loud moan as I pinched them in turn, milk sprayed in the air, falling back on my breasts, the warm fluid felt amazing.

“Amber, baby, I need you to do something to make mommy cum, ok baby?” I was pleading.

I could feel her nod, and a muffeled “umm huhh” came from between my legs, she was such a good girl not stopping.

“I need you to take a finger, and put it in mommy’s pussy.”

And she did, it felt good. She just put it in a first, then started moving it around a bit.

“Ok baby, now mommy needs you to put that finger in her ass, can you do that for mommy?” I was almost begging as I tilted my hip further back.

She didn’t respond, but that small digit pulled itself from my cunt, and plunged in my ass, and that was all I needed. As my hips shot up in to her face, I reached down and grabbed her hair, and held her on my pussy, practically pushing her in it again. She kept licking hard, I pulled her hair, keeping her locked on, and I screamed out, I wailed like a primal beast. Amber licked on like a trooper, she never stopped, my hips pounded her face, and she licked on. My pussy almost smothered her small face, and she licked on.

I returned to Amber, she seemed stuned at first.

“Wow Mom, you look…” she paused for a seconde looking for a word, “You look good.” not able to come up with anything better.

“You like it? I said, giving her a twirl, the dress spun out wide, showing further how little I had on underneth.

“It’s sexy, that’s for sure. Are you going to give out candy in that?” she asked with notable apprehension.

“Sure, I think people will like it, don’t you?”

“Some will.”She said grining. “Now, about my tail.”

I grabbed a bag, “One for you, and one for me, devil has to have a tail right?”

She looked in, pulled both out and handed the red one to me, thinner with a arrowhead point at the end. She looked at her’s and asked “How do I attach it?”

“Come here, I’ll show you, mine goes on the same way, do you want me to put mine on first?”

“Sure” Amber said.

What happened next was the make or brake moment for tonight, her willingness to do this would decide if I was to initiate her in to my world of incestious lesbianism, or not. I sat in the chair and put some astroglide next to me, the mushroom shaped end of the tail seemed obvious to me, but not to her yet. I lubed it up, smearing it all around to the base. I sat back, and spread my legs wide over the arms of the chair. There are better ways, but this was about the show. A dab of lube on my anus, rubbed around good, again, mostly for effect, and I brought the tail to it, Igently pushed and after a few ins and outs, it went in and my ass hole slamed shut on it. I closed my legs, sat up, and got up. I walked the room like it was a cat walk, showing her how it looked, as it swung side to side, each time causing interesting sensations.

“What do you think?”

As I eased up on her hair, her small, formerly innocent face pulled itself away from the womb that gave birth to her. She was glazed with secretions from me, a long string ran from her chin to my vagina, so I pulled her up to me, and licked it from her. I followed that with several more, cleaning her face like a mother cat might clean her cub, then I kissed her. We kissed some more. And more.

“That was great baby girl” I told her breaking the kiss and panting a little.

“Yea.” was all she said, breathless herself.

I was ready for a break, until I looked down. In pulling her up to me, our pussies were together. The sight of my daughters pussy pressed against mine, that had me ready again. I lifted a heavy breast up to her mouth, she hesatated.

“Please baby, they are so full, nurse like when you were a baby, please.” I tried to sound seductive, I don’t know if I succedded.

Then her lips covered my hard nipple, and she took a few tentitive sucks. Then a few more. I felt my milk let down, and it was flowing fast, she responded bby taking it all, and fast as she could. I reached around her ass, it was so tight and hard, and pulled her in to me, our pussies seemed to meld together, one glorious mass of sex flesh, wet, messy, they smelled like ambrosia.

“It looks good.”Amber commeneted, not sold on the idea as she studied the end of hers.

“Want me to help you put yours in?”

“Umm, I’m not sure.” hesatation ruled her.

“Not sure about what?”

“Will it fit?” she asked, bolder than I thought she would be.

“Sure baby, I’ll make it work.” and she nodded. “Come over here, we’ll do it the easy way.”

She stood beside the chair, and I pulled up the dress to her navel. “Bend over on the chair.” And she slowly did, holding herself up with her arms. I lubed the plug good, and I put another small dab on her ass hole, I worked it around. I worked it wider than necessary, mostly because I was enjoying it, and judging by the way her tiny cunt opened on it’s own, she liked it too. I little more astroglide, and I worked my finger inside her, just getting it all slippery.

“Here it comes baby.” as I pressed the tip in, and her tiny, but flexible body opened up and swallowed it, locking down on the base tightly. “That wasn’t so bad was it.?”

“No, it was almost nice.” she said.

She stood and walked with it, it swung wildly side to side with every step. I pulled her dress back down and that made it more controled.

She looked unreal. Her tight body was accecnted with shine of the tight dress and the silky hose, her legs were a marvel of sultry shape and slender beauty. I took her to my bedroom, and did the make up, a little nose, a few lines for whiskers, but I also gave her some smokey eyes, and some bright red lips that screamed sex appeal.

As she drained my left breast, it felt so much better, I offered her the right, and she took it, the milk flowed immediatly. I wrapped my legs around her ass, pulling her rythmically in to me, her pussy was sliding up and down mine, and sometimes I could feel her clit rub against mine. I reached under her, and found both her nipples quickly. She gasped at first, then pulled her chest away to give me better access. The BB sized nipples that capped where her breasts would some day be, were as hard as a bady part can get. I rubbed them for a while, then pinched them, that made her jump a bit. I started rubbing them more softly, until she brought her hand to mine, and pinched my fingers down hard on her nipple again, and moaned while she drank from me. I got the idea, and alternated between soft caresses, and hard pinches.

“Can I go trick-or-treating now?” she asked with more excitment that I wanted her to have. I was hoping she might want to stay in with me.

“Sure,” I hoped I didn’t sound as dissapointed as I was. “Make sure your dress doesn’t ride up too high, and stay in our neighborhood .” I said as I tugged the hem down, pointlessly.

She gave me one last twirl and was out the door. I stayed and gave out candy, it was fun, I got very interesting looks from people at the door. Some liked it, some didn’t, I think all were at least slightly shocked. I made a note of the ladies that seemed to like it, and the kids. I was getting turned on even further with all the looks. I mean, guys look women up and down all the time, I hate that, but when a MILFy soccer mom gives you the once, then twice over, and smiles, I Iike that. But what really turned me on, several of the kids stared way too long, and in a good way. One set of three young girls did nothing but look at my panties, then I noticed they had cameltoed, and I could see why they stared. FYI, that was never an issue when I had pubic hair.

About an 30 minutes after she left, Amber returned.

“You could not have done the whole neighborhood that fast.”

“No, I wanted to come home.” she said, she had a break in her voice and a sparkle in her eye I had not noticed.

“Really? something you wanted to do here?” I didn’t try to hide my excitement.

“I dunno. Maybe.” she turned and started walking away. I grabbed her tail

Amber turned her head looked at me. She grinned a knowing grin. I gave her tail a shake and her eyes grew in her head if that is possible, and she breathed heavy

“Want to give out some candy with me?” I smiled a devilish smile that had little to do with the costum.

“Sure”, she was a girl of few words.

Moments later, doorbell rang. Amber grapped the candy bowl, and I followed. Two more MILFy soccer moms, and two little princesses. The blond looked at Amber, then me, and showed a great deal of shock. The short redhead looked at us with equal shock, and much interest. I’d remember her. I gave Ambers tail a good wag as she dropped candy in to each bag. One of the little girls laughed when she saw what I was doing, she had no idea what I was really doing.

“Want to give it a try?” I asked the little Arial. She just giggeled.

I brought the tail around to her, forcing Amber to turn, and handed to to her, she gave it a good shake and laughed as she walked off.

Inside I shut the door, Amber looked stuned.

“I feel funny mom.” she told me, and I knew what that funny was about.

Doorbell rang again. Amber started to go for it, I stopped her, and pointed her face to mine.

“I know that feeling, and I’ll make it all better.” I told her in a seductive whisper, and placed my lips on hers. I saw her eyes close, and I gave her a tiny bit of tongue, just inside her lips, then broke the kiss. She stayed there momentarilly, eyes closed, lips slightly apart how I left them. I opened the door.

More soccer moms, more delictable little ones, I didn’t care. I dumped the bowl among the three kids bags, said happy Holloween, shut the door, and turned out the light. Amber hadn’t moved, she had only opened her eyes and looked at me.

Our pussies rubbed so fast, it felt as though they started a fire. I was so hot and wet, I was grunting and moaning continually. Amber began these whimper like moans.

“Are you OK baby, do you want me to stop?”

She returned my words from eariler to me “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

I didn’t. I did move her, I lay her back on the bed, grabbed each of those sexy legs, and opened her up, I brought my cunt down between her legs, and we started scissoring. She mostly lay there, I rubbed my pussy hard and fast against hers, Our pussy lips rubbing back and forth over each other, wetness flowed over us. She was ready first, she started panting like a hot dog, and whimpering moans filled the air, She was so sexy. She had her eyes closed, pinching her nipples untill I thought she would pull them off, and then it happened.

“Here it comes mom, it’s coming again….I can’t hold it…It’s coming out…” she screamed out loudly, she thrust her pussy at mine in short, violent strokes and then two small squirts came from her.

I slowed down.

“Oh Mom, that was… ” she didn’t have words.

“I know baby, oh I know.” I told her. “But mommy is not done yet, can I keep rubbing on your pussy?”

“I don’t think so, it’s too tingly right now. Can I lick your pussy again mom? Please?”

“Oh fuck yes baby, finger me to.” I almost shouted.

“Fingers in your ass again?

“I want you in my cunt and my ass.” I was demanding.

I rolled over and opened up for her, she crawled in and started going right at me, her right hand was fingering my pussy, her left had a finger all the way up my ass. It was almost heaven, but I knew heaven was a few minutes away. Her tongue lapped at my clit like an absolute pro, and I was close.

“More in my pussy, fill it up baby.” I shouted, I guess to be heard over my own screaming.

She did, and she fucked me fast, in and out like a jack hammer in both holes.

“More, more pussy.” I shouted again. “Put your whole hand in me.”

I felt my labia stretch around her hand as it passed, then tighten down on her wrist, I could feel her fingers press against my cervix, rubbing it, I lost it. I started pushing in to her, trying to get more and more in me, I could feel her finger wiggle in my ass. I grabbed the hair on the sides of her head, and held her in tight like before, I thrust my cunt at her, harder and harder, I wanted all of her, as I was reaching the absolute climax, I held her face lower and the long streams of urine I knew where coming out went in her mouth.

“Swallow it baby, swallow it all.”I shouted. I don’t know why that turned me on, but it did.

She swallowed some, most ended up on the bed. Again I pulled her to me and we kissed and held each other until we both fell asleep.

I went back to her, with no pretense this time, my tongue shot in to her mouth, she returned it in clumsy awkwardness, and it was wonderful. We kissed for several minutes, she jumped a little when I grabbed her ass with both hands, kneeding that hard little thing, damn it was nice.

“How is that funny feeling now?” I asked

“Worse, and better.” She said.

“I know what you need, It’s time for you to become a woman.” I said this as I slowly undid the three gold buttons that held my dress closed. I opened it, and let it fall from my shoulders to the floor. Amber looked shocked, and she was breathing heavy. I removed my panties and steped out of them, the coolish air felt nice. Amber swallowed hard. I walked back to her, slow as I could, I wanted to run to her.

“Your going to have sex with me?” she asked in a timid voice colored with heavy, hard breathing.

“No baby, we are going to have sex with each other, we are going to make love like only a mother and daughter can.” I said as I reached her. I kissed her again.

I pulled the dress over her head, and exposed pure beauty, she was amazing and mine. I took her by the hand and we went to my bedroom.

“Get on the bed baby.”

She started to take her shoes off and climb on the bed.

“Leave the shoes on, they make you look extra sexy.” And she put them back on, and climed on the bed.

“What about the tail” she was on her hands and knees, wiggleing her ass to make it wave back and forth.

“Leave it, for now” I said “Want to pull mine out for me?” I turned and bent over, she pulled the tail, so slowly I thought it would never come out, then all at once it shot right out of me.

I climbed on the bed the oppisite way, and layed down, pulling her on to me in the best version of a 69 we could do with her short stature, and I started to eat her pussy.

Mother and daughter are caught by father.

My flight that I was to take on a business trip was canceled after being delayed for two hours. There wasn’t another one till the next day so I decided to return home for the night. It was about ten pm when I entered the house, everything seemed normal but no-one appeared to be home. I sat in the living room for about fifteen minutes waiting for Judy, my wife. Finally I decided to go to bed as I had to be back at the airport pretty early the next day.

I climbed the stairs and headed down the hall. There was a light on in our bedroom. When I got to the door, what I saw made me stop dead in my tracks. Judy and our daughter, Fran were on the bed naked and in the 69 position. Fran was on top. Judy was eagerly eating our daughter’s pussy and Fran was fucking her mother with a big plastic cock as she rubbed her crotch up and down on her mother’s face..

I stood there watching. They were so into what they were doing that they never noticed that I was there. After a couple minutes I unzipped my slacks and pulled my now rock hard cock out and started stroking it. Judy repeatedly licked Fran from clit to ass hole and dug her tongue deep into Fran’s snatch making her moan. Soon, Judy had a big climax and when she did, Fran pulled the dildo out and dove, face first into her mother’s wet cunt. Fran came next and pressed her crotch tightly to her mother’s face as she filled Judy’s mouth with her girl cum. They slowed down and just gently licked each other’s slits while they came down from their highs.

I was ready to explode. Jane’s head was at the foot of the bed and she had her eyes closed and Fran was facing the other way. I walked up to the end of the bed and after a few more strokes; I blasted a big load of cum in my wife’s face and on my daughter’s ass. One thing I have always been proud of is how much cum I make. Any porno film would be delighted to have a guy that came so much. Rope after rope of cum flew out of my cock and covered Jane and Fran. When they felt it they jumped. One of Jane’s eyes flew open. The other was covered with my thick white cum and didn’t open. Fran jumped off her mom and looked back at me in panic. “DADDY !?!”

I smiled and said, “Well, well, well. What do we have here? I didn’t realize that you two had gotten so close.” I put my dripping cock head to my wife’s face. “Open your mouth.” Jane did as I said. I pushed myself into her mouth. “Suck it clean, Darling.” Fran stood next to the bed with one forearm across her tits and the other hand in front of her cleanly shaved pussy. I hadn’t noticed what a beautiful young lady she had grown to be. I guess I had just automatically thought of her as my little girl. I couldn’t help but notice now.

Fran was about 5’5″. Even behind her arm I could see that her tits were about 34-C’s and they were high, full and firm. She had smooth light skin, a small flat tummy, small hips and long shapely legs. Actually, she looked a lot like her mother. I got a better look as she ran to the bathroom. I enjoyed watching her boobs bounce.

“I didn’t know you were a lesbian.” Judy scooped up some of the cum that was on her face, clearing her eye, and sucked it off of her fingers. “I’m Bi, not a lesbian. There’s a difference. I haven’t been with another girl since college. And by the way, I haven’t been with another guy since we were married either. When I had ‘the talk’ with Fran I told her that she could ask me anything and I would answer her honestly. Well, one thing led to another and a few weeks ago we started spending time together.” “I wish I had known.” I said. ” We could have had some pretty hot threesomes all these years.”

We heard the shower running as Fran washed my cum off of her ass, and a couple minutes later she slowly walked back into the room with a towel wrapped around her and stood next to the bed looking at us. “It’s OK Honey. Don’t worry. I’m not mad. I was just surprised.” “Daddy, I’m still a virgin. All I do with the boys is give them blowjobs and let them finger my pussy. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time and I want you to be the one to take my cherry. Pleeeeease.” Fran said with almost a pleading tone of voice. I looked at Judy. She smiled and nodded her head yes.

I stood up, reached out and removed the towel. I got my first good look at her large erect nipples. I could feel life starting to come back into my manhood. I pulled her tight to me, feeling her firm young tits press against me, and my cock press against her stomach. “Franny, Honey I don’t like to wear a condom. Not many guys do. So we need to get you started on the pill. While we are waiting for it to start to work, we can do what you and mommy have been doing. Sometimes we can even all do it together. Would you like that?” “Yes Daddy, very much.” I bent down and gave my daughter a kiss. It wasn’t a father/daughter kiss.

811

The Morning After The Toga Party

I awoke the next morning feeling very good. Last night for me had been an evening of very enjoyable and controlled sex and my body felt terrific. I realized that I was alone in my bed and when I looked over at the other bed I saw that Biff had joined my son Jerry and his new bride Joannie in their bed. Joannie was riding Biff’s cock while her husband fucked her in the ass. They were trying to be quiet and Joannie was not her normal vocal self. She grunted softly as the two cocks pounded her holes and they fucked until they all came.

I slipped out of bed and went to take a shower leaving the three of them still coupled to each other in the other bed. I was enjoying the warm shower letting the water cascade over my body when Joannie came in and joined me.

“I am so full of cum. I don’t know where Biff gets it all. He is like a cum manufacturing machine,” Joannie said with a giggle.

“Yes he is quite amazing,” I confirmed.

Joannie washed cum out of both her pussy and her ass as we showered together. Joannie then turned her attention to me and began to soap and wash my body.

“Let’s wash each other,” she said.

I began to soap her up and wash her as she ran her hands all over my body. We washed each others tits, ass and pussies. We fingered each other and rubbed each other’s clit. Joannie taught me what she called the bowling ball grip. Joannie reached under my cunt and inserted her middle finger in my soapy asshole then she put her thumb in my pussy. Joannie would flex her thumb in my cunt rubbing my clit with the back of her thumb as her middle finger probed my bung hole.

Joannie had me follow her lead so I put my middle finger in her ass and my thumb in her pussy. We stood in the shower finger fucking each other and then with our free hand played with each other’s tits. “Don’t you just love this?” Joannie asked.

She was so sexually charged that her energy passed through my body as well. Soon we both came on the other’s hand with the shower water washing our juices away. We hugged after our orgasm as much to steady ourselves as to embrace one another. We dried off after the shower and walked naked back into the bedroom. I had become totally comfortable with being naked all the time. There in the room on the bed, my son Jerry was on all fours as Biff fucked him in the ass.

“Oh man this feels good; I forgot how good your cock feels in my ass. Fill me up with your jizm. Oh how I have missed this the past few days!” Jerry exclaimed.

Biff kept pounding Jerry’s ass as he milked Biff’s dick with his ass muscles. Joannie and I stood there naked holding each other and watched them until Biff unloaded in Jerry’s ass. As I had seen before Jerry collapsed on the bed and Biff’s impressive cock slipped from his stretched asshole. Cum bubbled out of his ass and ran down my son’s legs over his balls.

Biff and Jerry then showered and we all dressed and went to breakfast. We arrived later than usual so we agreed to make this a brunch and skip lunch today. We ran into Lori, Nancy, Dan and Dave all who joined us at our table. We had our meals and agreed to meet later on the nude beach. We stopped back at our room to change into our tees and shorts, although they wouldn’t be on long and headed down to the beach.

We set up eight lounge chairs and awaited the arrival of the other group. Lori, Nancy, Dave and Dan arrived shortly afterwards and this time removed all of their clothes without hesitation. They pulled up their chairs and started talking with us. Lori and Nancy shared with us how much they enjoyed the female sex with Joannie last night. Then Dave and Dan talked about fucking Joannie’s ass and what a turn on it was for them. It was the first time they had fucked anyone in the ass.

“So it was a first for each of you and you can thank Joannie for that,” said Biff.

Joannie stood up to a mock applause and bowed to each of them wiggling her shapely ass. Everyone laughed at her and then we got back to our conversations. Lori shared with us that she and Nancy got it on together this morning. They coupled in a 69 position and ate each other’s pussy until they came.

“Wow that’s great, I told you that you would like it and now you have something else to add to your swing sessions,” Joannie complimented them and then challenged, “Anytime you want to eat my pussy just let me know.”

Lori and Nancy both blushed and Lori replied, “Maybe later.”

The group was interested in learning more about our situation and how it came that we traveled together and fucked each other. I looked at Biff, Jerry and Joannie with a where do we start look.

Jerry jumped in and said, “Probably a little background first before we tell you about our relationship. Let me take you back to our college days.”

Jerry quickly covered the initial relationship with Marilyn, Biff and himself. Then he moved it along to when he and Joannie started dating and when Biff was brought into that relationship. Jerry explained in great detail the various copulations that he, Joannie and Biff engaged in. He talked about how great it was when Biff fucked him in the ass while Joannie sucked on his cock and when he sucked on Biff’s cock as Joannie fucked him in the ass with her strap-on dildo.

Joannie jumped into the conversation and said how she loved to be double and triple fucked. She loved Biff’s cock in her ass, pussy and mouth while Jerry was using another hole. Joannie explained how Jerry fucked her ass as he hand fucked her pussy with the dildo and Biff filled her mouth with his cock.

Biff explained that sometimes he could talk his date into joining them and then they had foursomes. The three of them had always loved group sex and experimented with bi-sexuality. Originally they planned to bring a fourth person on the honeymoon before Marla had entered the picture. But once she joined in it was only fitting that she be fourth.

Lori, Nancy, Dave and Dan were speechless as they listened to the Jerry, Joannie and Biff tell their story. They sat there stunned for a few minutes before Dan spoke.

“I knew all of you were into the group thing but man you are really wild,” Dan sighed and then looked at Jerry and asked, “Did you really enjoy fucking and sucking cocks?”

“Absolutely and I still do,” answered Jerry and then asked, “How about you guys, ever have your cocks sucked by a guy, ever fucked a guy’s ass? Want to give it a try?”

Dan and Dave looked at each other quizzically and then Dan said, “I don’t know I have never given it a thought.”

“Me either!” said Dave.

“You guys should give it a shot,” chimed in Biff, “I think you will be pleasantly surprised.”

“Yeah you should try it and it looks like you guys are already sporting a woody,” Joannie added.

It was true, Dave and Dan had erections. All this talk about sex had gotten them excited. Still they weren’t ready for guy sex yet. Dan and Dave embarrassingly put their hands in their laps trying to discreetly mask their erections.

Lori changed the focus by asking me how I got involved with Biff, Joannie and my own son Jerry. I explained to the group how I had spied on them. First I watched Jerry suck Biff’s cock and then I watched Biff fuck Jerry in the ass. After that I looked forward to spying on them. The next time I watched them Joannie was with them. I watched Joannie suck Jerry’s cock as he sucked Biff’s. Then they double fucked Joannie with Biff in her pussy and Jerry in her ass. Later Biff fucked Joannie in the ass while she sucked on Jerry’s cock. Finally Jerry fucked Joannie in the ass as Biff fucked him in the ass.

“My God Marla, how did you ever stay quiet during those sessions? I would have had my hand buried in my pussy and I would have had very vocal orgasms.” Lori asked.

“Well I tried to be quiet and wait until I was alone in my bedroom to masturbate,” I replied.

“Yeah but she wasn’t as quiet as she thought and I caught her looking at us,” Biff quipped.

I went on with the story and told everyone how Biff had seduced me poolside. Then I told them how Joannie had joined Biff and I in my bedroom and how she introduced me to female sex. I told everyone how Joannie had walked me through my first anal sex with Biff’s big dick stretching me to new proportions. I explained the next time I was together with Biff and Joannie how my son Jerry had snuck in and fucked me in the ass while Joannie was eating my pussy and Biff was fucking my face. Then I told them about my first double fuck with Biff in my pussy and Jerry in my ass.

“After that first foursome with these three, we continued having group sex together. I agreed to join them on this honeymoon and you know the rest,” I concluded the story.

“That is some story and if that was supposed to relax me a little, it didn’t work,” said Dan sporting a full erection.

“Ditto,” said Dave in the same state.

“Come on you guys I can help you out,” offered Jerry as he stood, grabbed some lotion and walked toward the nude Jacuzzi.

“Go on guys, I guarantee that you won’t be disappointed,” urged Biff.

“Yes go on it sounds so hot,” Lori encouraged them.

Dan and Dave had mixed feelings. It would be a first with a guy but they were so horny at this point that they agreed. They tried to appear reluctant but one could tell they were a little curious and excited. They stood up and draped towels over there shoulders with the long ends covering their crotch as they followed Jerry over to the nude Jacuzzi area. Jerry was headed to the same area where he had fucked and sucked Michelle and Brandy the other day.

Lori jumped up and said excitedly, “I have to see this!”

Nancy didn’t say anything but she followed Lori. Biff, Joannie and I all remained behind in our chairs. They were all gone for no more than a half hour. When they returned Dave and Dan had a flushed, embarrassed look on their faces and Jerry was all smiles. Lori and Nancy appeared disillusioned.

“Well how did it go?” Biff asked them as casually as if he were asking about a game of horseshoes.

Dave and Dan just blushed but Jerry offered, “They were great. Dan fucked my ass and I sucked Dave’s cock. They filled me up with cum.” With that said Jerry took off for the ocean to wash off and cool down.

Lori said, “That was so hot to watch three guys together. I never thought that I would see anything like that in person. My pussy is on fire right now.”

“Mine too,” added Nancy, “It was really exciting to watch them. Jerry looks just like a girl when you can’t see his cock.”

“Come on girls. Let’s swim out to the raft and I’ll put out those fires in your pussies,” Joannie offered and then headed for the ocean.

“Go ahead,” I encouraged Lori and Nancy, “Just follow her lead,”

Lori, Nancy and Joannie swam out to the raft together. Biff, Dan, Dave and I remained in our chairs. Soon Jerry came back out of the water and rejoined the group. I explained to Dan and Dave what was about to take place on the raft. They turned their chairs toward the water so they could see the action.

When they reached the raft Lori and Nancy sat on the edge and Joannie began to work her magic. First her face was between Lori’s legs and then apparently after Lori orgasmed, she moved over between Nancy’s legs. As always it was impossible to make out the details but it was obvious that the girls were having their pussies eaten. After Nancy apparently orgasmed, Joannie jumped up on the raft and Lori moved between her legs and began to eat her pussy. It appeared that Nancy sat closer to Joannie and that the two of them were kissing and feeling each other up as Lori ate Joannie’s twat. Then Lori switched places with Nancy and began to kiss Joannie as Nancy hit the water and moved between Joannie’s legs. Eventually Joannie lay back on the raft indicating that she had cum again. The three girls just stretched out of the raft resting.

Dave said, “Man this too much, shit I’m hard again.”

“Yeah, I am too,” admitted Dan.

“Okay guys let’s go, this time you get my ass Dave,” said my son Jerry and he headed back toward the nude Jacuzzi.

Dave and Dan anxiously followed him to their spot. This time there was no apprehension on their part. They definitely wanted to get their rocks off again and they looked forward to another session with Jerry.

The girls swam back from the raft and stood up by us toweling off their shapely naked bodies. I looked at Nancy and for the first time I felt a stirring in my loins. Her petite delicate Japanese figure was so enticing with her small breasts and curvy ass. Her fair skin was accented with her jet black long hair and the black tuft of hair just above her pussy. I knew that I would have her before the day was done.

“Where are the guys?” Lori asked.

“Oh they got horny again and went over there,” I told her and pointed.

“Come on let’s check them out,” said Joannie as she took off across the sand with Lori and Nancy right behind her.

“Well they seem to be enjoying themselves today. How are you doing Marla, horny yet?” Biff asked.

I just laughed and said, “I’m getting there and I think I will ask Nancy to go for a swim when she gets back.”

“Good for you,” he replied.

About 30 minutes later they all returned to our area. My son Jerry was all smiles again as he walked right past us and headed for the ocean. Dave and Dan returned with a more satisfied look on their faces this time. As the three girls approached they made quite a beautiful sight walking naked together. The leggy Joannie with her long blond hair and tan athletic body, Lori the dark hair beauty with her firm fake tits and Nancy the delicate oriental with her mysterious far-east appeal sauntered across the sand toward Biff and I. They did not go unnoticed as many an eye both men and women followed them to their chairs.

“Well guys I must say you overcame your reservations about bi-sexuality rather quickly,” Biff said to Dan and Dave.

Dan replied, “Yes I guess we did. You were right Biff, Jerry has a very talented mouth and fucking him was just like fucking a woman.” “I couldn’t believe how he worked those ass muscles and milked my cock dry!” exclaimed Dave.

All this talk and activity had gotten me hot and I looked out toward the raft and saw that it was vacant. “Come on, Nancy let’s take a swim,” I urged her.

I clearly caught her off guard and she looked surprised. She looked around almost for approval from the others before she got to her feet and joined me.

“Okay, if you want,” Nancy said uncertainly.

The two of us headed toward the water and then slowly swam out to the raft. Once we were near the raft we stopped and swam close to each other. I ran my hands over her delicate body underwater sending chills through her.

“Do you want me to eat you first or do you want to eat me first?” I asked her surprised at my own directness.

Nancy replied, “I’ll do you first. I’m not as hot as you right now but I will be after I eat your pussy.”

I got up on the raft first and spread my legs for Nancy. Nancy moved between her legs and stroked and lightly probed my vulva. I was struggling to contain my desire, and when I felt Nancy tease my secret entrance I couldn’t stand it any longer. I pulled Nancy to me and tried to get her to lick my sopping wet pussy. But Nancy was not concerned about my urgency and continued at her own pace.

I pushed myself onto Nancy’s face and I knew that this was what I wanted. I needed this beautiful Japanese girl to lick at my sex, to explore me with her tongue, my hidden crevices and taste my juices. Nancy movements were unsure at first, knowing only that she wanted to taste my womanhood. She knew I was encouraged by my murmurs of pleasure that her actions caused.

Nancy had an overwhelming desire to touch and feel me and she brought her hands up to caress my buttocks. She kneaded gently at my smooth flesh, spreading my cheeks until I knew she could see the deep shadowed cleft between them, and my puckered amber ring that nestled there. She startled me when she reached for it with her tongue, licking, and running the tip of her tongue around it, feeling my tight muscles react to her probing tongue.

I whispered encouragement to her, “Oh yes, oh Nancy please don’t stop.”

I felt my tight ring dilate from the pressure of her tongue. This felt so good. Nancy then pushed a finger into my pussy and I felt it delve deeply into my warmth causing my vaginal muscles to contract involuntarily.

“Put your finger in me,” I begged and Nancy knew exactly what to do. She moistened her finger with my cunt juices and she pushed it into my tight rosebud, slowly easing her way in. Her tongue continued to lick and tease my sex now slipping over my moistened lips and stopping at my tight pleasure nub. I pushed myself against her, grinding my hips so as to force Nancy’s finger further and deeper into my anal channel. I could no longer concentrate on anything apart from the feel of Nancy’s hands caressing my ass as her finger penetrated my private entrance while her mouth nibbled frantically on my clit. I knew I was about to cum and I knew that would as good as ever. That special feeling rose over me and I buried my face in hands to hide my cries of pleasure. I felt my juices flow, my pussy swell and I squirted streams of cum into Nancy’s mouth. At first she was startled when the first squirt shot into her mouth but then Nancy licked and swallowed, drinking the streams of cum with her own sounds of pleasure.

For a moment we stayed glued to one another, too weak to move. Then very slowly, Nancy eased her finger from my rectum and laid her head on my thighs with her arms entwined around my legs. This was only the start of our explorations and now I would take her.

“You are a very fast learner Nancy,” I gasped.

“Yes, Joannie is a very good teacher,” Nancy replied.

“That she is,” I agreed.

“Marla your pussy gets so swollen when you are excited and when you cum it squirts out like you are peeing,” Nancy commented.

“Yes that’s true. Biff calls it my puffer pussy and I am a squirter. Now let’s see if I can get you to squirt for me,” I answered.

Nancy and I switched places so that she was now seated on the raft and I was between her legs. I gently pushed Nancy’s legs wider apart and I watched as the outer lips of her sex spread and the pink inner surfaces were revealed to me. They were already glistening with juices and I knew at that instant how Joannie must have felt. I couldn’t wait to taste her juices for myself. The opening of Nancy’s vagina was a dark and mysterious shadow and felt like velvet.

I slowly reached forward and spread Nancy’s labia wider allowing my fingers to play up and down her moist slit. I felt Nancy quiver, little goose bumps from her shivers of sensation ran down her thighs. Stretching her wider I could see a firm nub of erect pink flesh standing proudly like a tiny cock at the top of Nancy’s sex. I knew that this was her seat of pleasure and the cause of all the urges that she had felt over the last two days. I let my fingers tickle her clit lightly, teasingly causing her to gasp as her thighs jerked in sudden tremor. I lowered head and took the nub of tissue in my mouth, rolling it lightly between my lips and scraping it gently with my teeth. I could smell her arousal. The deep musk made me light-headed and I wondered if this is what Japanese pussy smelt like.

I tongued and licked gently up and down the length of Nancy’s slit and I had to hold her thighs apart as she began to buck beneath me. I knew that Nancy was reaching her crisis as she moaned, almost growling with meaningless sounds of ecstasy arising from her. I slowed my assault as I wanted to extend her pleasure as long as I could. I fingered Nancy’s sex again, ran my fingertips up and down her sex and scratched lightly at her labia.

With a fingertip I probed the entrance to Nancy’s vagina. I knew that I wasn’t the first to tread this path and that I must still go gently. Nancy’s cry of pleasure at being penetrated encouraged me to thrust my finger in her deeper and faster. I could feel the muscular walls of her tight pussy grip at me as I caressed the folds and crevices inside her pussy. I slid my middle finger in alongside the first finger and allowed my thumb to rest lightly on Nancy’s clit.

Nancy’s pussy seemed to suck at my fingers drawing them in deeper and faster until my fingertips seemed to make contact with Nancy’s womb. Both of us were panting so I began to rub her clit frantically. I knew that Nancy was about to cum. I watched Nancy arch her back and I felt her muscles contract down around my fingers. I pulled my fingers from her cunt and covered it with my mouth once again sucking hard on her clit. Nancy covered her mouth with her hand to smother her cries of ecstasy as she writhed on the raft with her head moving from side to side as the waves of sensation rolled over her. Nancy came in buckets drenching my face with her juices. I was intrigued with the taste of her and I wondered if some sea water had gotten in her pussy or did she always taste like this.

We had been so pre-occupied with our coupling that we did not notice a couple swim up to the raft. They had remained in the water and watched me eat Nancy’s pussy. They smiled at us when we acknowledged their presence.

“That was very beautiful,” said the woman.

“Yes it was quite a show,” said the man as he pulled himself up on the raft sporting an erection, “Look what you did to me.”

“And now I will just have to take care of this,” the woman said and then engulfed her partner’s cock in her mouth.

“You are welcome to stay and watch if you like,” the man offered.

Nancy and I had witnessed plenty of cock sucking within our own sex sessions, so we opted to swim back to our group. We left the unknown couple to their own indulgences and swam back to the beach. We rejoined our group on the beach and then we all sat around and made plans for the evening. Tonight the entertainment would be an Elvis impersonator who was supposed to be very good. We all agreed to meet for dinner, attend the entertainment session and then adjourn to our room for the night’s activities.

DINNER, ENTERTAINMENT AND SEX

The dinner was excellent as always and the entertainment was superb. The Elvis impersonator sounded just like the “King” and sang all of his popular songs. We had an enjoyable evening dancing with each other to all the songs. After the entertainment we headed to our room for the evening’s orgy.

Once in our room everyone shed their clothes immediately and we soon had eight beautiful naked people touching each other. Joannie wanted to take on three of the guys first. It had been a few days since she had three cocks in her at the same time. The rest of us sat on the opposite bed to watch Joannie put on a show for the rest of us.

Joannie had Biff lay on his back as she straddled him and lowered her pussy onto his huge cock. She told Dan and Dave to take her ass and mouth. Dan hurried to get behind Joannie and fed his cock to Joannie’s hot ass. Dave positioned himself at her face and she gobbled his dick right up. Lori, Nancy, Jerry and I sat on the opposite bed and watched as the three men fucked all of Jerry’s wife’s holes.

Joannie was incredible whenever she did three guys, she was the most lustful and wanton woman I have ever seen. She had so much energy she went from orgasm to orgasm non-stop, demanding more all the time. She would get so aroused that she never came down in between orgasms it would be just one right after the other, each one more intense then the other. It was difficult for the three guys to keep up with her; she shook, groaned and screamed uncontrollably for them to fuck her harder and longer.

Dave came first shooting his load into her succulent mouth. Joannie swallowed it all very quickly and sucked him dry. Dave fell back with his softened cock slipping out of her mouth.

Joannie yelled, “Jerry I need your cock.”

Jerry scrambled out of our bed and knelt in front of Joannie. She sucked his erect dick right into her mouth never missing a beat with Biff and Dan. Dan came next and filled her ass with his hot cum. He continued to fuck her back hole as she milked his cock dry, eventually it softened and slipped from her pulsating asshole.

“Marla get a cock and fuck my ass,” she screamed.

Lori and Nancy looked confused as I got off the bed to retrieve a strap-on from our dresser. They looked on in amazement as I put on the harness with the large fake cock dangling in front of my pussy. I moved to bed and got behind Joannie and inserted the hard dong into her ass. I watched the expressions on Lori and Nancy faces as I plowed my fake cock into Joannie’s asshole. They were in a trance never before having seen such a scene.

“Get ready Joannie, I am going to cum,” Biff warned.

Biff then tensed before he shot his seed deep into her pussy. Then he picked up the pace and fucked her hard draining his cock of every drop of cum. Joannie’s pussy overflowed with Biff’s copious load and much of it ran down over his balls.

“Oh shit, I feel it. God I love your cum, I love to be filled with it. Let me clean off your balls let me suck you dry,” Joannie bellowed.

Biff slid out from underneath her and presented his soaked cock and balls to her mouth as her husband temporarily moved out of the way. Joannie sucked his cock until it was empty and soft and then she cleaned his testicles of all cum.

“Marla please get someone to fuck my pussy,” Joannie ordered.

I withdrew from Joannie’s ass and walked over to my dresser to retrieve another strap-on. As I walked my own fake cock dangled and bounced lewdly in front of me.

The guys were spent except Jerry who was back in Joannie’s mouth so I looked at Lori and Nancy and asked them who wanted to fill Joannie’s pussy. Lori jumped at the opportunity and quickly put on the harness with my help. Lori then lay on the bed under Joannie as she lowered her pussy on the dildo. I inserted my dong back into her ass and once again she had three cocks in her, two of them fake.

Lori got into it and learned quickly that the dildo’s hard nub rubbed right against her clit. The three of us worked Joannie over as she continued to move from one orgasm to another. She was insatiable.

Jerry couldn’t hold out any longer and squirted his jizm in his wife’s mouth. Joannie gobbled it up and sucked him dry. Jerry withdrew his deflated cock and joined Biff, Dan, Dave and Nancy on the other bed to watch his wife’s performance.

“Nancy give me your pussy,” Joannie ordered.

Nancy shyly moved to the bed and presented her pussy to Joannie. Joannie sucked her cunt right into her mouth and quickly located Nancy’s hard little clit. Before long Joannie had Nancy writhing in orgasm and Lori and I were experiencing our orgasms triggered by the dildo nubs.

Joannie went into convulsions as orgasms rocked her body. Her hips moved violently and rapidly dislodging my fake cock from her ass. Her mouth left Nancy’s pussy as she collapsed on top of Lori fucking herself on the fake cock. Joannie’s hips moved from fast to slow much like a ride coming to a stop. She was drained and exhausted from her numerous orgasms but I knew that after a brief rest she would be ready to go again. Joannie was possessed with sexual drive and energy. Joannie had four loads of man cum in her and she was responsible for the three women’s orgasms.

“Wow! Now that’s what I call a good fucking,” Joannie exclaimed.

“I think we all agree with that,” I replied.

As we were resting I showed the double dildo to Lori and Nancy. I explained that the lesbians had given us the two strap-on dildos and the two headed dildo in case we needed them. The girls wanted to hear more about our sessions with the lesbians so Joannie and I told them what transpired without getting into explicit details.

“You know making it with another woman was the furthest thing from my mind when we came to the resort,” Lori said and then continued, “I knew that girl-girl sex would be available to us if we wanted it. I just didn’t expect it would happen but I am glad it did.”

Nancy added, “Yes, I am so happy that we were introduced to lesbian sex. It is so erotic to have a beautiful woman eat my pussy and then my eating her pussy in return. I have never used a dildo and it was exciting to see you two fuck Joannie as she ate me.”

“It certainly was hot watching you girls get it on and I am glad that Jerry taught us about bi-sexuality. I really enjoyed fucking and cumming in his ass and mouth,” Dan admitted.

Dave echoed, “Yeah it was a real turn-on to fuck Jerry’s bubble butt and Joannie’s hot asshole. I’ll never forget it.”

“All of you were certainly willing partners and although I didn’t get to fuck Lori and Nancy in the ass I still had a great time with all of you,” Biff told them.

“I think that anal is stretching it for me. I didn’t even like a finger in there,” Lori told us.

“I liked when Marla stuck her finger in my ass while she ate my pussy but I can’t imagine a cock being in there especially one as big as Biff’s,” Nancy added to the conversation.

“Of course everyone knows that I love it but it does take some time to get broken in to where you can accept a big thick cock like Biff’s,” Joannie said.

Biff added, “You know I love to fuck asses but the next best thing for me is to fuck a girl doggy style. That way I can still play with her shapely ass.”

We sat around and talked for awhile longer and had a few drinks. Everyone was still kind of tired so we decided to go down to the nude Jacuzzi and relax there. This was our first trip to the nude Jacuzzi at late night. We were surprised to see so many people there in the nude. Many of the guests who did not use the nude beach where there at the Jacuzzi totally naked. We agreed that the late hour of the night and the alcohol played a big factor.

The eight of us found a spot on the side of the Jacuzzi where we could all sit together and we watched the gatherings and couplings before us. Jerry spotted Brandy and Michelle sitting on the opposite side from us. They were sitting next to each other kissing and stroking the other’s cock. They were soon joined by two other men who moved in front of them and began to suck their cocks.

“Those are the two gays I told you about,” Jerry said pointing toward Brandy and Michelle.

We watched as the two other men sucked Brandy and Michelle to orgasms and then switched places with them. Brandy and Michelle then began to suck the cocks of the other men.

All around the Jacuzzi there were various displays of sex and pairings. Guys with guys, girls with girls and couples all having sex with each other. Although with the couples it was difficult to tell which partners belonged together.

There were a few good looking couples but not anything to really get us turned on. We soaked in the warm waters and allowed our bodies to relax and we watched the activities surrounding us. After a while we decided to return to our room.

Once back in the room Dan and Dave were geared up for some more butt fucking. These guys had really taken to anal sex and had obviously decided to get as much as they could at the resort because Lori and Nancy would not be providing them asses to fuck here or at home. Dave asked me if he could fuck my ass and Dan was already zeroed in on Joannie. Joannie got the double dildo and inserted it in our pussies as we lay on our side facing one another. Dan then slipped his cock into Joannie’s ass as Dave penetrated mine. Joannie and I fucked each other with the double dildo as the two guys reamed our asses.

On the other bed Biff had Lori on all fours and was fucking her doggy style. Jerry was doing the same to Nancy as the four of them watched our action in the other bed. Biff ran his hands all over Lori’s shapely ass as he fucked her pussy. Jerry had managed to work one of his fingers into Nancy’s ass as he too fucked her pussy. It wasn’t long before Joannie and I came drenching the fake double cock in our pussies. Dan and Dave were next to cum shooting their loads into our rectal channels.

Lori and Nancy came quickly and flopped on the bed in front of Biff and Jerry. Biff and Jerry brought their cocks over to Joannie and I. Biff fucked Joannie’s ass and my son fucked my ass as Joannie and I fucked each other with the double dildo. Joannie and I had multiple orgasms before Biff and Jerry came in our bung holes adding there cum to Dan’s and Dave’s.

At that point we were all pretty well spent and we agreed to call it a night. The four of us said good night to Lori, Nancy, Dan and Dave and we returned to our own room. Jerry slept with his bride Joannie and I slept with Biff. We slept soundly that night and neither of us woke to urge of early morning sex.

When we did finally wake up we barely had enough time to shower, dress and make it on time for breakfast. We did not see Lori, Nancy, Dan or Dave that morning and we assumed that they had slept in. We were later to learn that the four of them were leaving the resort that day. As usual we ate and then returned to our room to put on tees and shorts, after which we headed to the nude beach. This would be our last day at the resort because the next day we were flying home.

Cont…

Thanks to walterio…………

This is the first of three parts I will post about these two girls. This part describes how April discovered she was a lesbian

April was about 5feet 9inches tall, big DD breasts, with a firm heart shaped ass and weighed about 130 pounds. She discovered she was attracted to other girls when she was 14. She was looking through her older brother’s bedroom for a pen and she stumbled on his Playboy magazine collection. The magazine fell on the ground open to one of the pictures of a woman naked. She told herself to look away and pretend she never saw it, but some part of her made her pick up the magazine and start flipping through the pages. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, and she couldn’t believe that she was enjoying it as much as she was. The naked women and their beautiful breasts aroused her, ‘this is wrong, it is a sin to feel this way about women’ she told herself trying to look away, but she couldn’t help it. Finally she threw the magazine down walked out of the room and took a shower. It didn’t matter how hard she tried she couldn’t stop thinking about the women in the magazine. To give herself and other people the illusion that she wasn’t a lesbian she would often surround herself with boys, go out on a lot of dates with boys, she never had sex with any of them because she was religious and wanted to wait until marriage.

April had her first sexual experience two years later, when she was 16. It was at the sweet 16 party of her friend Heidi. There was a fair amount of liquor there, but April didn’t drink any, neither did Jessica who was also there. At the party April started to really notice how attractive her best friend was, but she tried not to think about it. She also couldn’t help but notice how hot the birthday girl was. Heidi was about 5’6” decent sized C cup breasts, long skinny legs, and a tight firm ass. April found herself wanting to see Heidi completely naked. April was the last one to leave the party because she noticed Heidi was very drunk and she wanted to make sure her friend didn’t do something, or some one stupid.

Once all the guests except April left she offered to help Heidi start cleaning the dishes. As she cleaned one of the dipping bowls she felt a hand placed on her ass. She turned around startled and surprised to see Heidi standing behind her, “What are you doing?!” she asked alarmed.

“I’m grabbing your ass, what does it look like.” Heidi said as she moved closer to April.

“Well please don’t, I’m trying to do the dishes.” April said, knowing that some part of her wanted Heidi right there, right now.

“Oh, come on, don’t try to hide it, I saw you checking me out a couple times tonight, and I’ve seen the way you look at other girls, you’re secretly a lesbian, aren’t you?” Heidi said moving even closer, by this point their lips were almost touching.

“No I’m not; I don’t know what you are talking about.” April said hardly able to breathe because she was excited, and scared of what might happen.

“Yeah, right.” Heidi said as she kissed her friend. April tried to bring her self to pull away, but she couldn’t she knew she wanted this the whole night. They shared a long passionate kiss that lasted until Heidi pulled away and began taking her cloths off, April also got undressed. They stood there and looked at each others’ naked bodies for a while then finally Heidi went back to kissing her friend. This time as they kissed Heidi began to massage April’s breasts which made her tender nipples hard. She began to rub the outside of April’s wet pussy, which she kept shaven because she just thought the hair felt uncomfortable. With this April let out a light moan, and started to rub Heidi’s pussy which was also wet and shaved. April had never thought another girl’s pussy could feel so good. They kissed and rubbed each other until Heidi whispered in Aprils ear, “Let’s go to my room.”

They went up the stairs and into Heidi’s room and got on the bed. “Just lay back and let me take care of you.” Heidi told April. April just opened her legs and wondered what Heidi had in mind. Heidi put on leg under April’s leg and one over the other leg, she put her pussy against April’s and started grinding them together. This sent a wave of pleasure that went all over April’s body, she moaned in pleasure, and then she found her self screaming in joy. She didn’t know what was happening to her body, but she didn’t care, her body spasm uncontrollably as she had her first orgasm, Heidi had hers shortly afterwords. They kept grinding their pussies together until they were exhausted, neither of them knew how many orgasms they had; they just knew they enjoyed the experience. April woke up the next morning naked in Heidi’s bed. Next to her was Heidi, she was also still naked, but still asleep. April quickly got out of the bed and ran down the stairs to the pile of cloths that were there, grabbed her cloths, put them on and went home to shower and hope Heidi was to drunk to remember any of it.

Lucky for April, Heidi was to drunk to remember any of their encounter. When Heidi called April the next day and asked, “Do you know what happened to me, I woke up naked and my cloths were in my kitchen,” April lied and said “I don’t know, you were fine when I left and I was the last one to leave.” April never told any one what really happened, but she knew it was to late for her to fool herself anymore, she was a lesbian and she knew it.

Thank you for reading, Part 2, Jessica’s discovery will be up soon.

Ariel awakes on the floor of the dance studio and finds her teacher has a special lesson in store for her.

When Queen Elsa of Arendelle discovers something about herself that sets her apart from everyone else, it’s up to her sister Anna to help her come to terms with it…

Anna of Arendelle normally loved social gatherings, but this one was a particularly dull affair. It was supposed to be a lively dinner party to celebrate her older sister Elsa’s first year on the throne as Queen of Arendelle, but the 22-year-old queen was, so far, failing to make an appearance.

Kristoff, a baby-faced young man, and Anna’s boyfriend, merely shrugged his shoulders at the remark.

“I’d personally rather be back out harvesting the ice,” he half-agreed, “but it’s nice and warm in here.” He beamed a smile at the lovely Anna, who was laying backwards across his lap, smiling back up at him.

They were sitting near the middle of the high table, Anna sitting right next to the massive gold-inlaid chair that was reserved for Elsa. On the other side of the chair was Anna and Elsa’s cousin, Rapunzel, and her husband Flynn.

Anna lifted herself off Kristoff’s lap, and whispered across to her cousin. “Hey, Rae, where’s Elsa?”

Rapunzel, who had been talking with Flynn, looked around the room for a moment before turning back to her cousin with a look that read, “I don’t know.”

Anna sighed heavily, and straightened herself back up in her chair. Her red hair, which was usually in long pigtails, was dressed up in a bun with a single row braid across the crown of her head. The dressing gown she wore had a black torso with a pair of blossoming roses on the front, and was trimmed with gold, and had a thin blue skirt that draped to the floor.

It was the same dress that she had worn last year at Elsa’s coronation. However, her body had changed a bit in that year and the dress had to be altered to accommodate her wider hips and visibly larger chest. Kristoff hadn’t complained too much about the changes, but Anna was constantly complaining about how “fat” she was now, which actually couldn’t have been further away from the truth, but being a princess allowed Anna to get away with such claims sometimes.

Rapunzel, on the other hand, was a bit larger, especially being four months pregnant with her and Flynn’s first child. Once, she had blond hair that was three times the length of her body, but it had since been cut and dyed an auburn color as part of a disguise. However, Rae, as she had come to be called in shorthand, had grown to like her new locks and had kept them this way in the years since her and Flynn’s, whose real name was Eugene Fitzherbert (though he preferred his chosen name Flynn Rider “because it sounded badass”), had first met each other, which itself was a doozy of a tale.

The dinner party had started a few hours ago. Anna had been up in Elsa’s room helping her get ready when the first guests had arrived. Rae and Flynn had already been there for a few days, and had helped set everything up.

Rae had originally wanted to help out in the kitchen, but an incident involving a live chicken, a flute, and a shoe had caused many of the kingdom’s dignitaries to sign the so-called Safe Cooking Pact, the effect of which forbid Rae from ever cooking again.

When the guests arrived, Anna went down to greet them, leaving Elsa to finish getting ready on her own. This was a few hours ago, and Elsa still had not come down. It was long past time for a fashionably late entrance, and now she would just be considered late.

“Do you think she fell asleep?” Anna asked.

“Maybe you should go and check on her,” Kristoff suggested.

“But I can’t just leave these people here,” Anna said. “It’s rude; if Elsa is absent, I’m the acting host of this party, and for the host-”

“Hostess,” Flynn corrected, though Anna ignored his comment.

“-leaves her guests unattended, it’s considered rude!” Anna finished.

“Look at them,” Kristoff countered. He gestured to the assembled guests, who were mostly made up of villagers, feasting at the tables below them. “They laugh and chat amongst themselves with their plates full, their bellies nearly so, and their drinking glasses just the opposite. Half of them are drunk off their wine and ales, and the rest are about to join them. I don’t believe they’ll notice you being gone for five or ten minutes while you go and check on your sister,” Kristoff finished.

Anna sighed heavily with a smile, and shook her head. “I guess you’re right, Kristoff,” she laughed. “I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

“You mean aside from my charming wit and devilish good looks?” He added as he took a swig of his ale.

“And the fact that you put your moose friend to shame,” Anna added as she patted Kristoff on the thigh. He nearly spat his ale through his nose as he half laughed/half jumped in excitement. By the time he had recovered, Anna had risen from the table and was walking down the length of the table, swaying her hips as she did so, knowing Kristoff would be watching her every step.

Kristoff smiled and went back to his ale. Flynn sat down next to him and aimed his eyes at Anna’s backside as well.

“Do she got da booty?” Flynn asked.

“She-” Kristoff began to respond when Rae dipped her head in between him and Flynn and blurted out, “She do!”

Ale came flying out Kristoff’s nose as Rae and Flynn nearly collapsed to the floor in laughter.

***

Anna ascended the massive staircase that led to the second level of the castle, where the bedchambers were located. Below, she could still hear the riotous laughter of the feast in the main hall, and briefly wondered how Elsa could fall asleep and miss out on all the fun.

Maybe Elsa was still self-conscious over what she was after all…

Anna reached the top of the spiral staircase and found herself in the hallway where the door to Elsa’s room was located. Anna approached the door and leaned against it, pressing her ear to the wood paneling.

“Elsa,” Anna said. “Are you in there?” There wasn’t a sound, except a low whistle that seemed to be the wind coming through the castle halls. A chill came up Anna’s spine, and cold air seemed to collect at her feet.

Elsa was definitely here.

“Elsa, open the damn door,” Anna pleaded. “I know you’re in there!”

“I’lm not going,” came Elsa’s muffled reply.

“Why not? You should have been out here hours ago!”

“Anna, just go! I don’t feel like it!” Anna rolled her eyes; God, it was like they were children again, when Anna kept asking Elsa if she wanted to build a snowman.

“Okay, I’ll go. But not unless you come with me! Everyone is downstairs waiting for you!”

“Well let them wait,” Elsa shouted. “Just tell them I’m sick and can’t come down; they’ll understand!”

Anna put her hand on her face and shook her head. “Is this because you’re afraid of how they’ll react to what you are?”

There was no response to that, so Anna continued.

“They already know you’re the Snow Queen, so why hide this from them? They’ll love you all the same, just like I do…”

There was still silence, which frustrated Anna.

“Alright, that’s it,” she muttered. “I’m coming in, ready or not!” Anna pushed open the door and was suddenly hit by a massive chill. The entire room was coated in ice and snow; icicles hung from the ceiling and on the balcony railing. A canopy bed with a sheer curtain was situated on the wall on the left side of the room. On it, Elsa lay naked, surrounded by ice and writhing as she massaged her thighs with one hand while rubbing her chest with the other. Wherever her fingers touched, that part of her body was briefly coated with ice, which dissipated just as quickly.

When Anna opened the door, Elsa had been thoroughly enjoying her masturbation session, but quickly stopped and sat up to cover herself when she realized Anna was in the room.

“Jesus, don’t you knock?” she shouted in surprise as she used her cryokinetic powers to draw moisture in the room to her body, which she then manipulated to cover herself in a fairly elegant ice-blue color, diamond-like dress.

“And here I thought you were upset about not being able to find a husband. Turns out, you’re being antisocial for a whole other reason,” Anna chuckled as she made her way to the bed.

“You know, the astrologist called for clear skies tonight…” Anna teased. Elsa chuckled at the jibe and quickly cleared the room of ice and snow. Elsa scooted back onto the bed to allow Anna a spot to sit. She then drew her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees.

“So you just found something better to do with your evening, I guess?” Anna laughed as she put her arm around her sister, who then let out a meek nod.

“I’m just lonely,” Elsa confessed. “Being what I am, kinda makes this whole ‘queen’ thing a bit difficult.”

“They’re not gonna care about that, believe me,” Anna soothed. “If they didn’t have a problem with the fact that you have the ability to control ice, they won’t give two damns about the fact that you’re lesbian.”

Elsa smiled for a moment, but it quickly vanished. In the year since her coronation, she and Anna had discovered that Elsa could not become physically aroused by men.

At first, Elsa thought it was because something was physically wrong with her, but she soon found herself gazing at the chamber maidens in the same manner that she had caught Kristoff gazed at Anna from time to time. It wasn’t until Elsa finally slept with a woman in the village (whom she had later sworn to secrecy about the encounter) that she had confirmed what Anna had suspected for a while: Elsa was gay.

“But what they think there’s no point in having a queen who will never be with a king?”

“Well then in that case, Flynn and Kristoff will have to go around and change some opinions,” quipped Anna. Elsa laughed at the thought, but merely shook her head.

“The fact that I’m gay also diminishes my chances of finding that one person I’m supposed to be with,” Elsa mourned.

“You need to stop being so negative,” Anna chided her sister. “Look outside the balcony.” Anna placed a hand on her sister’s cheek and turned it towards the balcony. “Out there, somewhere, is someone just like you, who will love you for you, warts and all-”

“I don’t have warts,” Elsa stated, but her complaint fell on deaf ears.

“-and they won’t care that you’re a lesbian, or cryokinetic, either.” Anna turned her sister to face her. A tear was welling in the corner of Elsa’s eye as Anna continued. “They will love you unconditionally, almost as much as I love you.”

The tear dropped down Elsa’s cheek and she bowed her head. She placed her hand on Anna’s, and small ice crystals formed on the back of Anna’s hand. But she didn’t pull them away; this had become Elsa’s way of signaling to someone that she wanted them to stay close to her.

Anna put her hand around the back of her sister’s head and pulled her in. Elsa rested her head on Anna’s chest and traced a hand around the back of her neck, leaving small ice trails, and Anna shivered violently as Elsa did so.

“Ooh, I hate it when you do that,” Anna shook the ice off her back and fell back to the bed as Elsa laughed. Elsa lay back besides her sister and draped herself across her sister’s body.

“Why? Do you get all hot and bothered?” Elsa chuckled sinisterly as she traced a frozen finger across Anna’s collarbone. Anna gasped as the cold spread across her neckline, chilling her all the way down to her bones. But it was a relaxing chill, as though all her stress was almost literally being frozen. It was fantastic!

“Maybe,” Anna laughed in response, her teeth chattering.

“Well what about this?” Elsa placed her whole hand on Anna’s chest and Anna felt the cold begin to creep throughout her entire torso, from her breasts down to her waist and thighs. She began breathing raggedly as she felt the ice travel through her vagina; she rubbed her legs together in an attempt to scratch her itch, and a moan escaped her throat.

“Oh God yes,” Anna panted. “Oh…”

The icy sensation crept back into her chest and she could feel the ice tickle spots of her heart. A worried thought crossed Anna’s mind as she remembered that, last year, Elsa had accidentally struck Anna’s heart with her powers and it had nearly killed her. But Elsa had learned so much about controlling her powers since then that Anna wasn’t worried about it, and she trusted that Elsa knew how far she could go.

In truth, Elsa wasn’t actually freezing any part of Anna’s insides; that could kill her if she wasn’t careful. Instead, she was merely manipulating her internal temperature. Not by more than a few degrees, but for the human body, ten degrees meant the difference between your body feeling like a Popsicle and feeling like it could melt into a hot puddle any second. So even so, Elsa still had to be careful. However, she and her sister both had confidence in her abilities

“You’re a real…” Anna struggled for breath as Elsa brought the icy sensation to Anna’s lungs. “…bitch.” Anna breathed heavily and began running her hands over her chest, clasping one over Elsa’s own hand. Anna’s hand became encased in a thin layer of ice, and she used her free hand to grab Elsa by the head.

She pulled her sister in closer and closed her eyes. Elsa did the same, and their lips met. Elsa’s lips were cold and warm at the same time, and Anna attempted to catch her breath, but Elsa was playfully nibbling on Anna’s lip, causing it to briefly freeze whenever she did.

Elsa stuck her tongue in Anna’s mouth and their saliva became like snow. Anna didn’t want the kiss to end, but she pulled back, eyes still closed and lay back down on the bed. When she opened her eyes, Elsa was kneeling on the bed, head back and eyes shut, arms outstretched in the middle of changing clothes.

Instead of the ice diamond dress she had assembled when Anna walked into the room, Elsa was now wearing snow white lingerie; her stockings were barely-there snowflake patterns that revealed lots of leg skin; her garter belt was made in the same style, and a thin white thong “covered” her lady parts.

On her torso, Elsa had crafted a fairly intricate corset, big enough (barely) to hold her well-rounded breasts, ending just above her belly button. Anna watched as Elsa gathered more ice and snow and crafted little white bows on several parts of her new lingerie.

“Show off,” Anna playfully huffed as she finally caught her breath. “I ought to melt those clothes right off you.”

“Too bad you’re not pyrokinetic,” Elsa jabbed right back. “Looks like you’re gonna have to use other means to melt these clothes…” Elsa punctuated her sentence by tracing her fingers across Anna’s neck. Anna gasped loudly.

“You’re really gonna have to stop that…” Anna sad in a breathy voice. She said it, but she didn’t really mean it. She took her hand and placed it on Elsa’s waist, pulling her down on top of her. The two kissed again, and Anna rubbed her hand over Elsa’s side. Elsa kissed on Anna’s neck, and the cold sensation began again.

Elsa’s fingers danced underneath Anna’s skirt and up her soft leg, creating more ice trails as her fingers glided towards Anna’s womanhood. Anna let out a gasp as the chill of Elsa’s hands overwhelmed her, the cold that crept through the inside of her body reached her vagina again, and she began to twitch.

“Don’t… stop…” Anna gasped, but Elsa quickly removed her hand from Anna’s thighs and placed it on her belly, tracing around her belly button and waistline.

Anna suddenly wrapped her bare legs around Elsa, her high-heel clad feet sticking high into the air. As Elsa continued to touch Anna’s body, Anna felt herself growing impatient with Elsa’s teasing.

“Stop it…” she breathed heavily. “Stop teasing me…”

“No,” Elsa said simply, a devilish grin on her face.

“Please, I’m begging you-OOH!” Something cold ran its way through Anna’s slit; it wasn’t Elsa’s finger; both of her hands were on Anna’s stomach. It might have been Elsa’s tongue, but Anna couldn’t say for sure.

Anna wrestled her way out from underneath Elsa and quickly scrambled around behind her sister. Elsa reached behind in an attempt to grab Anna, but Anna was too quick; she grabbed Elsa by the shoulders and pushed her face down into the bed.

“Mmmm…” Elsa sighed. “When did little Anna become so aggressive? Anna chuckled and used her free hand to smack Elsa’s tiny rear.

“Ooh, again!” Elsa demanded. “Harder!” Anna smacked Elsa’s ass again, and Elsa jumped in delight. Anna grabbed Elsa’s cheeks and squeezed them, pulling them apart so her tight asshole was exposed. She parted her ass cheeks further, and Elsa’s pussy opened up with them. Blond pubes lined her thighs, and Anna bent down and began licking.

“Oh, damn…” Elsa groaned in delight. Anna’s tongue flicked every part of Elsa’s crotch, which was cold to the touch from the thin, frost thong. The heat from Anna’s tongue, however, quickly melted it. Elsa’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she placed a hand over her breasts, rubbing them, squeezing. She dipped her hand into the corset and pulled her breasts out so she could tweak her nipples until they were diamond-stiff.

Anna’s hands were still on Elsa’s ass, groping and squeezing the soft flesh as her tongue probed deeper into Elsa’s wet pussy. Elsa moaned softly and began bucking back onto Anna’s face; Anna responded by burying her face deeper and deeper into Elsa’s rear.

It wasn’t until she felt Elsa’s sopping wet hole tighten around her tongue that Anna finally pulled her face back. Elsa was dripping, both with melted ice and her own wetness. Anna drew a hand across Elsa’s spine, down through her ass crack until it found Elsa’s open vag. Anna wiggled one finger inside, then two. She began moving them around inside Elsa, who was moaning quietly into the bed.

“Oh God, keep going,” Elsa panted. “Oh yes! Right there…” She stifled a weeping cry, grabbing a nearby pillow and clutching it to her breast. Anna became a bit more aggressive in her motions, thrusting her fingers in and out until Elsa was gasping for air.

“I can’t breathe…” she wheezed into the pillow. Elsa’s arousal intensified, the temperature of her body in free-fall as she began losing control of her powers. The pillow she clutched became encased in a massive ice cube, and snow had begun to fall from the ceiling. Ice was radiating out from Elsa’s body and covering the bedsheets, and Anna’s hand was growing numb from Elsa’s cold pussy, but she still pressed on.

Elsa reached one hand back behind her and groped around for Anna’s thigh, finally found it and released some excess energy into Anna’s leg. Anna scooted herself closer and Elsa’s hand found Anna’s own dripping snatch. The touch of Elsa’s hand caused Anna’s entire body to shiver in chills. Elsa began sliding her fingers back and forth through Anna’s cunt, finally finding her clitoris and giving it a light pinch. Anna squealed with delight and collapsed into Elsa, bringing her free hand around to grope on her cold breasts.

Elsa was pulled back to her knees, and the pair fell backwards onto the bed. Elsa attempted to catch her breath, but Anna quickly wrapped both hands around her torso and soon had one hand back on Elsa’s breasts and the other deep in her snatch.

“Oh my God,” Elsa whispered. She weaseled herself out of Anna’s grip before she could finish, and turned around to face her sister.

“Not yet, sissy,” Elsa said. She grabbed Anna’s shoulder and pulled down the top of her dress, letting Anna’s own breasts fall free from their confinement. Anna stood off the bed and pulled the dress down around her feet and stepped out of it.

Elsa grabbed her sister’s hands, sending the icy cold up Anna’s arms. Elsa pulled her into her cold, loving embrace. She brought her hand to Anna’s head and brushed her pretty red hair out of her face, causing snow crystals to form on Anna’s mop. Anna could only smile as Elsa rested for a moment.

“I love you,” Elsa whispered into Anna’s ear.

“I love you too,” Anna replied with no hesitation. The pair smiled at each other, and Anna soon had her face buried between Elsa’s breasts. Her tongue licked both nipples, which were still cold and stiff, and playfully nibbled on them as well as the rest of Elsa’s chest.

They rolled over so Elsa was on top now, placing tiny kisses on Anna’s chest and belly, licking around her belly button and waist. Ice formed wherever she licked, moving down towards Anna’s fire-crotch. Anna found Elsa’s hands and grabbed hold of them, interlocking her fingers with Elsa’s as she moved further south. Elsa’s tongue slipped into Anna’s crack and immediately found her clit. The cold was almost too much for her, and she nearly came right then and there, but Elsa was too skilled with her tongue to let that happen.

She began licking up and down Anna’s thighs, nursing on her legs and outer lips before going back in. She began sucking Anna’s clit, and threw her tongue down Anna’s tight hole. Anna closed her eyes, ran her hands through Elsa’s blond hair and pressed herself into Elsa’s face.

“Ooh, right there,” Anna breathed with a massive smile. Everywhere Elsa’s tongue and fingers went, a thin layer of ice formed and quickly melted from Anna’s body heat, leaving nearly her entire body soaking wet.

“What did I tell you about teasing me?” Anna laughed as she sat up, pulling Elsa up with her.

“Keep doing it until you cum?” Elsa asked rhetorically. Anna laughed with her sister before placing her hands on Elsa’s head and brought it close to her’s, placing yet another kiss on Elsa’s lips, moaning passionately the entire time. Anna then put her right leg around Elsa’s waist, and the other underneath Elsa’s right leg, pushing their pussies closer until they touched.

Anna grabbed Elsa’s waist and began moving her hips about, rubbing their vulvas together. Elsa reached down and placed her thumb on Anna’s clit, making her entire pussy extremely cold.

“God, I love it when you do that, Elsa,” Anna breathed heavily as she continued moving her hips.

“What about this?” Elsa asked as she yanked Anna’s body towards her and grabbed her by the tits, making small ice crystals form on Anna’s nipples and the rest of her chest. Elsa started rubbing her body against Anna’s torso against hers, both of their hard nipples coming into contact with the others, and Anna was sent into a fit.

“I’m almost there,” she whispered into Elsa’s ear.

“Me too,” Elsa replied. Elsa threw her arms around Anna and pressed herself tight against her sister, their bodies twitching in hot anticipation of their climaxes. Despite the snow and ice in the room, both of them were sweating profusely as they neared orgasm, Elsa’s ice-lingerie long since melted away, leaving little water droplets glistening over her’s and Anna’s bodies.

Anna gave one last pelvic thrust and her clit met Elsa’s; the friction of that final thrust sent both of them over the edge. Anna tightened so hard, it felt like her pussy was no bigger than a crochet needle. She loosened just a bit, and her cum juices came dripping out like a sieve. She was dry heaving as she came, making a sound that was somewhere between a scream and an exhausted wheeze.

Elsa’s clit throbbed painfully as she quickly put her hand down there and rubbed herself quickly to alleviate the pain, giving her no less than three more rapid-fire orgasms in the span of only a few seconds before she was finally finished.

Sweat dripped from their bodies as Elsa collapsed on top of Anna, both of them exhausted and breathless. Their bodies stuck together from the sweat of their exertions, and they lay silently for a minute as Elsa used her powers to cool them both off.

“I love you, Anna,” Elsa said in between breaths.

“I love you, Elsa,” Anna replied, equally breathless. Anna kissed Elsa again, who suddenly broke into tears. She rested her head on Anna’s chest and wept.

“I love you, more than anything else in the world,” Elsa cried. “You’re my sister, and more than that, and I don’t ever want to lose you…” Tears rolled off Elsa’s cheek as she sobbed into Anna’s breasts.

Anna was somewhat shocked; she had never seen Elsa break down like this before.

“And I’ll always be here for you,” Anna replied. Elsa looked up and smiled through her tears.

“You’re all I have left in the world,” Elsa continued. “I don’t know what I’d do without you…”

Anna didn’t say another word; she didn’t have to. She grabbed Elsa’s head and pulled her close, both of them laying in silence as they regained their energy.

It was a solid ten minutes of silence before Anna piped up, “So, ready to go downstairs, Elsa?”

Elsa chuckled as she lifted her head. “I would be, but I’m really exhausted, now,” she said with a laugh.

“Just an hour or so,” Anna promised. “Then, we can come back here, and get back to what’s really important.”

“And that would be…?” Elsa asked, a look of true confusion on her face.

Anna leaned forward and whispered into her sister’s ear. The confusion disappeared and was replaced by a look that was a mix of excitement and anticipation.

“Ooh, I don’t think I’ve ever done that before,” Elsa laughed as Anna leaned back. “But what about Kristoff?”

“What about him?” Anna asked with a devilish smile. They pair burst into riotous laughter.

“You’re a terrible girlfriend, you know that?” Elsa said with a hearty giggle.

“Well, we’re only doing that on one condition,” Elsa added. “And you know what that condition is…”

“Do you really think I can do it?” Elsa asked.

“I know you can,” Anna replied. Elsa smiled and stood off the bed. She reformed her ice-dress as Anna rushed to pull her own dress back on and walked to the bedroom door.

“Well then,” Elsa said. “Time for the people of Arendelle to learn the truth about their beloved Snow Queen…”

Without another word, Elsa took Anna’s hand, fingers laced, and they walked downstairs together.

Laura, once a lesbian, has been blackmailed into a path of degradation and conditioning that has left her as nothing more than a degraded fuckbunny…

Inside The Secret Life Of A Lesbian Slut
– The Dirty Secrets Gay Women Don’t Want You To Know –
by Ingrid Pellman

When I first met Laura, she was naked, crying and being fucked by a dog.

We’d arranged to meet in a park by Laura’s house, because Laura had telephoned this magazine and said that she wanted to talk about her fascinating lifestyle. She’d dressed in the way she was accustomed to dress – short skirt, sheer lycra boob-tube, no underwear of any sort – and waited on a park bench for me. But I’d been running late, and a large labrador had taken an interest in Laura. When it sniffed at her crotch, she’d spread her legs for it and let it start to lick her pussy, and before long it had become horny and Laura had obediently removed her clothes, got down on all fours on the grass, and let it mount her.

“I hate fucking dogs,” she told me later as she dressed, wiping the tears from her face. “I hate it so much. But it’s not my choice. Males are just superior to me – all males, even if they’re dogs – and if a male wants to use my fuckhole I have to obey. I just feel grateful that the dog approved of me enough to to want to rape me, and that it enjoyed fucking me like that”

I pointed out to her she had appeared to orgasm several times from being fucked by the dog, including when it ejaculated inside her.

“My body understands what my place is in the world, and it rewards me when I’m being a good little slut,” Laura explained. “I don’t have any more choice about when I orgasm than I do about who fucks me.” She scooped the dog’s cum from her vagina as she spoke, and licked it from her fingers with what appeared to be happiness.

****

Laura is young, big-breasted, energetic, has bright pink hair, and identifies as a lesbian. Her friends call her “Kitten Tits”, but she asked to be identified as Laura for this article so that the final publication would appear under internet searches for her birth name. She lives with two other girls her age. Slavetoy, who was once called Erica, is an attractive, submissive girl who seems to worship Laura, waiting on her approval for literally everything that she does. Laura says that Slavetoy used to be her girlfriend but had been demoted to “pet”, which she says suits her better. The other girl, Candy Twat, formerly Taylor, is a lithe, petite blonde, who spent the entirety of my time with Laura completely naked, blushing furiously, and rubbing her clitoris. I am told Candy Twat is Laura’s girlfriend but she acts more like her unwilling slave.

Laura’s house is not like most people’s houses. The first thing one notices upon approaching it is that the front yard has a direct view into the master bedroom. There are no curtains, and the large window frames the bed like a pornographic video. As we walked towards the house from the park, I saw two boys, maybe 15 years old, standing on the footpath staring at Laura’s house, and some distance away an older man equally entranced. The reason became clear as we came close – Slavetoy and Candy Twat were engaged in a passionate naked 69 on the master bed, exchanging uninhibited cunnilingus in full view of the street. I watched as Candy Twat appeared to publicly orgasm from Slavetoy’s tongue, and wet liquid visibly spurted onto Slavetoy’s face – was she squirting? – and then Laura led me to the front door and we went inside.

The inside of Laura’s house is, if anything, even more confronting. The carpets and walls are coloured in suffocating shades of feminine pink. It gives the impression of being inside a strip club crossed with a schoolgirl’s bedroom.

The centrepiece of the living room is the TV, which is on, and showing explicit fetish porn of a bound woman having her breasts caned. Laura explains that the TV is always on, and always showing images like this. She says that sometimes the things on the TV replay in her dreams, and she wakes up wet and horny. Above the TV are two large canvas prints, one showing an extreme close-up of Laura’s aroused vagina with semen leaking from it, the other displaying her visibly bruised breasts after a man has recently ejaculated on them.

Many of the items of furniture have large dildos protruding from them. Laura sits on a couch featuring one of these, and unabashedly slides the phallus into her vagina as she sits. I hear a quiet buzz as it starts to vibrate inside her while she sits on it. I take a more traditional chair. Shortly afterwards, Slavetoy and Candy Twat come crawling out from the bedroom on all fours, both completely naked. Both choose to kneel on the floor rather than use the dildo chairs. Candy Twat blushingly fingers her groin as she kneels.

Laura instructs Slavetoy to fetch drinks. She apologises to me, that because I am a “bitch” she can only offer me urine or sperm to drink. I am taken aback and politely decline. Slavetoy soon returns with three wine glasses full of what the smell and colour confirm to be warm urine and passes them out to the girls, who sip from them as if it is champagne. Laura explained that the urine was from a mixture of men, dogs, and horses, as sadly they just couldn’t get men to piss in their mouths often enough to satisfy all their needs.

“I hated drinking piss at first,” she tells me, “but as I learned my place in the world I came to like it more and more. Now it just seems so natural than a dumb lesbian slut like me would drink urine. All women should drink it. It makes my pussy wet and it reminds me of what a fuckpig I am. I feel weird and nauseous now if I drink normal-people drinks.”

I watch the girls drink the urine – Candy Twat still playing with her pussy as she drinks – and I’m disgusted, but fascinated. Laura seems so happy and content like this, degraded and debased. How was this possible?

I ask if I can get my own drink – of water – and Laura says I can, so I go to the kitchen. I notice three dog bowls laid out on the floor, labelled “ERICA”, “LAURA” and “TAYLOR”. They seem to have the residue of what appears to be dog food in them. I pour a glass of water and return to sip on it.

Laura takes me on a tour of the house. It’s a brief tour. I’ve already seen the bedroom and the kitchen. She points me at the bathroom and the toilet, but tells me I can’t use them. “They’re only for visiting men,” she says. I ask her how she toilets, and she tells Candy Twat to demonstrate.

As I watch, Candy Twat crawls to the backdoor of the house, opens it, and crawls out into the backyard, still naked. The backyard is neat and attractive but I note the side fences are exceptionally low, giving a clear view from the neighbours’ yards. In fact an Indian man next door is watching these proceedings with interest.

As I watch, Candy Twat turns, still on all fours, to give the neighbour a clear view of her groin. She begins to masturbate more energetically, her fingers pumping in and out of her vagina, and then she starts to urinate. Piss spurts from her pussy and runs down her legs, pooling at her knees and soaking the grass. Clearly aroused, she lowers her head until her cheek is pressed into the dirt and her breasts are being tickled by the grass blades. Urine flows until her bladder is empty, and then a few moments later she orgasms, her whole body shaking.

She lies like that for a moment, recovering, then staggers to her feet. She licks her fingers clean, then transfers them to her vagina, scoops up more of her juices, and licks them clean again. She repeats this until she appears to be satisfied with the dryness of her groin, and then walks to an outdoor shower, turns it on, and washes. Laura tells me the shower only offers cold water. “Bitches don’t deserve comfort.” When Candy Twat is done, she comes back inside, wet and shivering, and Laura rubs her dry with a towel.

“Do you toilet this way every time?” I ask Laura as we return to the couch.

“No,” Laura says. “A lot of the time we piss in each others’ mouths. In fact none of us can orgasm now from a bitch’s tongue without pissing on her face. It’s a conditioned reaction. We orgasm, and then we just start pissing. It’s good because a lesbian who licks out another girl *should* be degraded by being pissed on. Or we just wet ourselves in public like stupid little babies. It doesn’t really matter how we toilet as long as it degrades us and makes us remember we’re disgusting fuckpigs.”

“Our car smells like piss all the time,” she told me later, “because one day Slavetoy and I wet ourselves in it because we’re stupid and whorish, and then a boy who fucks us sometimes said that seeing as we’d already ruined the car we should keep pissing in it every time we use it. We’re not allowed to wear clothes while we’re inside it, and when we get out at home we have to kneel on the road next to it and press our noses into the pissy seats and masturbate until we cum. Sometimes our neighbours watch us do that.”

***

For someone who identifies as a lesbian, it soon becomes clear that Laura has a lot of sex with men. And this, she tells me, is the secret that all lesbians are hiding.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck men,” she says. I’m on her couch, and she’s kneeling at my feet, naked. She’s starting blankly at the abuse porn on the television, and almost absentmindedly working her fingers in and out of her vagina as she squeezes her breasts with her other hand.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck men… but I didn’t want to consent to it. I wanted them to rape me. And so I cockteased them. I dressed like a big-titted slut, and I pretended to be friends with them, and I hugged them, and I hoped that one day one of them would just push me down and use me like I deserved. And when that didn’t work, I started fucking girls. I became a lesbian. I kissed pretty girls in front of men, and made out with them, and… I just got used to it.”

She looks up at me. Her face is blank, filled with a mixture of confusion, arousal and guilt. I have the very clear sense that if I leaned down and kissed her right now, she would melt, and become a submissive little toy for my pleasure.

“I didn’t know how to stop. I didn’t know how to tell men that it was okay, that even though I said no, even though I pushed them away, it was all right to just violently force me, and fuck me, and breed me, and degrade me. My lesbianism was just to entertain them, to attract them, to keep me wet and horny while I waited to be raped.”

She looks at me and says, “You know, you’d be more comfortable with your panties off.”

She is right. I’m on my third glass of water and it’s very hot in Laura’s house, and I allow Laura to reach under my skirt and slide my panties down my legs and over my high heels. She goes to throw them in a corner. “Please,” I say, stopping her. “I don’t want to lose them.”

She nods, and gently parts my legs. Then she pushes the panties up inside my vagina, forcing the lacy fabric into my sex hole, until only a small glimpse of pink fabric peeks out. I am surprised by how wet I am. It doesn’t occur to me to question what Laura is doing. Of course I should store my panties in my vagina. It seems so natural. I think how nice it might feel to store my car keys there as well, that big black fob on the keyring pushing past my cunt-lips…

“Lesbians generally fall into four categories,” Laura is telling me. “Lesbian sluts are like me. Our whole lesbianism is just like a mating display. It’s designed to attract men and get them to rape us. That’s what we want.”

“The second category is lesbian bitches. They’re the worst kind. They use their lesbianism as a way to hurt men, to deny them sex. They’re often… feminists.” It appears to physically hurt Laura to say this word. “The only way to deal with lesbian bitches is to hurt them and rape them and degrade them until they’re crying, and then do it again every day until they learn their lesson.”

Slavetoy brings me another glass of water. My vagina is so wet, and my bladder is getting full. I am uncomfortale. I stand to accept the water from Slavetoy, and as I sit I find one of the smaller, stubbier dildos prodding at my anus. I shift to get more comfortable and feel it poke pleasurably at my sphincter. I relax, and let the tip inside me.

“The third category are lesbian rapebait. They’re basically like the sluts – they want to be fucked by men – only they haven’t realised it yet. They think they only like women. But when they get raped two or three times they learn how much they like cock. I have some friends like that.”

Slavetoy sits down next to me, and leans against me. Her large, naked tits brush my arm. She nuzzles my neck. It feels good. I lean down and kiss her on the lips. Her mouth tastes like urine. It should be disgusting but somehow it’s hot, and I kiss her harder to taste more of it.

“And the fourth type of lesbian is the stupid lesbian,” Laura says. “I mean, they’re all stupid lesbians because they’re all women, but these ones are extra stupid becuase they don’t think they’re lesbians.” Laura is fiddling with my skirt. She is uncinching it. She pulls it away and my cunt is bare. I squeal, but Slavetoy is still kissing me and it’s muffled. Laura parts my legs slightly and reaches in to stroke my clitoris and I stop caring. It feels good. It feels right.

“Stupid lesbians think they’re heterosexual,” Laura says, “and they don’t realise yet that women are made for fucking. If there’s no men around, she should be raping another slut or being raped by one, and if there *are* men around but they’re not actively fucking her, she should be putting on a show with other sluts for their amusement.”

Slavetoy stops kissing me, and then whispers in my ear, “You’re such a stupid lesbian, Ingrid.” And then I feel Laura’s tongue on my clitoris and I stop caring.

***

They moved me to the master bedroom at one point, becuase Laura said they couldn’t cum anymore unless a man might be watching. They had undressed me and I was naked and people would see me but I didn’t care. Laura licked my pussy, then Candy Twat licked my pussy, and then Slavetoy and Candy Twat fucked while Laura 69ed me.

I had never licked a cunt before but Laura’s tasted so good. I knew when I made her cum she would piss on my face – and I was scared of that – but I couldn’t stop, I needed to keep tasting her twat. I licked and licked until I made her orgasm, and was rewarded by a hot spray of urine. I instinctively opened my mouth and let her piss into it. It tasted like Slavetoy’s mouth. It tasted good. I drank it all and swallowed and then, moments later, orgasmed myself. My bladder was full so I relaxed it, and immediately discovered that pissing into a girl’s mouth is one of the best experiences in the world.

Afterwards, when I regained my senses, I discovered that several men had indeed been watching me from the footpath. I blushed but Slavetoy and Laura held me down, preventing me from covering myself. Candy Twat began licking my body clean, and Laura made me blow my audience a kiss and spread my legs to give them a better look at my freshly-licked cunt.

It felt unreal. I had been a conservative and shy lover all my life and now here I was lezzing off with degraded whores in public view. I had swallowed a girl’s piss. Maybe it was the unreality that let me do it – it was so *far* past my usual inhibitions that I felt like a different person – not Ingrid Pellman at all, but a stupid piss-drinking lesbian slut living happily with her harem in a degrading fantasy brothel.

As I lay there, I asked Laura about having sex with men.

“Men are just naturally better than women,” she told me. I tried to summon an objection, but it was hard to feel the equal of anyone while lying naked in public view with cunt juices on your face and urine in your belly. “We exist,” she continued, “so that men can be entertained by fucking us, and hurting us, and cumming on us, and looking at us. We are here to have their babies and cook their meals and suck their cocks. We were given so many sensitive areas on our body – particularly our cunts and tits – so that men can control us with pain or pleasure. If I’m not pleasing a man I’m worthless.”

Candy Twat had moved to licking my cunt clean, so I used my hands to hold her face tighly against my pussy and grind against her for a bit. I asked Laura which men she had sex with.

“As many as I can,” she tells me. “I fuck my boss at work, of course. My job is basically just to be his sex toy now. That’s what I get paid for. I degrade myself for him each day and lez off with other girls while he watches and he puts his cum in or on me if he feels like it. I let my male friends rape me. I encourage them to. Some of them pay me money for it. I don’t have any friends anymore who don’t fuck me.”

She cuddles up to me and plays with my tits. “I work nights as a prostitute. Men fuck me while wearing condoms but afterwards I drink the sperm from the condoms, or feed it to Slavetoy or Candy Twat.” She guides my hand to her pussy, and I know she wants me to finger-fuck her, but instead I pinch her clitoris, for fun. She seems to enjoy that just as much.

“The worst thing is,” she says, “I seduced my brother. He loved me as a sister, as family, and I wanted him to see me as nothing but a fuckpig, so I cockteased him and cockteased him and cockteased him until he couldn’t help himself, and he raped me, and I loved it, and now he rapes me all the time. That’s what a stupid whore I am.”

I think of my own two brothers, both older than me. I think of them fucking me. I think of having Brian’s cock in my ass while Todd rapes my mouth. It’s disgusting. I’m horrified. I can’t stop picturing it. I picture my father joining in. I pull Candy Twat’s mouth tighter against my pussy.

“That’s how we got pregnant,” Laura tells me. “Me and Slavetoy and Candy Twat. My brother raped us until he impregnated us.”

***

Laura and her friends are all around six months pregnant to Laura’s brother. He didn’t want to impregnate any of them, they tell me, but they were such teasing sluts around him that they eventually overpowered his self control. They feel guilty about being such disgusting whores with him, Laura says, and about saddling him with incipient children, so they do whatever they can to service him sexually by way of payment. Laura says after the babies are born, her brother will marry Slavetoy, and then all three girls with live with him as his permanent harem.

She sounds a little unsure of herself as she says this and looks like she might cry, so I question her on it. She quickly puts a smile on her face and tells me being her brother’s fucktoy has been her fantasy since she was a little girl, and she’s so happy that he’s going to marry her former girlfriend that she masturbates to the idea every day.

The girls are all lactating by now, quite heavily. Laura tells me they worked hard to stimulate their breasts to produce milk, because “a good slut should make her tits useful”. They all take pills to increase their lactation, and they are milked several times a day.

None of them express their own milk. Laura tells me “a good slut shouldn’t be in control of her own tits”, and indeed, all three girls seem almost unable to milk themselves. They clearly want to be milked from quite early in the day, and as the pressure of milk in their breasts grows they become visibly uncomfortable. It is not until Candy Twat starts crying from her need for release that Laura takes her to the living room, has her climb up on the coffee table on all fours, places a bucket under her breasts, and begins to milk her like a cow.

Laura is not gentle to Candy Twat’s udders. She is clearly doing her best to hurt the pretty blonde’s breasts. Candy Twat cries as she is milked, but, more surprisngly, she also makes a noise. I don’t understand it at first, but then it becomes clear – she is mooing, like a cow. Laura says they have all conditioned themselves to make this noise, to remind thesmelves of what they are. They can’t help but moo when they are milked.

Laura says the girls are milked six times a day. One milking doesn’t happen until they are crying from the pain, to remind them of what they are and what they desrve. If there is a man in the house they have to moo for his attention to receive this milking. After they have had their “pain milking” they are then milked rapidly on a fairly fast schedule several times over the rest of the day. The repeated milking promotes milk production, meaning their breasts will make more milk and get fuller faster. The more often they are milked, the more often they need to be milked, and the more dependent they are on someone to squeeze the milk out of their tits.

Laura tells me she has always had large breasts, and always been ashamed of them. She thought large breasts meant she was slutty. She tells me she was right – she is slutty. Since she began lactating, her breasts have grown another two cup sizes. She tells me she feels disgusted when she sees herself in the mirror. She thinks the word “cow” whenever she sees her breasts. She can’t imagine that anyone could look at her and see a human being instead of a sub-human fucktoy.

When it comes time for Laura to be milked she crawls over to me in tears, kneeling in front of me, mooing softly. I lead her to the table and get the milking bucket, and I grip her breasts firmly. I pull down on her left breast in the milking motion I saw her use on Candy Twat. Laura gasps, and moos, and milk squirts from her tit into the bucket. I feel my pussy growing wet. I pull on her breast again, harder. I am trying to hurt her. She has told me she likes it when her breasts are hurt, because it’s what they deserve for being so big and slutty.

After a few squirts I can’t help myself. I kneel next to her and take her nipple into my mouth. She gasps, then gasps again and moos as I milk her into my mouth. Milk floods over my tongue. It tastes good. I suck eagerly at her udder while she moos and cries. I drink all the milk from that breast, and then squeeze her other tit into the bucket until it is dry.

I ask the girls what will become of their babies. They tell me they will be raised well – girls should be sluts, but not until they’re grown up. They’ll learn what they need to so that when the girls come of age they’ll be ready to spread their legs, and when the boys come of age they’ll learn to treat girls like the sluts they are.

Slavetoy is the last to need her “pain milking”, but Laura refuses to give it to her when she starts to cry. Instead, Laura gets a thick leather belt from the bedroom and uses it to beat Slavetoy’s breasts as I watch. Slavetoy screams each time the belt slaps into her milk-swollen over-sensitive breasts, and milk squirts from her nipples on each impact. Laura makes her masturbate as she is tortured, and Slavetoy frantically rubs her cunt as she is whipped in the udders again and again. Laura keeps hitting her until there are bright red welts on her breasts and no more milk is coming from her nipples. It is only then that Laura takes her to the table for the rest of her milking. It is clear that the welts make the process of having her breasts squeezed three or four times as agonising as normal. Laura rubs Slavetoy’s pussy as she milks her, and I watch Slavetoy orgasm twice while crying and in pain. Afterwards Slavetoy thanks Laura, and Laura has Slavetoy lick Laura’s cunt to orgasm.

***

Later in the afternoon I accompany Laura on a jog around her neighbourhood. Laura says her brother likes her to go on jogs like this to stay fit. However as far as I can tell the purpose of the run is less about exercise and more about further degrading Laura.

It takes Laura some time to get ready to jog. She starts by stripping naked and rubbing her pussy in front of me until she is on the edge of orgasm. Then she adds her accessories.

It starts with a vibrator in her vagina. The phallus is quite large and stuffs her uncomfortably full. The base of the vibrator has two clamps, which she attaches to her labia, wincing as she does. I note the vibrator is quite heavy and when she stands her labia bear the full weight of it. When the vibrator is switched on it makes a loud humming that can be heard several feet away. Laura is visibly distracted by it.

Next she works a butt plug into her anus. The plug is thick and uncomfortable. It sports a cute little bunny puff on its rear.

After that she places a clover clamp on her clitoris. A large round metal weight is suspended from the clamp that swings and bounces freely between her legs.

She gets my help to lift her breasts, and first places an elastic band around each tit, constricting the base and making her breasts bulge lewdly as blood is trapped inside them. It is clear this makes them much more senstive than they were before. Then she tapes a strip of metal to her chest at the base of her breasts. Semi-sharp points line the strip, pointing outwards. When I release her breasts, they rest against the strip, the spikes poking painfully at her underboob. We then get two more weighted clover clamps and attach one to each nipple.

Now we dress Laura. We wrap a short plaid skirt around her waist – so short the hem doesn’t even cover the bottom of her pubic mound. The weight hanging from her clit is clearly visible, as is the base of the vibrator protruding from her cunt. At the rear it rests above the bunny-tail buttplug, exposing basically all of her ass cheeks.

Then we give her a top. Ostensibly this is a white tube top. It has the word “FUCKTOY” written across the chest in pink and glitter. The bottom, however, has been cut away with scissors. When Laura stands still, the bottom of the top *just* covers her nipples. Each step, however, makes her breasts bounce free of it and expose themselves.

Laura gives me a pen and gets me to write on her breasts. On the left breast, at her instruction, I write “LESBIAN COCK-SLUT” and on the right I write, “YOU HAVE PERMISSION TO RAPE ME”.

Laura brings out a pair of very high heels, slips her feet into them, and teeters precariously on them. Then we get a pair of handcuffs and use them to cuff Laura’s hands behind her back. They lock. Slavetoy has the only key; Laura will not be able to free herself until we return.

Lastly, Slavetoy puts a pair of headphones on Laura’s head, playing a sound file from Laura’s iPhone. I listen to what she is hearing briefly. It is Laura’s own voice, repeating over and over, “I am a dumb lesbian slut. I deserve to be raped.” The recorded voice is broken by gasps and moans – it sounds like Laura is masturbating as she recites it. Or is being fucked.

Finally, we go for the jog.

Laura looks ridiculous. She can barely walk in the high heels, but she tries her best to jog. With each step, her boobs bounce up and down. They fly free from her top, exposing themselves to everyone. The weights on her nipple clamps bounce along with her breasts, tugging agonisingly at her nipples. Each time her tits flop down against her chest, they slam into the strip of spikes, which as far as I can tell is exceptionally painful, and milk squirts from her clamped nipples and dribbles down her breasts and stomach.

The weight on her clitoris bounces as well, tugging painfully at the most sensitive part of her body. Even from some distance away I can hear the vibrator thrumming inside her cunt. The combined effect of the vibrator distending her pussy and the plug in her ass makes her stride into a humiliating waddle. She struggles to keep her balance, and with her hands behind her back it is obvious that if she falls forward she will take the full weight of her body on her tits, crushing them agains the pavement.

She is crying after only forty metres, but at the same time I note that her inner thighs are wet with the juices of her arousal.

She tells me later the other two girls get their exercise at night, both completely naked except for weights hanging from their tits and clit. Slavetoy masturbates constantly as she walks, forbidden from removing her right hand from her cunt for any reason. Candy Twat crawls on all fours behind, dragged by a leash connected to her nipple clamps, the handle held by Slavetoy. Laura’s brother says he plans to get them a dog, both so that it can fuck Laura regularly, and so that they can connect its leash to both of their clit clamps and have it pull them along on these walks. The girls only have one stop on their walk, at the local park, where they publicly 69 each other to orgasm before returning home.

I should be disgusted by Laura’s degradation but I find it arousing. I remember pretty big-breasted girls at my high school, who cockteased the boys I had crushes on, who stole their attention, who laughed at me and excluded me from their social circles. This feels like justice, watching this large-udded lesbian crying from pain in public. I feel my groin moistening again as we jog.

We come across a loose dog during our run. There is no sign of its owner. It is a large male border collie. Laura stops as she sees it. She spreads her legs and waits. After a while the dog comes over and sniffs at her pussy. Then it licks her a couple of times.

Laura moans and sinks to her knees She is crying. I remember her saying how much she hates fucking dogs. Nevertheless she is leaning over and nuzzling underneath the dog. She finds it penis and takes it into her mouth. The dog pants happily as Laura sucks its cock. After a while it begins humping against Laura’s face and whining. Shortly thereafter, Laura pulls away, gasping. There is dog semen dribbling from her mouth. She turns and presents her ass to the dog, removing her butt plug and inviting it to rape her. But it only barks once, and then turns and trots away. Laura waits in that position until it is gone, and then awkwardly climbs to her feet.

I ask her about the experience. “It makes me feel subhuman,” she says, still crying. “Servicing a dog’s cock. But that’s exactly what I deserve. I was born to serve cocks – all cocks. Otherwise why would its cum taste so good?” Later she confesses to me that she orgasmed when she felt its sperm on her tongue.

As we jog down a fairly secluded alley, I can no longer help myself. I slap Laura across the face, grab her hair, and force her to her knees. I hurriedly raise my own skirt to expose my still-pantyless cunt, and push Laura’s face against my pussy. She accepts this without complaint. I grind my pussy against her face as she probes my slit with her tongue. What finally makes me orgasm is the thought of the dog cum in her mouth, and the idea that she might be even now pushing some of that cum up into my snatch with her tongue. I cum hard against her face, and then, as an afterthough, piss in her mouth as well. She drinks it.

On the way home, Laura wets herself. She just starts pissing as she jogs and lets it run down her legs. She tells me it is practice to becoming disinhibited so she can more easily humiliate herself in public. The other thing that happens is I push her over. I want to see her fall on those big, fat udders. It is every bit as good as I hoped – with her hands behind her back she is unable to protect herself and lands directly on her tits. When I help her up, there is a painful-looking gravel rash across the front of her breasts. I think that a girl’s boobs have never looked so pretty to me before.

***

Still, I had some doubts about Laura’s claim that all lesbians secretly wanted this lifestyle. After some questioning, Laura took me to meet some girls she knew in similar positions.

Bitch and Cunt are sisters. Bitch, formerly known as Candy, is the epitome of the bimbo Barbie – blonde hair, big fake tits, high heels. Her younger sister Cunt, 19 years old, is like a baby version of the same archetype – identical blonde hair and gorgeous body, but her breasts, although generous, haven’t yet had implants.

Bitch and Cunt are what Laura described to me as “stupid lesbians”. They had both thought they were heterosexual, until Laura raped Bitch, and then Bitch raped her sister. They had always unknowningly been lesbian sluts deep inside, Bitch told me, and once the two sisters started fucking they couldn’t stop themselves from doing it all the time. Indeed, they 69ed in front of me on the floor of my house to show off. The site of the two blonde sisters writhing naked in front of me was definitely impressive.

Their play had been unsatisfying though – they were missing something, and they knew it – until they realised that they still needed men. The whole point of lezzing off was to entertain men, Cunt told me, as she knelt naked in front of me and teased my pussy with her fingers. So the two girls had deliberately seduced their father.

Now their father rapes them, beats their tits and cunt with a belt, and pisses in their mouths, and the girls have never been happier. With prompting from Laura, Bitch tells me she has never been happier than she is now, being a bimbo lesbian fuckpet for her daddy.

I rape both girls before I leave. Cunt is the better pussy-licker of the two, but Bitch’s large fake melons are much more fun to hurt.

***

Katy, Paige, Elle, Rachael and Victoria all live with Laura’s boss from work, Alistair. I meet them at the local church, where they are all dressed in conservative Sunday dresses, but their large fake tits and whorish red lipstick put a lie to the “good little Catholic girl” image. Katy is eight months pregnant, her belly bulging against her dress. The girls are sharing deep, lingering kisses on the church steps as scandalised parishioners enter the church, averting their eyes from the lesbian sluts. There is a buzzing sound and I realise that at least some of the girls have active vibrators inside them.

Katy greets me with a long kiss on the lips and tells me that all her friends used to think that lesbianism was wrong, but now they are a happy little slutty lesbo harem for Alistair. They know being a lesbian is a sin, but Alistair makes them masturbate every night to the thought of being raped and tortured by Satan in hell for eternity until they cum, so now they are just confused little sluts and they try not to think about it.

The girls take the rear pew inside the church and I sit next to them. I notice that some of the girls immediately and surreptitiously move their hands under their skirts, and I realise they are not wearing panties and that they are masturbating. The idea of these pretty lesbians masturbating in church makes me feel hot, and so I discreetly work my own panties down to my ankles and start to gently massage my pussy as the sermon starts.

The sermon is on how women should obey and respect their fathers and their husbands. The priest is a gifted speaker and everything he says sounds very reasonable. I hear Rachael orgasm quietly next to me, and then Victoria cums as well. There is a trickling sound and I look over at Paige. She is blushing as she pisses while she masturbates, the urine soaking into her church dress, pooling on the seat, and dripping onto the floor. She looks so pretty as she pisses, her cheeks flushed, her big fake tits heaving, and I want to be like her, so I start to piss as well. It feels so unreal to be urinating in public, in a church, so much so that I don’t feel like myself. I feel like a little lesbian fuckdoll, maybe with a new fuckdoll name like Candy Twat or Bitch. Maybe I could be Piss Kitten. I like the sound of that name.

Rachael leans over and kisses me on the lips while I piss. It feels good. People are looking at us. I blush, but I don’t stop kissing her. Later, Katy tells me that all the girls are prostitutes, and a good number of the men (and some of the women) in the congregation are their clients. The same men that whisper they are disgusting sinful sluts at church come to them at night and rape them for money. When I hear this I realise these men must think I am a prostitute too.

After the church service the girls sit there in their puddles of piss until all the congregation have filed out. Then they strip off their clothes, get down on all fours, and lick up the wetness they have produced, while the priest watches. I am initially unsure what to do, but Katy undresses me, and pushes my face down into my piss, and I start to lick. It tastes gross and I gag, but Rachael, who managed to control her bladder all service, comes around behind me and starts to finger my pussy as I lick, and that helps. I lick up all the urine like a dog.

Then the priest fucks us. Actually, he wants to fuck me, because I’m the new girl. I protest, but Katy and Elle and Paige and Victoria all hold me down, bending me over the pew, my tits hanging down, and the priest undresses and sticks his cock into my cunt. I am being raped – raped for the first time in my life. He is fucking my cunt without my consent.

When I realise this I do the most humiliating thing possible – I orgasm. I orgasm from the understanding I am being raped. I blush bright red and want to die. The priest doesn’t stop fucking me, though.

Once I stop struggling, the other girls leave me to be raped and concentrate on serving the priest. Victoria kneels behind him and tongues his anus. Katy stands on the pew and offers her swollen tits for him to suck the milk from. Elle kneels in front of him, between my legs, and licks at his cock as it slides in and out of my cunt. Sometimes her tongue tickles my clit. It feels good. Rachael stands in front of me and pushes her cunt against my face, and I lick it obediently. Paige lies down on the pew to slide underneath my breasts and suckle on them.

I cum three times before the priest finally ejaculates into me. Elle licks his cum from my cunt and Katy sucks his dick clean. I realise I might be pregnant. I look at Katy with her big belly and swollen milky tits, and my cunt starts getting wet again. I put the thought from my mind.

Afterwards the priest punishes each of us for tempting him with our bodies. He asks each girl whether their tits or their cunt have been more sinful, and then gives that part of them 20 lashes with his leather belt. Katy, Paige and Elle nominate their tits as their most sinful part. Rachel and Victoria say their cunt, and spread their legs to let the leather deliver its painful kiss to their pussies.

I get whipped too, of course. Clearly it is my cunt, still dripping from our sex, that is the guilty part of me. I lie on my back with my legs spread and he belts my cunt until I start to cry. I am weeping, but on the 20th stroke I orgasm, and it is the largest, most powerful orgasm I have had in my life. It feels like my body rejoicing in finally being treated correctly. Paige laughs at me as I orgasm but afterwards she kisses me on the lips and tells me I am a good slut. Those words make me happier than I have ever felt before.

***

The last lesbian I talk to is Amy, a friend of Laura’s who works at a research institute called the Mayim Clinic. She is a pretty redhead. She makes me undress before she will talk to me, and tells me to masturbate as she talks. I do.

“Laura is right,” she tells me. “All women are lesbians – or at least all women ultimately think with their cunts, and are just as happy to have their cunt pleased by a woman – or a dog – as by a man. All women need to be controlled. They feel happier in slavery, and with proper training they experience pain and degradation as pleasure. There is no great trick to making a woman realise this – if she does not understand it by herself, she just needs to be raped until it is clear to her.”

I nod, still masturbating.

“The problem is some lesbians don’t understand that their sexuality exists only to enslave them for the pleasure of men. They feel sexual desire in order to make them stupid and obedient. They have sensitive cunts and tits so that men can hurt them there, to punish or reward them. If women were intended to be able to run away from men they wouldn’t grow tits that flop so painfully as they jog.”

I think of Laura’s whorish jogging routine, her whole body and sexuality conspiring to make her pathetic and vulnerable and slutty.

“At the Mayim Clinic we run programs to help women resolve these problems, and throw off any conditioning they may have received from society about what they should and shouldn’t do with their sexuality. We help them become happy and useful. You want to be happy and useful, don’t you, Ingrid?”

I do. I nod. Doesn’t every woman?

“Any woman who wants to become happy can come to us here at the Mayim Clinic. I’m happy to say that as a result of recent trials, we are able to go public with our services, which are fully subsidisied by generous anonymous donors. Now any woman can take our treatment and be the best version of herself.”

“That sounds wonderful,” I say delightedly. It feels so good to rub my pussy.

“It is,” Amy tells me. “Not every woman knows she needs to be made happy, though. We’re working on legislation that will make us a legal treatment for a range of mental health disorders, including lesbianism, frigidity, bitchiness, and feminism. Once it’s passed the courts will be able to send a lot of unhappy women here free of charge. But in the meantime, if you know an unhappy woman, and you can’t get her to see us, the best thing you can do for her is rape her repeatedly, until you see the desired behaviour change.”

I nod. I understand. Being raped by the priest the other day helped me understand what I wanted from life.

“Good girl,” Amy tells me, and strokes my hair. “Now, be a well-behaved slut and beg me to beat your tits and piss in your mouth.”

I do. And I thank her afterwards.

***

As I write this, Laura is licking my pussy. My editor says he loves the story I have written him. I think he is going to rape me when I deliver it. My cunt tingles in anticipation. He says he cannot change my byline to “Piss Kitten”, no matter how much I beg, unless I legally change my name to that. I think he is lying but the thought of my real name being Piss Kitten, and it being on all my ID, makes me sopping wet so I will investigate that tomorrow.

I have booked myself into the Mayim Clinic for an intensive course after I submit this article. Amy says I barely need it, that I am a natural submissive whore, and when she said that I felt so proud and happy that I almost orgasmed. She spent hours with me helping me make plans to rape and blackmail my female friends so I will have lots of people to lick my pussy all the time, and we have made a date to convert my house to something more suitable for a lesbian slut like Laura’s place.

This article will be published with my full address, and Laura’s as well. There are no locks on the doors. Laura and I both give our full consent to any reader to rape us.

Because it’s what we deserve. Because it’s what all lesbian sluts like us deserve.

– Ingrid Pellman (Piss Kitten)

Time to party

It was almost 8pm by the time we had finished the pizza. We all sat there with full belly’s and chatted about a range of completely unimportant things like pizza box design, best pizza topping (Pepperoni FYI – although Emma put forward Anchovies…..wtf?), people you’d most like to have dinner with (mine was Robin Williams, Dave Grohl and Bill Hicks – Emma went for Amy Poehler, Angelina Jolie and Jennifer Lawrence – Becky chose Jesus, Satan and Gautama Buddha) and general rubbish like that.

I could feel myself flagging a bit. I was looking forward to getting Becky in bed. I could do with a really good session to clear away the remaining mist from this morning.

I got up and picked up the pizza boxes. I folded them up and put them in the recycling like a good model citizen. As I turned around Becky came into the kitchen and headed straight for the fridge. She opened the door and pulled out a bottle of Prosecco.

“Emma and I are going to have a drink.”

The thought of alcohol made my stomach churn, “Not for me thanks.”

“Hmmmm, I don’t recall actually offering one to you.” She smiled a cheeky smile and walked back to the lounge with 2 glasses. I watched as she opened the bottle and laughed when the cork popped and the girls screamed in delight.

I continued to clean the kitchen while the girls chatted away with each other. Gasps, screams, laughter and whispers suggested that they were getting on like a house on fire. After 20 odd minutes of cleaning and tidying up I made my way back into the lounge area.

The first thing I noticed was that the bottle of Prosecco was almost empty. They were caning it. Both the girls had the rosy complexion that people tend to get when starting to feel the effects of alcohol.

Becky stood up, “Miiiiiicky, I want to be honest with you. Emma and I have decided that we’re going out and that you are going to let us.”

I didn’t want to be a killjoy but I could feel the strains of the day tugging at my eyelids, “Guys I don’t know if I’m up for it.”

This sent the girls into a witches coven of cackling.

“This is our night Micky. You wouldn’t be able to keep up.” Emma chimed in.

I was trying to look hurt but I was actually relieved that I was going to spend tonight in.

“Alright, you might as well enjoy your youth.”

The girls squealed again and ran down the hallway to get changed. I followed Becky down into my room to find her opening her bag that she had brought over.

“Lucky I pack for all eventualities.”

She pulled out a little black dress and lay it on the bed. She also took out some shoes, lacy panties, matching bra and a makeup bag.

“Right, you can go and get me another glass of wine, and make sure you bring one for Emma as well.”

I shuffled out of my room to perform my butler duties. I could see that my sexy night wasn’t going to happen quite the way I thought but it was really great to see Emma smiling and laughing. Maybe we would get through this.

I poured each of the girls a large glass of Prosecco from the second bottle in the fridge and the remaining amount left in the first bottle. I walked back along the hallway and tapped on Emma’s door.

“Refreshments!”

The door opened and a half made up Emma popped her head around. “Thanks Micky.”

“No probs sweetie.”

As she took the glass she grasped my hand, “No really Micky…..thanks.”

She took the glass and closed the door. I stood there with a smile on my face. Obviously I knew we had a long way to go but it was nice to know that a beginning had been made.

I walked down to my room and opened the door. I was greeted by Becky in her black dress standing in front of the mirror sorting her hair out. I could only see her from behind but liked what I saw. Her dress was very short. It had a high neck line with tiny sleeves. The bodice clung to her body and then flowed out into the skirt just past her hips. The length was barely mid-thigh and her smooth slightly tanned shaved legs look exquisite. I put her glass of wine on the bedside table and stepped up behind her.

Without any hesitation I unzipped my jeans and stepped out of them and my boxers. I put my arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

“Micky, I’m trying to get ready.” she giggled.

“You can still get ready.” I whispered.

I moved one of my hands up to her breast and massaged it. With the material of the dress and the protection of the bra in between my hand and her tit I could feel the bulk of her but no detail. My other hand moved down over her belly and then around her hip. I lifted up the loose material of her dress and pressed my hand against her hip and thigh my other hand doing the same on the other side. She continued to brush and tease her hair but with the occasional gasp escaping her mouth. I reached around with my hands and found the warmth of her crotch. She let me know it was OK to proceed by opening her stance a little and allowing me easy access.

I ground my fingers against the lacy material covering her pussy. I could feel the heat and the soft give. She leaned forward with her hands on the top of the dressing table, the brush falling to the floor. He head lolled backwards and then dropped forward as my fingers continued to rotate on her covered swollen labia.

She move her legs back together, “Take my pants off Micky. Fuck me.”

I complied immediately. I found the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. They fell to the floor and she lifted one of her legs so that she could open her stance again. I pushed her dress up and was greeted by her perfect arse cheeks. She leaned forward even more so that her chin was almost touching the top of the dressing table.

My raging erection was impatient and needed only a small amount of guiding to find her wet cunt. The head slipped along her slit a few times until it buried itself inside her. She let out a small moan as I gradually inserted myself into her. Her all encompassing warmth and tightness, which now felt so familiar, still caused me to groan with pleasure.

I started to pull back and then push back in to her. She removed one of her arms from the dresser and reached underneath herself to rub her clit. With her excitement increasing all the time so did her wetness. My cock was now pounding in and out of her. I was thrusting right up to the hilt and then pulling back out almost to the head and then repeating.

I could hear myself grunting a little with the effort. I didn’t want to be too loud as Emma didn’t need to hear this. Becky was obviously thinking the same as her strained words were half whispered.

“Oh yeah Micky…..that’s it,….ooooh Micky fuck me hard……harder…….really hard Micky…..”

The sexiness of her voice uttering those words to me gave me even more energy. I rammed home all 8 inches of my rock hard member into her tight wet hole. The dressing table starting to bang against the wall. I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted to fuck her as deeply as I could. My pace had quickened and now the dressing table was rocking and rolling. Becky was now powerless to keep her voice down. She let out a low growl.

“Oh that hurts so fucken good Micky……cum inside me…..cum deep inside me.”

My thrusting was just primal now. Animalistic. The sight of my beautiful Becky being slammed up against the dresser was too much. I unloaded my seed into her. With each ripple of release I made sure I was inside her as deep as possible. As my orgasm subsided I paused for breath.

Becky laughed a tired laugh, “Oh my god that was amazing. I think we were a bit loud.”

“Sorry about that. I saw you in the dress and….well….I was powerless. You look stunning.”

She stood up and turned to me. “I need to get cleaned up.” With that she lifted her dress and placed my semi erect cock on her crotch. She reached up and kissed me deeply on the mouth.

Becky broke away from the kiss and smiled, “I wanted to kiss you but didn’t want to get cum on my dress so I needed to park it somewhere.”

She picked up her panties from the floor and walked through to my small en suite and closed the door.

I sat on the bed and retrieved my boxers and trousers. I put them on and stood up. I walked over to the dresser and picked up some of the things that had fallen off. I cringed a little knowing that Emma would have heard some of our fucking. I stepped back to the bed and lay down on the soft covers.

Ten minutes later Becky emerged from the en suite looking as beautiful and fresh as usual.

She sat down on the bed, “Sorry about that, you really filled me up.”

“Apparently making love to a beautiful woman creates more cum…..probably not able to be scientifically proven….but I can see the logic.”

She laugh, “Making love?”

I blushed, “Well you know, fucking, or whatever.”

She leaned over and kissed me, “I like it when you say making love.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

“Becky!! I’ve called a taxi, let’s go.” Came Emma’s voice from outside the room in the hallway.

Becky looked at me smiling, “Oooooooo……I know she heard us. God I hope she’s OK with it!”

“I’m sure she’ll be fine. Come on, let me walk you out.”

We got up and walked into the hallway. I saw Emma and almost fell over. She was wearing a low cut silky singlet top with a strapless bra. The top hung down just below her waist. Under that she was wearing a very tight, burgundy mini skirt with bare legs and high heels. She looked…..well…..regardless of anything that had taken place over the last 24 hours, she looked absolutely amazing. Becky noticed straight away.

“Oh my God Emma, you look incredible!”

“Really?”

“Are you kidding me,” she turned around to me, “Sorry Micky, I’m going home with Emma tonight!”

I laughed, “Well make sure you look after her. She’s important to me.”

“You have my word,” She turned back round to Emma, “right you ridiculously attractive girl. Let’s go!”

They tottered off to the front door. I couldn’t keep my eyes off Becky’s legs. Long slim and tanned and beautifully stemming from her perfect arse.

Becky turned around, “Right, we’ll see you later. If we are drunk we will make some noise. If we are sober…well….it doesn’t matter cause that isn’t going to happen.”

She gave me a kiss and walked out the door.

Emma gave me a kiss on the cheek, “Make sure you have bacon for us tomorrow morning. This is important Micky….bacon….lots of bacon.”

She giggled and walked out the door closing it behind her.

So there it was, my girlfriend going out on a night out with my daughter. I on the other hand was going to have a shower. Watch some TV and then go to bed…..because sometimes being middle aged is just like that.

—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————–

I almost ran down the hallway to get dressed. When Becky had told me we should go out I almost did a little dance of joy. The more I thought about it the more I realized that I needed to just get out there and have some fun. And I think Becky knew how to have fun.

I stopped outside my bedroom door and saw Becky walk past into Micky’s room. Micky walked in shortly after.

I opened my door and went in to see what I could find to wear. I wanted to look good, for myself, but also for Becky. I really wanted her to notice me. It was wrong to try and impress her as she was Micky’s girlfriend but I couldn’t help the feelings that had grown so quickly inside me.

I chose my little burgundy skirt which always impressed and my new singlet top which had the added bonus of showing off my cleavage. I lay the clothes on the bed and went about getting my makeup sorted. After a few minutes there was a knock at the door.

“Refreshments!” came the muffled voice

I was standing in my room in a t-shirt and pants so I stood behind the door when I opened it and peered around it. Micky was standing there holding a large glass of wine.

“Thanks Micky.”

“No probs sweetie.” he replied

I reached out and grabbed his hand, “No really Micky…..thanks.”

It warmed my heart to see a smile spread along his face. The situation was horrible, but Micky had impressed me with his sensitivity.

I closed the door and took a big sip of my wine. I was already feeling the buzz of the last bottle but felt energized with the new cold glass in my hand.

I carried on with my makeup and hair and then started to put on my ‘war clothes’. I took off my t-shirt and bra and picked up my strapless one. I clasped it around my back and began the process of pushing and jiggling my breasts into the cups. It lifted me up and created some impressive cleavage. I stood in front of the mirror and made sure I looked good in my underwear. I did. I looked great. Well….I thought I did.

I pulled on my skirt and smoothed it against my bottom and belly. I looked in the mirror again and loved seeing the way the skirt showed my toned thighs and my flat belly flowing down into my pubic mound. I had another drink of my wine and turned around to check how my arse was looking. I was feeling good.

The silk top sat nicely on my shoulders and chest. It was revealing but not in a slutty way. I liked the way that it sat just below my waist so that my toned belly would show itself off if my arms raised a little bit.

The whole ensemble made me feel sexy and confident so I did what most teenage girls did. I took some selfies. Most of the selfies were me standing in front of the mirror pulling the usual poses. But perhaps because of the wine I also took some more risqué ones. Bending forward and showing off my cleavage, bending over the bed to get a good shot of my dress pulled tightly over my arse and a couple with me sitting on the bed with my legs open showing off my panties. I giggled as I scrolled through the photos, deleting the ones that were blurred or unflattering.

I wasn’t sure what the sound was at first. I thought it was the front door so I got up and pulled my skirt back down. I walked out of my room and started heading down the hallway to the front door. I stopped in my tracks. It was obvious that the sound was not coming from the front door. It was coming from Micky’s room.

It was a rhythmical banging but it was accompanied by human sounds as well. I knew straight away what it was. Micky was fucking Becky.

Judging by the sounds it was obviously a pretty physical session. I could hear Micky’s grunts of effort or pleasure. I heard Becky’s voice scream out some words, I couldn’t make it out but it sounded like she was saying ‘harder’.

I closed my eyes and pictured Becky naked being fucked by a faceless man. I could picture her in the smallest detail, the sweat on the small of her back, the way her pussy would stretch around the girth of the man’s cock, her hard nipples and her bottom lip being bitten just as she orgasmed.

I opened my eyes and realized that I was fingering myself along with the thumps. All my thoughts thankfully on Becky. Just as the sexual noises stopped I felt myself approaching the edge of my pleasure. I turned back to my room from the hallway and closed the door behind me. I stood in front of the mirror, lifted my skirt and pulled my panties aside. I looked at my reflection as I feverishly continued to masturbate myself. I stared as I watched my fingers disappear inside me. As I drew them out they were slick and shiny.

I picked up my phone and turned the camera to movie mode. I filmed my fingers sliding up and down my moist slit and invading my hole. I lay down on the bed and continued the filming as I rubbed and manipulated my clit. My orgasm came quickly. It seemed to be solely situated around my crotch. The tingle turned into a huge wave of delight. I kept the camera running and only turned it off when I had calmed my breathing down.

I stood up and made sure my clothing was OK. It was. I made a quick call to a taxi company and booked a taxi. I opened the bedroom door and quickly ran into the bathroom and washed my hands. I walked back into the hallway and shouted, “Becky!! I’ve called a taxi, let’s go.”

I waited in the hallway, my heart was pounding. I wasn’t sure if it was due to my earlier orgasm or if it was because I was nervous and excited at seeing Becky.

Micky’s door opened and Becky stepped out. My eyes must have looked like saucers. She looked stunning, beautiful, sexy…..I literally didn’t have words in my vocabulary to describe how good she looked. Her long legs were even more shapely in her high heels. The length of her dress showed off her incredibly smooth, toned thighs. Her large breasts sat majestically on her chest. The dress contained them, but only just. Her hair was stylish, make up flawless and her smile infectious.

“Oh my God Emma, you look incredible!” Becky squealed.

“Really?”

“Are you kidding me,” she turned around to Micky, “Sorry Micky, I’m going home with Emma tonight!”

Micky replied, “Well make sure you look after her. She’s important to me.”

“You have my word,” She turned back round to me, “right you ridiculously attractive girl. Let’s go!”

She put her arm through mine and we trotted off to the front door to grab our coats. Becky turned around to Micky, “Right, we’ll see you later. If we are drunk we will make some noise. If we are sober…well….it doesn’t matter cause that isn’t going to happen.”

She kissed him on the cheek and opened the door.

I leaned up to Micky and gave him a soft peck on the cheek. I looked him in the eyes and with the most serious expression I could muster said to him, “Make sure you have bacon for us tomorrow morning. This is important Micky….bacon….lots of bacon.”

I smiled, turned around, walked through the door and closed it behind me. Becky was waiting and gave me a huge hug, “We’re going to have such a good night tonight!”

She grabbed me by the hand and we click clacked our way down the corridor and stepped into the night.

—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————–

We had decided to head to a bar first. We hopped out of the taxi outside of Joe Mulligans Irish bar. It was basically a normal bar but had a neon shamrock above the door, some Irish looking decorations on the walls and they served Guinness. Therefore as much of an Irish Bar as Pizza Hut is Italian.

As we walked through the door I felt eyes from all over the bar on us. Well probably more on Becky but I was in the same area as her so probably got a few glances as well. We found a table near the front of the bar and sat down.

“Should we start with shots?” Becky asked.

“Hmmmm, I might go another wine…you know…..keeping in step with this classy establishment.”

Becky laughed, “Very true. I’ll get these ones.”

She stood up and made her way to the bar. Within 10 seconds she had a guy offering to pay for her drinks. Becky chatted a little with him, laughed and then said thank you. She walked back to the table unable to see the guy’s tongue hanging out and his mates giving him grief for missing out on the opportunity to invite us over.

“Seemed like a nice guy.” I said smiling

“Oh he was a real charmer. Actually thought a pick up line would work on me.”

“What was the line.”

“Oh you’ll love this one. So do you like stories about trees? Well how about a root.”

I cracked up laughing, “Oh Jesus why do they think these things actually work.”

“Well I don’t think he was being serious but you do have to wonder.”

We chatted between ourselves about trivial stuff. I asked her about her job. She asked me about my studies. During this time we were approached by quite a few guys. Some nice, some horrid. We got talking to a guy called Stefan and his friend Willem. They were Dutch students over here studying for a year. They were both very tall which made me feel like a Hobbit. A good deal of joking within the conversation was about my height or lack thereof. They sat with us for just over an hour. They were great company and spoke to Becky AND me which made me feel good considering that most of the guys that had come over were interested only in Becky. They told us about a dance night that was happening in a club called Shed 30. Apparently, according to them, it was going to be massive and that there were going to be a couple of international DJ’s playing.

They gave us the flyer and told us if we were interested they would be leaving in 10 minutes but would get one more round of drinks in. They got up from the table and walked to the bar.

“I’m pretty keen to go this Emma.”

I looked at the flyer, “It does look pretty good. I’ve heard of Pete Tong before, I think he’s pretty big.”

“Should we do it?”

“Why the hell not. We’re all dressed up and the night is young.”

“And it has to be better than this place,” Becky quipped.

Stefan and Willem came back to the table a short while later with 4 shots of tequila and asked us if it was a celebratory shot or a commiseration shot. They looked genuinely happy when we said celebratory.

We all threw back the shots and hopped up to leave. I could see the faces of disappointment as we picked up our stuff. Disappointment and envy. These two tall but relatively plain looking guys leaving with the two hottest girls in the bar.

We stepped out into the cool night air and managed to get a taxi quickly. We headed off to the club, the conversation still easy and relaxed.

As we got to the club we could see a steady stream of people heading for the doors. We saw every imaginable type of stereotype filtering down the lane to the front doors of the club. Brightly coloured ravers, all in black Emo Goths, preppy college guys, tie dyed hippies, dressed to the nines ‘it’ girls and flamboyant gay men completely covered in glitter, paint and fluro lights.

We jumped out of the taxi and joined the throng. The line, unlike most club lines, was good natured and happy. Judging by the wide eyes and huge pupils the atmosphere was not exactly a naturally occurring one. In the space of 50 metres we were offered almost every type of party drug known to man. MDMA, Coke, poppers, speed, E, Special K, herbal highs, acid, mushrooms. We politely said no and in keeping with the relaxed atmosphere the dealers just carried on down the line wishing us the best for the night.

Willem told us that if we were wanting something to wait until we got inside otherwise we’d get searched. I looked at Becky and she shrugged her shoulders. Not sure if it was a confirmation that it sounded like the best idea or that she didn’t know what they were talking about.

We paid the entry at the door and walked in. We thought that the venue had grossly underestimated how many people would come to the night. As we walked through the door it opened up into a small bar sized room. Judging by the huge line outside it was going to be cramped. This of course all changed when Stefan and Willem lead us through the at the back of the bar and we walked into the auditorium.

It was a huge old warehouse, probably about 100 metres by 40 metres. At the far end of the ‘room’ there was a stage with a raised platform with the DJ area on it. Behind it there were massive screens that were on some sort of psychedelic screen saver. There were 2 huge stacks of speakers facing out to the rapidly filling dance floor. Behind us, 2 more hanging racks of speakers pointed back towards the stage. The dance floor was essentially ready to be hit from all sides by sound.

There was a long bar on the back wall selling energy drinks, soft drinks, water and bottled beer. Stefan got us all some beers and we found a place on the dance floor.

Conversation was easy with the strangers of the crowd. Everyone was excited as it was going to be a ‘banging’ night. We received random hugs from loved up punters and offers of more drugs from a clean cut college guy that looked like he was a poster child for healthy living.

Willem asked us if we wanted anything other than alcohol. I looked at Becky and she looked at me. Did he mean drugs? He must have meant drugs. What were most people doing nowadays at raves…..E….?

“I guess we could try some E?” I said unsure that I was even calling it the right name.

Becky took me aside, “Have you ever done E before?”

“No. I’ve smoke weed but that’s about it.”

“What do you think?”

“I reckon we should try it…..when in Rome.”

“Romans were clubbers?” Becky smiled.

I went over to Willem and told him that we’d get some E. He asked me if we had done it before and I told him it’d be our first time. He suggested that we do MDMA first as it would probably be a little less intense and more likely cleaner than the E.

He walked off and came back about 10 minutes later with a small bag with white pills in it. He told us that the guy he gets his stuff through makes it himself. The pills, unlike E, contained pretty much nothing but pure MDMA. He took one out and split it in half. He offered half to me and half to Becky. We swallowed them down with a gulp of beer and waited.

We heard a cheer erupting from the stage and slowly filtered back to us near the back. We could see a small shadow up near the DJ’s desk and about 5 seconds after that a loud voice in a strange distorted accent backed with melodic chimes announced that:

‘We’ve come here to dance, dance with those who choose love and music over hate and fear…….tonight people……tonight….we….. EXPLODE!”

The whole space suddenly filled with a deep loud bass. Hundreds of glow sticks lifted to the ceiling as the beat established itself over a simple melody. The wall of noise crashed straight through my chest. The melody was simple but the huge thumping bass and hypnotic rhythm lifted it to another dimension. I found myself smiling at the sheer power of it all. Laser’s, lights, smoke and writhing bodies created a tribal scene. We all seemed to be on the same page, wanting to share the same experience.

The music surged to a crescendo, people all around me started cheering, whistling and hugging. It felt like the music could go no higher, no further and when it got a point that it seemed it would plateau it cut out creating a moment of silence. The silence was then obliterated with an all-out attack of the same melody and bass. After the initial grandeur and tension the track relaxed into a repetitive driving beat that caused the whole room to move to its pulse.

I turned to see Becky bouncing along with the beat. She saw me and jumped over and gave me a huge hug.

“OH MY GOD, THIS IS INCREDIBLE!” She shouted.

I laughed and allowed the feeling of her hug to wash over me. She broke away and we both moved to the beat. It wasn’t about dance moves or even looking good while dancing. It was just about moving, feeling, experiencing the music. Any fear of being laughed at for dancing like an idiot were soon gone. All shapes and sizes moved, bounced, jumped, bopped, fluttered and stomped. After 3 tracks I was oblivious to others around me. We were a giant moving organism with no other purpose in life but to move to the beat.

Then it happened. The back of my throat started to tickle. I thought my throat was closing up, it felt impossibly dry and then suddenly that feeling that you’re about to be sick washed over me. I stopped dancing and stood very still. I clasp my hand to my chest and could feel my heart beating like a freight train. Willem saw me and stopped dancing. He came over to me and whispered in my ear.

“Just breathe. Deep breaths it will pass.”

He held my hand and looked me in the eye. My focus was on him, his kind face my harbor in the storm that was raging in my chest, stomach and head.

And then…….sweet nirvana.

My body fell away. The fear, the panic left me. It was replaced by colour. I became acutely aware of how soft and warm Willem’s hand was in mine. I smiled. I felt an energy start from my head and explode through my body. My feelings became more than my body could handle. I threw my head back and shuddered at the intensity of my experience. I felt like I wanted to stretch every limb, every muscle in my body. As I opened my eyes I saw that Becky was experiencing the rush as well.

Becky was clinging on to Stefan. She was laughing and seemed to not be in complete control of her body. I could see her eyes. They looked like a cartoon . Huge white circles with massive black discs where the pupil was. She saw me looking at her and she moved towards me.

In my altered state she seemed to move like a vapor. Her perfect body seemingly floating on the air around us. She pulled me in to a hug. The intense sensations caused me to have an almost orgasmic reaction. Every nerve in my body accepted her touch and then magnified it. I felt her mouth close to my ear.

“This is amazing.” She said in her beautiful voice.

“I know. I feel so…..so good.”

We looked at each other and laughed. The best we could come up with to describe this transition was ‘good’.

For the next few hours we danced. Stefan and Willem were fantastic ‘guides’ to this new scene. They kept checking we were OK and that we were drinking enough water.

The music never really changed. It was track after track of uplifting dance music. But it didn’t matter. Every song felt new and exciting. Everyone around us were our new friends. People that even though we only just met or indeed danced next to would be lifelong friends. The times we did stop for a breather we were treated to massages. Nothing aggressive, just people sharing the same space of reality offering soothing touches.

As the second to last (and most awaited) DJ took up residence behind the decks, Willem gave us another half pill each. Without hesitation we swallowed it and 20 minutes later we were both experiencing the electric rush again. The music coursed through us. I knew I was a sweaty mess but didn’t care. Neither did the 5 or 6 hundred people in the massive club.

I checked my phone and realized that it was almost 2 in the morning when the final DJ came on. According to Stefan he was the wind down. His music was slower, less bass, more about melody and relaxation.

Willem walked up to me and took me in his arms. He was at least a foot and a half taller than me. It must have looked ridiculous. He held on to me tightly and I buried my head into his chest. His hands were stroking my back under my top. The feeling was almost like sex. I felt myself getting a little wet but then pushed away.

“Willem I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to lead you on. I’m not interested in anything with you like that.”

He stepped back and looked at me. He burst out laughing and pulled me in for a bigger more encompassing hug. I was confused and unable to process what had just happened. Was he not going to take no for an answer?

He broke the hug and walked me over to where Stefan was giving Becky a back rub. He bent down and said something to them both and they both broke into laughter. Becky stood up and put her arm around me.

“Willem and Stefan are together Emma…..you know…..Gay.”

I looked at them and must of blushed because they both came over and gave us a big group hug.

“I’m sorry Willem. I must have sounded like a right idiot.”

“Not at all Emma. You have been amazing all night.” he said in his lovely accent.

The final tracks were starting to play. Beautiful soundscapes that with the help of the lighting created a surreal place of solitude within the club. Becky lead me back to the dance floor and pulled me in for a slow dance.

At last! Time to just be around Becky. I held her tightly as we swayed to the music. It was slow and sensual. I can only describe it as the sort of sound that Enigma produced in the 90’s. My ex-boyfriend had played them often when he was trying to create a mood. It seldom worked. But in this environment it was perfect. Soon Becky and I were swaying in complete harmony with each other still riding on the waves of the MDMA.

As she held me I felt her hands dropping towards my bottom. Soon her hands were gripping my arse cheeks and gently squeezing them. Her grasp caused my pubic bone to press up against her. With the subtle sway we had it was proving to be quite pleasurable. Still her hands squeezed and caressed my arse.

Becky moved a little and placed her foot next to mine between my legs. She pushed my foot out a bit so that my legs were a little spread. She then moved her leg so it was in between mine. She pushed me from my arse and I felt my pubic mound press up against her mid-thigh. I froze a little. The girl that I had apparently fallen for in the space of a few hours was letting me rub myself up against her.

Slowly at first I started to incorporate hip grinding moves into my dancing, My skirt was short enough that it was my panty covered pussy that rubbed up against her thigh. With each gyration of my hips I received a little bit of friction against my rapidly moistening slit . I looked up at her and saw that she was looking at me.

She smiled. For a split second I thought she was leaning in to kiss me. Then her soft lips touched mine. This was happening…..oh sweet Jesus this was happening. We held each other like that for a few seconds and then I felt her lips part. I followed her lead. I almost fainted from joy when her tongue emerged from her mouth and licked my lips. I accepted her into my mouth and then proceeded to return the gesture. I could sense her smiling. I stopped rubbing myself against her thigh and concentrated on the kiss. We were now kissing deeply. Her tongue probing into me mouth and then retreating when mine pushed into hers. She still had hold of my arse and I could feel her crotch pressing into my navel.

The kiss was magical. Her femininity was what I had craved in a partner since realizing my preference. Her lips were soft and still tasted of raspberry lip balm. Her tongue was delicate and sensual. Her body was slim but curvy and it felt glorious in my embrace. In that moment I knew that I was a lesbian. I knew that it was how I wanted to feel when I kissed someone.

“Awwwwww….you guys are so cute.”

The spell was broken. Stefan and Willem stared at us with big goofy grins on their faces.

“You fancy heading to ours for an early morning chill?”

“We’d love to.” came Becky’s reply. “You OK with that Emma?”

I nodded. I got out my phone and text Micky to say that we were fine and heading to a friends house for a ‘nightcap’. I told him to remember the bacon.

We went to the cloak room and picked up jackets and bags. The place was still packed so it was perhaps a good time to leave before the rush began. As we headed outside there was a never ending queue of taxi’s. We hopped into one and Stefan gave the driver the address.

Willem pulled me in close. At first I was reluctant because I wanted to return to Becky’s embrace….but after a few seconds I was pleased with the outcome. Willem smelt amazing and his strong arms made me feel warm and safe. I looked across the taxi to Becky who was sitting with her head resting on Stefan’s shoulder. She looked at me and blew me a kiss.

In that moment I knew that I wanted to be with Becky. In that same moment I knew that in order for that to happen I would have to risk breaking my Father’s heart.

A cheerleader desires to fuck her fellow cheer mates before the screaming crowd and the futa-fairy answers her desires.

I stared at myself in the mirror, my hips cocked, swirling my pleated, green cheerleading skirts about my supple thighs. Watching that skirt flutter sent an excited shiver through me. Especially because the dildo thrusting through the pleats.

I looked so hot. My brown hair was pulled back into a fun and perky ponytail, something perfect for cheerleading, keeping my hair out of my gorgeous, twenty-year-old face. I had such smooth cheeks and lush lips and hazel eyes with little flecks of gold in them. My sleeveless top, called a shell, was just a little too small for me, clinging to round breasts, my nipples prominent through my sports bra and top, two small points jutting out on the white fabric alongside the snarling jaguar, our college’s mascot.

It was why us cheerleaders at Washington High were called the Pussycats.

I loved it. My fellow Pussycats and I were all so hot. Oh, I loved seeing them prance around in their tight skirts, shaking their pompoms, wiggling their asses. It made me so wet. My pussy clenched, my clit throbbing beneath my panties and white spankies, the tight bloomers cheerleaders wore over their panties, covered in green sparkles. They flashed so wickedly when our skirts flared up.

“Yes,” I groaned, stroking the fleshy dildo I had strapped over my spankies, loving how the pleats fell around it. “I want to fuck you all.”

I stroked my strap-on, my prize and joy, like it were a real cock, the surface still slicked by my pussy juices. I had a wonderful cum in my uniform before I spritzed on my perfume and pulled up my panties and spankies.

I wish I could wear my strap-on out onto the field, cheering, dancing, thrusting my hips with it bobbing and waggling before me. I wanted to lift up the skirts of my fellow cheerleaders and just fuck them right there on the field. I wanted to give the crowd such a show. Just the idea of hundreds of people watching me fuck Becky or Daniqua or Linh or Amy made me so wet. Even Jamie. I would fuck my baby sister in front of them all. At eighteen, she was the newest member of the squad. She promised to have all the skill I possessed.

I would fuck her so hard before the crowd. I didn’t care she was my sister.

I wanted to rip off my shell and sports bra, to have my tits bouncing before me. I imagined my nipples pierced, green tassels dangling from my pink nubs, swaying as I pumped my pompoms. Oh, the crowds would love us so much.

And then I would flip up Becky’s skirt. The busty blonde would moan and gasp as I fucked my strap-on into her from behind, the both of us screaming out our cheers. My clit would ache and throb beneath my strap-on as I plowed into her.

It was such a wicked fantasy.

I stroked the dildo faster and faster, my pussy clenching as I burned with my deviant fantasy. I imagined eating Daniqua’s pussy, feasting on the Black girl’s pink flesh before our cheering college. Then I would push down Linh and fuck Vietnamese girl, ramming the dildo into her pussy surrounded by that thick, black bush.

“Yes,” I moaned, seeing it, hearing the roar of the crowd, their cheers.

PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS!

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “We’re so naughty. We’re so wicked!”

Just the pressure of the dildo rubbing on my clit, my fantasy burning through my head, was sending me to my orgasm. I gasped and groaned, swaying in my bedroom while I pumped my hand up and down my slick, fake cock, smelling the sweet musk of my pussy.

My cunt clenched, my panties soaked with my excitement. They would be wet for the entire match. I would feel them sliding against my cunt, teasing me while I danced and twerked and cheered before the crowds. I couldn’t strip naked, but I showed as much flesh as I could.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, my twenty-year-old body trembling as I focused on the crowd exploding with passion as I fucked all my fellow cheerleaders on the field.

I imagined pumping the dildo in and out of Amy’s pussy, using her cream to lube my toy for my little sister’s asshole. Jamie would groan and gasp as I fucked her ass. Then I would have Becky suck Jamie’s sour ass off of it while my little sister tongued Becky’s pussy from behind like the little dyke whore I would make her into.

I would make the whole cheer squad into dyke whores. Not just Becky, who totally went lezzie over the summer. She and a bunch of other girls that hung out with Lana and Cassandra were all dykes now. Oh, I wish I was their friends. I would fuck them all with my strap-on.

And the crowd would cheer us on.

PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS!

“You love watching me fuck!” I moaned as my orgasm exploded through me.

My knees quivered as the hot rush of passion shot through me. I concentrated so hard on my fantasy, willing it to come to life. I staggered, my pussy convulsing. Rapture flooded through my body. My nipples ached and throbbed. I so wish I could do it.

But then the real world crashed into me as someone banged on my door.

“We have to go, Kimmie!” Jamie said, my little sister so eager for her first time cheering at a game. “Let’s go.”

“In a minute,” I groaned, shuddering. I couldn’t believe I had cum again. The fantasy was so hot.

I panted as I hurriedly took off the strap-on and hid it in my closet. I glanced at my mirror, frowning, my face so flushed. I dabbed at it with tissues then touched up my makeup as Jamie came back to hammer on my door.

“Come on!” she screeched.

“Hold your butt!” I screeched back. “We have plenty of time.”

She let out a frustrated huff and marched off.

I took a few deep breaths, glancing at the mirror. I looked hot. I would turn on all the guys and girls watching. They would all grow so hard and juicy as I strutted my stuff. I wish I had the courage to go out there without anything beneath my uniform. With my top off.

But I would get in trouble. I would be expelled. So much drama. Why couldn’t my wishes come true?

I sighed and headed out of my room. My skirts swirled as I rushed down the stairs. My sister waited at the base of the stairs, her pixyish face twisted with impatience. She tapped her foot, arching a dark-brown eyebrow at me. Her short, dark hair swayed about her head as she shook it. She wore the same uniform as me, her thighs looking so lush, her skirt so short on her.

Yes, I would even fuck my sister with my strap-on before the crowds.

“Relax, baby sister,” I told her. “We’ll get there.”

“On time?”

“Yes, on time.” I rolled my eyes. “We have thirty minutes to get there, and the school’s five minutes away.”

The front door opened as I turned and mom walked in. She held a green envelope in her hand. “You got something in the mail, honey,” Mom said. “From Phoenix, Arizona.”

I blinked. “Really?”

“From a lawyer.” Mom gave me a look. “What is this?”

I shook my head in shock and took the envelope from her. Then I blinked again. I thought I had checked the mail when I got home from college. I couldn’t have missed this in the mailbox. It was a large letter and so bright. There was even a wax seal holding down the flap.

“Look at the writing, it’s so fancy,” my sister said.

I turned the envelope over. She was right. There was silver calligraphy, that fancy script you only saw on books from two hundred years ago and wedding invitations. Was someone getting married? Had a friend of mine moved to Phoenix?

To: Miss Kimberly Miller

The Living Room

1703 Violet Meadows

Parkland, WA 98444

“Weird,” I said, then glanced up at the name in the corner. “Who is that?”

From: Leanan Sidhe

The Boardwalk

1 Summer Lane

Phoenix, Arizona 85009

“Leanan Sidhe?” my sister said. “Sounds Irish.”

“Yeah.” I broke the seal, so confused. Green glitter fell out as I pulled out the parchment. Not paper, but parchment. It was slightly yellow and thick. It crinkled as I unfolded it and saw even more silver calligraphy crawling across the page. My brows furrowed as I read it.

My dearest Miss Kimberly Miller,

I am writing to you in regards to your wish that you most fervently expressed. I recognize the exhibitionist passion bursting in your heart. I know that you believe it impossible to express, fearing the righteous judgment of not only your friends and neighbors but of the stern authority of your school at such a wanton display. But I assure you, I find it marvelous.

Which is why I am writing you this letter expressing my deepest desire to make your wish come true. Like you, I have felt that self-same naughty desire to expose myself to all and let them witness my passionate frolic with my lovers. The same heat that has well-fired your nethers has kindled flame within mine. Oh, how I moaned before my friends and neighbors on the boardwalk as I felt your wish most keenly.

So expect my visit tonight, my dearest Miss Kimberly, and know that your deepest wish shall be granted.

Yours in fellowship,

Leanan Sidhe

Esq. of Summer

“Your cheeks just went red,” Jamie said. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” I squeaked. How the fuck did this…Leanan Sidhe know I wanted to strip naked and fuck my fellow cheerleaders? How? That was impossible. I never told a soul. What was going on?

“Now you’re as white as a ghost. What is it?” Jamie asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Show me.”

“No,” I said, pulling the letter to my cheek. “I’ll be right back.”

Then I darted away, racing upstairs. I had to hide this letter. I burst into my room and went to my closet, hiding it with my dildo. Then I darted out, locking my door behind me for good measure. I wouldn’t have my mom or little sister snooping.

“What is it?” Jamie asked as I came back downstairs.

“Come on, the game’s going to be starting,” I told her. “We have to go.”

“You can tell me,” wheedled my little sister, looking so cute in her cheer uniform. “Please.”

“Just a dumb prank,” I said. “I bet it was Becky who slipped it into my mailbox.” She might have noticed me looking at her. Now that she was openly into girls, she had to notice my hungry gaze. Maybe she saw how hard my nipples got during cheer routines and put two and two together. “Let’s go.”

“Fine,” huffed my little sister. Then she squealed, “We’re cheering tonight!”

“Yep!”

An hour later, we were on the field lit by bright lights, warming up the crowd, going through our routine. My pussy was so wet as we shook our pompoms. The white and green tassels rustled as we pumped them in the air. Then we high-kicked our legs, flashing our sparkling spankies at the crowd.

My fellow cheerleaders had such gorgeous legs.

Linh, the shortest of us, still had sleek thighs, a gorgeous, dusky-olive tone. And Daniqua’s were so striking, her coffee-cream skin so enchanting as she worked her hips, her face twisting with excitement as she cheered. Amy looked so cute. And Becky’s big, pillowy tits heaved beneath her shell. Her sports bra had to fight to contain those big, lush mounds.

“You’re doing good, girls,” Coach Jennette said. She was a young woman sitting on the sidelines wearing tight shorts, a halter top, and a green windbreaker. She was in her late twenties, a former cheerleader herself, and so perky. “Come on, get them riled up.”

The crowd cheered as we turned and twerked, doing our booty shakes. I wanted to flip up my skirt. I closed my eyes, imagining I didn’t wear any panties or spankies, that they could see my ass and shaved pussy dripping with my excitement.

Oh, it would be so—

“Look out, Kimmie!”

I blinked and then—

Pain exploded in my head.

Darkness crashed down on me.

A soft voice whispered my name, calling me as I floated through the darkness that had engulfed me. I felt drawn to the voice. It was gentle, a girlish purr. At first, it was hardly more than the soft sigh of wind through a tree.

“…kimberly…”

But then it grew louder.

“Kimberly…”

And louder.

“My dear, sweet Miss Kimberly.”

My eyes fluttered.

“That’s it. Wake up. That was quite the blow you took.”

Voice murmured around me along with a buzzing hum, like a thousand insect wings. I frowned, groaning, struggling to open my eyes. A soft pair of hands stroked my cheeks, fingertips so dainty and soft.

They felt so nice.

My eyes opened.

A girlish face stared down at me, green hair falling in lush curls around her delicate features. At first, I thought it was a child’s face until I saw her silver eyes. They were so ancient. I shuddered beneath them, feeling like a spec of dust before an ancient star, something that had burned since the moment the universe was created while my life wasn’t even an eyeblink in comparison.

“That’s it, my dear Miss Kimberly,” she said, cooing at me. “That’s it. Normally, this is not how I appear, but we want to make the most of your wish from the start, don’t we?”

“Wish?” I asked in confusion, trying to figure out where I was. I was cheering at the game. And now I felt like I was lying on wooden boards. I shifted, my naked back and ass rubbing on the…

Naked…

I glanced down at my round breasts rising and falling as I breathed, topped by my fat, pink nipples. Then I saw the flat sweep of my stomach and the brown triangle of pubic hair above my pussy, the point aimed at my clit.

I was naked.

“Yes, yes, of course you’re naked,” the girl said.

No, she wasn’t a girl. She knelt naked beside me, her breasts small but developed. Her petite form only made her look childish. But she was far older than me. I licked my lips, my eyes traveling down her flat stomach. I could just see her hairless pubic mound between her thighs and…

“You have a cock!” I gasped at the huge, fleshy shaft thrusting out of her pussy lips. It wasn’t a strap-on dildo like I had, but a real cock. But she was a girl. A woman. She had tits. And there no balls dangling beneath her dick. And she felt so feminine.

“Of course I have a cock, my dear, sweet Miss Kimberly. And it is quite tumescent in anticipation of our compact. I so feverishly desire to unite with you and grant you your wish. Such effervescent delight does ripple through me from my naughty cunny and throbbing cock. Oh, she is so eager to make acquaintance with your wet quim.”

I blinked at her words. “You’re going to fuck me?”

She nodded her head and something hummed. Gossamer wings buzzed over her shoulders,and she lifted off the wooden walkway I lay on. Then I realized there were other naked women and girls, all with cocks, flying along the walkway or else they were leaning on the railing, looking at a sunset over an ocean.

An ocean? In Parkland? That wasn’t the Puget Sound out there. Was I all the way out on the Pacific Coast? But that was at least an hours drive.

“No, you are in Faerie,” laughed the girl. “Didn’t you get my letter? I told you I would arrive.”

“You’re a fairy?” I said. “Leanan Sidhe?”

She nodded her head. “And look at all my lovely friends and neighbors. They are all so eager to watch us make our agreement and seal it with the most vigorous and intimate press of our flesh.”

“Agreement?”

“Why, so you can cheer au naturel, exposing your lush and curvy figure for the hungry delight of the spectators while you enjoy the charms of your fellow cheerleaders.” Leanan Sidhe clapped her delicate hands together, her small tits jiggling. “Oh, cheerleaders are such a wonderful idea. I am ever so glad you mortals have devised them.”

“Yeah, me, too.” I said, looking around. The other fairies, coming in a wide range of body types from the petite and girlish to the mature and lush, closed in. The shade of their hair ranged from the pastels to the vibrant, a rainbow of delight.

And they all had huge cocks.

“They’re all going to watch you fuck me?” I asked, my pussy clenching in utter delight.

“Indeed they shall, my dear Miss Kimberly,” Leanan Sidhe. “Now doesn’t that just make your naughty cunny tingle with anticipatory delight?”

“Yes!”

All the eyes watching her, all those ancient, fairy eyes burning as they drank in her nubile, naked flesh shot powerful lusts through me. And though Leanan Sidhe had a real cock, and those held little interest for me normally, I was on fire. My pussy was so wet for her girl-dick.

The fairy gasped in surprise as I nearly tackled her, our bodies crashing down hard on the wooden boardwalk over the looking the fairy sea. The sweetest salt wind blew over my hot body as I kissed her hard, squirming atop her slim, petite body. My wet pussy rubbed on her hard cock, feeling the girth, the way she throbbed, the heat.

Oh, I had a thick dildo, but she was so much wider, so much longer. My pussy would be filled. And she was warm and felt so different, not smooth rubber but real flesh. My clit throbbed as I ground on her. My lusts boiled over me as I scooted up, my round breasts rubbing on those small, firm mounds, her nipples kissing mine.

I moaned into her sweet lips as the tip of her dick slid through my triangle of silky pubic hair, nudged my clit, and then found the technically virgin entrance to my pussy. I had no hymen, but only my fingers and my dildo had been in me.

Now I would have another person, or a fairy, feel me. I shuddered as her girl-dick throbbed against the hot entrance to my pussy. Lust shuddered through me. I pushed back with my hips, engulfing her thick cock with my cunt.

“Yes,” I moaned, breaking her kiss as her huge girth filled me. She felt amazing in me. My eyes widened. “Oh, Leanan, that’s amazing.”

“Leanan Sidhe,” she moaned, “is my full name my dear, sweet Miss Kimberly.”

“And I go by Kimmie,” I moaned, rising up from her body, my pussy fully engulfing her cock. I sat up on her, her girl-dick shifting inside of me, teasing my pussy walls. “And your cock is amazing. It’s fantastic.”

“And your pussy caresses my futaness with silky delight,” moaned the fairy, using this old-fashion word for dick I’d never heard of. “Please, work your quim up and down my cock with as much vigor as you can muster, my dear Miss Kimmie!”

“I’ll ride you so hard,” I moaned, my pussy clenching on her dick. On her futaness.

She was amazing.

I shuddered as I rose on her cock, the murmuring growing louder and louder. I groaned, the watching fairies stroking their girl-cocks or squeezing their tits or fingering their pussies. They stared at me with such lust as my breasts bounced. I reached the apex of Leanan Sidhe’s cock, swirled my hips, and slammed down her.

I groaned.

Heat burned inside me. The friction of my flesh caressing her girl-cock had me shuddering. My back arched, my round tits jiggling and bouncing together, my nipples so hard. Leanan Sidhe moaned as I bottomed out on her and rose then back up.

“Look at the mortal slut riding her cock,” one fairy whispered. “She is ever so enjoying Leanan Sidhe’s member.”

“Just a wanton slattern,” another moaned.

I loved their words.

“She has no shame at all, just letting her breasts bounce free for us all to see.”

“Yes, the deviant desires that must fill her mind.”

“But her figure is so stirring.”

“Indeed. She is exciting such depraved lusts inside me.”

“Good,” I moaned, running my fingers through my loose, brown hair, my pussy clenching about the futa-fairy’s big, thick dick. “Look at me! See me! Get so hard and horny. Finger those fairy-pussies and stroke those fairy-cocks.”

“Oh, my word, my dear Miss Kimmie,” moaned Leanan Sidhe, her slender fingers sliding up my body to my round, heaving breasts. “You have such a passion for exhibitionism. Your quim has grown so hot and wet about my cock, facilitating your wild abandon as you ride me.”

“Uh-huh,” I panted as her fingers cupped my breasts, caressing my silky skin and brushing my areolas. She teased me, almost touching my nipples but not quite as I rode faster and faster.

I loved it. Tingles raced down from my breasts to my pussy. My flesh clenched about her thick dick. She was so huge, stretching me open, making every inch of my movement ecstasy. I drank in the sensations as the muscles in my thighs flexed, lifting me up and down her cock. My eyes rolled back into my head.

Wonderful. Delicious. Rapture. It was pure pleasure.

I bounced faster and faster, grinding my clit into her pubic bone on the downstroke, sending sparks shooting through my body. My moans joined the watching fairies. More and more of them seemed to be around us, their wings humming as they watched us, stroking their dicks and fingering their pussies. Precum and pussy juices rained from them, dribbling onto the boardwalk.

“She is rapidly approaching her climax,” moaned a watching fairy squeezing her big tits. Her nipples were fat. She pulled on them. “She works her hips, enslaved to the deviant desires burning in her pussy.”

“So deviant,” I moaned. “Just watch me! Oh, yes. You’re all making me so hot.”

“Yes, your quim is burning most hot on my dick, my dear, sweet Miss Kimmie,” moaned Leanan Sidhe. “You’re going to explode most heartily on my futa-cock, aren’t you?”

“I am,” I groaned, leaning over her, staring into her eyes.

“And then we shall seal our bargain. You shall get your wish and owe me a favor.”
“I will,” I moaned, not caring about anything but the girl-cock filling my pussy and all the wonderful, watching eyes.

“Good,” moaned the Leanan Sidhe, her fingers twisting my nipples finally.

I groaned as her delicate fingers pinched my fat nubs. I had the biggest nipples on my cheer squad, though my little sister came close. They were fat and pink, thrusting from my youthful breasts. The fairy twisted and pulled them. Every manipulation sent pleasure racing to my pussy sliding up and down her huge cock.

My flesh clenched on her dick, savoring the delight of fucking a girl with a dick. She had a cock. Not a strap-on, but a real dick. I wanted that. Oh, that would be so hot to cheer with a huge cock stuffed in my spankies or bouncing free beneath my pleated skirts.

I wanted that so badly.

“And you shall have it, my dear, sweet Miss Kimmie,” the fairy moaned. “You shall be a futa-cheerleader.”

“Futa?” I groaned, my hands grasping her small, firm mounds, squeezing them, her little nipples so cute atop them.

“Futanari,” she groaned. “What I am. A hermaphrodite, which is a term I find must repulsive. So I prefer the far more sensual and elegant futanari. Or futa, for short.”

My eyes widened. “You mean…”

“Yes?”

“And this isn’t just some sort of hallucination?” I asked, my pussy clenching on her dick as I slid down it, my pleasure building and built. “I mean, I was cheerleading until…”

“An errant football struck you in the head and rendered you unconscious,” she moaned, her voice so throaty with pleasure, her fingers twisting harder at my nipples.

“Right, so this is all real? It’s not just a crazy sex dream I am having?”

“Could you have imagined this?” she asked. “Would it feel this amazing and wonderful, my dear Miss Kimmie?”

“No!” I screamed, my head cranking and tossing, staring at our audience.

The watching futa-fairy’s stroked their dicks so fast. They moaned, their cheeks flushed, eyes glossy with pleasure. And then the first one erupted. She let out a tinkling sigh, crystal chimes in the wind, wings buzzing as her salty cum arched in the air and splattered across my body.

I groaned, my pussy clenching on the futa-fairy’s dick as hot girl-cum splashed in long lines across my heaving tits. It dribbled down my flesh. A second blast struck the side of my face, washing across my cheeks and reaching my mouth. The salty delight burned on my lips. I licked it, savoring it, my pleasure swelling and swelling.

“Yes, yes, cum on me!” I moaned. “Shower me in your passion!”

“Such a wanton slattern!” a fairy moaned and then she erupted, splattering my back.

I shivered as the hot cum ran down my spine towards my ass, tickling me. More and more splattered across my back and shoulders, falling in my hair. And then two more futa-fairies came, white jizz shooting through the air, falling on my skin. It rained on me. I closed my eyes, lifted my head skyward, and opened my mouth.

Cum painted my face. Salty and delicious girl-jizz. It shuddered, savoring every blast that struck me. It coated my tits and stomach, running down to my pussy impaled on Leanan Sidhe’s futa-dick. It coated my ass, dribbling into my crack. It painted my face and drenched my hair. It fell into my mouth, giving me such a salty treat.

“Yes!” I howled as my futa-admirers showered me in jizz. The fairies all moaning their pleasure as they basted me in cum. “Show me how hot I am! How much I inspire you!”

I slammed down the Leanan Sidhe’s cock, my pussy drinking in the friction, and ground my clit into her shaved pubic mound. The pleasure burst inside of me. I moaned, rising up as my cunt convulsed on her shaft.

My orgasm burned hot through me.

I screamed out my pleasure as I came on her dick. Rapture rushed through my body. My flesh convulsed on her dick, milking it. I wanted her futa-cum flooding my pussy. The only part of me not covered in jizz. I shuddered, bouncing on her as my brain melted with ecstasy.

“So good,” I moaned, my hands rubbing the cum into my skin, sliding across all the salty delight. “This is amazing! You’re all watching me be a whore! A slut! Yes, yes, yes!”

“And such an exhibitionist slut you shall make, my dear, sweet Miss Kimmie,” moaned the futa-fairy. “They shall love you. You shall inspire. You shall have all your wishes.”

“Yes!” I moaned, slamming down her dick, massaging the cum into my skin as the last spurts landed on me.

Leanan Sidhe’s silvery eyes squeezed shut. She let out a whimper of girlish delight. Somehow, all the futa-fairy’s cum had landed on me. Not a drop had fallen on her. She looked pristine compared to my cum-drenched self.

And then she exploded into my spasming pussy.

My eyes widened in pure delight. I came again, milking her cunt as the pleasure burned through my thoughts. Such heat shot into me. Energy. Not just her girl-jizz flooded my pussy. But something more. Something she gave me. Something that would change me.

I writhed and shuddered on her cock as the pleasure burned through me. My clit throbbed, aching, growing as the rapture crashed into my mind. It thrust before me, constrained, aching, needing to be freed.

“Something’s bulging her skirt,” a fairy said, her voice so familiar.

“What is that?” another fairy asked as I writhed.

I drifted, my eyes blinking, the world vanishing around me and…

I stared up at a fluorescent light, my girl-cock throbbing so hard, trapped in my spankies and panties. My heat throbbed, a dull ache pounding behind my eyes. I groaned as my skirt was flipped up over my waist.

“What is that?” the familiar voice asked. I knew that voice. It was Linh, the Vietnamese cutie on my cheer squad.

“It looks like… Oh, my gosh, that can’t be,” the other voice said. Not a fairy either, but Coach Jenette.

“That looks like a cock,” Linh said.

And then my spankies and panties were yanked down, my new girl-dick popping out and into the surprised faces of Jenette and Linh. Jenette’s curly, brown hair fell around her youthful face, her eyes wide. Linh’s face was delicate, her skin a dusky-olive, her slanted eyes opening wide. Her cute nose wiggled as her jaw dropped.

“That’s a cock!” she said, pointing at it. “Coach, that’s a cock. That can’t be. She doesn’t have a cock.”

“And she has a pussy,” Coach Jenette said, her brown eyes opening wide. “Her cock’s thrusting from her pussy lips. Like it’s her…clit. Her clit has grown.”

“How’d getting hit on the head do that?” Linh asked.

I struggled not to smile. It was so hot feeling their eyes on my new cock and my wet pussy. I feigned unconsciousness, curious at what they’d do as they stared at me. My heart beat in my chest. It was real. There were fairies. And they had watched me fuck Leanan Sidhe and coated me in jizz.
A shame I felt so clean now. Oh, that was so hot showering in cum.

“It can’t be real, Coach,” Linh said.

“It has to be.” The coach bit her lip. “Touch her.”

“What? You do it, Coach.”

My dick twitched.

“I can’t. I’m a coach. The college employs me. I would get fired if they found out I touched one of you girls.” She paused, breathing heavily. I felt her breath wash over my my shaved pussy lips, making my dick twitch again. Juices trickled out.

This was so hot.

“You touch her, Linh. You’re a student. It’s okay. You won’t get in trouble.”

“Fine,” Linh said, her voice sounding so throaty.

It was so hard not to groan as her finger stroked up my cock from where it thrust from my pussy lips all the way to the crown of my dick. That part was so sensitive. I grit my teeth, my body twitching as she touched it. Her finger stroked along it, smearing precum beading out of my slit and sending more delight racing down to my pussy.

Then she stroked down it again to my pussy lips, touching them. They both were breathing so heavily as they molested me. I loved it. My toes curled in my shoes. My breasts rose and fell, constrained by my sports bra, my nipples aching. Linh’s finger pressed into my folds and then into my pussy.

“It’s real, Coach,” groaned Linh as she pumped her fingers in and out of my pussy. “Oh, this is so hot.”

And then she leaned down and sucked on the tip of my cock.

My eyes shot open. I groaned, unable to fake being asleep any longer as her dusky cheeks hollowed. She sucked so hard, her tongue swirling. She moaned, like desperate lusts had filled her, driving her wild for my new futa-dick.

“Linh!” gasped the coach. “Oh, don’t hog her cock.”

And then she was licking at the base of my dick where it thrust out of the folds of my pussy. I shuddered as my cheer coach tongued my folds stretched about my cock. I shuddered, pleasure racing through both my sexes, my cunt clenching on Linh’s probing finger, my dick throbbing in her mouth.

I sat up on my elbows, staring at them. They didn’t stop. It was like my cock had overcome them with lust. The dull headache faded as the pleasure shot through me. I groaned, savoring their touches, my dick aching, throbbing.

I had a dick. A futa-dick.

“Yes, suck my futa-cock,” I moaned. “And Linh, more fingers. Come on, just one? I need lots.”

“Yes,” Coach Jenette said. “You have to make her cum.”

Her brown eyes shot up at me. Whatever reservations the coach had about touching a student had vanished. She just wanted to experience my delight. She licked my folds again, making me shudder as Linh shoved a second finger into my pussy.

I groaned as her two digits pumped in and out of my cunt. I shuddered, the friction sending ripples of heat up to the tip of my long, thick cock buried in Linh’s mouth. She sucked so hard, her slanted eyes closed. She bobbed her mouth up and down, her lips sealed tight, pleasing me like she would her boyfriend.

My toes curled again as the pleasure raced through me. I had a girl-cock. This was so hot. I had a girl-cock, and my fellow cheerleader sucked on it while fingering my pussy. I wanted to last longer. I wanted to hold off on erupting, to savor this delight for as long as I could.

I grit my teeth, my pussy clenching down so hard on her fingers as I fought the pleasure building and building in me.

“Oh, this is soooo hot,” I moaned. “Yes, yes, suck my girl-cock and finger my cunt.”

“Yes, do it,” moaned Coach Jenette. “It’s amazing, Kimmie. But how?”

“I made a wish,” I panted. “Isn’t it amazing?”

“It is,” she said, her lips shiny with my pussy juices. “Cum in her mouth.”

“Fuck,” I groaned, her words shooting through me.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I was too hot. My cock was too new. The sensations were all so novel. My head snapped back, my ponytail swaying behind me. My toes curled as the pressure swelled in the depths of my pussy.

And exploded out of my cock.

Linh moaned as my cum flooded her mouth and my pussy writhed about her fingers. She jammed her digits deep into my cunt as she gulped down my futa-jizz. I panted with each blast, powerful jolts of rapture shot through me. They were so different from cumming as a woman. So much more intense and immediate.

“Fuck!” I shouted as they slammed into my mind. Then the gentler waves of familiar ecstasy washed out of my spasming pussy. “Yes, yes, yes, drink my futa-cum. Oh, yes, you love it. Mmm, you’re such a slut, Linh. Such a slut for my girl-jizz.”

“Just a whore for it,” moaned Coach Jenette, obvious envy in her voice.

I spasmed on the bed. I realized where we were now. The locker room on one of the massage tables. The therapy baths were nearby. They must have brought me in after the hit to my head. I groaned, my moans echoing as my dick fired a final blast of cum into Linh’s mouth.

The moment her lips popped off my dick, Coach Jenette kissed her. Their lips met, the coach’s pale face pressing against Linh’s dusky-olive cheek. They moaned, their tongues dueling. My eyes widened, another shudder racing out of my pussy as they snowballed my jizz back and forth.

“Oh, damn, that’s hot,” I moaned. “Yes, yes, share my jizz.”

My dick twitched hard. I didn’t go soft like I heard boys do. My cock was hard, eager for round two. I shivered. I wanted to feel pussy around my dick. I remembered how amazing the Leanan Sidhe’s cunt felt on my dick.

I had to feel that same bliss on my dick.

“Someone fuck me,” I moaned. “I need a pussy on my dick so badly. I’m so hard. Please!”

Coach Jenette broke the kiss, white cum staining her pink lips. She pushed down her shorts in record time and hopped onto the table, a black thong covering her wet pussy. She ripped it to the side, revealing her shaved pussy, the clitoral hood pierced by a gold ring.

“That’s so hot,” I gasped, reaching out to tweak her jewelry, leaning all my weight on my left elbow now.

She gasped, swirling my cock’s crown against her wet pussy, as I tugged. “It is. And that feels amazing.”

“My cock or me playing with your jewelry.”

“Both!”

And then my cheer coach impaled her pussy on my dick. The twenty-something woman moaned as her hot, silky cunt engulfed my dick in rapture. I tugged on her clit piercing again, her snatch tightening on my dick as she moaned.

I shuddered, falling backward, no longer sitting up and supported by even my left elbow. I writhed as I savored how amazing it was having my dick in pussy. Every time I tugged on her clit, she grew so hot and tight around me.

And then she rode me hard like I rode Leanan Sidhe in my dream.

“Fuck, yes!” she moaned, perky delight splashing across her face, her brown hair bouncing. “Oh, my god, yes. This cock! My cheerleader has a huge girl-dick!”

“She does,” moaned Linh in envy, squirming, her green, pleated squirt swirling about her dusky thighs.

She had a hot pussy.

“Ride my face,” I moaned, eager to lick her snatch while my cheer coach fucked me.

Linh’s shuddered. She shoved her hands beneath her skirt, yanking down her white spankies and panties. Then, with all the limber grace of a cheerleader, mounted the massage table and straddled my face. I couldn’t see her pussy in the dark shadows created by her skirt. But I could smell her tangy musk as she descended.

Her skirts covered my face, plunging me into the most intimate of darknesses. And then her silky, wet bush rubbed on my lips and nose, tickling me moments before hot cunt rubbed on my mouth. I groaned, licking through my first pussy, savoring the wonderful, tangy taste of her cunt while my dick ached and throbbed in Coach Jenette’s pussy.

Both of them rode me in their own hot way, moaning and gasping. Jenette worked that silky cunt up and down my dick, massaging me, the friction burning through my body. My pussy clenched every time she bottomed out in me. And Linh smeared that hot cunt across my lips. I tongued through her thick bush, parting her folds, exploring her delight.

“Yes, yes, yes, eat my pussy, Kimmie,” she squealed. “Oh, this is so hot. You have a cock and pussy. And you lick my cunt so well.”

“Ride her,” moaned Coach Jenette. “Ride her face. Cum on her.”

“Cum on that huge girl-dick,” moaned Linh. “Do it, Coach.”

“Yes,” I panted. “Cum on my futa-cock.”

“Futa?” Linh moaned.

“Futanari. That’s what I am now! I’m a futa!”

“Hot!” The Vietnamese cheerleader shuddered on my face, smearing her hot cunt across my lips.

I tongued her faster, brushing her clit, making her shudder while the coach’s hot pussy slid up and down my dick. It was so hot. So sexy. She smeared her pussy across my lips, tickling me with her silk. I squirmed, moaning, the pressure building in my cunt as the massage bed creaked beneath us.

Coach Jenette’s pussy massaged my dick. Her hot, silky flesh slid up and down my cock as she rode me faster and faster. She moaned and gasped, twisting her hips, stirring my shaft through her hot cunt.

And she was hot. Boiling. My dick ached in her depths. My pussy clenched as the pleasure built and built in me. It was so amazing. I couldn’t believe how great fucking with a real cock was. This was so much better than my fantasizes of fucking with my strap-on.

“Yes,” I moaned into Linh’s hot snatch between licks. “Cum on my mouth. Both of you cum. Then we have to get out there. We have to cheer. Everyone has to see my cock.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Jenette moaned. “We need you out there cheering, Kimmie.”

“Showing off! It’ll be so hot!” Linh moaned. “Kimmie! Yes!”

Hot juices flooded my mouth. Tangy passion coated my lips as Linh came on my face. I made my first cheerleader cum. The first member of my squad down. And I would fuck them all. I would make them all cum.

I gripped her thighs, holding her tight to my face as I drank her flood, my dick aching and throbbing as Coach Jenette rode me so hard. She slammed down my dick, grinding her clit into my pubic mound before rising back up it, driving herself wild.

“You look so hot when you cum, Linh,” moaned the coach. “So hot. We have to get out there. We have to cheer!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Linh moaned, howling in rapture as she shuddered on me. “It’ll be so hot.”

“So hot,” I moaned, my pussy clenching, my orgasm building in my depths as I imagined the crowd going wild when they saw me out there, a huge cock bouncing beneath my skirt.

I came.

My cock exploded into Coach Jenette’s pussy as she slammed down me. I bucked, moaning into Linh’s hot flesh as blast after blast of my jizz fired into the coach’s hot cunt. I groaned, her silky flesh engulfing every inch of my dick.

The orgasm was so intense. I shuddered, moaning, the pleasure slamming into my mind. Juices gushed out of my cumming pussy, waves of gentler delight mixing with the intense passion of my erupting dick.

“Yes! Cum in me, Kimmie!”

The coach’s pussy writhed about my dick. She thrashed on my cock, joining me in rapture. It was so amazing flooding her pussy. The pleasure burned so hot through me. All three of us moaned and gasped.

And the only thing that would make it better was getting out on the field and cumming before the entire crowd. As my last blast of cum fired out of my cock, I was so thankful that the futa-fairy answered my wish.

Because I would give the cheering crowds of Washington College and our rivals at Franklin Pierce College one hell of a show tonight. The Pussycats would go wild!

To be continued…

Wendy was led blindfolded by Miss West towards a door to the rear of the office. Miss West inserted a key and opened the heavy oak door to what from the outside would appear to be a store room off the main office. On entering, if Wendy could see, she would have seen a small room, about 6 foot square, painted black with metal rings fastened at various heights along the walls and at various points to the ceiling. The room was lit with spot lights angled in all directions.

Wendy was stood in the centre of the brightly lit room. She was alone with Miss West while the other three women stayed outside chatting. Miss West turned Wendy to face a corner in the small room. She then fastened a tether around the cuffs on her wrists and pulled them to the ceiling so Wendys arms and body were stretched. Wendy could barely touch the floor with her dainty feet.

Miss West stood behind Wendy and removed her blindfold. Without speaking she left and closed the door behind her.
Wendys eyes reacted quickly to the lights and she was left dazzled for several seconds. Once she regained her full sight Wendy cautiously used what little freedom she had to inspect the room. She managed to spin herself around on her tiptoes. She saw how small the room was. She saw the rings on the walls and ceiling. The black paint made it look like a dungeon or interrogation room Wendy thought.

She began to feel nervous again. What was going to happen to her now she thought. Am I going to be hurt? Am I going to be forced to do things to these women again? What are they going to do to me!? Thoughts ran wild through Wendys mind.

No sooner had the door closed when it opened again. Miss West appeared through the door and closed it to be alone with her young employee.

Wendy soon noticed Miss West had objects in her hand. She struggled to see them.

“Wendy do you know what this is?” She held up a long, stiff peace of leather with an attachment at one end.

“Miss West, is it a whip?” Wendy replied nervously.

“Nearly Wendy. It is actually a crop. It is similar to a whip. I will show why in a moment. Do you know what this is Wendy?” She held up a leather strap with a red smooth ball attached to it.

“Oh, Miss West, I think it is a gag!”

“That’s correct Wendy, well done. Here hold it in your teeth so you can taste it.” Miss West placed the end of the leather strap between her front teeth and allowed Wendy to bight on to it.
With the ball gag dangling loosely from Wendys mouth Miss West carried on.

“The crop here will be used to leave marks on your skin Wendy.”

Wendy stiffened in panic as Miss West continued.

“The marks will remind you that you work for me and that you are mine. I may mark you because I can or if I don’t think you are working hard enough. Do you understand Wendy?”

“Yes Miss West.” Wendy whispered through gritted teeth.

“I am going to give you your first mark now Wendy to see how you like it. If you can take it without whimpering I shall leave the gag out. If you make a sound you will be gagged before the other ladies come in to use you. Is that ok Wendy?”

“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”

Miss West circled Wendy to build up the tension. She wanted Wendy to be nervous and anxious about been struck with the crop. As she circled her she allowed the end of the crop to stroke Wendy’s stomach and bottom.
On the third lap of the young girl Miss West took a step back and focused on Wendy’s left bum cheek. She touched it softly with the crop then slowly pulled it back. She paused. Then with an experienced hand she flicked the tip of the crop to lash at Wendy’s soft skin. Wendy could not have begun to understand how much the crop would hurt. It took the breath from Wendy’s lungs as she let out a high pitch scream. Her pain echoed around the enclosed room. The scream was what you would expect from a woman reaching the heights of passion. She had never heard herself make such a noise. She had not experienced pain like it. Her skin reddened and swelled within seconds. Tears dropped from her eyes as the pain made her adrenalin rush and her body heat. She lost grip on the gag as she sobbed.

“Did you enjoy that Wendy!?” Miss West enquired in delight as she saw the suffering she had put on Wendy.

“No! Oh no I didn’t Miss West! Please don’t do it again!”

With that Miss West pulled back the crop and struck again on the exact same place.
Again Wendy screamed an ear piercing outburst to show here pain. The tears continued to roll as Wendy sobbed and struggled against her restraints.
Miss West moved to face Wendy.

“Wendy you have dropped your ball gag! You have screamed when I told you to remain quiet and you spoke inappropriately to me. You may say ‘Yes Miss West’ when I ask you if you like it!! Now you leave me no option but to punish you!

Wendy struggled against her restraints but began to realise quickly that the more she protested the longer the punishment would go on for. She decided she must stand the pain, say what she had to say and get out as soon as possible.

“Raise your right leg so I can crop your inner thigh Wendy.”

“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”

“That’s better Wendy, good girl.”

Wendy raised her knee high and twisted it outwards to expose the inner thigh of her right leg.
She struggled to hold her balance and used the tension on her wrists to maintain her stance.

“When I crop you this time Wendy I want silence! Leave your leg like that until I tell you to lower it.”

“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”

Miss West struck the softest part of Wendy’s leg. She struck high on the thigh just two inches below her bald vagina.
Wendy was bighting her tongue to control herself. The pain on her thigh was worse than her backside but knew another outburst would only make her ordeal worse.
Without warning Miss West struck again on the same spot. Wendy let out a lung full of air but managed to keep her vocal cords still. Saliva departed her mouth in a flurry of spit. Some of it reached the floor while some of it dribbled down her chin and was left dangling precariously. Tears of pain continued down her cheeks and mixed with the saliva and took it to dribble on to her bare chest. Miss West made patterns in the wetness and traced it down to Wendy’s left nipple with the crop. She pushed and poked at her nipple with the crop and then slowly and softly began to tap her nipple until it became hard.

“Good girl Wendy. I knew you could take it. Lower your leg. Do you like the crop Wendy?”

“Yes Miss West.”

“I know you do Wendy and you will learn to love it as you get used to the pain it can cause. Know I will insert this ball gag into your mouth to make sure you don’t cry out in pain again in front of my friends!”

Miss West bent down and picked up the mouth restraint. She pushed the red ball into Wendy’s mouth and fastened the leather traps behind her head. She pulled it tight and watched Wendy as she struggled to breathe and swallow. Saliva escaped the sides of the gag.
Once Wendy had begun to relax a little into her bindings Miss West took her feet, which still had the silk ties on them, and pulled them into the air. She manoeuvred Wendy until she was facing a corner again. She pulled her feet and tied her right foot to one wall and her left foot to the adjacent wall, forcing her legs to part at a ninety degree angle. Her feet were now slightly higher than her waist so her knees were bent. Miss West then replaced Wendy’s blindfold. She was now totally restrained, gagged and blindfolded.

Miss West left the room again to summon the other ladies. Wendy was left alone with her legs spread and arms tied high.

The three ladies followed Miss West back into the small room desperate to see their new plaything all bound and gagged.
They were not disappointed with what they saw. Each of them commented on how beautiful Wendy looked suspended and naked with her legs spread.

“Ooh look at Wendy. What a slut she is just waiting there with open legs just for us!”

“Look at her vagina. I think its wet in anticipation.”

“I think she’s going to cum like she never has done before!”

“I can’t wait to let her drink my juices.”

“I want to taste her little anus whilst it’s so exposed!”

Miss West interrupted their chit chat.

“Now ladies here are the rules. Wendy pay attention as this will most definitely effect you too.
As Wendy is my girl I get to say when she cums. If she cums before I say she can she will be cropped. Wendy must remain silent throughout. You can do what you like to her. You can use any hole and you may use any of my instruments as you desire. Once you have finished using her holes we will move her so she can service you as you please. If you are going to cum I would like you to make sure as much as possible of your cum goes into her mouth.
Ladies please carry on and enjoy yourselves!”

Wendy was petrified at the rules Miss West had given! What were ‘the instruments’ she thought. What if I am in pain? I can’t speak to tell them to stop with this gag! What will I have to do to them! What are they going to do to my holes!?

The ladies moved slowly. They took their time to study Wendys naked form. They circled her without touching deciding in silence what they would like to do to her first.

The lady who Wendy had undressed first was the first to act. She bent down to Miss West instruments and picked up a tiny whip. It could best described as a ‘pocket whip’. It was only ten inches long in total. The tails were about six inches long and made of soft leather.

She stood between Wendys splayed legs and softly began to prescribe whips to her inner thighs. Wendys body jerked at the shock of these first touches.

She kept a steady pace swirling the whip from thigh to thigh giving alternate blows to each leg. Once Wendy got used to the sensation she realised it was quite pleasant. The leather felt soft and smooth and gave a nice slap as they landed.
The whip was worked along the lengths of her thighs the pace occasionally speeding then slowing again.

Meanwhile the posh lady grabbed a clear plastic dildo from the bag of instruments. It was a large dildo with ribs in it. She licked the length of the shaft and went down on her knees below Wendy. She offered it to Wendys spread labia and on into her hole.
Wendy felt it immediately and just hoped it was small and who ever was using it was caring and gentle.
She let out a whimper from behind her gag as it was pushed quite firmly into her young vagina.
As Wendy whimpered Miss West was there immediately to crop her as punishment for making a sound. She cropped the bottom of her right thigh, not far from where she was being whipped. She jolted as the harsh blow landed.

The lady pushed hard against the strength of Wendys muscles trying to repel it. A full nine inches was ploughed into Wendy, just leaving enough for the lady to hold onto. Her hand banged against Wendys pussy as she started to plunge the object in and out at quite a pace!
Wendys whole body rocked back and forth as her pussy was used roughly by the posh lady.
The lady with the whip now moved to Wendys body. She whipped her taught abdomen then moved to Wendys breasts, focusing on her tender nipples. Her breasts reddened and her nipples reacted by stiffening and pointing high.

Wendy was not used to feeling such sensations. The whip was not painful. The dildo in her vagina however was! She was not lubricated enough to take such a large phallus.
It rubbed against her tender innards and she thought she might cry again.

Miss West and Sandra watched in silence as this beautiful girl was humiliated and abused. Miss West stroked Sandras bum as they watched in delight.

Sandra watched the young girl of her desires in this threesome with these two experienced ladies. She lusted after her so much. She enjoyed watching her suffer but did not want to hurt such a tender being.
She approached the medley of women and bobbed down to her knees next to the posh lady.
She stopped Wendy from rocking by placing her hands on the bottom of her bum and grabbing hard. She slowly moved her tongue to Wendys tight anus.

Wendy felt the damp soft touch on her delicate skin around her ass. It was a lovely feeling and she used her best guess and presumed correctly that it was Sandra finishing what she had started earlier.

The exquisite feeling on Wendys anus made up for the pain the posh lady was inflicting with the dildo on her vagina.
The thought of Sandra being down their tonguing her arse started to make Wendy moist. Her pussy started to lubricate the plastic dick inside her and made its relentlessness smoother and more pleasurable.
The posh lady manoeuvred her thumb so that on the up thrust she made brief contact with Wendys clitoris. On every seventh or eighth thrust she stopped, holding the dildo deep inside Wendy whilst she circled her clitoris with her thumb and then occasionally she pushed her face closer to lick at it.
Wendy had never had two tongues working her at the same time before. She didn’t know which sensation to focus on and her pre cum ran loose leaking down the dildo and seeping towards her anus where Sandra was only too pleased to lap at the taste.

“That’s it girls lap it up! Does she taste good?” Asked Miss West.

The posh lady was first to respond as she continued to ram the dildo home.

“Oh yes, she tastes just fine for such a young girl. She had better be ready to eat my vagina now I have been so kind and licked her bud!
I bet you love me licking you Wendy. Do you want me to lick you some more?”

Wendy nodded frantically and moaned a sweet muffled sigh through her gag.

“Would you like it if I made you cum with this big phallus Wendy?”

Wendys appreciative moans continued as she began to buck and breathe deeper.

“Now now Wendy;” Miss West spoke again; “Don’t even think about cuming yet! I have not given you permission!”

Sandras tongue worked faster and faster at her anus and the dildo was thrust deeper, faster and harder. The tongue on her clitoris worked more frequently as they teased her into orgasm.

The lady with the whip had now started to use it on Wendys face. Lightly but relentlessly slapping her face cheeks. It was almost frustrating to Wendy but as her orgasm started to build the attention and confusion sent her over the edge.
She shook her head from side to side to try to avoid the whip but also to try to make these women stop. Her orgasm was sending waves through her body. She knew Miss West would sense she was cuming and dreaded to think of the consequences.

She moaned through her gag in a confusion of pleasure and fear. Tears escaped her eyes again and the ball in her mouth almost made her gag as saliva from her heightened state was not able to be swallowed.

Miss West moved forward with her crop and gestured the lady with the whip to move so she could stand between Wendys legs.
The whip was now lashing at Wendys feet and ankles.

Miss West raised the crop and in rhythm to her words she cropped Wendys nipples. “I – HOPE – YOU – ARE – NOT- CUM – ING – YOUNG – LADY!”

Wendy shook her head wildly. The attention on her holes carried on as the orgasm sent her wild. Her whole body shook, her vagina tightened and sucked on the dildo. The posh lady had to fight to keep in control of it so she could carry on at a frantic pace. Sandra pushed her tongue further into Wendys anus and spanked her arse as she did.
Wendys cum had made her so wet that the dildo made a squelching noise as it moved inside Wendy. On the up thrust it sent out a spray of cum which covered the posh ladys hands and face as she concentrated hard on making Wendy orgasm.
Wendy was loud to say she was gagged, and it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Silence Wendy!” Ordered Miss West.

Wendy was oblivious to words now. All she could focus on was her loins and her internal fire.

“Wendy I want you to stop cuming immediately!” Miss West sounded like a school teacher now shouting orders to naughty pupils.
She knew Wendy could not control herself yet. In time Miss West would train her to be more obedient.

“Silence Wendy!” Ordered Miss West again.

Wendy reached a peak and her moans echoed in the room. She feared what punishment Miss West may administer for her disobedience as she slowly started to come back down to earth. Miss West asked the other ladies to stop.
The dildo was pulled out slowly and the four of them took great pleasure in inspecting Wendys fresh honey which coated the whole shaft. The lady with the whip being the only one not to have tasted Wendy took the dildo and slowly licked and sucked it clean.

They all stood now ready to witness Wendy receive her punishment.

“Wendy you know I must mark you now! I will first punish you for breaking your silence and then for cuming before I said you could! Do you understand Wendy?”

Wendy acknowledged with a slow fearful nod of her head.

Miss West softly tapped Wendys face cheeks. A couple of shots on either side.

“You must learn to control your noises Wendy. I asked you to remain quiet but you disobeyed me!”

She then ran the crop down to her nipples where the shots became harder.

“Do not talk or make a sound unless you are told to Wendy! Do you understand young lady!?”

The shots were hard and pained Wendys already tender nipples.
Wendy nodded quickly, hoping that the sudden response would end her suffering. It didn’t and Miss West carried on raining shots to each nipple until they were deep red.

“Now Wendy. Your little vagina disobeyed you too didn’t it?”

Wendy nodded again.

“It released your honey before I was ready Wendy. For that it must be cropped!”

Wendy shook her head violently and her body struggled and fought the restraints. She knew her efforts were futile. She knew this would be the worst pain she could possibly suffer. To have that hard leather tab assault her tender lips would be excruciating. She put up a fight in the hope that Miss West would go easy on her. She knew she had to accept the punishment and was eager to show Miss West she was keen to learn but feared the pain she was about to experience.

She allowed her body to relax and waited to receive her cropping.

“One, two, three…..” Miss West counted the cropping she dealt. The first was soft and kind. The second and third were a little harder. By the time the tenth blow came Miss West was using reasonable force to make Wendy suffer.

Wendy managed to remain silent but the pain she was in was like no other. The crop hit her labia, her clitoris and the skin between her hole and her anus. Miss Wests shots were accurate and deliberate. She knew which parts of a young girl were most sensitive.

She stopped at 15 recognising the pain Wendy must be feeling. Wendy shuddered in pain, she felt her pussy sting and the sensation drove straight through her body. She concentrated hard and managed to stifle her screams.

After several minutes of just watching her hanging in pain Miss West decided it was time to use Wendys mouth to service her and her friends vaginas. She untied Wendys feet and lowered them softly to the ground allowing the blood to flow back to them gradually. She then released the gag and asked Wendy if she had enjoyed her punishment.

“Oh yes Miss West, anything for you.” Wendy replied.

Her hands were released from the ceiling and the other women gathered round to assist getting her into her next position.

They grabbed her arms and body and caringly laid her down on the cold floor on her back. Miss West then pulled her hands together and tied her forearms to each other and pulled them so her body was tight again. Her arms were fastened to one of the metal loops which was just two inches above the floor. With her body as straight as an arrow two of the other women took Wendys legs and spread and secured them apart with a spreader bar. They attached the spreader bar to a cord and ran it through a ring on the ceiling. They then used the metal loops in the ceiling as a pulley to hoist her from the floor.

The ladys looked at Wendy, as she suspended upside down with her legs spread, so they could see right into her vagina. Wendys young firm breasts flopped only slightly towards her face. The back of her head was still on floor and her neck bent uncomfortably so the rest of her was at ninety degrees to it.

Miss West was the first to use Wendy in this position. She removed her ball gag so her mouth could be abused by her and her friends.
Miss West stood above Wendys face with he legs either side of her outstretched arms. She slowly lowered herself onto Wendys pretty face and began to gyrate her already wet pussy into her. She felt Wendys nose bang on her clitoris and her lips moving with the force of her labia.

“Use your mouth to make me cum little one. I want you to drink my cum!” Miss West instructed Wendy.

Wendy realised it was Miss West and with out delay lapped at her Mistresses vagina.
As Wendy worked on her pussy with her soft tongue Miss West grinded her arsehole onto Wendys little nose. Pushing down as hard as she could she felt the tip enter her. She moved in circles to arouse her anus while her young employee flicked her clit with a fast learning tongue.

Sandra, realising Miss West was enjoying her anus being played with bent down behind Miss West and slowly started to finger the outside of her friends anus. Miss West lifted her bum fractionally so she could do as she wished to her tight anus. Sandra wasted no time in slipping a finger into her and wiggling it around to delight her friend.

Miss Wests pre cum built up quickly and she ensured none of it was wasted. She allowed Wendy to lap at it and then fingered her hole herself to draw on the excess build up and allowed that to dribble into Wendys hungry mouth.

Wendy now enjoyed the taste and the excitement of licking Miss West. She found it so perverse and against her best judgement that she just felt so turned on. This made her lap faster and with more attention to detail. She so wanted her boss to cum hard into her mouth.

With her clitoris and anus being played with Miss West soon began to cum. She rocked her vagina on Wendys face and positioned herself to ensure her employee knew where to lick. Her juices oozed and a flood of cum left her pussy in a torrent as she moaned a lovely sigh of pleasure. Wendy continued to lick and gulped as hard as she could to take all the cum she was offered.
Miss West rubbed her soaking pussy all over Wendys face as she came down from her excitement to leave Wendy looking like she had just had a hard workout.
As Miss West stood up she revealed Wendys smiling face. She had a dirty yet innocent smile on her face as if to say ‘I just made you cum Mistress and I enjoyed every bit of it’.

“That was very good Wendy. I am sure with more practice you will become an excellent employee.” Miss West remarked.

“Thankyou Miss West!” Wendy replied, still smiling at her efforts.

The lady who had whipped Wendy now decided it was her turn for some fun.

She too adopted the same position Miss West had. Before she allowed Wendy to lick her she asked Wendy if she would like a 69.

With Wendys mouth just an inch from her pussy she not only heard Wendys reply but felt her warm breath on her pussy too.

“Yes Miss, anything for you.”

With that she lowered herself onto Wendys mouth and wrapped her arms around Wendys frame and took hold of her ass cheeks. She pulled Wendy closer and sank her own face into Wendys crease and the two women began to French kiss each others vaginas.