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I had very recently started dating a guy when I found out it was his birthday. I asked him what he was doing and he said him and all his friends were going to the strip club to celebrate.

“I love strip clubs!,” I said. I really do. I think being naked is nothing to be ashamed of and if these women can make money doing it, why not?

“You should come with us,” he said.

I declined politely and told him I barely knew him (we had only been dating two weeks) and that he could go out and just have a good time with the guys. I hadn’t even met his friends yet.

“But it’s my birthday and I really, really want you to come,” he pleaded.

He put the guilt trip on me so I finally accepted his invitation.

The night of his birthday I had to meet them at the strip club because I was working until about midnight. I had been to a few strip clubs before when I was teenager and had never been to this specific strip joint.

I arrived at about quarter to one in the morning and damn, I looked good. I am 5’2”, 115 pounds, C size breasts, nice, luscious ass. I was wearing a vintage mini dress with a belt with brown boots. I was wearing pantyhouse underneath the dress because it was a November night and unseasonably chilly.

I paid the cover charge at the door and made my way into the darkened, main area. There were 4 stages, all lit up with neon lights on the ceiling. As soon as I walked through the doorway, every man’s in the place eyes shifted from the dancers to me. I saw Matt wave to me from across the room and I made my way over.

He got up and kissed me ‘hello’ and introduced me to all of his friends. Over the next few hours, I had a great time. Aside from being with a good guy that I actually really liked and being praised for being “so cool” to be the only chick in the stripclub, I also really enjoyed pussy in my face. That was something that Matt had no idea about. In fact, no one did.

I had only had a few lesbian experiences prior and had told no one about them. I believe that every girl is entitled to have a few naughty secrets.

Matt kept giving me singles and I’d put them on the counter in front of me and wait for the girls to come to me. They always came to me first before they went to any of the guys sitting around me. They’d stick their titties in my face and then spread their legs in front of me, maybe give it a little rub or two. I was definitely turned on but not overly so…until I saw her.

None of the girls really tickled my fantasy (no pun intended) except one. She was easily 5’10, 5’11 (of course, with the stripper heels on), had long black hair and fringe bangs. She was either very light skinned black or biracial. She was very skinny, small tits but had a great little bubble butt. She came into the stage in a neon yellow bikini.

I immediately put a few dollars right in front of me. As soon as she saw me do it, she came right over with more enthusiasm then any of the other strippers had.

“Hi”, she said to me as she smiled.

I smiled back.

She untied her bikini top and put it around my neck. Her tits were small, probably A’s but they were nice and her nipples were erect. I have a big fetish for nipples. I motorboated her and she smelled so good. She then started to feel me up. The guys began hollering and clapping and I loved the attention.

She then did something I totally wasn’t expected. She actually dipped under the cup of my bra and pinched my nipple. I instantly clenched up. That was my weak spot. I think the guys just thought she was still feeling them since her hand was down my dress and they couldn’t really see.

“My name is Whisper”, she said as she removed her hand and moved onto Matt sitting next to me. She untied her bikini bottoms and her spread her legs for Matt and I. She had her clit pierced and had a big purple barbell going through it. If I had any doubts as to if Whisper liked girls, they were erased as soon as I saw that piercing.

She continued her routine for a few more minutes and I watched her intently. I feel minutes later, as the next girl began her performance, I felt as though the chair I was sitting in was wet. I got up and looked down at the seat and then put my hand on it to feel it.

“What’s wrong?”, Matt asked me.

“I think someone spilled something on my seat”, I said confused.

He reached back and felt my ass.

“Your dress isn’t wet,” he said.

I thought started to panic that I started my period. I told him I was going to find the bathroom.

I looked around and couldn’t find it so I asked one of the waitresses. She said there was no bathrooms for females, just the bathroom in the back aka backstage. She said she had to go back there first and let them know a customer was going to be coming in. She went in the back, a few seconds later came out, smiled, and said it was fine.

I walked through the door labeled PRIVATE and was surprised to see it looked like a gym locker room…a very raunchy gym locker room, that is. There were about half a dozen strippers back there, some eating Chinese takeout, some doing their hair and makeup and I saw one on the house phone. I didn’t see Whisper anywhere.

I smiled nervously and made my way to two saloon type doors labeled BATHROOM.

I was a little annoyed that there wasn’t really a door to the bathroom, just two of those saloon type wooden swinging doors. I guess there’s no point in modesty in a strip club.

The strip club was a relatively nice place but the bathroom looked like it belonged in a crackhouse. I saw a hook to hand my bag and then I began to take down my pantyhose and I couldn’t believe what I saw.

My underwear, as well as the crotch part of the pantyhose were soaking wet. I had no idea I was that turned on and I knew it had to have been Whisper that got me that wet. I peed and just as I was wiping myself (and my inner thighs that were also wet with my juices), the doors swung open.

“Ummm, someone in here!,” I said.

There she was.

Whisper stood in the doorway and as soon as she turned around on the toilet, apologized profusely and turned her back.

“I am so sorry, hun! Do you mind if I just grab some baby wipes under the sink?”

“Oh, uh, no, no problem,” I said as I hastily started pulling up my underwear and pantyhose.

“Thanks”, she said as she smiled. God, she was gorgeous.

She walked over to the sink as I struggled with my pantyhose. She bent down, opened the cabinet doors and took out a huge box of baby wipes. She started to untie her bikini bottoms.

She caught me looking at her and she said, “You don’t mind, do you?”

I laughed nervously and said that I didn’t.

“I already saw the goods, remember?”, I joked.

She laughed too. “Yeah, I remember. You’re gorgeous, by the way”, she said to me.

“So are you”, I said.

She thanked me and put her bikini bottoms on the sink. She propped one leg up and started wiping herself with the baby wipes.

“So,” she said casually, “is that guy in the button down shirt your boyfriend?”

“Oh, uh, not really, we just started dating. We’ll see what happens”, I answered.

“You like girls?”, she asked.

I was stunned. I wasn’t expecting her to ask me that! She must have caught how badly I was trying to advert my eyes from her tan shaven pussy as she wiped it with the moistened towelette.

“I like to play around,” I said coyly.

“Oh yeah?”, she said. “What do you think of this?”

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. She then took her fingers and spread her pussy lips all the way open so I could see her pink little hole. It was way more graphic then when she was performing – they don’t even part the lips, really.

It was like a trance; I couldn’t look away from it.

“It’s nice”, I said. “I like your piercing”.

She giggled and continued to wipe herself.

“Well, when the club closes up, a few of the girls stay here to service some of the members. You should ditch the guys and stay here with me. I could get one of the other girls to join, too”.

I didn’t know what to say. I had a million thoughts going through my head. How could I ditch Matt on his birthday? Am I ballsy enough to fuck a stripper? Are they clean? Do they do this a lot? Where would we do this?

Finally I just smiled and said, “I better get back out there”.

She smiled and said goodbye and went back out to Matt and his friends. He asked me what took so long and I just lied and said I had to wait to use the bathroom because it was occupied.

Around 4 in the morning the club started to empty out and Matt and his friends were blind drunk. I told them I think it was time we left and Matt asked if I wanted him to come with me since I had driven there alone.

“No, it’s okay, go with your friends,” I said.

Just as they piled into his friend’s car I told them that I had to stop at the gas station right by the entrance to the parkway so don’t be alarmed when I wasn’t behind them.

I kissed Matt goodbye, got in my car and pretended to follow them. Just as I said, I pulled into the gas station, waited for them to be out of sight and then turned around and headed back to the stripclub.

When I got back there, Whisper was sitting on one of the couches out in the front lobby, talking to another stripper that also got me hot when she performed. She was chunky but gorgeous. She had long dark hair, D size tits and a nice pussy. She wore a tank top when she performed and didn’t take it off; she would just pull down to expose her tits. I guess she was self conscious about her gut but I still thought she was the second sexiest stripper in the joint. I remembered her name was Nina when they announced it over the speaker hours earlier when she performed.

As soon as Whisper saw me walk back in, her face lit up.

“You’re back!”, she said. “I was just talking about you to Nina”.

Nina smiled from ear to ear. “You’re hot, girl”, Nina said,

I thanked them and we chatted for a few seconds. Whisper then suggested we go back to the backstage area where I had used the bathroom.

When I was back there using the bathroom I hadn’t noticed that behind a row of lockers there was a curtain. I followed Nina and Whisper back there and there was a hidden room back there. It was tiny and was only big enough for the large couch that was in it. I also noticed there was a large blue Tupperware bin in the corner. There was no door to this room, just a sheet for privacy.

“You think this is enough privacy?”, I asked.

“All of the other girls either went home or they are in the suites with the VIP customers. This area is strictly for females”, Whisper explained.

So they have done this before, I thought.

“Do you mind if I stay?”, Nina asked sweetly.

I told her I didn’t. I put down my purse and sat on the couch and Whisper sat on one side of me while Nina sat on the other.

Whisper asked what I liked sexually. I told her pretty much anything and I especially like to be dominated and even more so when it is done by other females. Nina was stroking my leg when Whisper began kissing my neck. Whisper then asked me to strip down to my bra and panties.

I took off my boots and then slid off my pantyhose. I undid my belt and then pulled my dress over my head. I had on a pink satin bra with pink lace boyshort underwear. I sat back down between them.

Whisper began massaging my breasts as she kissed me and rammed her tongue down my throat. She grabbed my face hard with the other hand and said, “you like that?”

“Uh-huh”, was all I could manage to answer.

She reached behind and unhooked my bra.

“Nice titties,” Whisper said.

Nina sucked on the left one while Whisper sucked on the right one. I could feel my stomach drop and knew I was going to be soaking wet…again.

They were sucking and biting and I felt like I was going to explode.

“You’re a little whore, aren’t you?”, Nina asked as she looked up from my large, pink nipples.

“I’m your little whore”, I answered.

Whisper started to giggle. “Good answer!”. She said.

I hadn’t noticed before but Whisper had a tongue ring and she was lapping it all over my nipples. I wanted to touch myself so bad but I wanted to wait since I knew the anticipation is what makes it great.

A few minutes later they stopped sucking on my tits and got up off the couch and stood in front of me..

“Spread that pussy open and let us see it,” Whisper demanded.

I slid off my underwear and spread my legs for them. They started to take off their tops.

“Fuck yea”, Nina said.

“Spread it open with your fingers, bitch, as wide as you can,” Whisper said.

I did as I was told and I was spreading it so hard that it actually started to hurt. I like the feeling of my hole being stretched open like when I am at the Gyno. I looked down and my pink pussy was glistening under the florescent light from the clear goo that kept coming out of my pussy.

“Play with it,” Nina said. Now both girls were taking off their bottoms.

I began to massage my clit as I watched them undress. Whisper put one leg up on the arm of the couch and began to masturbate while she watched me. Nina was just pulling at her nipples, biting her lip, her eyes fixated on my tight, pink dripping pussy.

I began to moan lightly; I didn’t want to be too loud incase there were still girls back there, still getting their shit ready before they headed out for the night.

I kept rubbing my clit until I needed penetration and then slid one finger into my hole. Whisper followed my lead and inserted her finger into her hole as well and started fingering herself furiously. I began teasing my taint and asshole and Whisper did the same; it was like a dirty game of Simon Says.

Nina was sucking on her fingers and then slid them down between her legs and started massaging her clit. A few seconds later, Nina walked over to Whisper, grabbed her by the neck and started to kiss her.

“Oh, yeah…”, I said. Watching them go at it was going to get me off in no time.

Nina took Whisper’s hand and removed her from her pussy and instead, started massaging Whisper’s pussy. Nina moved her mouth down to Nina’s nipple and started sucking as she teased Whisper’s pussy. She’d lightly rub her clit then massage her outer lips. I could tell Whisper was dying for it because she kept bucking her hips, trying to get Nina to put her finger inside of her. It was killing me, too. Finally, Nina took two of her fingers and inserted them deep into Whisper’s wet, throbbing hole.

Whisper screamed.

“Oh, fuck!”, she yelled.

A felt a wave of heat come over. I continued to pump my finger in and out of my pussy while massaging my G-spot and clit with the other hand.

“I’m gonna cum!”, I exclaimed.

Nina and Whisper stopped like a deer headlights.

“Don’t you dare cum until we say!,” Whisper yelled.

I had to stop touching myself, then. If I kept going, I was going to soak that fucking couch.

Without warning, Whisper grabbed me by the hair and forced me face down, ass up on the couch. Now this is the kind of shit I liked.

“You’ll do what we say, cunt”, Whisper said.

My face was smushed down into the couch cushion with my ass in the air. I heard Nina open the bin in the corner. I tried to look but I couldn’t see what she was taking out because Whisper had me so forcefully face down. Then Nina came by my face and dangled pink anal beads in front of me.

“Ever had these before?” she said.

“No”, I said nervously.

I really hadn’t done much of anal play in my lesbian experiences; I usually only experimented with it when I masturbated.

“Get that pussy and ass nice and wet,” Nina instructed Whisper.

Whisper let go of the back of my head and felt her spread my cunt lips open from behind. I felt her tongue ring slid in and out of my inner lips as she played with my clit with her hand.

“Yea, yea, yea…”, I kept saying. It felt so good. I kept trying to concentrate on something unpleasant to keep me from cumming.

Nina watched Whisper eat both my holes out for a few seconds before coming in front of me and spreading her legs.

“Ever eaten pussy, bitch?”, she asked.

“Yes”, I said.

“Good, then you better eat it good,” she said as she settled back in the corner of the couch, anal beads still in hand.

I could feel Whisper move up to my asshole and it tickled and I would tense up a little. In front of me was Nina’s nice, pink, meaty pussy and I couldn’t wait to taste it. She took my face and forcefully buried it right between her legs. I began sucking her clit and she started going wild.

“Oh yea, slut, just like that,” Nina said to me.

Then, without warning, I felt Whisper insert her finger into my asshole. At first it kind of hurt then I couldn’t believe how good it felt as she rammed her finger in it over and over. I reached up and pinched Nina’s nipples as I sucked on her sweet pussy. I took one finger as I sucked on that big clit and massaged her G-spot. I knew she would cum in no time. Within minutes, she grabbed my hair, got super tense and came all over my face. She then got up and went behind me where Whisper was still eating my ass and pussy.

“Suck on these, whore”, Nina said as she rammed the plastic anal beads down my throat. I gagged.

I got them as wet as I possibly could. I was honestly terrified of how much it would hurt. I handed them back to her and Whisper and Nina inserted the anal beads into my rectum. When I told them it hurt, they told me to shut the fuck up and take it…so I did.

Nina went back over to the bin and took out a pair of handcuffs and a strapon. They cuffed me behind my back and instructed me to lay flat.

“I’ve never been fucked by a girl before,” I said.

Nina began to put on the strap on and Whisper sat up my chest.

“Are you gonna make this pretty pussy cum, slut?”., Whisper asked me as she spread her pussy lips in front of my face.

“Yes”, I said.

I saw Nina in the corner squirt some lube on the plastic cock that was now harnessed on her.

“Spread your fucking legs wide, whore”, Nina said.

I couldn’t really see her since Whisper was sitting on my chest. I had no idea what Nina was doing down there and the unknown made me so hot.

I then felt the big cock fill my tight pussy. I screamed loudly.

As soon as Nina got a rhythm and began to fuck me, Whisper spread her pussy lips right on my face and instructed me to lightly flick the barbell in her clit with my tongue. I did just as I was told.

Nina now had my legs in the air and was holding my ankles as she thrusted the cock deep inside me. I knew it wasn’t long before I would get the urge to cum again.

“Make sure you tell me before you cum and you can’t cum until you make Whisper cum,” Nina said.

Whisper then instructed me to stop licking her clit and stick my tongue out, stiff and straight up. Oh shit, I thought to myself. She is going to ride my tongue like it’s a cock.

Whisper spread her hole open as far as it would go and inserted my stiff tongue into her pussy. She grabbed my hair by my forehead and literally rode my face. She massaged her clit furiously the whole time. Her juices were spilling out all over my face and my tongue was aching but I didn’t care. It was the hottest thing I have ever done. Within about two minutes, Whisper came all over my face, neck, chest, tits and hair. She then massaged her cum into my tits as she pinched and pulled them.

Nina was all red and sweating now as she kept fucking my little pussy.

“Tell me how much you like it,” Nina said, out of breath.

“I love it when you fuck my pussy”, I said.

I felt that wave again.

“I’m gonna cum!”, I said.

I felt Whisper slide down and take a handle on the anal beads.

“Now!”, I said as I felt that rush come over me. Whisper pulled out the anal beads one by one and my orgasm lasted for about 30 seconds.

When it was over, I looked down between my legs and the whole couch was drenched. They said they had never seen a girl cum so much in their lives.

The three of us got dressed, used the bathroom, cleaned up and then went to smoke a cigarette. We talked for about a half hour about meaningless stuff like the weather and how badly the New York Yankees sucked this season and then I said goodbye. They both kissed me hard before I walked out the door.

When I got back in my car I realized I had left my phone in there. I had 7 missed calls and even more text messages from Matt. When I called him back I made up some story about running into an old friend at the gas station and going to get a drink with them. I am still dating him today and he still has no idea how one of our first dates, I had a wild threesome with two skanky strippers.

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My first true life lesbian encounter..

I realized when I was about twenty-one years of age that females turned me on. I never was really attracted to my best friends in a sexual way but I remember going to a strip club once with a bunch of guys. I was the only girl and was having a great time watching all the guys get turned out by the beautiful, all naked girls. I was wearing a dress with pantyhose (it was the middle of the winter and freezing out) and I suddenly felt like I wet myself. Needless to say, my pussy was soaking wet from all the titties and pussy lips being rubbed in my face all night. I also took a liking to lesbian porn before I would masturbate. I never thought I was bisexual, it was just a fantasy of mine and I knew I had to act it out in some way but I didn’t know how. I couldn’t have lesbian sex with one of my girl friends; they are like my sisters. I am a gorgeous, wealthy, law school student from an affluent area and as you can imagine, my chances to eat pussy were slim to none. I then decided I’d check out craigslist.com.

For a few days, I innocently trolled the boards. There were a lot of postings in my area and some were more hardcore then others. Finally, on about the third day, I found a posting from a very pretty twenty-eight year old who lived about 30 minutes away from me named Tania. Her posting said looking for “breast play”. I thought this would be a good way to get started into lesbian sex and it seemed pretty safe. I had no idea what I was in for.

I sent her an email, and we began talking over AIM for about a week. She was well-educated, had a great job and also had a fantasy to be with other women and she had only been with one woman before. I expressed to her that I only wanted breast play as her asked for in her posting. She laughed and said that was fine. I also told her she would need to take control since I had never done this before.

We made a date for a Thursday night at her apartment that she shared with her fianc?but he’d be at work all night. I was so nervous, I picked out the perfect pink lacy bra to encase my perky, twenty-three year old, cup C breasts. I studied my tits in the mirror for about twenty-minutes, hoping Tania would think they were okay. My nipples are large and my nipples stand up like top hats when aroused. I began to tweak my nipples, standing there soaking wet in my bathroom post-shower, just thinking about Tania putting her mouth on them. I stopped myself quickly and decided I would save all my sexual energy until I saw her.

When I got to her apartment, I was pleasantly surprised to see she was gorgeous. She was taller then me, about 5’9” (I am only 5’2”), lean, about B sized tits, and a small right ass. She was tan and her hair was dark reddish color. As soon as I stepped foot in her place, she said, “God, you’re hot”. I couldn’t argue with that. I am petite, about 115 pounds, size C breasts and a luscious, full ass. My hair is caramel blonde color and I have olive colored skin being from a mixed Spanish and Italian background.

We sat on the couch and chit-chatted for about an hour. She broke out a bottle of red wine and halfway through my first glass, I was feeling tipsy. I then began drinking slower, since I didn’t want to have a hard time getting aroused because of my alcohol intake.

After the conversation lulled, she moved closer to me on the couch and asked if I was “ready to play?”. I giggled and she leaned over and kissed me. She kissed me softly at first, then snuck her tongue in and before long, she was ramming it down my throat. If a guy had kissed me like this, I would’ve gotten up and left and told him to go back to the eighth grade and learn how to kiss. But when Tania did it, I felt numb and my whole body tingled.

She then suggested that we’d take off our shirts and strip down to our bras. We both sat there on the couch, me in my pink lace bra and her in a red satin one. She began to massage my breasts over the cups of my bra.

“You like that?”, she whispered.

I told her I did as I giggled sheepishly. This felt strange, like it was a dream and I was terrified but I was also excited to see what was about to happen next.

“Can I take off your bra, sexy?”, Tania said.

I obliged and she unhooked my bra. I felt so vulnerable sitting on a stranger’s couch, while she was still covered.

“Lay back, relax”, she said.

I realize how tense and stiff I was. I leaned back a little bit, feet still on the floor as she leaned forward and began to play with nipples.

“Ooooohhhhh….,” I said. All the guys I have ever dated knew if they wanted me to get soaking fucking wet, to play with my nipples first.

Tania was tweaking and pinching them and even started lightly slapping them. I was so turned on. I felt butterflies in my stomach and a surge in my panties.

“What do you want me to do with them?”, she coyly asked.

“Put them in your mouth,” I answered. I couldn’t even believe I just said that!

She smiled for ear and ear and bent down and began to suck on my left nipple while still pinching the right. I felt myself grinding my teeth as I got more and more horny. She started to lightly bite them and I told her to slap them again. She started to slap my tits right on my nipples and I just felt electricity through my veins. After about 10 minutes of breast play on me, I unhooked Tania’s bra and was about to engage in my first lesbian activity ON someone else.

I basically just mimicked when Tania did to me. Her breasts were much smaller then my own. Her nipples were small and red in color and I really liked sucking on them. She moved my hair out of my face while I did so, the whole while looking up at her innocently. Hey, if it turned on guys so much to look at them while sucking their cocks, it would work on girls too theoretically, right?

After about 10 minutes of munching on Tania’s small perfect titties, she sat me up and we began to rub both our nipples on eachother while we kissed. She then asked if I would like to move into the bedroom so we could have a bit more room and I agreed.

We moved to the bedroom and I laid on bed with Tania on top of me. We continued to kiss and rub our nipples on eachother. She then said she had an idea. She wanted to rub her nipple on my clit, over my panties. I was hesitant at first and then I agreed as long as there was no direct vaginal contact. I didn’t think I was ready for that just yet.

She removed my jeans and I was wearing plain white cotton, boy short panties underneath. I didn’t even wear sexy underwear since I didn’t plan on this little tryst going this far.

Tania came back up to mouth and told me to suck them again and get them all nice and hard so I can feel them on my clit. I did as I was told on both nipples and she moved down to my pussy. I spread my legs apart as much as I could muster without feeling completely awkward and she began to rub her nipple on my pussy. It felt so good and the friction of my panties was making me so wet. I pinched my nipples as I watched Tania between my legs rub her titties against my moist pussy. All of a sudden, she started to laugh.

“What?”, I asked.

“You have a huge wet spot on your panties”, she said.

I began to blush.

“Can I look at it?”, she asked.

I was silent for a minute. I wasn’t even sure what she meant. She explained she just wanted to look at my pussy and wouldn’t touch it if I didn’t want her to. She said just pretend like I was at the doctor. Now THAT turned me on and I was sold.

She removed my panties and opened my legs. I continued to massage my breasts.

“Can you open it for me?”, she asked.

I took my fingers and spread it open for her as she intently watched.

“Fuck, your pussy is so wet,” she moaned. “It’s glistening”.

I then realized how turned on I was making her and it in turn was making me super horny. I opened my hole as wide as I could.

“Mmmmmm”, Tania whispered. “Can I see your asshole, too?”

At this point, I am fully naked on this girl’s bed, I wasn’t about to be modest now. I lifted my legs a little and opened my ass chicks and showed her my shithole. Tania licked her lips.

“I want to see your pussy now,” I said.

Tania was out of her jeans and underwear in about fifteen seconds flat. She sat right across from me, in the same position and spread her pussy open so I could see.

“Do you want to touch it?”, she said.

I wasn’t sure just yet. I told her I wanted to watch her touch it. She began to masturbate as I watched and then I began to rub my clit too. There we were, getting off to EACHOTHER getting off. I watched her cum and some clear liquid shot across at me and hit me in the lower stomach. I laughed.

“Did you cum yet?”, she asked.

I told I didn’t and I wanted and needed penetration. She walked over to her closet and took out a purple vibrator.

“Do you want me to fuck you with this?”, she asked.

I did. I wanted it so fucking badly.

“Lay back”, she instructed me.

I laid back, nervous as hell and I literally thought I may vomit from my nerves. I spread my legs and Tania came and sat up by me.

“Spread ‘em really wide so I can put it in,” she said.

I opened my legs as far as they would go and she reached down and inserted the jelly cock into my dripping snatch.

I instantly let out a moan.

She began to slowly fuck me with it as she sucked on my tits.

I asked her to turn the vibrator on, so I could feel the vibrating part on my clit and she said, “Not yet, I want you to beg for it”.

She began to fuck me harder and harder with the toy and I was grinding my hips back and forth against the bed. She stopped sucking on my tits and settled herself right between my legs as she furiously fucked me. I could feel the sheets soaking wet under me.

“If you want me to turn it on, get on all fours”, she demanded.

I immediately flipped over on all fours, and stuck my ass in the air. I was waiting for her to reinsert the dildo when all of a sudden I felt wetness back there. I then realized she was licking my pussy.

“What are you doing?!”, I yelled. I was angry at first. I wasn’t sure if I was comfortable with that.

“Just relax, baby”, Tania said. “I need to taste your pussy and ass and then I’ll fuck you again with this, okay?”.

I hesitantly agreed. She put the vibrator down, spread apart my pussy lips and buried her face in the crevice of my pussy and ass. She was putting her tongue in and out and in and out of my pussy and then she moved up to my asshole. At one point while she was sucking my pussy, she fingered my asshole very slowly. It felt amazing but I just wanted her to fuck me till I came with that vibrator. I asked her to finish me off because I felt like I was going to explode. She giggled and said she could do one better. She walked back to her closest and came out with a slim, small vibrator and said she was going to put the little one in my ass as she fucked my pussy with the purple dick.

So there she is behind me, fucking me with the big dildo and putting the little one in and out of my ass. I am pinching my own nipples and playing with my clit alternately and before long I feel the wave start to come over me.

“I’m gonna cum!”, I scream.

Just as I came, Tania removed both toys from my holes and rammed her two of her fingers in my pussy. She told me later she did this because she wanted to “feel my pussy quiver from the inside”. After it was over, I was exhausted and Tania was pleased with herself.

I felt bad I had gotten off in such an awesome way and she had only gotten off with her own hand. She smiled shyly and said it was okay and I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to. I told her I wanted to eat her pussy and her face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

I told her to lay back this time, and I lowered my face to her crotch. I had seen pussy that up close before, at the strip club so I wasn’t shocked at all being that close to it. I parted her outer lips and just looked around for awhile to familiarize myself with it. Her pussy was glistening under the light of her overhead fan and some of it was dripping out onto her asshole. I then pulled apart the inner lips and stared face to face with her tight, pink hole. She was writhing against the bed in the anticipation of me sucking and licking it.

I then took my fingers and pulled back the hood of her clit and finally flicked it lightly with my tongue.

“Ohhhh yeah,” she moaned.

I then began to suck on her clit as she moaned more and more loudly. I inserted my two fingers into her pussy and fingered her at the same time. She was so wet that it was oozing over my fingers, right onto her pretty floral bedspread.

“Talk dirty to me…I’ll get off quicker”, she said.

“You like my fingers in your wet pussy, you filthy little whore?”, I asked her.

“Oh, God yes!”, she yelled.

“You got a perfect little pink pussy, slut,” I said.

She was getting closer and closer to orgasming and I could tell because her body was getting all flushed.

“I’m so close!”, she exclaimed.

“Cum on these fingers, slut. Cum now!”, I yelled at her.

“Oh shittttt!”, she screamed as she came all over my fingers and onto my face.

After it was over, we laid in bed next to eachother, played with our tits a little bit and then took a shower together. I was at her place for a total of about three hours and I left satisfied with my first lesbian encounter. We still get together every couple of months for an all out, pussy munching and fucking session.

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Cindy lay in the tub and relaxed as the jet propelled water wafted over every inch of her lean sun tanned body. What a day! It felt good just to not have to move! She was startled when the door to the bathroom door literally burst open as her mother hurriedly plopped down on the john and let loose with a audible sigh as a river of hot pee gushed from her pussy. I’m sorry, hon,” she apologized while she wiped her damp crack, “I just couldn’t hold it another minute!” “That’s all right,” Cindy replied while looking at her mothers bare vagina, “if ya gotta go……..” It wasn’t exactly her mother’s pussy that had drawn the eighteen year olds attention, it was more what was attached to it! “Mom, can I ask you a question,” Cindy asked softly? “Why sure, dear,” the older woman replied while tugging her bikini panties over her hips, “ask away!” “Well, uh,” Cindy stumbled, “it’s just that I was wondering about your, you know, your ring!” Marilyn Case looked down at her pretty young daughter, and in a subdued voice asked softly, And which ring would that be?” With her face and pert breasts flushing red Cindy replied almost inaudibly, “You know, the one down there, on your vagina!” Instead of pulling up her slacks, Marilyn left them down around her ankles while answering gently, “Well, what is it you want to know?” “I dunno,” Cindy said softly, “I was just wondering what it feels like, I mean to have something like through your lips.” “Well, it’s not actually through my lips,” Marilyn replied while pushing her panties back down, “as you can see it actually is piercing my clit!” This was the first time she had seen her mother’s ring this close up, and unbelievably it was true, her mother’s clit was being pulled from its hood by the tiny stainless steel piece of jewelry! “M-my god,” she gasped, “it’s beautiful, but doesn’t it hurt, I mean that’s a pretty sensitive spot?!?” “Mmmmm, no,” her mother replied, “it feels wonderful to have something tugging on me all of the time!” Cindy hadn’t even realized she was doing it but as she stared at her mother’s incredible pussy her own hand had slipped between her legs and she began gently probing her teenage muff!

Marilyn groaned softly while eyeing her daughter’s luscious body, and involuntarily her pussy drenched itself as her super engorged clit began to throb spasmodically! “M-mommy, you have such a beautiful vagina,” Cindy gasped. “I wanna get a ring for my clit too!” Cindy had by now buried her fingers deep into her white hot quim, and while her mother looked on in wide eyed wonder, furiously masturbated her clitoris until her back arched and an orgasm of mind bending proportions slammed into her helpless pussy like a locomotive running down hill without brakes! “Sweet jesus, you’re on fire,” Marilyn whispered to her daughter while at the same time moving over to edge of the tub! “Now be a good little girl and show mommy what a nice mouth you have!” Cindy’s head was spinning out of control but with her mommy’s incredibly puffed up pussy only inches from her face, she swallowed hard, and after only a moments hesitation leaned forward and let her tongue slip into her mommy’s steaming crack!

Marilyn closed her eyes while Cindy’s tongue worked its magic on her bulging organ. Subconsciously she opened her blouse, unhooked her lacy white bra, and after roughly twisting her nipples pulled one of the bright pink nubs to her mouth and began sucking on it greedily. If anyone would have walked into that bathroom they surely would have been stunned to see a pretty young woman with her mouth attached to the over ripe pussy her mother! A deep groan gurgled up from deep inside of Marilyn’s throat as a tidal wave of passion began welling up deep in the pit of her belly. With Cindy gently tugging at her clit ring with her teeth Marilyn’s legs nearly buckled as her cunt was attacked with series of mini cums that only stoked the fires in her pussy even hotter! If she hadn’t known better she would have figured her daughter was an experienced cunt lapper, but as far as she could tell this was probably her first experience at sucking the bearded clam! Cindy’s own fingers were now literally flying in and out her gaping labia while both women were now shamelessly thrusting their cunts forward as they climbed aboard the “Climax Express”!

Cindy had always figured that her mommy had a hot pussy, after all anyone who wore a clit ring was probably somewhere around the bend sexually, but she was finding out the her mother had a hunger in her loins that was absolutely ravenous! “Thatta baby,” Marilyn moaned, “suck my fucking pussy you hot cunted little bitch!!!” That did it!!! Just hearing her mother begging for it in such descriptive language was more than the poor girl could take, so without giving it a second thought the young woman grabbed a bottle of shampoo and rammed the thinner end deep inside of her pussy! “G-good fucking christ, your fucking yourself,” Marilyn gasped! “Oh yes, fuck it harder, fuck that little red hot pussy!!!” By now Cindy was trying to devour her mommy’s pussy while at the same time ramming the bottle neck in an out of her helpless cunt like a trip hammer! Marilyn let her boobs fall free so she could use her hands to grab her daughter’s head and force her mouth harder into her gaping slit! Cindy’s pussy began to buck up and down as the hard plastic bottle induced a stunning orgasm in her tight little cunt, while at the same time her mommy’s crack convulsed hard several times while filling her mouth with a gusher of sweet hot pussy juice!!!

Both women were momentarily shocked at the strange turned of events, but after only a second or two Marilyn’s legs finally gave out as she slid helplessly to the floor with her legs splayed wide open and her clit ring glistening with a coating of Bartholin’s fluid!!! “My goodness, mommy,” Cindy cooed while softly caressing her own breasts, “I can’t wait to get a ring of my very own!!!” Marilyn smiled, let out a deep sigh, and replied, “Mmmmmm, and I’ll make the appointment!!!

THE END

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was a ‘pianist’ and had been picked up in a sweep, along with my radio. I was young and attractive, and after I’d spilled my guts to my interrogator, then naturally, I didn’t want to be sent to a concentration camp to be killed, or taken out into the back yard to be hanged or shot.

I was a ‘pianist’ and had been picked up in a sweep, along with my radio. I was young and attractive, and after I’d spilled my guts to my interrogator, then naturally, I didn’t want to be sent to a concentration camp to be killed, or taken out into the back yard to be hanged or shot.

My first meeting with Mistress was in the horrible, cold and dirty cell I got thrown into, on arrival. Pardon my vulgarity, but they hadn’t even given me the proverbial ‘pot to piss in’. I thought I’d been in it a few hours, wetting myself, and panicking as to what was going to happen to me. I’d been trained in England and I had a fair idea of what sort of treatment I could expect from the Gestapo. To be fair, I was a little surprised that I hadn’t yet been raped; which was the first thing I expected to happen to me. I was an attractive young woman, after all, and I knew that multiple rape was often the first stage in softening up a female prisoner. It was often all it took to break her, too. I expect that it would have been sufficient to break me; I’d likely have been offering to talk before the first man got my panties down as far as my knees, let alone as far as my ankles!

Anyway, the door opened and I jumped, thinking to myself that it was time to be interrogated rather roughly. I got the surprise of my life when an attractive brunette of about twenty five, wearing an immaculate uniform, walked in, carrying a cushion and a bucket.

She put the bucket into one corner of my cell, knelt down on the cushion beside my bed and held out her hand to me. “I am Sturmbannfuhrer Hartmann,” she said, in excellent French; even down to the Paris accent, as I took the proffered hand. “I am the equivalent to a French major, and I’m in command of this facility. I already know who you are, from your purse, although I have little idea if the name is real or fake. Now that you’re here, in my custody, it doesn’t matter, does it? You’re a brave woman to do what you do, for the Tommies, and I respect you for it; I really do. You just made the mistake of being caught. You are lucky that you were brought here, to me, and not taken to one of our other ‘facilities’.

You know where you are I presume?” she asked.
“Yes, major,” I mumbled.
“Then you know what usually happens to your sort in here. The men have already argued over got to rape you first, but I told them they couldn’t. I’ve made a wager with them; one that says I can get all the information I want, without having to resort to hurting you. I’m willing to ignore the fact that you’re a spy for a foreign power, if you’ll tell me what I want to know. Those bullies that like to think that they’re men; although you and I know otherwise; are not going to hurt you, because I won’t let them. No doubt they’re all fervently hoping that I’ll fail and hand you over to be broken in the usual way for one as pretty as you are, but I don’t think I will. I don’t think that you’re stupid enough to let me fail, because you know what that means, and you don’t want to experience their methods of interrogation. I don’t doubt that you’ll sing like a canary if I let the, erm, ‘males’ have you, but I’m gambling that you don’t want me to do that.

I have a deal to offer you, and I think that you should take it. My side of the deal is warm food, hot water to wash with, clean clothes to replace the soiled ones that you’re wearing at the moment, and no harm to even a hair on your head. Your side of the deal is that you spill your guts to me, and to me alone.

I don’t want to hurt you, but you should know that I will if I have to; if you leave me no choice. I don’t like to hurt people, but if it was the other way round; if I was in your hands, your friends would do to me, exactly what my men are going to do to them. I don’t doubt for one moment that I’d be tortured for what I know. How long do you think would it be until they began to rape me, for being nothing more than a German bitch who had the bad luck to get caught, and who was going to be entertainment, until they got bored with the sport, and murdered me? Your friends would kill me eventually, and we both know they would. I’ll give you time to think over my offer, as I make you a cup of tea to soothe your nerves, and as a down payment on my part of the deal.”

That sort of kindness threw me entirely. I wasn’t expecting anything of the sort. I was expecting the brutality I had been taught that I could, and should, expect. Within ten minutes I had a cup of tea on a saucer with two lumps of sugar on the side, and a small jug of cream, and I was absolutely lost for words. As I put the milk and sugar into the cup, the major produced part of a packet of biscuits from a uniform pocket, and gave me those as well. I did not expect such nicety in a Gestapo facility. The major left me alone for thirty minutes, allowing me to drink the tea and eat all the biscuits. I’d had neither food nor water for hours, and was both hungry and thirsty. Then she came back to ask if I wanted to accept her offer, or if I was going to patriotic, stubborn and/or immensely stupid.

I’d always been stubborn, and I liked to think that I was a patriot, but I was never stupid. I was frightened out of my wits, and such an offer was very appealing, so I agreed to tell her anything she wanted to know, if she promised not to hand me over to the men and allow them to rape me, before, during or after I talked. She promised, with her hand over her heart, and told me that if I was abused when she was away from the building, all I had to do was point out the man, or men who hurt me, and they’d be punished. I told the beautiful young major that I’d accept her offer; I told her that I’d tell her whatever she wanted to know as long as she didn’t hurt me.

I didn’t know whether or not I could believe what she told me, but that simple promise gave me hope for the first time in hours, and hope was something that I desperately needed! I also realized that I had little choice other than to accept her promise at face value, because I knew what would happen to me if I didn’t. We even shook hands to seal the bargain!

We’d talk for a short while, the major said it would be an hour or so, after which I could have a meal and another cup of tea. Then we’d continue to talk. We talked for the hour, and then my meal was brought to me by a guard. The meal wasn’t wonderful; a bowl of tomato soup and four slices of bread; but the bread was fresh, the soup was hot, and so was the tea that came with it. As the guard took away my empty tray, the look he gave me was something horrible, as if I was something he’d stepped in, on the pavement outside. I didn’t say or do anything to provoke him, however, and he neither touched me, nor spoke to me. The major came back after I’d eaten, and she asked more questions. I answered what I could, and she seemed content with that; not implying that I was lying, or holding back, because to do so would be stupid.

Later that night, I heard two of the men talking outside my cell. I had no idea of what they were saying, but from the crude laughter, I didn’t have to be a genius to figure it out.

As they laughed and joked, and I shivered in a mixture of fear and cold, another voice cut in, over theirs. I didn’t understand that one either, but it was clear that its owner wasn’t happy with what he’d heard. The little vision hatch on the door of my cell opened, and I saw the face of a kind looking middle aged man. “Go back to sleep, now, Miss, they won’t trouble you,” he said, in pretty good French.

I spent a cold night in that cell, but I was left alone by the sentries, and the rest of the staff, if there were any further staff. The door was opened, loudly, and quite early, and there stood the major; her uniform looking immaculate, and holding a tray in both hands. On that tray were a bowl of breakfast cereal, a cup of tea, and a bar of chocolate. The major put the tray on the floor beside my bed, with the words, “Breakfast mein liebling,” and walked away, to allow me peace to eat my breakfast. I didn’t bother to ask what the hell a ‘liebling’ was, though; I didn’t need to know what it meant. I’ll admit that I was still a little shocked at such gentle treatment, when my instinct told me that I should not be expecting it.

After I’d eaten breakfast, the major walked back into the cell and she was carrying a chair. She sat down and gave me a little smile. “How are you feeling this morning?” she asked.
“Fine,” I replied, “but it was a little cold last night.”
“Well, we’ll see about some more blankets for you this afternoon, if you continue to co-operate.” Then she stuck her head out of the door, and shouted something in her language that I didn’t understand. Almost immediately, a sentry appeared with a clean bucket, and took mine out of the corner of the cell, while giving me a look like a summons. “He doesn’t like you,” commented the major.
“No, he doesn’t,” I replied.
“Never mind, he doesn’t have to like you. He just has to remember what I’ll do to him if he doesn’t obey my orders; I’ll have the eggs off him with a blunt razorblade and I’ll ship him off to Torgau before he’s finished screaming! Either that or he can volunteer for active service on the Russian front.” For ‘eggs’, I figured she meant ‘testicles’, but as for what ‘Torgau’ was, I didn’t know. Maybe it was a prison of some sort for soldiers.

“I’ll tell you something that might surprise you, Cherie. Most of the men here don’t like me a great deal more than they like you; maybe even less. If I’d let them have you yesterday, you would be more popular than I am; for obvious reasons. Behind my back, they call me ‘Queen Bitch’ for my attitude, but they still do what I tell them.

You’ve already been labeled as my pet; you’re untouchable, so you might as well try and milk it for all it’s worth. The two young thugs who woke you up last night won’t be bothering you again. They’re on their way to the mountains of Norway as we speak. If they’re lucky, I’ll send them some trousers next week! If you need anything, and you’re feeling brave, get a sentry’s attention, politely of course, and ask.” She wrote a sentence down on a piece of paper and told me to, “If a sentry gives you trouble, quote him that line, and remind him of what you want.

The major returned to questioning me about anything she wanted to know, and like the sniveling coward that I was, I told her anything I could. She asked me for the name and address of our courier. I didn’t know, so I couldn’t tell her; all I could give her was a physical description which could have applied to thousands of locals. Only our commander and his deputy knew that, and to be fair, those two would probably have been quite at home in the same uniform as the major; they’d have behaved every bit as bad as their enemy, in the same situation.

When the major commented on the sort of treatment she expected would have been meted out to her, in our hands, the day before, I could easily image those two doing exactly what she described, and I felt a little ashamed about that. However, they were both dead, so she couldn’t ask them.

Dinner was brought to me from the canteen, and it was warm and tasty. After that, I took delivery of three big, thick blankets for my bed, brand new and still in the packaging, to keep out the cold of the night, while I slept. I was left alone in the afternoon, and as I lay, curled up on my bed, bored out of my skull, I felt more like a traitor than I had up until then. I consoled myself with the fact that the alternative was worse. I couldn’t have stopped myself talking to my interrogators, and I knew that. All I would have achieved, by refusing to tell the major what she wanted to know, was subjecting myself to pain and suffering. When the major popped her head around the doorway briefly, gave me a big thick book to read, “To prevent boredom,” she said; a cup of hot cocoa to drink, and half a family pack of digestive biscuits to snack on, “To keep your energy up,” it made just made me feel even worse.

I could hear the odd scream from further down the corridor, and I knew what that meant. My friends were being tortured, and I was being molly coddled as an ‘experiment’. I was the only woman taken in the raid, so at least I didn’t have to imagine the scenes of sexual violence being perpetrated against anyone; I just had to worry about them being perpetrated against myself, if the major thought that I was holding information back. As long as she kept her word though, I had no intention of doing that, and it seemed clear to me that she would keep her word.

Late that night, I awoke in my bed, feeling unwell. After I’d vomited into the slops bucket, I asked the guard for a cup of water to wash away the bad taste. He laughed and told me to where I could get off, so I quoted the line I’d been given by the major. Lights were left on in the cells all the time, to make it difficult for prisoners to sleep, so I could read it easily.

The cup of water was delivered very quickly after that. I was even asked if I wanted a second one! I accepted, and put it in one corner of the cell, as far away from the slops bucket as I could get it, in case I got thirsty during the night. The following morning I asked the major for a translation of what I’d shouted down the corridor. It went something like this, “Your commander wants me looked after very well, and if I tell her how nasty you’ve been to me, what do you think queen bitch will do to you in the morning?” What would ‘queen bitch’ have done to him? Clearly he didn’t want to find out, so I got what I wanted.
By day three, I’d spilled all I knew, which wasn’t much, so the major went back on questions that had already been answered, just to check answers. With hindsight, she was coming to see me because she was attracted to me, and was gently sounding me out, to see if I’d be responsive to the offer she wanted to make me. If I look back now, I suppose that I should have seen it in her eyes, but I wasn’t looking for that; I was too afraid to imagine that the woman being so nice to me was attracted to me, and wanted to get me into her bed.

At the end of the third interrogation session, the major gave me a cloth, a towel, a bucket of hot water and a bar of soap, so that I could wash. She even gave me a set of clean clothes out of her own wardrobe. I could finally get rid of the smell that came from what I was wearing. I’d been wearing the clothes I wet myself in, for three days, and basically, I stank to high heaven.

When our hideout had been raided, I’d hidden in what I thought was a secret room, and hoped I wouldn’t be found. I had no gun with me, so I couldn’t put up a fight when I did get found. I had been taught about weapons in England, so when I saw the business end of a Schmeisser machine pistol pointed at me, I wet myself.

Some resistance fighter, eh! It didn’t take much lorry space to carry the few of us taken alive, and so we traveled in half decent comfort, although we were very scared of what was going to happen to us. I expected to be tortured for what I knew, and very definitely appreciated the kindness I received from the beautiful, busty young major. While I was in the lorry, I thought that I should have tried to provoke the young soldier into shooting me; that way I could have had a quick, clean, and relatively painless death. Unfortunately, I hadn’t been that smart, or that brave; I just stood still, put my hands up and wet my panties. The major even stood outside the cell door, to stop the guards looking at me while I stripped naked to wash.

Apparently, I was judged to be a successful experiment, even though I knew it was simply my cowardice that made me spill my guts the way I did. The major also knew what the situation was and said, rather crudely, that when she’d seen my tear streaked face, and seen and smelled my piss-soaked skirt, she figured what would happen if she could get me decent treatment, rather than let the interrogators take it in turns to beat and rape me, as usually happened to attractive female prisoners.

My looks had survived the interrogation procedure because I talked straight away. I knew what the alternative was to spilling my guts so readily; therefore they didn’t have to torture me. In all fairness, I’d been picked up with the survivors of my entire resistance cell anyway; therefore I didn’t really have a great deal of valuable information to give away to my interrogators.

I wondered what would happen to me when I’d told all of what I knew; would my captors take me out the back and shoot me? Would they simply loop a rope over the ceiling beam, and hang me from it, in the cell? I didn’t expect to leave the building in anything other than a body bag. I’d known that I was a dead woman from the moment I got out of the truck in the courtyard upstairs; I just hoped that they would show me a little mercy from the way I’d given them all the information they wanted, and make my death quick, and relatively painless. Perhaps one of them would press the muzzle of his service pistol against the nape of my neck and pull the trigger.

The question was answered when the major came to see me; late on I think the sixth, or maybe the seventh night, I’m not entirely sure. The building was deserted, as she intended it would be. My cell door opened and she stepped through, looking as immaculate as ever in her field grey uniform, and she sat on the edge of my bed. “What do with do with you now that I’ve picked your brain clean of any useful information?” she asked.

I didn’t know what to say.

“Generally, we dispose of terrorists like you on a train to a concentration camp, but it would be a waste of a beautiful woman. I think can save your life, but you’d have to make the risk worth my while.”
“I’m not wealthy, major,” I replied. “I don’t have money to bribe you with.”
She stood up and pulled the blankets away from me, and for a moment I began to panic. Then she sat back down, gently ran a hand up my skirt and touched the crotch of my panties. “I don’t really need money from you, and I’m far more interested in this,” she said, as she pushed her fingers inside my panties.
“Major?” I asked, pretty much in shock at the way she had so blatantly come on to me.

She rolled me over onto my back, straddled my body, and deliberately grabbed hold of both of my breasts, through my clothes. “This is what I want from you in exchange for your life; I want your beautiful body. I’ll treat you better than any of the men would, as long you please me; I’ll give you my word on that. I won’t beat you, starve you, or share you with anyone, as long as you’re my pretty mistress. The fact that you’re an enemy agent in hiding won’t matter. You’ll be well-looked after, well-fed and well-clothed, although you’ll have to stay indoors at my billet, permanently.”

I froze, and couldn’t seem to speak. “Your friends go to the nearest camp in the morning as slave labor. So far, your name isn’t on the shipping list, and I’ll probably get a slap on the wrist from my area commander for that oversight, if it stays that way. You’ve got a week to make your mind up, because when the oversight is realized, you’ll get shipped on the next train, and I won’t be able to do anything about it.

You might draw a senior camp officer’s attention with your looks, and spend a while as his mistress, but he won’t treat you as well as I will, and it will only last until he gets bored with you, and replaces you with a new mistress from another shipment of prisoners. After that, they’ll work you to death, or they’ll just put you into the gas chamber.

As I said, it would be waste of a beautiful young woman, and I find myself attracted to you in the same way as the men here. There’s a very big difference though; I won’t rape you; there’s no point to it. I’ll only have you in my bed if you’re willing to be there with me, and I’ll do my best to provide pleasure for you. I can make the nights enjoyable for you, in front of the fire, or under the covers of my bed.”

The major put a hand back into my panties, pressing a fingertip inside my sex, and then pushing it a little deeper when I didn’t complain. Would I have dared to complain?
I blushed and she smiled. “You’ve never been touched like this before, have you?” she asked.
“No,” I replied, seeing as I hadn’t. No man had gotten into my panties because I was a good girl, and a good girl didn’t give away her virginity until her wedding night.
“Are you still a virgin?” she asked with a clear smile on her face. She was hoping I was going to say ‘yes’.
“Yes, Major; I’ve been a good girl,” I replied. I had been a good girl, too, and refused the attempts to seduce me that several of the other members of the resistance cell had made, although I had never imagined that saving my chastity would save my life.
She smiled again and said, “In that case, strip and show me what you’ve got to offer me in exchange for your life,” as she got up to stand at my bedside. I hesitated and she added, “You’ve got nothing that I haven’t got.”

I still hesitated, and she reached down to touch my cheek. “Tell you what, if you’re worried, I’ll match you in nakedness, item for item. You show me your tits, I’ll show you mine. If you show me your pussy, I’ll show you mine. I’ll even go first if you insist.

There’s only me, you and one guard in this building, and that’s how it’ll be for at least an hour. That guard is the only one I trust, and that’s because he doesn’t like girls. He’s not going to be interested in your body, even if he could see it. You’d have to pay him to have sex with you!”

I couldn’t help but smile at the fairness of the offer, so I stood up, and feeling thoroughly humiliated, I followed her lead and stripped off to let her see my body. I was strange to notice that the major wasn’t even slightly embarrassed to show me her body, and despite what I had gone through, I did still have some pride left. When the major shamelessly bared her enviable breasts in front of me, I felt that I had to bare my lesser pair for her. I felt the same when she took off her panties, and threw them on my bed; making no attempt to cover her sex. I was worried about being disturbed in the cell, but I did what I was told, because the major clearly wasn’t worried, and if we’d been caught, it would have been far more embarrassing for her than for me.

When we were both naked, the major walked around to stand behind me and reached around to grab my breasts, as she pressed hers into the skin of my back. “These feel every bit as good as they look,” she whispered into one ear. “You have the nicest pair of tits I’ve ever had hold of, and I think I’m going to enjoy playing with them on a nighttime.”

Then she released her grip and stepped back in front of me again, and reached across to my bed to produce a pen from her jacket pocket. “I need to check and see if you’ve told me the truth, though, you dirty French tart,” she said to me. I didn’t have to be told where the pen was going to be put, and the major demanded that I lie back on the bed and open my legs for her.

Feeling even more humiliated than I ever had, I obeyed, because I knew I had no choice. The major pressed the pen up inside my sex and it struck my hymen, as I hoped it would. I was a virgin, but not all virgins’ hymens survive intact if they’ve led active lives, and I had led an active life. Then she straddled my body again and looked down at me, with a smile. “You have been a good girl, unlike me; I’ve been a bad girl, and I’m nowhere near as innocent as you are. So, my pretty French tart, my bed, or the concentration camp?”
“Your bed, major; I don’t want to die. I’ll be your dirty French tart, if it means I don’t get killed.”

The major smiled and then reached down to kiss me. When I felt her tongue pressing at my lips, I opened them and allowed it to slip past them and into my mouth, as she gently squeezed my bare breasts. I felt dirty and degraded for what I was doing, but I was desperate not to be shipped off to a concentration camp in the morning as slave labor; I didn’t want to be worked to death. Nor did I want to be forced into being an officer’s mistress, which would have been no better than rape anyway.

I didn’t know how a prostitute felt when she first sold her body, but I doubt that it could have been much different to the way I felt at that moment, because I was basically going to give mine away; I wasn’t even going to be able to charge money for it! I suppose though, that I was going to trade it for something far more valuable than mere money; I would get to live!

Feeling brave, I asked the major why she’d intervened on my behalf, and she told me the truth. Despite her job, she didn’t believe in treating people the way the Gestapo often did. (Not having an interest in men, the major was at a disadvantage in being so beautiful, and the uniform tended to deter most of them. That was why she wore it, even when she could wear civilian clothes. She liked the fact that some of the men who might otherwise have made advances towards her because of her beauty, referred to her, behind her back, as ‘that filthy little Gestapo bitch!’ and didn’t want anything to do with her. Her logic was that if no one made advances, then she wouldn’t have to knock them back, and risk raising suspicion about her sexual preferences.)

There was the fact that she had French blood in her, and had spent years living in France. No doubt her ability to speak French like a native was why she’d been posted to Paris, which was where she’d lived for years before the war. In a way, seeing as she had spent many years in the country, she was a native, and it was why she wanted a posting anywhere but France, yet knew that she had no chance of any posting other than France.

She’d seen me when I was dragged into the building, and she could tell just how terrified I was. At that moment, she had an idea. That idea was to see how far she could get in breaking me, using nothing but kindness. Her male colleagues had laughed at her before, when she came up with the idea, so it was then a matter of pride, and she couldn’t allow me to hold out. She was an intelligent woman though, and knew how to play on my fears. That was why I had been left alone for hours in the cell, on that first day, and been allowed to panic, and wet myself a second time.

There was also the fact that she thought that I was beautiful, and she’d hoped that I was still a virgin, because she wanted to have sex with me while I was still unspoiled; before the men had taken their turns to roughly go through me for a few days as entertainment, and made a mess of my shapely body and my pretty face with cigarette ends, rubber truncheons, and their fists; or worse! She showed me some photographs of the effects of interrogations of attractive women who had the willpower to hold out for a while.

They were horrible, and I ran to the bucket in the corner of my filthy little cell and vomited my insides up, despite the stench from the bucket. Then I burst into tears, all from just from looking at the pictures, and thanked the major profusely for sparing me such a horrible fate. She held me tenderly, and softly stroked my hair, face and back, until my tears stopped, dried my eyes, and then she told me what I could do to thank her properly. She told me that once she got me out of the prison, which wasn’t going to be easy, she would take me to her home, and I would become her concubine. While I could guess what ‘concubine’ meant, it was a term I hadn’t heard before.

The major was very direct in telling me what she wanted out of me, but didn’t lie to me about anything. I knew exactly what was required of me if I wanted to survive the war, and whether I liked the idea or not, the alternative was death in one unpleasant form or another. While I didn’t like the idea of living as the major’s concubine, I liked the idea of being worked to death or gassed as a spy, even less, so I agreed to her terms. I picked the lesser of the two evils; I would be her concubine; her whore; for as long as she wanted to keep me alive. Before she left, Mistress kissed me again, and it didn’t feel quite so bad the second time.

I didn’t see the major again for a week or so. In fact the only people I saw were my jailers, and they just brought my meals, and occasionally changed the slops pail, and then for a short while the cell didn’t smell quite so bad. None of them spoke to me, but none of them did anything unpleasant to me either. I wasn’t entirely sure about the exact number of days; I think it was seven or eight. The major returned at a highly unusual hour, with more hot water and soap, and helped me to wash myself, while blatantly feeling me up in the process. That was the day I left the cell with the woman I was preparing to submit the use of my body to. The major stripped down to her underwear to help me clean myself up. It was then that I noticed a scar on the left side of her body, just below her armpit. “So you’ve noticed?” she asked, seeing where my eyes were pointing, perhaps wondering how I missed it the first time.
“Yes. Can I ask what caused it, or is that too personal?”
She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. “Street mugging when I was fifteen. He pulled the bag with one hand and sliced at the strap with a sharp knife. I overbalanced when he pulled the bag and landed heavily on a broken drain cover, tearing my side open, and breaking my left arm in three places. There was nothing in the bag of any value though, and I suppose I should be thankful for that. If he’d just told me to hand the bag over, I would have; there was nothing in it worth hurting me to steal.”

It had been a week or so since I’d last had water to wash with, and I was beginning to smell a little, which the major commented on, rudely, and then she spanked me for it. Before I was allowed to get dressed, the major fondled me again, and asked me if I had changed my mind about becoming her concubine. Of course I hadn’t changed my mind; I wanted to live as much as the next woman!

How did my beautiful Mistress get me out of a Gestapo prison and into her quarters? Easy; I was to be put on a train, and shipped off to Ravensbruck, but I never reached the station. I was led away from the headquarters by the major and a guard. She dismissed the guard to prepare the decoy, and put me in the trunk of her staff car. The trunk was cold and dark, and I was in there for several hours. However, I stayed very quiet as I lay there, shivering in the dark and the cold, because the reward was worthwhile.

A convenient body was produced, and I was ‘killed attempting to escape.’ Apparently I fell down a flight of stairs, and according to the official record, I jumped out to run around a train. However, I slipped and fell, or I got pushed by someone chasing me. Either way, ‘my’ body was an unidentifiable, mangled mess, and I got quickly buried in an unmarked grave.

I didn’t ask where the body had come from; I didn’t want to know who the unfortunate woman was, and whether she had been killed, deliberately, to take my place, or if she’d just been conveniently dead. With what I had seen of Mistress’ personality, I didn’t think she’d have killed an innocent, but I couldn’t be sure. I don’t suppose that it mattered greatly in the long run, because survival is a very strong instinct in the human mind, and call me selfish and callous, but I wanted to survive.

Why did the guard allow the major to do it? I asked. The major knew that the guard was a practicing homosexual, and could prove it. If he didn’t do what Mistress demanded, she told him that she’d turn him in! Therefore he did what he was told to do by the major. He didn’t want to end up in a penal camp any more than she did, so the two of them reached an ‘understanding’. The major kept the guard’s secret and he kept hers. In all fairness, that put the major in the guard’s pocket, in a way. She had to protect him, in order to protect her secret. Of course, that put the guard in the major’s pocket, in exactly the same way.

When we reached her home, I was bursting for the toilet, after being in the trunk of the car for so long. After I answered nature’s call, Mistress turned me loose in her little kitchen, with the instruction to prepare food for the two of us, after apologizing for the fact that her culinary skills were dreadful, and the range of supplies to cook weren’t much better. She told me that if I wanted good food on a regular basis, I’d have to cook it myself, because if I let her do the cooking, my taste buds would certainly regret it. Mistress’ ability to cook didn’t go much further than sandwiches and toast, and the sandwiches would usually only be any good if the filling came out of a packet or out of a tin. It was uncommon that Mistress had meals at home; she preferred to eat out, rather than give herself food poisoning with her cooking. She said that she could burn a pan of water given half a chance.

As I prepared food, Mistress threw coal onto the fire and stoked it up, to heat up the house as best she could.

Mistress was keeping me alive, so I didn’t really care how she spoke to me, just as long as she fed me, and didn’t beat me. In virtually every occupied country down the centuries, a proportion of the women sold out to the occupying forces. I wasn’t the first Frenchwoman to shack up with a German, and I didn’t suppose I’d be the last; even if most of them shacked up with men. Some even took husbands from the occupying army and had their babies. At the very least, there was one major advantage of being Mistress’ concubine; I couldn’t end up with an illegitimate child, or several of them, the way I might otherwise have if I’d been a conventional officer’s bit on the side.

I knew, when my Mistress led me into her billet, that my virginity wouldn’t last the night, yet what choice did I really have? In order to continue living, I had to basically prostitute myself to a representative of the occupying powers on a daily basis, and considering how badly I wanted to live, I knew I had to do it, and I knew that I would do it.

However, I learned to appreciate the gentility that Mistress showed me, for as long as I obeyed her, and pandered to her whims, and I grew to enjoy the pleasure that she gave me in bed.

We ate a meal in the kitchen and then we shared the clearing up. I washed the dishes, and Mistress dried them. I wasn’t expecting her to help me tidy up, but I didn’t object. Mistress told me that she’d brought me to her home as her concubine, not as her domestic servant, so she would take her fair share of household tasks; I wasn’t expected to be her housekeeper. She made cups of tea and we retired to the living room to enjoy the heat from the fire. In the warmth of the living room, Mistress got me out of my clothes, and instructed me to lie on the carpet in front of the fire, so that she could kiss and fondle me the way she had in my cell.

It was clear to me that despite her youth; I was not Mistress’ first lover. Someone else had taught her how to please a woman, sexually, and despite how little I thought I was going to enjoy the following few years at Mistress’ hands; the first time I felt her fingers gently exploring my nubile, innocent young body, I began to understand how much pleasure I could derive from her attentions.

I had, on occasion, read a couple of erotic books, and I could remember the descriptions of the sensations experienced by a woman who is being aroused by her partner. As I lay on the carpet in front of the fire, enjoying the warmth radiating from it, I felt the same sensations going through my body, as Mistress teased me to full arousal for the first time in my life.

They were feelings I was sure that I shouldn’t have been having, but I couldn’t deny the warm feeling in my sex, and the way my breasts tingled, and then throbbed as my nipples hardened under the caress of Mistress’ lips and fingers. I couldn’t deny to myself that I was enjoying the sensations that Mistress was causing within my body. I knew that I was leaking lubricant out of my sex, and when Mistress slipped two fingers inside me, I couldn’t help but respond with a quiet whimper of pleasure. I’ll probably never forget the express on Mistress’ face as she heard me whimper. “So, you liked that?” she asked, with a smile, and she pushed the fingers a little deeper the second time, smiling again when I whimpered a little louder.

After that, we kissed again, and on Mistress’ instruction I turned over, positioning myself on my hands and knees, on the rug in front of the coal fire, and she gently ruptured my hymen with a length of brush handle covered in a condom, and coated with Vaseline. As she pushed the handle up inside my body with one hand, Mistress stroked my clitoris with her other hand, and whispered to me that I could cry out if I wanted to; she wouldn’t think less of me if I did. She said that if it made me feel better, she had cried when her first partner ruptured her hymen, also with a bit of brush handle, when she was merely seventeen, and shy and innocent, but she promised that she’d try not to hurt me too much.

As I knelt there, much to my surprise, I didn’t feel humiliated. I felt hungry for pleasure. Mistress had induced my first orgasm with her fingers and I wanted more! So as I knelt on the rug, I willed her to induce my second orgasm, regardless of how she did it. If I had to submit to a little pain, the way I knew I would have had to put up with, if I’d been married, and taken to bed by a husband, then I’d submit to the pain, knowing what it would lead to.

My deflowering wasn’t exactly fun; it did hurt, and I did bleed some, but I got through it without crying out, and Mistress kissed me, and promised me lots of pleasure from the ‘wooden cock’, in return for the pleasure that I was going to give her with my tongue and my fingers. Then, Mistress lay down on the floor in front of me, pulled her panties down, presenting me with my first ever female sex to lick, and taught me how to perform oral sex on a woman. The taste of female sex was new to me, but I figured I’d get used to such a strange taste. I even thought that I could come to enjoy hearing Mistress moaning in her pleasure.

After that, I was allowed to get dressed, and Mistress and I sat on her couch, kissing, cuddling and fondling each other like young lovers, as we talked about ourselves. I couldn’t resist the urge to put my hand down Mistress’ panties, and push two fingers inside her sex. We each ended up with one hand down the other’s panties, fingers in her sex, as our tongues dancing around each others’, and I was shocked to recognize just how much I was enjoying it. When it got late, we went to bed and after Mistress spanked me, we made love again.
I knew I could never convince a man that I was a virgin, because after the way Mistress said that she intended to use me for the following few years, I wouldn’t bleed the first time he made love to me. With the state of the country, maybe I could pass myself off as a war widow. Perhaps I might claim to be the victim of a drunken soldier during the victory celebrations in nineteen forty, even if there were very few victims, due to the decent behavior of the victorious soldiers on the western front. It had been made clear to the occupying forces that the young troopers were required to behave as they would have done so anywhere in Germany. It was also made clear that looters and rapists would be shot, and I could think of a couple of instances where we actually saw that sort of creature publicly executed for their crimes.

The following morning, Mistress arose early and went to work, as if she had an everyday job. She referred to her place of work simply as ‘the office,’ and tried to pretend that it was just an office, so as not remind the poor concubine of what it really was, because I had nightmares for months about being back in that building.

I made Mistress her breakfast, even though I’d been told I didn’t have to, and kissed her goodbye as she opened the inner door. Strangely enough, I enjoyed that kiss as well. Then I stayed in the house on my own. In earlier years, I’d have considered that excruciatingly boring, but after two weeks in a Gestapo cell, it was quite pleasant, I can assure you. I could watch television, or listen to the radio, as long as I kept them on a low volume setting so as not to draw suspicion. I could also raid Mistress’ book collection because a good proportion of them were in French.

I never even considered leaving the house, even though it would have been so easy to just walk away. I had no ID papers, so the first policeman to ask me for them, would arrest me for not having any. While I was less than a thirty minute walk from the railway station, and the bus station; without papers I couldn’t buy a ticket for either a train or a bus, despite having found a few hundred Reichmarks in Mistress’ apartment, and again, I’d be arrested. I didn’t want to get arrested, because I may well have ended up right back where I had been the day before, and I’d have no nice major to look after me because she’d probably have been in the next cell to mine, getting much the same treatment that I would be getting.

I’d be in the hands of the men, and I knew exactly what they wanted to do to me a couple of weeks earlier. I knew that if I left Mistress’ house, I’d be risking my life. While I’d consciously decided to risk my life, as I got into the converted bomber on the airfield on the south coast of England, I’d be risking Mistress’ life, too, if I stepped outside of her billet, and I had no right to do that. She’d risked enough in ‘rescuing’ me in the first place, and I didn’t want to repay her kindness by getting her shot for it.

No, I would stay quiet in Mistress’ house, and wait patiently until she came home and wanted to make love to me again. I’d only spent one night in Mistress’ bed, yet I knew how she made me feel. Mistress made me feel like a very desirable woman, especially when I considered the risk that she took to save my life; she’d risked her career, and perhaps even her own life, and all because she thought that I was pretty!!! If I hadn’t been pretty, I wouldn’t have been worth the risk of saving, and I’d be in a concentration camp, if I was still alive.

When Mistress returned that night, she was carrying a bag of shopping and a cookery book, as cover. Clearly she’d thought things out over the past couple of weeks. If she was going to stop eating out, which would be necessary if she wanted to be with me, and feed me, she needed to learn to cook, even if only for show. Of course, if her friends learned that she was trying to cook, and popped over some day, it would be nice if she could cook, so I became her cookery instructor. Mistress actually did learn to cook, too, and made the odd meal for us on special occasions like my next birthday, but generally, cooking remained my task because I was better at it.

Late in the evening, Mistress took me into the bedroom, and before we made love, she spanked me again. I quickly became accustomed to the almost mandatory spanking on a night, and I just as quickly accepted it as something Mistress enjoyed doing to me. My spankings were merely symbolic though; Mistress never spanked me hard enough that it hurt. She’d promised never to hurt me unless I deserved it, and I promised her that I would never deserve it. I always knew where Mistress kept her service pistol, and at any time of the night, I could have gotten out of her bed, grabbed the pistol, and murdered her out with it, yet why would I? All I’d achieve would be to draw unwelcome attention to myself, and I didn’t want to do that.

Mistress had a decidedly kinky side, and sometimes liked to tie me up, or tie me to her bed, while she wore her full uniform, and pretended to interrogate me, while feeling me up and turning me on. My interrogation always seemed to end with Mistress kneeling astride my body, pushing her sex in my face, and pushing the brush handle deep inside me, while I licked away at her sweet-tasting sex.

It didn’t take me long to recognize the fact that while I might have originally been no more than an attractive piece of French meat; one that Mistress could use to satisfy her hunger and her desires, in a way she otherwise couldn’t satisfy them, she was beginning to care about me as a person.

Mistress told me that to be a lesbian, openly, in her position, was a punishable offence, for which she could end up in a hell-hole penal establishment with hardened, violent criminals; thieves, rapists and murderers, and all she’d have done was loved; which in my mind, and in Mistress’ mind, was not a crime at all.

That was why she’d offered me my life, if I agreed to become her concubine. I could tell that she cared for my wellbeing, just from the way she looked at me, the way she touched me, and the way she spoke to me. At the start, she was clearly domineering, telling me what I was required to do, but that slowly disappeared, to be replaced with a more even, fair treatment of me, the more I began to enjoy Mistress’ carnal attentions, and the better I became at pleasing her sexually.

I began to feel that she was treating me like a lover, and I learned to judge her state of mind, and tell when I could be awkward, and on rare occasion, even refuse to do what I was told, if I really didn’t want to do it. Given the alternative of being thrown into the gas chamber at Ravensbruck with the other undesirables; which is exactly where Mistress told me I would otherwise have gone, I can assure you that I was obedient and that I served my Mistress’ needs very well.

Despite the strange way that our relationship started, I began to enjoy the nights spent in my Mistress’ bed, even looking forward to weekends, when we could simply spend hours in the bedroom, and I missed her when she had to go away under orders, or stay out all night. It got to the point where I felt less like a collaborator and a traitor, and more like a young woman in love, as I developed feelings for my Mistress.

The only problem was that I was house-bound. I could never leave Mistress’ billet, and I had to be quiet when Mistress wasn’t in, so as not to arouse suspicion. On the rare occasions that Mistress had visitors I was confined to the bedroom with a book, when it was light enough outside that I could read, and a bucket to relieve myself into, if I needed it, and I was under strict instructions to be very, very quiet, because we’d both be in serious trouble if I was discovered. If whoever discovered me figured out who I was, we’d probably both be taken out and shot; me for being a known spy, and Mistress for faking my death and harboring me.

Food was good for the pair of us, courtesy of a black market racketeer who Mistress had in her pocket. His brother was in a local prison, and as long as the racketeer did what Mistress wanted, she promised to take good care of his brother. Mistress had him well and truly over a barrel, and tended to blackmail him into getting her most of the things she wanted, often refusing to pay for them. That included, much to my surprise, nylon stockings from America, for both of us, although Mistress rarely wore hers. I lived well; better than most people in the area, and sometimes I felt guilty for that. I was worried about what might happen to me if our side eventually won the war, but that was a worry for another day.

I had more important things to worry about; such as what would happen to me if I ever upset my kind Mistress. I could worry about being shot as a collaborator, later; if Mistress’ side lost, although that looked unlikely. Even if they did lose, it wouldn’t be for a few years, and I would have that many years more life, than if I would have had, had I refused Mistress’ offer, and was pushed into a gas chamber. Perhaps I could even get away with what I had done if I could create a little fiction.

If Mistress’ side lost the war, then perhaps Mistress could be honest about liking other women instead of men, and might be allowed to keep me, openly, as her lover. I was willing to stay on with Mistress, wherever she ended up. I already knew that I’d be willing to go into a prison camp with her, if it meant that we could be together, even if only platonically and just for a few minutes every day. If the alternative was going home to explain how I’d ended up in a Gestapo agent’s bed, a female agent at that, for three or four years, I might be better off leaving France along with Mistress.

Unlike a lot of civilians, I was well fed and looked after, despite the rationing, at least as long as I obeyed my kind Mistress. I knew that I was completely at her mercy, with no say in anything that happened to me, but she was kind and she was gentle. Sometimes, after a particularly ‘bad day at the office’, as she called it, Mistress needed me to soothe her sensibilities, and make her feel better, but I was good at that. The first time I saw the effects of a bad day, Mistress came home, literally threw her greatcoat at me and snarled at me to, “Hang that up, and make me a cup of coffee; filthy French tart!”

Obediently, and with tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, I headed into the kitchen, where Mistress had a jar of real coffee, courtesy of her pet racketeer. I’d become accustomed to nice, kind Mistress, and not to being addressed so rudely, when I hadn’t done anything to deserve it. If I’d done something wrong, I could have understood such nastiness, but I hadn’t done anything wrong. There was no need for Mistress to be nasty to me!

As I waited for the water to boil, determined that I was not going to cry, Mistress walked up behind me and put her arms around my waist. “I’m sorry,” she whispered into one of my ears. “I’ve had a bad day, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you, and called you a filthy French tart. My mood isn’t your fault, and you’re not a filthy tart of any kind.

I know you don’t really want to share your body with me; I just haven’t given you any choice, and sometimes I feel guilty for being so selfish that I brought you here to serve my needs, without really thinking of you. Can you forgive me for my temper, and for being such a selfish bitch?”
“Of course I can forgive you, Mistress. If you hadn’t thought that I was pretty and taken a fancy to me, I’d have been roughly raped by many men, tortured for what little useful information I had, and then killed. Perhaps I should be thanking you for saving my life, even if you did it solely for your pleasure. At least I have a life to live, even if I am your concubine,” I replied. “I’ll stay with you, and I’ll love you, for as long as you want me to. I enjoy the nights spent in front of the fire, or tucked in under the bed covers, and I don’t want to leave you, even if I could.”

I wasn’t accustomed to hearing Mistress apologize to me; in fact I think it was the first time she ever had. I felt her take one arm from around my waist, and push it up my skirt. After the first night, I’d never been allowed to have underwear on, so that Mistress could touch directly whenever she wanted to. I parted my thighs as Mistress’ hand ran up one of them. One finger slipped gently inside me, up to the third knuckle, and Mistress slid it back and forth a little, before taking it out again, turning me around, and lifting my jumper to get at my breasts with her mouth. Then the hand was pushed back up my skirt again.

Mistress admitted liking my breasts very much; she told me straight out that aside from my very pretty face, they were my best feature. She said that I had, “Such a nice pair of tits,” and she quite liked sucking them. Mistress could play with my breasts all night, tweaking my nipples, and letting her fingers wander over my body, until all I wanted; all I could think about; was Mistress’ condom-covered brush handle, and what she was capable of doing to me with it! As we stood there in the kitchen and Mistress sucked each nipple alternately, she put two fingers as deep inside me as they would go, and slid them in and out.

I put my right hand up Mistress’ uniform skirt and said to her, “You don’t need coffee Mistress.” I then rubbed my fingers over the crotch of her panties, and added, “You need your French tart on her knees, with her tongue out, as soon as possible.” I was taking a chance, by being so bold, but I thought that I’d learned enough about my Mistress by then to know what would make her feel better.

Mistress released the breast that she was sucking, pulled her fingers out of me and sighed. “Yes, that is probably exactly what I need. Get down on your knees,” she told me. Obediently, I knelt down, and Mistress bared her sex for me to lick, before asking, “Would you, please?” Mistress had never asked me before; she’d always just told me what I was required to do. As Mistress leant back against the kitchen table, I performed oral sex on her, the way she had taught me, until she orgasmed. Then she turned around, asked me to pull her skirt and panties down to her ankles, and give her curvaceous little bottom a hard spanking, because she’d been a naughty girl that day.

I didn’t ask how naughty she’d been, because I never asked personal questions of Mistress. If she wanted to tell me, she’d tell me, and if she didn’t, I’d leave well alone. I just gave Mistress the spanking she wanted, telling her what she wanted to hear; that she was a nasty, dirty, little bitch, and hitting her harder and harder when she encouraged me to, until her bottom was cherry red and clearly sore. I spanked Mistress considerably harder than Mistress ever spanked me.

After which, she took me into the shower, and played with my sopping wet sex, licking me out, and then kissing me straight away, allowing me to taste my own juices. That was the first time that I had been on the receiving end of Mistress’ tongue, and clearly it was the beginning of a change in our relationship.

Then she told me why she had been in such a mood when she got home. In her position, she did, occasionally, have to participate in ‘rigorous interrogations;’ Mistress never used the word ‘torture;’ however much she hated using violence against people. In her heart, Mistress knew that she was in the wrong line of work, but until the war was over, she was stuck with it, whether she liked it or not. Once I learned to recognize her moods, I always soothed her feelings when she had a ‘day at the office’ like that. It was rare that she didn’t get spanked for it, and as time progressed, the spankings grew harder and heavier, as she began to feel more and more guilty for what duty made her do to other human beings.

When we were in bed that night, for the first time ever, Mistress thanked me for the pleasure I was giving her, and asked me what I wanted in way of a reward. I’d have loved to have been able to go outside, into Mistress’ little garden and sunbathe, even if just for one day, but I knew it couldn’t be, so I asked for something I hadn’t seen in months; a big chocolate bar. Mistress’ pet racketeer delivered a box of thirty American Hershey Bars within a couple of days, and I gorged myself like a pig for the rest of the week. I noticed though, that Mistress didn’t take any of my Hershey Bars, even when I offered. She said that she got them for me, and if she wanted any, she’d have gotten a box for herself. My bars were a present, and she simply refused to take any of my present away from me.

I never asked Mistress how she could afford all the nice things she got from her pet racketeer, but I got the impression that she must have been doing something illegal, apart from bedding me, of course. Mistress must have been involved in some kind of racket, herself, just to be able to afford the life she lived. I had begun to get the impression that she was taking money from people for something, but she never told me what it was. Maybe she was forging travel documents, or identity cards.

I could remember one evening, standing in Mistress’ kitchen when Mistress slid up alongside me and put her arm around my waist. What I remember most about that evening, though, wasn’t anything that Mistress did or said, but the feeling of Mistress’ service pistol pressing into my side. It was a reminder of what Mistress was, and of what she did, and it made me feel uncomfortable. I must have been feeling brave that night, because I told Mistress how uncomfortable that gun made me feel and asked her to take it off, so she opened the buckle on the belt, and allowed the pistol holster to fall to the floor, before pulling me close and hugging me tight.

On the night of Mistress’ twenty-fifth birthday, she introduced me to a new sensation; the ‘double penetration!’ I was kneeling on the bed after my regular spanking. Mistress had the usual brush handle deep in my sex, sliding it in and out and listening to my whimpering. I was surprised when she released her grip on it, and produced a second toy, already covered in a condom, and began to rub Vaseline into it.

Instinctively, I knew what Mistress was going to do with it. I had read about that in one of the dirty books that had come into my possession, and remembering what was written about how much it could hurt an unprepared woman, I was a little afraid. I had earned Mistress’ respect by then, and I didn’t want to lose it, so I didn’t do anything silly like beg her not to do what I knew she wanted to do. I can remember catching her arm, just before she began to ease the toy up my bum, and asking, quietly, “Be gentle, Mistress, please?”
“I will, I promise. Once you get used to the feel of one of these in here,” she stroked my bumhole, “you’ll enjoy it as much as I do. Tell me if I hurt you too much, and I’ll stop.”

At first I was too tensed up, and Mistress was unable to achieve penetration, but as I managed to calm down, with a little pressure on the other toy, Mistress managed to get the tip inside me. It did hurt a little at first, but as the sensation began to build, and I felt the two toys touching each other, through part of my body, I began to whimper quite freely, and quite loudly. Mistress stopped pleasuring me; although just long enough to gag me with a rolled-up nylon, because she was worried that I’d make too much noise, and draw attention that we didn’t want. Then she returned to pleasuring both of my sensitive orifices, with her two little toys, and I was in sexual heaven, as I toyed with my erect nipples the way Mistress had shown me. I’d never known an orgasm as intense as the one that crashed through my body as I knelt on the bed, and when Mistress told me that I could remove my gag, I thanked her for the pleasure.

Then we changed places, I gagged Mistress, and then plunged both toys inside her body, intermittently releasing one toy or the other and gently spanking her plump little bum cheeks.

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This is the first of 3 stories that are fantasies of mine Debbie (me) is a quiet girl and a lesbian who fantises about being dominated by woment

Hi everyone I have been asked to repost my stories as some people have messaged me that they couldn’t find them…I hope you enjoy…xoxo…

Please be gentle as I have never written anything like this in my life…..this story is a fantasy of mine and has been inspired by someone who I think is an amazing writer and someone I hold as special to me…you know who you are xoxo

After leaving high school at 18 I decided I wanted to become a writer and after researching different colleges and specialised schools I stumbled upon the L & C school of writing, the fees were within my budget so I thought …why not I need to learn from someone older, wiser more experienced than me..

A bit about me my name is Debbie I am 18 5’4” have brunette hair mid-way down my back green eyes and an athletic figure of 34c 26 32 mostly due to my love of jogging. I am single and have only ever had one boyfriend we didn’t do anything sexually I just didn’t have the interest that way so the relationship fizzled and I moved on to a relationship with a girl I met at work although it is only casual, I soon found out that …I am gay …. a lesbian and will always be…

After I received my enrolment pack from the L & C school I arranged all of my times around the schools hours as it was a night school. The first night I arrived I was greeted by Clair (the C part of the schools name) and she informed me that she was to be my tutor.

What a tutor she is gorgeous with a stunning face and tits being held in by a black bra behind a white starched shirt that I just wanted to grab and lick and kiss and bite and she had an ass that was firm behind her business type pencil skirt and I could make out the lines of her G string which made me wet as well as making it difficult to concentrate on the lessons.

The classes were small only 5 people in mine and some nights I would be the only student there as the others had work commitments and families. It was on one of these nights that my life changed for ever and I became a lesbian sub slut.

I had arrived 10 minutes late on the night and was scolded by Clair for my tardiness and that set the theme for the night she was angry as I had put everything behind schedule. Clair was running through a power point presentation and I yawned and she spotted that and looked at me and said “am I boring you Debbie” surprised I replied I’m sorry but I didn’t get much sleep and she replied that I need to have some self-discipline if I was to complete the course successfully. Unfortunately without thinking I replied fuck the discipline I am just bored I thought this would be better and I would learn a lot more than I have…….big mistake

Clair moved from behind the lectern and looked quite menacing as she moved towards me she was clearly stronger than me and grabbed my arm pulled me out of my chair and twisted it behind my back forcing me to lean back into her….her mouth was right next to my ear as she spat …bored I will give you fucking bored and started to march me in a hurry out the door down the corridor to another door that had Head Mistress in bold black letters on the frosted glass.

As she was pushing me I was pleading with her to let me go and that I was sorry but to no avail the way she had my arm behind me forced my tits out and almost bursting the buttons and my short skirt had ridden up to reveal my nickers and the stay up stockings I was wearing. As we got to the door her other hand reached out and opened it and she pushed me through it, was propelled to the front pf a desk and the force of it had me bent over the desk as my thighs hit it I yelped in pain.

Clair held me there my face against the desk and my tits squashed against it but I could feel my skirt was up and my ass was only covered by my nickers.

The I heard another voice…what have we here Clair….well Lesley young Debbie here was just telling me how bored she is with our lessons so I thought you might want a word, did tell her she needed some self-discipline to finish.. with this my pony tail was gripped firmly and my head was pulled up making me stand on tip toes I was spun around and confronted by Lesley at first I was in shock but then I looked at her and she was a beautiful woman big full tits the same skirt and shirt as Clair but very dominant looking with her hair pulled tightly back bright red lipstick and her eyes were burning into mine.

So clearly she doesn’t have self-discipline, maybe some L & C discipline is needed and with that Clair move to me and cuffed my wrists in leather cuffs with hooks on them and I was forced back against the office wall were my arms were raised and my hands clipped above my head and out to the sides I was protesting but a stinging slap to my cheek soon stopped me as Lesley raised her hand again and I said I’m sorry I’m sorry. At this time Clair was cuffing my ankles spread eagled as far as they can go which is pretty wide as I am flexible, then I felt a pulling on my arms as I was stretched to make the most of my spread legs and arms.
Once in position Lesley and Clair started to strip me…yanking my shirt till the buttons ripped and my tits covered in a lace black bra were revealed, then my skirt was disposed of.

There I was shocked and frightened as to what lay ahead and then Lesley moved towards me with a knife she pressed it under my chin and then said…one word that’s all it will take and you will regret ever coming here..I then felt the knife draw slowly down my throat to my tits and between them I felt the blade press and then a pulling as my bra was cut from me..both ladies looked at my bare tits and nodded grabbed a nipple each and twisted and pulled them I wanted to scream but knew the knife was still there my back arched but despite this I could feel my pussy getting wet…betraying me..it certainly didn’t go un noticed by Lesley.

She lowered the knife and cut my nickers away and I could smell myself …my wetness…I was ashamed of what my body was doing my nipples were as hard as pebbles my breath coming in quicker gasps as Clair leaned forward and squeezed my mound hard I tried to scream but my nickers were quickly shoved into my mouth by Lesley who then moved the knife lower…lower till I felt the blade on my bare wet pussy I didn’t know what she was going to do but her eyes were boring into mine as she smiled and I saw her arm thrust upward I was waiting for the bite of the knife into my pussy but I didn’t see that she had turned it around and driven the handle full length into me all 8” of the handle was inside me I screamed into the nickers in my mouth expecting the pain but all I felt was a fullness as the handle slammed into my cervix Lesley looked at me and smiled to Clair…lets teach this slut some manners.

Clair moved to a cupboard and opened it and all I could see were sex toys and chains and masks, whips, canes of all sizes. Lesley looked at me and could see the fear in my eyes as she thrust the handle of the knife inside my pussy once again..she pulled it out and lifted it in front of my face I saw my juices running down the handle over her fingers and onto the blade Lesley then licked the shiny blade first one side then the other and reached for the nickers in my mouth pulled them out and then ordered me to suck the handle clean as I had dirtied it. She pushed it into my mouth and I could smell and taste my juices on the handle I sucked like it was an ice cream she was feeding me.

Clair then returned and lay their tools out on the desk my nipples were clamped with a chain on each than ran down to a clamp that was put onto my clit and connected to a battery that was nearby.
Now my little slut comes your discipline and Clair through the switch and my back arched and my ass bounced against the wall as the electricity surged through my nipples down the chain to my clit my body was in shock but despite this my juices were running down my leg..

Both ladies laughed at me and started to whip me and cane me all over my tits my pussy and my thighs I had welts up and down my body….then I heard a voice saying….more please more fuck me make me your slut take me any way you want …and I realised it was me..begging for Lesley and Clair to have their way do what they wanted to me…at that moment all I wanted was to be fucked and I didn’t care with what.

I was untied and bent over the desk I could feel my legs being spread and cuffed wide Lesley came in front of me and waved a huge strapon in front of my face and growled ….wet it slut or it will hurt more..i took it into my mouth and sucked it and licked it as if my life depended on it my saliva was running down my chin to puddle at her feet, I could feel Clair behind me her fingers were rubbing my ass then I felt her part my cheeks and 2 of her fingers slid into my ass knuckle deep and started to fuck my ass forcibly, each time Clair’s fingers punctured my ass it forced me forward onto the plastic cock I was sucking making it go deeper into my throat…then a reprieve both my mouth and my ass were vacated was in a daze so close to orgasm I couldn’t think straight.

I heard movement and then realised that they had swapped places…Clair had her fingers in front of my face and ordered me to lick them I refused so she slapped my face hard both cheeks but I held firm and would not open my mouth…then I felt it the huge cock that Lesley had poised at my pussy I felt her grab my ass cheeks digging her nails into my skin as she slowly in one movement forced it into my……cunt I had become their cunt…their bitch …their slave and as I felt it hit my cervix my mouth opened as to scream but Clair seized the opportunity and thrust her fingers into my mouth forcing me to suck my ass from them.

Once again the pounding started my pussy was stretched like it never has been before the cock hitting my cervix and bouncing off it Lesley nails I was sure were drawing blood from my ass cheeks, Clair’s fingers making me gag, I heard Clair say to Lesley…this slut is about to cum I can see her fucking that cock making it go deeper….then nothing…I was empty again…I was so close to coming but then I was thrown over onto my back my ass over one side of the desk my head hanging over the other. Then it started again Lesley fucked the cock back into me with such force my breath exploded from me.

As my …cunt was pounded Clair was at my head my view was upside down but she stripped her skirt off then her shirt, bra and nickers…she was gorgeous….then moved towards me her …cunt inches from my mouth I knew what was coming as she covered my mouth with her cunt I tasted her sweetness mixed with perfume I was forced to lick and my tongue darted up into her I heard her gasp as I sucked her clit then bit her lips gently my face was slimy from her juices then it happened I came …I screamed into Clair’s cunt as the orgasm wracked my body causing me to shake uncontrollably as Lesley slammed the cock home forcing another orgasm from me.

Clair’s thighs tightened around my head I felt her shake and then a flood of juices covered me wetting my hair and neck…both ladies left my body I was exhausted I was allowed to stand up but my legs were shaky as the 2 ladies looked at me Lesley’s crotch was wet with my juices my thighs had my cunt juices running down them, Clair was a vision of nakedness her nipples still hard as I watched the 2 ladies moved together the plastic cock discarded and they kissed and felt each other. As they moved back Lesley ordered me to undress her…with shaking hands and eyes wide I undressed this vision of loveliness and knew from that moment on …I was a lesbian sub slut for these women.

An object to be used, abused and ordered around as they pleased…Lesley stood in front of me and asked of me…Debbie is this the life you want…yes mistress I replied…Clair asked will you obey every command from us…yes mistress I replied.

That was 2 months ago and since then I have lived at the L & C School of Writing as the admin girl who does all the menial tasks around…not always pleasant and I don’t get paid….but my mistress’s make sure I have everything I need..including…self-discipline

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Justin gets quite a surprise with how an incestuous command is followed!

Time Manipulation Mind Control

Chapter Seven: Incestuous Commands

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Justin Sampson

My mind didn’t want to work. Sam had just confessed that she had a crush on me. She wanted me to be her… lover. And she did it in the most blunt, Sam way possible. Just stating it, asking—almost demanding!—to know if I wanted to be her lover. I couldn’t believe it. This was Sam.

Sam!

This was the girl who didn’t care about her appearance. Who was so focused on her schoolwork that she hardly paid attention to anything else. There were days when I was certain she never spoke a word, just lost in her head thinking about whatever subjects had attracted her attention. I had no idea I was one of those subjects.

No wonder she put up with me.

She stood there, waiting for my answer. I swallowed, A strange exhilarating and frightening sensation shot through me. I wanted this to be true. That she really had a crush on me, and that this wasn’t some strange, bizarre dream. As if being able to stop time and mind control people by speaking to them when they were frozen wasn’t Twilight Zone enough. While my mind grappled to understand this new paradigm shift, my gaze shot past her shoulder, attracted by the movement of the man in the gray jumpsuit slamming close the van’s sliding side door.

That bright, yellow explosion painted on the side of the work van arrested my attention. The scarlet letters, Nasty Sewage Assault!, painted over a fiery logo seized my dizzying thoughts. I latched onto the loud colors, a part of my mind was shocked to see the familiar logo here.

Didn’t I see one of their vans on the way to college?

No, no, this wasn’t important. I had to focus.

My cheeks burned; I could feel Sam staring at me. I was floundering. Panicking. Staring at the van was easier as I struggled to say something. I needed to say something. Sam just confessed that she… wanted to be my lover.

I shot my gaze to my nerdy friend, her brown eyes staring at me intently behind her glasses. A slight, pink tinge burned across her freckled cheeks. Her black hair fell in a loose braid, keeping most the strands of her hair away from her smooth face. Though she was nineteen, like me, she felt so much older. This strange intimidation washed through me.

What if I fucked this up and ruined our friendship?

“I guess our school has a sewage problem,” I said as a pair of workmen, the second coming from the driver side, walked by us, heading towards our college.

Sam blinked. “What does that have to do with my confession, Justin?”

“Yeah, Master,” Aurora, my blonde sex slave said from the other side. She giggled, getting far, far too much amusement from the situation.

“Do you want to be my lover?” Sam continued, her words so flat and brusque, “Or am I wasting my time?”

“Yes!” blurted out of me before I could even think. “Yes, I want that.”

I blinked in shock, realizing I did want that.

Aurora squealed in delight from behind me, hugging me. Her round breasts pressed into my back, separated only by her clothing. She bounced and giggled, so happy for me. I found myself smiling, her enthusiasm infected me.

“Kiss her, Master!” Aurora moaned in my ear.

I felt so nervous as I did what my sex slave suggested. My trembling fingers cupped Sam’s smooth cheeks. Their pink hue deepened into a bright scarlet as she allowed me to lift her head. I leaned down, bringing my lips to hers. I was so nervous. This was so different from all the things I had done with Aurora, my mother, Cassandra, and with my teacher, Miss Daisy. This was kissing Sam. She wasn’t under any of my power. Not really. I just ordered her to confess if she actually liked me.

And holy shit, she really did like me.

My lips touched her. They were dry, but warm. I kissed her, working my mouth against hers, savoring the feel of her against me. She didn’t move for a moment. She just stood there rigid, like she had no idea what a girl should be doing when the guy she likes kisses her.

Then she acted.

Sam’s arms shot around my neck, holding me tighter. Her lips moved. They were voracious. Now that she acted, she threw her all into it. She kissed me with such a hunger to love me. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, meeting mine. She tasted so good. Sweet.

My heart soared with such excitement. I trembled, savoring every moment of this. Aurora squealed and shuddered. She still hugged me from behind while I kissed my best friend.

I felt so dazed. So off balanced. The world didn’t make any sense at all, and I didn’t care. Because… I loved kissing Sam. I didn’t want to stop kissing Sam. I wanted this to continue forever and ever.

Sam broke the kiss.

She trembled before me, her eyes fluttering. Her tongue flicked once across her lips. She backed away from me, adjusting her baggy shirt. She cleared her throat and said, “Well, Justin, we should be getting to class. We can’t be late for Miss Daisy’s lecture.”

I burst into laughter. That was Sam. Damn. I was blind to have missed the fact that there was a girl beneath all that intense, serious exterior.

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Krystal Sampson

“Come on!” I shouted, gripping my best friend’s hand. I darted forward, pulling Ji-Yun after me. I was so eager to see the results of my fun. My eighteen-year-old body shuddered as I watched my bully getting spit-roasted by two of her lackeys.

Pearline’s round, coffee-brown breasts swayed beneath her as the two White guys fucked her from either end. I grinned, wondering what Pearline thought about suddenly being naked, kneeling like a whore, and taking a dick from both ends. I had set it all up when I froze time, which was just a moment ago for everyone else, but over an hour for myself. A hot thrill went through my pussy. I was a lesbian, but it was still so hot watching this bitch becoming an utter slut.

“Oh, my god, you did that to her?” Ji-Yun asked as we joined the other college students gathering to watch the show.

I nodded my head, my pigtails dancing about my shoulders. “Aren’t I awesome?”

Ji-Yun glanced at me, her round, pale-olive face bursting with delight. She was Korean, a delicate beauty that had first turned me on to girls. She was the first person I ever masturbated to. Thanks to my time-stopping powers, and my mind-controlling powers, we had become lesbian lovers yesterday. It was an accident, but a happy one.

I couldn’t resist Ji-Yun now. I darted my head in and kissed her. I shuddered, melting against her, my lips working against my girlfriend’s mouth. She was my girlfriend. It was such an exciting thing to realize. My arms snaked around her neck, pulling her tight against me. She was just as skinny and petite as I was, her body feeling so lithe against mine. I wished there wasn’t clothing between us. Then I realized she was tasting pussy on my lips. I ate out three girls while time was paused, including my favorite teacher, Miss Daisy.

“What is going on out here?” the reedy voice of President Brooks shouted. “What are you hooligans doing to her? You’re before the school! What is going on here this week?”

I broke the kiss to see students melting out of the way of the bony school administrator. He marched towards the fucking students, the two boys still hammering the Black girl’s mouth and cunt. I gave them orders to use her. In the way she moaned, the way her hips undulated, it was clear she enjoyed being used. My mind-control powers at work.

“President Brooks,” I called out, “it’s okay! They’re allowed to fuck Pearline!”

President Brooks glanced over at me, the walking cadaver’s gray eyebrows arched at me. Then he blinked and a look of confusion passed across his face. “Oh, yes, you’re right Miss Sampson. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

I chortled as he turned around and headed back into the college building. “Justin did something right.”

“You’re… brother did that?” Ji-Yun asked, the heat growing in her voice. “That’s so cool. Maybe your brother isn’t as much of a dork as you always claim.”

I scowled at Ji-Yun. “Oh, yes, he absolutely is.”

I turned back to watch the fucking. I was finding hetero sex hot, especially Pearline’s tits swaying and bouncing beneath her. I slid my arm around Ji-Yun’s waist, pulling her tight against me. A warm flutter rippled through me when her arm slipped around me. I rested my head on her shoulder. Such bubbling joy wafted through me as we watched. The other students said such derogatory things about Pearline.

“I didn’t know you were such a whore!” one guy shouted.

“When you’re done sucking him off, I got a big pecker right here with your name on it!”

“Hurry up and bust your nut in her cunt. I want a poke at the whore. I don’t mind sloppy seconds if it means fucking her cunt!”

“Your powers are amazing,” Ji-Yun said. I had told her all about it on the walk to school that morning, catching her up on everything I’d learned from Justin the night before.

“I know.” A shudder ran through me. “In an hour, my brother will be freezing time. Me and you are going to find some cute girls, then we’re going to eat their pussies together. Doesn’t that sound yummy?”

Ji-Yun nodded her head. She sounded almost surprised as she said, “Yes. Yes, it does. I never realized how much I liked girls until you… brainwashed me.”

“Yep! I turned you into a big, ol’ dyke. Just like me!”

Ji-Yun giggled again, her hands sliding down from my hip to squeeze my ass through my skirt.

Another wave of heat thrust out of my pussy. I was glad she wasn’t mad at me. I didn’t mean to turn her gay, and she understood that. Feeling excited about our relationship, I asked, “So, who’s pussy should we lick first?”

She glanced over at my brother walking by with his sex slave on one arm, and his nerdy friend, Sam, on the other. I guessed he brainwashed the geek into being one of his whores, too. “How about Aurora?” Ji-Yun suggested. “She’s hot.”

I glanced. “My brother’s sex slave?” I asked, shaking my head. “He fucks her so much, I bet her pussy is always filled with his cum.”

“Yummy,” Ji-Yun said. “Doesn’t that sound hot? Eating a girl’s pussy filled with your brother’s cum? Incest is so hot.”

I blinked at that. Incest? I hadn’t mentioned that. I hadn’t even told her about how my mother now wakes me up in the morning. So if I hadn’t turned my friend on to incest, she already found it hot. Interesting. “But I don’t want to taste a guy’s cum.”

“Even if it was mixed inside a yummy pussy? Especially if it was your brother’s cum?”

I gave my friend such a weird look. Had I messed her up? She really, really wanted me to eat my brother’s cum out of his sex slave’s pussy. “You’re kinky.”

Ji-Yun nodded her head and shrugged. “You did this to me.”

I frowned. I guessed I need to be careful about what I said to her when she was frozen

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Aurora Pritchard

I was bursting with joy as I strolled into our college with my Master at my side. His new girlfriend was on the other side. He had such a look of foolish excitement on his face. He was grinning like a five-year-old boy who’d just received the biggest chocolate bar in the world.

Giddy waves of joy washed through me. My Master had a girlfriend. A girl he liked without him even realizing it. He was just so caught up in his lust for hot girls like me, he didn’t notice the wonderful person right next to him. His subconscious had, but not his raging libido and hard cock. Now every bit of him knew. After that kiss, I just knew he Sam and me would have so much fun together.

I couldn’t wait to lick his cum out of Sam’s pussy. I wonder what she tasted like?

I licked my lips as we passed through the crowded hallway. Just a few minutes prior, we were passing all the students frozen in place. They were all moving now and glancing at us. The guys were nodding their heads, seeing Justin as a stud because of me, while the girls all hated that I was a hot slut. That I was flaunting my sexuality with such unashamed enthusiasm. The Instagram post of me sharing a taboo kiss with Justin’s mother, both of us dripping in his cum, was getting so many comments.

My phone was practically melting in my purse. I was hearing it buzz constantly. I already knew what the comments would say. The girls would call me slut and whore and hussy. The guys would call me those names, too, but they would mean them as a compliment. They would want to do things to me. I bet there would be fifty comments from guys offering to jizz on my face. Probably more than a few that offered up their own mothers to join the fun, too.

But did any of them actually believe that I’d shared Justin’s jizz with his mother? I doubt it. However, it was still hot posting the pic on social media.

I walked my head held high. I just wished Justin’s cum still covered my face. But over an hour running around in paused time caused it to become dry and flaky. So I washed my face, which was challenging to do. Luckily, I found a faucet running when time was stopped.

“Well, Master, I have to get to my own class,” I told him as we paused at a branch in the hallway. “I’ll see you in an hour.”

“An hour?” Sam asked. “You are not in Justin’s PE class?”

I just winked at Sam before I planted a hot kiss on my Master’s lips. If he wanted to tell Sam about his powers, that was his decision. Not mine. I enjoyed kissing him with an audience, my tongue brushing his. The other students whooped and hollered and even booed us. It made my pussy so hot. I wanted Justin to fuck me right there. Then I would have his cum leaking out of me as I sat through my history class.

I broke the kiss with Justin, making his grin even more foolish, and reached past him to snag Sam. I giggled before I planted a kiss on her mouth. I wasn’t shocked when she returned it. Master had turned her bisexual. He was such a pervert. Her lips tasted so nice. They were plump and warm and they moved with such an eager hunger. The whoops and hollers grew even louder. Guys were shouting such naughty things while the girls were calling me slut or skank or dyke-bitch.

I broke the kiss and whirled away, eager for my dramatic exit. Master smacked me on the ass as a farewell.

Buzzing, I marched right towards the students. They melted out of my path. I strutted with such confidence; no one could stop me. I was Justin’s sex slave. That made me so important. My skirt swayed about my thighs, my hips swishing back and forth, my ponytail bouncing behind me.

I drew looks. I was the head of our cheerleader squad. Every guy already lusted after me, and now… Now I was the sluttiest girl at our college. They all wanted me, but only Justin got to enjoy me.

I reached my history class after a minute of walking, and smiled when I saw my bitchy friend Paris standing outside the room. She was shuddering and squirming in her designer dress, a rose affair that clung to her. She was rich. I mean, filthy rich. She always wore the most expensive dresses to school, gowns that must cost her daddy $500 to $2000 apiece. They always made her look so sophisticated and sexy.

Today, her dark-brown, wavy hair swayed about a face twisted with frustration. Her lips were pursed tight, her cheeks flushed. It was clear that Master’s command was already working on her.

“Good morning, Paris,” I said brightly.

She scowled at me.

“Mmm, don’t you look a little… agitated. Maybe you need to go the bathroom and… sort yourself out.”

She shot me daggers.

“Yes, you look like a girl that’s in desperate need of taking care of herself.”

“You’re such a disgusting whore!” she hissed at me. “I saw what you posted on Instagram this morning. It’s disgusting to even claim you were kissing Justin’s mother with his cum all over your faces. So don’t you even insinuate that I’m as much of a whore as you.”

“Well, it’s your choice. Class starts in a few minutes. But if I were you, I’d go into the bathroom and rub my cunt until I exploded. But then I’m a slut, and you’re a good girl.”

I swept past Paris into the classroom before she could respond, my head held high. She deserved Master’s naughty command for the way she acted the prior day. She was supposed to be my friend! She should have been happy for me when I discovered who I truly was.

I marched towards my desk, loving all the guys’ eyes on me. The guys were lusting after me. The girls gave me such dirty looks. Well, all the girls except Britney, an exchange student from England. She had black hair that framed her round face, her lips small and pursed tight. She had a considering expression as I took my seat beside her. Her eyes flicked me up and down. I didn’t much like it. She had joined in on saying mean things about my social media.

Maybe Master should teach her a lesson, too.

“So many strange things are going on at our college,” she said. “You and Justin.” Her eyes flicked to the two guys walking into the classroom holding hands. It was my ex-boyfriend Chris and his Black friend, Lance. They looked like a pair of lovers the way they looked at each other. They gave each other a quick kiss before they broke apart to take their seats.

“Chris, Steve, and Lance are all in some weird, gay threesome,” she said. “And how did you and Justin get out of the bathroom when President Brooks caught you guys fucking in there? I was in the cafeteria. I saw you go in there. There is no other way out. So how did Cassandra and José get in there in your place?”

I winked at her. “Maybe it’s magic.”

“Magic doesn’t exist,” she said, her British accent giving a strange emphasis to her words. Her long fingernails drummed on her desk. They had a clear gloss coat. “Something very, very strange is going on around here.”

“You’re friends with Cassandra. What did she tell you about how she ended up in there?” I asked, curious.

“She and José haven’t surfaced since they were suspended. Other than her texting me once saying they were learning all about their new roles. Apparently, they’re into BDSM now.”

“That’s a wonderful thing to be into. I love being Justin’s sex slave. I’m sure Cassandra’s equally happy being José’s sub.”

“Did Justin and José do something to you two?”

“Like what?” I asked, giving her an innocent smile. “You think Justin brainwashed me into being his sex slave? Because he totally did with his mind-control powers.”

“Fine,” Brittany said, turning away. “Don’t tell me. If you and Justin keep doing your antics, President Brooks is going to catch you, and then you’ll both be in as much trouble as Cassandra and José.”

“Will we?” Not after Master talked to President Brooks. I loved how Britney looked so annoyed and pissed. The only thing that would make this better would be if she had a pussy full of my Master just cum right now.

Of course, watching Paris rush into the classroom a minute late, her face flushed and tense with frustration like she couldn’t quite get that release, only made it better. I gave her such a big, happy grin. She glared at me as she took her seat.

And then the squirming started. Her thighs rubbed. She needed to cum. I settled down to watch, ready to give a full report to Master about how his commands affected Paris.

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

Shalom “Sam” Shapiro

I couldn’t stop licking my lips after Aurora kissed me. There was an unusual flavor on her mouth beneath the stronger taste of her strawberry lip gloss. It was such an interesting flavor. A sour musk. I don’t know why I liked it. I wasn’t even sure why I liked the kiss. I certainly wasn’t into girls. Or was I? Whatever strange attraction I was feeling for Aurora didn’t dilute my joy at being open with Justin and discovering my feelings were reciprocated. Maybe emotions weren’t something I should deny?

Maybe they were something to enjoy.

Even if it would lead to such messy things like sex.

“You look a little bit bemused,” Justin said as he glanced at me. We kept walking towards Miss Daisy’s classroom. “You look almost giddy.”

“Do I?” I smoothed my face. I couldn’t let this affect me. I needed to be rational. I had to focus on the time anomaly. I had some interesting ideas I wanted to ponder and post on the message board. All this relationship stuff would have to wait for after classes. I needed to remember my priorities.

“There’s the Sam I know,” Justin said, his grin growing. “You make a pretty cute robot.”

I nodded my head, another wave of joy bubbled through me. He thought I was cute. I tamped down that rush. Was I turning into one of those gushy, giggly, sighing girls who got all empty-headed around boys?

“You are very distracting person, Justin.”

“Yep,” he said. “And I’m also a huge pervert.”

“Yes, I already knew that. I found your porn collection once.”

Justin laughed. “And yet you still like me. Damn. Sorry for ignoring you. This is all so… surprising for me.”

I nodded my head. “We will just have to adapt together. We’ll figure out how to fit our new relationship into our lives without unduly disrupting our endeavors.”

“It does make you talkative,” Justin said. “I like it.”

My cheeks burned even more. “Justin, we’re about to arrive at our class. We need to comport ourselves like students.”

“Not like lovers?” He gave me a big grin. “So I shouldn’t kiss you right now?”

I wanted him to do that so badly. I almost let out a gushing, giggling whimper. “Of course not. It would be so inappropriate.” His head drifted towards me. “Justin!”

I wanted him to stop as he kissed me.

The moment that Justin’s lips touched mine, it felt like time had stopped. I had the strangest idea that the physical connection between my body and his had somehow created a temporal short in existence. As all the bubbling rush of emotions surged through me, a strange part of me wondered if this was the source to the time dilation emanating from our region. Could it be strong emotions somehow disrupting the fabric of spacetime? Like if someone had enough will, enough passion, they could cause all of reality to stop.

Of course that was foolish. This just had to be an illusionary effect affecting my perception caused by the electrochemical reactions firing inside my brain at that exact moment.

It was so hard to think about anything else but his kiss. His lips were so strong. So amazing. Heat flowed out of my pussy. I was getting wet and sticky down there.

I shuddered against him, clinging to him. I should be mad at him. He didn’t ask. He just kissed me. We were in school. Yet it was wonderful. I just savored that frozen moment, hearing only the blood rushing through my ears. My heart pounded, celebrating that moment.

Emotions were so amazing.

Justin broke the kiss and reality lurched around me. I swayed and gasped, struggling to catch my breath. My cheeks burned while my mind was dizzy and disoriented. That strange illusion that somehow I’d stopped time while we kissed left me so dizzy as I clung to him. It was utterly foolish an idea.

Stop time?

“Damn, what they say about quiet people is true,” he said. “They’re the ones you gotta watch out for. You know how to kiss. I love it. Love you.”

I shuddered at those two words. How could they make this bubbly, euphoric rush rise through me? I knew it was all hormones and chemicals in my brain making me feel this way, but… “I love you too, Justin.” I struggled to gather myself. “We really need to… Need to get to class.” Why was I so out of breath? “We have to… to…”

“Learn?” Justin asked, a smug grin on his face. He was… proud that he had so flustered me.

I nodded my head as I took his arm. My breathing slowed, but my heart still beat fast. My entire body burned. I want to do all those naughty things with him now. All those messy things that I always thought were a waste of time and energy.

Now…

It was only a few more steps to our classroom. We swept in and found Miss Daisy trembling at the front of the classroom. She looked as flushed as I was, her hand fanning her face. Her cheeks were almost as scarlet as her red hair. Her blouse looked a little ruffled, her hair mused like she’d gotten caught in an intense wind. If she went with a utilitarian braid, like I did, then she wouldn’t have to worry about that.

Her Green eyes fell on me and they burst with life.

“Sam,” she said, a breathy quality to her voice as the young associate professor sauntered to me and Justin. “Such a delight to see you today. I always enjoy the privilege of teaching you.”

A strange blush burned in my cheeks. A fluttering and titillating energy rippled through me, different from what Justin stirred. Had Aurora’s kiss awakened me to other interests? Was I… bi?

“It is always fascinating to listen to your lectures, Miss Daisy,” I said politely. I found them utterly tedious. I usually devoted her class to interrogating mysteries and ideas, to let my mind drift to other topics like pondering the source of those gravitons. It was ludicrous to even think that someone could freeze time. It must be Justin’s lame joke lingering in my mind combining with that strange sensation that being kissed stirred inside of me.

“Yes, yes, it’s always such a treat see you in my class, even if you’re in the back, just drinking in everything that I teach you.” She took my hand, her finger so delicate. “Perhaps… you would care to come by on your lunch break. I would love to teach you more advanced things.”

The way she spoke to me, the sultry cadence to her voice, had my pussy clenching and my nipples tingling. It was almost like Miss Daisy wanted to be my lover. But she was a teacher. That should be impossible, but… a heat rushed through me.

“I would gladly stop by to have a conversation with you, Miss Daisy,” I told her. The possibility of studying more advanced subjects appealed to me. I only took this class because it was a required course, not because I needed to learn anything from it.

“Good, good,” she said. Her eyes slid over to Justin. She shuddered. “Justin. I didn’t see you there. You could… join us. I know how close you and Sam are. I’m sure we can have an exciting study session.”

“Oh fff… heck yeah,” Justin said. “We’ll be there.”

That was utterly unlike Justin. He hated anything that would cause him to have to do extra schoolwork. He did the bare minimum, just skating by without trying. If he applied himself, he could be so successful. I would have to work on that to make sure he improved.

As Miss Daisy walked away, I pondered why Justin wanted to join us. Was this a… boyfriend thing? Was he taking interest in something I liked to do?

“Told you she had a crush on you,” Justin whispered as we headed to our seats. “She wants to have a threesome with us.”

I almost smiled. That was the Justin I knew. Strangely, the idea of having a threesome with Justin and our teacher was oddly… appealing. Apparently, I was suppressing some incredibly perverse desires. Perhaps, I should explore these. With Justin, of course.

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

Justin Sampson

I had a big grin all through Miss Daisy’s lecture. She kept giving Sam and me smoky looks, my suggestions to her when she was frozen in full effect. Clearly she knew I had the best cock she would ever enjoy, and her infatuation with Sam was in full effect now. I loved my powers.

Aurora kept tagging me in social media posts revealing the naughty antics that Petra and Paris had gotten up to. Both girls were getting caught masturbating in their classes, causing such disruptions. They were overwhelmed with lust. There was only one way for them to get satisfaction. They knew what they had to do to achieve an orgasm in the back of their minds. How long before they could cum was entirely up to them? Until then, they would suffer the humiliation of pictures of them fingering their pussies in the middle of class being splattered all over social media. That was their punishment for being such cunts.

Yes, my powers were amazing. I couldn’t wait to see what—

The door to my class burst open and, to my shock, my dad walked in leading my mother. I blinked, confusion wafting through me. What were my parents were doing here? And then it hit me.

“Oh, fuck.” I groaned as my dad and my mom spotted me in the back.

Everything happened at once.

Miss Daisy blinked then asked, “Can I help you?”

Someone else gasped, “Aren’t those Justin’s parents?”

“Justin, why are your parents here?” Sam asked me.

My brain locked into a panic as I knew exactly why my parents were here. I could see it in the pathetic look at my dad’s ruddy face, and the lustful desire burning across my mother’s expression. I messed up my commands. I ordered my dad to bring mom to me whenever he got mad at her. He had to beg me to cuckold him instead of hitting her. I never thought he would bring her to my college, but I didn’t give him an option. I told my mom something similar, only she had to be wet and ready to fuck me when he did this.

“Oh, Goddamn, no,” I groaned as my balding father led my busty mother to me. She was dressed only in her pink housecoat. I could tell by the way her large boobs jiggled beneath it that she was as naked as she was when I came on her face this morning before leaving for college.

I stood up. My heart thundered in my chest. I had to head this off before—

“Justin, I need you to fuck your mother.” My father had such an imploring look on his face, his free hand squeezing at his cock through his sweatpants.

Oh, God, he was hard.

Gasps burst through the room. Someone shouted, “I knew that was his mother in that pic Aurora posted!”

“You have to show me that you’re the real man,” my father continued. “You have to fuck her so hard before me. Just make her cum, Justin.”

“Yes, yes, Justin,” my mom moaned. Her voice was so breathy. “I need you in me so badly. Your father started yelling at me, but I wasn’t afraid. I knew he would bring me to you. We have to show him that you’re the real man in the house, Justin.”

Not knowing what else to do, I shoved my parents back, trying to get them out of the room as the other students were rising around me. They had their phones out, aiming them at us. I wanted to stop time so badly, but I had another twenty minutes before I could. My power was almost recharged. Almost. My cheeks burned. I thought I could get away with anything, but I felt so helpless at the moment.

Then I groaned as my mother grabbed my dick through my jeans. She squeezed it then moaned, “There is the cock I need in me. Oh, Justin, I don’t care who knows that you’re my lover. I just want you in me so badly.”

I ordered her not to care about our incestuous relationship. That she shouldn’t be ashamed at having her son for her lover. I told her she should be proud of it.

“Goddamn, you’re such a fucking pervert Justin!” a girl shouted.

“Damn,” a guy grunted. “Your own mom? That’s fucked up.”

I hustled my parents out of the classroom, my mom moaning like a bitch in heat. My dad begged, almost blubbering, for me to cuckold him. My mom kept stroking my cock through my jeans, making me so hard despite the embarrassment.

It grew quieter in the hallway, my classmates not following. I could hear Miss Daisy shouting at the students to get them to calm down. Good. I pushed my parents down the hallway towards… where?

I spotted the perfect place.

There was the guy’s restroom, the girl’s restroom, and in between them was the gender-neutral bathroom. Single use. Large space. I knew the orders I gave my parents last night. I had to fuck my mother, or they’d never leave the school.

This was such a fucking mess.

“Open that door, dad,” I barked at him. “Then lock it behind us. I’m gonna fuck mom so hard. I went to show you how a man takes care of his woman.”

“Yes, Justin,” my pathetic dad moaned. “Your mother deserves a real cock. To be fucked hard!”

“Yes, I do need it,” my mother moaned.

Dad opened the bathroom door. My mother pulled me inside, both her arms wrapped about my neck. Her lips on mine, kissing me with such incestuous heat. I groaned as I opened her robe, revealing her beauty. My hands stroked her sides. I had to fuck her because of the commands I gave her. She had to obey me. So I might as well enjoy this and savor every ounce of bliss I could. I’d have to find a way to sort out the mess in the classroom later.

Now, my mom needed me.

As my hands grasped my mom’s big tits, a familiar voice said, “Excuse me, Mr. Sampson.”

I glanced behind me to see Sam just slipping into the bathroom before my father managed to close the door. I gaped in shock at my… my girlfriend standing there, her eyes blinking owlishly behind her glasses. My dad closed the door, twisted the deadbolt. The lock clicked echoed through the room. My mother just moaned, not caring we had an audience.

“Sam!” I said. “I can explain.”

“Yes, you clearly have some usual family dynamics I was unaware of,” Sam said. “But, I am your lover now, so I need to be involved in this sort of things. I mean, your mother does have a rather magnificent pair of breasts. I’m rather coming around to the delights found in the female form. It’s all very strange. Unleashing my emotions has dredged up all sorts of interesting desires inside of me.”

“You’re okay with me fucking my…” My voice trailed off. Of course she was. I told her to be okay with me fucking other women including my mother.

Sam nodded. “Yes I find myself quite keen to observe and, perhaps, to learn more about coitus.”

“Lover?” Mom purred, her hand playing with my cock trapped in my jeans. “Have you two finally shared your feelings for each other?” She beamed at us. “That’s so wonderful. I’m so happy for you both. Mmm, it makes me so wet. Oh, yes, Justin, I need you in me so badly. While your girlfriend watches. That makes this hotter. I want to share you with girls!”

“Yes, I have that same desire, Mrs. Sampson,” Sam said. “Maybe, Justin… you could show me how to do things. To your mother. Together.”

“Like eating her pussy together?” I blurted out.

Sam gave a shy nod of her head which slid her glasses on her cute nose. I think I truly love this girl. Damn, how did I ever miss her femininity? She just always… around. Present. Blending into the background. She didn’t have all those exciting attributes on display that a whore like Aurora did. But now that I was seeing Sam and realizing all the potential she held… She could be amazing.

She would be amazing.

“Then let’s do it,” I said, kneeling before my mom as she leaned back against the sink. Sam slipped down beside me, her body shaking. She pushed up her glasses with her middle finger as my mother spread her thighs before us, unveiling her pussy adorned by a trimmed, brown bush. The scent of my mother’s sweet musk filled my nose.

“We’re just going to lick, okay?” I told Sam. “So just love all those places you like to touch yourself. Her labia. Her clit. Even get your tongue deep into her hole.”

“I rarely masturbate.” Sam licked her lips. “But I shall follow your guidance, Justin.”

“That’s what boyfriends are for,” I told her. I gave her a grin and kissed her quickly on the lips.

My mom let out such a maternal groan, that awwing sigh every mother makes when one of her children does something she finds sweet or endearing. My dick throbbed so hard in my jeans. This was also wonderfully fucked up. I was sharing my mother with my girlfriend.

God, this is so hot.

Together, Sam and I lowered our faces. Sam’s cheek rubbed against mine, so silky smooth. I didn’t mind the hard frames of her glasses pressing on my temple and was a little saddened when she quickly ripped them off right before we reached my mother’s pussy. Then we were nuzzling into my mom’s bush. I flicked out my tongue, sliding through my mother’s folds. I was eager to eat her out this time with her aware of what I was doing.

Sam’s tongue flicked out a moment later. She brushed mine before she let out a purring sound. “That is quite… good.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned before licking again. “My mom tastes delicious.”

“I am so glad you both love what my pussy taste like,” my mother groaned as Sam licked her again. “Ooh, Doug, our son is growing up to be such a strong, young man. Look at him teaching his girlfriend to eat pussy. He’s going to make her so happy. She’s not going to ever lack pleasure.”

“No,” my dad groaned. “Justin’s not a pathetic man like me.”

Sam giggled beside me.

It was so exciting sharing my mother with Sam. My mom’s sweet juices coated our lips and cheeks. Everything grew wonderfully sticky as our tongues licked and lapped and fluttered through my mom’s folds. We took turns brushing mom’s clit and thrusting into the depths of her cunt.

Sam squirmed beside me. She let out little moans and purrs of delight as we feasted. Our lips would brush for a moment, and our tongues would slide together. We would kiss, sharing the incestuous delight of my mom’s hot cunt. It was so incredible.

I was so lucky to have my powers.

“Oh, yes, yes, you are so cute together!” my mom groaned. “Ooooh, yes, you’re both so darn cute!”

My mom’s pillowy breasts jiggled and shook as she squirmed. Her hands clutched the edge of the porcelain sink as her body swayed from side to side. It was clear Sam and I were sending such heady rapture through my mom’s flesh. We were giving her such wicked passion. It burned through her. It made her gasp and moan and caused her juices to flow.

More and more of her passion soaked our faces. It was so exciting. I thrust my tongue deep into my mom’s cunt, wiggling around in the very sheath that brought me into this world. Sam’s clasped her lips around my mom’s clit, sucking hard. Mom bucked, her big tits heaving together. Her hard nipples danced atop those bouncing breasts.

“Oh, yes, yes!” my mom moaned. She threw back her head, her neck flushed with her passion. “Oh, Doug, our son and his girlfriend are going to make me explode! They’re eating my pussy! See, Doug, a real man eats out his woman!”

“I know,” my dad groaned, sounding so pathetic. “I never was a real man.”

“No, you never were, Doug!” my mom screamed. “Oh, Justin, I love you! I love you so much!”

My mom came. She showered Sam and me in her passion. Her sweet cream spilled over our faces. The pair of us licked it up with such a hungry fervor. I could tell Sam loved the taste of my mother’s passion as much as me.

We made my mother cum. It was so amazing. My dick was so hard. I unzipped my jeans, pulling my cock out of my boxers so it thrust out my fly. I had to be inside my mother now. I had to fuck her to fulfill the commands I gave her.

I also wanted to fuck Sam.

I kissed my girlfriend as my mother gasped and moaned. I thrust my tongue into Sam’s mouth while my right hand went for her breasts. I squeezed her small, firm tit through her top. She didn’t wear a bra. I felt her puffy nipples, the same pink delight I witnessed when Aurora exposed Sam’s tits while time was frozen.

Sam broke away from me. “Justin, you haven’t taken me out on a single date. You need to stop touching me like that.”

I blinked at her. “What?”

She stood up. “I’m not slut like your sex slave. I believe a minimum of at least one date, possibly three, should be undertaken before we have sexual relations.”

I blinked at her as she smoothed her skirt and stepped back. I think she was right. I definitely should treat her right. Not just as someone to fuck. Besides, I had my mom and Aurora. When I stopped time, I could make new whores. So I could go a little slow with Sam.

“Tonight, after classes are over, I’ll take you out on a date.”

Sam nodded her head, a pleased smile crossing her lips as she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “I look forward to it.”

“Now, Justin, I need you to fuck me,” my mom moaned. “I need you to show your dad just how lacking as a man he is.”

How could I say no to that?

As I rose, I lined up my cock to penetrate my mother’s pussy. Sam leaned closer. She licked her lips, her brown eyes inquisitive. I liked how she squirmed as I brought my dick to my mother’s silky bush. Sam watched with such interest while I rubbed my shaft’s tip up and down my mother’s wet slit.

“Fuck your mother, Justin,” groaned my dad. I could hear him jerking off now, that rhythmic slap-slap of masturbation. This was the only time he could have any sexual satisfaction. He could only get off while watching me fuck his wife.

“Yes, insert your cock into your mother,” Sam said. “I find myself quite eager to witness this.”

Groaning, loving the audience, I thrust into my mother’s pussy. She moaned, her heavy tits jiggling as I sank into her wet, incestuous depths. It was always so amazing to be back inside my mother. My arms went around her. My hand slid up and down her supple back. I savored her pussy clenching and relaxing about my shaft.

I kissed my mother with hungry lips, letting her taste her own sweet musk as I drew back my hips and slammed my cock back into her. She groaned, her thighs tightening about my waist as I fucked her. I pumped my dick in and out of her, churning her snatch up as our tongues danced together. She moaned into the kiss, her pleasure so obvious.

Mom loved my dick. She had to.

My balls smacked into her taint as I fuck her hard. I drove again and again and again into her incestuous depths. Sam was squirming right beside us, her eyes so wide as she watched us. She kept licking her lips. I couldn’t help but watch at her out of the corner of my eye. I loved the scarlet blush crossing her freckled cheeks and the way her hands rubbed at her stomach, pulling her baggy top tight across her small breasts.

“Damn,” I groaned, breaking the kiss with my mother to stare at my girlfriend. “It’s making you so hot, isn’t it? Making your pussy all wet and juicy.”

Sam nodded her head. She let out a whimpering moan.

“Oh, honey, let me help you out,” my mother said, reaching out with her left hand. She snagged the waistband of Sam’s sweatpants and pulled my girlfriend closer.

I thrust harder while my mom slipped her hand inside Sam’s sweatpants. My girlfriend let out a shuddering moan while her spine stiffened. I just knew my mom was reaching not only into Sam’s sweatpants, but into her panties. Such awe crossed Sam’s face as another person touched her pussy for the first time.

My mother touched Sam’s pussy.

“So my mom can get to third base, but I have to take you want to date?” I asked with a grin, thrusting my cock over and over into my mother’s cunt.

“She is not my lover,” Sam said, her voice breathy. “She’s… She’s your mother. She’s just… She’s just helping me out.”

My mother’s cunt clenched about my cock. “Mmm, yes, Justin. Just one lady giving another a helping hand.”

“Fuck,” I moaned, my dick throbbing in my mother’s tight pussy. “Yes, yes, yes help my girlfriend cum!”

“She will,” groaned my wussy dad. The sound of him spanking his pathetic cock while I fucked his wife only added to my excitement.

I leaned over and kissed Sam on the mouth as I plowed into my mother. My girlfriend didn’t hesitate. She threw an arm around my neck and kissed me back with ferocity. Her tongue dove into my mouth while my mom rubbed and fingered her cunt. My own hands were squeezing my mother’s tits now. If I didn’t, I would be grabbing Sam.

I clutched my mom’s heavy tits hard as I kissed Sam with all my passion. Our tongues dueled as we both groaned and gasped. My mother was pleasuring us now. We made her cum, so now she was returning the favor.

What an awesome family I had.

Mom’s pussy grew hotter and hotter around my dick. The silky friction swelled the ache at the tip of my cock. I couldn’t last long. Not while kissing Sam. My lover made such girlish moans. My girlfriend clutched to me with such a desperate passion, the rims of her glasses nudging my temple and forehead.

When she broke her kiss, she threw back her head and screamed, “Oh, my gosh, yes, Mrs. Sampson!”

“Oh, yes, you’re having an orgasm, Sam!” my mom moaned, her pussy clamping down on my dick hard. “You’re just soaking my fingers with your passion. “

“Oh, Justin, it’s amazing!” Sam moaned. She stumbled back, pulling away from us both. She hit the wall and shuddered against it, her head tossing from side to side. I had never seen her looking so wanton.

So alive.

Her lips were pursed and eyes squeezed shut. She never looked sexier to me. All her nerdiness had vanished, subsumed by the woman unleashed inside of her.

“Fuck!” I groaned and buried into my mother. As I erupted, I growled, “You’re so beautiful, Sam!”

“She is!” gasped my mother as I spurted blast after blast of cum into her depths.

My mother trembled as she joined me in rapture. Her cunt spasmed, milking my dick. Her flesh writhed and massaged around my shaft. She was so hungry for my jizz. She wanted to be bred by me. She wasn’t on birth control.

My dad grunted behind me. I bet his feeble spunk was spurting from his dick while watching as I kept pumping my jizz into his wife’s fertile depths. The pleasure carried me to such a plateau of rapture. I hungered for an amazing moment. Stars rippled across my vision.

Then I crashed down from my high.

“Oh, Justin, I needed that so badly,” my mom purred. She held up her fingers, covered in Sam’s juices, before my lips. I glanced at my girlfriend.

Sam nodded.

I sucked my girlfriend’s tangy juices off my mother’s digits. I groaned, loving the flavor of Sam. It was even hotter to taste her indirectly. I couldn’t believe how wonderful this was. I sucked my mom’s fingers clean, shuddering.

I could feel my power was almost full. It was almost 8:01 AM.

Outside, I could hear students flowing through the hallways, heading to their next class. I blinked, pulling out of my mom’s pussy. I had work to do. I needed to find Aurora before I could freeze time. I adjusted my clothing while my mom fanned her face. She picked up her bathrobe.

“Well, Sam, I’m so happy you and Justin are together.”

“As am I,” Sam said, adjusting her glasses.

Dressed, I ushered my parents out of the bathroom and into the flow of students. Sam followed me out, her cheeks burning bright, but she otherwise looked like her normal, placid self. She gave me a smile and a nod before she headed back to class. My parents both looked satiated, especially my mom as she clutched her thin robe closed about her nude body.

I definitely had to do something about my parents, adjusting my commands.

My energy filled to the brim. I could stop time now. My phone chirped. I glanced at it, and saw a text from my sister reading: “In place! Ready to have fun.”

I just needed Aurora to reach me so I could pull her into stopped time. As far as Sam… I’d feel her out on the date tonight. Maybe I’d show her what I could do.

“Have a good day, son,” my mom said. “I love you so much.”

My cheeks burned as I felt the students watching us. They all had these looks in their eyes. They knew I just fucked my mother. God, it had to be all over the school by now that my father had burst into the classroom and begged me to fuck my mom.

“Yeah, I love you, too, Mom,” I said, my face so hot with embarrassment.

My parents turned and walked down the hallway, passing a man in a gray jumpsuit with the sewage explosion logo over his heart. He was staring at his phone, his face tense. Was he looking for a sewage problem? I hadn’t smelled anything. The bathroom was fresh when we were in there.

“I’ll see you at lunch,” Sam said, giving me a faint smile.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m looking forward to our private tutoring with Miss Daisy.”

“As am I.” My girlfriend pushed up her glasses and headed back towards Miss Daisy’s class.

“Master!”

I glanced past Sam to see my cheerleader-slut racing towards me, her golden ponytail bouncing behind her. Her face was flushed, even agitated. I held out my hand to her as she raced past Sam pulling her phone out of her pocket. She thrust out her arm, fingers extended.

The moment we touched, I shouted, “STOP!”

Sounds died. Time froze. Everyone around us paused in mid step, holding positions that not even the greatest balance artist could maintain without shifting slightly. I let out a sigh of relief. Finally.

“We have to fix my parents,” I told her.

“Yeah,” she said. She held up her phone. “Look. This is bad.”

To be continued…

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Our daughter, Allie, asks my wife about her sexual encounters when she was 18; my wife encourages Allie to pursue a daddy-daughter affair with me; Allie shares her desire with a few friends who all share with her that they already know the pleasures of being daddy’s little girl.

A complete work of fiction involving consenting adults

Setting the Stage

This happened two years ago when my daughter, Allie, had just turned 18 years old a week prior. She is now 20, and we are lovers. My wife has been completely onboard with this since it happened. In fact, it was partly her idea, and she was the one that arranged for it to happen.

My wife and I are both 36 years old. We were high school sweethearts and married shortly after graduation. We had just turned 18 years old a week or so prior to our commencement ceremony, and Lisa had found out she was already three months pregnant. So, we did the right thing and got married as soon as we could after officially becoming adults. We were madly in love with each other then, and we are still madly in love with each other now, 18 years later after our vows.

We met when we were both freshmen in high school. I was what could be considered a geeky nerd, and she was an up and coming soccer star, making the varsity club the first week of school. We had several classes together, and she caught my eye one day in Algebra class. We started talking, and hanging out, and the next thing anyone knew, we were dating. Fast forward to the news, and we both had no hesitation about tying the knot, and having a child.

Allie was, and still is the apple of my eye, and I have adored her since she was born. She is an only child, which is by design. Lisa and I both decided we only wanted one child so we could focus all of our efforts in raising just one, and also be able to spoil her completely, giving her everything we possibly could give her to make her life the best it could be.

As Allie began to grow up, it was apparent very quickly that she was becoming a “Daddy’s girl”, and I affectionately referred to her as my little Princess. Lisa absolutely loved it that I heaped so much love and adoration on our little girl, and encouraged it fully. Anytime Allie wanted something, she would ask her mom, and if she told Allie “no”, Allie would come to me. I would tell her, “let me talk to your mom since she already told you ‘no’, Sweetheart.” I would then talk to Lisa, and invariably Lisa would give in and allow Allie to have, or do whatever it was she had asked about.

I will say that Allie never abused that situation, and was the poster girl for being respectful, kind, and courteous. All of her friends loved her, and loved the fact that she was the center of both mine and Lisa’s world. As she grew into her teenage years, Allie began to really favor her mom in almost every aspect, including personality, looks, figure, and athletic talent. We put her on a *********** league soccer team early on, and she quickly became the star. This followed her all the way through high school as well.

The great thing about having a gorgeous daughter who is a soccer star is that she has absolutely no time for dating, or for the bullshit that most guys will put a girl through. She had no interest in guys, choosing instead to focus all of her energy on her soccer skills, determined to earn a scholarship to play in college. It also helped that she was on the “A” honor roll every semester since junior high, into high school, keeping a 4.0 average, and maintaining a hectic travel schedule with soccer.

Allie is 5’4” tall, long dark hair that falls just past her shoulders, brown eyes that are absolutely gorgeous, has a small waist, and 32C tits (I know because I have taken her clothing, panties, and bra shopping several times when Lisa was unable to take her). She also has her mother’s ass when she was that same age. Nice and tight, petite, firm, and slightly a bubble ass. Her legs are smooth and toned from all of the soccer she has played.

Allie also has always maintained her beautiful looks with makeup and other girly stuff. Lisa and I allowed her to start wearing lipstick, mascara, and foundation about the time she started middle school, in order for her to build up her self-confidence and to feel “pretty”. I told Lisa that it was important for young girls to feel “pretty”, and she agreed. Lisa told me her dad let her start wearing makeup at the same age, so it was an easy decision.

Lisa has also been meticulous about her appearance, dating back to her freshman year, and still maintains a steady and consistent beauty regimen. She is Asian, and still a complete knockout at the age of 36.

When Allie was around 12 or so, I was home watching a soccer match on TV, not knowing where Lisa and Allie had gone. She had just texted me that they would be back in a couple of hours and that she would have a surprise for me.

Soon enough, I heard the car pull into the garage. The door leading into the kitchen burst open, and Allie came running into the living room, all excited and smiling.

“Look, Daddy!! Look!! Aren’t they pretty? Do you like them? Mommy said you would!” she exclaimed.

She flashed both of her hands to me, and wriggled her fingers in a piano playing motion. I looked and saw that she had her nails polished for the first time. She had small French tips that were so shiny and brilliant. Then she said, “Look down, Daddy! See! Are my toes pretty?” I saw that she had also gotten her toes done in a very sheer, luminous soft pink. They looked beautiful on my gorgeous little girl.

I smiled, and told her, “Princess, I definitely love your pretty nails and your beautiful toes!” and I kissed her, giving her a hug of approval. I looked at my wife, and she flashed her nails and toes at me as well. They both had matching manicures and pedicures.

From that day forward, Lisa took Allie every two weeks for a fresh mani and pedi, and even began to allow her to get her lashes done when she became a ninth grader. This beauty regimen continued throughout Allie’s entire high school career. She even started asking me to go with her and Lisa, and told me “Daddy, you need to pick my color and Mommy’s color for both us. Pick your favorite color every single time, Daddy!” So, that is still part of our “Daddy/Princess time” every other Thursday.

On her 18th birthday, my wife and I gave her a huge celebration party, letting her invite all the girls from her soccer team to partake in her special party evening. We took them to the nicest restaurant in town, and let all of the girls order whatever they wanted for dinner. Every girl on Allie’s team is beautiful, but that night, Allie was indeed the prettiest young lady in the place.

After the party, Allie went to go celebrate with her teammates at the local arcade-bowling alley. She asked if she could spend the night with Monica, her best friend since junior high. Of course, never having told her ‘no’ to anything, I told her that was fine, but to be home by noon the following day. She put her arms around my neck, looked into my eyes, with a look that I had never seen her give me before, and kissed me….on the lips. Not just any kiss, like an 18-year old daughter would give their dad; this was a lingering, deep kiss. She even bit my lip softly before pulling away, and grinned devilishly in the process.

“Thanks, Daddy!” she said, but in a tone that wreaked of a bit of sultriness and sexiness. At that moment, I just chalked it up to her admiration and typical 18-year old girls being girls. Things didn’t become a bit clearer until later that night.

Allie went over and hugged Lisa, telling her “Mom, you’re the best! Thanks!” and she scampered off.

I thought, ‘Thanks? For what? Maybe for the party, I guess, but it seemed a bit odd.’

After she left, Lisa and I watched TV for a bit in the living room, catching up on some shows we had DVR’ed but hadn’t had time to watch. Lisa was still in her cocktail length skirt, and was wearing a beautiful white top that was just a bit low cut. Enough to show off her nice 32C cleavage, but not enough to show any tits. She kicked off her satin black open-toed high heels, and put her feet on the coffee table. Her dark crimson polished toes sparkled in the light coming from the lamp next to the sofa.

“We have the place to ourselves tonight, honey,” she said, while flexing her gorgeous toes more deliberately. She then reached over and began to rub my crotch through my dress pants. I started to get hard immediately.

“I know, baby. We haven’t had a full night without anyone else here in quite a while. I’m thinking we need to maximize it to the fullest,” I told her. She was continuing to rub my dick through my pants.

She looked at me and said, “Unzip those pants. Take out your dick. I want you to fuck my feet and suck my toes to start with.”

I unzipped my pants and took out my now rock hard cock, and turned around facing the opposite end of the sofa. Lisa then turned to face me, leaning up against the pillow on the armrest behind her. She unbuttoned her blouse, and took off her bra, exposing her perfect tits.

As she put her right foot on my dick, she raised the left one to my mouth and said, “Suck those toes, baby! I love it when you suck them.”

With her legs now open, I could see that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her beautiful Asian cunt was bald, pink, and silky smooth. Lisa had started waxing when she was in high school, and when we started fucking had asked me if I liked it bald, or if I wanted her to grow back a little bush. I had told her to keep it baby smooth and waxed. She had done so since that day.

I started to suck her pinky toe, kissing it and running my tongue over it gently. She began to rub my dick with her other foot, making sure that I could see her polished toes the entire time. I deftly moved to each toe, giving each digit the same loving suck as the one previously. Lisa began to pick up the pace rubbing her soft, pink sole up and down my shaft.

“Glaze them for me, honey?” she cooed.

I told her, “Definitely, Sweetheart. That dark crimson polish will look good with a coat of white cum over it.”

I took her big toe and began to suck it vigorously, and caressed the polished nail with my tongue, running it over the shiny, smooth surface. I looked at Lisa, and nodded. She began to rub my cock even harder and faster. I took her foot down from my face and she then wrapped both feet around my shaft, creating a foot pussy for me to fuck. This was one of my favorite things to do with Lisa. Every time she came back with a fresh pedicure, she would let me suck her toes that night and would make a foot pussy for me to pound. I would shoot a load of spunk all over her freshly polished toes, in essence, “christening” them with approval of her color choice. The color that I had picked out to begin with.

Lisa almost always wore sandals, or heels that would show off her gorgeous feet. In fact, she had encouraged Allie to do the same as well. I don’t think Allie or Lisa owned a pair of closed toe shoes, other than a pair of tennis shoes (Lisa wore these to the gym everyday), or soccer cleats (Allie had several pair of these).

As I continued to fuck Lisa’s arch gap, she spread her knees a bit further, and hiked up her skirt as high as she could get it, saying, “See my beautiful pussy, honey? It’s still only yours to fuck, lick, eat, and finger anytime you want!”

She was started to become wet, as I could see the beginnings of pussy juice start to coat her pink lips. “You’re gonna fuck my brains out when we go upstairs,” she said. I told her that was definitely going to happen.

I could feel my spunk starting to make its way up my shaft, and I told Lisa, “I’m about to cum, baby! All over those gorgeous toes!”

“Ohhh, Uhhhgggghhhh!! Ohhhhh!” I hollered out. I shot a thick rope of cum all over my wife’s toes, and she began to flex them, working the cum in between each one. She smiled and said, “Ummmm. Yeah! I love your sticky cum all over my feet! So good!”

I leaned up, she met me, and we French kissed for several minutes. We then went upstairs, took showers, and crawled into bed. I was thinking that was going to be nothing more than a nice night of fucking and screwing my wife without either of us having to be quiet or discreet. Little did I know what Lisa had in mind as a proposal. It definitely wasn’t going to just be a typical fucking.

******

After we both showered, we crawled into bed, naked and Lisa began to kiss me passionately. She reached down and started to stroke my dick again, and said, “Lick me, baby to get us started.”

She laid down, spread her legs, put her knees up, and I got between her legs. I put my face up to her gorgeous pink slit, and began to lightly kiss her cunt, gently licking her in the process. She began to coo and moan softly. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed me deep into her crotch, and said, “Tongue fuck my cunt like you do so well! Eat your wife’s pussy!”

I drove my tongue up inside her fuck slit, licking and probing the soft, smooth walls of Lisa’s love tunnel, moving my tongue up and down, in and out, and all around. I then stuck my middle finger into her pussy as well, and started to finger fuck her twat while licking and sucking.

Shortly after that, my tongue moved to her clit, and I began to suck on it, flicking it with my tongue. Still finger fucking her pussy, I started to flick her love bean even more intensely. Lisa’s love honey began to flow steadily out of her cunt, soaking not only my middle finger that was buried all the way inside her, but also oozing down over my hand.

Lisa began to shiver and tremble, and pushed my head even deeper against her crotch, holding me there as her hips began to buck up and down against my face. I was tongue flicking her cunt hard and fast, as well as sucking on it hard.

All of a sudden, Lisa shouted loudly, uninhibited due to Allie being gone for the night, “Ohhh my fucking god!! Holy fucking damn!! God! Fuck!!”, and she squirted a solid stream of pussy nectar all over my face. I slurped and lapped as fast as I could to drink it from her cunt, but there was such an intense spew that it began to puddle on the bedsheet.

When she finally finished her orgasmic bliss, I crawled up to her, and told her, “Taste yourself, baby! You taste fantastic, just like always!” and we locked lips, tongues swirling together for several minutes.

“Damn, baby! You eat me out just as good now as you did back then! And you were fantastic that very first time!” she said, smiling.

“And you, my love, taste just as wonderful as that first time you let me eat you out in your bedroom while your parents were downstairs watching TV,” I told her.

We cuddled for quite a while, gazing into each other’s eyes. Then she said, out of the clear blue, “Honey, do you think Allie is pretty?”

I looked at her and said, “Sweetheart, she is the spitting image of you when you were 18 years old.”

She said, “You didn’t answer me. Do you think she’s pretty? Actually, what would you rate her? Cute, Pretty, Beautiful, or Gorgeous?”

Smiling, I kissed her lovingly and said, “Sweetheart, our daughter is absolutely fucking gorgeous!”

“So, you really think your Princess is fucking gorgeous?” she asked.

“Definitely,” I told her. “Just like her mother.”

She then said, “Fuck me, baby! Fuck me now!”

Still holding a rock hard boner, I climbed on top of Lisa and drove my cock into her dripping wet cunt. It went it very easily since she was soaking wet. I will say that even after having a baby, and after well over 18-plus years of constant fucking, my wife’ pussy was still amazingly tight and snug. And I loved that aspect of our sex life.

As I drove my dick in and out of my wife’s slick twat, she was gazing into my eyes, with her arms wrapped around me, holding me tight. I wrapped my arms around her and we were locked into a lovers’ fuck position. My hips began to thrust steadily, and she met each of my thrusts with one of her own.

The next thing she did was so fucking hot, but a complete surprise. Whispering softly into my ear, Lisa said, “Oh yeah. Screw your Princess, Daddy! Your Princess loves your Daddy cock!”

I was completely in shock, but was also so overwhelmed with an intense horniness that I hadn’t experienced since the first time Lisa and I had fucked when we were in high school. I immediately had a flash of Allie in her bikini thong, laying on the beach, during our spring break vacation, and that image was the focal point in my mind as Lisa kept saying, “Fuck me, Daddy! Screw me good! Your Princess’ pussy is all yours, Daddy! Cum in me! Give me your Daddy spunk!”

At that moment, I lost it completely. I thrust one more time really hard into my wife’s cunt, and began to shoot load after load of hot sperm up her love tunnel. I came harder than I had in a long time, and it was to the thought of Allie. It was so taboo, but it was oh so fucking hot at the same time.

I rolled off Lisa, and we faced each other, caressing each other’s face and looking into each other’s eyes with a love and lust that was beyond comprehension.

“Wow! That was so fucking hot, honey! You do think Allie is fucking gorgeous!” she said with a devious grin. “I knew you would enjoy that little scenario.”

I told her, “I did, baby. But where did that come from all of a sudden? I’m not complaining, but holy shit!”

“Baby, I know that it’s almost every dad’s fantasy to fuck his daughter at some point. It’s ok, honey. I loved it! And I know you did, too.”

Still holding her close, I told her, “Honey, I have to be honest. Yes, I have wondered what it would be like to screw our daughter. She is fucking gorgeous, and she does exude, shall we say, ‘lots of confidence in how she displays and carries herself’, so to speak. It’s definitely been enough to get me hard as a rock more than once.”

Lisa, without missing a beat, said, “Well, I suppose you did notice the way she kissed you earlier this evening was quite a bit different than before, yes?”

“Oh, I definitely noticed, and I actually enjoyed it. As taboo as that might be,” I told her.

“Honey, it’s not taboo as far as I’m concerned. We had a little talk earlier today and I told her it would be ok to do that,” Lisa said.

I looked at her, and said, “What do you mean, you and Allie had ‘a little talk’ today?”

She sat up, and said, “Sit up, baby. This might take a few minutes but I think you are going to be fine with what I’m going to tell you. Just hear me out, ok? And yes, I have already given my blessing, as evidenced by playing Allie tonight. It’s apparent that you will be fine with things based upon how great you fucked me during that exchange.”

I sat up and told her, “Ok. So, tell me. What’s the deal, honey? And yes, I loved you being Allie.”

Lisa started to tell me about her conversation with Allie earlier in the day before we left for her birthday dinner party.

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The Conversation Between Lisa and Allie

So, Allie and I were in her room this afternoon, and I was helping her to pick out which dress to wear for tonight, and she said, “Mom, was Daddy your first?”

I told her, “No, honey. He wasn’t. Daddy was my first and only true love, but he wasn’t my first.”

Allie asked, “Did Daddy know he wasn’t your first?”

“Yes, honey. Daddy knew I wasn’t a virgin the first time we fucked. He didn’t know who it was, and I didn’t tell him until after I was pregnant with you and we got married.”

“So, who was your first, Mom?” Allie asked me.

I told her, “Honey, this may come as a surprise, but your grandpa, my dad, was my first.”

“No way! Are you serious! Grandpa was the first guy you fucked, mom? Wow!!”

I told her, “Yes, honey. My dad was my first fuck. Apparently, it’s been a family thing for going back several years. Dads are the first ones to screw their daughters, and moms are the first ones that their sons fuck. So, yes, your grandpa fucked your great-grandmother before he and your grandmother started screwing. So, that’s just how it’s been.”

Allie said, “Damn! And all this time I just thought Grandpa was doting over you because you were the only girl. But he was doting on you because you were his girl, and he took your cherry. That is so cool!”

I told Allie, “Yes, honey. I was his girl, and I was his girl until your dad and I got married. That’s when I told your dad about both of us. Your dad was totally cool with things. He said, “I think that’s so great that your dad loves you enough to make sure that you know all about sex, honey. I know you told me you weren’t a virgin when I fucked you the first time, but the fact that you were so good at fucking; that explains it. Your dad taught you very well.”

Then Allie asked me, “Mom, do you think Daddy would want to be my first? I mean, he’s so handsome, and he’s always telling me how beautiful I am. Do you think he thinks I’m pretty enough to fuck? I want Daddy to fuck me, like Grandpa did you.”

So I told Allie, “Sweetheart, your Daddy loves you more than you know. I have seen the way he looks at you, especially in the last year or so as you have blossomed into a young lady. I am quite certain that Daddy would dearly love to screw his little girl.”

Allie started jumping up and down, squealing, and said, “Oooohhh!! Mom!! I’m so excited! Can Daddy fuck me tonight? I want him to pop my cherry, Mom! Pleeeeeaaassee.”

Then I told Allie, “Easy, Sweetheart. Let me set the situation first just to make sure that Daddy is completely on board with this. I mean, it’s a huge dynamic shift going from being Daddy’s Princess, to being ‘Daddy’s Princess’. But I’m pretty sure he won’t need much convincing.”

Allie then gave me a hug and told me, “Mom!! I can’t wait! I want it to be so special! Can we get a hotel room at that nice resort across town? Will you be there as well?”

I said, “Honey, I think for this occasion, we will go out of town. Maybe we can set it up for this coming weekend at your soccer tournament. We can go down the day before, and you and Daddy can fuck that night and sleep in the same bed together, like lovers. And, you know, Mommy does think that you have a very beautiful pussy.”

She smiled and told me, “Hey, Mom. How about let’s just get one room with an XL King bed? That way you and me and can both sleep with Daddy. We can both suck his cock, and come to think of it, your pussy is pretty beautiful as well. I’ve admired it a lot the last few times we’ve both gone to get our pussy waxings done.” Allie grinned at me and raised her eyebrows a little, glancing at my crotch.

I thought, ‘Damn! Not only is my daughter going to lose her virginity to her dad, but she’s going to let me lick her pussy. Holy shit! I’ll get fucked this weekend, Allie will get fucked this weekend, both of us will suck Dave’s dick, and we’ll both get our pussies eaten twice. This will be a family fuck fest!’

I told Allie, “Before you leave with your friends tonight, when you kiss Daddy goodbye, give him a passionate, hot, sexy lover kiss. Not like you’re his daughter, but as if you were his lover. Tonight, when Daddy fucks me, I’m going to be you. That will tell me all I need to know about whether he is really down to screw his little girl. We can go from there, but I’m sure Daddy wants to fuck you as badly as you want to fuck Daddy. And I want Daddy to fuck you, Sweetheart. The sex between a dad and his daughter is a level of passion unlike any other and I want you to have that joy, for a long time.”

Allie then said, “Thanks, Mom! I can’t wait for to be Daddy’s little girl, for real!! I think you’re right. Daddy has gotten a boner for quite a long time now every time I sit on his lap. And I have been subtly grinding on him for several months, making sure that he hits my pussy. So, yeah, he’ll fuck his Princess for sure!”

So, there it is, baby. Your little Princess wants you to be her first. I want you to be her first, and her only for as long as possible. And I know you want to finally screw Allie. Are you sure?

******

Anticipation

At this point, I had a raging boner again, hearing my wife recount the conversation she had with our daughter that afternoon, along with realizing that my long held fantasy of fucking Allie was actually going to become a reality. No more just enjoying a secret, discreet grind; no more just jerking off to a mental image of her in a bikini thong, or in her practice shorts, that were a bit snug but looked oh so fucking good like that. Nope. It was going to be a real life, daddy-daughter fuck date, with my wife along for the ride.

“Damn right! Honey!” I told Lisa. “But, what about pregnancy risk? I mean, I would love to fuck her cunt bareback raw, but I don’t want to pull out of her either. I probably wouldn’t be able to anyway ,if being honest. If her pussy is anything like yours, yeah, a pull out won’t happen.” I smiled.

My wife said, “Baby, Allie’s been on birth control since junior high. I put her on it to ensure that her cycle stayed regular and there wouldn’t be any issues with that. So, yes, you can shoot deep into your daughter’s pussy. My dad never pulled out.”

“But, I knocked you up, even though you were on birth control. How did that happen?” I asked her.

She said, “Honey, you never figured that one out, even 18 years later? I stopped taking it so you would get me pregnant, silly. I wanted to make sure that you and I got married, because I knew that I was deeply in love with you, and I wasn’t about to let any other girl have you for herself. I started up again after Allie was born and have been on it ever since. You never knew that?”

“Well, I kind of suspected, but I just thought maybe it had failed or something. Anyway, I’m glad I got you pregnant because I wanted to marry you anyway. And now we have the most gorgeous young lady for a daughter that anyone could ever have! And we have raised her well. I love her so much, and I love you so much, honey!” I told her.

We kissed deeply, and then rolled over to get some sleep. I was so fucking horny with anticipation knowing that I was going to finally screw my daughter that I couldn’t sleep. I rolled over onto my back and said, “Allie, Daddy can’t sleep. Can you play with Daddy’s cock and make me feel good so I can sleep?”

Lisa rolled over, grinned and said, “Of course, Daddy! Let your Princess jerk you off so you can sleep good, Daddy! I’ll run my French nails up and down your cock for you. I know you love my nails!”

With that, Lisa started to stroke my cock, caressing my shaft with her nails, and taking my cock between her thumb and fingers, wrapping them around it. She began to jerk me gently, whispering into my ear, “Like this, Daddy? Am I doing it like Mommy does it? It’s so hard, Daddy! Make it shoot cum all over my hand like you do when Mommy jerks you off.”

She began to stroke me faster and harder, continuing to whisper in my ear all sorts of filthy verbiage, playing the part of Allie. It was all I could stand, and then I exclaimed, “Unnnggghhh!! Oh, Princess! Make Daddy cum, baby! Just like Mommy does!! Ohhhh, yeah, Princess! Daddy loves you!”

I blew my third load of cum that night, this time all over Lisa’s hand and fingers. She continued to stroke me, milking my cock of every last drop of spunk. Then she took her hand, brought it to her face, and sucked each of her cum-covered fingers clean, licking all of my love juice off each one.

“Thanks, Daddy! That was so much fun! I can’t wait for you to fuck my pussy!” she said, remaining in character.

Breaking character, she then said, “Just think, honey. Starting this weekend, we won’t have to pretend I’m Allie anymore. You’ll get to do all kinds of stuff with her whenever you want.”

She kissed me again. We went to sleep.

******

Allie and Her Friends

Meanwhile, Allie had met up with Monica, Chloe, and Valerie at the arcade. After a few rounds of playing various video games, dance move simulations, and other virtual reality fun, they grabbed a table for a few snacks.

Monica said, “Hey, are you girls ready to bounce? Let’s go ahead and go to my house for the rest of the night. We can talk about girl shit and have some much needed girl-time together to celebrate your birthday, Allie. I mean, you are the last one of us to hit the big 1-8, so we need to party a little bit.”

Chloe, Valerie, and Allie agreed. So they all headed back to Monica’s house. Her parents were gone for the evening, and told Monica the girls could stay over as long as they wanted to into the next day. Her mom had baked cookies and brownies for them, and her dad had made sure to cook up some burgers and chicken on the grill for them before he and his wife headed out for the night.

Monica said, “We’re gonna put out the air mattresses in the living room so we can all hang in here. There’s plenty of blankets and pillows for us to get cozy. Dad said we had the run of the house, but just to make sure if we make any messes that we have it cleaned up by tomorrow before you guys leave.”

They all undressed and put on their night shirts. None of the girls ever worn panties to bed, and it would soon be apparent as to why.

Monica was a beautiful Hispanic girl, about 5’6”, with long black hair down to her waist. She was extremely well-gifted in the tits department, sporting 36Ds. She had a nice, full ass and she was just a little bit on the thick side with her thighs.

Valerie stood about 5’5”, shoulder length brown hair, and she weighed about 95 pounds or so; a little on the thin side, looking the part of a future model. Her legs were her best feature, long and slender. She had a nice, cute ass, and had 32B tits.

Chloe was the knockout of the group, well with the exception of Allie, of course. She was 5’6”, brunette hair down to her waist, 34C tits, gorgeous legs, the second best looking ass on the team, after Allie’s, and had no qualms about flaunting everything she had. Word was that she had had a thing for older guys (I mean way older) since she entered high school.

As the girls got settled in on the air mattresses, they all sat cross-legged facing each other. This gave all the girls a full, unobstructed view of each other’s pussy. All of them were completely bald and smooth. They had all started waxing their cunts as ninth graders, as did the rest of the girls on the team.

Each of them also had gotten their toes freshly polished as part of their beauty regimen for Allie’s birthday dinner since they were going to a formal restaurant. All of them had chosen the same soft, shimmery pink color on their toes, as a sign of celebration of Allie’s big day. Allie’s favorite color was pink, and she had an entire wardrobe collection of pink-themed clothing, pink-accented tops, skirts, etc. She had loved pink everything since she was a little girl. This made it easy for me to choose the nail color for her toes every single time. As long as it was a shade of pink, she loved it. And so did I. The color pink just exudes innocence and beauty.

Chloe said, “So, Allie. You are now finally ‘legal’. How’s it feel to be an adult?” She giggled and laughed. All three of them followed suit.

“Actually, it feels pretty awesome! Now I can vote, I can do all that adult shit that I couldn’t do yesterday. So yeah, it’s cool,” Allie said.

Then, Allie leaned forward a bit and said, “Girls, guess what? I kissed my Dad way different before leaving the house earlier this evening! And god, it felt so amazing!”

“You did!! Oh my god! You didn’t waste anytime making a move, did you?” said Valerie.

Chloe added, “Damn! And on your 18th birthday, not even waiting at all! So why are you here with us instead of in your Daddy’s arms tonight getting that first dose of Daddy dick?”

“Yeah, shouldn’t you be with your dad and getting your ‘present’?” Monica added.

Allie smiled and said, “Oh, it’s gonna happen, I’m pretty sure. But mom wanted to make sure that Daddy was completely onboard with this on his own. She didn’t want me to do it and have Daddy feel forced into it. She’s setting things up for me tonight.”

“How’s she doing that?” Valerie asked.

“Well, we talked this afternoon about it, and Mom said that she was going to be me tonight when she and Daddy fucked. She was going to call him Daddy, and call herself me, or my nickname,” said Allie.

Monica said, “Wait! Your mom is going to call herself ‘Princess’ while your dad fucks her? God damn! That alone will be enough for your dad to blow his load deep and hard into her! We’ve seen the way your dad looks at you, and how he hugs you after practice and matches. Trust me, he wants to fuck his baby girl. We can tell, can’t we, girls?”

All of them nodded and smiled in agreement. “Oh, he definitely wants to bury his daddy dick into your princess pussy,” Valerie interjected.

Chloe said, “And Allie, trust me. There is no dick in the world like Daddy dick! When my daddy fucked me for the first time, holy shit!! I was in ecstasy and total bliss. I’ve fucked my uncle a few times, I’ve let Mr. Jones, our government teacher fuck me; I’ve even fucked Mr. Barnes, the assistant principal for our senior class. Coach Williams, the head football coach, yeah. Sucked his dick a few times after Friday night games, and he’s fucked me a few times as well. But none of their cocks satisfy like Daddy’s cock.”

Monica said, “Absolutely! Daddy fucked me for the first time over spring break at our condo. I turned 18 that Sunday, and he was in my pussy Monday night. Daddy’s fucked me almost every night since then. In fact, he was looking forward to fucking me tonight in my new high heels that I bought for your birthday dinner. I told him I would wear them for him tomorrow night and would suck him off first, then he could fuck my brains out.”

Allie was amazed at what she was hearing. “So, all of you have been screwing your dads? Were all of you virgins when your dads fucked you for the first time? You guys do know that I still have my cherry, right?”

Valerie chimed in, “I can’t speak for the other girls, but Daddy wasn’t my first. My uncle Mike was my first. He’s Daddy’s brother. He fucked me on my 18th birthday first. Daddy was out of town on a business trip, but had told Uncle Mike to ‘take care of my baby girl tonight’. Man, did he! When Daddy got back a couple of days later, he fucked me so much I couldn’t hardly walk the next day.”

Monica said, “Yeah! Do you girls remember that day when Valerie came to practice and told Coach that she wasn’t able to go full speed or do any sprint work because she had ‘pulled a muscle’? You pulled a muscle alright. Your pussy muscle!” All of the girls laughed hard and long at remembering that incident.

Valerie continued, “Fuck you guys,” she said playfully. “But yes, it was so awesome having Daddy’s cock buried inside me like that. And then, he and Uncle Mike spit-roasted me that weekend at the big January Invitational. They took turns fucking my cunt while I sucked off the other one. Remember that weekend?”

Allie said, “Uh huh! I do remember your dad and your uncle coming to the tournament, but had no idea that it was so they could both fuck you all night long Friday and Saturday night after our matches.”

Chloe said, “Allie, honey. You are in for such a great relationship with your dad going forward. And if being honest, I can truthfully say that I wish I were you. I’d love for your dad to fuck me some time. He’s fucking hot! Isn’t he, ladies?”

Valerie and Monica both giggled, and said that Allie’s dad was indeed hot enough to fuck.

Allie asked, “Do any of your dads suck or kiss your toes for you? My dad has always loved my toes going back for as long as I can remember. I used to watch him suck my mom’s toes for her after giving her a foot massage when she came in from work. I asked Daddy one time to give me one after one of those super long practices we have sometimes, and holy shit! It was amazing, and my feet felt so good and renewed when he was done. But the best part was when he kissed each toe after doing the massage, and told me how pretty my feet were.”

Valerie said, “Girl! All the time! After almost every single practice! After a couple of times, I noticed that my dad was getting a boner while doing that, so I put one foot in his lap and started to rub his dick with it. Next thing I know, he’s unzipping his fly and pulling out his cock. I rubbed him out so good he shot the biggest load of cum ever all over my soles and toes. It was so fucking hot!”

She continued, “He told me that anytime I wanted a foot massage he would do that for me. I told him I would make sure he enjoyed it as well.”

Chloe said, “Daddy saw me polishing my toes one time, and sat and watched me do it. When I was done, I asked him if he enjoyed watching me do that. He said he loved it. So I told him he could watch me the next time. The next week, I came into the living room, wearing a skirt, with no panties underneath, and sat down on the floor in front of him.

“I said, Daddy, which color do you want me to use on my toes? Naturally, he chose the shiny barbie pink shade. I took off the polish from last week, and started to do my toes with the new polish. I had my legs spread a little wide so Daddy could get a good look at my cunt and my toes. He was staring intently and I saw a look of lustful desire in his eyes.

“Daddy, do you want to help me do my toes? He got down on the floor, and polished them for me. It was so fucking hot! I asked him where he learned how to do that, because he polished them like an expert, I guarantee you. He said that Mommy and he would have pedicure night every couple of weeks, and then Mommy would make him ‘feel good’ with her pretty toes.

“Do you want me to make you feel good with my pretty toes, Daddy?” I asked him. He said, “Absolutely, Sweetie. And your pretty little pussy is so beautiful. Daddy can’t wait to make it feel good for you.” I told him to do it whenever he wanted to. And that’s how we started. Daddy still does my toes for me every once in a while. But he sucks them almost every single night, usually while he fucking me.”

Allie had a thoughtful look on her face. She said, “Damn! I didn’t realize so many dads were so into their daughters’ feet, and having sex with their little girls. I was hoping it wasn’t a weird thing, because my Daddy really is hot, and I’ve been dying for him to fuck me.”

All of them assured her that it was not weird within their circle of friends, and that there were a few others on the team who were getting fucked by their dads. She leaned back a little, and smiled.

Chloe then said, “Damn, Allie! Hey, girls, have any of you actually taken a nice good look at Allie’s pussy? Fuck!! It’s definitely in the category of ‘god pussy’ without question! It is fucking gorgeous! I thought my cunt was beautiful, but yours is an 11 on a scale of 10, Allie!!”

Allie grinned, and said, “Really? You think so? Thanks! Mom has told me that I have a pretty cunt and that Daddy will love to be inside it. She told me that hers looked just like that when she was my age.”

Monica and Valerie moved in for a closer look and to admire Allie’s snatch.

“Holy shit! Look at that slit! Your fuck tunnel is beautiful!” said Valerie. Monica agreed.

“Hey, I’v got an idea. How about we give Allie a real birthday girl celebration tonight? My parents aren’t home, so we have all night. Allie, you down to have your pussy licked by the three hottest girls on the team, excluding you of course? Your toes need some love too, Sweetie,” said Monica.

Chloe and Valerie looked at Allie, smiling and showing just the slightest bit of lusty appetite at the thought of diving into her beautiful muff.

“Hmmmm, that sounds like it could really be fun!” said Allie. “But, no fingers in my cunt, no dildos, no vibrators, and no going so deep and hard with your tongues that you break my cherry. That’s strictly for Daddy, understand?” she said.

They all agreed. All of them stripped out of their night shirts and Allie laid down on the air mattress, spreading her legs wide. She said, “This is the first time I’ve ever been licked, girls. So I might not last long before I start to cum. Is that ok?”

“That is definitely ok, honey! We’ll make sure to lick you really good. You’re getting your first tongue fucks tonight!” Monica said.

Monica positioned herself in front of Allie’s cunt and began to lick her labia lips very gently. She moved her tongue up and down both lips softly and with gentle ease, giving Allie time to adjust to this new sexual sensation of a girl’s tongue on her snatch.

Allie cooed and moaned, “Ooooohhhh! God that feels soooooo good!”

Meanwhile, Valerie and Chloe had each taken one of her feet and had started to suck and kiss her pink polished toes. They both sucked the same toe on each foot in unison, lovingly adoring it before moving to the next one.

“Ummmm, Daddy has done it like that a couple of times,” she told both of them. “Oh yeah, that’s great!”

Monica now thrust her tongue deep into Allie’s cunt, which had begun to ooze cunt juice from the constant sexual arousal of being adored by Monica’s soft gentle tongue caressing, along with Chloe and Valerie making love to her toes with their tongues. She had never felt this kind of bliss before. She began to squeeze her own tits and pinch her nipples a little bit firmly. Monica took her clit and began to suck it.

Electric waves of pleasure began to pulse through Allie’s entire body, sending her into the first orgasm of the night. She squirted a stream of pussy nectar all over Monica’s face. Monica didn’t break stride but kept licking and tongue fucking Allie’s now drenched fuck hole.

Chloe and Valerie had now finished loving each of Allie’s toes, and were kissing her calves and moving up her thighs and inner-legs. When they reached her cunt, Monica then moved down to Allie’s toes and began to suck each one, just like Chloe and Valerie had done.

The duo then both put their tongues on Allie’s soaking wet, pussy cum-drenched twat and started to lick her in tandem. Allie was now being driven wild with pleasure. Not just one, but two tongues flicking her clit, probing her pussy, and gently licking an lapping her smooth pussy walls, while Monica was sucking each pretty toe as if each one was a jolly rancher candy stick.

“God damn, she’s trying to suck the polish off my toes, she’s sucking them so hard,” Allie thought. “I’m going to have tell Daddy to suck them this hard the next time. God fuck! It’s so amazing! And their tongues! They’ve definitely eaten a good deal of pussy between them, for sure. No rookie tongue can lick that good!”

She felt another orgasm building fast. She started to pinch her nipples even harder, and spread her legs a bit wider to give Valerie and Chloe easier access to her canal with their pink silky tongues. Right on cue, both of them dove themselves deeper into Allie’s cunt. Monica was now on her final toe, Allie’s left big toe, and she was sucking and caressing it as if there were no tomorrow.

She put her tongue in between the gap of Allie’s big toe and second toe, and began to move it back and forth, in a simulated fucking motion. Allie exclaimed, “Ohhhh my god!!! Fuck my toe slit!! Fuck my cunt!! Ohhh my fucking god!!! Here it comes, girls!!”

Allie’s hips thrust high into the air, she grabbed Chloe’s and Valerie’s heads and drove them hard against her crotch, and held them their as she started to gush another stream of cunt honey all over both of them. They slurped and lapped as much of her love juice as they could, but there was so much of it that it was starting to run down their chins.

Allie finished her orgasm, and laid on the mattress exhausted. Monica moved up closer to Valerie and Chloe, and said, “Hey, both of you got something on your chin. Here, let me clean it for you.”

She then proceeded to lick Allie’s pussy cum from both of the girls’ chins and faces with her tongue. Not to be outdone, both of them began to kiss Monica’s lips, and soon all of them were involved in a three-way French kiss that lasted several minutes.

Then, all three of them moved over to Allie, and began to kiss her tits, and her neck, and her entire body, very gently, very softly, and with adoration only experienced by true lovers. Allie had never had anything like this happen to her before and she was in complete euphoria. The girls completed their loving adoration of Allie’s gorgeous body by kissing her deeply, probing their tongues into her mouth, one at a time.

“Fucking Damn! God that was amazing, girls! And you’re all sure that Daddy dick is even better than all of that?” she asked.

Chloe said, “Sweetie, there is absolutely nothing that compares to Daddy dick, I promise you. But soccer girl pussy is probably a close second!”

The other girls giggled and said, “Yes. Soccer girl pussy, well, hot soccer girl pussy is the next best thing. And you gotta admit, all four of us are fucking hotter than fuck!” said Valerie.

They put their nightshirts back on in case Monica’s parents walked in on them in the morning before they were awake and up. Not that Monica minded, since her dad was fucking the shit out of her anyway. She told the rest of them, “Hey, you don’t have to put those back on. Daddy’s seen what I’ve got like a million times already. He definitely won’t mind seeing my three fucking hot teammates in all their natural beauty and splendor. Who knows, he might even let me invite you guys over for a naked sleepover in a few weeks. So, take them off. And make sure you sleep in position that puts your pussies on full display for when he walks in tomorrow morning. Daddy will enjoy that.”

They stripped back naked, and made sure their feet faced the entrance from the garage into the living room so Monica’s dad would get an eyeful of gorgeous bald pussy in the morning, and they fell asleep.

*****

Morning After and Monica’s Parents

The next morning, all the girls awoke at about the same time, and Monica’s parents weren’t home yet. Monica said, “Hey, I’ve got an idea. Let’s give Daddy a show. No clothes till after my parents get here. We can eat naked, sit at the table, and if we hear the car pull in, everyone spread your legs a little wider showing off your cunts. We’ll enjoy it too!”

The girls agreed. They all sat down for breakfast, and sure enough, a few minutes in, the noise of the garage door opener humming indicated Monica’s parents were home.

“Hey, Daddy’s coming in. All three of you, get where Daddy can see your pussies. Spread them wide. Trust me, Mom won’t care,” Monica said.

The door opened, and in walked Monica’s parents. All three of Monica’s teammates were sitting with their legs spread as far wide open as they could get them. Monica turned around, with her back to the door, bent over, acting like she was picking up something on the floor she had dropped. She was, in reality, giving her dad a full view of her ass and pussy from behind.

She maintained that position, fumbling around with her hand like she was trying to grab something dropped, as her parents walked in. “Why, hello girls! Aren’t all of you such a gorgeous site!” her dad exclaimed.

They all smiled and said, “Hello, sir. Hello, ma’am. Thank you for letting us hang out last night and this morning.” And they all moved their legs a little, drawing his gaze to their open cunts. He was smiling and gazing upon his daughters’ teammates luscious pussies with a look of adoring lust.

He then saw Monica bent over, and took in her beautiful ass and cunt from behind. She then stood up, and said, “Daddy!! I didn’t hear you come in! Hey, Mom! You guys are the best.” She then kissed her mom, who said, “Hello, mija. Did you and the girls enjoy yourselves? Was there enough food for all of you? Happy birthday, Allie! You’re so pretty, mija!”

Monica then kissed her dad, but it was not the same kiss she gave her mom. It was deep and with tongues intertwined, and lasted for several minutes. Her mom just smiled and said, “Honey, our little mija does love you so much! Que’ Buena, mijita! Mucho amore’ su papa!”

Monica then said, “Daddy, can I have a real sleepover in a couple of weeks? Just me, the girls, and you? Mommy, is that ok?”

Her mom said, “Bueno, mijita. Of course. I need to go see your Abuelita anyway for a few days. So you and the girls make it for whenever your Daddy can do it. Honey, make sure the girls have a really nice sleepover party. They are so pretty and so nice!”

They went upstairs to unpack. Allie said, “Damn, that was too fucking easy, girl. After Daddy has his way with me a few times, I’ll have all of you over to my place as well.”

Monica told the girls, “In case you haven’t figured this out, I’m Daddy’s mijita. I have him around my little finger, not unlike you with your dad, Allie. Or you with your dad, Chloe. And Valerie, I know you are spoiled as well. Fuck, all of us are, or our daddies wouldn’t be fucking us like they do, right?”

All of them were in total agreement.

They finished breakfast, and decided they needed to get dressed and head home. Allie told all of them, “Girls, thanks again so much for such an awesome birthday party celebration! It was fucking amazing! I can’t wait for the sleepovers to begin!”

They all kissed each other, with tongues deep into each other’s mouths, and each of them caressing each girl’s smooth pussy ever so briefly to seal their bond together.

*****

Allie Arrives Home; We Plan Her Cherry Poppling Party

“Hey Daddy!! Hey Mom!! I’m home!” Allie hollered out as she came into the house. Lisa and I were still in bed, fully naked. She bounded up the stairs and came into our room. She ran to her mom’s side of the bed and gave her a sweet kiss, then ran to my side and kissed me. Her kiss with me was incredibly different, with her opening her mouth slightly, and putting her tongue into my mouth. After mine and my wife’s conversation last night, I anxiously followed her lead, returning the similar kiss.

Several minutes later, she said, “Wow! Daddy, you are a great kisser! Mom, how come you never told me Daddy kissed this great?”

Lisa looked at her, smiled, and said, “Well, honey. Good girls don’t kiss and tell. But yes, your daddy is an extremely good kisser, isn’t he? Baby, is your Princess a good kisser?”

“Honey, she is a great kisser. Like mother, like daughter!” I said.

Lisa smiled, gave a devious little grin and said, “In so many ways, honey. In so many ways.”

Allie then asked, “So, Daddy, I’m going to ask Mom something that we talked about. I’m not sure if she said anything to you yet or not, but since you kissed me the way you did, I think maybe she did.

“Mom, where are we on that?” she asked.

Lisa said, “Why don’t you ask your dad, yourself, Sweetheart. It’ll sound better, and hotter, coming from you.”

I was getting a hard on already, not only from having my gorgeous wife sitting in the bed with me, stark naked, but my beautiful little girl had just kissed me as if we were on a honeymoon, and the anticipation of what she was going to ask me only heightened the horny sensations flowing into my cock.

She sat down on bed, and playfully pulled the bedsheet away. Grinning sexily, she looked at my boner, and a gleam suddenly appeared in her eyes.

“I think I already know the answer, Daddy, and I haven’t even asked the question yet. But your hard dick is telling me what I want to know,” she said.

“Honey, you still have to ask him to make it official. Everything is about mutual consent, remember? No one does anything without both people being totally ok with all of it,” Lisa said.

My beautiful daughter sat close to me, and continued to gaze at my erect dick, and me getting harder and hornier by the second. I raised my hand and began to caress her soft beautiful cheeks, and her long pretty hair.

“Princess, Daddy loves you so much. You can ask me whatever you want. I haven’t told you ‘no’ to anything you have ever asked me. You are my baby girl and my beautiful Princess,” I told her.

She smiled big, and said, “Thank you, Daddy. That makes me feel so good, and makes it easier for me to ask you what I want to ask you, but it’s ok if you tell me ‘no’. It’s gotta be totally ok with you.”

“Go ahead, Princess, ask away, Sweetheart,” I told her.

She looked at my wife, who nodded with encouragement, and then said, “Daddy. I’m still a virgin. I’ve never been with a guy before at all. In fact, you’re the only guy I’ve ever kissed, even a little bit. Partly because soccer has been my complete focus, and it’s paid off because I might be getting a full ride to play at the local university across town.”

She continued, “But the other reason is mainly because I didn’t want to have sex with just any guy. I wanted it to be the right guy. I didn’t want to get hurt, or get dumped after a night of sexual fun, and just be some guy’s conquest. Most all of my friends have had the same view.”

I told her, “And we are very proud of you, Princess! You have been a solid role model for other girls, and you have stuck to your values.”

She then said, “Daddy, I’ve talked it over with Mom, so here it is. Daddy, I really want you to be the first one, the only one, to screw me. I want you to be the first one to make love to me, Daddy. I want you to be the only one to make love to me. Will you pop your Princess’ cherry, Daddy?”

And boom, there it was! My little girl had actually asked me to fuck her; to be her first cock even. God, I was starting to drip precum and oozing droplets at the head of my dick.

Allie then looked at my dick, and Lisa again nodded. She then began to caress my dick with her fingers, running her nails up and down my rock hard shaft.

“You like that, Daddy? Mommy said you like pretty polished nails stroking your cock. It feels so hard, Daddy! Can I stroke you for while?”

This was heaven in our house. My drop dead gorgeous daughter, who I have jacked off to far too many times to count, and have fantasized that I was fucking so many nights when Lisa and I were screwing, was asking me if she could jack me off.

“Oh, Princess! Stroke your Daddy’s dick for him, honey!” I told her.

“Do you want to fuck my pussy, Daddy? It’s all yours if you want it,” she said.

“Princess, I would absolutely love to fuck you, Sweetheart. Daddy wants his baby girl’s pretty cunt so bad,” I told her.

Lisa said, “Go ahead Sweetheart. Show Mommy what she taught you to do yesterday.”

Allie then lowered her beautiful lips onto my shaft and began to suck and bob up and down. She did this a few times, then popped up and said, “Like that, Mommy? Am I doing it like you do?”

“You are, Sweetheart. Now remember, when Daddy gets ready to shoot, make sure to swallow all of it. That’s the best part of sucking Daddy’s cock. His cum tastes so good. You’re going to love it!” Lisa said.

‘Holy fucking shit! My wife had taught Allie how to give a blowjob. And told her to swallow! Damn, this was even more than I had hoped for,’ I thought to myself.

I began to caress her hair, running my fingers through it, and lovingly stroking her cheek as she continued to suck my cock. I looked over at Lisa, who just smiled at me. She told me, “See, baby. Your Princess is one step closer to becoming ‘Your Princess’. And she’s all yours!”

As Allie continued to drop me deeper and deeper into her mouth, her slurping became more intense, and her bobbing up and down started to get faster. She started to apply a little bit more pressure to my cock with her tongue and lips, which felt amazing.

Then she took her hand and reached below my dick and began to stroke my balls, softly scratching them with her beautifully manicured nails, looking up at me with a gaze in her eyes that only a whore being paid to suck off a John should have. ‘God, my little girl was so hot and slutty!’

My cum began to bubble up with my balls with her stroking and light caressing of them, and she could feel them begin to tighten. As if on cue, Allie began to suck even faster and harder, causing my dick to feel even more pleasure.

“Make Daddy cum, Princess. Make your Daddy shoot his cum down your throat like a good daughter,” my wife said, encouraging our little girl’s fellatio act.

Then, without any further stimulation needed, I exploded.

“Uhhhgggnnnnhhhh! Unnnnggghh!! Ohhh god, Princess!! Ummmmmfffff!!” I continued to erupt rope after sticky rope down my little girl’s throat. She didn’t break her stride at all, steadily sucking and slurping every single drop of daddy splooge that flowed out of my cock into her beautiful mouth.

I held her head to my dick, pushing her face as close to my pelvis as I could, fucking her mouth with lustful abandon in the process. She put her hands on my outer thighs, and pushed herself deeper into my cock, deep throating me as my spunk flowed down her gullet. Not a drop leaked out of her mouth.

When she had milked me completely dry, she sat up, wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and gave me a huge, sexy smile.

“God, I’ve been dying to do that for so long, Daddy! The other girls on the team were right! Daddy dick does taste the best! I can’t wait for you to put it in my cunt!” she exclaimed excitedly.

I reached out, and gave her a giant hug, bringing her close to me. I held her tight, and kissed her forehead.

“Princess, Daddy is so proud of you! That was the best blowjob Daddy has ever had in his life!” I told her. I winked at Lisa, who grinned back at me.

“Honey, I’ve sucked your Daddy’s cock thousands of times, and if he says your blowjob was the best, well that’s a pretty high fucking standard, I promise you,” my wife told her.

Allie smiled proudly, and said, “So, Daddy, when are you going to fuck me, now that I’ve given you my first ever blow job. I love your cock Daddy! Mommy, you’re gonna have to share that cock from now on! Daddy, you now have two fucking hot girls to suck your dick! Isn’t that fucking great?” she asked.

Lisa chimed in, and said, “Allie. Your dad and I will set everything up to make sure your first fuck with Daddy is special, just like it’s supposed to be. We’re going to go down on Thursday instead of Friday for your soccer showcase. That way, you and Daddy can have a really special fuck session that night. And all the other stuff we talked about, whenever you are ready.”

Allie squealed with excitement. “Yay!! Daddy!! You’re gonna fuck me! I can’t wait! Thursday can’t get here soon enough! And I get to sleep with you too! It’s going to be so awesome! God, I’m so glad I’m finally 18 years old. Now we can have all the sex we want! I’m not off-limits to you Daddy!”

My god! I hadn’t seen Allie this excited about much since she made the roster for her high school *********** league team and drew her first cap in their first match. I’m not sure who was more excited about Thursday night’s upcoming fuck fest, her, or me.

Ping. Allie group texted Chloe, Monica, and Valerie. ‘OMG!! I just gave Daddy my first blow job! And I swallowed his cum, every drop! You were right! Daddy dick tastes amazing! And he’s gonna fuck me Thursday night!’

Ping. Chloe, ‘That’s awesome, Allie! You’re gonna love sucking your dad’s cock. And just wait till he sticks it up your cunt. OMFG! Make sure you hold him tight the entire time!’

Ping. Valerie, ‘Yeah, and wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him tight against you. It makes the his orgasm so much better when he shoots inside you!’

Ping. Valerie, ‘Amazing! So are you screwing Thursday night before leaving Friday morning?’

Ping. Allie, ‘No. Mom and Dad are getting us a Deluxe Suite for the weekend. We’re getting the one with the XL King bed. It also has a queen bed but we are all going to sleep in the XL King together each night. Daddy in the middle. The XL gives us plenty of room to fuck and do all kinds of kinky shit together. Mom said after Daddy fucks me, we would have a ‘family night’ together. I can’t wait!’

Ping. Chloe, ‘Ooohhh! Girl, family nights are the best, after Daddy date nights of course. Too bad you don’t have any brothers or uncles. My first family night was so fucking hot. Daddy fucked me, my older brother, who was like 28 or something at the time, fucked me for the first time, then my dad’s uncle fucked me, and my mom. My brother fucked my mom, they had been fucking since he was 18, then mom ate my pussy.’

Ping. Monica, ‘Definitely. Family night is so hot. Mom usually licks the cum out of my pussy after Daddy fucks me on Friday nights. Saturday nights are for just me and Daddy. But Daddy fucks us both on Fridays and we lick Daddy’s cum out of each other.’

Valerie chimed in, ‘My uncle still fucks me into oblivion when he visits. He comes into town about once a month. We get a hotel room at the local resort, and he and Daddy spit roast me. Then they spit roast mom too. You’re gonna love your mom licking your pussy almost as much as you loved us licking it, but not quite as much. She’s hot, but we’re all just 18-year old tongues and pussies. LOL!’

Allie texted all of them, ‘Thanks guys! You are all the best. So much fucking happening. I’m so excited to finally be getting fucked my Daddy. I’ll let you know how it goes when we meet up Friday for pre-game practice.’

With that, she went to take a morning shower. She was surprised that neither her mom nor her dad said anything about the obvious pussy odor that was emanating from her face, and her body after last night’s pussy fest. ‘Must be ok with me and my friends having a little girl fun,’ she thought with a smile.

She got into the shower, and after lathering up and cleaning off really well, she put the shower nozzle down on her pussy, set it to pulse, and let the water fuck her throbbing clit until she came, all the time moaning, “Oooh, Daddy! Ummm, Daddy! Your Princess loves you so much!”

Her orgasm caused her to almost buckle at the knees, and she grabbed the rail to keep her balance. She rinsed off the pussy juice that had streamed down her inner thighs, dried off, and got dressed to go about her day. Thursday couldn’t get here soon enough.

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My partner Blair had one of her girlfriends Giselle stay with her while I was away for a week on business. During that time she emailed me every day to update what she and Giselle had done that day.

By the end of the week she was emailing how they were both totally suntanned all over. It transpired they were developing a lesbian relationship when Blair told me by email, ‘I was determined to tease Giselle before I made love to her and fucked her lesbian style.

“I was both apprehensive and excited as I was about to achieve a personal sexual milestone, give another woman a climax for the first time in my life. I told her you would enjoy watching this and I asked her if she would like to suck your cock while I was licking her clit and her cunt lips.

“She told me, ‘yes please, I would love to.’

“She loved me talking dirty to her while I seduced her. Just like you talk dirty to me while you are fucking me. She loved me using the f word and the c word. Urging me to fuck my cunt. Fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt, you sexy bitch.”

“When she climaxed for me I felt a huge sense of relief in achieving such a personal milestone. I can now claim to be bisexual! And when she told me later I had given her three orgasms I felt very pleased with myself. I can’t wait to have you home tomorrow so I can show you my all over sun tan, and to tell you all about Giselle while you are fucking me.”

When I walked in the door Blair was stark naked for me apart from killer high heels. “Do you like my all over suntan baby? Good, come and fuck me then, I haven’t had a cock in me for a week.”

In the afterglow Blair described for me in great detail the lesbian sex she and Giselle had enjoyed and Giselle’s big ass and long, sexy nipples.

“She really is a pornographers delight, why don’t we invite her over next weekend? I could show you my new lesbian skills and you could have her, or she have you more likely. You would love her big tits, long nipples and big ass. And her commentary while having sex is to be believed, a real turn on. When I told her you were very well hung and thick, that really piqued her interest and she asked if she could have you.

“I would love to watch you fuck her, after she has me though, that would make it more exciting for all of us I think? I love the thought of you watching me having lesbian sex while you wait your turn to have the same woman. And she can ogle your big cock while I have her. And you can ogle her big ass and long nipples. Do you like that idea baby? Yes?”

When Giselle arrived she was carrying a small bag and dressed in a raincoat (even though there was no rain in sight), high heels and large gold loopy earrings. Blair and Giselle tongue kissed immediately as lesbian lovers would, then Giselle did the same to me.

“Hello baby, I heard lots of good things about you and I am looking forward to having you soon. Where can I hang my coat,” she asked with a big smile as she slowly undid the two buttons holding it closed.

“Like my suntan?” she teased as she slowly opened the coat to reveal her totally naked voluptuous body and all over suntan. Just as Blair had told me she had long and obviously aroused very sexy nipples on fabulous 36D tits. Her legs looked sensational in her heels and her trimmed mohawk over her cunt lips was very exciting for me.

As she handed me the coat, she turned and said, “Blair told me you are an ass man, how does mine stack up? Watch as I strut it for you, do you like that?”

By then I had a full on erection and could only mutter, “Your big ass is magnificent, absolutely magnificent. I want it, when can I have it?”

Blair had been watching without saying a word and I could see her drinking in and lusting over Giselle’s naked body. “Get naked for me Blair and your man can watch us in action,” Giselle said as she undid the zip at the back of her floor length caftan.

We both watched intently as Blair shrugged out it and let it drop to the floor, leaving her stark naked apart from her heels. “Love your suntanned, naked body baby,” Giselle and I smiled as one. I watched fascinated as they had their hands all over each other and licked and kissed passionately.

“I have been looking forward to this all week.”

“Me too.”

“Not sure who likes your big ass the most Giselle, my man or me. Magnificent,” she purred as she licked and kissed it.

“Like watching that baby? You can have it later, just watch and enjoy for now. I am going to lick her nipples next, then her cunt lips,” Blair told me as she laid Giselle on the bed and opened her legs.

“I want you to watch me bring Giselle to a climax, more than once, she is multi-orgasmic. Then you can watch Giselle fuck me with her tongue. The first time ever you have watched a woman fuck me. Then you can fuck her while I watch.”

Blair was absolutely correct when she told me Giselle’s non-stop commentary while having sex was a bonus, extra turn on. “I love you licking my nipples, and I love your man watching.

Blair was teasingly licking Giselle’s thighs with her tongue, her arms wrapped around them as she worked her way up to her cunt lips, and started licking them, “I want your man to lick my nipples while you are licking my cunt, please baby please, lick my nipples.

“So good, so fucking good, being pleasured by a sexy couple at the same time. Do you like watching your lady, licking my cunt while you suck my rock hard nipples?

“She is very good, look at the way she is teasing my clit with her tongue. Is she is trying very hard to show off for you? Kiss me and tease my nipples with your fingertips, Blair has a magic tongue, fucking magic.

“Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, I can’t hold out much longer. So close, so fucking close, fuck me harder,” Giselle groaned, breathing very heavily.

I watched fascinated as Blair did exactly the opposite and very teasingly blew softly on her cunt lips, then even more softly and teasingly licked them.

“I love you teasing my cunt like that while your man is watching, look at his magnificent cock waiting for me. So close, so fucking close, I’m cumming, I’m cumming for both of you,” Giselle screamed.

I was watching as they cuddled and kissed in the afterglow. “I can taste my cunt juice on your lips. Very exciting,” Giselle told Blair.

“Look at your mans erection, absolutely fucking magnificent. I want it but I want to fuck you with my tongue first. Are you looking forward to watching me have Blair?” she smiled at me.

“I hope so because I want to show you both how good I am at pleasuring another woman. How would you like me to pleasure your lady?

“Perhaps I could have her sit on my face and she could suck your cock while I pleasure her?”

Without waiting for an answer Giselle stood Blair against a wall, tongue kissing her, then licking her nipples and then slowly licking all the way down her body to her cunt lips.

“You are very exciting for me Blair, especially with your man watching. Open your legs for me, I want to pleasure your cunt lips for you and your man,” Giselle told her as she knelt in front of her with her hands on her ass.

Blair was bending her knees and pushing forward to accommodate Giselle’s tongue on her cunt lips, the look on her face told me she was very much enjoying Giselle’s attention.

“Come and kiss me baby,” Blair whispered to me.

I did, Blair had never ever kissed me like that before, first the tips of our tongues then mouths wide open with our tongues swirling. “So good, so fucking good, with two tongues in me,” she managed to groan.

“I love the way you are licking my clit Giselle, I love it, love it, don’t stop,” Blair purred as she bent her knees even more and thrust forward to heighten her sexual pleasure.

“I’m getting close, very close,” Blair whispered as she placed both hands behind Giselle’s head and forced her lips into her cunt, then harder.

I watched Giselle react by digging her fingernails into Blair’s ass cheeks “Harder, harder, I love it, love it.”

“I am going to fuck your man soon, very soon. Does that turn you on?”

“Yes it does, harder, harder, I love it, love it.”

“And I love you watching another woman fucking me with her tongue baby. I want to watch her fuck you next and very soon.”

“So close, now watch me cum, watch me, watch me,” Blair groaned very loudly as her body shuddered all over.

“Your pleasure is my pleasure,” Giselle smiled. “Now you can watch me pleasure your man, and him pleasure me.”

“You really do have a sensational ass Giselle,” I told Giselle as I licked and kissed it with one cheek in each hand while she stood with her hands over her head facing and touching the wall.

I was so pleased when I saw Blair start tongue kissing Giselle while I was licking and kissing her ass and teasing her rock hard, long nipples, an extra turn on for all three of us.

“I love watching my man pleasuring my lesbian lover, you are a magical, sexy woman Giselle. And just look at his magnificent erection, long and very thick,” Blair teased as Giselle took it in her hand.

”I am looking and feeling, and I want it now, right now. Fuck me from behind in this position with my hands on the wall while Blair tongue kisses me.”

I heard Giselle gasp as I slid my rock hard cock into her while I grasped her glorious ass cheeks with my hands.

“Wow, that is big, seriously big, and thick, I love a big cock fucking me,” she groaned.

“I have waited all day for that, so make it good for me, very, very good,” she told me as I built a rhythm and slapped into her ass cheeks.

My partner Blair was still tongue kissing her while I was fucking her and obviously enjoying it very much.

“Is he good? It looks and sounds fantastic. Is my man a good fuck?”
“Yes, yes, yes, the very best. I want to lick you to another orgasm while he is fucking me.”

Giselle positioned Blair on the back of the sofa with her legs apart and positions herself so I could fuck her from behind while she was licking her cunt.

“This is what I call sexual pleasure, a woman for me to pleasure while her man is fucking me from behind at the other end. Now, once more with feeling Blair, I love to please a woman with my tongue, especially with your man’s magnificent cock fucking me.”

Just as Giselle started licking Blair’s eager cunt lips I slid my very erect cock into her from behind with my hands grasping her glorious ass cheeks.

I could see a look of huge enjoyment on Blair’s face as Giselle cupped her ass cheeks and varied the pace of her licking. A huge turn on for me watching my partner being pleasured by the woman I was fucking as I increased the rhythm of my fucking, very long and deliberate strokes with the full length of my erection.

The noise as I slapped into Giselle’s ass cheeks was turning on three people while Blair was making strange mewing noises as Giselle had her close to a climax.

Blair held my gaze with a look of absolute sexual pleasure on her face.“Cum with me baby, I am so close baby, cum with me.”

We could both hear Giselle moaning as she continued licking Blair, turning us both on even more.

Blair and Giselle both started screaming at the same time as I groaned very loudly and experience a mind-blowing orgasm.

“When can we do that again?” Blair asked Giselle in the afterglow.

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We had almost forgotten we had kept a record dating back ten-years when we first discovered swinging, keeping written notes of our mutual promiscuity.

The first story dated back almost ten-years when we were in our mid-thirties. We always asked our sex partners if we could a have a tape recorder running to capture our exact words, so we could transcribe them later. Almost without exception our sex partners agreeing to our request and adding to the sexual conversation.

“That is absolute magic baby,” I purred as I laid on my back supported on my elbows with my head on four pillows on our king size bed. I love your tongue licking and teasing my nipples. You are very talented. And with my cock in your new girlfriend’s mouth at the same time while her man is watching really is something. Especially when he is waiting to have you. You are the star attraction.

“I can see his cock throbbing for you as he teases it. And he really is very well hung. He can’t keep his eyes off your gorgeous big ass. And I am watching it in the mirrors as well while two women are pleasuring me. You are magnificent baby. What would you like them to do to you while I watch?”

Alan and Jen were both in their late twenties and almost ten-years younger than us. They were a very sexually attractive couple. My partner Joanna and I met them at a cocktail party two weeks ago.

Joanna loves to flirt and ten minutes after meeting them she told them about our swinger activities. And she loved telling Alan that she expects to have a second man in her sex life once a month while I watch. Both of them told us that connecting with an older and more sexually experienced couple was on their agenda.

Then Jen told us they were both ‘a little bit bisexual and had very similar sexual preferences to us’. “We prefer outer sex only, oral sex onlyno intercourse,” so we agreed to meet soon.

“Alan loves me teasing him when I make him watch me pleasure another man. Especially when he knows he will get his turn with a new male or female while I watch. Often both.”

“Suck my man’s cock for us Alan, then you can have me,” Joanna told him.

“Are you looking forward to having someone almost old enough to be your mother? You should be able to taste your partner Jan, on his cock.”

His tongue is electric on my cock. “You realize I am seriously bisexual don’t you?” Alan asks as he licks both sides of my cock then kisses it all over. “Watch me Joanna, I want to pleasure your man. Then I want you.”

“Good, you are turning me right on, you are a very impressive performer. And I love Jen licking my cunt lips while I watch you suck my man’s cock. What are you going to do to me when it is your turn?”

“Worship your magnificent big ass, kiss and lick it, before I fuck you with my tongue.”

Three weeks later as promised my partner told me she had arranged a lady for our pleasure.

“Last week Noah was magnificent, a ten-inch sex machine, a very hard act to follow,” she told me as we showered together and teased each other to prepare for our new lady.

“Let’s see if our new lady today can match his prowess. She has told me many wonderful things about her libido and sexual abilities. She has even hinted that she is bisexual. Might be rather exciting.

“What shall we wear for her? I am going to wear my black crotch-less g-string under my short silk dressing gown. And when my cock is erect you can put my figure-eight cock ring on for me.”

“You always like to dress to impress, so impress both of us. Put our new lady’s sexuality to the test.

Our new lady arrives ten minutes late, which increased the sexual tension and anticipation between us. Sylvia was a tall blond Danish woman with what appeared to be a very good body under the loose fitting, almost shapeless long dress she was wearing. Her face was a little lined but she had a brilliant smile and very engaging persona as we made small talk.

“Remind me why I am here today Joanna,” Sylvia teased as she played the moment to perfection.

“I want to watch you sexually pleasure my man, I want to watch him fuck you and I want to sexually pleasure you as well, and receive sexual pleasure from you.”

“Good, I am bisexual in case you were wondering,” Sylvia offered.

“I feel overdressed in this long dress compared to you two in those very short silk dressing gowns. I wasn’t sure what to wear when Joanna invited me here. I have long fantasised about a threesome with you two. Your reputation precedes you. So I decided less is more. Undo the zip at the back of my dress for me.”

I did with great anticipation as Sylvia shrugged it off, letting it drop to the floor and step out of it. She was wearing a skimpy black garter belt to hold up her black stockings and nothing else apart from stiletto heels.

“You have a brilliant body, I never seen you naked before, I have been missing out,” Joanna enthused. “Just magnificent, love your big tits, flat stomach, good ass and your long legs and ham thighs in that outfit are just sensational. And your sexy, black pubic hair compared to your blond hairdo excites me.

“Before my man has you, I want to lick you all over,” she told her as they started passionately tongue kissing each other. “Sylvia you really are something. I love licking your long, hard nipples. My man has a roaring erection watching me lick you.

“Sit in the chair with your legs over my shoulders. I want to lick you to orgasm while you suck my man’s cock. Then I want you to watch while I fit his cock ring on for him. Then I want to watch him fuck you. Your cunt is very wet, do you like me licking it? I can stop if you want me to?

“He has a good size cock, doesn’t he, thicker than most. Do you like it in your mouth? Are you enjoying this baby? Having your cock sucked, while you watch me lick her very wet cunt, I love that black pubic hair on a blond. Cum on my tongue Sylvia, then I want to watch you fuck my man.” I watched as Sylvia started breathing very heavily, tensed, shuddered, climaxed and groaned very loudly.

Joanna sat me on a chair while Sylvia watched, fascinated as she fitted my cock ring on for me. “Now I want to watch you fuck him. Sit on his cock and he can hold your big ass cheeks in his hands.

I was watching fascinated in the wall mirrors as Joanna stood behind me and tongue kissed Sylvia and she reciprocated. They were kissing with just the tips of their tongues as I enjoyed holding Sylvia’s big ass cheeks in my hands as she slid and manipulated her cunt up and down my cock. “Is she good baby, do you like what we are doing?

Then to Sylvia, “Is he good baby, do you like me watching you fuck my man?’

“I do, he is very good. Long and thick, very thick. Watch and enjoy while I give him some tantric sex. Wrap your arms around me while I do the same to you, while we press our bodies against each other,” Sylvia told me. “That skin contact promotes greater feelings of intimacy, don’t you think? Move and breath slowly so we can work towards a gradual build-up of mutual sexual pleasure.

“Slowly, slowly so you can allow your sexual feelings and sensations to build up, and mine. The slower, the more intense our orgasms will be.” After around twenty minutes of Sylvia’s tantric pleasure, I am starting to breathe very heavily and so is she.

Her cunt was very wet and I had a rock hard erection begging for relief. “I can feel you are close to orgasm,” Sylvia whispered. “Slow your breathing down, relax your stomach. Take slow deep breaths into your stomach. Your orgasm will last longer and be more intense. So will mine.”

We were breathing in absolute sync with each other as Sylvia’s face contorted. Joanna was watching fascinated and somewhat agitated as Sylvia squirted, then squirted some more with all of my cock in her and I orgasmed at the same time.

“Fucking magic, absolute fucking magic” Sylvia smiled. “Next time you can watch while I give Joanna some tantric sex. Would you like that?”

“Yes, I would, very much,” Joanna smiled.

“Do you like that baby?” Joanna asked teasingly a few weeks later on a Tuesday. “Enjoy and make the most of it because I want you to abstain from sex until Saturday. One of my female customers has recommended Julian, a thirty-year old man who has the ability to please both of us. She showed me some pics of him naked. The pics were awesome. He was having his cock sucked by a male and a female at the same time. And what a cock. Then he had the other males cock in his mouth while the female sucked his cock. Do you like the thought of that?”

“Baby I do, I do,” I groaned as I orgasmed.

“Good, no more sex until Saturday for either of us. It will heighten our sexual pleasure.”

Saturday morning and Joanna walked into our lounge room stark naked, asking me to spray her with sun tan lotion. “Am I teasing you baby? Get naked and I will spray you as well. Wear your jock strap though, I don’t want the taste of sun tan on your cock. When Julian arrives this afternoon I will answer the door. I want to tease him a little before he has you, and before he has me. Do you like the idea of another man pleasuring you while I watch?”

“I do baby, very much. The exhibitionist in me likes the thought of flaunting my cock for another man and him being turned on by my cock.”

“Give me a few minutes with him before you make your entrance. I want you to make your entrance wearing just your suntan and your white crotch-less g-string. And with your very best erection and your ass hanging out of your g-string to please both of us. I will help get your cock erect just before he arrives. If you need extra help you can peep through door.”

By the time Julian arrived, Joanna had teased my cock to a roaring erection with her fingers, tongue and lips and it was hanging out of my crotch-less g-string, begging for relief. “That must be eight-inches baby, and very thick. Your erection is turning me on and I want you to turn on our new man with it as soon as he sees it. Promise me you will keep it up for a few minutes, then you can make your entrance to impress both of us.”

She was wearing a very short white silk dressing gown without a belt with stiletto heels that exposed her all over suntan when she moved “You must be Julian. We have heard a lot about you and we have been looking forward to today. My man will join us shortly. Do you like my suntan?”

Through the crack in the door I could see them sitting opposite each other. Joanna was very much in charge of the situation and she had her gown open with her legs apart as she teased her erect nipples.

“Your pics were very impressive. Get undressed for me and remind me of what you had on display in your pics.” Julian was naked in a flash and feasting his eyes on Joanna’s almost naked body. He was well built, very well hung and his cock was already very erect.

“Are you ready for us baby?” Joanna asked. “Come and meet Julian.” I very much enjoyed making an entrance for my almost naked partner and a completely naked and attractive bi-sexual man we had never met before.

“Wow, my man has a roaring erection for us Julian, you especially I think. Show us what you can do with it and how good you are? Then you can have me. You are an exciting man, and what a cock you have. I love it. I made him abstain from sex since Tuesday. As you can see he is very excited to see you. He is hanging out for a blow job, especially while I watch.”

“I am going to enjoy this,” Julian smiled, “I love performing for another woman.” He sat in a chair and motioned for me to stand in front of him.

“Take his g-string off and put his cock ring on for him,” Joanna instructed as she took my g-string from him and handed him my cock ring. Don’t forget to do up the clip under his balls.”

Joanna was watching very closely as Julian took my cock in his fingers, stroked it, kissing and licking the full length of it, gently squeezing my balls then took it between his lips.

“Love your cock ring, looks fantastic on your big thick cock,” he said. At the same time he had his hands on my ass and scratched his nails over my ass cheeks. “Your cock really is very thick and very hard. Is that especially for me? You are a real mouthful for me, just the type of cock I like.”

“Is he good baby? I love watching him sucking your cock.”

“He is very good baby, almost as good as you.” To be truthful he is better. A man who enjoys having his cock sucked understands all the nuances of giving head better than a woman. His strong lips, fingers and his tongue in combination are very exciting. Especially his tongue and what he is doing with it to my rock hard cock.

After a few minutes Joanna stood alongside me with her hands all over my chest and nipples as she tongue kissed me. Then she kneeled in front of Julian, taking his very erect cock in her fingers and started sucking him. Very exciting having your rock hard cock expertly sucked by a man while watching your partner sucking his roaring erection.

“Cum for us baby, then you can watch Julian fuck me.” I was very close to orgasm as Joanna urged again, “Cum for us baby, then you can watch Julian fuck me.” Julian expertly ran his thumb and forefinger along the length of my erection as he teased the tip of it with his lips and tongue. “Cum for us baby, don’t hold back, then you can watch Julian fuck me. Want me to squeeze your balls?” She did without waiting for an answer and I had a mind-blowing orgasm.

“Now I really am more than ready for a very good fuck. You are a very exciting man Julian, for both of us, that foreplay is going to take some beating. You have a very talented tongue Julian I noticed. I want you to lick my cunt to orgasm with it, before you fuck me. And I want you to get another erection and masturbate for Julian and I while you watch him fuck me baby.”

Julian’s cock was rock hard and the sight of it and the thought of what he was going to do with it to my partner while I watched had my cock semi-erect again already. Joanna sat in an armchair and opened her legs with one leg over an arm of the chair. Julian knelt in front of her with his huge erection and started licking Joanna’s cunt lips.

“So good Julian, you are very good. I am wet for you, very wet. Kiss me baby, tongue kiss me while Julian licks my cunt to orgasm.” By then I had a full erection again and Joanna was fondling it as two men pleasured her. “I love the way Julian is licking my cunt. Are you watching baby? Do you like watching another man licking my cunt? Is it exciting for you? It is very exciting for me. I want him to fuck me soon baby, very soon. And I want you to masturbate for Julian and I while you watch him fuck me. So good Julian, your tongue is magic, fucking magic,” Joanna told him, breathing very heavily. I am going to cum … Oh fuck, so good, so fucking good. You can fuck me now Julian.”

”Love your big ass Joanna, can I fuck it?” Julian smiled as he produced a jar of lubricant from the small bag he came with. We both watched fascinated as he smeared lubricant all over his roaring erection. The look of pleasure and anticipation on his face while watching Joanna’s ass as he stroked the lubricant on his cock was turning both of us on even more. ”Love your big ass Joanna, can I fuck it?” he asked again as he rubbed oil all over it. “Magnificent.”

“Are you comfortable with this baby?” I asked.

“Yes, very comfortable, I am to please and be pleased, I want it so much, very much. And I want you to watch and enjoy.”

Julian bends Joanna over a narrow table, parts her legs and grabs her oily arse cheeks in his hands, and repeats, ”I love your big oily ass Joanna, can I fuck it?”

“Yes, I want it so much, very much,” she repeated. “I am to please and be pleased. Stand in front of me and hold my hands,” Joanna told me as she leaned on her forearms as Julian slowly slid his roaring erection into Joanna’s ass.

“Oh baby, baby, that really is something special, very special,” Joanna whispered as she clenched my hands very tightly as he entered her. Ever so slowly Julian withdrew his cock, then slide the full length of his cock back into her ass and made a slapping noise as she took his full length. “Love that gorgeous ass Joanna, and fucking it while your man is watching is magic, my cock loves it.”

“That looks fantastic baby, your ass has never looked better,” I muttered as Julian worked up a rhythm, sliding and slapping his full length into my partner’s ass.

“Oh baby, baby, baby, that really is something, his cock in my ass is so fucking good, ” Joanna was almost screaming. “One of my fantasies baby, put your cock in my mouth for me, while his cock is fucking my ass.”

I was so turned on and ready for sexual relief while my lady sucked my cock while I watched her enjoying being fucked up her big ass. “I can’t hold out much longer baby.”

“Good, masturbate for Julian and I while he is fucking my ass.”

Julian was starting to breath very heavily I noticed and he was watching very closely as I masturbated. I was determined to last longer than him while I masturbated and watched him slamming his cock into my lady’s ass.

Joanna was almost screaming, “So good, so fucking good, I can’t hold out any longer, I am going to cum. Cum with me baby.”

Joanna and Julian both tensed, and orgasm very noisily simultaneously. In what must have been only ten seconds I followed, and orgasm for the second time in around an hour.

As he left Julian smiled at me, “The only thing I didn’t have today was your ass. Next time maybe?”

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Byron enjoyed his brother in law’s ass while his wife and mother-in-law were up to some sweet moves as well…

Byron and Omar started up the trail. It was blistering even at that hour in the evening but this was a daily ritual for the two to hike up the side of the mountain trying to best their previous time but always wondering off exploring beyond the bounds of what they’d planned.
Omar was in the lead as usual. Younger than his brother-in-law at nineteen Omar was five feet six inches tall and slim. He, like Byron, was very athletic and it showed. Muscles didn’t bulge under his skin but when he flexed you knew they were there.
Byron was close behind. Going up the steep incline he was face to face with Omar’s ass and in spite of being married and in fact being married to his sister he couldn’t stop his shaft from twitching in his shorts.
“Let’s go this way,” Omar called back.
Already they were going off trail.
Byron nodded, “Sure no problem.”
Each carried a backpack with water in it. In Byron’s he also had his camera and tripod and this was the reason he always trailed behind.
He fancied himself photographer and though an amateur was getting much better with his landscapes. Once they reached the peak they’d stay until past sunset and he would shoot away until the last light faded.
Omar stopped and took a sip of water. Hand on a tree the bottle to his head he took multiple swigs to quench his thirst.
Byron took the chance and did the same before they started off again.
The sound of nature around them and the smell of the outdoors encompassing them the silence only broken by their foot falls it wasn’t long before they reached their destination and thankfully so.
Both of them had chugged water all the way up to combat any chance of dehydration and now they both had to go.
Going off path had them on a portion of the mountain that was their own, for the time being. Byron set his pack down and found a tree. Omar did the same.
Byron did his business then went back to his pack.
Omar didn’t go far and from where Byron stooped to take his camera out he could clearly see his brother-in-law.
Wearing a pair of soccer shorts red with white stripes and a blue tee shirt Omar had chosen to pull his shorts down past his ass his legs spread.
Byron moistened his lips as he squinted watching him. Omar had a great ass it was a nice bubble of sweet brown flesh but his cock was even more impressive yet not as impressive as Byron.
Omar must have sensed him looking because he turned.
Their eyes met for a split second.
Byron turned away pulling his camera out.
Omar finished up not at all phased that Byron was watching him.
Byron set the camera on the tripod. Throwing the backpack back on his shoulder he walked the clearing in search of the spot. He found one.
Setting the camera and tripod down he used a fallen tree trunk as foreground interest and the hills and foliage below with the clear sky as the fill for the remainder of the scene. Focusing and checking it he took a few shots before finally settling into the exposure and aperture he wanted.
“Like what you see?” Omar asked plopping down nearby.
“Yea,” Byron said making sure the focus was set.
The sun still had an hour to go but after coming up the hill he could do with the break.
“We came up pretty quick,” Omar said. “I’m gonna be hurting tomorrow.”
“Maybe Maggie can give you a rub down.”
Omar laughed.
A rare breeze came by but did nothing to cool them luckily they found shade.
“Man her hands are way too small.”
Maggie was a petite thing. She was five foot even and weighed about one hundred pounds. Next to Byron who was five feet ten inches she was a dwarf but he liked them small. All of his girlfriends up until then were petite but unlike all his girlfriends Maggie was a firecracker all around with plenty of surprises especially in bed.
“Well dude if you that sore I’ll rub you down punk. You don’t see me complaining and what did you say yesterday…. I’m an old man.”
“Whatever. Last thing I want is you fondling me.” Omar shoved him playfully.
“So what are you getting your mother for her birthday?”
“Don’t know yet. What do you think? A gift card?”
Byron shook his head and said, “Really dude. Come on how about something nice, a dinner or something maybe take her shopping. Keep her company.”
“What with the big bucks you’re gonna to give me.”
“You carry my pack down and maybe.” Byron countered.
They joked and talked for the next hour as the light faded. Conversation drifted aimlessly as did with them but before long Byron was pleased with his shots and was packing up.
Once the sun was down light faded quickly.
“Wanna see who gets down first?” Omar asked.
Competition was always rampant between the two and no matter how dangerous it always managed to only spur them on.
Byron was the older one and was supposed to responsible but as Maggie often said, “You’re worse than he is.”
Headlamps on they secured the backpacks and Omar gave the signal and they were off.
Lithe and nimble what had taken them and hour took a little more than half the time as they picked their way back the way they came sliding and jumping as if they were deer fleeing mountain lions.
At the base back where they’d parked the duo were doubled over panting sweat pouring down as they had when they’d made it up.
Byron had won that race. “Mature and steady young buck.”
“Whatever.”

On the drive home Maggie called. She wanted him to pick up some food on the way. She and her mother had been out all day and she didn’t have time to prepare anything.
“Sure hon,” he said. “Love you. Later.”
He stopped at KFC and got a family meal. The smell sent both their stomach growling loudly in the car.
“Wait until we get to the house,” Byron said.
“Fine.”
The drive was quick. There was little traffic on the road.
Pulling into the drive they unpacked and brought the food in.
“You two stink,” his mother-in-law said when they came in the kitchen. She and Maggie were sitting at the island sipping wine.
“You two started early,” Bryon said.
“Go wash up,” Maggie said, “both of you.”
“Join me,” Byron teased.
“Jeez,” Omar said and headed upstairs to his room. He stayed over sometimes when his mother was out of town and had clothes there.
“Jeez is right,” his mother-in-law said to Byron’s remark, “You’d think you don’t get enough.”
“You’ve been telling tales again.” He said to Maggie.
“I wish. It’ll give an old lady some pleasure to hear someone is getting some but your wife always has that glow. I know. Trust me.”
“Mom.” Maggie protested.
“We’re adults.” Her mother countered.
“I’m going to shower. Be right back. Don’t finish all that up.”
Byron had a quick shower emerging from his bedroom just as Omar emerged from his.
“You took your time,” Byron said catching up with him on the landing.
“I had to wash some images of you and my sister from my mind.” He joked.
“Ah please.”

The family of four enjoyed the meal offered by The Colonel and relaxed in front of the television for a couple of sitcoms before Maggie’s mom declared it was time to go.
Since she was a little tipsy Omar would drive.
At the front door Maggie promised to pick her the next day.
They waved good-bye. As the car pulled out Byron asked, “You’re shopping again?”
“We’re going to get her a dildo or vibrator or both.”
Byron was caught off guard. He always was with his wife.
“You’re going shopping for sex toys with her?”
“Why not.”
He shrugged setting the alarm while she turned off the lights. She was right. Why not?
“Maybe you should get something too.”
“A strap on so I can peg your ass.” She said.
“Depends if you get me in the right mood,” he joked as she led him up the stairs.
“Well I’ll surprise you but for tonight I think I prefer a dildo that is hot and moist.” She reached back and grabbed his crotch.
“Uhhhhahhhhh!”
She let go.
He knew she was smiling even though he couldn’t see her face. He watched her silhouette her hips moving with much more exaggeration than normal as she headed into their room.
For a second he couldn’t shake the image of her mother with a dildo.
Janice, his mother-in-law was only fifty-one and for fifty-one she wasn’t a bad looking woman. Brown skin like her son where as Maggie had lighter skin almost Caucasian she was Maggie’s height but with a little more weight.
He shook his head. Maggie was quick. In the room she was on the bed naked waiting for him.
“You don’t mess around.” He said.
“We’re married now. Time to get to the action besides I’m horny as fuck talking about dildos and vibrators.”
Byron peeled off his shirt and dropped his shorts and underwear. Crawling into bed he was on her kissing her squeezing her C cup. It didn’t take long for his manhood to rise.
Her lips were wet and hot and her breasts soft and supple. He kissed her neck suckling the flesh his mouth moving to her chest and to her nipples giving each the attention they deserved while he squeezed the sweet delightful mounds.
Maggie moaned with delight squirming under him. She grabbed his shaft and caressed him stroking him slowly. He got harder in her hand as she did so. She moved to his balls squeezing and rubbing them alternatively delighted each time he pushed down against her.
Bryon broke free of her grip moving lower to his favorite spot.
Maggie’s snatch was smooth as a baby’s bottom if ever a comparison should be made. He kissed it and then slid his tongue down her slit flicking it against her clit before probing her hole.
She pushed up against him moaning.
He spread her legs and pulled her closer peeling back the cherry red lips glistening with her internal lube.
Delving in savoring the sweet flavor he sucked her clit and licked her cunt until he had his fill. He was hard against the bed and rubbed against it slowly.
One finger then two and he was in her stroking her rubbing quickly and firmly against her G Spot.
She moaned louder her hands in his hair pressing his face deeper into her sweet slit.
She came unable to contain herself her back arched the orgasm sending tremors through her body that they both felt.
Byron crawled back up to kiss her so she could taste her own sweet juices.
She took his cock when it was within arms length and guided it into her.
Her warm body enveloped him.
She sighed as he went in.
Nine inches of manhood filled her petite body. He was the epitome of a black man though she’d known others who claimed to be black studs and didn’t have the goods. The stereotype wasn’t always true but she got lucky.
Byron moved slowly. He knew the drill. She needed to be brought to the climax slowly a second time around and slow is what he did.
Hands on either side of her he pushed down to meet her as she came up.
Maggie spread her legs wider.
Byron took the hint and slipped his hands behind her knees and pushed them back towards her head.
She winced when he thrust into her his pace quickening. He was delighted at the scene before him a wet pussy yielding to his massive cock.
Maggie whimpered her eyes closed and her lips pursed. Her hands spread she gripped the sheets.
Byron didn’t hold back. He could have gone longer but he’d been horny ever since Omar and now this.
Hot cum shot into her but he didn’t stop. He kept stroking until his cock was empty and continued on until the sensations overwhelmed him.
Dropping her legs he plopped down on her and kissed her.
She was breathing hard as was he a layer of light sweat on them both.
Wrapping her hands around him she pulled him tight keeping him inside her, as he grew soft.
Byron closed his eyes. It wasn’t the first time he’d have desires of Omar and it probably wouldn’t be the last but usually after a sweet climax as just had the urges to experiment faded. They didn’t. His cock softened but as he lay in his wife he wondered what it would be like.

Byron was right. When he went to pick up Omar later the next day, they were all going out to a movie that night, the boy was sore.
“Man it hurts all over,” Omar complained.
“Did you take a hot shower? Usually that helps.” Byron said plopping down in a stray chair that didn’t seem to belong.
Omar was at his mother’s house in his room. They were to head over to Byron’s house where Maggie and Janice would be after shopping.
“Tried that.”
“Maybe you just need a good rubbing.” Byron still hadn’t gotten the idea out of his mind. All day at work he thought about Omar.
Omar said nothing.
Byron took the initiative. “Where does it hurt man,” he said.
“My calves and hamstrings.”
“On your stomach.” Byron ordered and found some baby oil. He had a good idea what Omar used that for.
“What’re you going to do?” Omar was on his stomach his head turned so he could se Byron.
“Give you a gay rub. Shut up and try to relax.” What Byron said wasn’t far from the truth.
He pushed Omar’s shorts up and dripped oil on both his legs. Maggie had done this for him before and it worked wonders but it often ended up with both of them oiled and fucking like rabbits.
Moving slowly at first he started with his calves working both at the same time then the right and then the left running hands over his smooth flesh.
Omar closed his eyes and relaxed.
Byron watched his body fall limp.
He dripped more oil on him and continued to work his calves, up and down pushing into the flesh to force the stiffness out.
Moving up to his thighs Bryon worked one at a time trying to spend equal time on each.
He was hard, rock hard and Omar’s glistening flesh made it worse. He closed eyes as he worked moistening his dry lips with his tongue. He chanced it pushing his hands higher grasping both cheeks through the shorts.
Byron’s heart raced his breathing fast driven by sexual excitement.
Omar’s moment was broken and he moved.
Byron opened his eyes.
Omar didn’t but his mouth opened slightly as he pushed his ass up to Byron.
Byron took the invitation quickly before it was withdrawn and slid his hands under and up the legs of his shorts and underwear. He grasped his ass the meat firm. He caressed the flesh as he did the other muscles lower not venturing beyond his ass to the ass crack he so desperately wanted to finger.
Omar pulled his hands away and rolled over.
Was it over? Bryon asked himself kicking himself for not thrusting a thumb in his virgin ass.
Omar sat up on the bed. “I’ve never done this before okay.” He said and reached for Byron’s pants.
He unbuckled him and let the trousers fall to the floor. Pulling the hard cock from the boxers he caressed it tentatively before leaning forward and tasting the tip.
A shudder passed through Byron when Omar’s tongue touched him and he wanted more.
Omar moved again tasting his cock then taking into his mouth sucking it as he caressed it.
Byron moved closer.
Omar took him deeper.
Byron could see his mouth was stretched taking in his massive shaft. Byron put his head back. He had his hands on his hips pushing forward slightly as his cocked was slowly sucked.
Omar didn’t know it but each time he pulled back Byron was on the brink. If he did know it he was good. In the end Byron decided to take it a different route.
Stepping out of his pants he kneeled before Omar pre-cum dripping from his tip.
He pulled Omar’s shorts and underwear down to his ankles and sat him on the bed. He took Omar in his mouth. He’d never sucked another man’s cock before but in the heat of the moment especially when he was away on from home and horny as hell watching all manner of porn clips he was game for anything until he shot his load. Would he regret this after he shot his load?
He sucked slowly as did Omar toying with his balls and rubbing the base of his cock to match the stroke of his suck.
The pre-cum was salty but he wanted more. He’d never even tasted his own spunk. That wasn’t true he’d tasted it when he kissed Maggie after a blowjob. She’d left some in her mouth once before she swallowed. He didn’t like it and changed his diet since but since had never tasted it again. Maybe that was a good thing, she didn’t want to share anymore.
Omar pushed up. Byron could hear his breathing fast and erratic and the reason was clear when the creamy fluid filled his mouth.
It was all he could do but to swallow it loosing some of it down the corner of his mouth.
Omar thrust into his mouth as another shot of cum went down the back of his throat.
He relaxed and Byron pulled away wiping cum from his face with the back of his hand.
“Should I finish you?” Omar asked reaching for Byron.
“Let me cum on your ass.”
Without a word Omar turned and slipping a pillow under him. He was on the edge of the bed his feet on the ground.
Byron caressed his still glistening ass and rubbed his cock with baby oil.
This was no lube especially for a virgin ass but he would give it a go. Tugging his dick he rubbed pre-cum on Omar’s butt. It was a delicious sight. He slid his head up and down his crack trailing wetness as he did.
Omar reached back and spread his ass revealing the chocolate puckered hole Byron wanted to violate.
Byron put his tip on it and teased it. He felt it tighten. This wasn’t an invitation but he pushed against it. It tightened further yet he pushed again.
“It’s too big!” Omar said though he didn’t move away.
Byron backed off on the pressure rubbing his dick while his tip was still on the hole.
Omar relaxed and Byron pushed.
He tightened instinctively and Byron waited until he relaxed again and pushed.
His head flared and broke through the tight muscle.
Omar moaned out loud. He was digging his fingers in his ass.
Byron barely had his head in and wanted it so but held back barely poking his ass as he stroked his cock.
Omar relaxed once more and he was in. There was no way he’d get his cock in the rest of the way. In fact Omar was reaching back towards his cock to try to get it out yet again he wasn’t trying to pull away.
With shallow thrusts barely moving the stimulation much more than he’d imagined Bryon came in him pulling out immediately much to Omar’s relief.
Cum oozed from Omar’s ass and onto the carpet. He turned to Byron. “Next time it’s your turn.”
Byron smiled he was game.
The two cleaned up. They took showers in the same bathroom but not together. Byron thought he’d feel dirty and ashamed but as they dressed he didn’t and Omar seemed okay with what they’d done.
One the drive to the house he said to Byron, “You know I’m not gay right.”
Byron said, “Neither am I.”
“So what do you call that?” Omar asked.
Byron shrugged. He didn’t know.

On the way to the house they drove with the windows down Bryon called Maggie but her phone went straight to voice mail. It was something she hated when she called and here she wasn’t answering.
“Looks like they’re still out,” Byron said hanging up.
Music was on the radio and they were already planning a hike for the next day. It was almost as if nothing had happened between them but it had.
Pulling up in front of the house Byron saw both Maggie’s car and Janice’s car. He frowned as the two of them got out.
“Guess they are here,” Byron said.
Inside Byron was about to call out when he heard a curious sound from upstairs. It was a whimper.
Both Omar and Byron looked at each other quizzical expressions on their faces. They started up the stairs slowly.
The sounds were coming from Byron’s room. It was a mixture of whimpering and squishy sounds.
The door was open.
Both Omar and Byron looked in and were shocked.
On the bed lay both Maggie and Janice in a sweet sixty-nine both with a dildo in hand working each other’s pussy.
Omar turned away.
Byron’s eyes were glued to the sight his cock twitching in his pants.
Janice’s body was hot for a fifty year old though a little cellulite here and there to be expected with age.
Maggie was on top moving viciously with the dildo in her mother’s cunt as if trying to pay her back for something bad she’d done.
Janice had stopped fucking Maggie with hers. She was instead trembling beneath her as her body rose with delight at the brewing climax. She let out a cry her body tensing then relaxing but still breathing hard and face from the workout.
Maggie slowly her pace pulled the dildo out and sucked before sliding the glistening piece of plastic back in cleaned of the sweet cum juices of her mother.
Janice would not be outdone.
Omar turned when his mother came. Like Byron he was hard. What’d they’d done was questionable but this was taboo too and they were now both aroused by it. What did that make them?
Omar’s mouth was dry. His mother was fucking his sister with a dildo. She was moving slowly in and out deeper and deeper.
From the door the two had a perfect view. Both women were visible but they couldn’t see their faces. Their bodies glistened with sweat. They’d been going at it a while.
Byron’s mind drifted to how it could have started. Wine maybe and then Maggie unwrapping the toys and before long instead of just turning them on they were probing each other with the phalluses eager to fulfill a building urge to cum.
Who knew? He suddenly wished he’d been home sooner.
Knowing the signs when Maggie was cumming Byron knew she was about to climax..
Her mother was good. She knew her secret but then again if they were doing this together what other things did they do together. Did Maggie tell her about their escapades in bed? Was that how she was able to get her to a climax with such ease.
Maggie was loud not holding back expecting to be alone. Her eyes fell on the two at the door but the orgasm was cumming and she couldn’t stop it. She wouldn’t stop it. She shivered with delight on top of her mother cum dripping down into her face.
Both Byron and Omar fled downstairs to the living room sitting in silence.
The two stayed upstairs for quiet some time and then the two downstairs heard the showers and then they were upstairs even longer only emerging an hour later.
“You two ready for the movies?” Janice asked.
“Avengers I hear it’s great.” Maggie added.
Byron and Omar looked at each other.
“Sure,” Omar said.
“Who’s car are we taking?” Maggie asked.
Byron drove the bigger vehicle so he said, “We’ll drive mine.”
“Let’s go before it gets too late,” Janice said.
At the door Byron stopped. He turned to say something about the elephant in the room. Maggie squeezed his arm and whispered in his ear, “Leave it be and next time we’ll let you in,” she whispered in his ear.
A chill passed through Byron and he turned and they headed out.
This was new territory for him. Not only had he just fucked her brother but also it seemed they’d be a chance to fuck her mother and her and the same time.
It blew his mind as images danced before his mind of the four of them in an incestuous orgy of massive proportions before long and truth be told he was all for it and had the distinct feeling he was not alone.

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