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GT the PT was feeling very optimistic!

It was a year since Tracey was last in the mood for being used as a sex doll – the time in between had seen her very depressed and very confused as to what she was and what she really wanted. Now she knew.

She wanted to be used as a sex doll!!

OK – where to from here?? Simple – go to the local bar dressed to kill, she thought. Someone will be interested.

Little did she know just HOW interested they would be!

Bobby Bright was now the local gang boss. No-one did anything in tbhis area without his OK.

When Tracey shimmied into the very bar where Bobby had stopped for a drink that Tuesday night, dressed in a black leather mini-skirt, braless halter top, Bobby nearly swallowed his ample tongue.

“Who the fuck is that?” he enquired of his lieutenant, Browny, the guy who knew every girl in the area.

“Err. I’ll go find out, Boss,” he said embarrassed.

He grabbed Tracey by the arm and dragged her over to BB’s private booth.

“Let go of me, you black cunt,” said Tracey, suddenly realising that she was surrounded by black people.

“Well,” said BB, “what have we got here – a white bitch with attitude! Strip her!!” he commanded.

Several sets of hands had her naked in less than 10 seconds, standing in front of BB.

“Nice tits. Nice shaved cunt. Turn her around.” He commanded.

She was turned back to him and forced to bend over.

“Nice arsehole,” said BB, “Sit her on my cock.”

“Get fucked you black fuckbrain,” said Tracey defiantly.

“Such racial prejudice,” replied BB, “We must be all together sister as one,” he said smirking.

BB pulled out his 12” night fighter and stroked it to make it hard. Tracey was grabbed by the arms, lifted in the air, and slowly lowered above his impressive prick.

“Make her wet hunny,” he told a girl next to him,”I don’t like dry pussy.”

Mart-Lou obliged – it was easy as the two guys had her legs well apart, held up in the air. She moved into position, grabbed Tracey’s inner thighs, and pushed her tongue into the open slit. It was not long before the slut in Tracey had her wet, juicing Mary-Lou’s lips with her cum. Mary-Lou couldn’t resist and rammed 2 fingers into Tracey’s arse, making her gasp and cum again.

“She likes it all, Boss,” exclaimed Mary-Lou.

“Bring her to me,” commanded BB.

The 2 guys who acted as cranes, lifted Tracey high above BB, holding her legs wide apart.

“Ready Boss?” asked one of them.

BB reached up to grab Tracey’s waist, then slowly forced her down onto his massive, rock hard prick. The head entered her pussy spreading her lips.

Tracey knew that she’d never had anything this big fuck her before, and she panicked and struggled to be free.

“Wriggle my little one,” encouraged BB, “ but it will do you no good. You are MINE!”

With that, he gripped her waist tight and rammed her onto his waiting prick.

She screamed and wriggled, but to no avail – he cock was inside her up to his balls, all 12 inches.

She struggled for breath; he squeezed her nipples as hard as he could; she screamed again; he slapped her hard across the face; she fell forward onto his chest; he smacked her arse cheeks as hard as he could.

Both were actually enjoying the experience!

“You cunt!” she said. “I CAN!” he retorted.

“You, slut, are my slave from now on. I can do whatever I want with you. Fuck you, kill you, sell you – whatever I choose. In fact, to prove my power over you, I will now allow six of my men, and four of my whores, to do whatever they want to you. THEN you will surrender to my every wish.”

“Please no,” she pleaded, “ Make me your special woman and I will make you so happy.”

“Take her,” he instructed to his lieutenant.

She was dragged away screaming and pleading.

The room she was taken to was huge and had rugs and mattresses, sofas and benches everywhere.

She was spreadeagled across a bench by 4 women. They hungrily made her naked and while 2 sucked her nipples, one sucked her pussy, whilst the fourth inserted 2 fingers into her anus, making her first scream, then cum loudly.

They took turns at sucking, fingering, licking and fisting her orifices and brutally squeezing her nipples. They made her scream with pain, with pleasure, made her cum, made her plead, especially when one fisted her cunt whilst another fisted her anus at the same time! This made her cum for many minutes and she squirted her cum everywhere, much to her own surprise, given the pain inflicted on her.

“She’s ready, Boss,” said the main female to BB.

“Good. Good.” Was all he said.

After a few thoughtful minutes, he said, “I don’t want you any more. You’re too easy. You’re a sexual animal, bitch. I have animals you will relate to.” With that he motioned to one of his men, who grabbed her and laid her across what looked like a padded bench. Her arse was stuck up in the air, with her pussy fully exposed and her anus winking for all to see.

“No fucking way, you motherfucker, “ she screamed.

Tracey knew she was helpless and her future looked grim. “Please Boss.” She pleaded. “I can be special for you.”

“Oh you’ll earn me enough to be a special slut,” he snickered.

She heard many excited voices; saw many faces moving around the room; heard some growls. Oh No! A VERY large German Shepherd dog was paraded around the room to the delight of the now 40 odd crowd of people.

Bruno was lead to her rear end. He soon sensed her pussy and began to lick in between her cheeks and into her arse. She whimpered, as his long, rough tongue entered her soft pussy lips, touching her clitty, making her cum immediately. The crowd sensed the action, as did Bruno, who mounted her back, his now uncased 9” hard dick luching forward towards its target. It touched her pussy lips, making her shriek, but not as much as when he missed and found her anal passage! To Bruno, it was all the same.

So he thrust forward, entering her anus with a ‘plop’, the thrusting in and out like a steam train, for several minutes, making Tracey scream, groan, moan and cum several times. She suddenly didn’t care – it felt fantastic!

That was until he shot his load, then forced his huge knot inside her, at which she passed out!

She came to with a male cock fucking her arse. “Suck this,” said another, pushing his hard dick into her mouth. Tracey was only just conscious realising she was NOT in control of her destiny any longer.

She was being used as a cheap whore – a situation she had fantasised that she would enjoy, but the reality was horribly different!

The guys both cum at the same time and were replaced by 2 more hungry sex driven men.

She was used and abused for four days, by at least twenty men and seven lesbian women, when she was dragged before BB, the “Boss”.

“You have been taught a lesson,” he said. “Your husband paid me ten thousand dollars for this service, because he knew that you were sex hungry. If you EVER are unfaithful to him, you belong to ME and I will whore you to the dirtiest, AIDS infected scumbags on this earth. Do you understand?” he asked her.

She said nothing and was slapped by BB’s lieutenant hard across the face.

“Yes!” she screamed, falling to the floor.

Some clothes were thrown on the floor in front of her; she was told to get dressed.

“Now fuck off – and fuck only your husband!” commanded the now echo of a voice.

She was pushed out of a door onto a side alley, actually feeling that she had escaped a worse fate.

“Hi Baby,” said a familiar voice. “ Ready to come home and be a good girl?”

… how good? Only time will tell! ….

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I have many more chapters to come–each increasing in dirtiness, variety, and taboo.

Sissy the Redhead: The Making of a Slut
Part I

She was out mowing the lawn again. That little red head across the street. She was probably thirteen or so. Maybe fourteen, and she had long thick curls of deep red hair. The kind that looks dyed, but isn’t.

Her titties were just coming in, but they were coming fast. She must be pushing a B cup by now, only she wasn’t wearing a bra that day, just a tight little baby tee that said “Candy” on it that showed off her tight, flat waist. The shorts she had on didn’t hurt in the showing off department, either. They were jean shorts that were cut off no further than the crotch, and so tight they must have been left overs from when she was ten.

I sat on my screened in front porch sipping my sun tea, letting my fingers trail across my shirt, over my tits, feeling my nipples harden to tight little pebbles as I watched her. She was so tiny she had a hard time pushing that lawnmower, which made her sweat a great deal. Her shorts would ride up into the crack of her ass and she’d have to pause to pull them out. Each time she did that, my breath caught in my throat.

Whenever she’d pass the stoop leading up to her front door, she’d stop for a drink out of her water bottle, rest with one hand on a thrust out little hip, and pull at a few long, red strands of hair that had stuck to her pretty face, all the time her breasts heaving from the labor.

I thought about what it might be like to peel those sweaty shorts off and slide them down her skinny legs. How her innocent little pussy would smell as I pulled apart the lips and licked her from her tight ass up to her hardening clit. I pictured my hands running over those pert tits and squeezing her nipples, making her moan and writhe under my experienced, womanly touch. Giving her her first real orgasm.

Before I knew it, my tea was forgotten and I had my hand shoved down the front of my shorts, three fingers jammed up into my cunt and a thumb on my clit. I was already close to cumming and was stunned at how fast these thoughts about a young girl were getting me there.

Then I began to imagine that my husband, Jim, was watching us. Watching me thrust my tongue into her small hole, hearing her girlish squeals increase until she would go stiff, and her fresh cum would pour out of her tight, young pussy and fill my mouth. When I pictured him seeing that, and shooting thick ropes of hot cum all over both of us, I went over the edge and exploded into my shorts. By the time the shuddering let off, and I pulled my sopping hand away, the chair I was sitting in had a big wet circle soaked into it and the redheaded girl had finished the lawn.

That night, after solitary dinner as my husband was away on business, I decided to take a hot bath and treat my pussy to a clean shave. As I relaxed in the soapy water, I wondered about the redhead girl and what her bush must be like at her tender age. I imagined it was lightly covered in a soft, downy fuzz, the same color as her hair. I finished shaving myself smooth, then brought myself off three times thinking about how that hair would feel on my lips. By the I toweled off and went to bed, I had made up my mind to talk to that girl the next day. No matter how irrational it was, no matter how wrong, I devised my plan, and would carry it out.

The next morning, I hussied myself up in a very short denim skirt, the kind that would show my baby-smooth pussy and pretty little asshole if I bent over at the waist. I put on a hot pair of elevated fuck-me sandals and tight white tank top, braless of course. I looked myself over in the mirror. Hot! I’m only 31 years old, and look better than anyone I went to high school with. My husband says I have a “Preying Mantis” body. Long legs, a long, skinny stomach that climbs up forever before reaching a pair of high, tight small C sized tits. They are perfectly balanced with the rest of my body, and the little nipples sit high on the boobs, pointing slightly up with all the perkiness of a 20 year old college girl. My arms are as long, and slim as my legs, toped with the smooth, rounded shoulders models have. Add my dirty blond hair and big green eyes to the package, and it’s no wonder I’ve been offered money in the thousands by men who wanted me.

Satisfied I would make even the straightest young girl consider what I was after, I walked across the street to put my plan in motion. I was hoping her parents were at work when I knocked, and I wasn’t disappointed. even better, she must have just gotten out of the shower, because when she answered the door, she had nothing on but a towel. Not a full bath towel, but something about the size of a hand towel. Granted, she was small enough that it covered all the important parts, but god, I got wet just thinking about how easily it could slip off.

“Hi, um, I live across the street?” I was more nervous than I thought I was.

“Uh huh.” She was looking me over, her eyes lingering on my tits, which I knew without looking were sporting hard little nipples. That, I figured, was a good sign.

“Well, I saw you mowing your lawn yesterday and I was wondering if you’d like to make some money. You, know, mowing mine?” There, that was easy.

She finally pulled her eyes off my chest and looked me in the eyes. She had a gorgeous face. Big blue eyes, a light dusting of freckles, just enough to accentuate her youth. And while my features were what you’d call delicate, she had those high, strong cheek bones Irish girls always have, but they were still mostly concealed under an innocent layer of baby roundness. God, she was delicious.

“How much,” she said. Smart girl, I thought.

“How’s $50. sound?” Her eyes lit up. I knew that would at least get her over in my territory. It would be much easier to seduce her on my own turf.

“Sure, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

She was there in ten, wearing a different pair of cut-offs, these even shorter than the last, and a different baby tee, also tighter than yesterday’s. This one said, “Try Me” over her tits.

“Hi,” I said when she pushed her lawn mower to a stop in front of my screen door. “So, what’s your name?”

“Sissy.”

“Nice to meet you Sissy, I’m Charlotte.”

“Hi,” she said. Up on my porch like that, I stood about a foot and a half higher than if we were on equal ground, which gave her an excellent view of my legs where my skirt ran out. In fact, if my skirt were to ride up, just a little, I’d bet she’d have a good look at my moist lips…

“Just come onto the porch when you finish, Hun,” I said. It took her a second to look away from my legs. “I’ll fix up some iced tea and we’ll square up, okay?”

“Okay.”

I sat back in my chair and watched bend over to pull the cord on her mower. I was in luck, because it took her a few tries to get it started, and from my angle, I could tell she wasn’t wearing any panties under those shorts. With each yank, they would ride further and further up into her crotch until I could clearly see her puffy lips peeking around the edges. I already couldn’t wait until she was finished.

After about an hour of me leering at her sweet little body heaving at the mower and soaking her tee shirt completely through, turning it almost see through and showing off her hard breasts and nipples, she shut off the mower, and came in.

“Well, you look tired,” I said. “Why don’t you sit down and I’ll get you a drink.”

“Thanks,” she said, and plopped down in a chair.

I went into the kitchen and came back out with the iced tea. I set it down on a low end table, and with my back to her, I bent down very slowly, with my legs slightly apart, and allowed my skirt to rise half way up my ass. I could feel her eyes glued to me, so I took my time arranging the glasses and pouring the tea. When I turned back around, I was pleased to see a sheen had formed over her eyes and her mouth was slightly open. I knew that look well–arousal. My plan was going quite smoothly.

“So, Sissy,” I said, in a soft, husky whisper as I handed her a glass. “What do you like to do for fun?”

“Um, nothing much. Just hang out, I guess.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked. She looked a little shy at the question. “Its okay, its just between us girls.” I threw my best seductive smile at her, complete with my irresistible glass-eyed bedroom gaze as I sat down across from her. I made sure my skirt rode up nice and high, and my legs were spread enough for her to get a good look at my bald, wet pussy.

“Um, no,” she giggled, looking down at my crotch.

“Oh,” I played coy. “I suppose you aren’t old enough to like boys yet.” I knew that wasn’t true based on the outfits she wore, but I wanted to feel her out a bit before I made a move.

“No,” she sounded a little offended. Good. “I’m old enough. I’m old enough for lots of things.”

“Oh, really?” I leaned foreword, my smile teasing, my firm breasts bobbing close to the top of my tank top. “What sorts of things?”

She was staring down my shirt, the lust building in her eyes at this point. I had a feeling boys weren’t all she was old enough to like.

“Um,” was all she managed to answer.

I decided it was now or never, so I reached up, grabbed my own breast and started to slowly massage it, the whole time staring into her eyes. “Maybe you like these sorts of things?”
She nodded her head slowly.

“Uh huh,” she said, her own hand mirroring mine as she began touching herself.

“Have you ever been with a boy?” I asked.

“No, not yet,” she said, never taking her eyes off me. “But I have fooled around with girls.”

“Really?” I asked. I didn’t even try to hide the excitement in my voice. “You like fooling around with girls?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Do you want to go inside where its a little more private?” I asked.

“Uh huh.”

I stood up and took her by the hand. I led her up to my bedroom and we sat on the edge of the bed. I couldn’t believe this was going so smoothly. Just yesterday I was fantasizing about tasting this little girl’s fresh young pussy, and now she was sitting on my bed, her little chest heaving with passion as I ran my hands over her tits. When I leaned it to kiss her neck, she let out the tiniest sigh and began rubbing my tits. Oh yes. She had done this before.

Then I kissed her on the mouth. She opened up for me and met my tongue half way, both of our breathing speeding up, our hands frantic now, groping one another shamelessly. I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed her back onto the bed, perhaps a little roughly, but I didn’t care. I was going to have this pretty young girl, and I was going to have her now.

I unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them to her knees, then I lifted her legs up, exposing that tight little pussy. Her fluff of hair was exactly as I imagined, but I didn’t waste any more time looking, I leaned in and ran my flattened out tongue up her slit. She tasted a little like sweat, but she was soaking wet with her own juices, too. Those tasted sweeter than any I had ever tasted before.

I split her lips with the tip of my tongue, delving into the smooth entrance to her hole. When I did, even more wetness slipped out into my mouth. Form there I traveled up to her clit, flicking it back and forth, making her squirm. She started bucking her hips up into my face, rubbing her whole cunt along my nose and chin, allowing my tongue to dive into her tight little hole along the way. I decided to tease her a little, and I pulled away.

Then she kicked off her shorts and pulled off that soaked baby tee, and laid back, totally naked, exposed to me, and began fingering herself. I almost came right there, looking down at her small body. Thoughts of how wrong this all was, and how into it she was only made me hotter. I pulled my top off, but didn’t bother with the skirt. I just hiked it up to my waist, turned around, and straddled her face. She wasted no time latching onto my hips and diving into my dripping pussy.

“Oh my god!” She had definitely had practice doing this. Within a minute I was screaming out, grinding my cunt down onto her pretty face, and filling her eager mouth with my cum. That good little girl drank every last drop.

Once my orgasm died down, I crawled off of her. She was still fingering herself, so I figured she might like to play with one of my toys. I reached into my nightstand and pulled out a small rubber vibrator. She cooed when she saw it.

“Its not too big for you, is it?” I asked.

“No, I have one about the same size at home,” she said. “Only mine doesn’t vibrate like that.”

“Well, you dirty little thing. You’re in for a treat.”

I began with her clit, letting the toy bring her almost to the edge. She writhed and moaned. Her juices were flowing freely now, soaking the bed underneath her, filling the room with her spicy aroma. Then I slid it into her and began pumping it in and out, the whole time sucking and nibbling on her clit. Her moaning increased with each thrust, and I could tell she was close. Then she shocked the hell out of me.

“Charlotte, God! Put it in my ass! Please!”

Well, I wasn’t one to deny a hot young girl what she asked for, so I placed the tip against her tiny back door, and began to work it in. Sissy, however, had other plans. She wanted it in her ass and she wanted it now. She thrust her hips foreword and the whole thing, all 5 inches of it, disappeared. With my mouth clamped down around her pussy, and because she was so small, I could feel it vibrate her whole lower half. She must have loved it, because within a minute, she tensed up and I felt the insides of her pussy push outwards. The next thing I knew she was squirting into my mouth, and screaming at the top of her lungs. And when I say squirting, that’s what I mean. It was like she was peeing, only it was definitely girl cum, and about a pint of it shot down my throat, filled my mouth and ran down my chin, covering her and me and my bed.

We laid there for a while after we both came down, stroking each other. She wouldn’t let me remove the toy from her ass right away, so the only sound was the muffled buzzing and our heavy breathing.

“Will you teach me how to do it with a boy?” She finally asked.

“Sure, Sissy,” I said. “You can come over anytime you like, and I’ll teach you anything you want to know.”

“What about your husband?” She asked.

I smiled at her. “Who do you think I’m going to teach you on?”

To be continued…

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A guy gets to experience the ultimate threesome.

Part One:

Ashley rode my rock-hard cock, moaning like a banshee with her huge tits bouncing in my face. Ashley was my girlfriend, and she had always been somewhat of a nymphomaniac. She was 19 and I was 21 and I had snagged her when she first came to college. As she rocked back and forth on my lap, I was rubbing her pussy with the thumb of my right hand and squeezing her melons with my left. As I groped them hard and pinched the nipples, Ashley moaned and ran her fingers through her blonde hair.

“Oh god, Zach! Smack my ass!”

I slapped her rear with both hands and squeezed the soft cheeks as hard as I could. Holding onto her perfect rear, I started lifting her up and then slamming her down onto my rod, using the force to push myself as far up into her luscious pussy as possible. Ashley leaned forward as I fucked her as fast as possible.

“Harder! Harder!” she moaned as I sucked on her tits.

Grabbing her hips, I turned her around so that her back was to me. Lifting herself up almost in a crabwalk, Ashley handed the job of movement to me as I started hammering her cunt in a steady rhythm, my nut sack was starting to hurt from being slingshot up and down like a yoyo in the hand of a crackhead.

“I’m going to fucking cum!”

At that, I began fucking her even harder. I hammered her cunt with the last of my strength, trying to turn my manhood into a jackhammer with flesh. Her womanhood was pulling on me like a vacuum, desperately trying to draw forth my seed. Finally, a river of pussy juice gushed out from between her legs, washing over my lap. There’s nothing better than a squirter. With her taken care of, now I could unleash every drop of sperm I had. In one final burst of strength, I forced my throbbing manhood up inside her and emptied myself into her womb.

Ashley pulled herself off of my deflated dick, turned around, and wrapped her lips around the head. She knew her job. With her sucking the last globs sperm out of my cock as if it was the straw of a milkshake, I could feel another orgasm welling inside me. Her lips wrapped around the head and Ashley pushed the tip of her tongue into the slit, while simultaneously rubbing the shaft with one hand and massaging my nuts with the other. Holy shit, she was a sex goddess.

She then took my whole cock in her mouth, rubbing it against the back of her throat. Her head began bobbing up and down as she massaged every centimeter of my dick with the soft corners of her mouth. She would use her lips, tongue, and the inside of her cheeks to massage the shaft, and she would rub the head of my cock against her uvula and agitate her gag reflex, just enough so that her eyes would roll back into her head, she would slightly tremble, and saliva would drip from her lips and onto my lap. I wonder how many guys she had to fuck to get this good…

Finally, she took my dick out of her mouth and I shot a stream of cum across her face and onto her tongue.

“Holy shit, that was one of our best ones yet,” I said.

“You’re damn right it was,” Ashley purred as she lied down beside me.

“I love you,” I said as I wrapped my arm around her and kissed her on the forehead. ‘At least I love fucking you.’

“I love you too.” She gripped my worn-out cock. “And I love this.”

I pulled up to Ashley’s house, trying yet again to call her cell phone. She lived with her mom in a nice beach house, but their landline phone service often went down. Most of the time, communication was restricted to cell phones and driving. Ashley’s phone battery was probably dead, and her car wasn’t in the garage. She wasn’t home, exactly what I wanted.

I was constantly showing up at Ashley’s house, so she and her mom had told me that I didn’t need to knock. I silently opened the door and stepped inside the lavish beach house. Ashley’s mom really had gotten a lot of cash from the divorce.

Down the hall, I saw the flutter of blonde hair. It was her, Jill. She was an easy-going woman, having no problem with me and her daughter fucking while she was still in the house or me spending the night, even with Ashley’s moans and dirty talk loud enough to be hear next door. Jill looked just like an older version of Ashley, and was just as sexy and beautiful. I didn’t know how old she was, but she was the definitely the perfect age. She was the best mix of young babe and mature milf. Her skin was still tight, smooth, and soft, but lines were starting appear on her face and you could tell she was aging, but in a way that made her more desirable than a woman ten years younger.

Seeing her always gave me an erection, and I would have given my right hand to fuck her. I would have given my right hand and both my legs to have a threesome with her and her daughter. I had spent countless hours masturbating while imagining Jill and Ashley sucking on each other’s tongues while I shot my load into their faces. She was one of the reasons why I was dating Ashley. Once Ashley introduced me to her parents and I saw Jill for the first time, I made a promise to myself that I was going to fuck her, no matter what it took, and I was here today to once again try and inch myself closer to that goal.

My cock instantly hardened as I realized that she was in a tight bikini. Her round tight ass looked just like Ashley’s as she walked around while swinging her hips. She was in the bedroom… looking for her top. I couldn’t believe it, I was finally able to see her bouncing double D tits. Her areolas were the size of quarters and she had nipples like pencil erasers. Like her face, you could see the signs of age on her tits, but that just made me want grope them more.

As much as I wanted to stare at her tits, I knew that she would notice me and get angry. She was looking for her bikini top, which I saw on a reclining chair in the living room. If I gave it to her, it would grant me a little more time to admire her tits and she wouldn’t be as angry.

I walked to the doorway of the bedroom when she had her back to me. “Looking for this?” I asked as I held up the bikini top with it wrapped around my fingers.

Jill let out a small shriek of surprise as she bolted around. “Zach, you scared me!” It was only then that she looked at her titties and covered them with her arms.

“Relax, I was standing in the hallway, I’ve seen them.”

“You were spying on me?!”

On cue, I tossed the bikini top to her. She caught it and began to calm down, just as I planned.

“I wasn’t spying. I opened the front door and I saw you down the hall. You’re just as beautiful as Ashley and I’ve always admired you and even had a small crush on you. I must admit that I was a little awestruck.”

She gave a modest smile, and to my surprise, she lowered her arms. She wasn’t covering her tits and was holding the bikini top as if she was about to put it on… but she hadn’t. For some reason, she kept it in her grip.

‘Interesting, very interesting,’ I thought to myself. I decided to push it a little further, to experiment with the situation. “Your breasts are beautiful. I’m guessing that they’re natural?”

She gave another modest smile; I was actually putting her in a good mood. “Yes. Most people think that they are fake, but they are actually real. Why didn’t you think they were fake?”

“You’re always so honest, you don’t seem like the person who would lie about her appearance. Plus you’re already so pretty that breast size doesn’t matter.”

She began to blush. “My ex-husband never appreciated my looks…” Then she held her tits and jiggled them. “Or the girls.”

“I can’t imagine why, they’re fantastic,” I said, reaching out and cupping one.

Jill stiffened at the feel of my palm against her areola, but she didn’t pull away.

“Uh, Zach, I don’t think we should be doing this.”

“Relax, it will be our little secret. Besides, a little human contact feels good, doesn’t it?”

She gave a soft moan as I gently squeezed. Holy shit, her titties were even better than her daughter’s! I began massaging it, first with one hand and then two. I then moved my other hand onto her other breast and began squeezing them both. Jill moaned and hummed as I massaged her tits and even pinched the nipples. There was no telling how long it had been since she had felt this.

Before she could stop me, I got behind her, continuing to massage her breasts. Now with more elbow room and straight wrists, I was able to be a little more rough, groping the melons with a firm squeeze, rubbing them in circles like joysticks, and pulling on her nipples to make her yelp. I could take it anymore; I had to have her. I pressed myself against her and ran my tongue up the side of her neck.

The feel of that lick and my erection poking her ass told her that we had gone to far. She hurriedly stepped forward out of my reach and put on her bikini top. “Ashley, uh… Ashley will be back in a few hours. I’ll uh… I’ll be out back.”

She rushed out of the room without looking back at me and into the kitchen, where she pulled a bottle of white wine out of one of the cabinets. Something told me that she had not planned on taking it with her. She walked outside and lied down on a beach chair out on the yard. She began drinking heavily from the bottle while putting on tanning oil.

“It looks like I might get a piece of that sweet ass,” I said to myself with a smile as I put my hand on my rock-hard cock.

With how fast she drank, Jill was passed out in half an hour. I walked outside and waved my hand in front of her face to make sure she was really out. A slight flicker of her eyelids told me that some stimuli was getting through, but she was so drunk that I doubted that she would wake up unless I splashed her with a bucket of water.

I was tired of waiting, I was going to take her then and now, whether she liked it or not. She would undoubtedly try to fight me off at first, but if as long as I overpowered her, she wouldn’t get away, and there weren’t any neighbors around right now to hear her. All I really had to do was make sure she had an orgasm. She had left her husband three years ago, and according to Ashley, hadn’t dated anyone since then, meaning that this milf in her sexual prime was probably starving for a good fuck. All I had to do was make her cum and her resolve would break, then I could do whatever I wanted. It all depended on how well I could keep from blowing my load.

I moved down to her legs while enjoying the view of her barely-covered tits, her slim belly, and her long smooth thighs, all of which were tan and oiled. Very carefully, I pulled off the top of her bikini, letting the sunlight shine on her firm tits. Cautiously, I began to feel them, massaging those glorious mountains with my hands and pinching her nipples just like before. She would stir ever so slightly with every squeeze, but she would not wake up. Once I had worked up enough courage, I leaned down and did one broad lick across the side of her huge right breast, savoring the feel of the soft flesh against my tongue.

I started sucking on her nipples, tracing my tongue around them and pulling on them with my lips. Her titties were delicious, the taste of her skin, and they felt like water-balloons. My cock was so hard and throbbing that it almost hurt. I undid my pants and pulled out my dick, which I swore had never looked larger. I began jacking off, not enough to risk wasting my supply of sperm, but enough to lessen the strain.

The more aggressive I became, the more Jill moaned. I moved down to her bikini bottom and undid the knots that rested on her hips. I pulled away the strip of blue fabric and almost gasped as her pussy came into view. The soft lips were open and already wet, revealing the pink insides. Her pussy was open just enough for me to know that it was still nice and tight, but I would have no problem forcing my whole missile up inside her. She had a very short and thin mat a pubic hair. It wasn’t shaved, but it was obviously well trimmed.

I brought my face up to the lips, not touching her pussy yet, but savoring the sweet fruity aroma. When I couldn’t restrain myself any longer, I reached out with my tongue and gently flitted it just outside of the soft lips. With that first touch, the drunken Jill shivered and gave a low hum. I began circling her pussy with my tongue, slowly getting closer and closer to the wet pink insides. With every teasing flit, Jill’s hums turned into moans. Finally, I forced my tongue deep inside her and a sampled her pussy juice. Jill was shifting her head from side to side and moaning as I relished the taste of her sloppy wet cunt. She was probably dreaming now.

Still unconscious, Jill began to spread her legs, allowing me to send my tongue deeper and deeper into her delicious insides. As her cunt became more and more inviting, I brought up my hand and slowly pushed my index and middle finger deep inside. The more I moved, the wetter she became, dripping like a faucet. In less than a minute, Jill had a gushing orgasm, squirting just like her daughter. The intoxicated milf spread her legs even farther and raised her hips. I licked my lips as her asshole came into view. It looked almost like it was bleached. I had always wondered what I was like to lick a girl’s asshole. Ironic that I would be licking Ashley’s mom’s before I licked hers. Experimentally, I flitted my tongue around her tight little anus and she squirmed.

I pushed my tongue deep inside her, sucking on the ring as my nose was buried in her cunt. Her recesses had a very unique taste, somewhat resembling the taste of her pussy, but was much more… concentrated. It was like tasting the physical essence of the kinky taboo. The whole time, Jill didn’t moan; instead, she just kept on squirming. After several minutes, I moved my tongue back up to her pussy, and as I ate her out, I pushed my thumb up into her asshole. It was apparent that she had never done anal before. She whined and squirmed as I rubbed the inside of her asshole with my thumb, pulling it out and pushing it back in, and rubbing the dribbling pussy juice around the ring.

Finally, I knew it was time to take it to the next level. I stood up and fully undressed, then crouched over her head, opened her mouth, and stuffed in my cock. That final intrusion was enough to wake her out of her wine stupor and she gave a garbled scream, choking on my manhood. She tried to push me off her, but I grabbed her by the throat and squeezed hard, robbing her of the ability to breathe. Her struggles waned and I lessened my grip, stirring my manhood around in her mouth while keeping my hand around her throat like a collar. The shock and confusion was now replaced with horror as to what was happening and who was doing it do her. Was her daughter’s boyfriend really assaulting her like this?

“You like that don’t you, a big cock in your mouth. Can you taste your daughter on me?”

Jill was crying now, her pretty face streaked with tears out of pain, humiliation, betrayal, and the struggles of breathing.

“Come on, suck on it like a good whore.” Jill refused, just holding her mouth open like a dead fish. “Have it your way.”

I fully got on top of her, sending my dick all the way to the back of her throat and choking her with it. I had my full weight on her, smothering her face as she struggled to find any way to breathe. Within seconds, her body began to convulse and I pulled back as she threw up on my cock.

“Look at the mess you made, clean it up!” I barked, smearing my manhood across her face, mixing her tears with the mix.

“Please stop this!” she sobbed, trying to push me away.

“Hell no, I’m having too much fun! Now blow me, you fucking slut!”

This time she gave in and began sucking me off, cleaning up the mess. Her tears continued to pour as I violated her mouth, my hands wrapped in her hair to pull her head back if she tried anything. She worked diligently but it was clear that she was rusty at this. After a minute or so, I pulled out my cock and instead began rubbing my balls on her face, teabagging her as many would say. She took the message and ran her tongue around my nut sack, thoroughly wetting it.

Soon enough I got bored and decided to try something new. I pulled her up in her chair and got behind her, locking her head with one arm.

“Zach, please stop this! I beg you!”

“No, I’m going to fuck you hard and nothing is going to change that. But I want to enjoy this first.”

I forced my free hand between her legs, trying to probe her insides. She screamed and flailed her legs, but a couple hard smacks ended that. Her legs still, I forced my fingers into her pussy, shaking them hard and making her cry out.

“You’re so wet, you can’t wait for me to rape that slutty pussy of yours, can you? Be honest.”

“Let me go!”

Against her protests, I continued to finger her, grabbing her pussy from the inside and shaking my hand. The mix of pain and humiliation made her cry out, but I knew it was starting to feel a little bit good for her. I pulled my hand out and stuffed my fingers into her mouth, forcing her to taste her own feminine essence.

Now it was time for the main course. I got out from behind her, trying to figure out the best position for penetration, when she made her escape. Her ass and tits jiggling as she moved, she ran back into the house. I chased after her and caught up before she could reach the phone. She screamed and struggled against me, but I picked her up and carried her to the living room, where I threw her down on the couch. She was on her stomach, and before she could get up, I held her down.

“Nice try, but you’re not getting out of this.”

Having decided to enjoy myself a little more, a raised my hand and struck her ass, making her shriek in pain. I had her bent over my knee, her perfect milf ass sticking up, tanner than I thought it would be. I smacked her again and again, savoring her pain and the chance to do whatever I wanted to her sexy body. With each smack, a redness would spread, welts from my brutality. This mature, beautiful woman was now bent over, her naked body at my mercy for me to abuse however I liked. Licking my fingers, I again stuck them in her pussy and worked my thumb into her asshole. She groaned and cried as fingered her, her tears soaking the couch.

After spanking her a few more times, I knew the time had come. I got out from under her and forced her against the couch. I smacked her thighs, telling her to spread them, and while she resisted for a few moments, she knew that I was inevitably going to be inside her. She spread her legs, and with a deep breath, I penetrated her, burying my manhood up to the base in her slit. She cried out from the sensation, having forgotten what it felt like to be fucked, and feeling overwhelmed with shame and revulsion.

It was easy for me to set myself in a good rhythm, pushing down on her back to keep her pinned while my lap and her ass clapped together in applause. I had dreamed of this day for a long time, the day when I would get to turn this woman’s magnificent body into my personal cum dumpster, and the fact that it was against her will made it even better.

“Please stop! You’re raping me!” she cried.

I didn’t reply, and regardless of her words, her pussy was just getting wetter and wetter. Her lips said “no no”, but her body was begging for violation. My speed increased as I kept on telling myself that I had fucked Ashley the night before and was now fucking her mom. I was forcing into her cunt the same throbbing cock that her daughter had rode and sucked. Jill’s felt so good on my erect manhood. Her lips were so soft and tight, and I could feel almost a vacuum-like pressure, as if her body was trying to pull me in deeper. After years of loneliness, her pussy craved to be stretched by my cock and filled with cum. With each passing second, a noticeable change could be seen in Jill. Her cries of anguish were turning into moans, and her hands, which had been gripping the sofa for dear life, were now brushing the golden hair out of her face while she licked her lips.

Deciding I wanted to see her face, I rolled her onto her side, her leg now across my chest. I continued hammering her, watching her melons jiggle and bounce every time my manhood reached her womb. I grabbed her by the throat, forcing her to look at me. The pain in her eyes was gone, and while she still reviled the situation, she could not contain the look of lustful hunger on her face. She was starting to enjoy herself, but she clearly hated me with a burning fury.

“Yeah, you like that don’t you?” I growled. Jill shook her head in refusal, prompting me to move my hand from her throat to her breast and give a hard squeeze to coax a cry from her.

“You love being raped, don’t you?”

“No! Stop it!”

Deciding to toy with her, I did as she told and stopped. I never pulled out, but I halted my thrusts, and the lack of movement did send a tremor through her. Having reached the age of her sexual prime, her body, starved of contact, was reacting like a recovering addict in the first moments of relapse. She hated the situation, but loved the sensations. Further teasing her, I began rubbing her clit with fast strokes of my fingers, sending a continuous stream of lightning through her body and making her moan.

“Come on, beg for it. You know you want to be fucked harder. You love that I’m raping you.”

“No!” she countered, turning away from me to hide her shame.

Continuing to play with her clitoris, I gave ten deep thrusts, just slow enough to tease her. The stimulation was driving her wild, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy her, and when I stopped, I knew her will had broken.

“Beg for it!”

“Please rape me harder!” she finally shrieked.

Grinning, I pulled her up onto her hands and knees and brought myself to my top speed. Her tits swinging like chandeliers in an earthquake, Jill was moaned at the top of her lungs, finally giving in to the physical bliss of a man fucking her. I hammered her with all of my strength, watching the ripples travel through her body with each slam, her tan ass jiggling like ballistics gel when punched with a shotgun shell. With each impact, her moan would be interrupted, her whole body shaking and her mind momentarily going blank. Unable to resist, I started smacking her ass between thrusts, just to remind her who was in charge, but the harder I spanked her, the more she seemed to enjoy it, her rear end absorbing the force and transforming it into physical bliss.

“Oh god, I’m cumming!” She screamed these words over and over again, having given in to her lust.

I continued fucking her through the orgasm, the movement of my cock altering the spray but still soaking me in it. I knew I had won. Now that I had made her cum, she was hooked like an addict and I could do whatever I wanted to her without worrying about her telling anyone about it. Deciding her mouth would feel good right about now, I grabbed Jill’s hair, turned her around, and pulled her head to my lap. Drunk with perverse desire, she began sucking me off as if she had been poisoned and my cum was the antidote. Unlike before, when we were outside, she was putting true skill into her work. She would slobber on my cock as if she were trying to put out a fire, then suck off the saliva and pour it on again. Using the wetness as lubricant, she would work the shaft with her hand while rolling the head around in her mouth, always with the beautiful sound of sloppy suction. But still, it wasn’t enough…

An idea popping into my head, I grabbed Jill and picked her up. She yelped in surprise, flailing her limbs as I held her upside down in the vertical 69 position, our fronts pressed together with her legs in the air. Understanding what I was doing, Jill resumed sucking my cock while I took in the beautiful sight of her milf cunt put on display, inches from my face, and behind it, her virgin asshole. I dove right in, gorging myself on her pussy like a dog with an empty peanut butter jar. Jill continued to swing her legs, the feeling of lips and a tongue stirring her honeypot driving her wild, with her smooth thighs clamping the side of my head.

After a minute, I could feel my self-control starting to crumble. I was about to cum, and I wanted to make sure Jill caught every drop. Continuing to hold her up with one arm, I used a free hand to grab her hair and hold her head steady. I began to thrust, skull-fucking her without mercy and turning her face into a sloppy mess. Feeling the orgasm approaching, I pushed her dead down and forced her to deep-throat me. She tried to push me off, struggling to breathe, but I held her firm. Finally, the threshold broke, and I shot load after load into her throat. At the same time, while she was choking on my cock, her gag reflex triggered. I let go of her head and she retched, a frothy mix of saliva, vomit, semen, and tears pouring down over her face and into her hair.

Unable to open her eyes, she gasped for air while I rubbed my placid cock across her face, buying time to regain my erection. That orgasm had been a doozy, but I knew I had plenty more, and I wasn’t going to stop until I finished turning Jill into my personal cum dumpster. Though maybe it was time to wrap things up. Once my cock returned to its original glory, I began lowering Jill down. I stopped when her head and the back of her neck touched the floor, further dirtying her hair with the puddle of bodily fluids. Her lower body still in the air with her ass pointing up, spanked her a few times to make her spread her legs enough for me to force my cock into her pussy, still filthy from when Jill threw up on it. I had seen lesbians with strap-ons do this position in Ultimate Surrender, so I was able to figure it out in a few moments. Holding her by the hips, I once again started thrusting into her, now feeling fatigue take its toll.

Below me, Jill continued to moan, desperate to cum a second time. She had wiped the slime off her face and could open her eyes, but her only view was my ass directly above her. Soon enough, we both achieved an orgasm. Jill moaned at the top of her lungs, having forgotten the joy of a man bringing her to climax. A human fountain, she sprayed clear fluid from her pussy while I poured my seed deep into her womb. I pulled out and dropped her to the floor, shooting two more white streams across her stomach and breasts, sullying her and marking her as my property like a dog pissing on a tree.

Jill lay still, wallowing in a puddle of filth, her beautiful body painted with bodily fluids from being raped and violated by the same man who routinely fucked her daughter. I stood over her, beaming at my accomplishment. I had finally achieved my goal, but I wasn’t done yet. I was going to enjoy my new fuck toy.

“That was a lot of fun, we’ll do it again real soon,” I said, turning around and leaving her there.

I wasn’t worried at all about her calling the police or telling Ashley. She was too ashamed and embarrassed that it had happened, and that she had enjoyed it so much.

Part Two:

Three days passed and no police came for me, and when I saw Ashley, it didn’t seem like she knew anything. Just as I suspected, Jill didn’t have it in her to tell anyone about what I had done, either because she was ashamed or because she loved it, probably both. But after the third day, I decided it was time to stop by and pay her a visit.

I arrived at her house in the mid-morning, when Ashley was still there. Like before, I didn’t bother knocking, but I hollered when I stepped inside. “Ashley?”

“In here!” Her voice came from the kitchen, and at the same time, I heard a dish break. “Mom, are you ok?”

“Y-yes, dear, I’m fine. It just slipped out of my hand.”

Hearing Jill’s voice gave me a hard-on, the fact that she had broken a plate when hearing my own telling me that the iron was still hot and it was time to strike. I came into the kitchen, where Ashley was sitting at the dinner table in her waitress uniform with a stack of pancakes in front of her. Jill was at the stove in a pair of tight jeans and a tank top, standing with her back to me and trying to hide her trembling.

“Hey, what’s up?” Ashley asked.

“I wanted to see if you were up for a movie.”

“You should have called, you wouldn’t have had to drive. You know I have the lunch shift at the diner today. I told you before, remember? I got to leave in half an hour.”

“Oh yeah, I guess I forgot,” I replied, waiting for Jill to look over to me.

“Luckily my mom was in a good mood and offered to make me some pancakes. Want some?”

“I would love some. Jill, you don’t mind, do you?”

Jill had to turn to me or else her daughter would get suspicious. Putting on a brave face, she looked over to me. “Sure, I’d be happy to!”

I flashed her a grin, one that Ashley didn’t see, one that broadcasted what I really hungered for. Seeing that look in my eye, knowing what I wanted to do, Jill turned her attention back to the stove and began mixing up more batter, trying to keep calm so that Ashley wouldn’t sense anything while she prepared food for the man that had raped her. I watched her while she worked, her tight denims making her ass pop. The pancakes were made in ten minutes and Jill handed me the plate without making eye contact.

For a while, I sat with Ashley and ate this second breakfast, talking with her about the usual subjects while Jill cleaned up in the kitchen. Ashley soon finished and left for work, leaving Jill and me alone. At first I didn’t do anything, I simply continued eating while Jill tried to distract herself with dirty dishes. The kitchen was silent, save for the scratching of my knife and fork on my plate and the clinking of dishes in the sink. I could tell the silence was getting to Jill, that she could feel my eyes on her. What was I going to do to her? What was I waiting for? These questions were driving her wild, and against her will, her body was preparing itself. All I had to do was watch my timing and the suspense would do a lot of the work for me.

Finally I stood up and strode over to her with intentionally slow footfalls, watching Jill tighten up as I approached. I grabbed her ass and pressed myself against her. “Your cooking is as good as ever, now how about I prepare something to stuff into YOUR mouth?”

“Zach, what happened before was a mistake and we can’t ever do it again?”

“It wasn’t a mistake. I took you like a dirty whore and you loved it, begging me to rape you harder. You know, the day after we had sex, Ashley and I had a little bit of fun. I wonder if she could taste you on my cock, the way she was slobbering all over it. Her mouth felt just like yours.”

Jill tried to push me away. “I said no!”

“Haven’t you learned yet? You don’t get to say no to me.”

I grabbed the front of her jeans and unfastened them, then wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her from the stove and to the middle of the kitchen floor.

“No! NO!” she screamed as I yanked off her pants, revealing her pink thong.

I forced her to the floor and kept her on her stomach with me on top of her, letting me undress. I then flipped her over and ripped off her tank top like wrapping paper. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, her melon-sized tits bouncing freely. Momentarily letting her go, I stood up and retrieved a bottle of cooking oil from beside the stove. Pinning Jill on her back, I held her wrists together so that she couldn’t fight me off and poured the oil onto her chest. I rubbed it into her skin with my free hand, loving the feel of her breasts slipping in my grip.

“Nothing like a pair of big oiled titties,” I said with a chuckle.

Jill glared at me with fear and anger. “Fuck you,” she hissed.

“Oh no, I’m going to fuck YOU.”

My sadistic side getting the better of me, I squeezed one of her tits with a hard grip, making Jill cry out in pain. From there, I began smacking them, each time making her yelp as I whipped the mountains. The sound of flesh on flesh and her cries, the sensation of her beautiful breasts against my palm and fingers, and the sight of the forming welts turned me on beyond words. It was like they were stress balls, begging for abuse.

I shifted my position her, keeping her arms pinned beneath me but with my hands free. Having the perfect opportunity, I held her oiled breasts together and slid my cock between them, me shuddering in euphoria and Jill in revulsion. Even bustier than Ashley, I knew that Jill would give the best tit-fucks imaginable. I moved back and forth, rubbing her breasts against the shaft while Jill tried to keep her face away from the tip. Against my planning, I had a premature orgasm from the excitement. I didn’t lose much, mainly precum, and it sprayed across Jill’s tearful face while I maintained my erection.

I soon moved on, retaining my hold on her wrists with one hand and sending the other down south. She writhed beneath me, but I held her still. Grabbing her thong, I pulled it up, wedging it between the plump lips of her cunt. Again she cried out as I pulled harder and harder, using the narrow fabric like floss and rubbing it against her erect clitoris. I let go of her, letting her try to push me off with her hands as I pulled off her thong. Grabbing her again, I rolled her onto her stomach and bound her wrists behind her back with her underwear, having learned online how to use them as makeshift handcuffs.

Like before, I had Jill over my lap, her ass in the air. First I poured oil on her, giving her rear end a sexy shine, then I took my time spanking her, bruising her tan milf ass like I had done with her breasts. My hand slid right off her ass each time, her soft flesh jiggling from the strike. My fingers slick with oil, I worked them in her pussy, relishing the sounds of her voice. Regardless of her anger, her body was again relapsing in its desire for sexual contact. With just my fingers, I had her moaning in bliss, the volume rising and falling with the speed of my hand.

She came after only a minute, much sooner than I expected. Maybe after fucking her the other day, her body was on a hair trigger. Her moans echoed through the house, her whole body in spasms as waves of pleasure rolled through her while my hand was soaked in a spray of her juices. Not giving her any rest, I grabbed her legs and pulled them up, putting her in the same position as the other day with her head and the back of her neck pressed to the floor, her bound arms underneath her, and her ass in the air. This time, I was behind her, kneeling and holding her up with my arms around her stomach. Her virgin asshole was inches from my face, glistening from the cooking oil and just waiting to be used.

“Zach, what are you doing?”

Instead of answering, I grave a broad lick of her anus, making her shudder in bliss. The cooking oil didn’t taste very good, but all I really cared about was the physical sensation of running my tongue around her brown eye. I had already done it before, when she was passed out on the lawn, but I was enjoying it even more since she was awake to experience it. I penetrated her with my tongue, flicking around her insides while I sucked on her asshole with my lips. All the while, I worked her clit with my right hand, trying to coax another orgasm from her. I was able to push her over the threshold again, making her moan like an opera singer.

After a few minutes, I retrieved the bottle of cooking oil and stuck the nozzle in her raised asshole like the jug of a water cooler. I squeezed bottle, making Jill gag as I pumped her ass full of oil. A full liter was poured into her rectal cavity.

“How about we play a little game?” I suggested.

Without letting go of her or letting her fall over, I reached into one of the drawers above my head and grabbed a wine stopper. Jill shuddered as I inserted it into her ass as a makeshift butt plug.

“You’re going to suck me off like a good whore, and if you can make me cum without that oil spilling out of you, I’ll leave right now. Which of us can last longer?”

Jill stared at me in disbelief. “You promise you’ll leave?”

“I won’t even bother getting dressed. I’ll just grab my clothes and walk right out that door.”

Jill didn’t answer, but since this was rape, I didn’t care about what she had to say. I set her against the fridge, still upside-down like a weirdly drawn 2, her ass pointed straight up. I rubbed my cock against her face, just like after I skull-fucked her the last time. She resisted at first, remembering how I choked her with it until she vomited, but she soon gave in and began blowing me, though it was hard to do in the position we were in. Seconds passed, and before the first minute was finished, I could tell that Jill was struggling with all her might to keep the oil from spilling out of her. Even while upside-down, the pressure inside was painful and her body was trying to push it out. All the while, I was maintaining my composure, easily able to hold back my reserves in the face of this half-assed blowjob. Deciding to speed up the process, I started working my fingers in her pussy, make her give a shrill whine. Were she to speak, she would say I was cheating. But again, this was rape, so I wasn’t really under any obligation to play fair.

I used the stimulation to ruin her focus, and after less than a minute, the wine stopper shot out of her ass like a Champaign cork and a geyser of cooking oil sprayed up. I moved out of the way, letting it pour down on Jill. She cried as the thick fluid splashed her tits and face, knowing where it had just been. To her, it might as well have been my semen. Standing over her, I inserted my fingers into her asshole, now loose and slick. I stirred them around, making her whimper and cry in humiliation.

“Oh, such a shame, now I get to rape your asshole for as long as I want.”

“No, please! Anything but that!” she begged.

“I told you before, you don’t get to say no to me.”

Grabbing her arm, I pulled her to her feet and then bent her over the sink. She continued begging for mercy, but I just spread her legs, and in a single shove, I forced my manhood into her asshole. She screamed when I violated her, having never before been sodomized by more than my fingers. I had mounted her like a dog, and with all the cooking oil in her ass, I was able to slide in and out effortlessly. This was my first time as well, none of my past girlfriends eever being brave enough to try ass play. The sensation of Jill’s anus around my cock was indescribable, both physically and psychology. The fact that I was sodomizing this beautiful mature woman was like winning a trophy, with her unwillingness only sweetening the moment.

She cried as I slammed myself against her over and over again, punishing her asshole without mercy, unable to resist me as I turned her body into a sex toy. She wanted to die, the pain and shame overwhelming her. Her rear end clapped against my lap over and over, the sound music to my ears. But soon after I started, a familiar change took over Jill. She would look back at me, licking her lips with a lustful glare. After only a minute, her cries of pain were replaced with calls for me to fuck her harder and faster. I had reawaken the vixen from last time.

“You like that, don’t you? You like getting ass raped? Take my cock like a good whore!” I growled, reaching around and smacking her tits.

“Yes, I love getting raped! Fuck my slutty asshole harder! Cum in my ass!”

“Imagine if Ashley were to hear you say that. Your daughter showing up, seeing her mother beg her rapist to turn her into a cum dumpster.”

She didn’t respond, but her asshole tightened around me. So it seems I had struck a nerve… I changed positions, pulling her down with me to the floor, removing my cock from her ass just long enough to turn her towards me. We were both on our sides, her body curled up with me continuing to thrust into her, her asshole forming a perfect seal around my cock. I stared into her eyes as I sodomized her, seeing the ravenous joy of being fucked like a dirty slut.

“Now do you get it? See how much fun it is getting fucked?” I panted, never stopping my movements.

“Oh god, I think I’m addicted to your cock…” she groaned.

“Just like Ashley. How does it feel knowing that the same man who routinely takes your daughter like a whore is now violating you? Does it turn you on?”

Shocking me, she took control, using her body weight to roll me onto my back so that she was on top, even with her hands still bound. Now riding me, she leaned over and slipped her tongue between my lips. Lifting her up, I began bucking my hips, shooting myself straight up into her asshole with her rear end jiggling magnificently. I wished with all my heart I could see us from behind, watch my manhood stretch her anus wide while her cheeks bounced and jiggled. I fucked her like a jackhammer, gripping her ass while she moved and spanking her, all while she and I made out.

“I always wondered why you were ok with me and Ashley having sex while you were in the house. You had to have heard us; she moans and talks dirty just as loudly as you do. You had to have heard your daughter begging to be fucked, of her whines as she came over and over again.”

Again she tightened up on me, telling me that I was getting closer.

“Did it turn you on, hearing her getting violated? Hearing her beg for it? Maybe you were jealous. Maybe you wished I would do the same to you. Maybe you wished you were the one getting fucked and filled with cum.”

After a minute, she sat up, letting me watch her tits bounce as she rode me. The grin on her face was more depraved than Ashley’s, loving the feeling of bobbing on my cock, as if I had become the sex toy and she was using me to sodomize herself. But I could tell from the look in her eyes that I was getting closer. She changed again after a minute, finding the floor unsuitable for her to properly ride me like this. Instead, she turned her back to me and put her feet up on my knees, maybe so that we couldn’t make eye contact anymore. Now in my favorite position, I held her up and once again started bucking my hips, pumping her asshole like a piston while she moaned.

“Yes! Oh god, it feels so good!” she screamed.

Again I wished I could watch from another angle, wanting to see her jiggling oiled tits, her glistening slit, and her ass being pummeled by my cock.

“Or maybe it was because you liked the idea of your daughter getting fucked. You wanted to watch your little girl get penetrated, get mounted.” I suddenly stopped, a savage grin on my face. “Maybe you wanted to fuck her, to turn your daughter into your personal fuck doll!”

“Please don’t stop! I’m so close!”

“Admit it! Admit you want to fuck Ashley!”

“Please let me cum! I want to cum with your cock in my ass!”

“Admit you’re attracted to your daughter!”

“Ok, I admit it! I loved listening to Ashley get fucked! I want to fuck my daughter! So fuck me like you fuck her!”

That was all I needed. I returned to my maximum speed, ramming her from below so fast that my balls actually hurt from the movement.

“Oh shit, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Jill screamed the words over and over again, and from her slit, a wave of clear liquid sprayed freely. I never stopped moving, instead using her orgasm as a chance to fuck her even harder and drive her wild.

She soon calmed down, but I was getting tired from this position. I needed to be back on top. I grabbed her bound wrists and pulled her to the side, using the momentum to get us both up onto her knees. Now back in the doggy-style position, I was able to resume humping her while sparing my stomach muscles. I pulled on the thong around her wrists like reins, slamming her down onto my cock after each retraction.

“Damn, I never knew you were such an anal whore.”

“Oh god, it feels so good! Fuck me, Zach! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me like you fuck my daughter!”

To be fair, I hadn’t yet taken Ashley’s backdoor virginity, but I did as told, hammering Jill with all my strength, again filling the house with the sounds of her oiled ass clapping against my lap, mixed with her euphoric moans. But I still felt I could get deeper. Without picking her up or pulling out, I got to my feet, bending Jill over farther until her face was to the floor. Now standing, I was able to put all of my weight into my thrusts, driving straight down into her. Jill continued to moan, drunk with sexual euphoria. She had orgasm after orgasm, spraying the floor over and over while I butt-fucked her without reprieve, screaming at the top of her lungs.

“Shit, I’m about to cum!” I grunted.

“Pour it all in my ass! Fill my asshole with your cum!” she begged.

She didn’t need to ask twice, as with a shudder, I pumped everything I had into her rectum, a deluge of my seed. I pulled out of her, my manhood deflating and my lungs feeling like they were on fire. Just like before, Jill was now silent, remaining with her face to the floor and her ass in the air, frothy semen trickling from her bruised anus.

“Oh god, what is wrong with me? I can’t believe I admitted that,” she groaned.

“What first made you horny for your daughter? Her firm bouncing tits, her tight round ass, her soft luscious pussy, or the fact that it’s such a naughty taboo?” I asked, too intrigued to leave it alone.

“I don’t know. Whenever I would listen to you two, I would get so turned on. I would imagine you were fucking me instead of her. I kept fantasizing about it, and soon, my daughter would be there, just watching me get fucked. Each time I thought about it, it would just deeper and deeper. Soon I would dream about you taking turns with us, and then I even began to imagine Ashley and I kissing and licking each other’s bodies as you used us like whores.”

Hearing her talk was putting me back in the mood. It seemed my ultimate fantasy of a mother-daughter threesome might not be so impossible after all, and staring at her ass and pussy, sticky with cooking oil and semen, was returning my hard-on. Revitalized, I grabbed Jill’s bound wrists and pulled her to her feet.

“Wait, what are you doing?” she asked as I pulled her upstairs.

I led her into Ashley’s room and threw her on the bed, still warm and smelling like her. With my cock now fully erect, I grabbed a pair of Ashley’s dirty underwear and jammed it in Jill’s mouth as a gag. Then I took her from behind and violated her pussy. My energy returned, I fucked her like an animal, turning her womanhood into a receptacle for my desires. As I rode her, she looked back at me, grinning with her daughter’s panties in her mouth, telling me that she was enjoying this even more than I was.

Things were going to get very interesting.

Part Three:

The following weeks blended together into a nonstop sex romp. If I wasn’t having sex with Ashley, I was sodomizing Jill. We always fucked in Ashley’s bed, Jill getting off on her daughter’s scent with Ashley’s panties stuffed into her mouth as a gag. Whenever she could, Jill would listen in on Ashley and me screwing, standing on the other side of the door and touching herself. The door would be slightly open, a crack just wide enough for her to see me empty myself into her daughter. Whenever I would spend the night, I would wait for Ashley to fall asleep, then go into Jill’s room and let her suck me off. She would finger her pussy while she rolled my cock in her mouth, savoring the taste of her daughter on me.

I had a sexy girl and her milf addicted to my cock, but the question was how could I get them together? Jill wouldn’t hesitate to go in on a threesome, but Ashley was another story. Somehow I had to get her to be ok with having sex in front of and with her mom. If nothing worked, I could always just rape her and have Jill join in. Jill might be into that idea. But hopefully it wouldn’t come to that and I could bend Ashley willingly.

I found myself pondering the situation as Ashley and I were having an afternoon romp. Jill was home, and as mentioned before, she was on the other side of Ashley’s bedroom door, her fingers buried up to the knuckle in her velvet sleeve. I had Ashley on all fours, ramming her from behind, her screams of bliss bouncing off the walls.

‘Let’s see, how can I do this? Now would probably be the best time to try and manipulate her, at least lay the foundations. Now Jill is just like her, so if I’m lucky, she’ll have the same affinity for incestuous desires. I just have to plant them and help them grow.’

“Yes! Harder! Deeper! Fuck my pussy!” Ashley screamed.

“I love how much you moan when we fuck, how loud you get. I bet your mom can hear us.”

“What?”

“She can probably hear us right now, begging for my cock, hear her little girl turning into a ravenous cum slut.”

Just like with Jill, I could feel her tightening up on me, telling me I had struck a nerve. My words were arousing her and her body was reacting. Out in the hall, Jill bit her lip and the strokes of her fingers increased in speed. She knew I was saying this not just to Ashley, but to her as well.

“She knows you’re getting fucked like a dirty whore, getting mounted like an animal. Does it turn you on?”

“Shut up!”

I grabbed her arms and pulled them back, gripping her wrists like handlebars as I fucked her. With each slam, her tits bounced beautifully.

“She might as well be watching us right now. Imagine her sitting in the corner, her eyes on you, watching you getting fucked. You’re so shameless, getting turned on my your mom watching you have sex.”

“Zach, cut it out!”

“You’re getting wetter, I can feel it.” I lied back, pulling her on top of me, her body heaving as she bounced on my cock like a mechanical bull. “Can you feel her watching you? She’s probably as horny as you are. She would be sitting in the corner, touching herself to the sound of your moans.”

Ashley stopped moaning, panting instead with her eyes on the corner where Jill would be. Against her will, she was beginning to imagine her mom sitting there, massaging her full breasts with one hand while her other strayed south.

“She can see your tits jiggling, your erect clitoris, your pussy wrapping around my cock. Put on a show for her, let your mom see your slutty side. She can watch you get fucked and you can watch her finger herself.”

Outside, Jill was on her knees with her hand between her legs, fighting the urge to come into the room and lick the sweat from her daughter’s stomach. She was so close.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum!” Ashley cried out, bouncing like a super ball.

“Tell Jill you’re cumming. Let her hear you cum.”

“Zach, stop!”

“Fine.” I stopped my thrusts, just like with Jill. “Say it and I’ll let you cum!”

“Ok, I’ll say it!”

I resumed moving, immediately pushing her over the boundary.

“Mom, I’m cumming! Zach is making me cum! His cock feels so good, Mom!” she moaned as she squirted like a water pistol.

‘Me too, baby! I’m cumming too!’ Jill thought, soaking the carpet beneath her with the waterfall between her legs.

Ashley collapsed and fell on her side. I hadn’t had an orgasm of my own so I just wanted to fire off a quick round. Leaning over her head, I started masturbating, using the wetness from her pussy as lubricant. I soon ejaculated, painting her face with my seed.

‘Just a little longer and my dream will come true.’

More days passed, Jill continuing to watch from the sidelines as I fucked her daughter, until it was her turn to get pounded. Whenever Ashley and I had sex, I would try to manipulate her like before. I would tell her that her mom could hear her, tell her to imagine Jill was watching, have her visualize her mom masturbating to the sight of Ashley getting mounted. Funny that that’s exactly what her mom was doing, even if Ashley didn’t know it. I even convinced her to have sex in her mom’s bed. The more I worked her, the easier it became to make her cum. I would tell her to put on a show for Jill and she would spray like a fountain.

Every day, my goal of a threesome got closer and closer.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and Jill was lying on her back on the kitchen table as I ravaged her soft pussy. The lips of her cunt gave off the sound of gum being chewed with each thrust I made.

“Fuck my wet pussy! Fill it with your cock!” she whined.

“Zach?! MOM?!” we heard the shrill voice scream.

We looked at the front door and saw Ashley, wearing her waitress outfit. She was supposed to have the morning shift, but apparently she came home early. She was staring at us with her mouth hanging open and tears rolling down her cheeks. Dropping her purse, she ran up to her room and slammed the door shut with a house-shaking crash.

“Ashley, wait!” I said as I grabbed my pants and pulled them on.

“Baby, hold on!” Jill said as she put on a bathrobe.

We rushed to her locked bedroom door. Inside, we could hear Ashley screaming and destroying everything in her path.

“Ashley, come on. Can we please talk?” I asked as I knocked on the door.

“Talk about what?! You were fucking my mom!”

“Baby, it’s not what you think,” Jill said.

“My boyfriend was cheating on me with my fucking whore of a mother! I know what I saw!”

We waited outside the door for almost an hour as Ashley released her rage on everything in her room.

“Ashley, if you won’t come out, will you at least let us in? We just want to talk,” I eventually asked.

After several minutes, we heard the door unlock and we stepped inside. The round was covered in wreckage, the walls had been stripped bare of pictures and posters, and Ashley was sitting on the bed with her face in her hands. We sat down next to her and held her close.

“How long? How long have you two been doing this?” Ashley asked in sorrow and anger.

“A couple weeks. I’m so sorry, sweetheart, it was all a huge mistake,” Jill said as she put her hand on Ashley’s knee.

Something caught my attention when her hand touched her knee. Ashley squirmed at her touch, but not away from her. Had she truly been mad, she would have jerked back, but her legs just clamped together as if she was trying to suppress a reaction. Was… Was she aroused?

‘Now’s the time.’

Deciding to experiment, I mimicked her mom and placed my hand on her other knee, but taking it one step forward, I slowly moved my palm up and down her thigh. Ashley continued to squirm, and she had her arms crossed against her stomach. She was looking at our hands and chewing on her lip.

‘I knew it. She’s not angry with us for screwing, she’s angry with herself for watching us and enjoying it! It’s just like when I figured out that Jill was hot for her, she’s angry at herself that seeing me pound her mom makes her horny.’

Jill and I locked eyes and I motioned to Ashley while raising my eyebrows.

Jill gave a small smile and licked her lips. She turned to Ashley. “Baby, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I’ve seen the two of you have sex and it just made me so hot.”

“What?”

“At first I would just listen to the two you, then I started spying. Watching your breasts bounce as you rode his dick made my own nipples hard…” She began to open her bathrobe, exposing her round full breasts to her daughter. “And watching you rub your pussy as he hammered you made me so wet.” She fully opened her robe and exposed her cunt, glistening in arousal. Ashley was in disbelief as she looked at her naked mother, and I knew that she was almost as horny as I was. Her ability to hide it was beginning to fail.

“Did… did you feel the same way as you watched us? Did you want to touch my body?” Jill asked as she picked up her daughter’s hand and placed it on her left tit. Ashley stirred and tried to pull away, but Jill forced her hand to squeeze her breast, making her massage it with her fingers and rub her nipple with her palm.

“Mom, this is a little too weird,” Ashley panted. We all knew it was a lie.

“Come on, I know you like it,” Jill said softly as she leaned forward and pressed her lips against Ashley’s.

Her daughter resisted for only a moment before kissing back, a deeply buried switch being flipped. I couldn’t believe my luck as I watched the two blondes make out, softly at first, but then with more passion. As they started to feel each other with their hands I decided to back off and give them time to get… acquainted. With my rock-hard cock in my hand, I watched as mother and daughter began to French kiss each other, licking the inside of each other’s mouth and sucking on each other’s tongues. Their lips became shiny and wet as they savored the taste of each other’s saliva.

Jill unbuttoned Ashley’s waitress blouse and pulled it away, leaving her in just her bra.

“Show me those beautiful titties,” Jill groaned. With a coy grin, Ashley pulled off her bra, revealing her round bouncing boobs. They looked just like her mother’s but had their own unique size and dimensions.

“Lovely!” Jill said as she licked her lips.

Her daughter moaned in ecstasy as she began massaging the plump mounds of flesh, squeezing them like they were stress-relievers and tweaking her nipples as if she was adjusting a radio.

“I’ve spent so many hours rubbing my pussy while imagining my lips around your sweet nipples,” Jill said as she held Ashley’s left boob with both hands.

Slowly and gently, she reached out with her tongue and dragged it across the soft flesh of her tit, just a few inches from the nipple. Ashley moaned as her mom began licking her round boobs, the sensation itself magnified over a hundred times by the taboo. She then closed her lips around the areola and sucked like a vacuum. Ashley released a high-pitched moan like the ringing of wind chimes as her mother sucked on one nipple and pinched the other. I resisted the urge to shoot my load, as Jill would switch between Ashley’s titties, using her lips and tongue to play with the erect nipples and tease her daughter.

Ashley finally moved back to the headboard of the bed and Jill suspended herself over her daughter as Ashley pulled off her skirt and revealed her panties, which were stained by her wetness. Jill pulled off her daughter’s panties, revealing the soft lips, dripping with arousal.

“Lick my pussy, Mom. Make me cum onto your tongue,” Ashley said as she massaged herself.

“Not yet, baby, first suck on my titties like you used to,” Jill moaned as she held her massive jugs up to her daughter’s face.

Ashley playfully squeezed the milf’s breasts, massaging them and pinching the nipples like her mother had done to her. Finally, Ashley raised her head and began sucking on her mom’s tits and lapping her nipples with her tongue. Jill moaned in bliss as Ashley sucked on her skin with gusto and buried her face between the two fleshy mounds.

Both mother and daughter thinking alike, Jill began rubbing her daughter’s pussy and Ashley began rubbing her mom’s. Both women moaned as their pussies became wetter and softer, countless drops of their arousal staining the blankets on the bed as the lips became more and more amendable. The girls moaned with ecstasy, but Ashley’s moan was stifled by her mom’s tits smothering her face with one of the nipples always in her mouth.

After several minutes, both women separated and began licking the other’s pussy juice off of their fingers, then Jill moved back to her daughter with her head between her legs. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” she hummed as she spread the lips of her daughter’s pussy and sent her tongue deep into Ashley’s wet insides.

Ashley moaned as her mom drank up her pussy juice and explored every corner of her hot cunt. As I watched, I wasn’t sure whether I should focus on Jill licking her daughter’s pussy, or the milf sticking her ass in the air. I just wanted to jump onto the bed, force my cock into her pussy, and hammer her so hard that she would scream into her daughter’s cunt. But I fought the urge. I wanted to see how far they would go on their own.

Ashley released an extra loud moan as she had her first lesbian orgasm, soaking her mom with her pussy juice. Jill moved up on top of her daughter and kneeled over her with her head between her knees.

“Lick it, baby, send your tongue up into your mother’s soft cunt,” Jill purred as she squeezed her tits.

Ashley grabbed her mom’s ass with both hands and forced Jill to sit on her face. The milf moaned in bliss, for Ashley didn’t just eat her pussy, she fucking DEVOURED it. I had to bend my neck so I could see Ashley, her chin and lower lip just barely showing under her mom’s ass as she sent her tongue deep into Jill’s womanhood.

Jill moaned like an opera singer as Ashley worked her middle finger into her mother’s backdoor, fucking her ass faster than I ever could with my cock. She was forcing her fingers into her anus so fast that her hand was a blur, and I started to wonder if it was actually hurting Jill. After only a few minutes, Jill had a gushing orgasm and sprayed pussy juice onto her daughter’s face and Ashley drank it all up.

Jill got off of Ashley, and as if the two family members were telepathic, their legs interlocked and they began to grind their pussies. They moved like mirror images, slamming their clams together over and over again, letting their lips rub in a sloppy wet kiss. Both mother and daughter moaned and squeezed each other’s tits, and the longer they scissored, the wetter they became. Foamy drops were spraying from between them, soaking the bed with their combined juices. I honestly couldn’t believe what I was watching.

After both cumming at the same time, the two women separated and lay side by side. With Ashley’s right leg wrapped around Jill’s left, the mother and daughter rubbed each other’s pussies while giving a mix of a moan and a whine. They writhed and gyrated their hips, at the mercy of each other’s toying. Finally, I rushed over and forced my cock into Jill’s pussy and fucked her faster and harder than ever before, unable to hold back any longer.

Jill moaned at the top of her lungs and squeezed the blankets of the bed until the veins in her wrists bulged. I turned to Ashley. “How do you like watching me fuck your mom?”

“It makes me so horny. Fuck my mom, fuck her hard and fill her with cum!” she moaned as she sucked on her fingers and rubbed her pussy.

As I hammered Jill’s cunt, Ashley masturbated to the sight. I would swing my pelvis so that I could slam her cunt with my full strength and my cock would dive into her and then swerve up, allowing it to plow into every corner. As I picked up speed, Jill had orgasm after orgasm that soaked my lap. After watching the lesbian incest, my ability to hold back an orgasm was already hindered. I let slip a single stream of cum, just enough to cause it to overflow from her stretched out pussy.

Drunk on arousal and desperate to indulge every desire I had, I pulled out my cock and then forced it up her ass so fast and hard that she screamed. With my cock lubricated by her pussy juice and my sperm, I was able to fuck her without hesitation. To stifle her mom’s moans and whines, Ashley bent over and began kissing her and forcing her tongue down Jill’s throat. I fucked Jill so hard that she couldn’t hold still, so she and her daughter often broke the connection. Because of this, their French kissing was disrupted, and they would end up licking each other’s faces and covering each other in saliva.

“Ashley, come sit on mama’s face!” Jill moaned.

Ashley eagerly obeyed, climbing on top of her and in the 69 position. She pushed her pussy down on her mom’s face and buried her own face in Jill’s cunt, trying to give me room to move. Both women began eating each other out while I fucked Jill in the ass, and after every dozen or so thrusts, I would pull out and rub my cock against Ashley’s face, prompting her to take it in her mouth. She sucked gluttonously, relishing the kinky taste of her mom’s ass, and then she would manually guide me back in, licking her lips as she watched me sodomize Jill. After a few minutes, Jill screamed and had a massive orgasm. Pussy juice and my sperm from before gushed out of her pussy and Ashley hungrily lapped it up.

“Zach, fuck her, fuck my daughter,” Jill begged.

I pulled my cock out of her asshole and climbed onto the bed as she moved to the headboard. Ashley got on her hands and knees, facing her mom and I got behind her. With one hand on her hip and the other on my tireless manhood, I pressed the head of my dick against her pussy and pushed it in. She was already so hot and wet that there was absolutely no resistance.

Ashley gave a soft moan as I pushed it in all the way to the base, pulled it out, and slammed it back in. Her low moan turned into an endless whine as I took my regular fast-paced rhythm of hammering her cunt. Jill was a few feet in front of us, rubbing her pussy as she watched.

“How do you like watching me fuck your little girl?” I asked as both women touched themselves.

“Fuck her harder, make my daughter cum and moan. Watching you fuck her is making me so hot!” she moaned.

“Yes ma’am.”

I picked up speed, causing Ashley to scream in bliss as I ravaged her sweet cunt, only stopping when she came. I followed soon after, flooding her womb with my seed. After a few seconds for us both to catch our breath, I pulled out of her. “I’m not done yet,” I said as pressed the head against her asshole.

“Zach, no!”

I ignored her cries and rammed it in, robbing her of her black cherry. Ashley released a shrill scream ass I began to pummel her tight ass. The fact that I was raping her asshole just like I had done her mom made me grin.

“Oh god, it hurts!” she screamed as I picked up speed.

“How about it, Jill? How do you like watching me ravage your daughter’s virgin ass? How do you like your daughter being defiled and violated right in front of you?”

“I love it. Her asshole must feel incredible. How do you like it, baby? He raped me just like this and I loved it.”

“Oh god, it hurts! It hurts so bad!” she tearfully screamed.

“But it feels good, doesn’t it? Having that cock stuffed up inside you? You love it.”

For the first couple minutes, Ashley took no joy in the sodomy, but before long, her arousal had returned and surpassed its former peak. “Oh god! It hurts, but it feels so good! Fuck my ass! Cum inside me!” she moaned. It seemed being an anal whore ran in the family.

She wasn’t able to say another word, for Jill had gotten on her hands and knees and had pushed her daughter’s face into her perfect ass. The only sounds now were my grunts, Jill’s moan, Ashley’s stifled whine of kinky ecstasy, and the squishing sound of my cock punishing her asshole.

After several minutes of sexual nirvana, I shot a massive load of sperm up into Ashley, causing her to cum. Exhausted, Ashley collapsed on the bed and Jill climbed on top of her. With the mother and daughter spooning, Jill turned to me. “Put that fat cock back in my pussy and fuck me!”

I looked down at my cock. Frankly, it was a miracle that I could still maintain the erection after all the fucking I had done. I had shot so much cum that my dick was seriously aching. “Come on old buddy, don’t fail me now,” I said to myself.
I spread Jill’s ass cheeks, revealing her eager pussy. I pushed it in past the soft lips and began to hammer her cunt, while still slick from her daughter’s asshole. Supposedly this caused infections in women, but that wasn’t my problem. If anything, it made Jill moan just from the initial penetration, her voice rising with my speed.

“Come on, Mom! Take that cock!” Ashley moaned as she fingered herself.

With their smooth thighs rubbing against each other and Jill’s tits against her back, Ashley couldn’t think of any words to describe the kinky forbidden horniness she was feeling. Jill also reached under her, feeling Ashley’s tits and then helping her daughter finger herself.

“Cum in my cunt! Fill my womb with your seed!” the milf moaned, reaching back and forcing her fingers up her asshole.

I grunted as I shot one massive load of cum into her pussy. As I pulled my cock out of my girlfriend’s mom’s, I felt a second wind arrive. Mounting her like a dog, I rammed my cock into Ashley’s cunt so hard that she almost screamed. I began fucking her faster than ever before, ignoring the soreness of my cock and riding Ashley as hard as possible.

“It’s your turn, baby!” Jill said as she began fingering Ashley’s semen-filled asshole.

“It hurts! I can’t take it! He’s fucking me way too hard, but it feels so good!” her daughter moaned in both pain and bliss.

Finally she had a seismic orgasm and pussy juice and cum erupted from her cunt as I shot jet after jet of sperm up inside her. After ten seconds of filling her up until she was overflowing, I dismounted her. From there we fucked like rabbits, always changing positions. At one point, I was on my back with Jill bouncing on my lap and Ashley riding my face, the two women tongue-kissing above me. Soon after, I was mounting Ashley like a dog, sodomizing her to my heart’s content, while Jill and I made out. At one point, Ashley was sucking me off while Jill smothered my face with her tits, then the two women pressed their chests together and gave me a double tit fuck.

After an hour, I stood up and tried to catch my breath. My dick ached as blood rushed in and out of the exhausted veins, keeping the sore flesh inflated. I watched as the mother and daughter into the 69 position and sucked my cum out of each other’s pussies, then they climbed off each other and they took turns drinking my cum out of each other’s backdoors.

If you think you’ve seen the sexiest thing in the history of the world, you’ve obviously never seen your blonde busty girlfriend and her blonde busty mom drink your cum out of each other’s assholes like wineglasses. They both turned to me and I knew what was next.

‘Come on, old buddy, just stay strong for one more minute,’ I mentally said to my penis as the two women climbed off the bed and got on their knees.

Jill was the first to suck my cock. She wrapped her hand around it and jacked it back to its full erect size. She licked the shaft, savoring the accumulated taste of her pussy and ass juice, the pussy and ass juice of her daughter, and my semen. She took the whole cock in her mouth and her head began to bob back and forth. As she blew me, her daughter was working her pussy with her fingers and sucking on her tits.

I put my hand on the back of her head and forced my cock down her throat. She choked and gagged on it, but I didn’t stop. I kept pushing it in further until I forced my balls (which had sufficiently shriveled up and from all the work it had done) into her mouth. With her throat completely filled with my cock and her tongue lapping at the underside of my balls, Jill’s eyes rolled back into her head as saliva overflowed from her mouth, caused by her agitated gag reflex.

After ten seconds, Jill released my cock, but first she left a thick coating of saliva all over the shaft, head, and my ball sack. Now it was Ashley’s turn, and she lapped up the saliva with gusto, savoring the taste of the delicious taboo. Like her mom, she began to deep throat me, and often times, she would take my cock out of her mouth so that she could suck on my balls.

Jill and Ashley began working together, sucking and licking my cock at the same time and letting their tongues wrap around it and touch each other. While one was blowing me, the other would roll my balls around in her mouth. After thirty seconds, they released me, pressed the sides of their faces together, and looked up at me with their mouths wide open and their tongues sticking out. I gripped my manhood and began rubbing it furiously while forming every last blob of sperm in my body into one last load.

Finally, I aimed the head at them and shot four streams. The first two globs completely covered their faces and the second pair of blasts filled their mouths. I stepped back as the sperm-filled sluts began French kissing, cumswapping the mouthfuls over and over again. They didn’t swallow it; they wanted to savor the taste while they mixed it with each other’s saliva and stirred it with their tongues.

Once they swallowed it and began to lick the cum off of each other’s faces, a wave of throbbing pain struck my manhood. With the two nymphomaniacs preoccupied, I rushed into the kitchen, flung open the freezer, grabbed a bag of frozen peas, and held them against my equipment. I exhaled a gasp as I felt instant relief. I almost expected my junk to emit the same sound as red-hot metal being dipped in water.

“Are you ok?”

I turned around and saw Ashley standing in the doorway. Her body and face had been licked clean of my cum by her mom.

“Yeah, but I’m worn out. In the words of a wise man, the spirit is willing but the flesh is spongy and bruised.”

“Yeah, I guess we were all a little too rough,” she giggled.

“It’s ok, but I’ll be out of commission for a few days. If I tried to go for another round, my dick would either fall off or the only thing that would come out would be a flag with the word BANG on it.”

“Well, I suppose me and my mom can keep each other entertained.”

“Zach, come back to bed! You can’t hog my daughter and not leave me out of the fun!”

“I got to go. If I let her near my junk again, it will turn into an all-girl threesome.”

I grabbed my shirt off of the kitchen floor and ran towards the door with the bag of frozen peas still held against my sore dick, not even caring about my pants still in Ashley’s room.

“Zach, where are you going?” Jill hollered from upstairs.

“I have to go to the college, sorry I can’t stay!” I replied as I ran out the door.

“Are you sure you don’t want a blowjob for the road?” she asked as she stepped out of the bedroom. I was already at my car.

“Why is he going to the college?” Jill asked Ashley.

“He’s going to try and find some of the local drug dealers to see if he can buy some Vicodin. We rode him a little too hard.”

“Damn.”

“What are you complaining about? Do you honestly think I’ve had enough of your pussy? Your going to have your legs spread all night long. Get back to the bedroom!” Ashley barked.

The threesome had more than altered the dynamics of their mother-daughter relationship and she was trying to figure out how much authority her mom still had over her. Jill licked her lips and turned around. As Ashley followed her to the bedroom, she slapped her mom on the ass.

“Honey, if I don’t wake up tomorrow with your tongue up my asshole, consider yourself grounded,” Jill laughed as they stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind them.

Part Four:

For three days, a sexual fire burned in the beach house. Ashley and Jill stopped going to work, Ashley even stopped going to classes. They stayed locked in at home, constantly fucking like their lives depended on it. They started their days waking up in Jill’s bed, their naked bodies intertwined, still sticky from the night before. Whoever woke up first would go down on the other. As promised, the first morning after their threesome began with Jill on her stomach, shaken from sleep by the feeling of Ashley’s tongue in her anus. She looked back, licking her lips and smiling at the sight of her daughter’s pretty face buried between her tan ass cheeks. The next morning, Ashley woke up, lying on her back, moaning as her mother sucked on her clitoris.

From there, they moved on to the kitchen, where they would eat breakfast off each other’s naked bodies. On the first morning, Ashley was up on the kitchen table, ass in the air with her face pressed down. Giggling, Jill peeled a banana and stuck it in her mouth. She spread her daughter’s ass cheeks, revealing her anus, thoroughly licked clean and loose from how much she had fingered it already. Holding Ashley’s anus wide open with her fingers, Jill began inserting the banana with her mouth. She was as careful as possible, trying not to mush it, and Ashley couldn’t help but play with herself as it was pushed inside. Once it was fully inserted, Ashley’s asshole closed and swallowed it up, making her purr in arousal.

“Ok baby, now push it out, I’m hungry.”

Jill held her mouth open against her daughter’s ass and Ashley pushed out the banana. The taste of the banana soaked in her daughter’s rectum aroused Jill beyond words and she ate it gluttonously. The next morning, Jill was hanging off the side of the table in a handstand, her ass in the air. Licking her lips, Ashley inserted a funnel into her mom’s ass and began pouring in maple syrup. Jill shuddered and hummed as she felt the cold liquid fill her up.

“Zach gave me an enema like this when raped me the second time. It was so much fun and felt so kinky.”

“Well this is even kinkier. Now get on top of me.”

Keeping her butt clenched, Jill got to her feet and Ashley lied on the floor. Her mother squatted over her face and Ashley opened her mouth with a smile. Jill spread her ass and let the syrup pour out, her daughter drinking it up like water from the Fountain of Youth. Once the stream trickled to a halt, Ashley raised her head and ran her tongue around her mother’s asshole, licking up the last few drops.

After breakfast, the mother and daughter moved to the living room. At first they would just watch TV together, barely paying attention as they fingered each other. They would slowly stir their fingers in each other’s pussies, relishing the feeling of the slippery softness and shivering from the kinky taboo of it. Once fully aroused, they would start making out, licking every corner of each other’s mouths, neither woman pulling her fingers out of the other. Then they would move down and suck on each other’s tits. Endless minutes would pass by, Jill’s lips wrapped tightly around her daughter’s pointing nipples, moving from left to right while gripping and massaging the free one. Then it would be Ashley’s turn, sucking on her mom’s breasts like a vacuum, all while Jill tickled her clitoris. They would finish by getting into the 69 position, tit-sucking each other like leaches, then of course, already in the position, they would move down and lock their lips with each other’s pussies. They would lick each other to the point of climax, squirting in each other’s faces and drinking in every delicious drop of each other’s essence. After lunch, they would scissor for hours, and then after ordering takeout for dinner, they would fuck in bed until passing out.

On the evening of the third night, Jill and Ashley were in their shared room. While naked, they weren’t having sex for once. In Jill’s arms was a box of dildos, vibrators, and an assortment of other sex toys, just delivered that day. As Jill unwrapped them like a child on Christmas morning, Ashley was making room in the bureau by the bed.

“Oh-ho, look at the size of these anal beads!” Jill exclaimed, revealing a chain of glass spheres, each one the size of a ping-pong ball.

“Nice! That’s going to feel so good going in and coming out!” Ashley laughed.

“Get your ass ready, baby, I’m going to yank it like a lawnmower cord.”

“Likewise, then you get to suck it clean,” Ashley replied, kissing Jill on the cheek.

“Oh damn it, looks like they forgot to pack one. Well, it’ll probably be delivered tomorrow.”

With all the toys unwrapped, they put them back in the box and stashed it in the bottom drawer, though as they tried to close it, it jammed. Ashley shook and pushed, but the drawer wouldn’t budge.

“Shit, this drawer is always a pain. You really need to shove,” said Jill.

The two women teamed up, pushing against the drawer with their tits jiggling. Finally, the drawer broke free of the catch and slammed shut. The bureau shook, and above them, an antique bottle of perfume was knocked over. The faulty top popped off and the fetid liquid spilled across Jill’s head. At that moment, both Jill and Ashley squealed in disgust as the horrible odor assailed them.

“Go! Go!” Ashley shrieked, sending Jill running to the bathroom and into the shower.

Keeping her nose plugged with one hand, Ashley grabbed some paper towels from the kitchen and began cleaning up the mess. Jill had once told her about the bottle, a wedding present from before Ashley was born. Jill’s grandmother would wear it church every Sunday, much to Jill’s anguish. A little squirt was rancid, and even after all these years, to be splashed with it was on par with getting skunked.

In the bathroom, Jill was scrubbing her scalp and back near to the point of bleeding, even considering shaving her head if the stink didn’t come out. After several minutes of work, Ashley managed to clean up the mess and the stench was already fading. That bottle hadn’t been opened in almost two decades, so much of the potency had been lost to time. She gave a sigh of relief, glad that catastrophe had been mostly avoided, but with the perfume issue now taken care of, her thoughts drifted to her mom. Right now Jill was probably lathering her body with soap, scrubbing herself clean with the water running down her curves. The more she thought about it, the more turned on she was getting. She switched her gaze to the troublesome drawer. Maybe now would be a good chance to test out one of those sex toys.

With enough soap and shampoo, Jill was sure she had cleaned herself of the disgusting perfume. About to turn off the shower, she smiled as she heard Ashley get into the shower behind her.

“Checking up on me?”

Ashley leaned against her, pressing her breasts against her mother’s back and sliding her hand between her legs. “I just wanted to make sure you cleaned off all of that nasty perfume, maybe scrub you down a little.”

“Well go ahead and clean me off, I’m a dirty slut of a mother after all.”

Ashley retrieved the nearby bar of soap and began sweeping it across Jill’s stomach, gathering up suds in her hand and then rubbing it against her pussy. Jill hummed in bliss and bit her lip, feeling her daughter’s fingers stir inside her. The soap was like lubricant, allowing her to slide the digits in and out effortlessly. After a minute or so, she moved her soapy hands up and began massaging her breasts. Jill gave a soft moan as Ashley groped her, letting the orbs of flesh slide out of her grip again and again. The slipperiness of the soap only increased the intensity of the sensation, the feeling of Ashley’s hands gliding like oil across her smooth skin feeling so good that she could almost cum just from that bit of stimulation. Behind her, Ashley was enjoying it just as much, relishing the feel of her mom’s gigantic tits in her hand, knowing that she got to play with them as much as she wanted. She had spent hours sucking on her breasts these past few days, but she would never tire of them.

Soon enough, they decided to change positions. Jill turned around, and with her chest soapy, she pressed herself against Ashley. The two beautiful blondes began to kiss, their tongues wrapping around each other like mating snakes. Down below, their tits were doing the same, the two pairs of mountains rubbing against each other, their erect nipples fencing like swords. Even lower, they were straddling each other’s thighs, Ashley rubbing her slit against Jill’s leg and vise versa. The longer they kissed, the more turned on they got, beginning the whine through their joined lips as the stimulation grew and grew. Before long, they had stopped kissing and were just moaning as they grinded against each other, changing the angles so the lips of their pussies could kiss instead. With water pouring down their soapy tits and between their flat stomachs, both mother and daughter shared a simultaneous orgasm.

They separated and Ashley got on her knees, wanting to again taste her mother. With Jill’s pussy now wiped clean of the soap, Ashley did not hesitate to bury her face between the shaven lips. Jill moaned in euphoria, even raising her leg so that her daughter could send her tongue deeper in. Ashley tried to keep her eyes open, watching the water pour from Jill’s tits and splash her face or run down her smooth belly and into her mouth.

After getting her fill of pussy, Ashley had Jill turn around. The blonde milf did as told and turned into the spray, her back to Ashley. As expected, Ashley spread Jill’s ass cheeks and sent her tongue up into her asshole. Jill purred, never getting used to the sensation of her daughter sodomizing her with her tongue. With Jill’s ass smothering her face, Ashley reached out of the shower and retrieved the sex toy on the floor outside.

Jill yelped as she felt it pushed inside her, one head of a double-ended dildo. The toy was well made, almost sixteen inches long and made of a strong yet flexible rubber, and of course ribbed for the user’s (or users’) pleasure. Ashley began thrusting it into Jill, making her mother moan while she continued to suck on her asshole. Being both dildo and tongue-fucked, Jill was on Cloud 9, wanting to never get out of the shower.

Wanting a little self-abuse, Ashley pulled her tongue from Jill and began to deep throat the dildo, wishing that it was a real cock. Keeping her head stationary, she continued to jack the dildo with her arm, skull-fucking herself with one end while violating her mother’s slit with the other. The whole time, her eyes never left Jill’s asshole. Even after penetrating its recesses with her tongue, she wanted to play with it more.

“Come on, baby, let’s move to the bedroom and really take this thing for a spin,” said Jill.

She removed the dildo and she and Ashley stepped out the shower. Still soaking wet, they climbed onto the bed and each began sucking on the dildo. Jill took the end that Ashley had originally been sucking on, licking off her daughter’s saliva, while Ashley took the end she had fucked Jill with, licking off her mom’s sexual essence. Once both ends were slippery with spit, they brought their bodies together and each inserted one end into their pussies. Getting into position as if to scissor, they began moving back and forth, fucking themselves and each other.

Their moans were immediate, the two of them trying to keep the toy itself from moving as they rammed themselves on it, their legs interlocked. The toy seemingly disappeared between them, only the very middle becoming visible when they pulled back, only to again push themselves back together and let their pussies kiss around it.

“Oh god, mom! That feels so good!” Ashley moaned as she reached out and gripped Jill’s left tit.

“I know, baby! I love it too!” she replied as she grabbed Ashley’s right.

Like before, they shared a simultaneous orgasm, squirting on each other like a pair of Super Soakers. As if reading each other’s minds, they immediately changed positions, removing the dildo and getting on their hands and knees. They reinserted, this time into their assholes, and pushed inside until their rear ends were touching. They were both panting from the sodomy, as well as the sensation of their bodies pressed together. Like mirror images of each other, they both leaned forward, exposing the dildo but without letting it fall out of either of them, then, after taking a deep breath, they both forced themselves onto the ends, not stopping until their asses met.

From there, they moved back and forth in perfect rhythm, exposing the dildo and then bringing themselves back together. The house was filled with the sounds of their moans and the clapping of their asses. With each collision, their rear ends would collide and ripple, their tan flesh jiggling like jello. Their melon-sized breasts rocked back and forth, swinging like chandeliers. For the two of them, the sexiness of the moment was beyond description, mother and daughter butt-fucking each other with a double-ended dildo, their asses clapping and rubbing together. The taboo of it was mind-blowing. Sometimes, one of them would clamp down on the dildo, holding it tight with their rectal muscles. From there, they would ram themselves back against the other with more force, sodomizing them without mercy and dominating them.

“Yes mama! Fuck me harder! Fuck my asshole!” Ashley screamed.

“Fuck me too, baby! Be a good girl and wreck my asshole with this big rubber cock!”

They moaned obscenities at each other, desperate for any way to further heighten the experience.

Taking control, Jill wrapped her legs around Ashley and rolled them both onto their backs. Then, without taking the dildo out of her asshole, Jill climbed on top of her. With her daughter’s legs held back, knees to chest, Jill got into a crouch and began bob her ass up and down, holding the toy stationary in her asshole and using it to butt-fuck Ashley with full control.

“You like that, baby? You like getting your ass pounded by your mom?”

“I love it! Harder! Harder!”

Jill increased the strength of her thrusts, the toy sliding between their assholes as she dropped her full weight on Ashley. They could both feel it approaching, their final orgasm. They let it wash over them, the bliss of an incestuous sodomy-induced climax. They sprayed each other with their juices as they had again and again, and both completely exhausted, Jill fell back and the two women passed out, the dildo still deep inside their assholes.

A loud knocking on the front door awoke Jill, still naked and with her anus stretched around the dildo. She then heard tires screeching on pavement and a heavy vehicle retreating from her driveway. That must have been the UPS truck she had heard. Glad that she didn’t have to put on clothes, she went to the door and retrieved the delivered package. Opening up the box in the kitchen, she grinned and licked her lips. The lost toy from yesterday had arrived, and Jill couldn’t wait to use it on Ashley. But until then, she wanted to sleep in a bit more. She returned to the bedroom and hid the toy for later, then crawled into bed for some naked spooning.

This time it was Ashley who opened the door in response to the sound of knocking. Annoyed that someone had interrupted TV and fingering time for her and Jill, she pulled on a bathrobe and answered the door. A wide smile crossed her face when she saw me.

“I’m back, baby,” I said with a hungry grin.

“Zach!” Ashley shrieked, jumping up and wrapping her arms and legs around me like a straightjacket.

“I’m back to 100% and I’m ready to have some fun,” I said, holding her and kissing her cheek.

She stepped down and pulled me inside. “Mom, Zach’s back!”

Looking into the living room, I saw Jill get up from the couch and strode over, completely naked and with a sultry smirk, hips swinging and breasts jiggling with every step.

“So, the man returns. We’ve been waiting for you to come back. Any longer, and we would have gone out to find someone to give us the hard cock we wanted. Dildos and fingers only work so well.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll leave you thoroughly satisfied.”

Jill then leaned over and kissed me, her tongue passing my lips the moment that contact was made. Ashley watched us eagerly, getting turned on by her boyfriend and naked mother making out.

Jill then pulled away and looked at us both. “Give me a minute, there is something I need to set up in the bedroom.”

She departed to the bedroom, both Ashley and I staring at her tan ass like a heart-shaped peach.

“I hope you didn’t rub one out before you came here. I want to be completely drenched in cum,” Ashley purred, grabbing my crotch as if trying to measure how much semen I had.

“Don’t worry, I got plenty for the both of you. It seems like you and Jill have been having fun these past few days.”

“There’s nothing like a little mother-daughter bonding time.”

“Zach, Ash, you can come in now!”

Hearing Jill’s voice echo from the bedroom, we moved down the hall, Ashley licking her lips and me sporting a proud erection. Ashley opened the door and gained an ecstatic grin, but I, on the other hand, felt my whole body tense up as if I were inches from a wasp nest. Jill was standing by the bed, wearing a large purple strap-on. My instincts were telling me to watch my back from this point forward, while I tried to gauge the size of the dildo in comparison to my own manhood.

“Jill, don’t even think of coming near me with that thing.”

“Oh, don’t worry, this isn’t for you. This is for double-teaming my daughter. Come on, baby, come give this thing some love.”

Licking her lips, Ashley removed her bathrobe and strode over to Jill. She got on her knees, and having no reason to hesitate, took the toy in her mouth. Jill hummed in bliss, as if she could actually feel her daughter’s tongue. Looking down over her breasts, she watched Ashley’s head bob back and forth, showing the toy as much enthusiasm as she would my own dick.

“That’s right, baby. Be a good girl and suck that cock,” Jill purred, rubbing the top of Ashley’s head.

I watched with precum now dripping into my pants as Jill grabbed Ashley’s head and held her still, forcing the dildo deeper into her mouth. Ashley gave in, not showing the slightest resistance as her gag reflex was taunted. A few tears fell from her eyes as the toy was stuffed into her throat, while saliva dripped from her lips and slicked her breasts. Jill then pulled back, letting Ashley catch her breath. Deciding I wanted to get in on the action, I removed my clothes and walked over, hefting my cock in Ashley’s face. She lovingly began to suck on it, while rubbing the dildo with her hand as if it were real.

Like Jill, I held Ashley still and forced myself down her throat, choking her with my manhood and coaxing her gag reflex to make her mouth water. She welcomed the rough treatment, even when I pulled out my cock and wiped it across her face. Using her saliva as lubricant, she started jacking me off while she turned to Jill. She opened her mouth and allowed her mom to bounce the dildo on her outstretched tongue, then resumed sucking on it. This continued on for a couple minutes, Ashley switching back and forth between my schlong and the rubber toy.

I soon stepped back, inviting Jill to take the initiative with Ashley. Ashley crawled onto the bed and lied back, spreading her legs wide. The dildo swinging between her thighs, Jill got on all fours and ran her tongue through her daughter’s slit, just to make sure she was wet and slick, as well as to get the taste of her sensual essence. She then moved up, trying to guide the dildo into Ashley.

‘Damn, how the hell do men work this thing?’ she thought.

She finally got it in, making Ashley shudder as her mother penetrated her with the rubber phallus. Once again, it took her several moments to figure out how to properly move, but soon enough, she started thrusting into Ashley. I watched, hypnotized by the erotic sight, as Jill leaned against Ashley, their melon-sized tits pressed together with areolas kissing, Ashley moaning as Jill swung her body, her sexy ass jiggling like a gift from god with a strap of the harness nestled between her cheeks.

“You like that, baby? You like getting fucked by your mom?” Jill panted.

“It feels so good! Harder, mama, harder!”

Regretfully, Jill couldn’t reach the bar I had set, meaning it was time for me to step in.

“Here, I’ll show you how it’s done,” I said, cutting in between Jill and Ashley.

Jill lied back, watching as I penetrated Ashley and began fucking her with the skill and power earned from years of practice. She licked her lips as her daughter got fucked, getting as much joy from watching it as from doing it. Having gone three days without sex, I was relishing the feel of Ashley’s snatch around my manhood, the soft warmth of it, the wet tightness, the way she sucked me in like a vacuum cleaner hungry for my seed. I worked my tongue around in her mouth and groped her tits as I moved, making her moan in bliss. After a few minutes, she had her first orgasm, spraying me with clear liquid. Time for Jill to tag in.

“Ok, let me try this again.”

I moved aside and let Jill get ahold of Ashley. Instead of maintaining the missionary position, Jill moved her daughter onto her hands and knees and mounted her like a dog. Grabbing Ashley by the hips, she started thrusting with brutal strength, both women’s bodies jiggling with each impact.

“Oh god, that feels so good!” Ashley moaned, face to the bed and arms stretched out in front of her.

“Come on, baby, take that cock!”

Refusing to let her daughter rest, Jill grabbed Ashley’s hair and pulled, forcing her back onto all fours. Having caught my breath and replenished my stamina, I took some time to enjoy the beautify of the scene, of the ripples moving through Ashley’s ass with each thrust, and how the two women’s breasts bounced and swung as if obeying their own laws of physics. I moved to the other side of the bed, getting to see both of them from the front. Ashley’s eyes had rolled back into her head and she was panting like a dog with her tongue sticking out, moaning in euphoria from the defilement. Behind her, tits bouncing, Jill was biting her lip, almost looking angry, as if rather than moan in happiness, she wanted to hear Ashley cry in pain and humiliation from the hard fucking.

She leaned over and stuck her fingers in Ashley’s mouth, holding it open like she was at the dentist. She looked up at me. “Come on, Zach, skull-fuck my slut daughter.”

Not needing to be told, I jammed my cock into Ashley’s mouth and wrapped her hair around my fingers, getting a firm hold on her as I fucked her like a fleshlight. Hearing her daughter gargle and choke on my manhood, Jill licked her lips and leaned back, returning her hands to Ashley’s hips and increasing the strength of her thrusts. Every time Jill would thrust, Ashley would be pushed forward and my cock would be sent farther down her throat, then a countering thrust from me would push Ashley back onto the dildo. While this move is normally performed in a threesome consisting of two men, I would call this “wobbly H” (as it is called in the urban dictionary) the best in the world.

Ashley soon had her second orgasm, telling us it was time to change positions. Jill eagerly got out of the strap-on harness, allowing Ashley to put it on. She pushed Jill onto her side and got behind her, as if spooning. Lifting Jill’s leg, she inserted the toy with surprising ease, then began to thrust.

“That’s right, baby! Be a good girl and give it me!” Jill moaned as her daughter penetrated her.

I watched for the first couple minutes as Ashley fucked her mom, actually proud of how well she was using the toy. Feeling left out, I lied down behind her, lifted her leg, and moved the strap of the harness in her asscrack to the side so that I force myself inside her anus. Even without lubrication, Ashley’s back door had taken enough abuse for me to slide in easily, forming an airtight seal around my manhood. Ashley shuddered, having missed the sensation of being sodomized by a real cock. Now I was able to take control, thrusting in Ashley and forcing her forward so that the dildo was forced deeper into Jill. The two women moaned as I worked, and with my free hand, I took turns fondling their breasts. It was like I was wearing Ashley as a human condom to fuck Jill, controlling her body with my own thrusts.

Soon enough, though, I got bored, unable to move properly while on my side. I pulled Ashley from Jill, my cock never leaving her asshole, and got her onto my lap. Now in the reverse cowgirl position, I was able to start bucking my hips and ravaging her like a machine. Ashley moaned from the anal abuse, the strap-on bobbing and swinging every time I dropped her onto my lap. Jill crawled over, first taking a few moments to suck the toy clean of her own essence. With Ashley bouncing on my lap, she need only to hold her head still and let the dildo move in her mouth like a piston. Getting it slick with her saliva, she stood up on the bed and turned her back to us. I stopped moving so that she could settle her ass down on the dildo, while holding herself up by pushing off the headboard to create room.

I resumed moving once Jill was penetrated, once more using my thrusts to move Ashley. I would throw my body upwards, burying myself balls-deep in Ashley’s rectum, and like a domino, that force would be transferred to Ashley and she would be pushed up, burying the dildo deeper in her mother’s anus. The two women moaned beautifully, experiencing the true epitome of erotic taboo. This time, it was Jill to have the first orgasm, screaming like a murder victim and rubbing her clit as she sprayed like a fountain, managing to even wet the ceiling. She fell off Ashley and Ashley moved off me. We crowded around Jill, and like her daughter, she instinctively began sucking us off. On the dildo was the taste of her own ass, and on my cock, the taste of her daughter’s ass. She sucked gluttonously, switching back and forth between them with the free phallus dripping her saliva onto her face.

The two women moved back to the headboard, Ashley on her back with Jill on top of her. She shuddered as the toy spread the lips of her pussy, and with her ass pointed to me, I knew what she wanted. Jill leaned over, locking lips with her daughter and pressing their breasts together. Ashley, starting to figure out how to really work the dildo, began thrusting upwards, using the springs of the mattress to enhance her movements. I watched for a few moments, then, of course, I grabbed Jill by the hips and rammed my cock inside her asshole. She cried out from the sudden penetration, but she loved it beyond words.

“Oh yes! I’ve always wanted to get double-teamed like this!”

With Jill bent over, I was able to be as brutal as I wanted. I threw my body against her again and again, using all my weight. As hardcore as she was, not even Jill could handle my thrusts, her moans laced with cries of pain from the cruel sodomy, but the fact that it was hurting her just turned Ashley and I on more.

“Zach, you’re being to rough! You’re going to split me open!”

“Fine, then I’ll just fuck your pussy instead.”

Grabbing Jill, I pulled her off the strap-on and flipped her onto her back. Ashley hurriedly inserted the dildo into her mother’s ass, while I forced myself into her slit, still lubricated from her back door. Jill winced from the penetration, knowing that ass-to-pussy sex was dangerous, but the disgust she felt only turned her on. I resumed my thrusts, now able to send my tongue into her mouth. She kissed me ravenously, and even chewed on my ear when I pulled my lips from hers and made out with Ashley.

“Shit, I’m going to cum,” I grunted.

“Pour it all in me!” Jill begged.

Before she could repeat her plea, I exploded in her pussy, pumping her full of my seed. Jill moaned in happiness, relishing the sensation of semen dripping from her cunt. I pulled out of Jill, temporarily placid, and she moved to the side, careful not to let my white chocolate spill out of her.

“Come on, Ashley, come clean me up like a good daughter,” she purred.

Licking her lips, Ashley crawled over and began slurping my cum out of Jill’s flower, making her mother moan. Once she had drunk up every last sperm, she removed the strap-on, hungry for a cream pie of her own. She got down on all fours, head lowered, shaking her ass at me. Jill kneeled beside her, running her tongue around Ashley’s asshole while working her fingers in her slit. She looked at me, spitting on her daughter’s asshole and spreading the lips of Ashley’s pussy to show me her pink insides.

“Doesn’t my baby girl have the prettiest pussy in the whole world? It’s just begging to be stretched by a thick cock. Give her a nice white filling.”

I grinned and moved over to her, having regained my erection. I mounted Ashley and began riding her, bringing myself to that perfect rhythm that made her moan like an opera singer and her ass ripple like ballistics gel. Jill continued to run her tongue around her daughter’s asshole, even working some fingers in. Soon enough, she moved back and let Ashley continue to eat her out, the nymphomaniac digging with her tongue for any cum she missed in her mother’s pussy. Damn, I wish I had my phone with me. This really needed to be recorded.

Within a couple minutes, I had my second orgasm, filling up Ashley just like she wanted. Jill crawled back over to me as I pulled out and took my flaccid cock in her mouth, savoring the taste of cum and pussy juice. Being swirled around the milf’s mouth, my manhood regained its rigidity, and seeing that I was ready, she again spat on her daughter’s asshole and helped guide me in.

“Oh yes!” Ashley moaned from the sudden sodomy.

Remaining in doggy-style, I went back up to maximum speed, brutalizing Ashley’s rectum like an underage sex slave. While I worked, Jill maneuvered herself under me, and after toying with the idea of giving me a hard prostate prod, managed to work her head between Ashley’s legs with her pussy above her face. It was a bit difficult to move now with Jill under me, but I didn’t want to deprive her of the bliss of drinking my cum out of her daughter’s pussy. Feeling her mom’s lips to her cunt and my cock ravaging her asshole, Ashley was in heaven. She didn’t want this day to end.

For hours, we changed positions like wrestlers, going through every combination we could think of. Over and over again, the strap-on would come into play as Jill or Ashley would be double-teamed, along with all the other toys they had bought.

I watched with a smile as Jill and Ashley fucked each other with the double-ended dildo as if they were scissoring. Their breasts moved beautifully as they threw themselves against it, the two of them moaning at the top of their lungs. The only thing better was the feel of Ashley’s tongue on my ball sack as I tea-bagged her. Jill had just finished sucking my balls and now it was her daughter’s turn.

Ashley was on top of me, the head of my cock slamming against the entrance to her womb, while above her, Jill was crouching on the bed, sodomizing her daughter with the strap-on. It seemed she loved getting double-teamed as much as her mom did. Minutes later, she had her back to me, her ass wrapped around my cock, and Jill was punishing her cunt with the dildo, taking the opportunity to make out with Ashley.

Ashley was gagged and blindfolded, her wrists and ankles tied to the corners of the bed. She screamed through her gag in bliss, relishing the sexual torture. She had clips on her nipples and Jill was tormenting her with a large “neck massager”, setting it at the maximum level and resting it on her daughter’s clitoris. She writhed and pulled against her restraints, the buzzing of the toy pushing her infinitely close to orgasm, but just shy of the threshold, driving her wild.

POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!

I yanked out her anal beads, managing to push her over the edge. With that last stimulation, she sprayed like a garden hose, having one of the best orgasms of her life.

I was lying back against the headboard, Jill sucking me off. She writhed and whimpered, struggling to focus on pleasuring me as Ashley fisted her. She was buried wrist-deep in her mother’s asshole and cunt, a sadistic grin on her face as she pumped her arms like pistons. She pulled both hands out, slick with juices, and started licking them clean. Jill was gaping like a seasoned whore, and deciding to join her, Ashley crawled over and started using her tongue to play with my balls while Jill rolled my cock around her mouth. As they worked together, Ashley smacked her mom’s ass and worked her hand back into Jill’s stretched anus. Jill matched her daughter, working her fingers into Ashley’s asshole one at a time until she was able to slide her whole fist in.

At that moment, I felt like a king, watching a sexy mother and daughter gobble on my cock while they fisted each other. Life was good.

Oh my god, life was hell. I had been fucking for so long that I felt like my dick was going to fall off. I was about to keel over from exhaustion. In contrast, Ashley and Jill seemed like they could go for another six hours without stopping. Jill was lying on top of Ashley, sucking on her daughter’s tongue, and I was standing by the bed, trying to gather up what little strength I had.

“Come on, Zach, put it between us!” Ashley said.

Wanting nothing more than to go home and pass out with an ice pack on my crotch, I shakily nodded and walked over to the bed. Jill and Ashley spread their legs, allowing me to slide my chaffing cock between their slippery pussies. I began thrusting, sliding it against the two pairs of lips.

“Faster!” both women screamed, their nipples kissing.

I barely even felt my final orgasm, spraying every last sperm across Jill and Ashley’s chests. The two women separated from me and licked the cum off each other’s tits. I’m glad that was the last thing I saw before I passed out.

I woke up with a throbbing headache, probably from when I lost consciousness and dropped to the floor like a chopped tree. My whole body was sore and I was barely lucid. I was on my stomach, lying on the bed. Hell, I could tell that just from the smell of bodily fluids staining the sheets. Wait, I couldn’t move my limbs. I raised my head, realizing my wrists were bound to the corners of the bed, same as my ankles. What the hell was going on?

“You passed out after cumming, just like a typical man.”

I heard Jill’s voice, but I couldn’t see her.

“But we’re still horny and rearing to go,” said Ashley, somewhere in the room like Jill.

Jill stepped into my field of vision, wearing the strap-on. “Don’t think the fun is over yet.”

“Jill, what are you doing?”

She laughed and moved back out of view. I felt her crawl up onto the bed.

“Jill, don’t!”

“Haven’t you learned yet? You don’t get to say no to me.”

“Jill! No! No! No! NONONONONO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Down the street, a UPS driver looked up from the mailbox he had just closed. He could have sworn he just heard a scream.

The End

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Faoril the mage conducts a dangerous ritual to summon three spirits to harvest sexual energy from. Meanwhile, Xera the elf learns there are delights to be found in human lands in the form of a lactating serving girl.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Two: Magic’s Clash
Chapter Three: Wicked Conjurings
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Journeyman Mage Faoril – Esh-Esh, The Magery of Thosi

I strolled through the docks of Esh-Esh, the cool breeze blowing in off Lake Esh. The blue waters sparkled as the wind rippled waves across the surface. The smaller boats of fisherman with their triangular, ribbed sails bobbed in the waves churned by the larger merchant boats that sailed up the Roytin River from the Free City of Raratha. Only one ship anchored at the docks was different. The Crystal Ship of the Magery Council.

My eyes went from the amethyst ship out to the lake. I tried to see the Island, but it was too far from shore to be visible, lost in the center of the large lake. I tried not to tremble. The test would be held out on the Island.

I turned away. My business was with the merchants, not on trying to see the Island. I needed chalk, and not just any chalk, but the black chalk found only in the Azi Wasteland. There would be at least one merchant that sold the rare rock. Black chalk was only useful to the Mages of Thosi.

The test to become a Master Mage was only a week away. Last night, in a pathetic attempt to sleep, it occurred to me that if I had a potent source of cum to power my magic during the test, my spells would be all the more powerful. For a female mage, cum powered our magic. It was such a vital energy. But not all cum was made equal. Some was far more potent and others were better suited for one element of magic.

I wanted to make sure I passed. Seven of us were taking the test and only three of us would become Master Mages. Failure would mean a year waiting again if I was even allowed to retake it. Often, a single failure was enough for the Council to deny you permission to retake the test in favor of the next class of journeyman mages.

That wouldn’t happen to me. I would achieve the rank of master mage. I had the skills. I just had to prove them.

My red robes marked me for a Journeyman Mage. The crowd parted for me. Even a journeyman was worthy of respect in the Magery of Thosi. In a country ruled by the council, even junior members were worth currying favor and cultivating business with. Merchants called to me, boasting of the exotic items they possessed, the perfect ingredients for various rituals and spells.

I ignored their words and examined their wares. Stall after stall was a disappointment. Surely someone had black chalk. I moved out from the docks, working through the aisle of stalls. The reek of garbage and rotting fish assaulted my nose. I missed the austerity of the Collegiate Tower.

The Tower rose like an ivory pillar reaching for the sky over the city of Esh-Esh. At its tip, the Beacon burned golden, sending protective spells across the city. At night, the beacon burned brighter than the full moon, painting even the roughest neighborhood of Esh-Esh in golden hues. It was a symbol of knowledge and progress for the world. Here, differences of race, gender, and nationalities were set aside. All were welcome to be enlightened by true knowledge and set free of the shackles of the past.

Thanks to my studies, the very powers of creation, the five elemental forces, were at my fingertip. The cum I swallowed from my simulacrum this morning blazed like a fire in my stomach, available to be used to manipulate the world around me. I could conjure flames, summon winds, precipitate water, move earth, and even enhance life. To me, the world was malleable and infinitely reshapable so long as I had the energy and the understanding.

Magic, unlike the divine powers of priests and paladins or witchcraft that cajoled or bound natural spirits, required the mage to provide the power. I didn’t have a god gifting me a part of his or hers divine essence or a primal spirit to manipulate the world around me, I had to provide the energy myself. And that was dangerous. If I used my own reserves, I would quickly grow fatigued.

That was why I carried vials of cum with me, each magically preserved to stay fresh. For male mages, they had to use female juices. But the results were the same—we had a vital power source we could burn instead of our own. And, thanks to our training, I doubt I could even use my life force after my conditioning.

Apprentice Mages were trained harshly to ignore their own life force.

I stopped before a stall and sighed in relief. Finally, a chalk merchant. I stepped up, my eyes scanning. A greasy-haired Atholosian man stood on the other side. I wrinkled my nose at the sour scent and tried not to stare at the tangled mess of silver hair caked with grime on his head.

“Mistress mage,” he bowed, his teeth crooked and yellow. “What can I interest you on this fine day?”

“Black chalk,” I said. “Do you have any?”

“I do indeed, Mistress, the finest black chalk from the Azian quarries.”

He turned around and pulled a felt lined tray covered in various chunks of black chalk. They were rough cut, not the precisely shaped sticks used in classrooms. I picked one up, squeezing it in my hand. The chalk didn’t crumble. My thumb ran across the black surface; I smiled at the dark smear left behind on my skin. I brought it to my mouth and tasted it.

My mouth grew dry as I licked the chalky dust. I spat to the side. “Very pure.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t bring any cheap chalk to Esh-Esh.” He rubbed his pale-red hands together. “A gold torch for one.”

“A gold torch?” I asked, arching my eyebrow. A torch was the largest coin. I could buy a week at the finest inn with the most extravagant meals for that amount. “This is only worth five silver waves.”

“You try to cheat me,” he gasped. “Five silver waves? Would you like to bleed me dry?”

Five silver waves was half the cost of a gold torch, and I thought the price more than fair for a piece of black chalk. I folded my arms. “Fine. Six silver waves.”

“Nine. I have seven children to feed back in Athlos. You wouldn’t make beggars of my children by impoverishing their father.”

I licked my lips. Could I afford to part with nine silver waves? I wouldn’t have much left of my stipend. “Eight,” I answered. “No more. If you don’t like it, I can find another merchant. And then your children wouldn’t get any money.”

“So cruel,” he groaned. “Eight. For my poor children.”

I smiled. I highly doubted there was a woman in the world that would touch this man if he hadn’t paid her first. I reached into my robes and pulled out a purse stitched with arcane symbols. Not too many pickpockets would risk stealing from a mage, but if one did, they would regret it. I opened it up and pulled out a golden flame, the coin glinting in the sunlight.

I took my chalk, wrapped in cloth, and my change, then hurried back to the Collegiate Tower. I was eager to cast my summoning and gather the cum I needed. The farther I made it from the docks, the nicer Esh-Esh grew. The revolting smells of the docks gave way to the scents of fresh bed, spices, and flowers as the streets grew more respectable. I passed through fountained squares, the water enchanted into exciting colors or intoxicating scents.

I strolled into the Collegiate Tower and began to climb the stairs that spiraled up the center, passing young students in their blue robes and the occasional master in his black. On the twenty-ninth floor, I found an empty summoning room. It was a plain room made of the same white granite as the rest of the tower. The floor was bare and the door was very sturdy.

Before I closed the door, my friend and roommate Saoria strolled in. “What are you up to?” she asked, her blue eyes glinting. “Showing off before the test.”

“Getting the most potent cum I can,” I answered. “Are you staying? I’m about to seal the room.”

“Oh, I’ll stay,” she smiled.

Like me, she was a journeyman mage about to take the test. A silver ring glinted on her eyebrow as I conjured a yellow orb and hung it on the ceiling to shed light. Her heavy breasts rose beneath her robes—she was far more endowed then me. We were both Thosians, though her brown hair was darker and longer than mine. I preferred to keep mine short. Saoria had the sort of body that men, and more than a few women, found irresistible.

Even I enjoyed playing with her charms.

With earth magic, I sealed the door. The granite stone that formed the walls flowed like water and covered up the door. No summonings were allowed to happen in the Collegiate Tower without this precaution. It kept anyone from blundering in and an inopportune moment as well as trapping anything in here in case the summoning was botched.

For a mage of my skill, it was more of a formality. I was no apprentice about to summon her first spirit or elemental. I had done this a hundred times. From my pocket, I produced the black chalk and unwrapped it.

“What are you summoning?” gasped Saoria.

“Lemures,” I answered.

Saoria’s eyebrows furrowed. “Oh, you are really trying to overachieve if you plan on using their cum in the test.”

A lemure, an angry spirit of a dead mortal, had potent, supernatural cum. It was easily four times the potency of a human’s. Very few other types of cum were more powerful, and those usually involved strong monsters that you would have to expend more energy on subduing then you would receive from their cum.

“I plan on passing,” I told her as I inscribed the summoning circle.

The circle had to be nearly perfect. I drew a large circle across the smooth floor. Saoria leaned against the wall, her arms folded beneath her breasts as she watched. She would let me know if I made any mistakes—I wouldn’t. After I had drawn the circle, I formed the five-pointed star in the area circumscribed by the black, the tip pointing south. In each triangular arm of the star, I wrote the arcane name for the five elements.

“Are you sure you can handle them?” Saoria asked.

“Yes,” I said, waving a dismissive hand at her. “Lemures aren’t that bad. You just need to be firm with them. And once I manipulate their cocks, well, they’ll be much less angry.”

A grin crossed Saoria’s face. “Well, you may have a point there. Even the spirit of a dead man likes cumming.”

I finished the circle and stepped back. I wrapped up the black chalk and slipped it into my pocket. From another, I pulled out three glass vials with leather stoppers and set them carefully on the ground. I wanted more than enough for the test. I produced a vial full of simulacrum seed and swallowed the salty cum. It was still warm, preserved by the enchantments on the vial. I swirled it through my mouth before swallowing, a hot flush shooting through me.

Every time I swallowed cum it excited me. You had to be a cumslut to be a female mage.

Power churned inside me. I sent the energy out into the magic circle. A black light glowed from it, sucking in shadows instead of producing them. It was anti-light. The room chilled as the circle reached into the Astral Realm.

My heart thudded in my chest. A wrong move here could cause me to summon a far more dangerous spirit, like a banshee or a nightshade. There were dangerous things that prowled through the Astral Realm, the domain of the dead, spirits, and the Gods.

I chanted in the arcane tongue, the strange words rolling off my lips with ease. Unlike manipulating the elements, summing required words to reach out into the Astral Realm and beckon the entities I desired. The room shook. The unlight grew brighter. My shadow seemed to fall towards the inverse glow. The Realm pulled at me. I stood firm, fighting against being drawn into the circle.

Saoria shivered as a mournful wail echoed through the room. Mist swirled in the circle, black as midnight. Eyes appeared, glowing red. I chanted louder, directing my words at the eyes. Power lashed out of me and into the circle. The unlight burned dark. My shadow tugged at the soles of my feet as it. I fought against the pull.

The arcane words chained the eyes and pulled them into our world. The mist grew dense, swirling and forming into three bodies. They were gangly, long arms and ending in sharp claws that seemed far more solid than the rest of their foggy bodies. They hissed and chittered, slamming at the edge of the circle.

My chants died down. The unlight vanished. The connection with the Astral Realm severed. Three Lemures swirled in the circle, bound by its perimeter. They howled their fury, slamming into the boundary circumscribed by my careful preparation.

“How are you getting the cum?” Saoria asked.

“By letting them enjoy my body,” I smiled as I slipped off my robe and carefully folded it on the floor. I stood naked before the circle, my pink nipples hard atop my round breasts. My spicy excitement filled my nose. I had been looking forward to this all day.

“That’s kinky,” laughed Saoria. “No fear of them tearing you apart instead of fucking you?”

“Not with a little life magic,” I answered, pouring the energy into my flesh. My pussy throbbed harder. My juices flooded down my thighs as the life magic affected my lubrications production. My spicy musk grew stronger.

“Mmm, I love that scent,” Saoria purred.

“Once they’re ready to cum, will you hand me the vials?” I asked.

Saoria glanced where I set down the three vials. She nodded and walked around the circle and picked them up. “I will.” Her blue eyes studied the vials. “You enchanted them yourself?”

“I want to make sure my cum maintains its potency,” I said, my heart thudding faster. The lemures swirled around the circle, their cocks already swelling hard. My spell worked.

“Always so smart,” Saoria laughed.

I stepped into the circle, my pussy on fire. The spirits hissed and swarmed at me. Their ethereal hands seized my body. I shivered at their electric touch. My hand reached out, passing through a lemure’s incorporeal body until I found his cock. That suddenly became real and solid in my hand. I squeezed and stroked it.

The spirit cooed in delight, his red eyes widening.

“Yes, you’ve missed that, haven’t you,” I grinned. “None of you’ve had pussy in a while, huh? You give me what I want, and you’ll have my delicious snatch.”

“…what do you want…?” hissed the lemure, his voice a rasping caress.

“Your cum. Fuck my holes, but do not cum in me,” I smiled, stroking his cock.

A lemure passed through my body. I shuddered as electricity engulfed my flesh. My body tingled and my pussy convulsed. His hands seized my breasts, squeezing and kneading them. “…want to fuck you…”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, shifting my hips.

The third lemure pushed his hand through the front of my stomach, phasing through my flesh and into my pussy. I groaned as his spectral flesh sent tingling pleasure rippling through my pussy as his fingers worked inside me.

“…such delicious flesh…we fuck…give you cum…”

“Agreed,” I groaned as my toes curled.

My flesh erupted in blissful tingles every time their incorporeal bodies passed through me. I shuddered and fell to my knees as the three lemures swarmed around me. Their hands and lips tasted my skin while their bodies phased through me. I let out delightful moans as I savored the sensations of their incorporeal flesh. My pussy clenched and ached, eager to be filled by a spirit’s cock.

“…delicious…” a lemure hissed as his body phased through my pussy and ass.

I spasmed and moaned in delight. A spectral tongue licked at my pussy and a hungry mouth latched onto my nipple. Fingers sank into the flesh of my breasts, swirling through my tits and shooting more wonderful bliss through me.

“Enjoy my body,” I gasped. “Let go of your anger for awhile and remember the pleasures of the flesh.”

“…so tasty…so warm…”

Fingers parted my asscheeks. The third lemure licked at my sphincter. All three of their mouths pleasured me. My juices dripped down my thighs as my clit was caressed by one of the specters numbing mouths. Their every touch was ecstasy.

My pussy convulsed as I came.

“Sweet Pater’s cock!” I screamed, my voice echoing through the sealed chamber as the pleasure roared through my body.

“…yes…yes…so alive…” chittered a lemure as he drank down my juices.

I tossed my head and arched my back. The pleasure rushed to my mind, mixed with the buzzing excitement of their incorporeal bodies passing through me as they writhed and floated about me. My orgasm kept rolling through me. Their every touch prolonged it.

“…must fuck…”

“…yes…must know her sweet flesh…”

“…such sweet flesh…”

“Fuck me!” I begged, barely caring about collecting cum. I wanted to feel their cocks ream me. I waned my living flesh joined with their spiritual essence. “Take me hard! Please!”

“..slut…”

“Oh, yes! Such a slut! I love being fucked! I love cum!” No woman could survive as a mage if she didn’t love cum. It was the best substance in the world. It never failed to excite me while collecting it.

A spectral cock rubbed at the entrance of my pussy, sparking electricity through my labia. I groaned, pushing back. The shaft pressed into my folds, thick and corporeal but buzzing with spiritual energy.

My pussy spasmed about the shaft as another orgasm screamed through me. “Oh, fuck! Gods, yes! Fuck my cunt!”

“…hot…tight…wet…life…” hissed the lemure as he pounded his cock through me.

My pussy spasmed about his shaft. Pleasure rippled through me. I moaned and shuddered. It was so intense. His cock lit up my pussy’s nerves. He shoved deep into my cunt. My hips pushed back, meeting his passionate thrusts.

“…must fuck…” another moaned as it licked my ass.

“Oh, yes! Use my ass! You can stick your cock wherever you like!”

The lemure moved. His cock phased through my thigh sending a ripple of ecstasy up to my pussy. I shuddered as another small cum burst in my depths. My mind was assaulted with bliss. The cock slid up to my ass and became corporeal right before plunging into my tight sphincter.

I was stuffed full of spiritual cocks. The lemures hissed and moaned as they fucked me. Both their shafts reamed me. The pleasure swelled through me. I squeezed my eyes shut and just enjoyed their hard thrusts.

“…suck cock…” the last lemure hissed.

“Gods, yes,” I gasped, licking my lip. “Slam that delicious cock down my throat.”

The lemure’s misty body spun before me, bringing his hard cock to my lips. I opened wide and swallowed his dick. The spirit’s body contorted and he latched his mouth onto my aching nipples. I groaned around his thrusting dick as he sucked on my nipple.

Pleasure filled me. My body writhed as these three spirits ravaged my body. They fucked me with an eager intensity. My ass and pussy clenched down on two of the cocks as the third slammed down my throat.

I loved it. Servicing three cocks was always so exciting, and no mortal cock’s touch could send tingling electricity shooting through my body. My toes curled as I rocked my body. I moaned and bucked, eager to make my spirit lovers cum.

“…so good to fuck whore…”

“…yes…hot…wet…so good…”

“…sweet flesh…”

“…fuck harder…good…”

It was good. Another orgasm burst inside me. I had lost count of the number. The pleasure assaulted my body. I sucked on the cock in my mouth, savoring the strange, misty taste of a spectral entity thrusting deep into my mouth.

“…cum…must cum…”

The lemure fucking my pussy sped up his thrusts. He hammered them in far faster than any human male could. My cunt was assaulted by the thrusts, my flesh savoring every inch of his cock reaming my hole.

“…yes…pleasure…cum…”

I lifted my hand, reaching out to Saoria. My friend, her robe undone and one hand playing with her pussy, laughed and seized one of the vials with fingers sticky with her juices. She stepped forward and reached across the circle’s boundaries to place it in my hand.

“…hot…cum…” moaned the lemure in my cunt. He ripped his dick out of my spasming pussy and floated around, pressing his dick against the vial. “…yes…”

Misty cum squirted out of his cock into my vial. He hissed with each blast, depositing more and more of the incorporeal seed into the specially prepared glass. With a final moan, the lemure floated away, his red eyes closed, looking satiated.

Saoria took back the vial and stoppered it. “There. All ready for the test.”

I moaned in delight, my ass clenching on the cock reaming it. I shuddered as another orgasm rippled through me. The lemure fucking my ass hissed in delight as he neared his orgasm. He ripped his cock out my ass as Saoria handed me the next vial.

I was exhausted when the final lemure ripped his cock from my mouth and positioned his cock at the glass vial. I licked my lips, eager to taste lemure cum when I drank the jizz during the test. His dick erupted and the spirit filled the vial with milky, misty sperm.

“…yes…good…fuck…” the lemure lazily hissed as he drifted away, joining the other pair.

I took the leather stopper from Saoria and capped it. “Mmm, that was fun.”

Saoria nodded her head. “Yeah, it looked like it.”

I climbed out of the circle, my legs weak. I had enough energy remaining in my body to channel it into the circle and send the Lemures back to the Astral Realm. They swirled apart into black mist and then were swallowed into unlight.

“I think I’ll miss them,” I sighed as I pulled on my robe.

“Oh?” Saoria asked.

“I was cumming the entire time.”

Saoria laughed as I unsealed the chamber.

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Xerathalasia – Easter Deorc Forest, The Federation of Deoraciynae

I paused at the edge of the forest, staring out at the human farmlands of the Magery of Thosi. My stomach clenched. Already, Sophia and Angela had mounted their horses, both glad to be out of the woods and stop walking.

My mouth was dry. I had never left the woods before. They were my home. It was the wild of nature. But that ended. From here on out I would be traveling through the human’s lands, witnessing nature sculpted and shaped by tools, not through communicating with the trees and shrubs. Elves asked nature to change and transform herself; humans violated her.

“Xera?” Sophia asked, looking over her shoulder. The human priestess wore a white robe and beige cloak, her light-brown hair swirling about her shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said.

When we left Khalesithan yesterday morning, I knew I would have to leave the forest. I just wish I knew it would be so hard.” I looked over my shoulder at the dense woods wishing I could see all the way back to the towering tree where my pregnant wife sat waiting for me to return.

I had to return. I would see my daughter.

There was no room for doubts. I had set myself on this course, and I had to follow where the trail led me. My hand gripped my unstrung bow. The arrows in my quiver rattled as I stepped through the brush onto the grassy field. In the distance, a house stood made of sod, dirt rising from its chimney. Sad animals moved in dirt pens and startled humans watched us from fields sprouting with green shoots.

“It’ll be okay,” Sophia smiled. “I’m a little scared, too. I’ve never been out of Secare before. But the Magery is supposed to be a safe place.”

“Very civilized,” Angela nodded. “I see a road ahead. That should lead us to the highway and onto the city of Norv.”

I sighed and nodded. My long legs took me up beside their horses. That was nice. Ever since I met the humans three weeks ago, I had to move so slowly through the woods. Now that they were mounted and out of the rough terrain, I could stretch my legs and really walk.

We reached the road. It was a man-made trail far wider than any I seen in the woods. This one was made of packed dirt with a pair of strange, narrow ruts running parallel down it. I had never seen such tracks before. The ground was hard beneath my feet. I missed the soft loam of the forest, but I was a huntress—I would not complain.

As night fell, we reached a village. Smoke was thick in the air. I wrinkled my nose as it drifted in a pall from the village. The buildings were made of more stone ripped from the earth and cut crudely into blocks. Everyone stared at me. Like Sophia and Angela, the humans of Thosi went clothed. They were fair-skin and brown-haired.

“Why are they staring at me?” I whispered.

“You’re naked,” Sophia grinned at me. “And very lovely. No one goes around naked outside in human lands.”

I flushed. I had never been self-conscious of being naked before. Elves did not wear clothes, only jewelry and belts to hang tools and pouches from. Clothes were unnecessary. We were in tune with nature, weathering the cold winters and hot summers with equal ease.

The streets of the village were made of cold mud that squished beneath my feet. The stench grew more and more foul. I wrinkled my nose as Sophia and Angela led us to a larger building. Music came from inside, my ears twitching in rhythm to a pounding drum and reedy pipe.

“What is this place?” I asked.

“Inn,” Angela answered as she climbed off her warhorse, her metal armor clinking. “We’ll stay the night here.”

“Ah, so the Inn people are allowing us to stay in their home?”

Angela smiled and Sophia giggled. “No, Xera. We’ll rent a room. Inns are places that provide lodging for travelers.”

“Rent? That means…to pay?”

“It’s not like your world,” Angela shrugged. “Things cost money out here. Nothing’s free.”

I found that very sad. I could walk to any village or city in the forest and find a welcome bed and wonderful food. No one had to buy anything. Everything we needed was found in the woods around us. It was so strange how the humans seemed to put a specific value on everything.

I drew more attention when we stepped into what Angela called the common room. Men drinking fermented, sour beverages glanced at me with hungry eyes. A hot flush rippled through my body. Human males had cocks. Cocks I could fuck without risk of pregnancies. But they were so…ugly. Sophia and Angela, with their strange skin and hair color, had seemed like exotic beauties even with their round ears, but these men…I shuddered. They were big and hairy. There were no soft curves, no swelling breasts.

“How do you lie with these men, Angela?” I asked, grimacing as one leered at me.

“Oh, it’s not hard,” Angela pured, smiling at the same man that leered at me. “Mmm, he’s got a strong jaw.”

“You should see what I can do with it,” he laughed, licking his lips. His chin was covered in a dark shadow of stubble. “I’ll lick your pussy until you scream.”

“Maybe,” Angela laughed as she sat down at a table.

“Don’t worry,” Sophia whispered to me. “I don’t get it either.”

I smiled at the priestess as we sat down. “I thought I would like human men, but where are their breasts?”

Sophia giggled. “Only women have breasts,” she purred, then nodded to a buxom woman in a low-cut dress moving through the crowd carrying three large tankards of the foamy drink. Her breasts jiggled and bounced, on the verge of spilling out entirely. “Now that is a delicious sight.”

“Uh-huh,” I agreed.

The woman set the drinks down at a table, laughed as the men squeezed her ass and fondled her breasts before she scooped up metallic coins and slipped them into a pocket of her skirt. She flounced away and swayed over to us.

“Ooh, travelers,” she purred, her eyes falling on my naked body. “An elf?”

My cheeks warmed as she stared at my naked body. Her eyes were appreciative. She touched my shoulder. Her skin was as pale as mine, but lacked the greenish tone that infused an elf. Her eyes flicked down to my crotch.

“No cock? I thought you elves all had cocks.”

“Not always,” I answered.

A wicked smile crossed her lips. “Ooh, do I have to coax her out. I’m very good at that.”

My pussy grew wet and I squirmed. “Well, it doesn’t work that way.”

“Oh, what a shame. I would love to boast that I fucked an elf’s cock.” Then she leaned in to my ear. “But, maybe we can fib a bit, so long as I fuck you.”

I shuddered as her hot breath washed over my sensitive ear. It twitched and I moaned, “They’ll never hear the truth from me.”

Sophia winked at me as the woman straightened. “I’m Vioria, so what can I get you excitin’ women?”

“Beer,” Angela said, licking her lips, “and your finest dinner.”

“We got no fine dinner here,” laughed Vioria, “but we have a hearty stew and bread that’s not too hard.”

“Perfect,” sighed Angela. “Oh, and if you can bring some fresh vegetables for Xera.”

Vioria’s eyes flicked to me. “Xera?”

I nodded. “I don’t eat meat.”

“But she does eat pussy,” Sophia giggled.

“Good,” winked Vioria. “I’ll be right back.”

“You’re going to have fun tonight,” Sophia grinned. “I’m not surprised, you are so sexy with those pointed ears. Right, Angela?”

“Huh?” Angela said, drawing her eyes away from the man.

Sophia arched an eyebrow. “I know it’s been forever since you’ve seen a man, but you don’t have to drool over them at the table.”

“But he’s so yummy,” Angela purred, her eyes glancing back at the man. “Look at how rough those hands are. Mmm, that’s a man that knows how to treat a woman.”

Sophia shook her head. “Fine. You have your fun tonight. Get it out of your system.”

Angela smiled then leaned over and gave Sophia a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’m glad you understand.”

Sophia nodded and patted Angela’s thigh. “Please, just bathe afterward.”

“Ooh, will you join me?” Angela asked.

“I’m not washing a man’s cum off you,” Sophia shuddered. “I have sworn sacred oaths.”

“Will you wash me after I’m done with Vioria?” I asked.

“Oh, I might join you and the maid,” Sophia winked. “I don’t see any other women here.”

“You can join me?” laughed a burly guy at the next table, a thick tangle of hair growing from his face. That was called a beard, I think.

“I’m a priestess of Saphique,” Sophia sweetly smiled. “I’m sure you know what that means.”

“That you know how to fuck,” laughed the man.

“That’s Slata, not Saphique,” Sophia said. “Saphique has cursed me. Any cock that enters my body shrivels up tinier than a worm.”

The man’s face fell. “What?”

“My goddess is very jealous,” Sophia purred. “But I’m sure the price is something you’re willing to pay to fuck me.”

The man turned away and Sophia gave a wicked giggle.

Vioria returned with a platter, setting steaming bowls before Angela and Sophia, a plate covered in raw vegetables. One, orange and skinny, glistened with a strange juice. Last, Vioria sat flagons of the foamy, fermented drink before us. She leaned down and whispered, “I put a special sauce on your carrot. A little taste of tonight.”

My pussy clenched as I stared at the long, orange vegetable. “Thank you.”

I grabbed the carrot first. I had never seen one before. Her pussy juices were spicy and delicious. I bit into the carrot and experienced the hard texture, pleasant flavor, and her spicy sauce. I savored the carrot, enjoying her marinade and licked my fingers clean of all her sauce.

“Delicious,” I smiled.

“I bet,” Sophia grinned before spooning up a bite of her stew. There were carrots in there, mixed with stringy, brown meat.

I didn’t understand how humans could eat flesh.

Angela didn’t comment on my specially prepared carrot. She was too busy staring at the guy while drinking deeply of her flagon. I picked mine up. It had a sour flavor, like yeast. I brought it to my lips and drank it down. A warm buzz flowed through me. It was terrible and bitter. I grimaced and set it down.

“I know, it took me a little getting used to,” Sophia nodded. “I prefer wine. It’s similar to the blackberry drink your people made.”

Not long after, Angela slipped off with the stud, her chainmail loin swinging about her shapely ass as they hurried upstairs. Sophia shook her head and stood up with a yawn. “Good thing I have my toy. You have fun with Vioria.”

I nodded my head, looking around for the maid.

She came around from my other side and plopped into my lap. Her arm slipped around my shoulders. “So, do elves always go around naked, or where you just hoping to get laid by a sexy maid tonight?”

“Naked,” I answered.

“Ooh, I really need to come visit your forest.”

I grinned. “We normally keep humans out, but your females do have nice advantages.”

“Oh?” she leaned in, her breasts pressed against mine. I wished they were naked. “Like what?”

“Our cocks can’t get you pregnant. We could fuck you all the time.”

Her body shuddered. “Sounds like paradise.” She wiggled her hips. “Damn, I was hoping you would sprout.”

“Sorry. I’m about ten days off from that.”

“And I can’t convince you to stay?”

“Sorry, our Quest is too important.”

Vioria’s eyes widened. “I knew it. She’s a knight, right? The one in armor?”

I nodded my head.

“Oh, now I am really wet. Come on. I’m off. Let’s go have some fun, elf.”

“Xera.”

“Oh, so pretty.” Then her mouth was on mine. I savored her hot kiss. My nipples hardened against her dress. The men in the common room grew excited. Had they never seen women kiss before? I ignored them, savoring her soft lips as our tongues played around in her mouth.

She had such a sweet mouth.

My hand squeezed her breast. Her tit was firm beneath her dress. My fingers moved to the lacings of her bodice. They were held closed by a knot. It seemed like a simple pull and it would come undone and I could enjoy those beauties.

I tugged.

“Oh, you’re wicked, Xera,” purred Vioria. “But I’m not an elf. I don’t show my tits around the common room.”

“You should,” a man roared.

“Then why don’t we go to our room so I can see them and touch them.”

“Are all elves as bewitching as you?” she asked as she slid off my lap.

“Maybe,” I grinned, licking my lips. “My wife is enchanting.”

“Lucky elf to have you,” purred Vioria as she helped me stand. Her hand went around my waist to squeeze my naked ass.

We reached the stairs and headed up, leaving the disappointed men behind. Her hand on my ass was exciting. She squeezed me every few heartbeats and her fingers moved closer and closer to dipping between my soft cheeks. We burst in the door and found Sophia already beneath her covers on the only bed.

“Ooh, you brought her here,” smiled Sophia. She sat up and the cover slipped down to show off her naked breasts. “Get her naked, Xera, I want to see her body.”

“What a wicked priestess,” moaned Vioria as I opened up her bodice. My hand slid inside. It was warm and her breasts felt wonderful in my grip. I drew one out and bent down to suckle on her nipple She squealed and groaned, her hands running through my green hair. “I have an elf suckling on my tit.”

Warm milk squirted into my mouth. I shuddered in delight, swirling the creamy treat around before swallowing. My pussy clenched as the warm milk filled my mouth. She cooed and giggled as she kept stroking my hair.

“Drink Mommy’s milk,” she laughed. “Oh, yes. Such a hungry elf.”

“You’re lactating?” Sophia asked in obvious delight.

“I work as a wet nurse from time to time now that I’ve weaned my son.”

Sophia slipped naked from the bed, her small breasts jiggling. She licked her lips, her pink tongued pierced by a metal stud. Vioria gasped as Sophia latched onto her other nipple and suckled. My cheek rubbed against Sophia’s as we nursed.

The milk was so exciting. I drank it down. It warmed my belly. My hips shook and swayed. My hands reached behind her and kneaded Vioria’s ass as we suckled. My finger wormed between her butt-cheeks and fingered her tight hole.

“Oh, you naughty elf,” she gasped. “You’re fingering Mommy’s ass. I should spank you for that.”

“Ooh, spank her,” Sophia laughed. “Or me. You can tie me up and spank me.”

Ever since the dryad, Sophia loved to be tied up and molested.

Vioria walked away from us and flounced on the bed. She patted her lap and arched an eyebrow. “Well, naughty elf?”

I grinned and licked my milk-stained lips. It was such a sweet, delicious flavor. I hoped Atharilesia was still lactating when I returned. I wanted to taste my wife’s delicious milk. I crossed the room and climbed onto the bed, draping my body across her lap.

“What a gorgeous bum,” Vioria purred, her hands rubbing it.

“Oh, yes,” Sophia smiled and sat before me, her legs spread, her pussy inches from my face. She pulled my hair and I didn’t fight. My lips nuzzled at her labia. I licked, savoring the exciting taste of her tart passion.

Smack!

I moaned as Vioria’s hand spanked my ass. Not hard, but enough to make me squirm. The heat shot right to my pussy. I hadn’t been spanked since I was an elf-child. It was exciting. I felt so helpless as she disciplined me. She was so strong, keeping me in line. Her hand cracked down over and over as I licked and nuzzled at Sophia’s pussy.

“Such a bad elf,” cooed Vioria. “You fingered Mommy’s bum.”

Smack!

“Ooh, yes, such a naughty elf,” gasped Sophia. “She’s licking my pussy.”

“How terrible,” giggled Vioria. Her hand cracked down again.

My pussy clenched. I squirmed on her lap as my cunt grew hotter and hotter. My juices flooded out, coating my thighs. I moaned and groaned into Sophia’s pussy as my tongue licked and nuzzled. I was eager for every drop of her pussy I could drink.

Sophia grabbed my hair and humped her pussy into my face. She gasped and shuddered, her green eyes squeezing shut. My tongue flailed through her folds as her excitement mounted. Her tongue piercing flashed as she licked her lips.

“Oh, yes! So good! Keep spanking her while I cum on her face.”

“Oh, yes,” Vioria agreed and spanked me again. My ass was on fire. “I think she likes it.”

“That naughty, elvish slut!” Sophia gasped. Her hips bucked. Her juices flooded my mouth as she came hard. She swayed and groaned. My lips devoured her passion. They flooded my mouth. I drank them all down, so eager for every last drop. Humans had such exciting flavors to their pussies.

Vioria’s finger probed between my legs and rubbed at the bare lips of my pussy, my snatch dewy with my excitement. She swirled her fingers through my lips, moving down to nudge my clit before she stroked back up.

“Wow, she is wet,” groaned Vioria. Her fingers moved away and she sucked them clean. “Oh, wow. Elves taste like flowers.”

“Uh-huh,” groaned Sophia as she fell back on the bed. “Oh, Xera, you gave me a good cum.”

“I need more of her pussy,” gasped Vioria. “She tastes so good.”

“Lick her,” giggled Sophia.

“You took your punishment like a good girl,” Vioria moaned. “Now let Mommy kiss your pussy and take away the pain.”

“Yes,” I gasped as she pushed me off her lap. I sprawled across the bed, my legs spread wide open. My pussy clenched, eager to be touched and pleasured.

Vioria leaned over, her light-brown hair falling across my skin, hiding her face. Her fingers spread my pussy open. “She has three labia.”

“Elves are fun to play with,” giggled Sophia. “So many exciting folds to explore.”

Vioria buried her lips into my pussy. I shuddered, my ass burning on the mattress as I squirmed. Her tongue swirled through all my folds, excited to drink all my juices down. She ate me with an eager desire. Her lips and tongues explored me everywhere.

“Yes, yes, eat my pussy,” I gasped. “Oh, wow. You’re so amazing, Vioria.”

“And you taste like marigolds,” panted the maid. “This is the best pussy I’ve ever eaten.”

Her fingers shoved into my hole as her tongue swirled up my folds to my clit. Sophia grinned, leaned over, and sucked on the tip of my ear. Her tongue was wet and delicious. Pleasure roared through my body right down to my pussy. I shuddered as the two women licked and sucked my sensitive flesh.

“Matar’s cock,” I gasped as I humped my hips into Vioria’s lips. “Oh, wow. That’s so good!”

Her fingers pumped faster and faster in my pussy as her lips sucked on my clit. The pleasure rushed through me. The excitement of my spanking mixed with the bliss radiating from my ear and pussy. They built and built within me. A crescendo of passion swelled.

My toes curled.

“Sweet Matar’s love!” I gasped in Elvish as my orgasm burst through me. “Thank you for this wonderful gift of pleasure. Oh, yes!”

My body quivered and quaked. I shuddered on the bed as the pleasure raced through my body. My toes curled and the ceiling spun above me. Vioria moaned her delight as she drank down all the juices flooding out of my pussy.

“Wow,” Vioria grinned, pulling her two fingers out of my pussy. “I think I can say I fucked an elf.”

“Uh-huh,” I panted, licking my lips. Let me return the favor.”

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Knight-Errant Angela – Breven, The Magery of Thosi

I had a smile on my face as we rode out of Breven the next morning. That stud had been amazing. My pussy still ached from his cock. Elf cocks were nice, but they still felt like a woman when they were on top of you. I had missed a muscular, strong man pounding me, my tits crushed by a hard chest.

I wasn’t the only one smiling. Sophia and Xera both beamed. I had found them this morning in the tangle of blankets with Vioria, the room reeking of hot pussy. Sophia hadn’t wanted to get up, but Xera rose and dragged her out of bed.

It was nice being out of the oppressive forest and back into civilized lands. We rode past farms that almost looked the same as the ones back in Secare. The people were a little fairer in skin and hair, and they grew different crops, but they still felt the same.

Close cousins.

It took two days of riding after Breven to reach our first city, Norv, lying on the banks of the Tingul, the great river that divided the Magery of Thosi from the Princedoms of Zeutch. The Princedoms was a collection of twelve smaller countries closely allied and united under an elected government. Across the river was Nevtoth, a minor Princedom sandwiched between Thosi and the wild orc lands of the northern tundra.

Xera was overwhelmed by the city. She had thought Breven and the other villages we passed were large. Khalesithan was a large city for the elves, but it was tiny compared to Norv. The buildings crowded each other and the streets were narrow. I had no idea how she would react to a large city. Shesax, the capital of Secare, was easily three times as big as Norv.

We stayed the night and headed southwest the next day, following the road to Allenoth, the city famed for its university. There were few places of knowledge as prestigious as the University of Allenoth. Only the Collegiate Tower in Esh-Esh and the Bardic College of Az had more renown. From Allenoth, we would head southwest to Esh-Esh. There, hopefully, we would find the “grieving mage” the prophecy spoke of.

The rain started early on our march. Sophia huddled in her cloak, glaring up at the dark clouds storming over head. I grit my teeth and ignored the chill settling into my body. Xera, on the other hand, danced the spring shower as we marched.

“Such a wonderful life,” she smiled as she danced.

The roads grew mired and the horses slowed by midday. Huge puddles dominated the road. Xera walked across the mud as easily as she did firm dirt, her feet barely even sinking in. As night fell, the rain finally stopped and the sun appeared to the west, shining on us.

We didn’t reach a village or town, so we found a small field to camp in. Sophia stripped naked and draped her clothes by the fire so they would dry. I followed suit, taking off my armor and checking it for any rust.

“I’m bored,” Sophia purred as she nibbled on her trail ration. A naughty glint appeared in her eyes. We hadn’t made love since we left the forest. She had allowed me to indulge my desire for masculine cocks the last three nights. “Want to play a game?”

My pussy grew hot. “Sure,” I answered. “What?”

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Acolyte Sophia

“Oh, no,” I moaned in mock protest as Angela seized me and carried me down to the ground, her naked breasts rubbing on mine.

“You naughty, little priestess,” she purred. “You’re my prisoner. I’ll do whatever I like to you.”

“Won’t someone help me?” I gasped as a rope went around my wrist. The other end was tied about a fence post.

Xera watched from the fire with amusement as I pretended to struggle. My pussy was so hot as the second rope bound my left wrist. The rough fibers bit in, then Angela easily pulled my arm out and tied it to the fence.

“Mmm, and now you are completely at my mercy,” purred Angela, her hand caressing down my stomach to my aching pussy.

I loved this. Bondage was so exciting. I don’t know why the temple never taught it. I would change that when I returned. It was so sexy being helpless. When the giganraneae captured me, I had loved being trapped in the cocoon, and then the dryad and her wonderful tree had shown me such delicious delights.

“No, don’t touch me there,” I moaned as Angela’s fingers played with my pussy. My toes curled. “You wicked woman.”

“So wicked,” Angela laughed.

Wings flapped. I frowned. Something dived out of the dark sky. “Angela!”

“Protesting won’t—”

The winged creature grabbed Angela’s shoulders. With a powerful flap of wings, my lover was yanked into the air by a thing that looked like a dragon, with wide, leathery wings an a hissing mouth. A tail waved behind it sharp and bristling.

“No!” I screamed as the wyvern lifted Angela into the air.

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Fireeyes – Southern Edge of the Deorc Forest, The Kingdom of Valya

Through my campfire, I smiled as my wyverns spotted their prey. They dived down and snatched up Angela.

If they succeeded in killing the knight, I wouldn’t have to keep riding around the Deorc Forest and enter the Magery. That was a dangerous place for me. The Council had issued a warrant for my arrest and trial. They wanted to execute me for my research.

I watched the fires as Angela struggled in the wyvern’s grasp as it soared through the sky. King Edward would reward me greatly for the knight’s death.
To be continued…

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“You’ve just go to remember to let the right one in.”

The Ordinary Girl

Jimmmy D.

“You’ve just got to remember to let the right one in.”

“That’s it!” was what Felicity yelled into her cellular phone.
Whoever might have been on the other end of the phone tried to splutter some sort of apology or excuse, but Felicity wasn’t having it. She’d had enough.

“Fuck you, Fuck your friends, and Fuck that shriveled roll of dimes you call a dick!” were the last words she would ever speak to the person on the other end of the phone, and she punctuated it by throwing her phone over the pier and into the mississipi river.

She stomped away from the muddy water and back toward Jackson square, where her friend Shelley was waiting for her. “Shell, I can’t take this shit anymore.” she told Shelley sitting beside her on the bench where Shelley sat. “Is it over?” Shelley asked, seeming a bit sad with a pinch of hope.

“Yea, John can take his beer, his pot and his tiny dick down the road and pick up the next stupid bitch.”
“Well, what are you gonna do now?”
“I’m gonna go get a daiquiri and get completely shit faced, thats what I’m gonna do, c’mon.” Felicity said picking herself up from the bench.

So they marched on into the French Quarter.

Felicity and Shelley stomped into the first daiquiri bar they came across, and they were running a special: All you can drink daiquiris for ten dollars. So they laid their money down and drank for the next several hours discussing life, love, hate, and philosophy.

Toward the end of the conversation Felicities sexuality became the topic of conversation. Shelley asked “What about girls?” At first Felicity was thrown off, but found her footing and spluttered “What, like dating girls?”
“Well Yea.” Shelley said.
“I never really thought about it…” Felicity trailed off, seeing some reasoning in Shelley’s idea.
“Why not give it a try? At the worst you meet a nice girl and find out you don’t like pussy, what have you got to lose?”

Felicity considered this and decided she had just lost her boyfriend, so she really didn’t have much to lose. “Sure.” Felicity decided.
“Okay, I know a place that will make it easy for you to make the transition from Guys to Girls.”
“Really?”
“Yea, grab your shit, lets go.” Shelley finished picking up her purse and grabbing Felicity’s arm on her way toward the door.

The only walked a few blocks before they came to an unmarked apartment building just off of Royal street, and Shelley took Felicity inside. There was a stairway that led up the a small hallway with four doors, Shelley picked the second door on the left and knocked. The person who answered the door was a beautiful woman of average height and build, as Felicity saw; though she was very well endowed with breasts.

“Hey’a Shelley.” the woman holding the door said.
“Hey Tracy, this is my friend Felicity, she’s having some boy issues.” Shelley told her.
“Have no fear,” Tracy said silkily, “I can help her out.” she whispered as she reached for Felicity’s hand and pulled her inside.

Shelley closed the door as she went back down the stairs, and then Tracy and Felicity were all alone.

Tracy led Felicity through her apartment which was decorated with wispy cloths draped over nearly everything, and the place smelt strongly of opium incense. It looked quite like the home of a gypsy. “So Felicity, tell me about your issues.” Tracy said as they reached the kitchen.

“Well…” felicity started, but paused to take a seat at the kitchen table. “I was dating John for like three years and I just found out he’s been seeing someone else for the last few months.”
“Go on.” Tracy encouraged, pouring water into a tea pot, and putting it on her stove.
“He was never that nice and he was never very good in bed, but I guess he was just convenient.”
“So you’ve decided you’d like to give the other side a try, eh?”
“Yea, I guess I might as well, no real reason not to.”
“Let’s have a chat while we wait for this water to boil.” Tracy said.

And they did, they chatted about girls and the lesbian lifestyles until the water boiled, and they kept chatting while they drank their tea, and also while they washed out the tea cups. Everything Tracy told Felicity, whether good or bad, made Felicity more and more confident about switching teams.

“So, you wanna give it a go?” Tracy asked abruptly.
“What? Now?” Felicity was a bit taken aback.
“Sure, why not, why not try it now? No use getting all excited about the idea if you can’t go through with it.” Tracy reasoned.

Felicity agreed.

Tracy took Felicity by her hand and guided her to the bedroom, which was dimly lit and had wisps of incense smoke hanging in the air.

“Don’t expect to get the whole experience tonight.” Tracy said, “I mean the whole lesbian experience, but I’ll get you started off.”
Felicity nodded and smiled when Tracy leaned in slowly to kiss her on the lips. The motion was smooth and soft, and Tracy’s lips tasted like butter and strawberries. As they kissed Tracy moved slowly and effortlessly onto the bed, and she took felicity with her.

Excitement rolled up and down Felicity’s spine as Tracy’s nimble fingers explored her neck and shoulders, then moved under her shirt to unhook her bra. At that moment Tracy bit gently on Felicity’s lips and drew away from a smile. Then she pulled Felicity’s shirt off over her head and pulled her strapless bra away from her breasts, which jiggled a lit after the bra came off.

Tracy pushed Felicity back onto the bed slowly as she kissed her collar bones and chest. Tracy moved her hands down Felicity’s body; over her breasts, her stomach and to button and zipper on her jeans. She let her fingers do their work on the zipper and button while she moved her mouth from Felicity’s belly button up to her breasts, kissing every inch of the way.

The jeans were undone and halfway down when Tracy started sucking on Felicity’s nipples. The jeans were off and on the floor when Tracy ran her hands over Felicity’s now goose flesh skin, all hairs standing on end.
Felicity could feel her juices flowing, and it had been a long time since that had happened. Normally John would tug on her breasts to get her hot, then he’d stick it in, thrust no more than fifteen or twenty times before pulling out clumsily and cumming on Felicity’s stomach. The he’d apologize, smoke a cigarette, and watch television.

Felicity got more and more into it and started running her fingers through Tracy’s hair while Tracy suckled and tweaked her nipples. Tracy drew away and told Felicity “Okay, now don’t freak out.” as she guided Felicity’s hand through the dim lights toward her groin.

Tracy felt no guilt and no shame when she opened her hand to feel Tracy’s juicy pussy. Felicity froze and was silent.

“This is a transition, remember.” Tracy said as she kissed Felicity’s neck and shoulders tenderly.

Felicity didn’t act so Tracy stood up and took her panties off and lifted her skirt up so that Felicity could see her cock swinging hard and free. Tracy was even more excited, but the shame started to rush in, “You’re… You’re a man?” Felicity asked.
“No, I’m an ordinary girl, I just so happen to have a dick.” with this Tracy moved closer to Felicity, her let her carnal side get the better of her.

Felicity grabbed ahold of Tracy’s hard cock and noticed immediately how big it was; nearly twice the size of John’s, so probably between nine and ten inches long, and much thicker too. Felicity put her hands on Tracy’s wonderfully shaped ass and took Tracy’s cock into her mouth.

She tried to put it as deep down her throat as she could, but could barely get passed the head without gagging. So Tracy put her fingers under Felicity’s chin and came down to met her face. She kissed her and said “Don’t try so hard, but the time I’m done with you, you’ll be able to eat a foot long in one bite.” just before licking the pre cum and saliva off of Felicity’s lips. She stood back up and put her cock back into Felicity’s mouth, who was only too happy to start sucking on such a huge cock again.

Felicity took ahold of Tracy’s cock with both hands and started stroking it slowly and gently while she sucked on as much as she could get into her mouth. And her saliva dripped down her chin like she was drinking a delicate white wine, though at that moment it was much sweeter than any wine could ever have been.

Tracy moved Felicity onto her back on the bed, then she got on her knees in front of Felicity and lifted her legs up to get a good look at her pussy, which was practically gushing juice. Tracy leaned in and pressed he dick against Felicity’s pussy, then asked “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Felicity nodded and Tracy slowly and gently slid her dick into Felicity.

Felicity’s eyes opened up as the enormous cock made room for itself inside her pussy which was used to much smaller dicks. Tracy pushed in nearly all the way before she tough Felicity’s cervix, then she drew out and pushed again. After only a few thrusts Felicity felt like she was already going to cum, and she hadn’t even touched her clit.

“Can… I… Cum?” she asked through small gasps.

Tracy nodded and gave a few quick thrusts which sent Felicity hurtling headlong into a world of nothing but pleasure, answered prayers and pure divinity. She moaned lightly and came externally, the juices gushed out of her pussy and sloshed onto Tracy’s bed cover.

Tracy smiled and kept pumping away at Felicity’s tight little pussy.

Felicity had an orgasm that lasted for something like two and a half minutes while Tracy kept fucking her, slowly and gently. Then Tracy pulled out and licked the juices away from Felicity’s pussy, and stuck her tongue inside. Tracy moved her tongue around the opening then dragged her tongue up to Felicity’s clit and started drawing circles around it with the tip of her tongue.

After just a few more minutes Felicity asked again if she could cum, Tracy told her yes again, and kept lapping away at her pussy.

After another few minutes of orgasms Tracy told Felicity to get on her knees. Felicity did, and Tracy got behind her, and pressed her dick against Felicity’s pussy opening. Tracy took a moment to look at Felicity’s ass and pussy spread open in front of her before she slid her cock in again, and started fucking Felicity, this time harder and faster.

After a minute or so Felicity couldn’t stifle her moans and started gasping and moaning like she was getting fucked well for the first time in her life, which wasn’t so far from the truth.

While Tracy fucked Felicity from behind she licked her thumb and started running it around Felicity’s asshole, who moaned more hungrily at it, so Tracy slid her thumb inside and started moving it around in circles.

Felicity started gasping quicker and moaning louder as she drew close to another orgasm, and yet again she let herself fall into that world where we all want to be, but seldom get to go to.

Felicity collapsed onto her stomach, but Tracy kept fucking her. Tracy had her legs on either side of Felicity’s hips and plunged her cock deep into Felicity’s juicy loosening pussy.

Felicity started drawing close again, and Tracy could feel her pussy started to ungulate so she fucked harder and drew herself to orgasm as well.

The came for what seemed like a lifetime while Tracy’s long, hard cock gushed torrents of sticky white cum into Felicity’s pussy which was no oozing cum, a little blood, and her own pussy juices.

Tracy collapsed beside Felicity and asked between breaths, “Well… What did you think?”
“I think I’ll be back tomorrow.” Felicity told her new lover.

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Jenny’s fun heats up after she’s caught fucking her best friend’s mother!

Futa’s Wild Passion

Chapter Eight: Futa’s Mother & Daughter Delight

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to FallenAngelX00 for beta reading this!

“She’s my friend!” Pita howled as she faced the sight she’d found in the upstairs bathroom of her house. My friend had her hands on her hips, a look of anger on her face. “I wanted to fuck her while you kept interrupting!”

“Well, you can share with your mother,” Mrs. Asis said, squirming on my lap. She was impaled on my futa-dick while I sat on the toilet. I had just fired a load of futa-cum into her twat when Pita had walked in on us.

I thought I had ruined my friendship with my friend. But what I thought was horror on Pita’s face was turning out to be jealous anger.

“You have Dad!” Pita hissed, marching forward. “You don’t need Jenny!”

“Well, your father doesn’t have as big a cock as Jenny does,” Mrs. Asis said, her pussy squeezing down on my still-hard futa-dick.

Pita’s eyes narrowed. My Hispanic friend faced her busty, naked mother without flinching. The fire burned in her. I could almost feel the heat radiating out from her. “Fine. I get to go next. I’m so horny!”

“Of course,” Mrs. Asis said, the married MILF standing up and sliding her cock off my dick. “That’s only fair. She’s your friend.”

“My sex friend,” muttered Pita.

That was the truth. When I came over to study and work on our biology project, I expected Pita and I to fool around a bit. I imagined we’d have to be quiet, to sneak around behind her mother’s back. I never realized that all the times her mother interrupted us, and then finally sending her daughter out to rake the backyard like she was supposed to over the weekend, was all part of the married woman wanting to fuck me.

Futanari syndrome was interesting. Some girls and women seemed to find me irresistible while others just ignored me. Pita claimed there was an urban legend that those who developed this rare condition had pheromones.

My doctor had mentioned anything like that the day before when I developed rapid-onset clitoral transformation.

“Let’s go, Jenny,” Pita said. She was nineteen, like me, a Hispanic spitfire. She peeled off her top as she walked, the straps of her gray bra running across her back and up to her shoulders. “I need your cock in me. I’m so horny.”

“Mmm, don’t keep my daughter waiting,” Mrs. Asis purred, her large, golden-brown breasts rising and falling. My friend’s mother was a beautiful woman, a hottie like my own Mom or Reverend August or Mrs. Greene. “She’s a little angry.”

“A little!” Pita called. “You kept me from sucking on her cock with your interruptions.”

“I was just flirting with your friend,” Mrs. Asis said. “Sorry to interrupt your seduction. Your mother has needs, too, you know.”

“You’re old, you don’t need to have needs. I’m young and hot.”

“I’m forty. That’s not old. That’s mature, right?” The MILF glanced at me, arching an eyebrow.

I stared at her naked body, fit and toned, her breasts large and soft. “Oh, yes, you’re hot, Mrs. Asis.”

She kissed me on the mouth and squeezed my rump. “What a sweet girl you are. If only you were my daughter, then I could fuck you whenever I wanted.”

I giggled. “Your husband might object.”

“Mmm, he probably would. This will just be between us girls.”

“Hey, I’m waiting!” Pita shouted. “I was soaking my panties while raking the dumb yard. I need your cock in me, Jenny. Please, I’m your best friend! We’re sex friends.”

“Not fuck buddies,” I told her mother softly. “She thinks that sounds disgusting.”

“We can be fuck buddies,” the MILF said, squeezing my ass. “Now go before she throws a temper tantrum.”

I giggled and stepped into the hallway. A line of discarded clothes ran led not to my friend’s bedroom but to her parents’. Through the open door, I could see Pita’s naked foot resting on the edge of the bed, her ankle vanishing out of sight. A bit of her brown curls spilled over the mauve pillow surrendered in creamy lace.

I padded down the hallway, my futa-cock bobbing before me, my round breasts jiggling. More and more of my friend’s body came into view. Her sleek leg led up to her shaved pussy on display between her thighs. Her juices gave her naughty snatch a wicked gleam.

I licked my mouth.

Then her flat stomach and her small breasts came into view. Her head stared at me, her face twisted in delight. She bit her lower lip as she saw me. She had a fetish for futas, watching all the porn from the Japanese dickgirl who exploded across their adult video scene last year.

“Come on,” Pita moaned, her hands sliding down to spread open her pussy lips. “Just slide that big dick in me. I don’t need any foreplay. Hearing you and Mom fuck was hot enough.”

“Oh, so you didn’t just barge in on us?” I asked, sauntering to the bed, my dick soaked in her mother’s juices.

My friend’s cheeks darkened. “No. But only for a minute. I was just stunned. She’s married to my dad. She shouldn’t be cheating on him, but… Ooh, you have such a big cock. I guess I can’t blame her. Not when you have Wendy and that secret lover of yours.”

“Secret lover,” Mrs. Asis purred. “Mmm, that sounds hot.”

“You don’t have to watch, Mom,” groaned Pita as I reached the bed. I crawled on it, my futa-cock swinging between my thighs.

“Well, you’re on my bed,” the MILF said. “I think I can watch. In fact, why don’t you ride Jenny’s cock?”

“Why?” Pita asked, peering past me with a suspicious look on her face.

“So I can sit on Jenny’s face and enjoy one of my fantasies,” moaned the MILF. “I’ve always wanted my partner, your father, to lick me clean afterward. But he wouldn’t touch his cum. Jenny, however, loves hers.”

“Mmm, yum,” I said, smacking my lips as I squirmed on my back. “That sounds delicious, Mrs. Asis. I would love to devour my spunk out of your cunt!”

“Oh, my god, my friend is a complete perv,” said Pita as she grabbed my dick soaked in her mother’s pussy juices.

This incestuous thrill ran through me. She was indirectly touching her mother. Pita straddled me, bringing the tip of my thick and aching cock to her shaved folds. Her juicy pussy lips nuzzled into my tip, swallowing more than just my futa-shaft.

Mother and daughter’s cream mixed together as Pita impaled herself down me. Thanks to my little sister, I had discovered the delights of incest. I grinned at this thrill, my friend moaning as she sank her pussy down my cock.

“Oh, that feels good,” moaned Pita. “I’ve never ridden a futa-cock before. Glad to get the chance. This is hot.”

“Glad you like it,” I panted, my futa-dick twitching inside of her. “Mmm, you feel good on me.”

She winked at me.

I groaned as she slid her pussy up and down my girl-dick. She rode me, teasing me. This wonderful bliss soaked down my futa-cock to my cunt. My pussy drank it in. The pleasure burned through me.

Mrs. Asis sauntered in, her brown bush matted with my pearly cum. She had this wild look in her eyes, not dissimilar from her daughter’s expression. Their resemblance had never been clearer. I shuddered as the MILF mounted the bed, crawling towards me as her daughter rode my cock faster.

“Look at you go,” Mrs. Asis purred as she reached me. She threw her right leg over my head, her pussy sliding into view above me. That messy bush lay at the apex of her golden-brown thighs. She lowered down to me. “Just riding Jenny. It’s a treat, isn’t it? Feeling that big dick working in and out of your pussy.”

“Mamá, this is weird,” muttered Pita. “You know that?”

“Don’t be weirded out, mi gatita,” she purred, lowering her cunt to my hungry lips. The first of her pubic hair’s curls brushed my mouth, cum coating the corner of my lips. I licked out, scooping up a gob of my sticky spunk into my mouth.

It was flavored by her tart juices.

“We’re both women now,” Mrs. Asis said. “Women sharing the same lover.”

“Mamá,” groaned Pita, her pussy clenching down on me. “It’s still weird. You’re my mother.”

“And you’re mi gatita. My cute and sexy kitten. Look at you, all grown up.” The married MILF pressed down on me, her bush sliding over my mouth. Then her hot pussy lips were on my lips. My tongue lapped out through her. “Ooh, she’s licking her cum out of me. That feels wonderful.”

“¡Mamá !” gasped Pita, slamming her cunt down my cock. “Don’t make this weird.”

“It’s only weird if you make it. Mmm, she’s got her tongue inside of me, licking out her cum while her big dick is in you. Being a woman is wonderful, is it not?”

“Yeah,” muttered Pita. Her pussy slid up my shaft, squeezing around me. “Ooh, she does feel good.”

“Mmm, enjoy yourself, mi gatita,” the MILF purred to her daughter.

I shuddered as Pita rode up and down me while my tongue plundered her mother’s pussy. I darted into those married depths to lick out my cum. I found as much as I could, reveling in the salty flavor mixed with her tart delight.

My cum flowed out of the MILF’s cunt. It spilled into my mouth. It coated my lips and soaked my taste buds. I loved every moment of it. I trembled, my heart pounding in my chest as I enjoyed every lick and lap and flutter of my tongue through her folds.

I reveled in the bliss of feasting on her. My tongue thrust up into her. I scooped it out of her, reveling in the salty flavor and the tart delight. My girl-dick throbbed in Pita’s pussy. Her cunt felt amazing sliding up and down my cock. My pussy drank in the pleasure flowing down from my spongy tip massaged by her silken walls.

“¡Mamá !” Pita gasped.

“Mmm, just enjoy her cock,” moaned the MILF, her hips undulating, stirring her furred muff across my face. Her bush tickled me.

“But!” gasped Pita. “You shouldn’t… ¡Mamá !”

“Shouldn’t I?” purred Mrs. Asis. “We’re two women now. Both enjoying the same lover. The same sexy futanari.”

I was confused about what was going on. I couldn’t see anything but Mrs. Asis’s beautiful, bubbly butt right before my eyes. Then I heard something wicked. The unmistakable sound of a mother kissing her daughter.

Incest.

Pita’s pussy clenched down hard on my cock as she slammed down my girth. I moaned into her mother’s cunt, this wild heat surging through me. I groaned, my hands grabbing Mrs. Asis’s thighs as I heard them kissing. Smooching. It was wet and naughty and delightful.

“Kiss your daughter,” I moaned into the older woman’s cunt. “Oh, Mrs. Asis, incest is so hot! Love her!”

Mrs. Asis purred into the kiss she shared with her daughter, her silky bush teasing my lips. I thrust my tongue into her folds, fluttering up and down, caressing her, teasing her, wanting to make her cum so badly.

This naughty, aching passion seized me utterly. I groaned, my tongue darting through her folds. I danced and fluttered, scooping out all the wonderful cum and pussy juices I could as mother and daughter loved each other.

Then their kiss broke. “Mamá,” breathed Pita. “That was…”

“Wonderful, mi gatita?”

“Yes!” Pita’s cunt clenched down on me as she slammed down my cock, building that wonderful ache at the tip of my cock. “Mierda, this is naughty.”

“Mmm, why don’t you come suck on my nipple? Just like you did as a babe.”

The angle that Pita’s pussy gripped my cock shifted as she leaned over. I gasped as I heard the naughty sounds of suckling. My futa-dick throbbed, my orgasm swelling faster and faster at hearing these taboo sounds.

They were incredible. I thrust my tongue deep into Mrs. Asis’s cunt. I swirled around inside of her, searching for any more of my cum while her daughter suckled at her nipple. It was so hot. So wild. My cunt clenched.

Visions of suckling on my own mother’s nipple popped into my mouth.

“Yes, yes, mi gatita,” cooed the MILF. She seemed to be rocking and swaying. Pita’s arms went around her, clutching her tight. “You’re such a wonderful daughter. Mmm, you just love your Mamá’s nipple.”

Pita whimpered in delight, her pussy growing hotter and hotter.

My tongue exploded in activity. With no more cum to lick out, I was fluttering up and down the MILF’s slit, teasing her labia and clit. I brushed her hard bud. Her butt-cheeks clenched before my face. She shuddered, grinding her yummy twat on my face.

Her juices grew hotter and hotter. They almost sizzled on my tongue. Her cream flowed, threatening to drown me.

It was wonderful. I reveled in them. I drank them down, the cream coating my tongue and throat. She tasted so incredible, my taste buds lighting up with delight. My futa-dick throbbed and ached in my friend’s cunt as she rode up and down me, her silky walls driving me closer and closer to my eruption.

My pussy tightened.

My ovaries brimmed.

“Oh, mi gatita, yes!” the MILF moaned. “Keep suckling, and Jenny… Ooh, you sexy futa. That’s so good. You’re both driving me wild.”

“Cum!” I moaned, my hands squeezing her thighs.

Her daughter sucked hard on her nipple.

“Yes!” The MILF groaned. Her body shook. Her hips moved from side to side. She ground her cunt on me. “You both are such sexy kittens!”

Her pussy juices gushed out of her pussy. They bathed my face. I drank them down, loving her tart delight as she exploded in passion. Her daughter slammed her pussy down my cock, engulfing every inch of my dick.

This wonderful passion built and built in me. I groaned, the powerful ache nearing that point of explosive release. My body trembled and convulsed. I lapped up the mother’s juices while the daughter slid up my cock, squeezing around me.

I exploded.

I fired my cum into my friend’s pussy. My own twat writhed and spasmed. Juices gushed out, bathing my thighs. The waves of delight rippled through my body, mixing with the rapture surging out of my futa-dick.

“Yes, yes,” I moaned into Mrs. Asis’s married twat.

“She’s cumming in me, Mamá!” gasped my friend, her pussy convulsing and spasming around my cock, milking me.

“Both of you are such sexy kittens!” gasped the married MILF, grinding her cumming twat on my hungry mouth.

That wonderful bliss pumped out of my cock and through my body. I savored it, licking and lapping up the tart juices pouring out of the MILF’s pussy. My own cunt spasmed while Pita’s amazing twat spasmed her silky flesh around my futa-dick, drawing out all the cum from my ovaries.

“It’s so exciting to feel, isn’t it,” moaned Mrs. Asis. “She fires so much fun. More than a man.”

“Wow,” groaned Pita. “She was my first and… Ooh, yes, she’s still firing in me.”

“I’m almost dry!” I groaned, rushing towards the peak of my orgasm. I spasmed as I fired a final spurt into my friend’s snatch.

I panted into Mrs. Asis’s pussy as I came down from that wonderful orgasm. I licked and lapped at her cunt, savoring the taste of her. My tongue darted into her folds, teasing her. She trembled atop me, grinding her cunt on my mouth.

“Mmm, she’s such a hungry thing,” panted Mrs. Asis. “Oh, yes, yes, and you’re such a sexy girl, mi gatita.”

“I can’t believe I kissed you,” groaned Pita, her pussy’s spasming slowing. “You’re my mother.”

“I know, incest is awesome!” I gasped.

“Yes, it is,” purred Mrs. Asis. “Makes me want to do something naughty with you.”

“What?” Pita asked, her cum-filled cunt squeezing down on my still-hard dick.

The MILF leaned forward. I heard kissing, mother and daughter smooching with wet passion. I shuddered, lapping lightly at Mrs. Asis’s tart twat. Then I groaned as the MILF pushed her daughter off my cock, the pair of them leaving me.

Pita ended up on her back between my thighs, her mother on top. The pair were kissing wildly. I sat up, my futa-dick soaked in Pita’s juices, my mouth and cheeks with the MILF’s. I just had a hot, incestuous threesome, and things were getting naughtier.

I could see both their pussies, Pita’s shaved and dripping with my cum, her mother’s surrounded by a dark-brown bush soaked in her juices. They were kissing and rubbing together. It was so hot to watch. I stared at the MILF’s ass.

I grinned, a wicked idea popping into my head.

“Mmm, look at you two go,” I purred, so excited. If they were okay with incest, maybe I could bring around the fact my secret lover was my little sister. The ideas burned through my mind as I watched them kiss. “You two look so hot together. Two hot, Latina beauties kissing. Ooh, Mrs. Asis’s, your big boobs are pressed into your daughter’s smaller mounds.”

Mrs. Asis broke the kiss and glanced at me. This naughty gleam burned in her brown eyes. “I bet you want to lick my daughter clean like you did me.”

“I wouldn’t say no,” I said, my futa-dick throbbing. “It’s hot licking my cum out of a girl’s pussy.”

Pita giggled. “I bet you’ll be having lots of opportunities to do that. What with you dating Wendy, all our friends wanting to fuck you, and that mysterious lover you have…” My friend stared at me, this strange look crossing over her face.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing,” Pita said, shaking her head. “You’re just going to get so many chances to eat cum out of girls’ pussies.”

“True,” purred Mrs. Asis. “But how many chances will I get to lick her cum out of a girl’s pussy.”

Pita glanced at her mom. “Wait, what? You want to go down on me?”

“Why not?” said Mrs. Asis. “We’ve kissed. You sucked on my nipple. We’re rubbing our cunts together right now. Why shouldn’t I try out going down on you? I’ve never eaten out a pussy. My daughter’s sounds like the perfect place to start.”

This incestuous thrill shot through me. My pussy clenched. I was so eager to witness this. My heart pounded in my chest as the MILF slid down her daughter’s body. Pita gasped in shock. She stared at me, her eyes wide. I grinned at her, so glad she could have a fun time. Her mother smooched lower and lower, cupping those round breasts.

“¡Mamá !” gasped Pita as her mother engulfed a nipple. “Oh, wow, that’s… Ooh, that’s kinky of you. You’re sucking on my nipple, Mamá.”

“Mmm, you might be right,” purred the MILF.

“¡Mierda!” Pita squirmed as her mother sucked and nibbled on hat brown nub. It was so hot to watch. My cunt clenched. Naughty heat flooded through me. It melted down to my snatch. My dick twitched and throbbed. I bit my lower lip, the pleasure beating faster and faster up my dick.

It dripped with my pussy cream.

Mrs. Asis squeezed both her daughter’s round tits. Pita’s face twisted in delight. She gasped and moaned as her mother went lower and lower, kissing down her breasts to the under slope. The MILF licked at her daughter’s brown skin, flicking her tongue against that naughty flesh.

“God, you two are so hot,” I groaned.

“Right,” moaned Pita. “This is hot. You’re right, incest is amazing!” My friend glanced at me, her eyes smoldering.

I grinned at her, my futa-dick throbbing and aching as the MILF went lower and lower, smooching down her daughter’s stomach. That delicious rump waved in the air. Mrs. Asis had an amazing ass. My pussy-lubed dick throbbed.

I just had to do something wicked and naughty. Something that would be so hot and wrong all at the same time. I moved behind the MILF, kneeling on the pillows. Her rump came closer and closer as she smooched lower and lower down her daughter’s body.

“¡Mama!” gasped Pita. “You’re really going to eat me out.”

“Mmm, I’m going to devour all the cream out of mi gatita’s little pussy. You’re full of all that futa-milk.”

“¡Madre de Dios! You’re so naughty!” Pita stared at her mother. “Do it! Eat me out. Lick all of Jenny’s cum out of me.”

“Yes,” I panted, my dick hard. The MILF’s ass was almost in range. She moved the last few inches backward. Her face must be nuzzling between her daughter’s thighs now.

Pita gasped, her entire body shuddering. I knew that bliss. She was getting eaten out by her mother. Incest blossomed before my very eyes. It was such a hot sight to witness. My futa-dick twitched and throbbed. I had to be in her. Fucking her.

I pressed my dick between the married MILF’s plump butt-cheeks. Her brown flesh contrasted with my ivory shaft. I moved my cock down and down, searching for that puckered opening. My virgin pussy clenched, juices dribbling down my thighs.

I found that asshole and grinned. I pressed against Mrs. Asis’s backdoor. She cooed into her daughter’s snatch, pressing her rump back into me. Her anal ring just started to part. Pita stared at me, trembling as she ground on her mother’s face, pleasure crossing my friend’s expression.

“Are you going to fuck her pussy?” moaned my friend. “Are you going to fuck my sexy mother’s cunt?”

“Nope,” I said and pressed forward.

“She’s at my asshole!” panted the MILF, her anal ring surrendering to my pussy-slicked dick. “Ooh, yes, yes, she’s entering me.”

“Hot!” hissed Pita. “Do it, Jenny! Bugger my mother!”

“My sexy kittens!” groaned Mrs. Asis.

Her asshole engulfed the tip of my cock. It was incredible to slip into her married bowels. I went deeper and deeper into her. I groaned, my heart pounding at the thrill of invading her tight and juicy hole. The pleasure pulsed through my veins.

Her bowels gripped me. That wonderful heat swallowed inch after inch of my cock. I groaned as I slid into her depths. I went further and further into her bowels. It was an incredible delight. A passion that had my cunt clenching. Aching.

“Mrs. Asis!” I gasped as I slid into her bowels.

“Ooh, yes, yes, you’re invading me!” gasped the MILF into her daughter’s cunt.

“Yes, yes, bugger my mother’s ass!” Pita moaned. Her breasts jiggled as she humped against her mother. “Mierda, this is so fucking hot! My mom’s licking your cum out of my twat.”

“Good,” I panted, pulling back my cock.

My breasts jiggled as I slammed back into the MILF’s depths. It was incredible to be in her bowels. Her tight, velvety sheath gripped me as I pumped in and out of her. I rammed forward, my virgin cunt clenching. My pussy lips smacked into her rump.

The pleasure built and built in my ovaries with every thrust. A wonderful delight brimmed at the tip of my cock. I couldn’t wait to fire all that jizz into the married MILF’s asshole. It would be intense. A wild experience.

I groaned, my futa-dick pumping in and out of her bowels. I thrust hard and fast, my tits heaving as my crotch smacked into her rump. My fiery hair danced about my head. My red bush rubbed into her ass every time I slammed into her.

“Yes, yes, fuck my ass, you sexy futa!” moaned Mrs. Asis. “That’s good. You’re so huge. ¡Madre de Dios! I’m going to cum from getting ass-fucked!”

“Good,” panted Pita. “Because I’m going to cum from you licking my pussy clean. Yes, yes, I think there’s still some of her jizz in me, Mamá! Get that tongue in me. Just like that. I love it!”

The incestuous pleasure on her face was incredible to stare at. I licked my lips, loving the sight as I pumped my futa-dick in and out of her mother’s asshole. I slammed deep and hard, the pressure swelling at the tip of my cock.

I came closer and closer to erupting.

To spurting all that wonderful jizz into her bowels.

I would flood her with so much spunk. It would erupt out of me. This mighty tidal wave of bliss that would spurt over and over into her depths. It would be incredible. My pussy clenched with every thrust.

“Mrs. Asis!” I moaned. “Ooh, your asshole is so tight.”

“Because your dick is a monster!” moaned the MILF. “I love it! Ooh, yes, yes, just hammer that cock into me. I’m going to cum!”

Her head moved as she ate her daughter out. I loved the sight of her curly, brown hair dancing as she did it. Her bowels squeezed and clenched about my dick, bringing me closer and closer to the brink.

The bed rocked. Creaked.

We all gasped and moaned.

“¡Mierda, Mamá!” howled Pita. “I’m cumming. ¡Mierda!”

Her body bucked as she flooded her mother’s mouth with her pussy cream. I watched my friend’s tits heaving while I fucked her mother’s asshole. I pounded Mrs. Asis as hard as I could, my own twat burning with my impending orgasm.

Mrs. Asis purred in delight, her bowels squeezing around me. I rammed into her and gasped as her flesh spasmed. Her asshole convulsed like a velvety pussy, massaging my withdrawing dick. The aroma of her tart pussy juices rose through the air, filling my nose.

“Cum in my asshole, futa-kitten!” moaned Mrs. Asis. “Yes, yes, just ram into me and flood me with all that cum!”

“I will!” I moaned, dizzy from the pleasure surging through me. “It’s so incredible. Your mom’s asshole is tight.”

“So fucking cum in her!” Pita howled, bucking on the bed. “Yes, yes, yes! Lick up all my cream, Mamá!”

“So good!” the MILF panted. “I love mi gatita’s pussy!”

I slammed to the hilt to Mrs. Asis’s spasming asshole and erupted.

My pussy convulsed as cum fired out of my dick. The powerful blasts of jizz pumped over and over from my cock. I groaned, the sensations pummeling my mind. They were intense. Had me dizzy. I swayed, my tits bouncing and heaving.

The pulses of rapture hammered into my mind while the waves of ecstasy drowned my thoughts. The two delights gave me such rapture. My dick erupted over and over. My cunt spasmed, flooding my thighs with my cream.

“I love being a futanari!” I howled as I fired the last blast of my cum into her.

“Yes!” gasped my friend. “Oh, Jenny, this is so hot. This isn’t how I thought our study session would go.”

“No, you were going to be a selfish brat and not share with your mother,” Mrs. Asis said, lifting her had, her bowels’ writhing about my dick slowing and stopping. “Mmm, Jenny, you can come over and study whenever you want.”

“Yes!” Pita gasped.

The MILF crawled forward, her asshole sliding off my dick. I groaned as she popped off, my shaft free and bobbing before me. My girl-cock swayed, my breasts rising and falling as the pleasure died down inside of me.

“Now, I have to go make the fried rice,” said the MILF as she headed for the doorway. “Dinner will be in twenty minutes. You two, don’t get too carried away without me.”

“We won’t, Mamá,” panted Pita, still lying on her back, her mother padding down the hallway to the stairs. “That was the best. I just had sex with my mom, Jenny.”

“I noticed,” I said. “I was here, after all.”

“And you…” She sat up on her elbows. “’Incest is hot.’ You’re boinking someone in your family. That’s who your secret lover is.”

My cheeks burned even as a smile crossed my lips.

“Yes, yes, it has to be one of the twins, right?” Her eyes widened. “Is it both of them?”

“It’s Ally,” I said, feeling so relieved to tell my friend. “She was teasing me then we were wrestling and then we were kissing.”

“Oh, wow,” Pita said. “I thought you and Allie hated each other. She’s such a brat.”

“She didn’t know how to express her incestuous desire for me,” I said. “Naughty, right.”

“Mmm, yes,” purred Pita. “Very.” Her eyes stared at my cock. “Mierda, we just had a threesome with my mom. That’s so weird.”

“And I guess we can have a threesome with my sister, too,” I said, arching an eyebrow.

Pita grinned at me, this naughty glint in her eyes. “You know, I never did get to give you that blowjob.”

She latched her mouth onto my cock and sucked with hunger. I groaned as she slid her lips over my dirty cock, cleaning her mother’s asshole off my dick. My cunt clenched at how wicked this was. I leaned back on the bed as her curly, brown hair fell over my thighs.

“Pita!” I squealed, my pussy clenching in delight.

She sucked hard, polishing my futa-dick. It was so naughty. Fresh from her mother’s asshole to her mouth. I groaned as Pita’s hot lips worked up and down my shaft. My spongy crown brushed the back of her throat.

Her fingers slid through my fiery bush to find my virgin pussy. She rubbed up and down my labia, teasing me. Her digits felt so wicked on me. A warmth rushed through my body. I groaned, my hands clenching from the heat flooding through me. My pussy tightened from the stimulation.

I bit my lip, the pleasure dancing and swirling in the depths of my twat. I shuddered, my dick twitching and throbbing in her mouth. My dick pulsed with the bliss. My toes curled, my juices flowing out of me. I groaned as she bobbed her head up and down my shaft.

Her tongue danced around my cock’s crown. She teased me. Pleased me. It was an incredible pleasure to experience. My fingers gripped her curly hair. Moans burst from my lips. My round breasts swayed as she suckled with hunger.

“Oh, wow, Pita,” I moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, you’re just cleaning all your mother’s juices off my dick.”

She purred around my futa-cock.

“And keep rubbing my pussy lips. That feels incredible. You’re such a great friend. My best sex friend in the world. BSFF!”

She squealed in delight and sucked harder. My pussy clenched. Her digits rubbed faster up and down my cuntlips. She teased them, sending tingles reaching up my shaft to the tip of my clit-dick buried in her mouth. Her tongue danced around it.

The pressure soared in my ovaries. The bed creaked as I squirmed into the headboard, the lacy pillows behind me soft on my shoulders and back. My pussy felt hotter and hotter with her every suck and stroke.

My hand tightened in her hair as she teased me. I stared into my friend’s eyes as she polished my dick clean of her mom’s asshole. Incest was the best. I had naughty ideas involving my sister. My pussy clenched, my juices flowing. They leaked down to my rump.

“Ooh, Pita, you’re such a naughty friend,” I panted. “I’m so glad we’re sex friends. It’s amazing!”

She winked at me then her fingers rubbing at my pussy went south. She crossed my taint. I gasped as she found my asshole. She rubbed my cream into my sphincter, teasing me. I groaned at that naughty touch.

She stroked around my asshole and then pressed her finger against my anal ring. My futa-dick throbbed in her mouth as my sphincter widened. My asshole swallowed her pussy-lubed finger. This heat stabbed into my depths and then melted up to my cunt.

To my ovaries.

“Such a dirty girl!” I panted. “Oh, Pita, yes, yes!”

My bowels clenched about her digit. She pumped her finger in and out of my asshole. She worked it into the depths then slid it almost all the way out. I groaned, my heart hammering in my chest. My futa-dick throbbed and ached in her mouth.

She sucked so hard on me. She did such wicked and naughty things to me. I groaned, my heart beating faster and faster. She rammed her finger deep into me. She wiggled it around. I shuddered, biting my lower lip as the pleasure built.

“I’m going to cum,” I moaned. “I’m going to fire so much jizz right down your throat.”

She winked at me as she kept sucking. She nursed hard, her cheeks hollowing while she buffed my dick clean of her mother’s asshole. I whimpered, my cunt clenching. My virgin pussy ached to be penetrated like my asshole was.

“Pita!” I gasped.

She jammed a second finger into my asshole.

“Oh, my god, Pita!” I howled and came.

It was incredible. My cock fired blast after blast of my jizz into her mouth. A torrent of cum that flooded into her. My toes curled. The pleasure surged through me. My body bucked and shuddered. My cunt clenched and spasmed. My asshole writhed around her two fingers.

She gulped down my cum as it fired into her mouth. She swallowed it all as the bliss burned through my mind. I bit my lower lip, my pussy spasming with more and more passion. The dual delights rippled through me.

“Oh, my god, yes, Pita!” I moaned, squirming on the bed, my pussy juices soaking the bedspread. The air smelled of my sweet pussy juices. “Oh, you’re amazing. Just the best. You know that?”

She winked at me as she sucked out the last of the cum, my body buzzing as I came down from my orgasmic high. I felt so warm and bubbly. My toes curled and my round breasts rose and fell. I stretched my arms up into the air, feeling like a billion bucks.

It was good timing on our part. I came down Pita’s throat right before her mom called us down for dinner. I was starved. Since her father wouldn’t be home for at least another hour, we didn’t bother dressing. It was naughty having dinner with my friend and her mom naked. All of us were just giggling and laughing and touching each other.

I had a feeling Pita and her mother were going to be doing such wicked things when Mr. Asis wasn’t around. It sent such a wicked thrill through me thinking about it, my poor dick was hard and throbbing by the time we finished.

But there wasn’t time for fooling around. We had to get dressed and Mrs. Asis had to wash some sheets. I kissed them both goodbye and promised to be back to “study” with Pita later this week, Wednesday or Thursday.

I burst out into the evening, twilight falling, and headed home with a big hardon tenting the front of my panties. It made walking a bit of a challenge, but I managed it. My panties really didn’t fit right. They were too tight.

I liked my panties. It would be a shame to have to buy all new underwear. What could I even have? Icky boys’ boxers. That didn’t sound great at all. Maybe I could get away with boy shorts style underwear. Those could be cute.

Pink and frilly but roomy.

I walked in and Allie squealed, “Jenny!”

She flew out of the living room, her strawberry-blonde pigtails streaming behind her. My little sister threw herself into me and hugged me with a fierceness. I was so aware of my hardon rubbing into her, my pussy growing damp.

“Wow, you two sure are getting along,” Mom said, peeking in from the living room. She was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. I could tell by the way her breasts moved beneath it, she wore no bra beneath.

“Yeah, we are,” I said, my sister squirming before me like she had ants in her pants. “She’s been so helpful.”

“Yep,” said Allie. “I just want to help her out. We were talking and talking so late about her changes and then we fell asleep in the same bed. It was neat. Like we were kids again.”

“Yeah, I saw you,” Mom said. She had this beatific smile on her face. “Wish I had thought to snap a picture. You two looked like angels.”

“Mom,” I gasped, my cheeks burning. When she had checked in on us late last night, I was in the middle of cumming in my little sister’s pussy.

“I would have put it on social media,” said Mom. “Ooh, it’s back on.”

I could hear Wheel of Fortune’s music in the background. Mom watched it every night followed by Jeopardy. The twins always got the questions right when they watched it. It was hit or miss for the rest of us.

“Something happened over there,” said Allie, her voice a low whisper.

“Mmm, how would you like to come study with me on Wednesday or Thursday?”

Allie’s eyes widened. “Pita knows.”

I nodded my head. “And that’s not all, it’s—”

“Girls, you’re missing the next phrase,” Mom said. “It’s got a lot of letters. It’s going to be a good one.”

“In a minute, Mom!” Allie said in obvious frustration. Then she glanced at me. “Well?”

“Mrs. Asis came on to me,” I said. “Big time. And Pita caught us.”

“What were you doing?”

“Mrs. Asis was riding me,” I said. I gave my sister a hurried rendition of what happened, her hand rubbing at my cock through my skirt. I groaned, so hard and erect from her teasing. I wanted to do such naughty things with her. “And then she realized my secret lover must be someone in the house, so I told her.”

“A mother and daughter,” whimpered Allie. “That’s so hot. Sounds like you were having all the fun.”

“Hence why you need to come study with us,” I said as she groped me.

“Girls,” Mom said, appearing back in the doorway. “You missed it. I almost had it, too.”

Allie jerked her hand away and spun around, her pigtails swaying. “Uh, bummer, Mom. We, uh, have to go up and talk. I need some help with my homework.”

“And you’re not asking the twins?” Mom asked.

“They’re studying,” Allie said. She grabbed my hand. “Jenny had this class last year. She should be able to help me.”

“Oh, okay,” Mom said. “Oh, that reminds me, I want to drive you to your college again, Jenny. And don’t make any plans for after school.”

“Oh?” I asked, blinking while Allie tugged on me, impatient.

“Yeah, I want to take you shopping.” She glanced at my skirt and her cheeks reddened. “Get you some clothes that are more comfortable for you to wear. New panties, probably, and maybe some boy’s jeans.”

“Oh, yeah,” I said, blushing. Shopping with my hot mom sent naughty fantasies dancing in my head. Trying on clothes. New panties. Letting her see my hardon… “Sure, Mom. Thanks. Love you. I have to go. I have a munchkin pulling on me.”

Mom laughed as my sister dragged me away. Allie was clearly eager to “study.” So was I. My dick throbbed as she led me up the stairs and to the room. We’d have to be quiet. Maybe if we kissed each other really, really hard we wouldn’t make any noise.

“I can’t wait to study with you and Pita!” she moaned as we reached my bedroom and vanished inside.

Me, too. Being a futa was getting wilder and wilder.

To be continued…

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Part 1 of Many of Lola’s journey to self discovery

When Lola turned 16 her mother sat her down in the living room, and asked her if she had a boyfriend yet. Lola told her mother, that there was a boy in her school who was interested in her, and she liked him too, but nothing was happening with them. Her mother asked Lola what she knew about sex. Lola blushed and said that they were all told about sex education in school years ago and she knew all about condoms. Lola asked if she should go on the pill yet. Her mother said ”no not yet Lola you don’t want to start taking medication that would in time cause problems later down the line”.

They talked about condoms and Lola said ”I don’t think I’m ready to have sex yet with a boy yet”. ”A boy” her mother asked! Lola thought a while then said that she has been having feelings for a girl friend of hers in school, but didn’t know what and how to deal with them. Her mother asked if she thought the other girl might have the same feeling for her. Lola informed her mother that the other girl Julianne and her had kissed once as a dear. She said it was a quick kiss on the lips and that they both blushed.

She also said that she liked the feel of Julianna’s lips on hers. Beth told Lola that it was alright to have these feeling, and in time you might want to experiment with them on a special friend! There was a paused the conversation and Lola decided to upstaires and do some studying.

Beth told me what they had been talking about, and asked if I had anything to say about the situation asking me if I could talk to Lola about how she was feeling. I was completely useless didn’t know what to say and didn’t think I could help. So Beth asked if she could deal with the whole thing? I said go for it honey, and thought that would be the last of it! So Beth turned and walked up to chat to Lola, I noticed that Beth had a grin on her face as she turned to walk away.

Beth reached Lola’s Bedroom door and knocked ”Honey it’s mummy can I come in”? Lola said yes and Beth entered closing the door behind her. Beth walked over to Lola who was laying on her bed with her head in a book studying. Beth sat on the side of Lola’s bed and asked if they could talk some more about what they had been talking about downstairs. Lola put her book down and said she would like that cause she was feeling confused.

Beth told her about when she was in University sharing a room with an old friend and how they would talk about other guy’s in Uni, and they both shared stories of past boyfriends. Beth then told Lola that over the year sharing the room with her friend that they both became very close, she told Lola that one day when they got back from a party, having a bit to much to drink that they also dared each other to kiss.

Lola asked what did they do. To this Beth leaned forwards and kissed Lola on her lips! Lola was shocked and dazed by what her mum was doing, but Beth just kept on kissing Lola on her lips, Beth’s kisses got more daring and more passionate, forcing Lola to open her mouth as Beth slipped her tongue into Lola’s warm mouth, tasting Lola’s saliva on her tongue. Lola moaned and tried to pull away out of shock, but Beth just put her hands up and held Lola’s face in her hands, kissing and probing the sweet wet mouth of her daughter.

Lola was like a scared rabbit caught in the headlights of a speeding car, not knowing which way to move but frozen there it time, while Beth just kept kissing her intensely. Before she know what she was doing Lola had started to return the kisses, opening her mouth a little more feeling Beth’s tongue dancing round inside her mouth, as she in turn started to suck on her mothers tongue, sliding her own tongue into Beth’s mouth probing her mouth and tasting her saliva.

Beth started to run her hands down over Lola’s shoulders and down the front to Lola’s breasts. Lola was a busty woman even at 16 she had developed a sizable bust of 34DD while Beth was a 32D, Beth was caressing Lola’s breasts through her Green t-shirt Lola was kissing Beth’s mouth with desire she never thought she had, Beth continued running her hands over Lola’s breasts, teasing her nipples through the t-shirt and bra.

Beth mover her hand up and under Lola’s t-shirt, feeling her soft skin as she reach for Lola’s breasts, removing the cup supporting one of Lola’s breast caressing her skin and finding her nipple, gently squeezing the nipple making it hard to her touch. Lola was now breathing heavier as she started to moan, on hearing the moan’s Beth placed her other hand up and under Lola top releasing her other breast from it’s cup.

Lola raised her arms and Beth pulled her top up over her head revealing Lola’s breast, Beth reached round and unclipped Lola’s bra letting it fall to the bed as she leant forwards, kissing and suck on Lola’s breasts and nipples. Lola looked down and kissed Beth’s head as Beth continued to caressing and suck on Lola’s nipples, making them hard like bullets and tender to the touch.

Beth pulled away and folding her own arms reaching down and pulling up her own top over her head revealing her breasts to Lola. Unclipping her own bra letting it fall to the bed too. Lola looked at her mothers breasts and placed a hand nervously on Beth’s breasts, Beth guided Lola’s head and mouth to her breasts telly Lola to suck on her nipples. As Lola starts to suckle on Beth’s nipples. Beth remembers how Lola used to do this when Beth breast fed her as a baby.

A thousand memories come flooding back to Beth of how much she liked nursing Lola as a baby, and how much joy it gave her bonding with her only child, whishing that she had more then just one daughter. Lola looked up at the mother as she continued to suck on her nipples, Beth gently caressed the sides of Lola’s face feeling her sucking harder on her nipples.

Beth starts to mover her hand down lower on Lola’s body caressing her stomach as she reaches for Lola’s crouch, placing her hand between Lola’s thighs caressing them moving her hand up and down inside Lola’s leggings. Lola shuddered as her mother’s hand moves over her panties finding the crease covering Lola’s pussy.

Lola sucked harder on Beth’s nipples as Beth slide a finger into Lola’s panties feeling her daughters young moist pussy for the first time, sliding the finger up and down over Lola’s outer vulvar feeling the moistness growing, finding her clit and gently rubbing it.

Lola starts to moan as her body gets ready for it’s first orgasm, she arches her back as Beth’s finger starts to rub harder on her clit, feeling Lola close to Cumming Beth slide her finger gently into Lola’s wet pussy, feeling her mussels tightening round her finger Beth pushes deeper as Lola’s body explodes into her first orgasm.

Lola starts panting and moaning with deep heavy breaths as Beth brings her daughter to her second climax. Lola has stopped sucking Beth’s nipples as her head tilts back with shock wave after shock wave rashes over Lola’s body causing her to convulse to Beth’s touches. Beth starts to finger fuck Lola’s wet warm pussy as gashes of cum squirts out of Lola’s pussy like a fountain in the hot summers air. Covering her mothers hand with warm sticky juices.

Beth gently pulls her finger out of Lola’s pussy raising it to her mouth and tasting her daughters sweet juices. She then places her hand over Lola’s mouth so she can taste her own sweet cum. Lola opens her mouth taking her mothers finger into her mouth sucking on the sweet wet sticky finger mmmmm moaning as she tastes her own juices.

Beth leans forward kissing Lola wet lips tasting her finger in Lola’s mouth loving the taste Beth decides to go the whole hogg, moving down Lola’s body kissing her way down to her daughters still wet pussy. Pulling her leggings all the way off, Beth places her mouth over Lola’s wet pussy lips sticking out her tongue Beth goes to town on Lola’s pussy, sliding her tongue up and down in and out of Lola’s pussy.

Lola’s body goes into melt down as she reaches the biggest of orgasms she would ever experience Gushing loads more of sweet nectar for her mother to drink, Beth sucks and nibbles on Lola’s outer and inner valve pushing her tongue deeper still feeling her baby daughter explode again and again. Beth moves her body up, kissing her way back up to Lola’s face, letting Lola taste once again her own juices on her mothers lips.

Beth moved further up, straddling Lola’s shoulders as she pulls up the skirt she wearing pulling her panties to one side exposing her pussy lips to her daughters lips as she lowers herself down onto Lola’s mouth. Lola opens her mouth sticking out her tongue and starts to lapp at her mothers pussy, tasting the sweet wetness of Beth’s pussy Lola start to lick and suck on Beth’s clit and pussy.

Beth lets out a cry as she orgasm all over Lola’s face covering her from forehead to chin with her wet sticky cum, Lola opens her mouth as Beth squirts wave after wave of cum into Lola’s mouth! Watching and hearing Lola swollow all of Beth’s cum as she reaches another orgasm, riding Lola’s mouth as if she was riding a hard cock!

After a while of cuddling and kissing Beth asked Lola if she liked what they had both done, and if she thinks she would like to do that with her friend from school, or if she would like to do it again with mummy!

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The day of Mark and Mary’s wedding has arrived.

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
edited by Master Ken
Copyright 2013, 2014

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Calm Before the Storm

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The Wedding, July 20th, 2013

The last three weeks since the SWAT attacked us and I nearly died seemed to fly by. And before I knew it, July 20th has finally arrived. The setting sun was warm and the breeze was cool. The air was filled with the sweet scent of the wildflowers. Mount Rainier reared up, impossibly huge this close to the peak, dominating the eastern sky. Even in summer, the top of Mount Rainier remained white and blue from its many glaciers. A small dome of clouds covered the top of the mountain. They were the only clouds in the sky.

Butterflies swirled in my stomach as we all waited on Mary.

I was wearing a black tux, a purple bow-tie choking my throat and a purple cummerbund cinched about my waist. The dress shoes pinched my toes. Mary chose purple to complement the flower arrangements, of all things. Oh well, the wedding was always about the bride, not the groom. My best man, Quatch, stood beside me. He had trimmed his beard and got a haircut for today, and the big guy looked almost handsome in his tux. Today was the only time I’ve ever seen clothes on him that actually fit. Beyond Quatch were my groomsmen: Chris, Tom, and Karl. All three wore matching tuxes, and the same unflattering bow-ties and cummerbunds that I wore. These four guys were my friends, we used to play D&D together. My life had just become too busy since the attack, though, for us to get together anymore.

What amazed me most about the last few weeks was that no disasters had happened. No nuns attacked us with armed men, no government agencies raided my house, no Lilith. Most importantly, no-one has died. Memories of Chasity flashed through my mind. I glanced at the seats where the sluts sat, wishing Chasity was with them. The sluts looked beautiful in their dresses. Korina sat smiling in a green dress. She was pregnant with my child, and she wasn’t the only one. Next to her, Violet and April were holding hands; both girls had learned they were pregnant in the days that followed the attack. Today Violet wore a cute, pink dress and April a cloud-blue, frilly thing. Jessica looked stunning in a black, tight dress as she sat next to Lillian who looked sexy as hell in an artfully-ripped, gauzy black dress. Xiu’s large breasts were positively spilling out of the flowery, pink dress she wore. I was glad Xiu chose to remain one of our sluts; she didn’t even hesitate when I freed her at the hospital. Alison and Desiree wore complimenting, purple dresses, their arms wrapped around each other. They had gotten married a week ago, the service performed by Daisy Cunningham at the Church of the Living Gods.

The Cunningham twins, Daisy and Rose, had become ordained ministers, the first for the growing religious movement that worshiped Mary and myself as gods. The Church of the Living Gods was the official name, but people called them Markites, Miraclists, and Glassnerians. The two sisters had been preaching from the beginning about what I had taught their family, inadvertently, that day in the Lowes garden section. “Love each other,” Rose would preach. “Demonstrate your love to each other. Do not let society tell you what is right and wrong when it comes to love. Do not be repressed by the antiquated morals of the religions of by-gone days. Follow the simple teaching of our Living Gods and just love each other!” The girls were passionate speakers and many responded to their message.

They had set up a large tent on the huge, empty lot behind our house where we had begun breaking ground on our mansion. Every night, hundreds gathered to hear the twins preach and participate in the worship orgy. And the Cunningham twins weren’t the only ones to rise to prominence in the church. Beth Philips, a woman I fucked in the restroom of a car dealership, had almost a saint-like presence in the church since she was pregnant with my child. They addressed her as ‘Blessed Mother,’ alongside Vivian Anders. Chasity and the other bodyguards that died during the attack were remembered as ‘The Holy Martyrs’ and pictures of them were hung about the tent.

After many of the worshipers begged to be married by Mary or myself, we both got ourselves ordained. It was really simple, we just had to fill out a form on the internet and we could perform legal marriages in the State of Washington for the Church of the Living Gods. The first couple I married was Earl and his sixteen-year-old daughter, Marylou. Not a legal marriage, yet, but many of the marriages performed at the church were not, technically, legal. Earl’s wife had died a few years ago and Marylou had started sharing his bed. Both quickly gravitated to the Church with its acceptance of all forms of love.

My mind drifted back to the ceremony as I waited on Mary. Earl’s daughter, Marylou, was a pretty girl. She had long, black hair that fell down to her waist and contrasted lovely with her simple, white dress. Her round, cherub-face was covered by a veil and her long legs were covered by white, fishnet stockings. As part of the marriage, I blessed the bride by bending her over the simple altar and pulling up her skirt. She wore no panties, a tenet of the Church, and her teenage cunt was covered by a neatly trimmed, black bush.

She held her fiancee-father’s hand as I entered her and she moaned in pleasure. Her cunt had been tight and I fucked her hard, pounding her cunt as she moaned in joy. “Fuck me, God!” she moaned. “Oh yes! Oh yes! Fuck me hard, my God!” She came on my cock when I filled her with my blessing. Smiling happily, she took her father’s hands and she spoke her vows as my cum ran out of her cunt, “I pledge before my Gods and all these witnesses to love and cherish my father, my husband, for as long as we both shall live.” Earl repeated back his vows, then I pronounced them husband and wife and they kissed before the happy congregation.

Mary and I have performed several weddings since. I married the Cunningham twins, blessing both of their tight, teenage cunts. Rachel, the woman we fucked on her honeymoon during our first trip to New York, showed up with Leah, our chauffeur from the same trip, and her husband, Jacob. Mary performed a joint wedding, marrying all three together. She blessed both brides with a strap-on. It turned out that Jacob and Rachel were both accountants and they were more than happy to manage our finances. Between our Charity and the Church donations, money was pouring in and I couldn’t be bothered to keep track of it. We had bought a limousine and Leah was thrilled to be our chauffeur again. We gave them an empty house to live in on our street and I bound them with the Zimmah ritual.

We had plenty of empty houses to choose from after the attack. We held our last meeting of the Naked Jogging Club the Friday after the attack. It was just too dangerous to be jogging out on the street. We were lucky the nuns didn’t attacks during one of our jogs. The girls were all sad and we had one last orgy in Madeleine’s living room. I ordered all the neighbors that I had let stay to move out, for their own safety. The only people living on Mountain View Court were our servants, bound by the Zimmah spell, and our families. We gave our Vizier, Sam, a house to share with her plaything, Candy, and gave Willow another house. Willow shared it with the three nurses and the receptionist that helped her run our charity clinic.

Mary and I started recruiting voluntary bodyguards who knew just what they were in for, a lifetime of serving us. Most were followers of our religious movement that traveled across the World to serve us. Each week, a new class of ten or so women were sent to the Pierce County Police Academy to be trained. Our bodyguard was down to thirty members, and once we had our willing recruits, we planned on giving them the same choice we gave the sluts, to stay or be set free. Other worshipers were recruited to provide maintenance for our plane and to be nurses in our clinic. When we started constructing our mansion, many of our worshipers volunteered their time and efforts in building the mansion. They felt so honored to build their God’s abode, we didn’t have the heart to tell them no.

For our friends and family whom we had given sex slaves to, we let them decide if they wanted to keep their slaves or give them the choice of freedom. My friends, Quatch, Chris, Karl, and Tom, elected to keep their slaves. As did Missy and her boyfriend, Damien. George and Shannon, on the other hand, freed Starla and to their surprise, she begged to stay on as their sex slave. My mom freed Joy, who quickly left, and Mary’s dad freed Felicity. She left, too, missing her family, but Sean and Tiffany didn’t seem to care. My little sister, Antsy, freed Via and then asked Via to be her girlfriend. Via happily said yes.

Our time since the attack has been busy. At our Charity’s first fundraiser, I announced my plans to run for state office and since them I’ve been giving interviews and and speeches. I had a number of issues that concerned me, the largest being gun control and crime. Everywhere I went, I would tell people to give up their weapons, to not do violence to each other. To just treat their fellow man with dignity. I had this great power and I was going to make the world a better place. I had other issues I championed as well: bigamy, decency laws, age of consent, prostitution, a balanced state budget, and state agencies spending tax money more wisely.

Desiree surprised us all when she admitted to working on a few campaigns in college, so I made her my campaign manager. With my power, running for office was all-too-easy. I was running unopposed, now. My opponents in the primary had been two Democrats, a Republican, a Libertarian, and a Constitutionalist who were all more than happy to drop out after meeting with me. Each gave me their ringing endorsements.

When I wasn’t giving speeches, I was giving interviews. To CNN, to Fox News, to MSNBC. All the talk shows – morning news, daytime talk, the late night shows – would send us requests for interviews. Jessica was our press secretary and handled all of it. Frankly, we just went were she sent us. Our first national talk show was the The Today Show. Mary and I flew to New York City the Sunday after the attack so we could be there bright and early Monday morning.

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The Today Show Set, July 1st, 2013

“Everyone has seen the seemingly miraculous footage taken last Wednesday,” Matt Lauer said when the commercial-break ended.

Mary and I were sitting next to each other on plush, white-leather chairs as Matt Lauer introduced us. Matt Lauer sat across from us, on the other side of the large window where the crowds gathered outside to hold up signs and get seen on TV. Sitting next to Matt Lauer was the beautiful Savannah Guthrie, a broad smile on her freckled face. Her honey-brown hair was styled to be light and curly as it fell about her shoulders. Her blouse was dark gray and sleeveless, almost a vest, that was cut just low enough to show a hint of her freckled bosom.

“With us today, is Mark Glassner and his fiancee, Mary Sullivan,” Matt Lauer finished.

“Hey Matt,” I said, trying to suppress my nervousness. My palms were sweaty, and I could just feel the moisture building in my armpits. Outside, the crowd at the windows cheered loudly, a muffled roar that could be just heard through the glass.

Mary sat cross-legged in one of her sultry dresses, dark blue today. Her freckled cleavage was on display, and most of her beautiful thighs. Her auburn hair was styled to fall about her shoulder in beautiful, dark-red waves that set off her emerald eyes. She smiled, her beautiful dimples appearing on her cheeks. “It’s great to be here,” Mary answered back. She sounded so relaxed. Was she not nervous at all?

“The footage is almost unbelievable,” Savannah Guthrie said, crossing her legs. Her skirt was longer than Mary’s, but her beautiful calves were on display.

“Well, it’s most certainly not a hoax,” I said, trying to smile. “It hurt when I got shot.” That brought a chuckle from Matt and a beautiful laugh from Savannah.

“And that light, what was that?” Savannah pressed. “Did you really get healed by a miracle?”

“Mary and I, both, have powers,” I answered. “And I used those powers to heal myself.” A lie, but Jessica advised us to keep out the consorting-with-demons part.

“Show us something,” Matt Lauer said, a skeptical smile on his lips. “I would love to see your powers.”

Sam had taught us a few new spells. A lot of the magics in the book were stuff I’ve seen stage magicians perform. The type of magics that probably awed the people in ancient times. I concentrated and uttered a single word, “Uwph,” while I imagined I was rising up in the air. I floated up and Matt jumped and Savannah’s eyes widened in surprise. I floated a few feet forward and hovered in the middle of the studio. I could see the crowd outside watching in astonishment. A few, the ones with signs proclaiming me a God, fell to their knees.

Matt stood, his eyes shaken, and walked around me, swinging his arms about my body. He was searching for wires, I realized. His stood up on his tiptoes, straining to pass his arms over my head. “How are you doing that?”

“I have powers,” I answered, floating back to my chair and sitting down without my feet touching the ground. The floating spell required constant concentration, and really wasn’t worth the effort. But it sure was impressive.

“Well, um,” Savannah Guthrie stammered, trying to gather her wits. “People say you are a God. There are people gathering in front of your house. Footage of their, um, worship, and I use that term loosely, has been making the rounds on the internet. They call it worship, but it looks like a, well, frankly, an orgy.”

Mary smiled. “Savannah, Mark and I preach that love should be freely expressed in all its forms. There shouldn’t be any stigma attached to sex. There’s nothing wrong with two people having sex, right?”

“No,” Savannah answered, frowning.

“Then there shouldn’t be anything wrong with people having sex in public,” Mary finished.

Savannah nodded her head, and Matt answered, “I guess when you put it that way, there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with it.”

“No, people should be free to find their pleasure wherever they want to, even if they’re related,” I said, staring boldly at Savannah, who flushed. I saw Mary smile next to me and shake her head. I knew just what she was thinking. She always was amused by my sex drive. But, when you wish for unlimited stamina, you might as well get some use out of it.

“People claim you use a gas to make them do what you want,” Matt Lauer said, continuing the interview. “Any truth to that?”

“No, people just like to follow our suggestions,” I said. “Your producer had us searched by the NYPD to see if we had any gas canisters or anything.”

“We did,” Savannah Guthrie interjected. “There were no suspicious gas canisters or anything.”

“So people just do what you tell them?” Matt Lauer asked, disbelief in his voice.

“How about a demonstration?” Mary asked.

“Sure,” Matt Lauer challenged. “Make us do something that we wouldn’t normally do.”

“Savannah, suck Mark’s cock,” Mary ordered.

Savannah Guthrie’s freckled cheeks were crimson red as she walked over and knelt before me. I reached over and grabbed Mary’s hand, giving her a thankful squeeze. She was such a caring fiancee, always attentive to my needs. Savannah’s hand reached out and unfastened my pants, pulling the zipper down. The crowd outside was cheering. They all heard our commands; no one would think this was weird or wrong.

Unfortunately, Matt Lauer didn’t think it was weird anymore, either. “What does that prove?” he asked, dismissively.

Mary blinked in surprise, then realized what we had just told him and everyone else who was watching The Today Show live. And it had to be live. Our powers didn’t seem to work if we recorded our commands. But a live broadcast, and we made sure it was live with the producers and not on a delay, that worked just fine. Just like talking on the phone.

I could see on the monitors behind the camera that they were getting a good close-up of Savannah Guthrie’s mouth as she engulfed my cock. Her tongue swirled around my cock deliciously. “She’s pretty good,” I moaned.

I glanced at Mary, her lips pursed as she stared at Matt Lauer. His disdain was starting to irritate her. “Well, Matt, how about you quit being the host of The Today Show and let Natalie Morales host in your place. She’s far prettier than you.”

“That is a great idea,” Matt Lauer answered, motioning to Natalie Morales. She was a beautiful, Latina woman with long, black hair. “I’ve had a good time as the co-anchor of The Today Show, but I feel the time has come for me to leave the show.”

Matt Lauer hugged Natalie Morales and kissed her on the cheek and walked off, and she sat down in his chair, confusion painting her face. “Well, Matt, take care, you will be missed,” Natalie Morales said, uncertainly. The producer walked over to Matt and they had a heated conversation behind the cameras.

“You are very pretty,” Mary told Natalie Morales. “Why don’t you show the world just how pretty those tits are.”

“And you’re just gorgeous, Mary,” Natalie Morales said with a smile as she started to unbutton her mauve, silk blouse. “I bet you have some pretty breasts as well, Mary.” Mary’s power to make any woman desire her was having the predictable effect on Natalie.

Savannah Guthrie was sliding her mouth up and down on my cock. I ran my hand through her honey-brown hair as I watched Mary stand up, reach behind her back, and unzip her dress. The shy girl that had blushed so furiously when she first stripped naked in the Starbucks had been replaced by this confidant woman, unashamed to show off her gorgeous body to the world. I admired her perky, freckled breasts tipped with dusky nipples. Her pubic hair had been waxed away, save for a small heart of fiery hair above her pussy.

Natalie Morales smiled, licking her lips, as her blouse fell open. Her large breasts were cradled by a silky, gray bra. Natalie Morales reached behind her and unclasped the bra, and shrugged out of her blouse and bra with one smooth motion. Her breasts were large, sagging just a bit, and topped with huge, dark areolas and hard nipples.

“You may be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Natalie Morales breathed to Mary.

Mary smiled, and crooked her finger at Natalie Morales. The beautiful woman walked across the room to Mary, who kissed her passionately on the lips. Natalie Morales was breathing hard when Mary broke their kiss, and my fiancee sat down on her chair and spread her legs wide-open. “Pleasure me,” Mary commanded.

Natalie Morales knelt down and hesitantly licked at Mary’s slit. I felt my balls boiling as Natalie Morales started licking more confidently at Mary’s pussy. Mary moaned her encouragement, her right hand pinching her left nipple. Savannah’s sucking mouth was bringing me closer and closer to orgasming. I gripped her hair with a tight grip, and held her mouth in place.

“Swallow it, Savannah!” I moaned as I shot my cum into her mouth. I could feel her swallowing, sucking the last of the cum out of my balls. I released her head and she stood up. “Let’s give her a big cheer!” I urged the crowd outside and they were all screaming and shouting. A few of the women flashed their boobs as they got into the spirit of things.

Savannah Guthrie licked some cum off of her lips and waved to the crowd, her freckled face flushed, and a huge smile gracing her lips. She sat back down on her chair, adjusting her blouse, and looked at me. Being a consummate professional, she continued the interview as if she hadn’t just been sucking my cock, “So, not only have you founded a religious movement, but you’re running for public office. A State Representative for your home State of Washington?”

“Yeah,” I said with a smile, and went through the issues that concerned me. Mary spent the time writhing in pleasure in her chair as Natalie Morales devoured her cunt. Mary’s perky breasts heaved as her body shook from her orgasm and she let out a low, throaty moan. I was just finishing talking about my take on marriage, that anyone should be allowed to marry anyone else, even multiple anyones, when Mary finished cumming.

“Umm, she’s done that before,” Mary purred as Natalie Morales stood up. A producer came out and handed Natalie Morales a towel to wipe the pussy juices off her face. Mary just crossed her legs, not bothering to put her dress back on, and started answering questions about our Charity, the Women’s Health Organization for Reproductive Empowerment.

That Today Show interview created a firestorm of controversy. Everyone who watched the broadcast live didn’t see what the problem was, but those on the West Coast, where it was shown on tape delay, were disgusted. Family values groups and feminist groups were up in arms. The larger the controversy grew, the more and more shows wanted to interview us. Mary and I gave more and more interviews, and more and more of our critics were starting to agree with us. The President of the Council of Family Values and his wife appeared on Megan Kelly’s show to debate us. By the end, the President was fucking his wife up the ass while she ate out Megan’s pussy on National TV.

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The Wedding, July 20th 2013

What was taking Mary so long I wondered, as I stood before the crowd. These dress shoes were pinching my toes and I was starting to sweat in my jacket. I glanced back to the bridal tent where Mary and her bridesmaids were gathered, wishing they would hurry up. I was eager to see my sweet filly walking up the aisle in her beautiful dress.

I had already seen her in the dress. We spent an hour taking the wedding photos earlier today. And Mary looked stunning in her dress. It was snow-white, of course, with a lacy bodice. The lace wrapped around her torso, ending at the skirt, which was made of all these layers of ruffles that gave her skirt this bell shape. Her veil covered her whole head, draping across her shoulders and cleavage and she carried a bouquet of white and pink flowers, with a few purple flowers here and there for a splash of vibrancy. The same flowers lined the aisle on plinths and more petals were strewn across a white carpet that had been laid down over the field.

Our friends and families were seated on plastic, folding chairs. I had spent the last week talking to all our guests on the phone, making sure that there wouldn’t be any issues. I gave them a few, simple commands: to find any sex that they might witness to be perfectly normal, to be open to having sex at the reception, and to not feel any jealousy if their spouse or significant other chose to indulge themselves. Once they returned home, they would return to their normal behavior and remember the wedding fondly. With Mary’s family, I had to prepare them for Tiffany’s return, and that she looked eighteen now. Our bodyguards, led by 51, searched all of our guests and the staff for any weapons, just in case a nun had gotten to them. There were a still a few out there, maybe five left in the whole world, but that was enough to cause plenty of mischief.

Mary’s side was far more crowded than mine. She had quite the extended family it turned out. With a number of aunts, uncles, and cousins, and both sets of grandparents. Her father, alone, had five other brothers and sisters all of whom had kids. And a number of those female cousins were quite the lookers and I was excited to get to know a few of them more intimately during the reception. On top of that, Mary had a lot of friends from high school that showed up.

My side had my dad’s brother, Uncle Aaron, and his wife Dee and their two kids, Aaron Jr. and Laura. Next to my cousin, Laura, was her husband who held their infant daughter, Astrid. My mom’s family consisted of my grandma, my fat Aunt Toni and her teenage sons, Ray and Bobby. We seated the sluts on my side to make it look a little less one-sided, along with Cynthia and Vivian. It was nice to see the other two girls I fucked that morning in the Starbucks where I met Mary. My only friends were standing up with me as my best man and groomsmen.

I caught Tiffany’s eyes and I looked away. I still hadn’t forgiven Mary’s mother for getting Chasity and six of my bodyguards killed. Mary and I had a huge fight when she wanted me to go to her parents’ wedding last week. Mary may have forgiven her mother, but I doubt I ever could. All the other bodyguards had made a full recovery thanks to the Tsariy spell that Sam found in the Magicks of the Witch of Endor.

When she told us about a spell that could heal all but death, Mary insisted on healing Alice with it right away. After being shot, the doctors did what they could for Alice, but one round had entered through her throat as she fell and lodged in her brain and the doctors did not expect her to ever wake up.

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Good Samaritan Hospital, July 4th, 2013

The limousine pulled up at the entrance to Good Sam hospital. We were here to heal Alice. Leah was driving. I was so happy that Rachel and Leah moved out here. I had a lot of fun with the two girls that weekend we spent in New York City and I was happy to see that they made their three-way relationship work. They were so cute together when I married the three of them last night. Jacob, their husband, positively beamed with a pretty girl on each of his arms who wanted to be his wife.

I was so excited to heal Alice. I had been so racked with guilt for what happened to Alice and I was so relieved to find out there was a way to heal her. I don’t know how neither Mark nor I had even thought to ask Sam if there was a healing spell in the Book before this morning. My only excuse was that it had been a busy week. We had to fly out to New York City for two days, where we gave several interviews. The most interesting one, of course, was The Today Show and that had produced quite the commotion. I guess getting oral sex from two famous people on national television would cause that.

Yesterday we had three funerals to attend. There was Chasity’s funeral in the morning, then 05’s funeral, whose real name was Dove Atterberry, at noon. The third funeral for Lucy Garnet, 63, was held last night. And today we had two more funerals to attend: Fawn Avery, 34, and Friuza Rostami, 78. Tomorrow would be the final two funerals: for Jeannette Kerry, 22, and Sasithorn Metharom, 30.

Leah held the door open, wearing her short, black skirt, fishnet stockings, and a white bustier that displayed her large breasts beautifully, and the blue and red tie that dangled between the slopes of her breasts looked so cute. She wore a small, black jacket and a chauffeur’s cap. Mark slid out, then held out his hand to help me up. Our bodyguards, 51 and seven others, formed up around us as we walked through the hallway.

Mark and the bodyguards waited outside Alice’s room as I slipped in. She looked so sad, lying on the bed. Bandages wrapped about her neck, a tube down her throat, and every few seconds the mechanical wheeze of the artificial lung pumping air into her would fill the room. IVs and sensors dotted her body. Dean, her husband, sat next to her, clutching her hand. He was wearing a rumpled T-shirt and sweatpants. He looked like hell, eyes baggy and blood-shot, his face covered in ragged, black whiskers.

“Hey, Mary,” he sadly greeted me. He had been by her side ever since she got shot; guilt stabbed at my heart. He still loved her and didn’t know that Alice was cheating on him with me, and with her yoga instructor before that. He also didn’t know that she was preparing to divorce him, wanting to run off with me. I didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth. Until this morning, we all thought that she was never going to wake up.

“Hey, Dean,” I answered. “Everything’s going to be alright.”

“They’re asking me to pull the plug,” Dean replied with hollow eyes. “I don’t know what to do.”

“It will be okay,” I told him and grasped Alice’s hand.

I concentrated on her being healthy, on her being whole. According to Sam, anyone could do this spell, you just had to believe it would work. I knew it would, I had seen too much magic to not know. I concentrated as hard as I could on Alice being healed, and whispered, “Tsariy.” Energy rushed out of me, into Alice, and a scarlet light enveloped her. The world swam about me and I felt dizzy, and then I was falling backwards.

“Mare!” Mark shouted in alarm. I felt his strong hands holding my arms and I realized that he had caught me. The Gift my mother gave him, her nun powers, had given Mark quick reflexes. I smiled up at him, feeling exhausted, and told him, “I’m fine, Mark. Thanks.”

Mark helped me back on my feet and kissed me on the forehead. He was so sweet. I leaned against his solid frame. The healing spell took a lot out of you. The more the person was hurt, the more that was wrong that you had to fix, the more energy it took out of you. I felt like I just had run a marathon. With a backpack full of bricks. Uphill the entire way.

Dean had jumped up and was staring at me in astonishment. “What did you do?”

Alice started choking, bolting upright. Her hands scrabbled to grab the breathing tube shoved down her throat. She gripped the plastic hose and pulled it, gagging and coughing the whole time. She breathed, hoarsely, as she flung the tube away and had another coughing fit. Dean grabbed her, hugging his wife tightly to his chest. There were tears running down his face as he stared gratefully at me.

“Dean?” Alice asked. She sound tired and confused. “What’s going on?”

“You were shot, dear,” he whispered. “You’ve been in a coma for a week. And Mary…she healed you.”

“What, Mary?” Alice glanced around and her hazel eyes met mine. Her cheeks flushed with color and a smile grew on her lips. But the smile quickly faded and her eyes narrowed in anger and jealousy as she realized who was supporting me. Mark was right, I was blind to her feelings. They were as plain as day.

“Dean, I need to talk to Alice, can you wait outside?” I asked. “You too, Mark.”

“You’re okay, right?” Mark asked, concern on his face. I nodded, and he kissed my cheek. “All right, Mare.”

“I’ll be right outside, dear,” Dean told Alice and squeezed her hand. The two men left the room.

Alice looked down at her body, at the IV and sensors. She reached out to take my hand and smiled when I gripped it. “What happened? I had this dream that I shot Mark and…” She trailed off, frowning at me. She must have seen something in my face, some flicker of emotion at the memory of Mark getting shot by Alice. “Oh God, that happened?”

I took a deep breath. “I need to apologize to you Alice.” She started to interrupt me and I placed my finger over her mouth. “Let me just talk, okay.” When she nodded her head, I explained to her all about our powers and our enemies and how she was used as a weapon to try and kill us. A bewildered expression slowly filled her face as I spoke. “Alice, I wanted to have one normal friend, one person not caught up in all of this. So, I didn’t take the steps to protect you. I did not think our enemies could do anything to you. I’m so very sorry, Alice.”

“I don’t know what to say, Mary. This is just so…crazy.” Alice gave a shriek when I rose up into the air. It was the same spell Mark used on The Today Show. I didn’t stay up too long, I was tired from healing her and was having trouble maintaining the concentration, and landed rather hard and I had to catch myself on the railing of her hospital bed. “How did you do that?”

“Magic,” I told her, then took a deep breath. “Do you still love Dean?”

She frowned. “What?”

“Dean spent the last week sitting by your side,” I told her. “He loves you a lot. So, do you love him, still?”

“I don’t know.” Alice gave a shake of her head. “I love you, Mary.”

“I love you like a friend, like a sister,” I explained as gently as possible, “but I love Mark. So, you have the choice, you can choose to stay with Dean, who loves you, and try and work out your problems, or you can continue to pine after me.” I kissed her on the forehead and walked out of the room.

Dean went back into the room and I could see them talking through the glass before I leaned against Mark and we marched down a few doors to Xiu’s room. Xiu looked so tiny on her hospital bed; she was sleeping peacefully, her round face relaxed. Unlike Alice, she didn’t have a respirator to breath for her. Mark walked up to her and took her hand and she woke up and smiled up at him. He whispered a word, and healed her.

She gasped loudly as the scarlet light enveloped her, bolting upright in the bed. When the light faded, the color was back in her round cheeks and her almond eyes were wide with amazement. The IV that had been in her arm had been forced out of her flesh. Xiu ripped off the various sensors, triggering all sorts of annoying alarms, and threw her arms around Mark. “Oh, thank you, thank you, Master!”

Mark stroked her face. “Xiu, I’m going to free you from my control for the next twenty-four hours. I want you to decide if you want to be our slut. Or, if you do not want to be our slut, I will free you.”

Confusion appeared on Xiu’s face as she was released from Mark’s control. She frowned, looking at us, then stood up from the bed and walked over to the plastic bag on the counter that contained her personal effects. She stripped out of her hospital gown; her petite, olive-skinned body was beautiful. Her skin was flawless, her ass firm and slim, and her huge breasts swayed as she moved, topped with dark nipples. She fished around in the bag and pulled out her nipple piercings. She frowned, trying to stick the piercing through her nipple.

“I’m not pierced anymore,” she whispered in surprise.

“I guess I healed you too well,” Mark grinned.

Xiu laughed and pulled out her gold choker with her name written in emeralds, and clasped it about her throat. “I am yours,” she answered and bent over the foot of her hospital bed, grasped her butt-cheeks and spread them, exposing her tight asshole. “Fuck my ass, Master. Hard!” A broad smile appeared on her lips. “Make it hurt, Master!”

“And what about me?” I pouted as Mark was moving behind her.

“I would love to eat your pussy, Mistress,” Xiu said, licking her lush lips. “I am your sex slave. Use and abuse me for your pleasure.”

Xiu gasped loudly in pain as Mark fucked her ass. He had roughly shoved his cock into her unlubed ass. Lust shined in Xiu’s eyes; the slut loved to be hurt, got off on it. I climbed on the bed, spread my legs and felt some of my exhaustion melt away as Xiu’s tongue lapped at my slit. She buried her face in my snatch, her nose bumping my clit, her fingers spreading my lips open as she dug her tongue furiously inside me.

“Oh fuck, that’s nice, slut!” I moaned. I caught Mark’s blue eyes and he smiled at me as he pounded her tight ass. “Eat my pussy! Yes, yes, that’s so fucking nice.” I gasped as Xiu shoved two fingers up my tight pussy.

I watched as Xiu’s ass jiggled as Mark’s groin slapped into her cheeks, filling the room with the slap of flesh. I grabbed Xiu’s black hair with one hand and pulled her face tight against my cunt as my hips writhed in pleasure. Mark was thrusting harder into her ass, pushing Xiu’s face into my pussy as he bottomed out in her ass.

“Your ass is fucking tight, slut!” Mark moaned. “I love fucking your slutty ass!”

Xiu moaned happily into my pussy. “Are you going flood this naughty slut’s ass, Mark?” I laughed.

“I am, Mare!” Mark panted.

I could feel my orgasm building inside me. Skillfully fueled by Xiu’s lips and fingers. Her tongue fluttered at my clit as her fingers slid along my tight sheathe. I groaned, my back arching, as Xiu sucked my little pearl between her lips and curled her fingers just right. My orgasm exploded out of me as the little slut found my G-Spot and I splattered her face with my girl-cum.

“Oh fuck, that was great, slut!” I moaned.

“I’m so happy, Mistress,” Xiu answered from between my thighs. “Master’s cock feels so amazing in my ass! Umm, I’m going to cum, Master! Ohhh, thank you, thank you for making me cum!”

“Fucking slut!” Mark groaned and slammed his cock into her, his face contorted in pleasure as he flooded her ass with his cum. “God damn, that was good, slut!”

Mark pulled out of her ass and I rested back on Xiu’s bed. Xiu turned around and quickly knelt down and started cleaning Mark’s cock off like a good slut. Mark stroked her black hair and smiled at me. Our Xiu stayed and Alice was healed. I wanted to hold onto this happy feeling as long as I could.

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The Wedding, July 20th, 2013

I was freaking out.

“Where’s my locket?” I asked, as grabbed at my throat for the third time, desperately feeling for the gold chain. I knew that it wasn’t there, I had already felt twice, but rational thoughts like that were hard to hang onto when you’re in a panic. Somehow, my locket had slipped off from around my neck. It was heart-shaped, made of silver, with a pink rose sculpted onto the front. I couldn’t lose it. Mark gave it to me that first day I met him. For the last fifteen minutes, my bridesmaids and I had been tearing the bridal tent apart trying to find it. I needed it. I couldn’t leave the tent and walk down the aisle without it!

My older sister Shannon was digging through a box while Antsy and Missy were searching the floor of the bridal tent. I needed to stay calm. If I started crying, my mascara would run and I would look like a frightful mess on my wedding day. “Please, please, please!” I begged over and over, fighting back the tears.

“Here it is!” Alice shouted in triumph. I sighed in relief as my maid-of-honor held up the silver locket. “It fell behind the chair.”

After I healed Alice that day, she had talked with her husband, Dean. She confessed her adultery to him. “I felt so guilty that I had been such a bad wife while Dean was being all attentive and loving since I got hurt,” Alice had later told me. “I just wanted to drive him away so I could wallow in my misery. Only, when I told him that I cheated on him, he was hurt, but he didn’t leave. For the first time, since, well, since forever, I guess, we talked. And it was nice.” They were in marriage counseling now, trying to work through their problems.

The news of Alice’s healing spread through the hospital and soon it was all over the news. And not just Alice’s healing, Mark cured Xiu and half the bodyguards that were still in the hospital before he was too tired. For the last two Thursdays, Mark and I have been healing the sick at Good Sam. It was nice to finally do something good and selfless with our powers.

Alice handed me the locket and I put it around my neck and secured the clasp. I do not know how it fell off my neck, the clasp seemed to be just fine. I was just so very relieved to feel it dangling between my breasts again, that I didn’t care why it fell off. I lowered my veil and took a deep breath. “Okay, let’s get this started.”

Missy popped her head out the tent flap then ducked back in, smiling. “Umm, maybe in a few minutes, Mary.”

I frowned and wondered what Mark was doing? Then an amused smile crossed my lips. No, I should be wondering who Mark was doing. I considered the candidates. One of the sluts, maybe? Or was it Rose Cunningham who was officiating our wedding? Or maybe his mother, Sandy? Certainly not my mom. Mark was still angry with her over Chasity’s death. I missed Chasity, too, but my mom was used by the other side and she felt so guilty over all the deaths she caused.

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Mountain View Court Estates, June 29th, 2013

I slipped out of the house, leaving Mark and our sluts that chose to stay to continue with their orgy. I was glad that most of our sluts stayed but I would miss Fiona, Thamina, and Noel. It was the right thing to do, however. I should have insisted weeks ago, but I was too caught up in the thrill of the power to make someone do whatever you wanted.

I walked naked down Mountain View Court, wearing only a pair of flip-flops. I could hear the music from our worshipers waiting out on the street corner. I didn’t know what to make of that development. Mark clearly found being worshiped too amazing to pass up. But, it just didn’t feel right, to be worshiped. We weren’t Gods. We had powers, sure, but anyone who was willing to pay the price could have them.

Then I had stepped out of the car and heard all those people chanting my name. I shivered, it was so intoxicating. I could feel the love of a hundred people. I bit my lip as I thought about that feeling. It’s not like we ordered them to worship us, I told myself. We never said we were Gods. We just didn’t correct them. And if it made those people happy to worship us, maybe it wasn’t right to take that away from them.

I put those thoughts away as I reached my parent’s house. They lived three houses down from Mark and I. This used to be the Gomez house, I think, before Mark made them sell their house. I pushed open the door and walked in. “Hello,” I called as I wandered around the house. Where was everyone? Missy and Damien lived here, along with their two sex slaves and Felicity, dad’s sex slave.

I heard splashes and I wandered to the back of the house. Missy and Damien and the sex slaves were splashing around in the pool, naked. They were playing Marco Polo, I realized, with Damien blindfolded, trying to find the girls.

“Marco!” he yelled.

“Polo!” the girls yelled back, splashing away from him as he lunged. He caught Dawn, Missy’s sex slave, by the foot and dragged the laughing, blonde girl to him. She hugged Damien and kissed him, wrapping her legs about his waist. Damien started to fuck her; I guess that was the reward for winning.

“Missy, where’s mom and dad?” I asked.

Missy swam to the side of the pool, her budding breasts just visible above the lip of the pool, water beading on her tits. “Upstairs,” she said, rolling her eyes. “They’ve been up there most of the day.”

“Well, have fun,” I said with a grin. Dawn was moaning like a banshee as Damien fucked her.

I went back into the house and walked upstairs. I knocked on my Dad’s bedroom door and then went inside. They were in bed together, cuddling. My dad looked so happy as he glanced up at me and Mom was flushed and smiling, her blonde hair draped across Dad’s chest.

“I see you two are getting along,” I said archly.

Mom’s face grew more red. “We had a lot of time to make up.”

“What can we do for you, Mary?” Dad asked.

“I need to bind Mom,” I answered, walking towards them.

Dad grinned and patted the bed next to him. I climbed on, pressing my naked body against Dad and kissing him on the lips. Mom reached out and, hesitantly, touched my breast. Her finger ran gently along the slope up to my hard nipple. I shivered in pleasure as her finger grazed my hard nipple. I broke the kiss with Dad and leaned over his body and kissed my mom on the lips.

“Are we really going to make love to our daughter?” Mom asked, sounding unsure.

“I need to fuck dad for the Zimmah ritual, Mom,” I answered. “Besides, you two haven’t fucked Missy yet? I’m surprised the little minx hasn’t already barged on in.”

Mom glanced at Dad, her eyebrows raised. Dad coughed. “Well, Missy was just so persistent, and I had already fucked Mary and Shannon. So, it just seemed fair, Tif,” Dad answered, lamely.

Mom drew in a deep breath. “This isn’t the family reunion I thought it would be.”

I grasped my mom’s perky boob. Mom had a cup size on me and I was a little jealous. I tweaked her nipple and said with a grin, “But it’ll be a lot of fun.”

Mom relaxed as I played with her nipple then a naughty twinkle appeared in her blue eyes. “I guess it will be.” Mom kissed me back, this time her lips soft and gentle. I tilted my head and let her tongue slip into my mouth. I felt Mom’s hand on my breast again, squeezing me and rubbing my nipple.

“That was hot,” Dad moaned as we broke the kiss.

Mom laughed and I slid my hands beneath the cover to find him hard, his cock sticky. “Did you just fuck Mom?”

“Yes,” Dad smiled proudly. “A couple of times. We’re like teenagers again.”

“Well, one of you is a teenager again,” I laughed. The benefit of the Gift made one young and beautiful or, in the case of a man, young and ripped. I was enjoying the new Mark. I loved Mark when he was flabby, but Mark with all his muscles was just yummy. Just like Karen, even though Mom wasn’t a nun anymore, she kept the youth and beauty and looked eighteen.

I pushed the covers back to expose his hard dick rising out of the forest of red hair. I moved down and licked his shaft, tasting my mom’s spicy flavor. It was similar to my flavor, but without the sweetness. Dad moaned in appreciation and then Mom’s tongue was licking with me. Our tongues brushed as we cleaned his cock. I kissed my mom around Dad’s cock, tasting his salty pre-cum.

“Oh fuck, that’s amazing,” Dad moaned. “My hot wife and hot daughter are sucking my cock! I’m so damned lucky.”

“Umm, Dad, you feel ready,” I panted, sitting up. “Sit on Dad’s face, Mom.”

I straddled Dad, guiding his hard cock to my wet cunt as Mom slid up to sit on his face. Her blonde bush was messy with her juices and Dad’s cum. Dad didn’t seem to mind, though, and Mom moaned as he ate her pussy out. I sighed in satisfaction as I felt my dad’s cock fill me all the way up. Mom grinned happily at me and I realized just how much alike we looked. I leaned in and kissed the blonde version of myself.

I loved the feel of Dad’s cock inside me. It was the last chance for me to fuck him for awhile. My period should start tomorrow, and then I was going off the pill so Mark and I could have our own child. I was jealous of Korina for beating me to the punch. I rode Dad faster, enjoying his cock rubbing against the sensitive sheathe of my pussy and Mom’s tongue probing my mouth. I gripped her blonde hair and devoured her lips.

My orgasm was building quickly as I slammed up and down on Dad. My mom broke the kiss and she bent down and started sucking at my nipple. “Oh, fuck, that’s nice, Mom!” Her tongue swirled about my nipple, and then she would suck and nibble. Mom sure knew how to please a woman. I cradled my mom’s head to my breast as my orgasm crashed through me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I moaned as I kept fucking Dad.

“Umm, was that a nice one, sweety?” Mom asked.

I smiled and nodded and I bent down to suck on my mom’s nipple. I teased her nipple, gently brushing it with my tongue as she writhed atop Dad’s face. Then I sucked the hard nub into my lips, enjoying the feel of her fat nipple on my lips.

“Oh my baby’s sucking at my breast again,” Mom moaned, stroking my cheeks. “Oh yes, that feels so lovely. How I missed you, Mary.” Her body trembled as she came on Dad’s lips.

Dad lasted a long time inside me. He didn’t have Mark’s recuperative powers and it took him awhile to cum. But Mom and I had a few more orgasms before then as we enjoyed Dad. We kissed each other and played with each other’s breasts. Dad moaned loudly into Mom’s cunt as his cock flooded my pussy with his sperm and the feel of my Dad’s cum flooding my pussy triggered another orgasm. This one wasn’t as intense as the others, but fluttered pleasantly through my body.

I rolled off Dad, my legs sore, and I enjoyed the warm, wet feeling of Dad’s cum in my pussy. “You need to eat me out, Mom,” I told her. “To complete the spell.”

“Sure, sweety,” Mom smiled, and slid between my legs.

I could feel Mom’s breath warm on my pussy as she lowered her face. “Zimmah,” I whispered as she took her first swipe of the incestuous mess between my thighs. I felt the energy flow from Dad into the two of us.

“Oh, wow,” Mom breathed. “We’ll be together, forever, won’t we?”

“Yeah, Mom,” I smiled as she dug her lips into my pussy and began to eat me out. “One happy family, forever.”

“Forever,” Dad whispered and then he leaned over and kissed me and I tasted Mom’s delicious pussy on his lips. Forever with Mark and my family and our sluts, I thought happily as Mom’s sucking lips brought me to a delicious orgasm.

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The Wedding, July 20th, 2013

I glanced at Rose as I waited. She was officiating our wedding, and the teenager was wearing a simple, black dress, that was very low cut and I found myself admiring her cleavage. She had a nice, round pair of breasts that filled out the bodice very nicely. Rose saw my stare and flushed happily, her hand playing with the end of her long, golden braid.

“Are you wearing panties?” I asked Rose.

The sixteen-year-old beamed at me. “Of course not, my Lord. I follow all the teachings.” Rose’s fingers pulled up the hem of her skirt, exposing her blonde bush. “Panties should only be worn to excite your lover or when your period is upon you. Otherwise, a pussy should be free and ready to be entered,” Rose quoted.

“You definitely look ready to be entered,” I smiled.

Rose bent over the altar, holding her skirt up, exposing her tight, teenage ass. “I am ready for my Lord’s pleasure.”

“Jesus,” Quatch muttered, earning a glare from Rose. “Wish I was a God.”

I grinned at Quatch as I moved behind Rose and unzipped my pants. The audience was growing restless as the wait for Mary dragged on, and no-one objected to what I was doing, thanks to my commands. A few watched with interest and Alison gave me a thumbs up and then started kissing her new wife, Desiree.

“Oh my God!” Rose moaned as I entered her tight pussy. I caught her sister-wife, Daisy’s, envious face as she watched her twin getting fucked. Daisy and Rose drew straws to see who would get to officiate our wedding and Daisy was clearly disappointed that she lost. Rose continued moaning, “Fuck me, my Lord! Oh, fuck my juicy cunt!”

I pounded her tight cunt hard and fast and grabbed her blonde braid and pulled her head back. Her face was in profile, her eyes closed tight with pleasure, her mouth wide open as she moaned and panted. I saw movement at the bridal tent, Missy popped her head out for a moment before she ducked back in. I yanked hard on Rose’s braid as I really started to slam into her cunt hard and fast.

“Yes, yes! Fuck my naughty pussy!” Rose was screaming. “Oh, yes! I love your cock, my Lord. Your big, hard cock is making my unworthy cunt feel so good! I’m gonna cum, my Lord!”

Rose’s back arched as she came, her hips slamming back into me, and I enjoyed the silky grip of her cunt milking my cock. I groaned, feeling my balls starting to boil. I thrust harder into her teenage pussy, griping her slim hips as I drove my cock rapidly in and out of her. My balls boiled over with lust and I filled her young cunt full of my cum. I pulled out of Rose and she pulled her skirt back down her ass, a happy smile painted on her face.

The band started playing as I put my cock away. Finally, I thought in relief. The bridesmaids came out, Alice and our sisters. They all looked beautiful in their cream-colored bridesmaid’s dresses. Particularly Shannon and Missy; their red hair made quite a splash against the cream dresses. Alice looked at me and for the first time there wasn’t jealousy in those eyes. I was also relieved that she didn’t pull out a gun when she reached the altar.

The traditional wedding march started up and everyone ‘oohhed’ and ‘aahhed’ when Mary appeared. My heart almost stopped. I had seen her in the dress just a few hours ago as we posed for photos, but this was different. Her emerald eyes found mine through the veil and the smile that covered her face was breathtaking, producing delightful dimples in her cheeks. Clutched in her hands was a bouquet of beautiful flowers, white and pink with a few purple flowers for a splash of brilliant color. Sean, her father, took her arm, and they walked slowly up the aisle. The setting sun lit Mary’s dress with an orange hue and for a moment she looked like an angel aglow with radiant power.

Sean shook my hand, then handed Mary off to me. Alice held Mary’s bouquet as I took my fiancee’s hands. They were soft and gentle and I squeezed them as her flowery perfume filled my nose and left me feeling light-headed. We stared into each other’s eyes as Rose began her marriage ceremony; Mary’s eyes were deep green and full of love and I could happily stare into them forever. Rose gave a sermon on the importance of love and the beauty of two people sharing their lives together. The girl didn’t sound nervous at all, considering she was marrying her Gods.

“Was that Rose I heard moaning?” Mary whispered quietly as Rose preached.

I smiled. “I got bored.”

“That’s my horny stallion.” Mary giggled silently, trying not to let her body shake too much. “Sorry for the holdup. I thought I lost my locket.” She touched the silver, heart-shaped locket nestled in her beautiful cleavage.

“I’m just so happy to marry you,” I answered. She smiled warmly at me and I couldn’t help but smile back at my beautiful bride.

Rose’s sermon went on for about ten more minutes. “The couple have written their own vows,” Rose stated as Quatch passed us the wedding bands. They were simple, golden bands. Inscribed on the inside of each ring was one simple word, “Forever.”

I took Mary’s hand and placed the ring just at the tip of her finger. Mary took a deep breath, tears brimming in her eyes, “Mark, you changed my life the day you walked into my work. You captured my heart and loved me enough to set me free. And I loved you enough to come back. I want to be with you every day of our lives. The good days and the bad. Forever at your side.” My hand trembled as I slid the wedding band all the way onto her finger, up against her engagement ring.

Mary took my wedding band and held my hand, smiling expectantly at me. “That was beautiful, Mare.” She blushed beneath her veil, tears brimming in her beautiful eyes, and I grinned at her. “I was captivated the moment I saw you the day I walked into your work. I never thought I would meet someone who could love me with all her heart the way you have. You are all I will ever need. From now, until the end of time. You are all I need, my love.” Mary was crying and smiling as she slid my wedding band onto my finger.

“By the powers invested in me by my Gods and the State of Washington, I now pronounce you man and wife.” Everyone clapped at Rose’s pronouncement and I lifted my wife’s veil ever so gently. Her lips quivered as we stared at one another and then my arms wrapped around her slim body and I pulled her to me. Our lips met and time seemed to stop. Everything faded away as I kissed my wife and felt her body pressed to me. Her lips tasted sweet, and my nose was filled with the heady scent of her flowery perfume and the faint, coconut smell of her shampoo. Her soft hand stroked my cheek and her dress was silky smooth beneath my hand.

When we broke the kiss, everyone was standing and clapping. We breathlessly turned to face our families, Mary’s arm hooking around mine. We started to walk slowly down the aisle, past the grinning men and the teary-eyed women. They started showering us with rice, the kernels falling about us, getting stuck in our hair and sliding down the front and back of my shirt.

A white Rolls Royce limo pulled up and Leah opened the door. She was wearing a more conservative chauffeur’s outfit than usual. Tears shown in her hazel eyes as she murmured, “I’m so happy for you, my Gods.” Mary stroked her face and bent and kissed her gently on the lips before slipping into the limo. I helped to gather her skirt up and slid in beside her.

“You are so beautiful,” I told my new wife, snuggling up to her and kissing her smiling lips as my hand slid up the side of her dress to gently squeeze her breast through the lacy bodice.

“It’s only a five minute drive to the lodge,” Mary protested between kisses. We were holding our reception at the Paradise Lodge, nearby. As I groped Mary, my other hand was busy lifting up her skirts. “You’ll ruin my dress.” Her protests were growing weaker as my hand found her stocking-covered thigh and I slid up her leg. She was wearing panties with a smooth material. Satin, maybe. I found the warmth between her legs and started rubbing her moistening pussy through her panties’ gusset.

“My horny stallion,” Mary panted, kissing me back. “You’re going to make a mess of my hair, too.”

“I don’t care,” I told her. My fingers found the elastic band of her panties and started to pull them off.

“Umm, I don’t either,” panted Mary as I ran my fingers through her bare pussy. “Make love to me, husband.”

The limo stopped, we were already at the lodge. But, our guests could wait while I made love to my wife. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Leah turn to watch us, her smiling face framed by her bleached-blonde hair. Mary’s hand fumbled at the zipper of my slacks. She reached into the fly, tugging my boxers down and wrapping her hands around my cock and fishing my hardening shaft out. She leaned against the side of the limo, spreading her legs. Her skirts and petticoats bunched up about her waist, almost hiding my wife from me as I settled between her thighs.

“Ohh, I love you,” Mary moaned as my cock found the opening to her pussy and I slid inside her.

She was warm and wet and tight. “I love you, my sweet filly!” I moaned as I started thrusting into her wet hole. I fucked her hard, rocking the limo with every plunge. Mary slammed her hips back at me. We were both too horny to bother with foreplay. Besides, our guests were waiting. The grip of her cunt on my cock was sending waves of pleasure through my cock, ending at my balls.

“Fuck me, fuck me, stud!” Mary gasped loudly. I could see our guests arriving through the tinted window above Mary’s head, and the amused smiles on their faces. They all knew what was going on in the limo.

“My beautiful wife!” I panted. “Your pussy feels so amazing.”

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, Mark! Umm, pound your filly’s cunt. Give me a good ride!”

The car was quickly filling up with the scent of my Mary, that sweet and spicy aroma of her cunt. I inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent. The slap of flesh and the rustle of fabric echoed through the back of the limo. Mary squealed in pleasure, bucking beneath me. I felt her cunt contracting about my cock as her orgasm rolled through her body.

I slammed three more times into her, balls growing tighter and tighter, and then buried myself inside my wife and flooded her pussy with my cum. We both were breathing hard and I tried to kiss her, but her bunched up skirt made that far too difficult. I pulled out and put my wet cock back into my pants. Mary found her panties and pulled them on quickly to contain the mess inside her.

“That was great, Mare,” I told her. “I love you so much.”

She smiled happily at me and kissed me. “Do I look alright?”

Mary’s hair was a little mused, her skirt a little wrinkled, and her face was flushed and sweaty. “You look so beautiful.”

Leah opened the door and this time we were greeted with catcalls and whistles as we headed into the lodge for the reception. Mary and I stood at the entrance and greeted everyone as they walked in. The children were taken to a small room to be out of the way, and everyone else went into a richly-appointed dining hall. There was a long table for the wedding party, with Mary and myself seated in the middle, and everyone else sat at small, round tables that seated four. We spread out the sluts, sitting each one by a male cousin and told them to be very friendly.

After the dinner, Mary and I did our solo dance. Neither of us danced well, but everyone clapped when we finished. Maybe they were just relieved that our solo was over. Other couples joined us on the dance floor: my mom and her girlfriend Betty, Mary’s parents, Missy and Damien, and my sister and Via. As we were dancing, I saw Lillian slip off with my cousin Ryan. He was sixteen and probably about to lose his virginity. I danced with my mom, and Betty, and Shannon, before I found myself dancing with Alex, one of Mary’s red-headed cousins.

Alex was seventeen, lithe and pretty, with fiery red hair and a face almost entirely covered in freckles. Mary smiled at me as she was twirled about by my cousin, Aaron Jr., as I led Alex off to a side-room we set up for couples to go and be intimate in. Mary didn’t want her wedding to descend into an orgy. The room was partitioned into curtained-off, little rooms with mattresses.

“Oh wow,” a woman exclaimed from behind a curtain. “You do have a cock! How did you do that?”

“Magic,” Sam answered. Sam, our former slut who was now our Vizier, had given herself a dick using a spell she found in the Book.

I opened the curtain curious to know whom she was fucking. Sam was sucking at a woman’s breast as they sat on a mattress. The woman had her hands wrapped around the cock that jutted up from Sam’s groin. I blinked in surprise, the woman was my cousin Laura. And then I realized her husband, Ethan, was sitting in the corner jacking off as he watched his wife and Sam.

Sam’s lips came away from Laura’s breast and I saw a white liquid beading on Laura’s nipple. Breast milk, I realized. She only had Astrid two months ago as I recall. I wondered what breast milk tasted like as Sam bent down and sucked on her other nipple. Must be delicious, because Sam was eager to try more.

I pushed Alex down to her knees and told her to suck my cock. Sam heard and turned her head, licking her lips. “Sir, are you going to watch?”

“Yeah,” I smiled and Sam grinned at me.

Sam pushed Laura onto her back and hiked up the green skirt of my cousin’s dress as Alex licked at the head of my cock. Her tongue felt nice as it fluttered about my sensitive cock’s head. Sam pulled off Laura’s white panties, exposing her brown bush. Sam ran a few fingers through Laura’s cunt and spread open her pink pussy and guided her cock to my cousin’s cunt.

“Fuck me!” Laura begged. “I want to see if a woman’s cock feels different.”

Ethan scooted closer to his wife and offered his cock to her lips. “Thanks, cutie,” Ethan moaned as his wife sucked his cock into her mouth.

From where I was standing, I had a perfect view of Sam sliding her cock into Laura’s cunt. Beneath Sam’s cock I could see her wet pussy. Laura moaned around her husband’s cock as Sam started fucking her with slow, deep thrusts. Laura’s hands started to grope Sam’s olive-skinned ass, slipping down and finding her wet pussy.

“Finger me, slut!” Sam moaned as Laura found her wet pussy. Sam thrust hard into Laura as my cousin shoved her fingers up Sam’s eager cunt.

“Fuck that’s amazing!” I moaned as I watched. I grabbed Alex’s head and shoved her mouth around my cock and started fucking the girl’s face. There was something hot about watching a girl with a cock fuck another girl. This was like that Anime shit that Quatch was into. Never find your friend’s porn collection, I learned the hard way. Especially if he’s into some weird, Japanese fetishes. But seeing this live, I was starting to get why he liked it.

Sam was pounding Laura’s cunt harder and harder. Ethan didn’t last long in his wife’s lips and flooded her mouth with his cum. When his dick popped out, Sam bent down and kissed Laura and the pair snowballed his cum as Sam continued pumping in and out of Laura’s cunt. My balls were boiling over at that, and I filled Alex’s mouth with my spunk.

“Wow,” Alex panted, when I released her. “You cum a lot, Mark.” She glanced at the action and I saw her fidgeting.

“Pretty hot, huh?” I asked her.

“She has a cock?” Alex whispered in awe, licking her lips. “Holy shit, that’s cray.”

“Gonna cum!” Sam moaned, slamming her hips inside Laura. “Oh shit, your pussy feels amazing!” Sam buried herself into Laura’s cunt, breathing hard and then rolled off. My cousin’s pussy gaped open and was messy with Sam’s cum.

“Clean her up,” I ordered Alex.

“How?” Alex asked, looking around for something. A towel, maybe? I should have been more specific.

“With your mouth,” I told her.

Alex flushed and licked her lips, bending down to Laura’s cunt. Sam’s cock shrunk, and went back to being a clit, as she watched Alex hesitantly lick at my cousin’s messy cunt. Sam looked back at Ethan and grabbed his cock and gave it a stroke.

“Want to fuck my snatch?” Sam asked, a smile on her round face.

“Got to get me ready,” Ethan told her as Sam lazily stroked his cock. Sam smiled and sucked his cock into her lips.

I lifted Alex’s red skirt up. She wore a pair of red, satin bikini-cut panties. I pulled them down to her thighs and found her furry, red muff. I grabbed her plump asscheeks and spread them open. She had a cute, rosebud asshole. It look so inviting, I just had to fuck her ass. I shoved my cock inside her cunt to get my dick nice and lubed.

“Holy shit!” Alex gasped in surprise as I pushed into her tight asshole and slid my dick a few inches into her hot ass. “What the hell, you’re fucking my ass!”

“Don’t stop licking!” Laura begged. “I was so close.”

“Keep licking, slut!” I barked at Alex, and slapped her ass.

She yelled and buried her face back into Laura’s cunt. Alex was turning into quite the eager muff diver as I fucked her tight ass nice and slow. Sam stretched out next to Laura, and Ethan mounted her and started fucking away. Laura smiled at her husband and ran a finger down his arm. Ethan smiled at her, then bent over and sucked at her milky nipple.

I gripped Alex’s hips, and fucked her ass faster and faster. Her ass was tight and hot and felt like rough velvet. Her small hips started to move as she got used to my cock up her ass and it wasn’t long before I heard her moan in pleasure into Laura’s cunt. Laura was gripping Alex’s red hair and cursing as her orgasm neared.

“Eat me!” she moaned. “Oh God, I’m so close to cumming! Just lick at my clit a little bit more! Yes, yes! Just like that!” Milk was running out of her nipples as she bucked on Alex’s face, then fell back, a contented smile on her lips. “Umm, that was nice.”

I kept fucking Alex’s ass and I stared hungrily at her tits. “Let me taste your milk, Laura.”

“Sure, Mark,” she said, standing up and bending over, dangling her full breasts in my face. Her nipples were dark red and I latched on sucking. The milk was sweet, far sweeter than a cow’s milk, and had a bit of a cantaloupe flavor. I sucked hungrily, enjoying the taste of her milk.

“That’s my randy stallion,” Mary’s voice purred from behind.

I let go of my cousin’s tits to see Mary leading in one of her high school friends, a blonde girl with curvy hips and breasts that were spilling out of the top of her black dress. Her dress was half-unlaced and Mary’s hand was down the front. Mary pulled her hand out and walked over to Laura, bending down to taste her breast milk.

“Umm, that’s good,” Mary purred. Then she grabbed Laura’s hand and her high school friend’s hand and led them off to another curtained partition.

“Hey, I wasn’t done,” I protested.

“When you’re finished with Alex’s ass, come join us,” Mary laughed.

I pounded Alex’s ass, cumming as quick as I could. I had to get another taste of that breast milk. I left Alex lying next to Sam and Ethan as they fucked, my cum dribbling out of her tight ass. I found Mary’s friend sitting on my wife’s face and Laura eating out my wife’s pussy. I knelt behind my cousin, lifted her skirt. Alex did a good job cleaning my cousin’s cunt I noticed as I lined up my cock and shoved it into her pussy.

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My feet were killing me. We had just spent the last hour dancing. The hour before that was spent fucking. I still had the flavor of Laura’s breast milk on my lips. My new husband sat next to me. Thanks to his new powers from my mom, he wasn’t even out of breath. He had far too much energy these days. He put his arm around me and I snuggled up against him and kissed his cheek.

After Mark came in his cousin Laura’s cunt, Mark and I nursed at her tits as my friend, Shelly, ate Mark’s cum out of her pussy. When Laura came, her milk seemed to flow a little faster as we sucked at her. I loved the taste of breast milk. I heard a woman could produce milk as long as she had someone to nurse. Korina had beautiful breasts and I couldn’t wait until she had Mark’s kid and her milk was flowing. She was going to be our little milk slut.

The band was playing a slow song and despite how sore my feet felt, I itched for one more dance with my husband. Mark smiled when I told him, and he led me out to the dance floor. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he held my waist and we swayed together. I stared into his blue eyes and enjoyed the boyish grin on his lips.

Alison and Desiree danced beside us, the two newlyweds lost in each other’s eyes. Other couples joined us: my mom and dad, Laura and Ethan, Shannon and her fiancee, and Cynthia and Vivian. Via dragged Antsy out onto the dance floor and I smiled in amusement. Antsy and Mark were a lot alike, they both fell in love with their slaves and set them free. My friend, Ursula, and her boyfriend swayed past us, and Quatch and his sister-slave, Kim, were practically grinding on each other. Lillian danced with my cousin Alex for a minute, and then the two were slipping into the side room to fuck. Lillian spent most of the night in there. I think she was on a mission to fuck every cousin Mark and I had.

The song ended and Mark scooped me up in his strong arms. “Thank you,” I whispered, relieved to be off my tired feet.

He kissed my forehead. “Any time, Mare,” he grinned and carried me out to the waiting limo as our friends and family wished us well on our honeymoon. We were off to spend two weeks seeing the sites of Europe, starting with Paris.

This time we just cuddled as Leah drove us off the slope of Mount Rainier back towards South Hill. I dozed in my husband’s arms and when Mark shook me, we were at Thun Field. Our Gulfstream was fueled and ready for take-off. The eight bodyguards there accompanying us, led by 51, waited at attention in their slutty uniforms. Next to them was our flight crew; Joslyn and Lynda in their slutty stewardess outfits. Our actual stewardesses, Monique and Lize, were stunningly beautiful in their sexy outfits: skank-skirts that didn’t even cover all of their asses, and white corsets that left their magnificent breasts bared. We hugged and kissed our flight crew then boarded our plane.

Monique helped me with my skirt as I climbed into the airplane. I hoped my wedding dress wasn’t too ruined. I had done a bit more fucking in it then I planned on. On board, Mark helped me slip out of my wedding dress, leaving me standing in my wedding lingerie. A white, satin bra that molded perfectly about my breasts, my satin panties that clung to my ass like a second skin, and my garter belt holding up my white stockings.

“You are so beautiful,” Mark whispered in awe as his eyes feasted on me. I posed for him like a forties pin-up gal. Mark kissed me and scooped me up in his arms and sat down on the chair.

I adjusted myself on his lap, my legs draped over the arm of the chair and I stared into his blue eyes. “I love you, Mark Glassner.”

He stroked my cheek, sending a delicious thrill through my body. “I love you, Mary Glassner.”

Mary Glassner. I smiled, liking the sound of that. The plane taxied down the runway, off to fly us to Europe for our two week honeymoon. Happiness churned in my heart as I kissed my husband as the plane accelerated down the runway and leaped from the ground. When we were at cruising altitude, Mark carried me in his arms to our cabin at the rear of the plane, and the inviting bed that awaited us.

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University of Wisconsin-Madison, July 20th, 3013

“I’ll be there by ten,” Brandon had told me on the phone and that was nearly three hours ago.

This waiting was killing me. Brandon had been breathing down my neck to finish translating his book, and now that it was done, he was late. Doubt was starting to eat away at my mind. This entire situation was off. The only thing that kept me from going home was the thought of the two hundred thousand Brandon owed me.

Why he would pay three hundred thousand for a translation of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor was beyond me. It was like the numerous grimoires I had seen over the years, the Keys of Solomon, for instance, or the Sefer Raziel HaMalakh, that purported to let you do magic and command angels and demons. There was definitely more to the story than Brandon told me.

So I decided to take steps to protect myself.

I had uploaded my translation to the school’s server. The school’s system had a useful function, a teacher could upload an assignment and have it published at a later date. So, I set the computer to publish the translation on Monday at noon. If everything went smoothly tonight, I would take it down. But, if something went wrong, the translation and a message telling everyone that Brandon Fitzsimmons was responsible for anything that might have happened to me would get published.

I should just walk away. Every bone in my body was telling me to do that. That’s why I set up the insurance with the school server to begin with. Brandon didn’t want anyone else to know about the translation. But I just couldn’t bring myself to walk away from all that money. The first check had cleared. One hundred thousand dollars was more than I made in a year and I wanted that other two hundred thousand he promised. I was nearing my retirement and my divorce last year had eaten up my nest egg.

Footsteps approached and I perked up. The door to my small office opened and there was Brandon. He looked more haggard than a month ago, greed and excitement gleaming in his eyes. I swallowed, fear bubbling in my stomach. This was a mistake, I should run, I should shout, or attack him. But, I wanted that money. I needed that money.

So instead, I greeted Brandon.

“You have it, Professor Scrivener!” he demanded.

I pulled out a thumb drive, holding it out. “Yes, I…” Brandon just yanked it out of my hand.

“This is the only copy?”

I lied, “Yeah. I erased my hard drive like you asked. Where’s my money?”

A smile appeared on Brandon’s lips and he reached into his coat just like last time. Only this time, he pulled out a small, black gun. “Wait!” I shouted. I needed to tell him about my insurance. “I made…” My words were cut off by a punch to my chest. I clutched at my breast, blood welling between my fingers, and I stumbled back. No, no, no! This can’t be happening! You greedy fool! I struggled to talk, to tell Brandon about my insurance, but it was too hard to breath, let alone speak.

You stupid, greedy idiot, I berated myself as I sank to the floor. Brandon grabbed my computer case and slammed it hard onto the floor, spilling broken components everywhere. He fished out the hard drive and pocketed that, then slammed my laptop on the floor. Everything was growing darker and darker as Brandon dug through the wreckage of my laptop to find its hard drive and…

I was falling, falling, falling.

Into darkness.

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Babylon’s House, July 21st, 2013

“Chantelle,” I said, softly, shaking my pregnant wife. She was sleeping in one of the bedrooms in Babylon’s house. We had been staying with Babylon ever since her coven started worshiping Lilith. For the last month we had been caring for the barely conscious Karen as Lilith’s vessel grew swiftly in her belly.

“What, Lana?” she asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her belly was swollen with Lilith’s child. Both of us were pregnant with our Goddess’s children. They were growing fast, only a month had passed since Lilith blessed us with her seed. We would probably give birth in just a few days, a week at most.

“Karen’s gone into labor,” I told her and I could feel the excited smile growing on my lips. “Our Goddess is about to be born!”

To be continued…

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My wild girlfriend molests her sleeping roommate in front of me.

My Wild Girlfriend’s Roommate is Asleep

(This is just a quicky one-shot)

I dated this one girl in college who was really crazy and wild. Now I mean a truly crazy bitch. Sometimes she was ultra sexy and horny, and other time a frigid bitch who wouldn’t give me the time of day. On our last date she was in ultra-horny mode. She was kissing and rubbing herself all over me. I wanted to take her back to my place, but she demanded hers since was much closer.

I thought we were going to die in a car wreck as she was already jacking me off while driving there, but we hurried into her dorm and up to her room. I was kissing her neck and squeezing her ass hard to hear her happy squeals when we opened the door and found her dorm-mate Jessica sleeping soundly in her bed, even though Kate, my girlfriend, had assured me she was going to be out all night with her own boyfriend.

I felt really embarrassed being there, because Jessica was barely dressed and had her blankets all twisted so she was half hanging out with a lot of exposed flesh. I really wanted tonight to have a happy ending, so I whispered urgently to Kate, “She’s out cold. If we are quiet maybe we can just go to my place instead and not wake her up.”

Kate looked at me then looked at Jessica “Well, I’m horny now, and as you said, she’s out cold.” Then she got an evil grin on her face. “Let’s just see if we can have some fun.” As soon as she said this, Kate walked over to Jessica’s bed and pushed up the top of her sleep-shirt, already crumpled up at the base of one breast. She exposed a small nipple on her big round breast and quickly latched her mouth onto Jessica’s nipple.

I stood there mesmerized like an idiot as Kate sucked away on the other girl’s teet, until I nervously closed the door, making the room quite a lot darker. I reached over to turn on the gentle blue lava lamp Kate had by her bed and saw Kate had pulled down the blanket, revealing Jessica’s nakedness except for the long shirt now crumpled up at her neck.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” asked Kate as she stood up and threw off her own shirt and bra in one motion. I tried to come up with something to say, but Kate just got at the foot of the bed and lowered her mouth onto Jessica’s pussy.

I quickly got undressed as Jessica moaned erotically in her sleep at Kate’s sapphic ministrations. I joined in by eagerly joining in by began sucking Jessica’s nipples. Now they were firm and pointy as I sucked on them. Then Jessica woke.

“Ohh, Kate, you always do that so well.” Then she opened her eyes and saw me. “Finally decided to share Fred? Can I suck his dick?” She didn’t even wait for a response. Jessica grabbed my dick and pulled me up to her face where she engulfed it with her mouth. Kate stood up and took off her jeans while Jessica pulled my ass to her face until I was tickling her tonsils.

Then Kate pulled me away and threw me to her bed and quickly impaled her sweet pussy on my throbbing saliva covered cock, Jessica pouted, “Hey! No fair waking me up and not letting me play too you teasing tramp!”, but Kate ignored her and just started slamming into me hard and fast.

Jessica wasn’t waiting either and climbed onto the bed with us also and straddled her thighs over my face. I grabbed that ass and dove into her already once-licked cunt and flicked my tongue over her clit and poked two fingers up her wet snatch. She went wild as Kate was, bouncing feverishly on my cock. They leaned into each other and while I couldn’t see it, I could hear their moans cut on and off as they made out with each other.

It was all too much for me and I groaned into Jessica’s pussy as I unloaded a gallon of cum into Kate’s steaming cunt. I heard her yell out and cum with me as Jessica’s fingers frigged her clit. Her orgasm sucked the very life out of me and I thought I was going to die.

Jessica moved off me with Kate as I sat up, but Jessica then went down on Kate saying in a sexy voice, “Oh boy. Normally I have to wait hours to suck Freddy’s cum from your cunny. I bet it tastes even better when it’s hot and fresh.” Kate was sitting against the wall on the bed while Jessica, on all fours, ass and feet handing of the bed sideways, shoved her face nose deep between Kate’s legs and made slurping sounds.

Normally after cumming I’m exhausted for a while before falling asleep, but the scene was just so totally hot and impossible I couldn’t resist being turned on. My cock was shrinking and tingling, but I knew I’d probably never get a chance like this again. I stood up, rubbing my cock while watching these two sexy sluts and looking at the brand new pussy I’d licked, but not yet fucked, wiggle and shake as me while she ate my cum from my girlfriend’s pussy.

That was enough to get anyone hard again and I quickly thrust my reinvigorated cock into that fresh pussy. I wasn’t as tight as Kate’s, but it didn’t matter; it was new and I was fucking her, so it felt great. “Oh yea!” she cheered, “Looks like Freddy couldn’t resist my sexy ass.” I thrush hard, pounding her face into Kate’s crotch and she went back to work on cum diving while I fucked her.

After a few minutes of this Kate got up and out of the way, allowing Jessica to fuck me back with vigor. It felt really weird fucking another woman in front of her but she just smiled and cuddled up beside me whispering to me as I fucked. “You like that slut?” I did, but just groaned instead of answering.

“Fuck that whore on my bed hard,” Kate continued. Then she grabbed my balls from behind, “Are you gonna cum for her?” I was getting close now and nodded with another groan.

Kate got behind me and started thrusting her own pelvis into my butt, matching my own actions while she spurred me on, “Fuck that bitch up. Shoot your sperm inside her.”

Oh, boy. I was almost there and felt my throbbing begin and held my breath. “Oh Jezzus FUCK!” Jessica yelled as I thrust hard one last time.

Then Kate whispered in my ear a half second before I came, “She’s not on the pill.” Then she pushed my ass forward and I couldn’t move as my second load of sperm of the night exploded out of my body and splattered into a new eager womb. My brain said pull out, but my reflexes, and the two women on either side of me pinned me in place as pulse after pulse of my swimmers were deposited deep into Jessica’s quaking uterus.

After a moment Kate let me go and I collapsed back onto Jessica’s bed, mind numbed and too happy and tired to think straight as I passed out that bed by myself, while Kate and Jessica cuddled up in Kate’s bed.

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Snoopy sniffs nectar and the world becomes bathed in its essence

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It was September. I was on a walking holiday and finally, after 3 days of rain, the sun shone. It was a lovely warm day; I had set out this morning from the guesthouse I was staying at high on the moors. What a time it had been.

The guesthouse was run by a couple in their 40’s. He was a Holiday Tour Manager therefore he was often away; his wife was a frustrated and lonely woman who, during the long wet days and nights, had proved very amenable to sexual overtures. Even on my first evening there, I had been left in no doubt that ‘Extras’ were available. I indulged in those ‘Extras’ for three wonderful, rainy, days and now needed a respite and some fresh air.

My dog Snoopy was with me; and as dogs do, he was running around, sometimes behind and sometimes in front as he now was. We had walked for some time and I was looking for some shade to sit in and get water for us both out of my rucksack.

I whistled and heard an answering bark but he did not appear so I whistled again and this time I realized that the bark came from below me. I cast around and then saw a very narrow track through the heather which I followed down the slope and around a rocky outcrop.

Sitting inside a rock shelter formed from a rock slab with a huge rock overhang was a girl.
Like me, she had wanted to sit and rest in the shade and have a drink from the water bottle in her rucksack.

“Oh I didn’t think anyone else knew about this cave.”

“I didn’t know of it, I just followed the sound of Snoopy’s barking when I whistled him. I’m sorry if he frightened you, I wanted a rest and to give us both a drink.”

“I wasn’t frightened; he was being friendly and trying to lick me.”

I got Snoopy’s bowl out and poured him some water then put a couple of his biscuits out for him then sat a little way from the girl so she wouldn’t be frightened. Snoopy wolfed his biscuits down and lapped his water then crawled to the girl and tried to push his nose into her crotch.

She had shorts on so he didn’t get far, instead he tried to get his snout up the inside of her shorts leg. She giggled and pushed him away and I grabbed his collar and told him to sit so he tried the same with my shorts until I smacked his snout and he moved away to lick his cock which was peeping out from its sheath.

“Why did he do that to me?” She asked. I explained that he liked the smell of her private parts and wanted to taste her. When he couldn’t do that he tried with me and as that didn’t work he is consoling himself by giving himself a sexual thrill, she blushed a little and asked how he could do that.

“Do you really want to know?”

“Yes, mum never wants to talk about anything of a sexual nature, my sister and I don’t know the girls at school very well because we live in a farmhouse away from the town. We have to cycle four miles to get to school and coming back it is all uphill, so we don’t have much time to see them after school and were too busy during school time.”

“What about dad?”

“He isn’t around anymore, and we don’t want him here, he hurts mom.”

“Is your sister good company for you, how old is she?”

“We’re twins, but not identical. We were 17 last month. She’s a bit taller, but has smaller breasts. I wish mine were smaller, all the boys look at my breasts and not my face even when they’re talking to me.”

“I must say that I also have a hard time trying not to look at your breasts; it is difficult not to, they look lovely.”

“Thank you, that was nice of you, but I do feel embarrassed when boys stare at me. You were going to tell me why your dog licks himself.”

OK! I will tell you why, but remember, you did ask me to explain things. Will you promise to tell the truth?”

“Yes.”

“When you have a bath or are in bed, do you ever stroke between your labia? Don’t be shy if you do then say so, believe me you’d be very unusual if you don’t.”

“I do Sometimes.”

“Does your sister?”

“I don’tknow.”

“I’ll bet she does. Does it feel nice?”

“Yes.”

“Do you do it because it feels nice or do feel that you have to do it because your vagina feels uncomfortable and aches if you don’t?”

“Sometimes because I like it and sometimes because I feel that I have to.”

“Well that is normal. It is the same for males, we get an urge to rub ourselves, sometimes when we’re feeling lonely and sometimes when we’re feeling aroused. The dog is just the same, but he has an additional problem, at least I think it’s a problem, but I can’t be sure. He has a highly developed sense of smell and can therefore smell our sex glands working and that arouses him.”

“I didn’t think that a human could arouse a dog.”

“You’re wrong. The next problem he has is that, unlike us he can’t rub himself, and he can’t suck himself so he has to do what’s left and lick himself.”

“What do you mean by unlike us?”

“You can stroke between your labia and tease your clitoris can’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Well your clitoris is like a penis, We men don’t have the luxury of a vagina so I have to stroke my penis until it gets stiff enough for me to get hold of and really stroke it hard and fast.That’s called masturbation. In both your case and mine, doing that gives us a very nice feeling so we do it often and we do have to do it sometimes because it relieves our tensions.

Another reason we are better off than the dog is that we can get someone else to do the masturbating for us, and you’ll just have to take my word for it that this is a great deal nicer than DIY.”

“DIY?”

“Do It Yourself. The final benefit is that we can also get someone else to lick and suck our respective sex organs and believe me a woman has a great deal more pleasure when she has that done for her than a man does when it’s done to him, but I wouldn’t refuse it if a woman would do it to me. Also remember that if a woman does it to another woman sh….”

That’s lesbianism!”

“Yes it is. The point I was making is that women will get much more satisfaction from having another woman lick and suck her sex because the woman would not be trying to work you up so that you would let her put her cock into you.

She’d be doing it purely for the pleasure it gives both of you, she’d be a great deal gentler than most men could manage and she’d be eager to teach you how to please another woman, or learn what you know.”

Snoopy had moved and was lying flat on the floor having wormed his way up between the girl’s legs. He could obviously smell something good and now had his snout pressed against her. She didn’t push him away; in fact, she spread her legs further apart. I let the girl enjoy the feeling of snoopy pressing against her vulva for a while, but I too was in need some action.

“Are you enjoying that?”

“Yes, it feels nice having something pressing against me just there.”

“Lie down so that I can demonstrate something.”

She lay back and I realized that she was a very submissive person. Rapidly I removed my T-shirt and shorts then moved to her side.

“I’ll show you what I mean about it feeling better if someone else strokes you.”

I leant forward, put my left hand on her stomach, and gently stroked it with a circular motion as my right hand undid the top button and the zip of her shorts. Now I used my hands to stroke her stomach and slowly ease them under her knickers. As the back of my left hand lifted the material upwards, my right hand moved further down until I was cupping her Mons pubis in my hand.

I was conscious that I mustn’t rush this or she would take fright and I definitely didn’t want that to happen. I gently pressed a finger against her vulva and began stroking her outer labia until they parted, allowing me access to her inner labial lips. I was now able to push slowly into her moist opening. I didn’t enter very far, just deep enough for her to know that my finger was inside her sex tunnel, and then I withdrew my finger and held it to her face.

“Smell that. Have you ever smelt your sex before?”

“No, I’ve never thought of doing that.”

“Well the aroma of a woman’s sex is addictive to a great many men and women and I’m one of them and you already know that Snoopy loves it as well. Suck my finger, taste yourself.”

She did so and told me it tasted sweet.

“Women taste different at different times of the month and also different from each other, if you taste your mother or sister they will taste different to you and you’re both from her body.”

My cock was a rigid bar at this point, but I did my best to ignore its demands and continued in my task of getting all the clothes off her. Replacing my hand inside her knickers, I drew my finger upwards to find her clitoris and having done so I began circling my finger around, and across the top, of her fully aroused button.

The reaction was immediate she went from a gentle sighing sound to a much louder panting and grunting sound, I withdrew my hand for moment so that I could use both hands for the next stage of her seduction.

“Lift your lovely bottom off the floor.”

She did as instructed and as soon as her bottom lifted off the floor, I pushed her shorts and knickers down over her hips. I then slid my T-shirt under her before pressing her back down to the floor. Moving to her feet, I removed her shoes and socks, and then pulled her knickers and shorts all the way off.

“Open your thighs wide and bend your knees. Now put your feet flat on the ground. You have to open your thighs wider; I want to get my face up against your sex.”

She put herself at my disposal and I lowered myself down, parted her labia, and licked into her sex. Before I could do more, she clasped my head, pulled my mouth hard against her sex, and then brought her thighs together trapping me there until her shuddering orgasm was over.

As soon as she relaxed her grip I moved away from her, knowing as I did so, that my position was about to be taken by a very happy dog. He shoved his nose into her and began licking.

She gasped, but didn’t object to his actions so while she was groaning and gasping I undid her shirt and lifted her bra’ over her breasts so that I could fondle her two beautiful, soft, and rounded mounds. She could take as long as she liked to regain her composure; I was in heaven fondling two large, flawless, breasts and teasing her, now erect, nipples.

Eventually she pushed Snoopy away.

“I’ve never experienced anything like that before, it was like an explosion.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yes, and I like what you’re doing now; my sister sometimes does that to me, she says it gives her a nice warm feeling between her legs, but I haven’t told her that it does the same to me.”

“Well, the next time she does it you should tell her that you do enjoy it and that you want to do the same with her breasts. You may both be surprised at the result.”

“Do you need to demonstrate anything else?”

“Yes, now sit up.”

She sat up enabling me to remove the remainder of her clothes.

“Hold your breasts and pull your nipples, gently! Push your breast together and fondle them.”

I told her to stand up which then enabled me to stand behind her and take over the kneading of her soft breasts and teasing her nipples.

“Which felt better, you fondling your breasts or me doing it for you?”

“I like you doing it, I’ve never had anything like this before, and it’s wonderful. I thought I would explode when you licked me and again when Snoopy did it.”

I let one hand drop to her the cleft in her buttocks, and then inserted a finger into the crack until I could feel her anus.

“You can get a great deal of pleasure from that little hole as well, but you must have plenty of time to do that properly and we don’t have enough, but at least you know now. Have you got a computer at home?”

“Yes, but I couldn’t look at porn.”

“I wouldn’t dream of asking you to do that, but look at this website, read some of the stories in whichever categories you like, but include anal sex in your choices.”

I took paper and pen from my rucksack, wrote down the name of the website, and dropped the note on her rucksack.

“Will you put your hand down and feel my cock through my underpants?”

She would, she did, and grasped my solid shaft.

“Have you seen a cock before?”

“Only from a distance and they were small and floppy, not like this one.”

“Kneel down and pull my underpants off and hold my cock, then slide your hand up and down it.”

She pulled my underpants down and stared at my cock then did as she had been told.

“That is so good; now kiss the end of it. Lick it, harder. Now open your lips a little and allow the head of my cock into your mouth. Lick it again, yes, that’s so good, suck a little more of it into your mouth and then suck it in and out. Get it a little further in each time you suck until you can’t get any more in your mouth. Now pull it all the way back out then suck it in again, like a pump.”

I held her head and rocked my hips backward and forwards to fuck her mouth. Not once did she complain, and she actually put a lot of effort into sucking me instead of merely keeping her mouth open.

I stopped her from bringing me off and told her that I wanted her to lie down which she quickly did. Now I stood over her and masturbated as she watched. When I was sure that she was sufficiently aroused, I knelt alongside her and pulled her thighs apart in order to stroke her clitoris, which was now swollen quite significantly.

Turning my attention to her breasts I enjoyed myself by gently squeezing them and tweaking her stiff nipples, before putting a hard pink rosebud into my mouth and sucking it, as I did this I rubbed the other nipple between my finger and thumb. She was panting and almost sobbing. Reaching out to my cock and gripping it tightly stroked me.

“Are you going to fuck me?”

“Would you like me to do that?”

“No I don’t think I want to do that, yet.”

“That’s good, because I do not intend to. I want you to put it in your mouth at the same time as I put my tongue in your vagina, that way we will both enjoy ourselves. I don’t want to take your virginity so I won’t go very far into you, I just want to enjoy your body and teach you how to enjoy it as well.”

“Knowledge is power, if you know how much pleasure can be gained without having a cock in your vagina you can have a fantastic sex life because when you do get one in there it will because you want it inside you, not because it’s what someone else wants. You will be in control.”

I lay beside her and directed her into the 69 position. Without any hesitation, she began masturbating me as I applied my mouth to her sex tunnel and licked, sucked, and nibbled her into a frenzy of passion. I nibbled her clitoris until she climaxed then I started licking her again. I pulled her thighs as wide apart as possible and began licking her anus.

She twitched, but stayed where she was so I put my lips to her puckered ring and sucked it. She moaned and pressed back onto my face and took all of my cock into her hot, wet mouth. I had pondered about my next move, but that made my decision for me.

I worked my hand around until I could touch her anus then I circled my finger around the puckered hole until it widened a little. Pushing my finger a little way inside her, I rotated it until the hole widened and then I took it out again. I sucked her ring again, but this time I also pressed my tongue into the hole that was forming then reinserting my finger, I pushed it into her body as far as the first knuckle.

I repeated the action again but this time I pushed my finger all the way in, then crooking my finger inside her rectum, I twisted it.

She came almost immediately and I had forgotten to warn her about what that would do to me so she got semen in her mouth, and as she pulled her mouth away, it spurted over her face. She rolled off me and then had to contend with an ecstatic dog. Snoopy was licking her clean, and when he’d done that, he tried for her sex. He was out of luck because she couldn’t take any more arousal so he returned to licking himself.

“I think you should stand up and get dressed now. I have to tell you this because you should know that not everybody would deny themselves the pleasure of taking your body. I would dearly love to insert my cock in your anus, but I said I wouldn’t put it in you and I meant it, but it is hard to keep my promise.”

She did so and I dressed at the same time then kissed her.

“Thank you for a wonderful afternoon my love. If I were you, I’d spend a little time and effort finding out if your sister would be amenable to a little sexual experimentation and exploration. You two would have loads of fun and no-one need be any the wiser.”

“Of course, the two of you could take the time to seduce your mother because I rather think that she must be very frustrated and if you approach the matter delicately all three of you could be a very happy and relaxed family indeed.”

We walked out of the shelter and back up the hill to the path.

“Thank you for the lesson, I learned a lot. Will I see you again?”

“Not until you’re a little older.”

“You could come and stay at our house; mom does Bed & Breakfast if she gets the chance. That would be fun.”

“Give me your telephone number, I will ring and book for next year if you’d like that.”

“I think we’d both like that!”

“Where are you staying now?”

“I’m staying at a guest house in the village down there, and I am very happy there, the lady likes me.”

“Does that mean what I think it means?”

“Probably.”

“Lucky you, and her. Well goodbye and I hope you enjoy the rest of your holiday.”

“I’ll try, I suppose I’ll find something to occupy me goodbye love.”

When I returned to my B&B I made it quite clear to my landlady that I wanted her body, and she made it equally clear that I could have it. I’m not sure that she was aware that I meant ‘then and there’, but she soon found out. She was on her back on the kitchen table; dress up around her waist and knickers off before she had a chance to discuss the venue.

I had a burning rod of lust sprouting from my groin, and soon she was noisily trying to use her vaginal muscles to squeeze it flat as I ran my hands over the top of her dress. I was trying to get hold of her superb breasts to do some squeezing of my own, but the fabric was not easy to manipulate, so I resorted to concentrating on giving the rest of her body as much attention as I could manage.

She reached her climaxes quicker than any other women I had ever known so, some ten minutes after I entered her vagina, she gasped her way to another one. She knew what was about to happen, and she did all she could to make it easy for me.

I was able to get her off the tabletop, turned around and bent over the table such that her backside was high enough for me to insert my cock back into her vagina. This time I could do as I wished and I did so. I unzipped her dress so that I could unclasp her bra’, and moments later she was shedding both items over her head.

I now had unfettered access to her soft and willing body. She really did enjoy being taken from behind, and so I spent a lot of time and effort ensuring that she had all the enjoyment she could manage, but even lust and desire run out of steam eventually.

She made coffee, and, still naked, we sat at the table as I told her about the girl I’d met in the cave and the main thread of our activities. I was surprised when she grinned and gave me a description of the girl.

I was more than surprised when she told me that I had just been playing games with Sarah, her niece. My ‘young teenager’ had amused herself by pretending to be an innocent, inexperienced, girl. She was far from that and was actually nineteen, she was indeed a virgin in so much as that she’d never had intercourse with a male, but she’d certainly had sex with a female.

My gorgeous, naked, informant turned out to be the girl’s Aunt Mary, who was quite happy to admit that she was in a sexual relationship with both her, and her sister Sally. It turned out that I was a little late with my advice for getting the two girls to explore each other’s charms in depth, but their mother was still a project.

The girls had decided that they would test their allure on their Aunt; it must have surprised them to find out just how happy she was to be seduced. What they hadn’t known, and up to now still didn’t know, was that their mom and their Aunt Mary had also been sexually active with each other when they were girls.

Placing her cup in the sink, she told me to stay where I was and went upstairs. I heard water running and then she reappeared with a towel. She washed my genitals with soap and water from the kitchen sink and then enjoyed herself as she dried my stiffening penis.

Once she had satisfied herself that I was in a receptive mood, she knelt before me and sucked my cock into her mouth. There was no hesitation; all eight inches of my erection went into her hot mouth in one smooth movement until the head of my cock was down her throat. She rested for a moment before beginning to lift her head and repeating the process.

It wasn’t long before my toes began to curl and I began attempting to thrust my cock upwards as her mouth came down. I wasn’t given the chance to see if it was possible to reach further down her throat because she rapidly removed her mouth from my cock.

Standing up, she straddled me before grasping my throbbing erection and guiding it to her wet labial lips, and lowering herself down the shaft her mouth had so recently encompassed. I had her breasts before my eyes, I had empty hands, and I too have a mouth. I used all three attributes to do my part in bringing her to another noisy and obviously satisfying orgasm.

With our lust satiated, we showered and dressed then discussed how to set about arranging for the girls to discover that they had no need to hatch a plan to seduce their mother.

After several aborted attempts at a plan, we took a break for a meal. Although I was supposedly on B&B, our extra activities meant that I was not expected to set out each evening in search of a meal. I really had struck gold on this holiday.

After dinner, as we cleared away and washed up I made the comment that I would have to return to the real world after tomorrow. I could see the Eureka moment arrive in her eyes as she turned and kissed me.

“That’s it! Tomorrow is Saturday, we’ll invite all three of them over here for afternoon tea, I’ll tell the girls that you’ve been such a lovely person, even helping me around the house, that I’d like them to help me say a little ‘thank you’ by providing afternoon tea and cakes.

“I’ll bet anything that Sarah will have told Sally about us, so she will be eager to come and see you for herself. I must make sure that I get to speak to Susan to make sure she understands what this is really about.”

Saturday was a grey, wet and windy day. Mary ferried the visitors in her car as they didn’t own one and it was not the weather for cycling. The heating had been turned up, so the house was very warm, which encouraged the removal of any warm clothing.

Sarah began the visit pretending that she had no idea who I was, but because she kept blushing whenever I asked her about the beautiful scenery to be found in the most unexpected places in this area it wasn’t long before Susan learned about our meeting yesterday morning.

She didn’t make any comment, but turned to Mary and asked her if she knew of this meeting.

“I learned about it when he arrived back here and told me about the gorgeous girl he’d met in a cave. He said that, once he’d learned that the girls occasionally caressed each other, he’d been fortunate enough to be allowed to show her how to get really close to Sally so that they could enjoy all the delights of each other’s bodies.”

I hadn’t told her anything of the sort, so I knew that they were now into their own script.

“Mom, it wasn’t like…”

“So you and Sally have been having sex exploration sessions. Had it never occurred to you that your own mother might have been able and willing to advise you and explain things?

“Have you never wondered if I ever experience sexual urges, and how much I might desire a little loving and caressing? I know you that neither of you date boys; you’ve both pretended to be younger and more innocent than you are, and I often wondered why.

“Now I know why, you’re a pair of secret lesbians and that is a shame. It tells me that you didn’t feel able to trust me enough to seek my advice and support about a matter that has no shame attached to it. You are what you are, and for your information, Mary and I were doing exactly the same thing when we were your age.

“We talked to your Grandmother about our feelings and she gave us all the support and advice that we could ask for. She didn’t try to change the way we felt, or take an active part, but with her guidance, we were able to lead an outwardly heterosexual adult life.

“We both married because we needed the security that went with it, but we both managed to screw that up by marrying untrustworthy men. I was lucky because mine finally showed his true personality, he was violent once too often and now we’re rid of him. Now Mary has discovered that she’s married to a cheat, so he’s not going to be around for much longer.

“What do you think of the situation now? If you would like to find out if making love with your mother is as good as you thought it would be, let me take the lead and show you what real family love is.”

Susan took both Sarah and Sally and hugged them before taking them to the stairs. As they disappeared, she said:

“We will probably be some time Mary, so we’ll use your spare bedroom and you can both entertain yourselves as you see fit.”

Mary was kneeling over me, lowering herself down my erection when the first sounds of rapture and climaxes commenced to fill the air. We did our best to compete but they were definitely louder. Therefore, we settled for just enjoying each other.

Her breasts jiggled in front of my eyes, but I couldn’t bear to take my hands from her buttocks to fondle them because I had her spread as wide as she could manage and she was driving herself into yet another squelching orgasm. The aroma of her body fluids was now strong and served only to intensify our lust for each other’s bodies.

When she eventually eased herself off me and headed for the bathroom I lay with my eyes closed and slowly massaged my cock to keep it interested in readiness for her return to the carnal arena.

I didn’t hear her return so it was a pleasant surprise to feel her hand wrap round my now rapidly stiffening cock. My hand was pushed off my cock and then her warm, and wet, mouth began to engulf it.

I still had my eyes closed because to me the situation was incredibly arousing and I didn’t need eyesight to enjoy the sensations I was experiencing.

The mouth was replaced by a wet, tight, vagina, which slowly, very slowly, eased its way down my shaft. I opened my eyes to see Sarah’s lovely rounded breasts. Above those, I could see her face, which had an expression of inward concentration on the vaginal sensations she was experiencing for the first time.

She was in control of the situation and was obviously intent on extracting as much pleasure from my cock as possible before the inevitable happened. It happened at that moment.

She stopped moving for a second, and then her body stiffened, causing those glorious breasts to be lifted away from my close gaze. They were thrust upward and outwards as she climaxed and rammed her labia down to my groin.

Now it was my turn to be in control. I lifted her off me and onto her back, so that I could position myself between her thighs. My still erect cock found that returning into Sarah’s vagina was easily accomplished because of the lubrication that her body had provided.

She responded to my thrust by wrapping her legs around me, and pleading for me to fuck her as hard as I could manage. I did, but I made certain that my hand were reacquainted with all the delights of her body. When I eventually rolled from between those soft thighs, I realized that I had acquired a red groin and that we’d had an audience in the shapely form of her sister, Sally.

She was naked, so I enjoyed the view for a minute or two as she did a few erotic, and even in my present state, arousing poses. I had Sarah’s blood over me so I so hurried off to shower and found that Sally had followed me. She gave my bloody parts a very intense wash and polish; it was so thorough that I very nearly succumbed to her wiles.

I would dearly have loved to treat her sister in the same manner that Sarah had just experienced, but I’m not superman. Even though she made it quite clear that she would happily undergo the experience, but I knew that I would only have disappointed both of us. She made certain that I knew I was on a promise.

I have no idea what her mother and aunt thought about our activities, as they were involved in activities of their own. These were obviously of greater interest than those of the other family members.

We went to a little pub for a meal and then, all too soon, it was midnight and I had an early start in the morning. As Mary dropped Susan and the girls off at their house, I was asked if I could come for the Christmas festivities. I was very happy to accept that invitation.

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