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Story about a young girl being molested on her bike ride through the park.

Copyright 2019 by tcs1963

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“Molested at the Park”

by tcs1963

It was a sunny Saturday morning, and I had decided to take a nice long bike ride. I had been wanting to get some training in before the “Breast Cancer Awareness” 20 K bike riding marathon.

School was out and it had been a moderately boring summer recess so far, and the marathon was going to be a highlight for me this year.

So, I got my dad to do some maintenance on my old trusty 10-speed bike and threw on my hot pink hot-pants and matching sports bra, and set out on my adventure.

When I rounded the corner of Elm Street, I could see the front of Rainbow Park. I decided to ride through and enjoy some of the scenery. Thinking that even if I am training, I may as well try to enjoy the beautiful sights and the beautiful day.

Turning onto the bike path I could feel the temperature change as the tree line blocked most of the sun. The cool air making my teen nipples stiffen inside my tight sports bra. My old bicycle seat had been incessantly teasing my little cunny, due to my movement and the taut fit of my shorts.

As I whipped my bike down the gravel paths, I kept thinking about my first sexual experience. My dance teacher used to touch me in the most intimate places during my private dance lessons.

I was so young when it happened that I didn’t understand the feelings she gave me, but now that I am almost eighteen I know she was actually grooming me. She never completely ravished my young body but her touches were magic to a blossoming young girl.

Lately, those thoughts had become paramount in my masturbation fantasies. Every time I rubbed my little pussy I would imagine her showing me how much fun it could be to have sex with an older lesbian woman.

That was a few years ago and me being almost eighteen now, learned to accept it for what it was. She had moved far away and I grew out of dance lessons. So I missed our private dance sessions and all of the hidden sexual fun we used to have together.

As I rode my bike through the park, admiring the great view and moderate weather, I realized I had to pee rather urgently. So I rode over to the ladies restroom. Locking my bike onto the bike rack I figured I would pee and have a tiny little break.

When I was walking to the door of the ladies room, I noticed this very pretty older woman sitting on the park bench across from the restroom. She gave me a mischievous smile and went back to reading her book. I smiled back and continued into the building.

After entering the stall and sitting on the toilet, with my bike shorts and panties around my ankles, I couldn’t help thinking of the sexy woman’s smile and what it meant. I let loose my stream thinking bad thoughts about the woman outside on the bench. “Was she a lesbian”? “Would she force or rape me”?

My thoughts were getting me more and more aroused and I was imagining her coming into the ladies room and ravishing my immature body, right there in the stall. But, to no avail, I had no such luck, so I wiped the urine droplets from my pussy lips and went back outside.

I walked over to the Coke machine and purchased a can of soda, and then took a seat on the bench just opposite from the sexy smiling woman. Unknowingly, I was flirting, I know now.

My legs leisurely spread to give her a better view of my tight shorts pulled into my slit. Then waving hello again, I started fidgeting in my seat, waving my legs open further while enjoying my soda.

After taking a few sips, I brought the can down inbetween my parted legs and settled it tight against my pussy. All the while I stared into the smiling lady’s eyes as they followed my hand. As she watched me push the cold can into my cunny, I saw her press her hand to her lap.

I really didn’t know how to react to her flirting, but what I did know was that I wanted this sexy older woman to seduce me. Her gestures and sexy stares had my panties so moist they were stuck to my skin. My tight little teen pussy was literally trembling from the inside out.

So as she watched me intently, I casually pulled the leg of my shorts aside to show her my panty covered pussy. She pressed her hand to her lap even harder and I could see the material give under the weight of her hand.

Then I casually slipped my panties aside to show her my bare pussy. I almost thought she would stand up and walk away in disgust, thinking that I’m some kind of sex freak. But she didn’t, she sat right there and watched me.

Just then, she got up and made her way towards the park ladies room, that I had just left. Every few steps, she would turn back to me and smile, using her index finger to give me the “come hither” hand gesture.

I really didn’t know why she would beckon me, but I was determined and excited to find out. I was also very hopeful that she was as much of a sex freak, as I am, and that she would want to take full advantage of me.

After she had disappeared from view and entered the building I stood up and followed her into the ladies room. Swinging my hips in a very lustful manner, signaling that I was truly interested in her as much as she was with me.

As I walked up to her, she looked at me and said, “That’s a very pretty little pussy. Do you mind if I have a closer look?”

Without saying a single word I pulled aside the leg of my shorts along with my panties, showing her my pussy, up close. She knelt down and moved her face really close to me, sniffing my female scent.

“Does it feel good when you touch it?” she looked up at me and asked,

All I could do was nod my head yes.

“Would you mind letting me touch your lovely little girl pussy?” she asked and almost before I could answer, I could feel her fingers tracing a line up and down my slit, along with her hot breath.

“It’s such a moist and tight little pussy you have here, would you let me give it a sexy kiss,” she said,

I just gave a lustful sigh and replied: “Oh yes, please kiss my pussy, Miss.”

Taking my hand, she led me to an empty stall and as she was telling me how pretty I was I could feel her hands lowering my shorts and rolling down my panties until they were hanging off my one ankle.

“Lean your pretty little hiney back against the wall and relax, and I’ll use my mouth and make love to your pretty pussy, Angel,” she told me as she knelt down in front of me on the restroom floor and put her hands on my inner thighs.

All I could think of as I leaned back against the wall was my former dancing teacher. She was the first person to say that she thought I had a pretty pussy. She always made me feel so special during our private lessons.

Looking down I saw the older lady breathe in my cunny scent before her hot tongue went to work teasing my labia. and with one long swipe, she stroked my whole slit. It was such a wonderful feeling it made my knees buckle.

Her tongue was stimulating my pussy much more than my fingers ever could and I was savoring every moment. Sucking on my pussy lips like she was swallowing my soul.

Next, she parted my lips with her fingers and sucked on my clitoris until it swelled and stuck out of its hood. Her tongue was touching me in the most extraordinary ways, she had me almost squealing.

Then as I was finally getting used to her teasing tongue, she drew back her hand and slapped me right on my swollen clit. The pain mixed with pleasure almost brought me to my knees. I was in convulsions, shaking with my pussy juice dripping down my taut thighs.

Then she plunged her tongue as far as she could deep into the cavity of my pussy and she started slapping my clit even harder, almost to the extent of a painful spanking. Making me squirm against the wall with pleasure and pain.

She continued to slap my oversensitive clit, and she must have realized that I was enjoying it immensely. So she stopped tongue fucking my pussy to say “That’s a naughty little pussy and I think it deserves this spanking.” with a big shit-eating grin on her face.

Then I squealed, “Oh yes, Miss. Please, Spank my naughty pussy.”

Much to the shock of both of us a lady police officer that had been patrolling the park walked into the ladies room and had heard me as I begged her to spank my pussy

Walking up to our stall and opening the door she said: “Yes, spank that dirty little sluts naughty pussy.”

Looking at her as she stepped into the stall, both of us gave a sigh of relief when the lady officer told us not to stop and locked the restroom door so nobody else could walk in.

My new friend and current to tormenter continued her assault on my lower body and the officer reached over and pinched and twisted my nipple. Then, I noticed the officer drop her trousers and state-issued plain cotton panties. Watching us play she leaned against the wall and started to finger her own hairless pussy.

Reaching the plateau of no return I thought to myself that it was time I let myself cum and the older lady torturing me became even more relentless. All of us girls crammed into one stall must have been a very funny sight to behold.

The older lady that was licking and spanking my pussy was lost in her manipulation of my pussy, and the lady police officer with her clothes all jumbled at her feet was fingering her juicy cunt, too. I just tried to stand there and be abused and molested at their whim.

Pushing my hips off the wall as far as I could to try and get my abused pussy even closer to the older lady’s mouth. Feeding my teen cunny to her as best I could.

I watched as the lady officer came over and knelt down behind the older lady, grabbing her nightstick and rubbing it along her sopping wet pussy.

The moan from the older lady when the nightstick slid into her cunt was muffled because her face was buried in my pussy. The lady officer was quite rough as she sawed in and out of her sloppy pussy.

Just then, I started my orgasm splashing the older ladies face and shirt with my discharge. I squirted just as if I was urinating all over my two new friends.

I was mostly incoherent and couldn’t stop my orgasm, cumming uncontrollably. Having one orgasm after the other and squirming my ass all over the bathroom wall.

Without giving me a chance to recover the lady officer pushed me onto the toilet, then straddled my lap and demanded I lick her pussy. She turned her head and spread her asscheeks and told the older lady to worship her asshole.

I timidly leaned in and licked her labia, I didn’t really want to, but the lady officer grabbed my hair and pulled my face to her pussy. Try as I might, to turn my face away her total control of my head kept me in place.

She screamed: “Lick my cunt you nasty slut, and you better lick it good or I’m going to run you both into jail”.

My tongue stretched out as far as I could and I nervously continued licking the officer’s sweaty pussy. The more I tasted her the more I was getting into it, and the hotter I was getting.

I could feel the closeness of us in that small stall, with the older lady rimming her ass, as I licked her pussy. Both of us working in unison to bring the officer to a climax.

My tongue was exploring every little crevice of her pussy and her moans were getting louder. When all at once I felt the older lady reach between the officer’s legs and she slapped my clit again, just before she plunged a couple of her fingers into my hot pussy. She started all over to wildly finger fuck my well-used cunny.

I didn’t know it at the time, but the older lady was sliding her other fingers into her own cunt. All three of us were moaning loudly together throughout the ladies room. Our efforts were culminating in all of us perverted ladies cumming together. The lady officer was gushing just like me and her pussy juice went right into my mouth.

It gushed out so fast that I couldn’t drink it all and it ran down my chest and onto the floor. But I did do my best to lick her pussy clean.

Afterward, we all got dressed, and the older lady and the lady police officer tried to get me to meet them again, and although I had a great time and I told them yes, I would meet them. I had no intention of coming back to the ladies room and meeting them next Saturday.

The End…

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Melody loves having sex with her brother and sister in public while a naughty spy watches!

Public Incestuous Passion

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter One: Sister’s Public Fun

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Melody Samuels

For the last month, an itch has built between my thighs. Ever since my younger half-sister, Alicia, rode our brother’s cock in the middle of the cafeteria, hiding her activity by looking like a cute, little girl sitting innocently on her big brother’s lap, my lusts were inflamed. I always had an exhibitionist streak. I enjoyed showing off my body, flashing my tits, my pussy, and my cute ass to strangers. I savored my brother and sisters fucking me in public.

But I never did it in places where people knew me. When I had sex at my college, I did it in my mother’s classroom or sneaking into a single-use bathroom. Clint didn’t fuck me in the middle of the crowded cafeteria. Right in front of everyone.

I was so jealous of Alicia for doing that.

I needed that itch scratch. I couldn’t ignore it any longer. For days it was all I could think about it, my pussy on fire. I wanted to fuck my half-brother where everyone could watch. Where people we knew could catch us and see our incestuous passion.

Juices ran down my thighs. My shaved pussy was so hot and wet.

I sauntered through our college’s hallway, passing a few students. I felt their eyes on me, knowing I looked hot. My twenty-year-old body was lovely, my round breasts on display in my thin, stretchy top. It was a size too small for me and without a bra on, it molded to every inch of my boobs, my nipples on display. My hips wiggled from side to side, my short skirt clinging to my rump, barely falling down my thighs. If I bent over far enough, you could see my pussy.

And when I sat at my seat in class, I could part my legs and give anyone who looked a peek. I enjoyed flashing Mr. Breen. Clint was the only man for me, when I could get his attention, but it was fun teasing other guys.

I round the corner of the hallway and smiled at Clint sauntering down the hallway. I knew he’d be here. It was on the way from his last class to my mom’s classroom. She taught history at our college, and since she was my half-brother’s sex slave, he used her classroom during the lunch hour however he wanted.

“Melody,” he said, giving me a grin. He was tall and strong, looking like a young version of our father with that dark hair and chiseled face. He wore a tight t-shirt that showed off his strong torso. “You’re looking… adventurous. Joining me and the twins?”

I swallowed my irritation with the twins. Kimiko and Minako had inflamed Clint the last month. Between them and breeding Alicia, who found out a few weeks ago she was finally pregnant with our brother’s child, Clint hadn’t had much time for Pam and me.

We were his girlfriends!

“Nope, Clint,” I told him as I reached him.

His eyes flicked up and down my body. “Damn shame if you’re not.”

My arms slid around his neck right there in the hallway. The world thought we were first cousins. It was legal in California for first cousins to have sex, children, and even marry. But we weren’t. Our mothers were our father’s sex slaves. He married Aunt Cheryl and my mother had to lie about who the father of me and my sister were.

So, legally, I couldn’t do this at all. Which only made our incest hotter.

My mouth locked on Clint’s. I kissed my brother with such passion. My tongue thrust into his mouth. I pressed against his body, wiggling, reminding him how sexy I was. His hands found my ass, grabbing and groping me as our tongues danced together.

He hadn’t forgotten how to kiss me.

My nipples throbbed against his chest, wishing our thin clothing wasn’t in the way. His cock swelled in his jeans. That hard bulge making my pussy even wetter. My cunt clenched, more juices trickling out to stain my inner thighs.

I whimpered into the kiss. My heart beat so fast He was such a sexy stud. I loved him so much I let him have his harem of sisters and other family members. I let him fuck other women, like those Japanese twins who moved in on our street. I just wanted to enjoy him more.

Like today.

He broke the kiss, staring at me. “So, if you’re not joining me in the classroom, do you just want me to be hard and ready to fuck the twins?”

“Nope,” I said, my hips wiggling as I backed him against the locker’s that lined the hallway. “I want to fuck you right here, right now.”

“Here?” he asked, looking down the hallway. It was lunch hour, but anyone could wander by. I wiggled my hips. “Not the classroom?”

“Right here,” I purred, grinding my crotch against him. “I need your cock in me, Clinton Elliston III.”

He knew I was serious when I used his full name.

I kissed him again, letting him taste the apricot lip gloss I wore. He loved kissing me when I wore it. He groaned, his dick throbbing against my crotch. I shoved my hand between us, groping his dick through his jeans as I devoured his mouth.

His hands squeezed my ass. He groaned into my mouth as I stroked him through his clothing. I squeezed his cock, stroking up and down his girth. He was so thick. My pussy needed him in me right now.

He broke the kiss. “Damn, Melody.”

I arched an eyebrow. “I’m not wearing any panties. Just pin me against the locker room and fuck me so hard.”

He groaned, his head looking from side to side. “Someone could come, Melody.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, squeezing his dick. “Doesn’t that just make it hot? You don’t mind fucking Lee in the boy’s restroom.”

“A teacher or a janitor probably wasn’t about to walk around the corner,” he said.

“You handled Principal Carver when he caught Alicia riding your cock in the cafeteria.”

“Because I had blackmail on him,” Clint said. “I don’t have that on every teacher here. What if Mrs. Murphy or Mrs. Atwood rounds the corner?”

“Mmm, that just makes this hotter,” I told him. “I need this so bad. Don’t tell me it doesn’t make you so hard right now.” I grinned at him. “I can feel you, Clint. You want to be in me right now.”

“I always want to be in you, Melody,” he said, grabbing my ass and pulling me tighter against him. His dick throbbed in his jeans.

“Then what are you waiting on?” I asked him, my fingers finding his zipper. I dragged it down so slowly, that rasping sound echoing through the hallway. “Be a man and fuck your sister right here, right now.”

He shook his head, a smile growing on his lips. “I like it when you’re such a slut, Melody.”

A smile grew on my lips. “You’re lucky I am such a slut, Clint. How many other girlfriends would let you fuck all those girls?”

“At least one other,” he said. “Pam loves it.”

I shivered. Pam was Japanese and our half-sister. No one outside our family even knew she was related to Clint. She was his other girlfriend. Everyone in school knew he dated Pam and me while my little sister, Lee, was his sex slave. Rumors buzzed that Clint fucked Alicia and Zoey, his full-blooded sisters, but no one could prove it.

“You’re lucky to have such naughty sisters who love you,” I said, reaching into his fly and feeling his dick through his boxers. “Mmm, there’s your cock. He feels so lonely right now. But my pussy’s ready to welcome him.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asked.

I gasped as he spun me around and pinned me against the wall. The locker rattled behind me, a hollow thud echoing inside of it. I shuddered, seeing that glint in his dark eyes. I had him. My cunt clenched hard as he licked his lips.

He slid down to his knees. “If we’re going to do this, Melody, then we’re going to do it right.”

I grinned at him. “Mmm, you just like any excuse to eat a tasty cunt.”

“Any excuse,” Clint agreed, his hands shoving up my skirt, exposing more and more of my thighs.

I shivered and writhed, my sandy blonde hair, gathered in a pair of braids, rubbing into my shoulder blades. As Clint exposed my pussy, I pulled my hair out from behind me. I shuddered, my snatch on display. There was no hiding what we were doing.

“Mmm, such a gorgeous pussy,” he said, his finger stroking down my blonde landing strip to my juicy pussy. “Just begging to be eaten.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned. “A wet, yummy pussy just begging for her brother to eat her.”

Clint buried his face between my thighs. I gasped at the feel of his whiskers scratching at my silky, inner thighs. Then his tongue lapped through my labia. His tongue fluttered through my pussy, stimulating my naughty bits. He brushed my clit, making me gasp.

My moans echoed down the hallway. The locker groaned behind me as I shuddered against him. His hands stroked my thighs, calloused and rough. They felt so naughty on me. I loved him touching me. I whimpered, the pleasure flowing through me as he ate me.

In our college’s hallway.

“Yes, yes, yes, Clint,” I moaned. “Mmm, eat me, brother. Eat my pussy.”

His tongue plunged deep into my pussy. He’d forgotten all about his little tryst with those two Japanese twins. He ate my pussy. My back squirmed as the pleasure flowed through me. My hands grabbed his hair, sliding through his short, dark curls. I whimpered as his tongue fluttered faster and faster.

He sucked on my clit.

I gasped, my body bucking at the sudden surge of rapture. My moans echoed down the empty hallway. I whimpered and groaned, not hiding my passion. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. With every flutter of his tongue, it sent another wave of passion through my body. My head tossed from side to side.

“Yes, yes, yes, eat me!” I groaned. “Oh, Clint, make me cum! Make your sister cum!”

He groaned into my pussy. His mouth nibbled on my pussy lips before he thrust his tongue deep into my cunt. I gasped, my breasts bounding. My nipples ached. I shoved up my top, my hands stroking up my stomach. My fingers caressed me, making me shiver.

My round breasts spilled out, plump and ripe, full of my breast milk. I shuddered and squeezed them. Milk beaded my dusky nipples. The smell of my creamy treat filled my nose, adding to my excitement as Clint feasted on me.

Footsteps padded down the hallway.

My pussy clenched. I ground my cunt on Clint’s hungry mouth as I heard the footsteps coming closer and closer. I gazed to my right, peering at the corner. A shadow stretched out before the person. I whimpered. Who was it? A student? A teacher? A parent?

Who was about to catch us.

My orgasm swelled faster and faster. I squeezed and kneaded my round breasts. I whimpered louder and louder. The person’s legs appeared. They were moments from walking around the corner and witnessing my incestuous passion.

“Eat my pussy, brother!” I gasped at the top of my lungs.

The figure stopped right before rounding the corner.

“Oh, yes, I’m going to cum on your mouth, brother!” I moaned. Every time I said that word, that wonderful B word, my pussy grew hotter. “Ooh, you’re such a stud! I love you, brother! I love you eating my cunt!”

My orgasm swelled faster and faster. I trembled, on the edge of cumming as Clint’s tongue fluttered through my pussy. He swirled it through my sheath, making me tremble. My whimpers burst out of my mouth. I couldn’t contain my incestuous passion.

The person peeked around the corner, their head just sticking out just enough to peer down the lockers at me. It was a girl, green eyes wide, her black hair slipping off her shoulder. She gasped, her face young. I stared at her, meeting her eyes, and smiled.

Becky Yates, nineteen like Alicia, a sophomore. I shuddered, my hips wiggling from side to side. I gave her such a smile as my orgasm swelled through me. My hands squeezed my tits, milk squirting from my nipples.

“I’m cumming, brother!” I screamed, letting her know who Clint truly was.

Her mouth widened as my orgasm screamed through my body. Pleasure rippled through me. My hips wiggled from side to side. My juices gushed out of my convulsing snatch. I whimpered, the pleasure caressing my thoughts, stars of delight bursting across my vision.

Clint’s tongue lapping through my folds kept the waves of bliss washing through my body. I gasped and groaned, grinding my cunt on Clint’s mouth. His stubble teased my labia. My clit throbbed against him. I whimpered. I moaned. It was so good.

“Yes, yes, yes, Clint!” I gasped, the locker rattling behind my squirming body. “Oh, my god, eat me! Eat your sister’s cunt! Such a stud!”

My head banged back into the locker. I whimpered as the rapture peaked in me. Clint feasted on me. His tongue fluttered through my petals. He lapped up the juices flowing out of me. He stared up at me while Becky watched us.

I felt her eyes staring at me.

“Oh, Clint, I need your cock in me!” I gasped. “I need my brother in me!”

Brother, Becky mouthed.

Clint rose. He had such a glint in his dark eyes. My cream dripped from his chin. I bathed him with my passion. I gasped as he seized me. His lips claimed mine. I whimpered, my tongue flicking out, enjoying the flavor of my sweet pussy. My hand shot down, diving into his unzipped fly.

I produced his cock.v

I guided him to my cunt, sliding him up my inner thigh. My pussy clenched. I had one orgasm, but I needed another. I was greedy for them. I wanted Becky to witness me exploding on my brother’s dick. His cock neared my cunt, came closer and closer.

Nuzzled against my vulva.

“Melody!” growled Clint as he rammed into my pussy.

I whimpered, pinned against the locker, his dick penetrating my depths. My juicy snatch gripped his cock. Waves of incestuous bliss washed through my body. I clung to him, my arms wrapped about his neck. I hiked my legs, gripping his hips, his hands clutching my ass.

He fucked me. Hard.

His balls smacked into my taint as his cock drove deep into my juicy snatch. I squeezed down on him, loving the silky friction. Pleasure built and built in me as he fucked me. He nibbled against my neck, lips strong, sucking, loving me.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, brother!” I howled, my head turning, staring at Becky.

Crimson spilled across her cheeks. She clutched the corner of the wall as she peered around it. It looked like she was trembling. She bit her lip. My cunt clenched hard on my brother’s thrusting dick, my excitement building so fast.

Clint growled into my throat as he fucked me. He sucked my neck while my nipples throbbed against his chests. They ached as they drank in the fabric of his t-shirt. My limbs tightened about my brother’s body. I clung to him. Pleasure raced through my body, swelling my orgasm.

“I’m going to cum on your cock, brother!” I moaned. “Just keep fucking me! Ooh, you’re stretching my pussy out!”

“Yes!” he growled, pumping harder. He slammed his cock so hard into me, my pussy gripping him. “Let me feel that pussy convulse about my dick, Melody.”

“Going to milky your cock dry!” I moaned. “You’re going to explode in my pussy and breed me, brother!”

Breed… mouthed Becky.

“Fuck, Melody!” Clint growled, fucking me with all his passion. “You want it bad.”

“So bad!” I shuddered. “Oh, Clint, I want your cum in me! I love it!”

My pussy clenched so hard about his dick. My clit throbbed every time his crotch slammed into me. Becky’s green eyes drove me as wild as my brother’s cock. My body trembled. My orgasm swelled and swelled in me.

Clint slammed into me.

I came.

I howled out in wordless rapture as the powerful ecstasy exploded in the depths of my cunt. My pussy spasmed about his dick. My flesh writhed about his incestuous shaft thrusting over and over into my depths. He churned me as the bliss flowed through me.

Euphoria flooded my mind. It kept surging out of my cunt. Clint’s dick, burying again and again into my cunt, kept my rapture alive. My thighs squeezed about his waist while my pussy milked his cock.

“Cum in me, Clint!” I gasped, my mind drowning in ecstasy. Becky watched me cumming on my brother’s dick. “Flood me with all that yummy spunk!”

Clint rammed into me and grunted. His face twisted in pleasure. His cum fired into my snatch. I groaned at that incestuous surge of spurting heat. My pussy convulsed harder. My pleasure intensified as more and more of his spunk filled me.

“Melody!” he growled. “God damn, your pussy’s hot.”

I just moaned, shuddering, my orgasm peaking. It dwindled in me. Our lips met and kissed, our tongues danced together. I shivered in delight, reveling in this wonderful moment. I held Clint to me. I didn’t want this kiss to end. His cum was in me, his cock half-hard in my juicy pussy, my nipples throbbing against his chest.

It felt so wonderful.

Clint broke the kiss, smiling. “You came hard.”

“Well, it’s nice to get fucked,” I said, putting a little bite into the words.

Clint chuckled and gave me another kiss.

It was a joke, I guess, but sometimes I could go days without him in me. With our family—our moms, Pam’s mom, Pam, his two sisters, and my sister—those Japanese twins and their mother, the two lesbians living with us, and the free pokes Clint had with Mrs. Umayyah, her daughter, and those three other whores they had, he was a little distracted. And there was always other girls he was on the look for.

I missed him. I was supposed to be his queen, and…

“Come on,” Clint said, breaking the kiss. “Let’s go play with those Japanese twins.”

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Becky Yates

I shuddered, back pressed against the wall, my heart racing. I couldn’t believe what I just watched. I heard rumors that he fucked his sister Alicia, but to hear Melody claim to be his sister, too, sent… heat billowing through me. I couldn’t believe they were just having sex in the middle of the hallway.

It was so bold.

This school was getting so wild. It didn’t feel like this last year when I was just a freshman. I mean, there was the scandal when Clint started dating Pam and Melody, the two pregnant, and then Lee started acting… interesting. But this year, it just felt like everyone was whispering about incest.

Clint… inspired people.

I heard rumors that James, who shared my math class, had bred his younger sister at the start of the year. And then to hear Melody beg to be bred by Clint again had my pussy on fire. I whimpered, biting my lip. This horny itch just surged through me.

I darted away from Clint and Melody as they kissed coming down from their orgasmic high. I darted into the nearby girl’s restroom. I slammed through the swinging door and raced for the farthest stall.

I’d never been so horny before. The moment I slammed the door, I was reaching beneath my skirt to pull down my sea-green panties. They bunched around my ankles as I sat down on the cold toilet seat. I didn’t care. I was too hot to truly feel it. I leaned back and thrust my hands between my thighs.

I masturbated at school.

What was wrong with me? Why was I doing this? It was so naughty, something a slut like Melody or Lee would do.

A slut who fucked her brother in the middle of the hallway.

My fingers rubbed through my black bush and found the virgin lips of my pussy. I whimpered as I stroked myself. My eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure surged through me. I could still see Melody pinned to the locker as she guided Clint’s thick cock between her thighs. He looked so big.

Did my brother have a cock that big?

I squeezed my eyes shut, hearing Melody’s moan as Clint rammed into her. Her head tossed, her blonde braids shifting against her shoulders. Her naked breasts pressed against his chest as he kissed her, fucking her. He held her, her thighs wrapped about his waist, his hands groping her ass. He fucked her so hard.

Did my brother fuck that hard?

I pictured Tim in my mind. He was a senior like Clint and Melody. Tall. With black hair and green eyes like me. He wasn’t as muscular as Clint. He had a leaner build, perfect for swimming. He had a boyish handsomeness to his face, a smile that always made my insides twist.

I’d seen him in his speedo enough times, his body almost unveiled to me. I pictured him standing before me in that speedo, the rubber suit clinging to his bulging dick. It was swelling hard as he watched me rub my virgin twat.

“Am I making you hard, Tim?” I imagined myself saying, sinking into my incestuous fantasy. “Do you like watching me rub my pussy.”

He shrugged in that nonchalant way he had, that carefree attitude. He didn’t care what people thought about him. Some people gave him a hard time for shaving his legs and chest, but he did it for the swim team.

Did he shave his balls?

“I must be getting you hard?” I moaned, rubbing faster at my pussy, my juices flowing so much today. My fingers were already soaked, and the fresh aroma filled my nose. I rubbed harder at my thick lips peeking through my pubic hair. “I can see you. You’re bulging your speedo.”

“Guess you are making me hard, kiddo,” he said. “But, look at you… Just masturbating right before me. You’re like that slut, Melody.”

I quivered. I never imagined that word in my fantasy. But thinking about my brother calling me slut the way Clint called Melody sent a hot shudder through me. I wiggled my hips, the toilet seat groaning beneath my rump. The fingers of both my hands rubbed my thick labia. I stroked the folds between my thumb and fingers, massaging them.

I groaned, imagining Tim shoving down his speedo. His cock thrust out hard, this fleshy shaft that looked so much like Clint’s. It bobbed before me. He grasped it, stroking it, masturbating with me. I gasped, my toes curling.

I felt like such a slut now.

A little sister-slut.

“Yes, yes, I did make you hard, Tim!” I groaned. “Ooh, and now you need to cum. You can use me… You can… you can fuck me, Tim.”

“You sure, kiddo?” he asked, stroking his cock.

I whimpered, massaging my labia harder. “Yes! I want that so badly! I want to be your slut!”

Thinking those words made my virgin pussy clench. This heat built deep inside me. My hymen kept me from reaching in and scratching it, but I imagined Tim’s cock doing it. My fingers flew up and down my slit, sending flutters through me as I pictured his dick coming closer and closer to my pussy.

He nuzzled against me.

I gasped the way Melody did. “Tim!” I breathed. “Oh, Tim, yes!”

Fantasy and reality blurred together as I masturbated my pussy faster and faster. I brushed my clit, sparks shooting through my pussy. I pictured Tim’s dick slamming through my cherry and burying into my cunt’s depths.

“Kiddo, you’re so tight!” he groaned, his sexy, hairless chest over me.

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, my hands rubbing up and down his chest. I imagined what he would feel like. So different from my soft, small breasts. I felt his strength as I tried to imagine what his dick would feel like pumping into my pussy. “Fuck me, brother! Breed me!”

Thinking those words sent a sharp surge of rapture out of my pussy. My cunt clenched. I bucked on the toilet, my orgasm threatening to explode through me already. My moans echoed through the stall. My legs spasmed.

“Tim!” I moaned. “Breed me, Tim!”

“Yes, Kiddo!” he groaned, thrusting so hard into me, fucking me the way Clint fucked Melody.

My digits rubbed my clit. I pinched my little bud between thumb and forefinger. Pleasure spiked through me. In my imagination, Tim fired his cum into me. My pussy clenched as the incestuous fantasy burned through my body.

I climaxed.

I gasped out, my voice echoing through the restroom. The heat surged through my body. It filled me with euphoric delight. I whimpered at how naughty it felt. How depraved I was to even imagine something this wicked.

I loved it.

I drank in the pleasure. My fingers rubbed my clit and thick labia hard and fast. More and more of my juices spilled out of me. My fresh musk filled my nose. The heady scent made me groan as dizzy rapture rippled through my mind.

“Tim!” I screamed as my pleasure peaked in me.

I panted, my legs thrust out before me as I leaned back on the toilet seat. My fingers rubbed at my buzzing labia. I breathed through my nose and exhaled through my mouth, great, panting expulsions of air. My entire body tingled.

“Wow,” I groaned. “Oh, wow.”

I wish I had Melody’s courage. Not only did she fuck her brother, but she did it where the world could see. She was lucky. Her brother saw her as a woman, not as a child.

Clint didn’t call Melody “kiddo.”

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Melody Samuels

Three days after Clint fucked me in the hallway, and I was so horny again. I had had sex—lots of sex—but not with a man. Not with my brother. My lover. My king. I used our subjects. I enjoyed those naughty lesbians, Juana and her sister-slave Carmelita, and I had fun with Pam and Alicia, Zoey and her girlfriend Stefani. I even had a hot time with that slut Layla Umayyah at school yesterday after PE.

But I hadn’t gotten what I needed from Clint. He had his sex slaves, Pam, Zoey and Stefani, those Japanese twins down the street and their MILF mother all to enjoy. I had to share him. He had all these women who loved his dick, too.

I just wished my pussy wasn’t so hot all the time.

I needed to do something depraved. Something naughty. I shuddered as I stalked across the school parking lot. Clint’s car was parked at the far end of the parking lot. We never got a good parking space because we usually got to school right before it started; a harem of horny women took time to get ready in the morning.

Pam waited there. My Japanese half-sister and girlfriend leaned against the car. She was such a beautiful woman. I got why Clint enjoyed the Mihara twins and their mother: Asian girls, especially Japanese ones, were just so cute and succulent. Their slanted eyes, that pale-olive skin, their silky hair… They were just scrumptious.

“You look naughty, Melody,” Pam said as I sauntered up to her, the gravel crunching against my feet.

“Mmm, I want to have some fun,” I told her and pulled a thick, red vibrator out of my purse connected by a long cord to a control box. “I’m so horny, Pam.”

She arched a thin, black eyebrow at me, her petite body shivering. “You don’t mean to masturbate… here?”

I nodded my head.

She looked around. “So you don’t want my help?”

“Of course I do. Do you see anyone else around?” I asked. “Clint’s having a ‘meeting’ with Mrs. Umayyah and Lee while Alicia got a ride home with my mom. It’s just you and me.”

Pam licked her lips. “It won’t be long until we’re home, Melody.”

I shook my head, stopping right before her, my lips spread. “Right here, right now.”

“There are still cars in the parking lot,” she groaned, glancing down at it. “People could find us.”

“And?” I asked, hiking my skirt up my thighs, exposing more and more of my pale flesh. Though it was December, it wasn’t that cold out. And what I had planned would keep me warm. “That makes it hotter.”

“Melody,” Pam said, biting her lip and casting her head around. “I’m not going to fuck you with the vibrator out in public.”

“That’s fine,” I said and brought the thick sex toy to my cunt. I shivered, rubbing it against my tight slit, enjoying the feel of it nuzzling at my folds. “I’ll fuck myself.”

“Oh, so you are just going to masturbate?” she asked, hugging herself, stretching her sweater over her round breasts. They were such lush tits, her pregnancy last year swelling them a little larger, making them a little plumper.

“You’re going to help,” I groaned as I shoved the vibrator into my cunt.

“How?”

I whimpered as I slid the toy deeper and deeper into my pussy. I groaned, wiggling my hips. I threw a look around, wishing to see someone wandering through the parking lot, witnessing my naked ass on display, the toy vanishing into my cunt.

“Melody, how am I supposed to help?” she asked once I had the toy buried to the hilt in me. It felt so good in me, almost as good as Clint’s dick. It had his girth and length, my cunt squeezing down on it.

I slapped the control box in her hand. “There. Drive me wild.”

She sighed, her olive cheeks blushing dark. She swallowed, looking around. There were a few cars close to us but no people around. What a pity. Her fingers stroked up the box. It had simple controls. On and off button and two arrows to increase or decrease the vibration.

She pressed the on button.

“Pam!” I moaned and dropped to my knees before her. I grabbed her legs for support as the vibrator hummed away in me. The buzzing massaged my pussy walls, sweeping delight through my body. “Oh, thank you, Pam.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, sighing. She bit her lip, looking around. “Do you have to kneel in front of me?”

“Why?” I asked, staring up at her, not hiding the smile crossing my lips. “Afraid people will think I’m going down on you?”

She shuddered, her cheeks blushing darker. She shifted against the fender of Clint’s car. “Yes. You know I’m not as comfortable… in public…”

My hands slid up her thighs, loving the feel of her tight leggings against my hands. I slipped beneath her skirt, reaching higher and higher. “But I need to thank you for controlling the vibrator in my pussy.”

“Oh, no,” she groaned as my fingers gathered the material of her tights in my hands. I tugged. “Please, don’t.”

“Oh, I’m going to thank you so hard, Pam,” I purred, drawing down her leggings inch by inch. “I’m going to make you explode.”

“You’re as bad as Lee sometimes,” she protested.

“We are sisters,” I groaned, pulling her tights down to her knees now. I leaned my head between her thighs, staring up at the shadowy recess beneath her skirt.

“So are we,” Pam said, her voice growing tighter as I nuzzled my face up beneath her skirt.

“So, you should be soaking wet and…” My words trailed off as I inhaled, breathing in her tart musk. “You are.”

“But we’ll get caught,” she groaned even as she turned up the vibration.

My pussy clenched on the buzzing toy. “That’s why you’re going to cum so hard.”

I pressed my lips into her trimmed bush. Her wet, silky strands caressed my mouth, cheeks, and chin before I found her thick labia. I rubbed against her juicy folds, her tart cream coating my lips and trickling into my mouth. I whimpered, pleasure rippling through my body.

She gasped as my tongue swiped through her pussy lips. I gathered her juices, reveling in the flavor of them, the incestuous thrill of going down on my sister in the middle of the parking lot. I needed this so badly.

“You’re so bad, Melody,” whimpered Pam.

She increased the vibrator a third time.

“Oh, yes, you’re so bad. You’re going to get us in trouble but… Ooh, yes, yes, yes! I love your tongue.”

“I love you,” I moaned.

“Love you, too,” Pam gasped.

I worshiped my girlfriend, my sister, with all my passion. With my head buried beneath her skirt, I couldn’t tell if anyone approached us. It made this even naughtier. I felt so exposed as I feasted on her cunt. My tongue lapped through her tart folds while the vibrator churned my pussy towards a hot, frothy explosion.

Juices ran down my thighs. My cunt clenched again and again on the buzzing shaft. It stimulated my inner flesh. My nerves conducted the rapture throughout my body. My hands, still clutching Pam’s thighs, squeezed about her while my tongue fluttered through her folds. The delight reached my mind, melting my thoughts.

I jammed my tongue deep into her pussy. She gasped and squirmed, rubbing her silky bush against my cheeks and chin. Her moans resounded through the air. She would attract attention. Someone would watch our lesbian incest.

“Melody!” Pam groaned.

The toy reached its peak buzzing setting.

The vibrations rippled through my snatch. I moaned into her pussy, fucking my tongue in and out of her depths. Her tart juices poured into my mouth while I shuddered. I wiggled my tongue around inside of her as the toy drove me towards my orgasm.

The car’s shocks groaned as she writhed against me. She ground her pussy on my face, whimpering in delight. Her juices trickled down my chin, ran down my neck. Her incestuous passion soaked my face as I drove her closer and closer to her orgasm.

“Oh, Melody, yes!” she groaned. “Ooh, you’re going to make me explode in public.”

“Good,” I whimpered. “Don’t fight it, Pam. Cum on my face. Shower me with your cream.”

“Yes!” she moaned.

My tongue swiped up through her folds. I brushed her clit. She jumped as I swirled my tongue about her little bud. I played with it, batting it over and over again. Then I sucked on it. Her moans grew, resounding through the parking lot.

Letting the world know how good I was at eating pussy.

I hoped people were watching us. Students or teachers just drifting out of the school and finding us enjoying our sapphic incest. My pussy clenched about the toy buzzing away in my cunt. I shuddered, the pleasure swelling and swelling in me.

I ached to be watched. To have my naughty behavior witnessed by strangers. I wanted them to know how much I loved my boyfriend, my girlfriend, my little princess, and my sex slaves. I wanted them to see how wild our family was.

“Melody!” Pam whimpered as I sucked at her clit. “Oh, Melody… I… I…”

She squealed out in delight. Her body trembled above me. Tasty, tart pussy cream flooded my mouth and poured down my neck. I shuddered, my pussy clenching down on the buzzing toy, drinking in the humming delight as I feasted on her climaxing cunt. My tongue danced across her folds, giving her more and more pleasure.

“Oh, Melody, this is… I’m cumming in the parking lot! Oh, you’re so wild! Oh, yes, yes, yes!”

Her moans shuddered through me. I whimpered and squeezed her thighs. Stars danced before my eyes as the buzzing bliss swelled in my cunt. I groaned, my entire body trembling as my pussy grew tighter and tighter.

The toy drove me to my rapture. My orgasm burst inside of me. My pussy writhed about the humming toy, rippling delight washing out of me. I trembled. I moaned into my sister’s furred muff. She shuddered with me, grinding her hot flesh on my mouth as my brain melted into ecstasy.

“Oh, Pam, yes!” I gasped, my pussy convulsing on the humming toy.

The buzzing delight sent rippling delight after rippling delight surging through my body. My orgasm screamed higher and higher, lifting me to such heady delights. I sucked so hard on her clit, clinging to her thighs as the pleasure burst over and over in me.

“Melody!” Pam gasped. “Oh, god, Melody, someone’s coming.”

“Good!” I screamed.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Pam maned, bucking as more of her tart juices flooded out of her cunt.

I squeezed my eyes shut and drank in the exhibitionist delight. I heard the footsteps crunching across the parking lot. I whimpered, hoping they saw me feasting on Pam’s cunt. My orgasm peaked as the footsteps stopped by me.

The sex toy turned off.

I ripped my head out from beneath Pam’s skirt, turning to face who watched us and… “Clint!”

“Damn,” Clint said, standing nearby, watching. Lee was beside him, her face dripping with his jizz. My little sister clutched her belly, grown round with her pregnancy. She was our sex slave and got off on being used and humiliated. “That was hot.”

“Mmm, did it inspire you?” I asked, rising, pussy juices dripping down my face. My pussy tingled as it clutched at the shifting sex toy. “You can fuck me right here.”

Clint groaned. “I can’t. I need to get to the drugstore. My shift starts in fifteen minutes. I got to drop you and Lee off at home then hurry over there.”

“Oh, yeah,” I said, forgetting it was Pam and Clint’s shift at the drugstore Mrs. Hiragawa, Pam’s mother and one of Clint’s sex slaves, owned. We all worked there for free to help keep her labor costs down so she had more money to help support our expanding family. “Besides, I need to nurse our daughters. I bet they’re missing a real nipple.”

“I know I am,” Clint said, giving me a lusty grin.

Stefani and Zoey, who worked nights as strippers, were watching Clint’s babies while we were at school. I swallowed my disappointment at missing out on having fun with Clint. We had to be responsible. It just sucked because I doubted I would get to enjoy Clint at all today. He would give Mrs. Hiragawa a poke at work and probably share her with Pam.

Maybe tomorrow Clint would find time for his queen.

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Becky Yates

I shuddered in the passenger seat of my brother’s car, watching Clint and his women drive off. Once again, Melody was so bold. I trembled as I watched her eat out Pam’s cunt right there in the middle of the parking lot.

Well, I watched until the windows fogged up.

My pussy was so hot. I wanted to masturbate so badly. Melody was so bold, so fearless. I wanted to be like her so badly. I wanted to seize my pleasure and enjoy myself. To just climb onto Tim’s lap and make him seem me as a blossoming woman, not as a child.

I squeaked when the driver door squeaked open, the car rocking. “Hey, kiddo.” Tim climbed into the driver seat. “Sorry I’m late. Got held up by Coach…” He looked at the windshields. “Geez, what did you do to fog everything up?”

“Nothing,” I blushed, my pussy on fire. I was such a chicken. “I was just sitting here, waiting on you.”

He shook his head, peering at the windshield. “Okay, kiddo. You say so.”

I blushed even more. Melody would just kiss him. She would crawl onto Tim’s lap, grind her pussy on his cock, and ride him hard. She wouldn’t let anything stand in the way of her desires. But me… I just buckled up my seatbelt as my brother backed out of the parking spot and drove us home.

How could I become like Melody? There had to be a way. Maybe… I could talk to her?

To be continued…

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One wild Vacation Chapter 2

The Cruise
Chapter 2
The next day we arrived at Riga in Latvia I had booked a tour as it seemed a nice place to visit
On the coach trip I had a woman from California sat next to me she was on holiday with her daughter, She told me her name was Suzanne we chatted about this and that her daughter who was called Joanne was sat behind us next to a old German gentleman who only spoke a few words of English so Jo was more interested in our conversation, we spent most of the trip together until about 5:00 when we arrived back at the port Sue and Jo both thanked me and gave me a kiss on the cheek Jo said “see you around” and gave me a wink. I freshened up and had dinner in the restaurant the evening show was recommended by my waiter so after a nice meal I had a quick drink in one of the bars and made my way to the theatre
The show was a man and woman doing acrobatics he was shorter than her but very stocky she was tall and elegant and very very supple she bent into some amazing positions and he threw her round like a rag doll all very impressive.
The show finished about 10:30 and as it was a full day at sea the following day (no early rise!) I decided to try the on board Night Club,
It was only a small club room for about fifty or sixty people and a small dance floor I stood near the bar with a drink after a few moments a tall blond in a very short dress tapped me in the shoulder and said hello I replied with a smile, it took a few seconds but then I recognised her as the acrobat from the stage show earlier as she saw the realisation of who she was dawn on me she leaned in and said are you alone? I replied I was “good” she said with a smile
my name is Helen and my husband over there is Peter she said pointing to a table in an small alcove, sat on a sofa was the acrobat guy from the stage
We have been married for six years and we play a little game on each ship we work on we alternately choose someone to come back to our cabin and join in a little fun
I’m flattered I said but I’m not gay
Oh god! She replied nether is Peter but I’m bi I think you miss-understood it’s my turn to pick and I want two men if your game
when its Peter’s turn to pick it’s usually a big breasted bimbo type and we both enjoy that
I’m not sure whether it was the booze or the thought of ménage à trios but I said why not
I joined them in the alcove for a few more drinks then Helen said shall we retire, they lead me through a door marked crew only then down a corridor to a cabin it was about the same size as mine it had no window and was not quite as plush but it was nice Peter got a bottle of wine and poured us all a drink
Peter sat on the chair I sat on the edge of the bed and Helen started dancing to some music she had put on I watched her toned body writhing under her tight short dress she then sat on my lap facing me and continued to dance she unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off me she ran her hands all over my bare chest her short dress had ridden up and I could see her White knickers stretched tightly over her pussy she grabbed the edge of her dress and in one quick movement peeled it off over her head, her bare breasts now in full view she had small perky breasts with the large erect nipples giving away her excitement I glanced over at Peter who was watching the show intently he nodded at me to continue Helen pushed me flat on the bed and started gyrating her gusseted pussy against the obvious lump appearing in my trousers she shuffled back and started undoing my belt and trousers saying “let’s have a look what we have here then” she pulled out my hardening 8″ cock started stroking it and said “nice” she slid to the floor pulled if my trousers and boxers pushed my legs open and took my cock in her mouth she was sucking on it like she hadn’t had a cock for months I glanced over at Peter he had took his hard cock out and was stroking it, it looked thicker than mine but not as long maybe only 6″ Helen was stroking, licking and sucking at my cock like a wild woman after a few minutes I could hold back no more and I shot my massive load of hot cum into her eager mouth she kept sucking until she had every drop she swallowed it all with a smile she then crawled onto the bed and over me until her wet pussy was over my face she lowered it down and I started probing her wet folds with my tongue I reached up and pulled her pussy lips apart and darted my tongue in and out she started moaning and getting wetter I felt the bed bounce and was aware of another body on the bed, Peter was kneeling in front of her and Helen was blowing him I started pushing my fingers in and out of her wet cunt as I sucked on her hard clit I then pressed a finger against her tight ass hole she shuddered and tensed as a orgasm ripped through her pussy juice flood into my mouth I crawled out from under Helen then knelt behind her she stopped sucking Peter and looked round at me still wanking his cock with one hand I stroked the head of my hard cock up and down her wet pussy and then as I pushed the full length in she closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip she then went back to Peter’s cock we all got into a rhythm I continued pounding her wet pussy and she had another hard orgasm
she then pulled herself off my cock Peter laid on the bed and Helen gave my cock a quick suck lapping her pussy juices off it with her tongue she then straddled Peter letting his thick cock stretch her pussy she slid up and down his length a few times then with him buried deep in her she looked round at me and said fuck my arse I didn’t need telling twice I knelt behind her and pressed the head of my cock against her arse hole it went in easier than I thought me and peter were now buried deep inside Helen and she let out a long moan we all started fucking I could feel Peter’s cock pressing against mine in her pussy she was having orgasm after orgasm moaning and panting every time she came she squeezed her arse tight around my cock I couldn’t hold on any longer and started Cumming deep in her ass then Peter moaned and came deep in her pussy she came that hard she nearly passed out
I pulled my deflating cock from her ass and it came out with a slurp I laid on the bed exhausted and Helen climbed off of Peter gave me a passionate kiss and said thank you she then licked all the remaining cum from my cock and then Peter’s limp cock she then stood in front of us and used her fingers to fish out some cum from her pussy and from her arse then lick it off her fingers this erotic show got my dick hard again and Peter was getting hard watching me fuck her again got him fully ready as I fucked her from behind Peter fucked her throat we swapped a few times and both came on her face which she loved we spent the next couple of hours fucking and sucking I had a quick shower with Helen then kissed her and left it was 4:30 am by the time I got back to my cabin I fell asleep straight away……..

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“ACTION.” Patty shouted, a little too loud I thought considering the enclosed surroundings. Sonia sat on the sofa flicking through the magazine; her long legs stretched out in front of her and low cut top showing an ample cleavage.

Building a Dream: Part Eighteen

Continues on from part seventeen. The group are at Sonia’s house in Dorking and about to film a porn film as part of the deal to retrieve Kylie’s paintings from her horrible step-father.

“ACTION.” Patty shouted, a little too loud I thought considering the enclosed surroundings. Sonia sat on the sofa flicking through the magazine; her long legs stretched out in front of her and low cut top showing an ample cleavage. The doorbell rang causing her to look towards the front door and stand up. She turned to face the camera, put her hand up to cup her ear towards the front door, smiled and said in a bright manner,

“Someone is at the front door. I know who that is. It is my lover who has come to fulfil my sexual needs since my husband no longer has any interest in satisfying me.” The doorbell rang again and Sonia continued,

“I am now going to answer the door and let him in so he can take me right here in any way he wants.” Sonia approached the front door followed by James with the hand-held camera and pulled it open.

Simon, Jim and Manus were stood in the doorway, hands on hips and looking confident.

“’Hello darling,” Said Jim leaning on the doorframe. “We’re mobile gardeners and we just wondered if you would like you bush trimmed.” Sonia turned to the camera and put her hand to her mouth in surprise.

“Oh my,” she exclaimed. “Three very handsome men asking if they can trim my bush. I only trimmed my bush yesterday and it is now very neat and tidy. I will have to turn them down.” Sonia turned back to them and said, “My bush is neatly trimmed already, but thanks for the offer.”

The three men looked at each other then Manus grabbed Sonia and forced in her to back up down the hall while Simon and Jim entered and shut the door.

“Oh my, Oh my!” Sonia exclaimed as Manus pushed her into the lounge and sat her down on the sofa. He stood in front of her while Simon and Jim began to pull drawers open and open cupboards moving stuff around but not disturbing the contents.

“Where’s your money, bitch?” Manus growled at her. Sonia looked over at Patty and asked,

“Does he have to call me ‘bitch?’

“CUT,” Patty shouted approaching and standing next to Manus in front of Sonia. “They’re here to rob you and has to put a bit of fear in you. He needs to be aggressive to scare you and calling you a ‘bitch’ is meant to belittle you and show that he is in control.”

“Okay,” Sonia said.

“Right,” Patty said standing back behind a static camera. “Let’s go again from where Sonia has just sat down. Positions everyone. ACTION.”

“Where’s your money, bitch?” Manus growled at her, pointing his finger in Sonia’s face.

“I don’t have any,” she replied in a scared voice. “Please don’t rob me. I only have a few trinkets and they have great sentimental value. Please leave me with them. I’ll do anything not to lose them.”

Manus turned to the camera, winked, turned back to Sonia and asked, “Anything?”

“Anything,” she replied. Manus slowly unzipped his trousers, pulled out his cock and held it close to Sonia’s face.

“Suck this.” He ordered. Sonia looked directly into the hand-held camera close to her face, shrugged her shoulders then slowly reached up and wrapped her hand around the stem before bring her mouth forward and taking the helmet into her mouth. She sucked the helmet for a moment and rubbed the stem with her hand before moving forward to bring it fully in and out of her mouth. Simon and Jim stopped going through the drawers and moved to stand next to Manus. They both dropped their trousers and held their cocks out to Sonia, who then took turns sucking each of them going from one cock to another while all three men reached down and groped her breasts.

Simon reached over and stood Sonia up so he could pull her dress off over her head. She was left in a G-string and her gorgeous large breasts unrestrained. Manus leaned forward and kissed her while Simon ran his hands over Sonia’s breasts and Jim put his fingers down the front of her G-string, rubbing her pussy lips and inserting a finger making her squeak. He pulled the G-string down completely and entered another finger followed by another until he had three inside her now very wet, pussy.

Manus laid Sonia on the floor to put his head between her wide open legs. He licked her pussy lips before clamping his mouth over the clit and sucked hard while Simon and Jim got undressed. They offered their cocks to her mouth and she eagerly sucked both cocks alternately, moaning with joy as Manus sucked and bit on her clit. After a few moments he said to her, “Kneel on the sofa slut.”

Sonia got on her hands and knees and yelped as Manus thrust his cock into her pussy in one swift movement. He gripped on to her shoulders and began fucking her hard, ploughing into her as she continued taking each of Simon’s and Jim’s cocks into her mouth and sucking hard.

Manus stopped fucking her and swapped places with Jim who also gripped her shoulders and fucked her hard.

“Take that you fucking whore,” Jim said as he thrust into her, only receiving moans from Sonia who had her mouthful of Simons, then Manus’s cock. Jim swapped with Simon who parted her pussy lips with his fingers and then thrust his big, black cock into her. Her eyes widened as her pussy stretched against first the width, then the full length of one of the biggest cocks I have ever seen. She moaned continuously as Simon fucked her, taking the cocks out of her mouth to catch her breath.

“Do you like my big, black cock?” Simon said as he fucked her, sweeping his cock into her and bringing it almost fully out before plunging quickly and firmly back in.

“Mmm…mmm.” Sonia replied, her mouth full of Manus’s cock.

As the four of them continued to fuck and occasionally swap places, I crept along the wall and into the kitchen. The rest of the group were either sat or stood leaning on the kitchen island watching the action on the monitor. Mike was holding a stopwatch and looking between the action on the screen and the item in his hand.

“Cheryl, Mary and Sue,” He said quietly. “You’re up.” He silently opened the back door and let the three woman leave before following with a *********** in hand.

I moved around and stood next to Jay who was leaning forward on the island watching the fucking going on in the next room.

“Alright?” I asked as I put my arm around her and squeezed a bum cheek.

“Yep,” she replied turning and kissing me before nodding to the monitor. “Sonia’s having fun.”

“Isn’t she just.” I said and ran my hand under her dress and running my fingers up and down her bare arse crack, the G-string now discarded.

“No butt-plug?” I asked as my fingers ran up and down her arsehole.

“I took it out for the filming,” she replied giving my cock a quick squeeze. “I’ve got my name down for DP, DVP and, maybe, if I can handle it, double anal.”

“Fuck, are you sure you can handle that?” I said surprised, considering exactly a week ago any anal play was out of the question.

“Maybe. You never know until you try though,” she replied.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Jim was fucking Sonia while she had her mouth on Manus’s cock and a hand on Simon’s. She pulled the cock out of her mouth and looked directly into the hand-held camera close to her face.

“Oh my,” she said as her body moved back and forth from the thrusting of Jim’s cock. “That is probably my lover who has come to have sex with me, but here I am already having sex to stop these intruders from robbing me. What am I to do?”

“Answer the door and get rid of them of them quickly. We haven’t finished with you yet.” Jim said, pulling his cock out of Sonia and throwing a short and silky nightgown at her. Together, Jim and Simon marched her to the front door followed by James with the camera and stood behind it as Sonia pulled the door open and peered around it, to be greeted by the smiling trio of Cheryl, Mary and Sue.

“Hello,” they all said in unison smiling at Sonia. “We’ve come to see your cuttings that you told us about at the horticultural society meeting the other night. You said that you had managed to make three of them grow thick, hard and long in a very short space of time.”

“It’s not convenient now,” Sonia said out of breath as Simon ran his hand under her arse and started playing with her pussy.”

“That’s a shame,” Cheryl said, looking disappointed. “We were so looking forward to handling some long stems. Are you sure there isn’t time now? We won’t be long. Just a quick look and maybe a touch is all we want.”

“No…no…sorry.” Said Sonia as Simon went off *********** and shoved his cock in her from behind having bent Sonia forward.

“Oh please,” Pleaded Mary who had started to flap the front of her dress up and down revealing no underwear beneath. “We won’t be long and it’s so hot our here.”

At that, Jim stepped from behind the door, fully naked and still sporting a hard cock.

“GET IN HERE.” He shouted at them waving his fist. The three woman looked scared and did as they were ordered. They trotted into the lounge where Manus was waiting, hand on hips and also still hard.

“Sit there and shut up.” Manus demanded, pointing at the sofa. Sonia was bought back into the room by Jim who moved her to kneel on the floor facing the woman on the sofa. Manus slid his cock into her and carried on fucking her while Simon and Jim stood close by, wanking to stay hard and waiting their turn.

“Please don’t hurt us,” Pleaded Sue, opening her legs slightly. James lowered himself and pointed his hand-held camera directly in front of Sue, clearly showing her own lack of underwear.

“Shut it you sluts.” Jim said nodding down at Sonia who was now starting to scream with delight as Manus fucked her faster and harder. “We’ll let you go once we’re finished with her.” He knelt on the floor and moved Sonia’s head down so she could take his cock deep into her mouth, her sucking and the sensation on Jim’s helmet assisted by the back and forth movement of Manus behind her. They then swapped places and Jim kept up the hard thrusting while Sonia took Manus’s cock readily into her mouth.

Mary sat staring at the sight before her. She slowly moved her hand under her dress and started to gently rub herself, keeping a transfixed stare as demanded by the ***********. Cheryl looked sideways at Sue, nodded towards the door then jumped up and ran to the door, followed by Sue. Simon ran after them and grabbed them both by an arm and pulled them back into the room.

“We said sit down and shut up. But you can’t be trusted to do that, can you?” he growled at them. “Get undressed. That should stop you from doing a runner” He stood in front of them as both woman put on scared faces and pulled their dresses over their heads and dropped their underwear until they were naked. Both woman’s naked breasts with firm, hard nipples and waxed smooth pussy’s made my cock twitch a bit more, not just by the little squeezes I was receiving from Jay as I continued to finger her arse.

Simon pushed them firmly to sit the sofa and stood in front of them. His hard cock a few inches from their faces as he moved back and forth in front of them. Both woman stared at the cock moving between them. I knew they had known Simon for many years and had tried to seduce him, but this was the first time they had actually seen it.

Cheryl slowly reached forward and, taking hold of it, started to slowly rub up and down before leaning forward to take it in her mouth. Simon put his head back and let out a loud sigh as Cheryl blew him. She gripped hold of it and moved her head movements to bob up and down on it, occasionally pulling it out and running her tongue up and down the shaft before licking the helmet and taking it back in to her mouth again. Sue reached under his cock and slowly caressed his balls, giving them a little squeeze before Cheryl pointed Simon’s cock at Sue’s mouth who took hold of it and started to suck with long, slow strokes of her head up and down on the huge cock.

Both woman knelt on the floor in front of Simon and took turns in sucking the big cock and then licked it together, one either side of the helmet, before their tongues met and they started kissing. They took hold of each other’s breasts and fondled, pinched, licked and nibbled their each other’s nipples. Cheryl turned back to sucking Simon as Sue slipped her hand behind Cheryl’s arse and began to finger her. James expertly moved his position to catch the action on a close-up while Stacey held the other camera and filmed the action from the side.

Simon moved behind Cheryl and slipped his cock into her pussy. He gripped her thighs and slowly slid his cock in and out of her while Sue laid down in front of Cheryl allowing her to lick and suck on her pussy as she entered two fingers in. Jim watched the action as he fucked Sonia and gave a little smile. He was probably thinking the same as me. This was going well.

Stacey’s camera moved to face Sonia who was still being thrust forward and back by Jim fucking her. She pulled Manus’s cock out of her mouth, looked directly into the camera and said,

“Oh my,” she said, a little out of breath, “I never expected my poor friends from the horticultural society to get involved in this. I do hope they’re not angry and have me thrown out.”

Simon fucked Cheryl harder, causing her head movements to thrust harder down on Sue’s pussy who let out a sudden shriek and started to judder and shout as she started to cum. This was quick and definitely not in the ***********. The camera moved quickly and just managed to catch the view as Sue squirted over Cheryl’s fingers as she bucked hard against Cheryl’s face and fingers and screamed as her orgasm pummelled her body.

Cheryl lifted her head, a few drops of Sue’s ejaculate dripping from her chin and shut her eyes and panted as Simon continued fucking her. She moaned over and over as the big, black cock filled her and, judging by the look on her face via the monitor, she seemed that she too was about to cum. Simon, keeping to ***********, pulled his cock out, turned to where Jim was knelt fucking Sonia next to him and moved his cock to her mouth. She took it in and sucked as Jim carried on pumping into her. Cheryl laid on her back and opened her legs wide, allowing Sue to go down on her, gripping Cheryl’s arse and pulling her pussy firmly on to her mouth.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned my head to see Mike holding his copy of the ***********. “Front door, mate,” he said. “You’re next.” Jay gave me a quick kiss.

“Good luck,” she said, winking. I had a quick look down at Mike’s ***********, ran through my lines quickly and followed him out of the back door. I reached the front and watched Mike as he counted down quietly the time on the stopwatch.

“3, 2, 1…now.” He said and I rang the doorbell.

A few moments later the door opened and I saw Mary’s head poking around it at a low level. I knew from the *********** that Manus would be stood behind the door, having bent her over and was now fucking her.

“Not…today…thank…you.” Mary spluttered, trying to get the words out but having trouble as, I imagined, Manus’s cock ploughed in and out of her.

“Who are you?” I asked, remembering my lines. “Where’s the lady of the house. It’s her I’ve come to see.”

“She’s…busy, oh fuck,” Mary said shutting her eyes as Manus fucked her harder.

“Busy? She won’t be too busy to see me.” I said and pushed the door open and walked straight through to the lounge, remembering not to look at the cameras.

I stood hand on hips and stared down at Sonia as Jim and Simon spit-roasted her.

“What is going on here?” I demanded of her. Simon pulled his cock out of Sonia’s mouth and moved to one side allowing James to point his camera for a close-up on Sonia’s face.

“Oh my,” Sonia said, addressing the camera and moving back and forth on Jim’s cock. “Here I am having sex with complete strangers and my lover is here. I have already had all three penises in my vagina….do I have to say, ‘penises’ and ‘vagina’?”

“CUT,” shouted Patty. “Keep your positions. Chris, take polaroid’s all around the room. What’s wrong with saying ‘penis’ and ‘vagina’?”

“Well,” Sonia said moving forward from Jim’s cock and sitting on the floor. “I’m getting fucked in all manner of ways, as is other people all around the room. Surely I would be a bit more, well, crude with what I say. Wouldn’t I say something like ‘Prick’ and ‘pussy’ or ‘dick’ and ‘snatch’ ‘cock’ and ‘cunt’ or even ‘todger’ and ‘twat’?”

“Sounds like a bad solicitors,” said Jim which got us all laughing, well, all apart from Patty.

“I didn’t want to have too much vulgarity in the film,” she said to all of us. “I’m not overly fond of bad language. However, if you want to say something different, I think we should decide on what.”

“We could put it to the vote,” I suggested.

“Okay,” Patty said, her pencil at the ready to adjust her ***********. “Everybody, who’s for ‘prick’ and ‘pussy’?”

A solitary ‘aye,’ came from the kitchen

“’Dick’ and ‘snatch’?”

A couple of ‘ayes’ came from the kitchen and a hand in the air from Stacey. Patty took a deep breath, shut her eyes and said, “cock’ and ‘cunt’?”

Everybody said ‘aye’ at once making it the clear winner. Patty scribbled furiously on all the pages of her ***********. “Okay, ‘cock’ and ‘cunt’ it is then. So nobody wants ‘todger’ and ‘twat’ then?”

“Oh, I’m always partial to that,” Cheryl said followed by a little laugh which bought more laughter from us all.

“Okay, let’s get back into position and take it from Steve entering the room.” Patty said stepping back behind a static camera.

“Does anyone need ‘fluffing’?” Stacey asked looking at the four men in the room. We all looked down to examine our cocks, even me and I was still dressed. Jim had his hand rubbing his cock throughout the conversation and was semi-hard. He winked at me and said to Stacey as he stood up,

“I could do with a bit, if you don’t mind?”

“Okay.” Stacey replied who then walked over and knelt in front of him. She took hold of his cock and started to lick the helmet before reaching under with her hand to cup his balls. She slowly pushed her lips over the helmet and slowly, very slowly moved her head back and forth, taking his cock further into her mouth with each movement. Jim put his head back and exclaimed, “Oh fuck, that is good.”

I saw the stem of his cock get firmer with each movement of her mouth and within a minute of her starting, she had got him rock hard.

“Thank you Stacey, you can stop now” Patty said. “Chris, can you get everyone in position please?” Chris nodded and used the few polaroid pictures in his hand to get everyone back into position, either by describing how they were or by moving them with his hands, although this was only for the women.

“Everyone ready?” Patty asked. We all nodded. “Okay, Steve, you’ve just come into the room. We’ll start from Sonia’s piece to camera. “ACTION.”

“Oh my,” Sonia said, again addressing the camera while moving back and forth on the thrusting of Jim’s cock. “Here I am having sex with complete strangers and my lover is here. I have already had all three cocks in my cunt and I don’t doubt that they will want a repeat visit.”

Stacey pointed the hand-held camera she had in my face and looking directly at it I addressed it in an angry tone,

“I’ve come over here to sexually satisfy my lover who’s needs are ignored by her husband and I find her with two cocks in her either end. Does she not need me anymore? Am I not enough to fulfil her urges? I intend to find out. I’m am not a happy-chappy. I am going to leave now and never come back”

“Oi,” Manus said over his shoulder to me as he knelt behind Mary, fucking her as she knelt on the sofa. “You’re not going anywhere until we’re done. Get undressed and sit on the sofa. We don’t want you running away now, do we?”

I feigned fright on my face and quickly undressed, throwing my clothes to one side. I sat directly in front of Mary so her face was a few inches from my cock as she was pushed back and forth on Manus’s cock. She slowly moved her body so she was kneeling closer and stared at my already hard cock. She lifted a hand and gripped it before enclosing the helmet with her lips and taking me in her mouth. Fuck, it felt good. The movement of Manus fucking her helped her tongue to run up and down the shaft and take me further into her mouth. The sensation was outstanding. I ignored the cameras filming from all directions and put my hands on her head, holding firmly her to my cock as she used her tongue and lips to incite a wave of pleasure over me.

Cheryl had just stopped squealing from an orgasm bought on by Sue’s tongue and fingers and was laying on her back on the floor panting; her nipples hard and firm and evidence of a very wet pussy, judging from the glistening around her inner thighs and the way that Sue was licking her lips and gently wiping some vestige from her face. Cheryl looked up at me, gave a little wink then got on her knees and crawled next to Mary and took hold of my cock. Mary pulled back from me and let Cheryl take over sucking me, firmer and harder, maintaining eye contact with me throughout.

Manus was fucking Mary who was now knelt on the sofa next to me and shouting with each thrust while Simon and Jim were spit-roasting Sonia. Sue laid under her and sucked on her nipples as each man got a good rhythm going of a cock going in one end as the other pulled out. I hadn’t discussed with Patty, nor Cheryl, how I was to fuck her and considered changing position, Cheryl stopped sucking and climbed up to put her knees either side of my legs. She gripped my cock and lowered herself down on to me, her warm and wet pussy accepting the full length of my cock as she sat on me. She put her arms around my neck and leaned her mouth to my ear and whispered,

“I am going to fuck you all afternoon. You’re mine and no one else’s for today.” She then kissed me softly and both our tongues met, not in a frenzy of sexual wontedness, but tender and slowly as if it was two lovers embracing to share a passionate moment. I held on to her arse cheeks and gently assisted her with her fucking, lifting her a little with each movement. We still kissed and didn’t separate for what seemed like an eternity but realistically, must have only been about a minute. The sliding of my cock in her pussy felt tremendous. She was smooth, yet tight and the grip she had was nothing I had ever encountered before, not with Jay, Katy, Sonia nor Sara. This, I privately admitted to myself, felt like one of the best fucks I had ever had.

Just then there was a loud banging on the front door together with repeated presses on the doorbell and I knew that, in a moment, I would have some lines to say. Cheryl pulled her face away from mine and looked at me smiling and started yelling ‘yes, yes,’ out loud as she lifted herself up and down on me. For the cameras benefit, we both froze and looked at each other when we heard Jay shouting,

“LET ME IN YOUR BITCH. I KNOW MY HUSBAND IS IN THERE BECAUSE I FOLLOWED HIM AND SAW HIM GO IN. I KNOW YOU’RE HAVING AN AFFAIR NOW LET ME IN. I AM GOING TO KICK YOUR ARSE!”

I had never heard Jay shout like that before. We had minor disagreements now and then but never anything that led to a shouting match. This was definitely a side to Jay, all be it pretend, that I had never encountered before.

Simon, who was fucking Sonia, turned to Sue who was now sat against an armchair fingering herself and watching the action around her, and ordered,

“You, slut. Go and answer the door and get rid of them.”

Sue got up, smoother her hair down and trotted to the door where Jay was still shouting and banging on it. Sue opened it a crack and said,

“Sorry, we’re busy at the moment. Can you come back later please?”

“WHAT IS GOING ON IN THERE?” Jay shouted as the shouting and yelping from Mary and Cheryl got louder, being exaggerated with their volume. The door was forced open by Jay who marched straight into the lounge followed by Katy and Kelly. She went wide-eyed and open-mouthed in shock at the scene before her. She first looked at Sonia getting fucked by Simon with Jim’s cock in her mouth and then at me and Cheryl. In the corner of my eye I watched as James moved slightly forward with the hand-held camera to zoom in on me. Remembering my lines, I looked around Cheryl directly at the camera and said,

“Oh bloody hell, it’s the missus! She’s followed me here to where I’m meant to be satisfying my lover and now I’ve been caught in an even worse situation. What am I to do?”

All three women stood with their hands on their hips and stared at me. Jay moved slightly forward and started wagging her finger at me shouting,

“YOU BASTARD! I KNEW YOU WERE HAVNING SEX HERE BUT I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE WITH HER”

She pointed at Sonia who had stood up and stepped away from Simon and Jim and stood cross armed facing Jay as the rant continued

“HOW DARE YOU BE HAVING SEX WITH SOMEONE ELSE INSTEAD. IF YOU’RE GONG TO BE UNFAITHFUL TO ME AT LEAST HAVE THE DECENCY TO DO IT WITH ONLY ONE WOMAN! MY FRIENDS,” She pointed back to Kelly and Katy who were stood still with looks of shock on their faces. “MY FRIENDS SAID I WAS IMAGINING IT AND CAME WITH ME FOR SUPPORT IN CASE I WAS RIGHT AND LO AND BEHOLD, I AM!”

Sonia walked slowly up to Jay with her hands out to calm her while Simon and Jim moved behind Katy and Kelly who stood very still with looks of shock on their faces.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Sonia said softly to Jay and moved to stand in front of her. “It’s not like you think. Yes, I have been having sex with your husband but it’s only because I asked him to. He didn’t come after me. We met when he did work on my house and I wanted him as soon as I laid eyes on him. You see, my husband has lost all interest in me…” Sonia moved closer towards Jay as she spoke with her hands up defensively in front of her.

“…for a year I haven’t had sex with my husband. I haven’t had that feeling of a man’s touch on my body, that gentle caress…”

Sonia moved her hand to Jay’s face and gently and lightly stroked her cheek.

“…that feeling of being wanted, that feeling of excitement knowing that ultimate pleasure will be shared…”

She moved her other hand around Jay’s back and caressed Jay’s back, running her fingers up and down her spine with the gentlest of touches.

“You know that feeling, don’t know? When you feel a hand on your breast..”

Sonia moved her hand from Jay’s back and gently pulled down the top of her summer dress allowing both firm and beautiful breasts to be released. She caressed Jay’s breast circling the nipple with her fingers,

“…the gentle touch as excitement builds, the shiver that run through you when you know that very soon…”

Sonia moved her face close to Jay’s until she was a couple of inches away, still maintaining eye contact.

“…very, very soon, you will be kissed.” Sonia moved in and gently kissed Jay. Jay face softened as she closed her eyes and received the kiss. It was a small kiss to begin with and then their lips parted and I saw the tips of their tongues meet, gently touching at first before Jay moved her hands up and, holding Sonia’s face, pushed her tongue into Sonia’s mouth. They embraced and stood there kissing, slowly at first before holding each other tight and frantically began kissing harder, Sonia holding Jay’s face with both hands as their tongues moved from mouth to mouth. Sonia, not breaking from the kiss, pulled the summer dress down from Jay and on to the floor, leaving her stood naked. Both girls started running their hands over each other’s body’s; their breasts, their arse cheek’s and then slowly touching each other’s pussy’s, parting the wet lips and exploring with their fingers.

“CUT.” Shouted Patty.

“No!” Jay exclaimed breaking away from Sonia.

“Sorry,” Patty said approaching the girls. “We’re going to go again but this time you will say your piece directly into camera as you slowly move forward. Jay, you will look directly into the camera as Sonia speaks so we can get your reaction. The two pieces of film will be edited in.”

Sonia moved back and allowed James to stand in front of her with the camera pointed in her face while Jay pulled her dress back up and did the same to Stacey holding the other camera.

“ACTION.” Shouted Patty and Sonia repeated her speech staring directly into the camera and slowly moved forward while Stacey filmed Jay’s reaction which went from angry, to calm, to turned on as she parted her lips and softened the look on her face, the camera moving slowly closer.

“CUT” Patty shouted. “How did that look?” she asked James who gave her the thumbs up along with Stacey.

“Okay, we’ll go from your embrace and then follow you down to the floor as Sonia seduces Jay. Stacey will film Kelly and Katy with Simon and Jim simultaneously. Positions everyone.”

Manus hadn’t moved from his position behind Mary although he had slowed his pace. Cheryl was still sat on my hard cock deep inside her and we had kissed tenderly as Sonia and Jay had done their piece to camera.

“ACTION,” Patty shouted. Manus continued fucking Mary and Cheryl began moving up and down on me again, still embracing me and kissing me, our tongues not wanting to part. I saw Sonia pull Jay’s dress down and then run her fingers to Jay’s pussy. They laid down on the rug in the big open space in front of the sofa’s and continued kissing, sucking and biting each other’s nipples before Jay laid back and Sonia lowered her face to Jay’s pussy and started running her tongue up and down the lips before sucking on her clit. Jay let out a yelp and held Sonia’s face to her while playing with her own nipples with her other hand.

James filmed this out of shot from the static cameras while Stacey did the same to Simon and Jim who had begun to undress Kelly and Katy who were stood very still with looks of shock on their faces as they watched Sonia going down on Jay.

Simon laid on the floor and indicted for Katy to sit on his face. Jim moved Kelly to an armchair next to them and knelt Kelly on the floor in front of it. She gripped the arms of the chair as he slid his cock into her, making her squeal and then pant as he proceeded to fuck her fast. Katy panted fast as Simon attacked her clit with his tongue and began to buck her hips up and down on his face. He tapped her arse and indicated for her to turn around which she did, enabling her to take his big cock into her mouth while he ate her pussy and licked up and down between her arse cheeks, probing her arsehole with his tongue.

Sonia and Jay had moved positions and were now eating each other pussy’s and fingering each other. I glanced down and saw Jay probing Sonia’s arsehole with the tip of her middle finger. Sonia had told Manus and I that anal play was definitely not an interest for her but she didn’t react negatively and allowed Jay to gently push the finger in to the first then second knuckle.

Sonia lifted her face away from Jay’s pussy and silently exclaimed, “Oh fuck,” as Jay began moving her finger quicker in and out of her arsehole while pushing two fingers into her pussy. “Oh fuck,” Sonia said again, this time louder. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…I’m cumming!” she shouted followed by a loud scream as her body stiffened and she squirted over Jay’s hands and face. James had moved lower down and, out of sight of the static cameras, had caught the whole orgasm with his hand-held camera. Sonia’s body shook as the orgasm run its course, still shouting “Fuck, fuck,” until it subsided, allowing her body to relax.

As Sonia began to relax Jay let out a yell and also started cumming. Sonia’s fingers were still firmly implanted in Jay’s pussy and had stiffened as she came, bringing on Jay’s orgasm. Jay shuddered and I could see Sonia’s fingers becoming wetter as Jay’s ejaculate covered them. Jay screamed several times, her eyes tightly shut as she shook and jerked. She eventually quietened down and lay still while Sonia moved around and gently took her face in her hands and kissed her. They laid kissing for a short while and holding each other tight.

Cheryl was still moving up and down on me and held my face to her breasts. I gently bit her nipples and maintained my tight grip on her arse cheeks, lifting her up and down on me before moving my face up to kiss her again, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck.

We stopped kissing and held on to each other, her face next to mine as we quickened our pace. I glanced around and watched the activity in the room. Simon was fucking Katy on the floor who was on her back while he held her legs over his shoulders. Jim was fucking Kelly on her knees against the armchair with a bunch of her hair in his hand, pulling her head back as he slipped his hard cock quickly in and out of her. Next to us, Mary had swopped with Sue who was on her knees against the sofa and being fucked by Manus. Mary moved behind the sofa and had started to kiss Cheryl over my shoulder. I could hear them as their tongues met emitting little groans and pants from Cheryl. I had no doubt that Mary was fingering herself as she kissed Cheryl, judging from her own little pants.

I causally looked around the rest of the room. Stacey was crouched down behind a chair and was zooming in with her camera on Jim and Kelly with Simon and Katy in the background. James was also crouched down, alternating between filming Cheryl as she fucked me and Sonia and Jay on the floor who were now embraced and kissing. I saw him move the camera and follow Mary as she moved from behind me to sit on the armchair and open her legs wide in front of Kelly who moved her face and tongue down on to Mary’s wet pussy.

Patty was stood behind one of the static camera’s watching the action around the room and crossing out sections of her *********** in pencil as each part was met. Chris was stood close by also watching with a *********** in one hand while the other held the Polaroid camera. The fact that he had a big hard on was clearly evident through his jeans.

Cheryl leant her lips close to my ear and whispered, “No one else is going to cum in me, on me nor anywhere near me today. I only want you.” She moved her face in front of mine and our eyes met. She looked at me with a mixture of passion and pure feeling. This wasn’t just a fuck we were having; this was becoming a moment and I knew that she was the only one I wanted to fuck. Despite the situation and the naked bodies on offer around us, I knew she meant it and I agreed. I only wanted to fuck her.

Just then, I heard the front door open followed by a shout of “Honey, I’m home.”

Phil walked into the room followed by Keith, Clive and Sara, who was carrying the holdall with the sex toys provided by James. They stopped in their tracks and took in the situation before them, looks of shock on their faces.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?” Phil shouted down at Sonia who was still locked in an embrace with Jay on the floor. “YOU’RE HAVING AN ORGY…IN MY HOUSE. HOW DARE YOU CHEAT ON ME. HOW DARE YOU. HOW DARE YOU, ESPECIALLY WHEN I HAVE MY WORK COLLEAGUES WITH ME!”

Leaving Jay on the floor, Sonia stood up and faced Phil. She put her hands on her hips and addressed him.

“Yes, I am having an orgy. It wasn’t planned, it just happened and you know what? It’s been good, very, very good. I’m getting some sex at last. Something you haven’t wanted for a while. Do you even remember what sex is? Let me remind you…”

She pointed her finger around the room at the couples having sex, although we had all frozen in our positions.

“..It’s when a man and a woman join together and enjoy each other’s bodies. It’s when two people want to share an experience together and satisfy their desires. It’s a hard cock and a wet cunt. It’s sordid and yet, loving. You haven’t come near me in over a year and why is that? It’s because I won’t satisfy your perversions, your demands of sexual practices that are just not what I want to do. Do you really think I want your cock in my arse? Do you really think I want to be pissed on? Do you? Is that something that everyone does?”

Sonia turned to everyone in the room who had started nodding and smiling before turning back to face Phil.

“Well, I don’t and I won’t.”

She turned and pointed down at Jay who was laying on her side, her head propped up on her hand watching Sonia give her speech.

“I’ve been having sex with her husband because you won’t go near me. I’ve had sex with these men…”

She pointed at Manus, Simon and Jim, then Jay.

“ …and I’ve just had sex with her and do you now what? It’s been wonderful and I’m going to do it again and again and again because they want to and they want me. Unlike you.”

Phil looked seriously berated. He dropped his head and said,

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. You hear about those sexual practices more often nowadays. It’s on the TV and in a lot of films. I just wanted to try it. I didn’t realise how you felt. I never meant to hurt you or make you feel unwanted or unloved. I was just curious, that’s all. I thought that I had put you off having sex forever when you said no so forcefully. In a way, I think I was giving you space until you were ready to be with me again. I love you so, so much. I’m sorry”

Sonia approached Phil and put her arms around his neck and he put his arms around her.

“Do you mean that?” she asked. “Are you really sorry?”

“Yes, yes I am. Very much so. I love you and I just want to make love to you all the time.”

Sonia kissed him and he responded. They stood kissing for a little while until Sonia dropped to her knees and undid Phil’s trousers. His large, hard cock was released and she took it in her mouth, sucking hard and fast which made him gasp. He pulled his jacket and shirt off then pulled her up towards him to kiss again while he stepped out of the rest of his clothes. She took his hand and moved to the back of the sofa where myself and Cheryl were.

James moved on his knees with the camera and crouched to film close up as Sonia bent over the back of the sofa and let Phil enter her, giving out a gasp as his cock filled her. I tapped Cheryl’s arse and motioned with my eyes to move to the floor. She stood up and laid down between the sofa and an armchair, opened her legs and pulled me down onto her. I slipped in quite easily and kissed her, keeping up a slow pace with my fucking. I did have a problem though. I knew I was going to cum soon and was unsure of how to indicate this to Patty for the close up.

I put my mouth to Cheryl’s ear and whispered,

“I’m going to cum soon. All of this is too exciting.”

“Cum in me,” she whispered back. “I want you to fill me with your cum and never stop. I want every drop to stay in me forever. I never want to let you go.”

This did it for me and I started fucking her harder and got shouts of “fuck me,” back from Cheryl as I did so. I pumped harder and faster and could feel the familiar feeling of cum rising and getting ready to meet her request.

“Aaaarrrggghhh…” Cheryl shouted as I felt her fingernails dig into my shoulders as she gripped me tight, “I’m cumming.” She looked at me and we maintained eye contact as our resplendent orgasms came to the climax

“And me,” I shouted and did so. I began to cum and fill her, each stroke and movement letting out more into her as she screamed and her body became taught with her own orgasm.

“CUT.” Patty shouted but there was no way I could stop and carried on doing so, feeling myself getting drained with each stroke. The room was silent apart from the two of us as we groaned, moaned and let out a final gasp. I stopped moving and kissed Cheryl as she put her arms gently around my neck. This was a moment of not just hard sex but of passion and feeling and I wasn’t going to let anyone ruin it.

“Are you done, Steve?” Patty asked sounding very pissed off, standing hand on hips behind me.

I looked behind me and nodded, “Yes, sorry about that.”

Patty furiously scribbled in pencil on her *********** and said to the group,

“If anyone, and I mean the men here, think they are close to cumming you will have to make some sort of indication so we can get the camera shot. Did either of you get that?” she asked James and Stacey.

“I did,” came a quiet voice from behind an armchair. Stacey stood up with the hand-held camera in her hand. “I caught them cumming from the side but not a close up of the genital area as they came.”

“Okay. Steve don’t move. I want a close up of you pulling out and of Cheryl’s vagina as the cum leaks out. Jay, would you like to go down on Cheryl and, er, clean her up?”

“Sure,” she replied with a smile and moved into position behind me.

“Okay,” Patty said, “Stacey, get in close on the floor and get this. We’ll continue with the rest afterwards. If any of you are going to cum, stop having sex and say out loud, ‘Eureka.’ We can then stop and get the close ups.”

Patty moved back behind a static camera and shouted,

“Action.”

I kissed Cheryl again and pulled my cum sodden cock out of her. As I stood up Stacey moved in close and filmed the thick trickle of my cum slowly leaving Cheryl’s pussy. Jay then laid down between Cheryl’s open legs and ran her tongue up and down Cheryl’s pussy lips getting globule after globule of my cum on her tongue and swallowing each drop. Satisfied she had got it all she moved up and kissed Cheryl and then knelt in front of me to suck and lick any remaining cum dripping of my spent cock. Having cleaned me she sat back and smiled up at me.

“CUT.” Patty shouted.

Cheryl kissed Jay again then stood up, leaving Jay on the floor and moved next to me behind a static camera putting her arm around me as I hugged her. She was still a bit out of breath and her panting was quite audible.

Patty noticed this and said,

“Sorry Cheryl, you’re a little bit too loud. Why don’t the two of you go and get cleaned up and grab a bite to eat in the kitchen. You can still watch on the monitor in there.”

“Quick shower?” Cheryl asked me with a smile.

“Okay,” I said.

“Tell you what,” Patty said to the group. “Let’s take a twenty minute break and start from Mary and Sue seducing Keith and Clive. Chris, polaroid’s please.”

Chris went around the room taking pictures of everyone from different angles while I led Cheryl by the hand to the downstairs shower. I ran it cool and the two of us got in together, Cheryl tucking her hair into a shower cap before we washed each other with the gel’s provided. Every so often we would embrace and kiss, holding each other tight as we did so. I think we spent more time kissing in there than washing. I was so attracted to Cheryl and I felt a tinge of regret knowing that today would be the last day of our sexual adventures and that I would never get to be with this wonderful woman again.

We stepped out, dried each other and, still naked and hand in hand, joined the rest of the group who were in the kitchen munching on the remains of the lunch buffet. We helped ourselves to a sandwich and a couple of sausage rolls and poured a coffee from one of the fresh pots Sonia had just made.

Jay came over and kissed me. “This is fun.” She said as she drained her coffee cup. “And you came quick. There should be a forfeit for that.”

“Okay,” I said hugging her. “I’ll cook for a week when we get back tomorrow.”

Jay laughed and said to Cheryl, “That’s not a forfeit, that’s a punishment for me. He can’t cook. No, I’ll think of some form of forfeit for you.” She winked at me and left to go to the loo.

“ONE MINUTE.” Patty shouted from the lounge and I could see her on the monitor discussing the next camera angles with James and Stacey. Everyone left the kitchen apart from myself, Cheryl, Paul, Kylie and Mike who I saw had taken out a large, cream covered cake from the fridge. Cheryl and I took a seat at the kitchen island and watched the monitor with Paul, Kylie and Mike stood behind us..

The view from the four cameras was on the screen and we could see Chris indicating to people where they should be. I saw Manus, Simon and Jim say something to Stacey who then dropped to her knees as they stood in front of her and started to blow each of them, one after another, gripping their balls as she bobbed her head up and down on each cock. The looks on their faces told me that she must have a great skill in this as, within moments, all three were hard and put into position by Chris and Patty using the polaroid’s. I picked up the remote and turned the volume up a little so we could hear what was being said.

Sonia was bent over the back of the sofa with Phil behind her while Manus was on his knees fucking Sue on the floor against the sofa where she rested her arms for support . Simon was fucking Katy on the floor in front of Jim who was fucking Kelly as she knelt on the floor with her face between Mary’s wide open legs who was sat in the armchair. Each man was doing slow movements to keep them ready for when Patty shouted…

“ACTION.”

Keith and Clive were stood watching the action before them looking unsure of how to react. Mary stood up from the armchair, knelt down and kissed Kelly. Jim stopped fucking Kelly and sat back on the floor, gripping his cock to keep it hard and watched as both women approached Keith and Clive and began to kiss them. Keith started to grope Kelly’s breasts and dropped his head to suck her nipples while Mary had unzipped Clive’s trousers and was bobbing her head back and forth as she sucked him. Both men got undressed quicker than I expected and I watched as both woman got on their hands and knees next to each other and began kissing as Keith slid his cock into Kelly and Clive did the same to Mary.

Through the kitchen door I could hear the moans from the woman as they got fucked in the various different positions. Jim moved in front of Kelly who took his cock in her mouth and was duly spit-roasted. Jay had taken one of the strap-on’s from the bag that Sara had dropped at her feet in shock upon entering and was plunging the large dildo attachment in and out of her pussy and squealing with each stroke.

The view from one of the hand-held cameras changed as the camera moved behind Sara, who was stood in a very business-like attire of smart blouse and skirt, arms crossed watching the orgy. She turned to the camera, smiled and said in her exaggerated Dutch accent,

“You British, you do make me laugh. Why are your orgies always unplanned? Why are they so disorganised?” she pointed her thumb over her shoulder in Phil and Sonia’s direction. “A man comes home from work with his work colleagues on his way to a sex toy convention, to pick up some papers he’s forgotten and finds his wife having an orgy and he is shocked and angry. Why? He should be thrilled to find his wife enjoying several different cocks and cunts. Isn’t it every mean’s dream to watch his wife getting ravaged? In the Netherlands we are so, so much more liberal. Swinging is almost a national pastime. We have plenty of sex clubs where couples can go and live out any desire they may have whether it is a threesome, a foursome, a gangbang, anal sex, fisting and even watersports. To us, all of those activities are perfectly normal. What girl wouldn’t want to have a cock in her mouth and cunt at the same time? What girl wouldn’t want to have a cock in her cunt and arse at the same time, maybe with a big cock in her mouth as a bonus. What girl wouldn’t want to have two cocks in her cunt or two cocks in her arse or maybe even…”

Sara raised her fist up to the camera.

“… a fist in her cunt or arse. It’s not freaky or unusual, it’s just another way of heightening the pleasure of sex.”

As Sara spoke I saw Jay in the background fit the strap-on belt around her waist and approach Sara from behind. She stood behind her, reached around and started to unbutton Sara’s blouse and slip it off her shoulders and onto the floor. Sara didn’t react as she continued talking.

“I personally like to go to a club on my own and have someone film me so I can show it to my husband later. I wander around the place naked, looking in all the rooms to see what the action is. If a man approaches me then I will fuck him. If two men approach me I will fuck them both. If they want to fuck my cunt and arse, I will let them…”

Jay had reached around and had been playing with Sara’s breasts as she spoke, still not reacting. Jay unzipped Sara’s skirt and let it drop to the floor. She wore nothing underneath and we got a clear view as Jay parted Sonia’s legs, reached under and play with her bald pussy lips before entering a finger.

“…and if they want to cum in me that way, I will also let them. I will take cum anywhere; my mouth, my cunt and my arse-the more the better. I will have gangbangs where an endless amount of cock will fuck my cunt, arse and mouth over and over. As for fisting, well…”

Jay stopped fingering Sara and bent her forward, the camera lowering to keep focussed on her face as she spoke. I saw Jay kneel down, part Sara’s arse cheeks and push her face in to, I presume, rim her and lick her pussy.

“…if a man has a small hand and wants to fist me, then I will let him; my pussy and arse are always willing to be filled that way. I might find a lovely lady in there. If so, I will finger her, lick her, taste her juices…”

Jay stood up behind Sara and held her bent over as she lined the dildo attached to the strap-on she was wearing to Sara’s pussy.

“…fist her and fuck her in every way imaginable. I love sex. I want sex all the time. So, what I am trying to say is, be more open, more liberal and let yourself go. You’re only young once….aahhh.”

Jay slid the dildo into Sara causing her to shut her eyes and gasp. Neither girl moved for a few moments before Jay held on to Sara’s hips and proceeded to slowly fuck her. Sara opened her eyes, winked at the camera and started to gasp quicker as Jay fucked her faster. The camera moved around and under so we could get a close up of Jay fucking her. The big dildo easily slid into her and out again as Jay got to a steady rhythm. This continued for about thirty seconds before Sara bought her body up and moved away from Jay. She laid down on the floor, opened her legs wide and beckoned Jay to join her which she did so, kissing her before sliding the dildo back into her and fucking her.

“Okay,” Mike said to Kylie and Paul while looking at his stopwatch. “Let’s get you two out to the front door. You’ve got about 2 minutes until you ring the doorbell.”

“Good luck,” I said and got a wave back from Kylie as, together with Paul, they followed Mike out the door, shutting it behind them.

“Nice speech,” Cheryl said pouring a mug of coffee and nodding to the monitor where we could see Sara getting fucked hard by Jay with the strap-on. “Patty has a way with words, doesn’t she?”

“She certainly does,” I replied. “Although I reckon Sara ad-libbed most of it and I don’t think ‘cocks’ and ‘cunts’ were in the original.”

“That’s one thing I’ve noticed about Patty.” Cheryl said reaching down to hold my free hand. “She’s written the *********** for a porn film including detailed scenes for anal, DP, watersports etc, but with no swearing and it’s all very organised and professional.”

“It’s probably just her manner. I mean, she’s very polite, well-spoken, confident, has experience with writing ***********s for her am-dram group and from what Mike said, got right on to it last night. It’s probably the type of challenge that brings the best out of her.”

Cheryl nodded in agreement.

“She’s also very, very sexy.” Cheryl said, pouring me another coffee from the pot on the island. “She has a great body and that attire she’s wearing is such a fucking turn on. I love girls in rompers. If I was her and was writing the *********** for this, I would have written a part in for myself.”

“Well, she’s not had sex with Mike for nearly a year, not since her affair with another woman ended.” I said. “Apparently, the other woman ending it upset her so much that she swore herself off sex. That’s why Mike was in the peep show. He needed to let off steam and, lucky for him, Jay was there to help him get that release.”

“Poor woman,” Cheryl said as we watched Patty on one of the static cameras walk around the wall of the room as James was filming a close-up of Phil fucking Sonia. “I would love to help her get over that, given the chance.”

I took a sip of my coffee then shook my head,

“Not a chance. She may be the type to write about porn and direct, but I don’t think she would be the type to take part. Besides, apart from the ‘blip’ in her life and Mike’s shag with Jay, they’re happily married and committed to each other.”

“So are you and Jay and me and Phil, but we still enjoy fucking other people.” She leaned in, took my face in her hands and kissed me, her tongue gently pushing past my lips and meeting my own. I put my arms around and we kissed for a short while before stopping and turning back to the monitor with an arm around each other.

The action carries on in part nineteen where the filming continues.

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Unable to forget events in the Cave Of The Wolves, Alice Stallrang, CEO, has quit her company, gathered a team and set out to investigate the cause of the sexual mania. Building a research Facility out in the jungle is a start, but it soon turns out that her team is keener to study each other.

Tamara Johnson watched the sun setting on the distant horizon. The Novo Brazilian sky was alive with orange and pink hues, it was beautiful. She studied her reflection in the window of her room. A snub-nosed, freckled face stared back at her, green eyes, curly copper hair, chopped short at her nape. Not bad. She had been trying to get more sleep lately and it appeared to be paying off.

She caressed her C-cup breasts, moving her fingers in circles around her perky nipples, so that they poked out from between the fabric of the black fishnet body-stocking that she habitually wore. It wasn’t going to be long until the big show and having just recalled her first encounter in the Cave of the Werewolves, she was definitely getting into the mood.

Tamara smiled to herself, turning away from the view and back to her room. The mountain-top plane crash that had left her and Alice stranded in a cave had only been a year ago. And yet now, here she was, living back on the plateau of the Monte de Venus, in what was officially referred to as the Facility, (more informally known as the Valk-eyrie in honor of their fearless leader).

Tiny lay asleep on Tamara’s bed, the young adult werewolf taking the opportunity to rest up in the warmth of the Facility’s living quarters. She snuggled up next to him and flicked on a monitor. There was a perimeter fence in place around the base, but the whole area was also wired for sound and pictures, both inside and out. Not that anyone else knew this, outside of herself and Alice. Her boss had charged Tamara with establishing the base and during the build she had merely added some ‘optional extras’ into the design.

Tamara had always felt somewhat of an outsider but she liked to be in the know. Also, given the nature of this place, it seemed wise to be keep an eye on nocturnal activities. After all, tracking the behaviors of the humans living here, was just as much a part of their research program as studying the animals. She hadn’t bothered to mention it to the rest of the party, as she wanted to study them naturally, with no play-acting for the cameras.

Ah, who was she kidding?! The Aviatrix had grown increasingly fascinated by sex since arriving here and loved to study how the others engaged in it.

She still wasn’t sure as to why she had become such a voyeur. Maybe she enjoyed watching other couplings because she had always found it difficult to engage in committed relationships. A confused lesbian in her teens, she’d switched to celibacy during her university years, possibly missing out on a fair bit of what life had to offer, it was true. Following that, the Air Force had not been a great environment in which to figure oneself out despite some bisexual experimentation. Then came the Nordic job and her first meeting with Alice. She had loved it, of course, but it had meant a great deal of travel and very little in the way of routine or stability.

Not that Tamara had any regrets. Working for Alice had also allowed for some sexual release but with low emotional commitment. Think of it as a perk of the job. Still, to think that even in her late twenties, she remained a virgin was a little depressing. Over the years she had found humans pretty disappointing in terms of loyalty and had never really felt that special spark. So whether for a man or a woman, she was still saving herself for that special someone.

She gently stroked Tiny’s flanks. He had been a very different monster when they had first met, but over the year or so that the Facility had been operating, they had grown closer and closer.

How had all this started? It seemed hard to believe that they’d come this far in little over a year. Rebecca had played her part, it was true. Tamara switched the monitor view to show Rebecca’s room, but there was no sign of her currently. Rebecca Knight was Alice’s spiritual instructor. Tamara understood that they had met through a yoga course some years ago and had really hit it off.

She was a plummy voiced Brit, who practiced Yoni Magick amongst other things, i.e. a self proclaimed sex witch. She also had a thing for the color purple and wearing thigh-high kinky boots, both of which clearly marked her out as a social deviant in Tamara’s book. The Aviatrix had long been convinced that Bec was a total fraud, but she was now wavering slightly on this position due to more recent events.

Tamara cast her mind back as to how it had all come to this.

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The morning after the crash, they had been air-lifted from the mountain top, the search and rescue helicopter had easily seen the spirals of smoke from their wrecked jet.

Once safely landed at Sao Petro, Alice and Tamara had undergone some quick medical checks before flying straight back to Joyport in the business section of a commercial flight. They sat in virtual silence, each processing what had exactly happened to them on that first, fateful night on the mysterious mountain. Tamara cupped her water glass between her palms, lost in her thoughts.

Nothing on Earth would have possessed her to behave in that way normally. Was it a drug? An hallucination? There had been that strange feeling, that writhing within her, somewhat out of body but also as if her most base desires were given free rein. She didn’t know what it had been, but it disturbed her greatly.

Alice looked across, reading her mind. “Don’t worry about it,” the older woman smiled, “Don’t tell anyone else, and leave it with me to worry.”

Over the next hours and days, Tamara tried to behave as advised, but the images and sounds of the night kept creeping back into her head at the most inappropriate times. Driving into work one day, her mind had wandered back to recall the feel of One Ear’s cock in her hand and she’d narrowly avoided crashing into the rear of a suddenly braking station wagon. Passing by the lingerie shop in the underground mall every morning reminded her of Alice’s red silken panties, shining in the firelight. Even seeing an ad for a dog shelter had made her wonder what Tiny was doing now, and if he missed her.

Little more than a week later, Alice had called her into her office for a ‘private meeting’. ‘Not that private,’ thought Tamara, seeing the big Russian woman, Kat, standing guard by Alice’s office door, as she often did. Everything else always seemed smaller when Ekaterina Igonova was present. She stood over 2 meters high, but didn’t seem excessively tall due to her powerful form. She was an amazon in every sense of the word, an ex-Olympic wrestler and powerlifter.

Her platinum blonde hair was closely cropped, giving her a boyish look, but her ample EE chest immediately removed any possible confusion as to her gender. Somehow she managed to embody both male and female in one, hard and soft, a walking paradox.

Tamara got on okay with her, although Kat tended not to engage in much small talk. Tamara was also sure that Alice and Kat had something going on, although she had never witnessed any improper behavior in her presence.

Also present inside the office was the smiling Rebecca, wearing a typical fuchsia-colored dress and black thigh-highs. Rebecca Knight was a tanned, slightly older woman, still attractive and very limber indeed but with a few lines around her blue eyes that betrayed her life experience. It hadn’t all been easy.

She came across as a bit of a ‘nature child’ and Tamara was convinced that Bec’s C cup breasts had never even seen a bra. Despite this image, she also possessed a cut-glass British accent that ran totally against type. Tamara had often speculated about her background, as Bec certainly sounded like she could be an integral part of the English upper crust.

She typically wore her brown hair in a short bobbed style, with a baby lick curl. Overall, she had a languid but confident looseness about her that never failed to irritate Tamara. In fact, many things about this new-age Brit did so.

For a start, Tamara was slightly jealous that Bec had a direct line to Alice’s ear and that she was a friend / consultant rather than a direct employee. Also, the fact that Rebecca had asked everyone to call her ‘Becka’, rather than Rebecca, Bex or Bec, because, ‘That’s not who I am’. Tamara had stuck to ‘Bec’ after that.

The thing that annoyed her most though, being a rational and scientific sort, was the sort of psychobabble that Bec often spoke, which she was convinced Alice would have laughed out of the room, had it come from anyone else.

“Did you get that?” Alice asked sharply, clicking a finger in Tamara’s face. Tamara blushed, as truth be told, she’d zoned completely out of the conversation. Bec had won again!

“I’m relocating down there. We want you to come too,” Alice offered. Rebecca was looking fixedly at the floor as Alice spoke.

Tamara was immediately taken aback. Her first inclination was to ask Alice to repeat where, but then, she already knew. She felt herself flushing deeper red.

“You told her,” it was more of a statement than a question.

Alice nodded.

“Everything?”

Alice nodded again.

“Why?”

Rebecca replied, “Miss Stallrang was somewhat shaken up by recent events and came to me for assistance to better understand them. I’m glad that she confided in me. I’ve followed up with some investigations and there have been an increasing number of other reports of, shall we say, non-standard behavior amongst the local peoples and fauna in the Magos Verdes region of Novo Brazilia.

In the past week I visited the area, to run some checks on the ground and my results show that orgone levels have sky-rocketed across that entire region.”

Tamara vowed to Goggle ‘orgone’ later to find out what she was talking about.

“Just think of it, Tamara,” replied Alice, “if we could discover whatever it was that caused us to…do what we did. What an opportunity! What a possibility!”

“It sounds like a massive risk to me,” Tamara replied, “We lost our inhibitions. We lost ourselves. Do you really want to put yourself back into danger?”

“I’m not sure that the two of you were ever in danger. Regardless, whether the cause is physical or psychological, Alice needs to find out,” smiled Rebecca, “Plus, wouldn’t we all be a bit happier if we could corroborate your stories?”

By ‘corroborate’, did Bec mean to go through a similar experience? Tamara idly wondered if Bec had any personal moral boundaries whatsoever. Oh Lord, she was so annoying! Plus the whole night was meant to have been a secret between Alice and herself!

“What about Nordic Industries?” asked Tamara.

Alice shrugged, “They can live without me, I’m due a sabbatical. I’m already putting plans in place to purchase that region, from the Novo Brazilian government to develop as an eco-reserve. Over two hundred square kilometers of unspoiled rain-forest and the plateau where we crashed, Monte de Venus, is right in the middle of it all. I’ll need a pilot to get me there. And a Director of Operations for developing the research base once we arrive. You’re a double threat, Tamara, you could easily do both. And so much more.”

“I have already agreed to be Miss Stalldrang’s Head of Research out there,” piped up Bec.

‘I bet you have’, thought Tamara.

“Don’t feel like you have to give me an answer straight away. This is going to be a private enterprise, strictly off the record and you’re welcome to stay on the pay roll here at Nordic. Just know that personally, I have to get to the bottom of what happened to us out there. And I think you do too.”

Tamara paused in thought. What had happened had been becoming less and less real in her mind with every day that passed. She was starting to doubt herself, but this conversation had brought it all home once again. Deep inside she knew that she had to understand or go crazy trying.

“I’m in.”

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And so here they were. Early on, the British hippy had come up with a name for the organization; Orgone Research Group for Analyzing Sexual Mania or O.R.G.A.S.M.

Clearly Rebecca had a love of Sixties spy capers. She had also determined that the ‘increased orgone was leading all creatures in the region to be increasing in virility at the same time as losing their sexual inhibitions’. Apparently, this phenomena was already reported as happening in several other disparate regions of the world and was continuing to spread.

Tamara had initially dismissed the witch as totally crazy, but then her own sense of unreality had grown incredibly over their time here. Away from the rest of the world it was easy to slip into new behaviors. Something was definitely going on in this place. The cause was uncertain, whether natural or supernatural, but the epicenter seemed to be based directly around Monte de Venus, the extinct table-top volcano upon which they had established their research base.

Rebecca and Alice had then determined that the nature of their research needed to be protected. Malevolent powers behind these events may be seeking to expose them or hurt Alice. Therefore they decreed that the research group should have code-names with which to reference each other, and protect their identities should their activities become public. This seemed to have spurred them all on to adopt exaggerated personas, which would have led to a few public indecency charges had they dressed this way on the streets of Joyport.

For example, Rebecca had promptly declared herself ‘Lady Midnight’, allowing her to dress up in a lilac hooded robe and dress, split right down the front to show off her cleavage, her purple panties and her black thigh-highs.

Alice became ‘Valkyrie’, presumably due to her Norse heritage and nickname. She had moved on from her previous corporate role and taken to dressing in simple blouse and skirt combos, with her curly, mid-shoulder length hair tied back. Usually she wore a splash of red, accessorized with leather jungle boots. She always remained impeccably stylish however, even in the humid heat of the rain-forest. Tamara had no idea how she did it.

The giant guard, Kat, had given herself the moniker of ‘Molniya’, which apparently meant ‘Lightning’ in Russian. Alice had problems wrapping her lips around the Russian term and so had rechristened Kat as ‘Blue Lightning’. ‘Blue’ because, for her part, the big bodyguard had taken to frequently wearing a royal blue Lycra body-suit that more than did justice to her impressive muscles and curves.

As for herself, Tamara had become ‘Aviatrix’, due to her aerial exploits. Come to think of it, she had found herself wearing her skimpy flight uniform and body-stocking combo more and more often these days, even if she wasn’t flying. It just made sense to dress light, given the climate.

The others had followed suit, even if they had felt silly. ‘Others’, because beyond the founding group of Rebecca, Alice, Kat and Tamara, the make-up of team O.R.G.A.S.M had swiftly expanded over the course of their adventures in the past year or so.

Tamara flicked the TV monitor over now. There was some activity in Alice’s room. Another girl was in there, a familiar one -the jungle girl from the cave.

This was Guadalupe Arias, a native local. ‘Lupe’ was a chunky but graceful young girl, with coffee-colored skin and deep brown eyes that danced with life. She preferred to live wild, out in the forest but recently she had visited the base regularly to assist in their research. She had first turned up again in the early weeks of building work and had offered to assist the team with the Menagerie in return for some supplies. She didn’t even speak any English at this point, so communication had been difficult, but they had found a way to manage.

Her O.R.G.A.S.M. name was Toteni, after her local tribe, and she’d since become an integral part of the team. Lupe’s local knowledge and skills with animals were unsurpassed. She simply seemed to have an innate ability to communicate with nature.

Toteni was typically lightly dressed, and was wearing a dappled orange and brown halter and loincloth combo today. She also always wore an intricate golden necklet, which acted as anchor for her halter top straps. Her noble presence was accentuated with finely crafted ear-rings, made from feathers and beads.

Lupe perched on the edge of Alice’s bed. Viewing from afar, Tamara admired the range of dildos that were racked behind along Alice’s wall, like a trophy room. That was pretty close to the truth in fact, as each one had been individually molded from someone (or something) over the course of their various research trips.

Lupe leaned in to say something to Alice and the Valkyrie wrapped her arms around the jungle girl, kissing her passionately on the lips. Tamara caught her breath and leaned in for a closer look. She wasn’t jealous as such, Alice’s appetites were more than she could handle, and her boss had surrounded herself with a growing harem of beauties after all.

But Tamara knew how that kiss felt and how warm Alice would be right now. She knew the tang of her tongue, she knew how her crinkled pussy would be juicing up and budding open like a flower.

Tamara tugged aside her indigo rubber thong, exposing her sweaty, wet pussy to the air. Beside her, Tiny’s nose twitched but the he-wolf stayed fast asleep, as Tamara settled in for the show.

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As the two women kissed, Alice hugged Lupe closer, pressing the shorter girl’s face between her breasts. Lupe craned her head to nibble at Alice’s breasts through the thin material. The Norse girl’s head arched back, her hands reaching down to untie Lupe’s loincloth which dropped to the floor, revealing the girl’s O.R.G.A.S.M. issued yellow thong underneath. The bright yellow stood in strong contrast to her caramel flesh.

Lupe returned the favor on Alice’s boob-tube, rolling it down to reveal her already crinkled nipples, straining with passion. Lupe took the leftmost in her mouth, rolling her tongue around it, as she suckled hungrily. Alice gasped at the sensations, arching one hand around Lupe’s neck and unhooking her halter top.

Now it was the darker girl’s turn to gasp as the cooler air hit her sensitive areolae. They were not only sensitive, they were immense, easily the biggest that Alice had seen and such a dark brown in color that they were almost black.

Alice’s fingers brushed delicately over the dark-nubbed crown of Lupe’s right breast, and as the jungle girl’s nipple hardened, she witnessed the entire areola increasingly crinkle up, in line with her arousal.

As Alice continued kneading gently at her lover’s breast, her other hand reached down to squeeze at that rubbery, yellow thong. It bulged noticeably outwards into a rounded mound and Alice knew why. This tribal girl was incredibly gifted downstairs.

Alice slipped two fingers under the material, entering a place of heat and wetness. The key reason for wearing these thongs was that the material wasn’t breathable, which kept in any potentially arousing scents, but also usually meant that each of the girls became a mini-furnace down there. Therefore, regular activities to release any sexual pressure had become a practical part of their daily schedule. Without wasting time, Alice yanked the thong downwards, leaving Lupe’s squished cunny-lips quivering before her.

These outer labia were something to behold. Two prominent, darkly crinkled lips now hung loosely downwards, slowly unfurling under their own weight. Rebecca had said something about their size being part of the local female tradition and related to tribal status. A piercing in her prominent, near black clit, studded with a fiery red gem, signified that she was the first daughter of the Toteni clan chief. Above it, her pubic area was scraped clean of hair, the darker patch of skin around her pubis was clearly visible, with only a little stubble.

Alice’s throat was dry. She could never get enough of seeing this sight, as it never failed to make her incredibly horny. Come to think of it, she had the exact same feeling when seeing Tamara naked, or the others in her growing research group. Put it this way, she hadn’t exactly regretted stepping down from her corporate position yet.

Alice reached over to a shelf that was recessed at the foot of her bed. She often entertained guests here and had a special shelf for each one. This time for Lupe, she picked up a couple of lead weights, each hanging at the base of a fine silver chain and with an adjustable tightener at the top.

She sat on the bed, with Lupe standing facing her, legs parted. It was all Alice could do not to dive in head-first, as she was both fascinated and aroused just by the sight of that dark beauty. She held one of Lupe’s labia in her fingers, it was heavily wrinkled, warm and silky soft. Alice gently turned the screw of the weight until it pinched into her dark skin, firmly attached. She gently lowered the weight until it hung suspended, tugging heavily downward on the straining lip flesh until it was stretched out fully, smooth and shiny.

Lupe moaned, biting her lower lip at the mixture of pleasure and pain that wracked her. Having had several piercings and initiation scarrings already, this sensation was something that the young girl welcomed.

Alice repeated the job on Lupe’s other cunt-lip. Both weights now hung side by side, Lupe’s labia stretched out to be fully four inches long from base to tip.

“Walk for me,” Alice demanded, and Lupe took slow steps forward, each one setting the weights swinging in opposite directions like pendulums. The poor girl took another step and nearly stumbled at the sensations that assaulted her body.

“Stop.”

Alice knelt to inspect Lupe. The tribal girl’s labia were shiny with her secretions, fully demonstrating the heights of her rising lust. Alice took a sniff. Lupe always smelt so different to the other girls, earthy and untamed. The dark-haired Valkyrie spread her tribal treasures apart, nuzzling her nostrils into the welcoming wetness until the bridge of her nose bumped against Lupe’s clitty-gem.

Lupe trembled, sitting on the bed as Alice roughly spread her further, spearing her hungrily with her tongue whilst quickly pulling down her own red latex panties, leaving her clad only in a crimson mini-skirt. Lupe clutched the back of Alice’s head with one hand, grinding her pussy in time with her lover’s movements.

Without breaking from Alice, Lupe arched back and ***********ed one of the generous range of canine dildos that hung from the back wall. She inspected it briefly, hefting it in her palm. It was mid-sized as far as the ***********ion went. Colored purple and red, it was realistically contoured, almost as if it had been modelled directly from a real canine. Which it had. If she remembered correctly, this ***********ion was ‘One-Ear’.

She handed the firm rubber cock to Alice. Still with her head buried between coffee-colored thighs, the Swede pulled a leather harness from under the bed, fixing it around her waist without coming up for air. A plain black dildo pointed inwards and she shifted her weight slightly to slide it gradually into her greedily waiting cooze. That done, the doggy dildo clicked nicely into place onto the opposite side of the harness, so that both herself and whoever was on the receiving end could be equally satisfied.

Alice raised her head from Lupe’s thighs, her eyes gleaming and her mouth shining wet. She assisted Lupe back to her feet and readily lifted her into the air, which would have been surprising if one wasn’t aware of the Valkyrie’s innate strength. Without breaking gaze with Lupe, she dropped the local girl downwards, plunging One-Ear’s replica cock deep into her cunny in one quick movement.

Lupe howled, animal-like in her pleasure, the weights now hanging down the curves of her thighs and swaying from side to side as Alice quickly set a steady fucking rhythm.

Lupe took the shaft without too much trouble, at least as far down as the fat knot, which pushed up impatiently against her slippery opening. Alice/Valkyrie had Lupe/Toteni right where she wanted her. With both hands cupping the girl’s brown ass, Alice thrust and pulled back and forth, wiggling her hips to force that generous bulge past the noble girl’s threshold. Lupe howled upwards, firmly plugged and not resisting the canine assault.

With a sudden plop, the last 3 inches of the canine cock was sucked inside Toteni’s depths. Even her pussy seemed shocked by the intrusion, her dark inner entrance stretched into a startled ‘O’ around the bulky cock-base. The tribal princess thrashed wildly as the tapered tip of the rubber shaft thrust inwards towards her cervix. She was never happier than when riding one of her extended wild family and this strange foreign lady had introduced her to the next best thing. Lupe had experienced such magic and adventure since that fateful day when Alice had literally crashed into her world.

The caramel princess abandoned herself. Normally she was the one dominating her wolf pack, undisputed head of the local pecking order. However, although Lupe had a level of dominance over the animal kingdom, Alice seemed to be able to control her entire world. Lupe was in awe of the facilities here, she had found magick hiding in every corner. Moving picture screens, flying houses, mechanical animals, mysterious sources of heat and light. And so Lupe, the Princess of the Toteni, knowingly submitted to the toned Valkyrie in recognition that Alice was the Queen of this world of magick.

Alice loved this feeling too, taking the local princess roughly and putting her in her place, even using a familiar wolf prick from her own pack. Lupe’s ass was generous indeed, allowing Alice a firm grip with which to plunder her bounty. The muscular Norse warrior and ex-CEO was now back to conquering new and exotic frontiers.

Lupe’s eyes were closed, the girl was focused on the sensations spiraling out from her pleasure center. She could barely move, impaled as she was on the firm canine cock. Alice fell forwards with Lupe onto the bed, landing on the girl and merely increasing her rhythmic thrusts as Lupe moaned and thrashed, helpless to resist. Alice began moving a little from side to side also, setting the weights jumping against Lupe’s thighs. Her drooping labia were now shiny with her secretions, sensitive and as sore as a woken bear. She couldn’t take much more of this.

The door opened almost silently and Rebecca slipped inside. ‘Lady Midnight’ as she now was, was dressed in her usual way that left little to the imagination. She wore dark boots, purple elbow gloves and her dress, slit generously down the front to expose her midriff and cleavage, also exposed her glossy purple latex panties underneath.

Rebecca threw back her hood, her eyes widening at the scene that met her. She reached back to unclip the back of her dress, which readily slid to the floor. Now clad only in boots, gloves and panties, she looked ready for action, her perky pink nipples poking out like coat-hooks.

It was now obvious that Rebecca’s panties were more fully formed than the skimpy standard-issue thongs that most of the others wore. This was due to a number of reasons. First off was that Rebecca refused to shave herself, believing that hairiness, being a natural state, helped her in any sexual magick. The second was that Rebecca was incredibly naturally hairy, both ‘down there’ and under her arms.

Rebecca stood by Lupe and tugging out the waist of her panties, wiggled them down her trim legs. Beneath, Rebecca sported a thick thatch of brown pubic hair, tangled and wild. The third and final reason for her wearing them was about to become apparent.

Alice had paused to watch, smiling. Lupe wriggled even more, shaking her head from side to side, “No,” she gasped, “I can’t take it.”

“Oh, but you will my dear,” replied Lady Midnight in her cut glass tones.

She swung one leg over and sat over Lupe’s face, positioning her hairy cunny right over the jungle girl’s face and pinning her arms to the bed.

Lupe snorted as the strong scent assailed her, but there was no escape. Rebecca slowly lowered herself. Her ripe pussy was already dripping on to Lupe’s cheek. “Lick me,” she ordered and Lupe began to tongue lash the English witch. Despite gagging at the bitter taste, she was clearly getting into it, burying her head deeper into Rebecca’s lust-hole. Satisfied that everything was going according to plan, Alice resumed her short thrusts, leaning forward to French kiss the grinning Rebecca as she did so.

Pinned like a butterfly between the two others, Lupe was writhing. She’d already been close to climax before Lady Midnight’s unexpected arrival and this unexpected pussy worship now had her whole body humming.

She bucked up and down on One-Ear’s cloned shaft, working it deeper. The pointed tip grazing her soft inner walls, grazing until, BAM! Lupe came long and loud, wailing and lost in her animal passion. Her juicy inner walls spasmed around the firm rubber prick inside her, until she thought she would pass out.

Rebecca and Alice were still groping each others breasts as they kissed. Alice, the slightly shorter of the two, was plucking at Rebecca’s visibly erect, pencil eraser nipples, whilst in response, Rebecca had taken hold of Alice’s breasts and was kneading them softly.

Alice kept jiggling up and down, grinding the dildo inside of herself. She was close now and getting closer. Rebecca broke their passionate kiss and moved down to attend to her partner’s breasts, knowing how sensitive they were. Her tongue teasingly circled the nipple, feeling it tense and harden in her mouth. She suckled the whole teat into her mouth, twisting and teasing it.

Alice gasped in pleasure, her breathing becoming more ragged. On to the other nipple Rebecca went, leaving her silk-gloved fingers tugging on Valkyrie’s freshly sucked breast. It took only a minute of this before Alice’s eyes widened as she tensed and shook, biting her lip as her pleasure burst forth. She was the opposite of Lupe, no writhing and screaming for her, but a silent shudder and a low moan of satisfaction.

Rebecca slowly released Alice’s nipple as her breathing returned to normal. The purple-clad witch rolled herself off of Lupe’s face, exposing the tribal girl’s juice smeared visage. Alice steadied herself against Lupe’s thighs, unclipping the wolf dildo from her tool-belt but leaving it inside her partner. The two women were separated once again.

Alice then quickly unclipped the labia weights from Lupe, freeing her nether lips from the constant tugging. Lupe gasped, reaching down to massage her pained mound.

“Not so soon,” Rebecca demanded, “clean isn’t my natural state, so maybe you can mess me back up. I’m sure that the Princess of Beasts could handle just one more cock?”

Toteni didn’t look so sure, but Rebecca wasn’t taking no for an answer. “First off, I’ll be needing this!” She grasped the end of the doggy dildo still impaling Lupe and waggled it firmly back and forth. Lupe writhed and groaned once more, still sensitive. The witch tugged the cock firmly outward, watching Lupe’s pussy-mound bulge, with the knot resisting any backward movement. “Wow, I bet that is sore,” Rebecca teased, only to pull at it more firmly.

Lupe squealed as the fat knot slowly strained apart her aching hole, lewdly stretching it out into a perfectly widening circle, as the bulk of the knot relentlessly slipped past her slick gates. With a plop, the wobbling dildo popped out of her stubbled cunny, leaving it quivering and gaping, exposed to the view of the other two (and to Tamara, still watching remotely, unknown to all).

END OF PART 1

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So after rereading the old version I also felt it was a little…lacking so I went back and fixed it. I hope it’s just as good as the first two or maybe even better!

College was hard to deal with since the one person that I wanted to most was still in high school and in classes while I had nothing for the day. All through my math class I kept thinking of how her breasts looked so fuckable in the baby-top tops that she would wear when I was around her. Or how I just wanted her to fuck me just once more; one last time.
Dating each other didn’t work out so well. All we really did was fuck each’s brains out other then go on really lousy. And when her brother saw us fucking once when we were at her house we knew we had to stop before it got in a real big mess. No way in hell was I getting coped by the feds for this shit. Her brother, Ryan, was in my graduation class and just didn’t seem to know that his baby sister was a lesbian slut magnet. I didn’t think he ever saw Megan as anything but a perfect little angel, which this girl so was not. So when he happened to walk in on us fucking each other so fucking hard that we were half catatonic he flipped out dragged her off me, still naked I might add.
Now, with the school year starting to come to an end all I wanted for my spring break was Megan’s fingers in my cunt and her lips on my tits as she finger banged me into sweet ecstasy and I got to lick her velvet cunt just one last time.

The day was unusually long since I had to finish doing some math homework and then head over to Wal-Mart to get some stuff for my room. I had wanted to dye my hair back to black and this math class was interfering with that. All I could think about was some sweet fingers sliding into my already wet cunt as they finger banged me right in the middle of class. I was so caught up in my sexual fantasy that I didn’t notice that the class had ended and I was the only one in there. It wasn’t until one of my class mates asked if I was ok, that I had a funny look on my face that I realized that I had had a sex daydream and was sopping wet now.
“Um…ya, I’m fine. You got lost in thought I guess, thanks”” I bolted from my seat hoping I didn’t have a wet spot and raced to my car, not really paying any much attention.
On my way out I nearly ran into my friend Heather on her way to classes. Heather was a tall brunette with some pretty decent 34 Cs. They were natural so of course I loved looking at them. But they were nothing to what I’d already had. Maybe if they were bigger or even really small I would care more for them then just for some masturbation image. But even though Megan’s were a bit small they were like little lolli-pops for my tongue when I did imagine fucking her nice juice cunt.
I gave Heather a quick hello and a semi-accidental brush of her tit and proceeded to my car. Once in the crappy vehicle I clicked it on and raced out of the packed lot and to the main streets. I knew that I had time to get my things done; I just didn’t want to chance seeing Megan when she got out of classes. Her high school was right near the store and she always liked to get the drinks that were sold there cause they were cheap.
The streets of this fucking town were packed with cars on their way to school or from school, all from the blasted college. How I hated the traffic that I had to go through. As I sat in this traffic jam I went back to my fantasy about being finger banged and imagined how fucking great it felt to have my slit licked and my cunt tormented, in front view of all these people in their cars. It got me so hot that I actually unbuttoned my pants and slid my finger down into my oven of a cunt, playing with my little cunt button. It felt so good that I kept going to down as I fucked my own cunt right in my car as I waited for the light to turn and for me to get moving. Good thing that the light I was on was a long one, so that gave me time to really get a good rev to my pussy before having to go. The car permeated with the smell of cunt as I got closer and closer to an orgasm and just before the light flipped to green I hit the right spot and I triggered a small but still satisfying orgasm.

Once free from the group and congestion I made my way to the store and parked quickly running in to grab what I needed and to check out fast. The clock on the wall above me read 3:10 I had five minutes to get out to my car and get back to my apartment so that I had no choice of seeing Megan. After what her brother did I really didn’t want to have to face him again. Ryan cussed me out and said that if he saw me “
“violating” his little sister again he would find a way to castrate me, even thought I was a chick and a pretty awesome friend at that too. Just the thought of that possible scenario was enough to scare my tits into not thinking about Megan getting them hard.
Soon I was back at the car and almost in when I faintly heard the bell from the high school ringing, calling to release the throngs of students. I tried to ignore the bells but I just knew that I was fucked. From that moment floods of Megan fucking my body crashed my mind. How she would curl her fingers as she thrusted into me and how she bit my tits as she played with the dildo that she would use to fuck me until I screamed for her to stop or I fainted. As I thought of all that I made the biggest decision that I had made in my life so far, I was going to fuck Megan tonight, no matter what.

Casually I pulled into the school parking lot, avoiding students racing to get to their cars. Cruising into a spot I pulled my phone out and dialed a long forgotten number. Quickly I sent the message and waited for the reply. As I waited a short skinny girl strolled up to my car, wearing the skimpiest skirt I had ever seen on a high school student before. I swore I could have seen her pussy lips hanging out from the thin fabric of her see through panties.
“Hey! I think I know you.” Her voice was cool and calm. She knew what she was doing. Calmly I arranged myself and tried to answer back without sounding like I wanted her pussy in my mouth and her hands on my mounds, when I already did.
“Oh!? You do? Where?”
“You went to Ridge High, last year?”
“Ya.”
Slightly I saw her smile when she made the connection and her fingers curled around her bag on her slim shoulder. “You’re Trisha, Megan’s fuck buddy.” My face dropped. How the hell did she know? And who could have told this bitch. “I guess I guessed right. Bet you wanna know how I know?” her smile shown on her pale, flawless face. Cold green eyes stared at me through the glass of my windows at me, burning my soul. “You see, Megan and I are good friends. She and I share everything. And I mean everything. Well, except for you. You were the only thing she ever had that I wanted. She only got to you first.” Now I knew what she wanting…me
I was about to force my keys back in the ignition and race away when the ringer of my phone rang out and the spell of silence was broken. Carefully I reached over and read the flashing screen. Megan had answered back telling me to wait where I was.
“Aren’t you gunna tell her that I’m here. She might want to know that.” Her eyes flickered on my tits and then to my unbuttoned pants. A smile forming on her lips as she gave them a little lick and winked at me. I now too thought that I knew her from somewhere. But of course all I was really focused on back in high school last year was fucking Megan and doing it whenever and wherever we could and for how long. Hell we even did it during one of the Pep Assemblies while everyone was on the bleachers and we were under them.
I tried to say calm as this girl looked at me, but my cunt knew what I wanted and it wanted to be fucked and damn! High school girls were like my kryptonite and this one knew just how sex manic I was and wanted it. She shifted a little to the left and pulled her shirt down enough so that I got a show at her tits and a good look at what she had. Damn she had a nice pair of tits and I could sense that she was as much of a sex kitten as Megan was, maybe even more of one.
“Wanna let me finish what you started?” she indicated to my pants and how they still though all this were unbuttoned.
“Nah, I’m good.” It was a little tense and it defiantly showed.
Soon Megan showed up and was almost to the car when she locked eyes with this girl standing next to me. Except she didn’t do what I thought she would have, instead she raced forward and hugged her, kissing her on the lips and grabbing her ass. When they had greeted did they cast their attention onto me. I carefully got out from the car and walked around to them. I was first greeted by Megan with a French kiss and a feel of my left breast. She was back “Hey Meg, you know this chick?” I was slightly confused.
“Ya. This is Nan. She and I have been friends since third grade. She was who I told you about awhile back.” She beamed with delight.
“You were right Meg. She is a nice piece of ass and a pretty cute lesbian.”
By now I was confused enough for all that I just kept my mouth shut. Soon Megan spoke again. “Trish, I thought that maybe Nan could join us. I mean, I love fucking you and you just seem to be getting board of just me fucking you. So I’m bringing Nan.” She got close to my ear and sexily whispered to me. “I wanna make you cum so bad that you can’t stop screaming my name and squirt pussy juice all over the room.” instantly I was turn on.
Whispering back, “Then get your pretty little cunts in we’re going to my place.”

Not even a few feet into my apartment Megan was ripping her clothes off and Nan was slipping her skirt off, clothes flying everywhere and I was still stunned at what was just about to go down. Quickly I found myself flung against the wall and two sexy teen blonde girls touching my body, peeling my clothes off one layer at a time. First Megan pulled my shirt off over my head trapping my arms up and blinding me as the two girls licked my chest and one pulled my boobs out of their confines. Their warm mouths on my icy tits felt so good I was ready to just cum already. But they held off and pulled the rest of my pants off and ripped my panties off me, still keeping my arms trapped and me blinded. Their fingers found every point that could be touched and teased me until I wanted to just fuck both of them until they cried. But I didn’t get the choice Megan shoved me more against the wall and thrusted her tongue down my throat while her fingers shoved their way into my soaking wet cunt. As soon as she connected a jolt of electricity shot through my body and I was in heaven. Nan had not taken control over the tits and was biting and twisting them so hard that I thought she could have been trying to get them off.
Megan’s fingers flew swiftly in and out of my burning cunt as Nan bit my left tit and grabbed at my asshole, pushing in and out getting me hotter. I wanted to get the shirt off of my head but the tow girls kept it on tightly and I felt exposed and helpless, but they kept fucking me as I fell closer and closer into pleasure. Soon Megan added a finger and she was flying so fast that I was bucking against the wall as my hips got in sync with her speed. I was getting fucked so hard that my mind just went blank and all I could feel was her fingers in my cunt and how fucking great it felt to have her pounding me.
All this time of being fucked by Megan I didn’t realize that Nan had left and moved to my bed room as I was finally allowed to pull the shirt from my face. It wasn’t until she had come back with my large purple vibrator and the small pink one did I realize what was going on. I was about to be part of a little teen threesome. Nan quickly handed the purple vibrator to Megan who pulled her hand from my now dripping cunt and proceeded to shove it into where she had just been fucking. Nan shoved the other one into Megan’s pussy and tuning it on full blast. The pure jolt of the power was enough to bring Megan to the ground, writhing in pleasure at how the small pink object hit right where her button was. Nan quickly took her place in fucking me as she grabbed the purple monster and started skewering me with it.
I bit on Nan’s ear as she shoved the dildo in and out of my already throbbing cunt at an incredible speed. Not in my dreams had I thought that was going to be getting fucked by two slutty teens and that was going to be the bitch. Her own hands kept plunging into her own cunt, also dripping from all the action that was going on around us. Megan was to busy frantically fucking herself to notice that Nan had switched from just fucking me to sucking my tits, getting both of us hornier as she learned all that made me hot.
I couldn’t take it any longer and pulled Nan off my body and dragged her to my bed, pushing her to the sheets as I grabbed the vibrator from my own cunt and threw it to the side. Her legs flew up and I dove right into the warmth. Her lips were wet and she was soaking the covers from the sheer joy from my tongue and all the foreplay that was just done in the past half hour. I licked the clit of Nan, showing her what she had been missing when she said that had wanted me from Megan all that time. From her reaction I knew that this was her first time being given oral from another girl like this. Tears filled her eyes as she came for the first time this day. Her small frame shaking like a loose board from a powerful orgasm and squirting all over my face. I just continued to lick her slit until the orgasm passed and she came back to reality. Slowly I cleaned her pussy up from all the cum that was coming out from it and pulled her up to make out. To my surprise when I was kissing Nan Megan had come up from her own fantasy with a vibrator and started licking my asshole, edging me along. Her tongue was like fire to my gasoline. As soon as she hit that right spot I let out the hardest orgasm that I had yet to feel, Nan bit down on my lip to soften her own second orgasm of the night as she fucked herself.
As I came to I found Megan and Nan making out, each playing and pinching the other tits as they basically face fucked each other with their tongues. I decided that they were missing me so I swiftly got between them and slammed a finger into each of their wet vaginas and started finger banging each of them until Megan cried out in pleasure, “Fuck me more! Oh my God! Fuck! Fuck! Fu-ck!” she came screaming from my fingers and Nan wasn’t far behind. Each letting a cry of passion escape their bodies as gush after gush fell from their bodies.
As Nan sunk into the lust from all of this Megan grabbed the purple vibrator now laying on the floor after being rolled off in all the finger banging and started pounding it into my frail cunt, savagely ripping me apart from the inside out. A smile creased her lips as she whispered into my ear through trusts and pounds into my sore cunt. “I’m going to fuck you until you cry out my name…bitch!” her words made me hot and I knew what I wanted. I wanted her to fuck me so fucking hard that I forgot how to walk the next morning.
Quickly the friction in my pussy was getting to be too much and I could feel a powerful orgasm coming from deep within me. To help hold it off I grabbed my tits and started twisting at them, as if they could come off or turn down the intensity. But all it did was make the coming orgasm feel twice as good and three times as fast.
“I’m coming! I’m coming Meg!” I cried as she just dove the thick rubber member right back into the rhythm of before, but going a bit faster. Nan, now woken up had now gotten into it, was now sitting on my face forcing me to eat her out. The added sensation of Nan’s cunt in my face, with my tongue fucking her little asshole was enough to finally push me over that edge and into the biggest and longest orgasm I had ever had.
Squirts of cum shot from my cunt as I cried a muffled yell into Nan’s cunt. I just kept licking and eating her out until my whole world went dark and I could just feel the pulses of the vibrator still in my cunt. Nothing on my body seemed to work and I could only watch as Megan and Nan now went at it on each other. Megan eating Nan out as she Nan shoved the pink dildo to Megan’s cunt, fucking her so much they both were bucking, and Nan eating Megan out with Nan getting anal raped by the same pink dildo, now so lubricated that it slid in with ease. Both fucked the other until both screamed in passion and fell back onto the bed in a heap next to me, the purple vibrator still on in my dripping cunt.
Soon, as the excitement faded and I came to looking at the time I realized that I had to get these two out of my apartment before someone thought to look here for them. But yet, in the back of my mind a small voice told me to just let it all be. I look over and glance up at Megan.
“So we done with this whole thing now since your bother thinks I’m a perve?”
“Hell no. I quite like having you as my fuck toy, no matter what that ass says.”
“And her?” I motioned to Nan who was still a little out of it.
“She’s ok. I fuck her all the time.” She smiles a sly smile and rolled over to me as I cuddled with her. Cum still dripping out of all our cunts and the smell becoming too much.
“Should be wake her?”
“Nah. Let her sleep, we’re at my house and I’m at her house. I have all night.”
“Then wanna go again?”

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Nicki settles into her new place and meets her beautiful carmel skinned neighbor

Ding dong!

I was just wrapping up my daily 1-hour yoga routine when I heard my doorbell. I quickly grabbed the hand towel I always kept sitting on my dumbbell stand and wiped the sweat from my face. I wasn’t expecting the delivery company to be ready with my washer and dryer until 5:00 and it was only 4:00. I was trying to give myself enough time to hop in the shower after my workout, but it looked like that wasn’t happening anytime soon, so to be quite honest, I was kind of pissed. Ding-dong! There it was again. I know I was taking my time, but oh well, it was their fault! I rolled my eyes, walked to the door, and snatched it open, ready to tear into the first delivery guy my eyes landed on.

“What-“. Damn! How embarrassing is this. It wasn’t the delivery company and here I was a hot sweaty mess, face beet red, and hair flying every which-way. It was my neighbor and she was looking at me like I was crazy. I had seen her coming and going a few times, but we never got the opportunity of crossing paths; that is, until today. Great first impression Nicki!

Me, being 5’4, I would say that she stood about 5’4″ or 5’5″, because we were eye to eye to each other. Unsure, she slowly stuck out her hand and introduced herself, “Hey, I’m Felicia, your neighbor. I was coming over to welcome you to the neighborhood, but you look a little busy. Should I come back another day?”

She wants to run. I was so embarrassed! I started rambling on, quickly trying to explain the situation, “No, no not at all. I’m really sorry if I startled you. It’s just that I told the company to be here at 5, and I was in the middle of my work out and I heard the door, and I thought it was them. I was just a little irritated because I planned to work out, get in the shower before they got here and relax a bit. I am so sorry; please don’t think I’m crazy.” I gave her a sad smile, and she returned a sympathetic one to me.

“No, it’s quite all right. I will admit you kind of surprised me, but I understand. Hey, why don’t I come by a little later on in the evening so I can give you time to settle in and wind down a bit.”

Thank you so much! By the way, I’m Nik. Well, Nicole, but you can call me Nicki or Nik or whatever. And again Felicia, I’m so sorry.”

She laughed, “No problem! Hey, how about you just take my number down, and just call me when you’re ready for company. It’ll be easier and I don’t want to get cussed out coming over here or anything anyway!”

We both chuckled. I grabbed my phone from the coffee table and put her info in.

“Okay, I got it. See you later!”

45 minutes later, I was out of the shower, dressed, hair descent, and standing behind one of the two men installing the dryer unit. He stood up, and turned the dryer on to test it out. After he seemed satisfied, the other man wrote a few things on his clip board and asked me to sign it, “Okay, ma’am, looks like you’re all set here!”

Tearing the paper off, he handed it to me.

“Thanks a lot! Now this warranty covers the first 4 years, right?”

“Yes ma’am. And if you have any more questions,” he handed me a business card, “just call that number there, and ask to speak with the appliance department and they’ll be happy to help you out!”

“Okay cool. Well, let me walk you guys to the door. I really appreciate your time!”

“No problem ma’am and you enjoy the rest of your evening!”

“Will do.”

I shut the door behind the two men, and plopped down on the comfortable cushiony couch. I was exhausted. The past week, I’ve spent all my time on unpacking, moving in small boxes, letting people in and out the house to fix this and install that, and everything in between. I’m glad I don’t have kids; because I don’t know what energy I would have left over to move all this in. I was glad it was over!

Right when I was about to close my eyes and drift off, I remembered Felicia. Groaning, I drag myself up off the couch to call her.

“Hey Felicia! Their finished up here. I was just wondering if you still wanted to stop by.”

“Yeah, no problem! I’ll be over in about 30 minutes!” Good! That gave me enough time to relax a while, although, I would’ve preferred a nap.

…

I walked toward the kitchen and looked back at her, “I know it’s only 6, but you want a glass of wine? I need one after the day I’ve had today!”

“Why not? What do you have, white or red?”

I smiled, “Girl, both! I always have every selection, because I hate being out right when I need it. That’s when you realize you should’ve checked your fridge before the store closed, and trust me, I’ve had too many of those nights. I’ve learned my lesson long ago!”

“I know that’s right! Well, how about you choose.”

“Alright.”

I pour both of us a glass of white wine and walk back into the living room.

“Who’s this?” Felicia was pointing at someone I should have forgotten about a long time ago.

“Oh, girl that’s nobody, just an old friend. Her name’s Shelly; we used to work together.” I walk back into the kitchen for no reason. Just wanted to avoid the conversation altogether. That was a trip down memory lane I wasn’t ready to visit, especially with someone I had just met. She’d run if I told her about my past.

“Oh really? Where did you guys work?”

I pretend I don’t hear her, and quickly change the subject by yelling from the kitchen, “Hey Felicia, you ever work out?”

She doesn’t seem to notice my instant change, and answers, “Sometimes. You know what, I’m not even gonna lie, girl, I rarely work out. I’m super lazy and hate it!” She starts laughing and watches me come back in the living room with an apple. I know, how lame, right?

“Well,” smiling mischievously I bite into the fruit, and begin, “I hate working out too. That’s why I do yoga. It’s super relaxing, it works you out, and you get extra flexible. I know that’s something your man would really like! I know mine did!”

Felicia laughs, “I’ve never tried it before. Do you do classes, or you just do your own thing?”

“Well, I started out doing classes, and then I realized all the stuff they were doing at the gym, I could do for free at home! Girl, I’ m cheap!”

“I heard that! I’m cheap too. What’s crazy though is that I got an inheritance, and I haven’t spent a dime of it! Everyone thinks I’m crazy, but I don’t see the need to. I was doing fine before I got it, so I don’t think I should change the way I do things now. I mean, I have over a million dollars, and I’ve lost friends because I haven’t spent it.”

I was honestly kind of shocked. Who wouldn’t spend free money? But after thinking about it, I see where she’s coming from. “Yeah. I probably, would’ve spent it, but it makes sense. You have a good head on your shoulders, because most people I know would have run through that by now. You never had a man try to ease it out of you?”

“Well, yeah. When you mentioned my man liking the flexible thing, I didn’t say anything, but that one is long gone. Xavier…” she rolls her eyes and continues, “His trifling ass was only in it for the money. I can’t stand people like that, and try to keep them as far away as possible. The thing is though, you never know who’s out to get what you have, until it’s too late. You trust them, let them in, and they’re either gone with your stuff, or gone because they couldn’t get your stuff.”

We found out more personal details about each other. She was only a year and 2 months older than me, which made us 25 and 26. Neither of us had kids, we graduated from college a year apart, and while she worked for an advertisement company, I had just landed a nice finance job at a prestigious and well known company in the area, which was the reason for my move down here to L.A. We had a lot in common, including our body shapes and dress sizes. We even joked about how we could be like sisters and share clothes. She talked about growing up in L.A, her family, past boyfriends and stuff like that. I talked about my life in Seattle and family life growing up as well, while purposely leaving some parts out. We had a great time, drinking and talking a little while longer before she was ready to head home.

“Hey, when are you doing that yoga thing again?”

“Oh, that’s everyday girl. Gotta keep it tight!”

“Well, it’s working. Sign me up. What time?”

“You can come over about 3. That’s usually when I start.”

“Okay, see you at three then.”

…

As I was getting my mail, I saw Felicia walking up my driveway. Now, I never been into women, let alone, even thought of one in a sexual way, but I must admit Felicia was bad! She looked the complete opposite of what she was wearing yesterday, which was a maxi skirt and a loose fitted tank with her hair in a Nefertiti wrap. She was Bohemian chic, which was cute and all, but today? Damn! Her skin was a beautiful golden caramel sun kissed brown and her curly ash brown hair was pulled into a high ponytail. She reminded me of Stacey Dash, but with a video model’s body. Her flat stomach displayed a cute navel ring, which was uniquely pierced on the bottom of her navel rather than the top like most girls do. She had on hot orange running shorts that showed an ass that wasn’t there yesterday and a pastel pink sports bra that made her 40 DD titties pop out. It was 83 degrees outside, but her nipples were poking out like it was 38 degrees. I knew I had to stop staring at her nipples before she got close enough to catch me looking, but it was hard, no pun intended.

My throat got dry, “Hey Felicia!” She leaned in for a hug, squishing those soft titties into my own 36 D’s.

“Hey Nik! Oh my gawd, I’m so excited to get started! Yoga girls always look right and I can’t wait to see what my body looks like after I’ve done it for a while!”

Neither can I... “Girl, you know you look good already!”

She slapped my arm and giggled and began waving her hand in the air “Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever!”

We walked up the driveway toward the house.

“After you.” With my mail in my left hand, I motioned my right hand up the stairs to my front door, which I shouldn’t have done. Her ass looked so fucking good from behind! Her shorts were crawling up that luscious round ass, and every step she took, it would jiggle, and trust me, not in a bad way! Damn, right at that moment I was wishing I had more steps she could climb. What the fuck is wrong with me? Nik, get it together!

We walked into the exercise room, which consisted of work out equipment, a built in stereo with surround sound, hardwood floors and wall-to-wall mirrors. I had it installed especially for my dancing and workouts in order to see my progress and to know what I was doing right and wrong. I had two yoga pads laid out with a set of 10-pound dumbbells for me and some 5 pounders for her since she was a beginner. I also pulled out the ball, which was one of my favorite parts of the workout.

“So, you ready?”

She threw up her hands, “I guess so!”

I put on some calming music and we got into our stretches.

“Fuck, I’m already sweating!”

I laugh, “Damn, you really don’t work out, do you?”

“No, and this shit is hard! Do we still have to do the entire workout? I’m already getting tired!”

“Girl, if you don’t suck it up! Now get on your knees; we’re about to do a cat stretch. It feels really good.”

We worked out for an entire hour, and it was so hard for me to concentrate. This chick’s body looked so delicious. I wanted to lay her over that exercise ball and work her out from the back! If only I had a dick, man the things I would do to that! I was seriously tripping now. My mind was taking me places I never thought I would go, and the funny thing, is I wasn’t uncomfortable with the thoughts either! It was probably something that would pass though, so I wasn’t tripping.

…

“Man that was intense! I used muscles that I thought I lost a long time ago, and others that I had no clue existed!”

“I’m telling you, once you get the hang of it, it’ll be as easy as walking around the corner.”

Felicia surprised me when she said, “Do you mind if I shower here? I feel so uncomfortable covered in all this sweat and I definitely don’t want to go outside in this hot ass weather. It’ll feel gross! I promise I’ll give you your clothes back if you can give me something to wear!”

I smirk, “You’re lucky, because I always keep stocks of deodorant and stuff. I told you I like to be prepared.”

“Thanks Nik! So, which shower do I use?”

“It doesn’t matter. The towels and rags are at the end of the hallway upstairs in the linen closet. I have extra loofa scrubbers in there too. They’re in a basket on the ground. And I have lotions, deodorant, and body wash and sprays in every bathroom in the cabinets under the sinks. Help yourself!”

As she got her things together and went into one of the guest bathrooms on the main floor, I use my own bathroom in my master suite. I love my room. It’s huge; with a California king size bed that sat in the middle of the main wall. My entire room is decorated and colour coordinated in a modern dark espresso brown colour, which compliments the pastel teal and crème theme I have going on. Over my bed is a canopy that holds the softest sheer crème coloured fabric. It makes me feel so sexy lying in that bed. It’s just a shame I had to lay there every night alone. On my bed is the most comfortable comforter that matched the colour scheme in my room. It’s an Egyptian cotton 1020 thread count and I love it! I have about 10 pillows on top of my bed and 800 thread count sheets underneath. My skin is soft, but I swear those sheets can make the softest skin feel like a brillo pad. It feels like lying on butter, minus the smell and the ickiness.

On the other side of my room is a grand walk in closet with custom made shelves that would make any woman cry. And next to my closet is my spa like bathroom, with a separate shower and jetted spa tub. His and her sinks surrounded by dark Quartz countertops. My shit is laid and I love it!

I got all my girly things set up on the counter and turn on the shower, waiting for the water to get hot and hop in. I grab my loofa scrub and drench it in my Olay and begin massaging my body. As I closed my eyes, my mind started to drift off to Felicia and that beautiful body of hers again. I shoot my eyes open and try to shake it out of my head, but a few moments later, my eyes are closed again, and this time, I massaged my slippery soapy tits. Instantly my nipples hardened and a moan escaped from my slightly parted lips. This time, I didn’t care though. With one hand I squeezed the soap from the loofa so it covered my body and with the other, I massaged myself in places that I shouldn’t while thinking about another woman. I dropped the loofa without even realizing it and leaned up against the wall. I began flicking my hardened erect nipples and rubbing my wet soapy clit. I hadn’t touched myself in so long; I almost forgot what it felt like. The sensation of touching myself and the hot water pounding down on me, sent me into a frenzy. “Ughn!” First I teased my pussy hole with just the tip of my middle finger, and instantly my juices came flowing down my thighs. I hissed, “Ooh, yeah!” I teased my pussy hole some more and flicked my left nipple and then my right, until I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuuuck!” I separated my fat swollen pussy lips with my index finger and my ring finger and then rammed my middle finger in my creamy wet pussy. I began pounding myself like my finger was a dick. “Ooh fuuuck!” As if it were possible, my nipples harden even more and goose bumps begin covering my right arm, which was exposed to the cooler air and being neglected by the hot water. I finger my pussy harder and faster and tweak at my nipples. I thought about what those fat tits would look like bouncing around in my face with those nipples sticking straight out, begging to be licked and sucked. “I’m bouta cum!” Before I knew it, my pussy began to contract and I was gushing all over my fingers.

I couldn’t believe what I had just done! It made me feel so impish and I loved every second of it. I finished washing my body, and got out of the shower and dried off. I looked around my bathroom, and then my room and realized I forgot my favorite lotion, which was downstairs on the living room table. I had used it this morning while I was rushing to get ready for work and left it there. Fuck. I grabbed my short silk robe hanging on the bathroom door and wrapped it around myself and headed downstairs. When I reached the living room, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! Felicia was dripping wet with a towel that was doing a terrible job at covering her caramel body. Her body looks like silk! She was on her hands and knees straining to reach for something under the couch. I guess she didn’t see the bath sheet towels in the closet and opted to grab one of the smaller ones, because the bottom half of her juicy ass and her thick fat pussy was on display for me. I swear those pouty pussy lips screamed my name twice. My mouth began to water, as my throat got dry for the second time today. The silk from my robe began rubbing against my nipples, making them erect. I just wanted to reach over smack her ass nice and hard and rub my finger up and down her slit. Damn, you look so good Felicia. Let me taste you just one time! She was teasing me so bad, bent over like that with her lickable cunt on display, and every time she reached further under the couch her ass would do this tantalizing jiggle, which exposed her fat lips even more.

I cleared my throat, “U-hrm, do you need help?”

Without even jumping or even moving to make an attempt to cover up or adjust herself, she turned her head back at me. She caught me staring at her pussy, and I don’t know if my eyes were playing tricks on me or not, but I could’ve sworn she gave a flirtatious, knowing smirk. She stuck her head back down on the floor in an attempt to see what she was searching for.

“I was about to put some lotion on, and when I was trying to pull off my ring, it flew underneath the couch.”

I was surprised I heard everything she said, because that pussy was still talking to me, and mine was getting swollen and throbbing harder by the second.

“Do y- ugh, you need help with that?” I stumbled over my words like a fool.

She slowly and dramatically got up, arching her ass harder than necessary and said, “Yeah, I definitely need help with that. Thanks girl.”

…To be continued…

Part II is up now! Go to my page to read it!

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Becky, the world’s first futa, makes a tricky reporter into her bitch on live TV!

The World’s First Futa – Futa’s Public Delights

Chapter Three: Futa’s First Naughty Live Interview

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

April 17th, 2047

“So I have a question for you, Becky,” Adelia said, her hand stroking my thigh with such a familiar fashion, “and I am sure all our viewers and in-studio audience are wondering the same thing.”

“Shoot,” I said, my clit-dick aching beneath my skirt. I felt the eyes of the world on me at this exact moment even though Adelia leaned her caramel-hued face closer to me, invoking an intimacy reinforced by our recent fucking during the commercial break.

“Given your effect on women who haven’t been bred by your girl-dick yet, how did you keep Amelia McCreery from just pouncing on you he moment her lusts overwhelmed her?”

I arched an eyebrow. “Are you telling me, Adelia, that you haven’t watched the interview yet?”

Her hand squeezed my thigh, sending a naughty thrill down my leg. “Well, of course I have. But I’m asking for those who haven’t. I mean, it’s a twenty-nine-year-old interview. I have a feeling the younger generation hasn’t even heard about it. So, for their edification, why don’t you enlighten me?”

“Well, I planned on doing it on sheer willpower,” I said. “But… I have a hard time resisting a pussy in need of being bred, too.” I shivered, my girl-dick throbbing in skirt.

“Breed me, Madam President!” a woman howled from the studio audience.

There was a reason a barricade was erected between us and the audience, a screen of metal that didn’t block their sight of me, but kept them from being able to rush the stage. And held far enough back, my pheromones would only just reach them.

“So I came up with a plan on the spot.” I glanced off-stage to where my young wife, Sharron, watched. I motioned to her.

Her blue eyes blinked. She pulled her fingers out of her mouth—she was sucking my futa-cum off of them she was scooping out of her pussy—and strolled forward. Her strawberry-blonde hair bounced about her shoulders as she strutted onto stage while the cameras were streaming the interview. The previous times were during the commercial breaks.

“So,” I said, “you all know my lovely bride.”

A loud cheer erupted from the studio audience. Sharron beamed at them, waving, her left hand cupping the swell of her baby bump. She was pregnant with our third child, the only woman I’d bred more than once. The super ovulation only happened that first time with women. After that, birth control and natural cycles appeared to work normally with my futa-seed.

“So, with her help, I’ll show you what I did,” I said and pulled up my skirt, unveiling my girl-dick to the live broadcast for the first time. I shuddered as I grasped my cock, stroking it in my firm hand. I stared out at the shrieking audience, a big grin on my lips.

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September 20th, 2018

“Put that bitch in her place,” Dona hissed, my brunette friend angered to learn that our sexual antics in the green room, waiting to be interviewed by CNN, were secretly recorded and used as part of their show.

When the “makeup girl” came in, I thought it was only natural that she lost all control for my futa-cock. Every woman did the moment they came withing sight of my nineteen-year-old cock. They breathed in the pheromones I exuded which, though no doctor was sure, caused them to go into heat. They just had to be bred by me, ovulating despite any birth control or what time they were in their cycle.

So Jordan, the “makeup girl,” lost control. She rode my dick hard, bouncing up and down my shaft. She was just so eager to be bred. She craved it, her hot pussy squeezing and massaging my dick. She wanted me to erupt into her. She wanted to be flooded by my jizz.

And I pumped her so full of my girl-spunk. Then the moment she came, she skedaddled. Didn’t stick around to do my makeup or anything. I thought it was weird. My entourage—my ex-boyfriend Kurt, Chris and his girlfriend Tiffany, and my friend Dona—were all as bemused as me. I didn’t give it too much mind, thinking that people reacted differently to losing control of their lusts.

Though I never met a woman who regretted it.

So imagine my shock when I noticed a TV in the corner of the green room that was muted but showing the CNN show I would be appearing on. I was told a man would interview me, but a woman named Amelia McCreery was running the show instead interviewing Jordan. The “makeup girl” was really a producer who was supposed to not have sex with me, and if she did, to see if she would conceive.

It was a setup. CNN wanted to show live sex. No doubt they wanted to capitalize on the fame surrounding me since I cheered at the Husky college football game five days ago. Didn’t they care about FCC fines?

Or did that not apply to cable channels?

Furious at being tricked, at being secretly recorded, I fumed as another producer, named Shawn, beckoned me to follow. Amelia was ready to interview me. The woman would, on live TV, try to resist the urge to have sex with me.

Well, I would make sure she didn’t. I would make her interview me like she was supposed to.

With my futa-dick throbbing before me, thrust out through my boy shorts, my skirt bunched around my waist, I marched after Shawn. My hands clenched into fists. I would show this Amelia McCreery!

She wouldn’t get to fuck my cock until I let her. If she thought she could just ride my dick and gain a name for her, or that she could record my friends and I having sex the way the paparazzi did, then she was so mistaken.

“Oh, my,” a woman gasped as I marched behind Shawn.

A young girl in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, a clipboard in hand, gasped. She backed away into the hallway wall of the Channel 7 Studio here in Seattle. The local news channel was hosting CNN’s crew and broadcast so I could stay here in Seattle. Her cheeks burst with color. Her eyes shot right to my dick. She licked it, that lust burgeoning in her.

She wanted my dick in her. She didn’t know why. But she could feel that itch forming in her. That need to be bred by my futa-cock. And my shaft twitched. My pussy clenched. My juices flowed and my ovaries ached.

I wanted to breed her.

And then it hit me. How was I going to stop Amelia from just mounting my cock right there during the interview. She would ride me the same away Jordan had only ten minutes ago. Amelia would slide her pussy up and down my dick, not caring it was fresh from Dona’s asshole.

Worse, I wouldn’t stop her. I couldn’t stop her. I would just be so horny for it. I would let her get away with her trick without even making her beg for it. Because I was just so hard for it, too. Because I had no self-control either.

I needed a plan.

We reached the studio. The crew were all men, some operating cameras, others holding boom microphones that thrust out over the stage and hovered over where Amelia sat getting her face touched up by a male makeup artist with an effeminate form in skinny jeans. He had a waist slimmer than my own. Other man moved cables out of the way or had headphones over their ears, talking quietly into them.

They all glanced at me. Jaws dropped as they men saw how hung I was. The gay guy glanced at me and tried to look apathetic, like he’d enjoyed bigger, but I could see the envy in his eyes. And Amelia… The black-haired woman shuddered, her eyes lancing on my cock like a hawk staring at a rabbit. She licked her lips, her bold nose quivering. Her narrow face only helped to give her that bird of prey look, that hunger for my futa-dick.

She would be on me in a second. She might not even wait for me to get there.

“Uh, Becky, I just need to mic you,” a young man said, his head fixed ahead with a rigidness even as his eyes kept twitching down. “Okay?”

“Yes,” I said.

I needed a moment to think. I had to do something about my cock. What? The young man fumbled to attach the lapel mic to my bodice and shove the battery pack into the back of my skirt. My dick twitched and throbbed before me and…

I spotted Jordan lounging nearby, her blue eyes fixed on me. She pursed her plump lips as her hips wiggled around in memory of how she danced on my girl-dick. I smiled at her, cocking a finger. She sauntered to me, her small breasts quivering in her tight t-shirt, her nipples poking hard against the fabric. It was clear her left nipple was pierced.

“Yes, Becky?” she asked, her voice throaty.

“You were very naughty,” I told her, grabbing her pierced nipple through her top. “Weren’t you?”

“Sorry.” The girl squirmed. “It was all Amelia’s idea. She thought it would be a good idea to show the effect you have on women and…” Jordan shook her head, her blonde hair, the tips frosted pink, danced about her shoulders. “What you do to women is impressive. I was all set not to fuck you, but the moment I walked in… I just had to bred.”

I twisted her piercing, feeling the barbell through the material. “Mmm, yes, you did, you naughty whore. And I need more help. Luckily for you, you’re going to feel amazing doing it.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Okay, Becky,” Shawn said, “we’re about to come back from commercial break. Amelia will introduce you. When she looks off stage at you, that’s your cue to walk on and take a seat next to her.”

“Mmm, got you.”

“And, uh, you don’t have to put your, um, penis away, but you can,” he said, his voice growing even tighter.

I gave him a smile. “Isn’t my cock why we’re here?”

“Yeah, it’s going to be a ratings bonanza,” he said. “Did you see the football game? The moment word hit that you were having sex, more people turned into the game then any other single broadcast since the final episode of M*A*S*H. You caught people’s imagination.”

“I hadn’t, actually.”

“Well, Nielsen wasn’t releasing it publicly, but…” He nodded his head. “There was a huge spike from when the broadcast of the game start with 208,000 people watching to the height of your fun where 131 million had tuned in to witness your fun on the field.”

“Wow,” I said, blinking in surprise. 131 million? Holy shit.

“Mmm, I bet they were,” purred Jordan, her hand stroking my dick, making me ache. The pleasure shot down to my pussy, the heat growing in me.

“Welcome back to the McCreery Files,” Amelia purred, her voice so smooth. “Our next guest exploded across the TV sets of America last Saturday. Becky Woodward is nineteen and the world’s first futanari, caused by some sort of unknown mutation that has doctors baffled a year later since her changes. Some call her the next stage of human evolution, others a demon sent to corrupt the world into sin.”

“Maybe I’m both,” I said, fixing my eyes on her, feeding my anger. She would not get to touch my dick without groveling.”

“Every day, women in the greater Seattle metropolitan area give birth to her daughters, futanari just like their mother. Whether she’s the next stage of human evolution or not, it is clear that she is the start of something new for the human race.

“Something invigorating.” She drew in a deep breath, her cheeks spotting with color. “Now we heard from our producer, Jordan, that she tried to resist Becky Woodward’s attraction. And I shall do the same. I will focus on interviewing her and resisting any sexual urges to be bred by the world’s first futa.

“We’ll see if I’m successful.”

She said that last part almost with a joking tone to her voice. I ground my teeth.

“So let’s welcome Becky Woodward.”

I took a deep breath and marched forward, my futa-cock thrusting out before me. It bounced with my footsteps, my tip throbbing and aching with my heartbeat. I shivered, my pussy clenching. Jordan gasped my name as I dragged her behind me by the nipple.

Amelia’s eyes glanced at me. At my dick. She shifted, her lush thighs crossed before her. She was in her late twenties or early thirties, her blouse cut to show some shoulder and her plunging cleavage, her breasts looking like delicious and round. She flicked her tongue across her lips.

Then her eyes narrowed. Confusion flashed across her face as I stepped onto stage, the bright lights warming my face and dick. I reached the plush chair tilted to half-face her and half-face the cameras. I sat down, my hand sliding down Jordan’s torso from her breast to her waist.

“Um…” Amelia swallowed. “Well, I’m shocked that you brought Jordan back out with you.”

“Are you?” I asked as I hiked up my skirt. “I mean, you wanted to have the world see my handwork and…”

I smiled as I unveiled young woman’s thong soaked in my cum. I pushed the thin cloth to the side and groaned at the sight. Jordan had a pierced clitoral hood, the gold ring smeared in my cum. Her pussy lips were engorged, her pussy shaved. A sweet musk mixed with my salty cum filled my nose as I breathed in. I rubbed my finger through her pussy lips, gathering my own spunk on them.

I popped the fluids into my mouth on live TV. I shivered, loving my own flavor mixed with the girl’s sweet cunt as I stared at that cameras. I reveled in the public display of my naughty actions. I shivered and moaned.

“Mmm, that is good,” I said.

“Er, yes, I imagine it is,” Amelia said. She swallowed, her eyes flicking down to my girl-dick throbbing before me. She squeezed her legs tight, her pantyhose whisking together. “And I think the world can all agree, that was a delicious thing to witness.”

“I hope so,” I said.

“Well, thank you, Jordan,” Amelia purred.

The blonde girl blinked, her blue eyes glossy. Then she went to leave. But I caught her wrist with my left hand while my right seized my girl-dick. I yanked her back at me. She gasped as she stumbled then fell onto my lap. My futa-cock nudged into her rump, left exposed by her hiked-up skirt. She shifted around on me, my tip sliding into her butt-crack.

I moved my hands as she squirmed, Amelia’s dark eyes bulging. I found Jordan’s thong nestled between the cheeks of her ass. I pulled them aside and pushed my dick down through her crack until I felt her puckered butthole.

“Oh, my god,” Jordan groaned as I pulled her down my dick.

Her hot, tight asshole engulfed my girl-dick. I groaned, my toes curling in my shoes, my pussy clenching as the velvety heat gripped my futa-cock. She bottomed out on me, her bowels clenching down hard as she whimpered. She squirmed, stirring her anal sheath around on my dick.

Amelia’s jaw dropped. I hugged Jordan tight, holding her impaled on my girl-cock. It was so amazing being in her. My shaft drank in the minute shifting she made as she squirmed. Her bowels squeezed and relaxed, massaging me with her anal heaven.

“Oh, my god, she’s in my asshole,” Jordan moaned. “Oh, wow, that’s amazing. Oh, Becky, yes!”

“Mmm, there we are,” I said, resting my head on her shoulder, glad the girl was shorter than me. I glanced at the cameras. “Thank you, Jordan.”

“You’re soooooo welcome.” Her asshole clenched down hard on my girl-dick. “Ooh, this is a treat to have you in me. And in my asshole this time.”

“Becky!” gasped Amelia. “Really? Why are you doing this?”

“I thought you wanted ratings by showing the world futa-sex?” I said, looking at her and giving her a sweet smile. “Behold, futa-sex!”

Jordan let out a moan.

“But… but…” spluttered Amelia, her thighs squeezed so tight together her face swelling red. It spread down her throat. “I meant… I mean…”

“Plus, this will only help,” I continued. “You vowed not to have sex with me but to interview me. Well, clearly you can’t have sex with me if I have my futa-cock buried in Jordan’s asshole, right?”

“Well, no,” Amelia said, her voice so throaty. She shifted in her chair.

I grinned at her. “Now, you may have noticed I’m in Jordan’s asshole and not her pussy. See.” I slid my hands down to the girl’s exposed crotch. I pressed her thong to the side and found the folds of her pussy. I pried them apart, my fingers brushing her pierced clit. She whimpered on me. “I am clearly in her asshole.”

“Yes, you are,” Jordan purred, leaning back against me, my nipples throbbing as she squirmed. I wished we were both fully naked so I could feel her supple skin.

“And you slid easily down my cock, didn’t you? Despite the fact I didn’t put any lube on my cock.”

“I did,” Jordan gasped. “Ooh, wow, I heard it takes lots of lube and can even hurt. I’ve never wanted to do it. This feels amazing. How did you do that? You weren’t lubed.”

“Yes, how did you do that?” Amelia asked, her voice throaty.

“Futanari, apparently, produce ten times the amount of precum as a guy when we’re horny. It’s more than enough lubrication for vaginal sex, let alone anal.” I shivered. “Very useful when I feel like enjoying another hole.”

“I bet it is,” Amelia said, her back so straight now. She had her hands clasped tight together, knuckles growing white.

“So there’s lots of… theories about you and how you… drive women wild for your futa-dick,” Amelia said, her eyes almost glassy.

“So wild,” Jordan murmured.

“Oh, I have heard so many of what caused me to become a futanari, but the doctors are certain its the pheromones that I release that cause women to go into heat around me the first time they meet me.”

“Heat?” Amelia swallowed. “You make it sound like we’re all female dogs.”

“Bitches?” I asked, arching her an eyebrow. “Well, Amelia, do you feel like being my bitch right now? If I asked, would you get on your hands and knees and let me fuck you doggy style?”

She shivered, her nipples poking so hard at her blouse. She licked her lips and shivered. Her legs recrossed, her nylons whisking. Then she said, “So it’s the pheromones that send a woman into hyper-ovulation?”

She ignored my request.

“Yes,” I said, shifting, enjoying Jordan’s asshole about my girl-dick. I played with her clit-piercing, smearing pussy cream and my cum across the ring, making Jordan whimper and shift on my shaft. “It prepares a woman for the moment my cum spurts into her pussy. So she can be bred by me.”

Amelia squeezed her eyes shut for a moment.

“I mean, anyone who watched me fucking the Oregon Ducks’ cheerleaders during the game on Saturday had to notice Sabrina, the first one I bred, begging me to fuck her even though I had my dick fucking her asshole. She didn’t care how dirty it was.” I smiled at Amelia. “She just wanted to feel my cock sliding into her cunt and spurting my cum into her. She would let me do anything.

“Which included slamming my dick into her cunt without cleaning it first. A little ass to pussy.”

“Oh, that’s so kinky,” groaned Jordan, shuddering on me.

“Yes, it is,” Amelia said, her voice so tight.

“Mmm, and she loved it. She screamed off her pretty, little head while I fucked her doggy style.” I paused, staring at Amelia. “While I fucked her like she was a bitch.” I arched my eyebrows at the woman.

She swallowed and let out a whimper.

“So, tell me, Amelia, what do you think? You’ve breathed in my pheromones.” I tugged on Jordan’s clit piercing. “Are you hyper-ovulating right now? Are you going to into heat so you can be bred like a bitch by me?”

She cleared her throat. “I, uh, well, I have no idea what my body is doing right now,” she said, struggling to sound professional. But she had this hungry look in her eyes as she stared at Jordan squirming on me, my fingers plunging in and out of the girl’s juicy snatch. “So, you joined your school’s cheer squad. I’m surprised the administration let you.”

“Well, President Pope is a big supporter of me and what I represent,” I said. “She just loves my futa-dick. I’m sure you saw that pic of us.” I jammed a third finger into Jordan’s pussy, making her asshole squeeze down on my dick. “You know, the one where I’m pumping her pussy full of my fertile seed.

“Breeding her.”

Amelia licked her lips, a shiver racing through her body. “Well, yes, I have seen that picture. But what I meant was, your school faces swift penalties from the FCC. There are more than a few, the president included, who are vowing to make an example of your school if you cheer again.”

“Well, I plan on being on the field for Saturday’s game against the Stanford Cardinals,” I said. “I know those Stanford cheerleaders are eager for it. They’ve already texted me begging for me to breed their entire team on the sidelines. The University of Washington won’t be bullied by the Federal Government. Not when so many girls need to be bred.”

Amelia swallowed while Jordan’s asshole clenched on my dick.

I pumped my fingers faster and faster in and out of her sloppy cunt, driving my own futa-cum deeper into her depths. She squirmed, her back rubbing against my nipples, stimulating them through my top. Delight shot down to my pussy. My cunt grew hotter, my girl-dick throbbing inside her bowels.

“And won’t your school be driven bankrupt by such reckless actions?” Amelia asked, her voice so tight. She rocked in her seat. Not much, but just enough to make her chair twitch and her black hair sway about her features.

She recrossed her legs.

“We’re holding fundraisers to deal with the fines. In fact, the first one’s Friday night. For $1000 a plate, you can come meet me, have a great dinner, and catch a delightful performance by Seattle’s own Macklemore.” I looked at the camera. “For you rich men out there, I will breed all your trophy wives and mistresses. I will pump them full of my spunk while you watch, spanking it hard. You know you want it. Right, Amelia?

“You want it, after all?”

“W-want what,” she moaned, her rocking increasing. She looked like she had to pee. Or had to be fucked.

“To be bred. That’s why you invited me on the show. So that the entire world could witness it. So you could have a huge boost to your ratings while I filled your naughty cunt up with all my naughty seed.”

She let out a moan.

“What was that?” I asked, digging my fingers deeper into Jordan’s pussy. “I didn’t hear you?”

“I… I…” she swallowed. “I would love to be bred by you, Becky.”

“Even though my dick is currently in Jordan’s tight, dirty asshole?”

“She’s so deep in me, Amelia,” Jordan moaned, her pussy clenching down on my fingers, her bowels about my girl-dick. “Oh, God, she’s going to make me cum just from fingering my snatch. This is so hot.”

“Yes!” Amelia gasped. “I would. I would let you breed me while the entire world watches.” She shuddered, her face burning. Her eyes shot to the camera, staring out at the world watching live. “Everyone is correct about her. She does make women go into heat. It is this amazing sensation building in me. My entire body is quivering. My pussy has never been wetter. And I mean pussy. Not a vagina. Not right now. Its a dirty, naughty cunt that needs a futa-dick fucking it so hard. I want Becky’s futa-cum spurting into me.

“Breeding me. This is an incredible feeling. I can’t fight it. I would do anything.”

“Anything?” I asked. “Like admit that you brought me here by lying to me?”

She hesitated.

“You told me that I would be interviewed by a man,” I said. “Then you filmed me and my friends having sex without our permission. You set this all up for this huge rating boost, didn’t you?”

“Well…” she said. She shuddered in her chair.

“If you’re not honest with me, well, I’ll just enjoy Jordan’s asshole for the rest of the interview. It’s so tight and hot.” I let out a purring moan. “And soooo dirty. Ooh, my cock feels positively filthy buried to the hilt in her asshole.”

“So filthy,” she moaned, her bowels squeezing down on my girl-dick. Then she lifted herself up my shaft, caressing me with her velvety embrace. She slammed down it, my crown throbbing inside of her.

“Oooh, yes, I would be happy just erupting into her tight asshole and calling it an evening. She’s more than enough for me.”

“Yes, yes, I did this all for the ratings!” Amelia moaned, her hands shooting to the bottoms of her blouse. She worked them down fast. “I wanted to be bred by you. Ever since I read your Rolling Stones interview, I’ve wanted this. I’ve ached for this. It’s consumed me. It’s driven me wild. I just had to be bred.

“So I leaped at this opportunity to do it and advance my career. I sacrificed so much last Saturday letting the broadcast continue live, ignoring the phone calls from my bosses. And now I’m going to benefit from it!”

She ripped open her blouse, exposing her teardrop-shaped tits to the world. They heaved and jiggled. Her dusky-brown nipples thrust from wide areolas, stretched into slight ovals by her heavy tits. She whimpered, her hands attacking her skirt now.

“Please, please, Becky, breed me!” she moaned, tearing her skirt down her thighs, revealing that she wore thigh-high stockings, a black garter belt, and nothing else beneath it. She had a trimmed bush soaked by her juices. She stood up, the cameras trained on her, the male crew all watching with such hungry eyes.

“Crawl like a bitch and apologize to me with that hot mouth,” I moaned. “You’re my bitch now, aren’t you? My bitch wanting to be bred!”

“Yes!” she gasped, falling to her knees, her tits swaying like plump pendulums.

Jordan whimpered and squirmed, moaning, “You are so hot Becky. I love it. She’s actually crawling to us.”

“Uh-huh,” I whimpered, my heart thudding in my chest.

The host crawled across the floor in her nylons. The cameras moved, one pointing right at her swaying rump. I shivered, knowing the viewers at home were getting quite the naughty look at her muff. She moved between my legs.

“Becky, I am so sorry for tricking you and filming you without—”

“Bitches don’t talk,” I said. “That’s not how they apologize. They use their tongues.”

“Tongues? You…” I heard her give a sharp intake of her breath. “You want me to lick your pussy.”

“I want you to apologize with that naughty, lying tongue of yours,” I moaned, squirming on my seat, my dick throbbing in Jordan’s asshole.

Amelia’s lips kissed at my inner thigh. I groaned, my cunt clenching as she came closer and closer to my snatch. I shivered, my eyes squeezing shut as she smooched closer and closer to my snatch. My heart pounded in my chest. I sucked in a deep breath, the blood coursing through my veins. This was so much.

This was so hot.

I ripped my fingers out of Jordan’s cunt as Amelia came closer and closer to my pussy until she was nuzzling into my wet bush. Then I gasped as she swiped her tongue across my snatch. Jordan shuddered atop me while my dick throbbed in her tight bowels.

“Oh, wow, Becky, this is such a naughty sight,” groaned Jordan. “She has to rub her face into my pussy to lick yours. Ooh, yes, I love it.”

“Mmm, enjoy,” I groaned. I knew I would.

Amelia’s apologizing tongue felt incredible lapping through my folds. She dragged it up and down my snatch, caressing my hot folds, making me shudder and groan. Pleasure shot up to the tip of my dick. It pulsed in Jordan’s asshole. The blonde whimpered, her hair swaying about her shoulders right before my face.

Then she gasped, her bowels squeezing down so hard on my dick. She whimpered and moaned while Amelia’s tongue probed into the depths of my cunt. She swirled it around, fluttering it, driving it wild inside of me. She put so much effort into apologizing.

“Yes, yes, yes, that’s it,” I groaned. “Show the world how sorry you are by making me cum in Jordan’s asshole.”

“Please, please, yes!” groaned Jordan. “And keep rubbing that nose into my cunt. Ooh, it’s so perfect.”

“I bet,” I gasped, my orgasm building so fast inside of me. This was so hot.

My gaze shot to the cameras. It was like the game all over again, but I was so much more aware of being filmed. The cameras were so close to me. They moved, the male operators all capturing different angles of Amelia’s apology.

She wiggled her tongue so deep into my cunt. She moaned as she fluttered that delightful organ in me. She stimulated me. Made me whimper. My toes curled as I shuddered. The heat shot up to the tip of my futa-dick, building there, aching to explode out of me.

Jordan’s clenching and relaxing bowels didn’t help. She stimulated me as she squirmed on my lap, teasing me with her velvety delight. My moans grew in my throat then burst out of my mouth. I shuddered, that ache swelling.

Amelia’s tongue felt so good in me.

“That’s it, bitch!” I gasped. “I… I…” My eyes squeezed shut. “I forgive you!”

My orgasm exploded through me.

My futa-cum spurted into Jordan’s tight asshole. Every blast sent a powerful shock wave of rapture through my body. My legs spasmed. I whimpered and moaned out in throaty delight. Ecstasy slammed into my mind. My thoughts collapsed beneath the heat.

Amelia’s tongue stirred through my convulsing pussy. She stimulated my spasming flesh as my cream flooded out of me. I groaned and gasped. My entire body quivered. My moans ripped from my throat.

“Such a sweet apology!” I gasped as my orgasm peaked.

“It’s the best!” gasped Jordan, her bowels writhing about my girl-dick as she joined me in ecstasy. “Oh, Becky, you’re awesome! I love this!”

Amelia pulled her mouth from my pussy. “You’ll breed me now?” she gasped. “With your dirty dick? You’ll breed my bitch-pussy?”

How could I say no? What anger I felt was drowned out by the rapture of my orgasm. “Mmm, yes. Jordan, hop off. Thank you for your help.”

“Ooh, it was all my pleasure,” she moaned.

I whimpered as she rose off my dick. With a wet plop, my futa-cock spilled out, bouncing before me. I smelled the sour tang of hot bowels. Jordan staggered away, my cum spilling out of her asshole, staining her crack.

The crew watched with such hungry eyes as I rose, my futa-dick thrusting before me. Amelia turned on her hands and knees. She presented her rump at me, toned and firm. Her legs were spread. Juices dripped from her bush, splashing on the vinyl floor of the studio set.

“Breed me with that amazing cock, Becky!” she moaned, staring at one of the cameras. “Let the entire world see how amazing your dick is!”

I fell to my knees behind her, my dick smacking into her rump. I shivered at the thudding impact. I hefted my dick and spanked her naughty butt-cheeks, going back and forth. Precum flicked from the end, splattering clear drops across her back.

“You were so naughty,” I moaned, “but I forgive you. I want you to have my baby, too. I want to breed you so badly.”

“Yes, yes, yes, breed me!” she groaned. Her back arched. “Please, please, just ram that dirty cock into my bitch-pussy!”

I maneuvered my clit-dick down across her rump. I shuddered at the transition from satiny skin to silky bush. I probed into her pubic hair and found the hot folds of her pussy. Her labia spread with greedy ease around my thick tip, her snatch so wet for me.

Which was perfect because I needed to clean off my dick in her. Just like I did with Sabrina.

I slammed forward into her bitch-pussy. Her cunt clenched about my cock. I whimpered in delight as I buried into her. My eyes rolled back in my head. It felt so good to be in her. To slide into her juicy depths with my dirty cock.

“I’m going to pump you full of so much jizz,” I panted as I drew back my cock.

She squeezed down hard, her silky snatch buffing my dick clean. My tip throbbed and ached, drinking in the friction. Pleasure radiated down my shaft and through my body. I trembled, my blouse rustling. I gazed right at the camera as I rammed back into her, my crotch smacking into her firm rump.

I stared at the world as I fucked her. I pounded her hard, pumping away with every ounce of passion I had. I plowed into her bitch-pussy with such force. I made her whimper and groan. She shivered, her snatch squeezing down on my futa-dick with such passion.

I pumped away hard, fast. I pounded her. I drove my girl-dick to the hilt in her. I made her groan and gasp. It was so incredible. My breasts heaved, my nipples rubbing against my blouse as I reveled in her snatch.

“She’s cleaning my dirty cock with her bitch-pussy!” I moaned to the world. “Ooh, she’s so tight and hot. She wants it bad!”

“I do!” gasped Amelia. “Oh, yes, ladies! You need to be fucked by this futa-cock! You need to be bred by Becky!”

The silky caress stimulated me as I thrust forward harder and faster. I slammed my futa-dick to the hilt in her over and over. The ache built at the tip as she buffed clean my futa-dick. Her juices soaked my shaft, mixing with my own cream running down my thighs.

She bucked back into me, our flesh slapping together. I loved the sound. Then I heard another, fainter smacking. I frowned then realized it was her teardrop-shaped tits heaving together beneath her. My hands slid up her body, reaching around her, until I found them.

I squeezed them.

Her pussy squeezed my girl-dick.

The friction increased. The pleasure screamed through me as I hammered her. I drove my futa-dick so deep into her. So hard. I plowed her with every ounce of passion I possessed. I groaned and gasped, my back arching, my girl-dick plunging over and over into her. She whimpered and quivered, squeezing her pussy down on my dick.

“Breed my bitch-pussy!” she howled as her back arched.

She orgasmed on my dick.

“Holy shit!” I groaned, staring right into the camera before us. “She’s cumming like a whore in heat on my dick!”

“I am!” she hissed, her voice so throaty. “I’m cumming so hard! Oh, my god, Becky! Please, please, spill that seed in me!”

It was so hard not to as I plowed into her convulsing pussy. There was something just so delicious about fucking a hot cunt spasming with such heat. It made me groan and gasp. My eyes squeezed shut. My pussy clenched down so hard. My juices flooded out of me. They poured down my thighs, warming my flesh.

Her pussy sucked at my dick.

Her bitch-cunt begged to be bred.

I buried to the hilt in her. I groaned and my cock erupted. My futa-cum spurted into her depths. I flooded her. I pumped her full of my jizz. Hot, juicy spunk squirted over and over into her. She whimpered, her pussy spasming about my shaft. She milked my cock.

She wrung out every drop of cum while the pleasure melted my mind in bliss. I howled out for the watching world to see as I bred Amelia McCreery’s bitch-pussy on live TV.

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April 17th, 2047

“I made her my utter slut on TV, and it landed me so many interviews after that,” I moaned, my futa-dick throbbing in my wife’s asshole. My fingers dug into her sloppy pussy, loving the way her pregnant snatch clenched and relaxed about my digits. “All the cable news stations wanted me fucking their female talent, all those beautiful women, live on air. They were all desperate for it.”

“And I bet you bred them all,” Adelia said, her voice so tight, staring at me with such envy in her expression as my wife shifted and squirmed on me, working her tight asshole up and down my dick.

“Oh, God, yes!” I whimpered, my pussy clenching. I jammed my fingers so deep into Sharron’s pussy. “And I loved every moment of it. In a week, I had worked my way through every national news anchor and commentator in America.”

“Becky!” Sharron gasped, her pregnant body heaving on me. She slid her bowels up my clit-dick, squeezing the entire way. “Oh, yes!”

Her cunt spasmed about my fingers, and her bowels writhed about my dick as she plunged back down my shaft. Her velvety bowels swallowed every inch of my girl-cock in her rectum. Her orgasm spilled through her, hot juices gushing out of her cunt.

I groaned, my futa-dick throbbing in her velvety bowels. The hot massage swelled the ache throbbing across the crown of my dick. My head lounged back. I stared up at the ceiling of the studio, my eyes flitting across the strange racks and scaffolding holding lights and equipment.

“Oh, Sharron, I love you!” I moaned as my cum erupted into her pussy.

That hot, wondrous blast of jizz erupted from my girl-dick. My futa-cum spilled into my wife’s asshole over and over. Stars exploded across my vision. Countless millions watched this streamed live across the world, witnessing my passion.

“BECKY!” cheered the studio audience, clapping and whooping and thundering with their excitement.

My left hand held my wife’s swollen baby bump while the fingers of my right plunged over and over into her spasming depths. I whimpered and groaned. My futa-cock pulsed and spurted over and over into her body, flooding her with so much of my passion.

I loved it. It was the best. My head lolled to the right as my pleasure peaked. Adelia stared at me, her caramel face twisted with excited pleasure, her breasts rising and falling in her blouse. She licked her lips as she watched me erupt.

“Oh, Becky!” Sharron moaned, slumping back into me. “Oh, wow, honey, that was so hot.”

“Yes, it was,” panted Adelia. “You’re just glowing, Sharron. Pregnant and cumming on your futa-wife’s dick. What a contestant you would have made in the Ms. Bred beauty pageant.”

“Mmm, she would have won,” I moaned, my eyes fluttering. “How could I vote against my own pregnant wife?”

“It was because of this interview with Amelia McCreery that the Ms. Bred Beauty Pageant was created, correct?” Adelia asked. Despite her horniness, she couldn’t stop being an interviewer.

“Mmm, yes, I met Carter Mondale, then President of CNN. He pitched the whole idea, inspired by how I made his newest commentator perform on stage. To beg to be bred by me. He thought it had potential to be expanded upon. To make a whole wicked production out of.” I shivered. “I completely agreed with him.”

“And when we come back from a word from our sponsors,” Adelia said, glancing at the camera, “we will talk about the first Ms. Bred Beauty Pageant ever. You won’t want to miss it or more as we take a retrospective look on the life, and naughty fun, of President Becky Woodward.”

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Hina takes the opportunity of a weekend trip to her friend’s dairy farm to explore more facets of her evolving sexuality.

Amanda Likes Japanese Girls, Part 4

by Vincent

“Look. You made the school newspaper,” Amanda showed Hina the sports page as they sat next to each other on a bus heading up I-39. They were going to spend Memorial Day weekend at Amanda’s family’s dairy farm near Dakota. The headline said, “Cute coed brings luck to Badgers softball team.” The full color picture showed Hina blowing a kiss to Emily in the on deck circle. “I think I can even see your red panties.”

“Oh, no you can’t. Let me see.” Hina grabbed the paper from Amanda, “Well, maybe a little.”

“That’s it for you now,” Amanda teased, “Every team will want you to show up to their games in a tiny dress, flashing your panties and blowing kisses.”

“I should probably charge for that.”

“I’m sure you’d make quite a lot. I’m still sleepy. We got up way too early this morning.”

“Yes, and my pussy is sore.”

“I bet it is, after what happened to you last night. Later I’ll kiss it and make it better.”

“Thank you. You are too good to me.”

They still an hour to go. Amanda put her head against the window and Hina put her head in Amanda’s lap and they both tried to sleep.

Amanda’s youngest brother Ray picked them up at the bus station. Hina was surprised and a little nervous that a boy of 16 would be driving, and a big pickup at that. They made Hina sit in the middle. Both girls noticed that the boy seemed a little fidgety and kept stealing glances at Hina’s bare legs.

“Don’t mind my brother,” Amanda said, “He’s just an idiot.”

After 20 minutes they arrived at the house. It was a two story white house with green shutters and long sloping roofs. A large covered porch went across the entire front of the house. There was a small forest on one side and open pasture on the other into the distance. Hina was visibly delighted by the bucolic scenery.

“This is your house!?” Hina said, “It’s like from a story. It’s so beautiful and big. Did you grow up here?”

“It’s been in the family for three generations,” Ray said, “We do work on it from time to time.”

“Where are the cows?” Ray and Amanda both laughed.

“Did you expect they’d be sitting around on the porch? Sipping tea?” Amanda joked.

“See that big building over there,” Ray said, “That’s the milk house. Most of the girls are in the pasture on the other side.”

When they pulled up Amanda’s parents came out to greet them. There were introductions and hugs all around.

“You are just adorable, aren’t you,” Mom said to Amanda’s petite friend, “Come in. Ray, take Hina’s bag to the guest room.” Hina hid her disappointment she’d be sleeping apart from her friend, and wondered if it could be rectified. They sat in the living room and chatted about school life and things on the farm.

“How many cows do you have?” Hina asked.

“About 80,” Amanda said.

“That would be about 83 now. We’ve had three calves since you were here last.” Dad said.

“Baby cows!” Hina squealed, “How cute. Can I see them?”

“Sure. Amanda can take you later.”

“We’re going to eat about 7. Why don’t you girls get settled in and you can show your friend around,” Mom said.

“Where is Max?” Amanda asked.

“Your brother is moving a herd to the north pasture. He’ll be back by supper,” Dad said. The girls went to Amanda’s bedroom.

“Are all of these yours?” The shelf was full of trophies, about 20, with figures of softball and basketball players on top.

“They give those out like candy. Max just throws his away.” She was being modest. She loved her trophies.

“And these pictures are you?” There were pictures of a young Amanda standing next to cows or holding rabbits with blue ribbons attached. “You are so cute.”

“Yes. Those are from 4-H club. All the kids do it around here.”

“You must have had such an exciting childhood.”

“Every kid thinks their childhood is normal, until they grow up. Then they all realize it was fucked up.”

“I guess so.” Hina leaped on Amanda’s bed and rolled around. “This is nice. I want to sleep here. I don’t want to sleep in the guest room”

“I suppose I could sleep in the guest room.”

“Nooo! I don’t want to sleep by myself. I want to sleep here with you.”

Amanda jumped on top of Hina and they started to giggle. “I don’t trust you to be quiet.” Hina held her breath and puffed out her cheeks. Amanda held Hina down by the wrists and lowered her mouth onto hers. Their lips and tongues mingled together, celebrating the excitement of their weekend adventure together. She released one wrist and slid her free hand under Hina’s shirt. She rubbed her tummy then cupped her breast and gently squeezed.

“I wanted to milk a cow, not get milked myself,” Hina said. With her free hand she stroked Amanda hair. Before things could go further there was a knock on the door. Amanda jumped up and opened the door. Ray peered in and saw Hina lying on the bed with her skirt around her waist and her shirt half way up her stomach. She quickly straightened her clothes.

“Mom wants to know if there’s anything your friend can’t eat.” Amanda looked at Hina.

“Shirako, but I’m sure you don’t have any of that.”

“What’s that?” Ray asked.

“Fish sperm,” she stated bluntly. Ray was taken aback by the cheekiness of his sister’s friend, and didn’t know if he should believe her, but it peaked his interest in the girl even more.

“Just tell her anything is ok,” Amanda said

“Sorry to bother you. I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing,” Ray said. Amanda shut the door on him.

“Does your family know about you?” Hina asked.

“About being a lesbian? I’ve never told them straight out, but I’ve brought home more girls than guys.”

“So you have other girlfriends?”

“Not now.”

“And you’ve had boyfriends?”

“I dated a couple of guys before.”

“Did you have sex with them?”

“Just one, in high school.”

“I think I should be jealous. How was it, to have a cock inside you?”

“I have mixed feelings about it. I liked the cock. I didn’t like the guy.”

“So you would like it if I had a cock?”

“You ask way too many questions.” Amanda jumped back on top of her and they continued their petting. After a few minutes they took a break.

“Can you show me your farm?”

“Sure, let’s go.”

“Will you dress me up like a farm girl? Like in your pictures?” Amanda thought it was a fun idea.

“I’ll see what I have.” Amanda dug in her closet and pulled out a box. “These are some of my clothes from junior high school. If they’re too big I’ll see if I have anything from kindergarten.” Hina threw a pillow at her. Amanda tossed a pair of cutoff jeans on the bed, an old sports bra and a plaid shirt. “This should do it. First the hair.” She braided her friend’s hair into pig tails and secured the ends with rubber bands. “There you go, farm girl style. Now stand up.” She lifted off her shirt and bra, pulled down her skirt and left her standing in just her pink cotton panties. She stood back and took in this vision of Asian cuteness. Amanda suddenly had an overwhelming feeling of affection and desire for this sweet and naughty girl who had come into her life. She got a lump in her throat and almost choked on her words.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Hina said as if they had been in love for years. They couldn’t smile big enough at each other. She put her hands under Hina’s ass and lifted the smaller girl. Hina wrapped her arms around Amanda’s neck and her legs around her waist. They closed their eyes and pressed their lips and bodies together. Amanda carried her to the bed and lay her down. She kissed her lover’s neck, chest and stomach. When she reached her panties she slowly pulled them down to make way for more kisses. Hina felt her body was sensitive to Amanda’s lips; every place she kissed sent a tingle of pleasure into her pussy. Amanda guided her tongue down to the slit of Hina’s delicate pussy and forced it into the opening. She used her lips to make suction, drew her clitoris into her mouth and began flicking it with her tongue. Hina loved it. Amanda took such joy in providing ecstasy to her friend, it was making her wet. She reached into her own pants and fingered her pussy. Hina breathed deeply as she neared her orgasm, her body grew tense and her ass lifted off the bed. The spasms began shooting waves of delight through her body. Amanda felt Hina’s pussy contracting on her tongue causing her to orgasm, too. The girls quietly moaned in unison until the pleasure subsided. Ray stopped listening with his ear against the door and silently walked away. He went to his bedroom to deal with his erection. They lay on the bed together for a few minutes petting each other, enjoying the intimacy.

“Let’s get you dressed,” Amanda said, getting up from the bed. Hina loved the fact that she was wearing her old clothes. The bottom of Hina’s ass peeked out from under the cutoff jeans, the sports bra was a good fit, but the shirt was too big. Amanda buttoned it half way down then gathered the lower half and tied it at Hina’s navel. Sneakers completed the outfit. Hina looked at herself in the mirror, she thought she looked darling.

“Ok, I’m ready to meet the cows.”

“Cute, but let’s sneak you out here. My mother would have a fit if she saw you like this.” The girls quietly descended the stairs and went out the front door. “Don’t let Max see her like that, he’ll go crazy,” they heard Amanda’s mother call out just as they left the house. The girls giggled.

It took ten minutes to walk from the house to the milking barn. Hina was amazed at how much open space there was on the farm.

“Is all of this your farm?”

“Yes, this is about half. There’s about a hundred acres here and another hundred or so beyond that line of trees. We are mostly grass fed and we sell all our milk to gourmet butter and cheese makers.”

“Can you drink it?”

“Oh yeah, it’s great, but it has more fat that regular milk.”

There were a few cows in the pen waiting to be milked. The inside didn’t match Hina’s image. “That’s quite a smell.”

“You get used to it. It starts to smell good after a while.”

“I’ll be looking forward to that. There are so many machines and tanks, it looks so complicated.”

“Hey! There’s my favorite sports star,” a man said, walking over to them. She gave Amanda a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi Uncle Pete. This is my friend, Hina. She’s visiting this weekend. Pete is my father’s brother.”

“Younger brother. Welcome to Sutton Farm,” Pete said.

“Can you show Hina how milking works?”

“I’d be delighted.” Pete demonstrated how the cows are hooked up and where the milk goes. Hina thought it was cute that he kept calling the cows “girls.”

“Are there any boy cows on the farm?” Hina asked.

“Not a one. They’re trouble,” Pete said.

“So how do you get the baby cows?”

“We do it ourselves,” Hina suddenly had an image of Pete fucking a cow. “We buy bull semen and inject it into the cow.”

“Do you ever milk by hand?”

“No, that would be way too much work. Machines are much faster.”

“Hina wanted to try milking a cow,” Amanda said.

“Oh sure, you can do that. Max is out back. He can set you up.” The girls left to find Max.

Hina noticed there were many cats lazing about, “I love cats.”

“They keep the mice under control.” Amanda spotted her brother, “Max!” The siblings hugged. “This is my friend Hina. We live in the same dorm. She wanted to come see a real dairy farm.” Max tried to keep his instant infatuation with the small cute Asian girl under control, but the feeling was mutual. Hina felt something stir inside her at the sight of the muscular young man.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he said very politely. Max had the same blond hair as Amanda, and Hina noticed the resemblance. She thought he was very handsome, the male equivalent of Amanda. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that showed off his chest and arms.

“Hina wants to try her hand at milking,” Amanda said.

“Sure. We have some in the pen that need milking. Come with me,” Max was eager to please the cute visitor. Hina followed Max and Amanda went to talk to her uncle about something.

Max brought a cow into the hay barn and set up for milking. He kept stealing glances at her smooth legs, and her ass leaking out the bottom of her shorts. “Sit here; let me show you how to do it.” Hina sat on the front half of the milking stool and Max sat behind her. He scooted his crotch against her ass.

“You have to squeeze like this,” he put his arms around Hina, grabbed her hands and placed them on the teats. He squeezed her hands around the teats to demonstrate the proper motion. Hina had trouble concentrating. She felt overwhelmed by the situation. She was nestled against Max’s hard chest with his strong arms pinned against her shoulders, his lips right next to her ear. She felt the contrast of the bare skin of her thighs pressed against the rough fabric of his jeans, and she tingled all over her body. She felt vulnerable, overpowered, at a word she would willingly submit to his will. If he turned her around and kissed her she would be helpless to resist. If he told her remove her clothes and take his cock she would do so willingly, she secretly wished he would. She wondered how it would feel if he held her like this, both of them naked, and felt herself getting wet. She wanted to be taken by him.

“Enjoying the lesson, are we?” Amanda had come up behind them undetected, “I hope you are being a gentleman, Max.” Max stood up and let Hina take over by herself. Amanda noticed his large erection pressing through his jeans.

“She’s doing very well,” Max said.

“And so are you, apparently.” Amanda knelt down to examine the small amount of milk that had accumulated in the bucket.

“I see you’ve been hard at work,” Amanda said. Max went to the other side of the cow and knelt down, too, but he wanted to examine something different. He had the perfect view between Hina’s spread open legs.

“Try to grip a little harder,” he said to cover his real intentions. The tiny shorts did nothing to hide her panties. Max could see the delicate creamy skin of her inner thigh, how the skin turned dark as it peeked from under her panties, and how the fabric formed over the contour of her vulva. His arousal went into overdrive when noticed a wet spot at the opening of her pussy. Hina could tell what Max was up to and she pushed her legs a little wider. She pushed her hips forward, pressing the hard seam of her shorts into the crack of her pussy causing her vulva to bulge out the sides. Max was going crazy inside. She thought what it would be like to have him touch her there, to lick her, to be inside her. She could see the outline of his cock growing larger under his jeans. It kept getting bigger and bigger.

“What do you think?” Amanda asked. Hina had to recover her thoughts.

“It’s harder than it looks,” she answered while staring at Max’s cock.

“Yeah, it’s pretty hard,” Max confirmed.

“It time to get cleaned up for dinner,” Amanda said, “let’s put that milk in a bottle for you, and put Max into a cold shower.” Hina and Amanda poured the milk in a bottle and Max led the cow away.

They snuck Hina back into the house. They showered and put on appropriate clothes for dinner. Max arrived after everyone was already seated at the table. Pete’s family was also there to celebrate Amanda’s return. Hina was astounded by the amount of food on the table. There seemed to be 20 different dishes, beef, chicken, potatoes, vegetables, biscuits.

“Do you always eat like this?” Hina asked.

“Amanda said you were a big eater,” Dad said. He was the one most amused by his joke.

“Not usually, dear,” mom said, “We have everybody here, so it’s kind of a celebration.”

“It seems like meals around here keep getting smaller every year,” Dad said.

“Then why does your waistline keep growing?” Max quipped. Everybody ignored him.

“Amanda left and this fall Max is going too,” Dad said, “Pretty soon it’ll be Ray’s turn.”

“And then it’s nothing but carrot sticks for you,” Max said.

“You know you can go eat out on the porch,” Dad said to Max.

“So you are coming to the University of Wisconsin, too?” Hina asked.

“I got a scholarship for baseball,” Max said, “I wanted to play football, but I’m too small.”

“I’d rather you didn’t get killed,” Mom added.

“You seem so big to me,” Hina said. Max blushed, everybody chuckled his embarrassment.

“It just seems that way from your perspective,” Pete said.

The eating and conversation went on past when everybody was full. People began to relocate to other parts of the house. Mom asked Amanda to help with the dishes. Hina offered to help, but was refused.

“Hina, can I show you something?” Max asked. He led Hina out to the porch. The late evening light was slowly fading from the sky. “This’ll just take a minute.” He led Hina around the side of the house to a covered garage. He threw back the tarp covering a car. Hina had no idea what she was looking at. Max was a little deflated the girl wasn’t gushing, but he was determined to impress her.

“This is my ’72 Chevy Camaro Z28. I’ve been fixing it up for two years. When I got it, it was a piece of junk. Now look at it.”

“It’s beautiful.” Hina was trying to be nice.

“I’m going to drive it down to Madison when I go to school this fall.”

“That’s wonderful.” She assumed that was a big thing.

“I’ll take you for a drive in it if you like.”

“Thank you. Maybe some other time.” The car was the least thing about Max she was interested in. “Why don’t we take a walk instead?”

She let Max take her hand and they walked down through the small woods past the house. Max was glad it was dark, so Hina wouldn’t see that his cock was already hard.

“I saw your picture in the paper today,” Max said.

“You get the school paper up here?”

“No. I saw it on line. You look really cute in that red dress.”

“Thank you.”

“Maybe you can come blow kisses at my baseball game next year.”

“Sure. I’ll blow them extra hard.” Hina blew a kiss right in Max’s face.

“I enjoyed showing you how to milk today. You were very good, for a beginner.”

“I enjoyed showing you, too.”

“Showing me what?” Max was confused.

“I don’t know. What did you see?” Now Max was grateful the darkness hid his blushing. He tried to stammer out an apology for several seconds. Hina just giggled. “That’s ok. As I said, I enjoyed it.” Max’s erection was becoming uncomfortable in his jeans.

They reached a pond and walked to the end of a small dock and faced each other. A rising moon reflected off the water, casting everything in shimmering purple light.

“When you had your arms around me today I felt all tingly inside.”

“I hope that was a good thing. My heart was beating so fast.”

“Would you do it again?”

Max put his hands on Hina’s shoulders and drew her towards him. She put her hands under Max’s shirt and felt the contour of his abdominal and chest muscles. A small “wow” slipped from her lips. She looked up into his eyes.

“Are you tingling?” he asked.

“Like crazy.” He leaned forward to kiss her soft mouth; she stood on her tip toes to press harder against his lips. All their sexual tensions in an instant turned to joy. They separated and looked at each other for a moment. “That was good,” she said. They both smiled and returned to kissing. Their lips and tongues meshed in a flood of passion released. Hina was anxious to feel dominated by this winsome young man; she wanted his hands on her body.

The small Asian girl wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her body against his, her ear against his chest, her soft breasts against his hard stomach. Max slid his hands down the back of her skirt, inside her panties and squeezed one cheek in each hand while pulling her flush against his hips. His hand slid down between her thighs and his fingers found her vulva. Hina moaned softly as his fingers explored her wet pussy. She felt something hard pushing into her stomach. She reached around and felt the shape of his rock hard cock through the denim. She traced the shape with her fingers; it was more than two of her hands long, and thick.

“Can I see it?” she asked. Of course he answered yes. She stepped back and unfastened the top button of his jeans. On her knees she quickly kissed the shape of his cock bulging through the fabric, then slowly unzipped the fly. She reached her hands inside to guide his pants over his ass and peeled them down to his knees. She leaned forward and gently bit his cock several times through his underwear. Then she grabbed the elastic band and eased it down. First, a short curly bush of pubic hair, then the shaft, long and pale in the moonlight, finally she reached the head. It popped straight out after being released and almost hit Hina in the face. She grabbed the member in one hand and ran her lips and tongue up and down the shaft. She licked around his scrotum and tried to form her lips around his balls. Hina thought her new toy was wonderful and very exciting. She had never touched a cock before, let alone given a blow job. She just did what inspired her. She enjoyed this tremendously; she felt herself working into a frenzy of desire and knew she was getting very wet. She had no idea how this thing would fit inside her, but she knew she wanted it. She had images of him coming inside her pussy, filling it with his semen, and it made her crazy.

She licked up to the head and tried to fit in her mouth. The pink helmet barely fit inside. She created suction with her lips and swirled her tongue around the engorged head. She stroked the shaft with her hand. Max was moaning louder. He ran his fingers through Hina’s hair. He thought she must have had a lot of experience to be doing such a great job. His pleasure grew until he couldn’t hold on any longer. He yelled, “Oh, god,” as he lost control and pumped waves of cum into Hina’s mouth. Hina was surprised by the sudden treat and fell back on her ass. Max’s wild contractions caused him to stumble, get tangled in his pants, lose his balance and fall backwards into the pond with a big splash. Hina sat on the dock, skirt up around her waist with semen running down her face and shirt. She couldn’t stop laughing.

Max climbed out soaking wet, and Hina cleaned herself up with Max’s shirt. “I think we’d better go back,” Hina said.

End of part 4

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The harem has a naughty audience watching their fun.

The Rogue’s Harem

Book Three: The Rogue’s Passionate Harem

Part Twelve: The Harem’s Naughty Audience

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this.

Chapter Thirty-Four: Evening Camp

Zanyia – Southern Forest Road, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

I glanced at the forest’s edge that started fifty feet from the road. An owl’s hoot drifted out of the dark trees. Twilight beset the world. My tail swished. The last time we were in those woods, we all almost died thanks to Keythivak, Zizthithana’s assassin.

Of course, both of them were dead. We killed the naga’s assassin then the serpentine bitch herself!

I turned away from the woods, attracted by the sound of a cooking pot being filled with water. I turned around to the campfire where my Master’s sex slaves all were fussing over the stew pot, including his new one. It was our second day camping since we left Az, heading east, following Princess Ava as she guided us towards the Altar of Souls.

We were getting closer to destroying the dumb amulet and freeing Mistress Kora from the foul Biomancer’s presence.

I padded over to the sex slaves. Carsina frowned at Nathalie and Greta as the pair were unpacking the food and preparing the stew we’d have for dinner. The priestess of Krab furrowed her bluish brow, her bright-red hair tumbling about her cheeks. She just had such a great bit of coloring, so exotic. There was an entire nation of people who looked by her.

Did that mean pale-skinned, blonde women like Greta, Nathalie, and Mistress Kora were exotic in Carsina’s country?

My tail swished as I hugged Carsina from behind. I pressed my near-naked body against her. I wore the leather straps on my magical armor, which I loved even if it meant covering up my naked body and not showing off all my nubile beauty.

“We have to do the cooking every time,” I said, rubbing my cheek against Carsina’s. My left ear brushed her hair, making my ear twitch. “So you better be paying attention.

“Okay,” Carsina said. She shifted from side to side. She glanced across the fire where our owners, and spouses—which always made me shiver in delight when I remembered I was married to my Master—writhed in passion.

Aingeal’s pink butterfly wings fluttered, almost like her wings were used to lift her pussy up and down his cock as she rode him. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her as she gasped and moaned. Her pink hair danced around her shoulders. Ava bounced on Ealaín’s cock, my Princess-Mistress’s small tits jiggling. She faced away from the aoi si, letting Ealaín enjoy the sight of her cute ass. Between the two couples, Kora danced and swayed to music only she could hear, her pale, tattooed body swaying in such a beautiful way.

The ruby amulet flashed between her round breasts.

The owl’s hoot snapped me out of my contemplation of Mistress Kora’s beauty, her hips swaying from side to side, her eyes closed as she lost herself to her dance, making such beautiful art. My pussy grew so wet. I wiggled against Carsina’s back more as I wrenched my gaze away.

“So pay attention, Carsina,” I said as Nathalie and Greta dumped the food into the stew. “What they’re making will be hearty and yummy.”

My stomach growled.

“And that’s important after a long day of riding,” I added.

Carsina groaned. “I never want to ride a horse again. It’s terrible.”

“Told you,” I said.

“You get used to it,” Greta said. “Mostly.”

Mistress’s Kora’s dance drew my attention again. My nipples hardened against the leather strap of my armor, tingling and throbbing. Little zaps of lightning shot down to my pussy. My snatch clenched. Juices coated my bush. I squeezed my thighs tight, feeling my silky hairs while my tail wiggled faster.

“So, you see how to do it?” I asked. “Because tomorrow night, you’re going to help.”

“Are you going to help tomorrow night?” Nathalie asked, glancing at me.

I grinned at her. “I help every night!”

Nathalie arched a narrow, blonde eyebrow at me. I smiled at her. She was maturing so fast, growing so confident in Master’s harem. She had blossomed. That blushing, eighteen-year-old virgin was devoured by the naughty sex slave before me. She had doffed her fiery armor, looking comfortable being naked before the fire as we camped off the road.

“I do,” I said. “I gave you all such support and love. Like this.”

Carsina gasped as I pulled her down onto her back. Her round breasts jiggled. She stripped naked, too, like a good sex slave. She had dark-red nipples, looking like two ruby gems, thrusting from the sapphire hue of her tits. She was just so gorgeous. She gasped on her back. She squirmed on the ground, her body shifting from side to side.

I threw my leg over her head. I lowered my pussy down to her mouth, my tail thrusting over her body. The newest sex slave gasped as I placed my furred muff right over her face. I looked over my shoulder at the fire where Greta and Nathalie both stared at me.

“See, I’m helping by giving you entertainment while you work,” I said, then gave them a giant grin. My ears fluttered as Carsina’s tongue fluttered through my pussy lips. She licked me, drinking up my juices.

“You are incorrigible, Zanyia,” Greta said, shaking her head, her large breasts swaying before her.

Nathalie rolled her eyes. “You just want to have Carsina lick your pussy.”

“Don’t you want that?” I asked, grinding my pussy on Carsina’s hungry mouth. Her tongue fluttered through my snatch.

Nathalie giggled, shaking her head. “Fine, fine, entertain us.”

“I will!” I proclaimed, my tail swishing back and forth, swiping across Carsina’s breasts.

My furry tail caressed her tits and hard nipples. She moaned into my snatch. Her tongue jammed into my pussy, swirling around. I shuddered, my ears twitching. A purr rose in my throat, a great, rumbling delight.

Carsina grasped my rump. She squeezed my butt-cheeks as she feasted on me. Her tongue stirring through my cunt sent delight rippling through my body. I quivered. My hands grasped my breasts. I squeezed them, my fingers digging into my flesh as my tail caressed her body. I massaged her tits and her stomach, brushing her bush.

Her head moved as she licked me. The wire rims of her glasses brushed my inner thighs. Her tongue danced through my folds. My fingers dug into my fingers. I whimpered as my tail pressed between her thighs.

I found her wet pussy adorned by her bright bush.

“Zanyia!” Carsina moaned into my snatch. She fluttered her tongue through my folds, brushing my clit. “Ooh, that feels so naughty.”

“I know!” I said, rubbing my tail up and down her pussy’s outside, teasing her with my bristling tail.

Her fingers dug and kneaded into my rump her tongue flailing faster and faster through my pussy. Her excitement swelled as I massaged her clit. Her juices coated my tail. I loved it. We were both sharing such wondrous pleasure.

We were brought together by our Master. It was an amazing delight. My back arched, my purr swelling in volume. Just thinking that swelled through my snatch. My orgasm built and built as her tongue fluttered through me.

“Ooh, Carsina, that’s so good,” I groaned, my tail flexing and swaying as I caressed her pussy. “We’re going to cum!”

“Yes!” Carsina moaned, her fingers kneading my ass, pulling my snatch tight against her hungry mouth.

Her tongue jammed deep into my cunt. She swirled it around through my depths. Teasing flutters rippled through me. My tail rubbed her cunt faster and faster, her juices soaking my furs. My pleasure grew and grew.

“I’m going to drown you in juices,” I whimpered, my ears twitching. “Ooh, Carsina, lick me right there. You’re so naughty.”

Carsina fluttered her tongue against my nub. She drummed her tongue against my little bud. Every caress sent sparks of pleasure through me. I ground my cunt on her hungry mouth as she drove me towards my orgasm.

My eyes squeezed shut. The pleasure tensed my entire body. I let out just a low, rumbling purr as my orgasm burst inside of me. My cunt convulsed. My juices gushed out of me. They squirted into her mouth as the rapture rushed through my body.

My tail twitched and shuddered, grinding against her snatch as I yowled out in delight: “Las’s yummy cum!”

Carsina moaned into my snatch. Her juices flooded around my tail. Her passion sounded so sweet as she joined me in rapture. My small tits jiggled in my groping hands as I writhed atop hers. Stars burst across my mind as they danced through my thoughts.

“So good!” I groaned as my pussy convulsed, sending bliss through my body. “Oh, Carsina, you’re so delicious. Gods, I love riding your face.”

She whimpered into my snatch. Her tongue fluttered through my folds, gathering up my juices, keeping my pleasure flowing through my body for a little bit longer. I drank it in. I savored it. I loved the newest member of the harem.

Then I rolled off of her. I fell down on my back. I gasped and shuddered, staring up at the purple sky, stars twinkling out to celebrate my pleasure. I smiled at them, my body twitching. The owl hooted, almost like it, too, was happy that I had such an amazing delight.

Carsina sat up, frowning across the fire, her face drenched in my juices. I arched my head, seeing Aingeal’s back and wings as she rode master, the dark woods beyond her. I bet she wanted to be Aingeal, riding that amazing cock.

“Sven!” Aingeal moaned out in orgasmic delight.

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Kora Falk

My body moved to the music echoing through my mind, my naked body swayed, my hips undulating. My breasts jiggled as I held my arms above my head, my fingers half-curled. My bare feet moved on the trampled grass, the soft curls caressing my toes as my body became living art.

“Oh, that’s so hot to watch, sister dear,” Sven said while Ava and Aingeal fell into a sixty-nine, both eager to lick each other’s pussies clean. Aingeal ended on her back, her pink wings, outlined by black markings, spread out on the ground around her. She wiggled her body, large tits piling into two lush mounds.

Then Ava threw herself on Aingeal, straddling the faerie’s face and then buried her head between Aingeal’s thighs.

“Just so inspiring,” Sven continued, my brother staring up at me with his blue eyes. They reflected back the firelight as he grinned at me. Firelight painted across his muscular chest.

“Mmm, wanting to get your dick wet again?” I asked him, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. I felt a bead dribble down my thighs as I danced. I turned, swaying my ass at my brother, watching him over my shoulder as I felt his gaze on my rump. “Need another cunt sliding up and down your dick?”

“Could it be my cunt, Master?” Carsina asked as she scampered around the fire, her face coated in Zanyia’s pussy juices. She stepped over the sixty-nining Ava and Aingeal to fall to her knees before Sven. She grasped his thighs, her round breasts bouncing. Such need shone on her bluish face, her bright-red hair tumbling in mused curls about her eager features. “Please, please, Master!”

“Mmm, I don’t know,” Sven said, staring at her, a teasing smile on his lips. “What do you think, sister dear? Should I let her ride my dick?”

“She’s so eager for it, brother mine,” I said, amusement thick in my voice.

“I am!” Carsina said, staring up at me, her round breasts swaying before me. Her ruby eyes shone through the lenses of her glasses. “Please, Master, I’ll make you feel so good with my pussy.”

My pussy clenched as I whirled around, the amulet bouncing between my tits. I had a hot cunt. And her pleading was just so cute. I shuffled my feet closer to my brother then straddled his face. I felt his eyes staring up at my shaved pussy. My hands slid across my thighs, caressing my smooth skin as I stared at her.

“What do you think, sister dear?” Sven said, his hands grabbing my calves. “Want to watch her ride my cock?”

“I don’t know…” I said. “She is a passionate slave, but… Has she earned it, brother mine?”

“Good point.”

“Please, please, it’s important,” Carsina said.

“Well, why don’t you show me how important it is,” Sven said, his voice thick with amused passion. “Lick my cock clean of all Aingeal’s pussy juices.”

For a moment, annoyance flashed across Carsina’s face, her eyes flicking up. She licked her lips then nodded her head, “Yes, Master.”

She was still adjusting to being a sex slave. She didn’t have to be, though Zanyia talked her into it. She could have come with us and helped get vengeance for her teacher’s death. But she’d agreed to serve, and she had to understand what that meant.

She ducked her head down, grasping his wet cock. Her pink tongue slid up his shaft, gathering Aingeal’s juices off of his girth. Sven groaned as her tongue reached the pinnacle. She flicked around the spongy crown. Then her lips nuzzled on his tip. She engulfed the tip, sucking hard.

Sven groaned. My brother’s hands tightened on my calves. An excited bit of lust shot through me. My cunt was on fire. It ached and throbbed, begging to be pleased by my brother. A new form of dancing shot through my mind.

I sat on my brother’s mouth.

I shuddered at the rough feel of my brother’s stubble on my pussy lips. An incestuous rush shot through me. I whimpered as his thick tongue shot through me. It was incredible. He was just such a treat and my husband now.

All my dreams had come true.

I grinned at Carsina as she bobbed her mouth up and down his dick. Her lips sealed tight, cleaning up Aingeal’s juices. She moaned as she worked her mouth, making my brother groan into my snatch. His tongue flicked and lapped, caressing my folds.

He knew just where to touch me. To inspire my dance. I felt Ealaín’s eyes on me, watching as I wiggled my hips, grinding my shaved vulva on my brother’s stubbly cheeks and lips. It was just such a wondrous experience. My eyes fluttered as the pleasure rippled through me.

“Ooh, brother mine, yes!” I whimpered, staring down at Carsina. Her ruby eyes flicked up and down, moving, following something.

My tits.

“You like watching my tits bounce while you suck my brother-husband’s cock?” I asked. Brother-husband! I loved thinking that. Sven and I would be together forever, united with our wondrous family. “Huh? You like that while sucking on his cock, slut?”

Carsina moaned, her bluish cheeks hollowing as she sucked.

“I think she likes it, sister dear,” groaned Sven into my snatch. “Gods, she’s sucking hard. Just so eager for it.”

“She wants to make you cum, brother mine,” I moaned, dancing on his face.

“Yes, she does,” Ealaín purred, her hand stroking her ebony dick wet with Ava’s pussy juices.

I winked at her, lifting my arms over my head. My breasts jiggled and bounced. The amulet swayed between my tits as my brother’s tongue provided the beat to a new, naughty dance. Every flick of his tongue and caress of his whiskers on my juicy vulva made me come closer and closer to erupting.

My moans joined Ava and Aingeal’s muffled pleasure as they feasted on each other’s cum-filled snatches. I shuddered, watching Ava’s rump wiggle, my wife giving me more and more inspiration to perform my art.

Sven’s strong hands grabbed my ass, squeezing my rump as it flexed. I shuddered, my brother’s grip so exciting. His fingers slid into my butt-crack. He didn’t hesitate, just jamming his fingers into my crack, searching for my asshole.

Found it.

“Brother mine!” I howled as his thick finger penetrated my sphincter. A wave of heat washed out of my bowels to my pussy, building my orgasm faster.

I trembled on him, leaning forward. My tits swayed before me, the amulet swinging back and forth. I shuddered, my hands rubbing at his muscular stomach while I watched Carsina bob her mouth faster and faster on my brother’s dick.

She stroked the base as she pleasured him. She made him groan into my snatch. His tongue licked and fluttered faster and faster as he devoured me. I groaned, loving every moment of this. My whimpers rose as I danced faster and faster on him, my bowels clenching on his finger.

“Brother mine!” I whimpered. “Oh, yes, yes, yes! Pater’s big cock and Rithi’s talented fingers.”

“Mmm, just reach your climax on him, Radiant,” groaned Ealaín. “Gods, but your beauty is inspiring.”

“Uh-huh!” Sven groaned, his voice thick with pleasure.

My brother jammed a second finger deep into my asshole. My bowels clenched down on him. His lips sucked on my clit at the same moment. My fingernails scratched at his stomach. Pleasure surged through me.

I came on my brother’s hungry mouth.

My pussy convulsed hard. My juices squirted out of me, flooding his mouth. My twin braids of blonde hair swayed and danced about my shoulders. My cunt convulsed and my bowels writhed about his plunging fingers.

He grunted about my clit. His stomach flexed beneath my clawing fingers. Carsina whimpered. Her cheeks bulged and then she gulped, swallowing my brother’s salty cum. I licked my lips in envy of our newest sex slave.

“Swallow all my brother-husband’s jizz!” I howled as my body quivered, the incestuous rapture surging through my body.

My orgasm peaked in me. My eyes fluttered. I squirmed my hips from side to side as I came down from my bliss. My brother lapped through my folds, drinking my cream. He loved it. He loved making me cum, his women cum.

“I love you, brother mine!” I groaned.

Carsina swallowed a final time. Then she ripped her mouth off his dick. She had an eager, even desperate, look in her ruby eyes. “May I fuck you now, Master?”

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Harem’s Naughty Audience

Sven Falk

Kora rolled off of me and landed on her back. She giggled, “Gods, she really wants to have your dick in her cunt, brother mine.”

I glanced at my sister—my wife—and grinned at her, my lips sticky with her juices. “Every woman wants my dick in her.”

“Not Priestess Thea,” Kora said, her blue eyes bright.

“You are never going to forget about her, are you?” I muttered. I gripped Carsina’s ruby hair. I pulled her up my body.

“Nope!” My sister gave me a wicked grin. “You enjoy Carsina’s cunt impaled on your dick.”

“Oh, I will, sister dear,” I said. “Thea didn’t know what she was missing, but Carsina does.”

“I do, Master!” Carsina moaned, grabbing my dick and guiding it to her red-furred muff.

Kora glanced over at Ealaín stroking her girl-dick. My sister-wife licked her lips. Then she beckoned a finger. For a moment, a flare of jealousy shot through me. Once we were done at the Altar of Souls, Ealaín would have my sister all to herself. Our family would be split apart.

I didn’t want to think of the upcoming divorce. I wrenched my head away, focusing instead on Carsina’s red-furred muff caressing my dick. Her bright-ruby pubic hairs engulfed the crown of my dick moments before I felt the kiss of her silky pussy lips.

An owl hooted as she impaled her pussy down my dick.

“Master!” she groaned as her juicy, Valyan snatch engulfed my dick to the hilt.

I groaned at the hot pleasure surging down my shaft at the feel of her. It was incredible to be in a woman’s cunt. My sex slave’s cunt. Zanyia may have bullied her way into being my sex slave, but I enjoyed it now. I savored owning my women.

Her cunt engulfed me to the hilt. She ground her clit into my pubic bone as she leaned over me. Her bluish tits swayed, her ruby nipples bouncing back and forth. They were such inviting tits. I seized them, my thumbs rubbing over her nubs.

“Master!” she groaned, her pussy clenching down hard on my dick. “Oh, Master, yes, yes, we have to cum! So hard! So fast!”

“Then move those hips,” I groaned. “Work that pussy up and down my dick and make it happen!”

“Yes!” she moaned.

As she rose her pussy up my shaft, her cunt clenching hard around my dick. Beside us, Kora gasped as Ealaín rammed her clit-dick deep into my sister-wife’s pussy. I shuddered at their passion while Carsina slammed her cunt down my dick, her tits jiggling in my hand.

Carsina worked her pussy up and down my shaft. Her cunt clung to my cock, massaging it. My dick drank in the friction of her submissive cunt. I pinched her nipples, bringing a squealing moan from her lips while her snatch clenched tighter about my shaft.

“Gods damn,” I groaned. “Work that pussy, slave. Make me cum!”

“I will, Master,” she moaned and then leaned over. She hugged me tight, pressing her tits into my chest. I moved my hands around her waist, grabbing her ass as she rocked on me. “I’m going to drain your balls of all its cum.”

“Good luck with that!” Kora moaned beside us. “My brother has Slata-blessed nuts.”

I grinned at Carsina, her ruby eyes glossy behind her glasses. Her nipples throbbed against my chest as she rocked against me. Her pussy clenched tight on my dick as she whimpered. Then she kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, tasting my sister’s cunt on my lips.

I gripped her ass as she worked her pussy up and down my dick, feeling her muscles flex and pounce. My new sex slave loved my cock. She squeezed and relaxed, swelling the pressure in my balls.

She broke the kiss and nuzzled her mouth into my ear. She nibbled on my lobe then groaned, “Oh, Master, you’re going to flood my pussy, aren’t you?”

“You’ll be dripping for days!” I growled.

Gripping her ass, I rolled us over, pinning her beneath me. She gasped, her pussy squeezing down so hard on my dick. I stared into her crimson eyes before I rammed into her hard. I thrust my cock into her, fucking the little priestess-slut with all my passion.

“Krab’s mighty tools!” she moaned, her eyes bulging behind her glasses. “Yes, yes, yes, Master! Ooh, I’m going to cum so hard on this dick. I’m going to milk your cock dry.”

“Pater’s cock!” I growled, eager for that.

My balls smacked into her taint as I pounded her. I braced myself on my elbows. I rammed my dick over and over into her juicy depths. Her flesh clung to me. Her pussy gripped my cock as she shuddered beneath me. Her fingernails clawed my back.

She had strength from working with her hands. She pulled me into her cunt. I groaned, reveling in the delight of her cunt. I drove my dick hard into her. I buried into her over and over. I enjoyed her with all my passion.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she whimpered. “Oh, Master! Oh, your dick! Mmm, that’s so good! I’m getting closer and closer to cumming! You’re plunging so deep into me!”

“You’re little slut-cunt just wants to milk my dick, doesn’t it, slave?” I growled, staring into her ruby eyes.

Delight shone in them.

Her fingernails clawed my back as she howled, “Yes!”

Her pussy convulsed about my dick.

I made my sex slave cum. Pride surged through me as I pounded her convulsing snatch. I reveled in the rippling of her hot sheath. Her silky flesh massaged my shaft, teasing the sensitive tip. The sensations shot to my balls thwacking into her flesh. They swelled with my cum.

She thrashed beneath me. Her breasts heaved, nipples brushing my chest. Her hands shot up to grip the back of my neck. She pulled me down to her. I held her tight, enjoying her quivering against me. Her breath blew hot across my ears.

“Krab’s mighty tools!” she moaned. “Cum in me, Master! Fire all that jizz in me! I need it! I want it so bad!”

I groaned, my hips thrusting forward, burying my dick deep into her convulsing cunt. Such burning delight filled me. She was incredible. I grunted and groaned, savoring the feel of her writhing about me, milking me.

“Gods, I need your jizz in me, Master!” she moaned. Her lips nibbled on my ears.

“Gods, you are such a slut!” I growled.

“Your slut, Master!”

Her words, combined with her convulsing snatch, shot lust down to the tip of my plunging dick. I groaned as I buried into her. With a growl, I thrust forward and buried to the hilt in her. My cum fired out of my cock and spilled into her snatch.

Her pussy spasmed harder. She milked me. My jizz pumped into her, mighty spurts of spunk that splashed inside her cervix. Her snatch writhed about me. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head at the delight spilling through my body.

“Gods damn, what a cunt!” I groaned as my pleasure peaked in me, waves of darkness crossing my vision as the bliss pulsed from my dick and slammed into my mind. “Pater’s mighty cock!”

“Your mighty cock, Master!” she moaned into my ear. “Ooh, Master! I love it!”

A hooting owl punctuated our passion.

She stiffened beneath me as her pussy milked out the last drops of cum. “Did you hear that, Master? That owl?”

“Huh?” I groaned, my mind buzzing with rapture.

“It’s identical to a hoot I heard in Az. It’s followed us.”

I froze atop her, a knife slicing through my pleasure.

“It’s the same pattern. No variation to it. The exact same three hoots with the same cadence and rhythm. No natural animal is so consistent.”

Hoot-hoot-hoot.

I frowned. I had been hearing hooting since… since for a while now. I just… ignored it. Owls hoot. My eyes flicked to the forest. A shape perched in the trees, watching us the way an owl would, eyes reflecting back the cook fire.

I rolled off of Carsina to my equipment, snagged a dagger, and rose in a smooth motion. The shape spread wings as my knife flashed through the air. The branch shook. The owl launched itself into the air and—

My weapon struck home, timed right. The creature tumbled to the ground.

“What?” Ealaín gasped, lifting herself up from my sister’s embrace as I rose. “Sven?”

“My husband?” Aingeal asked.

“I got the thing,” I said, grinning. I drew another dagger and advanced naked to the twitching creature.

Carsina padded behind me. Then Ealaín appeared at my side. She gripped her war ax. Though we had our magical armors and the weapons they created, we kept our mundane arms around. Just in case.

The thing I hit spasmed on the ground. Feathers drifted around it. The thing was shedding them as it died. Black ichor bubbled around my dagger’s hilt. I stopped several feet away, studying the thing. It was small, sickly and bent, its flesh stony like the grotesque off a building come to life. It wasn’t natural.

“One of the Biomancer’s vermin,” Ealaín said. She knelt, peering closer at it.

“What’s going on, brother mine?” Kora asked.

“We’re being followed,” I growled.

Chapter Thirty-Six: Journey East

Ealaín

“Followed?” my charge gasped.

“What’s going on, Master?” Nathalie asked. Her voice lacked the normal fear. Since the fight, she had shed a degree of her timidity. She had discovered her strength thanks to Rubyforged, her armor.

“One of the Biomancer’s things has been following us,” Sven said. He knelt and nudged the dead creature with his knife. “For days. Since Az.”

“Longer,” I said, shaking my head. “I remember hearing owls after we exited from Faerie and while traveling through the woods. I didn’t think anything of hearing those hoots.”

“Carsina says it hooted the same way every time, no variation,” Sven said. He straightened, staring out at the woods, arms folded across his bare chest.

“It was,” Kora gasped. “I just thought owls hooted the same. I didn’t even think it was the same one, just… It was waiting for us when we emerged from the ring?”

“It tracked us there, probably with Keythivak,” said Zanyia.

“If the Paragon was tracking us that long, why did the Biomancer’s vermin waited so long to attack us?” Sven asked. “You saw what they did at Az. If it wasn’t for the armor we found there, they would have killed us.”

“Most likely,” I agreed. “Perhaps it took time for the Paragon to gather those monsters.”

“Why would the Paragon use Zizthithana at all?” asked Ava.

“Zizthithana figured out how to find the amulet,” said Zanyia. “I bet she held back where she found it. Used it to negotiate. Then, when Master interfered, the Paragon took time to gather her foul compatriots. I bet they were scattered across the world. If they were all in one place…”

“Yes, they’d be hunted down by those new knightly orders cropping up,” said Kora, her hand grasping the amulet. “I can’t wait until we destroy this.”

I swallowed, glancing at Sven. His jaw tightened.

I glanced back at my charge, at the amulet. The ruby seemed so dark now, an empty void gripped by her pale fingers. I shifted and said, “I feel like we’re missing something important. There is something about this that makes little sense.

“Doesn’t matter,” Zanyia said. “We’ll reach the Altar of Souls soon. We killed the spy. They can’t track us, and it’s not like they know exactly where we’re going. We don’t even know where we’re going.”

“Just east,” Sven said. His head glanced to the south. Towards Echur and Prince Meinard? “Let’s eat supper and get to sleep. I want us up early. We need to cover more ground. I don’t want to find an ambush set up by Prince Meinard’s soldiers.”

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Princess Ava

The next week passed in a blur of hard traveling. Sven’s concern over my father’s activities set unease in me. I kept checking his study, sinking into my jade beetle proxy I left in the crack in his wall., but he was never there. I’d tried different times of day: early in the morning when I first rose, late in the afternoon, midday, late morning, sunset. I even woke up in the middle of the night to check.

It was empty.

My father wasn’t at Echur. He was out… somewhere. He had to be hunting us. It made me worried as we left behind the Forest of Lhes and rode through the farmland of Eastern Kivoneth. The Despeir Mountains reared up on the horizon, daggers thrusting in the sky.

The fence separating our civilized lands from the cruel domain of the nagas.

My stomach grew tighter as the stress mounted. Where was my father? At every crossroad I expected ambush. I kept turning around to look behind us to see if any great clouds of dust hazed the horizon, announcing a large column of soldiers in pursuit. He had the troops, soldiers manpower so long as he ignored the western front where his armies were in rout.

The hammer kept leading us east. I had claimed possession of it from Carsina as we entered the easternmost lands. The hammer pulsed more and more. It trembled, growing closer and closer to where it yearned to be. It was created to work the Altar of Souls, to forge powerful artifacts at the hands of the God of Crafts.

And now it was in my hands.

At night, I slept with it cradled to my breasts. It filled my dreams with strange images of the muscular god working, crafting all the artifacts of the gods: Grimsilence, the Tourmaline Mask, Heart’s Key, Balance, and even High King Peter’s famed sword with which he conquered everything west of the Despeir Mountains, uniting them beneath his High Kingdom.

A mad feat my father ached to repeat.

The hammer sang to me. It longed to be home. I made me push Sven to keep us riding hard and long. To take as little breaks as possible. We were all tired, but we were coming closer and closer to ending this. To destroying the Biomancer Vebrin’s soul.

What a wonderful treat that would be. To end his villainy once and for all. He would not get a second chance to populate the world with those abominations like the ones who attacked us. Or the thing that followed us pretending to be an owl.

So far, we’d found no new creatures tailing us.

I wasn’t the only one who often rode in silence. Ealaín didn’t speak much, her eyes distant, her mind working on her theory that we were missing something important. The Paragon’s behavior made little sense. If she had access to forces more powerful than Zizthithana, why didn’t she dispatch them after us right away.

It was only when we went to the Temple of Krab that the Paragon approached my father. And in a day, her monsters had traveled a distance that would have take a human four or more to cross. They were scared by us entering the temple that they acted precipitously.

But why not just do that from beginning? What held them back before we went to the Temple?

I couldn’t think of it. Not with the hammer’s song pulsing through my thoughts. We were coming closer and closer. I could feel it. When we woke up on the tenth day since leaving Az, I could feel we were close.

We would reach it today.

The Despeir Mountains swallowed the horizon as we set out passing the orderly farms. We were a days ride from them. I could even see the pass, the gap between the mountains. Zizthithana’s foul slavers rode through the gap to take prisoners for my father to use to spread his power. The Zeutchians who lived here kept weapons in plane sight, polearms leaning against fences while the men worked the fields, youths perched in makeshift towers looking east.

They feared the slavers. That would end once I ruled Kivoneth. I wouldn’t let the nagas raid my people.

As the day wore on, a hill grew on the horizon. It thrust up from a large plain devoid of any farms. The road ended before we got within miles of it. The hammer drew me towards it. I shuddered. I could feel it. This was it. This was where the Altar of Souls lay. A nervous tremble ran through me as we came closer and closer.

The hammer twitched as the hill grew to swallow the horizon, only the tallest peaks of the Despeir Mountains rearing above it. I felt such majesty pouring off the hill. It concealed something important, something of such power that not even the powerful illusion cloaking it could fully hide.

“Gods damn, but you can feel it,” Sven muttered.

“No wonder there are no farms around here,” Kora said. “My teeth are almost rattling.”

“The Altar of Souls,” I said in breathy excitement. The hammer twitched in my hand.

“You have the key, Princess-Mistress,” Carsina said. “Once you unlock it, the Altar will be exposed. Anyone can use it after this.”

“Better than the Biomancer living,” muttered Sven.

I nodded my head in agreement.

I swallowed when we reached the base of the hill. It wasn’t a gradual transition to the great grass covered mound. It was artificial, a shell built over something. I slipped off my saddle with grace, clutching the diamond hammer. The afternoon sun shone on my back. Its rays reflected in the heart of the diamond as a fiery brilliance that shifted as I moved it.

Sven moved forward. He reached the hill and pressed his hand against the slope, pushing the grass out of the way. “Krab built this over the Altar of Souls.”

“To hide it from being abused,” Carsina said. “It’s so impressive.”

“There’s a tree growing on the side,” Zanyia said. “Don’t trees have deep roots? How thick is this hill?”

“Thick enough,” Carsina answered. “It is said to have a core of adamant. Nothing normal can dig through it. You have to use the hammer. It will power the device he built around it. Cause it to… to open. Somehow.”

“I don’t see a keyhole,” Sven said, looking around. “Do we need to move to a different spot, Carsina?”

“No,” I said, reaching the base of the hill. I stared up the slope reaching up to the blue sky. I could feel the mechanism in there, like I could with the lock of the vault back at the temple. It was built for an imbuer to use. But it was so massive, no imbuer’s soul was strong enough to work.

Not without the hammer.

“It’s not a lock in that way. It’s like… Greta’s armor,” I continued, squeezing the diamond haft. “The same way Carsina supercharged it, I can do that to the hill. I can puppeteer it and open it.”

“Do it,” Ealaín said. “Let us end this. Let us destroy Vebrin’s phylactery and condemn his soul to his punishment in the Astral Realm.”

“Yes!” Sven growled, his voice thick, almost like he was… in pain. “Do it! Let’s get his over with.”

I drew in a deep breath and raised the hammer over my head. It flared with pure radiance. The light spilled over the hill. The machinery inside quivered as my soul surged into the hammer. I swung it down, bringing my will in contact with the hill.

Light exploded around me.

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Prince Meinard

I didn’t need a horse. Not with the changes to my body. I had stamina, endurance. I could cross my country as fast as the squadron of twenty soldiers riding on their steeds. Gunther, my most trusted general, led them. Shevoin also rode with them, the master mage sitting his horse stiffly, weariness straining his aged features.

The men all smelled delicious. Not as sweet as a farm girl—the one I ate last night was so soft and succulent—but my soldiers could give me such strength. I had to remind myself that I needed them. They were useful.

Not like a farm girl.

The Paragon marched at the lead. I don’t know how I ever considered her ugly. She was every race and species of sentient life brought together in one being. She had the nimble grace of a halfling, the strength of an ogre, the drive and determination of a human, the grit of an orc, the keen hearing of an elf, the endurance of a dwarf, the tenacity of a goblin. All of it distilled into her.

Father’s greatest creation.

I quaked to see Father’s rebirth. He would be so happy with me. He would make me King of the World. I would provide him the largest laboratory to make more creations. He could enhance entire villages, towns, even cities. Whole races would be improved by him. No more making solitary creations in the dark corners of the world, hunted by lesser men who didn’t have the ambition to change things.

He would end death and suffering. He would end all those petty differences between humans and dwarves, elves and orcs. What did any of that matter when all were like the Paragon? When all were improved? He would make a paradise of the world.

No matter how many centuries of experimentation it would take.

On the horizon, a hill loomed. It thrust out of the eastern farmlands, the Despeir Mountains behind it. The trail led towards it. Finally, we had located that bastard Sven. He had my daughter. She would be a succulent treat to enjoy. I licked my lips in eager anticipation the delight of my sweetling’s flesh.

With the death of the Watcher, we were blind. We only knew Sven and his whores traveled East. Yesterday, we caught his trail. The stink of him filled my nose even now, growing stronger and stronger as we neared the hill.

My daughter’s scent mixed in. I could smell her pregnancy, that bit of Sven in her. That would only make her taste—

White light exploded from the hill and flashed across the entire horizon.

“They found the Altar!” the Paragon hissed. “Father!”

Fear lanced through me. As I charged forward at a full run, I snarled, “Gallop!”

To be continued…

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