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God, work sucks, I’m pretty sure just about everyone would agree with me when I say work stresses me the hell out. As I drive home from work the only thing holding me together is the thoughts of the beautiful girl waiting on me at home. As my stress levels grow my thoughts go back to her. As I pull into the driveway I notice the porch light is on and smile to myself, I taught her well. I turn my car off and step out. My black heel hits the concrete with a loud clicking noise. I love the sound heels make on concrete, especially when a beautiful girl is wearing them.

As I walk up to the porch and turn my key in the lock I take a deep breath in anticipation of the night ahead of me. I open the door and there standing before me, just as she should be, is my beautiful angel, Lexis. Her eyes on the floor, there is a small hint of a smile on her lips. She greets me with a simple “good evening Mistress” and I smile.

I run my hand down her cheek. God this girl is so beautiful, she has long dark hair, piercing green eyes, and a perfect body (34B breasts and a tight little ass). I wonder sometimes how she doesn’t see just how beautiful she really is. As I look her over I see the red marks on her wrists left from the games we played the night before. I bite my lip as my thoughts wander briefly. I tell her to go upstairs and run my bath and a soft reply of “yes Mistress” is all I hear, and I watch her swing her hips as she goes upstairs. I smile to myself, thinking she’s being a bit brave today, and follow her upstairs.

When I walk into the bathroom I see a full view of her sexy ass and glistening wet pussy as she bends over the tub stirring around the water. I stand in the doorway, smiling and I know she senses me watching her so she bends over even more. I tell her to get her tight little ass over here and undress me and she jumps at the harshness in my voice. Once she looks at me smiling I can see her relax. She doesn’t want me angry. I feel her fingertips caress my skin as she undresses me, slowly pulling my shirt over my head, running her fingers down my arm. She unclasps my bra and pulls it off, exposing my hard erect nipples and my 34C tits. She reaches around from my back and undoes the button on my pants, running her hands over my stomach softly. She leans down and pulls my pants and thong off in one simple tug. She kisses the back of my thigh where it meets my ass, a simple touch that drives me wild. She stands up and offers a hand to help me into the tub. As I sit down she kneels beside the tub, reaching in and grabbing soap. She slowly washes my legs, up to my stomach. I let out a heavy sigh as her hands massage my tits and back down my stomach. I relax and think of the many things I would love to be doing to my beautiful slave right now, but the night’s young, and it’s more fun to let her anticipate my touch.

When she’s done washing me I tell her to let the water out andstand up. She grabs a towel and dries my body, legs up. Every once in a while her skin touches mine, giving me goose bumps. I tell her to go pick me out some clothes and she hurries off, coming back with her favorite black leather thong and corset. As I slip it on she fastens it, and I turn and look at her, getting lost in her big green eyes. I grab her by the wrist and drag her to the bedroom, throwing her on to the bed and straddling her, pinning her hands above her head. I kiss along her neck, nibbling a little and across her collarbone. She sighs and relaxes against my body. I reach up for cuffs and as I do she flips me over onto my back, saying, “Tonight, Mistress you’re going to be my dirty little slut and you’re going to beg me for release.”

I tell her she had better uncuff me, and she just smiles. She says she’ll take the beating for one night to show her mistress pure bliss. She blindfolds me and cuffs my ankles, stripping me of my corset. She reaches into my bedside table and pulls out a feather. At the first touch of it my whole body tenses. I’m so ticklish it’s pure torture. She runs it around my erect nipples, and I moan in response.

She runs it down my stomach, and I laugh and shudder in response. She stops and I feel her hot breath on my clit and I moan softly. She runs the feather over my pussy lips, not touching my hard, erect clit. My cunt is dripping wet and I’m burning with desire. She leans down and runs her tongue from my dripping cunt to my throbbing clit. I let out a loud moan and she giggles. She leans down and whispers in my ear, asking me who the dirty little slut is now, and I moan and beg her for more. “I’m your dirty little slut, please touch me, I need your touch.”

Then the soft hum of a vibe fills my ears, and my body tenses. She warns me not to climax as she moves my thong to the side and slams the vibe hard inside me. She moves my panties back over to hold it inside me as I beg her to fuck me, to fuck her dirty slut. A sweet no is all I hear – she tells me to enjoy my vibe while she showers. She tells me if I cum, I’ll be punished and I hear water running. I’m lost in ecstasy as the vibe hums away, tormenting me. I’m not sure how long she left me but as soon as I hear the water turn off my body tenses.

I feel her body next to mine and then I feel her on top of me, lowering herself onto my mouth. She tells me to beg her to let me lick her cunt like the dirty little slut I am. The smell of her is intoxicating and I begin to beg her to let me taste her, let me pleasure her. She shoves herself onto my face and I start tongue fucking her the best I can as she rocks her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit on my nose. She tastes so good, and my body is on fire for her touch. I lick and tongue fuck her like I wish she would do to me. I can tell she’s getting close to her climax because her movements become desperate. I taste her cum as I feel her squeeze my tongue. She pulls my hair and screams.

She tells me to clean up my mess, and I start desperately licking her pussy clean. She lifts up and looks at me, telling me I look sexy with her pussy juices all over my face. I start begging her to touch me, to let me cum, my whole body is screaming for release. She reaches down, takes out the vibe, and rips off my thong. She leans down and slowly licks my nipples, taking one into her mouth and pinching the other. She kisses down my stomach and along my hips, teasing me by blowing on my clit. I scream and beg her to please fuck her dirty slut, that I need release. She runs her tongue along my pussy lips, being careful not to touch my clit, and comments on how wet I am, calling me a dirty cunt. I moan in frustration and she slams her fingers inside me, nibbling my thighs and licking my clit, taking it into her mouth and licking and flicking it.

I shudder and my body screams for release. She tells me to cum all over her fingers like a good little cunt and I let go, wave after wave of release washes through me and I scream. She unties me and keeps fingering me with one hand, as two, three, four orgasms wash through me. As she slows my body collapse and I sigh. I pull her against me, holding her close. She tells me how much she loves me and I tell her how I couldn’t live without her. Just as I’m about to fall asleep I whisper in her ear, telling her how I think I can overlook the punishment this once. I hear her sigh and she presses herself even tighter against me.

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I was worn to a frazzle. My 7-year old twin boys were driving me up the wall now that school was ou

Sasha and Clair
by anon y mouse

I was worn to a frazzle. My 7-year old twin boys were driving me up the wall now that school was out. “What are we going to do today?” each one asked over and over. Finally their dad took pity on me and took them off my hands for an extended weekend. They left early on Wednesday morning to spend time with Craig’s parents. I went back to bed.

When I awakened, I remembered the new neighbors across the street. I’d seen the moving vans, but had not laid eyes on them. After a late breakfast, I baked chocolate chip cookies and walked across the street. A beautiful young woman answered the bell. She was perhaps 24 or 25 with creamy skin, vibrant green eyes and smartly styled short auburn hair A belted robe covered her.

“Hi, I’m Clair, your neighbor from across the street. Am I disturbing you? I brought cookies. Welcome to the neighborhood,” I stammered. She took the plate.

“Hi Clair, I’m Sasha. Nice to meet you. I was out on the patio. Would you join me?”

“Of course,” I said. “Thanks.”

“These will go great with the lemonade I have outside. I was taking a little sun. Do you mind if I continue while we talk”

“Please, go right ahead.” I seated myself under an umbrella near the pool as she went to a beach chair. When I looked back at her she had removed her robe. She stood there in her totally nude, voluptuous beauty. High full breasts, tiny waist and impossibly long, shapely legs.

“It’s just us girls here. You don’t object to my nudity, do you?”

“Not at all.” I forced the words past my lips. She was so incredibly beautiful and perfect. My mind, my nipples and my pussy went on alert. I thought I had basically controlled these kinds of responses to women years ago. As I nibbled on a cookie, I thought back…

…Mom and Dad divorced when I was 16. She wanted to travel so Dad got me. He never remarried, but had relationships until he found a steady. Deborah seemed to be perfect for Dad. Perfect until she desided to fuck me on my 18th birthday.

Dad was gone overnight on a business trip and asked Deborah to stay with me since this was my special day. He felt guilty for leaving me alone. She gave me a lovely negliee, my first sexy piece of intimate apparel, after Dad left. During the night she came into my room. She was naked except for the dick that protruded from the area of her pussy. She frantically pulled at my new gown until it was torn down the front. She kissed me hard, jamming her tongue in my mouth repeatedly and rubbed herself and the dick on me, all the while telling me to relax and enjoy it. She bit at my nipples as she rubbed my pussy. I tried to push her away, but fear and disgust soon turned to pleasure when she made me cum. I stopped fighting and let her have what she wanted.

My body became her playground. She licked and sucked every inch of me. Oh, what sounds she made as she ate my pussy, as she mounted me and rode me in the night. She took my virginity with her strap-on dildo. I’m sure my dad didn’t know she had a dick too. As I yelped in pain when she de-flowered me, she was triumphantly cumming on the part that was lodged in her. All night, she extracted one orgasm after another from my inexperienced body. She encouraged me with her moans of pleasure as I sucked her large breasts, as she held my head between her legs and accepted my tongue. She grunted in satisfaction as I brought my pussy down on her dick pushing it further into her. It became hard to distinguish her moans of pleasure from my own.

I discovered the joy of female loving that memorable night. But I was so embarrassed at my actions when the morning came. I looked at my dishelved self in the mirror. I had love bites all over. The lips on my face and between my legs were swollen from much use. Dad’s girlfriend had fucked me good and was probably anticipating more. I quickly showered, packed a few essentials and drove to my grandmother’s house while Deborah was singing in the shower. I never stayed with Dad again until he got a new companion. I never told a soul what I had done.

I went off to college later that year. Making a success of it was my only goal. Not many dates and very few parties. I switched roommates several times because the lonely ones wanted to fuck with me. In their naked youthfulness, they tempted me but I did not surrender. Pink pussy, taut titties, smooth skin, floral fragrances, flowing hair were put from my mind. Sometimes I forced myself to listen as a roommate moaned in pleasure when the girl from across the hall slipped in and fucked her. I knew how good they felt as they did it. When I allowed myself a peek, a roommate might be lying across the bed with her hair spilling to the floor. A girl might be attached to her breast, sucking loudly. Or she might be using her mouth between her legs. Or she might be riding her. Beauty on beauty, rubbing swollen pussies, seeking release. Most times, though, I would put in my earplugs, turn over and go to sleep. I was not going there again. Straight people didn’t do those things.

I met Craig in my senior year and I had proper sex. His excellent fucking pushed ‘those thoughts’ further back in my mind. An advertising firm hired me right out of college. We married two years later. The boys came along when I was 30. I still work for the ad firm but only part-time and from my home office…

I brought my thoughts back to the woman in front of me. Looking at this gorgeous creature sunning herself, those feelings that I keep deeply hidden are slithering back. She rubbed oil on her skin as she chatted. I don’t think I heard much of what she said. When she lay back on the chaise, her large, shaved pussy came in to view. My own pussy clenched. I nervously agreed to do her back when she asked. My hands kneaded her neck, shoulders, and her back.

I was watching Clair. She was a sexy looking woman. It wouldn’t take much to seduce her. Clair was lost in her own thoughts for a few minutes. I wonder where she was. “Would you be a darling and do my back and buttocks?” I asked.

Was it my imagination or did Sasha purr and undulate as my hands traveled over her pretty ass. She was turning me on. Big time. I finished her up, created an excuse and got my wet pussy the hell out of Dodge. “I have to leave now, Sasha. I may have left something cooking on the stove.”

Yeah, right. The only overheated thing was her. I know Clair was turned on by me. Her hands shook as she massaged me. I know what I look like. I practically ooze sexuality. It’s a fact of my life. Men and women are hot for me. I’ve had lots of sex in my life, but it wasn’t until college that girls were added in the mix. I didn’t know what I had been missing. In my second year at college, I met a beautiful couple at a student-teacher mixer. They took a sexual interest in me at first sight and I began fucking them both. He would encourage her as she fucked me. “Eat that pussy, honey. Trib her hard. My baby loves to fuck pussy.” She went crazy and so did I. She would watch while he pounded his dick into my ass. The professor would never do it any other way. He preened and watched his performance in their all-mirrored bedroom. I truly blossomed sexually that year. I’ve since taken pleasure from many people, the beautiful, perfect men and women that I encounter, even though I am married.

My husband at 42 is 16 years my senior He fell hopelessly in love with me when I interviewed for a job at his company. I have not worked a day since I met him. But I expertly spend his money. Even at his age, Barry is an excellent lover. When he pops the little blue pill, he fucks me long and hard and deep in both orifices. I am an excellent hostess and I do look great on his arm.

Now back to Clair. Yes, those hands felt marvelous. Especially on my ass as she pulled open my cheeks to spread the oil. Clair has probably forgotten how beautiful she is since her kids were born. She is 5′ 7″ with shoulder length black hair and gray eyes. Motherhood has not hurt her figure. I’ll just bet she thought primarily of her family until I came along. Now she is thinking about how my pussy looked when I spread myself out in the sun. Had she looked closer, she would have noticed it glistening with my juices. Juice brought forth by her stares.

That night I dreamt four dark-haired women were pulling at me, wanting me, touching all of me. I woke with a start before I came. Craig would be so disappointed in me if he knew I had been with a woman. Even though I’m married with children, I guess I am still am turned on by women after all these years. Watching Sasha brought it to the surface. I try so hard to suppress it, but sometimes late at night when I can’t sleep, I pull out that memory of Dad’s girlfriend, hair swinging, breasts bouncing, pounding into me. I silently rub my clit and let myself cum. Once I am spent, I can roll over, pretend it didn’t happen and go to sleep.

The next day I decided to invite Clair for brunch. It was Thursday and my husband was already at the office. I also invited Heather, a fellow graduate student. Heather lets me kiss her above the waist only. Man, she is a kisser and her breasts are to die for. I love women’s breasts. Sucking those titties takes the edge off our study sessions. She said she was saving the rest for Mr. Right. I wanted to excite Clair a bit. While they were there, I touched Heather’s braless breasts inside her low-cut blouse as she sat next the Clair on the sofa or kissed her on the lips as if it were the most natural thing to do. Wide-eyed, Clair took it all in. At the door, I gave Heather one long last kiss with some tongue and saliva action as I moaned and rubbed her tits. I gave Clair a quiet, swift smack on the lips before sending her across the street.

Sasha kissed me. She really did. But not like she kissed Heather. I saw her pink tongue enter Heather’s mouth. She had her hands all over her breasts.They seem so natural together. Was Sasha fucking her? She’s married like me, but she played with that woman’s titties and kissed her like a lover. Somehow, I was a little jealous.

By Friday, I knew I had to make a move on Clair while our husbands were away. Mine was in an all day golfing tournament in a neighboring city. It was already mid-morning. I was horny for pussy and wanted to make another conquest. I had to get in Clair’s panties. “Clair, come over. I have something I want to show you. You’ll love it, I promise. Ten minutes, ok?”

I showered and slipped on a mint green, see-through-lace tank bra and panty. The panties were cut so that they didn’t cover my ass completely. The front hugged and accentuated my large pussy lips. The tank bra pushed up my globes invitingly. I was sexy if I do say so myself. Clair rang on time. I quickly pulled her in. When I closed the door, I greeted her with a quick smack on the lips-kind of like before. When she opened her mouth to gasp, I forced my tongue inside. She put up a token effort to push me away, but finally acquiesced as I knew she would. I knew from day one that I would fuck her. Married women are my best conquests. They are so needy for something different and exciting. I am that.

“Let’s go upstairs, baby. I want to fuck you now! I know you want it.”

“Sasha, please. I don’t know if I…Is this outfit what you wanted to show me? Green is your color. You look so hot in it. I can see your pussy…it’s so pretty.”

“Thanks,” I said while turning to model. “I’ll let you peel it off me. You want to touch me, don’t you? You want to touch my pussy. I saw you looking at it. At me. Come on up, Clair. You can do whatever you want with me.”

I had her. I was offering her everything she wanted. Her clothes fell away quickly. Before long, she was slowly removing my green items. Her breath was ragged as she touched my flesh. Then I was naked, lying on top of Clair. My large clit was pushing into her. My tongue invaded her sweet mouth again. Our breasts pressed tightly together. I heard the sound of surrender in her throat as I began to slowly ride her.

This beautiful woman, Sasha, was pressing against me. Her mound was screwing on mine. Pressing me into her mattress. She felt so damn good. I thought I would go crazy as she fucked my mouth with her tongue. Such exquisite pleasure from a woman was finally mine again. Her hot body and her naughty words encouraged my release. Her fragrant skin was soft and smooth as I roamed my hands over her. I humped my pussy upward as I came endlessly. She joined me.

We were still very excited from our initial sexing. Sasha pulled away and began sucking my breasts very hard as she rubbed my clit. Soon she moved between my thighs, spread me wide and began eating on my pussy. She pumped three fingers into me as she pulled on my clit with her lips. My labia, my entire pussy disappeared into her hot, wet mouth. I thrashed in sublime pleasure as her long tongue made its way deep inside my vagina. My juices flowed freely. I lost all count of my orgasms. I was 18 again.

My, my what a passionate woman this Clair is. She seemed to have had a lot of pent-up passion for a woman and she released it with me. Before she ate me, Clair whispered that she’s needed pussy for so long. I don’t think she’s aware that she spoke. She sucked hard and long on my clit bringing me over and over the top. Her tongue pumped in me with such rapidity as these hungry sounds escaped from her throat. She was devouring me, becoming as aggressive as me. It was wonderful. Perhaps I can get a story from her. Wherever she got some, it must be memorable.

During our time together, Clair asked to “ride” me as I did her. My engorged clit stood at attention for her. She was trembling as she climbed aboard and fitted her swollen pussy to me. Her lovely face, eyes closed, was concentrated in lust as our swollen pussies humped toward orgasm. Her red lips were parted, thick from my kisses. Perspiration dripped from her long neck down between her breasts. Beads of it caught on the thin gold heart that dangled from its chain. Her nipples were rock hard when I reached up for her breasts. Her ass was soft and sleek as I guided her screwing. I was ground into my mattress. Our pelvic bones grated on each other. Our sore,swollen lips became one sealed by our juices. Our clits lengthened to capacity. Pain was pleasure and pleasure was pain. I thought I fucked hard, but Clair fucked harder. Her pussy slipped into my opening. Mine slipped into hers. She held off cumming for as long as she could. Her body would leave mine for precious seconds holding back, but it could barely stand the absence. Contact. Sweet contact again. When she finally let us cum, frantically moaning and moving up and down on my pussy, it was hard and sustained. After long minutes, she collapsed on me. Tears flowed as she thanked me and kissed me passionately.

Sasha and I spent the afternoon having sex. I surrendered my mind and my body to her. Hunger overcame me. I kissed and sucked every delicious inch of her-breasts, pussy, ass, the soles of her feet-everywhere. I memorized her with my hands and tongue. Now I know she did purr as I put my fingers in her pussy one by one.

Sasha left me for a short time and came back with a bag she said she kept hidden in the attic. With her back to me, she stepped into a harness. She turned and came toward me with a red 8-inch dick. This was just too good! What pleasure I had with her slicing that thing into me from behind as we watched ourselves in the mirror. When she aimed the phallus at my butthole and paused, I gave her permission to enter. My dad’s girlfriend had been in there and it felt really good. Sasha rubbed my dripping pussy and transferred the juice to my hole. Ever so slowly, she pressed forward. Slowly, so that I could savor the thick fullness. So that I could watch. There was no real pain even after all these years, but there was so much pleasure. She pushed all the way to the hilt and locked herself into me. She began sliding the dick in and out of my anus. Powerful strokes. Playful, erotic slaps on my cheeks heightened my pleasure. I came when I saw her dip at the knees, then come back up and push hard into me. The feel of that thing was incredible. It was part of the beautiful Sasha who was extraordinary.

We were marvelous together. Sasha pressed me against the shower wall, kissing me hungrily as the water beat down on us. I couldn’t make up for almost 20 years of lost pussy in one day, but I made a nice dent. I was no longer in denial. I liked fucking women, but I would still keep it a secret from my husband. As we kissed at her front door, Sasha told me that I was an excellent lover. I happily made my way across the street exhausted from delicious sex with a beautiful young woman. It was one of the best days of my life.

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A young woman’s introduction to sexual submission.

Tarnheim Academy, Part One

My name is Heather Gringsworth, and this is my story.

I was raised by my parents in Essex, in the very lap of luxury. I lacked for nothing, and enjoyed all the privileges of wealth and status. My parents indulged my every whim, which only served to embolden me to demand ever more. I attended an elite private school in which my social circle was composed of other young girls of similar means and disposition. We were a clique, and looked with disdain upon those beneath us. We took pleasure in teasing and tormenting other girls, those of lesser station than ourselves. I took particular delight in flirting with boys, none of whom I would ever give a real chance. At the age of sixteen I had become a genuine spoiled bitch, and lived that role to the hilt.

All of that was to change.

One evening at dinner Mummy and Daddy announced that I was being sent to a boarding school.

“What? Oh, no, you are not doing this. I have all of my friends here, and I’m not going off to some silly boarding school.”

Daddy was adamant. “Young lady, your mother and I have discussed this, and we have made our decision. We have chosen the Tarnheim Academy; it is an extremely exclusive school, one that we believe will be uniquely suited to your needs.”

“Tarnheim? Is that in Lancaster?”

“No,” Daddy answered with a smile. “It’s in Austria. Your mother and I have reviewed their curriculum, and there’s no better school on earth to instruct you properly. The arrangements have already been made. You leave in the morning.”

I was taken aback by all of this, but Mummy and Daddy would hear none of my complaints. I went to bed thinking of ways to punish them for being so unreasonable. Still, I thought, it would be something new, and if I found it too stuffy I was sure that I could cajole my parents into returning me home.

In the morning I packed my things and Daddy had our driver take me to the airport. The plane ride was unexceptional, and the drive from the airport in Salzburg was a tad bumpy. The Academy was some distance from Salzburg, up in the mountains and fairly remote. The entrance seemed rather imposing, a gate of iron and stone topped with wicked looking spikes. The Academy itself had something of the look of a medieval castle, all of gray stone.

The driver held the door for me as I exited the vehicle. I left him to deal with my luggage and proceeded towards the main door. A rather intimidating woman awaited me. She was very tall, perhaps six feet, and strikingly beautiful. Her blond hair was tied back in a tight bun at the nape of her neck, and her blue eyes seemed to pierce right through me. I noted that she wore a tight outfit of dark leather with the Academy crest over her heart. The leather hugged her curves in a most provocative way, and she was quite imposing.

“You must be Miss Gringsworth,” she spoke curtly. “I am Helen Krieger, and I run this Academy. You will refer to me as Headmistress.”

“Yes, of course,” I replied with a dismissive wave. “Where is my room?”

Her eyebrow rose at the question. “The driver will see to your things, Miss Gringsworth. You, on the other hand, must come with me to my office at once.”

I shook my head. “Oh, no, I’m much too tired now, Miss Krieger. It’s been a long flight and even longer drive. Perhaps later this afternoon.”

“At once!” she repeated sharply.

I was taken aback by her boldness, but sighed and cooperated. She marched on five inch heels down the hallway, and I saw girls in school uniforms scramble to get out of her way. I walked behind, thinking that I’d have to straighten her out about a few things; after all, it was Daddy’s money that was paying for all of this.

We arrived at her office, and she opened the door and gestured for me to enter before her. I did so, and noted the office held the expected shelves of books, a massive desk of polished oak, and a few chairs. One looked rather odd, but I did not have time to contemplate that as the door slammed behind me.

As I turned to speak, Miss Krieger’s gloved hand struck me full force across the face. I gasped in as much astonishment as pain; I couldn’t believe the woman had struck me! Anger and indignation welled up inside me, and I began a caustic rebuke.

“What the hell do you think…” I began, but another stinging slap across the face silenced my retort. I put up my hands to defend myself, only to find my wrist grabbed and twisted in a painful hold which brought me to my knees. She held me effortlessly, and I was powerless to escape.

“Please let me go,” I whimpered. Tears were running down my cheeks – real tears!

“I will release you when I wish, and not before, Miss Gringsworth. You need to learn proper etiquette, and I am going to teach you. First, as I told you before, you will refer to me as Headmistress. When spoken to, you will answer ‘Yes, Headmistress’ or ‘No, Headmistress.’ Is that clear?”

“Y-yes, Headmistress,” I replied.

“Second, you will learn that there is a hierarchy here at Tarnheim. First year girls answer to second year girls, who answer to third year girls, who answer to fourth year girls. All girls answer to the teachers, whom you will address as Master or Mistress, and all answer to me. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Headmistress,” I nodded.

“Third, the rule of Tarnheim is obedience. When you are given an order by one above you, you will obey without question, unless the order conflicts with one given by a higher authority. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Headmistress.”

“Very good, Miss Gringsworth. Get up, and we shall see to your punishment.”

As she released my wrist, I looked up at her. “My punishment? W-what are you talking about?”

She stood above me, and her eyes were two pools of cold blue ice. “Your actions and attitude have been most inappropriate, Miss Gringsworth. Your insolence will not be tolerated here, and you will now learn the consequences.”

I gulped nervously, not knowing what form this punishment was to take. Miss Krieger was very intimidating, and I was genuinely scared. My fears were justified, I soon discovered.

“Remove your clothes, and place them over there by the door,” she commanded.

I blinked in amazement. “I-I’m sorry, you want me to do what, Headmistress?”

“You heard me the first time. Remove your clothes,” she snapped icily, “at once!”

Frightened, I complied with her commands. I removed my shoes and socks, and my fingers shook as I fumbled with the buttons of my blouse. I unzipped my skirt and lowered it to the ground, then, clad only in my undergarments, bent down to pick up my clothes.

“You are not finished, Miss Gringsworth. Continue.”

I stared at her in shock. “Y-you want me naked, Headmistress?”

She answered with a predatory smile that chilled me to the core. “Yes. Continue.”

My heart raced as I nervously reached up to unfasten the front snap on my bra. Biting my lip, I pulled it open, revealing my breasts, and shrugged my bra to the floor. Strangely, my nipples had become erect, an odd reaction to fear. With some hesitation I grasped the hem of my panties and slowly peeled them down to my feet, then stepped out of them. One hand covered my pussy while the other attempted to cover my breasts.

“Very good, Miss Gringsworth. Now stand up straight so I can get a better look at you, and keep your hands at your sides.”

Miss Krieger approached, and I stood rigidly still, not daring to even breathe as she circled me. I’d always taken pride in my body, reveling in the stares I drew from the boys (and some girls, I might add). But I’d never felt so vulnerable. Her eyes roamed up and down the length of my body and she smiled appreciatively. “I see that you’ve kept your body in decent condition, though you need more muscle tone. Don’t worry, we’ll see to that soon enough. Now, lie face down on that.”

Miss Krieger pointed towards a leather covered bench that was some four feet in length, and about a foot wide. Nervously, I lay down upon it, my arms and legs dangling over the sides. She quickly seized hold of a wrist and I felt a loop of silken cord placed around it. Similar loops were placed over my other wrist and my ankles. Miss Krieger pressed a button, and I heard the whir of electric motors and the cords were drawn tight to the legs of the bench.

My breasts were flattened beneath me, and I was unable to move my arms in any way. I could straighten my legs a trifle, which served only to raise my bottom higher. I was trapped and utterly defenseless, my body exposed and vulnerable.

Miss Krieger stepped out of my view, and I waited anxiously, not knowing what was to happen next. I was not prepared when I heard the crack of a whip cutting the air and slashing across my bottom a split-instant later. I screamed in pain, and struggled futilely to free myself.

“Oh, god, please Headmistress, please don’t whip me!”

“Miss Gringsworth, you will stop your sniveling this instant. You’ve had this coming for a very long time, and you’re going to get what you deserve.” With that she cracked the whip across my bottom again, and I felt my ass was on fire.

“Please! Please, Headmistress, I can’t bear it, I really can’t! You’ll kill me!”

“Nonsense. This whip is specially made for its purpose, Miss Gringsworth. It is both pliable and resilient, calculated to sting but not to mark the flesh. I could whip you all day and never leave a mark.”

The whip came down again on my bottom, and I screamed. I screamed for help, but no one in the Academy would dare to intrude on their headmistress. I begged for mercy, and soon learned that mercy was not a quality that Miss Krieger possessed. She laid into me with renewed fervor, whipping my poor bottom until it felt like my skin had been flayed off with a knife. She varied her attack, sometimes aiming for the backs of my legs and letting the tip of the lash curl around my thigh. Worst of all, sometimes she let the whip curl between my legs and flick my tender pussy, which elicited the loudest screams from me.

The whipping continued for a very long time. I cannot say how long it was, because time had ceased to have meaning. All of my existence was concentrated on the sensations of pain and utter helplessness. I’d stopped pleading with her long ago, and my cries had become incoherent. Miss Krieger’s stamina was incredible; she continued to lash me with undiminished energy and enthusiasm for what seemed like over an hour. I was a broken, sobbing wreck, and my bottom was ablaze with pain.

Finally, Miss Krieger moved to stand in front of me. With my arms pulled down tight, I could scarcely raise my head enough to look into her eyes. She smiled wickedly, and said, “I am going to give you twelve more lashes, Miss Gringsworth, all directly upon your sweet pussy, and with the full force of my arm. You are to count out the number of each stroke in a loud, clear voice. If you fail to keep the proper count, we shall begin again at ‘one.’ Do you understand?”

Sobbing, I nodded. “Yes, Headmistress.”

“Good. Then let us begin.”

The whip cracked loudly, the tip landing squarely on my pussy. I opened my mouth to speak, but my voice was paralyzed with pain. My jaw moved as I mouthed the word, “One.”

The whip slashed down again between my widely parted thighs to strike my clitoris full force. A fresh wave of pain swept over me. My eyes were squeezed shut, and my mouth moved again. “T-two,” I breathed.

The lash came down again, striking its mark unerringly. I screamed out, “Three!”

Miss Krieger shook her head. “No, Miss Gringsworth, you are wrong. It cannot be ‘three’ until you have properly counted ‘one.’” With that she cut down again with the lash directly on my swollen clitoris.

“One! One! Oh, god, one!”

“Very good, Miss Gringsworth. We will now continue with a proper count.”

To my credit, I managed to maintain the count despite the pain. Each time I felt I might lose consciousness, but I had to focus past it to call out the count or it would become infinitely worse. When I had finally called out twelve, I would have collapsed had I not been securely bound.

My breath came in shuddering gasps. Miss Krieger moved behind me, peeling off her leather gloves as she did so. Her hand caressed my bottom, feeling so cool against the heat of my blazing skin. She gently stroked my ass, her hands wandering over both upraised globes and down my parted thighs. It felt very good, and quite soothing. I felt her soft tongue trace a line up one thigh, licking its way up my leg and swirling upon one burning ass cheek. She repeated the process on the other thigh, and I squirmed as her tongue tickled my ass. I was embarrassed at how much I liked having her lick my ass.

She then began caressing my stinging pussy, and her soft touch gave wonderful relief to the pain. I felt myself moaning softly as her hands explored my throbbing quim. I felt myself getting wet in spite of myself. She knelt between my parted thighs and began expertly licking my exposed pussy. I moaned louder, feeling my body respond in unthinkable ways. Her tongue dove deep into my slit, moving in slow circles, and I felt my breath come faster.

When Miss Krieger’s tongue flicked across my swollen clitoris, all self-control dissolved and I felt my body quake with a powerful orgasm. She continued licking me, taking my clitoris between her lips and sucking on it. I came again and again as she tongued me, my orgasms running together until I was in a continuous state of climactic explosion. I was out of my mind, begging her to never stop.

When Miss Krieger finally released me, I was beyond all thought or reason. I had been reduced to her sexual plaything, and was willing to do anything she commanded without hesitation. She stood and walked in front of me, peeling off her leathers as she did so. Her body was superb, trim and athletic yet with amazing breasts. I noted that her nipples were pierced, as was her clitoris, and all bore rings of white gold. She moved to place her shaved pussy directly into my face, winding her fingers in my hair.

“Lick me,” she commanded, and I eagerly complied.

I’d never made love to a woman before, nor to a man, except for kissing and soft caresses. Yet I found myself hungrily lapping her pussy like a girl gone mad. I wanted it, wanted it badly, and licked and sucked her for all that I was worth. Miss Krieger whispered words of encouragement, urging me on as I licked her, and I loved it. The taste was heavenly.

Miss Krieger had me tongue her to orgasm three times before she released me. I rose from the bench unsteadily, my legs wobbly from being bound for so long. She helped me to my feet, and poured me a glass of water from a carafe on her desk. I drank, thirsty from screaming for so long. She looked at me and smiled.

“Now you’ve had a proper introduction to our way of teaching, Miss Gringsworth. Welcome to Tarnheim Academy, your new home.”

I smiled in return, genuinely moved. I felt I had been transformed by my experience, and knew that nothing would be the same ever again. Nor would I want it to be.

End part one.

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Partially based on a real event. I love phone sex!

So I’m in the convenience store at night and these two hot teens come in, they order junk food which takes a while so I line up behind them with and listen to them talk. One girl a hot brunette in tights that show off her perfect little ass saying she wants to go to a party but the blonde girl in cut offs wants to go home and apparently she is driving. They were young maybe 15 or 16 years old and they were both so fucking hot. I take out my cell phone and begin snapping pics of these two little hotties in front of me. Close up of their tight little asses and longer shots of them in profile with their firm little tities poking out from under tank tops

So they pay and I quickly buy a candy bar and these two hotties are outside on the sidewalk and talking the party thing over again. I come up and boldly speak to the two.

“Pardon me I couldn’t help but over hearing in the store. I would be happy to drive you if you need a lift.” I say looking at the cute girl in the tights. “

“No thank you,” says the other girl, “This is… uh private.”

“Just a minute,” says the girl in the tights, “you would do that.”

“No problem, I said, “As long as it’s in the city.”

The girl in tights gives me a sexy look, then looks back at her friend who is glaring at her, “Thanks, but I guess I’m going to go home. But really, thanks for offering anyway.”

“That’s fine, my name is Courtney, here is my cell number, in case you change your mind.” I handed the hot brunette a card and she took it.

The girl in cut offs crossed her arms and was glaring at me now. I smiled at the girl in tights, my sexiest smile and walked to my car. I watched them in my rearview. The girl in cut offs was upset and slammed her door when they got into the car. My guess was that they were teen lovers.

About an hour later I was in bed, reading erotic stories on my laptop wearing a tank and panties when I got this call on my cell (unknown number). I answered:

Me: Hello, Courtney here.

Her: Hi, uh its me.

Me (I knew right away who it was but I wanted to tease her a bit) Could you be a bit more specific…me who?

Her: Oh yeah, from the 7/ll, my name is Carla.

Me: Oh hi Carla, nice to hear your voice again, I’m glad you called. I want to apologize for getting you in trouble with your friend. She seemed pissed off for some reason.

Her: Oh April, don’t worry about her, she can be a pain sometimes. I really thought it was nice of you to offer me a ride.

Me: Well it sounded like you wanted to go out and have some fun, I know that feeling. Did you still need a ride Carla?

Her: No, I’m uh in for the night, as it was, my mom was pissed I was out so late. I’m in my bedroom, uh alone.

Me: Oh I see, do you mind me asking how old you are Carla.

Her: I’m 15 (pause) is that okay. I mean I know I look a bit older.

Me: That’s true you do, you look in those hot tights. Are are you still wearing them sweetie?

Her: (after a silence) Yeah I am.

Me: You still want to have some fun tonight don’t you Carla. That’s why you called me isn’t it? It’s okay Carla, I understand, I was your age once too you know, I used to get urges, and follow them, like calling a woman you don’t know. Shall we have some fun tonight Carla?

Her: (after a low sigh) I’d like that… yes.

Me: Have you ever looked at yourself in the full length mirror in those tights…they really show off your hot little body?

Her: (silence) Do you think so?

Me: (slowly) Uh huh, I love how they ride low, just barely covering your ass crack. Carla did you know you have a very hot ass. So round and firm, it really is sexy.

Her (an audible gulp) Yeah, I guess it’s okay.

Me: Get in front of a mirror Carla. Turn your back to the mirror and look over your shoulder. (hearing her move off the bed) Now touch your ass for me outside your tights tell me how it feels Carla. ( I hear her movements)

Her: Okay, I’m doing it…yeah it’s firm, and nice and round…I like my ass…how it feels sexy.

Me: Carla you are sexy, turn around and look at your front. See how your top rides up over your lovely tummy, I love the nice curve of your tummy, for 15 that lovely curvy tummy is to be expected you will slim down in about a year. Lift your top and rub all around your tummy for me sweet Carla…
Her: (detectable heavier breath) Yeah rubbing my tummy feels nice, so smooth, I never did this before my navel is an innie, kind of sensitive around there, yeah this is sweet.

Me: Your young body is so receptive to your touch, keep that awareness always Carla…your body is speaking to you, speak back… take off your top for me, and take off your bra…will you…wil you do it for me?

Her: Yeah, wow, yeah just a minute (she sets phone down., my heart is racing…she picks up) Yeah okay I did it.

Me: Look at your titties Carla, so perky, are your nipples hard?

Her: Uh-Huh, their standing out, I never look at my titties like this.

Me: Look at how round and firm they are, those nipples sound like they need attention. Wet two of your fingers in your mouth and rub circles around your stiff nipples, gently, at first then more firmly. Feel the sensations Carla.

Her: Okay, (pause puts the phone on hands free) Ah, mmm that’s nice, they are stiff, hard. I love it when I bend them over and they …ah snap up mmm my nipples are kind of long…I love touching them…ahhh.

Me: That’s right Carla look in the mirror as you roll them between your wet fingers, see how your whole body reacts when you touch your sensitive tities and nipples. Pinch them if you want sweet Carla.

Her: Oh Courtney, this is hot, they are so hard, arrgh, when I pinch them my pussy feels all tingly…oh fuck I love pulling my nipples. I kind of want to, ahh touch myself.

Me: In time Carla. Turn your back to the mirror and slowly pull your tights over your hot young ass. Watch as you do this, see how sweet your tight little ass is?
Her: Oh, mmmm can’t keep my hands off my firm ass just have a thong on under the tights (breathing)…mmm touching my bare ass feels so good.

Me: Slap that firm ass for me Carla.

Her: Smack, mmm that feels good, my pussy is getting so wet, I can feel it wetting my thong…can I take my tights all the way off?

Me: Yes, Carla baby, take off your tights and turn around…see how wet your thong is… tel me what you see.

Her: (sighing) Oh it looks so hot, the crotch is soaked, I’m humping my hips, and punching the air with my cunt so it looks so hot.

Me: Oh yes, your sweet juices are flowing now. Pull up on your thong sweetie, pull it up into your young pussy lips, do it for me Carla.

Her: Ohhh fuck that feels so amazing. Courtney it rubs my clit, mmm I can make it rub my clit…more juice pulling it back and forth over my lips….I love how it looks in the mirror, with my legs spread.

Me: Oh my beautiful Carla, take off that wet, wet thong and taste it, put the crotch right in your mouth and taste your hot wet cunt. Do it Carla.

Her: Okay. (hear her body move, then tasting the thong) Oh mmm I love how wet it is, I get so wet when I’m excited, Courtney you have me so hot. I want to touch my pussy, please.

Me: Spread your legs, look at your pussy, is it shaved, look at how wet you are…how excited you are now just part your lips and tell me what you see.
Her: Oh my, mmm. My cunt lips are so puffy and slippery… inside the lips it’s pink and wet my pussy hole is leaking juices, my clit is like hard pointing out from my lips. Oh fuck, I want to touch it so bad.

Me: Oh Carla I love this, you’ve made me so wet, you’ve made your self wet. Wet three fingers, stick them deep into your mouth and get them nice and wet, then one by one stick them into your tight teen cunt tell me as you put them in, tell me how they feel going in.

Her: (Hear her sucking, spiting saliva on her fingers) Oh fuck I need this so bad…Ahhh fuck…that’s one all the way in…feels so fucking good slowly fucking…ahh yes….Fuck two fingers, deep in my pussy… tight making my clit itch oh fuck Courtney this is good….Arrrgh fucking my cunt with three fingers …so fucking tight lips moving with each push…(squishy sounds)…oh mmmm ohh fuck.

Me: That’s so hot Carla, fuck your tight little cunt hard, now wet the middle fingers on your other hand get them really wet (hear her suck and spit) now take the fingers and rub them up and down…back and forth over your stiff little clit…feel your sensitive clit jump under your touch …rub that clit Carla.

Her: Oh I want it, ooohhh fuck it feels so fucking good. My clit is so fucking alive so sensitive…I can’t believe it, I’ve never felt like this…oh Courtney what is happening to me? Oh, Oh, I think I’m going to cum…juice running down my legs.

Me: Don’t hold back you beautiful little bitch in heat, rub that little clit hard, twist your fingers in your cunt hit that spot, fuck yourself like you never have before, can you feel that cum rising in your fucking pussy Carla?!

Her: Oh fuck yes…So close, rubbing so hard, fucking deep…(breathing fast and hard). Uh…Uh…Fuuuck, Fuuuuck…Cuummming , cum squirt…ohhh what the fuck….oh fuck cum every where….Arrgh!

Me: Don’t stop Carla, keep fucking, Keep rubbing make yourself cum again you hot little cunt, let me hear you squirt again…fuck I love it.

Her: (Moaning words indecipherable, hear sloppy sounds of her pussy) Arrgh fuck…here it cummmms again, oh fuck what’s happening …oooh squirting all over the mirror…fuck dripping down…arrgh pushing fingers out of my cunt…ohhh it keeps cumming…ohhh fuck I can’t take this…ohh (thump, sound of Carla collapsing to the floor)…Ohh my….oh fuck.

Me: Carla, are you okay …baby did you fall (silence) Carla (silence).

Her: (finally, very slowly) Good…I’m good…It was…so…fucking…amazing.

Me: Oh Carla, baby, you were so great…have you never cum like that before, I mean squirting?

Her: Oh… no…never.

Me: Taste yourself baby…on your fingers on the mirror…lick it off…taste your sweet girl juice.

Her: Oh mmm…oh mmm (licking sounds) oh… good…tastes sweet…fuck I love it. I had no idea my cum tasted so good. Courtney, what have you done to me.

Me: I did nothing my amazing Carla, you did it all to yourself, and now you’ve done it you can do it again…and again.

Her: Oh my god, I’m wipes, and what a mess, so much cum. Can I…can I…call you again Courtney.

Me: Oh my lovely Carla, you can call me any time…I love what happened tonight, it was fun wasn’t it?

Her: Oh my god …..yes! I will, I will, I think I love you Courtney.

Me: Good night, and Carla, next time you call wear a short skirt, without panties, okay.
Her: Mmm I understand. Till then.

Me: Till then, kisses Carla. (end of call)

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Summary: Conner comes through with a new couple to join the group for prom, but fails to ensure the girl Natalie is prepared for the after prom plans. Sarah meets with Natalie to convince her to be part of the orgy, leading to the girls experimenting with the strap-on. Ali finally gets to end her week of orgasm training, but things don’t go well and she objects to being told the girls all have to get tattoos

This is a 28 chapter long form story. If you are finding this for the first time, I would encourage you to go back and read from Chapter 1 to get the most enjoyment from the overall story. Enjoy!

Conner called Sarah later that afternoon with the good news that he had found the extra couple to join them for prom night, Joe and Natalie. Joe being another football player didn’t surprise Sarah. She knew him of course, but not well. With his dark hair and a dark complexion, Sarah guessed he probably had an Italian heritage. Attractive and strong as an ox, Sarah immediately pictured him fucking her while she clutched his tight abs, bringing a quick tingle to her pussy.

Natalie also presented an interesting option. Being in the grade below Sarah, she didn’t know Natalie as well, but she definitely had a reputation as a party girl and acted pretty slutty most of the time, so that boded well. Sarah guessed Natalie to be 5’7” or 5’8” tall with very blonde hair, almost platinum. Given that it most likely came out of a bottle, Sarah wondered what her natural hair color might be. She always wore a lot of eye makeup, sometimes with sparkle accents, and cheap clothes that showed off her enormous boobs. Walking down the hall, her tits usually looked ready to bounce out of whatever tight, low-cut top she wore. Nevertheless, Sarah couldn’t deny that Natalie had some real beauty under the cheap adornments.

At parties, Natalie was usually either very drunk or very stoned, or both, and all over whatever guy she was with. She had started dating Joe earlier in the school year and had calmed down a lot, but still wore her very trashy clothes. Sarah knew that Natalie’s family had even less money than hers and thought she remembered that her parents were divorced. Having heard the rumors that Natalie’s mother suffered from alcoholism, which probably led to why her father had wanted out, also probably explained why Natalie acted the way she did.

“Hmm. Probably not my first pick, but not bad. And you are sure they are down for what we have planned? You explained everything?” she asked.

“Well, I talked to Joe. He said that he and Natalie had talked about having a threesome before and she seemed down with it. He definitely is. He wants to bang you and Jenny for sure.”

Sarah sighed. She could tell he hadn’t really prepped them at all. “Did you tell him that it is going to be a full-on orgy or not?”

She heard Conner groan and he stammered, “I said that the girls wanted to take turns having sex with us. And he told me that Natalie would play along. He was sure of it.”

“God damn it Conner! That’s not what I told you. We want to have a full-blown orgy. Not taking turns. I don’t want this whole thing ruined because they freak out when we really get started. Did you even tell him about the rest of it? About the pegging?” she asked emphatically while covering her mouth with her hand as much as possible to make sure nobody else in the house heard.

“Well, no. But I figured that if he saw us doing it, that he would go along. Or maybe we should just skip that part.”

Sarah tried to calm herself, but she could feel the anger bubbling up. “Do you want to fuck my ass or not? Have three girls blow you at the same time? Do you ever want to fucking touch my pussy again?!” she said exasperated. “Look, this is going to be one of the greatest nights of your life. But not if you screw it up for me, understand? You get him to agree to what I want, or you never get to fuck any of us ever again! And you can find a new date for prom or just sit around and jerk off all night!”

“Okay, okay! Relax! I’ll….I’ll talk to him. Why is this so important? Why can’t it just be more…, you know…., normal?”

“I don’t want normal Conner. I want what we agreed to, and what you promised you would help me get. I’ve done a lot for you, right? Given you a lot? And I’ve kept all of your secrets. You want me to go on keeping your secrets, don’t you? Or should I just show everyone the pictures I have? I might just have to do that if you fuck this up for me. I want this night to be perfect.”

Conner sighed heavily into the phone. “Fine. I’ll talk to him, and you know, explain it. But he gets to fuck your ass too, right? I can promise him that? You and Jenny?”

“Yes, Conner. Tell him that you tried it and it gave you the best orgasm of your life. And he gets to fuck us any way he wants. You make us happy and we do anything you guys want. How many guys would give their left nut for a deal like that?” she chuckled and softened. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a bitch. You get him to agree and I’ll talk to Natalie and make sure she is ‘really’ down for this. I doubt he has told her anything. And thank you for helping. I do appreciate it and I will make it worth your while. I promise.”

“You’re gonna kill me girl,” he said sarcastically.

“No, I’m going to treat you like a king!” she teased back. “I’ll tell you what, you talk to Joe and get him to agree and then come over Monday after school and I’ll show you how much I appreciate you?”

Appealing to his lust always worked with Conner. “Deal! I’ll get it done. Don’t worry.” Sarah told him to text her Natalie’s phone number before getting off the phone and then laid on her bed trying to think of the best way to make sure Natalie would agree as well.

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Ali looked tired the next morning at the spa, but said she felt so relieved that her ‘edging’ training had finally ended that morning. With Mr. Michaels instructions for her to arrive at his house at 3:00pm, she still fidgeted nervously about what he had planned but confided that she couldn’t wait to finally get to have an orgasm after so long. As they got ready in the locker room, Sarah noticed Ali’s pussy glistening with wetness and sympathized with her friend’s plight.

“I like your necklace Jenny,” Ali commented while they put on their thick robes. “Is that new?”

Blushing, Jenny grabbed the small hummingbird pendant and held it up for Ali to take a closer look. “Yes, just got it. It’s a hummingbird. Kind of my new symbol I guess you’d say,” she replied while stealing a quick knowing glance to Sarah.

“Very pretty. Suits you,” Ali stated.

“Let’s get in there. I am ready for a massage!” Sarah exclaimed, trying to change the subject. As she lay on the massage table, her mind reviewed at least part of what Ali was in for that afternoon, wondering how Ali would take the news, especially about the tattoo. Ali didn’t have any tattoos and Sarah felt sure that Ali would not react well. Her thoughts also lingered on Natalie. Having texting her the day before, she had arranged for Natalie to come over to her house after lunch and she had also warned Mr. Michaels to be sure to record their interaction. She didn’t know how it would go but figured having a record of it couldn’t hurt. An hour of deep rubbing did little to settle her nerves.

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Natalie arrived at Sarah’s house just after 1:00pm. Fortunately, the house ended up being empty with her dad off playing golf, her mother running errands all afternoon and her sister hanging out at a friend’s house. With Natalie wearing a pretty typical low cut tank top with a white lace push up bra, Sarah could see how the bra pushed her tits half out of the tight top and showed the lace around the edges. Her dramatic eye shadow came out to the sides in a cat’s eye with small rhinestones to accentuate the upper lid and the tips on the side.

After getting her a drink, she led the slutty looking girl up to her room. They sat on her bed and Sarah made sure that the camera would get the perfect angle of them as they talked. “Thanks for coming Natalie. I know we don’t know each other too well. By the way, I just love your eye makeup. It’s very sexy.” Sarah wanted to put her at ease.

“Thank you! I’ve always liked making it look really dramatic.”

“It definitely works. You’re very pretty.”

Natalie blushed a little and looked down for second or two. “Thank you,” she said shyly. “So, Joe told me about the plans for prom, and I guessed you wanted to talk about that?”

“Yes. Exactly! I knew you would get it. We are all really excited. So what did Joe tell you?”

“He said you got a limo for prom and that you had room for two more people. So Conner asked if we wanted to join.”

“Yep. And we are going out for a nice dinner first. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“Oh hell ya! I’ve never ridden in a limo before.”

“Me neither. I think Jenny has, but it will be a first for me too,” Sarah replied.

Natalie looked embarrassed, but she pushed forward anyway. “And then he said that for after prom you got a hotel room. That we could go there afterward to…party. He said it was a suite, so we would be able to have some….privacy.” Her hesitancy clearly indicating that she understood at least partially what had been planned.

“We do. A really nice suite with alcohol and I think Jenny is going to bring some weed. We will definitely all be able to party.” She paused to figure out how to say the next part. “But I wanted to make sure that you understood exactly how we want to party and I knew the boys wouldn’t explain it to you.” She took a breath and decided to just throw it out there. “We want to have sex. Together. Not just one on one.”

Natalie looked confused. “You mean like take turns having sex with each other?”

Sarah shook her head. “No. I mean like have sex all together at one time.” She looked at Natalie and waited for a reaction.

Natalie furrowed her brow. “Like an orgy? Is that what you mean?” The hint of shock on her face let Sarah know that she hadn’t anticipated that kind of party.

“Yes. Joe told Conner that you two have talked about having a threesome before. He said that he thought you were into having sex with multiple partners.”

Natalie rolled her eyes and let her head roll back. “Well, I mean we have talked about a threesome a few times, sure. You know, like if we were a little drunk and he asked if I would be open to having another girl join us or something. I mean, I’ve heard of other people doing it and I’ve always been curious of course. But we haven’t ever gone through with it. You have?”

“Will you promise to keep my secret?” Sarah asked.

“Yeah, sure. I won’t tell anyone.”

Sarah nodded. “I’ve had a threesome with two girls and a boy. And one with two boys and me. Even one with three girls.”

Natalie’s eyes got really big and she leaned in toward Sarah. “Wow! I never would have guessed. I didn’t think you were that…adventurous.”

Sarah laughed and patted Natalie’s knee. “It’s okay. You can say slutty! I definitely can be. But I don’t want everyone to know about it. So we are all really careful.” Natalie still looked stunned. Sarah kept her hand on Natalie’s knee intentionally.

She watched Natalie’s eyes look carefully at her hand touching her, but waited patiently and didn’t move it. After a minute, Natalie asked timidly, “So you’ve done it with just girls too? Like a lesbian thing?”

“Yes. I don’t consider myself a lesbian, but I do like having sex with girls. Have you ever tried it?”

“Had sex with a girl?” Natalie responded rhetorically. The blush confirmed for Sarah that Natalie was curious, and she still didn’t try to remove Sarah’s hand. “No.”

“Do you think you would want to try? Or try a threesome?”

Natalie seemed to consider before slowly shaking her head. “I don’t know if I could. I mean, a lot of people already think I’m…trashy. If something like this got around….I just don’t think I could.”

Taking it slow, she wanted to be careful to not scare the girl. “So it’s not that you aren’t interested, it’s just that you are worried about what other people might think, right?” she asked very softly.

Pulling her eyes up, she looked Sarah straight in the face. “I guess so,” she replied quietly.

“What if I could promise you that the boys won’t talk about it. That as long as you don’t say anything, nobody but us would know about it?”

Natalie shook her head. “How could you do that? Guys always talk about sex. They always brag.” She seemed thoughtful for a long minute. “Half the reason I dress like this is because once I started letting guys feel me up, it spread around like crazy and everyone would call me a slut or a whore. I mean, I have big tits, so they are always grabbing and trying to see them or whatever. I finally figured, if I am going to get called that anyway, I might as well look the part.” She seemed sad.

“I get it,” Sarah said nodding sympathetically. “We all feel that way. But I can promise because I’ve done it. And I can tell you how and I promise that I will do it for us this time as well.”

“Ok. How?” she asked, now obviously intriguing.

“I get them to do something embarrassing and make a video. Kind of the price to get me to do something they want. That way, if they ever try to spread a rumor about me, I’ll spread something much worse about them. Something that they definitely wouldn’t want to get out about them.”

“So blackmail. Like what?” she asked with a conspiratorial tone.

Sarah shook her head. “It’s only blackmail if I use it to hurt them. I don’t want to ever show it to anyone. So it’s more like insurance. Because I only need to make sure that they will keep things to themselves. Same thing goes with girls. I can’t share secrets about the boys without being sure I can trust in your silence.” Taking a brief pause before she continued, “But I will share if you will do something for me.”

Natalie scowled and looked suspicious. “What do I have to do?”

“Let me make a video of me fucking you with a strap-on dildo,” she stated.

Natalie didn’t react right away, but then threw her head back and laughed loudly. “You can’t be serious!”

“Yes I’m serious. Look Natalie, I know you are curious. I can see it in your eyes. You want to know what sex with another woman is like. Probably have been curious to try for a long time. I know I was. And you want to know what I have over the boys. Which I promise will more than satisfy you. You are also thinking about how great it would be to try having more than one cock at a time after prom. Which again, I can promise is even better than you can imagine. But I need to be able to trust you.”

Natalie shook her head and eyed Sarah for an extended period while she considered. “Do you have one?”

“A strap-on? Sure.”

“Can I see it?”

“Of course!” Sarah got off the bed and reached underneath to her hidden stash of toys. She pulled the box out and took out some sweaters that covered the incriminating items. Standing back up, she hooked her fingers into her shorts and underwear and lowered them seductively before stepping out of them and immodestly showed off her perfect peach.

“Do you wax your pussy?” Natalie exclaimed. “It looks so smooth.”

Reaching forward, Sarah took Natalie’s hand and gently pulled it over to her, getting little resistance like she hoped. “Feel,” she said as she ran Natalie’s fingers up along her slit and across her bare pubes.

“Oh wow! That IS so smooth. Didn’t it hurt?”

“Worth it for how good it feels. Especially to the tongue.” Sarah drew Natalie’s fingers up her slit again, but this time more slowly and deeper between the folds, until they flicked over her clit making her purr in response. “Yes, that feels so good. But first things first.” Sarah reached down and picked up the strap-on and let Natalie examine it. “Now watch,” she instructed as she took it back. “You step into the straps and pull the harness up into place,” she continued.

Sarah sucked on her two forefingers getting them wet with saliva and ran them between her spread labia before inserting the dildo into her pussy. Once positioned, she tightened the straps around her thighs and waist and held her hands out in presentation. “Now I’m the one that gets to do the fucking.” Twisting her hips to make the fake dick swing back and forth, she exclaimed, “Voila!”

Natalie reached out and touched it gingerly. Gaining confidence, she soon grabbed and stroked it like a real dick. “It’s big. But it feels like a real one. Soft like skin.”

“It feels real inside of you as well.” Feeling bold, Sarah moved forward and kissed Natalie, softly at first with growing firmness. Natalie didn’t pull away, but didn’t react initially either. Eventually she started to kiss back. Sarah eased her tongue into Natalie’s mouth until the girl’s resistance eroded and the two moved closer into a real embrace, continuing to kiss like lovers.

Breaking the embrace with an excited sigh, Sarah moved to set her phone in a holder on the dresser next to the hidden camera and started recording a video. Natalie looked nervous and hesitant when Sarah returned to her. “Do we really have to record this? I don’t know if I can do it.”

“Don’t lose your nerve now sweetheart,” Sarah said trying to comfort her. She got back on the bed next to Natalie and put her hand on Natalie’s arm. “I promise, this will be one of the best experiences of your life. It was for me.” She leaned forward and kissed Natalie again, biting lightly on her lower lip.

Again, Natalie’s resistance soon melted as she moaned and breathed deeply at Sarah’s advances. Growing ever more emboldened, Sarah raised her hand up to Natalie’s breast, caressing and squeezing the soft flesh through her top. Sarah couldn’t believe how big it was having never held a breast that large. Moving directly, she grabbed the hem of the tank top and pulled it up over Natalie’s head, stopping the deep and passionate kissing for only a second. Slipping her hand under the bra strap into the cup, she fondled Natalie’s tit, feeling the nipple get hard against her palm, still amazed that she could barely get her hand around the soft mammary.

Sarah slid the bra straps down her arms low enough to expose both breasts. Squeezing them in her hands while kissing down Natalie’s neck before going lower to kiss the top of each breast. Natalie’s tits were soft and very pliable in her hands. Pulling back for just a second, she admired the large deep red nipples sitting atop areolas almost the size of the top of a soup can. Sarah latched onto the right one and sucked the huge nipple into her mouth, unable to get the whole areola inside despite her opening her mouth as wide as possible.

Natalie responded by groaning more loudly, moving to cradle Sarah head in the hands. Alternating between sucking and lightly biting on the nipple, Sarah enjoying toying with the hard, finger width piece of flesh, rewarded with feeling a shiver run through Natalie as her hands tighten on her head. Sarah lightly pinched the other nipple and continued to massage both breasts. Squeezing the globes together, she moved back and forth between then playing with both stiff nipples.

Sarah continued to suck on a nipple as her hands moved around to the back to release the clasp and threw the bra to the side. She pushed Natalie down on the bed and pulled Natalie’s shorts and underwear off in one quick motion and threw them to the ground as well. Suddenly feeling overwhelmed, Natalie breathlessly commented, “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Maybe we shouldn’t. I’ve never been with another woman. I don’t know if I can.”

But her protests lacked conviction and she did nothing to stop Sarah from lifting one of Natalie’s legs over to Sarah’s other side to fully expose her pussy. Sarah could see already how wet Natalie’s pussy had become and admired the beauty of it. Her pubic hair formed a neatly shaved triangle over large dark pink labia that slightly spread open before her.

Taking her time, Sarah ran her hands up and down Natalie’s thighs using just the fingertips. “Just relax and let me show you how different sex with a woman can be than a man. I’m going to be so soft and make you cum so hard. You will love it. Just trust me.” She ran her fingers through the pubic hair and down the outside of the labia and then the backs of her fingertips up the inner thighs to Natalie’s knees. The drawn out teasing had the desired effect and Sarah smiled as she watched Natalie grind her hips in anticipation.

With heavy eyelids, Natalie kept her gaze on Sarah watching every move. Nevertheless, Sarah could feel Natalie continue to relax. “Tell me Natalie. Tell me you want me to eat your cunt and give you an orgasm. Tell me you want to feel my tongue on your clit.”

Natalie let out several small groans. With a tortured expression, she said very quietly and very tentatively, “I want you to go down on me. I want to…to feel your mouth.” Sarah shook her head slowly and continued to tease Natalie, running the back of one finger up the girl’s slit, through the dripping moisture, ending in a small twirl around her clit getting a deeper moan from Natalie in response.

“Not what I said Natalie. You have to say it exactly as I told you. ‘I want you to eat my cunt and give me an orgasm. I want to feel your tongue on my clit.’” Sarah punctuated her directions with another stoke up the girl’s moist pussy and two more swirls around her clit before pulling the labia open and leaning closer.

Natalie closed her eyes and took several breaths. “I want you to eat my…eat my cunt and give me an orgasm.” She moaned again at another touch from Sarah. “I want to feel your tongue on my clit,” she repeated anxiously.

Sarah moved closer and blew lightly on her naked clit. “Look over at the camera and say it again. Louder this time. I want to hear you beg.” Dropping her tongue just enough to touch Natalie’s clit, she flicked it with just the tip of her tongue barely touching it.

Sarah didn’t look up but heard Natalie plead the request again, louder with more confidence. Sarah lowered her mouth and drew her tongue over the outer labia. Taking long licks from the bottom to the top and over the clit hood. She spread the lips wider and dug deeper and continued to pick up the frequency to Natalie’s clear enjoyment. Natalie’s hands returned to Sarah’s head. “Oh my god, you are so soft,” she exclaimed.

Sarah very lightly kissed her clit and very lightly used only slightly more pressure with her tongue to play with it. Natalie moaned louder and ground her hips up higher. Inserting two fingers into her pussy, Sarah sucked on her clit while slowly thrusting into her. She consciously drew out Natalie’s reaction, knowing there was no reason to hurry and wanting this experience to burn into Natalie’s memory. She edged her repeatedly, backing off just enough each time she could feel Natalie get close, until the girl begged and practically forced Sarah’s face into her sopping wet pussy.

Confident that Natalie would explode any second, Sarah finger fucked her hard and focused her attention on Natalie’s throbbing clit. Her long continuous moan broke with and excited, “Oh my God!!” as she pushed her hips off the bed before groaning loudly in a drawn-out orgasm. Sarah kept up her efforts throughout the extended climax, stopping only when Natalie collapsed against the bed and her body went limp. Kissing her pussy one last time, she moved up on top of her, into her arms, with the strap-on laying on her stomach.

They kissed for several long minutes before breaking. “Oh my God, that was amazing. Unbelievable.” Natalie said looking into Sarah’s eyes.

“We’re not done. And the next part is even better. I love fucking girls. It feels so good to be the one thrusting into someone else. You are going to love trying it too. But you first,” Sarah told her. She kissed Natalie again and moved one hand down to run the head of her dildo up and down Natalie’s pussy. “Pull your legs up for me,” she instructed.

Natalie bent her legs and pulled them up by the backs of her knees. Positioning the strap-on to her vaginal opening, Sarah pushed forward slowly driving the thick fake dick into her new friend. Natalie let go of her legs and wrapped her arms around Sarah’s waist. She groaned loudly as Sarah worked the cock deeper. “It’s so BIG! Oh fuck. It’s so thick! Fuck me. Please fuck me!”

Sarah got into a rhythm and used the full length of the phallus to fuck the girl very deeply, but very slowly, letting Natalie feel every inch. “It feels good to me too Nat. The other side is in my pussy and pressing on my clit. You’re fucking me at the same time.” Sarah moaned herself for effect as she picked up the pace. Laying on top of Natalie while her hips stayed in constant motion, she could feel the cushion of the pillowy breasts against her own tits. Their hard nipples pressed against each other. Sarah nuzzled Natalie’s neck while her hips continued to fuck the girl.

“I’m going to cum Natalie. I want to hear you cum with me. We are going to do this together.” She could hear the slap of the harness against Natalie’s pelvis as she moved in and out of the girl easily, with Natalie’s pussy dripping with as much excitement as her own. Natalie continued to groan at the pounding, building to a new climax. Sarah had to hold herself back to wait for Natalie, but she resolved to make Natalie cum before she did.

Before much longer, Natalie yelled out and dug her fingernails into Sarah’s back. “I’m cumming!” Natalie exclaimed as her body tensed and her legs squeezed into Sarah’s sides. Sarah gave it five or six more very powerful thrusts before she let her own orgasm go and moaned loudly into Natalie’s ear.

“You’re such a sexy bitch! Oh fuck this pussy feels so good. Fuck me back! Make me cum!” She felt Natalie push up against her as Sarah’s orgasm shook her body. With her hands still wrapped behind Natalie and holding her shoulders, Sarah dug her fingernails into Natalie and raked them down her back. Sarah’s legs trembled and she felt the flutter in her stomach. As soon as it finished, Sarah collapsed on top of the bigger girl, to their combined groans and gasps for breath to recover. Sarah noted how tightly Natalie held her in that position.

Sarah picked her head up and kissed Natalie again, which she enthusiastically returned, sliding her tongue deep into Sarah’s mouth. When they finally broke, Natalie asked, “Is it always like that? With another girl I mean?”

Sarah chuckled, “With the right girls, yes. And you are going to get a chance to experience others this weekend. If you want.”

“Wow,” was all Natalie could say.

They laid next to each other for a couple of minutes. “All right Nat. Your turn,” Sarah announced. She sat up and Natalie looked like she wanted to protest. “Nope, I don’t want to hear it. You’re going to do it. Only fair.”

Surrendering once she saw Sarah’s determined face, Natalie followed instructions and stood up by the bed in front of Sarah. Sarah loosened the straps and lowered the harness, pulling the internal dildo glistening with her own pussy juice out of her own vagina. Kneeling down, she helped Natalie step into the harness before pulling it up. With the dildo still wet, she inserted it into Natalie getting a small gasp followed by an appreciative moan once it found home. Sarah made quick work of securing the harness in place and retrieved her phone while Natalie jiggled her new appendage. The girls had fun taking several photos of Natalie in different poses handling her first penis, making each other laugh.

After returning the phone to the cradle and starting a new recording, Sarah jumped back up on the bed and motioning Natalie over to join her as she laid down. Natalie moved awkwardly as she got used to the strap-on between her legs, but soon joined Sarah, kissing her mouth hungrily before making the journey down Sarah’s body, stopping to suck and play with Sarah’s tits. “Have you ever played with another woman’s breasts before?” she asked. With a shy smile, Natalie admitted that she hadn’t saying the farthest she had ever gotten was touching another girl’s tits just to compare size and firmness to her own. She took her time on Sarah’s, obviously enjoying Sarah’s response and direction.

Sarah had to push Natalie’s reluctant head lower down her body, but she obediently complied. First kissing and licking Sarah’s navel, obviously stalling before going lower. Sarah let her take her time, but before long the novice faced her first pussy. Watching Natalie spread her smaller pussy lips open in her initial exploration of another woman made Sarah remember the feeling of the first time she had been in the same situation.

After the thorough close-up examination, Sarah instructed, “I want to feel your tongue lick from the bottom to the top. Go slow.” Sarah continued to direct Natalie through the entire cunniligus exercise. She made Natalie tongue fuck her vagina, and face fucked her through two orgasms, making sure to glaze Natalie’s face and nose with her juices.

“I want you to fuck me now Natalie. I want to hear you tell me how badly you want to fuck my pussy. I like to feel controlled, so I want you to be aggressive and force me, even if I protest. And I want you to fuck me hard.”

To Sarah’s surprise, Natalie got into it and at one point had Sarah’s legs pressed up hard into her chest, yelling at her to “Take it bitch! I’m going to fuck you as hard as I want and you are going to take it!” Sarah played up the whole scene encouraging Natalie the whole time, feeding her the lines to say. Not that she thought she would ever need it, but if she did need to control Natalie, having a video that showed Natalie forcing herself onto a helpless victim would be more damning.

After Sarah orgasmed hard from Natalie’s first strap-on fucking attempt, Sarah stopped Natalie from pulling out and admitted to her, “So here is how we control the boys. We are going to get videos of us fucking them in the ass with the strap-on. It’s called ‘pegging’ when a girl does it to a boy.”

Natalie looked shocked and then incredulous. “No way! There is no way those boys are going to let you do that.” She shook her head.

Sarah smirked before countering, “We already have with two of them. And Conner is going to make sure that Terrance and your boyfriend agree to it as well.”

Natalie’s mouth fell open. “Joe?! Joe’s not going to agree. That’s crazy.”

“You’d be surprised. He will if he wants to have an orgy with four willing girls that will fuck him silly and do anything he wants. He will if he wants to fuck us in the ass as well. You would be amazed at what boys will do to get a girl to give them anything they want. Those little heads totally take over and make them do just about whatever they are told.”

“And you’ve done this?” Natalie asked again, clearly skeptical.

“Yes. Several times. It’s part of the reason I know that Conner won’t ever betray us. Why he has always stayed silent. You’ve never heard him saying anything about Jenny and I? Have you?”

“No. No, I guess not.” Sarah let Natalie take all of this in.

“Remember that first time that Conner and I were supposed to get together and then he told everyone that we didn’t get together because he forgot about a doctor appointment?”

“Oh yeah. I remember that. So you really did get together?”

“Yes. And I got him to do something embarrassing and then made him promise to tell everyone that he had to cancel. And to stay quiet every time we got together after that.”

Natalie nodded. And then her brow furrowed, “And you’d let Joe fuck you in the ass next weekend?”

“As long as you are okay with it,” Sarah confirmed with a nod herself. “How do you feel about that?”

Natalie took a long moment to think about it. “Well, I mean if we are all going to be fucking each other anyway, I guess I’m okay with it.” She considered again. “Do I have to have anal sex?”

“Again, only if you want to. You can leave that to the rest of us if you are uncomfortable with it,” Sarah answered. “Would you like to try fucking one of the boys?”

“Hmm. I don’t know. I’ve never considered anything like that,” Natalie admitted.

“Do you want to try it right now? You can fuck my ass and see what you think about it,” Sarah offered. Secretly wanting Natalie to do it to make the video that much more damning, she also admonished herself with a small sigh at how easily she had taken up manipulating other people.

“REALLY?! You would be okay with that? And let me…, you know…do that to you?”

Sarah smiled. “Of course honey. Pull back out of me.” Natalie sat back on her knees and pulled the dildo out of Sarah. Sarah had grabbed the lube and put it on the bed while she had gotten Natalie into the harness originally. Retrieving it, she got a big glob on her fingers and rubbed it all around and into her asshole followed by putting more on Natalie’s faux penis and stroking a thick layer all over it. Natalie just watched with rapt attention. Sarah laid back down and pulled her legs back to her chest and lifted her ass off the bed. “Okay, come back to me now and press against my butthole.”

Natalie leaned forward, obviously uncertain. She held the slick dildo and pressed it against Sarah’s puckered rear entry. “Just go slow,” she coached. Natalie tried to push forward, but the head slipped up Sarah’s crack. “That’s okay. It takes a few tries to get it right. Just try to use your hand to guide it. And once you feel it start to go in, go really slow to let me get adjusted.” Natalie tried several more times only to have the dildo slip in the wrong direction each time and threatened to give up.

With her continued encouragement to keep trying, Sarah eventually felt the head of the cock press into her while she took a deep breath to relax. Natalie pushed a little too hard too fast, but Sarah didn’t complain for fear of scaring the girl and ended up just grunting a little at the rough intrusion. Despite all of the anal sex she had had over the previous several months, her asshole still felt very tight at the initial penetration. Natalie pressed it deeper, amazed as Sarah allowed the huge girth of the big dildo into herself.

“Oh my God! You’ve stuck it in my ass. You’re fucking me in the ass Natalie. Please stop! Oh that fucking hurts!” she screamed out. Natalie looked panicked and started to pull out. Grabbing her quickly, Sarah promised that she didn’t really mean it, and just liked to playact while having anal sex to make it feel dirty and forced to get her off more. Natalie still looked confused but went back to butt-fucking her new friend. Sarah stopped protesting and just grunted heavily while throwing her head from one side to the other.

Knowing that with the video edited it would look like Natalie forced her to have anal sex, Sarah was satisfied she had plenty of incriminating evidence if she ever needed it. Not that she thought she would but still better safe than sorry.

With that out of the way, Sarah focused on getting into Natalie’s efforts, encouraging her to fuck even harder and faster. Natalie held Sarah’s legs back and Sarah started to rub her own clit in wide circles with the flat of her fingers. “Oh fuck yes Natalie. Oh my God. Just like that!” Natalie grabbed Sarah’s thighs and drove the strap-on as deep as she could. The intense release of the anal orgasm made Sarah scream out while her legs resting against Natalie’s shoulders shook violently as her body thrashed.

Natalie came to rest as Sarah’s orgasm subsided and watched in amazement as Sarah gasped and gulped air while she recovered. Natalie exclaimed, “Holy shit! That was incredible. You just came so hard! Is it different that way?”

Sarah struggled to focus and felt a little dizzy. “Not always and not for everyone. But it always makes my orgasms more intense. I originally thought I would hate it, but the more I do it, the more I seem to like it.” Taking more cleansing breaths, she tried to calm down. “The boys say it makes them cum harder too. I think that is the main reason that we were able to get them agree to do it again for us.”

Natalie stayed in the same position looking intently at Sarah. “I think we can be done now sweetie,” Sarah said.

“Oh my God! I’m sorry. Of course.” As she started to pull the dildo out of its resting place, Sarah had to move quickly to stop her.

“Whoa! Hold on there baby girl. You have to go slow, okay?” She laughed and Natalie joined in. Natalie finished extricating the toy and Sarah helped her get out of the harness and took it into the bathroom to clean both the toy and herself.

When she got back, Natalie still lay naked in Sarah’s bed. Rolling over onto her side, she asked, “Have you always been a lesbian? Or bi-sexual, I guess?” Without answering, Sarah crawled back into bed, snuggling up to her, kissing her fervently while clutching Natalie’s supple breast. She marveled at how such a skinny girl could have such giant natural tits.

“No. Actually, my first time with another girl was just like three months ago. God it’s hard to believe that is all it is. And I still prefer sex with men overall, but sex with women is pretty awesome, so I’m glad I gave it a try.” She chuckled and continued, “So I guess that means you beat me on that score.”

Natalie looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you’re a year younger. So you figured out that sex with women can be just a rewarding sooner than I did. I mean, assuming you enjoyed this afternoon and don’t regret it.”

Now Natalie laughed. “No, I definitely don’t regret it. That blew my mind.” Natalie got quiet and looked slightly upset. “Can I tell you something? A secret? Just between you and I?”

“Of course Nat. After this afternoon, you know I’ll keep your secrets just like you’ll keep mine. I don’t betray confidences. What’s bothering you?” she asked a little concerned.

“Well, it’s just that your wrong.” She frowned and sighed before continuing. “I’m not younger than you,” she said barely above a whisper.

“What do you mean? You’re a junior. Aren’t you 17?”

Natalie shook her head. “No. I’m…19.” She looked at Sarah and waited for a comment, but Sarah just waiting for an explanation. “You know I’m not very good at school. I barely pass my classes. I’ve never been very good. My parents held me back after kindergarten because the teacher said that I was behind the other students.” She took a deep breath and then let out a big sigh. “And then, well, I kinda flunked seventh grade. That’s why my parents had to move to this area because I refused to go to school and get made fun of with being behind everyone else in my class and being called an idiot.” Sarah thought Natalie might cry. “Please don’t make fun of me,” she pleaded.

Sarah kissed her and hugged her. “I would never make fun of you Nat. And I will keep your secret. But I’m also sorry you feel like you have to keep that secret. You shouldn’t have to feel bad for just having trouble in school.”

“People can be mean.”

“I know. I’ve felt it at times as well. I think we all have.”

“That’s also why I dress the way I do. And die my hair. If they are going to call me a dumb blonde anyway, I might as well go along and get the attention.”

Sarah brushed Natalie’s hair out of her face and over her ear. “Poor baby. I think you and I are going to be good friends. And have fun together. But one thing is sure, your secret is safe with me.”

While she continued to comfort her, Sarah wondered how much Mr. Michaels would enjoy fucking his new big breasted slave. Because she felt sure that she would be able to deliver this one easily.

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Sarah and Natalie ate each other out to another orgasm before Natalie got dressed to head home. They discussed prom again, and Natalie confirmed that she would be okay with the orgy afterward, even saying that she looked forward to it. When Sarah asked if she wanted to be the one to ‘peg’ Joe, she just said that she needed time to think about it and would let her know.

A couple of hours after Natalie left, Ali called Sarah and asked if they could meet and talk. Knowing Ali had her appointment with Mr. Michaels, she had expected the call and had also expected Ali to sound as upset as she sounded.

Waiting by the door for Ali to arrive, Sarah ran out to jump in Ali’s car as soon as she pulled up. Ali hooked her thumb under her necklace and held it out without looking at Sarah. Similar to Sarah’s, it was white gold with a four-leaf clover pendant that had a few green gems. Sarah also saw the bracelet on her wrist with two small four-leaf clover charms hanging from it. “I guess I get it now.” Not waiting for a response, she put the car in drive and pulled away. The girls sat in silence for ten minutes until they pulled into a mostly empty parking lot of a park.

Ali sighed and asked, “Why didn’t you warn me? Obviously, you and Jenny got the same jewelry and instructions.”

Sarah couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Come on Ali. You have to get this by now. You know he told us we had to keep quiet until he told you. Don’t you think we would have warned you if we could? We don’t get a choice any more than you do.”

Ali nodded slightly. “Yeah, I guess.” Looking straight ahead she didn’t say anything for a few minutes before turning back to Sarah. “So I’m the four-leaf clover and Jenny is the hummingbird, right? What are you?”

Sarah pulled her leg up and showed off her ankle bracelet. “The butterfly.”

Ali looked closely and nodded. “But what about this fucking tattoo thing. Are we really going to do this? I don’t want a fucking tattoo! I mean, that is like permanent. Is this shit ever going to end Sarah?” Ali didn’t wait for a response and just sobbed silently.

Sarah reached over and put her hand on Ali’s shoulder, trying to comfort her. “Tell me the rest. Tell me everything that happened.”

Looking at her with tears rolling down her cheeks, she mustered her strength to start. “Okay. So I got over there, early to make sure I wouldn’t get in trouble. And with only a thin tight t-shirt and short skirt with no underwear so I wouldn’t get in trouble with that again. He made me bow and tell him I was his devoted slave and all that. And then he asked me if I had done all of my training correctly. I told him I did. No orgasms and I sent my video each time.”

”He just said, ‘We’ll see’, and grabbed my arm and took me downstairs. There were videos of me on the TV playing in a loop. All of the things I have done. Even some of the videos I had just taken for him that week. I looked like such a slut in all of them. He took off my clothes and put me back on the chair and strapped me down again. Just feeling the air against exposed pussy made me want to cum.”

She sighed before continuing, “Then he put the hitachi on me and I thought I was going to die. He kept edging me, making me beg and then he would stop. I don’t know how many times, but it felt like forever. I even begged him to slap me or pinch my nipples to help me, but he wouldn’t. In fact, he sometimes put the hitachi on my nipples or sucked on them really lightly which made it worse.”

“And he licked my pussy a couple of times too. My pussy was like a faucet leaking everywhere. He told me I was doing good and I thought it was finally over and then he grabbed one of those dildo’s on a stick things and started edging me with that. I still managed to stop each time. But then he fucked me with the dildo while holding the vibrator on my clit. I told him I couldn’t stop, that it felt too good.” She looked over at Sarah with big expressive eyes.

“I screamed for him to stop. He told me ten more seconds and it would be over, but I still couldn’t stop myself and I came so hard. It went on and on. He never stopped and just kept fucking me. I don’t know. It was like a bunch of small ones or just one big long one, because it just kept going.”

Sarah just listened and nodded to the whole de***********ion, knowing he intended for Ali to fail no matter what she did, but didn’t say anything. A classic Mr. Michaels mind fuck. Ali took a deep breath and kept going, “Then he pulled it out of me and looked pissed. He said, ‘So I see your training didn’t work. A whole week of practice and you fuck it up right away.’ Then he slapped my pussy really hard several times and yelled, ‘This is MY pussy you little slut. It cums only when I say it can come. Now say it!’”

“I was so confused and my pussy still stung and I didn’t understand and he grabbed my hair and said right in my face, ‘Say it is your pussy Master. It only cums when you say it can cum.’ So I said it and he made me say four more times. Then he fucked me again with the dildo and the vibrator and I…I…,” her breath hitched trying to get it out, “I came again and he slapped me again. And I like told him how sorry I was and that I would do better.” She looked at Sarah with a completely resigned expression.

“He didn’t say anything for a long time, but then came back and told me I had two options. I could either repeat my week of orgasm training, doing exactly what I did before, including not being allowed to cum on prom night, or I could stay with him Wednesday night for a totally different punishment. I can’t do another week of training and I didn’t want to fuck up prom, so I told him I would take the other punishment. I have no idea what it will be.” She just shook her head.

“But he at least stopped and let me go from the chair. He took me over to the massage table and laid down and told me get on top and fuck him. I sucked his dick until he got hard and I got on top and fucked him. Feeling him in me with his hands squeezing my tits made me need to cum almost immediately, but thankfully he had told me I could as much as I wanted to until I got him off. I think I came like three times before he finally came in me. He made me lick all of the cum off his dick. I’m getting pretty used to the taste at least.”

She sighed and looked at Sarah before continuing. “He had me sit on the table and brought over a jewelry box. He explained that my new symbol is the four-leaf clover. I guess because I have red hair or something. He told me that all of us would now be required to wear at least one piece at all times. I didn’t really see a problem with that.”

“But then he told me about the tattoo. I told him I wouldn’t do that. No way. And he SLAPPED ME! Right across my face! He said, ‘You will fucking get whatever I tell you to get and you will get this! Or we go back to square one and I turn you over to the police and your parents. It’s still your choice. Decide.’ I just started crying and said okay. I was so stunned. But I don’t know Sarah. How can I do this? A tattoo is permanent! Are you really going to do this too? I mean, I am assuming we all have to do this, right?”

Sarah nodded. “Yes. All of us. It is his mark to prove we are his. He gave us each a symbol and I guess this mark demonstrates we are always willing to obey. I don’t want one either, but I didn’t argue.” Sarah took Ali’s hand in hers and made Ali look at her. “He owns us Ali. And always will. When you stop fighting that, it will get easier for you. I know.”

Ali looked like she wanted to protest but kept quiet. “I know you’re right. But it is hard to….do that.”

Sarah sat back in her seat and looked forward. “It wasn’t easy for me either. Or Jenny. But there is a certain peace in it when you do.” She sighed. “And it isn’t all bad either. It can feel good to be submissive. To know when I have pleased him. It feels comforting, I guess. Like I have accomplished something. And he does reward us when we please him.”

Ali nodded her head, “I guess so. Well, then he put me on the table with the cuffs and tied me down and used the hitachi to make me cum like twenty times. Even when I told him I was too sensitive and I needed a break and struggled against him, he just kept making me cum. And he told me that watching me struggle and beg to stop while he forced orgasms out of me just made it hotter for him and to keep it up. I was exhausted when he finally finished and my pussy felt numb.”

Ali went quiet again for a long minute. “Then I fucked up again. He said the last thing he wanted for the day was to fuck me in ass and then he would let me go. He asked if I had prepped for anal sex and I had to admit that I had forgotten. He didn’t say anything, but he flipped me over face down. And he put one of those wedge pillows under my hips so my ass was up in the air and told me to hold my feet off either side of the table. He got a paddle and spanked me a couple of dozen times making me tell him that I would always prep my ass before coming over to his house.”

“He spanked me really hard and my ass still hurts.” Ali shifted in her seat to accentuate her discomfort. She took a deep breath. “Then he got this big clear plastic bag and filled it in the sink. He attached a long tube to the bag and hung the bag from one of the ropes from the ceiling next to the table. After lubing my ass and the tube, he stuck the tube in my butt and turned a little dial on this gauge thing on the tube and I could see the little dial spin while I felt the water go in me.”

She shivered. “It was so cold! And he made me suck his dick while it filled me up. I started to cramp and he yelled at me to stay focused on his dick. When he decided I was full, he stopped the water but made me keep sucking on him for another couple of minutes. It hurt holding it in. And it got worse when he pulled the tube out. He warned me to not let a drop out until I got to the toilet. He even told me I would have to lick up anything that came out.”

“He finally let me go over to the toilet. I had to clench my ass so tight and waddle over there. I felt like I would just explode at any minute. When I sat down…it was so humiliating…everything came out all at once. It was a loud splash and I thought I would die from embarrassment. But he grabbed my arm and dragged me back over to the table and put me face down again, but this time, he put my arms in the clamps. He came back with a warm towel and spread my ass cheeks wide open and cleaned me all over.”

“Then he put a ton of lube in my ass, some sort of vibrator clamp thingy that went into my pussy and also clamped onto my clit and then tied my legs straight back onto the table. He got his phone and turned the vibrator on. It vibrated inside my pussy and on my clit but in alternating patterns. Then he straddled me and fucked my ass while the vibrator kept going back and forth.”

She paused for a second. “The thing I remember most is how cold my ass still felt and how warm his dick felt. He grabbed my shoulders and rammed really deep each time. Between the vibrator and his dick, I came at least three more times. I did remember to beg for permission each time, thank God. And then I felt him grunt and shake and cum inside of me. All I could do the whole time was lie there and take it. He laid there on top of me panting and the vibrator made me cum again. Luckily he didn’t notice because I forgot to ask that time.”

Ali looked at Sarah, “He made me sit on the toilet again and push all of the cum out of my ass. It was degrading again, but not nearly as bad as the first time. It felt so weird doing that in front of him.” She sighed. “But he was nice after that. He took me upstairs and had me sit on his lap while he kissed me. He said I really had done a good job during the previous week and that I could redeem myself by doing a good job this week. He made me tell him I wanted to please him and be his willing submissive. That I liked him dominating me and I would be a good slave from now on. I had to kiss his feet again and bow for a long time.” She looked thoughtful, “I guess I really am a slave.”

Sarah leaned over and kissed her long and passionately. “We are slaves together Ali. And at least it brought you, me, and Jenny together, right? Sisters. Closer than sisters. At least we will never feel alone.” Ali smiled and hugged her and then drove her home.

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Steve gets a shock as he discovers his youngest daughter’s delights.

Editing Reality

Book One: Naughty Fantasies Created

Chapter Four: Shocking Discoveries

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this.

Sam Davies

Courtney’s mouth felt so hot on my lips as we kissed. I trembled on the bed, squirming in my college’s school uniform. My heart thudded fast with my excitement. It was Friday, the weekend was before us, and my friends and I were having fun. Her tongue thrust into my mouth as my fingers fumbled at her blouse, working to open her top.

Rita’s rump rubbed on mine through my pants as she moaned behind me. She was kissing Tammy. The four of us had been friends for years and years. As our bodies developed, and our hormones surged through us, we fell into fooling around with each other. It was a way to be good, Christian girls and not lose our virginities to any boys.

Especially when there was a man whom I wanted.

Courtney whimpered into my mouth, her lips so hungry. I was so wet. All day I had this itch in me, and now it was finally able to be scratched. My eighteen-year-old body trembled as I undid her next button, my hand working higher and higher up her blouse.

Her fingers worked on mine. Rita’s bed creaked as the four of us squirmed on it. Each of us moaning. Courtney kissed me harder. Our lips nibbled on each other. Our tongues dueled. I whimpered as I thrust open her blouse, my hand squeezing her small breast through her bra, her nipple hard.

Her tongue fluttered around in my mouth as I played with her nipple. She finished unbuttoning my blouse. Her fingers caressed my naked torso and circled my bellybutton, sending fire rushing through me. My legs whisked together in my pants. I was the only one of us that wore them.

I hated skirts, but… They did make things naughty.

As my right hand squeezed her tit, my left hand slid up her thigh beneath her skirt. Her skin was just so hot and silky. Her legs parted, letting me reach higher and higher. She groaned into my mouth as I went deeper and deeper, nearing my destination. My hand pressed against her panties, feeling her heat.

“Damn!” Rita moaned, her back arching into me. I heard a naughty, sucking sound. “Mmm, that’s nice, Tammy.”

Tammy only answered with the wet pop of hungry lips.

Courtney broke our kiss, her eyes fluttering. She thrust her hand up to my small breast, shoving up my bra to expose my little mounds. She squeezed my breast as she moaned, “Ooh, Sam, I’m so wet.”

“I can feel that,” I said, giving her an impish grin, my pussy on fire as I pressed her cotton panties into her virgin snatch, feeling her juices bleed through. “What naughty things are you trying to avoid?”

“Mathew Tollemache,” she moaned. “But he was staring at Kyleigh.”

“Every guy stares at Kyleigh,” I panted. “Even I do. Those boobs of hers are awesome.”

“That’s the problem,” Courtney moaned. She was a year older than me and had tits just as small as mine.

I squeezed her breast through her bra, my fingers rubbing harder. “Your tits are amazing,” I said. I thrust her bra up and over her small tits. “Like mine. Don’t I have cute tits?”

“Yes,” Courtney said, her hand squeezing my naked tit. She brushed my nub. Pleasure shot through me. I squirmed, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

“So do you,” I said then ducked my head down, pressing my rump against Rita’s. I kissed at the side of Courtney’s breast, nipping and nibbling on her flesh. My fingers stroked her pussy, her juices soaking through the fabric, as I smooched up her breast.

She whimpered as I moved up her tit. Then I latched onto her nipple and sucked. She gasped as I suckled on her nub. I swirled my tongue around her areola. I nibbled on it, loving it in the mouth. We might have started out fooling around to protect our virginities, but maybe that was just an excuse.

I liked doing things with girls. I think I was bi.

“Oh, Sam,” whimpered Courtney, her blue eyes staring down at me. An errant curl of her black hair spilled over her flushed cheek. “Yes, yes, yes.”

I found her clit, stroking it through her panties. I massaged that little bud. I nibbled on her nub. She pinched mine, rolling it, teasing it. I moaned about her nub as pleasure rippled through me to my juicy pussy. My snatch grew hotter and hotter. It soaked my poor panties.

Her legs squeezed around my hand, holding me in place as she moaned louder and louder. Rita rolled away from me, the bed shifting. She and Tammy were moving, moaning. They were doing something naughty.

“Ooh, that’s hot,” Courtney said, her eyes flicking toward our friends.

I released her nipple and, still rubbing her cunt, I looked over my shoulder and smiled. Rita, a gorgeous Black girl, had her gray schoolgirl skirt bunched around her waist, her pair of foam-green panties bunched around her mid-thigh. She was settling down atop Tammy, their blouses and bras off, their contrasting bodies pressing together.

I loved Rita’s dark skin compared to our pale, ivory flesh. Rita’s round breasts, bigger than mine, pillowed against Tammy’s stomach. Tammy’s round mounds jiggled as they slipped into a sixty-nine. Rita’s head pressed between Tammy’s thighs, Rita’s pussy settling on Tammy’s mouth.

Then they both moaned and gasped as they feasted on each other.

“Hot,” I moaned, my fingers rubbing hard on Courtney’s pussy. My friend whimpered. Then she groaned as she cried out in rapture. My head whipped around, staring at her. “Are you cumming?”

“Yes!” Courtney whimpered, her juices soaking through her panties. She trembled on the bed, her eyes fluttering. “Ooh, that’s good. Mmm, I love it. Feels so good.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I said, smiling. I pulled my fingers away. They were coated in her juices.

I shoved two fingers into my mouth, sucking off her tangy sweet cream. My cheeks hollowed as I pumped my digits in and out of my mouth. She tasted so good. It was the best thing in the world. I loved pussy.

“Ooh, you look so naughty doing that,” Courtney moaned. She licked her lips. “I’m not Mathew, or Kyleigh, but I can do naughty things to you.”

I moaned in delight, my fingers pumping in and out of my mouth. I wanted that so bad.

My friend shifted on the bed, She rolled me onto my back as she moved down me, her breasts jiggling. Her right hand slid down my belly, making me squirm and my pussy clench, then she reached my pants.

Her hand stroked my waistband. She found the snap. It popped. My zipper rasped. I shuddered, glancing at Rita and Tammy sixty-nining with wild passion beside me. Courtney slipped off the bed as she tugged down my gray pants. She exposed my light-blue panties as she smiled at me, her blue eyes glazed.

I lifted my rump, letting her tug down my pants. She dragged them off my hips as I trembled in delight. My left hand rubbed at Rita’s side, caressing her while staring down at the grinning Courtney. She licked her lips as she brought my pants down to my ankles. Then she pressed my thighs apart.

“Someone’s excited,” she said as she slid her head between my thighs. “Was that me?”

“And Rita and Tammy,” I moaned, my hand drinking in the silky feel of Rita’s dark flesh. I slid over her skirt and found her rump. I squeezed her ass, my fingers clenching into her butt-cheek.

“Mmm, they are having fun,” Courtney said. Her head nuzzled between my thighs. Her nose twitched. “Mmm, you smell good.”

“Bet I taste better,” I moaned, feeling Rita’s rump flexing beneath my hand as she devoured Tammy’s snatch. Those two made such naughty sounds: moaning, licking, whimpering.

“Let’s find out!” Courtney said.

I gasped as she attacked and sucked my clit through my panties. I don’t know how she found it right off the bat, but she did. My toes curled in my shoes. I gasped out, my back arching as the pleasure shot through me. My friend was giving me some relief. My hand squeezed Rita’s butt-cheek, squeezing her as this delight spilled through my body.

Courtney nibbled on my clit through my panties, rubbing that cotton against my flesh. My virgin pussy clenched. I whimpered, eyes fluttering. My hips humped against my friend. Then she sucked hard again, her blue eyes staring up my body.

“Courtney, yes!” I moaned. “Ooh, that’s nice. Keep doing that.”

“Mmm, but I want to do this,” she said, the pleasure stopping for a moment.

But just a moment.

Her fingers wrenched my panties to the side. I shuddered as she exposed my shaved flesh. My mom would freak out if she discovered I started shaving my pussy, but it just made getting eaten out by Rita or Tammy or especially Courtney amazing.

Her tongue fluttered up and down my virgin flesh, caressing my labia, teasing me. She brushed my hymen on her way to licking up to my clit. She caressed my bud. She flicked my nub, teasing it with her tongue.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, kneading Rita’s rump while Courtney swirled her tongue around my clit. “Mmm, that’s going to make me cum.”

“Good!” she moaned, her eyes bright.

Her lips nibbled up and down my pussy, sucking on my labia. Then her tongue caressed me. Her nose rubbed against my clit as the pleasure rippled through my body. I squirmed on my bed, such wicked rapture building and building in me.

Every stroke of her tongue sent more and more rapture through me. It was incredible to experience. My gasps and moans burst out of me, mixing with the wicked sounds Rita and Tammy made. My eyes fluttered, little stars bursting before my eyes. It was so incredible to feel. The pleasure had my entire body twitching.

My thighs squeezed around her head as her tongue caressed me. Her lips sealed over my pussy hole, sucking hard. My snatch clenched. Her tongue caressed my hymen as she teased me. Loved me. She groaned as she feasted on me.

“Courtney!” I moaned. “Oh, yes, yes! That’s great. I’m going to cum!”

“Mmm, yes!” she purred. Then she nibbled up my pussy to my clit. Sucked on it.

“Shoot!” I gasped, my body bucking. My hand clenched Rita’s rump while she squirmed.

“Tammy!” Rita moaned.

“Yes, yes, yes, Rita!”

My orgasm burst inside of me. That wonderful delight washed through me. Darkness fuzzed across my vision while waves of rapture washed through my body. It was so wonderful. My clit throbbed in her mouth as she sucked on it.

She worshiped me. She made me gasp and cum. My body heaved, my little titties jiggling. It was this amazing pleasure that flooded through my body. I groaned, my juices gushing out of me and flowing into her hungry mouth. She lapped up my cream, fluttering her tongue up and down my pussy, adding a little more delight to my pleasure.

“Mmm, that was good,” I said, panting, staring up at the ceiling. “Ooh, yes. I came hard.”

“You drenched me,” she panted.

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Steve Davies

“You drenched me,” Courtney said between my daughter’s thighs. I stared at my phone, Sam staring up at the ceiling, almost directly at the invisible “camera” that recorded her.

My dick throbbed and pulsed. Pleasure exploded out of me. I came a second time into Anael’s sucking mouth. The angel whimpered as my jizz fired into her mouth. The rapture rushed through my body, my hand clenching about my phone.

I couldn’t believe my daughter was having a lesbian orgy. My eighteen-year-old daughter… She was a tomboy, not a dyke. I’d never noticed her lusting after girls. I never had a twinge that she was closer to her friends than I thought.

“Ooh, are you two done, too?” Sam moaned, glancing over at Rita and Tammy sixty-nining. The two eighteen-year-old girls were both moaning.

“Big time,” Rita said, lifting her face from Tammy’s snatch. I tapped the screen with my thumb, coming down from my orgasm, and moved the camera down. I could see the juices glistening on Rita’s ebony face. “Switch?”

“Switch!” Sam declared.

“Dibs on Rita!” Courtney shouted, bounding to her feet, her skirt swirling about her thighs. She peeled off her blouse.

“I want Sam’s pussy!” Rita moaned.

“Ooh, I get to eat you, Tammy!” my daughter moaned as Rita rolled off of brown-haired Tammy.

“Mmm, yes,” Tammy moaned, her round breasts rising and falling, her mouth smeared in Rita’s cum. “I’m going to sit on your face and go for a ride.”

“Yes!” my daughter squealed in utter delight.

“Damn!” I groaned, my dick throbbing in Anael’s mouth, still hard after my second orgasm.

The angel’s lips popped off my dick. I had no idea how tangible she was since she wasn’t really part of my mundane reality. What would people think if they came in here? Could they see her, too, or would they just wonder why I was acting like I was getting a blowjob?

“Sounds like things are getting even kinkier,” Anael said as she rose. The angel had a petite body like my daughter—small breasts and boyish hips, Anael’s pussy as smooth and bare as my daughters.

The fact Sam shaved her snatch was almost as surprising as her being a lesbian. My wife, Linda, would freak out over both. If I thought they were fighting over my daughter refusing to wear skirts, Sam’s new grooming habits would rock our house.

Something else to attend to when I edited my family.

“Mmm, this is going to be fun,” Rita said as she took Courtney’s place between my daughter’s thighs. The Black girl kissed at my daughter’s pale flesh.

“It will be,” Anael promised as the angel turned around. She bent over the desk, thrusting her slender rump at me, the tight slit of her pussy peeking between her thighs. She had a plump vulva, her juices running down her thighs. “Now slide right in and enjoy while you watch that cute daughter of yours.”

At that moment, I realized that Anael knew far, far more about what was going on around me. She knew more about my daughter’s sex life then I did. What else did Anael know? I was supposedly given free will by the Most High. However, the way Anael whispered to me, manipulated me, was I actually in control?

“Oh, my gosh, eat me!” my daughter moaned. I glanced at the screen, staring at the back of Rita’s head as she devoured my daughter. My dick throbbed hard, twitching before me and brushing her butt-cheek. “And Tammy, sit that furry muff on my face!”

“Oh, yes!” Tammy moaned, her eighteen-year-old breasts round and firm. She straddled my daughter, lowering her brown bush to Sam’s lips. Then she pressed her snatch down on my daughter’s mouth. Pleasure crossed Tammy’s face. “Yes, yes, that’s it!”

“And I get to eat your yummy pussy, Rita!” Courtney said. The nineteen-year-old girl settled behind Rita, grabbing the Black girl’s ebony rump with pale fingers.

“Damn,” I muttered, leaning forward almost without thought. My dick nudged across Anael’s flesh until I felt her hot, juicy snatch.

“Just slide into me and enjoy watching that cute daughter,” moaned the wicked angel.

Was she really an angel?

She must be because as I slid into her pussy, Heaven wrapped about me. I groaned, staring at the screen as I slid deeper and deeper into the angel’s cunt. Her silky snatch squeezed down on me, gripping me. My balls tightened as I bottomed out in Anael’s cunt, watching my daughter’s firm breasts jiggle.

They were small, her nipples pink and hard. Her blue bra was shoved up and over her mounds, her blouse open. She shuddered, her hands reaching up Tammy’s body to squeeze her tits. Tammy moaned, her hips wiggling and grinding on my daughter’s mouth.

“That’s it!” Tammy moaned, her hands finding my daughter’s tits. She pinched Sam’s nipples. “Ooh, just lick me. Mmm, make me cum!”

“I will!” my daughter moaned, her ivory thighs locked around Rita’s head, holding the Black girl to her snatch. “Mmm, such a tasty snatch.”

“So tasty!” groaned Rita. “Yours is almost as good.”

“Ooh, I should take my pussy away for saying that!” my daughter moaned.

“But then you wouldn’t feel this,” Rita said.

My daughter squealed.

My dick throbbed in Anael’s snatch.

I drew back my hips through the angel’s pussy. Her cunt clenched down on me. I groaned as the pleasure spilled through me. It was incredible. I had to thrust into her snatch. I pounded into her, smacking into her crotch. The slap of flesh on flesh echoed through my classroom as I watched the fearsome foursome writhing in sapphic pleasure.

My daughter and her friends moaned and gasped, the sounds pouring out of my phone. I loved this app. It was so wrong to lust after my daughter. So wrong. Incestuous lusts surged through me as I pounded Anael’s cunt.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Anael moaned. “Ooh, your cock is great, Steve!”

I groaned, leaning over her, fucking her hard. I was just using the angel’s cunt, almost masturbating with her pussy. I didn’t care about her. I was just watching the wildest live porn ever. Those four barely legal girls writhing and moaned as they fucked each other. Loved each other. I groaned as the pleasure surged through me. It was so hot. So incredible.

I moved the camera as I plowed into Anael’s snatch, her juicy flesh sending pleasure shooting down my shaft. I brought it down, focusing on Rita eating my daughter’s shaved snatch. I groaned at the sight of the Black girl’s pink tongue parting through my daughter’s folds, flicking her clit.

“Shit!” I groaned. I hated cursing, but all these pleasures were shooting through me. I plowed into Anael’s heavenly cunt. “Look at Rita go. She’s feasting on my daughter.”

Sam’s stomach rippled and flexed as she ground against her. She smeared her snatch against Rita’s mouth. The Black girl’s ebony fingers gripped my daughter’s thighs as she feasted. I shuddered, reveling in this. I’d never watched much porn, but being able to control the camera…

What a thrill.

I shifted the shot, sliding up to watch my daughter devour Tammy’s snatch next. My dick throbbed in Anael’s pussy, her silky flesh caressing my cock’s crown, as I focused in on the naughty sight. Tammy’s dark-brown bush caressed my daughter’s face.

“That’s it,” I moaned, swept away by this hot sight. “Eat her cunt. Make her cum, Sam.”

“Oh, my gosh, Sam!” Tammy moaned. “That’s it. Just like that. I’m going to cum.”

“Flood me with all your juices!” my daughter moaned.

“Drown her!” Courtney shouted.

“Yes, yes, drown her,” panted Anael, her pussy squeezing down on my dick. “And flood me, Steve!”

“I will!” I groaned as her pussy squeezed around my dick. My balls grew heavier and heavier. I buried into the angel’s snatch over and over. My nuts smacked against her flesh. That meaty thwack echoed through my classroom.

I shifted the camera, pulling back, watching Tammy’s round, youthful tits bouncing. They were so firm and plump. I wanted to touch them. Squeeze them. I wanted to be in the room with those four girls fucking them.

Fucking my daughter.

That incestuous thought rippled through me. I slammed into Anael with such power, that pressure building at the tip of my dick. I groaned while my flesh slapped over and over into her. I gripped the phone, stars dancing around the edges of my vision.

“I’m going to cum!” Tammy howled. “I’m going to… Yes!”

Tammy bucked on my daughter. Her tits heaved as she drowned my daughter in pussy cream. Sam moaned as she drank it down while Tammy howled her rapture. My daughter’s body shuddered. Her stomach flexed as she humped against Rita.

Then my daughter joined Tammy. Sam squealed out in delight. I watched her cum a second time. Rita was licking and lapping at Sam’s cunt, drinking my daughter’s cream squirting into her mouth. It was so incredible.

“Damn!” I groaned.

Sam’s orgasm rippled into Rita. The Black girl’s head snapped up from my daughter’s snatch, her mouth smeared with cream. Pussy juices glistened on her face. It was incredible to see as she shuddered, her ebony tits heaving as she ground on Courtney’s face.

All of the girls save Courtney were cumming. They were moaning, writhing, the bed creaking. I wished I could be in there, inhaling their musks. It would be just a naughty delight. I groaned as I pumped into Anael’s pussy.

Then the angel exploded around my cock.

Her snatch writhed as she howled out in delight. Her heavenly flesh massaged me. I shuddered as I buried into her. My balls tightened. They smacked into her. I fucked into that convulsing snatch. I groaned, face twisting with rapture.

“Fuck!”

I exploded into the angel’s whorish cunt.

“Oh, Steve, yes!” she moaned. “Flood my cunt! Spurt into me!”

My dick pulsed. My cum fired out of me. Rapture slammed into my mind. Stars burst across my vision. Darkness washed across my eyes. I swayed and growled. The phone trembled in my hand. I stared at it as Tammy slipped off my daughter’s face, revealing her flushed, pussy-soaked features. Her green eyes shone with excitement, her red hair almost blazing.

“That was so hot!” Anael moaned.

“Yes!” I growled as I spurted into her depths.

I couldn’t believe this was happening.

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Sam Davies

“Switch!” I shouted.

“Yes!” Courtney moaned. “I need that tongue licking my snatch!”

I slid off the bed as Courtney and Rita shifted on the floor. Courtney was on her back, her legs spread wide, her small titties jiggling. I ripped off my blouse and kicked off my pants as Rita buried her face into Courtney’s snatch, licking her hard.

My eyes fell on that ebony ass wiggling as Rita devoured Courtney’s yummy snatch. My Black friend purred as she feasted. She was addicted to hot cunt. Maybe we were all bi. I was sure I wasn’t a lesbian—no lesbian wanted to have a cock fuck her as badly as I did—but maybe one or two of my friends were, embracing our “lie” that we were saving our virginities and being pure, Christian girls.

Really, we were just kinky and horny.

“You have such a sexy ass, Rita,” I moaned as I finally kicked off my pants, my panties clinging to my right ankle. I didn’t care. “I’m going to eat it.”

“You are such a nasty girl,” Tammy moaned.

“A nasty girl with a yummy pussy!” I said. “Come and find out.”

Tammy smacked her lips as she moved off the bed.

My pussy clenching, eager for more orgasms, I sank down to my knees. I grabbed Rita’s dark butt-cheeks and parted them. I groaned as the sight of her light-brown asshole peeked out at me. My tongue flicked across my lips, my ivory fingers digging into her flesh.

I nuzzled my face between her butt-cheeks. My tongue licked at her crack, fluttering as I moved down. The sour flavor of her asshole grew and grew as I moved lower and lower. Rita’s rump clenched as I came closer and closer.

“Yes!” she moaned into Courtney’s snatch.

My tongue fluttered across her asshole. I caressed her puckered sphincter. I loved the feel of it beneath my tongue. I swirled around it, caressing her, driving her wild. It was such a wondrous delight to enjoy, to tease her, to flick my tongue across her sphincter.

“Eat that ass,” Tammy said then smacked my rump. “Mmm, I bet you wouldn’t mind some anal delight.”

“Course she does,” Courtney moaned, her voice throaty.

“Uh-huh,” I moaned into Rita’s asshole.

I shuddered as Tammy’s finger stroked up and down my pussy lips. She rubbed my plump, bare vulva. She teased my labia. It fluttered through me. My toes clenched and flexed. I whimpered at the delight surging through me. Her finger parted my folds, caressing from my hymen to my clit.

I whimpered as she pressed her digit into my folds, laying it lengthwise along my groove. I frowned as I lapped Rita’s asshole, wondering what she was doing to me, why she was rolling her finger from side to side like she was…

“Oh, you naughty slut!” I moaned in delight as realization swept through me.

“Yep!” Tammy said, her finger dragging up to my taint.

To my asshole.

I groaned in delight as Tammy’s finger circled my sphincter the same way my tongue danced around Rita’s. Her finger soaked my asshole with my pussy juices, coating it in lubricating cream. I whimpered as Tammy wiggled her finger forward, sliding it into my bowels.

I may have a virgin pussy, but my asshole was fair game.

And so was Rita’s.

My friend groaned with me as I wiggled my tongue against her anal ring. Her sphincter spread for me while Tammy’s digit penetrated into my bowels. A wave of warm heat washed through me. My cunt clenched. I whimpered as my tongue popped into Rita’s asshole. Her sour, velvety bowels caressed me.

I swirled my tongue through her as I rimmed and ate out her asshole. My fiery hair caressed my cheeks as I feasted on her. I shuddered, my pussy juices running down my thighs, stirred up by Tammy’s probing finger.

“Mmm, that’s good,” Tammy moaned. Then she nuzzled against my pussy and licked it.

My tongue stiffened in Rita’s asshole at the feel of Tammy lapping up my snatch, starting at my clit and flicking across my hymen. It mixed with the burning delight of her finger probing into my asshole, pumping in and out of me, driving me wild.

I groaned out in delight. My body wiggled from side to side as the rapture shot through me. Ripples of naughty heat consumed me. I groaned, my pussy envying my asshole, aching to be filled by something long and hard.

“Yes, yes, yes, Rita!” Courtney moaned. “Eat my snatch. Ooh, yes, yes, you love it.”

“Taste so good,” Rita moaned, her hips wiggling. “And, yes, Sam, swirl that tongue around inside my asshole.”

“She’s just an anal fiend!” Tammy moaned into my snatch. Then she lapped again.

I only moaned in agreement, my tongue busy probing as deep into Rita’s asshole as I could reach. I fluttered it through her, swirling it around while the pleasure spilled through me. It was such an incredible delight. I whimpered, my body trembling. My little titties swayed.

I loved this. My body burned as the heat rippled through me. That wondrous delight of having my cunt licked and my asshole fingered swirled in the depths of my body. My feminine core drank it in, my bowels squeezing down on my friend’s digit.

I groaned. I gasped. I whimpered.

I slid my right hand up Rita’s inner thigh as I tongued her butt-hole. She whimpered, her asscheeks clenching about my face. I loved that. My tongue danced through her asshole as I found her juices coating her thighs.

Then I found her bush soaked with her juices.

“Damn, Sam!” Rita moaned as I stroked through her bush to find the juicy folds of her snatch. I stroked up and down her, my digits getting coated in her passion. Her cream stained them. It was such an incredible thing to experience.

My tongue thrust in and out of her asshole while my fingers stroked up and down her pussy. She shuddered, whimpering, moaning. I jammed my tongue into her. I swirled my tongue around in her sour depths.

I found my friend’s clit. Massaged it.

Her bowels clenched about my tongue. She groaned into Courtney’s snatch. My own body trembled. My toes curled as Tammy’s tongue fluttered against my virgin flesh. She brushed my clit while her finger wiggled around in my asshole, caressing my velvety sheath.

Those dual delights merged and swirled through me. They drove me wild. They gave me such a hot delight to enjoy. Stars rippled before my eyes. I groaned, my bowels clenching on her finger, increasing my pleasure.

“Darn, but you have such a tight asshole,” Tammy whimpered. Her tongue flicked my clit. “Ooh, I love being in it.”

“And I love her tongue licking my asshole,” Rita groaned. “Don’t stop Sam! And my clit! Keep massaging my clit! I’m going to cum!”

“Yes, yes, make her cum!” Courtney moaned. “And Rita, lick me right there. Oh, my gosh, yes! Oh, crap, that’s good! Ooh, I’m going to… I am… Shoot!”

Courtney’s moans echoed through the room. She always came so fast, so easily. I envied her. Her passion made me shiver. I moaned into Rita’s asshole, my fingers rubbing her clit faster. Her juices soaked my digits, a bead running down the back of my hand to my wrist.

Tammy nipped my clit with her teeth. Just a light graze, but it sent a bolt of pleasure through me. I gasped into Rita’s asshole. I massaged her bud faster as Tammy sucked on mine. My toes curled. I whimpered. She plundered her finger faster and faster in and out of my asshole.

Then she added a second finger.

“Holy fuck!” I howled, the dirty word bursting from my lips as my head snapped up from Rita’s bowels. My asshole clenched on the two digits, my clit throbbing in my friend’s hungry mouth. “I… I…” The pressure swelled inside of me. “Yes!”

Rapture exploded through me. My pussy convulsed. Juices gushed out of me as another wondrous orgasm swept through me. Stars burst before me as my red hair danced about my head. I whimpered, my tits jiggling beneath me. I groaned and gasped, the rapture slamming into my mind.

It was incredible. My asshole writhed about Tammy’s pumping fingers. Her tongue swiped over my convulsing pussy, lapping up the juices flowing out of me. She pressed on my hymen. I almost cried out for her to pop my cherry.

“Don’t stop licking me!” howled Rita. “I need a little more, Sam!”

“Right!” I moaned and latched my lips on her asshole.

As my orgasm crested in me, I sucked hard. I massaged her clit. As her phone’s alarm beeped, she screamed out in rapture. Her juices bathed my hand. Her butt-cheeks clenched about me. She rocked and shuddered as the pleasure swept through her.

“Oh, my god, this is so hot!” Tammy moaned. She must have been masturbating herself because she sounded lost to orgasmic bliss. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“Damn, damn, damn!” Rita moaned. “Oh, gosh, I want more!”

“Me, too!” whimpered Courtney. “Ooh, how much time until your parents get home?”

“Not much,” Rita panted.

“We’ll find time on Sunday,” I moaned. “But not much. I have to help my dad rebuild the car.”

“Where?” Courtney panted. “My family’s home for the weekend.”

“Yeah,” groaned Rita.

“We’ll figure it out,” I groaned, straightening. I wanted to just cuddle with them, but we couldn’t get caught. “Mmm, we should open a window.”

“Pity, it smells so good in here,” Tammy purred, sounding so happy. “Hot pussy.”

I nodded my head in agreement.

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

Steve Davies

“Jesus,” I panted as I sank down into my chair. I couldn’t believe that just happened. I came four times, twice in Anael’s mouth and twice in her pussy. She turned around, sitting on my desk, her legs spread wide as she played with her messy pussy, my cum flowing out of her.

“That was amazing,” Anael said. “See, even when you’re out of uses for the day, you can still have fun with your powers. And me, of course. I’m here to help you in any way.”

I shivered at the purring sensuality in her voice. I believed it. She would do anything. She was temptation given flesh. “Are you really an angel?”

“Because I like to have sex?” she asked, arching an eyebrow. “Or encourage you to enjoy yourself?”

I nodded my head.

“I am a Daughter of the Most High, a lesser elohim.”

I frowned. “Elohim is God. That’s the Jewish word for it.”

“One of the words,” she said. “The Most High is the Elohim, but he’s also an elohim. You notice it’s plural. That -im at the end.”

I nodded. “Yeah, Christians say it’s proof of the Trinity found in the Old Testament.”

“Well, you modern Christians just don’t understand what elohim means. It just means a spiritual being. The Most High is an elohim, but not all elohim are the Most High. He, and that is because your language has no pronoun to properly encompass the Creator of All, is above us all. Gods, angels, demons, even ghosts are all elohim. Even your soul is an elohim, Steve. And if you read your Old Testament, well, you’ll see that us ‘angels’ enjoyed having sex with Mortals. Got some of my brethren in a lot of trouble. But, well, you’re free of it all. You can do what you want. We can have fun.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Why not?” She shrugged. She cocked her head. “Could a scientist who study ants make them understand why he is digging into their colony to explore what they’ve built and studied how they function?”

“No.”

“Then how can the Most High communicate his designs to you? Like an ant, you would be equally as baffled.”

“So humans are ants?” I folded my arms.

“Humans are humans, but compared to the Most High…” She arched an eyebrow. “Now, you have your device. You were working on your list.” She pressed the notepad towards me. “How are you going to edit your daughter now that you know what she truly is like? Will you make her straight, or will you make your wife accept lesbianism?”

I flushed. Linda was afraid our eldest daughter was gay while never realizing our Sam, the tomboy, was the actual dyke in the family. Unless Becky was also gay and secretly dating her close friend, Tonya.

I didn’t know what to think. I thought I knew Sam, that she could tell me if she was attracted to girls. I wasn’t as close-minded as her mother was. I believed Christians could be far more accepting of everyone. After all, Jesus wanted us to love our neighbors, not judge them.

I clicked on my daughter’s icon, bringing up her editing menu and a naked picture of her on the side. I tried not to stare at those small breasts and the tight cleft of her girlish, barely legal pussy. I glanced at the menu, struggling to gather my thoughts. Where was sexuality…?

Sam Davies

• Physical

• Mental

• Spiritual

Right, right, the Spiritual Menu. I tapped it.

Spiritual

• Sexuality

• Faith

• Morality

• Social

Then her Sexuality Sub-menu.

Sexuality

• Orientation

• Desires

• Libido

• Taboos

First, I hit the Orientation Sub-Menu. It brought up a slider with heterosexual on one side, homosexual on the other. Sam wasn’t gay, but about 6% on the heterosexual side, clearly in the bisexual spectrum. So she did like boys, too. Maybe I could just nudge her back into liking boys to keep the peace.

But it was hot watching her with her friends. Should I stop that? They were all having fun, and it wasn’t like they would get each other pregnant. My dick throbbed as their passionate moans echoed through my mind. Shame Rita’s parents were coming home.

I expected that Martin and Pauline would have about the same reaction as my wife.

I backed out of the sexuality menu and entered my youngest daughter’s Social Menu.

Social

• Charisma

• Awareness

• Relationships

• Mores

I wanted to see what her relationships looked like. If there were any boys she liked, I could nudge her in that direction. If I found a good boy for her, I could edit things so that nothing too inappropriate happened. At least not until they were committed to each other. I mean, Linda and I didn’t wait until marriage.

I opened the Relationship Sub-Menu and stared at Sam’s list. Weirdly, her sister Becky was at the bottom, below some kids I knew my daughter couldn’t stand. My wife was only halfway up. After I came her friends, then her brother, then a few other people she knew. Why didn’t she like Becky? I knew they were squabbling, but that was strange.

I clicked on Becky’s tab and…

• Sees Becky as Sexual Rival

Reading that at the top made me shiver. Who did Sam have a crush on that she thought Becky was also after? There was a reason my wife thought our eldest was gay. Becky never did much besides study, either alone or with her friend, Tonya. I returned to the Sexuality Sub-menu and clicked the Desires Sub-menu.

My name was at the top of the list above her friends again.

“No way,” I muttered when I clicked on my own name and read what was there. “My daughter’s in love with me?”

“Why do you think she spends so much time with you?” Anael said. “She wants you bad. Always hugging you. Kissing you. Being around you. She’s saving her virginity for you.”

I glanced down and there it was.

• Saving virginity

• Long-term, romantic desire

• Selfish need to possess all to herself

“Damn,” I groaned. “So she thinks Becky wants me, too. And I bet that’s one of the reasons she’s not getting along with Linda.”

“But you can change things,” Anael said. “You can fulfill your daughter’s desire. She loves you. ‘Long-term, romantic desire’ mean this isn’t a passing crush. That’s deep affection your daughter has for you. She’s doing all she can to get you; she’s just inexperienced. But you could remove the jealousy, edit your wife to accept you and Sam, and even make it so Linda joins the fun.”

“Fuck,” I groaned, my dick rock hard. “You sure you’re not a demon?”

“Angel… demon… We all came from the same place. It’s all a matter of whether we serve or if we rebel.” She rubbed her foot up my khaki pants toward my crotch. “I serve.”

I swallowed. I could do it. I could edit Sam so she got what she wanted, what I wanted. That kiss this morning, before I ever opened the app, had awakened desires in me. It reminded me that she was more than my tomboy daughter, that she was a blossoming woman.

I grabbed my pad and added on Sam:

• Remove jealousy with mother and sister

• Edit the rest of the family to accept our incestuous relationship

• Edit Linda to not be homophobic

• Encourage Sam to wear skirts to please me

I couldn’t believe I wrote that down. I mean, I was going to edit my wife to not be jealous of me, but the rest…

“Fuck.”

I switched over to Becky. Last of my children to inspect. My eldest was in her bedroom studying. She had classical music playing and still wore her uniform. Her auburn hair fell in a serious braid down her back, her pencil scratching as she made notes as she read from a textbook.

“She’s so smart, but she’s wasting her life studying all the time,” I said.

• Becky

• Take some time to have fun

• Accept incest

• Accept James’s new girlfriends

Then I opened up her menu. I took a deep breath, navigating down through the options to her orientation. I tapped it, wondering if she’d be all the way over into homosexuality. A lesbian like my wife feared.

She was almost 100% straight. She was only a percentage point away from full heterosexual.

“Well, you don’t get much straighter than that,” Anael said, her fingers still playing with her pussy, her digits getting coated in my cum. “Guess your wife was wrong. However… see who she has a crush on.”

“It’s me, isn’t it?” I groaned, moving to her Desires Sub-Menu and… there were two.

• Steve Davies

• Attend MIT

“Her, too?” I groaned.

“You have that effect on your daughters,” Anael said. “You’re a great father. Mmm, your own kinky harem made up of your wife and daughters. Lucky you.”

“This cannot be real,” I muttered as I added to Becky’s list.

• Make open about feelings for me

• No jealousy

“I’m going to have to do a lot of work on my wife,” I muttered. “I’m going to change her.”

“Improve her,” Anael said. “So, you better get started on her.”

I nodded and did a search. The phone showed a map of the US. It zoomed across the world to Las Vegas. If I remembered correctly, she and her friend Marissa would be going to see a show tonight, I think Penn and Teller. My wife loved catching their show while visiting her friend.

The image appeared of my wife and…

She was stretched out on a hotel bed wearing… Lingerie?

A pit filled my stomach as I stared at my wife, her brassy-brown hair looking mused, her body clad in a pink negligee, the transparent cloth spilling over her stomach. I had never seen her wearing that one before. It cupped her breasts, her nipples bleeding through the transparent fabric. My stomach clenched, sweat breaking across my forehead.

I didn’t understand. Why was she wearing that?

“You understand,” Anael whispered.

Her legs parted. She wasn’t wearing panties. I spotted them lying half on the edge of the rumpled bed, a pink scrap of cloth. Her bush looked drenched with her juices. She had a dreamy look on her face.

A shower turned off. A door opened.

Who was my wife having an affair with? I thought she was having fun with her college friend. This… I couldn’t…

Marissa stepped naked into the room, sauntering to my wife. My eyes bulged as my wife let out a purring moan. “Mmm, you always look so sexy coming out of the shower,” Linda groaned, her thighs rubbing together. “Just so yummy.”

“Mmm, I thought we were going out,” Marissa said, her black hair clinging wet to her shoulders and face, her dusky nipples hard atop her round breasts. “The way you’re looking at me… Hungry for me?”

“Maybe,” my wife said as Marissa crawled onto the bed, coming closer and closer. They kissed.

My jaw dropped. I felt punched in the guts. My wife was gay?

My entire world spun. I hit a button, backing away from her, bringing my phone back to Sam. My youngest daughter was walking home looking so innocent now. I stared at her while the world spun around me. Everything felt so wrong. So off-kilter.

Linda was gay… With her college roommate?

“Fuck,” I muttered.

To be continued…

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When a man is caught breaking in and stealing from a family, what’s he going to do to make sure they don’t call the cops once he’s gone.

“I love these small town people, always so trusting,” Frank said to himself as he carefully opened the unlocked window on the first floor of the secluded farm house. “Such dumb hicks make my job so easy.”
Climbing silently into the dark room, he snapped on a small but powerful flashlight and surveyed the surroundings, pulling out a larg pillowcase from inside his coat. Moving quickly around the room, finding expensive antique silverware, credit cards and cash.
“Not bad for five minues work.” Frank thought to himself happily as he was about to leave through the same window.
All at once he was interrupted by the sudden flash of a light being turned on and the sound of a man’s voice.
“Who’s there?”
Frank froze for a split second before looking over his shoulder to see a man of about forty-five standing in the doorway.
“Hey!” the man shouted. “What do you think your doing?”
Frank turned to face him and pulled out the .38 he kept in his jacket just in case. “I suggest you shut up and do as your told and nobody has to get hurt.”
Coming up behind the man, Frank saw the outline of a woman.
“What’s going on David?” the woman asked as she peaked over his shoulder.
“Your Mrs I presume…David?” Frank smiled. “How about you both come in here with your hands up.”
David and his wife Molly slowly did as they were told.
“What are you going to do with us?” Molly asked quietly, trying to stop herself from shaking despite the fear she felt.
Frank ignored her question. “Anyone else in the house?”
“No.” David replied quickly.
Frank smiled at how quickly and unconvincingly he answered. “Between you and me, I hate surprises so if that’s not true, I may accidently shoot anyone who happens to be in the house with you two.”
The couple didn’t say anything, only looked at the gun he held in his hand.
Frank shook his head knowing that now they’d seen his face, he had to come up with a solution so they wouldn’t say anything when he was gone.
“Mum? Dad?” another voice echoed just outside the room.
Frank waited as a young girl of around sixteen came into the doorway. He smiled as he glanced back at the couple who’s faces were now white as a sheet.
“What’s your name little girl?” Frank asked as he motioned her in to stand with her parents. “Join the party.”
“Meg.” The girl stammered as she saw the gun and quickly moved to be with her parents.
“So David….Meg and……” Frank waited for a reply.
“Molly.” she answered him.
“Any more surprises?” Frank said. “Last chance…”
“She’s our only daughter,” Molly said quietly. “There’s just the three of us in the house.”
Frank looked at the three of them and smiled, an idea came into his head. “Have you got a camer or a video?”
“Yes,” David answered. “We have a digital camera and a hand held video camera.”
“Why don’t you go and make yourself useful Molly and go and get it,” Frank said sternly. “Any funny business and the next thing you’ll see will be your daughter’s brains splattered all oveer your nice clean walls.”
Molly nodded and quickly ran and grabbed the video camera from the other room, handing it to Frank before moving back to be with her family.
Frank turned it on and checked the battery life and began rewinding the tape that was already inside.
“Take off all your clothes,” Frank said as he pointed the gun at them. “Hurry up or I pull the trigger.”
All three of them began to reluctanly remove their pj’s, stopping once they were all standing completely naked.
Frank looked over each of them. Molly was a little plump with a nice set of huge breasts, a dark bit of brown hair covering her pussy, that matched the hair on her head and matched the brown of her eyes. She was attractive with a pretty face and looked to be in her late thirties.
David was by trade a farmer, so he had a tan that made him look dumb with hiss shirt off. Though he was muscular from hard work, he had a thick chest of dark hair that also mached his thick head of hear and eyes. His dick was limp, but Frank expected when it was hard the guy would give his wife a good eight inch fucking.
Finally the couples daughter Meg was everything a teenage girl should be. Slim with a nice set of perky big brests, a pretty face like her mother, with the same dark hair and eyes. Yet unlike her mother her pussy was smooth and hairless. This girl was good enough to make a priest hard and Frank felt his own cock springing to life at the thought of pushing her to the floor and ramming his cock up inside her and making her moan and beg for more.
“I bet you all go to chuch on Sundays,” Frank said happily. “Am I right in that?”
“Yes,” David answered. “We do.”
Frank nodded. “Well I would have been happy to have left and gone on my way, but now you’ve seen my face and that’s a problem I can’t ignore. Though I don’t want to kill you, but leaving a loose end is only going to lead me to getting locked up behind bars. Thanks to this camera I have in my hand we’ll all be able to sort that problem out.”
Frank watched their expressions closely as he had talked, knowing that they were realising what was going to happen next. “If you haven’t figured it out already, you’ll be making some very nice and hot home movies for me…starring the three of you.”
“All of us…?” Molly stammered in horror.
Frank smile widened. “Yes that way if you do stupidly think about turning me in, the next thing you’ll find is every member of your church will get a copy of this video and it will also be sent out to a friend of mine who’ll distribute it on a wider scale.”
“You wouldn’t!” David said trying to control his anger. “We won’t do this!”
“It’s either this,” Frank said shaking the video camera lightly. “Or a bullet for each of you. Your choice.”
They all looked uncertainly at each other, trying to think of what they could do that didn’t involve being recorded performing sexual acts on film. Sadly for them they realised that it couldn’t be avoided…there was no other way. Dying wasn’t an option.
“Why don’t we move into the living room where its more comfortable.” Frank said as he made them walk slowly into the other room. “No funny business either or my gun will go off.”
Once they were there Frank pointed at the sofa. “Molly and David take a seat there…while Meg you sit down in that big chair.”
They all moved quickly to where they were told.
“Now Molly, why don’t you show me how good you are at sucking cock,” Frank said as he pointed the camera at them and started recording. “Give your man the best head he’s ever had.”
Molly turned and lowered her head into her husbands lap and slowly took his limp dick into her mouth.
“Come on now,” Frank said as he watched her. “I know you can do better than that.”
Molly looked up at David with sad eyes but went back to work sucking and bobing up and down on his cock with more suction than ever before. Frank could see that David’s cock was beginning to spring to life under Mollys sucking.
Meg was watching her parents and in shame she looked away, not wanting to see them being degraded.
“I don’t want you to miss they action Meg,” Frank said as he saw her looking away. “Watch your Mummy sucking your Daddy’s cock while you part those thighs and play with that cute little pussy.”
“Please don’t make me do this,” Meg begged. “I don’t want to.”
Meg still wouldn’t look at what her parents were doing.
“Why don’t you tell you baby girl to do as she’s told if she knows what’s good for her,” Frank said as he looked at David.
“Please do what he says Meg,” David said trying to keep himself from moaning in pleasure as Molly continued to suck his cock harder, faster and deeper. “Please honey.”
Slowly Meg turned around to face her parents once more, seeing her father’s cock was now at its full length and rock hard. Her mothers head was moving up and down as her mouth deep throated his shaft.
Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Meg reluctanly spread her legs and slowly started to finger her pussy while Frank stood getting the entire scene of the three of them on film.
“Rub your sweet young pussy for the camera Meg,” Frank ordered. “Show me how much you like watching your Daddy getting his cock sucked by Mummy.”
Meg found it hard to do this in front of others, especially having to do it in front of her parents and a man with a video camera. But Meg forced herself as she watched her parents who she could tell were completely in the moment and enjoying what was happening even though they were being force.
David was now moaning and groaning as his breathing became even heavier. Molly’s mouth was working his cock with an enthusiasm he’d never experienced before and he loved it.
“Don’t cum in her mouth now David,” Frank said as he broke into the erotic feelings David was experiencing. “Pull out when your about to blow. I want you to shoot all over your pretty wife’s face. Show everyone what a great cocksucker your wife is.”
Molly could feel David’s balls begin to tighten up, telling her he was very close. Pulling away, she let his cock slip from her mouth as she slid her hand around his shaft and pumped him with the same fever as her mouth had done. Her face was close to his cock’s head so the cum would hit her face dead on.
“Oh fuck!!!!” David cried out as his seed splattered all over Molly’s face.
Meg watched and could feel herself being turned on by the sight of her parents. Her fingers moved quicker into her hot pussy that was now becoming soaking wet. A low moan escaped her lips and Frank smiled as he caught it all on tape,
“Very nice,” Frank applauded their performance. “Very hot family fun.”
Hoping it was finally over they went to reach for their pj’s that were in a pile on the floor, but Frank shook his head.
“It’s not over just yet,” Frank said. “I”ve still got tape left that needs to be filled up.”
Frank pointed at Meg. “Have you ever eaten pussy baby?”
Meg’s mouth dropped open in surprise, but she didn’t get time to answer the question.
“I want you to get on the floor between your Mummy’s legs and eat her out.” Frank said.
Molly started to protest, but Frank reminded her he was in charge and she quickly shut up again. Lying back on the sofa she reluctantly spread her legs, exposing her pussy and showing just how wet with juices she was.
Meg got down on her knees and bend over, moving her mouth over her mother’s wet and waiting pussy. Her nostrils filled with the aroma of fresh juices, and even though it felt so wrong, smelled so intoxicatingly good to her senses. Meg began to lick her tongue up and down her mother’s hairy pussy, before she began to suck and lick deeper into her mother’s inner depths.
Molly knew it was wrong, but the feel of her daughter’s mouth and tongue as she was being eaten out was pushing her unexpectedly into a deliciously pleasurable orgasm. Making her push herself forwards, as Meg swallowed and licked her mother’s juices, spreading her legs wider so Meg could get much closer and deeper in.
Meg could feel her mother’s enjoyment at what she was doing, making her work even harder to please her, making her mother moan louder and louder.
Frank smiled and was enjoying the scense of the two women, noticing then that David too was silently watching his daughter giving her mother a good going over. Seeing that David was ashamed to admit it, but seeing his wife and daughter going at it like that was getting him excited and his own erection was giving him away.
Frank smiled as he watched David getting aroused once more, knowing that the next order he would give would be followed without hesitation. “Get behind your daughter’s sweet tight ass and take her hot young pussy that’s so wet and wanting to be fucked by Daddy’s cock.”
David dropped to his knees automatically, moving quickly behind his daughter as instructed. He could see Meg’s pussy was glistening with moisture as his hands held and spread her cheeks apart from behind. He slid his cock up and down Meg’s wet pussy, teasing her with his cock’s head. Finally settling over her pussy’s enterance, he slipped it in slowly at first before thrusting into her deeply.
Meg let out a muffled scream as her father’s hard cock broke through her virginal innocence and took her to another place filled with pain, as he filled her up til his cock’s shaft had disappeared completely inside her. Meg continued to eat out her mother as her father started to slowly and rhythmically stroke in and out of her, moving faster and faster as time went on. The pain that once was now turning into pleasure as her pussy began to get used to her father’s cock stretching her inner walls.
All three of them were now in a state of sexual frenzy and moaning with pleasure. Molly was bucking her hips forward trying to get her daughter’s mouth to suck even harder, and David was slamming his cock in a fevered rhythm, pushing Meg into her mother’s pussy. Meg was enjoying her mother’s hot pussy in her mouth and her father’s cock fucking her from behind…sending her over the edge.
Frank panned in for a great close up of all of them going at it harder and faster, moaning filling the room louder and louder as they were all enjoying what was going on.
“Oh God!!!!!” Molly screamed out loud. “Your making me cum sweety.”
Molly almost smothered Meg as she grabbed her head and pushed Meg’s mouth down on her pussy harder. Hearing and feeling her mother caused Meg’s own pussy to spasm and clamp down hard on her father’s cock, causiing him to also push David over the edge. Quickly pulling out of his daughter just in time to spurt his seed all over his daughter’s ass.
“Got it all,” Frank said joyfully. “This was definately somthing worth recording.”
Taking the tape from the camera, Frank held it out for the three of them to see as they had all slumped down together on the floor in a huddle. “Remember if I ever think you talked to anyone about this, you’ll be history and I’ll send a copy of this tape to everyone you know and even those you don’t will see it too.
Frank pocketed the tape, picked up his stuff and left via the back door, disappearing into the night and leaving the family changed forever from the encounter.

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A wealthy bachelorette hires some fun for the evening.

At the hotel bar she’s just finishing her glass of wine, relaxing from the meetings of the day. It had been ten hours since she left her room this morning, and she can’t wait to get back to it now. She’s still dressed in her formal business attire– skirt suit, dark nylons, medium heels, her long auburn hair done up in a nice wrap– and she’s looking forward to a nice hot bath and some entertaining company for the rest of the evening. Her first appointment isn’t until 1pm tomorrow, and she isn’t planning on getting to bed before midnight, for sleep anyway.

She orders two bottles of champagne to be sent up to her suite, then pays her bill, tipping the bartender with a fifty and wink, and saying, “Janice, this is to make sure they’re nice and cold and bubbly. I don’t suppose I can talk you into coming up and popping them for me?”

The bartender, a twenty-five year old grad student from the university in town, merely smiles, and says, “Ms. Madison, I’ll do what I can for your bubbly, but you know they won’t let me make house calls.”

“You can call me Madi, and I’ll speak to your superiors about freeing you from your confines in the future.” She stayed at the hotel frequently enough that she cold probably arrange the favor, but she knew Janice wouldn’t go along with it. Still, a girl can tease, can’t she?

“Thank you for your kind intentions, Madi, and have an enjoyable evening.”

On the way to the elevators she checked her watch– 7:10. Hopefully her package has arrived and was waiting for her in her room. She got a car to herself, and undid her hair on the way up to the 42nd floor to the small suite of rooms she reserved each time she stayed. Nothing too grandiose– an anteroom, bar and sitting room, bedroom, vanity, Jacuzzi bath, shower– but everything she found quite necessary when traveling for a week at a time, and all done in leather, hardwood, and marble.

As she walks in she hears running bath water being shut off. As her heels click across the short marble entryway, a young girl of twenty-two emerges from the bedroom. She’s 5’3” topped with straight black hair, cut in a pageboy with a barrette on either side, large 34d breasts over her thin waist and medium derriere. She’s got a cute, intelligent face, and she’s very attractive without being intimidatingly pretty. She’s dressed in a white, short sleeved spandex top with nothing underneath, and a pair of light pink boy short; this evening’s assigned uniform.

“Hello, Ms. Madison. Your bath is almost ready. I ordered dinner for later, and the champagne just arrived. Can I get you anything?”

Ms. Madison walked across the room to kiss her cheek, removing her blazer and tossed it onto a chair. “Hello, Paige. I need some water, then please pour us some champagne, after which you can help me out of these clothes.” She had found Paige about a year ago through an escort service specializing in college students. Whenever she came to Boston, which was four or five times a year for as much as a week at a time, she booked as many of her free nights as Paige had available in her schedule. In return for a substantial payment, she would serve as butler, dressing maid, bather, courtesan, and evening companion. Ms. Madison provided instructions beforehand, so that upon her arrival in the evening the routine could be executed without any confusion. After several visits Paige knew her preferences, and had gotten the system down. Today’s instructions read: Tight white top, pink shorts, barrettes, fully smoothed. Undress, full bath, redress. Champagne for three (will send up). Dinner in, 8:00pm. Additional guest around 9:00, please stay if possible.

Paige padded across the floor in bare feet to the bar to pour a tall thin glass of chilled Pellegrino and two flutes of Brut, then returned and handed the water to her mistress, placing the glasses on the table beside them. As Ms. Madison sipped the water, Paige carefully undid the buttons of her blouse, including the cuffs. As she untucked it from her skirt and opened it up, she put her hands around her waist and kissed the exposed skin above her camisole. Taking the glass and setting it down, she then removed the blouse, followed by the camisole, placing them in a neat pile on the table. Another kiss just above the breasts, then her hands slowly moved around to her back, unhooking her elegantly brocaded bra.

Ms. Madison (it was unclear whether this was her first name or last), was a very young looking woman of forty-four. She had a body that was full yet curvy, and one which radiated health and vitality. Standing 5’9”, her hips were somewhat larger than Paige’s and her breasts somewhat smaller at 34b, having proportions more suited for a woman her age rather than the sweater-girl physique of her attendant. She’d never been married, never had kids, and had always been sexually driven.

Paige placed the bra carefully on the pile, and placed her hands lovingly on Madison’s breasts, gently massaging them, and rolling her nipples delicately in her fingers. The intent was to relax and invigorate, but not to arouse just yet. Ms. Madison opened her mouth slightly and extended her chin, asking for a kiss, which Paige obligingly gave. As the kiss lingered, the skirt was undone and dropped to the floor, where upon Paige grasped the waist of the pantyhose and brought them cautiously downward as she lowered herself to her knees. Ms. Madison lifted her right leg as her hose were removed, then her left, stepping out of her skirt as she did. Still on her knees, Paige rolled the hose into a ball, then folded the skirt, placing both items on the table.

Ms. Madison, standing in her panties, reached for the champagne and handed a glass down to her. “Have a good long drink, dear. Finish the glass.” She did so in three big sips, then put the glass down beside her. Then she put her hands on Ms. Madison’s hips and kissed her stomach, working her kisses down to her panty line, which fell away as the panties were removed and her neatly trimmed bush was revealed. Again, soft encouraging kisses were given, but nothing too arousing. Paige then stood, took her mistress by the hand and lead her, naked, to the bath.

The tub, filled and bubbly, was nearly free standing in the large bath area, with two feet of surround on each end and a foot on either side. Paige dimmed the lights and guided her up the step to let her settle in, before climbing up and sitting on the surround behind her with only her feet in the warm water, Ms. Madison’s head resting in between against the padded lip. She began with a shoulder massage, gently rubbing the tension out of her body. She rubbed her temples, her neck, her arms, and ended up caressing her soft, soapy breasts, paying a bit more attention to her nipples this time, keeping them firm and excited. With the spray nozzle she wet her hair down, soaking her own panty clad lap and her shirt in the process, rendering them both erotically translucent. She washed her hair, taking her time to massage her scalp as she worked the soap through Ms. Madison’s long hair draped over her thighs. After her final rise, Paige’s attire was thoroughly wet.

“Oh, my dear,” Ms. Madison said, completely content, “you are so wonderful at that. Now come around here and wash the rest of me.”

She stood up and walked around to the side of the tub and stepped in. “Oh my, don’t we look a pretty picture,” Ms. Madison said gazing lustily at her buxom wet plaything.

“Thank you, Ms. Madison,” she said smiling, as she sat down between Ms. Madison legs, facing her. “I’m glad you find me pleasing.” With the sponge she proceeded to bathe her entire body, lifting each limb out of the water carefully as she went, taking the time to massage each as she proceeded from arms to hands, feet to legs. She finished with both hands underwater, caressing her uppermost inner thighs with her fingers as she massaged her lips with her thumbs.

“Ohhh, yesss…,” she sighed. “Rub mama’s pussy for her. Yes, just like that. So nice.” Paige knew just how she liked it. She rubbed her lips and squeezed her thighs for several minutes before even approaching her clitoris, getting her considerably worked up by then amidst her continuous soft moans. Finally, while she massaged her clit with one hand, she eased two fingers of the other gently into her warm slit, pushing slowly at first, then increasing the pace to match the urging of her mistress’s hips. She expertly brought her to the verge of orgasm and back down repeatedly over several minutes, something Ms. Madison had taught her to do. The result was that when she finally came, signaled by the persistent drive of her hips down onto her hands, the orgasm was tremendous, and could be stretched out for many, many more minutes. As the water sloshed about and the moans and gasps echoed in the marble room, Paige played her pussy like an instrument, coaxing whichever pleasure or intensity from it she wished, until at last Ms. Madison, said, “Enough, child, enough.”

Sitting back, still caressing her legs, Paige waited for further instructions as her lover recovered. “Why don’t you go get us some more champagne. Bring the bottle with you.” She stood up and let the water drain off a little before patting herself down with a towel. Her wet clingy see-thru outfit looked incredible, especially the way her large breasts seemed to want to jump right out. As she walked out she offered an excellent view of her nice young ass, and coming back in her pretty, bald snatch was just as pleasant to see.

She filled the glasses and handed one to Ms. Madison, setting the bottle at the foot of the tub. She took a drink of her own and set the glass beside the bottle.

“Thank you, now come back into the water and let me have a look at you.” Paige got back in and stood where she had been. “So lovely. Take off those silly wet shorts of yours for me.” She rolled the soaked fabric over her hips and down to her ankles, stepping out of them and leaving them to float away. “Oh, how pretty! Come closer,” Ms. Madison said, sipping from her glass. She placed a foot on either side of her thighs and stepped as close to her as the floor of the tub would allow, at which point Ms. Madison sat up, placing her hands on the backs of her courtesan’s thighs, and brought her face to her crotch. Paige let out a gasp as her warm tongue immediately parted her lips and slipped inside. Ms. Madison licked her perfectly smooth pussy hungrily, pulling her forward to her face, then stopped as she felt her knees buckle.

“I think I need to give you a good cleaning myself, you dirty thing.”

This was part of a code they’d developed. The use of various key words were Paige’s signals as to what sort of mood her mistress was in, and what sort of sex they would have. Were she to be called “lovely” they would share a tender sort of lovemaking, whereas “naughty” would lead to spankings, and “playful” meant toys would be used. “Dirty” as one of Paige’s favorites. It meant she was supposed to talk dirty to her while she was being sucked off, usually in some particularly adventurous manner. And best of all, it meant she could turn the tables a little on her mistress.

“Good, because my hot little cunt has been aching for a good suck all day. You need to give this little bitch what she deserves.”

She was instructed to climb onto the edge of the tub. Ms. Madison sat back against the padding as Paige put a leg on either side of her head, her legs stretching back across the surround. She supported herself by using her hands behind her on the sides to keep herself pressed into Ms. Madison face, who assisted by holding her ass in her hands. Thus suspended, Ms. Madison began to devour her filthy young girlie treat.

“Oh, god yes,” Paige began, “I finally get to fuck your pretty face. Oh, that’s it, give me a good cleansing tongue-fuck, mama. Give you little girl a shiny new pretty pussy.” She was aggressively grinding her hips onto her face, fucking her hard as her tongue shot up into her, her upper lip rubbing her clit. “Oh, fuck yes, mama. Face fuck my dirty girl cunt. Bite it, you fucker. Bite my fucking clit, goddammit! Ah-ouch!”

Paige got herself worked up pretty fast when she felt like it, and she definitely felt like it now. Her voice got higher and higher as her excitement grew, increasing in pitch until at times she got beyond her range, at which point it became nothing but high panting breathes. It made her seem so juvenile, and it was something Ms. Madison looked forward to every time. For the moment, though, she eased back to let her little girl recover, because she loved to hear her talk such filth.

“Oh, please, mama, don’t you fucking stop.” Paige bucked hard against her chin. “See what a dirty little fucker I am, huh? Keep tonguing me, bitch. Make my dirty fucking pussy come all over your precious pretty face! OW, fuck!!” She got a bite on the clit for that last one, letting her know she could go down that path if she wanted, but there would be a price for it.

“Oh, mommy, please don’t bite me,” she acquiesced, “pretty pussy’s sorry she’s so bad, but she can’t help it. Oh, god. Oh GOD, that’s so nice. Yessss, tickle my clit, mommy.” Her tongue was massaging her entire pussy now as she lifted Paige’s ass higher. The whole center of her sex was awash in pleasure, and she was nearly squeaking the words as her orgasm neared. “Oh, fuck! Fuck pretty pussy so good!”

Ms. Madison was feeling either particularly randy or particularly mean, because she backed her off again, which had exactly the desired effect. “Oh, godDAMMIT, you fucker! Lick my fucking cunt, bitch! Didn’t I make my pussy pretty for you? Didn’t I do everything you wanted? So smooth and fuckable on your pretty face.” She was grinding hard again, forcing her head back roughly into the padding. Ms. Madison wished she had a free hand to fuck herself with at this point, because Paige was in exceptional form tonight, and she was completely turned on. Her arms were finally getting tired however, so she decided at last to go in for the kill, plunging her tongue deeply in.

“Oh, YES, that’s it, just like that!” her voice shot up in range. Oh, yes, pleeeease. Gimme, gimme, gimme! Oh fuck, OH FUCK, I’m cu-“ her voice disappeared upwards into tiny hard breaths as the orgasm tore through her. She forced her sex forward onto Ms. Madison’s face and held it, her whole body rigid, then let it exploded into violent shocks of pleasure. It felt as if she would pass out, and she flexed her legs and arms to keep herself aloft, holding onto the position to savor the moment as long as it could possible last, before letting it recede.

When she was all done and fading from her pinnacle, Ms. Madison playfully released her, causing her to fall into the tub in her lap, sending water splashing everywhere and plunging Paige completely underwater. She came up gasping and laughing, and splashed Ms. Madison back in retribution, before lunging forward, wrapping her arms around her neck, and sharing a long warm passionate kiss. Even though theirs was a business realationship, at the heart of it there was a definite emotional bond between them.

“Did I make you happy, Ms. Madison?” she cooed innocently, kissing her face and neck. “Please tell me I’ve been a good dirty girl for you.” She nestled herself between her legs, curling up against her chest in a warm embrace. Ms. Madison stroked her messy wet hair back into place. “You’ve been a perfect darling,” she said, kissing her forehead.

There was a knock on the door, then it opened and room service was announced. “Please leave it on the table, honey.” Ms. Madison called from the tub. “I’m a little indisposed, sorry. I’ll give you a suitably compensatory tip on your check.” They heard the sound of the tray being left on the table, then the door being shut once again.

“Ok, Paige, time to get dried and dress.” Paige got up and out, removed her top, toweled off, then wrapped Ms. Madison in her towel when she stood up. After stepping down from the tub, she patted her dry all over, taking care to do a thorough job of it. As her hair was being dried, Ms. Madison absent-mindedly played with Paige’s ample breasts. “God, I love these wonderful globes of yours.” She bent over and drew a nipple softly into her mouth, running her tongue over it within. Paige held still, enjoying the attention until she was done, then hung the towel up and brought over some body powder, which she delicately applied, then brushed out her long auburn hair and rolled it up into a simple bun. She quickly brushed her own, replaced the barrettes, and went to look at the selection of clothing that had been laying on the vanity since this morning: a deep burgundy pencil skirt, garter and stockings that were almost an exact match, and a sheer cr? short-sleeved blouse with a high ruffled collar, with accompanying camisole. Beside it was some lingerie for her: a simple black silk chemise and a matching thong.

“Dress yourself first, dear,” Ms. Madison said as she walked over to the armchair in the corner and took a seat. Paige slipped on the thong, then tossed the chemise over her head and let it drape down. She brought the stockings over to where she sat, got to her knees, and rolled them sensuously up each leg, placing a kiss on the inner thigh at the height of each one. “Stand up please,” she said going over for the garter. She got to her knees again and reached the garter around her hips, fastening it in back, then adjusted the clasps and hooked the stockings. When she was finished she leaned in and placed a kiss at the base of her still exposed bush. She got up again, returning with both camisole and blouse. Pulling the camisole over her head, she smoothed it out and placed a kiss between her dainty cleavage. Then slipped on her blouse, buttoned it up all the way, and placed a kiss at the top of her neck, just below her ear. She retrieved the skirt, and leaned over, opening it to let her step in. She slowly pulled it up her legs and over her hips, carefully smoothing the camisole as she tucked it in, then zipped up the side, and kissed her cheek. She took a half step back with her hands clasped behind her to observe her handiwork, then leaned in and kissed her lovingly on the lips, holding herself suspended there for nearly a minute as their tongues entwined.

When they finally parted Paige said demurely and genuinely, “Thank you, Ms. Madison, for letting me dress you so nicely.”

Ms. Madison smiled and said, “Let’s have some dinner. You’ll be staying afterwards, I hope?”

“Yes, of course.”

They had some more champagne with dinner, emptying the first bottle and opening the second. They didn’t say too much as they ate, as their relationship was kept at an agreed upon professional distance for personal and emotional safety. Just as they were finishing and Paige was stacking things back on the tray, there was a knock on the door.

“Our guest has arrived. Will you please show him in.”

Paige went to the door not giving a second thought to her attire and opened it to find a handsome young man, a little older than her, maybe twenty-five, in a linen blazer, cotton shirt, jeans and beach sandals. This was a model quality individual, in shape but not overly muscled, clean cut brown hair and a close shave, and a smile that made her melt. He looked her up and down with a somewhat surprised look on his face, then entered as she stood away from the door. No words were exchanged; each understood their role.

“Come in, young man, and let me take a look at you,” Ms. Madison beckoned, now seated on the long leather couch in the sitting room, legs crossed.

“Oh, honestly,” she balked, “Jeans?? Young man, have you no sense of decorum? You leave me no choice but to ask you to remove this ensemble completely. Please hand them to my girl as you do.” Paige stepped to his side on cue, but he hesitated.

“Young man. Now.” Ms. Madison chided, looking him in the eye. “If I ask you to do something I expect it to be done. Is that clear?”

“Ye-“ he began, but was interrupted.

“I did not ask you to speak,” still holding his gaze.

He gave a slight understanding smile and bowed his head once, kicked off his sandals, then removed his blazer, shirt, and jeans, handing each one in order to Paige, who draped them over her arm and took them to the table when he had finished.

“You have exactly five minutes to shower and return, and don’t you dare waste anything in there. We’ll want everything you’ve got tonight.” Turning to Paige she said, “Show him the way, and make sure he’s timely. Go.” Paige extended her arm indicating the way and followed him through to the glass shower without saying a word. As she walked she couldn’t help but admire this man’s perfect form, and felt herself creaming a bit in her new panties. She stood outside the view of the shower in the vanity area until the water turned off, then came in and presented a towel, nodding slightly to indicate he was still on time. Then she returned to the main room.

“Pour us all some champagne, dear.” She poured three glasses and handed one to Ms. Madison, then the other to the young man as he entered the room. She couldn’t help but glance at his penis as she did. He had obviously given himself an erection in the shower, and although it was probably only half way at this point, it was still enormous, almost shockingly so.

He came into the room, graciously accepted the glass from the Paige, to whom he gave a surreptitious wink and stood again before Ms. Madison, raising his glass slightly in thanks. “Drinks as you wish,” she said. Now it was her turn to look him over, and her eyes widened a bit at the sight of him. “Oh my, young man, that is spectacular. You’ve come highly recommended, and I see you’ll not disappoint. Bring that thing over here. Young lady, come have a seat next to me.”

Paige sat down next to her as the young man approached the sofa. Ms. Madison leaned forward and gently wrapped her hands around his smooth cock and balls. Closer to fully erect now, he was easily eight inches long already, and a thick as any cock either of them had ever seen. Ms. Madison immediately placed her lips around the head, opening her mouth wide, then wider still as she literally pushed him in with her hand. As she stroked him, sucking only on the head, he grew to full hardness, and became the most magnificent mouthful she’d ever felt. She massaged his balls with one hand and pumped his shaft with the other while she drew his succulent precum out with her tongue. Then she released him and licked up and down his full length, deliberately leaving trails of saliva to get him nice and slick, then she popped him back in her mouth, this time opening her throat to take in as much of him as she could, simultaneously letting her wet hand glide easily up and down it’s length. She was an expert at sucking cock, and he equally adept at servicing women with it, but it was hard to say who was more aroused at this point; she by the sheer splendor of it, and he by the way she was able to stiffen him so fully and quickly.

After only a minute more of sucking, she released him again, this time letting go as well and hiking up her tight skirt all way to her waist. “Forget the foreplay, boy, get that thing in me pronto.” She lifted her legs, bringing her lips upward to greet him as he dropped to his knees and placed the tip at her opening, where a small glisten had emerged from the base of her hole. He was in the process of massaging her lips open with the head when she took it from him and pushed it right in. “I told you once, when I want it done, do it!” she said greedily, gasping as his huge cock abruptly forced her open and plunged to her deepest depths.

“Oh, my sweet fucking Jesus Christ, this thing is incredible! Goddammit, young man, fuck me right now like your best horny bitch. Oh!” Her voice became shouts of sweet agony as he took her for her word and immediately began slamming her back into the couch, holding her legs up to get maximum penetration.

“Oh, god, oh god,” she wailed intermittently over the course of the next few minutes. “That’s it, fuck your nice hungry hole with that big dick. OW! God, so fucking deep! Do it, get it in there! You better give me that good hot cum understood. Give mama that precious goo, right up in my tight cunt. Give to me.” Not sure whether to shoot it or wait and prolong her misery, he opted to restrain himself without showing it, lest he get in trouble again for disobeying her.

Beside them, Paige’s hand had found it’s way up under her thong, and ways slowly working her clit at the sight of the savage fucking for which her mistress was begging. She was mesmerized watching the full enormity of it disappear into her again and again, as she held on for dear life, pleading with him to make it worse. She caught a brief glimpse of the look of bleary bliss in her eyes as her head rolled to the side.

“Sweetie,” she managed, almost as if just remembering she was sitting there, “be a good girl and massage this man’s balls for me. He’s playing games with me by holding back, and I simply won’t tolerate it. Ah, oh God!” He fucked her harder for having found him out, then felt the soft grip of her pretty attendant’s hand caress his tight nuts as she reached around from behind him. It did the trick and it wasn’t long before he got even bigger and harder still with his impending load ready to flood this woman’s genitalia.

“Oh! Good girl, Fuck, oh GOD!” she yelled before losing the ability to articulate. He cock was now impossible huge and hard, and the unspeakable pleasure of it was coupled with the aching pain like being punched in the gut with each new impalement. Then she felt his hot liquid rush into her. She felt it simultaneously all the way in at her cervix, and fully down the length of her vagina as it was forced back out instantly, his massive cock taking up every bit of space within her. Her orgasm was blinding, and she just held on as best she could as this muscular fuck machine pumped her ruthlessly until drained of cum.

Coming back to her senses she breathlessly commanded, “Young man, take that thing out of me now and put it in my little girl’s mouth.” Paige, who had been leaning over while seated on the couch, simply lowered her head to take in a much of his cum soaked cock as she could once he’d pulled it out. Ms. Madison rubbed her hand over her worn, cum covered pussy, smearing the mixture of juices around her aching lips, and reaching further below to finger her ass while she watched her pretty plaything struggle with his girth.

“Relax your jaw, dear, just accept that it’s too big and work with it, don’t fight it. That’s it, let it glide in over your tongue. Stroke him gently with a wet hand to keep him stimulated. Good girl, practice taking him deeper each time.” Paige stopped to get a full breath of air with a loud gasp as spit and cum poured form her open mouth and down over her hand. She gathered it up, wiping her chin and reapplied the slick mess to his hardening dick.

Ms. Madison now had two fingers in her ass, lubing herself up for her next indulgence, waiting for her fluff girl to do her job. She gave him a few more minutes of recovery before taking over once again.

“Alright sweetie, that’s enough. Help me get out of these clothes for a minute.” She unzipped her skirt and raised her hips while undoing her blouse, as Paige pulled it off over her stockings. Fumbling out of her shirt she turned over, kneeling on the edge of the couch with her hands on the backrest.

“Ok, young Mr. Cock, time to put that up mama’s ass. Sweetie, come spit on me and help him get it in there.” He stood up and began to rub his dick on her backside, sliding it up and down between her cheeks. Paige leaned over and dribble a healthy amount of cum and saliva mixture from her lips, and rubbed it around and into her anus, getting both fingers easily in.

“Oh, yesss, such a good girl. Now grab his dick and slip it in me.” She held his shaft in one hand and pulled one cheek aside while he pulled the other, and together they pressed his enormous head into her waiting hole.

“Ooowww, FUCK!” she screamed, “Hold it still right there dammit! Oh god, start feeling nice, start feeling nice, please. Ssssshit!” He held it still, impressed that she’d even taken him in this far, and let her set the pace on her own. It sounded like she was almost crying as she rocked her hips slowly, taking short, quick breaths as she yearned for the discomfort to cease. Slowly the pain turned to ache, and the ache to a warm glow, then her anus finally began to tingle with the pleasure of it. She began to ease her ass over him, letting it glide in ever so slightly further with each backward press, drawing her arousal from his outward glide. Soon he was freely moving against the tight ring of her anus and into the warm soft pocket of her ass.

Adjusting now, but still breathing short, she turned to Paige and said, “Sweetie, lose your panties, climb up here, and sit in front of me on the back of this couch. Give mama something tasty to distract her.” She climbed up as instructed, placing her pussy right at head level for her to suck. “Oh, that’s a good pretty pussy. Let me have that. She balanced herself with her hands on Paige’s thighs as the young man began to fuck her in the ass at his own discretion. Paige knew she was being used to muffle the inevitable shouts, but they sent wonderful vibrations through her whole cunt each time she did. It wouldn’t get her off, but it was a great way to experience her ass fucking. Plus now she was sitting face to face with this gorgeous man and his terrific dick, and even though the scene was quite extreme, she still felt like a bashful schoolgirl flirting with him. She smiled as her pussy purred, and he smiled back as he filled her mistress’s ass with cock.

Ms. Madison felt his cock stiffened, and assumed it was from watching his counterpart’s pussy getting licked. But when she glanced up and caught her smiling at him, she knew in an instant what was going on. “Sweetie, I think he likes you. His dick got hard when you smiled at him like that.” Paige actually blushed. “Oooh, there it goes again. Keep smiling, child. Keep that dick nice and hard in mama’s ass for me. Maybe when he’s through loading me up with cum you can fuck him, too.” He stiffened again. “Ohh, little one, he’s looking forward to it.

Watching the cute girl in front of him who he knew he was going to fuck next get her cunt licked by the woman he was ass-fucking made the semen well up in his tightening balls all over again. With Ms. Madison’s mouth back over Paige’s pussy, he began fucking her harder now, forcing more muffled grunts from her as he rocked into her with a good strong rhythm, bringing her and himself closer to orgasm. Paige kept smiling at him, excited by the fact that he maintained eye contact throughout now, occasionally staring at her spread legs. Whenever he did she opened them wider, and his stiffening cock made Ms. Madison reward her with a good suck on her clit. It was an amazing circle of cause and effect, and it brought them all to orgasm at the same time.

Ms. Madison’s started first. Feeling his impending load build made her asshole hungry for his cream and the deep anal orgasm began to fill her throughout. This made her clamp down on Paige’s pussy, igniting her clit into the first of its spasms, and the pretty sight of her head falling back as she held the woman’s head up to her cunt and started cumming made the young man lose his load. When his hot jet shot up into her ass the next wave of escalation began again, and the triple orgasm multiplied as their shouts and moans filled the room. Holding her ass fully up against the base of his spurting cock, he gave her the last of his cum before slowly easing himself out. Her ass gaped for a moment, shiny with cum, before closing gently.

As he stood there, Ms. Madison, her pussy and ass dripping with come, instructed Paige to get some warm, wet towels to clean them up. She hopped down and stumbled to bathroom and returned a moment later with a handful of steaming towels to distribute.

“Pour us some more champagne, as well, dear. Then, if you can suck this boy toy back to life again, I’ll let you fuck him. How does that sound?” Even though Paige’s kitty was tired, she got herself wet thinking about that big cock in her at last.

“I think that sounds fantastic, Ms. Madison, thank you so much. I know I can get him back in shape,” she said, giving him another wink as she filled his glass.

They all collapsed on the sofa, Ms. Madison in the middle, sipping from their glasses, too tired and unconcerned to talk. After another round of pours in which they drained the second bottle, Paige put it down, downed what had left and stood before the two of them, seductively dancing in her black chemise, running her hands up and down her curvaceous body. She dropped one strap over her shoulder, then the other, and pulled the fabric down over her beautiful breasts, letting it rest on her waist as she arched her back to emphasize her curves and keep it from falling. With her hands she began to play with her tits, rolling the nipples in her fingers, and lifting them up to her mouth for a flick of her tongue. She was looking at both of them, but focusing her energy on the young man, looking for signs of revitalization in his freshly cleaned dick.

“Give him the works, dearie,” Ms. Madison said approvingly, taking great enjoyment from watching the show now that she’d been fully satisfied with her multiple fuckings.

Paige approached the young man and ran her hands up his strong thighs, then back down, using them for support as she lowered herself before him. She leaned in to place a kiss on one knee, then the other, and alternated her way up his inner thighs as he opened himself for her. With one hand she grabbed his half flaccid dick, squeezing and tugging gently on it while she pressed her face in to lick the soft underside of his balls. His dick was tired and his balls felt spent, but the ministrations of this cute little thing made everything feel good all over again.

She sucked his balls sweetly, looking up at him and smiling with her eyes, his big soft meat in her tiny grasp. She released them with a ‘pop’ and ran her tongue up the full length of his slowly hardening shaft, tickling the underside of the tip before licking back downwards. She continued doing this as before, leaving her trail of saliva and working it in with her hand, and before long she had the head deep in her mouth, and her little hand gripping his fully erect penis.

Ms. Madison congratulated her on her success, and stood up, issuing new instructions.

“Follow me, both of you,” she said, walking towards the bedroom door. They got up and followed, Paige holding onto his dick with an innocence like she were holding his hand.
Pulling back the bed covers Ms. Madison lay down in the middle of the bed with her head resting just at the foot of it.

“Come here child, and lay on top of me like we’re going to sixty nine. She hopped up onto the bed, with her knees next to Ms. Madison’s sides, her feet under her shoulders, supporting herself by resting her hands on her mistress’s thighs, beginning to understand what she had in mind. She looked over her shoulder and shook her ass at the young man.

From beneath the girl Ms. Madison said, “Now, come her boy, and let me suck on you for a minute before you give it to our little playmate here. He walked over and placed his dick on her face. She tilted her head all the way back and opened her mouth, and he slid his dick in her upside down face, bending his knees a little as he fucked her mouth, forcing her to gag. He rested his hands on Paige’s hips, staring at the tiny smooth snatch he was finally about to enter. Unable to wait any longer, her pulled his dick from her mistress’s mouth as she gasped for air, and positioned the head right at her opening, taking care to ease her open, unlike the entry he was forced to make earlier.

Paige let out a little sigh at the pressure of it, equally eager for him to enter. But as he moved inwards, the full width of it became apparent, and here little pussy was being uncomfortably stretched before he’d even gotten the head in.

“Ooooh, shit, shit, shit, oh my god!” she said giggling, her voice already rising to the upper registers with the excitement and trepidation. “Easy please, oh, yeah, like that. Slowly. Goddam, it’s so fucking HUGE, aaa-AAAH!” He was in to his full width, now it was just a matter of getting in as deeply as he could. Slowly he began rocking his hips.

Beneath them both, Ms. Madison had a perfect view to watch her girl’s adventure. She was licking both her clitoris and his shaft as he entered her, and his balls were beginning to brush her forehead as he drove deeper. She knew her tongue on Paige’s clit would make her pussy much more willing to take the abuse, and she loved the idea of having this glorious cock slamming into her less than an inch form her own face.

At about three quarters in he felt the back of her pussy, and she made him wait. “Oh jesus, fuck, you’re all the way in already, Oh my god it feels so fucking good. How much is left??” she asked, looking over her shoulder to see that a good portion of it remained. ‘Holy shit, it won’t fit, you fucker.” The pleasure was beyond anything she’d felt before, and she’d felt a lot of cock up in her tiny slit. But even though he was pushing her to the threshold of pain, it somehow still felt better being there.

“Ok, baby, go ahead, work it in to me slowly. Oh FUCK, that’s so good. MMMMmmmmmmm, yes, yes yes.” Here voice went right to the ceiling as he drove it all the way in and she just curled up and took it. She was squeaking like an eight year old now that he had gotten beyond her deepest depths and could still fuck her at will. Her cries were intoxicating and amazingly kinky, like he was fucking the little girl trapped inside this twenty-two year old hottie.

Meanwhile Ms. Madison was doing her fair share of torturing by continuously sucking her clit while enjoying his balls bouncing off her face. She could feel Paige’s head drop occasionally into her naked lap as she buried her face and screamed. Her little sex-pot was getting the fuck of a lifetime, and she had front row seats for it. She felt her having several small orgasms as they went along, each of which made her less and less coherent, and more and more susceptible to additional ones.

Luckily for Paige the young man found the whole thing terribly stimulating. Were it not for that, with all the action his cock had already seen he probably could have fucked her indefinitely. But after about ten minutes, which for Paige felt like forty, he began to feel the semen build again. Now, knowing it was his final shot of the night, he began to hammer her relentlessly, getting off on the near abuse he was giving her. She had long ago lost all means of communicating anything, and had been reduced to a shrieking and whimpering mess. Now, as he prepared for his ultimate push, the new level of intensity seemed to have reawakened her. She raised her head up, and was trying to speak, but all that came out were guttural noises from her throat, which with the rapid tempo of hips became a long continuous ever-modulating moan with the occasional bird like chirp thrown in. He was massacring this little girl with his cock, and it felt amazing.

At last he let if go and blasted his third load into her ceaselessly quivering cunt. The shock of it was so great that she actually fell silent even though her mouth was open and her throat was trying to cry out. Even her breathing stopped at this point, as the intensity of the pleasure made her momentarily lose consciousness. Ms. Madison felt her head fall into her lap and her body go weak when she did, and removed herself from her pussy, instructing the young man to hold still for a minute to allow her to recover. She came around in a few seconds, but was still far from coherent.

The young man slowly pumped the last of his semen into her, and eased himself out, again, leaving a temporarily gaping hole. He stumbled backwards onto a waiting chair, and watched as Ms. Madison gently rolled Paige over onto the bed, still murmuring with eyes shut.

“Go wash up and get dressed, please. There’s an envelope on the dresser there with your name on it,” she said matter-of-factly. As he got up and slowly exited the room she added, “That was world class fuck, young man, with a cock for the ages. We may be seeing you again.” He smiled, nodded, and left.

She turned herself around and curled up next to Paige, who was somewhat more alert now, but still unable to move. She pulled the sheets up over the two of them and held her for several more minutes, kissing her softly about the face and neck. Eventually Paige turned and faced Ms. Madison, just looking at her with her big brown eyes. It made the woman’s heart swell. Kissing her on the nose she said, “You’re a good girl, Paige. A very good girl, and mama loves you.”

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Claire’s relucant work at the woman-demeaning organisation “Titcage” has gradually changed her into a degraded slut.

Chapter 32
LESBIANS

That was how Claire and Steph slept from then on – chained together in a 69, wet and horny and eating each other’s twats. Almost every night their pussies were stuffed with dog-food – “desert”, their dad called it. They got their cunts spanked twice a day, and if they orgasmed from it their father would kiss them on the mouth. They ate at the table naked, masturbating while they ate, they would do all the chores in the house while naked, and they would crawl around for long stretches on all fours like dogs.

Claire’s success in campaigning gave her a temporary break from lobbying at work. She was instead assigned to one of Titcage’s research projects. They were currently working on methods to realign lesbians to enjoy cock, or to otherwise learn behaviours that were more pleasing to men. Young lesbians, desperate for money, had signed up as volunteers for these experiments. Claire was assigned secretarial and assistant work in these projects.

Her uniform in research turned out to be a lab coat with nothing underneath. Clips inside the labcoat attached to her nipples and labia; there was no reason for these clips, as far as Claire could see, other than to cause her pain, and they were very painful indeed. Claire’s clit ring was set to vibrate constantly.

Each of the experimental programs was different. One program consisted of several girls who did nothing else but come in three times a week and masturbate. They masturbated in isolated rooms containing nothing but a comfy chair and a TV screen; the only experimental requirement was that the girls masturbated for a full hour whether they were horny or not, that they take an aphrodisiac an hour prior to attending the office, and that they watch what was shown on the screen.

The screens started off showing gentle lesbian porn, and the girls masturbated to this happily, with Claire discretely watching and taking notes through a hidden screen. But over subsequent visits the videos changed. First they became more violent, with one woman dominating and degrading the other. Then men were introduced – at the edge of the frame as cameramen, or as extras observing. They started becoming naked, and more and more shots had erect cocks in them. Finally the men started becoming involved in the proceedings, with a girl giving a blowjob while she masturbated her partner, or the man cumming on the girls as they 69ed. Eventually the men were fucking the girls and then violently raping them.

Claire was fascinated to see that these girls, supposedly lesbians, would still have wet cunts even after everything happening on screen was heterosexual. She watched the little whores orgasm watching footage of a man slapping and raping a woman. Sometimes they would look confused or disappointed in themselves; two girls cried all the way through the later stages of the experiments. But they came nonetheless.

Naturally Titcage had kept all the footage of these girls, nude and sluttily rubbing their cunts. Part of Claire’s job was to arrange a little extra footage too; on the way to their last appointment at Titcage each of the lesbians would be raped by a man. The men were hired and paid by Claire (sometimes paid with money, sometimes with blowjobs provided by Claire). They would catch the lesbian, her pussy already wet from her pre-session aphrodisiac, rape her, and film the rape, including her inevitable orgasm. The crying girl would then turn up at Titcage and have to go masturbate for an hour while watching footage of each of the other girls in the program being raped just like she had been. They all thought the footage was just more porn; and they all orgasmed looking at it.

One of the most abhorrent experiments – and the one that made Claire’s cunt the wettest – involved one half of a teen lesbian couple. The girl was being paid to drug her lover. Three times a week she would secretly feed her unsuspecting lover a combination of drugs which would get her aroused and knock her unconscious. The girl would then get her male friends to come over and rape her lover in her sleep. Titcage cameras hidden in the house by the girl allowed Claire and her unit to watch the lover’s behaviours while awake; they had been delighted to discover that the unknowingly-raped girl was using a dick-shaped dildo more often, was making porn choices that more often involved men, and was dressing sluttier and flirting with her male friends. Soon, however, the girl was going to discover she was pregnant despite having no memory of fucking any men; the whole team were awaiting that moment eagerly. Claire found that she herself was often fantasising now about either using the unconscious girl for her own sexual gratification, or being raped while she was asleep.

Constantly tracking the abuse and degradation of pretty sluts all day left Claire in a state of extreme sexual tension. There was an almost constant trickle of cunt slime running down her legs, and she had to drink a lot of cordial to keep up with the moisture she was losing to arousal and perspiration. The work was real work and it kept her busy; she rarely had time to slip away even to piss. When she did manage to get away, most times she couldn’t even let herself orgasm because of her requirement to complete three full masturbations each day without cumming.

She wished Jim was around to fuck her; but he wasn’t. The other girls working in research were cool to Claire and none seemed inclined to help her get off. The section leader was a man named Miles, and he simply wouldn’t fuck her. She had tried everything to get him to; she had kissed him, rubbed her tits against him, let him see her breasts and twat. She had even got into work early one day and waited for him, kneeling nude in his office and cupping her tits for his pleasure, but he had ignored her except for telling her to get to work. She had cried all day that day; she knew what a slut she was now, and that was horrible, but to be such a slut and then be rejected was even worse. If all she was good for was fucking, and people wouldn’t fuck her, what was the point of her?

That made her afternoon sessions with Kitten all the better. They would lick each other to orgasm as soon as possible after work; sometimes in the toilets, lying in a pool of urine; sometimes in the back of Kitten’s car. Once they couldn’t even make it to the car, and the two girls ate each other out on Titcage’s front lawn, in full view of staff passing by. A part of Claire was appalled by what she was doing, as men walked past and took pictures of her licking Kitten’s twat, but a bigger part of her just needed to cum desperately and had been fantasising about Kitten’s pussy all day.

Sometimes they would go back to Kitten’s house, where Claire would suck or fuck Kitten’s dad, and then both girls would service Kitten’s friends. Sometimes they would go back to Claire’s house, where Kitten would put on a whorish show and then Claire and Steph would eat their dinner out of Kitten’s pussy before Kitten went off to fuck their father.

Kitten helped Claire meet her last Q grade requirements. She took Claire for walks and helped her practice relaxing her bladder and pissing while walking. It was strange at first but then Claire liked the freedom of urinating without stopping, feeling the warm liquid run down her leg as she walked. People sometimes looked at her strangely but Claire was used to that now.

Kitten also helped Claire learn how to put her tits in bondage. The simplest way was with tight nylon ropes; Kitten showed Claire how to wrap it around the base of her boobs and tie it tightly. The result was intense pain in Claire’s fuckbags; they bulged obscenely and started to go a dark purple, and Claire discovered that they were now super-sensitive and would flare in agonising pain at the slightest bump. Delivering her required hugs to men with her boobs bound up was extreme self-torture. Bumping into a wall left her screaming in pain.

Claire chose Ben as her male friend for her masturbation requirements. Whenever she was alone with Ben, Claire’s hand would always be at her pussy, rubbing frantically. Ben didn’t mind; he seemed to be resigned to Claire’s sluttiness now, and in any case was often too busy fucking her mouth or her tits to care. But the routine of always touching herself while near a particular man did strange things to Claire’s mind. It reinforced the idea that, for this man at least, all she was for was fucking. And it helped train her in the larger idea that she should always be wet and ready for the use of men.

Claire was required to sometimes hurt her tits or twat while masturbating now. Kitten showed her that this was as simple as putting clothespegs on her nipples while rubbing her cunt. At first Claire found this painful and distracting but soon she became used to the feeling of a little stinging in her tits while she fingerfucked her twat. After a while she found her pussy juicing up in anticipation when she applied the pegs.

Finally, Claire was required to drink cum from a condom. Kitten furnished this for Claire after Claire’s second porn party. A terrified Amy and Elena had turned up again, although this time Steph avoided the event. The boys spent all night raping the girls while watching abusive porn; Claire orgasmed twice. After the boys had gone, Kitten brought Claire a full condom, and then licked Claire’s cunt while Claire upended the plastic balloon over her tongue. The cum tasted cold and sticky, but good. Claire orgasmed from Kitten’s tongue as she licked the last of the sperm from the inside of the condom.

It was only afterwards, as the two girls kissed in post-coital bliss, that Kitten told Claire where the sperm had come from.

‘That was from your dad,’ Kitten whispered. And even as Claire’s stomach did a horrified flip, something happened in Claire’s pussy, and she orgasmed twice.

(To be continued…)

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Ginny, reeling from the gangbang, tries to understand who she truly is.

Futa Naked In School – Futa’s Naked Temptation

Chapter Three: Ginny’s Naughty Futa Revelation

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Ginny Reynolds’s Week, Wednesday

I huddled in my house’s upstairs bathroom as the shower’s spray grew colder and colder. Despite washing off all the futas’ cum that had splattered my body from the gangbang, I still felt so dirty. Candice’s blue eyes, peering behind her glasses, haunted me.

My friend had witnessed me enjoying being fucked by all those futas.

In my college’s bathroom, I was taken again and again by futas who were eighteen-year-old freshmen like me to twenty-one-year-old seniors like Stacie. I sucked their dicks. I took their girl-cocks in my pussy. They jerked off their shafts and sprayed my body in cum while I hungered for more.

Just three days in the Program, and I turned into an utter slut.

Three days!

Yesterday, I woke up a virgin. I thought I would stay that way until I grew horny enough to surrender my cherry to my futa-girlfriend, Samantha. The moment my name was called by President McTaggart, the head of my college, I knew I wouldn’t make it the without having sex with Samantha.

I just… didn’t think someone else would pop my cherry first.

It was in the locker room, showering with the futas, when that bitch Shelena had cornered me. The bullying futa-quarterback thought she was hot shit. That all the girls were just wet for her. She thought she could enjoy me and…

The memory of the Black futa caressing me made me shiver. I almost gave in. Despite how much I protested, despite how much I struggled, I almost surrendered to the passion and let her take my virginity. I resisted at the last moment, so she was about to force me, thinking I wouldn’t care once she was in me.

Candice saved me.

She recorded it on her phone and blackmailed Shelena to stop. She was so brave. My nerdy friend was the shyest futa I knew. She never got in a fight. She was timid, but that day, she was my futa-heroine. I was so wrapped up in my lusts that I fucked her.

I lost my cherry to her, cheated on Samantha, and destroyed everything.

Samantha found out. To get back at me, she arranged the gangbang, guilting me into doing it. But I enjoyed it anyways. I didn’t mind that she watched. She was fucking me with them, using my body to satiate her pleasure. But Candice… She watched, but didn’t join in.

She saw what I truly was. A filthy, disgusting, slut.

My mom knocked at the door. “Ginny, honey, are you okay? You were covered semen.”

“Go away!” I hissed, the shower spray getting colder and colder as the hot water heater failed. Goosebumps burst out across my skin. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine, honey,” she said. “Please, you can talk to me. Did something go wrong in the Program?”

A bitter laugh burst from my throat. “Oh, no, the Program worked perfectly! I explored my sexuality. I’m such a slut! Did you see how much cum was covering me?”

“I did…” She sounded disgusted, too. “That’s okay. You’re a young girl. I know when I was your age, I had urges and—”

“Did you let twenty futas fuck you?” I hissed, wanting to drive her away, to let her know just how filthy I was.

“Well, no,” she said. “But it was a more repressed time. Sex was seen as bad. We didn’t have the shot, so there wasn’t 100% full proof birth control, and there were still all the STD’s. Things are different for you. You can enjoy yourself and not worry about the consequences.”

There were plenty of consequences. “Samantha broke up with me.”

“Well… That happens. First loves rarely work out. Your futa-mother wasn’t my first futa I loved. Not even the fourth.”

“Candice hates me, too,” I said. My shoulders shook. The tears fell as the water grew icy. I shivered and then shut it off. I sprang out of the water and ripped open the door. “Candice saw it all and she… she…”

My mom enfolded me in her arms. Candice and I were friends for as long as I remember. From preschool. We grew up together. She was my best friend, even if she were a futa, and now… Now…

I clung to my mother, my face buried in her neck, my naked body soaking her dress. She rocked me as all the pain flowed out of me. I had ruined everything yesterday. Candice was the last person I should have ever fucked.

It would have been better if Shelena rammed her girl-dick into me.

Candice used to love me. Now… now she saw what I was. Who could love someone who would fuck twenty futas in a bathroom? Who could love someone that sucked all those cocks and came over and over again. My pussy ached from all the futa-dicks I took today. They speared into me, pumping me full of jizz.

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Thursday

I didn’t get out of bed the next morning. I just lay there, ignoring my phone. I told my mom I was sick. She knew I was lying, but she understood. She brought me a breakfast of French toast, normally my favorite.

I picked at it before rolling onto my side and hugging my pillow. My curtains were drawn shut, heavy drapes that blocked out the world. I vowed to never leave my room. A vow that lasted an hour before I had to pee.

Then I vowed to never leave my room except to use the bathroom.

As I lay there, my phone vibrating and chirping, the images of yesterday flowed through my mind. How Samantha claimed my pussy was hers. How she fucked me bent over the toilet while the futas watched me. Her girl-dick drilled into me, stirring up my cunt.

My pussy grew hotter and hotter as I lay naked in my bed. Yes, I was still naked, still following the dumb Program. Who thought it was a good idea to encourage college coeds to attend classes naked for a week so they could “learn about their sexuality”? I wanted to find them and slap them.

I didn’t need to discover that I liked being gangbanged.

That my pussy cunt was itching right now.

I bit my lip, squirming. That juicy heat built and built between my thighs. My clit was on fire. My labia getting wet and juicy. I rubbed my legs together, trying to ignore it as flashes of the gangbang sparked through me. Being spit-roasted on my hands and knees, a cock fucking my mouth and pussy.

The feel of hot cum spurting on my skin.

The plunge of a hard dick into my cunt.

The degrading words the watching futas said about me.

Whore.

Slut.

All of it made me feel so wonderfully filthy. Just an object writhing on the ground to please them all, eager for another hard clit-dick to feel my mouth or cunt.

My fingers found my pussy.

I whimpered as I stroked my hot flesh. My juices coated my digits. I rolled onto my sides, my thighs trapping my hand between them, and ran my digits up and down my pussy lips. I stared at the drapes, sunlight forming a bright spot of blue in the middle. I whimpered as I caressed my labia, my touch spilling pleasure through me.

My fingers brushed my clit. I groaned, more and more of my juices flooding. My pussy clenched, feeling so empty, wanting a futa-cock to fill me. I licked my lips. My phone buzzed in the background, vibrating on my nightstand.

I ignored it and plunged two digits into my pussy. I groaned as I thrust into my opened depths. My toes curled as I reached into me. It was such a delicious feeling. Hot rapture surged through me. My eyes squeezed shut as I squirmed on the bed. My heartbeat drummed inside of me.

I ground the heel of my hand against my clit. I caressed that little bud, pleasing it, sending delight surging through me. I closed my eyes, drifting back to yesterday, to Samantha confronting me on my cheating.

“Prove it. Prove you’re still mine!” she’d said.

I did.

“Fuck me!” I hissed now, working my fingers in and out hot and fast. “Give me those futa-dicks. Let me suck on them. Let me gulp down your jizz while you fuck me!”

I shoved the fingers of my left hand into my mouth, my lips sealing about them as I sucked. I groaned, my body shuddering on the bed. My cunt grew hotter and hotter around the digits of my other hand. The heat soaked into them as I plundered my snatch. That wet, squelching sound filled the air.

Pleasure rippled through me. I quivered as I drove myself towards my orgasm and—

My door shook as someone knocked. “Ginny, honey, you have a visitor.”

I popped my fingers out of my mouth, my pussy clenching on my other digits. I was building towards that wonderful orgasm. I just wanted that bliss to rush through me, to drown out this pain in my heart. I threw a look over my shoulder. I could see the shadow of my mother’s feet blocking some of the light spilling beneath my door.

“I don’t want to see anyone!” I said, thrusting my fingers deep into my cunt out of defiance. “I’m sick.”

“It’s your college’s president. Ms. McTaggart.” Mom cracked open my door.

I gasped, rolling onto my back and yanking up my covers which ripped my fingers out of my cunt in the process. “Mom!”

She peered in. “It’s okay if you’re naked. We’ve both seen you all week.” The door opened wider, lights pilling through the room. “You need to talk to her, okay. Figure out how to go forward.”

Ms. McTaggart stood in the doorway, her curly, red hair farming her face. Her normal bubbly enthusiasm was muted as she stepped into the room. Her stocking-clad legs whisked as she entered the room, her tight skirt hugging her hips and falling to her mid-thighs. Her breasts were hugged by a tight, low-cut blouse.

“Hi, Ginny,” she said.

“Ms. McTaggart,” I said, so aware that the fingers of my right hand were coated in my tangy juices. My cheeks burned, my nipples throbbing beneath the covers. “I’m sick.”

“No, you’re not,” she said, turning on the light. “It’s okay, Mrs. Reynolds, I can talk to her.”

“Okay,” my mom said. She gave me a smile. “It’ll be okay, honey. You’ll see.”

I shrugged.

The president didn’t close the door as she moved into the room. Footsteps creaked in the hallway. It sounded like my mom didn’t go far. She was just lurking outside my door, giving the illusion of privacy. She still thought I was a child, I think. But I was eighteen.

No longer a virgin.

“When I approved the Program, I knew things would get… interesting. Youthful hormones being what they were, I was expecting gangbangs from time to time.”

My cheek burned as she spoke.

“But I wanted those girls, or futas, getting taken over and over to find it a positive experience, and you didn’t.”

“Because I’m a slut,” I said, spitting out the word.

She sat down on the edge of my bed and gave me a futa-motherly smile, something my own futa-mom would give me. I swallowed as she took my hand, stroking it. “Slut is a pejorative word. You can always embrace it, of course, and I know many girls who do enjoy the label, but you’re no more a slut because you enjoy sex than those futas who gangbanged you. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I cheated on my futa-girlfriend,” I said. “Isn’t that wrong?” I stared at her. “What type of girl does that?”

“A confused one,” she said. “I won’t say that cheating is a good thing to do. There’s an intimacy in being a couple. You shouldn’t throw that away easily. But it happens. Your emotions get the better of you. It makes you think about your priorities, doesn’t it.”

“Priorities?” I asked, frowning.

“To reorder your emotions, to see what is truly important to you.” She squeezed my hand. “I saw the footage. About a dozen different futas filmed the gangbang over its course, but I noticed what it revealed about you and Samantha.”

I squirmed.

“I don’t think Samantha loved you,” she said. “Not really. Oh, she was infatuated with you, but those words. ‘This is my pussy,’ and, ‘I own this pussy,’ are not the words of love, are they?”

My shoulders squirmed.

“You didn’t like her saying that, did you?”

“No,” I said. “But…”

“You felt guilty for breaking your promise to stay faithful.” She smiled at me. “But did you feel guilty for cheating on her, or because you didn’t think yourself that type of girl who could cheat. Did you ever love Samantha?”

“Of course I loved her,” I protested. “I dated her.”

Ms. McTaggart gave a soft chuckled. “Well, as a futa, I can tell you that love has nothing to do with dating. Love might grow from dating, or it might exist before you ever have your first kiss. Usually, it starts out as infatuation. Which is another term for lust. That same lust that you unleashed in the bathroom. You were angry at her. You wanted to show her your passions, didn’t you.”

I squirmed. Was that what happened?

“That you owned your body by allowing all those futas to enjoy it.” The president’s eyes lit up with passion. “It was… stirring. You enjoyed yourself. So why did you come to hate it? To run home.”

“B-because she saw me,” I said, my eyes filling up with tears. “She witnessed what I was.”

“A beautiful girl budding into her sexuality?” Ms. McTaggart asked. “Do you think she hates you now?”

“Of course she hates me!” It hissed out of me. “She just witnessed what I did. After I was her first time… After she was my first time… When she…” I choked off, not wanting to revel what happened in the locker room. “We were each other’s firsts on Tuesday. I loved it. It was special, and now it’s not. If I wasn’t with Samantha, I would…” I groaned, realizing this snarl of emotions in my chest. “Now it’s even worst. Candice despises me. She stood there and watched. The only one who didn’t fuck me.

“Who didn’t use me. Because she loves me. And.. and…” My sobs grew worse, squeezing off my words, only snatches breaking through as I poured out how Candice must hate me now. Must think I was so filthy.

“Why don’t we ask her,” Ms. McTaggart said. “Candice?”

The footsteps lurking outside my room creaked. I looked up, expecting to see my mom. Instead, my blonde futa-friend entered, her golden pigtails falling about her shy face, her long skirt rustling. She rubbed her hands before her, her blue eyes liquid and vulnerable behind her glasses.

“I don’t hate you, Ginny,” she said, taking a step into the room.

“I’ll leave you two to talk,” Ms. McTaggart said, rising. “I saw something in those video tapes. Glimpses of Candice watching you. Well… Talk.”

Then the president closing my bedroom door behind Candice. It grew dark again, cozy. I was suddenly so aware I was naked beneath my blankets. My cheeks burned hot. I spent the last three days naked around complete strangers, let alone Candice, and I didn’t feel as vulnerable as I did now.

I felt exposed.

“I don’t hate you because of what happened,” Candice said, approaching my bed. “I… I understood why you did it. I saw it. You were trying to prove to Samantha that you were a good girl.”

“How good of a girl was I when we…” I bit back my words. “I don’t mean to say I didn’t enjoy what we did. Because I did. A lot. I don’t regret that we did it, just…”

“When we did it?” she asked, taking another step forward.

I nodded my head. I fell back on my pillows then, keeping my blankets pressed up to my neck. I stared at her, studying her. She was a dark figure but my eyes were adjusting to the gloom, a twilight forming. Her features resolved. There was no loathing in her eyes. No disgust. She stared at me… and looked afraid. She was terrified.

“Why did you watch?” I asked. I bit my lip. “Why did you even come?”

“I thought Samantha was going to kick my ass and…” Candice swallowed. “I felt so guilty for what we did. She was my friend, too. I never wanted to break you two up. I thought you two were happy together. I was fine with that. Or, that’s what I lied to myself.” She gave a bitter laugh. “It was so painful being around you sometimes, but I embraced it to be next to you and…

“It was worse yesterday. I felt ripped to shreds watching those futas use you. They came all over you. They dumped their cum into you and… You loved it.”

I nodded my head, tears forming in my eyes. “I did.”

“I kept telling myself I should be mad at you. That I should hate you. If you were worthy of being loved, then you wouldn’t be on your knees taking dicks from both ends.”

The intensity of her words caught me.

Suddenly, she was at my bed. She took my hand, still clutching my blankets to my neck, and pulled it to her. It disturbed my cover, the comforter slipping down to expose the top swell of my breasts. She brought my fingers to her lips.

The fingers I was masturbating with before being interrupted.

She kissed them.

“I couldn’t make myself hate you because… I realized you weren’t perfect. You couldn’t be perfect. No one is. You made a mistake. You were trying to fix it, and that just led you into this horrible place where you embraced being this wild girl. You let your passions run out of you and… I still loved you. I still cared for you. I tried to tell you, but you ran out of there so fast. You were like lightning, leaving a trail of cum in your wake.”

A giggle suddenly burst from me at the image. “Sorry,” I said, twisting, feeling so bad for laughing right now. “It just slipped out, I mean…”

“The poor janitors had to mop that up. I bet Azra was pissed.” She smiled, stroking my fingers. Then she said. “If you’re staying here because you think I hate you, I don’t. If that’s why you didn’t come to school, you don’t need to be afraid to return.

“But if you’re ashamed because of what you did in the bathroom, that you enjoyed yourself and afraid that everyone thinks you’re a slut, then that’s fine, too. You don’t have to come back. I’ll hang out with you. I’ll bring your homework. I’ll help you get through it.”

“Does everyone think I’m a slut?” I asked.

“Not any more than then they think Tina Walker is one. She had to do one better than you. When classes were over, she had the entire football team run a train on her.” Candice shook her head. “She was begging for every futa to drench her in cum. Poor Lola Lovell was having a meltdown. Her and her Purity Society were protesting it, saying these sort of gangbangs drove you out of school.”

“It was you,” I said, my fingers curling around hers. “Just… thinking you hated me. We’ve known each other all our lives. It terrified me thinking I messed things up Tuesday by springing on you, and then yesterday happened while you watched. It made me realize just how much I care about you, Candice, and—”

She kissed me.

Her head swooped down before I could even realize what was happening, and she kissed me. Not a friendly kiss, either. It was like that passionate kiss we shared in the locker room. Only this time, she initiated it. Her tongue thrust into my mouth as our lips melted together.

Fireworks detonated inside of me.

Our tongues dueled as she pulled away my blanket. She exposed my body, and I didn’t care. I wanted her to be exposed now. My pussy simmered. I was glad I didn’t cum while masturbating. I would have such a wicked orgasm at her hands.

Her hand slid up my body. There was a strange tremble racing through her fingers even as she moved with such boldness. It was like she was both confident and terrified all at the same time. This wondrous mix of energy that was bursting out of her.

I whimpered into her lips when her hand closed about my left tit.

Candice kneaded my breast, working her fingers into my plump mound. Little tingles raced through my flesh to the aching apex of my nipple. My nub throbbed as her fingers caressed me, working higher and higher.

She brushed the edge of my areola.

I whimpered in anticipation.

She stroked across my pink ring to brush my nipple. My pussy clenched. Little stars burst inside of me. I groaned and shuddered on the bed. The pleasure swept through me. This amazing delight that had my heart drumming away in my chest.

I kissed her with such passion. I moaned into her mouth, my tongue dueling with hers. I squirmed on the bed. It creaked as we shared our love. Her glasses nudged my cheeks. Her eyes fluttered behind them.

So blue.

She broke our kiss, panting, her face red. “Ginny!”

“Uh-huh!” I moaned, my thighs squirming. I rubbed them together, putting pressure on my aching clit. My little bud throbbed. I needed to be touched everywhere. “I feel… it… too…” I was so out of breath. I couldn’t speak straight.

She kissed me again, hungry, devouring. It was incredible. My hands twitched. I brushed the front of her pink dress. I slid up her cloth, caressing the fabric until I found her own breast. I squeezed her, feeling her tit through the cloth, her bra’s underwire stiff. I dug into her as she pinched my nipple, her fingers playing with it, teasing me.

She broke the kiss again, staring into my eyes. My fingers found the buttons of her bodice, sliding away from her tits. I worked the first one through its eyelet. Then the second. She trembled as I unfastened her bodice.

Then her head snapped down. She engulfed my nipple. She suckled on it with a hunger that had me groaning. I shuddered on the bed, my pussy clenching as she sealed her mouth around it. Candice nursed on it, her blue eyes watching me.

“Oh, yes, Candice!” I whimpered, the heat swirling through me. “Mmm, that feels incredible. I love it! You’re driving me wild.”

She nibbled on my nub, working her lips against it. I groaned, my fingers spasming and twitching. My head tossed from side to side as she sucked on my nub. Her tongue danced around it, caressing me, making me shiver.

My toes curled. I kept working the buttons. Her bodice was loose. My hand reached in, touching the bare skin of her belly. She whimpered about my nipple as my fingers climbed up her hot flesh, reaching higher and higher, heading towards her breasts.

“Oh, Candice,” I said, feeling the lacy edge of her bra. “Mmm, did you wear something naughty for me?”

Her cheeks blushed crimson.

“Yes, you did,” I purred. “Let me see!”

She rose, her round breasts constrained in a gray bra, her cheeks blazing with her blush. She squirmed as she worked her blouse off her shoulders and down her arms, her dress bunching at her waist. I licked my lips, my hands massaging my thighs as I watched her strip. She was such a sexy futa.

I wished I recognized it earlier. We wasted so much time.

I groaned as she pushed her skirt off her hips, revealing a matching pair of panties, cut for a futa’s dick. That gray fabric barely constrained her large dick. My pussy clenched, aching for something big to feel me. I craved it. had so many cocks yesterday.

But there was only one futa-dick I wanted right now.

Her hips wiggled as she stepped out of her skirt, her cock twitching in her panties. She bit her lower lip and reached behind her, unclasping her bra. She shrugged out of the straps, working them down her arms, and exposing her round breasts. They were the same size as my own.

Maybe we could swap bras sometime.

Her nipples were a dusky shade of pink, not the bright hue of my own, and hers had a slightly different shape, more teardrop, but they were still lovely. I bit my lip, fingers digging into my tits as her hands slid down her body.

I saw her naked on Tuesday, but this felt so different. Intimate. She wasn’t nude to shower in the locker room. She was getting naked for me. Her lover. A quiver ran through me at thinking that word. A wanton moan burst from my lips.

She shoved her panties down off her hips.

“Yes!” I groaned as that big, thick shaft popped out, thrusting from her blonde bush hiding her pussy folds. I quivered in utter delight, nodding my head in approval as her hips wiggled from side to side, her dick swaying before her.

“That is what I want to see!” I moaned. “Ooh, yes, you have such a big cock.”

“Ginny!” she groaned.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” I said. “Don’t you like my tits?”

She nodded her head, her eyes latching on them.

I parted my thighs. “And I know you loved my pussy.”

“I didn’t get a good look,” she said, peering between my legs. I felt so open down there. Vulnerable. But I wasn’t afraid. She licked lips and continued, “It’s so strange seeing your labia with no cock thrusting out from your folds.”

I giggled. “You don’t have a cute, little clit like me. That’s what’s weird.” I thrust my hand down, finding my clit nestled amid my fiery curls and silky pussy lips. I massaged it, pleasures rippling through me. “Mmm, my little button’s right here. Right where your big dick thrusts from your cunt.”

Candice licked her lips, her blue eyes so hungry. She made me feel so womanly. My eighteen-year-old body quivered. I let out a groan of delight, my heart thundering in my chest. I squeezed my tits tight, kneading and massaging them.

“You want to eat my pussy, don’t you?” I said.

She shuddered.

“That’s okay,” I said. “No futa’s eaten my pussy. Samantha gave it a kiss, but… None of them cared about my pleasure, did they?”

“No,” Candice said and something… angry flashed across her face for a moment. Her hands balled into fists while her round tits quivered.

Then, with a hissing growl, she fell on my bed and maneuvered between my thighs. I gasped as she pushed my legs farther part, her blonde pigtails dangling past her face as she pressed her mouth into my pussy.

Licked.

My eyes bulged as her tongue danced through my folds. She licked and lapped at me, teasing me. I groaned as the pleasure surged through me. She fluttered her tongue up and down my folds, giving me such delight.

Futas had touched me, fucked me, for the last three days. But they did it for their own amusement. As Candice ate me, I felt she was doing it as much to please me as to satisfy her own desires. She was sharing her passion with me instead of just using me to get off. It was such a rush. My toes curled, my back arching as the pleasure shot through me.

“Candice!” I moaned, this bubbling warmth rippling through me. It was more than the pleasure her tongue was churning in my pussy. It was… her love flowing into me.

I felt how much she cared for me with every lick of her tongue. With every stroke up my petals to my little bud. I gasped, my back arching as she wrapped her arms around my legs and pressed me tight against her mouth. Her tongue licked and lapped at me. She teased me, drove me wild. This hot passion fluttered through me.

I ground my cunt against her mouth as she devoured me. Her tongue thrust into my sheath, fluttering around inside of me. I groaned, my hands shooting down, grabbing her blonde pigtails. I gripped her hair, holding tight to her as she feasted on me.

“Candice!” I moaned. “Oh, wow, Candice! That’s wonderful!”

“You taste amazing,” she panted. “This delicious tang! All those other futas were idiots for not enjoying this.”

“Idiots,” I whimpered as she fluttered her tongue through me. She jabbed it deep into my cunt, plunging in and out of me. “This is incredible. You’re going to make me cum.”

Her head lifted up. My nerdy futa-lover flashed me such a confident, smirking grin. She wanted to make me explode. I could see the pride in her eyes. She lowered her head and lapped again, fluttering her tongue through my folds.

I gripped her hair while my back arched. I ground my pussy against her licking mouth, savoring every moment that she feasted upon me. She drove me wild. She teased me. My heart hammered in my chest. The pleasure surged through me as I whimpered and groaned. I ground against her, my thighs brushing the rims of her glasses.

“Candice!” I moaned, unable to stop myself from crying out. I knew my mom was lurking nearby and probably President McTaggart, too, but… “Candice, yes!”

I was in the Program. Let them hear.

I pressed her face tight against my pussy. I held her their, humping against her. Her tongue danced everywhere. She caressed my labia and clit before plundering into the depths she deflowered. I whimpered. Pleasure spilled through me.

My orgasm built in my depths.

It was this hungry ache deep inside of me begging to explode out of me. It was this hot delight about to rush through me. I groaned, my pussy clenching around her probing tongue. Her cute nose rubbed into my clit.

“Oh, yes, Candice!” I gasped as her hands gripped my thighs tight. I pulled hard on her pigtails. “I love you!”

I came.

A powerful orgasm rippled out of my pussy. It surged through me, spasming my inner depths. I gasped as these intense waves of rapture rolled through me. This wasn’t the hot, gasping climaxes from getting fucked hard, but gentler. Longer.

Better.

As my juices flowed out of me, Candice kept licking me. She teased my labia and brushed my clit. She drank the cream as it flooded her mouth. I moaned as she kept these wonderful waves of euphoria sweeping through me.

I clutched at her pigtails as my body bucked against her. I whimpered and moaned, stars dancing before my eyes. My head tossed back and forth as she loved my pussy—loved me!—with her delicious mouth. Her naughty tongue plundered into my convulsing sheath.

“Candice, yes!” I moaned, bucking, gasping. I kept climaxing. It was wonderful. These delicious waves swept through me, washing into my mind. “Oh, Candice, this is amazing but… but… you’re not feeling good. Let me please you!

“Make love to me!”

Her head lifted from my pussy. Her blue eyes were so shiny behind her glasses. My pussy cream gleamed on her lips and chin. I was still trembling, my climax rushing through me, as she stared at me with such awe.

“Yes, yes, slid your dick in me again! I need you! I need my Candice in me!”

“Ginny!” she groaned, moving up my body.

Her nipples grazed my belly. Then our round breasts pressed together as she settled on me. Her hand, arm pinned between our stomachs, guided her thick cock to my pussy. Her face loomed about me, pigtails draping on either side of us.

I felt her cock’s tip rubbing at my cunt. She found my entrance. I gasped as she thrust into my liquid depths. Another orgasm rippled out of me. My flesh convulsed around her dick, welcoming her into my pussy. Delight surged through me as she spread me wider and wider.

“Oh, Candice,” I panted as her cock reached deeper and deeper into me, “you have such a big clit-dick.”

“I do?” she asked, sounding shocked.

“Mmm, yes, you do! Bigger than all the rest of them.” I squeezed down around her, my pussy still buzzing from my little mini-gasm. “Ooh, yes, you are stretching me open. You feel wonderful in me.”

A smile grew on her lips. Those kissable lips.

I seized the back of her head and brought her mouth down to mine. I shuddered atop her, kissing her, tasting my tangy juices while her hips moved. She slid her futa-dick out of my pussy. I clung to her, increasing the friction, enhancing the buzzing bliss pounding through my veins.

I groaned into her as she thrust back into me, our nipples kissing. Our breasts were pressed tight together. I clutched at her with my thighs, my fingers dug into the blonde hair at the back of her throat, holding her to my lips.

Our tongues dueled each other. They fenced as we trembled on the bed. She pumped her girl-dick in and out of me, fucking me, driving me wild. It was this incredible rush. I was making love to her. We weren’t fucking.

We were sharing something beautiful.

Our bodies moved together, hips in sync. Her clit-dick pumped in and out of my pussy. Our stomachs pressed tight, our breasts kissing. Her tongue buried into my mouth as she groaned atop me, working her futa-cock in and out of my cunt.

Already, my next orgasm built in me. That wonderful bliss that would shoot through me and leave me trembling. I kissed her with such passion, sucking on her tongue like it were a mini-cock. She whimpered, ramming harder, faster, deeper into me.

Candice broke the kiss to gasp, “Ginny! You’re so wet and hot! Just like on Tuesday!”

“Uh-huh!” I whimpered, my pussy squeezing around her cock. “Just… just don’t stop. Keep pumping into me. I want to cum again. I want to milk your clit-dick!”

Her eyes widened. “You want me to…”

“Yes, yes, I want you to spurt into me! I loved it when you spurted into me on Tuesday1” I nuzzled my nose against hers, bumping her glasses. “I want to take your seed. You’re my futa-girlfriend!”

“Damn!” she groaned, thrusting faster and faster.

Candice plunged her futa-dick into me with such passion. I groaned as my pussy clung to her girth. She stimulated every bit of me, the fat tip of her cock rubbing along the bottom of my sheath. Tingles raced through me. I squeezed around her dick as my limbs clutched her body to mine.

She buried into me, brushing my clit. Sparks shot through me. As her futa-dick withdrew, my pussy clinging to it, those sparks found tinder. My last orgasm was like a wave, this one was a fire. I burned inside of my cunt, sweeping blissful heat through my body.

“Yes, yes, yes, Candice!” I gasped, bucking beneath her as my pussy writhed about her thrusting dick.

“Ginny!” she moaned, burying into my depths. “Oh, Ginny, yes!”

She plunged hard and deep into my pussy. She stirred me up, such delicious euphoria burning through my body. I groaned, my heart hammering in my chest. I bucked against her, biting my lower lip, the bliss devoured my body. I loved it. I didn’t want this to end. I wanted to keep cumming and cumming.

To keep enjoying this rapturous delight raging inside of me.

“Cum in me, Candice!” I moaned as my pussy writhed about her clit-dick.

She whimpered, her face twisting with bliss. Then she rammed into me. I groaned as her cock erupted. Hot cum fired into my depths. Her jizz seared into me, landing on the flames of my blazing orgasm.

But she didn’t douse her flames as she pumped her futa-jizz into me. She fed them. It was gasoline she spurted into my cunt. I gasped, my pussy body blazing into orgasmic rapture. I held her tight, my pussy massaging her cock, wringing her dry as the ecstasy consumed my thoughts.

“Oh, Candice, yes, yes! I love you!”

She kissed me. Our lips melted together just like our bodies were welded as one. We clung to each other as my pussy milked the last drops of her futa-cum out of me. My fiery climax reached its blazing peak. It died to simmering coals as I trembled beneath my futa-girlfriend.

I loved her so much. I’d loved her all my life, I just needed to see her as more than a friend. I needed to have my eyes open. Now that they were, I wasn’t letting go of Candice. I was going to hold her forever and forever.

My nerdy futa-lover.

Candice broke the kiss, panting. “I’m so glad I have the afternoon off from classes.”

I grinned. “And I’m sick, so…”

She kissed me again. We had the entire day to explore our love. To learn about each other’s bodies. I was greedy for it. When she broke the kiss, I rolled her onto her back, sank between her thighs, and licked her pussy.

She tasted spicy and delicious.

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Friday

It should be my last day in the Program, but I had to do a makeup day on Monday for being “sick” the day before. I didn’t mind. I held my head high as moved through the hallway. Samantha had ignored me for the last two periods. She thought to humiliate me, and I wouldn’t let her. I enjoyed myself in the gangbang.

More importantly, I felt what love was like. Not lust. Not that quivering passion that drove me to enjoy the gangbang and even to lose my virginity, but that warm delight that allowed one person to care for another. To want them to be happy.

I wanted Candice to be happy.

“Love that ass,” Stacie said as I passed, the futa grinned at me, her dyed-purple hair so garish. She had a t-shirt on proclaiming her captain of our swim team. I had no idea.

SMACK!

I gasped as she spanked my rump. A blush rippled up me as my naked tits jiggled before me. Just part of the Program.

Other futas, and even a few girls, groped me as I moved through the hallway to the cafeteria. There was a confidence going naked had given me. I had bared all to the student body, allowing them to see me at my wildest. I felt like I owned myself now. That I wasn’t just Samantha’s girlfriend. I was Ginny Reynolds.

My own person.

My pussy grew hotter and hotter as I walked. Pussy juices soaked my fiery bush. Futas ran their fingers across my vulva, gathering my cream and popping their digits in their mouths as I passed, grinning at me.

“Skank!” hissed a girl named Rosario as she stalked past me, her brown hair bouncing behind her.

I shrugged. “You’ll get it when you’re in the Program.”

I kept strolling.

“I can’t wait to be in the Program,” Adile said before the Turkish lesbian came up to me and squeezed my tits. “I’m going to ask every girl to lick my pussy every chance I get.”

I grinned at her as her delicate fingers caressed my nipples. “I hope you get chosen.”

I kept going, my nipples tingling from the lesbian touch. Not much I could do about it. But it felt… nice. I shook my head, pushing that thought out of my mind. I had a futa-girlfriend now. I didn’t need to do more exploring.

Randi Bjork, a junior, emerged from Ms. Rowbottom’s classroom, a bright smile one the girl’s face. She glanced at me and shivered. “Enjoying the Program?”

“I am.”

“I heard Tina Walker has challenged you to a slut off,” she told me. I didn’t know Randi much at all, but people just felt comfortable coming up and talking to me. I was so… open. “You in?”

“Nope,” I said. “I have a futa-girlfriend.”

“Oh, I thought she broke up with you,” the girl said. “Unless… Rumor has it you have another lover.”

My cheeks burned. “My friend. We… found something special.”

She nodded her head. “Sometimes love is found where you least expect it.”

“True,” I told her. “I guess no slut off for Tina. She’ll just have to fuck all the futas on her own.”

Randi laughed before she broke off from me.

Shelena saw me and glowered, shaking her head. Then the futa-quarterback snorted and marched away, her dreadlocks swaying about her shoulders. I smirked in delight. She wouldn’t come near me thanks to Candice’s little video.

I passed a group of futas fawning over the fully clothed Umeko Himura as she said, “Don’t vote for Denice Jennings for homecoming queen, vote for me! Homecoming’s only a week away!” The Japanese beauty spotted me and grinned. “Hey, Ginny, you’ll vote for me, right?”

“Sure,” I said. Samantha liked the big boobs that Denice had. It felt good to choose the opposite. Petty, but good.

“See, Ginny Reynolds wants me to be homecoming queen, and she’s fearless. A Freshman who’ll lead a gangbang is someone you can trust!”

My cheeks burned as I walked away.

“Let me just fuck that pussy again,” Teal, a futa who shared several of my classes, moaned as she came up to me.

“Sorry,” I said, spotting my futa-girlfriend ahead. “That was a one-time opportunity. I hope you savored it. Only one futa gets me now.”

Teal blinked as I smiled at Candice. “But she didn’t even fuck you during the gangbang.”

“She was just making sure that I had a chance to try out every other cock at our college so that I could know for certain that hers is the biggest,” I said, winking at Teal.

The futa’s jaw dropped. “That nerd… Her cock is the biggest. Is that why you cheated on Samantha?”

“I cheated on Samantha because I didn’t love her,” I said. “Candice having a huge cock is just a bonus.”

Then I was at my futa-girlfriend’s side. Her blue eyes shone behind her glasses. She wore a light-green dress today that fell past her knees. She needed to show more of her sexy bod and not hide it. I slipped my arms around her neck and gave her a welcoming kiss.

Her hands groped my rump.

“Damn,” Teal said. “Candice, really?”

I broke the kiss and winked at Teal.

Candice and I got our food and sat down. As some of Candice’s friends sat down—Paloma and her girlfriend Salome, along with the two futas who really liked photographing me—I leaned over and whispered to Candice, “Hurry up and eat. I need satisfaction.”

She had a huge grin on her face. I couldn’t help but kiss her, not caring who saw. Then, because I really needed that satisfaction, I slipped onto her lap. I was still in the Program, so why not enjoy myself.

I was glad I was chosen. The Program changed me in ways that I would always be grateful for.

To be continued in the next Naked in School Tale…

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