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this carries on from my first story…. hope you like it

When I met the person that I wanted to spend my life with I never expected that it would be before I left school, someone older, who was married and least of all a woman. When I left England with my mother at the age of 16 to live in Italy in an attempt to help me with the problems I acquired when my parents divorced. I never thought it would be the best decision of my life.

I had spent only a few hours in the care of nurse Kate after getting stoned on the roof of my new school an hour before playing field hockey and ending up in the nurses office but I was in love from the second I laid my eyes on her and to my surprise she felt the same for me. Only problem was she was married and only minutes after she had finished fucking me her husband turned up.

The door opened and I waited for the man who was married to the woman I had fallen in love with to walk into the room. Three seconds felt like a life time and I half wanted to get out of the bed even in my naked state and make him move faster. Finally a tall figure entered the room but he was not what I expected him to be. Yes I expected him to be tall but he was not a male model like I thought he would be, far from it. He was just a tall balding man, he was thin and looked like he was about 50 years old. When he walked into the room he took a quick glance around but did not make eye contact with me but that might have been due to the fact I was trying to pretend to be asleep and I was not doing a very good job staring at him with a shocked expression on my face. He was now looking to Kate and speaking to her in Italian his voice sounded strong like a business mans would sound when addressing potential clients in a business meeting. Their conversation did not last long after he kissed her on the cheek he left closing the door behind him. I laid there with now a look of confusion on my face. I could not understand what has just transpired they didn’t act much like a married couple or at least none I had ever seen. I stared at my lover as she walked over to me with a look that made my confusion increase. “is he coming back?” I asked trying to control my voice. “no, he is going on a business trip and came to say bye to me” the look on her face changed and now she was smiling “he is going to be away for 5 weeks” she took my hand and kissed the palm all the while staring me in the eyes “what is the matter?” she asked when she saw that my face had not changed from its confused expression. I took a deep breath because even her kissing the palm of my hand sent my pulse racing. “that is your husband? I don’t get it……. He’s old……. And bald and cold……. And you…. You are warm, beautiful and most defiantly not old!!” she looked at me now with sorrow in her eyes her hand still holding mine dropped into the lap and her eyes glazed over as she began to speak “Yes that is my husband but we are not married because of love but because he wanted to…” she paused to search for the right word “collect me. He likes possessions and my father was his client and offered me to him as part of a deal. He does not like me working but it is the one thing I told him I would never give up. I do not love him and he only desires that I belong to no one but him” with tears in her eyes she snapped out of her glazed state and looked at me in the eyes “you are young, you are yet to discover the worlds true nature but know this I never belonged to him because he did not have my heart and I did not know I could feel for someone before even speaking to them but you could possibly hold my heart” without saying a word I grabbed her and pulled her so she was laying on the bed cradled in my arms and that is where she stayed until the morning.

Two days later: it was Friday night and I had told my mother I was going to a friends house and would be spending the weekend as a bonding experience. It was not lie as such I was going to be spending the weekend with a friend except that friend was Nurse Kate and the bonding was going to be sex related activities. I spent two hours looking for the right thing to wear and packed a bag even though I didn’t think I would need anything that was in it. I ran down the stairs shouting my good byes as I threw myself out the door and to the end of the road where Nurse Kate was waiting for me in her car. I opened the door and jumped in landing head first into her lap she smiled “you know you are going to do yourself another injury if you keep doing that” I looked at her with a huge smile on my face “sorry…. Nurse Kate” she rolled her eyes lifted my head and kissed me softly on the lips “do you not think we are a little beyond the “nurse” formalities please baby don’t be so formal at least when we are alone” I sat up closed the car door “yes….. Kate” and with that we set off in the car.

We pulled up to an apartment building and made our way through the lobby and up to the 8th floor to where the doors opened up in front of her apartment in silence she opened the door and ushered me inside and closed the door behind us. “Emma?” I turned to look at but before I could say a word her lips met mine with a surge of passion her hands gripping my face tight. I dropped my bag and wrapped my arms round her pulling myself into her, my heart beating out of my chest. She span me around and pushed me up against the door I let out a moan and I could feel myself getting wetter by the second. I started to unbutton her trousers but she took hold of my hands and forced them against the door. She used her right leg to part my legs and then rub her knee against my extremely wet pussy and I moaned again this time louder. Kate released my hands, took my bottom lip between her teeth and let out a sexy little growl before then pushing away “let me show you my home” she said turning and walking away from me. I stood there unable to walk my legs feeling like jelly, my head felt dizzy and my heart was beating so hard I thought even the people in the street would be able to hear it. I took a deep breath and my legs felt a little less like jelly and I stumbled across the floor after her I could not really make out anything in the room and I hit my leg off the table. I decided I was not moving until I could at least take in the room and I laid on the floor. Kate turned around marched over to me and held out her hand to help me up in the dim light of the room I could make out her beautiful full lips and her hair draped over her shoulders. I took her hand and then pulled her on top of me “I’m not going anywhere right now and neither are you!” she smiled straddled me and began removing her top.

The next morning when I woke up in the middle of possibly the most comfortable bed I had ever slept on. I rolled over to find Kate still asleep and my heart started to pound hard. She was pretty worn out but we had very little time together and I wanted her. The night before we spent all our time between rolling around on the floor passionately kissing and generally just touching every part of each others body apart from where we both really wanted to touch each other talking about everything. Proving to each other that it was not just about sex and now I wanted to be so close her and be so far in her that we became one person. I softly began kissing her shoulder. I moved her curled hair out of the way and softly kissed her neck. My hand moved from being round her waist and began rubbing her outer thigh just the once before moving to her inner thigh. She let out a little moan and rolled over to face me, her eyes blinking fast as if trying to focus on my face she smiled and I took her smile as approval to continue with what I wanted to do. I took my hand which was resting now on her outer thigh and pulled her leg so it was wrapped around me, this was going to be the first time I had fucked her and I was going to show her that though I had never done it before that I was a very fast learner. With her leg round me I moved my hand round her butt cheeks and quickly located her clit. I could feel she was already starting to get wet and that was making my heart beat faster. She was still half asleep but that was about to change. Once I found her clit I softly started rubbing it, slowly. She closed her eyes, bit her beautiful full bottom lip and let out a cute little moan. Then I pushed hard and her eyes flew open she didn’t even think as she grabbed the back of my neck and began to kiss me wildly her hand moved to my back, digging her fingers into my shoulder blade I moaned loudly and winced as it was really painful she noticed and let go “opps” she giggled. My finger moved slowly to her pussy lips and I slipped easily between them. She was so wet now that I couldn’t believe that I was capable of making her like that. I pushed two fingers inside her and she clung to them. Her tight pussy felt amazing and so warm. I wiggled my fingers inside her and she responded by moaning and trusting so my fingers went deeper. I rolled so I was now on top of her and her leg was over my shoulder so I didn’t have to remove my fingers. I began to kiss down her body as my fingers played inside of her tight pussy, down her neck and I placed her hard nipple in my mouth sucking and nibbling it. She began to moan loud and she started trying to grab the sheets. She began to get extremely tight round my finger and she felt hot all of a sudden her moaning turned into almost screams and she started to push her arse into the air. Her muscles started to react violently around my fingers and then it was over. Kate collapsed back onto the bed she was breathing heavily. I slowly pulled my fingers out of her pussy as I did so she shuddered and let out a high pitched moan. I looked up to find her staring at me. I crawled up the bed to her head and kissed her softly for a second and just as I was pulling away her arms wrapped around my neck and forced me to stay. I didn’t argue and we kissed for what seemed like forever. She finally let me go “I love you” she whispered as she stared into my eyes as I repositioned myself on the bed. “I love you too” I replied tears welling in my eyes.

Around noon Kate fell back to sleep and I got up and went into the shower. The shower was massive and could easily fit 5 people in comfortably. I finished my shower and put on Kate’s dressing gown and wandered into the kitchen to make something to eat. I planned on making Kate something to eat because when she woke up I was positive she would be just as hungry as I was. I opened the ridiculously large fridge and found it packed full of food. I pulled out some eggs, butter, tomatoes and some leeks for one of my favourite foods scrambled egg with leek and tomato….. Not all that inventive but it is extremely nice. I took enough out to feed ten and started to prepare it. I cut the leeks and tomatoes and lightly whisked the eggs. melted the butter and added the leeks to cook slowly. I had just finished cooking and was reaching up for some bowls when an arm went around my waist and pulled me close. I turned my head to see Kate as her other arm reached and grabbed the bowls. She kissed me “I wanted to cook for you” I said as I tried to resist the urge to spin around and start kissing her more passionately. She smiled “good I appear to have acquired quite an appetite“ and she winked. She lat go of me and got some forks and I dished up the food.

Sunday night came all too quickly and when she dropped me off at the end of the street she looked at me “I love you” she said as went in to kiss her goodbye “I love you too” I got out of the car and shut the door I walked down the street to my house and went inside all of a sudden my phone began vibrating. I had gotten a text message……. It was from Kate and it read “when you come see me tomorrow I wont be wearing any underwear and remember to be formal…….. XXX K” I smiled and decided that school tomorrow might not be all that bad.

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Linnea tries Stacey’s scheme to land some business.

Chapter 3, In which I walk on the wild side

It had been a crazy weekend, and frankly I wasn’t completely upset to be hitting the road again. In the space of a few weeks, I’d gone from definitely straight to definitely lesbian to, well, bi-confused. I needed time away from Stacey and Michael to work it all out in my head.

On the surface, things were pretty good. Stacey had moved into my old bedroom; it was much more spacious than her old apartment and I was only there on weekends. I was more than happy to share the bed, if you know what I mean. We also shared the shower, the sofa, the floor, and once, the kitchen table. We’d almost gone at each other in the elevator too; I’d resisted the temptation just long enough to make it into the apartment.

My relationship with Michael had never been better, either. We were still great friends, and he’d started calling me “Robin,” which was a little weird but way better than “Peter”. It was one thing to let him use my ass, but hearing him breath my brother’s name in my ear while he did it squicked me a bit.

That had all changed that Saturday. He’d been upset that I’d been paying attention to Stacey, but I’d missed her all week and my butt was still a little sore from Friday, and frankly, it was a lot more fun to lick her than fuck him. They’d shouted at each other and I’d finally sighed and gone to Michael’s bedroom to play peacemaker.

He’d told me that Stacey was screwing with my mind, which was silly, and that he just wanted things to go back to the way they’d been. I’d gotten dizzy for a moment, and then he’d thrown me on the bed and we had wild, hot sex. Maybe it just took me awhile to warm up to taking it back there, but now the feel of his Bat Pole stretching my Bat Cave brought me to screaming orgasms every time, no finger required.

Of course, then Stacey got jealous. I explained I was just being a friend, but she was all snarky and asked if Michael was planning to tell Karen about it at the next meeting. It was clear I was going to have to be the adult, so I dragged her back to bed for some extra-special licking — and snuck back to Michael’s room after she fell asleep. I’d felt a little bad about it, because I loved her so much and she was helping me with my “mental game.”

See, I’d complained about how hard my job was, and she’d jumped in right away to explain how a few tweaks to my approach would help, and that a bigger income would really help us out. Stacey had been glaring at Michael when she said it, and I told her he was not moving out no matter how much I made, but I got her point.

Anyway, I dozed on the plane, happy that Stacey and Michael would have a chance to work out their differences without me in the middle. I knew I’d need my beauty sleep for this trip.

Texas. Everything was big there. Big heat, big cars, big hats, big egos, and big tits on the receptionist. I’d seen her before, but I paid a bit more attention now that I’d been with Stacey. Mostly, a really big commission — if I could land the sale.

I’d been cultivating the Consolidated Group for awhile, but it was one big good ol’ boys club and my competition had a dick between his legs. Luckily, Hunter still took my calls… And Stacey had reminded me that not having a dick between my legs could be a competitive advantage.

“How’s our proposal stacking up, Hunter?” I greeted him after his admin showed me in. “Am I going to land you this time?”

His eyes took in my new cut and color before dipping. “You know I can’t tell you that, Linnea.” He almost dropped the unlit cigar he had chomped between his teeth, although I’d practiced at home and knew he couldn’t see any higher than the tops of my stockings when I crossed my legs. It was still a lot more than he’d seen on any of my previous sales calls. “Ah, perhaps you can meet with my review team and discuss how your proposal stacks up against our requirements?” he offered, getting back onto our usual script.

Of course, somehow their schedules would be so full up that it would be impossible to meet during the day. That was why I had an expense account. “Maybe I could take your team out and make it a working dinner?”

“How’s tonight?” he asked, without even making a pretense of checking those oh-so-full calendars.

“Perfect,” I smiled. This was where I’d throw out the name of an upscale steakhouse. These guys liked their red meat, but it hadn’t won me any significant business on my previous visits. “How about The Bad Hoss at five?”

Hunter took the cigar out of his mouth before it could fall and looked at me dubiously. “You, ah, sure about that, Linnea?”

What I’d heard was that it was a place where you went to get drunk or get laid, or maybe both. “Big Steaks — Big Drinks — Big Action” proclaimed the mug on Hunter’s desk. Apparently there was no room left to add “Small Inhibitions.” He’d probably gotten it on the visit where he’d sealed the deal to buy six months of supply from the other guy a week after I’d thought I finally had him signed.

“Yeah,” I said, trying a wriggle I’d been practicing with mixed success. “I thought some place a little more casual might help our creative juices.” I tried to project more confidence than I felt.

“Well, yeah, then! Hell, yeah! It’ll be our pleasure to join you.”

“I won’t take any more of your time, then,” I said, rising and extending my hand.

He shook it, shooting a peek down my slightly more exposed than usual cleavage, and ushered me out. I could hear him chortling behind the closed door as I walked away, smiling to myself. I had him — hook, line and sinker.

“Damnit, Stacey!” I shouted at the suitcase in the hotel room. It was bad enough I’d let her talk me into this quasi-insane plan, but apparently she’d repacked my bag when I’d snuck out of her bedroom to visit Michael. My carefully-chosen, not-too-casual, not-too-formal outfit I’d planned to wear that night was gone.

In its place, I had an oh-so-short denim skirt, a vest, and a pair of cowboy boots I’d forgotten I owned. There wasn’t even a blouse! I wasted 15 minutes trying every one I had with me and confirming they all looked terrible. Another 5 minutes convinced me there was no way I could wear my bra under the vest either.

“Damnit, Stacey!” I shouted at her as soon as she answered the phone.

“Calm down, Linnea. What’s wrong?” I thought I heard faint giggling in the background, but it probably was just the television.

“My outfit!” I wailed. “I invited them to this stupid bar like you suggested, and now I don’t have anything to wear! I can’t believe you took my clothes! This is such a disaster!”

“Just take a deep breath, listen to my voice, and relax,” Stacey suggested.

I bit back the urge to scream it wouldn’t help, and tried to do what she suggested. “This is a big problem,” I tried again, feeling slightly calmer now that I had somebody to talk with.

“Nonsense!” she chirped back. “You were going to end up looking like a boring brood mare instead of a hot little filly. Trust me! Now, do you have it on?”

“Only the vest and my bra,” I admitted.

“That’s a little racy, even for me!” Stacey laughed, and I couldn’t help smiling. “Put on the skirt and boots, look in the mirror, and tell me what you see.”

“I look like a total slut,” I complained a minute or so later. “The bra is showing everywhere.”

“Take it off, then, silly! You know you don’t really need it; the vest will give you enough support.”

The solution was obvious enough in hindsight I felt like an idiot. I felt cooler already, and without the telltale flashes of fabric under my arms and atop my cleavage, the skimpiness of the vest wasn’t so obvious. “You’re right,” I admitted, “that is better. As long as I don’t twist or pop the top button and have a wardrobe malfunction, anyway.”

“I’d like to see that,” husked Stacey in a tone that left me leaking into my panties and made my nipples press against the inside of the vest. “Now, you have the special makeup, right?”

I glanced in the mirror, quickly checking my eyeliner, mascara, shadow, and candy apple red lipstick. I was about to ask her what she was talking about when I remembered. “Oh!” It was one more dubious thing she’d pressed on me, and I’d packed it just to make her happy. “I’m sorry, Stacey, but it just seems really stupid.”

“I know, but do it for me, okay, Linnea?”

She was just irresistible when she put her mind to it. My fingers were sliding the small tube of lip gloss into a vest pocket before I could even open my mouth to argue with her. Besides, nothing said I had to use it. “Okay,” I half-heartedly agreed.

“That’s my girl,” she cheered me on. “Just do what we talked about and you’ll have Hunter wrapped around your finger in no time. Now have a good time!” The beginnings of a shriek of laughter were cut off by the “beep beep beep” of a completed call.

The Bad Hoss didn’t look as bad as its reputation. Okay, yeah, it was a strip club, and there was a dancer working a pole alongside the bar as we came in. The front room had peanut shells and sawdust strewn on the rough-cut floor, and the ring with a mechanical horse in it was clearly the focal point of the high tables arranged around it. There were a bunch of patrons there, enjoying happy hour most likely, but nothing to write home about.

I gave the horse a second look as our hostess led us to the back of the establishment, where the floor was polished and the high-backed booths and chairs were finished in leather. The horse looked like a rearing carousel pony on some sort of motion control platform, except it was life-sized and sported an anatomically correct erection.

A round table was set for the five of us, and Hunter held my chair for me before settling into the seat to my right. Little Bill, Duane, and Big Bill rounded out our party, looking like peas in a pod. At the moment, the eyes of those peas were focused on me. I pushed away my uncertainty and gave them a wide smile.

“Howdy y’all, my name’s Jenny and I’ll be your waitress tonight,” announced the girl standing beside the table. She clearly was from the restaurant side of the operation, and had that unofficial uniform look going on — black polo with Bad Hoss logo on the breast, black skirt with black apron, dark hose, and black flats. She reminded me superficially of Stacey, except she was more tan and less makeup, and Stacey wouldn’t have been caught dead in a ponytail or cowboy hat. “Can I start y’all with drinks or appetizers?”

“Set us up with a round of grande margaritas and some sidecars,” Hunter told her. “And some nachos with extra jalapenos, while we look at the menus.”

I mentally upped the length of the next morning’s exercise session to three hours, and patted myself on the back for eating two granola bars at the hotel so I wouldn’t be drinking on an empty stomach. When our drinks arrived in glasses the size of my hotel room sink, I knew I had my work cut out for me.

Several hours later, the wreckage of a meal that had cost several cattle and a large salmon their lives littered the table. “I trust y’all will excuse me,” I slurred, apparently brain-damaged by prolonged exposure to Jenny and the bottles she kept retrieving from the wine cellar. Hunter helped me rise to my feet, and then I worked my way along the now-busy bar to the restrooms.

Thanks to careful nursing of my drinks, I was only buzzed rather than hammered. I had no idea how the men were still conscious. We’d talked around my proposal at length, but as usual Hunter carefully avoided making any commitment. I needed to do something more if I wanted a different outcome.

I stared at a hair pinched between two fingers, lifted from Hunter when he’d helped me up. What I was about to do seemed so ridiculous it was embarrassing, but it wouldn’t cost me anything to try. Looking furtively around and seeing nobody, I curled the hair around my fingertip and popped it in my mouth. I grimaced at the sensation and swallowed several times before I got it down.

Then I cursed myself, belated remembering the lip balm I was supposed to have used with it. The thought of trying to obtain another hair, at risk of discovery and possibly no gain, seemed unappealing. Operating on autopilot, I applied some of the clear gloss to my lips anyway.

Jenny bustled through the door and stood beside me, looking in the mirror and adjusting her hat. I thought again of Stacey and wished I were home. Jenny looked at me uncertainly when I suddenly reached over and plucked something off her back. “Stray hair,” I explained.

She gave me a look that said she thought I was drunk, and then disappeared into one of the stalls.

Hurrying before I lost my nerve, I balled up the hair, rubbed it against my lips, and swallowed it. Of course, I had no idea if anything had happened. Unless she did something totally outrageous like give me her underwear, I’d never know — and there was no way I’d risk asking and causing a scene.

Anyway, my time for agonizing was past. The toilet flushed and Jenny emerged from the stall to wash her hands. “Can you hold these for me?” she asked, pressing a ball of black cotton into my hand before turning on the faucet.

I stood there like a dolt, staring at her while she washed her hands. The material was suffused with the warmth of her body and felt like it was burning my hands. “Why did you do this?” I asked finally, beyond curious to hear the answer.

Jenny looked over at me in the mirror. “What?” I gestured with a hand, displaying her panties. Her eyes went wide as saucers and she flushed bright red. “Oh my Lord!” she shrieked, clapping her wet hands against her skirt and then turning as if to bolt.

“Oh, please wait!” I pleaded, and she hesitated. “Here, don’t worry about it, you can have them back. I just want to talk.”

She plucked them from my fingers, avoiding contact, and hurriedly pulled them up her legs. “I’m no dyke, you know,” she protested as I saw a brief flash of skin above her thigh-highs. “And not every girl that works here gets off on it.”

I smiled, thinking of Stacey and how she’d changed my mind about that. Jenny was a cute girl, and — no, I had bigger fish to fry. “The guys with me — what do you know about them? Be honest.”

“Hunter and the Bills?” Jenny raked me with a disdainful look. “They’re regulars. Usually here with a guy named Len. They’re pigs, all of them; I’ve had to take Big Bill’s hand off my ass twice tonight.” I hadn’t noticed. “I hope you’re a good tipper.”

“What makes you think I’m paying?” I asked, curious.

“These assholes never bring their own women; they hit on girls at the bar. Besides, I overheard enough of the conversation to know you’re trying to sell them something.” She snorted. “How’s that working for ya, sweetie?”

“Crappy,” I admitted.

She laughed. “They were here last week with Len. They’re only stringing you on — he bought ’em off with a pair of blondes.” Jenny looked at me again and added, with the air of somebody trying to be fair, “You’re better-looking than they were.”

“If I wanted to change their minds, how should I do it?”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” she asked. “You sound like you’re smart enough to know better.”

“Yeah,” I said, starting to fume. “I’m tired of getting the runaround from these assholes.”

“If you’re sure,” Jenny said, reluctantly. “Work on Big Bill. He’s the boss, and he thinks with his cock. The others seem to follow his lead.”

“Thanks,” I muttered, already thinking hard. All this time I’d been meeting with Hunter, and he wasn’t even the decision-maker? I didn’t even notice when Jenny left the bathroom. I touched up my lips with a nice thick coat of Stacey’s lip gloss and headed for the door myself.

I just about bounced off Big Bill’s broad chest as I exited the bathroom.

“Hey there, little lady; we all were getting worried about you. You doing okay?” he drawled.

“I’m fine,” I started to say, before he grabbed me and kissed me hard. It was a big sloppy alcoholic kiss, reeking of hard liquor, and his hands were all over me. The man must have been part octopus to pin me in place, cop a feel of my breasts, and stroke my panties all at the same time.

“Let go of me!” I hissed, not yet wanting to make a scene, but wriggling in his grip. All I succeeded in doing was popping the vest button I’d been worrying about.

“C’mon, Linnea, you know you want it, dressing like that,” he rumbled.

I didn’t, not from him, and not like that, although his questing fingers had awakened a needy itching deep inside my ass. “Let’s just go back to the table and forget this happened, okay?” I suggested. His body blocked most of my view, but it looked like everybody else was yelling and cheering some rider atop the mechanical horse; no help there.

“Just one more kiss? I have a powerful feeling you’ll like it,” he insisted, and I heard him unzip his fly. His grip shifted and I found myself being pushed inexorably to my knees in front of him.

One look told me why they called him “Big Bill.” He looked monstrous, erect and dripping precum, but I had eyes only for the wiry pubes peeking out of his fly. God, I hated cocksucking, but I knew what I had to do.

I started licking and sucking the tip, which was about all I could fit in my mouth anyway, and used my hands to stroke his shaft, trying to grab a hair each time I reached his root. The lighting was bad and his organ was filling my field of vision, so it took way longer than I wanted before I could snatch one without dropping it.

He let me pull off once, to lick the length of him, and I managed to pop the hair into my mouth. It was sticking there on my tongue, resisting my attempts to swallow, and then he was hauling me back into position to blow him again.

“Oh, baby, you’re something special,” he moaned, but I felt the hair go down with a rising surge of triumph.

I wished for him to release me, but instead of doing so, he exploded into my mouth. Some of it drooled out, but with his tube steak filling my lips, I had no choice other than to swallow most of it, to Bill’s evident delight.

After I’d finished choking down his spend, he hauled me back to my feet and leaned in for another kiss. I saw my gloss and lipstick spread across his mouth and cheek, and realized what must have happened. Hoping against hope, I went at him like a wild woman, licking and sucking at his skin while praying I’d get enough to do some good.

He took it completely the wrong way, of course, and enthusiastically reciprocated. A bystander, of which there were none, would have been forgiven for thinking we were having the mother of all heavy petting sessions.

Finally, at about the point where I was ready to give up and just start screaming for help, my mental “let me go!” was rewarded with a sudden release of Bill’s embrace that left me reeling. I stared at him, while he looked back at me with fire in his eye.

“You’re one sexy little number, Linnea,” he leered, wiping his mouth with one arm. “No harm in a little fun between consenting adults, right?”

“Damn straight,” I told him, “but I think we’ve spent enough time away from the others.” It was almost a shame to watch him tuck away his cock, but Big Bill’s body language told me it wouldn’t be the last time I saw it, if he had any say in the matter.

I left my vest the way it was, knowing it would excite and distract him, and we headed back out to the restaurant. The others had moved to a circular booth closer to the bar, where there was a better view of the entertainment. We were squeezed pretty closely together, but I didn’t object.

A hand twice the size of mine was already caressing my cunt, milking moisture into my sodden panties. I squirmed as a finger pushed the fabric aside, and then — as if reading my mind — drifted slightly lower to tease my back door. Between that and the sight of some drunken bachelorettes trying the horse, I needed to fuck something bad.

Big Bill was proving more resistant than I’d hoped, and I was afraid I was losing my head for negotiations. I had a sudden “Eureka!” moment, as if the alcohol had momentarily lifted a veil from my memory of the weekend I’d met Stacey.

Trying to avoid attention — well, more attention — I moved my hand to the vest pocket, and then froze when I realized the lip gloss was missing. Damnit! It must have fallen out during our tussle near the bathrooms. Well, I’d have to improvise.

I brushed casually at my cheek, picking up a hair that had been glued there by some residual semen; I was fairly sure it was Bill’s. I rubbed it discreetly along my lip, hoping there was a remaining trace of gloss somewhere, and then let the hair fall into the decorative candle sitting in the small glass on the table.

For once, my luck was good, and I scored a direct hit. There was just a momentary trace of that familiar incense smell as it vaporized, unnoticed by any of the others. Take that, Bill, I told myself with glee. Feeling suddenly warm, I looked around for a waitress.

Duane whistled, but I couldn’t tell if he was trying to get us some service, or just show approval of the bridesmaid picking herself off the floor in the ring.

Suddenly, Jenny was there. She gave me a searching look as she finished delivering a round of shots, but didn’t say anything. She looked a bit out of place on this side of the room, but I realized I still hadn’t paid the dinner bill.

Hunter looked like he might say something, but didn’t, and Duane and Little Bill just grinned at each other. Big Bill lifted his glass. “To hot nights and hot women!” We tossed back the tequila in unison and reached for the lemon wedges.

The crowd around us roared as a new rider swung aboard the mechanical horse. She was one of the dancers, and wore nothing except a G-string and chaps, star-shaped pasties, and a white hat. She didn’t just ride the horse; she made love to it. I felt like I was on fire.

“Can’t see?” asked Big Bill, and then hefted me into his lap before I could answer. “How’s this?” I could feel his manhood pressing against me and realized he’d already extracted it from his pants.

I smirked, knowing Stacey’s magic was working, and that he saw nothing wrong with fucking me in the middle of the restaurant. I woozily tried to remember why I wanted him to do that, but the feel of his body distracted me. “Better,” I panted, “but kind of uncomfortable.” Plotting and scheming would have to wait, I realized. Reaching behind me, I pushed at Big Bill’s erection, but it was like trying to move a slippery iron bar. “Lift me up,” I ordered.

His hands circled my waist and I rose up light as a feather. I reached down and yanked my panties to the side. Big Bill brought me slightly towards him and lowered me again, right where I wanted to be.

I screamed with mingled pain and ecstasy as his enormous pile-driver forced its way into my hungry rosebud. Bill, bless his horndog instincts, ignored my screaming and wriggling, and just pulled me further onto his tool, chasing that itch inside me.

The others glanced at me, but the noise around us was overwhelming and the girl on the horse was nearing the climax of her ride. Literally, as it turned out — some sort of off-white goo suddenly jetted from the stallion’s cock, splashing copiously on the floor and splattering some of the ringside spectators. Their companions laughed hysterically and everybody else was carrying on nearly as much as me.

There was a lull in the excitement as the girl in the chaps dismounted and made the rounds of her fans, collecting cash and using a rag to wipe off — rather lasciviously — the front-row victims. I sat quietly, letting my body accustom itself to Big Bill’s girth, and watched the wait staff work double-time tanking up the thirsty crowd.

Jenny was back with another round of shots, and clearly realized something was up when she saw me sitting on Bill’s lap. I watched her steeling herself to say something about it, and visions of my carefully-laid scheme crashing and burning raced through my head.

“Not yet!” I thought hard, and slumped in relief when she subsided and just collected the empties.

“Bring the bottle,” Bill told her before she departed.

We quickly knocked back the shots, and I fought to remind myself that my goal was to get them to commit to my deal, and not just get fucked blind by his thick slab of manmeat. I wriggled experimentally and, more than pleased with the result, slowly eased myself up and down the pole impaling me. Big Bill bucked suddenly, surprising a moan from me.

It attracted the attention of the others, but I didn’t want him to stop — and he didn’t. Grabbing my waist again, he started working me up and down his cock. It was impossible to mistake what we were doing, and I watched shit-eating grins appear on their faces.

Only Hunter appeared slightly reticent, and he fell into line when Big Bill told everybody, “Just like I thought. If she looks like a slut and she fucks like a slut, then she is a slut.” I realized I was going to be fucking everybody at the table that night, and then my breath caught when I realized I was looking forward to it.

Big Bill edged sideways into the space where I’d been sitting, making me gasp explosively with each bounce, and Hunter switched seats so I was bracketed on both sides. Duane leaned over and began sucking and chewing on my breast, unfastening the remaining vest buttons. I felt Hunter’s hand probing my wet sex and pulling my soaked panties further to the side.

“Shit, Big Bill, you’re cornholing her?” he asked incredulously. He looked at me and the way I was biting my lip. “I guess I had you figured all wrong, Linnea.”

They began working me over in tandem — Big Bill’s cock churning away in my bowels, Duane suckling my bouncing boobs, and Hunter’s finger strumming my clit. I was desperate to cum and started squealing and panting when Big Bill began double-timing me.

I felt his organ expand and begin jetting his creamy spend inside me, but he didn’t let up. “You’re going to town, little lady,” he rasped in my ear, and I did. My thrashing sent a basket of peanuts sailing to the floor and I saw stars — although some of them turned out to be the flash on Little Bill’s camera.

When I could see again, and think, sort of, I noticed the men at several of the surrounding tables were looking at us instead of the stage. A new set of shot glasses, surrounding a bottle of Tequila, sat on the table and the thought of Jenny seeing me like this left me feeling confused. The thought of taking cock in all my holes, in contrast, left me feeling needy and aroused.

Hunter stood up to make room and filled the glasses on the table. Duane and Little Bill already had switched places; Little Bill’s dick, if not up to his namesake’s standard, was more than enough to make my mouth water. When Big Bill pulled me off his magnificent rod, I sagged sideways and engulfed Little Bill’s prick between my lips.

“Bottoms up!” I heard somebody say, followed by the clinking of glasses. A moment later, I felt something smooth and hard push into my loosened asshole. I had time to realize it was the bottle and then the whole room started spinning. The next several hours were a patchwork haze.

I stood in front of a stone-faced Jenny, with my vest hanging open and my skirt around my waist, trying to sign the receipt while Hunter fucked me from behind. I couldn’t help giggling when the manager started yelling at her for letting things get so far.

I remembered the feel of the still-hot asphalt on my butt when I fell over with a mouthful of the manager’s spunk after blowing him outside the kitchen entrance.

I couldn’t explain how they made it work, but I wriggled in ecstasy when the four of them quadruple-penetrated me in the bed of some pickup. I remembered watching Big Bill bring the owner over between my spread legs so I could make things right.

When I reached the point where I could string two coherent thoughts together, it was very late, the parking lot was nearly empty, and the feel of my body told me a lot more men than just the few I recalled had sampled me. My panties were long gone, but I’d picked up a Bad Hoss hat like the strippers wore.

“You’re gonna give me that contract,” I told Big Bill in my most businesslike voice, and then spoiled the effect by vomiting up a load of semen on the curb beside me.

He looked down at me while he finished tucking his shirt into his waistband. “You’ve gotta lot of spunk, Linnea, I’ll give you that.” He shrugged. “Okay; Len can wait a year for his trip to Hawaii.”

I blinked, not ready to have victory come so easily. “Thanks.” Stacey’s suggestion had worked, after all!

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

Chapter 31
PORN PARTY

Friday night was the porn party Claire had scheduled. She had only just got off the plane that afternoon, her body soaked in sweat, her pussy dripping, and a sheen of semen still shining on her tits. When she stepped into the house, she immediately got a pussy spanking from her father, and like the slut she was, Claire orgasmed. This time she got a surprise; her father leaned down and kissed her on the mouth as she came, and Clair found herself moaning her ecstasy into her father’s open mouth. Something strange happened to her, and her orgasm went strange on her, and then another one hit right after the first.

Her father made no comment after breaking lip contact; he let Claire stagger away to get ready for her party. Claire didn’t know what had happened or why her father kissing her had made her orgasm twice. She just washed herself off, and dressed herself. She wasn’t sure what to wear – it had to be slutty, but everyone that was coming had already seen her naked and most of them had fucked her. Did it matter what she wore? She settled on a cute bra with no shirt over the top, and a short pleated skirt with no panties.

The guests soon arrived – Kitten came first, wearing nothing but panties, having heard about the party from Claire over the last week. Steph arrived home from work a little after. She hadn’t known about the party but at Claire’s suggestion she ran upstairs and got changed into a cute shirt and top. Amy and Elena came next, Elena on a leash held by Amy. Neither of these two bitches looked Claire in the eyes, obviously remembering how they had been raped on Claire’s suggestion. But both of them had showed up anyway. Claire wasn’t sure if it was because they were worried about being blackmailed with photos of the rape party, or whether they just actually wanted to come despite themselves. She didn’t ask.

She had some time to chat with the girls. Amy and Elena were both upset about the new laws. Neither were very busty and both were going to take a pay cut as a result. In addition, both had been told they would have their tits photographed once a week at work from now on, and both were scared of this. Claire made no mention of her part in the laws, and only said that having your tits photographed at work wasn’t as bad as it might seem. Kitten suggested that Elena and Amy should both get breast enhancements so that they would be less useless and could be paid more, and mentioned that she herself would need a boob job soon.

The boys turned up later. Jace and Chris and Ben and Emmett. They all complimented Claire on her clothes. Claire explained that she felt like “the slut she was” when wearing these. She hugged each of the boys and tongue kissed them, and then Kitten did the same All of them had an erection, or developed one while being kissed.

As the boys sat down, Claire went to get drinks for everyone. She took the time to hold Steph and Kitten and Elena and Amy’s drinks under her pussy and piss into each of them a little, using a spoon to stir the urine through the mix of whiskey and cola she was bringing them. She pissed into her own too. She found she preferred the taste now.

When she came back into the lounge, Claire distributed the drinks, and then suggested that Elena and Amy “get comfortable” by taking off some of their clothes. The girls looked at the boys, a fearful expression on their face, and saw the males were obviously eager for the bitches to strip. Both sluts obediently stripped down to their underwear. At a gesture from the boys, they also moved to sit between the males, Elena snuggled between Ben and Emmett, Amy between Jace and Chris. Kitten sat directly on Chris’ lap. Steph removed her top without prompting, exposing a pretty lace bra, and then, while Claire and Kitten looked at her disapprovingly, she slid her panties down from under her skirt as well, blushing all the while. She sat by herself on a nearby chair.

Michael had helped Claire find appropriate movies to watch, as Claire had obviously been too busy sucking politician cock all week to properly prepare for the party. The first disc she put on was called “Crying Sluts”, and it featured a parade of girls being slapped, punched, and then raped on camera while they whined and bawled. Claire curled up next to Ben as the movie started and put her head in his lap. As the first girls appeared on screen, Claire extracted Ben’s dick from his pants and started to suck on it happily.

By the time the first movie finished, Claire had swallowed a full load of Ben’s cum and piss, and the boys had got both Amy and Elena completely nude. Jace’s hand was buried to the knuckle in Amy’s pussy, pumping slowly, and Amy was crying a little. Kitten was nude and had Chris’ cock in her pussy as she sat on his lap. Claire got up to change the disc and put on “Red Udders”, a compilation that focused on whipping and slapping of girl’s breasts, interspersed with titfucks and men cumming and pissing on the fuckbags of sluts.

Claire’s father came in during this disc. He said nothing, just sat down on the couch. He reached out and pulled sharply on Kitten’s hair; Kitten got up, knelt in front of Claire’s father, took out his cock, and started to obediently suck on it while he watched the film. Claire looked across to Steph and saw that she was trying to surreptitiously rub her pussy while watching the film. Claire didn’t know why she and her sister both seemed to find this compilation of abuse arousing; she guessed it was the work of her earbuds. In any case she was glad it made her wet, as that was one of her Titcage rank requirements.

Halfway through the video Emmett got up and grabbed Steph. He pulled the struggling girl down and pushed his cock into her mouth. She gagged and wiggled, but he held firm until she started obediently sucking. Jace, meanwhile, had Amy on all fours facing the TV, and was fucking his cock in and out of her pussy. Ben took a hint and did the same with Elena, while Claire made her pussy available to Chris.

By the time Red Udders was finished all the men had cum, and were sighing happily to themselves. At Claire’s suggestion, Amy and Elena licked each others’ cunts clean, as did Steph and Kitten. Claire cleaned up her own cunt with her hand, transferring the cum in it to her mouth. The boys once again took photos of the abused girls while this happened.

Afterwards everyone went home except for Kitten, who predictably was staying to sleep in Claire’s father’s bed and, presumably, fuck him. But first their father had some words for Claire and Steph.

“After tonight,” he said, “it’s pretty clear you two girls are unredeemable sluts. No nice girl would watch the things you watched tonight, and they certainly wouldn’t get wet. They wouldn’t let their friends fuck them in public and they wouldn’t lick the twats of other girls. I have been talking with people at your work about this and they have recommended the following setup.”

He led the girls to their room. Claire immediately noticed there were new television sets set up on either side of the bed. Her father turned them on. They immediately began playing looping video of Claire and Steph, from the cameras in the house and other places. It was the video on Claire’s website.

“These will run all night long, every night,” her father said, “to remind you what sort of whores you are. And you’ll sleep in a special arrangement.”

He buckled each girl’s Titcage collar around their neck. Then he got the two naked sisters to lie on the bed in a 69 arrangement, Claire’s head at the bottom of the bed and Steph’s at the top. He brought out handcuffs, and cuffed each girl’s hands behind their back. Then he brought out a series of fine chains. The first set had thick plastic clamps at each end. These, it turned out, went on the girls’ nipples. The chains connected Steph’s left nipple to Claire’s right, and vice versa. The clamps themselves turned out to both bite painfully into the girls’ tits, but also vibrate distractingly.

The next chains were much shorter, and went from Claire’s collar to Steph’s clit ring, and Steph’s clit ring to Claire’s collar. The arrangement meant that, at most, Claire could keep her face about two inches from Steph’s wet, dripping cunt. The smell was overpowering and almost made Claire orgasm on the spot. She could feel her sister’s breath against her own twat.

“Like that?” her father said. “Of course you do, you whores. But the point isn’t to train you to get sluttier, it’s to train you out of it. Which is why we have this.” And he took out an opened can of dogfood. Without a word, he began to scoop slimy, smelly chunks of meat out of the can and push it into Steph’s vagina. Soon Steph’s cunt was fully of disgusting dog food. Then he did the same to Claire’s cunt. Claire felt the cold, wet pet food being shoved up her fuckhole and moaned sluttily.

“There you go,” he said. “Hopefully that will train you off the taste of cunt. But if it doesn’t, at least you can be learning to eat dog food like the bitch whores you are.”

With that, he took Kitten from the room, and turned off the lights behind him, leaving them uncovered on the bed, in the dark, with the door open. The clamps on their nipples buzzing away were the only sounds in the dark. The only light was from the TVs, which showed Claire and Steph being fucked and raped, and kissing each other naked in the mornings.

And then Claire felt Steph’s mouth at her cunt. Her sister was licking her pussy. She was sticking her tongue into Claire’s beaver and fishing out the chunks of dog food. The thought drove Claire wild. She orgasmed yet again, spasming her twat against her sister’s face, and then went to work on her sister’s pussy, licking her wet snatch and eating the dog food as her sister’s cunt muscles slowly pushed it out into Claire’s waiting mouth.

(To be continued…)

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Laura, a lesbian, has fallen into debt and is being blackmailed into taking part in a research study to “cure” her lesbianism….

Chapter 5
THE FIRST MAYIM SESSIONS

Laura went to the toilet near the end of the work day and took the pills she’d been given by Dr Windred. They reminded her of how horny she’d been this morning, a horniness that she’d never satisfied, and for a moment she thought about locking herself in a toilet stall and jilling off. But she didn’t trust herself to masturbate at work without being caught, and anyway Amy had told her not to play with herself before turning up at the clinic.

So she just left work, her pussy already wettening.

Erica still had the car, so Laura travelled from work to the clinic by working. It wasn’t far – Laura’s work was in town, so the clinic was only five blocks away. She’d walked much farther around the city when going shopping. But somehow this felt different. She spent every step of the way thinking about her cunt – about how wet it had been that morning, about how wet it was getting now from the pills, and about whether that sexy Amy was going to put a plastic cock into it again tonight. Laura tried to think about other things, but it was no good. The chemicals pulsing in her body were stimulating and reinforcing her arousal, making it hard to think about anything other than her vagina.

By the time Laura had reached the clinic, her labia were massively engorged, her panties were sopping wet with cunt juices, and even just the feeling of her thighs rubbing together as she walked was so erotic that Laura was making little slutty moans with every fourth or fifth step. She stopped outside the clinic, feeling dizzy, and thought about the state she was in. She couldn’t just go in there with wet panties, could she? But she couldn’t very well take them off, and besides, without her panties her cunt juices would just run down her legs. Maybe she should stop here and take off her panties anyway. Maybe she should try and wipe away some of her slut nectar from her cunt. Maybe she should just stand her and rub her pussy a bit – it would feel so good….

She snapped back into control to find her hand already fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. She couldn’t believe herself – she had almost just started masturbating on a public street. These pills were incredibly strong. She’d have to be careful of this in the future. She decided to just hurry inside – as embarassing as her aroused twat was, it had to be what Dr Windred and her assistants were expecting from the pills, so they probably wouldn’t mind.

She didn’t have to wait in reception this time – Amy was already there, and looked please to see her. The pretty strawberry-blonde girl was smiling in a way that did interesting things to Laura’s already pulsing beaver.

“Oh, I’m so glad you came back,” she said, taking Laura’s hand. It felt good – Amy’s skin was smooth and soft.

“Of course I came back,” said Laura, the heavy breathing she’d been doing making her voice sound funny.

Amy grinned mischievously. “I can see you took your pills,” she said. Laura, humiliated, looked away. God, Amy could even see how wet Laura was while Laura still had her clothes on.

She let Amy lead her from reception into the hallway beyond, and to the same room Laura had changed in last time.

“Same as before,” Amy said. “Clothes off. At least you won’t get an injection in your tit this time, hey?”

“That’s a plus,” admitted Laura. She shuffled behind the screen this time without objection. She was still hoping that tonight would be a repeat of last night. She could almost feel that plastic vibrator buzzing in her twat already. She was so aroused she couldn’t resist squeezing her melons a couple of times as she removed her bra, tweaking her diamond-hard nipples, and then giving her soaking-wet snatch a quick few rubs as she took of her panties. She wasn’t sure what to do about the panties – they were wet and sticky from her fuck nectar – but she really couldn’t think of anything other than to just bundle them with her other clothes. Holding her clothes in a bundle that covered her boobs, she stepped out from the screen to give them to Amy.

Only Amy wasn’t there. While Laura had been getting changed, Amy had vanished, and been placed by Dr Windred’s other assistance, Royce. Who was male.

Laura froze. A boy was looking at her, and she was naked. As best as Laura knew, no boy had ever done that in her life. At least not face to face – (the webcam didn’t count, right?).

He was obviously interested in what he saw. He was smiling, and visibly looking up and down her body, from her blushing face, to her exposed and aroused cunny, to her tits, mostly covered by her bundle of clothes.

Laura squealed, and jumped back behind the screen.

“Amy’s getting the room ready,” Royce called to her. “You need to hand over your clothes to me.”

“Can I have a gown?” asked Laura.

“No,” said Royce. “Come on, we’re on a tight timetable. If you don’t want to participate we can’t make you, but if you’re going to do it, you need to do it to our schedule.”

Laura groaned inwardly. She couldn’t not participate – her blackmailer would kill her.

Reluctantly, she stepped out into Royce’s view again. She tried to position the bundle of clothes so as to cover both her boobs and her vagnia, but then realised she had to give them to Royce anyway, and so reluctantly handed them over, leaving her completely exposed to his gaze.

Royce grinned. He reached into the pile of clothes and extracted the wet panties, holding them with one hooked finger.

“DId you have an accident?” he mocked.

Laura tried to ignore him. “Dr Windred’s room, or the… room with the chair?”

“Are you in a hurry for the chair, are you? Want a cock in that little lesbo cunt of yours?”

Laura flushed with fury. The worst bit was that she was still aroused. Surely this kind of ass-hattery would get in the way of her sexual buzz? But it wasn’t, and it turned out that Laura could be incredibly angry and incredibly horny at the same time. She DID want the plastic cock in her cunt. So she just stayed silent and waited for Royce to answer.

“The chair,” he said finally, laughing. “Go on, hop along, little bunny.”

Laura gratefully ran from the room, almost sprinting down the corridor to reach the testing room and get out of his sight.

The room was just as before – the custom-built chair, the screen, and the video camera. Laura noted the camera was already recording. To her relief Amy was here, and Royce didn’t appear to have followed. Amy smiled at Laura and motioned to the seat. “Sorry about leaving you to Royce, but we’re all professionals here.”

Laura thought about complaining about Royce, but she couldn’t put her finger on exactly what Royce had done that was unprofessional, so she just sat in the chair. As before, Amy buckled Laura’s wrists and ankles in place, and then put a strap across Laura’s waist. Laura’s pussy, which had been wet before, was now drooling in anticipation of the dildo.

“So today we’re measuring your response to lesbian stimuli,” said Amy. “We’re going to show you some lesbian porn on the screen and just gauge your reactions relative to yesterday.” The cute girl crouched beside the chair, and Laura gasped as she felt Amy’s gloved hand lubricate her anus, before sliding the small nub into place against her sphincter. Then Amy moved around to between Laura’s legs.

“Are you still okay with all of this?” she asked Laura.

Laura nodded, desperate for her to just get on with inserting the dildo.

Instead, Amy reached down and ran her finger along Laura’s labia. Laura was unable to stop herself from moaning with lust.

“You know, not all of our subjects are so nice to look at,” said Amy. “I think we’re lucky to have you.” And then she knelt and pushed the dildo, finally, into Laura’s twat. Laura made a long, slutty sigh of delight, and then again as the vibrators began to work on her fuckhole and her clitoris.

Amy stepped back, and the big projection screen that Laura was facing came to life. Sure enough, it was showing lesbian porn. It started with beautiful women undressing, and then moved to them kissing, then fingering and licking each other.

Laura orgasmed quickly and often. Her conscious thought vanished almost immediately, and soon she was lost in a sea of lust, bucking against the delightful dildo as hard as she could while watching the beautiful sluts on screen tongue-fuck each other. She found she was enjoying the sensation of the second dildo poking at her butt, and the feeling of it almost but not quite penetrating her anus stopped being uncomfortable and became a frustrating tease. No matter how hard she pushed back, she couldn’t get it to go that extra few millimetres and into her ass.

On screen the images changed to show women dominating and hurting each other. She watched a rape fantasy, of one woman assaulting and then using an unwilling partner. She watched a woman use a whip on the breasts of another big-titted girl. The final images showed a woman urinating into the mouth of an unwilling captive slut. These scenarios were uncomfortable for Laura; she didn’t usually watch porn like this, and she wasn’t comfortable about being turned on by them. But the pills and the stimulation had done something strange to her mind by that point, and she found herself continuing to orgasm watching girls hurt and degrade each other.

As before, the process eventually stopped without warning, leaving Laura infuriatingly between orgasms. She looked up at Amy with blurry eyes. “Please let me cum again Amy,” she said, though her throat was so dry that Amy might not have been able to understand her. She tried again. “I need to cum. Please, Amy.”

Amy looked amused. “What would you do for me if I let you cum?”

Laura was confused. She’d do anything. “You could fuck me,” said Laura. “You could use me. Please let me cum.”

Amy laughed. “Oh, that’s sweet, honey. But I’m not allowed to do that with you yet. Let’s just get you out of the chair. But first, what do you say to me for letting you have all those slutty orgasms?”

Laura remembered from last time. “Thank you, Amy.”

“And thank Royce too.”

Laura went pale. She looked around, and sure enough, there was Royce, standing near the door. Had he just watched Laura spend an hour naked and fucking a dildo? Had a boy watched her do that? She felt herself start to shake involuntarily, although that might have just been a reaction to the sex hormones flushing out of her system.

“Laura?” prompted Amy. She hadn’t unbuckled Laura’s legs yet, and Laura was still sitting with her twat splayed lewdly open. Laura suddenly wanted nothing more than to be clothed, so she said what she thought would get her out of the chair.

“Thank you, Royce,” she said.

Amy paused, still not unbuckling Laura. “Thank you, Royce, for watching me cum,” she prompted.

Laura agreed hurriedly. “Thank you, Royce, for watching me cum,” she said, blushing.

Satisfied, Amy finished getting Laura out of the chair, and gave her her clothes back. Laura dressed as quickly as possible, with Royce watching impassively the whole time.

They let her go home, then, and once again Laura went home, and upon being greeted by Erica, pushed her down and fucked her right there in the front hallway. As she ground her cunt against her submissive lover’s face, she thought about the films she had seen of girls hurting and abusing each other, and then she orgasmed again and stopped thinking about anything.

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The next day – a Tuesday – was one of Laura’s days off, for which Laura was grateful. She spent the day at home, took her pills in the afternoon, and headed into the Mayim Clinic in the evening, pussy dripping, anticipating another night of delicious pleasure in her pussy. She was aware of how strange it was to have an appointment to masturbate in front of people for science, and it made her uncomfortable when she thought about it like that, but on the other hand it had so far been the best sexual experience of her life. Even with Royce involved.

She’d found herself thinking more and more about Amy, too. Laura was incredibly happy with Erica, but that didn’t magically turn off her sex drive, and during her work day she found herself fantasising about the gorgeous strawberry blonde at the Mayim Clinic. She pictured Amy kissing her, undressing, rubbing her tits against Laura’s tits. She fantasised about Amy deciding not to use the dildo in the chair, and instead just fingering Laura or, better yet, licking her cunt for the hour. By the time Laura was due for her pills, she was already wet.

Amy was there at the clinic, leading Laura to the change room to get changed. Laura decided not to bother with the screen today, and just stripped in front of Amy, who would be seeing her nude in any event. Amy seemed delighted by this turn of events, and Laura hoped that she wasn’t imagining a sparkle of attraction in Amy’s eye as she looked at Laura’s nude body.

She took Laura to the room with the chair and buckled her in. Laura sighed happily as Amy pushed the rear dildo against her butt, and then snugged the main dildo into her pussy.

“You seem to be enjoying this,” teased Amy.

“A little,” blushed Laura.

It was only when the dildos were inserted that Royce entered the room. Laura tensed up a little. “Does he have to be here?” she asked.

“Yes,” replied Amy curtly, and said no more.

The images started on the screen – beautiful sluts, showing their tits – and Laura began to relax into the buzzing of the dildo in her twat. But then the images changed – men appeared, kissing the women, stroking their tits. The men were nude, with long, hard cocks, and soon the women were giving them blowjobs, kneeling and sucking on their dicks.

“What is this?” asked Laura. Her cunt was tensing up and she was instinctively trying to pull away from the dildo, but of course she couldn’t.

“Yesterday we tested your responses to lesbian stimuli,” said Amy. “Today we’re doing the hetero stuff. Just watch it, and either cum or don’t, it’s fine either way.”

Laura had no intention of cumming to pictures of men. She tried to disengage from the images, tried to make her pussy dry and unwilling. But the drugs were in her system and her cunt was still reacting to the stimulation it was receiving, even if Laura was turned off by what was on screen.

And, she had to admit, she wasn’t turned ALL the way off. There were still pretty girls. There were tits, and there were cunts. And there were small hints of lesbian content. A black man jizzed all over the big, fake tits of a whore, and then another pretty girl came over and licked the sperm off the first girl’s tits. Pretty girls licking each other’s tits was hot, even if semen was involved. And maybe Laura could picture all these cocks were just dildos. That girl, bent over a table and getting fucked from behind – that could be Laura, being fucked by Erica with a strap on. Or better yet, Amy with a strap on. Her pussy twitched at the thought, and then suddenly Laura was cumming.

After that, the idea of resisting the man-on-woman sex images was gone. She still wasn’t excited by men, but it became a game to transform what she was seeing into something that would make her cum. Women sucking on dildos, not cocks. Women rubbing a strap on between their tits, not a cock. Women bouncing up and down on their lover’s vibrator, not on a man’s penis.

Laura discovered something strange about herself as she watched. She liked the cumshots. She liked it when the men spurted spunk all over a woman’s face and tits. She liked it when they pulled out of a girl’s twat and revealed oozing white sperm trickling from the girl’s hole. She didn’t know why it appealed to her so much but she thought maybe it was to do with how much she enjoyed licking cunt. There was something about having sex juices all over your face…. and this was better than just a woman’s cunt nectar, because it was different. You could TELL. If she scooped up some of Erica’s love juices and pushed them into her own cunt, it would just be the same as what was already there. But sperm was white and sticky and when a girl had sperm in her pussy it was obvious that she’d just been fucked. And something about that made Laura incrediby wet.

Laura orgasmed again as she pondered this discovery about herself. Of course, she didn’t want to fuck a man, but could she use this in her normal sexual routine? What it would feel like to have a dildo pumping something hot and sticky into you as you orgasmed? Maybe she could pour hot chocolate on her tits and have Erica lick it off, and in her mind pretend it was sperm?

By the time the images stopped, Laura was not in the slutty, spaced-out state she had been the last two nights, but she had still cum three times. She had achieved sexual bliss three times, while looking at men. She blushed as Amy unbuckled her, ashamed to meet her eyes. What kind of lesbian was she? What kind of a traitor to lesbians everywhere? It had to be the drugs, right? She wasn’t normally like this.

Amy once again paused at unbuckling Laura’s legs, and Laura remembered what she had to say. “Thank you, Amy. Thank you Royce for watching me cum.”

“Thank you Amy for letting me cum like a slut,” Amy corrected.

Like a slut? Laura blushed. That was an awful thing to say. But it was true. And as she came down from her sexual high, Laura once again wanted to cover herself from Royce’s gaze as quickly as possible.

“Thank you, Amy, for letting me cum like a slut,” said Laura in a quiet voice, and Amy immediately smiled and unbuckled her.

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On Wednesday after work it seemed much the same. Amy greeted Laura as usual, and took her to the changing room. Laura was made to strip off in front of Royce this time; it was awful, but she was grateful that this time he said nothing, and refrained from commenting on her dripping pussy. Then she was led to the chair and buckled in place.

Laura could feel her cunt already twitching even before the dildo went in. It knew what was coming. It spasmed particularly happiily as each of the buckles were fastened. Laura was a little alarmed; was she coming to associate being restrained with sexual pleasure? Or was it just anticipation of the stimulation to come? She stopped caring much when the dildo slid inside her fuckhole and switched on, though.

Today the images were neither the lesbian images from the Monday nor the hetero porn from Tuesday. Instead they followed a theme, repeated over about twenty short films: two girls would get naked, start to kiss, and then begin to fuck each other. And then a male would enter the frame and join in. Sometimes he’d fuck one of the women while the girls continued to 69. Sometimes he’d just watch and masturbate until he ejaculated spunk over them. Sometimes both women would get up and begin pleasuring his dick. As the films went on, they became more extreme, and more violent. The male would spank the girls, or whip them with a belt. He’d pull them apart and then rape one of them. He’d drag one by the tits to a bed and then fuck her. Always, the women seemed delighted by this treatment, and always they seemed to gain more sexual pleasure from the man than from each other.

Laura didn’t know what to think about all of this, but her pussy did. It drooled happily through orgasm after orgasm over the course of the treatment. Laura didn’t mind the women in the films – they were all gorgeous, and Laura would have happily fucked any of them. She found it easy to picture herself in these scenarios, licking out a sexy porn star, but then of course the scenarios would include a man. Laura curiously imagined the sensation of being hauled off her lover by a man, and then raped while her lover kissed her rapist or licked his asshole. A part of her deep in her stomach felt sick; but at the same time her hips were happily bucking against the dildo, and she couldn’t take her eyes off the tits on the screen, even as those tits were being ejaculated on.

Of course, all the girls on the screen had big tits, just like Laura. Porn star tits. It was what Laura expected girls this slutty to have. It made sense.

When it ended, Laura was still begging for more. She was so wet, and she wanted to keep cumming. “Please, please…” she started to beg Amy, but then remembered the last two days. “Thank you, Amy,” she gasped. “Thank you for letting me cum like a slut. Thank you, Royce, for watching me cum.”

Amy smiled down at her, pleased at Laura’s thanks, but she neither released Laura nor let her cum. Instead, she stepped between Laura’s legs, removed the dildo, and bent down towards Laura’s cunt with some kind of a device in her hand.

At first Laura’s sex-addled brain thought Amy was going to finger her pussy, and she pushed her pussy as far towards Amy as she could in anticipation. But instead, there was a sharp metallic SNAP sound, and suddenly blinding pain raced through Laura’s twat. She jerked her groin away from Amy and screamed.

Amy put her hand over Laura’s mouth. “Hush, hush, shut up,” she said. Laura, unable to move her arms or legs, could do nothing to remove Amy’s hand, and after a moment she had to quieten down in order to breath. She looked down at her cunt but couldn’t see what Amy had done to make it hurt so much.

Amy held up the device she had used. It looked like a cross between a drill and a syringe.

“We’ve just injected a little device into her groin flesh,” she said. “It’s just like a tracking microchip for a dog. It’s going to help us monitor you. It records vital statistics throughout the day – blood pressure, heart rate, arousal levels, cunt wetness – and stores them, and then we can scan it when you come in here and retrieve the data.”

“It hurts,” whimpered Laura.

“Oh, hush,” said Amy. “Your body is full of endorphins right now from all the fucking you just did, so it didn’t hurt anywhere near as much as it could have, and the pain will fade quickly.” Amy smiled wickedly. “Here, let me help.”

And then Laura felt the most wonderful sensation ever – Amy’s finger sliding into her sluthole, and starting to gently pump in and out. All at once the pain was gone, and she was back in the world of sex and lust.

“Royce, are you gettting this?” asked Amy.

“Yep,” said Royce, looking at a computer. “She’s juicing up nicely. Looks like it workled.”

“Excellent,” said Amy. She pulled her finger out of Laura’s twat, looked at it for a moment, and then wiped it clean on Laura’s breast. “Thre’s a proper name for these, Laura, but I just like to call them ‘cunt tags’. Only the special girls get to have a ‘cunt tag’. You should say thank you.”

“Thank you,” moaned Laura.

“Thank you what?” asked Amy.

“Thank you, Amy, for putting a cunt tag on me,” said Laura.

“Okay, so tomorrow we’re going to do something a bit different now you’ve got your cunt tag,” said Amy. “Tomorrow, we want you to take two of your pills at 9 am in the morning, okay?”

“But I’m at work tomorrow,” protested Laura weakly.

“We know. And we don’t want you to stay home or anything. Go to work. We just want to get some readings of a normal day for you, okay? And then take two more before you come here.”

“But I’ll get so wet!” said Laura.

“I know. And whatever you do, don’t play with yourself. Or at least don’t let yourself orgasm. The data will show if you masturbate, and it will fuck things up for us, and we’ll be very upset, okay?”

Laura nodded.

“Good girl,” said Amy, and finally untied Laura.

***

When she got home, Laura didn’t even bother to close the front door before pushing Erica to the ground and fucking her.

(To be continued…)

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Dancing and love, Maggie’s heart broken, A love renew, The feeling of deciet, Two brother’s fight

Writer’s Note’s:

I know the last few chapter’s have been odd for some, but it helps with the story. Heath is wanting his family to come together. The next few will show that love they have for one another. As the darkness that is will show it’s head down the road, but first happiness must be shown during the next few chapter’s. Thank’s to all that are enjoying this story.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction as the names are just that fiction.

Now I give you chapter 21

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The cruise has been very interesting as it has brought my family tighter together except for Travis as he hasn’t earned my respect back for trying to kill Lil Greg. It has brought hearts together as in a mother and son back together after a week of being apart. It also brought a mother from Kaye’s past back into her life. Jacqueline as begun healing her and my dear sister’s hearts. They have not been apart which is good. Travis has been trying to be more active with the family. I know they try to trust him, as do I but a part of me is finding it hard to. I do love my brother don’t get me wrong as he is my brother. Kaye has in her own way changed him to the Bubby I knew all those years ago. I ask our dad everyday to help me open my heart up to Travis. As I hope that day comes soon.

It’s the last night of our cruise in which the godparents, mom, and Mommas Faye and Jacqueline have given us young couples all a chance to go dancing in the club that is on the ship. It’s around 9 p.m. as I sit with my ladies at a booth. Our drinks were refilled as the music comes over the speakers. It’s been a fun night as we have danced, talk, and laughed. I watched as 4 guys came over acting like they were something to women. All four were dressed in suits which weren’t all that impressive. All looked to be older ranging between 6‘0 to 6‘2. I guess they got up the courage to come over so to speak.

“ Evening ladies care to dance with us?” A smiling blonde guy asks looking down at Jasmine’s breast

“ No thank you as we already have OUR date.” Jasmine says getting his attention as he looks up in her eyes

“ Oh really and who is your date as I see a little boy? You all are too beautiful to be with him.” A dark haired man says as I smirk

“ Well I hate to call you wrong, but us four beautiful ladies are with him as in to be married.” Diamond says as all four of my ladies hold up their left hands

“ What….all four of you are going to marry him? What a waste of four delicious looking ladies.” Another one says asking as I look at him sternly but calm

“ Yes we are now if you will excuse us we are enjoying the night.” Tiffany says as all four guys look at them then at me

“ Well I think the BOY here needs to share for the night. What do you say sport? Give them up for the night so we can have some fun.” The first guy asks as I calmly stand up

“ Baby don’t do anything to get in trouble.” Jasmine says as I shake my head still looking at the idiot

“ You want some fun tonight I take it?” I ask as they all four nod

“ Yep and with them kid. We could always break them in for you as a wedding gift.” The second one says as they all laugh making my fiancees sound like play things

I just give them a slight smirk before reaching for the ringleader by the back of the head and bringing him down fast and hard face first into the table. His friends are in shock as I keep his face planted to the table while looking at his buddies.

“ Aren’t we having fun guys? You said you wanted some fun right?” I ask looking at the three guys standing while the one face planted on the table struggles

“ Kid let our friend up or else.” The second one that talked says to me

“ Or else what?” Comes a very familiar voice up from behind the second

I look past him to see it’s some one I never expected to stand on my side. The man turns to see my brother Travis standing behind him with a waiting smirk.

“ This is none of your business go get your own pussy.” The second one says as my brother shows me a wink

“ Well hate to tell you idiot, but this is my business as the man your messing with is my baby brother, and those with him are my sisters to be. So if you assholes think your man enough to take him and I on go ahead, but I hate to ruin the night for my little brother and sister-in-laws.
.” Travis says shocking the hell out of me

“ Let me up motherfucker.” The ringleader says as I do let him up by his short hair

At that moment I catch movement as Chris, Jack, and Adam come over to assist.

“ Problems bro?” Jack asks as the four guys see all four of my brothers behind them

“ Nope these gentlemen and I use that word loosely were just going to apologize to your sisters weren’t you ass wipes.” I say as the four all gulp seeing how muscled we all five were compared to them

“ Look we will leave.” The ringleader says holding his nose turning to my ladies to only continue “ We’re sorry ladies for all that we said.”

I watch as all my women stand up nicely only to walk to the four idiots. We watch as they place a hand on the fours right cheek before their knees come up into their groins making my brothers and I flinch. All four guys double over catching their breathes.

“ That is for thinking you could get any pussy from us.” Jasmine says showing her latina anger

SLAP

“ And that is for insulting our man.” Diamond says after they all four slapped the four pigs

I look over to see two security guards of the ship make their way over.

“ Problems over here?” The big burly one asks

“ Yeah these four on the floor assumed we were whores. They insulted our man calling him a boy. Sorry for the violence, but we are not the type to take the harassment.” Tiffany says as the guards look down at the four

“ We understand ma’am we got it from here.” The second guard says as they help the four hurt men up

We watch them being escorted away as my brothers and Travis give me nods returning to their ladies. My ladies and I sit back down to again enjoy the night. I look over to see Tiffany missing until I feel a hand on my crotch then feel my jeans being unzipped. I raise the table clothe up to see her smiling up at me with my cock in her hand. I feel Jasmine and Diamond snuggle into me as they both tell me to relax. So I do as I’m told as Tiffany starts licking up my shaft a few times before taking me into her mouth. I let out a moan as Jasmine and Diamond caress my chest. I look over to see Hannah has her hand between Diamonds legs. Where we are sitting it’s dark enough that no one can really see what is going on. I look at Jasmine to see her raise her skirt up showing me she has no panties on.

“ Jasmine what is going on?” I ask her as she giggles

“ Baby we won’t be able to have any kind of play time as we will have the kids. So Tiffany is getting you ready for me. We decided earlier that I get your last load on the cruise. Tiffany is going to stay down there and suck your balls while she plays with her pussy. Hannah and Diamond are going to play with each other as I ride you. Selena, Kaye, Michelle, Sierra, and Mandy are our look outs.” Jasmine explains to me as Tiffany is bobbing her head fast while massaging my balls

I looked over to see my brothers gone, but my sisters all had their heads back looking around. I went wide eyed knowing where my brothers were as they were pleasuring each of my sisters. I chuckled before hearing Diamond moan. I turned to see Hannah and Diamond both making out as I felt my cock get harder. It was at that moment Tiffany brought her panties out with a thumbs up. Jasmine smiled as she had me to sit up a little as she looked around before straddling my waist. I feel her pussy slide down on my cock. We both let out a soft moan as Jasmine places her arms around my neck. She slowly moves up and down as I feel a mouth on my balls. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I kept my eyes open as to see no one looking in our direction. Jasmine looked into my eyes with a smile.

“ You love my pussy baby? You love filling me up with your big beautiful fat cock?” She asks as she starts riding me faster

“ Yes I do…You love riding my cock?” I ask as I moan to her

“ Oh God….Yes…Fuck I am gonna…cum.” Jasmine says as she grinds against me to get herself off

“ Oh shit….right there Hannah baby.” I hear Diamond say as I turn to see her laying down with her legs in the air

“ Diamond what….are you doing….darlin?” I ask as she looks up at me

“ Getting eaten….I want your…cock but….it’s taken.” She says as she holds Hannah’s head in place

This moment is so far out there as we are in a fuck fest. I look over to see my sisters all softly moaning with eyes closed. I see Sierra making out with her sister as they openly kiss. It’s one crazy moment as I push Jasmine’s hips down onto my cock. I thrust deep up into her as Jasmine arched her back. I held my position as I erupted into her womb. She let out a moan feeling my cum hit the right spot. Jasmine leaned up against me as I placed my arms around her. She was breathing against my neck. I felt hands between my legs taking my dick out of Jasmine who let out a grunt. Tiffany was sucking me clean before zipping my jeans up and buttoning them. She came out of under the table to only sit by me. She placed her right index and middle finger to my mouth as I took them in to taste her pussy juices on them. She gave me a smile as I heard Diamond moan saying she was cuming. I shook my head with a chuckle. After everyone got straightened up and my ladies gave me a kiss each with Hannah sharing Diamond’s cum with me. We all danced together. I gave my brothers and sisters each a smirk as they smiled and blushed. That night was the first for me having sex in public like that minus the beach. All I could say was it was nice as it was with the four ladies I loved. After leaving to get the kids from Mom and momma Faye. My ladies and I placed the four rug rats in bed taking spots on either side of them. Diamond and Hannah spooned on one side with Dakota in Diamonds arms as I was sandwiched between Jasmine and Tiffany as my latina queen holding Lil Greg with Karen and Lil Heath in the middle. Tiffany held on to me from behind as she whispered in my ear.

“ Thank you baby for loving us. Thank you for this beautiful cruise.” She tells me in a whisper

“ Your welcome my African princess as I love you all.” I say feeling her kiss the back of my neck

As I close my eyes I smile knowing this was the best idea I had by bringing my family together stronger. The thing is though none of them knew what I had planned next.

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Maggie’s POV: A week later

It has been a week since we have returned home from the cruise. Jacqueline decided to come along with us to spend time with Kaye. I can understand why as a daughter needs her mother. I know how she feels being reunited with her child. It’s around 12:30 on Friday that I am laying in bed to catch up on some rest. I guess the cruise wore me out more then I knew. I sighed remembering that wonderful week on the ocean as Faye’s face came to my mind. The way she looked when I popped the question. A smile comes across my face as I let out a sigh. As I lay there I hear the door open to see my loving son Heath walk in then jump on the bed with a smile.

“ Why is my beautiful mother up here?” He asks me as I giggle

“ Still wore out from the cruise honey. I had so much fun in more ways then one.” I tell him as he chuckles

“ I bet.” He says as we look at each other before he continues “ So what was that thing you was going to ask about later?”

I look into his eyes that still haven’t turned back to what they once were. I try to think of how to ask him without my son thinking I am crazy. I let out a sigh before I just let the words come out.

“ Baby I want you to help your mother get rid of all the bad memories I have of Tyrone.” I say as he looks at me confused

“ Um ok as in how mom?” He asks as I place my left hand on the right side of his face

“ Heath honey I want you to make love to me.” I ask as I see his eyes take in my words

Heath looks deep into my eyes to only chuckle next in which I feel a bit hurt.

“ Mom your kidding right? I mean you always told me that it was wrong for a son to be with his mother in that way. Why the change of heart?” My son asks with truth as I take my hand away from his face

“ I just want you to give me something to remember as the last man I sleep with. I am sorry for asking honey and don’t be scared that I am mad as I am not. I love you my loving son.” I tell him as he nods

Heath surprises me by pulling my body against his. He places his right hand on the back of my head running his fingers through my hair. I snuggle into him thinking this feels so right. I use to do the same to him when he was younger before all the distance started. We are interrupted by 4 little munchkins that storm in crawling up on the bed. I ask them what is up as they all get behind Heath. My son turns around to place his arm around them as I place my arm around him. I guess it’s nap time as I shortly hear them all breath softly. I smile knowing I am a mother and grandmother to no end.

I wake up to a empty bed. I turn to see it’s 6:30 p.m. I make my way down to the kitchen to see everyone fixing their plates. I go over and fix mine as Faye hands me one with a smile. I thank her with a kiss that gets everyone to awe about as our grandkids giggle. Faye and I go out back to the picnic table that Adam and Jack made. Jacqueline follows us out only to sit on the other side of Faye. I find it a bit odd, but I don’t say nothing as we all eat. We all talk and laugh at times before I know it dinner is done. The evening goes by as night comes. Lil Greg decided to come to me around 9 p.m. to only fall asleep in my lap. I rock him to sleep as Faye comes over to me whispering that she was going to bed and wait for me. I smile as she gives me a kiss on my lips. As she breaks the kiss Faye walks to the stairs giving me the pleasure of watching her sexy ass sway back and forth. I lick my lips as I can’t wait to play with what is under her shorts.

After taking Lil Greg up to bed I make my way to the bedroom Faye and I shared. Once to the door I hear my fiance moan. I snicker thinking she began without me. I quietly open the door to only be shocked at what I see. There before me is Faye on all fours naked with her head the other way. Behind her is a naked Jacqueline between my love’s legs eating her out. I feel tears come to my face as I slowly shut the door to only go back to the kids room. I walk to the bed to only lay at the foot as to not wake them. I cry watching my grand babies sleep. How could Faye do this to me? How could I have been so wrong about her? I cry so much I fall asleep with my heart breaking in two. I woke up sometime during the night to find Karen and Lil Greg up against me as Dakota and Lil Heath were against my legs holding them. I giggle knowing that these four would never break my heart. I go back to sleep holding my grandkids up against me tight.

The next morning being Saturday I wake up to a empty bed. I get my bearings remembering what happened last night. I get up feeling my heart broke as I make my way to Faye and now Jacqueline’s room. I see it’s empty as it’s 8:30 a.m. I get my clothes that I want to wear. Tight shirt, no bra, tight jeans with a thong underneath. I then get a idea and pack my clothes in my duffle bag to only leave the room placing it in the kid’s room. Hell if she want’s Jacqueline then so be it. I have three lovers that will take me back. I make my way down to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. I give my sons, daughters, sisters, brothers, and grandkids all hugs bypassing Faye and the lush tramp who is in my book Jacqueline. I get over to the coffee pot as Faye hands me my cup that already has coffee in it. I look to see her give me a smile as I just dump the coffee out making my own. I guess she is confused as I turn to walk out bidding my family a good day. I hear Faye call for me as I walk out the back door making my way to the beach to get way from the two timing whore. Once down on the beach I stand there watching the waves come to hit the sand that awaits for the nourishment of the ocean. I take a sip of my coffee at that moment feeling my heart turn cold. I feel a hand on my shoulder as I grip the handle of my cup. I turn my head to see a look of concern in Faye’s eyes. Jacqueline is also standing there having the same look.

“ Maggie what is wrong? What have I done to make you mad baby?” Faye asks as I turn to look at the ocean again

“ I saw you, I saw her doing what I usually do in OUR bed.” I say as Faye gasp

She steps in front of me with hurt eyes as they look into my cold ones.

“ Maggie it’s not what you think Jacqueline just wanted to show her love to.” She tells me but doesn’t get the chance to finish

“ So your with her now fine I will start sleeping with the kids. At least with them I feel loved.” I say as she looks at me wide eyed before I continued “ Give me back my ring.”

“ No Maggie don’t, don’t break up with me.” Faye says as tears start to fall down her face

“ Why not since you found someone else to take to bed you slut.” I say as my words hit her hard

Faye looks down at the ring before taking it off to place in my hand. I don’t show any regret as I turn to see Jacqueline standing behind me.

“ Maggie dear calm down I want.” Jacqueline tries to say before I step up to her

“ Don’t you want her now as you broke us up. Have the one that had my heart….YOU FUCKING WHORE.” I say as I threw my cup as far as I could into the ocean hearing Faye continue to cry

I made my way back up to the house ignoring those that were calling for me to only make my way to the kids room. I didn’t want anything to do with Faye anymore. I had my grandkids to think of. I didn’t need anyone except them and Heath in my life. I had love once as in my husband that watched over me from time to time. As I cried I heard the door open. I didn’t look to see who it was as I just wanted to be alone. I felt a little hand on my shoulder. I turned to see it was Karen as she crawled over me to get in the bed. She snuggled up into me as I placed my arms around her.

“ Grammy Maggie you ok?” She asked as I nodded

“ Yes baby girl as I have you and your brothers to help me get by.” I tell her as she places her hand on my left cheek of my face

“ I hope so grammy I love you.” She tells me as I smile

“ I love you too honey.” I tell her getting a smile

Karen and I talk as a grandmother to granddaughter. I tell Karen about her grandfather and about her father when he was her age. She giggles as I keep telling her of stories of Heath’s youth. It’s not long that Karen wants to go back down stairs. I follow Karen out of the bedroom as we made our way down to the living room. We looked to see no one around until we heard voices coming from the back yard. I picked Karen up as she giggled. Once outside I saw everyone gathered like in a meeting. Heath smiled as he spoke to us all.

“ I know we just got back from a vacation on a cruise, but I want to take you all on another vacation while the weather is still warm.” He says as the family all smile

“ We going to Jamaica Bro?” Jack asks in a bad attempt at a Jamaican accent as Adam smacks him in the back of the head

“ Jacman the authorities would arrest you for stepping on their soil with your smart mouth.” Adam says as everyone laughs except me

I look at my son to see him shake his head.

“ No as I have already chosen Disneyland in Florida.” He says as everyone goes quiet

It’s at that time as all the kids start to scream as I put Karen down to see her make her way to her brothers and cousin. They start jumping up and down being excited. I look over to see Faye standing by herself with red puffy eyes watching the kids. Jacqueline has a sad expression looking between Faye and I.

“ I already have rooms reserved at one of the nice hotels for everyone.” My son says as I sigh before hearing the whore speak

“ If it helps you can put me with Faye and Maggie.” She says shocking Faye and I

“ Actually you can count me out as I am not going.” I spit out stunning everyone

“ Maggie please don’t do this?” Faye says as I raise my hand for her to shut up

“ Mom what is going on? I thought we could tell each other our problems?” Heath asked being concerned as I shake my head feeling my anger kick in

“ Well excuse me if I don’t explain everything that goes on with me. God I wish I never had that fucking dream that showed me the way here.” I state as I see Heath show shock to my words, What little brightness had returned disappeared in an instant

I see everyone looking at me as if I was the evil queen as I am taken back at what I said. My eyes go wide as Heath looks down at the paper he is holding only to let it drop to the cement ground. The kids move over to get it as Karen looks at it. Heath looks down at the kids then up at us all. I make my way to him placing my hand on his shoulder to only get it shrugged off.

“ I’m going for a walk.” He says turning making his way to the beach

I stand there as everyone looks at me as Ellie comes up to me. She stands in front of me with a stern look in her eyes.

“ Maggie that was real cold of you to say. What has gotten into you today?” Ellie says asking as I look between Faye and Jacqueline

“ Ask those two. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind to tell you.” I say as Ellie shakes her head

“ Yeah well I have and they haven’t said shit. Now what is going on?” My best friend asks as I feel tears come to my eyes

“ I can’t say Ellie as it hurts to much.” I tell her as I turn and run back into the house

Once back in the kid’s room I cry laying in bed. I don’t leave the room even when it’s dinner time. I only get up when I have to pee and hardly do that. The kids come to bed around 9 that night telling me they love me before picking a spot to sleep. Karen insists on sleeping in my arms as Dakota sleeps behind me. Lil Greg and Lil Heath on either side of their siblings. As I hold Karen I can’t help but feel that these four little darlings are the only ones that love me now.

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Ellie’s POV:

It’s been a week since Heath announced taking all his family to Disney. And in that week Maggie has kept away from all of us except the grandkids. I have noticed Faye talking to Jacqueline a lot, but what I also noticed was Faye not wearing the ring Maggie gave her. I have talked to my husband as well as our best friends. They all helped me put two and two together to come up with what happened between Faye and Maggie. Verna, Kiko, and I decided to bring the three together for a sit down. We were going to bring this out in the open so to speak, but in Faye and Maggie’s bedroom. It was Friday so the other family members were out and about shopping for new clothes for the up coming trip. Maggie sat in a chair away from the bed as Faye and Jacqueline sat apart from each other on the bed. Verna, Kiko, and I stood looking at the three of them to see sad looks and a angry expression from Maggie.

“ First off none of you are going to leave this room until this bullshit is fixed.” I say as they all look up at me

“ You can’t keep me in here with those two whores.” Maggie says shocking Faye and Jacqueline

“ Maggie you are not leaving, and how are they whores hun? What did they do to you besides show caring and love to each other?’ Verna asked as Maggie looked at her

“ First off Faye cheated on me. She wanted that slut instead of me.” Maggie says as Faye shook her head

“ No Maggie that’s not true as I love you. I always wanted you to be mine. Jacqueline just wanted to show she loved us both.” Faye says as I look at Jacqueline

“ So this is all your fault?” I ask her getting a nod

“ Yes and I am sorry. Faye told me that her and Maggie were a package deal. I wanted to show I cared and loved them both. That night Faye and I had sex I was hoping Maggie would come in to join us, but I guess I did it all wrong.” Jacqueline says as I shake my head

“ Girl you rattled a wasp nest as now not only are these two in misery, but our son is also.” Verna says as Kiko and I nod

“ Look Jacqueline, our son has been through a lot over the years. This is causing him to revert back to the way he was before the family came back together. At first I thought it was my imagination, but Jasmine confirmed my fears. I just hope we can heal him so he doesn’t do something stupid again.” Kiko says catching Faye and Maggie’s attention

“ Wait…what do you mean back to what he was?” Maggie asks as Faye lets out a sigh

“ Jasmine said Heath’s nightmares started again and cries in their arms as he sleeps. He is beginning to have bad thoughts as the wall is going back up again.” Faye says shocking us all

“ Oh god no…he..he can’t. I didn’t come all this way for my son to hurt again.” Maggie says as Faye looks over at her

“ You mean OUR son as I took him in as my own also.” Faye states as Maggie shakes her head
“ He is MY son and always will be.” Maggie says stepping on all our toes

“ Maggie you need to take that back. We have all took him in as our own.” Verna says with a hint of anger

Maggie looks at us all as I see something that shows fear. I make my way over to her only to get on my knees.

“ Maggie honey what is wrong with you? You have never hid anything from Verna, Kiko, or I.” I say as she looks at me with tears

“ Oh Ellie I want what you have with Verna and Kiko again. I thought I did with Faye, but Jacqueline took it away from me.” She tells me as she cries leaning over placing her head in her hands

“ Maggie please don’t say that I love you darling. Just listen to me please my love.” Faye says also in tears

“ Maggie I am sorry I hurt you, but I do like you and Faye. I guess I want the same thing as they have with you and Faye. Please give me a chance to show you.” Jacqueline says as I hold my old friend in my arms

It’s a few minutes later that Maggie looks up, but in my eyes. I know her so well to see her conflicted, but yet she wants to be loved so much. I lean up to place my lips on hers. She places her arms around me as she used to returning the kiss. I her a gasp behind me as Maggie breaks the kiss looking into my eyes.

“ I have always loved you Ellie. You always knew how to make me feel right.” She tells me as I smiled

“ Same her Magpie now go to Faye as I can see you still love her.” I say to my lover as she nods looking over at Faye

I stand up before helping her stand. I make my way back to my sisters as I watch Maggie take steps over to Faye. She has Faye stand up before taking a knee. She reaches into her shorts pocket pulling a ring out. Maggie looks up at Faye who is crying. We watch as Maggie places the ring back on Faye’s left ring finger. Maggie stands up to take the woman I have started to fantasize about into her arms.

“ I’m sorry Faye for jumping to conclusions. I should of talked to you about what was going on. Now we have a hurt son, because of my stupidity.” Maggie says as Faye comforts her

“ It’s ok baby as we are back together, but yes our son is hurt and we need to get him happy again as his eyes have only become a darker blue.” Faye says as I see Jacqueline stand stepping to them

“ I…I know I caused all this, but can I maybe join you both?” Jacqueline says a bit scared

Maggie and Faye look at her before pulling her to them. They kiss her passionately as I feel two hands on my ass.

“ That is so sweet makes me want to eat some pussy.” Kiko says as the three break their kiss to only look at us

“ Kiko you are just a horny bitch.” Maggie says as Kiko smiles with a nod

“ Yes I am your horny Asian bitch now get that sexy ass over here as I haven’t had you in awhile.” Kiko says as Verna, Maggie, Faye and I laugh

“ Wait am I missing something here?” Jacqueline asks sounding confused

“ Yes dear you see Maggie, Verna, Kiko, and Ellie are all lovers. It’s just the past 7 years or longer they haven’t slept with Maggie. So now they want to bring her back to them.” Faye explains as Kiko walks over to Maggie as I go to Faye as Verna goes to Jacqueline

“ Oh Ok so what does that mean for us.” Jacqueline asks as Verna takes her hands

“ That means sexy you and I are going to make love together as they are. Then we are going to get in a daisy chain.” Verna says as I am already down on my knees pulling Faye’s panties down

“ Oh so I take it we are all.” Jacqueline tries to finish before Maggie chimes in on her back

“ All horny and want pussy while our family are out yep. So get use to this as us 6 have just become a six some at times.” Maggie says as Kiko starts licking on Maggie’s clit

I think Jacqueline was caught off guard as Verna shoved her on the bed and crawled up started her way to bringing our new sister to our way of life. I look up as I start licking on Faye sexy cunt to see her take off her top. My eyes go wide as I see a set of beautiful breast. I smile knowing that for right now she is mine. I hear Maggie moan as I know Kiko is showing our Magpie some over do pleasure. Faye spreads he legs a little more for me as I feel hand on my head and fingers running through my hair. She is turning me on as I reach down into my bikini bottoms to rub my clit. I love being bisexual as I can’t get enough cock or pussy. At this moment I feel I am in heaven with the most beautiful women in the same room with me.

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The past few weeks have gone by as I find myself stepping off the plane in Orlando, Florida. I smile a little seeing my kids all looking around before Karen turns to look up at me.

“ Daddy where is Snow White?” My daughter asks in her cute way

“ This is the airport honey you will see her tomorrow as it’s 8 p.m. in the evening.” Jasmine says speaking up as Karen shows sadness

“ Ok mommy Jazzy.” Karen says with a pouty face

We all make our way gathering our luggage to find two shuttle vans waiting for us. I guess my godfather Mike was expecting us to rent cars as he gave me a confused expression. I chuckled shaking my head no as he and the parents got in the second van. I was upset as well. Over the past week all the mothers were paying more attention to Travis for some fucking reason. I stepped up to Travis, Kaye, And Michelle telling them they were in the second van with the parents. They all three looked at me before going to join the parents. Diamond noticed before stepping over to me.

“ Baby what is going on?” She asks whispering in my ear

“ I just don’t want them around me right now. Sorry if I am being a pain.” I say a bit hurt whispering to her

“ Your not a pain baby I was just concerned that’s all.” She tells me placing a kiss on my chest

We get in the shuttle van and seated when Adam starts looking around as my ladies and I are in the very back seat.

“ Where’s Michelle as she was just about to get in?” Adam asks as I speak up

“ In the second shuttle van bro.” I say as he looks behind us with a sad expression

“ Oh.” Is all he says as he turns around

I know it’s cruel and all, but right now I don’t want anyone that supports Travis around me. I have tried to forgive him, but that voice in my head says no. I guess my godmothers haven’t noticed yet of my distancing away from them, but my mother and Faye have as they each have tried to talk to me as I just walk away leaving them with tears. Once our luggage was placed in the van. The drivers started for our hotel. I made it where my loves and the kids were on a completely different floor then the family. I wanted to be far away from the mothers, Travis, Kaye, and Michelle. I couldn’t explain why, but I just had to make it this way. Once we reached the hotel and checked in. We took two elevators up to our rooms after checking in. Once my brothers and sisters stepped off they looked at us confused as the elevator doors closed taking my four loves and kids up to the next floor. Once we reached the floor we stepped off to only make our way down a few doors to be shown into our room alright. I shocked those that I loved with a penthouse suite. The kids jumped up and down excited as they went in looking every where.

“ Heath what the hell baby? This is huge for a hotel room.” Diamond asks as the bell boy grinned before he spoke

“ This is a penthouse suite ma’am.” He says as all four of my ladies went wide eyed

“ NO WAY!” They all said in unison as they tackled me followed by the kids

The bell boy chuckled seeing the scene in front of him. After a few minutes I was helped up to tip the man that placed our luggage in the rooms. After he left and we got the kids calmed down my loves and I started to relax to be ready for a full day tomorrow.

The next morning being a Saturday started out with breakfast with the family. As I ate I looked to see all the mothers looking at me with great concern. I guess it finally kicked in that I was ignoring them. My own mother gave me a deep expression of worry as she looked at the other mothers who gave her the same looks.

“ Heath honey is it ok if us grandmothers take the kids for the day?” My mother asks as I look around the table to see everyone looking at me

I scoot my chair back and stand as they all look at me. I give each of my loves a hug telling Jazzy, Diamond, and Tiffany that it was up to them on this vacation about the kids. I told everyone I would see them at Disneyland. I left making my way out catching a cab to go on ahead. I make it to the park to see cars starting to pull in as I sit on a bench to wait for my family or should I say Travis’s family. I can’t shake this feeling that he is out to take everything I have and everyone I love. I shake the thoughts out of my head as I watch families and little kids start to make their way into the park that houses Disney world. As a kid I never got to come here, but now that I am here I don’t feel all that excited now. I guess the hurt I have gone through the past years has numbed my excitement. It’s about 30 minutes later that I hear ‘ Daddy daddy’ as I look up to see Karen and my boys running to me. I stay where I am as they get to me. I give each of them a hug as my four fiances get to me with worried expression. I stand as each one gives me a hug and kiss over my heart. Once all my family are near I start for the ticket booth and give them my name. The ticket person looks before giving me a smile. She hands me vouchers that show my name on them. I give her the money before handing tickets to my ladies, brothers except Travis, my sisters except Kaye and Michelle. I then hand the rest to Karen and tell her to take them to grandpa Mike to hand out. I raise up after she nods making her way to him. I see the hurt on the mothers as each accept what they are handed. I turn taking Hannah and Tiffany’s hands as they take each of their sisters hands, Jasmine and Diamond’s. We walk in as the kids go with the parents, Kaye, Michelle, Adam, and Travis. Chris and Selena go with Jack, Sierra, and Mandy in one direction. My loves and I go to look around by ourselves to see what this place has to offer.

As the morning goes by and I notice I forgot my cell phone. Jasmine sends a text to ask where to meet for lunch. After everyone sends a text back we make our way to a food area. Once we get together I see Lil Greg being held by Travis. I cringe at my son being held on Travis’s left hip, but I don’t make a scene as to not ruin my kids day. The mothers notice but don’t say anything as they start to order for the kids and themselves. I don’t eat anything as I only get a ice tea in which gets my mother’s attention.

“ Heath you need to eat honey.” She tells me as I just shrug my shoulders before I answer

“ I haven’t really been hungry as of late. Guess something put a bad taste in my mouth.” I say looking from her to Travis

She shakes her head as if trying to hold back tears. I go find a seat as I wait for my ladies to order what they want. As I sit there I think of my emotions. I am so freaking numb towards the mothers, my two sisters Kaye and Michelle, and Travis. I look over and feel disgusted as Momma Ellie talks to Travis smiling as momma Kiko does the same. I see Mike looking over at me as I just turn my head to look at the roller coaster ride I should try out later in the week. Everyone comes back as Jasmine hands me my Ice tea as she sits by me on my left as Diamond sits on my right. They all eat as I sip on my tea. My kids are all excited asking where they going next. I see Karen with stickers of a few characters on her face. I look at each of my kids and can only smile at each one.

After lunch everyone goes around, but this time we all go as a family as suggested by my three godfathers. I guess they didn’t want to get lost again. The guys win stuff animals from a few of the games that are around as I do the same. As the day starts coming to a close at Disney everyone starts to leave around 6 p.m. My family stays until it just barely gets dark. I think of something as I see the mothers still hanging around Travis. I smirk as I tell the family to go ahead as I wanted to have a brother’s night out for a few hours. My ladies look at me concerned as I nod. Each one gives me a hug and kiss before I give each of my kids a hug and kiss on the forehead even Lil Heath. As the family all get in rental cars that Mike rented for the week. As they drive off I hear Travis speak up for the first time in 5 hours.

“ So where are we going?” He asks as I turn to look at him with cold eyes

“ To Hell.” I say as I see his eyes go wide with fear

“ Heath what is going on? What are you planning to do?” Travis asks as I look at Jack and Chris

They both see my eye movements as I look at Travis. Each one grabs his arms as I lead them to a dark area of the park. I hear him talking loudly asking again what was going on. Adam comes running up beside me.

“ Heath bro what are you going to do?” Abs ask as I find the spot that will be perfect

“ Well bro I am going to make Travis wish he was never born.” I say as Adam looks from me to Travis

“ No Heath please I am sorry for everything I have done to you. I love you Champ.” Travis tells me overhearing what I said

“ Bullshit you stole the mothers away from me just as you did Maggie and Michelle all those years ago. You want me out of the way fine. After I kick your ass you can have it all…..the Moms, Michelle…..I just don’t care anymore Travis.” I say as his eyes go wide

“ I…I don’t want everything you have. I just want my brother to love me again. I am sorry about the moms it’s just they think I am not part of the family because you’ve been reluctant to forgive me like you did Michelle, Kaye, and Mom. Please Champ we can talk this out. Champ?” He tells me as I motion Jack and Chris to let him go

He looks at them as they turn to look around. I turn to see Adam shaking his head before turning himself to keep watch. I look at Travis who has a look of fear and worry as I just rush him giving him a hard tackle to the ground. He screams in pain as his back hits hard. I pull my arm back as I place my fist into the left side of his face. I don’t let up until he shoves me off off him. He gets up and starts in on me in which I counter grabbing his right wrist with my right hand as I bring my left elbow into his right ribs. He lets out a gasp as I hit his ribs again. I twist his wrist as he yells. He struggles getting loose from my grip as I feel a hit to my own face from his punch. I bring my knee up to his gut making him bend over as I pick him up onto my shoulders only to flip him onto the ground. I take a few steps back as to wait for him to get up.

“ Come on you shit for brains. You want my life then earn it.” I say as he shakes his head to get up on all fours

As I start for my kick to Travis’s head I see someone move in the way to Travis’s side. I can’t stop my momentum as I bring my foot into who ever the person is. I hear a loud scream as I place my foot down after the kick. Chris and Jack come over. I look around and don’t see Adam. That is when it hits me. I slowly turn my head and my eyes go wide as I see Adam on the ground holding his left ribs. I take a few steps back from shock.as I see my best friend who is a brother laying there next to Travis. I don’t know what to think now. I feel my heart racing fast as my chest starts to hurt. I see Jack helping Travis as Chris helps Adam.

“ Adam you alright man?” Chris asks as Adam nods

“ Yeah just some pain. How is Heath and Travis?” Adam says asking as I keep backing up

“ Heath are you ok bro?” Chris asks as I just turn walking fast away before he continues “ HEATH! HEATH!’

I don’t answer as tears fill my eyes as I hurt the one person I never wanted to. I hold my chest trying to get my heart to stop hurting. I feel so angry with myself. I don’t know where I am going as I walk down the sidewalks and cross streets. My mind is in a uproar as my emotions are running in every which way. I have to sit as I feel my body trying to fail me. I find a bench and take a seat. The area isn’t all that lit up, but I don’t care as I try to catch my breath to calm down. I decide to lay down on the bench as to relax. I look up at the sky to see it’s clouding up. At that moment I don’t care. As I close my eyes I see Adam laying on the ground as I feel the first rain drop hit my face as my own tears come from my eyes.

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Faye’s POV:

It’s been three hours since Chris and Jack brought Travis and Adam back to the hotel. Maggie and I helped doctor Travis seeing bruises on his face and back. Kaye is crying as is Michelle as Adam has a big bruise on his left ribs. But my thoughts are on Heath as no one knows where he is at. We are all in the penthouse with the girls and kids as they are crying.

“ Where is Heath? Where is our man at? Why did he do this?” Tiffany asks as Chris tries to comfort her

“ Sis he…he thought Travis wanted to take everything he had. He stated that Travis took the moms away from him. As to where he is Jack and I don’t know.” Chris says as the mothers and I gasp

“ He thinks Travis took our love away from him?” Maggie asks with tears sitting by me

“ Yes momma Maggie, Heath thinks Travis wants the family all to himself and that he will be left alone again. I think Heath’s thoughts are that Travis is trying to get us all against Heath.” Adam says with some sadness

“ Well he is fucking wrong. I love my son and would never betray him what so ever.” Maggie says feeling hurt that her son would think that

“ Mom it’s because you all hung around me and not showing Heath any kind of love. When you got married to Tyrone and we moved. We left a dvd of the marriage and a letter. It basically said that you were moving on and Heath was just a accident.” Travis says as Maggie looks at him

“ You didn’t…” Maggie tries to say before cut off

“ Yes mom when Heath would return home that would be his thoughts…THAT he was truly unwanted as we never gave a forwarding address.” Travis says as I hear Ellie, Verna, and Kiko crying

As I see Tiffany go to hug Selena and Chris. I speak not knowing anything.

“ So Ellie….You took him in?” I say as Ellie looks at me

“ Heath and Travis are my godsons and as much mine as Maggie’s. When she left and before that when she wasn’t there that summer I took Heath in as he needed a mother and by god he had one in me. Verna and Kiko felt the same way.” Ellie explains as I turn to see them nod

“ Mom I’m sorry it’s all because I listened to Tyrone that Heath is like this. I wish I could show him that you love him more then life itself as do Michelle and I….but somethings can’t be fixed.” Travis says before we all watch Maggie slap her oldest son

“ They will be fixed and we will fix them as a family. Heath needs us….everyone so when we find him we let him know.” Maggie says as I look around to see everyone nod their head as the kids start to fall asleep

“ Well someone needs to just straighten this fucking mess out as it’s raining and my baby is out there in the rain. Fuck I thought this was suppose to be a loving family.” Diamond says with tears standing up

“ We will baby girl just relax. Look Mike, Nate, and Ricky are out there looking I am sure they will find him.” Ellie says as she goes to Diamond to comfort our daughter

“ I hope so as we can’t go on without him. The kids need their father so very much.” Diamond says as the door opens making everyone turn to see who it was

It was Mike, Nate, and Ricky they all came in with rain coats on. They went to their wives as Mike hugged Ellie and Diamond.

“ Did you find him papa Mike?” Diamond asks as he looked at us all

“ No we looked down all the streets Chris and Jack suggested. There was no sign of him. I hope he is inside as it’s a monsoon out there.” Mike says while Maggie holds on to me tighter

“ Oh god please help my son. Bring him safely to us all as we love him and need him.” My fiancee says while I hold her tight as does Jacqueline

To Be Continued………A stormy night on a bench

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Justin and Sam are chased by a horde of crazy girls led by his insane little sister!

Time Manipulation Mind Control

Chapter Fifteen: Sister’s Wicked Pleasures

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Krystal Sampson

I clapped my hands together, shouting, “Come on and cum in her! I don’t care if you’re gay!”

“I’m getting closer, Mistress,” grunted Steve. He was Petra’s ex-boyfriend, one of the three guys my brother turned gay yesterday by accident when he first paused time and started this wonderful mess. Steve had a fit, muscular body that I was appreciating a lot more since my girlfriend, Ji-Yun, turned me bi a few hours ago. He thrust forward into Pearline’s sloppy cunt. She was my Black sex slave. I commanded her to kneel on the ground and take the fucking.

She obeyed with eager joy.

“Yes, yes, cum in me!” moaned Pearline. She used to be my bully. She just wanted to love me. And since I turned her into an utter ho-bag when I paused time this morning, she enjoyed taking cock after cock, making a huge, yummy creampie for me to enjoy.

I licked my lips. I really enjoyed devouring cum out of a girl’s pussy. And since my brother was too busy to give me what I craved, I didn’t have much choice but to use the mind-controlled, gay guys who’d become his personal army.

“I know you’d rather be balls deep in some guy, but you just need to cum in her. I know her pussy still feels great about your dick.”

“I know my pussy loves his cock pounding me, Mistress,” Pearline moaned. Her tits jiggled beneath her. She lowered her head, groaning, adding her moans to the mostly lesbian orgy raging through the gymnasium. The hundreds of girls that belong to my brother were all loving each under the watchful eyes of the ever-growing number of police officers that were showing up.

My brother’s power was growing. Good thing he liked me so I could enjoy the perks.

“Fuck!” Steve growled, throwing back his head. His glasses shifted on his face as he unloaded his cum into my slave’s cunt.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Pearline moaned.

“Flood her with all that yummy jizz,” moaned Ji-Yun. She was on her back while Brittany, another girl my brother gave me for my own personal harem, was between my girlfriend’s thighs. “Ooh, flood her with all that cum in your balls. Krystal is such a slut for it.”

“Yep! I am a complete slut for cum. For creampies.”

Steve ripped his dick out of Pearline’s pussy. Her cunt gaped open, the flood of white cream leaking out of her. More pearly jizz stained her thighs. I couldn’t resist any longer. I threw myself down behind her, grabbing her ebony rump. My tongue licked up her thigh.

Cum melted on my tongue. It was salty and seasoned with my sex slave’s tart pussy cream.

I lapped higher and higher up her silky, inner thigh. I gathered more and more of that wonderful jizz. Even when I was a pure lesbian, I enjoyed the flavor of my brother’s cum leaking out of our mother’s pussy. Now that I was bi, it was an even better treat. The spunk spilled over my chin and cheeks as it poured out of my sex slave’s cunt. She had five loads of spunk in her.

Five!

I reached her cum-filled cunt and nuzzled into her messy folds. The hot jizz seasoned by her tart pussy juices spilled over my lips. It poured into my mouth. I just had to seal my lips around her hole and drink the delight. There was so much in her. A river of salty spunk spilled into my mouth.

I gulped it down.

“Yes, yes, enjoy yourself, Mistress!” Pearline moaned, wiggling her hips.

I was. I dug my fingers into her rump, squeezing and kneading her as I enjoyed more and more of that delicious spunk pouring into my mouth. I swallowed it. I gulped it down and shuddered as it warmed my belly. My heart thundered in delight as a billowing heat rushed through my nethers. I squeezed my eyes shut, my hips wiggling back and forth. My own pussy was on fire.

I had to do something about that.

Just as I was about to plunge my fingers into my cunt, delicate digits grabbed my butt-cheek. I shivered, knowing that touch.

“Ji-Yun!” I squealed as my girlfriend nuzzled into my pussy’s depths.

I missed her moving behind me, just too wrapped up in enjoying the yummy spunk leaking out of my sex slave’s cunt. Pleasure fluttered through me as Ji-Yun’s tongue lapped through my folds, teasing my petals.

It was incredible. Pleasure rippled through me in hot waves. Ecstatic joy sloshed into my mind. I kneaded Pearline’s rump and thrust my tongue deep into her snatch while enjoying my girlfriend’s naughty licking.

“Mmm, you’re so wet and juicy, Krystal,” Ji-Yun moaned. “This turned you on.”

“I want to cum so hard,” I moaned before jamming my tongue back into Pearline’s depths.

As Ji-Yun’s tongue found my clit, I scooped out more and more jizz from the depths of my sex slave’s cunt. My clit throbbed every time Ji-Yun’s tongue flicked in. Sparks showered through me. They landed on the tinder inside my pussy, bringing me closer and closer to a blazing bonfire.

I shuddered, so eager to blaze. So in need of that burning passion to sweep through me.

My hips wiggled which rubbed my clit across Ji-Yun’s lips. She sucked on my bud. My pussy clenched as I moaned. I groped and kneaded Pearline’s ass as I feasted on her cunt. The salty jizz had run out, but her tart juices still flowed. I lapped them up, making my sex slave gasp and moan in delight.

“Thank you, Mistress!” she gasped. “Thank you, thank you for eating my pussy. For loving me. I’m going to cum!”

I knew the feeling.

Ji-Yun nipped my clit. That spark of excitement flooded through me. I gasped, my eyes shooting wide as the pleasure slammed into my growing orgasm. It detonated in the depths of my cunt. Rapture rippled through my body.

“Oh, yes, yes!” I howled into Pearline’s juicy snatch.

My fingers dug hard into my sex slave’s rump as I quivered and shuddered in orgasmic bliss. Ji-Yun sucked on my clit as my pussy convulsed. My juices gushed out, spilling over her face. I bathed her in my passion while my mind melted.

I loved it.

My tongue jammed deep into Pearline’s cunt, swirling around through her tart depths. I fluttered it against her silky pussy walls as my body shivered through my bliss. I feasted on her. I devoured her cream, inspired by my pleasure coursing through my body.

“Mistress!” howled my sex slave. Her rump tightened beneath my fingers. “I love serving you!”

Her juices gushed out over my face. I bathed in her tart cream. As my orgasm peaked in me, carrying me to the blissful heights of eternity, I reveled in my sex slave’s cream.

I loved it. I hoped Justin never had to turn off that dumb machine. I never wanted to give this up. There were so many hot girls that we could dominate. So many delicious pussies that I could lick the salty cum out of.

I lifted my head and cast my gaze around. Where was my brother? He was missing out on this awesome orgy.

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Justin Sampson

My heart screamed in terror as I fled from the howling horde of naked girls chasing after Sam and me. I clutched my girlfriend’s hand tight as I pulled her along the hallway. I could hardly hear the slap of our naked feet on the linoleum floor. It wasn’t our college. It was close.

This was Mary Glassner College. Not Mark Glassner College.

Sam and I were in a parallel reality, a different universe. And it was a fucked up one where my little sister, Krystal, was leading a horde of naked girls through the hallway. They thought I’d escaped from their custody, and that Sam was a traitor for setting me free. They wanted to capture us both. Punish us. I didn’t like the sound of that. I had no idea what had happened in this alternate reality. I didn’t want to find out. I wanted to get back to my own universe.

I ran like I never had in my life.

Sam clutched my hand with a desperate grip. I threw a look back at her, her face flushed, her loose braid black hair bouncing behind her. There was fear in her dark eyes, her glasses slipping on her nose. She shoved them up as we rounded the corner. The hallway led to the library. The double doors were open and…

“Fuck!” I snarled, panting hard as I was approaching the limits of my exertion. “We can’t go in there.”

“Yes, we can,” Sam said.

I slid to a stop in the middle the hallway. Classroom doors flanking both sides. She tugged at my hand, trying to haul me down the hallway. I didn’t like the idea of going into the library and being trapped. My instincts screamed at me to find another choice.

“There are plenty of spaces to conceal ourselves in the library,” she insisted.

“But it’s a dead end.” I looked around, needing to think. Those slapping feet and howling screeches were coming closer. It sounded more like a flock of harpies than a pack of schoolgirls. “They’re going to search it.”

“And? You have any other ideas?”

I darted for the nearest classroom door. Internally, I prayed, Please, please, let this door be unlocked!

I grabbed the knob, twisted. It opened. I dragged Sam into the dark classroom, the only light flooding through the windows on the far side of the room. I kept the doorknob turned and closed the door slowly, quietly. I couldn’t make any noise. When it was flushed shut, the sounds of the howling girls nearer, I turned the knob with as much care as I could, letting it latch silently.

Then I twisted the lock.

I backed away, breathing heavily. Sam took my hand again, drawing me towards the windows at the far end. I whispered, “We just have to be quiet. They’ll think we’re in the library. The moment they start searching it, we’ll slip by and get back to our reality.”

A shiver ran through me then a pit opened in my stomach. I shot a glance at her, asking, “Our reality will still be there. Right?”

Sam nodded her head. “I believe so.” She drew in deep breaths, her small breasts rising and falling. “I cannot… say for… sure.” Her words were broken by her pants. Her entire body was flesh. “But… hopefully…”

I put my arm around her shoulder, pulling her to me. She clung to me, trembling. I wanted to shake, too, but I needed to be strong for her. I was her boyfriend. This mess was partly my fault. I had the chance to end this sooner. Now we were trapped in this crazy world.

“Where did they go?” a girl shouted.

“They must have gone into the library,” the haughty voice of Paris said.

“Check the classroom just to be sure,” Krystal ordered. “We’ll work our way down them one at a time. They’re trapped either way.”

I groaned.

Someone clapped sharply. “You heard them, sluts, our Queen gave us a command!” Aurora barked. “Start searching!”

Doors began banging open. Girls reported that the classrooms they searched were clear. I backed closer to the window and stopped on something that shifted beneath my foot and clinked. There was a chain on the ground connected to a pair of manacles. It was bolted recently to the wall. I could see the drywall dust piled beneath it, left behind by the installation. There were more of them around the room. It looked like they were drilled into each of the wall’s studs.

What the fuck?

“Justin!” Sam whimpered. “They’re about to find our—”

Someone tried to open our door. The handle rattled. “Mistress, here. Someone’s locked this door!”

“Batter it down!” hissed Krystal. “Find my bastard brother and that traitorous bitch. I want them punished!”

“The door’s solid,” I said, my fear surging through me. “They’re not going to batter it down right away.”

“But we’re trapped, Justin,” Sam groaned.

There had to be a way out. Something that I could do. I turned around, searching. Could I use the chains or the…? Windows! They opened. We were on the second story, but we were at the back of the school. In our world, there was a grass field outside. Plus there was a ledge right outside the window. Hope surged through me.

“Help me get the window open!” I snarled. I could see the field outside. This looked just like our college campus. This would work.

“What?” Sam demanded as pounding thuds hammered the door. The girls were ramming their shoulders into it, gasping and grunting as they struggled to knock it down. “We’re on the second floor. We’ll hurt ourselves.”

“What do you think they’re going to do to us?” I demanded, wrenching open the window.

“That is a compelling argument, Justin,” Sam said and attacked the screen, prying it out of the way. She bent the aluminum frame to get it free then threw it down to the floor. She was eager to escape. Clearly, she didn’t want to find out what “punishment” meant.

I threw a look at the door, watching it shake with the impacts. I didn’t want to know either.

“We need something heavier to break this down!” Aurora shouted. “Go get some baseball bats from the gym or something!”

That was a good sign. They were having a hard time getting through the door. If they thought to attack the doorknob, Sam and I would be in a lot more trouble. I helped Sam through the window. She stepped out on the little ledge, whimpering. I followed her out, my cock and balls swaying beneath me. My nuts almost caught on the windowsill. Doing shit like this naked was not ideal.

I looked down. Swallowed

It was higher than I thought. We were only on the second floor, but it looked like it was a twenty-foot drop.

I knelt down and took Sam’s hands. “I want to lower you down, okay. You won’t have as far to fall.”

She nodded. Then she stepped out over the edge, lowering herself. She winced as her naked belly rubbed on the edge. I gripped her arms, sliding her lower. I groaned. She was a slender girl, but it was still hard holding her weight over the edge. I lowered her as far as I could. She stared up at me, her eyes wild.

I let go. Sam let out a little shriek then hit the grass. Her knees bent, absorbing her impact, she rolled over onto her side. She lay there panting, shivering.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yes. Come on, Justin, hurry.”

I threw a look over my shoulder. The door rattled again. Swallowing, I shifted around on my knees. It was my turn to slide out over the ledge. I lowered my legs and winced as my cock slipped past the edge. I really, really wish I had put on some pants. The edge scraped up my stomach to my chest. I gripped it with my arms, wanting to keep lowering myself until it dangled by my fingers. I want to get—

My grip slipped.

“Fuck!” I shouted.

The school building blurred past me, and then I hit the grass. The impact jarred up my legs. I fell backward, hitting hard. The air rushed out of my lungs in a mighty cough. I groaned, staring up at the blue sky. I blinked my eyes, flexing my toes.

Sam’s face appeared over mine, her glasses a little askew. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine,” I grunted. “Come on. We need to move.”

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

Salome “Sam” Shapiro

Justin stood with a groan. He flexed his legs and toes. Then he grabbed my hand. We didn’t so much as run as move at a swift jog. We kept close to the side of the building and slowed as we approached the corner. Justin slowed to a stop to peek out in search of any danger. I quivered behind him, shivering. I needed to think. To gather my thoughts. This was so crazy. To think that a parallel reality would be this different.

What had happened here?

“Okay, we’re clear,” Justin said. He pointed towards the fence that surrounded our college. “There is a gate that leads out to the rear parking lot. We can get out that way.”

“Justin,” I hissed, “that won’t get us back to our reality.”

“Shit!” he snarled. “Right, right, I’m not thinking straight. I just want to get the fuck out of here. Clearly, the Krystal of this reality is the one who’s taken charge, and she has some weird ideas.”

“Indeed.”

Then I saw something on the horizon. A column of smoke. It billowed up into the sky, thick and greasy. I frowned, wondering what was on fire in that direction. Then I noticed other plumes. There were dozens of fires. I also heard a faint, clattering sound. It almost was like… gunfire. It was similar to all the fireworks going off on the Fourth of July, but there was also something… sinister to the noise.

“Justin, I think things have gone very wrong in this world.”

“No shit,” he said. “My little sister wants to capture me.”

“No, look at the horizon. Listen to those sounds.”

He stood still for a moment, studying the distance. I pressed up against him, feeling the solid presence of his body. He was something real and tangible from our universe. I drew comfort from his arm being around me. I rested my head on his shoulder.

“We’re going to get back to our reality, and turn off that damn machine,” he said. “This madness isn’t going to spread to our world.”

He spoke with such confidence. I believed him.

“Okay, there’s another entrance near here. We just follow the building around to get there. It should let us back in close to where we crossed over to this world.”

I visualized what he was describing and nodded my head.

We slipped out around the corner, Justin leading, me holding his hand and drifting behind him. He skirted down the walls, heading towards a small group of bushes. I could see the main entrance to the school grounds, wincing at the group of armed women at the front holding some sort of rifles. They were all facing outward at the street. None were looking back at us.

I heard the rattle of chains.

“Bushes!” Justin hissed.

Justin pulled me into a nearby bush and we ducked. My heart beat with such a frantic pace that I thought it would rupture. I clung to him, a new wave of terror watching over me. Had Krystal and her horde of girls found us? Had they already battered through the door and had discovered we’d fled out the window? I wanted to ask Justin, but a feral instinct told me I needed to be quiet. This animalistic part of my brain begged me not to move a muscle.

The clink of chains grew louder. It was the rattling sound of dozens of chains all clattering together. Justin shifted. He let out an angry snarled beneath his breath, perhaps a swear word. Despite the fear, my curiosity seized me.

What was going on?

I pushed up my glasses and gazed in that same direction. Through breaks in the foliage, I spotted a group of naked boys, all chained together like they were prisoners. They were being escorted by a group of nude coeds. Several of them held floggers or flails, strange implements to see schoolgirls wield. They would crack them on the asses of any of who they felt weren’t moving fast enough, barking encouragements and threats.

“Yep, it’s time for you to be drained,” said a girl I recognized from my useless gender studies class. I also recognize several the boys, including Chris, Aurora’s ex-boyfriend in our world.

“Move those arses, nasty boys,” said Britney, her English accent giving a strange, refined dictation to her commands. “We need to drain your bollocks. Move it!”

I glanced at Justin as the chain gang past us. Drain their bollocks? I mouthed at him.

He shook his head.

The sound of rattling chains dwindled, along with the occasional crack of the flail on a guy’s rump. It sounded like they were being led inside the entrance we were going to use. Justin and I waited in the bushes, time crawling past us. I was counting heartbeats, wondering what we should do. Should we head inside? Should we stay here? How long would it take for Krystal and her horde of girls to realize we’d escape the classroom?

They would flood the school looking for us.

“We got to move,” Justin suddenly said. “We stay here, we’re fucked.”

I nodded my head. Though I wanted to stay here—I felt safe since we were hidden—I knew it wouldn’t get us back to our world.

Holding Justin’s hand tight, I followed him out the bushes. He stepped on the other side, peering to the door where the chain gang must have vanished. The doors were propped open, revealing an empty hallway lined with classrooms that also had their doors open.

“I don’t see any movement,” Justin said. “We need to move fast. Okay?”

I nodded.

“We get upstairs, cross back into our universe, and then we figure out how we’re going to turn that dumb time machine off.”

I nodded again. “Let’s go. I just want to move.”

We hurried towards the school. I shuddered, leaving me feeling so exposed. If one of those women guarding the entrance looked back behind her and noticed us… What if one of the girls who was escorting the boys showed back up? Where had they taken those boys? What did it mean that they were going to drain their bollocks?

We stepped into the hallway, and I heard grunts and groans from boys. The noise came from one of the classrooms. There was this wet sound like something juicy was being churned. Flesh slapped flesh. Then I heard the whimper of girls. Sexual whimpers.

“Are they fucking those captured guys?” Justin whispered as we crept down the hallway.

“Perhaps… I should go first. I’m a girl. They seem to have free reign here.”

Justin nodded his head.

It was so hard to leave him behind. I had to force myself to walk straight-back. I’d read enough books to know that people who act like they’re sneaking looked suspicious. Maybe that was just fiction, but it made a certain sense. If I looked like I belonged, perhaps the girls wouldn’t question why was I here. I passed the first classroom, peering inside. There were more of the manacles, but it was empty of people. Same with the second and third. But the fourth…

“Work your cunts up and down their cocks, girls,” Brittany said, her English diction begin making this feel surreal. She strolled around the center of the room, staring at all those boys now chained to the wall, girls straddling them. “Work those fannies up and down those cocks. I know it’s not ideal. I know you’d rather have dildos in you than those filthy boy-cocks, but we have to drain all that nasty lust out of them. So work those twats, girls!”

“Come on, you filthy boy, just cum in me,” hissed that girl from my gender studies class. Her ass clenched as she worked her cunt up and down his dick. “We need to get every drop out of you. We need to let you contribute to society again.”

“If we can’t drain you, we will have to castrate you,” another girl moaned, her pussy working up and down Chris’s dick. “You want that?”

“No, Mistress,” Chris said.” I’m trying. I’m almost there.”

I swallowed. This was crazy. What had happened to this world? What had Krystal done to it? I licked my lips, studying the room. The women hadn’t noticed me. Brittany had her attention on the girl’s fucking the boys. And those girls were all facing the walls as they worked their pussies up and down their imprisoned guy’s dick.

I glanced down at Justin waiting at the end of the hallway. I stepped past the doorway then motioned for him.

My heart beats so fast as he rushed towards me, his bare feet slapping on the linoleum tiles. What if they noticed him? My skin felt so tight. I wanted to just scream out all this writhing, nervous energy sparking in my guts. He came closer and closer.

He was at the door.

I tensed for the shout, for the girl to see him and—

He was past it.

Justin took my hand. I exhaled a breath I didn’t even realize I held.

We hurried down the hallway, leaving behind that strange scene. Our feet padded on the linoleum tile as we rounded the corner. The stairs were ahead. My fear was bleeding out of me, body shaking as the adrenaline dwindled in my system. I suddenly wanted to throw up and…

I heard a noise.

Girls were coming down the stairs.

Justin squeezed my hand at the sound of the approaching girls. Their footsteps echoed as they descended the stairs. Not fast, but taking their time. Still, we had to move. There were open classroom doors all around us. We could duck into one of them, but it would be hard to hide. If we closed the door, it would look suspicious.

“I am so glad I’m not on ball-draining duty,” said the familiar, Latina accent of Petra. “I can’t believe I used to like dicks.”

“I know,” answered a girl that sounded a bit like Melissa. “I used to let guys slide inside of me and pump their filthy lust into me. I’m so glad our Queen taught us differently.”

“Yeah, I’m so glad we’re not putas any longer.”

“The classroom?” I whispered to Justin.

He shook his head, staring down the hallway, looking for someplace to hide.

“I have an idea,” I told him. “Do you… trust me?”

“Of course I trust you,” he said.

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

Aurora Pritchard

“Oh, yes, yes, you eat my pussy, Petra,” I moaned, lying on my back as my Hispanic friend, and fellow sex slave, feasted on my cunt. She had her face buried into my snatch. She licked and lapped, her tongue fluttering up and down my folds. She teased me. She made me feel so good. I trembled, grinding my pussy against her face. I squeezed my tits, kneading them. My fingers dug into my round mounds.

The orgy in the gymnasium raged around us. It was so hot. I loved all the sounds of these gasping girls. The girls that I mind-controlled into being my Master’s sex slaves. I did this. I proved myself the best sex slave in the history of the world.

“Yes, I’m almost there, Petra!” I moaned. “Just make me explode. I want to drown your face in my juices. This feels so good!”

“Hey!” Krystal, Justin’s cute sister, said. The petite girl stood over me, her hands squeezing her budding breasts. She had pussy juices and pearly cum smeared across her mouth and dribbling down her chin.

“Oh, hey, I’m almost done!” I moaned. “Just give me a moment, Mistress! Let me cream on this naughty slut’s mouth!”

Krystal winked at me.

Petra thrust two fingers into my asshole. The slut knew just what I loved. She knew just how to make me explode. It was incredible. My asshole clenched down on her plunging digits while her lips sucked on my clit.

Petra thrust a second finger into my asshole. She pumped her twin digits in and out of my rectum, the velvety pleasure melting into my pussy. My cunt clenched, my body shuddering. Her lips nursed on my clit, her tongue caressing my bud between each suck.

She was driving me towards my orgasm. I squeezed my round breasts, staring up at my Master’s little sister. I could see traces of his own features in hers. Her features were softer, cuter. Their blood-relation apparent.

I stared into her eyes, the same shade as her brother’s eyes, and came.

“You fucking slut!” I howled as my asshole writhed about Petra’s plunging fingers. My pussy convulsed so hard juices gushed out, splattering my friend’s face. I stared into Krystal’s eyes as the waves of pleasure rippled through my body. They washed into my mind, stars dancing around her mischievous face.

I bucked. My ass lifted off the floor, smearing my convulsing pussy against Petra’s hot mouth. She jammed her two digits deep into my spasming asshole, adding another level of bliss to the ecstasy raging through my body.

“I love cumming!” I howled. “I love being your brother’s sex slave!”

“Yes, yes, you’re a filthy whore, Aurora,” Krystal said. She leaned over. “Where did my brother go? There are hundreds of girls here, and he’s not here enjoying any of them.”

“I… I…” I shuddered as my orgasm peaked through me. “Didn’t he go off with… with Sam?”

“Wasn’t that an hour ago?” Krystal asked. “How long does it take to pop a nerd’s cherry? I thought he would be back here reveling in all this.”

“Are you worried?” I asked, my body buzzing.

Krystal bit her lower lip.

“I’m sure he’s happy. He and Sam are having some alone time. They’re in love.” My eyes drifted over to Ji-Yun. The cute, Korean girl lurked behind Krystal. “I’m sure you understand that.”

Krystal glanced behind her. When she looked back, a smile had spread across her lips. “Yeah, I do. So… you think we should give them more time?”

I nodded my head. I knew my master was having an amazing time right now. He didn’t need us wandering around the school and blundering into whatever romantic delight he was sharing with Sam. “Perfectly sure.”

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

Justin Sampson

Sam dragged me into the nearest classroom, the approaching footsteps of Petra and Melissa coming closer and closer. In the other world, those two girls loved being my slut. But the alternate version of my little sister had turned them all into lesbians.

Lesbians who hated men.

This was also crazy. My Krystal didn’t hate guys. Yeah, we fought like any siblings before Ji-Yun mind-controlled her, but she never acted like she despised me. What could have changed in this world to turn Krystal into such a man-hater?

Like the other classroom, this one had the chains bolted into the walls. How many guys had the crazy girls chained up and then rode them to “drain their balls.” It was such a weird thing to do. What, did Krystal think that there was a finite amount of cum inside a guy’s balls?

“Justin, I need you to lie down and put your hands in the manacles,” Sam said.

I shot my girlfriend a wild look. “What?”

“They’re almost upon us,” Sam said, her voice sounding brittle. “Trust me. It is better to look like we belong. It won’t be suspicious.”

“What if they’re from the group chasing us?” I asked. “They came from upstairs.”

“Do they sound like they’re chasing us?” Sam asked. “Besides, I did not see either of them in the group. I would remember.” Her dark eyes stared at me with such pleading need behind her glasses. “Please, Justin, you said you trusted me.”

“Fuck!” I groaned and sank down to my ground.

The footsteps came closer.

Fighting my instincts to flee, I thrust my arms over my head. Sam grabbed the manacles and slid a metal cuff over my right wrist. I hated how cold it felt. She closed it, but I didn’t hear any clicking sound. She didn’t lock it closed. It was just a ruse. She “secured” the other one around my left wrist then she straddled my waist.

I groaned as her ticklish bush pressed onto my soft cock. She ground herself against me, rubbing her silky pubic hair up and down my shaft. I could feel her pussy lips on my dick. Her virgin flesh caressed me.

I couldn’t help the sudden swelling in my loins. Especially when I felt a faint trickle of her own excitement bathing my dick. Her small, firm titties jiggled as she ground on me. I could feel her clit swelling hard and rubbing against the spongy crown of my cock.

I grew erect faster.

“Oh, you’re in here alone?” Petra asked, her words startling me back to the reality of the situation.

Beyond Sam I could see Petra and Melissa standing in the doorway, both girls naked. They looked the same as they did in my universe, Petra’s golden-brown tits swaying before her. Melissa’s ebony breasts were smaller, firmer.

“I’m just obeying our Queen’s orders,” Sam said. “I need to drain all that nasty lust from this one’s balls.”

Petra nodded her head. “Is that her… brother?” The Latina girl spoke with such sneering contempt in her voice. “I thought he was kept in a special place.”

“Our Queen ordered me to drain his balls here,” Sam replied, rubbing her pussy up and down my dick. “Who am I to question her?”

My dick twitched and throbbed. Somehow the danger of this moment, lying here, my hands chained above my head, made my cock harder and caused my lusts to swell. There was a perverse passion in being helpless. I had to pretend to be at Sam’s mercy.

My dick twitched against her pussy, the ache building at the tip of my cock. My balls brimmed with another load of cum. Sam’s pussy felt so hot against me, her virgin folds and silky pubic hair caressing me. Smearing her juices on me.

“I know it’s disgusting to slide his dick into your cunt,” Melissa said, “but you’re never going to drain his balls of all that icky lust if you don’t allow him to penetrate you, Salome.”

“Yes, you’re absolutely right.” To my shock, Sam lifted her hips while her hand grabbed my dick. She guided the tip of my cock to her silky folds. I groaned at the first caress of her bush against my sensitive crown.

“Sam,” I mouthed, arching my eyebrows.

Her dark eyes met mine. I knew she wanted to wait to make love until we had our date later this evening. She wanted her first time to be special. I wanted that. She wasn’t a slut or a whore. She was my girlfriend.

Her eyes shone with liquid emotion. She gave me the slightest nod of her head as she pressed my dick against the virgin folds of her pussy. Against her hymen.

“I love you,” she mouthed to me.

She impaled her pussy down my cock. Her cherry tore like tissue paper, ripping before the intensity of her downward thrust. I groaned as her hot, silky, tight pussy engulfed my dick. Sam’s snatch was around me. Engulfing me.

In a heartbeat, she’d taken every inch of me.

“Jesus,” I groaned, staring up into Sam’s liquid eyes. Pleasure rippled across her face as she wiggled her hips around. “Jesus, that’s good!”

“Quiet, disgusting boy,” snapped Melissa. “Just release all your nasty cum and get all that filthy lust out of your system.”

“Yes, yes, all your filthy lust, Justin,” Sam moaned as she rose up my cock.

I wanted to grab her. To hold her. I knew I could rip my wrists free of the manacles, but Petra and Melissa were watching. I couldn’t break the ruse. There were only two of them, but they could scream for help. Anything could go wrong if I didn’t play along with the ruse and…

Sam slid her pussy up and down my dick. She was so tight. Her juicy, silky embrace felt amazing. I never imagined our first time would be like this. Not under these circumstances. She gave up her virginity to protect me. I could feel her love as she worked her twat up and down my dick, stimulating me.

My toes curled as I groaned. Her pussy caressed my dick. The silky friction transformed into an ecstasy that spilled through me. Even with Petra and Melissa watching, it felt incredible. It was this wondrous rush of bliss. Sam whimpered, her firm titties jiggling as she worked her pussy faster and faster up and down my dick. I groaned, my balls swelling with cum.

It would fire so much jizz into my girlfriend’s pussy. I would spurt into her deflowered depths. I stared into her eyes, wanting to gasp out how much I loved her. How amazing she was. I couldn’t say any of those words out loud. So I said them with my eyes. I stared at her as she leaned over me, her fingers caressing my naked chest. Her pussy squeezed and relaxed on my dick.

She whimpered.

“That’s it, Sam,” purred Petra. The busty, Hispanic girl hugged Sam from behind. She nuzzled against my girlfriend’s ear. “I know it sucks having to fuck his cock, but you have to make him cum. Luckily, you can also have some fun doing it.”

My dick twitched and throbbed as Petra’s hand slid down my girlfriend’s belly. Sam whimpered, her cunt squeezing part of my dick as Petra’s fingers went lower and lower. Those golden-brown digits reached Sam’s black bush.

Petra slid through those silky curls of Sam. My girlfriend shuddered, riding my cock faster and faster. Her back arched. She gasped as Petra found Sam’s clit, manipulating it. Sam’s pussy squeezed so tight about my dick as she rose up and down my shaft.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Sam moaned, her head swaying back and forth.

“See,” purred Petra. She nibbled on my girlfriend’s earlobe. “Just let my fingers carry you away. If you cum on his dick, you’ll empty his balls faster.”

“Thank you, Petra,” Sam moaned, her hips wiggling from side to side, stirring her pussy around my dick. “Oh, yes, this feels amazing!” Her eyes caught mine. She winked at me. “Oh, I love it. You feel incredible.”

I wanted to growl out in answer. Her hips rose faster and faster. Her pussy gripped my cock with a silky embrace. The pressure swelled and swelled at the tip of my dick. My balls tightened, coming closer and closer to unloading my jizz into her snatch. My face twisted, the pressure building and building in my nuts.

Petra’s other hand slid up and cupped Sam’s small, budding breasts. A golden-brown thumb swept across Sam’s pale flesh, finding a puffy nipple. Sam squeaked out a gasp of pleasure as Petra massaged all her naughty bits. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter on my cock.

“That’s it, it’s okay to be a puta while I’m touching you,” Petra purred. “Just give in. Explode on him and drain all that nasty lust from him. It will make him docile. He’ll be a good boy-slave.”

“Yes, yes, Justin, please, cum in me!” howled my girlfriend. “I’m going to climax. I want your jizz firing into me!”

“Mmm, yes, yes my touch is stirring you up,” purred Petra. “Ooh, you are going to drain all that filthy lust out of him!”

“Yes, yes, cum in me!” Sam said, her dark eyes staring at me with such passion and love in them. She worked that pussy up and down my cock, her cunt squeezing and relaxing. “Please, please, give it to me!”

I growled, “Yes!”

“Don’t you dare talk, you filthy boy!” hissed Melissa. “Just cum in her. Get all that nasty, filthy spunk brimming with all that lust out of you. Then you can be a good boy and contribute to society.”

“Yes, yes, just cum in me, Justin!” moaned Sam. “I’m going to explode. I’m getting so close!”

“Yes, let yourself go, puta!” moaned Petra. She licked my girlfriend’s ear. “Explode!”

Sam slammed down my cock, engulfing every inch of me. Her back arched, her little tits jiggling. Her glasses slipped down her nose as she let out a whimpering moan. Her pussy grew so hot around my dick. Then, as she rose up my cock, it happened.

My girlfriend came on my dick.

Her spasming, convulsing flesh massaged my dick. Her juices bathed my cock as she reached the pinnacle. Just the tip remained inside of her, my spongy crown drinking in the exciting feel of her. Then she slammed down me. She engulfed every inch of me.

I groaned at the wondrous feel of her embracing me. Her pussy was so hungry for my cum. My balls tightened. That ache swelled and swelled at the tip of my cock. My spunk just wanted to explode out of me. To flood her with every drop of my jizz.

“Cum in me, Justin!” she howled, her eyes staring at me. She mouthed, “I love you!”

My dick erupted.

I spurted my cum into Sam’s deflowered pussy. I gave my girlfriend what she craved. I grunted and groaned as the pleasure spurted out of me. My toes curled as her snatch writhed about my dick. She milked my throbbing cock.

Rapture slammed into my mind. My balls unloaded spurt after spurt of cum into her. Every blast sent ecstasy shooting into me. There was so much. I’d never spurted so many times. It was incredible. My heart pounded in my chest. Sam’s fingernails scratch down my torso as she quivered in ecstasy.

“That’s it, puta, drain all that nasty cum out of him,” purred Petra. “Mmm, I gave you so much pleasure. I helped you enjoy this.”

Sam’s eyes snapped open. She stared down at me, speaking to me, and said, “Yes. You gave me so much pleasure. More than I’d ever felt in my life.”

I wanted to grin. I wanted to have the biggest look of pride crossing my face. I ached to hold her. To crush her to my chest and kiss her. Love her. But those two fucking whores were here. Melissa watched on, her arms folded beneath her ebony tits. Petra kept molesting my girlfriend, groping Sam’s breasts and rubbing her clit.

“Thank you for your assistance,” Sam said. “I have it from here.”

“Oh, no, we’re not going to abandon you to this task by yourself,” Melissa said. “I mean, look at how much jizz is already leaking out of you. How much did he fire into you?”

“A… great volume,” Sam said.

Melissa bent down, staring at the joining of my flesh and Sam’s. “It looks like he’s already cum three or four times in you.”

“No wonder our Queen ordered her brother kept locked up until now,” Petra said. “I bet you will have to make him cum over and over to drain him. Don’t worry, Sam, we are here. We can even… assist if your pussy grows fatigued.”

Sam swallowed. She glanced at me, her pussy squeezing around my dick. I couldn’t afford to have sex that many times. How long until the girls with this reality’s version of my little sister burst into the classroom? How long until they knew what escaped and flooded the campus grounds looking for us? They would find us here pretty quick. We couldn’t stay here. I had to do something.

What? Fear clenched about my heart. I just wanted to get back to my reality. I needed to escape this messed up, parallel universe.

“Well, start moving that ass,” Petra said. “Work that cunt up and down his dick, Salome. He’s not going to cum if you just sit there.”

“Unless you just want us to castrate him,” said Melissa, a light glinting in her eyes. “If you can’t drain all the lust out of him, then he has to be… pacified in another way.”

I swallowed as an idea hit me. I had to take the chance. I didn’t know if this would work. But, fuck it, I was keeping my balls.

I acted.

To be continued…

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Dana grew up in rural Kentucky. Her parents lived in a bygone way of thinking but, Dana moved on into a new world in college

Dana was born in a gifted way. Jim and Betty did not realize how different their child was. In those days sex was conducted under the sheets after the lights went out and Jim never really every looked at his wife in the nude. They had a normal sex life as far as they knew. Sex was something they did but never talked about it. That is the way things were, back then. Dana grew up wearing all the pink clothes of other little girls. She never saw her parents undressed and they never spoke about sex. The time would come somehow and she would find out whatever. Until then nothing was said.

In high school the girls took showers in stalls and did not look at each other. When Dana went away to college she chose a school far from the small town in Kentucky. She knew she wanted to see more of the world and applied to San Diego State in California.

In California girls talked about everything. Dana had never had a boyfriend and spoke shyly about such ideas. One of the Sorority girls invited her to a pledge week evening and Dana decided to see what college social life was like. The other girls checked her out when she showed up. Her skirt was a normal length and her blouse might have been from a Catholic school uniform. Nothing special showed in her appearance. The Sorority girls did not reveal anything about the life at the house. It was a nice older apartment building with a lobby and other group dining and social spaces. Some girls wore cocktail dresses that were tight and revealing, and eyed her legs and figure closely. They asked about her studies and her inexperience in dating did not draw any notice when they asked about boyfriends.

She was invited back to learn more about membership the next week and looked forward to more new friends than back home. They told her that what happened in the house was confidential and she nodded in acknowledgment. Then they met in another room briefly and returned to formally invite her to join.

Dana was very excited about being accepted. She knew nothing about the Greek life but, Kentucky seemed so backwards. It had to be a step forward. The led her to a room and said, now she would go through their secret members ceremony. The lights went out and she waited in anticipation. A voice reminded her everything here was kept secret, everything. She said she understood. Then from all sides hands touched her through her clothes. She gasped in surprise. The voice re assured her that they all had done this and nobody knew besides the members. Then the hands undressed her slowly in the dark. She did not know what to think. She had not seen her parents undressed and no one saw her now so, it seemed like it would be ok.

Then hands took her breasts and felt them softly and squeezed them slowly. She had never felt that type of touch and it sent an electric tingle right to her pussy. “Oh my”, she whispered. The voice told her to keep quiet. Then the hands and fingers took her nipples and pinched them lightly and then more firmly. The nerve trail to her pussy pulsated like a buzzing shock from a live circuit. Her pussy was on fire now and the self extinguishing wetness tried to put out the flames. It felt really good and she wondered why she had never felt this before. All around her hands and fingers brushed her ribs and tickled her belly. She could hardly contain herself, and her knees buckled and she fell to the floor. The hands caught her fall and gently lowered her head safely. The girls knew what they were doing and their experience kept her from hurting herself.

She lay naked on the floor but, she was so hot it did not matter. Slowly fingers approached her crotch and then touched her between her spread open legs. Suddenly everything stopped. The girls drew back and started whispering to each other. Dana had a gift. Her pussy was tight and unused but, her clitoris was huge. It was bigger than any of the other girls. The whispering continued and then the lights came on.
Naked on the floor Dana did not know what was next. Neither did the other girls. Some of the girls had big and fat clits but, Dana was in a new league. Then one bold girl just bent down and took it in her mouth. Dana reeled in pleasure. She never touched herself and this felt fabulous. The girl licked and sucked like a new born calf on an udder. Dana’s fat clitoris got even bigger now and extended out further and further. Then that electric buzzing started again and she felt new sensations inside and all over her body. Dana shook and quivered until she tensed up strangely and then the sucking girl took her juice in her mouth with an unexpected gulp. Dana’s gift was hermaphroditic. She looked like a girl but had a fat cock as well. Her balls were more inside and unseen but, the just blasted out a load of sperm into the sucking girls mouth. Her cheeks bulged like a chipmunk with a mouthful of walnuts. The other girls were in shock too. They had sucked cock but, not on a woman. It made them all hot and then one of the Pre Med students explained to them all.

“Dana is our special gift!” she said. “This is our most sacred secret now and Dana will hold an important position as long as she is here. We are lucky she joined our house and must never tell any of the other Sororities about her gift.” The girls murmured and nodded in approval. They were all a bunch of lesbians and this was a new treat.

The initiation moved on into another room. Another stern leader took charge and led the pledges to the bench. A row of ten dildos were fastened from on end to the other. Each girl took a turn stretching her puss on progressively larger and longer sex toys. The first was a junior hardly more than a finger. Half way down the bench was more average. A six inch dildo that was not too fat. These girls were mostly inexperienced and even the regular sized one shocked a few of them. The dominant leader called on them to sit down hard and slap their butt on the bench. They needed to take the whole length.

Dana had been given a special chair along side and a glass of Champagne. She clearly had some new status and felt great and excited now. The alcohol buzz loosened her inhibitions. Then she played with her fat protrusion at the top of her puss and came again without squirting this time.

One by one the other pledges made their way down the bench. The long fat dong at the end made a few eyeballs bulge with the hydraulic pressure inside. The had to do it and the effects were different on each girl. One girl found a fat stump near the end and loved the thickness. She rode it with glee and messed up the bench with all her juice. The other girls laughed at how nasty she was. She would take some dick too soon and enjoy it all.

Finally it was Dana’s turn. The mistress of ceremonies told her to take her time. She was the queen of the clan and had no obligation other than to do as much as she liked. Dana enjoyed the penetrations and did not hurry. She paused more than once and even took the last fat black tool slowly all the way.
The all applauded her and then they surrounded her on her throne. The mistress commanded each of the dozen pledges to lick her off and the all made her come again. Sometimes her dick squirted from her balls inside but, she could also just come like a girl. It was wonderful and they all felt lucky to share her gift. The initiation drew to a close and Dana was led upstairs to a special suite. They left her to shower and clean up and the other girls went back to their rooms or apartments. Only the Pre Med student and the mistress stayed up and conferred about their new special member. Clearly their group had been given a sacred responsibility and they must respect Dana’s gift.

After their meeting the last two went to their shared bedroom and started a slow make out session. Kathy was the dominant mistress and Carmen was the bookish science student. Kathy played with Carmen’s nipples while they kissed and finger her tight pussy. She had been down the bench once too but, still had no boyfriend and stuck to the girls for now. Kathy pulled out her toy collection.

One of her favorites was a two headed dildo with a gripping side to control with no harness. She stuck it up her snatch and started fucking her room mate. She felt and fingered as they fucked and Carmen came like a thunder clap. Then Kathy picked up her cell phone and sent a text message while she kept fucking her friend. A shadow appeared in the window and Kathy called come in. Dexter the stud from the rowing team stepped in from the balcony and pulled out his bulging dick. Kathy motioned to him to offer it to Carmen’s gasping lips while she kept deep drilling like an offshore oil rig. Carmen gagged as Dexter stuck his dick head in her mouth. He was not huge but he was big and stiff. His circumcised glans filled Carmen’s mouth and he let her suckle it contentedly. Instinctively Carmen brought her hands to play and worked Dexter’s balls and shaft. Kathy fingered Carmen’s clit and slowed her strokes. The new rhythm spun Carmen’s reflexes and she came and sucked down on her mouthful of dick. Dexter couldn’t hold back now and he shot his load in Carmen’s mouth. She slurped up the juice like a thirsty camel at a desert well. Her fat lips sucked Dexter and left his dick clean and dry.

Then Kathy whispered to Dexter that he was in for a real treat. The three set out for the special suite and quietly entered Dana’s chamber door. Dana lay under the covers nude and Dexter got stiff from the sight of fresh strange pussy under the sheets. The girls blindfolded him and the wakened Dana. They spread her legs and pulled her to the foot of the bed. Then the stuffed Dexter’s ready to go hard on slowly into Dana’s pre stretched pussy. Dexter moaned with the tight grip of a new college girl clamping his cock. He would last longer the second time and he relaxed and stroked slowly. Then Kathy started playing with Dana’s fat stub and pulled the erect gift slowly into view. She straddled it facing Dexter and took it slowly inside. Dexter felt Kathy face to face and did not question what was happening. He slowly plunged into Dana with progressively deeper penetrations. Meanwhile Kathy took Dana’s dick in and started to ride with glee. It felt so good and Dexter rubbed her clit when he stuffed dick deep inside Dana. Carmen then sat over Dana’s face and made her pussy available to the new pledge’s kisses and tonguing. Dana was in a dream world her dick and her pussy felt unbelievably good she came and came and her moans got Carmen on another peak of inevitable orgasm. Then Dexter bucked like a stallion and Kathy rode like a cowgirl they kisses as they both fucked Dana in the strangest three way double penetration. Until tonight it was something they could not ever imagine. Carmen came from Dana’s licking and the Dana squirted sperm inside Kathy. Dexter blew his second load simultaneously, and they all collapsed in a messy heap. Nothing was said as no words could describe the feelings they had. They fell asleep in Dana’s California King bed and the stars winked at their fun.

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Hey guys and girls, sorry havent uploaded recently, ive been on holiday and just got back. this story is a bit different to what i usually do, please only give constructive critisism plz. enjoy!

I had almost gotten used to Lex’s unannounced entries into my room. I had asked her to stop just barging in naked, so now panties and a bra were usually involved or a towel if she’d just been showering.

“Do you date?” she blurted out instead of a greeting. She was wearing extra short pajama shorts and a tank top. From past experience I knew she probably didn’t have panties on underneath. Her breasts, barely restrained by the tight shirt made it more than obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Hi Lex, how are you?” I thought maybe I could avoid the question.

“I’m great, you’re great. Yeah, yeah, yeah; don’t change the subject.”

“Yes, I date.” It wasn’t a complete lie.

“Really? Because I haven’t seen a guy around here since we moved in.”

“Ok, so it’s been a little while. I’m in between guys right now. It’s not a big deal. I’m, sure I’ll meet someone soon.” I wasn’t sure what she was getting at, but I instinctively wanted to avoid it.

“How often do you touch yourself?” I couldn’t believe she had just said it.

“Uh…I…I…” I stuttered for a minute. “I don’t really think that’s your business.”

“It’s not a big deal. Here, I’ll go first. I masturbate all the time, at least once each day, unless I had really amazing sex the night before. Then sometimes I can skip a day. Does that make you more comfortable? Come on, now you go.”

That was really more than I needed to know about her, but it had gotten my attention. I did feel better about sharing now and a part of me wanted to hear a little more about her sex life.

“I…I don’t know, maybe once or twice a week?”

“Are you kidding? That’s it?”

“There’s nothing wrong with not masturbating.” I tried to defend my frequency to her.

“And there’s nothing wrong with masturbating. You gotta let loose a little bit. What kind of toys do you have? Let me see what you’re working with here.” She started lifting my mattress, looking under pillows. “Where do you keep them?”

“Them? There is no ‘them’.”

“None at all? Do you want to borrow some?” She asked like it was a cute outfit or a movie. “I’ve got more than I can use at one time, not that I haven’t tried.”

She laughed and nudged me in the ribs as she opened my nightstand. “Here we go!” Her hand emerged with my vibrator and she grabbed the stack of books next to it.

“Ok, you found it. Do you feel better? I masturbate. I have a dildo and dirty books and everything.” I acted like I didn’t want to talk about it, but only because I knew she was going to continue either way. I was glad.

“This isn’t a dildo, it’s a vibrator, and not much of one. I like the books though, that’s kind of kinky. I can see it now, you lying in here, flicking the bean, reading stories. It’s very…you. What’s your favorite one?” I slid next to where she was sitting on the bed and took the book from her.

“Page thirty-eight. It’s about a girl and her boyfriend. They start fooling around, then she’s going down on him and his friend walks in. Her boyfriend panics and tries to cover himself up, but his friend pulls his out and walks over to her.” I was getting wet repeating it.

“She reaches out and touches it, a little scared because it’s so much larger than her boyfriend’s. Then she puts it in her mouth. Her boyfriend pulls the covers off of his and starts stroking it. Then he stands and comes over to where she’s sucking his friend. She goes back and forth sucking them both.” I flipped the pages as I told her about it, I was getting really horny now.

“Do they fuck her?” She sounded really interested. I could tell she was getting horny too.

“The boyfriend does. He gets behind her and they, well…fuck, doggy style. His friend cums in her mouth while the boyfriend cums in her…”

“Cunt,” Lex finished my sentence. She was breathing heavier and when I looked up at her I thought she pulled her hand away from her crotch. Was she touching herself right here? Listening to me tell the story?

“Yeah, her cunt,” I repeated. “Then she licks them both clean.” I trailed off for a minute and we both sat there, silent. She hopped up from the bed and grabbed my hand.

“Come with me. You showed me yours, its only fair I show you mine now.” She dragged me through the bathroom and into her room. Reaching under the bed she pulled out a plastic storage box and threw it on the bed. She clicked the lid off and revealed a treasure trove of sex toys inside. “Unlike you, I like some variety,” she laughed.

I stared at them for a minute, wanting to reach in and take one out but afraid to touch them.
“This was my first one,” Lex reached in and pulled out a rubber dick. It was a normal size, that familiar not-quite-flesh tone. “My mom gave it to me.” She must have seen the shock hit my face. “Not in a creepy way, ya pervert,” she smacked at my knee but left her hand resting there for just a second. “My parents were pretty touchy feely. You know, I’m ok, you’re ok, kinda stuff. Anyway, this girl at my school had to go to the hospital because the tip of a hotdog, or a hair brush, or some shit broke off inside of her.”

“My mom was terrified it could happen to me, so she rushed out and got me this. She said she wanted to spare me the embarrassment of teaching me how to use it, but she had found this how-to video. Jilling off for dummies I used to call it. I showed it to all my friends, we laughed at how embarrassing it was, but I think they were a little jealous.”

“You watched the video with your friends?”

“Yeah, I watched that video a lot. I’ve got it around here somewhere, I’ll show it to you when I find it.” Her room was usually pretty messy, it could take a while. “Do you like porn?”

“I haven’t really watched that much. It never really interested me.”

“You’re so repressed. You don’t watch porn, barely masturbate,” she picked up her remote and put on the TV. “Here, I think you’ll like this one. It’s got a story to it, somewhat. I usually skip ahead of that part, it’s about pirates, really sexy.”

As the TV came to life, the auto-resume flashed across the top of the screen and brought us to the last scene Lex had been watching. It was not about pirates. The video came up on a poorly centered shot of Lex. She was naked and on her knees in the middle of someone’s bedroom. A man had just pulled an unusually large dick from her mouth and was stroking it as he came across her face.

“Oh shit,” she said without any urgency in her voice. “I switched movies last night. This is more of a ‘home video’ kind of thing.” I didn’t know how to respond, she didn’t turn it off. I wasn’t sure if I should look away or keep watching. I kept watching.

“Thank…you…baby,” the video of Lex said in between licks as she cleaned the cum off his dick.

“He had a nice cock,” she reminisced. “Guys love it if you bring a camera into the bedroom.”

“I’ve never tried it,” I admitted.

“It freaks some girls out, I just make sure I keep the tape. Then I don’t have to worry about who he shows it too. Have you ever wanted to try it?”

“I don’t know, an audience might put too much pressure on me.”

“You get used to it, I shared a room with a girl in college,” she confided. “At first we would ask the other to stay gone for a while, but it got to be a hassle. When one of us had a boy over, the other would just lay still and pretend to be asleep. I don’t know how many times we listened to each other fuck.” She was reminiscing again. “Sometimes I’d sneak a guy in first and we’d both lay still, then I’d jerk him off while she got laid.”

“That’s a lot wilder than my college experience.”

“That’s not even the best of it. We had a double date one night, brought them home and fucked them both on the same bed.” She seemed to be enjoying this trip down memory lane. “What about you, what was your ‘college experience’?”

“I had sex with a couple of guys. Not together, you know, just while I was there.”

“That’s it? No crazy threesomes, or wild nights in the dorms with the girls?” I paused for a minute. “That’s it, isn’t it? You went all lezzie in college; you little slut. Who was she?”

“I didn’t go all lezzie. I did have a roommate, and we,” I was a little afraid to say it, “masturbated, together, sometimes.”

“That’s pretty hot.” She raised her eyebrows at me, looked around then crawled toward me across the bed. “How’d you do it?” She asked quietly, her voice suddenly low and sexy.

“Well, we would usually sit next to each other,” I was a little uncomfortable, but there was no way I was stopping. “She would put her leg over mine. We’d have our shirts off, of course.” I was getting really wet reliving the memories from college. Lex was leaning over me, breathing on my neck and chest.

“Can I kiss you?” she asked, still in her throaty, sexy voice. I hesitated, not knowing what to say. She took it as an invitation and brought her lips to mine. Her tongue probed deep into my mouth. I pressed back with mine, swirling it around her tongue and towards her mouth. She pulled back and nibbled at my lip for a second as I lay there breathless.

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Sky and Georgia have one hot threesome on their date while her futa-mommy has leanred just how naughty Sky has been.

Futa Daughter’s Naughty Temptation

Chapter Thirteen: Futa’s Wicked Mommy Plan

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Madeline Marlow

I ripped my cock out of Mrs. Spencer’s pussy, anger boiling through me. I felt so hurt. Betrayed. Sky was lying to me. I didn’t know why that was shocking. She had been lying to me since Sunday while I had believed that she had changed. That things were different now.

That we were finally close. Bonding. That she could trust me.

“What’s wrong?” gasped Mrs. Spencer, her big breasts heaving, her nipples beading with milk.

“My daughter snuck over here in the middle of the night and fucked you!” I hissed.

“Well, I thought you knew.” Mrs. Spencer furrowed her brow. “Madeline, why do you think I was showing off to you. I figured you must be like Sky, and then your cock grew and I was so ready to be fucked again by a futa. Mmm, is she going to sneak over again?”

“She’s ruined you,” I groaned.

“Ruined?” Mrs. Spencer laughed. “Why, because I cheated on my husband. I mean… I thought Greg was a skilled lover, but… Oh, Sky and you are both amazing. We have hours before he gets back. Want to get your daughter over here? I don’t mind sharing you. Mmm, I know it’s wicked, but—”

“I can’t hear this,” I said, struggling to think. Sky was over at the Matthews. I spun around and grabbed my sweatpants. My phone was…

Back in the house.

I thrust my legs into them, my boobs heaving. I couldn’t let Sky enjoy our reverend’s wife. That would ruin church. Mrs. Matthews couldn’t succumb to this. I was supposed to stop Sky. That was why Grace gave me this cock.

To tame my futa-daughter.

Instead, she’s the one corrupting you, Grace whispered. Why did Mrs. Reyes walk in on you today?

I froze at that thought, my sweatpants halfway up my legs. Grace was right. That wasn’t Mrs. Reyes’s classroom. It was no one’s classroom. That’s why I had chosen it for the lunch-time romp with my daughter. A safe place where she could deflower Aoi.

Sky had gotten me thinking of MILFs. Of giving them pleasure. She wanted me to accept her desire to fuck married MILFs. That was her scheme. Her whole ploy of making me “seduce” a woman eager to be fucked was just the first step.v

I pulled on my t-shirt.

“You really don’t have to go,” Mrs. Spencer said. “I could use another round.”

“Sorry,” I said. “I have to go punish my daughter.”

“For giving me such pleasure?” She asked.

“For lying to me! For tricking me! Manipulating me!” She went over early. She must have already fucked Mrs. Matthews. It was Monday. The reverend was leading a men’s bible study. There would have been nothing to stop Sky from her seduction.

It was what she wanted. The MILF that would be the most satisfying for her to corrupt. And look at me, just lost to the pleasures of my cock. Consumed by it as much as Sky. I was just like my daughter only I had kept my inner-slut chained for all these years.

I had to re-chain her. This had to stop.

I marched out the door and strode across the yard. In moments, I was across the quiet street and bursting into my own house where I was confronted with a naked Aoi and Natasha cuddling on the couch both flushed and delicious looking.

“Oh, hey,” Aoi said. “We’re starved. When’s dinner, Mrs. Marlow?”

“Order a pizza,” I growled. “I have to go. Sorry. Sky is being naughty.”

“No!” Natasha gasped. Sky’s best friend stood up. “What do you need from me?”

I glanced at her in shock. Did she want to help me against her friend? No, no, I made her into my sex slave, of course. I had won her affection. I bit my lip. Could I use Natasha for this? I stared at her.

Was Natasha pretending to be my slut all part of Sky’s plan?

“It was neat with Mrs. Reyes,” I said. “I’m glad Sky arranged it.”

Natasha blinked in shock. “She did? What?”

“Oh, you don’t have to pretend that you didn’t know,” I told her, putting on a fake smile. “I know all about it.”

“I really didn’t know.” Natalie furrowed her brow. “She didn’t mention having the hots for Mrs. Reyes at…” She trailed off. “Well, I thought she was checking out Mrs. Reyes when we got to school, but she said it was Aoi. That was where I got the idea that she would be a great virgin to deflower.”

So I could trust Natalie. There was no reason the girl would not be part of Sky’s scheme unless Sky didn’t trust her.

“Okay,” I said. “I’m afraid Sky’s been fucking MILFs behind our backs.”

Natalie’s gasped. “But you told her not to. She said she was being a good girl. Like me.”

It’s that futa-demon, Grace said. We have to figure out how to do something about her.

Okay. What?

I’ve been thinking about that… I was hoping to just neutralize her. Get Sky obsessed with virgins. Spice hates virgins. She likes married women. Not cute, young things… like me.

The pain in Grace’s voice made me blink. Do you love her?

What? N-no. Of course not! I’m her jailer. I don’t love her. That’s foolish. She gave a nervous laugh. She was just never happy with me. I mean… I have such small breasts…

Small breasts are wonderful, I told her. But we need a plan. I have to find out if she has slept with Mrs. Matthews. Maybe we’re not too late.

We are, Grace whispered. She left an hour ago. She had all the time in the world to corrupt her.

And she’s out with Georgia right now. Probably trying to corrupt her into doing something naughty.

Probably. Grace hesitated. I think we need to do something bold, but you’re going to have to be strong. Fight against temptation.

I can be strong, I thought with complete confidence.

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Sky Marlow

I had to corrupt Georgia into doing something naughty.

We were at the movies. There was a romantic comedy out I wanted to see. Georgia was excited, too. I looked around at the people here. Who would be perfect to corrupt Georgia with? I had to get her on the MILF idea. That would be best.

Just loving a sexy, older woman with me. Then when I brought her home, Mommy dearest would be randy and aching for more of my girl-dick. I bet I could convince her to go down on Georgia. That would be hot.

Just some delicious MILF on daughter action. It would be so hot.

“Mmm, I hope the theater’s not full,” I said as we moved up. “The movie’s been out a few weeks and it’s Monday.”

“You’re not?” Georgia whispered. “I mean…”

I winked at her and then my gaze fell on her.

I shuddered at the sight of the MILF two people in line before us. She had blonde hair, but it came from a bottle. I could see the brown roots. She was checking her phone and shaking her head, looking annoyed about something. In a nice pair of jeans and a crop top, she looked like she was out on a casual date. A wedding ring gleamed.

Movie night with hubby?

And where was he? I shuddered as we moved closer to the kiosk. My ears pricked up as she ordered a ticket to our movie. My heart beat faster and faster. My hips wiggled in my skirt, my clit wanting to burst into a mighty futa-cock. Just a big and throbbing shaft that would feel so wonderful in her mouth.

We moved up. The guy before us ordered for the new superhero movie. I saw it last week with Natalie. We blew the guys who took us during the boring parts of the movie and they finished up just in time for the things to heat up for the finale.

I wanted to get a blowjob this time.

“Hey, two for A Morning Proposal,” I said brightly, pulling out my phone and thrusting it out with a bar code of a reward card.

He scanned it. “Okay. It’ll be starting in fifteen minutes in auditorium 13.” He pointed to a hallway. “Just keep going that way.”

“Cool!”

I watched the MILF go to the concession stands, so I took Georgia there. I watched that MILF’s bubbly butt the entire time before us. I just wanted to pinch it. To slap it. To ride her ass so hard right here for everyone to watch.

She turned around and gave us a polite smile that fell away.

“Seeing the movie alone?” I asked her.

“I am now,” she muttered. “My husband had to work late. Last minute.”

“Poor thing,” Georgia said. “I’m sure he’s bummed, too.”

“Oh, yeah, he’s weaseled out of seeing this movie three times now. Well, I’m not missing it.”

“A Morning Proposal?” I asked.

“I guess it’s obvious which movie a guy would want to skip out on.” She shook her head. “But he’ll drag me to see the next Spider Whatsit they make or Iron Dork or whatever he’s called.”

“Iron Man,” said Georgia who squirmed. A fan of superhero films? How interesting.

“Well, we’re seeing A Morning Proposal, too,” I said. “We’ll keep you company.”

“Of course,” Georgia said.

She was just the perfect girl for this. The married woman smiled. “Thanks.”

“I’m Sky, and this is my date, Georgia.”

Georgia blushed. “Hi.”

“Oh, that’s cute,” she said. “Maybe if I had gone gay, I wouldn’t have been stood up by my husband.” Then she blushed. “I’m sorry for making it sound like a choice or something.”

“It’s pure magnetism, right?” I asked Georgia. “You just see it and you want it.”

“Yeah,” she said, quivering, her eyes dreamy.

“Well, I’m Felicia,” she said.

“But you’re married,” I gasped. “My mom raised me to address people with respect. It’s Mrs…”

“Uh, Simmons,” she said. “Don’t get called that much, though.”

“Well, Mrs. Simmons, let’s get our popcorn and drinks and hit the theater.”

“Sure,” Mrs. Simmons said.

Mmm, my dick was throbbing as she was so nice to buy us snacks. Then we headed to the theater. It was at the far end of the place. We had to pass every other screen, or so it seemed, and were crammed in one of the small theaters.

We settled down in the back row. Mrs. Simmons looked relieved when we didn’t go upfront. I don’t know why adults hated sitting up close. That was the best, but not for what I wanted to do. I had plans.

My clit twitched as we settled down. We chatted and giggled. Mrs. Simmons relaxed and smiled with those lush lips I wanted to feel wrapped around my clit-dick. I ached to have her nursing on me. I would have such an amazing time.

People flitted in, a few couples and some women who came as friends. There maybe were ten people in the theater. That was perfect. The lights came down as the MPAA’s green warning came up on the screen. All these trailers were okay for kiddies to watch.

No red band trailers for us.

There were three horror movies. Three of them. All coming out next month. Why didn’t April have any horror movies? That was so weird. There were two animated films, another rom-com, and a superhero film.

Finally, the movie started.

It was a standard rom-com. Boy meets girl. They don’t get along, but they keep getting thrown back together and, despite all their difference, they would get all kissy-kissy by the end. I was enjoying it, waiting for the moment.

I let my futa-dick sprout while pulling down on my black miniskirt. I shuddered as my clit blossomed into a thick and throbbing cock. I savored it growing thicker and longer, thrusting up from my crotch. My cock twitched and throbbed. My pussy clenched as I reached my peak firth.

I grabbed Georgia’s hand and brought it casually to my cock. She wrapped her fingers around it, slicked with popcorn butter. She gasped and shot me a look. I winked at her, the changing images on the screen flashing light across her face.

She gave me a pleading look then flicked her eyes to Mrs. Simmons.

I grabbed her wrist and worked her hand up and down my cock. I loved the feel of her hand on my clit-dick. She had such a wonderful grip. She brushed the tip of my cock and then slid back down. I released her hand.

She kept pumping all on her own.

I smiled and then put my hand casually on the MILF’s thigh. Right beneath the hem of her skirt. I loved the warm feeling of her skin. She shifted as I casually stroked up and down her thigh. I massaged her while Georgia fisted my cock. She gazed straight ahead.

I pushed my hand beneath her skirt.

Mrs. Simmons jumped. She glanced at me and then froze. She had to see that cock throbbing in Georgia’s grip. That big and throbbing girl-dick. My hand pressed further and further up beneath her skirt.

I glanced at her and arched an eyebrow. Her jaw dropped. She shuddered and then she opened her mouth to speak. I shook my head ever so slightly. Then I winked at her while my fingers found her panties.

I felt the edge of them, her skin so warm. I pushed beneath her leg band and felt her silky curls. Her heat increased. She grew wet. Then I found her married folds. I rubbed the MILF’s cunt. She shuddered as I did.

“Sky,” she whispered.

“Shhhh,” I said.

Georgia kept fisting my cock as the MILF squirmed beside me. My fingers stroked her pussy lips. I loved the feel of her silky folds. I caressed her and then found her twat’s entrance. I thrust two fingers into her.

She groaned softly, her cunt clenching.

I fingered her twat while Georgia fisted her hand up and down my cock. No one sitting before us had any idea the naughty threesome forming behind them. I breathed in deeply, this wonderful thrill rushing through me.

“Mmm,” I groaned.

Georgia glanced at me. I winked at her.

She shot her gaze back to the screen, her hand still stroking my cock. Mrs. Simmons’s cunt squeezed about my digits. The pressure built and built at the tip of my clit-dick. My cunt grew hotter and hotter.

This was so exciting. I thrust a third finger into the MILF. She groaned, her breasts jiggling in her blouse. Her cunt squeezed down on my fingers. I loved the feel of her about me. Her juice soaked my digits.

My thumb found her clit.

Her cunt clamped down on my fingers. Her back arched. She shuddered and whimpered. I loved it. I glanced at her then flicked my gaze down at my futa-dick. I pressed my thumb harder into her bud. I massaged her little clit.

She licked her lips while staring at my shaft.

Then she ducked her head down. The MILF slid her lips over my cock. Georgia’s hand stroked up my shaft and bumped the MILF. She gasped and stared down at the MILF sucking my clit-dick. Then her panicked gaze shot up to mine, her eyes wide.

“Shhh,” I said and groaned as my cunt clenched. My twat drank in the heat of her sucking on my dick. She nursed with passion. Oh, yes, she was good. She was nursing with all this passion. I loved it. I savored every bit of it.

Georgia stared at me.

I leaned over and whispered, “Relax. She caught us. She wants to suck my dick. Just got to let her. Mmm, just a hot mommy sucking my clit-dick. Like my mom does.”

She shuddered, her hand tightening on my dick.

I licked her ear and she trembled. “You like a naughty mommy licking your pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“And I like it, too,” I groaned. “Remember how much fun we had with Mrs. Reyes.”

Georgia nodded.

“Now we’re going to have fun with Mrs. Simmons,” I said, thrusting my fingers deep into the MILF’s cunt while she sucked hard on my girl-dick. I rubbed her clit harder. “Don’t you want her to lick cum out of your pussy?”

“Well…” she whimpered. “What about your mom?”

“What about her?” I asked. “She loved fucking Mrs. Reyes. You saw how much she got into it. She’d be loving Mrs. Simmons if she was here.”

“I guess.”

I smiled at her. “Don’t guess. Now kiss me.”

Georgia did. She sealed her lips on mine. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. I kissed the reverend’s daughter with hunger. My clit-dick burst with pleasure. My orgasm exploded through me. My pussy clenched and spasmed.

Jizz fired into Mrs. Simmons’s hungry mouth. I basted the MILF with my cum. My fingers thrust into her twat. I buried deep into her twat. I loved the way her snatch squeezed about my digits. It was an amazing feeling.

I loved every moment. Her cream soaked my digits as she convulsed. She squealed around my cock.

I moaned into Georgia’s lips as the dual delights of my orgasm swept through me. Rapture from my cunt and ecstasy from my clit-dick. I squirmed through my climax, pumping load after load of cum into Mrs. Simmons’s mouth. Her twat spasmed around my fingers as she enjoyed her own orgasm.

I hit the peak of mine.

Hovered there.

Then I fired the last of my cum into her mouth. I broke the kiss with Georgia, panting. The MILF’s cunt stopped spasming around my fingers. She suckled a final time at my cock, sending a final burst of pleasure through my body.

I savored it. That was great. I shuddered and squirmed. “Damn, Mrs. Simmons, you’re awesome!”

She slid her lips off my cock and groaned, “I can’t believe I did that. I just… And you.. how did you hide that monster beneath your skirt.”

“It’s my clit,” I breathed. “I grew it. I’m a futa.”

“Yeah,” Georgia whispered, squirming.

“Now, Mrs. Simmons,” I said, sliding my fingers out of her cunt and holding them up, “you’re wet. Did my little fingers satisfy you at all.”

She shook her head.

“Of course not,” I said. “How would you like my cock sliding into that married cunt. Give you the pleasure that your husband isn’t.”

She swallowed.

“We can’t do it here,” Georgia said.

“Mmm, here’s some Mommy juices for you to enjoy,” I told her and smeared my wet fingers on her lips. She sucked on them. “Of course not here. I saw a restroom. They’re all empty unless a show empties out. So, let’s slip into the handicap stall and get our freak on.”

“In a bathroom?” Mrs. Simmons asked.

“I mean, can you wait?”

She shook her head.

“They have clean bathrooms here.” I pulled my fingers from Georgia’s mouth. “Now, what do you say? Blow off this movie and have fun with this sexy mommy?”

Georgia bit her lip. “I mean… if your mom won’t be mad at us.”

“Of course not,” I said. “Mmm, this is why you’re my girlfriend. You want to play with sexy mommies with me? Mine. Mrs. Simmons. Others.”

Georgia smiled. “I’m really your girlfriend?”

“Sure,” I said. Why not? She was cute. Surprisingly fun to play with. Having the reverend’s daughter in love with my cock was hot, and getting her and her mother together would be the best delight in the world.

“Let’s do it!”

Georgia’s enthusiasm had a few heads turning. She clamped her hands over her mouth. I bet her cheeks were bright red. I let my clit-dick shrink as I stood up and pushed down my skirt. Mrs. Simmons gasped, noticing my shrinking cock.

“Wow,” the MILF whispered.

I winked at her.

Georgia led us out of the seats and then the theater. I blinked against the glare. My clit pulsed as we hurried to the nearest ladies’ room. Georgia pushed through the door. It was empty, a dozen stalls, the last one extra-wide.

Plenty of room for us to get wild.

I smiled as I threw open the stall door, nodding my head. This was just perfect for my plans. I glanced at the MILF, at that delicious skirt and her big tits. I licked my lips and then I peeled off my boob tube.

Mrs. Simmons stared at my firm, little titties. She shuddered, her hands rubbing together. Was this her first time admiring a pair of tits? What would she do when I thrust down my miniskirt? So I did just that.

Her eyes flicked down to my tight pussy. I let my clit grow.

It sprouted from my pussy folds. My clit thrust forward, growing thicker and longer. Mrs. Simmons gasped. She stared at my cock growing bigger. Wider. The proof that I was a futa thrusting out before me.

You are so wicked! giggled the busty Spice. I caught her reflection distorted in the metal handlebar to help stand.

I winked at her as my futa-dick reached its full girth. Mrs. Simmons shuddered. She fanned her face. Georgia grabbed my cock. She stroked up and down my shaft, making me ache. I groaned, my toes curling.

“She’s just so sexy,” Georgia said. “I mean, look at that.”

“I am,” breathed Mrs. Simmons.

“Mmm, Georgia, Mrs. Simmons is way, way too dressed.” I glanced at her. “What do you say, want to fix that?”

Georgia nodded, her innocent face brimming with such lust. That made her all the sexier. I loved that look of depravity in her eyes. This was the best. Just awesome. I was so eager for this passion. It would be amazing.

The pair of us darted in and attacked Mrs. Simmons. We pulled up her blouse, forcing her to thrust her arms into the air. In a flash, it was off, her bleached-blonde hair spilling about her face. A purple bra constrained her large breasts.”

I snapped the strap. “That’s cute.”

“Thanks,” she said, squirming. “Though you just went without.”

“Well, when they’re small and cute…” I said. “Though I bet Georgia’s got a bra on.”

“My mom would never let me leave the house without one,” Georgia said and pulled off her blouse to reveal a snowy bra that was plain and yet enticing for their virginal delight.

“Ooh, that’s cute,” the MILF said.

Georgia blushed and squirmed. “Thanks.”

“Mmm, your bra’s cute, Mrs. Simmons, but I want to see what you got beneath it.” I licked my lips, eager to stare at those tatas. I thrust my hands around her body. I slid my hands behind her and found the clasp. In a second, it was off.

“You’re faster than my husband,” she groaned as I pulled her bra off.

I winked at her. “I like titties!”

Her cups fell away and her tits bounced out. They had a heavy jiggle to them. As I was pulling her straps down her arms, Georgia squealed and then buried her face into the valley of those tits. She rubbed her face between them, clearly reveling in those big tits.

It was hot to watch. My dick throbbed as the cutie pressed those boobs into her face. I smacked her on the ass. “That’s it. Enjoy those mommy-boobs.”

“Oh, my, she’s enthusiastic,” Mrs. Simmons groaned. “I’ve never… With girls. And you’re both so young. My children are your age.”

I winked at her and then I moved behind her and tugged down her skirt. I knelt and found a matching pair of purple panties. They were a delight to see as they molded to her rump. Georgia was moaning up front, her voice muffled by those lush boobs.

Skirt off, it was time to pull off those panties. I hooked my fingers into her waistband and pulled them down. They rolled down off her ass. I shuddered as her pale ass appeared. Nice and plump. I darted in and bit.

Not hard but enough for her to squeal. “Sky!”

“Mmm, that’s a yummy ass,” I moaned and pulled her panties down further to expose the brown-furred muff that I had fingered. Her sweet musk filled my nose. Her cream beaded on her curls. I rolled her panties down her calves. “And that pussy… I’m drooling.”

“I bet you are,” the MILF said, stepping out of her panties.

That made her butt-cheeks jiggle before me.

My dick throbbing, I nuzzled my face into her bush and licked at her. My tongue caressed her slit. I stroked her. She groaned, her butt-cheeks clenching tight before my face. It was amazing to enjoy. My tongue thrust into her cunt.

I swirled around in her married pussy. I reveled in the taste of her. Her flavor soaked my tongue. She was amazing. I swirled around in her. I fluttered my tongue back and forth. I made her groan. Her pussy cream soaked my tongue.

What a delicious flavor to taste. I fluttered my tongue around in her cunt. Georgia suckled loudly. She must be nursing on a nipple. The MILF moaned. She was clearly in heaven. Her voice reverberated through the bathroom.

“Oh, my god,” she gasped. “You girls… Oh, this is… I mean… Your tongue, Sky!”

“I love pussy!” I moaned. “What can I say?”

“Yeah, you love pussy!” she groaned. “And Georgia… Oh, my, you’re sucking hard on my nipple.”

“Mmm,” purred Georgia.

I loved this.

Mrs. Simmons’s brown bush rubbed against my face. Her curls caressed me. It was awesome. I loved every moment of it. My body shuddered. The pleasure surged through my body. It was an outstanding delight. My tongue whipped her cunt up to a froth.

Just a delight to enjoy. Her cream spilled down my tongue and rolled over my chin. I breathed in her musk. I savored her sweet aroma as I feasted on her. I loved every last second of devouring her married cunt.

“Mmm, Mrs. Simmons,” moaned Georgia. “Your nipples are so nice, but…”

“You want to eat some mommy pussy?” I asked. “Before I even put any cum in it.”

“Just… to compare them,” the corrupted girl moaned.

My clit throbbed. I was so excited about this. “Come on down.”

Georgia’s skirt rustled as she dropped to her knees. Then she nuzzled in from the front. I licked at the MILF’s pussy and brushed Georgia’s tongue. Mrs. Simmons groaned as she had two naughty girls eating her pussy.

My futa-dick loved this. I thrust my tongue into the MILF’s cunt while Georgia fluttered against Mrs. Simmons’s clit (and brushing my lower lips in the process). The MILF’s twat squeezed about my tongue as she moaned.

This was so hot.

I wiggled my tongue around inside of her snatch, savoring her sweet taste. Georgia moaned and then suckled. The MILF gasped. That naughty preacher’s daughter was nursing on the MILF’s clit. I loved it.

Mrs. Simmons did, too. “Oh, Georgia. Oh, that’s good. Mmm, and Sky, your tongue… Your tongue is dancing around inside of me.”

I was so glad that she liked that. I caressed her with hunger. I wanted to make her cum. I ached for her. I swirled around in her snatch. She gasped, her passion echoing through the stall. It was an amazing sound to hear.

I drilled my tongue into her snatch. I fluttered in fast circles, her juices running down my chin. Georgia’s suckling echoed. The MILF’s butt-cheeks flexed right before my eyes. Then she gasped out her pleasure.

“You girls!”

Her pussy convulsed around my tongue.

A flood of sweet juices gushed out and bathed my face. I licked up her MILF passion. So did Georgia. Our tongues brushed as we stroked her pussy lips from opposite directions. She bucked and moaned, her passion resounding around the stall.

“Oh, my god!” she moaned. “You girls… This is so naughty. Oh, yes, I love this.”

“Mmm, and we love making mommies cum, right, Georgia?” I moaned.

“Yes!” Georgia groaned.

I shuddered and licked at her juices. Her moans died down, her orgasm passing. My futa-dick ached to be in her married snatch now. I had to fuck her, but Georgia needed her own fun. She deserved it.

“Mmm, why don’t you munch on some yummy twat while I fuck you, Mrs. Simmons,” I groaned, rising and gripping her ass.

“Oh, wow,” panted Mrs. Simmons. “I’ve never… You know…”

“I hadn’t before I did,” said Georgia. I heard cloth rustling. She must be taking off her skirt and panties. “But you’ll just start licking and doing things, and I’ll love it.”

“Okay,” the MILF said.

“Mmm, Georgia’s just eager to get eaten out by a mommy,” I purred.

“Yep!” the naughty girl said.

My mom and I had corrupted that girl. I loved it.

Georgia sat on the toilet and leaned back, her legs spread wide. Her black bush dripped in her juices. Mrs. Simmons fell to her knees before me. She leaned down and buried her face between the girl’s thighs. Georgia gasped.

I grinned at that MILF getting herself some hot poon.

I dropped to my knees, my futa-cock bobbing. I stared at that brown bush. I lined up at her married pussy, so eager to give her a pussy full of cum for Georgia to devour. She would love it. I flicked my eyes to her and smiled at the joy on her face.

I pressed my cock into the MILF’s bush. Her silky hair caressed over me. That ticklish feeling was incredible. I groaned, shuddering in delight. I pushed deeper into her cunt. Her hairs tickled me. They felt so naughty.

I grinned and pushed into her cunt. I savored that silky twat sliding around my dick. It was an amazing delight. I groaned as I worked into that hot cunt. Her married sheath massaged my throbbing futa-cock.

“Oh, my god,” she moaned. “You’re so huge. I’ve never had anything that big in me.”

“She is amazing,” Georgia moaned. “Just like your tongue.”

“Mmm, call her Mommy!” I purred. “After all, she’s a sexy MILF.”

“Yes, yes, eat my pussy, Mommy!” Georgia moaned, her eyes widening. Was she thinking of her mother?

I hoped so.

I gripped Mrs. Simmons’s hips. She moaned as I drew back my cock. Her tight pussy gripped me. That wonderful, silky sheath felt so incredible about me. I thrust back into her. I buried hard into her snatch. I plunged to the hilt in her cunt.

Her twat squeezed hard about me. I groaned, savoring that hot cunt massaging me. I pumped away at her, my hands sliding from her hips. I swept up her body. I stroked her silky flesh. I grabbed her tits. I held her tight.

I kneaded her boobs. I loved the feel of those heavy tits in my hand. She moaned into Georgia’s cunt, feasting on the naughty girl’s cunt. Georgia’s small tits quivered as she squirmed. The toilet creaked.

“Oh, Mommy, eat my naughty cunny!” Georgia moaned, her eyes squeezing tight. “Just eat my pussy, Mommy.”

“Oh, god, this is fucked up,” Mrs. Simmons moaned. “Mmm, but your twat tastes so good.”

“Yes, it does!” I moaned, pumping away at her while my hands kneaded her tits.

Every thrust into her cunt swelled the pressure in my ovaries. My load of futa-cum brimmed in there, eager to flood the MILF’s pussy and give Georgia that treat. Not that she wasn’t enjoying herself. Her body trembled.

She moaned and groaned as the MILF feasted on her cunt. Mrs. Simmons’s bleached-blonde hair spilled over Georgia’s thighs. The married woman moaned as my cock slammed into her cunt. She squeezed about me, gripping me on the pullback.

“Yes, yes, that’s good,” the MILF groaned. “Oh, Sky, your dick…”

“Going to cum on my dick?” I asked.

“Of course! Your futa-cock is huge!”

I grinned at that.

“Oh, Mommy!” Georgia panted. “Oh, Mommy, that’s so good. Just lick at me. Lap at me. Oooh, that’s awesome.”

“Cum on your mommy’s mouth, Georgia!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned, her body shuddering. “Just keep licking me.”

“Mmm, I want you to cum!” the MILF moaned.

I grinned, thrusting away hard. I slammed my cock into her cunt now. My pussy clenched every time I buried into her twat. The heat from my clit-dick spread through my snatch. Juices ran down my thighs.

I shuddered, coming closer and closer to cumming. The ache at the tip of my cock neared that moment of exploding. I buried hard and fast into the MILF’s cunt. Her pussy squeezed about me. She moaned into Georgia’s cunt.

“Mommy!” the girl squealed. “Oh, my, yes! I’m cumming, Mommy!”

Mrs. Simmons’s head moved. She licked and lapped at Georgia’s cunt, drinking up all those spicy juices. I groaned, slamming into the MILF’s cunt. Her twat grew hotter. She moaned as she feasted on Georgia’s passion.

“Oh, god, yes!” she gasped. “Fuck!”

Her pussy convulsed around my dick.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, slamming into her cunt. My dick throbbed and ached as I drew back. Her flesh rippled around me. “Mrs. Simmons!”

“Mommy!” Georgia gasped. “So good!”

I rammed into Mrs. Simmons’s climaxing cunt. Her flesh sucked at me. Then I groaned and erupted. My cum fired into her snatch. I fired blast after blast of jizz into her twat. I shuddered and unloaded spurt after spurt of cum into her cunt.

Stars burst out of my eyes. Pleasure washed out of my cunt and erupted from my cock. My back arched as the cum pumped out of my futa-dick and into the married woman’s pussy. Her flesh spasmed around me. She milked me with that delicious pussy. I groaned, riding the high.

“Oh, you girls!” gasped Mrs. Simmons, her pussy massaging out the last drops of my cum.

“Georgia, there is a lot of cum in your mommy’s pussy for you to lick out,” I groaned, my heart pounding.

“Really?” she asked, her blue eyes snapping open.

“Yep,” I purred.

Georgia fell to her knees and buried her face into the MILF’s cum-matted bush. Mrs. Simmons gasped, her bleached-blonde locks spilling about her head. I smiled at the sight. My futa-cock throbbed and ached as I fell to my knees. My dick quivered before me.

I grabbed it and stroked my cock, my tip aimed at Georgia’s cute, tight tush. I hated Mom calling my ass a tush, but Georgia’s was one. A cute and adorable tush that I just had to ravish with my big and naughty futa-dick.

I pressed my pussy-soaked shaft into her butt-crack. Georgia didn’t even stop eating the MILF’s creampie. I slid my cock to that tight asshole. Then I smiled and pushed on it. She moaned as her anal ring parted.

“Oh, my,” the MILF gasped. “Anal?”

“She’s a dirty reverend’s daughter!” I purred.

“Yes!” Georgia squealed while her asshole stretched open.

That delicious anal ring widened and widened and then swallowed my cock. I groaned as I slid into her asshole. I groaned at the delight of sliding into her wonderful bowels. It was amazing. I shuddered, the heat swelling through me. It was fantastic to enjoy. Her flesh milked me. Held me.

It was awesome.

I slid my dick into the girl’s tight asshole while she feasted on the MILF. Mrs. Simmons groaned, those lovely tits of her swayed. I stared at them jiggling, my grin growing bigger and bigger. This was such a wonderful thrill.

I bottomed out in Georgia’s bowels. She had taken me. “Mmm, you love that big dick in your butt while munching on some mommy cunt.”

“I do!” Georgia moaned. “Oh, Mommy, your pussy tastes so good. Especially full of Sky’s cum.”

“I can tell you love it,” the MILF groaned. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s good.”

I grinned and drew back my hips. My cock throbbed in her anal depths. This felt incredible. I shuddered, my boobs quivering. I gripped Georgia’s narrow hips and plunged back into the girl’s delicious asshole.

I fucked her with passion. Mrs. Simmons’s pussy cream lubed things perfectly. I loved every moment of fucking into her. I savored this delight. This pleasure swelled and swelled in me as I fucked my hips forward.

I buried into her again and again. The pleasure built and built at the tip of my cock. I groaned, my dick throbbing and aching. I plundered her bowels with passion. I buried to the hilt in her again and again.

“Sky!” she moaned. “Mmm, fuck me while I lick at Mommy’s cunt.”

“God, she’s licking!” groaned the MILF. “She’s got her tongue deep in me.”

“Good!” I panted.

It was delicious to fuck Georgia’s asshole. Incredible. I groaned, my face scrunching up. I groaned, pumping away at her asshole with my big futa-dick. The pleasure of her bowels was exquisite. I shuddered as I sodomized her. A true delight to enjoy.

Juices ran down my thighs. Hot trickles of cream that would melt through me. I groaned, my hips wiggling from side to side. This was the life. This delight right here. I reveled in every plunge. My dick ached, my orgasm growing and growing.

“Mmm, you going to cum, Mommy?” Georgia moaned.

“Getting there,” Mrs. Simmons panted.

“Yeah, you’ll drown me, Mommy!”

I smiled and slammed into Georgia’s asshole. My crotch smacked her cute tush. My pussy clenched, the heat swelling in my ovaries. I loved the velvety friction of her asshole. I slammed into her faster and faster. I fucked her with passion. With speed.

It was delicious.

I slammed into her, our pants and moans echoing through the bathroom. My ovaries tightened. The ache built and built at the tip of my cock. I surged towards my climax as I fucked the naughty girl feasting on the MILF’s pussy.

“Yes,” whimpered the MILF.

“Cum on her mouth!” I groaned, slamming into Georgia’s bowels.

“Oh, my god, Georgia!” the MILF moaned, her body bucking.

“Oh, Mommy, your cream tastes so good!” Georgia moaned.

I slammed into her tight asshole. Her bowels squeezed around me as she drank down the MILF’s pussy cream. I drew back and Georgia gasped. Her asshole convulsed around my cock. She joined the MILF in orgasmic delight.

I groaned and buried into my girlfriend’s asshole. I slammed in deep and hard. Her bowels rippled and writhed around Georgia’s asshole. I groaned, savoring her suction. The pressure swelled at the tip of my cock. I buried into her asshole.

I erupted.

“Oh, yes, yes!” I moaned, pumping my cum into Georgia’s asshole. I shuddered, savoring the pleasure of her bowels rippling around me.

“Sky!” she squealed, her naughty asshole sucking at me. She worked out my cum. She drew it all out. It would be such a delight. I groaned, my heart racing. This pleasure swam through me. It was intense. Delicious.

Amazing.

My cum spurted over and over into her bowels. I hit the peak of my pleasure. I quivered there, pussy cream running down my thighs. The pleasure buzzed through me. I shuddered, panting. I felt like a million bucks.

“Damn,” I groaned. “that was great.”

“Uh-huh,” panted Mrs. Simmons.

“Mmm, but our movie’s about to let up,” I said. “We should get dressed.”

We pulled on our clothes (it didn’t take me long) and then we were kissing Mrs. Simmons goodbye. As the MILF headed out before us with a bounce to our step, I put my arm around Georgia and pulled her close.

“What do you say that we go to your house and seduce your real mother?” I purred.

Her eyes lit up. She swelled up and then froze. “But… what would your mother say.”

“Well, let’s find out,” I said and pulled out my phone. I opened up a contact, Mom, and sent, “Hey, Mom, is it cool if Georgia and I have sex with her mother?”

Georgia leaned in and then gasped, “She’s responding.”

You could see the little dots blinking at the bottom. “Of course it’s okay,” Mom texted me. “Mrs. Reyes really showed me that MILFs are as much fun as nubile girls.”

“There,” I said to Georgia. “See, it’s okay.”

She beamed at me. “Then let’s do it. Let’s have sex with my mom!”

She was such a naïve girl. Contacts could be changed. Anyone, like Mrs. Reyes, could be in my phone as “Mom,” ready and waiting to send back a text if I needed it. I hummed as we headed out of the restroom for the second half of our date.

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Madeline Marlow

I rang the doorbell of the Matthews home.

“Coming,” said Helena Matthews. The door opened a minute later. The reverend’s wife had a big smile on her lips, that sort of pleased delight that could only come from orgasms that utterly satiated a woman.

The reverend’s wife had succumbed to my futa-daughter.

“My daughter’s not the only futa in the family,” I told her. “We need to talk.”

She gasped, her eyes flicking down to my sweatpants. Her whimper of lust broke my heart. The reverend’s marriage would forever be soiled because of my daughter’s selfishness. That would change. And Mrs. Matthews would help.

This will work, Grace said. You’ll see. This will save your daughter from Spice!

To be continued…

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Linnea realizes she’s acting like a slut

Chapter 5, In which I am not a slut

I was feeling tired and hung over, the result of a sleepless night with a lot of drinking and even more sex. I couldn’t exactly bring myself to regret any of it, but it was disconcerting to realize I’d slept with more people in the last 12 hours than in all of my life prior to that point.

A smile crossed my face as I thought about Jenny, the last of those partners, and then disappeared as I pondered the situation in which I found myself. I’d bewitched Jenny — binding her affections to me with a bit of magic I’d learned from my girlfriend, Stacey.

Objectively, it was wrong to have done it, but I hadn’t precisely intended her to be a sexual partner when I’d started. Having seen, up close, how much Jenny enjoyed being with me, I couldn’t regret it, but the thought that she’d lost her job because of me burned in my stomach — and it wasn’t the good kind of burn we’d shared that morning. It had only been a waitressing job, but she’d depended on it and now it was gone because of something I’d done. I felt really bad about it.

I felt even worse about cheating on Stacey. She was my first lesbian experience, my dearest love, and I was sleeping around on her before we’d even known each other a month. It wasn’t just the physical sex — we’d never said we were exclusive, and she knew I let Michael fuck me. I wasn’t a slut or anything. It was the emotional betrayal.

We were so compatible — she loved to have me worship her beautiful pussy as much as I loved to be there between her legs — that I’d never imagined it could be any better. But, somehow, with Jenny, it was. Maybe it was that we liked all the same things: eating out girls, doing anal, group sex. Maybe it was being able both to give and to receive. Whatever the case, I knew Jenny wasn’t going to be just a one-night stand.

I thought again about calling Stacey, but she rarely rose before lunchtime and I still didn’t know what I’d tell her. Instead, I checked the time and took a last look at myself in the rear view mirror. My makeup looked nice and professional, and I applied a last touchup with the glossy red lipstick where I’d been chewing my lip while I’d been thinking.

Climbing out of the rental car, I mentally crossed my fingers for luck and strode towards the lobby, trying to exude calm confidence. If all went well, I was about to make my employer — and myself — a ton of money. All it took was to a signed agreement to go with the verbal acceptance I’d gotten earlier that morning.

I’d been in this position before, and gotten screwed — figuratively rather than literally. This time, I had two things going for me. First, instead of dealing with my usual contact, Hunter, I’d been negotiating with Hunter’s boss, Big Bill. Second, I’d used Stacey’s magic on Big Bill. It hadn’t worked out quite the way it had with Jenny, but I was confident I could convince him to honor his commitment.

Big Bill had a nicer office than Hunter did, up a floor and definitely in executive territory. He had a better-looking secretary, too, although with Stacey on one shoulder and Jenny on the other, I didn’t spare her a second glace as she walked me in.

“Good morning, Bill,” I cheerily greeted him, crossing the office to shake his hand. I looked inquiringly at the stranger already seated in another of the guest chairs by the desk.

“Mornin’, Linnea. You are a sight for sore eyes,” Big Bill said, raking my body head to toe with a quick look. “Tom, this is Linnea Richwell, the hottest sales executive in Texas. Linnea, meet Tom; he’s our Finance VP.”

“Don’t believe a word this man says,” I laughed to Tom, shaking his hand. I knew I looked hot, but I preferred to let my wardrobe speak for itself. Just the same, I made sure he could see down my blouse when I bent over to set down my attache. “Now, are we ready to do business?”

“Well, I was bringing Tom up to speed on our ‘negotiations’ last night,” Big Bill started off.

I sensed prevarication and started thinking hard about him just signing the damn paperwork, but like last night — and unlike Jenny — he seemed stubbornly resistant to my suggestions.

“…and it seemed the financial aspects were not quite clear,” Bill concluded.

“Now, Bill, that’s just silly,” I said, smiling to take the sting out of my words. I pushed my blouse off the attache so I could retrieve two copies of the agreement. “What in this could you possibly object to?” I asked, handing each of them one of the copies.

“Nothing,” Tom breathed, without even looking at the paperwork. “I owe you an apology, Big Bill. Hunter never left the slightest impression she was such a slut.”

“I am not a slut!” I objected, feeling offended.

Big Bill chortled. “You were acting like a slut last night, little lady! Can you honestly tell me you aren’t soaking your panties right now thinking of this?” He stroked the bulge in his trousers suggestively.

“I am sorry you have to listen to this, Tom,” I apologized. It took a long moment remove my pencil skirt and show them I wasn’t wearing any underwear. “No soaked panties,” I emphasized. “And before you ask, this” — I collected a few dewdrops with a finger — “is on account of my girlfriend, not you.” I blushed, realizing I’d just called Jenny my girlfriend.

“Leave her out of this!” I yelped, reading the inquisitive look in Big Bill’s expression. I felt like I was losing control again, and tried to calm myself. “Look, I didn’t mean to snap at you, but can we just focus on business? We’re all professionals here.”

Both men looked at each other and chuckled. “She didn’t charge me a cent; nice dinner, too,” Bill grinned at Tom.

I was going to object to his tone, but Bill gave me another one of those sweep-a-girl-off-her-feet kisses that left me panting and fumbling with the fly of his slacks.

“Jaysus,” Tom exclaimed in disgust. “What kind of woman would whore herself out like this just to make a sale? Are you on drugs?”

“I beg your pardon!” I turned around, infuriated with his insulting and sexist insinuations. “I am not on drugs, I am not drunk, and I am no whore! You have no right to say those things about me!”

Tom looked at me dubiously, and I stopped fingering my dripping pussy. “You aren’t doing this just to make a sale? Or because we’re pressuring you?”

“No!” I snapped. “I’m doing — it — because — I fucking — want to!” There was a brief silence while I pondered my words and Big Bill breathed heavily. They didn’t sound like me, but there was no denying my body was longing for a return encounter with Big Bill’s hulking manhood. I decided he was just a bad influence.

The men grinned at each other, and Tom switched off a recorder I belatedly noticed he was holding in one hand. He pressed a few buttons and we listened to, “…because — I fucking — want to!” echo faintly from its small speaker.

“That’s low, Big Bill,” I told him. “Ask Hunter, or anybody; I’m always professional and I’d never stoop to anything as low as blackmail.” I felt a bit guilty about trying to magic him, but it clearly hadn’t worked so there was no reason to mention it. “Just for thinking that, I’m gonna leave you hanging while I take care of Tom.” I released his dripping cock from where I’d imprisoned it between my breasts and left him to clean himself up; most of his load was running down my neck and chest, anyway.

“You aren’t going anywhere without cleaning up first,” he replied, and pulled my face into his manhood. “Try her ass, Tom,” Bill recommended, earning a grateful look from me. “You’ve never seen anything like it.”

We passed an enjoyable 30 minutes or so breaking down my proposal. Luckily for me, both Tom and Bill seemed quite conversant with it, because I rarely found myself in a position to speak. Intelligibly, anyway.

“Whattaya think?” Bill finally asked Tom. I lay on the floor, too fucked out to move; on top of the all-nighter, my body just had no stamina left.

Tom carefully jacked a final drop of semen out of his cock, just missing my eye, and tucked himself away. “Well, it’s pretty close; I’d guess maybe one percent above Len’s numbers. The renewal might come down a bit, but that’s awful far in the future. We could go either way.”

“About what I figured,” Bill said, picking a copy of the proposal off his desk. “I think we’ll give this a go,” he mused, sending a sudden burst of energy through me. “We had to buy off one of Len’s girls, and that’s just pure annoyance. I feel better about Linnea, y’know? Besides,” he smiled down at me, “I promised — and it’s not nice to disappoint a lady.”

I just about levitated off the floor as he countersigned both copies and handed one to me. “Oh, thank you!” I squealed, giving them both quick hugs and pecks on the cheek. I knew it was a trifle unprofessional, but I just couldn’t help myself.

“You’ll come back to see how things are going, right?” Big Bill asked while I carefully filed my copy in the attache.

“Absolutely,” I promised. “Thank you again, gentlemen. We truly appreciate your business!”

“Ah, clothes?” Tom prodded as I prepared to march out the door.

My blouse and skirt were still draped over one of the chairs. “Shit!” I yelped, realizing I was standing there in front of them naked. “I’m sorry, you must think I’m such slut,” I apologized while scampering back to put them on.

“Not at all,” Big Bill assured me, wearing a Texas-sized smile. I caught Tom making circular gestures with his fingers beside his head when he thought I couldn’t see him, but I felt so good I just couldn’t hold it against him.

“Good catch,” I whispered to Tom as I exited triumphantly to start the next part of a very good day.

I drove back to the hotel and flopped on my freshly-made bed. My calendar was open until mid-afternoon and I was tired. It was tempting to just close my eyes, but I knew I couldn’t put off calling Stacey any longer.

“I’ve missed you so much!” I cried when she answered; just hearing the sound of her voice made me wet. “Can I come home yet?”

“Poor Linnea, I’ve missed you too,” she crooned. “How did your dinner go? I was starting to get worried.”

“It was okay,” I prevaricated. “I got the deal.” It felt like she was right there next to me, and I dreaded what I was going to have to tell her.

“Just okay? That should be fantastic!” she said, finally letting a little emotion into her voice. “What’s wrong, Linnea? You can tell me.”

“I… I cheated on you,” I admitted, feeling like a child caught stealing from a cookie jar.

“Oh, Baby, I forgive you,” Stacey said. “We always knew you might have to screw that Hunter to make him see things the right way.”

Her understanding cut me to the bone; I felt like such a traitor. “No, I fucked lots of them, all night! I don’t even remember how many. I couldn’t help myself, Stacey! Oh God, I’m such a slut!” I wailed.

“What?” she exclaimed. “What did you do wrong?”

“Nothing,” I insisted, sniffing back tears. I just hated upsetting or disappointing her. “I did everything just like you told me. I know it worked…” I hesitated, unable to mention Jenny when Stacey already was so upset.

Luckily, Stacey was already talking again. “It’s okay, Linnea; don’t cry. Just tell me what you did, alright? You got a hair from Hunter?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed, trying to focus on my hazy memories and stay calm. “I took it to the bathroom and ate it, but it didn’t work because I forgot to wipe it with the lip gloss first.”

Stacey’s exasperation was obvious. “Linnea!”

“I know,” I apologized. “So I put on the gloss and then ran into Big Bill–“

“Who?”

“Big Bill. He’s Hunter’s boss, so it was a good thing, actually. So, I got a hair from him, too, and–“

“You’re sure it was from him, right?” she interrupted.

“Stacey!” I hissed, feeling a little annoyed. “I’m not stupid. I picked one of his pubic hairs while I was blowing him and swallowed it.”

“Ewww, that’s gross, Linnea. I can’t believe you did that!”

“It wasn’t like I had a choice! I told you these guys were sexist pigs. He practically raped me right outside the bathroom! And let me tell you, there’s a reason they call him Big Bill.”

“Too much information! Anyway, it sounds like it should have worked.”

“Well,” I said hesitantly, “I was concerned that too much of the lip gloss might have gotten wiped off when we were kissing, so after he got off, I licked as much as I could off his face just to be safe.”

“Linnea,” she asked dangerously, “where did he orgasm?”

I replied meekly, feeling she thought I’d made a mistake somewhere, although I didn’t see where. “In my mouth, mostly.”

“Mostly,” she sighed. “So you kissed, right after you put on the gloss, and then you blew him until he came in your mouth, and then you kissed again. Is there any chance he might have gotten any semen and one of your hairs in his mouth while you two were sucking each other’s faces?”

“I don’t know; maybe. I was distracted!” I cast about for something more positive to say. “But I fixed it later — I threw a hair in the candle on the table!”

Stacey’s voice was dangerous, confusing me. “Where did you get the idea to do that?”

“Didn’t you tell me about it?” I asked, unsure myself. “Anyway, I picked it off my face and I know it worked because when he fucked me right afterwards, he put it straight into my ass! You know how much I like that.”

“What are you doing now?”

“Lying on the bed, talking to you,” I said, without understanding what she was driving at.

“Where are your hands?”

“Oh!” I pulled my fingers out of my dripping slit. “I was masturbating and didn’t even realize it,” I sheepishly confessed. It was pretty hot to think about. As the silence lengthened, I wondered if I really was a slut, after all.

Stacey sighed. “I think those hairs probably were yours, Linnea. And they fucked you for how long?”

“All night,” I said dreamily, my fingers returning to my dew-beaded nubbin. “I didn’t sleep at all. And then again at the office before we signed the agreement. Big Bill is such an animal!“

“Stop it!” Stacey shouted at me, making me jump. “You’re not a slut, Linnea — yet. It’s only been less than a day. You can fight it! You love me, right?”

“You know I do! I’d do anything for you, Stacey; you know I would.” It was all confusing, because she seemed to be implying they’d forced me to do things, and that hadn’t been true at all except maybe for that first time with Big Bill.

“Okay, listen. I need you to not have sex, or masturbate, until you get home. It’s important.” I guiltily withdrew my fingers and wiped them on the bedspread instead of licking them clean. “If your mind turns to sex, think about something else instead. And put on some underwear.”

I got up and dug a pair of lace-waist hip huggers out of my suitcase, and then pulled them on while I listened to Stacey mutter to herself.

“You don’t know where you can get a chastity belt, do you?” she asked — I was pretty sure she was joking.

I realized I’d been rubbing myself through the thin fabric, and hurriedly brushed my skirt back into place. “No, there’s nothing like that around here,” I replied, smiling. That would really put a crimp in Big Bill’s lifestyle!

“Well, look,” Stacey said, and then paused. She obviously was thinking hard.

I looked in the mirror and realized I’d buttoned my blouse crookedly. Underneath, Big Bill’s semen had dried but was still just as tasty. Flaking it off my nipple was more than a little arousing, but I managed to remember Stacey’s instructions and buttoned up again.

“Okay, I need you to find a tattoo parlor,” Stacey asked, surprising me. “Tell them you want to get a small ring in the hood of your clit.”

“Stacey!” I shouted, both shocked and scandalized. “That’s… evil,” I finished weakly, for want of a better word.

“It’s necessary,” she said soothingly. “Think of it like a wedding ring. This’ll sneak up on you, Linnea; it’s how it works. The ring will be a reminder of our love and dedication. Whenever you forget and try to slide a finger, or a penis” — I could hear her shudder — “you’ll remember.”

I realized there was a difference between wanting to do anything for the person I loved, and having a specific “anything” staring me in the face. “It’ll hurt,” I whined, mostly out of reflex. On the other hand, I could see the logic of what she was saying, sort of, and it felt a bit like penance for being unfaithful.

“For me?” asked Stacey, using the tone of voice she knew made me drip.

“Yes,” I finally agreed, and knew I’d made the right decision when I felt the warm inner glow that came from pleasing her.

“I’ll be thinking of you,” she crooned. “Let me know as soon as it’s done — and the sooner, the better. I love you, Linnea.”

How the hell was I going to find a tattoo parlor?

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