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A girl living in a patriarchal society goes to an extreme bdsm slave fair where she encounters all manner of enslaved women including ponygirls, puppygirls and latex dolls. She’s given a chance to see a puppet show comprised of rubber dolls however that decision may be one that will change the course of the rest of her life. Please give me a positive rating if you enjoy my story. Thank you!

Chapter 1: The Slave Fair

I told myself that never in a million years would I ever go to one of these types of events. Oh sure I had heard of slave fairs and auctions and even services that dealt with the training and modification of cunts, but I always told myself that had nothing to do with me and nothing good would come from being anywhere near those things, and yet here I was, standing smack in the middle of it with no idea what on Earth could have possibly made me think that this was somehow a good idea.

I’m a free woman, well about as free as anyone with a vagina between their legs can be these days. I have a pretty normal life, I exercise constantly to keep my little body in shape and to help me do that I joined a new gym catering primarily to women a few weeks ago. I never really watched programming before on TV but at the gym there is a bank of televisions right in front of the elliptical machines that I used regularly, so of course for an hour a day I found myself staring at those infernal screens. I’d heard rumors that the government put subliminal messaging in the shows to control the cunts but it didn’t really bother me. After all, that sounded like conspiracy theory and besides, I wasn’t a cunt so it had nothing to do with me. Sure, I had seen owned cunts on the streets before, naked, leashed and following their owners, but that was nothing compared to what I was witnessing here at the fair. I had no idea such depravity could exist.

I wandered around the large fairground with my brain in a partial fog, not believing what I was seeing. It wasn’t long before I stumbled upon a couple of ponygirls who were bridled with their reins tied to a sturdy looking wooden post. The large silver bells that danged from the rings imbedded in their stiff pink nipples jingled loudly as their exposed breasts heaved with each deep breath. It looked so wrong. I mean these human females were being treated like animals because just like me, they happened to have breasts and a vagina and yet, I felt that familiar tingle inside of me. I should be disgusted by the sight before me, not aroused. What was wrong with me?

They were much larger than me, not exactly a high bar given my petite frame, but they were also quite muscular and powerful. Their large breasts jiggled slightly with each movement of their strong legs as the saliva dripped copiously from the bit gags that were locked securely in their mouths. I had never seen anything like this before. I admired the bells and piercings that protruded from their nipples and clits, both of which appeared to have been stretched and extended. I couldn’t imagine how sensitive those small pieces of pink flesh must have been, so exposed and constantly stimulated. These girls must have been going crazy all the time which would explain the amounts of lubrication dripping from between their legs.

“You can touch them if you like,” a deep male voice boomed from behind them. “As a matter of fact, why don’t you grab that brush over there and get some of the tangles out of their manes?”

I shrugged and decided to give it a try. As it turned out, I enjoyed brushing the hair of the ponygirls. I know they called it a mane to be in keeping with their theme, but to me they were still girls and what I was brushing was still hair. They seemed to enjoy it as well and honestly, I really liked the way they responded to it. They seemed to be such obedient and docile creatures. But I knew they weren’t creatures, they were girls just like I was a girl. Or maybe they weren’t anymore. I couldn’t tell.

Once their manes were nice and straight, I held out an apple for the beautiful blonde ponygirl who stood closest to me. I could tell she was still a human girl in there somewhere. Perhaps she wasn’t permitted to display her humanity though, maybe the ability to exhibit that part of herself outwardly had been trained out of her or possibly she just held it inside. Whatever it was she gladly bit into the apple as I held it out for her. Given how her arms were bound behind her, I couldn’t see how she would have been able to eat it otherwise.

“You should be sure to visit the Hall of Hypnotism and Body Modification while you’re here,” the voice said as the man stepped from behind the ponygirls, giving the blonde a hard smack on her exposed rump. “A cute little thing like you would find it…enlightening,” he said with a devious looking smile.

I listened to the suggestion from the gentleman as my hand slowly ran along the smooth surface of the latex harness that the ponygirl was wearing. I definitely did not want to go anywhere near the Hall of Hypnotism and Body Modification. Perhaps I’d end up like one of the hundreds of girls who surrounded me in this place or maybe I’d become something much worse.

It was then that a beautiful naked girl with long flaming red hair and pale freckled skin bumped into me; undeniably my fault. I was so enthralled by the ponygirls that I was definitely not paying attention to anything else. She glared at me as I looked her over, taking in her modifications. Not unlike many of the other owned girls around here; she had degrading tattoos that coated every part of her exposed body and numerous piercings through her flesh. I couldn’t help but to notice that a thick metal ring was installed in her back. It looked as if perhaps it wrapped around her spinal column to provide some sort of an anchoring point. Similar heavy rings projected from her wrists and ankles, almost as if they were connected directly through her bones. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be in the way,” I stuttered as I took a step to the side of the laneway to let her pass, my eyes affixed on her heavy rings as she continued on her way.

It was then that I felt something wet on my left calf. I looked down to see a gorgeous blonde girl who must have been about my age licking my leg. Her long soft pierced tongue was stroking up and down, leaving behind a trail of sticky wet saliva on my smooth skin.

I watched the beautiful slippery smooth latex coated form of the lithe bitch as her tongue flickered against me. Before I came here, such a display would have surely disgusted me, but as I watched her, I considered how much more satisfying her life was now than it must have been before. No more stress or worries and no cares in the world. Her owner would be concerned with her every need and in exchange, all she had to do was be whatever he desired of her, which at the moment was a loyal pet. Man’s best friend indeed.

The latex was incredibly sexy on the bitch. I glanced down at my own willowy body, my perky little breasts and petite slender figure and I wondered how much sexier I would be if such a slick second skin were applied to my own little form, hiding everything, showing everything all at once while accentuating my long black hair and delicate features. I tried to come to terms with how I felt about my small body being displayed like that and for a moment I thought for certain that I heard a whisper in my delicate ears. “Your body is not your own, it belongs to your owner.” My head spun around but the source of the whisper eluded me.

Suddenly the cute little puppygirl was jerked hard off my leg by the leash that was attached to her collar, and held by a man, presumably her Master. “Heel Bitch Toy,” I heard him say. She quickly moved beside his leg and crawled on all fours next to him, her large breasts swaying beneath her. As she inched away I saw that her anus was filled with what must have been a huge plug with a curved black rubber tail attached, and her exposed vagina had numerous rings with locks connecting them, closing off her hole and stretching her glistening pink labias down to ridiculous lengths. Even her nipples and clit seemed to be stretched and decorated. I read many of the degrading tattoos that covered her soft flesh and wondered how she felt about being such a creature. I knew I should look away but again I found myself tingling and aroused as my nipples hardened. Why was my body responding like this to such disgusting treatment of my fellow females?

I brushed the long black strands of my hair out of my pale blue eyes and wondered how all of these slaves were kept so well behaved. Their dedication and obedience was a sight to behold. I may not have agreed with the idea of my fellow females being treated this way, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t respectful of how once proud human beings could be reduced to this. Still, I had to continue to be vigilant in this place, otherwise who knows what would become of me.

As I thought about what it would be like to be heavily pierced and controlled, tattooed, degraded and trained the thought was not at all revolting as I would have expected but natural. My brain fogged over in a pink cloud of lust and I found it hard to think about anything else. My own little whore hole seemed to have taken over my brain completely; almost as if by design. Despite my best efforts to fight it, I couldn’t help but to be aware of what was happening between my legs. I was aroused. I had been since I got here and I was afraid that my arousal was becoming too obvious. I hated myself for being turned on by all this disgusting depravity. It was wrong and yet my clit was swollen, my nipples throbbed and my vagina was soaking.

It was then that a distinguished looking man in a white lab coat bumped my shoulder and handed me a flyer. I took it and read that it was for a rubber doll puppet show later in the evening. I expected the man to walk away but he just stood there for a moment, staring at me as if he was sizing me up. He looked up and down my petite little body and finally said “you should come to the puppet show, I think you would find it a perfect fit for you. As a matter of fact, if you want a special tour before hand, I’d be happy to oblige.” He gave a wink and a devious looking smile, his eyes fixated on my small firm breasts.

There was no way I was going to some show in which poor girls are encased in rubber like dolls and controlled like puppets and yet the idea again made my nipples tingle and I knew I was becoming wet. A part of me wanted to leave. The visions of tattoos, piercings, chains and control were making my head swim and yet I couldn’t bring myself to get out of there before someone made the mistake of thinking that I was on the menu. “I can’t end up like these girls,” I told myself as my clit swelled and my arousal grew. While my logical brain knew this was wrong, my body had decided to do its own thing and there was nothing I could do about it.

“Humph. You don’t want to go to the rubber doll puppet show?” He stated in a show of false insult, noticing my obvious attempts to feign disinterest. “My, my, and here I thought we had it all. Rubber dolls dancing and jumping through electrified hoops not to mention a lovely romance between two rubber dolls, unable to speak to each other but very good at communicating with their body language and fingers and of course, fucking the front row seats at the climax of the show. Hell, we even offer up very good employment contracts associated with these shows. Say, would you be interested in those too?”

I don’t know why it happened, but when he mentioned the forced romance between the two rubber dolls, I suddenly felt a sharp spike of arousal flow through my body. As much as my logical brain wanted to fight it, I couldn’t help but to wonder what it would be like to be one of those girls. I didn’t want to go to the puppet show, I didn’t want to be a part of this depravity and yet, I found myself actually considering the idea. I did need the money, but still, I knew that it was a slippery slope. If I started out as a paid performer there was no telling where that might lead. I could end up as one of these owned girls. Modified, conditioned, trained and my mind and body would become unrecognizable to me. Besides, while performing with another girl might be appealing, being forced to fuck the front row certainly was not! I wasn’t a lesbian or anything, but there was something so sensual and desirable about thinking of another girl that way. I just couldn’t explain it to myself.

“I don’t know,” I said to the man before me. I didn’t want to offend him further and he already seemed a bit perturbed that I would dare show hesitation about his show in the first place. The last thing any girl wants to do in this society is get on the wrong side of a male. Throughout my hesitation, I could still feel his eyes on my firm breasts and smooth skin. “Well, maybe you could give me that tour,” I responded. What harm could come from a tour after all. If I wasn’t comfortable for any reason I could always leave, right?

“My named is Doctor Vance Pharma,” he said with a huge grin as he extended his hand in greeting. “Tell you what? Come with me on the tour and I’ll show you what we have. I’ll even throw in a piece of latex for you to enjoy and if you aren’t entertained by the show, you can keep it for free.”

Chapter 2: Becoming a Rubberdoll

The good doctor took my perfectly manicured hand and led me over to his pavilion where the stage of puppygirl and pet gear had been cleared away for subtle mood lighting and props for the puppet show performances. I was led past the large black curtain to the back stage area where my blue eyes took a moment to adjust to the lack of light.

We’re still getting prepped up now,” he said as we passed by the performers. There were six of them, all looking identical in shiny latex hoods that obscured their faces and platform thigh high boots polished to a high shine. It was clear that the platform height of their footwear differed from one girl to the next, presumably to even out any height differences which contributed to the illusion that they were all perfectly identical. “Do you think they look good?” He asked with a hint of pride in his voice as we stopped in front of them. “You should try feeling them. Go ahead and touch, they won’t mind. In fact, perhaps you’d like to try out one of these suits for yourself.”

I stretched out my hand and touched the smooth latex with my fingertips. The more my skin came into contact with the material, the more aroused I felt myself becoming. It was instinctive and felt very natural and comfortable to me. As I applied pressure, I could feel the girl beneath breathing and moving, her heart beating. She was alive in there, but standing very still. She definitely looked remarkable, just like the man said she would. They all did and I knew I would look amazing like that as well.

I tried desperately to control myself. I had this overwhelming urge to run my tongue up and down the smooth latex. I wanted so badly to lick it and feel it on my tongue and in my mouth. Where were these feelings coming from? I could feel my tongue begin to push through my soft pink lips before I caught myself and closed my mouth, snapping out of my trance. I cleared my throat and nodded. “They’re very nice looking, but I don’t think it would be appropriate for me to dress like that, especially in a public place like this.”

“I don’t know,” he said as he stared deep into my eyes. “I definitely saw far less modest clothing outside. Some people out there are wearing the same latex suit while others are wearing only bikinis and I’m sure you saw plenty who were wearing nothing at all. There are cunts crawling around on leashes and today I got a ride on a ponygirl cart. Still, I don’t judge, no limit shaming from me.”

“True, but most of the girls showing themselves off like that are owned slaves” I replied as I glanced down at my own attire. Not modest in the least; a short pleated skirt that barely covered my firm ass hung from my hips, a thin cami clung to the form of my firm breasts and high heels graced my tiny feet. It was the most I could get away with wearing ever since the new rules came out about how much clothing a free girl was allowed to have on. I wasn’t even allowed to wear a bra so my hardened pink nipples were rubbing against the fabric of my nearly see through camisole and poking outward, visible to anyone who would even glance in my direction. Even my shoes caused my delicate feet to experience a dull throbbing ache but again, rules mandated that I had to have at least a 4 inch heel. In some ways the owned girls had it easier. Their owners could choose anything for their feet or bodies including nothing at all. Still, I knew it could be worse. At least I wasn’t locked in the pony hooves or ballet boots I had seen on the feet of others in at the fair.

“Well, there’s an obvious solution if you find yourself embarrassed. I mean there’s nothing wrong with that, hey I get it,” he said as he gently caressed the slick form fitting hood of the nearest rubberdoll. “Look at what’s on her head; the mask is polarized and completely opaque to the outside world. Wear one of these and you’ll never be noticed for who you really are. Total anonymity! What could be better?”

I bit my pouty lower lip and twisted the ball of my foot nervously on the ground before I found myself nodding. “I guess I wouldn’t mind trying the latex outfit on, just for a minute so I can see how I look in it. Maybe that would be okay?” I heard myself say. I couldn’t believe I just said that! I had crossed the line but I just couldn’t help myself. It looked so delicious and soon I would look delicious too.

“Well, normally I just don’t loan these out, but I’ll make an exception for you,” he said with a reassuring smile as he snapped his fingers at the line of gleaming faceless rubberdolls who were waiting for their performance in the puppet show to begin. “Help your latest sister to look like you.” Immediately they responded, walking towards me with their arms outstretched in an intimidating display.

My slender legs began to shudder with nerves and my face went flush as I questioned whether I had made a mistake giving into my impulses. Before I knew what was happening, they were gripping my arms in their slick gloved hands as they pulled off my cami, exposing my firm little breasts. My puffy pink nipples hardened even more in the cool air as they were revealed. They deftly removed the heels from my dainty feet and before I knew it my skirt and panties had been pulled to the ground. There I was, completely naked, thoroughly exposed and unable to fight them off or resist even if I wanted to.

I wasn’t bare for long though as the obedient rubberdolls worked quickly to pull my feet into the rubber suit, sliding it up my slender toned legs, over my lean torso and down my slim arms. The smooth black material felt amazing against my delicate skin which was tingling in a most pleasurable manner. Whatever arousal coursed through my lithe body before was now multiplied by a hundred. My weak legs continued to quiver and shudder, barely holding up my petite frame.

“That feels good doesn’t it, the feeling of being squeezed all around by that latex? Having a second skin that is stretchy, shiny and black? I know how it is,” the doctor said in a comforting voice as he patted my shoulder with a hand, the lab coat sleeve slipping away to reveal his own latex suit underneath. “It’s breathable; climate controlled and contains biometric scanners. But you’re not getting the full experience of the cunt breaking technology, are you? For that, you’d need to put the hood on.”

He raised his hands, offering up the final accessory; a shiny black piece of supple rubber with no eye holes and tubes leading into the mouthpiece. It’s the exact same hood the other dolls are wearing, at least in appearance. “Go ahead, put it on. I promise I’ll help you take it off when the time is right. You can trust me.”

I knew I should refuse this part, but he looked trustworthy and besides, I’m in public, it’s not like other people can’t see what’s going on. Everything would surely be just fine. Besides, I was so overwhelmed with desire in the moment that I couldn’t think straight anymore. My logical brain shut down almost completely and my entire decision making process was being made by my pussy. My pussy? Why did I use that word? I always call it my vagina.

I pulled the hood over my head and inserted the mouthpiece firmly into my mouth which enabled me to breathe, and although I could no longer speak normally, I could still whisper almost incoherently. I was disoriented at first in the inky blackness of isolation. Swimming in a sea of pleasure from the way the latex felt against my nimble form as it stimulated every inch of my smooth skin. I felt hands secure the collar around my neck, sealing the hood in place. Words suddenly appeared in bright pink and green, floating in front of my obscured crystal blue eyes.

“RULE 1: YOU ARE A RUBBERDOLL”

“RULE 2: YOU WILL OBEY. OBEDIENCE IS REWARDED”

“RULE 3: DISOBEDIENCE WILL BE PUNISHED.”

I tried desperately to think clearly. I’m not a rubberdoll! Yet despite my best efforts, my body was still being stimulated and my brain was barely functional. I don’t think I’ve ever been this aroused in my life. My clit was literally throbbing and my hard nipples felt so sensitive under the suit it was as if they were now the center of my universe. In my rubber covered ears I could hear a voice. It was his voice speaking to me in calm tones, giving me instructions. “You will repeat everything that I say to you and you will believe it,” he said. My brain was so foggy already and my body was feeling hypersensitive, floating in such a thick pink fog of arousal that I was no longer capable of questioning it.

“You are nothing,” his voice said, pausing for my response.

“I am nothing,” I whispered back.

“You are not human,” he continued.

“I am not human,” I replied.

“You are merely an object, a thing, an animal that exists to be owned.”

“I am just an object, I am only a thing. I am an inferior animal to be owned,” my voice echoed in my head.

“Your body is not yours. You just live in it. The body that you live in belongs to your owner.”

“This body is not mine, it belongs to my owner.”

“Your name is whatever your owner chooses.”

“My name is whatever my owner chooses to call me.”

“Your body will be changed to suit your owner’s desires.”

“My body will be changed into whatever my owner desires.”

“Any fluids you produce belong to your owner. This includes your pee, saliva, pussy juice and milk. Your owner owns your orgasms, your orifices and every aspect of your life.”

“My pee, saliva, pussy juice and milk belong to my owner. He owns all of me including my orgasms and holes.”

“You are obedient, respectful and docile at all times.”

“I am always obedient, respectful and docile for my owner.”

“You gain pleasure from displays of submission, from the happiness you provide and any praise you receive.”

“I get pleasure from showing my submission, making my superiors happy and being praised. “

“Obedience is pleasure.”

“Obedience is pleasure,” I repeated in a whisper. I had no concept of time. I had no idea how long this went on for, the doctor’s voice telling me things and me repeating them. Not just repeating but believing deep in my soul that they were absolutely true and that no other truth existed.

His voice continued to shape my mind. “You enjoy being displayed and exhibited. You gain extra pleasure when others witness how well you perform for your Master.”

It was at this point that I thought I felt something on my most delicate parts. Fingers rubbing, gently touching my moist latex covered folds. I was in such a deep trance that I couldn’t move a muscle. Not even to spread my legs further to provide the fingers with better access. I knew feel how wet and slippery I was. My small firm breasts rose and fell beneath their rubber covering as I took deep gas filled breaths through my mouthpiece. My nipples stood hard against the shining material and my clit swelled. I was completely controlled and if there were any doubts about whether or not it was natural, the way my body responded made it clear.

Chapter 3: The Puppet Show

My head was swimming with pleasure from being held on the edge of orgasm for so long. I’d never experienced anything like this in my life. That was when I thought he said I was going to be taking part in the actual puppet show. A part of me felt nervous and scared. How was it that I would be in the show? Yet there was something about becoming a performer on stage that aroused me further.

As my rubber covered fingertips brushed against the gleaming smooth material that was clinging to my body, I felt an incredible tingle. My hands instinctively moved to my firm little breasts and it was like nothing I had ever felt before. I thought I would cum harder that I’d ever cum in my life, and yet while the feelings became more intense, so much so that I couldn’t even think straight anymore, I still didn’t actually orgasm. This left me frustrated, desperate and incredibly aroused beyond comprehension. My will was melting away to where I’d do anything if I could just finally cum!

The doctor gave my shiny hood a gentle caress, leading up to a small stroke on the dark material that covered my soft cheek. “Well, it looks like you’re ready for anything. Why don’t we have you go first for the crowds? You and Number Three can go out together.”

The doctor pushed through the thick black curtain, arms outstretched as the dimmed lights focused on his latex covered form that was only partially obscured by his trademark white lab coat. “Greetings cunts and gentlemen, I’m here yet again to show just how fantastic our control can be. One of these performers here today is a seasoned veteran of the latex. The other is brand new. No rehearsals and not one second of practice. But I wonder can you tell who is who? How well the cunt breaking technology suit acts on them, to perfect them into the perfect cunts? I’m going to say that it acts perfectly, but tonight, I’ll let you be the judge.”

A new set of words flashed before my eyes: GO TO THE STAGE, APPROACH THE POLE, and DANCE.

I saw the order come up in front of my eyes and I felt an internal need to obey it. Everyone knows that basic pole dancing is required for all girls attending school so I knew that I was quite good at it. A cloudy view of the stage appeared in front of me, no doubt the feed from external cameras on my suit that enabled me to see just enough to function. As I stared at the pole on the stage near me, the other five rubber dolls sat down along the front of the stage in uniform posture. I could feel my legs quivering and my clit and nipples seemed to grow a foot long. They didn’t for real of course, but the sensitivity in them was incredible, like nothing I’d ever known before. As if every single millimeter of them could suddenly be felt individually.

Before I could even think about it further, my legs were suddenly guiding my body in the direction of the pole. It was as if I had no control over my own body anymore. The more I obeyed my commands, the more intense the sensations in my body became. Further, my brain was producing pleasure chemicals at a pace I’d never experienced. It was like I was in a drug induced state, completely unable to focus on anything except the pole. All other thoughts disappeared and there was only the shining piece of metal that protruded from the stage. There was only obedience. The more I thought of obedience, the more the sensations filled me, as if my entire body were made of the same bundle of nerve endings as my clit.

My delicate latex coated hand grasped the pole and I began to swing around on it, wrapping my smooth rubber thighs around the metal as the other rubberdoll worked her body around the pole with me in an unrehearsed synchronized dance. I could see the crowd forming, watching. Eyes wide and mouths open. Not just the men whose erections were becoming obvious but even the women. Slaves, bitch girls and free women alike all stared in my direction with a look in their eyes that gave away their arousal. I had the same look in my eyes no doubt as I was staring at the ponygirls, bitches and other captive cunts while feeling my own pussy produce copious amounts of juice as well.

I was dancing in a pink fog. I had no concept of time. No awareness of thoughts or of anything really. All I knew were the sensations in my own body; my throbbing nipples, my swollen clit, my dripping pussy which was extraordinarily well lubricated and ready for what it was created for, to be penetrated.

I was so horny and desperate from being on edge this whole time. I wanted so badly to lick the pole. I wanted to lick the floor and the boots of the women and the shoes of the men. I pressed my tongue against the mouthpiece that filled my moist orifice, licking it as if it was something to be pleasured. I was at a point in which I would do anything for release. I would do anything just to lick and pleasure others. I would follow any command, engage in any act and become anything. I knew what I was becoming, another mindless fetish cunt. I knew that I was broken and there was nothing I could do about it. There was nothing I could do to stop or change it. My path was set and I didn’t care. The only thing I cared about was this moment of pleasure and keeping it going for as long as possible. That was all that mattered.

Suddenly a new command appeared before my eyes in bright pink and green lettering:

“CONVERGE WITH RUBBERDOLL NUMBER THREE. SHARE YOUR LOVE.”

I wasn’t sure what the command wanted me to do. What was meant by converge? Share what love exactly? It was all very puzzling and my euphoric condition was broken by a panic that my confusion might be mistaken for disobedience. The other rubberdoll approached me and extended her slippery black latex coated hand in my direction. I calmed down, trying to breathe more easily through my mouthpiece while accepting that the other rubberdoll would help guide me. As such, I removed myself from the shining chrome pole as gracefully as I could and moved towards her, balancing carefully on the towering thigh high platform boots that were affixed to my small feet.

When my hand touched hers I sensed a sudden wave of arousal that flowed from my fingertips through my body. It was so powerful that I wasn’t sure if my quivering legs would continue to support my lean form. When the doctor said he had two rubberdolls in a forced romance, I had no idea that I would be one of them, yet I admit that from the moment I heard the idea, I was having fantasies about it that made me incredibly aroused. Now here I was about to engage in a lesbian romance with another girl.

As a straight girl, I never thought I’d be this turned on by another female. Number Three pressed her body against mine. Our suits came together and the waves of pleasure burst through my body. The two of us rubbing together created an exponential reaction. Her arms reached around me in a hug and I felt her rubber fingertips on my shiny smooth encased rear. Instinctively I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her harder into me; our latex breasts pressing together. It was as if there was an electric current of pleasure connecting our hard stimulated nipples.

Our flat tummies pushed toward each other as did our pelvic regions. One of my hands moved down to her perfectly curved rear as the other reached between her legs. I had no awareness of controlling my arms at this point. My body was moving on its own and I was merely a passenger who was along for the ride for I was truly a puppet. My fingers instinctively moved to the slick rubber where her clit should be and I touched outside the suit. If the sensations on my fingertips were any indication of what she was feeling on her clit, I was certain that it must have been amazing.

I wanted so much to kiss her. Although it was never something I freely admitted, I have always been orally fixated. Having something in my mouth or on my tongue has always given me great comfort and pleasure. I guess that explains why I like to lick things so much and right now I wanted desperately to lick her. I wanted to feel her tongue in my mouth. I wanted to know the sensation of my own tongue running up and down the smooth latex of her body and to feel hers to do the same to me. I wanted her tongue in my ears and mine in hers. I wanted her sweet pussy juices in my mouth and I wanted to experience the sensation of her tongue inside my ass.

There were no limits for me as whatever reservations I had were all breaking down. In this moment I had become an obedient drone. All I wanted was to please, be pleasured and to obey. The longer I held this girl in my arms and felt her touch, the foggier my brain became and the more I was melting into her, becoming one with her. Developing into what she was. We were Indistinguishable twin slave sisters. I was a rubber doll and if the amount of pussy juices I was producing was any indication, a very good one at that.

The crowd loved the performance as did the doctor whose gaze was divided between the glowing tablet in his lap and the elegant slippery smooth obsidian creatures on stage that were twisting and twining together in a sensual embrace, nearing the climax of the puppet show. He tapped a few more buttons on his device as the other rubberdolls moved to drape themselves over his shoulders to see what he was doing. His tablet now displayed the two performers in action, the suits highlighting various parts of their bodies; their fingers, clits, labias, breasts and nipples all glowed bright orange. With a swipe across the screen, the suit’s subtle “electrostim” technology made those body parts even more sensitive. With all of the latex to latex contact they were making, he thought they deserved a full body sensory increase as well. In addition, the more their suits touched, the more their clitoral vibrators increased in speed.

Our tight embrace was a grand display of lust and love, forced as it were. We were unable to see or know each other past the blank, black hoods that obscured our faces which made this a forbidden intimacy. Not allowed to speak to one another, not allowed to see our twin sister’s face of pleasure.

With their arousal that high, the doctor was tempted to push the button to force them to cum, but he thought that letting the scene play out more would be better. Instead, he tapped another button and a pedestal rose through the floor of the stage. An impressive variety of toys, vibes, dildos and silicone strap-on cocks became available for the two to use and the good doctor had to wonder, which would they go for now?

Chapter 4: The Climax

Rubberdoll Number Three deftly arranged me on my hands and knees facing the audience. She wrapped heavy metal cuffs around my wrists and ankles, clicking them in place with tiny silver padlocks. The vibrating neon pink strap-on that she had chosen for herself contrasted perfectly with the smooth inky blackness of her suit and dangled from her pelvis, bobbing about as if it was looking for a place to go. The rubberdoll coated it with a generous amount of slippery clear lube before carefully pulling a tab that opened an access panel in my suit which revealed my firm petite rear and given the position I was in, my tight little puckered anus.

I stared out at the crowd through my pale blue eyes as I rested on my small hands and rubber covered knees. On all fours like an animal, like that beautiful blonde bitch girl on the leash earlier who was licking my leg with her gorgeous pierced tongue. The way I felt right now, I would probably give anything to be that girl on all fours licking people’s legs. To be licking anything would be a joy. I briefly wondered if that’s what the puppygirl felt as well.

I felt so vulnerable and exposed like this, my smooth round ass up in the air and my small firm tits hanging down. I wasn’t actually restrained, I didn’t need to be, but the weight of the heavy metal cuffs around my wrists and ankles made me feel all the more captive and controlled. I tried to hold still and I could feel my hard nipples pressing against my latex, making me all the more desperate and needy.

Despite being forced to dress like a whore in my daily life as part of the clothing rules for free females, I wasn’t a whore and I had never been naked in public in my life. Yet here I was with my tight little anus exposed. I could feel the cool air on it but even more humiliating was the fact that my pussy was now exposed as well. My secret of being dripping wet between my legs was now on display to the world and my slimy juices coated my labias and dripped off in long streams forming a small puddle on the stage. I was sure it was obvious to the rubberdoll who was now positioned behind me as well as any of the random strangers in the audience who were themselves wet and erect from watching my predicament.

It was then that I suddenly felt the rubber doll’s floppy intruder pressing against the entrance to my ass. I’d never had anything in there before except of course the standard inspections and measurements that the government had performed on me every year since I turned eighteen. I was nervous, unsure about how I would feel to be penetrated in that particular hole, yet I couldn’t help myself. I had no control and no choice. There were no choices, there was only obedience. My command was to converge and being connected to this other rubber doll via a dildo that went from her body into my anus was surely a form of convergence.

My mind had stopped working long ago, the pleasure chemicals in my brain had taken over and combined with the stimulation I was receiving from the suit, all I could think about was obedience, my own wet pussy and swollen clit. My body instinctively began to move backward, the tip of the dildo pushing ever so slowly into my tight ring, filling me up. I could feel the discomfort grow inside me. It didn’t hurt really, but it was an uncomfortable pressure that I wasn’t used to. I kept pushing on it; I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to. Back just a bit and up slightly less. Then back a little more, up a little less. Back and forth, working it inside me, working my way down the well lubricated shaft, feeling it fill me further and further until finally I could feel my rear come into contact with the base of the strap on. It was finally completely inside my ass. I had fulfilled my purpose, my command and completely converged with the other rubberdoll. I got a huge dose of pleasure, one that wrapped around my body making it quiver on the edge of orgasm. I knew any further stimulation would send me over the edge and into the throes of my own cum. I was a prisoner of my body and all I could sense was pleasure.

The other rubberdoll continued to penetrate my tight anus with her strap on dildo as I moved my body back and forth, my rubber coated breasts jiggling beneath me as I impaled myself over and over again. I was breathing heavily into my mouthpiece; I was like an animal in heat. There was no stopping me and I couldn’t believe I enjoying being fucked in the ass this much!

I closed my blue eyes enjoying the sensations and when I opened them I saw the word CUM on the screen in the familiar pink and green lettering. In an instant the sensations at my nipples and clit increased exponentially. The pent up frustration of being on the edge of orgasm this entire time broke like a dam and suddenly I felt as if I might actually be able to orgasm. I was going over and yes. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming I’m cumming,” I screamed in my head. As the orgasm took control of my body, my muscles tensed and I thought I was going to black out. But there could be no question; it was the best orgasm of my life.

Chapter 5: The Contract

“Number one and Number Two, the two of you are next. Entertain the crowd directly,” the doctor ordered. As number One and Number Two unzipped their crotches, opening up access to their holes for the cheering crowd, he sent a new command to the lesbian dolls on stage.

“RETURN BACKSTAGE FOR FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS.”

I blinked several times to regain my focus and I saw the instructions in front of me. Rubberdoll Number Three pulled back until the pink invader slid out of my gaping anus with a pop. She sealed up my access panel and helped me to my feet, leading me backstage. The doctor was waiting with a big smile on his face and directed Number Three to deposit me on a soft chair where my willowy little body slumped from exhaustion as I continued to breathe heavily into my mouthpiece.

“You were perfect out there; just an absolutely stunning performance!” He congratulated me as he stroked my hood with both hands, feeling the hot latex for himself. “I must retain you for more; you could be the headlining star for our next event!”

The doctor was aware that he was snubbing Number Three, ignoring her as she waited nearby. Like most of the other dolls, her training and conditioning was complete and she could easily spend the rest of her life happily perched on top of a dildo in the lobby of the Rubbertech headquarters, yet another faceless decoration though that would be a pitiful waste of her training.

The doctor turned back to me, staring at my hood where my eyes would have been. “Because you are a freewoman and I cannot buy you outright, I’m going to offer you a very generous employment contract. You can either take this part time or as a 24/7 activity, all expenses paid of course. Each tier has rising benefits that I think you’ll find to be quite attractive. He held out the tablet displaying the different options for employment. What I couldn’t have known at the time was that extended participation would slowly erode my will away even further to a point in which I would be unable to ask questions or disobey even if I wanted to.

Sometimes you have no choice but only the illusion of choice. That’s what he presented to me on the tablet. It was definitely not a choice. Signing a contract of some sort seemed required at this point as there was no option for declining and moving on with my life. One way or the other I was in this. Not that I cared at this point. My rational brain was barely functional, my pussy was still throbbing and I could feel my sore ravaged anus gaping open in a lewd display. I was exposed and on display inside and out.

I knew I should ask some questions. You don’t enter into a contract without asking questions. Yet the doctor made no effort to remove the hood from my head or eject the mouthpiece that I had been so dutifully sucking on with each breath. Asking questions was clearly not an option. You also don’t enter into a contract without reading it first, yet I through my pale blue eyes I could barely see straight. All I could make out on the tablet were the options and the words Kristin Kailey, hereinafter known as Rubber Doll Number Seven.

A part of me knew I should get out of this suit, out of this stupid hood that covered my pretty half Asian features and get as far away from here as possible. But that part was buried deep in my brain, way beneath all the edging and swollen sensitive parts, the slick flesh between my legs and the smooth shiny latex that coated me like a second skin. I caught a glimpse of myself in a nearby mirror and there was no question, my lithe little body was gorgeous, I was gorgeous. I was a slick little rubber sex doll and a beautiful one at that and I loved how that made me feel.

Doctor Vance Pharma removed my latex glove and guided my hand to the tablet. He was controlling me completely and I wasn’t fighting or resisting. He held my hand over the option for 24/7 activity. I didn’t want that, but I couldn’t move on my own. I was merely a puppet, he was controlling my strings and he knew it. He brought my hand down to the tablet and pressed my thumb against the box for 24/7. My thumbprint registered my agreement and just like that, I had entered into a contract of unknown length or terms to be a rubber doll. There was no way to back out now, my thumbprint made sure of that. My fate was sealed and I was now Rubber Doll Number Seven.

The End.

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A beautiful girl goes on a sadistic gameshow to win a million dollars, but through the course of the show she’s subjected to numerous bondage, torture and sexual activities and she risks becoming a heavily modified and owned slave for life.

(A girl goes on a gameshow to win a million dollars, but ends up in bondage and becomes an owned slave who is trained, conditioned and transformed)

“It’s Monday night and that can only mean one thing…it’s time for Kneel or No Kneel!” the announcer’s voice boomed across the soundstage as thunderous applause from the audience erupted. Spot lights instantly came to life, shining hot lights upon the stage where I stood in silence. “Now here’s your favorite host, the one…the only…Horny Bondel!”

“Thank you, thank you, it’s great to be here for another episode of Kneel or No Kneel”, Horny said as he confidently strode to the center of the stage where I awaited him. “Tonight we have the lovely Kristin Kailey competing. It’s great to have you with us Kristin”.

“Thank you Horny, it’s great to be here”, I replied as I nervously shifted my weight on my high heels. Not helping matters was the fact that my blouse and short latex skirt were at least two sizes too small.

“Now Kristin, you’ve seen our show enough to know that you address me as Mr. Bondel or Sir and we all know that inferior female cunts only speak when spoken to, am I right or am I right?” He said while raising his arms to an overly excited audience. I felt my skin burn red with humiliation as he continued. “As you can see little Kristin here is a twenty year old mutt; half slant eyed Oriental and half Caucasian which makes her even more inferior than your average pure bred cunt.” As I heard him speak I realized that coming here may have been a mistake as I glared through my pale blue eyes. I knew it was going to be a big risk, but I needed the money. The lights were so incredibly hot too, it’s a good thing I drank all that water they gave me, even if it did taste a little funny.

“So we all know how our game is played. In front of us are ten cases.” He gestured to the side where ten women held up shiny metal briefcases, each case connected to the girl via a chain locked to her collar. The girls weren’t naked but they may as well have been. In addition to the collars that were secured around their slender necks with heavy padlocks, each girl wore a transparent latex leotard that emphasized every curve of their gorgeous bodies and showed off their pierced nipples and hairless pussies. Fishnet stockings and black sky-high platform stripper heels completed the look for each girl who came in a variety of races, body sizes and hair colors. “One of these cases contains a million dollars and one of these cases contains a contract that will give full rights for the show and its producers to sell you to the highest bidder. Everything else has a variety of items that will make Kristin’s life a little more challenging for the rest of the evening. So let’s play Kneel or No Kneel!”

My heart was beating like crazy and I could barely focus on anything. The bright lights made it impossible to see the audience but as they roared and cheered they were impossible to ignore. Horny stood close to me and lifted my chin with his fingers until my eyes met his. “So little Kristin, which case is going to change your life?”

“Well Mr. Bondel Sir, I was born on Valentine’s day which is in February so I was thinking that…” I began to say before quickly being cut off.

“No one wants to hear a cunt’s life story”, he interrupted. “Just pick a number, this is a half hour show and coming up next is How I Met Your Flogger”.

My head began to feel fuzzy and I swallowed hard in embarrassment. “I’d like the number two please Sir.”

“Two it is!” He shouted to an enthusiastic audience as the spotlight highlighted the tall blonde girl holding case 2. She stepped forward, her large breasts jiggling with each step until she made her way to the center of the stage. “This is one of my favorite girls, her name is Tits”, he said as he gave her round ass a firm smack. Tits jiggled and shook her breasts in response with a giggle that befitted the most well trained of bimbos. “I happen to know for a fact that Tits here has been conditioned to shake her udders every time someone says her name, isn’t that right Tits?”

“That’s right Master”, Tits responded as she gave her large breasts a jiggle. Horny took out a key and unlocked the case from Tits’ collar before smacking her shapely rear a final time and sending her off stage.

“This is your case now little Kristin, so now it’s time for you to choose your first five cases. Go ahead”.

I was practically blind from the lights and I could barely see the numbers on the cases. The breasts of the case girls jiggled hypnotically and their tight latex was the only thing I could focus on. “I’d like 4, 5, 6, 8, and 9 Sir”. The music came blared for a moment and the spotlights shined on the five case girls I ***********ed.

“Case 4 held by our own lovely Wetcunt”. Wetcunt was a petite blonde girl whose body was almost the same size as mine but her breasts were significantly larger. She stepped forward and from moisture that was attempting to escape her leotard, it was obvious that she was aptly named. “As our viewers know, Wetcunt has been modified to produce a significantly greater amount of pussy juice and saliva than a normal cunt, isn’t that right?”

“Yes Sir, that’s absolutely right”, Wetcunt responded as a stream of saliva escaped her soft pouty lips the minute they were parted. “It’s my duty to always be wet and ready to serve”.

“That’s right Wetcunt, just as it’s the duty of all cunts to serve. Wetcunt, open your case and let’s see that million dollars for our adorable Kristin!” Wetcunt unlatched the case and opened it to reveal a thick spiked posture collar. “Too bad Kristin, looks like you’ll be wearing this collar for the rest of the program. Who’s a good bitch?” He said with a grin.

The assistant cunt who was dressed in a latex corset and thigh high platform boots picked up the collar from the case and approached me. She gently lifted up my silky long black hair and I could feel the stiff leather material of the collar against my skin as it clicked into place. “Next is case 5, held by Nipples”. A gorgeous Asian girl with long black hair that rivaled my own, Nipples stepped forward and as she did it became obvious how she earned her name. Her nipples had been stretched to an obscene length of five inches and were locked together under her latex leotard. On command, Nipples opened her case to reveal a set of weights with bells on them.

“How appropriate is it that Nipples has such pretty decorations for your nipples!” The assistant retrieved the jewelry from Nipples and silently began to open my blouse, pulling it from my shoulders, down my arms and exposing my firm breasts. My nipples had already begun to swell and harden, both from being exposed and from the arousal of being surrounded by sheer sex. It was hard to focus on anything else. My nipples weren’t pierced but that didn’t matter, the weight and bell combination had vicious looking saw-toothed clamps and as the assistant attached them to my tender flesh, I first felt a sting followed by an aching throb and in that moment I let the softest of winces escape my lips.

It was bad enough that the weights were tugging my nipples downward but with each slight movement I made, I now jingled. Add to that was the fact that my breasts were now exposed on national television and I was in filled with humiliation. Still, I knew this might happen and for a million dollars a few minutes of shame were well worth it. “Now little Kristin, what do we say when someone gives you a gift?” Horny asked in a rhetorical manner.

“Thank you Sir”, I squeaked out. I didn’t really want to thank him, these things hurt like hell but it was a game and I was playing it to win.

“Next we have Fuck Pet with case number 6. What a cute pair of bitches you two would make Kristin. I can just imagine the two of you on your leashes at my feet, licking my shoes together with your beautiful little asses raised and every inch of you on display. Please open up that case Fuck Pet”, Horny commanded.

The cute brown skinned Latina girl’s extra long modified tongue slid over her ringed lips as if she were a dog panting and long streams of saliva began to drip off the tip. No doubt she was well on her way to becoming someone’s animal. With the same glazed and mindless look in her eyes that the other girls had, she robotically opened the case to reveal a shiny leather arm binder. “Aww, looks like our cute Kristin will be going without her arms for the remainder of the show. A good cunt doesn’t need her arms anyway does she folks?” The crowd erupted in cheers and whistles at this notion as the assistant pulled my arms behind my back, painfully strapping them together before locking the cruel black arm binder in place. As she tightened the straps it forced my posture to be straight, thrusting my perky little tits out and causing my bells to jingle.

“You look like you’re in pain there Kristin”, he asked with pretend concern. “We haven’t hit the slave contract so there’s still a possibility that’s in your case and not the million dollars. If you kneel now and submit yourself, you only have to suffer the equipment you have on now for the rest of the evening, but you’ll be free to return to your life tomorrow. What do you say? Kneel or no kneel?”

The crowd went wild screaming “No kneel, No kneel!”

“I’m doing fine Sir”, I answered trying not to think about my quickly numbing arms or my aching nipples. “So no kneel Sir, I want that million dollars!”

“Very good Kristin, no one likes a quitter. Holes open up your case number 8”. The pale redhead with freckles covering her smooth skin popped open the case and inside was a picture of a tongue. “It looks like our Kristin is getting a little pleasure to counter her pain. Who says we here at Kneel or No Kneel don’t have a heart?” Holes took small steps toward me, walking carefully on her platforms. She knelt before me and gingerly raised my latex skirt to my hips, exposing my hairless little vagina. She gently pushed my legs apart, brushed strands of her long red hair from her face and began to flicker her expert tongue on my already swollen clit. It was so sensitive; I was so sensitive that it didn’t take long before I was struggling to keep my balance in the deep fog of my arousal and right on the edge of cumming. Just a little more, a little more please, please. Suddenly I heard Horny’s voice say “Stop Holes!” Holes immediately stopped and slid her soft tongue back in her mouth. “What’s the rule on orgasms everybody?” He said while holding his hand up to his ear.

“Cunts never cum without permission” the audience replied loudly.

“That’s right, even a brainless cunt like you Kristin knows not to cum without her Master’s permission. You weren’t going to cum were you?”

“No Sir”, I lied and he knew it. But that was part of the game. Holes slowly stood back up on her towering heels and wrapped her arm around my waist as Horny gestured to the remaining cases.

Horny turned to Holes and asked “so our fiery little cunt, how does she taste?”

Holes licked her lips and stared straight into the camera with the most seductive look she could muster. “She’s absolutely delicious Master”, she replied before being beckoned off the stage.

“It’s time for me to give you another chance to back out. Are you sure you want to risk that slave contract or do you want to kneel now and submit yourself for only one evening, the choice is yours”.

Once again the crowd began to chant “No kneel, no kneel, no kneel”.

I took a deep breath, the straps from my arm binder cutting into my sore shoulders and as I did, the bells attached to the weights that were dragging my nipples down obscenely gave a jingle. There I stood in front of millions of viewers with my wet pussy on display and my poor breasts and arms tortured. But I had come this far, I wasn’t about to give it up and I could almost smell that million dollars. “No kneel Sir”, I said with renewed confidence.

“No kneel it is!” He exclaimed to deafening applause from the audience. “Let’s get the next case open. I believe you wanted case 9”. He pointed at the tall brunette with tanned skin and long slender legs who had case 9 chained to her collar. “Not many people know this, but Ponycunt here was originally trained as a pony girl and no wonder, she has the perfect body for it, don’t you Ponycunt?”

“Yes Master, I love to serve my Master in any way I can”, she replied with a smile that made the bell attached to her nose ring jingle.

“Open up that case!” Horny commanded. Ponycunt flipped the latches and as she opened the lid I gazed in horror. The case contained stacks of money neatly bundled in rows. The crowd let out a collective groan and I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. I was heartbroken. “I’m so sorry little Kristin, you didn’t win the million dollars. Let’s see what was in your case”. Horny flipped the latches and opened the lid. As he did, I felt faint and dizzy and everything went black.

When I came to, the audience was gone and I was laying on my side on the stage, still in my restraints. As I glanced up toward the case I could see its contents; the slave contract. My life was over; I was now to be a slave. An owned thing to be modified, conditioned, trained, played with and bought and sold just like any other thing. I had gambled and lost. How could I have been so stupid and yet, despite my predicament, my future, I was still aroused. My clit ached and my pussy was pulsing with desire. My nipples ached and yet, seeing them stretched out, decorated made my insides flutter.

“Sorry you lost beautiful Kristin, but that’s show business”, Horny said was he helped me to my feet and held my waist as I tried to balance on my stripper heels. “So, in accordance with the agreement you signed before the show, you’ll be well used and broken in tonight, and tomorrow your new life will begin as we sell you off. I would enjoy your last moments of being called Kristin. I’m sure that such a rare little half breed beauty as you will be renamed to something more appropriate in no time”.

With that I felt his warm hand between my legs, his finger dipping in my wetness, my arousal betraying me and I knew that this was my life now. A doll to be touched and used and there was nothing I could do about it, for there was no one to blame for my future but me.

Up Next…Kneel or No Kneel Pt. 02

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Steve enjoys his new powers and gives his daughters some naughty abilities!

Mind-Control Panties

Story Fourteen: Slut Takes Charge

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

The figure stepped out of the mist and opened the front door of the house. For once, it wasn’t entering a public place. Even the house party it had visited a few panties ago had been open to all. So many youths had flooded in and out of that house, anyone could have entered unnoticed. But at this residence, anyone who didn’t belong would stand out.

Even the figure. The unremarkable, boring, plain figure would be obvious. However, this was the perfect place to plant its newest pair of panties.

The figure entered the house, moving with stealth. Every step quiet. It clutched the panties in its bony fingers, stroking them. They were black, cut narrow in the front and back, the waistband barely more than strings. There was a pattern of lace adorning the front of the panties, adding excitement to anyone who saw them. On the back were printed two words in gold, bold letters.

TOP BITCH.

The figure reached the stairs, the three people in the house were up there. It could hear their passion. Two of them were having sex. Daisy Jameson was the guest, the girlfriend of Isaac Collins, the boy pumping away at her twenty-year-old pussy. He slammed into her hard, building and building towards his orgasm.

The figure could feel the lust. It crept up the stairs, stroking the panties. It climbed higher and higher, every step placed with care. It couldn’t make a sound. It couldn’t alert anyone that it was here. On the second floor, it stared down the hallway. The nearest door was closed tight, a sign hanging on it that read “Kelly’s Room” centered in a red heart. This room belonged to Isaac’s younger sister, eighteen, virgin, even now struggling not to hear her brother’s amorous adventures with his girlfriend.

Lust trickled from her room, too.

The figure passed Kelly’s door and approached where all the sounds were coming from.

“Yes, yes, I’m almost there!” Daisy moaned on the edge of her orgasm.

The figure grabbed the doorknob. This was it. The most dangerous moment. It had planned out its every movement, searching the future and tailoring the mind-control panties to function properly at this exact moment.

The door creaked open.

The layout of Isaac’s bedroom gave it a short hallway before it opened up onto his room proper. It was to accommodate both his closet and the linen closet. The figure crept into the room, moving slow not to be noticed. The two youths were on the bed, the boy on top, driving his dick deep into his girlfriend’s pussy. Their clothes were scattered throughout the floor.

A pair of panties, almost entirely identical to the one clutched in the figure’s hand, lay fallen just feet away. The figure reached and reached.

“Yes!” Daisy moaned as her climax rippled through her. The figure could feel her lust bleeding out of her flesh, her emotional release vibrating through the air. “It’s safe! You can cum in me!”

Isaac growled, his muscular body flexing. He had short, brown hair, his attention wholly fixed on his girlfriend writhing on his dick. Her blonde hair spilled around her face, half-obscuring her vision so she didn’t notice the figure as it reached out and snagged her panties. It replaced them with the new pair, making sure the gold letters weren’t in view.

That would give the replacement away.

And then the figure slipped out of the room. It closed the door ever so carefully, listening to Isaac as he had his release. He spilled his jizz into his girlfriend’s pussy. Spurt after spurt of salty seed.

The figure quivered. Mortal lust, especially youthful passion, was addicting. But shaping it was even more delicious.

The door safely closed, it padded down the hall. It paused at the next door, Kelly’s door, needing to do one last thing. With delicate care, it sent mist into the small pinhole and unlocked the door. Then it cracked it open. Not enough to swing it open, but enough for it not to latch shut again. For the right disturbance to cause it to open.

Then the figure padded down the stairs, its trespass almost completed. It was dangerous for one of its kind to be caught on private property.

It could be trapped forever. At the will of the house’s owner.

The figure reached the front door, stepped out into its mist, and was gone.

Upstairs, Daisy came down from her orgasm, trembling in delight.

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Daisy Jameson

“God, you want to get something to eat?” Isaac said as he rolled off of me.

“Mmm, yeah,” I groaned, his cum leaking out of me. “Damn, that was good.”

“Yeah,” he said grinning. “Glad my parents aren’t going to be home for a while.” He’d called me to let me know. I didn’t mind skipping out my homework to come over and make him happy.

“You’re not worried about your little sister?” I asked as I rolled out of bed. I glanced at the thin wall separating this room from Kelly’s.

“It’s fine,” he said.

I didn’t argue. If he said it was fine…

I found it a little kinky that she heard us. It made it a little more exciting. Not that I really had any choice, I usually did whatever Isaac suggested. I liked obeying him. It was nice. Maybe I was submissive. Sometimes, I thought of being tied up…

“Why don’t we go to Outback,” he said. “Get some steak.”

“Sure,” I said, not really caring. Outback was fine. There were restaurants I liked more, but that was where he wanted to go.

“Maybe don’t wear your bra, either,” he said as I padded to my clothes. “You look good in that top without one on.”

My round breasts jiggled as I bent over to pick up my panties while I felt his eyes on my ass. “Sure,” I said, my face burning. “If that’s what you like.”

“God, you’re the best girlfriend,” he groaned. “I bet you’d let me do anal.”

I shivered as I said, “Probably. Would you like that?”

“Damn,” he groaned as I stepped into the panties. They tingled. I shuddered as I pulled them up, the strange, defiant rush rippling over me. “You’re just the best. After we got some food, we’ll come back here, make out, get you in the mood, and I’ll warm up that ass.”

“I guess,” I said, frowning. Why would I want to give him my ass? The rebellious thought flitted through my mind as I straightened up, dragging the panties up the last few inches. I pulled it over my ass, snapping the string waistband around my hips, the pair of panties settled just right.

Isaac bought them for me. He wanted me to wear them as much as possible. He liked seeing me in them.

“Top bitch?” he said. “When did that got written on the back of your panties?”

“How the fuck should I know?” I snapped at him, tired of his damn questions.

“Daisy?” he said, sounding shocked. “You okay?”

“I’m fucking fine,” I said, whirling around. “God, I don’t want to go to fucking Outback. Place blows. I want to find something else to do. Something else to enjoy.”

He frowned at me.

“God, your poor little sister is next door, probably masturbating her fucking pussy because she had to listen to us fuck. Then you want to go and get something to eat and leave her high and dry? God, you can be a dick.”

He spluttered, “My sister? What?”

I marched out of his bedroom, throwing open his door, my naked tits bouncing before me. This idea just filled me. Why did Kelly have to suffer because her brother wanted to get off? God, why was I even here? I was supposed to be working on my college assignment. But no, Isaac had the house all to himself and he wanted to fuck.

And because I was just some sort of spineless cunt and did what he said, I dropped everything to please him.

No fucking longer!

“Daisy, what’s wrong?” my whiny boyfriend called.

“Just tired of your shit,” I said. “I always have to do what you want, but what about what I want? Fucking time I took charge.”

I stopped before Kelly’s door, the cute sign hanging on it. I went to touch the doorknob, but the door slipped open on its own when I brushed it. Just an inch, not even opening enough to see inside. I pushed it open slowly and without making a sound. I was eager to see what I’d find in there. I grinned when I saw Kelly lying on her bed, her hand shoved down the front of her jeans. Her face was flushed.

“Well, well, well,” I purred, sauntering in, my panties soaking up the jizz leaking out of me. “You poor thing. Look what your asshole brother made you do.”

She squeaked as I spoke, her hand ripping out of her fly, her entire face going scarlet.

“Daisy!” she asked. Her eyes fell on my round breasts. “What are you…? I mean, don’t you knock!”

“Don’t stop flicking your bean,” I said. “It looked like you are having some fun. You were getting off in here while your brother nailed me, huh? Just picturing him fucking me. Imagining him putting his big dick into my cunt. That’s what you were doing, right?”

The eighteen-year-old girl stared at me, her eyes wide as saucers. They were green, so vibrant. Her brown hair fell in pigtails around her slender face. She had a petite body, her t-shirt tight around her small breasts, her nipples poking hard at the fabric. It didn’t look like she had on a bra.

“Yeah, you were jilling your cunt hard to him fucking me,” I said and smiled. “Go on, shove that hand back in there, you dirty, little slut. Finger yourself to me getting fucked.”

“Daisy!” she gasped, her shock rippling across her face.

I darted down and pinched her nipple through her top. “I said masturbate,” I hissed, twisting her nub. “I’m tired of everyone thinking they can ignore me. You’re going to do what I say, aren’t you, little slut?”

“Daisy?” Isaac asked.

I shot a look over my shoulder. My boyfriend stood in the doorway in his boxers. “You, back to your room. I don’t fucking need you in here. I’m having a conversation with your little sister. Maybe it’s your turn to have to listen. Have to suffer while your sibling gets off with me.”

His jaw dropped.

“I told you to get into the other fucking room. Do I have to make you?” I asked, twisting his little sister’s nipple.

She squeaked when she thrust her hand back into her jeans. She started masturbating herself just like I told her to. Such a good girl. My pussy clenched, this wicked heat rippling through me. I stared at her lips. They were plump. Lush. Perfect lips for eating pussy.

A naughty tingle raced across my skin.

I glanced back at my boyfriend, his cock tenting the front of his boxers. There was a wet spot caused by my pussy juices soaking through the fabric.

“If you ever want to touch my cunt again, you get your fucking ass back into your bedroom, sit on your bed, and listen while I use your little sister. She’s just aching for it. She’s a little dyke whore just begging to eat my cunt. Right?”

“I… I…” the girl gasped. “I don’t know. It’s all so confusing, Daisy.”

“Miss Daisy,” I said, shuddering. “That’s what you call me. Right, little slut? God, I want to peel off my panties, sit on your face, and make you lick your brother’s jizz right out of my cunt. Is that what you want me to do?”

The panties I wore tingled, the ripple caressing my skin. It shot down my arm to my finger pinching her nub.

The little girl gasped and fingered her twat faster. “I want to do whatever you want, Miss Daisy. Promise.”

I glanced back at the door. Issac still stood there.

Anger swelled in me. “I swear to god, if you make me march over there and force you out of here, you will never touch my cunt again. I can find other guys to fuck me when I want. They’ll be lining up to enjoy my pussy, and your little sister will be more than happy to lick their cum out of my twat. Won’t you, my good, little dyke?”

“Yes, Miss Daisy,” panted the girl.

“You hear that? How sweet she is? I want the joy of riding her mouth. So get gone, Isaac, before I get pissed off.”

Isaac swallowed and slouched away. Like a good boy, he headed to his bedroom and closed the door. I heard the bed springs creak, knowing he’d sat down. He would pull out his cock, soaked with my pussy cream, and jerk it. He would be thinking about me riding his little sister’s face, grinding my cunt on her mouth and making her lick out every last drop of his jizz.

“Let me see you naked, little dyke,” I said. “I’ve enjoyed your brother, now I want to see what you have. I bet you’re just a sexy little bitch underneath your clothes.”

“Yes!” she gasped. “I’m sexy. I got boobs. See!”

She ripped her hands out of her jeans, her fingers coated in her sticky juices. A wonderful, spicy musk filled my nose, different from my sweet aroma. She grasped the hem of her baby-doll t-shirt and ripped it up.

Just as I thought, she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Her small breasts had a nice bit of plumpness to them, A-cups, but on the verge of something bigger. Her nipples were hard, thrusting from small areolas. They were barely more than rings of pink around those hard nubs. Then she wiggled her hips, her fingers shoving into the waistband of her jeans. She lifted her ass to push them down, her legs thrusting up in the air. She kicked off her jeans, exposing her lithe legs. She had a pink pair of panties with bands of white lace down the crotch.

Those came off next.

I groaned at the sight of the soft down of light-brown hair adorning her pubic mound. Juices coated them, little beads of liquid diamond. Panties off, she shoved her hands back between her thighs, rubbing at her twat. She must be a virgin. I bet she still had her hymen.

I groaned, looking at her mouth.

“Have you eaten pussy before?” I asked, pinching her nipple again. This time, there was no t-shirt and the way.

“No,” she panted. “I’ll do it for you, Miss Daisy.”

I shuddered, loving how the tingles rippled from my pussy. From my panties. The sensation seemed to travel through me into Kelly, making her just perfect. Just what I needed. Doing things my way was so much better than being that pathetic, submissive creature I used to be. I had no idea why I ever had fantasies of being tied up. Why did I just do whatever Isaac wanted?

God, I was about to let him fuck me up the ass without getting anything out of it.

Where was the fun in that?

I straddled Kelly’s head, staring into her green eyes. My round breasts swayed before me. “Pull my panties to the side, and then I’ll plant my cunt right on that hot, little mouth of yours, dyke. I want you to lick all your brother’s jizz out of me. Then I want you to make me cum. And don’t you dare stop rubbing that hot twat of yours.”

“I won’t, Miss Daisy!”

“You won’t eat my cunt?” I hissed. “Is that what you said?”

She squeaked in fright.

I laughed. “I know what you meant. I’m just fucking with you. I can be a bit of a bitch, can’t I?”

She hesitated. She had no idea how to answer that.

“Just pull my panties aside because I need to get my twat eaten. I want to feel you licking out every bit of your brother’s cum. He’s in the other room jacking it right now, just picturing you doing this. He wishes he could see it. Don’t you, Issac?”

“Yeah,” I heard through the walls.

“Yeah, what?” I demanded.

“Yeah, Miss Daisy!”

I smiled as Kelly pulled my panties to the side. This was perfect. I planted my furred muff right on that sweet girl’s mouth. It was time to get what I wanted.

My new little dyke slut licked me just like I wanted. It was wonderful to feel her tongue sliding through my folds and gathering up her brother’s jizz. My hands darted down, grabbing her nipples while she fingered her virgin twat. She rubbed her digits up and down her slit while groaning into my cunt.

I twisted both her nubs, tweaking them, loving how she gasped and squealed into my cunt.

It was amazing. I groaned, not hiding my pleasure, my breasts swaying before me as her tongue darted through my folds. She reached into me, scooping out all that wonderful jizz inside my snatch. It was so amazing.

I shuddered, clenching down on my cunt to squeeze out more and more of her brother’s cum. It poured into her mouth. It was so hot knowing that this little dyke was eating her brother’s incestuous seed out of me.

It was worth letting him fire his cum into me to have this delight.

“That’s it, you naughty little dyke slut,” I purred. “Do you like it when I twist your nipples? Do you like it when I do this?”

She gasped as I pulled on her right nipple, stretching her little breasts taut. When I released it, her nipples snapped back, her firm breasts jiggling. She moaned into my cunt pressed firmly down on her mouth. Her fingers rubbed harder at her pussy, sliding up and down her slit. The brown curls of her bush spilled about her digits.

“Yeah, you like that,” I said, stretching out her left nipple. I loved how she squealed into my cunt, her tongue lapping faster and faster at my pussy lips. She devoured me with such hunger. Such desire to do what I wanted and please me. I shuddered, savoring it.

“Mmm, yeah, you’re going to lick my cunt clean of your brother’s spunk whenever I want. Right?”

“Yes, Miss Daisy!” she moaned into my snatch.

“Good,” I panted, my pleasure rippling through me. “Now get that tongue deep inside of me. Lick out every drop of your brother’s cum. He fired so much jizz into me. You have to lick it all out. Ooh, aren’t you a lucky, little dyke?”

“Yes, I am, Miss Daisy!”

I savored her submission. My blonde hair danced around my shoulders. I groaned, grinding my pussy onto her face. I loved the feel of her tongue caressing my labia. Her lips brushed my clit. I felt her little nose rubbing into my taint.

I trembled, all this pleasure surging through me. She was building and building me towards an amazing climax. Something far, far better than just experiencing a little dick in my cunt.

I was taking charge of my pleasure.

I grabbed both her nipples, stretching out her tits. I loved how she squealed into my cunt. Her moans vibrated against my labia, my clit throbbing and aching. My pussy clenched, squeezing more and more of her brother’s cum into her hungry mouth. Her lush lips latched onto my pussy and sucked.

I gasped at her ingenuity. It felt incredible, my back arching. My breasts swayed before me, jiggling with their plumpness.

“That’s it,” I groaned, trembling. I stared at her fingers sliding through her brown bush and rubbing at her hot cunt. “Ooh, I’m going to cum so goddamn hard on your mouth. You are going to drown in my fucking cream. Yeah, you want my sweet delight, you little muff-diving slut. Just buff my hardwood floors! Yes!”

Her tongue fluttered more and more. She brushed my clit again and again. Wonderful sparks of pleasure surged through me. It was intense. Amazing. I tugged hard on her nipples, loving her squeals.

This was it. I was rising towards that amazing climax. Little stars danced before my eyes. Her tongue thrust deep into my cunt and wiggled around. I heard her groaning like she was aching for more cum to lick out of me. Her enthusiasm set me off.

I came.

My cunt spasmed around her probing tongue. I felt my juices gushing out, bathing her. The sweet scent of my cream filled my nose. She gasped, her body trembling on the bed. Her legs spasmed. I realized she was joining me in climactic delight.

Drinking my pussy cream had set her off.

I loved it. This eighteen-year-old muff-diver feasted on me. She licked and lapped up the juices flooding out of me. The waves of pleasure felt so intense as they swept through my body. They sloshed over my mind, stars bursting across my vision. I groaned, my eyes fluttering. I savored every moment of it.

It was amazing. I wiggled my hips from side to side, grinding my cunt on her mouth. She kept licking me. Her tongue sparked new pleasure in me, keeping my bliss alive.

“Oh, god, your fucking little sister’s making me cum again, Isaac!” I moaned. “Fuck, my orgasms are coming one after the other. Your little sister was born to eat pussy. God, she’s good!”

The girl feasted on me. Wave after wave of pleasure swept through my body. They crashed into my mind. I was dizzy with euphoria. I twisted and pinched her nipples, playing with them as I swayed atop her. My pussy lips and clit grew more and more sensitive with every wonderful spasm of pleasure that rippled through me. My tits heaved.

I loved it.

I ground my twat on her until I couldn’t take any more of her hunger. She kept rubbing her naughty cunt while she devoured me. She flicked her tongue across my pussy lips then thrust deep into my twat and swirled around. She teased me. Loved me.

“You were born to devour cunt,” I panted. “You did a fucking amazing job, little dyke.”

“Thank you… Miss… Daisy…,” she panted.

I rose off her, leaving her lying in a daze and soaked by my pussy cream. My juices had run down her cheeks to her brown hair. She looked so happy at the same time. I shuddered, savoring it. I adjusted my naughty panties back in place and marched out of Kelly’s room.

I burst into Isaac’s bedroom a second later to get the rest of my clothes. He was panting on the bed, several wads of balled up tissue around him. He was still stroking his dick, staring at me in awe.

“Good thing for you I like making your sister eat your cum out of my cunt,” I purred. “You’re going to get a taste of my pussy again. What do you say?”

“Thank you, Miss Daisy,” he panted.

I grinned at him.

I sauntered out of his house, feeling amazing.

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

The next morning, I strutted to my college, leaving my mother shuddering on the kitchen floor with a vibrator shoved up her cunt. She was another woman that turned out to be an amazing pussy licker. It was hot feeling her lap my older brother’s cum out of me. I left him tied up in his room with instructions for Mom to free him if and when she felt like it.

I hinted that maybe she should go for a ride on his dick or mouth, enjoy him and make him pay before she let him go.

I felt like a million bucks as I sauntered down the street, my jean skirt swaying about my ass, my breasts bouncing in the tied-off shirt I wore. I had something naughty on beneath my skirt. A big delight. My breasts jiggled and bounced in my blouse, ripe and firm. I strutted, my pussy tingling, just aching to get to classes and have some fun.

There were so many girls with boyfriends I wanted to play with. So many pathetic guys I wanted to hear beg and plead with me. I wanted them on their knees, groaning for me to let them cum. Let them enjoy their girlfriends again. It would be so exciting. Everyone needed to learn I was top bitch of our college.

I strutted into the building like I owned it, my eyes flicking around. I smiled when my boyfriend darted up, pulling Kelly along behind him. They both stared up at me with worship. Kelly licked her pink lips while her brother had a huge hardon. It was clear my pathetic boyfriend wanted to fuck me again so I could make his little sister lick me clean. Maybe I should find another guy to fuck me instead. Kelly wouldn’t care whose cum she ate out of me, but it was hotter when it was her brother’s.

Incest made it so naughty.

And then I spotted Rachel wearing those tight-ass jeans. I had a surprise I wanted to show her.

“There you are, cutie,” I said, striding past my boyfriend and his little sister. “Damn, you are rocking that ass, Rachel.”

Rachel turned around, blinking at me. She was a Black girl with light-brown skin. She had slender hips and large breasts filling out a belly shirt that left her flat stomach bare. Her boyfriend, Steve, stood beside her. He was a tall Black guy on our college’s basketball team, his hair braided into long cornrows.

“Yeah, those tits are nice, too,” I said, grinning. “If you strip naked, I’ll let you suck on what I have beneath my skirt.”

Rachel glanced down and blinked. Other people were noticing the bulge I had tenting my skirt, a naughty item I had my mom buy for me last night. It was so hot sauntering to college with it on. My pussy clenched down on the end inside of me, savoring its girth.

“Oh, Daisy?” Rachel said, flicking her eyes up to my face. “Is that a dildo you have stuffed in your skirt?”

“And if you want to suck on it, you better show me those big tits and that cute fucking ass of yours,” I said, my hand lashing out. I shoved it right underneath her belly shirt to squeeze her tits through her bra. “I mean it, I want to be obeyed. Right the fuck now!”

“Jesus,” Steve groaned, his hand reaching for my wrist.

I glanced at him. “You touch a single bit of me, and you’ll never get your dick suck by another girl again, let alone by Rachel. She’ll be too busy keeping her mouth glued to my cunt to ever suck your little pecker!”

Steve froze, sensing the power of my eyes. God, everyone in the college needed to understand. I owned them. Their cocks, their pussies, their asses. All mine. I wanted to have fun with them, so they needed to submit. I was tired of being everyone’s doormat. No more submission, just taking what I wanted.

Right now, I wanted to fuck a black girl with my new dildo.

I squeezed and massaged Rachel’s breast, staring into her eyes. “Ain’t that right? If your boyfriend touches me, you won’t ever suck his dick again? Let alone give him any more of that sweet cunt of yours.” I licked my lips. “But it’s not as sweet as mine.”

“Miss Daisy has the sweetest cunt,” Kelly moaned, darting up beside me. “You should be getting naked. You don’t want to make her mad. She will punish you. You don’t want that. If you’re good, she’ll give you pleasure. I licked all of my brother’s cum out of her pussy last night.”

I grinned at the eighteen-year-old dyke. “Yes, she did. Tell you what, Rachel, if you strip naked right this second and don’t give me any fucking lip, I’ll let her suck on your cunt while you suck on my dildo. How does that sound?”

Tingles rippled out of me like I was still wearing those panties from yesterday. Rachel shuddered, her eyes widening. Then she asked me, “She’s that good, huh?”

“Little dyke was born to eat muff,” I purred. “One. Two.”

Rachel stared at me, realizing she didn’t want me to reach three. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and ripped it up, exposing my hand gripping what turned out to be a lilac-hued bra, a nice bit of white lace around the edges, a little bow in the two cups. Her large breasts jiggled, her eyes wild. I smiled, grinning.

“Steve, you better hold all your girlfriend’s clothes. Just stand there and watch as I use her. If you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll let you have some scraps. You know, let her suck on your dick again. But if you say one word, well, I’ll find something to shove into your mouth. Something you won’t like at all.”

He swallowed.

Boys were so easy to control. You just promised them a chance of getting their dicks sucked, and they would do whatever you wanted. Tell them they wouldn’t get any at all, and they would be terrified. I loved it.

“And you, Isaac, you keep being a good boy, and I’ll let you fuck my pussy today. After all, your little sister needs to lick someone’s cum out of my pussy. Maybe it should be my favorite boy. In fact, while Rachel’s sucking on my dildo, you’ll rim my asshole. How does that sound?”

“Perfect, Miss Daisy,” my boyfriend groaned, rubbing at his hardon through his jeans.

I smiled. So easy to control.

Students were gathering, watching as Rachel unfastened her jeans and wiggled them off her slender hips. She had matching panties, cut high and with a narrow triangle plunging down to cup her pussy. She was obviously shaved, maybe just a landing strip hidden under the dainty garment.

I was eager to find out as she stepped out of this jeans.

Kelly didn’t even need to be told to strip. She was already getting naked, staring at Rachel with as much lust as me. It was clear the little girl was eager to suck on another cunt. She wanted to drink all of Rachel’s passion.

My pussy clenched on my dildo.

I groaned as Rachel reached behind her to unfasten her bra. Those lush, light-brown titties came into view. They were so big and soft, swaying with her every movement. Her nipples were short but fat, thrusting from wide, dark-brown areolas. She handed her bra to her boyfriend who held it with the rest of her clothing, staring at her in hope. He, too, had a hardon.

All the boys did.

Rachel slid down her panties and stepped out of them. She handed them to her boyfriend. I caught a glimpse of the crotch dark with a wet spot. Then I glanced at her cunt. As I thought, she was shaved. She had thick pussy lips thrusting out of her vulva, pink in the middle and dark on the outside. She groaned as she fell to her knees, staring up at me. Her hands grabbed my skirt, pushing it up and up.

“Kelly, suck on her cunt,” I commanded.

“Yes, Miss Daisy,” my boyfriend’s little sister moaned. The naked and nubile girl fell to her knees and slid her head between Rachel’s thighs. The Black girl settled her twat down on Kelly’s face. The eighteen-year-old dyke moaned in delight. I could hear licking and lapping as she feasting on Rachel’s snatch.

“Oh, yes, Miss Daisy, she is an amazing muff-diver!” panted Rachel. She licked her lips. “I’ll suck so hard on your dildo.”

“Good. Get it nice and wet because I’m fucking your ass with it next.”

She shuddered and nodded.

She shoved the jean skirt up and over my waist. The pink shaft spilled out. It was rubbery, one end shoved deep into my cunt. As it moved, it had these wonderful ridges that massaged my labia and clit. Sparks flared through me. My nipples rubbed hard against my tight blouse. I decided to pop that off, showing everyone my round and beautiful tits. I wiggled my hips, knowing that my heart-shaped ass beckoned to my boyfriend.

Like the good boy he was, I felt his hands prying my butt-cheeks apart. A moment later, his face nuzzled between them. His tongue licked hot across my asshole. I groaned in delight, staring down at Rachel as she seized the end of my dildo. She brought it to her lips which caused it to shift around inside of me.

Two different pleasures rippled through me.

The Black girl swallowed the end of the pink dildo, her thick lips sliding down it. Her boyfriend and the rest of the students watched her, her big tits swaying as she worked her mouth up and down that shaft. I shifted the dildo around in my pussy, the ridges massaging my labia and clit while the shaft inside of me teased my cunt’s silky walls. I groaned, my butt-cheeks squeezing around my boyfriend’s face. His tongue swirled around my asshole.

What a treat.

Isaac devoured my asshole with relish, his tongue running up and down and around in circles about my sphincter. He did such naughty things to me, sending delight melting down to my pussy clenching around one half of the dildo. Even though I couldn’t feel Rachel’s lips sliding up and down the pink shaft, her movement shifted the toy around inside me. It massaged my inner walls, my labia, and my clit.

I purred in delight, my fingers running through her dark curls, gripping her hair as she bobbed her mouth up and down that dildo, soaking it in her spit. She was getting it ready for me to fuck her up the ass while Kelly devoured her cunt. The eighteen-year-old slut was feasting on the Black girl.

It was such a delicious sight to witness.

“Yeah, that’s it, get the dildo soaking wet for your asshole,” I panted. “You’ll be such a good slut, won’t you? You’re going to let me fuck you up the ass, aren’t you?”

Rachel moaned, nodding her head.

I gasped, her movement pressing the end deeper into my pussy while rubbing the shaft into my clit. Delight built and built inside of me, my body shaking. I realized I was going to get an orgasm just from this.

Amazing.

My asshole tingled as Isaac’s hands squeezed my rump. He massaged my butt while his tongue danced and fluttered around my asshole. He rimmed me. Then he sealed his lips around my sphincter and sucked. I gasped, my pussy clenching so hard on the end of the dildo buried inside of me.

“Dirty fucker,” I panted. “Damn, Isaac, you’re just worshiping my fucking asshole, aren’t you?”

“You taste so good, Miss Daisy,” he panted, his voice muffled by my butt-crack.”

“Yeah, you’re going to be my little anal bitch, aren’t you?” I groaned. “My little boy toy who’ll always eat my ass out whenever I want. I mean, you did want to do anal. Mmm, and we’re doing it. You’re going to be such a good boyfriend and do that, aren’t you?”

“Whenever you need me to,” he panted. “I just want to love you, Miss Daisy. Worship you. You’re my girl, after all.”

“I’m your bitch,” I growled. “I’m the cunt you worship. Right?”

“See how much I worship you,” he groaned and then pressed his tongue against my asshole.

My anal ring parted. I shuddered as his tongue swirled around inside of me. He wanted to enjoy my asshole, and now he was. His tongue was reaching deep into me. I groaned, savoring the wicked sensation. It was so naughty. It was making my pussy clenched on that dildo. I gripped Rachel’s hair as I shuddered.

My round breasts jiggled while the entire student body watched. Steve stood there, holding Rachel’s clothes like a good, sissy bitch. Beside him was his friend Jim and his girlfriend Anna. The blonde had wide eyes as she stared at me, her hips wiggling back and forth. Did she want to have Kelly eating her pussy? Did she want to suck on my dildo and get it ready to fuck her ass?

“Anna, get naked,” I panted. “You look like you need to masturbate, so fucking do it. Right here, right now.”

“Yes, Miss Daisy,” Anna moaned. The blonde ripped up her V-neck blouse, exposing a blue bra. I shuddered, Rachel sucking harder on the dildo, shifting and stirring it around inside of my pussy. My clit burst with sparks as Anna’s round tits came into sight.

They had such a perkiness to them. They were firm. A delicious pair of melons. She shoved her clothes into her boyfriend’s hands. He took them without complaint, staring at her as she then attacked her skinny jeans. Zipper rasped. She was wiggling them off, exposing the red thong she wore. She had to be shaved to wear something like that. I loved it. I licked my lips, my asshole tingling from my boyfriend rimming me. He fucked his tongue in and out of me as Anna stepped out of her jeans.

The blonde did something absolutely delightful. She spun around, bent over, and pointed her ass at me. God, she had a cute tush. She then shoved her fingers into the waistband of her thong and peeled it off. I groaned at the glimpse of her brown asshole and then her juicy pussy came into sight. She had a tight slit with just a hint of her pink inner lips peeking out. She was juicy. She wiggled at me, peeling her panties farther and farther down her legs. Then she was rubbing herself. Fingering herself.

“Oh, God, I’ve become so wet from watching you, Miss Daisy,” Anna moaned, her fingers pumping in and out of her.

“Damn, that’s a hot pussy,” I panted. “Jim, do you like to fuck her?”

“She’s amazing,” he panted, his hands clutching her clothes. All save her thong, which was there bunched around her ankles. The panties’ material was stretched by her legs spread wide. I shuddered, loving the sight of the girl plunging her fingers in and out of her cunt. My asshole clenched down on Isaac’s probing tongue while the heat built and built in my pussy. My clit throbbed against the dildo.

“How much money you got on you, Jim?” I asked after a wild idea popped into my head.

“I got sixty-five dollars,” he said, staring at me. “Why?”

“I want you to choose a guy here, any guy but Steve and Isaac, and pay them sixty-five dollars to fuck Anna. You’ll press the money into his hand, staring him in the eye, and say, ‘Will you please, please, fuck my girlfriend with your dick because I’m too much of a pussy to do it myself.’”

“What?” he groaned.

“Oh, do it,” Anna moaned, fingering her twat. “If you don’t obey Miss Daisy, then she won’t ever let you fuck me. You have to let another guy fuck me if you ever want to enjoy my cunt again.”

“She’s right,” I said. I grinned, loving being a bitch. “She’ll never fuck you again.”

“Damn,” Jim said. He pulled out the money and looked around. Then he spotted Hank. He was a tall guy dating Vanessa. Jim went over to Hank, pulled out the money, and said, “Will you please, please, fuck my girlfriend with your dick because I’m too much of a pussy to do it myself.”

Hank took the money and grinned. “Be glad to fuck your girlfriend for you, pussy.”

I shuddered, loving my power as Hank unfastened his jeans. Anna quivered, turning to aim her cunt at him. She pumped her fingers faster and faster in and out of her twat, her juices spilling over her wrist. I shuddered, my own orgasm building and building. Rachel sucked so hard and loud on the dildo. She was so eager to please me. She whimpered and moaned, grinding on Kelly’s hungry mouth.

Isaac sucked on my asshole again. I gasped, shuddering. Then I smiled as Hank pulled out his cock. It was a big one. Thick and large, perfect for stretching out Anna’s tight cunt.

She ripped her fingers out of her pussy and moaned over her shoulder, “Fuck me with that big dick. God, I want you to fuck me so many times, Hank. Ooh, Jim, watch as he fucks me. You’re too much of a pussy to do this.”

Jim just swallowed and watched. He rubbed Anna’s clothes into his crotch, masturbating his cock through his jeans as Hank pressed his cock against Anna’s pussy. Jim groaned as the other guy plunged his hardon into Anna’s cunt.

I shuddered as Anna squealed.

I was on the verge of my own orgasm, getting off on arranging things just the way I wanted. Isaac sucked on my asshole while the dildo stirred around inside my cunt. My pussy walls drank it in while sparks burst off my clit. The sensations built and built the heat inside of me.

Rachel squealed around the dildo.

Kelly moaned in delight. It was obvious that Rachel was cumming on the younger girl now. The Black coed was drenching Isaac’s little sister. I just knew Kelly was enjoying it. She was drinking down all that pussy cream and reveling in the passion flooding her mouth. I quivered, on the verge of cumming while Anna gasped out loud with her own rapture.

As her head shook from side to side, Rachel stirred the dildo around inside my cunt. My clit throbbed against the shifting dildo. The stimulation was incredible, meeting with the bliss my submissive boyfriend gave my asshole. His tongue swept around inside me, rimming me, teasing me.

“Yes!” I gasped, my breasts heaving. “Oh, yes, that’s it. You’re all my bitches. You’ll serve me.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Anna moaned, rocking back into Hank’s hard thrusts. “You keep giving me hung guys to fuck me, and I’ll be yours. I need dicks so much bigger than the little one my pussy-boyfriend can give me.”

“Sorry,” Jim groaned, watching as Hank satisfied his girlfriend.

My orgasm exploded through me.

The waves of pleasure rippled through my body. My cunt spasmed around the dildo, juices gushing out and soaking it. I gripped Rachel’s head, shoving her mouth farther down the shaft, letting her spit really coat the toy. I was so ready to fuck her hard with it. I would pound her asshole with all my force. My own bowels spasmed around Isaac’s probing tongue. His hands kneaded my rump.

Pleasure swept across my mind. It was a wonderful rush, a preview for the true passion that would come when I fucked the Black girl’s ass. I pound her with powerful strokes. Just thinking about it had me cumming even harder, my pussy spasming with wild passion around the dildo shifting inside of me.

“Oh, god, get in position, you sexy bitch,” I hissed. “Part those butt-cheeks. I want to fuck you so hard. Steve, beg me to pound your girlfriend’s asshole.”

“Fuck my girlfriend in the ass,” moaned Steve. “Please, Miss Daisy. She needs to be fucked hard. Harder than I can give it to her.”

“That’s right because you’re just a pussy like Jim. You’re going to find big, throbbing dicks to fuck your girlfriend’s pussy and asshole. Then she’ll suck you off as your reward. How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” Steve groaned. “Whatever you want, Miss Daisy.”

“We serve you, Miss Daisy!” moaned Vanessa, squeezing her tits while her boyfriend fucked Anna’s cunt.

“Vanessa, you’ll find hot pussy for your boyfriend’s dick. You love doing that. Eager to find him sluts to fuck all the time, aren’t you?” I don’t know why I was being so nice to Hank, but he was making Anna squeal in delight. Giving orders was satisfying all these perverse desires flooding through me.

“Of course I will,” panted Vanessa. “Honey, pound Anna with that big dick. I just know how much you’re stretching her out. Oh, god, she’s going to cum so fucking hard.”

“I am!” gasped Anna. “Oh, hey, keep slamming into me.”

“Bust your nut in her.” I panted. “Just spurt all your jizz in her cunt. Knock her up while her fucking pathetic, pussy-whipped boyfriend watches.”

“Yeah, knock up my girlfriend,” Jim moaned, rubbing Anna’s soak thong into his crotch.

“Miss Daisy, fuck my asshole,” Rachel moaned.

Her moans drew my attention to her. She was kneeling before me, her dark fingers prying apart her chocolate butt-cheeks. Her sphincter was nestled between them, beckoning. Kelly was lying nearby, panting, a glazed look in her eyes. She had pussy cream all across her face.

She’d never looked happier.

As I fell to my knees behind Rachel, ripping my asshole from Steve’s licking mouth, I groaned, “Kelly, find some pussy to lick. Any girl you want.”

“I want your pussy, Miss Daisy,” she moaned.

“It’s not full of cum now, is it?” I said, grinning.

The girl shook her head.

Then Anna squealed in delight. She trembled, pussy juices gushing out around the thick cock plowing into her. I watched Hank slamming hard and deep in her. He buried to the hilt in her and then growled himself. His balls were twitching between his thighs. From my kneeling position, I could see them. He was flooding Anna’s cunt. He was pumping her full of all that baby-making spunk.

I whimpered in delight.

“Oh, God, he’s spurting his spunk in my cunt,” panted the blonde. “Oh, Jim, another guy is doing what you should be. He’s filling me with all his cum.”

“I want to lick out this pussy next,” Kelly moaned, her tongue dancing over lips.

“Then you enjoy her,” I said, not a tremble racing through me. This was also hot. My cunt clenched down on the dildo. I grabbed it and aimed it at Rachel’s asshole.

“Hank, you got to come fuck Desiree, next,” Vanessa moaned. She held the Hispanic girl’s arm. Desiree was tall and slender, her cheeks flaming dark. “You just got to fuck her hard, Hank. It’ll be so hot.”

Hank pulled his cock out of Anna’s pussy. As he turned to face the Hispanic girl, Kelly darted in and latched her mouth over Anna’s pussy. The blonde shuddered, receiving a new pleasure while Kelly moaned her delight.

I was getting so distracted, but it was so much fun telling people what to do. Seeing all the naughty actions playing out. Already Vanessa was unfastening the Hispanic girl’s jeans. Desiree whimpered while they were yanked down. She shuddered, her eyes staring at Hank’s massive dick.

I had to try him out soon.

My asshole tingled as I pressed the dildo against Rachel’s sphincter. Isaac had done a good job licking me. He’d shown me that anal was actually a lot of fun. I glanced back at him, giving him a speculative look. He was rubbing his cock through his jeans, his eyes locked on me. I loved the passion in them. He was such a devoted boy toy.

“Tell you what,” I said. “If you can find a girl willing to let you stick your dick in her cunt for a moment to lube up, then you can fuck my asshole.”

“Yes!” he groaned, unzipping.

I turned back to Rachel, staring at the pink dildo nuzzling into her asshole. I shuddered as I pressed forward. Doing that put pressure on my clit. The ridged parts of the strapless toy rubbed on my labia and my bud. Sparks burst inside of me. My cunt clenched down on the end buried into my depths.

I whimpered, the pleasure spilling through me. This was also exciting. I stared down at Rachel’s asshole, watching her anal ring widen and widen. It engulfed the tip of the dildo. I slid into her asshole’s depths.

“Holy fucking shit!” Rachel groaned as I pressed the dildo forward.

It was incredible to feel the toy grinding my clit. My cuntlips. Driving that dildo into Rachel’s anal depths massaged my naughty bits. The resistance of her bowels pressed the dildo even deeper into my cunt’s depths. Pleasure rippled through me as her asshole swallowed more and more of the pink shaft.

I gave a final thrust and buried to the hilt in her.

“Who is going to let me stick my dick in their cunt?” my boyfriend asked.

Girl sniggered.

“Please, I need to fuck Miss Daisy in the ass.”

“I don’t want that sissy dick anywhere near me,” said Vanessa. “Only my Hank gets to fuck me. And he’s busy fucking Desiree.”

“Yes!” Desiree moaned, pressed up against the lockers and getting pounded from behind already. Hank moved fast.

“Kelly!” my boyfriend shouted. He darted to his little sister.

I drew back my hips and then slammed forward, burying the dildo deep into Rachel’s asshole. My crotch smacked into her dark butt-cheeks, making them jiggle and squirm. The dildo pressed so deep into my cunt and hard against my clit. Delight burst through me.

“Yes!” I gasped.

“Kelly, please, let me stick my dick into your pussy,” gasped my boyfriend. “I need to lube my cock.”

His little sister pulled her mouth away from Anna’s cunt while I kept thrusting my dildo in and out of Rachel’s asshole. “No! I’m a lesbian! I only like to lick pussy.”

“Wouldn’t you like to lick my cum out of Miss Daisy’s asshole?” he asked. He stroked himself. “Don’t you want to taste that delight? An anal, lezzie slut like you would savor it. Love it.”

“I don’t know…” the girl said, biting her pussy-stained, lower lip. “Miss Daisy! Should I?”

“Do whatever the fuck you want, little slut,” I panted, plunging my hips forward. “I’m having fun fucking Rachel’s ass here.”

“Yes, yes, you’re fucking my asshole, Miss Daisy!” the Black slut moaned.

“I guess you can,” Kelly finally said. “Just hurry out. Don’t soak in it any longer.”

“I won’t,” her pathetic older brother said.

He fell to his knees before her, his cock smacking into her rump. I pumped away at Rachel’s asshole, pleasure bursting from my clit every time I hammered into her bowels. Isaac placed his cock against his little sister’s pussy and thrust. The girls squealed, and I realized he just had taken her virginity, popping her cherry with ease.

A naughty passion surging through me.

I reveled in this moment, hearing the girl moan and gasp from being deflowered. Her hips rotated from side to side, stirring her brother’s big dick around inside of her. He groaned, soaking his cock in his little sister so he could fuck my asshole.

My pussy clenched tight around the dildo.

I loved this. I savored being the top bitch in my college. I would have so much naughty fun. I hammered Rachel’s asshole, slamming hard into her. Her chocolate-brown butt-cheeks rippled in waves. It was so naughty to witness. Such a rush. I loved every moment of it. I couldn’t get enough of it. I gripped her hips, my pale fingers squeezing into her dark flesh.

“God, yes, you’re such an anal slut for me, aren’t you, Rachel?” I panted.

“Yes, Miss Daisy!” she moaned, wiggling her hips. “Oh, yes, this is amazing! I want to cum so hard on your dildo, Miss Daisy. Oh, yes, yes!”

“Okay, you been in long enough, Isaac,” Kelly panted into Anna’s pussy. “Get your disgusting dick out of me. Go fuck Miss Daisy. I want her full of so much cum so I can lick it all out of her.”

“Yes, Kelly,” groaned my sissy boyfriend. He ripped his dick out and spun around, his cock gleaming with incestuous fluids. He darted over to me and fell to his knees behind me.

I groaned as I drew back my hips. I pressed my butt-cheeks into the slippery cock. He slid down into my crack and found my asshole. I thrust forward before he could ram into me. He gasped, chasing me. I drove the dildo deep into Rachel’s asshole, my clit bursting with sparks. Then Isaac’s cock found my asshole. He pressed against as I drew back.

I fucked my asshole down my boyfriend’s cock. I groaned as my anal ring swallowed his dick. This wonderful heat swept through me, feeling as delicious as the pleasure churning in my cunt. He groaned, his arms sweeping around me, holding me.

So pathetic, like I was his security blanket or an Anime body pillow he had to clutch.

I undulated my hips, working my asshole up and down his greased cock while I fucked a dildo in and out of Rachel’s tight asshole. It was all such a rush. The sensations from the dildo shifting in my pussy and from Isaac’s cock reaming my anal sheath mixed and swirled, feeding my orgasm. Isaac grunted and groaned, clearly savoring my velvety depths.

“Oh, yes, thank you, Miss Daisy!” he moaned. “I hope my cock is giving you so much pleasure.”

“It’s all right,” I panted, squeezing my bowels down tight as I thrust forward. His cock slid out of my asshole while the dildo vanished into Rachel’s anal sheath. I sodomized her hard as I worked my backdoor up and down Isaac’s dick.

I panted, shuddering, coming closer and closer to my orgasm. It was so intense. Hank was fucking Desiree, Anna was coming on Kelly’s hungry mouth, and Rachel was moaning like a bitch as I sodomize her hard. I plowed that dildo into her bowels while my backdoor clung to Isaac’s hard cock. His hands found my breasts, squeezing them. He clutched them tight, grunting and groaning.

“I love your asshole, Miss Daisy!” he panted. “I can cum in you, right?”

“Yes! But you better not before I explode!”

“I won’t, Miss Daisy!” he panted.

I slammed into Rachel as she screamed out, “Yes, Miss Daisy! I’m coming!”

Her body shuddered. The Black girl rotated her hips, stirring her asshole around the dildo. That stirred the shaft inside me, the ridges massaging my clit. I came closer and closer to my orgasm. Closer and closer to joining her in rapture.

I loved it. I loved making my Black, anal slut cum like the little whore she was.

I shuddered, her movement bringing me closer to cumming, my entire body trembling. My breasts jiggled in my boyfriend’s hands. Everyone was watching me. Serving me. This was all too much. I slammed the dildo hard into Rachel’s asshole and exploded.

“Yes!” I howled.

My cunt writhed around the shaft. My asshole spasmed around his dick. Wave after wave of intense pleasure flowed through me. The rapture burst into sparks of delight. My body bucked. I exploded in heaving bliss.

I threw back my head and cried out in rapture. “Oh, my God, yes!” I howled. “You can cum in me now, you fucking little wuss!”

“Yes, Miss Daisy!” My boyfriend moaned.

His dick spurted into me. Hot cum boiled into my asshole. It sent waves of delight flooding through me. I shuddered and groaned, my pussy convulsing so hard around the dildo. The waves drowned my mind, smothering my thoughts with bliss. My asshole spasmed, milking out every drop of Isaac’s cum so Kelly could have something to lick out.

The little girl was staring at me with hunger. She was licking her lips, eager to do it. God, she was a nasty, lezzie slut. I loved it.

My orgasm peaked. I reached the wonderful bliss found at my rapturous pinnacle. I hung there for a moment, then I floated back down. I groaned, Isaac panting as he finished unloading in me. The last flutter of delight rippled through me, then I was just buzzing bliss. I smiled, glancing at Kelly.

“Better get licking, little dyke slut.”

With a squeal of delight, Kelly rushed towards me. Isaac ripped his cock out of my asshole to make room for his hungry, dyke sister. The girl fell to her knees, spread my butt-cheeks apart, and buried her face into my crack. I shuddered as she licked while I gazed out of my kingdom. I was the top bitch of this college. The top bitch wherever I would go. I smiled, knowing I would have so much fun.

My eyes darted around, studying who was here.

Who I could command next.

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The figure reveled in delight. Giving one of its mind-controlled girls such power to fulfill her perverse and depraved desires sent a hot thrill through it. This game was amazing, but it was about to come to an end. Fourteen times it had molded girls. Fourteen times. And now it was preparing a fifteenth. Too much fun was a bad thing. One more time. One more girl mind-controlled into something special.

Something perfect.

The figure stroked the panties. They were candy-apple red. They were cut like a schoolgirl’s dainty undergarment, a light frill lace around the waistband, and two words written in cursive across the rump in pure, white letters.

Teacher’s Pet.

They were perfect for a girl who loved her professor. They would make all her dreams come true. One final girl changed before the figure moved on to a new amusement. A new way to have fun.

It turned its head towards its mist. It knew just where to leave this pair of panties.

To be continued in the next tale of Mind-Controlling Panties…

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A mature woman has some new experiences with her gym partner…

A few years ago, in the late summer just when the kids went off to college we had some more time in our schedules, my wife Nora and I joined a local gym. She was already in better shape than me but when she put her mind to something, she was relentless. I, on the other hand, wanted to get in better shape as my life had become pretty sedentary. I worked long hours and commuted into the city and had little time. I started to go to the gym two to three nights a week after work and got a little aerobic and weight lifting in.

Nora went to the gym pretty much every day except the weekends. Depending on what was happening with us she would occasionally go on a Saturday, but rarely. She was an at home mom at the time even though all the kids were out of the house. She had the time so she used it at the gym.

We never went to the gym together. The time there was our individual “me” time. On the rare occasion we went on the same day, we would go in separate cars and do our own thing. It worked out well. Nora made friends with various women at the gym in the same situation as she was; all stay at home moms.

Except for Rachel. Nora and Rachel met when both of them had just finished working out. They both were in the women’s locker room changing and started talking about girl shit. They saw each other again and again at the gym and eventually starting meeting up and working out together.

Rachel was in her mid-thirties and not married. She was about five foot five inches tall and had shoulder length dirty blonde hair. She had a nice firm set of breasts and a round ass. She had a boyfriend named Ray who she lived with in a small house not far from the gym. She didn’t have any children and worked locally at one of those Pet supply places. Even though she was nearly twenty years younger than Nora they had a lot of the same interests and became close very quickly.

Now that it was just the two of us at home with the kids away at school whenever I worked late or missed dinner, Nora would hang out with Rachel and grab dinner with her.

One of those times was when I was meeting a group of my old friends for dinner and drinks in our old town. It was a Saturday and Nora had made plans to meet Rachel at the gym, work out, and go to the Rachel’s house to shower and change. They had planned a night out as well.

That day they met at the gym and had a nice work out. After they were done they packed up their gear and went over to Rachel’s house. Her house was about two miles away. Nora left her car in the gym parking lot and road with Rachel.

Their plan was to shower at Rachel’s, have a few drinks there and grab some dinner. Once they got there the wine bottles were opened and the drinks started flowing. They hadn’t eaten yet so after a few glasses of wine, both of them were starting to feel a buzz.

After about forty minutes of drinking and talking, Nora said she was taking a shower. Rachel’s house was a ranch style and had a huge bathroom with a large walk in shower. Nora took off her gym clothes walked in the shower and started the water. She had brought her own towels and wash cloth because she didn’t want to impose on Rachel.

The warm water felt good on her sweaty body and she had good buzz on. Nora started lathering and massaging her scalp and her hair. Nora was about five feet three inches tall and had an average but stocky body. The addition of using weights in her workouts added to the toning of her early fifties body. She had firm breasts and when she got aroused her nipples stood out like a good two inches. Her round ass looked like it belonged to a much younger woman. She had a small wisp of brown hair on her otherwise clean shaven pussy.

She continued to lather her hair keeping her eyes closed to avoid any shampoo getting in them. Suddenly the shower door opened and Nora quickly washed the shampoo out of her eyes to see what was happening. It was Rachel!

She said “I figured if we showered together it would save some time”. Rachel giggled and Nora smelled the sweet smell of weed. Rachel grabbed her shampoo and started lathering her hair. As she did she said “Wow Nora you have a really hot body!” Nora still buzzed from the wine blushed and as the two women faced each other Rachel smiled seductively.

Rachel had a solid body and flower tattoo across her front left shoulder. Her breasts were firm and she had the body of a novice bodybuilder. She had washboard abdominal muscles and Nora was surprised as she couldn’t tell how nice of a body Rachel had by how she dressed when they were at the gym. Her pussy was clean shaven. Nora was trembling and blushing at the same time…she hadn’t been naked with another female since she was a kid with her sister.

As Rachel looked down at Nora’s slowly hardening nipples, she smiled through her wine and pot buzz. She slowly and sensually rubbed Nora’s right nipple. Nora backed away a little but Rachel put her left arm around Nora’s waist and pulled her Nora’s lips to hers.

She softly and deeply kissed Nora. The thought of kissing another woman was foreign to her, but Nora couldn’t pull away, and didn’t seem to want to. Rachel’s kisses were so soft and tender that Nora’s nipples were bursting and her clit was starting to harden. All of it; the warm water hitting them, Rachel’s warm soft tongue and her breasts rubbing against Nora’s all added to the moment.

Rachel lowered her right hand to Nora’s tingling pubic mound. Rachel’s strong hand first slowly, then progressively faster, rubbed Nora’s slowly stiffening nub. Nora moaned as their tongues rolled over each other’s. Nora was dripping all over Rachel’s right hand.

The two of them were oblivious to everything except what was going on in the shower. As Rachel commanded the situation, Nora continued to orgasm, her pussy continually manipulated by Rachel’s right hand.

A third person was watching the scene from inside the bathroom door. It was Ray, Rachel’s boyfriend. Ray was a light skinned black man in his mid-thirties. He was six feet five inches tall and a semi pro bodybuilder. He was massive. His head was clean shaven and because he competed as a bodybuilder, his entire body was hairless.

As he watched his girlfriend and this other older woman, who he only knew by name, he began to undress. He was naked now and was slowly stroking his large cock. It had to be ten inches long!

Rachel slowly turned Nora around so that her back was to Ray now. Nora was too excited and aroused to notice Ray or anything else. Ray slowly opened the shower door.

Ray quickly placed both of his huge hands behind Nora’s knees and effortlessly lifted her up into the air. Startled, Nora fell back against Ray’s muscled chest, her arms flailing and trying to grab anything close. Her hands found Ray’s arms and she grabbed hold.

Nora’s legs were spread wide now and her dripping pussy was exposed and wide open. As Ray raised Nora into the air, Rachel came forward and grabbed hold of Ray’s now fully erect ten-inch cock. Rachel smiled as she guided that black cock into Nora’s shaven slit.

As Ray slowly pushed inch after inch into her pussy, Nora squealed and moaned louder and louder. As he impaled her and repeatedly drove his huge black cock into her, Nora’s head bobbed up and down. As she began to orgasm, she began trembling and squirting. She had never experienced anything like this sexually! The combination of the wine and Ray’s huge cock made her moan and squirt uncontrollably… as her head bobbed up and down her eyes rolled with each gush from her pussy.

Rachel cupped Ray’s huge balls and began rubbing Nora’s clit furiously as Ray continued his pounding. It was a tag team assault on Nora’s erupting pussy!

After about ten minutes, with his cock still in her, Ray carried Nora into the bedroom which was adjacent to the bathroom. At the same time, there was a knock at the door. Whoever it was knocked and walked right in. The person yelled out, “Ray? Rachel?” Rachel responded, “In the bedroom Sal”!

Sal was in his mid-twenties and a good friend of Ray and Rachel’s. Sal was a white guy and was also a competing bodybuilder. He was younger than Ray but about the same height. Sal had a more sinewy and vascular body. He had long shoulder length black hair and his body was shaved and hairless like Ray’s because of their competitions. Sal started undressing as he headed toward the bedroom.

When Sal walked into the bedroom Ray was lifting Nora off of his cock and spinning her to face him. Nora was still buzzed from the wine and trying to gather her wits when Ray, now facing her and still holding her up, reentered her pussy with his rock-hard cock…Nora squealed as Ray’s cock stretched her dripping pussy again. Ray said “Hi Nora. I’m very happy that we’re finally meeting”. As he finished the sentence, Nora’s legs wrapped around his hips and her pounding restarted. Ray was kissing her now and running his tongue around Nora’s right ear and neck with each of his thrusts. Her hair was still wet from the shower and her body glistened. Despite her reluctance of the situation she instinctively responded by passionately kissing him back.

Rachel went up to Sal and deeply tongue kissed him. Rachel giggled and said, “Sal, this is my good friend Nora. We are showing her a real good time tonight and inviting her into our family.”

Just as she finished her words, Ray said “So tight” as his hips started to spasm quickly. He let out a guttural cry as his hips spasmed and his round ass cheeks tightened… he exploded his juice into Nora’s pussy. Rachel squealed and rushed over to them. She massaged Ray’s balls from the side as he drained his cock into Nora’s pussy ensuring every drop made it into her. Her creampie was complete.

Ray placed Nora on the bed and she dropped down, exhausted. Nora was on her back with her legs still spread. Rachel ran over and began licking and sucking Ray’s juices from Nora, circling her tongue around Nora’s clit in the process. Her hands circled Nora’s breasts and nipples slowly. Nora’s break time was cut short. It was Rachel’s turn now.

Rachel sucked all of Ray’s juices from Nora’s pussy. Rachel continued to eat Nora and she obliged her by spreading her legs wider. Rachel paid specific attention to Nora’s virgin asshole. Nora was moaning and her pussy began squirting again.

In their more intimate conversations in the gym, Nora admitted never having anal sex and her reluctance to try it. Rachel told her she should try everything once. Although not her idea, this was Nora’s first lesbian experience…

Rachel hopped up onto the bed and changed her position. She was now about to sit on Nora’s face and go to town on her pussy. Rachel slipped her hand under her pillow and retrieved a small vibrator.

She slowly lowered her pussy to about two inches above Nora’s mouth.

Nora was petrified as she was looking straight at Rachel’s clean-shaven slit! She wasn’t sure what to do! She was about to get up but Rachel quickly laid on top of her and started on her clit with the pulsating vibrator. Nora felt the impulses immediately. They were now in a sixty-nine position and Rachel alternated with the vibrator, her strong fingers and forceful licks to Nora’s clit. Nora was falling into the orgasm zone again.

As Nora moaned she began to rub Rachel’s pussy in return. Rachel’s back arched and she moaned. Rachel pushed back against Nora’s hand. Surprisingly, Nora began to mirror Rachel, and she started to lick Rachel’s clit. As Rachel moaned and moaned on Nora’s tongue, this made Nora even hotter. They both undulated their pussies to each other’s tongues.

Sal and Ray were standing around them just watching. Sal muttered, “This is so fucking hot”, as he continued stroking his cock and waited for his turn. Ray nodded and said “It sure is”. Ray was also beginning to get hard again.

Sal couldn’t take it any longer and went over to the bed. He bent down near Nora’s face and licked Rachel’s pussy. Then he grabbed Nora’s face and began tongue kissing her. Ray approached as well and pulled Rachel off of Nora. Rachel yelled “Hey! What the fuck Ray!” He just laughed and said “Me and Sal need to get busy here”.

Sal while still kissing her, put both hands under Nora’s arms and lifted her off the bed. She was like a toy in this young giant’s hands. Ray sat down on the edge of the bed and Sal placed her onto Ray’s now standing erect ten-inch cock. Her eyes widened as her pussy lips wrapped around it again.

Ray grabbed Nora’s arms and pulled them behind her back and held them there. He began to thrust his hips into her. Her head began to wobble and sway and her eyes started rolling.

This time though Sal’s erect cock was facing her mouth. He guided the head towards Nora’s mouth. At first she kept her lips closed and tried to move away from it. She tried to pull away but Sal just put his hand around her neck and held her head in place. He rubbed the head of his nine-inch cock across her lips. On the second pass, Nora opened her mouth and accepted his rock-hard cock.

Sal put his hands behind his back and watched Nora take his cock. He pushed his cock forward and she accepted. Ray was relentlessly pounding her pussy. It was a blur of constant movement… her head bobbing while her throat was being fucked by Sal; her breasts bouncing to the rhythm of Ray’s thrusts.

Rachel was watching it all and couldn’t help but rub her clit.

The sound of Nora gurgling on Sal’s cock and moaning with each thrust of Ray’s black cock had Rachel close to her own climax!

Sal was the first to cum. He was on the sidelines the longest and as Nora sucked him, his hips began their spasmodic thrusts. As he began to spurt his load, Nora tried pulling away but Sal was quicker and he brought both his hands to hold her head in place.

As Nora’s mouth and throat filled with Sal’s hot jism, her eyes widened and she relented. She slowly swallowed all of Sal’s juices. Ray was cumming now. As he started to cum, Ray released Nora’s arms and held onto her hips. The bed shook violently as this black giant shot his hot liquid into her pussy. Nora continued to squirt as Ray came, his long black cock showing her white foamy residue.

Rachel walked over to Sal carrying a bottle of KY jelly. She said, “Hey Sal, did you know that Nora is an anal virgin?” Sal’s eyes lit up. As he grabbed the KY jelly from her hand he said, “No Rachel, I didn’t. Let’s see if we can change that”.

During the time since the shower with Rachel, Nora hadn’t a chance to get her mind clear. The wine and all the sex had her confused and bewildered. She still had that feeling of anxiousness and arousal. When she heard what Rachel said to Sal and although she was nervous, her pussy started to tingle.

Sal picked her up off of Ray’s lap and began kissing her again. He lifted her up to his mouth and her naked body dangled; she was a foot off the ground.

He placed her on the bed and began his oral assault on her pussy and ass. He licked and slurped and probed her with his large fingers. Nora began whimpering as Sal took control. He spread her pussy lips with his left hand and rolled his tongue across her clit, then down her slit. He shoved his tongue into her asshole and she let out a scream of pleasure. As he circled her asshole with his tongue he slowly put the fingers of his right hand into her ass.

Sal was hard now and Rachel seeing this grabbed the KY jelly and rubbed it onto Sal’s cock. He moaned a little and sat up. He grabbed Nora and sat her up. Her head bounced as she was still in a muddled state.

Sal put his muscular arms under Nora’s legs and hoisted her into the air and onto his lap. She was now facing Rachel with her legs dangling over Sal’s massive forearms and her pussy and puckered asshole exposed. Nora grabbed onto Sal’s muscled arms. Rachel as she had done earlier for Ray guided Sal’s stiff cock into Nora’s asshole.

As Rachel slowly pushed the head of Sal’s cock into her ass Nora’s face was filled with both panic and excitement. Rachel smiled and said, “You’re gonna love this Nora”, as the head of Sal’s cock disappeared into Nora’s asshole.

Sal then stood up and slowly began his assault on Nora’s ass. As Sal pushed his nine inches in and out of her ass, Nora’s legs and feet dangled up and down. With each of Sal’s thrusts and grunts, Nora’s toes opened and closed as if she was trying to grab something with her feet. Sal’s muscled body tightened with every thrust into Nora’s tight virgin asshole. His thrusts got harder and harder as his cock slipped into her now accommodating ass.

Rachel let out a loud gasp as Nora’s pussy started to squirt with each thrust of Sal’s nine inches. She yelled out, “You see Nora! I knew you were gonna love it”! Nora squealed and squealed as her head bobbed and her legs swung up and down with each of Sal’s hard thrusts.

Suddenly Sal’s thrusts became faster and faster. His ass muscles started to contract and as he exploded his hot juice into Nora’s ass he let out a loud moan. As Sal came, Nora squirted again.

As Sal’s spent cock fell out of Nora’s ass, a long stream of his white juice trickled down her ass crack onto the carpet.

Rachel and Ray went over to Nora and kissed her on her cheeks. They both said, almost in unison, “Welcome to the family Nora”. Nora just smiled. She was exhausted.

The next morning during our breakfast Nora told me about her new sexual adventure. As she explained her evening she also explained that she wanted to repeat her adventure every month and she wanted me to watch…Who am I to argue…you know the old saying…”Happy wife, happy life!”

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Who said dreams don’t come true.

My name is Miki Uno, but my friends call me Amy. I’m a 17 year old senior at St. Mark’s All-girl academy. We moved to the states about five years ago from Japan. And I love it here, the fresh air and the people. But what I mostly love about this place, well more a person than a place, is Sara Ryan. She’s my best friend, but I always felt something more for her. I would call it love but the fact that I never been in love makes what I’m feeling impossible to understand.
Now about me, I have long silky hair that reaches about mid-back. My eyes are almond shaped, and I have a round face, which I think looks chunky. I’m about 5’1”and a half with too big of a bust line and a slim waist. My breasts are about 38 DD. I hate them, along with my pale skin, they are so heavy when it’s a gym day and I keep getting stared at every time I go out with friends and the fact that I’m so pale just adds to the imperfectness of my body. Also, I have no butt to speak of it all flat back there. It’s so embarrassing. My butt couldn’t even come close to Sara, which is round and firm, well from a distant any ways. She is so cute, she is 5’4” with long legs to die for that hold up a perfect ass, her waist is slim and her chest is about a C. However, what really draws your attention is her face, and that killer smile she gives everyone. Her face alone would cause super models to stop in their tracks and stare. Her skin is flawless and looks to be so soft it screams that it wants to be caressed. Those perfectly plum lips that are the color of roses and high cheek bones all highlight her deep smoky green eyes. They all rest perfectly on her beautifully round face that’s surrounded by her wavy chestnut hair. I’m always left breathless after I talk to her.
Enough about that, this is the story of how my feelings were met. It was a normal day as well a very dreadful day. Unfortunately it happened to be a gym day, and being a girl with huge breasts it was always painful. I was in English, which is one of my favorite classes because I have Sara in it with me. I looked at the clock dreading the next last few minutes that I had because PE was next. Just the thought of being in PE made my stomach turn. I looked over to Sara and saw that she looked a little confused about something, knowing Sara it was probably the lesson we were covering. I knew Sara hated English because she often referred to it as the evil-teachers-hate-students subject. Thinking about her hate for English made me smile. Today just so happen to be an individual work day so the teacher had left to get that day’s homework assignment, but never came back. I walked over to Sara desk and casually gave her a hug thinking nothing of it since I did all the time.
“Hey, what are you thinking about?” I giggled. Looking a bit surprised about her hesitation on her reply.
“Oh hey Amy, it’s nothing, I just got a schedule change since, you know, Mrs. Lowyer is on leave.”
“That’s right, so what class do you have next?” I asked. While she pulled out her schedule I was thinking it would be cool if she had gym with me next hour I would get to see her in a bathing suit. Just the thought of her in a swim suit had me wet. I was making myself horny and wet for what I thought was the impossible.
“Here I have gym next and the lunch after. After lunch my classes are the same as before.”
I couldn’t believe it my little dream was starting to seem really close to reality. I usually hated the dreaded PE class but I was starting to think that the class could have great benefits for me at least. I would get to see this girl, the girl I ached for, close to naked right next to me.
“This is great. You’ll be in my gym class next period.” I tired really hard to keep my excitement to a minimum. But I could tell I was failing because she gave me a smile that told me I must look super excited. She only gives that look when I have my super excited face on.
When the bell rung I practically ran back to my desk and gathered my stuff. I rushed back over to Sara and we walked out the door, we split in the corridor and head to our lockers saying that we would meet up outside the locker room.
As soon as Sara was out of sight I ran to my locker, stuffed my shit into the locker and grabbed my gym bag. You could say if you saw me I was stupidly excited and looked a little crazy. I dashed down the hallways, once I reached the locker room I waited for Sara. She arrived shortly after. She looked a little flustered but I blow that off as nothing more as nerves. We walked into the changing room and went to the last row of lockers in the far back. I was always shy about changing in front of others because of my breasts size but I was comfortable about changing in front of Sara since I had the hots for her.
I started to undo the front of my uniform, once it was unbutton I undid my skirt and let I fall to the ground. I undid everything with such slowness hoping Sara would look over and couldn’t help but want to touch me. I was lost in my own fantasy that I almost missed Sara question.
“Amy, what is it like to have breast like yours?” she asked.
“Huh! What did you say?” I asked because I thought what I heard hadn’t been right.
I could see her face turn beet red as she tried to ask her question again. She looked so cute that I laughed a little which only set her into a more flustered state.
“I wanted to know what it like is to have big breasts like yours.”
Now that I understood her question, I regarded her with care hoping it wouldn’t become to embarrassing for the two of us.
“Umm, they are okay I guess… sometimes they hurt in gym and I get a lot of unwanted attention.” I shrugged.
“Oh okay”
An awkward silence fell between us, and when I looked over at Sara she was still red in the face. But what I noticed more was her half naked body. She was stand right next to me with her shirt completely off and was just about to unclasp her bra.
I must have been staring because she asked if something was wrong I said no and turn around and started to finish undressing. In the next moment I felt a hand pull me around, and I was pushed up against the lockers. Sara was in front of me; she seemed hyper but seemed to know what she was doing. Because in the next instant, she was kissing my with full force as if she didn’t want to let me pull away. However she didn’t expect me to kiss her back with the same amount of force. The kiss was hot and heavy. I could feel her heart beating fast against my chest. I didn’t want the kiss to end but eventually I had to pull away so that I could breathe.
I looked up at Sara and could swear that she looked at me as if I was her favorite meal that she couldn’t wait to devour. Her look made me so wet that I wanted to rip the rest of her clothes off and take her right there right now. I was so hot for her that if water hit me it would evaporate. I grabbed her head down toward my face and kissed her with so much passion it scared Sara a little, but she didn’t pull back, just the opposite, she push her tongue passed my lips and we started to tongue war by sucking and massaging each other’s tongue.
My hands roamed her body as the kiss lasted longer and longer. The heavier the kiss the bolder my hands became. I reached around the front of her bra and unclasped it pushing it off her shoulders. Letting it fall she grabbed my unbutton shirt and pushed it down my arms. She grabbed a handful of my bra covered breast and started to knead the mound.
The feeling was incredible, deep moans rose from my throat and vibrated against her mouth. She pulled away and bent down and kissed my neck. I was moaning like crazy. My back arched to her touch, her mouth slowly moved farther down my body to the point that she was right in front of breast. She tugged down the bra and scoped out my tit. She looked up at me as if asking permission.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved her face into my breast. She eagerly devoured my breast sending me over the moon. My juices were pouring, I was sopping wet. The more she worked on my breast the deeper he moans became.
I pulled her head up to my face and kiss her and hoping to return the favor. I gentle pulled her to the floor. I showered her with more kisses before I moved down her body. I licked and lightly kissed her neck which made her moan. I moved down lower and captured one of her nipples in my mouth savoring the taste of her soft skin. Her moans grew louder. I didn’t stop there though I was slowly descending her body. I wanted to taste her, savor her flavor like she was an ice cream cone.
I kissed her stomach, racking my nails gently along her sides. I swirled my tongue in her belly button. When I reached her pussy, I could smell the muskiness of her juices, her smell was so inviting I literally ripped her panties off. I spread her legs slowly kissing down one thigh and up the other. Her scent was driving me wild. I lowered my head and ever so slowly licked her up and down her slit. I spread her outer lips open with my hand and breathed in heavy her sent. I stuck my tongue out again to capture her juices as they poured from her hole.
She shuddered every time I licked her pussy. When I stuck my tongue into her sopping wet hole her moan became inaudible. I could feel the tightness she was holding on my tongue, the pressure was incredible. Moving in and out of her with my tongue I rubbed her clit with my one hand and groped on of her breast.
“Oh my God, don’t stop. It feels so good. Keep going.” She screamed.
I removed my hand from her clit and replaced it with my mouth. I sucked and bit the hard bud, while I messed with her clit I shoved two fingers into her and pumped my hand as fast as possible. She screamed from the intensity of pleasure. I could feel her walls tightening around my fingers, she was so close to an orgasm. But I want to be mean for a little bit. I stopped pumping my fingers and pulled out of her.
She basically screamed in protest. I moved up towards her mouth and kissed her. Then flipped my body around so that my pussy was in her face. I could feel her warm breath on my clit and it sent shudders through my body. We were now in a 69 position. As soon as I had my pussy near her face she reached up and captured my pussy with her mouth. Moans escaped my mouth as I grinded my pussy into her face.
“That’s it don’t stop, It feels so good Sara. Please don’t stop.” I begged.
I leaned down and began to work her pussy back up. Abruptly she shoved two fingers into me; she was spreading my walls like no other. She pumped fingers in and out, I moved in time of her thrust. I could feel a very powerful orgasm coming. I then began to work her pussy like she was mine. I threshed two fingers in and was sucking on her clit.
A few minutes later, we were both cumming hard in each other’s faces, panting I turned myself around. I meet her mouth for a kiss. We were both sweaty and out of breath. We only laid there for a moment before we heard people coming into the changing room indicating the end of the hour. I helped Sara up from the floor, and then gentle pushed her against the lockers and kissed her softly. No words needed to be spoken everything that we felt for each other was already shared between use. But I said the words that have been clawing at my chest for a while.

“I love you, Sara.”
She looked at me, her smoky greens filled with such emotion as she repeated my words. We got dress then held hands as we left the changing room.
Epilogue
Since that day me and Sara have been together for five years now and will soon be having a baby together. Our families are the most understanding and can’t wait for their grandchild to be born. I can hardly contain my excitement about having a baby, I can’t wait until the little person is born. Even Sara is excited, even has a fool proof plan on how it’s going to go down. I still love her and her me.

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Randi’s problem persists, but Ms. Rowbottom has an idea to help her get over her embarrasment.

Futa Naked In School – The Naked Futa Problem

Chapter Two: Randi’s Naked Futa Lesson

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Randi Bjork Week, Monday

I trembled, Teal’s cum leaking out of my asshole as I stared at my lover, Ms. Keisha Rowbottom.

The African-American futa-professor stared at me while the other students laughed and moaned, some still having sex from watching me sixty-nine with my best friend, Annalee, while Teal rammed into my bowels.

I couldn’t believe I let this all happened. I was so horny from being naked, so turned on by the humiliation of everyone watching, I embraced the ultimate shame. I let someone other than my futa-lover fuck me.

The emotional pain made me cum so hard. Half-a-day enrolled in the Program had shown me what my kinks were. I had no idea I had this masochist urge to be humiliated in me. It rose through me so fast.

I couldn’t speak now as I came down from my dizzying, orgasmic heights. My blonde hair swayed about my trembling shoulders. My large breasts jiggled before me. I licked my lips, tasting Annalee’s tart pussy juices.

“Come along, Miss Bjork,” my futa-lover said, maintaining the fiction that we weren’t more than professor and student.

My insides twisted. I nodded and stumbled after her, tears burning my eyes.

“You can’t get mad at her,” Annalee said. “She’s in the Program. It’s lunch. Who cares if we’re all fucking.”

“This is a different matter,” Ms. Rowbottom said, her voice tight. Was she angry? I shuddered. I had hurt her. I’d ruined everything. Up until two weeks ago, we were forced to keep our relationship quiet. Until then, it was illicit. Nearly a year of loving each other in secret and now that we could finally tell people, now that the college’s rules had changed on professor/student relationships, I’d cheated on her.

The shame of being caught made my pussy itch. This perverse desire to be punished now swelled in me. To be yelled out. My ass tingled. I felt like a little girl being bent over my futa-mother’s knee about to face the belt and…

I shuddered. Did I want to be spanked, too?

My cheeks burned as we threaded through the students. Ginny and her futa-girlfriend were kissing now, no longer filming my adulterous fun. Rosario Todaro was on her knees sucking her futa-girlfriend’s dirty dick clean, Samantha grinning the entire time. On another table. Xochitl and her futa-sister were writhing in incestuous passion. They were naked for some reason.

Were they both nudist now?

Ms. Rowbottom exited the cafeteria with me trailing behind her. The noise from the cafeteria dwindled. I felt alone with her, thinking of her as Keisha. I glanced at her rump as it swayed, her tight skirt gripping it. Her hoop earrings glinted gold, contrasting with the coffee-brown hue of her skin. She was such a gorgeous futa. Such an amazing lover.

I wanted to apologize, but a futa stepped out of the restroom. I didn’t know her, but the Chinese futa grinned and smacked me on the rump as I passed. The stinging sensation brought a quivering moan from me.

Keisha glanced over her shoulder.

Fresh shame made my pussy clench and my asshole tightened. More cum dripped out of my bowels and matted my asscheeks. I trembled, my heart pounding in my chest. I wanted to say something, to explain myself.

No words could escape my lips.

We reached her English classroom. It also served as meeting for the debate club, which counted as an elective and also was my next class after the lunch break. She opened the door, ushering me inside. As I passed, she gave my ass a spank.

I gasped.

The door closed and the knot on my tongue untied. I whirled around and gasped, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what…”

I trailed off as she stared at the cum on her fingers. My cheeks burned with shame. Teal’s jizz oozed out of my crack. To my shock, she brought the jizz to her lips and sucked it clean. Her dark cheeks hollowed and she moaned.

I swallowed.

“Mmm, that’s not bad,” Keisha said, her eyes flicking to me. The older futa had an amused smile on her lips. Where was the anger? The fury? I’d cheated on her. “Relax, Randi. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“But… but…” The tears burned my eyes. “I got out of control.”

She pulled me to her, my large breasts pillowing into her blouse. “It’s okay. That’s the point of the Program.”

I blinked at that. “You’re not mad?”

“I should have talked to you, told you that if anything happened this week, I’d understand.” She smiled. “You’re going to classes naked and getting touched by everyone. You’d be hard pressed not to slip up. At how embarrassed you were, though, I didn’t expect it to happen so fast.”

“I didn’t mean for it,” I said. “Annalee led the way. If she knew we were dating, she wouldn’t have done anything. I should have told people and—”

She kissed me, cutting off my words. I shuddered and then melted into her. My pussy itched again. I could feel her futa-dick swelling beneath her skirt. I whimpered, grinding against her. I didn’t have to be ashamed in here.

“It’s okay,” she said when she broke the kiss. “I enjoyed watching your show. You were quite free, did you know that?”

“Free?”

“Mmm, yes,” she said. She glanced at the clock. “Shit, I wish we had time to make love, but it’s almost the end of the hour.”

I shuddered, wanting to do that. “You’re really not mad.”

“Not at all,” she said. “Mmm, I saw the A/V club filming it. I might watch it with you tonight.” She arched her eyebrow. “How does that sound?”

I blushed deeply, shame rippling through me. It felt delicious. Maybe… Maybe I could embrace this. “Sounds fun.”

She stepped away from me and said, “Go take your seat. Unless you want to announce our relationship to the student body.”

“I don’t want people gossiping about us,” I said even as this tingle raced through me. If everyone knew, I would be getting looks, blushing.

My pussy itched.

I sat down at my seat.

Annalee entered a few minutes later, dressed and looking both concerned and happy like she floated on the pleasure I gave her despite her worry for me. She gave me a look, arching an eyebrow at me. I blushed. I hadn’t even told her. It was the real reason I didn’t want to tell anyone.

It would hurt her.

“We were talking about Ms. Bjork’s issue with public speaking while naked,” said Ms. Rowbottom. “Nothing to concern you. I wouldn’t dream of running the fun Miss Bjork is having. Or you, Miss Blake.”

“Oh, goddess,” groaned my friend. “I didn’t think a professor would be watching.”

“It was… stimulating.”

The others filtered in and my tongue felt like lead again as everyone stared at me. We were preparing for our debate on smoking laws. Did a private business have the right to determine if they allowed it in their establishment? Or did the government have the right to tell them what they could or could not allow inside the establishment?

After all, it was a legal product.

That was what I liked about the debate. Researching topics, making arguments. Even if they were ones I disagreed with. You didn’t get to decide which side you were on in a debate. You just had to give the best-darned answer you could.

Everyone was talking, exchanging points, coming up with arguments, and finding citations while I shuddered, unable to say a thing. I just nodded and took notes, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as futas, and a few girls, stared at my naked body. They saw all my shameful flesh, including the cum drying on my ass when I moved around. My pussy dripped juices. My nipples ached.

“Miss Bjork, why don’t you come forward and see if you can practice your opening,” said Ms. Rowbottom. “Just remember how free you were during the lunch period.”

“Yeah, you were,” said Liese Haber. She was a sophomore futa, with hair a lighter shade of blonde than mine. More platinum. She had that buxom, German milkmaid look, her tits overflowing her ruffled blouse. “It was hot.”

My cheeks burned as I gripped my note cards. I stepped before everyone, my body shaking. My large tits swayed from side to side. My stomach twisted. Ten sets of eyes stared at me, Liese licking her lips, Jacinta Albuquerque practically salivating, while Marion Steele rubbed herself beneath her desk, stroking through the jeans she wore.

I opened my lips and only a croak emerged. I shuddered. I had to speed talk. I tried harder. “Do… does… the… g… govern…” I took a deep breath. My cheeks burned as everyone whispered, frowning. Tears beaded in my eyes. My pussy grew hotter. “Does the… the…” Why couldn’t I speak? Why was this so difficult?

Because they could see my tits?

They could see my tits. My pussy. They could see that I was a depraved slut who ate pussy and was fucked in the asshole. They could see how wet I was. How hard my nipples were. I whimpered, my hands shaking.

“It’s okay,” Ms. Rowbottom said, her voice soft. Then, to the class, added, “She’s having some issue with being naked. So let’s just give her a moment.”

I nodded my head, but my heart sank. I was captaining the team. We only had three people who would compete on Saturday, and I was one of them. If I couldn’t perform then… I was letting them down. It was so humiliating being unable to speak.

I wanted to masturbate.

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Tuesday

The next day, Annalee teased me all throughout the day. I think she was trying to relax me. She fingered me to an orgasm before my first class. She kissed me while a futa named Ayame Yamashita fucked me in the pussy from behind. Later, Annalee had Flower Ilbert fuck me during the lunch break before my friend licked my pussy clean.

I embraced the humiliation of being watched. I savored it. I had Keisha’s permission to understand it. She even encouraged it. Last night—though I still lived with my parents, I slept half my nights at Keisha’s place—after we’d made love a few times while watching the video Candice had shot and posted on the college’s Facebook page, Keisha had said, “See how free you are. I want you to keep doing that. Let yourself go. Embrace it.”

I didn’t understand why she wanted me to embrace it, but I did.

I embraced it so much, Annalee and I were racing through the hall about to be late for our debate class. My tits heaved. My bare feet smacked on the floors. I pressed my tits to my chest while Flower’s cum ran out of my pussy and down my thighs.

Annalee burst through the door first, gasping, “Sorry! We got… caught up.. in… in… helping Randi.”

“Sorry…” I panted, my body still buzzing. I sucked in breaths, everyone looking at us. Liese had a big grin on her face.

“I’m only sorry Annalee didn’t pick me,” the German futa said, her lips plump and glossy.

“When you catch your breath, Miss Bjork, I have an idea to help with your stammering,” Ms. Rowbottom said.

I shuddered, glancing at my futa-lover. Then I noticed the bag she had on her desk. It was a tasteful, black back with the silver letters, “Wanton Delights” on the side. Beneath it was a silhouette of a woman’s curvy body.

What had she bought? And when? On the lunch break?

I caught my breath and then stood up front, the cum dribbling down my thighs. Ms. Rowbottom moved behind me. I shuddered, feeling her presence there. I bit my lip as the bag rustled. The class let out oohs and aahs at whatever she’d produced.

“I noticed something about you when you were writhing atop Miss Blake and getting ass-fucked by Ms. Constance,” Ms. Rowbottom said.

A humming burst to life behind me. My pussy clenched. I gripped my note cards at the sound of a vibrator. I whimpered, my humiliation swelling as she brought it between my thighs. I shuddered as she rubbed it up and down my sloppy folds.

“When you were having sex, you had no trouble speaking,” she purred and thrust the vibrator into me. “Now, let’s see if you can’t start speaking.”

I glanced down at my note cards as the toy rippled through me. I groaned and shuddered, my heart pounding. It churned me up. It felt so naughty in my jizz-filled cunt. I whimpered, wiggling my hips from side to side.

Then I heard clothing rustling. Some of the girls gasped. Annalee licked her lips, leaning forward. I glanced behind me to see that Ms. Rowbottom had hiked her skirt. Her dark shaft of ebony passion thrust out from her thick, black bush. She rubbed lube into her girl-dick, grinning at me.

“I’m going to help her experience that pleasure,” said Ms. Rowbottom. “Getting ass-fucked with a vibrator in her cunt should help Miss Bjork focus.”

“Thank you, Ms. Rowbottom,” I groaned, saying those words with ease thanks to the pleasure rippling through me. “Please, please, fuck my naughty ass.”

The words were so shameful to say. My pussy melted just a little more around the vibrator humming away in me. Everyone stared at me, Annalee giving me a big grin, Marion Steele unzipping her jeans and pulling out her girl-dick.

“Does the government have the right to—” My words trailed off as Ms. Rowbottom’s thick cock pressed between the cheeks of my ass. “Have the right to dictate… Oh, yes, fuck my asshole!”

I couldn’t talk fast, but I could speak. I gripped my note cards, reading off the words as best I could with a vibrator churning up my twat and my lover’s futa-cock pressing against my naughty sphincter. My anal ring stretched and stretched.

“Yes, yes, get in my asshole and fuck me like a dirty, nasty slut!” I moaned then glanced down at my cards. “Liberalism is defined…”

It was so hard to talk with my futa-lover’s cock sliding deeper and deeper into my bowels. That hot, velvety friction merged with the buzzing bliss in my twat. Her arms slid around my body and found my heavy breasts, squeezing them as she buried to the hilt in me.

Everyone was staring at me. Annalee had a big grin on her face. Liese had hiked her skirt and stroked her futa-cock with one hand and rubbed her pussy with the other. Her panties dangled from her ankle. Umeko Himura, Denice’s sex slave, whimpered, plunging fingers into her twat while Jacinta Albuquerque groped both her tits, watching in awe.

They all witnessed my shameful lusts.

My pussy clenched down on the vibrator as I read from the cards, stumbling over the words. Not from fear, but pleasure. I was moaning. Gasping. My professor’s fingers kneaded my nipples. She massaged them, ramming into my bowels over and over.

“That’s it,” Ms. Rowbottom purred into my ear as her thick, Black futa-dick reamed my asshole. Her dark fingers kneaded my milk-pale tits. “Enjoy it, you Swedish slut. You love it. All those eyes staring at you. Lusting for you.”

I whimpered, my orgasm swelling faster. I glanced at them, masturbating, staring at me. Annalee had three fingers reaming her cunt. Alanna Glass whimpered as she thrust her thumb into her asshole and two digits into her twat at the same time. Liese shuddered, her tits jiggling in her blouse as she stared at me with hunger.

“Damn, you’re just so sexy,” Liese moaned.

“Quiet,” panted Ms. Rowbottom, her cock plunging into my asshole. “She has to concentrate on her reading.”

“Yes!” I moaned. “Mmm, I have to focus on being a big slut for Ms. Rowbottom’s dick. Ooh, she’s stretching me open more and… and…” I glanced down at my card. “So if liberalism is about the defense an individuals liberty to both live her life and control her property, then…”

It felt so incredible. My pussy buzzed in delight. The vibrator churned me up as Ms. Rowbottom’s dick thrust deep into me. She smacked into my rump. I shuddered, juices running down my thighs. My nipples throbbed and ached, brushed by her fingers.

My pleasure built faster. I stared at all my classmates, seeing the bliss in their eyes as they watched my humiliating display. I was utterly exposed to them, my desires as bare as my body. I trembled, gasping, the cards shaking in my hand.

“Are you going to cum?” Ms. Rowbottom asked.

“I am!” I moaned. “Oh, goddess, I’m going to cum with that big futa-dick reaming my asshole.”

“Yeah, you are!” Annalee panted, her face twisting in delight.

“Do it,” purred Ms. Rowbottom. “Cum hard. Let them all see your passion.”

“Yes!” I gasped, my hands shaking more. “So if we agree to this premise than… than… Oh, yes, fuck my asshole!”

Ms. Rowbottom fucked me hard. She pounded my bowels, plunging to the hilt in my velvety depths. I gasped, squeezing down around her girl-dick. My toes curled as my body trembled. The pleasure surged through my flesh.

I whimpered and groaned. My head shook from side to side. My bowels clenched. The heat built and built. This incredible delight rippled through me. My head tossed back and forth, blonde hair dancing.

Ms. Rowbottom pinched my nipples.

“Oh, my goddess!” I gasped as the electricity jolted down to my pussy.

My twat clenched down on the vibrator, drinking in its buzzing massage. My inner flesh writhed. Convulsed. I gasped as my orgasm exploded through me. My bowels spasmed around Ms. Rowbottom’s thrusting dick.

The note cards in my hand groaned as I bent them. My body bucked, tits heaving in my futa-lover’s grip. Her girl-cock buried over and over into my asshole. She moaned into my ear as the pleasure rippled through me.

“Oh, yes, yes!” Annalee whimpered, joining me.

“Shit!” cursed Liese, her futa-cum spurting before her.

“Damn, that’s hot!” gasped Tina Walker, her body trembling.

“Yes, it is!” panted Ms. Rowbottom, her dick slamming into my hilt.

“Cum in me, Ms. Rowbottom!” I howled, the pleasure slamming into my mind. “Pump that jizz in me! I need it! I’m such a slut for it!”

“Yes, you are!” she growled.

Her amazing cock buried to the hilt in my asshole and erupted. Hot cum spurted over and over into my bowels. I groaned, my head shaking. The pleasure shot through me as her jizz filled me again and again.

“Ms. Rowbottom!” I howled.

“Ms. Bjork!” she moaned, twisting my nipples as my asshole milked her futa-dick dry.

She spurted the last of her cum into me. I swayed, gripping my note cards. I stared down at them, my vision blurry from my orgasms. I shuddered as she pulled out of my bowels, her cum racing out after her cock, soaking my butt-crack.

Then she pulled out the vibrator. She turned it off. The humming died. I groaned, swaying, my orgasm fading. I licked my lips, struggling to find my place again. I shook my head, my heart racing. I just did that before the class.

My cheeks burned in shame.

“If we take th… th…” I cleared my throat. “If we ta.. take the… the…” My tongue grew like lead. I groaned as everyone stared at me. I felt this crushing disappointment. I opened my mouth again and only croaked.

Why couldn’t I talk now? I glanced at Ms. Rowbottom, her cock already tucked away, the gleaming vibrator clutched in her hand. I gave her a pleading look, my entire body trembling.

“Remember how free you were,” she said. “Clutch a hold of that. What do you have to be nervous about? They just saw you cumming. They just witnessed you.”

I swallowed and nodded. “If we take the… the pri… the princ…” Frustration rippled through me. They had just seen me fucking, but… they hadn’t seen me go really wild. Just cumming on a vibrator and my futa-lover’s cock. They were all staring at me. “If we… we…”

My cheeks burned with shame as I shook my head.

“You just need more practice,” Ms. Rowbottom said, such understanding in her voice. “We’re going to solve this problem.”

“H-how?” I managed to choke.

“We’re going to have to embarrass you even more,” she said. “You can sit down. Let me think about it. I’ll have something for you tomorrow.”

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Wednesday

“Excuse me, Christi,” Ms. Rowbottom said when she stepped into my creative writing class. I had it right before lunch. “I need to borrow Ms. Bjork. I hope that’s okay.”

Ms. Tyrell glanced at the clock. “Oh, sure, lesson’s almost done with.”

I blushed as I rose, everyone staring at me. I tried so hard to speak. I had sex a few times today, and when a futa’s cock or a girl’s tongue was in my pussy, I could talk with maybe not eloquence but with ease. When it faded, I clammed up again. There had to be a way around that, I just didn’t see it.

“I have been thinking on your problem,” Ms. Rowbottom said, her heels clicking on the ground. “I think you need to do something wild. Something that will let everyone know that you’re a slut and that you have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“A slut?” I gasped. My cheeks pinked. “I mean… I guess I’ve been a little wanton since going naked. I don’t want to be like this, it’s just… I’m so horny being seen. The embarrassment, you know?”

“I understand, Randi.” She slid her hand down my back to my ass, squeezing my rump. I groaned, glancing at my futa-lover’s dark face. “Don’t you think it’s strange that you don’t have a problem talking to me?”

“Or to Annalee,” I said.

“How long have you known her?”

“Since we were little kids.” I bit my lip. “And?”

“And do you tell her everything?”

“Everything but us.”

She nodded. “And with me, you don’t hold anything back. You might not normally be a public slut, but in the bedroom with me, you’ve done some naughty things. You’ve let me cum on your face and tits. You’ve let me enjoy every hole you have.”

“I like that,” I said, my pussy growing hotter. My nipples ached atop my naked breasts. “I like doing kinky things with you.”

“You even sucked my dick clean of your ass. A few times.”

“And rimmed your asshole, too,” I purred. “So?”

“So… that means you’ve shared your secrets with us. We’ve seen you at your most naked already. Not just your body, but your soul, and we didn’t reject you.”

My heart pounded. A shiver ran through me. “Okay, but how doesn’t that help me to speak before the debate class?”

“Well, I have a theory,” she said, ushering me into the cafeteria, “what you need is to show everyone your true side and… Good, good, it’s all set up.”

I blinked at the sight of a bed in the corner of the cafeteria. It wasn’t a stylish bed, but something that could be easily set up. It had plain sheets, white with mauve flowers on it, and a few pillows. Three cameras were pointed at it. The nerds from the A/V club, lead by a Chinese futa named Guanting Chan, were bustling around it. Candice was fiddling with one of the cameras while Lizaveta ran cables towards a computer set up in the corner. A Hispanic freshman girl, I think her name was Salome, ran a cable from a boom mic suspended over the bed on a rig. She handed it over to Lizaveta who popped it into a mixing board by the computer. A Hispanic futa, another freshman, manned the computer. I think she was dating Salome.

“There you are,” said Ginny. The Freshman girl hurried over to me. “Ooh, you are looking perfect, Randi.”

“Wha-what… is… going on?” I asked, trembling. I managed to just spit out that sentence. If more than Ginny had rushed over…

“Why, we’re filming your first gangbang…” She glanced at Ms. Rowbottom. “Um, didn’t she consent to this? You can’t be making her do this.”

“She’ll consent, won’t you?” Ms. Rowbottom asked, giving my rump a squeeze. “Everyone will see you being your wild self. They’ll know you and accept you. How many other girls have been gangbanged, and even a few futas, and no one cares?”

“I was gangbanged the first week,” Ginny said. “I freaked out, too, but honestly, it was fun and it brought me closer to Candice in a weird way.”

I swallowed. “Okay,” I said. “This is… I mean… I… I… do it.”

Ginny took my hand and led me to the bed. I slipped onto it, feeling a little unsure of myself. This was all so intense. I couldn’t believe this was happening. My heart pounded in my chest when suddenly the college’s PA system came to life.

“Good afternoon, Rogers College,” came the enthusiastic voice of President McTaggart. “We have a special treat. Randi Bjork, one of the lucky girls in the Program, is eager to explore her sexuality. Any futa who wants to fuck her, head to the cafeteria and line up. If you just want to watch, turn any school TV to channel 3 or log into our website and watch the livestream. Our A/V club will also be producing it as a feature-length porno to be sold on the website. All proceeds will go to our college student activity fund.”

My eyes widened. Porno? Everyone would see me beyond the college. I shuddered. They would all know me. My cunt clenched. My heart pounded in my chest. That humiliating lust surged through me. My pussy grew wetter.

I spread my thighs.

“That’s the spirit,” said Guanting. She and Lizaveta advanced on the bed, both of them grinning. They were stripping out of their clothes, their futa cocks coming into view. My pussy grew so wet and juicy. I shuddered and whimpered.

“Fuck me,” I moaned, my fingers rubbing at my cunt. “I need your cocks.” The ease of speaking came fast. They would all see me and know who I truly was. Ms. Rowbottom watched, a glint in her eyes.

“We’re rolling,” the Hispanic Futa said, her girlfriend sitting at her side. The pair held hands, looking cute.

Then Ginny and Candice slid on the bed. I gasped in shock as the pair went for my big boobs. Candice sucked on my right nipple while her redhead girlfriend engulfed my left. I gasped as they sucked on me. My body shuddered on the bed.

Lizaveta slid on from the right, her futa-cock bobbing before her. She knelt beside Candice, aiming her dick at my lips. Her round breasts swayed while her black hair bobbed about her face. She grinned, arching an eyebrow.

“Mmm, fuck that cock into my mouth,” I moaned, my nipples throbbing from Candice’s and Ginny’s sucking. “And you, Guanting, ram that dick into my cunt.”

The Chinese futa grinned at me, her eyes smoldering behind her glasses. She stroked her cock, bigger than I thought it would be. It thrust from her trimmed, black bush, precum bubbling at her tip. Just as she mounted the foot of the bed, Lizaveta buried her dick into me.

I sucked on her cock, savoring the feel of it in my mouth. My tongue ran over it while my nipples throbbed. Guanting settled between my thighs. She rubbed her cock into my blonde bush, teasing my labia.

Noise burst through the cafeteria. The first of the futas had arrived. They were eager for the gangbang. I shuddered as Guanting rammed into my pussy. My juicy cunt welcomed the nerdy futa’s dick. I sucked hard on Lizaveta, the pleasure surging through me.

They would all see me being a slut. For this week, I would be an utter whore. I would never have anything to be embarrassed about again. I shuddered on the bed, my pussy clenching around Guanting’s dick as she thrust it over and over into my cunt.

“Look at that!” the first futa groaned.

“I can’t wait for my turn!”

“Damn, Randi has some big tits!”

“The Program is so awesome!”

“It would be so hot for my girlfriend to get chosen. Just imagine fucking her first then every futa getting my sloppy seconds.”

“That’s messed up! I am sooo down for fucking your girlfriend at any time!”

Their words spilled over me as I squirmed on the bed. The A/V club pleased my body. My pussy clenched down on Guanting’s cock. Her dick thrust hard and deep into me. I moaned around Lizaveta. I sucked hard on her, loving the feel of her in my mouth while her round breast jiggled above me. Candice groped my tit, her tongue darting around my areolas. Ginny nibbled on my other nipple.

It was incredible.

The cameras all rolled. The sound was being collected. Across the college, classroom TV’s would be tuned to me. Students could watch me on their phones or on a computer. They were seeing me writhing, being a slut. A whore.

My pussy grew hotter. My orgasm built so fast. I whimpered around Lizaveta’s dick, sucking with all my might. The drool ran down my cheek. I shuddered, the heat swelling and swelling through my body.

“Damn!” groaned Guanting. “She’s tight.”

“She sucks cock like a pro,” panted Lizaveta. “I can’t last long.”

“Good, I want my turn!” a futa called.

Ginny giggled about my nipple. She popped her mouth off, squeezing my tit. “Ooh, just let yourself go, Randi. Cum and cum!”

I squealed around Lizaveta’s cock as my orgasm surged closer and closer. My pussy squeezed around Guanting’s dick. Then Ginny sucked my nipple back into her mouth, her hands digging into my flesh. Both my nubs throbbed. Candice sucked hard on the other one, the pleasure shooting down to my pussy being reamed by Guanting’s girl-cock.

I squeezed my eyes shut, the watching futas making me hornier. I knew my futa-lover watched with hunger. She was witnessing me enjoying my body to its fullest. I shuddered, my cunt tightening on Guanting’s dick.

She slammed to the hilt in me, my clit throbbing. My body bucked. My pussy convulsed. My orgasm rushed through me.

“Oh, damn!” gasped Guanting. The Chinese futa fucked me faster. “She’s cumming!”

I squealed around Lizaveta’s cock. I sucked hard on her dick as the pleasure surged through me. She moaned as I nursed on her cock. My nipples throbbed. The futa-cock churned up my pussy, sending wave after wave of rapture through me.

“Fuck!” Lizaveta moaned.

Her cock erupted in my mouth. That wonderful cum spurted again and again. I gulped it down. I swallowed it, the heat flowing down to my cunt. I shuddered on the bed, my pussy writhing around the huge cock in me. Stars danced before my eyes.

I trembled through my orgasm. My flesh writhed around Guanting’s clit-dick. She kept thrusting it into me. Hard, powerful thrusts that had me shuddering and shaking.

It was incredible. My mind melted beneath the onslaught. There was so much delight racing through my body. I whimpered and moaned. I sucked out the last of Lizaveta’s cum. She stumbled back, her cock popping out of my mouth.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck that big futa-dick in me!” I moaned. “Keep me cumming! Ooh, you’re such a cute, Guanting!”

“Yes!” she gasped and rammed to the hilt in me.

Ginny and Candice released my nipples. They both slid off the bed while the Chinese futa pumped her cum into me. Guanting’s glasses shifted on her round face. Her eyes squeezed shut as she moaned. Her jizz pumped into my twat. Hot splashes that set off another orgasm.

“Yes, yes, flood me!” I moaned. “All the other futas are getting sloppy seconds after you!”

My head tossed back and forth. I spotted the futas lining up, recognizing more than a few. Liese was at the front, the blonde futa already naked, her tits as big as mine. I shuddered, my pussy writhing about Guanting’s dick, milking out the last of her cum.

Ms. Rowbottom, my sexy futa-lover, stroked her futa-cock on the sideline. She couldn’t join in. Too bad. I would have loved to start off with her cum shooting into me.

“Damn,” Guanting panted and then ripped out. “Okay, futas, she’s all yours.”

“Yes!” I moaned. “Come fuck me hard. Pound me. I need your big girl-dicks fucking all my holes.” I rolled over onto my hands and knees, my big tits swaying. Cum soaked my bush as the futas all groaned. “That’s right. I need them all in me. I’m a slut. I want everyone to know!”

Ms. Rowbottom nodded and winked at me.

Liese pounced on me. I heard her big tits slapping together as she grabbed my hips. My pussy, still convulsing from my orgasm, rippled in delight. She rammed her girl-dick to the hilt in me. My flesh convulsed around her, a shock of pleasure surging through me.

“Oh, goddess, yes!” I howled.

She seized my hair, fucking me hard and fast. “Ooh, you’re such a slut, aren’t you? Just a naughty whore! We need you to speak! You got to lead us to victory with that wanton mouth of yours!”

“I will!” I moaned, my pussy spasming around her clit-dick, the pleasure raising through my body. “I’ll crush Bethel! Just give me that cock! Make me keep cumming! I’m such a slut!”

The humiliation of those words sent my orgasm spasming harder. I whimpered and moaned, the pleasure surging through me. Rapture slammed into my mind. I gasped and moaned, my head shaking from side to side.

Samantha appeared before me, her girlfriend hugging her from behind. Rosario fed me Samantha’s clit-dick. I swallowed it, sucking on the freshman’s futa-cock with hunger. My lips sealed around it. My pussy writhed and convulsed.

I bucked back into the thrusts, getting fucked hard while moans echoed around me.

“Yes, yes, suck my Samantha’s cock!”

“Your pussy is so tight, Captain!”

“Spurt your seed in her, I want a turn!”

“Gonna pound that ass! I’m lubed and ready!”

“Let’s DP her, Shelena! She can ride my dick while you fuck her asshole!”

The words were incredible. My pussy convulsed and spasmed with such delight. I squealed around Samantha’s cock as she rammed her shaft into my mouth. Her girlfriend massaged her tits, squeezing them while loved the futa.

Liese’s tits heaved behind me. They smacked together as her crotch spanked my rump. Her moans echoed around me as she used my pussy. The pleasure surged through me. Drool ran down my chin as I shuddered, consumed by this passion.

It was insane.

I loved it.

My pussy convulsed. My twat spasmed and writhed around their big dicks. This amazing pleasure shot through me. It had me dizzy, reeling. I panted and groaned, my eyes fluttering as the heat surged through my body. I whimpered, stars bursting before my eyes.

It was incredible. The two futas fucked me from either end. My tits swayed beneath me. I could see the cameras out of the corner of my eyes, the A/V club making adjustments. The futas cheered. The college watched.

My mind drowned in humiliating orgasms.

My embarrassment swept through me in powerful waves of ecstatic heat. My cunt sucked at Liese’s cock as hungrily as my mouth sucked on Samantha’s throbbing clit-dick. Both futas moaned and gasped.

“Shit!” gasped Samantha.

“Cum in her mouth, honey!” whimpered Rosario.

“Yes!”

Hot cum spurted into my mouth. I gulped down that wonderful flavor. Liese slammed into my pussy and then she flooded, too. Her spunk fired into my writhing twat. That amazing delight filled me, mixing with Guanting’s huge load.

Jizz ran down my thighs, spilling out my twat and dripping through my bush. I whimpered, stars exploding across my vision. I kept cumming, lost to this rapture. It was incredible. The futas cheered and whooped.

Samantha ripped her cock out my mouth, panting.

“You’re going to trounce those Bethel skanks, Captain!” Liese howled as she spurted a final time into me.

“I will!” I gasped. “I’ll out-debate the and out fuck them!”

April Gore appeared, the brunette kicker for the football team. The cute futa pulled me down on top of her. I impaled my sloppy cunt on her girl-dick, moaning in delight. I through my eyes over my shoulder and saw Shelena sauntering up, her ebony cock gleaming with lube.

“Damn, I love fucking sluts up the ass!” she said, glancing over at the Hispanic futa and her girlfriend working the computer. “You recording this, Paloma?”

“Yes,” she answered, her voice throaty. Her girlfriend, Salome, pressed closer to her, clinging to her. They were cute together.

Not like me right now. I was a slut. “Come fuck me up the ass, Shelena!”

The quarterback of our football team mounted the bed and brought that dick to my asshole. My pussy convulsed around April’s cock as my orgasm died down. I needed more pleasure. I wanted to keep cumming and cumming.

Shelena’s lubed cock pressed into my asshole. She thrust hard into me. My anal ring surrendered to her. I gasped, feeling two cocks in me. It was naughtier than debate class yesterday. My back arched, my large tits swaying over April’s head.

“Fuck me!” I howled.

Shelena did.

She pounded my asshole. My orgasm exploded through me. Stars burst across my vision. I shook my head, whimpering, moaning. My tits heaved as Shelena slammed her girl-dick deep into my bowels over and over. She used me just the way my shameful body craved.

My pussy and asshole writhed about their dicks. April fucked upward, bouncing me on her shaft, the bed springs creaking. I gasped and moaned, my blonde hair flying as they used me. They drove me wild. They melted my brain with their huge cocks.

The futas cheered. They were all naked, stroking their shafts, waiting for their turns. I licked my lips, aching for a dick to suck. Then I moaned when Teal showed up. The freshman rammed her cock into my mouth.

I sucked hard on her clit-dick, small compared to the two football player’s shafts. Their futa-cocks stretched my holes. I shuddered, moaning, gasping, my orgasms spilling from one to the other. A never-ending surge of bliss.

Shelena dumped her load in my asshole first. A futa replaced her.

I gasped and moaned, used by the futas. They plunged their cocks into me. I swallowed their cum. Their futa-jizz leaked out of my pussy and asshole. Streaks of their pearly passion coated my heaving tits and pooled in the small of my back.

It spurted at me from all sides at one point. They bathed my body in their girl-jizz. I writhed and moaned, rubbing my sloppy cunt. They soaked my hair as I was lost to the delicious pleasure. This wanton bliss that burned through me.

So many futas fucked me. Leann Winthrop, Hazel Reed, Mbali Arendse, Ayame from the swim team, Iesha Faulkner, Caridad Vazquez, Lucrezia Arena. Ase Westerberg. So many of them rammed cocks into my holes, coating me in cum.

I showed the college all my passions. If I could have every futa in school fuck me, then I had nothing to be embarrassed about. I dripped in jizz. It soaked me. It ran out of me. They didn’t hate me. They didn’t think I was a disgusting girl.

They loved me.

“RANDI!” they cheered as a futa fucked me in the ass while I sucked on Nia Oliver’s cock.

“RANDI!” they cried in delight as I rode Candice’s big dick, working my cunt up and down that freshman’s shaft while her girlfriend, Ginny, rode her mouth.

“RANDI!” they cried as Charisma lapped up futa-jizz from my cunt while getting her dick sucked by her little sister.

“RANDI!” they cried as I devoured Annalee’s pussy while taking two futa cocks in my pussy at the same time, my cunt stretched to my utter limits.

They loved me all. They used me. I was a star.

And I would defeat Bethel’s debate team. I knew it. Everyone in college had seen me. As I lay there on the bed, the show over, I smiled. I was soaked in cum, and the most important person in the world, Ms. Rowbottom, stood over me.

“Aren’t you just the most beautiful thing in the universe?” she said. There was no hatred in her eyes. Only love.

If she could see me do all those naughty things and not despise me, then I could do anything. I had nothing to fear.

“I love you,” I whispered.

She smiled. “Now let’s get you cleaned up.”

To be continued…

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This is part 2 of my Crazy Two Weeks stories. These stories are fictional. This one is mother’s story. The next one will be about sister watching and then participating with mother having domination sex with father.

A couple of months after my crazy two weeks with my sister I was home alone. I went exploring in my mother’s room and I found her diary. She hid it in the box spring mattress of her bed. She must have used a box cutter to create a slit on the side to slipped it in. I found the key taped to the bottom of her underwear draw. I read most of it. But this one entry really stood out because it was about my sister and it happened only a few months before our crazy two weeks of having sex with each other. She wrote it by hand but I’m typing it into my computer to post. She has amazingly good hand writing. It’s like a computer printer. Here’s what she wrote:

I can’t believe what just happened. I love Kim so much. I hope this doesn’t scare her or something. She is so precious to me I would not be able to stand it. It wasn’t meant to be this way but it just happened. It happened to me and I turned out okay. Well, mostly okay. I think she will be fine. This is all John’s fault. I know he’s cheating on me. It all started today when I got home from work. John is away on his “business” trip. But I know he’s up to something. I was able to figure out his laptop password. Using your dog’s name 123 for your password is really dumb. I was snooping around. The idiot doesn’t know how to clear out his browser cache either. He’s into some really effed up porno. Then I found an Email from Susan. Who the eff is Susan? Apparently Susan and John have be sending sex Emails back and forth. I have to admit the Email from Susan worked for me. I could feel my juices starting to stir and I found myself rubbing my clit as I read it. Anyway, so there I was after reading this effing Email and feeling sad I might be losing my husband. I was sitting there thinking about the time in high school when I was dating Jeff the co-captain of the football team and he dumped me. Now I was really sad. Just then my daughter walks in. I was getting ready for bed and I’m only wearing my bathrobe. She must have just come out of the shower and only had a towel on. She says, “Mom, do you have any more of the hair bands you buy for me? Mom, what’s wrong?” She must have seen I was crying. I said, “Nothing” as I stared forward. She knew I was lying. So gets on the bed with me and puts her arm around me.

I instantly start thinking about the time when Jeff broke up with me in high school. I was only 16 and I was so distraught about Jeff dumping me. I was crying on my bed in my room for hours. My mother comes in and sees me crying. She says, “What’s wrong sweetheart?” I tell her about Jeff. She tells me everything will be fine but that just makes me cry even harder. I was so distraught I actually wet my pants with a little pee. My mother says, “Let’s get you ready for bed.” She takes off my shirt and bra. But I am so distraught I just don’t care. She takes off my pants and socks. She takes off my panties and says, “Your panties are wet. Oh sweetheart. I’ll be right back.” She comes back in with a warm wash rag and rubs it around my pussy. It feels really good and I mostly stop crying from her distraction. She gently uses her forefinger to wipe around my pussy lips. She is actually pressing her forefinger inside a bit and I swear she rubbed my clit up and down a few times. She’s working it around and then goes really low. I can feel her wipe the rag across my asshole with her finger. It feels really good.

There I am on my bed completely naked. She gets my nightie and slips it over my head and tucks me into bed. But she gets into bed with me and I scoot over. She tells me to lie there quietly. The sheets were cold and snuggling next to her felt so warm. Under the covers she’s lightly dragging her fingers over my body. It feels really good and calms me down. After a while I stop thinking about Jeff. I felt a ping of chills rush over my body every time her hand brushed over my pussy area. She would also drag the back of her fingers lightly over my tits. My nipples were instantly hard and it felt so tingly. Her caresses really had all of my attention and I was able to finally calm down. Then she says, “See, there are ways to forget about boys who break our hearts.” After she says this she puts her hand on my pussy. She knows just how to press her fingers into me. As she’s rubbing my pussy and it feels really good. My mind is gone. I could not say anything because I was just getting over crying so hard about Jeff. I just let her do whatever she wanted to do. And it felt really so good I just didn’t care. This went on for some time and then she pulled my nightie up and put her fingers directly on my pussy area. It felt amazing. She pressed a little harder until her fingers were slightly inside me rubbing up and down against my clit. I couldn’t help myself at this point and I was moving my hips up and down to meet her hand. Soon I was no longer able to control myself, my body stiffened, and I had a huge orgasm into my mother’s hand. It felt so amazingly good. I was so relieved and spent. It felt like every emotion in my being was drained away from my body. I just fell asleep in her hand.

We never talked about it after that and nothing ever happened again. But this is what was on my mind when my daughter put her arm around me to console me on my sadness. My daughter then starts rubbing my shoulders and says, “Come on mom, you need to relax. Whatever it is everything will be fine.” All of sudden my daughter is acting like my mother. And it made me feel better so I didn’t care. After rubbing my shoulders for awhile she tells me to take off my robe and lay face down. She starts rubbing my shoulders and back. She starts working her way down my back. She starts rubbing my lower legs and works her way up. A few times she was rubbing dangerously close to my pussy lips. I spread my legs just a little apart without thinking. She starts rubbing my butt but only briefly. She hops over and starts rubbing the other leg the same way. She then hops between the lower part of my lets and starts rubbing both my legs upward. She starts with her hands on my calves. She then rubs the back of my knees. She then works her way over and around the back of my thighs. When she gets to my butt she starts rubbing in circles. Each time she goes around she is slightly spreading my butt cheeks. It feels very good and I begin to get tingling sensations in my stomach and pussy. She’s doing a really good job. I don’t know how many times I let out a, “Mmmmmm”. At one point she was spreading my butt cheeks and I swear she was lightly blowing cool air on my sphincter. It felt amazingly good. It kind of felt like she was licking me. But I know it was just cool air. Maybe she was just lowering her head down and smelling me and I was feeling her exhale on me. I’m not sure.

She then tells me to roll over. I felt like I was under her control so I just did whatever she said. She started rubbing the top of my shoulders. I just closed my eyes. My breasts and pussy are on display but my daughter has seen my naked body many times. She’s rubbing my shoulders working her way down to my breasts. She was gently caressing her fingers in circles around my breasts. Occasionally her finger tips touch my nipples which are extremely erect at this point. She works her way down to my stomach. She’s rubbing the area above my pussy and occasionally her finger tips would run through the top of my pussy hairs. She then starts rubbing my legs. Every now and then she is coming dangerously close to my pussy lips. She then starts caressing her finger tips over my pussy hairs. She would start low and drag her finger tips upwards over my pussy hairs. Her light touch on my pussy hairs was very exciting. I felt like I was getting wet. At this point my daughter completely succeeded in getting my mind off my sadness.

Without really thinking about it, I reach out with my right hand and I started caressing the bottom of her butt area. Her towel was covering most of her back but my hand was able to reach underneath her and I started to caress butt and pussy hairs. I started doing the same thing to her she was doing to me. My finger tips were touching her soft butt skin an occasionally I would feel my fingers tips glide over her pussy hairs and pussy lips. My finger tips were lightly strumming her butt and playing her pussy lips like a musical instrument. We kept caressing each other for several soothing and tingling minutes.

Kim then takes off her towel and puts it to the side. She then moves her leg over and straddles my head. She then lowers her pussy down over my mouth. It just felt so right and natural I did not protest her doing it. I simply start licking her. I have tasted my own pussy juices before and it has always excited me. But I never licked someone else’s pussy before. It was so much better than anything I ever imagined. I was really getting excited and so was Kim. She was using her fingers to rub and massage my clit the whole time. My clit feels almost painfully swollen at this point like it was about to burst. Kim knew exactly how to move her fingers to rub it in just the right way. As she’s rubbing my throbbing clit she continues to press her pussy into my face. I’m working my tongue furiously. It did not take long for Kim to orgasm. Her body got really tense and she was letting out the sweetest little moans. I think she was trying to be quiet so her brother who was most likely playing video games in his room would not hear what we were doing.

She then rolls over and gets between my legs. She looks up at me and our eyes meet for a brief moment. Her eyes were slightly glassy and there was no doubt in my mind that she was completely possessed by the moment. She licked my pussy once, paused, and then she started licking my pussy furiously. She was amazing at licking my pussy. She is so much better than my husband ever was at doing it. Plus her soft face pressing against my legs and pussy area was so amazingly hot. Men’s whiskers suck. It did not take long and I think I orgasmed more than once. I was not as quiet as Kim. I think maybe our next door neighbor might have heard me at one point. Hey, sex is part of life. I don’t care what they think. It’s my orgasm not theirs!

Afterwards Kim climbs up into the crook of my arm. Her head is now resting on my bosom. Her mouth is only inches away from the nipple of my right breast. I can feel her exhale lightly brushing over my nipple. My nipple is uncontrollably erect as she’s breathing on it. She’s watching it with her eyes and she asks me, “Why were you so upset before?” The whole thing comes back to me in an instant. I tell her about what I suspect is going on with her father. She assures me I may be misinterpreting the whole thing. I tell her, “Don’t worry, I will make him pay. Your father is my sex slave. I will make him tell me exactly what he’s doing. He belongs to me!” I can tell by the look on her face she was little taken aback by my proclamation. That’s okay. I really will make him pay if he’s cheating on me. Even if he isn’t cheating on me I will make him pay. Maybe during one of our sessions I will arrange for Kim to watch him serve me without him knowing it. Maybe I will force him to lick Kim’s pussy if she lets him. This is going to be so much fun! I can’t wait!

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Jenny wants to help her closeted girlfriend come to turns with being a lesbian the naughtiest way possible!

Futa’s Wild Passion

Chapter Nine: Lesbian Eats the Futa’s Creampie

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to FallenAngelX00 for beta reading this!

A fresh musk filled my nose. Something squirmed atop me. A hot mouth engulfed my dick, sucking hard on me. My cock pulsed in the hungry mouth. My eyes fluttered open. I groaned, this heat rippling through my body, my cunt clenching.

I had a cock?

My groggy mind struggled to work through that question. My eyes opened and stared at the pussy inches from my face covered by a fine down of strawberry-blonde hair. The slit was tight, beading with juices. I shuddered from the mouth sucking hard on my dick, the girl’s tongue dancing and swirling around the tip of my cock.

“What?” I struggled to understand what was going on.

Then my memories sharpened. I had a cock because on Sunday, I’d become a futanari. I came down with the rare condition, grew a clit-dick, and been having a wild time for the last two days with it. The girl on sucking on my dick was my little sister, Allie.

I was enjoying incest.

“Allie,” I groaned as the pleasure raced through me. She had shared my bed last night. I don’t know if Mom realized my little sister was sharing my bed, but we’d just pretend that we fell asleep talking again, and not because we were making love in my bedroom while Mom was downstairs watching Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy like she did every weeknight.

My hands grabbed my little sister’s ass. She was a year younger than me, eighteen and nubile. My tongue darted through her pussy, tasting her fresh juices. We had to be quiet. We couldn’t let our mother or our older twin sisters know about this.

I don’t think they would understand my relationship with Allie. Only people who had crossed that incestuous line could.

People like my friend Pita and her mother. They had sex with me, together, last night. A hot time that I didn’t expect especially since Mrs. Asis was married. Watching mother and daughter having sex and enjoying my cock together had been hot.

Like making love to my little sister.

My tongue fluttered up and down her pussy. I licked and lapped at her, enjoying the flavor of her fresh twat. I dragged my tongue up and down her cunt. I savored the taste of her. My fingers dug into her rump. I massaged her ass. I kneaded her, caressed her. My tongue thrust into her cunt, swirling around inside of her.

This wonderful taste of her pussy. Her fresh cream soaked my cunt. I breathed in her musk while she moaned around my cock. That wonderful pleasure spilled down my cock and through me. My tongue darted up and down her slit, caressing her, teasing her. I loved the flavor of her. The more I licked, the harder she sucked.

It was amazing.

“Oh, Allie,” I purred, keeping my voice soft. I could tell it was morning, the sky out my window lighter. It was a school day. Tuesday. We should probably get up soon. So I had to devour her twat faster.

I sucked on her labia. I nibbled on her. Allie bobbed her cock up and down on my dick. My lips sealed around on her shaft. I sucked on her. My cunt clenched hard, the tip of my cock twitching in her mouth. Her tongue danced around my crown.

The bed creaked beneath her. She slid her hand down my cock as I swirled my tongue around in her cunt. Her fingers reached the folds of my twat. I shuddered as she stroked up and down my labia. My toes curled as she fingered my hymen, that thin membrane of flesh.

Her digits pumped up and down my pussy lips, teasing me. The pleasure burned through me, building me towards that wonderful explosion of cum that would flood her mouth. My massaging fingers came closer and closer to her butt-crack. I dipped inside, sliding down to her asshole. I found it.

Teased it.

Allie squealed around my cock. Her passion hummed and vibrated, teasing my sensitive tip.

My tongue danced up and down her slit. I dug into her folds, loving her juices soaking my lips. More and more flowed. My fingers caressed around her asshole. I stimulated her, loving the feel of her puckered sphincter. I pressed my middle finger on it.

She sucked hard. She squealed around my cock as I slid into her asshole. Her velvety sheath embraced me. It was amazing. A wicked experience. Her mouth sucked with greater and greater passion for me. We were building and building to that wonderful explosion.

My mother’s bedroom door creaked open.

I pumped my finger in and out of my sister’s asshole. I thrust into the depths of her bowels. I wiggled around inside of her. I caressed the velvety walls of her anal sheath, teasing her. I stirred around inside her sphincter, stirring her, teasing her, my tongue thrust into her cunt. I fucked my tongue in and out of her, plunging fast and hard into both her holes.

She squealed. She moaned. Her hips wiggled back and forth. Her pussy ground against my face, her juices spilling over my chin. She was so hot and sexy. Our mother moved down the hallway. We had to be quiet.

It was so hot.

My pussy clenched, teased by her fingers. The pressure built and built at the tip of my dick. I would explode down her mouth. I would fire so much jizz into her. It would be incredible. I groaned, my digits digging into her rump. I held her ass. Massaged her. It was such a treat to experience. To share with her.

A light rap knocked on my door.

I shuddered, jamming my finger deep into my sister’s asshole. My stomach tensed; our mother just outside the door. Allie kept sucking on my dick not caring that we could get caught. That our mother could open it up and catch my little sister and me in the throes of incest.

My pleasure swelled. My sister squirmed around me, her pussy rubbing against my face. Her cream spilled hot on my lips. I couldn’t stop fingering her. I couldn’t stop her from sucking on me. This was insane, but I was too horny to stop.

I had to cum.

“Jenny, honey, you need to get up,” she said. “I hope Allie didn’t keep you up too long.”

“I’m up, Mom!” I panted, Allie sucking with such force on my cock. The incestuous thrill built and built. “Just getting out of bed.”

“Okay,” she said. “Did Allie sleep with you again.”

“Yes!” I moaned, my futa-cock exploding into my sister’s mouth. The jizz pumped into her mouth. It spilled into her as the pleasure surged through me. “We fell asleep… talking about… things!”

“Glad you two are getting along,” Mom said as my body shuddered. The pleasure pumped through my body. My pussy juices gushed out, bathing my sister’s fingers rubbing my labia.

“Me, too!” I panted. I latched onto my sister’s clit. I sucked hard on her.

“Well, get up. Need to get ready. I’ll have breakfast going.”

I wanted to say something, but I was sucking hard on my sister’s clit. She gulped down my cum. My pleasure pumped into her mouth. She gulped it down. My futa-dick pulsed and throbbed. My cunt spasmed, waves of pleasures mixing with the shots of rapture firing through me.

“Jenny?” my mother asked. I heard my doorknob rattle.

Allie squealed around my cock. Her juices gushed into my mouth as wrenched my lips away. “We’ll be down! Just give us a moment! We’re waking up. You know Allie!”

“Oh, I do,” Mom said and chuckled while her youngest daughter’s pussy juices bathed my chin and soaked down to my neck. That wonderful aroma surged around me. “Okay. Get up. You overslept.”

We had?

I shuddered and groaned, my dick pumping spunk hard into Allie’s mouth. She sucked out the last of my cum. I licked and fluttered up her juices. I drank them. I sucked up their juices. I loved the taste of her. The feel of her.

Overslept?

“Allie?” I groaned as my orgasm peaked. All my cum had fired into her mouth. “Did you turn off my alarm clock.”

She popped her mouth off. “Yeah. It was annoying. I hit snooze and then decided to do something else.”

My alarm clock suddenly blared. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Allie giggled and slapped it again. “Ooh, I guess I can’t ride your dick.”

“Should have started with that,” I panted. “Oh, god, we got to shower before Mom realizes that we smell like a pair of lesbian sisters.”

Allie giggled. “Speak for yourself. I’m bi. You have a cock and a pussy. You, though, are all lezzie.”

“Nope, I have a cock. This was totally straight for me. Just ask my girlfriend.”

“Ooh, you and Wendy are so cute together. I hope you can feel her out and see if she’s like Pita and finds incest hot.”

I shuddered.

Showers and bathroom time was planned out with five women under one roof. Oversleeping threatened to throw it all off. Allie wanted to shower together, but I knew what would happen. I jumped in first and scrubbed fast before hopping out and letting her have her turn. I had my own makeup mirror in my bedroom and took care of it in there, putting myself together as fast as I could. I dressed in a pair of tight panties, my futa-cock half-hard and pressed into my stomach. My skirt fell around my thighs, my cock not too noticeable.

I was looking forward to this shopping trip with Mom after classes were done.

Mom had breakfast finished when we came down. She was dressed and ready for her own job. She worked some sort of IT job. Her new boss was a bitch, this Russian woman that would make her come in on the weekends to fix problems that came up. My poor mom sometimes looked so overworked, but she had to work hard since our father died.

She wore a silk blouse with a scoop top, a soft gray that cradled her large breasts. Her curly, blonde hair bounced around her head as she moved around the kitchen. She had at tight, dark-purple pencil skirt and wore dark stockings on her lush legs.

Allie nudged me when she saw me checking out our mother as she put out plates of scrambled eggs and bacon before us. My cheeks burned and my sister arched both eyebrows. She clearly thought it was hot I was ogling our mother.

The twins were quiet, both looking at their textbooks and not saying much. Allie’s theory that they were lesbian lovers had once again proven a bust. Allie had tapped into their laptops again and watched them through the camera last night after our first round of lovemaking.

Nothing sexy had happened between the twins.

Mom insisted on driving me to college again. My three sisters were on their own for getting to school, relying on the city bus. When Mom slipped into the car, her purple skirt rode up for a moment and flashed a peek of her pale-white thigh above her thigh-high stockings. I had no idea that she was into wearing thigh highs and not just pantyhose.

She was a sexy woman. My futa-cock hardened, my cock throbbing in my panties. I definitely was looking forward to shopping with Mom. Buying new panties and clothes and then modeling them for her, letting her see my nineteen-year-old body.

“How was school yesterday?” Mom asked as she backed out of the driveway, her blonde hair dancing about her shoulders. Her large breasts seemed even more on display as I sat next to her. She had a naughtier blouse on than normal. I hoped she was dressing to meet a new man. Someone at work. It had been a few years since Dad died.

Mom deserved happiness.

“I came out as a futa,” I said.

“Oh, really?” she asked. “How’d that go?”

“Everyone was supportive. Mostly.” I shifted. “I even have a girlfriend now.”

“A girlfriend?” Mom asked. Our family was Christian. We went to church every Sunday, and it wasn’t one of those progressive churches that accepted homosexuality. “Well, I did say that its okay for you to be with girls now that you have a cock, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” I said. “It’s Wendy. We’re going on our first date on Friday.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful,” she said. “Wendy’s such a great girl. I never thought she was would be someone you would date.”

“I was a little surprised by it, too,” I said, smiling. “She’s a lot of fun. I’m looking forward to it.”

“That’s great,” she said. “And no one else is really objecting. No one is teasing on you. Dean Washington assures me she will come down hard on any student who picks on you.”

My cheeks warmed. Dean Washington had shown her enthusiasm for me when she fucked me in her office. I was intrigued by this network of lesbian professors who seduced students into girl-on-girl love. The lesbians thought my cock made things hotter but was still gay. Wendy thought me having a dick made it not gay for us to have sex even though it was clear she was a closet lesbian.

The mental gymnastics were fascinating. I wanted to help Wendy embrace herself. I understood. My sexuality had swung radically two days ago. I lost all desire for boys and just wanted all the girls I could. Especially if I could share them with Allie.

She was my first. The one I loved the most. The one I couldn’t tell the world about.

Mom and I made chit-chat on the short ride to my college. She pulled into the driveway. Nearby, the buses dropped off other students while those who drove parked in the student lot. Mom leaned over and kissed my cheek.

“Have a good day at school,” she said, her breasts swaying. I could see down her cleavage. She had a lacy bra that peeked out. My blood boiled through my veins. Those big breasts were just lovely. MILFs were hot. I had such a wild time with Mrs. Asis last night and Dean Washington had been fun.

“Yeah,” I said, my futa-cock pulsing hard, my mouth growing dry as I lusted for my mother. Incest tingles rushed through me. My cunt clenched tight. My juices soaked my panties as my futa-cock pulsed and throbbed, fully hard.

“I’ll see you after classes,” she said, her hand touching mine. Her fingers were so warm. “I got permission from my boss to get off early, so we’ll hit the stores. I got a raise, so we can afford to buy you some nice, new things so you can be comfortable.”

“Thanks, Mom,” I said. I reached for the door handle.

“No kiss goodbye?” Mom asked. “Is it embarrassing in front of your friends to kiss your mom.”

I wanted to kiss her hard. I ducked my head in, wanting to plant one on her mouth and not on her cheek. I brushed her cheek, feeling her makeup beneath my lips. Her scents filled my nose. I shuddered, my cunt clenching as I wanted to just kiss to her lips and thrust my tongue into her mouth.

Instead, I pulled back and said, “Bye, Mom.”

“Have a good day,” she said as I slipped out, my futa-dick aching for her. I was becoming a complete, wild pervert.

Pita spotted me as my mom pulled away. My Hispanic friend had this sultry smile burning on her lips. I grinned at her as she sauntered over, her curly-brown hair spilling about her face. She had this twinkle in her eyes.

“Mom wants you to come over and study again,” she said. “She thinks you’re a good influence on me.”

“Oh, sure,” I said while students walking by us. Many of them waved at me or flashed me thumbs up in support, including the boys. I had my suspicions that many of them were supporting me because a lot of girls were.

Dumb guys trying to get into pussy. Well, pussy was the perfect place to put a cock.

“Maybe Allie can join us,” I said. “You know, help her do better.”

“Oh, sure,” Pita said, her eyes sparkling. “That sounds fun. I’m sure Mom would love it.” She hooked her arm around mine. She held me tight as we walked down the sidewalk to the college building. “Tonight?”

“I’m shopping with my mom tonight,” I said. “Tomorrow?”

“Yes!” she said.

“Yes, what?” Wendy asked, her voice sounding tight.

I turned around to see my girlfriend rushing up. She took my other arm and darted her lips in and kissed me on my mouth. I shuddered at the feel of her against my mouth. She broke away and had this smile on her face.

“Just going to study at Pita’s,” I said. “My little sister will be joining us.”

“Yeah, we’ll be mentoring her,” Pita said, “under my mom’s supervision.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Wendy said, clinging to me. “Got to keep your grades up.”

I blushed. I wished I knew how to feel out my girlfriend on her feelings about incest. It was one thing to have it all come out when Pita caught me in the middle of having sex with her mother, it was another thing to bring it up with my girlfriend in a casual conversation. “I like having sex with my sister. You cool with that?”

That didn’t seem like the greatest plan to me.

I had a hardon all morning. Being at college was such a tease. There were so many cute girls paying attention to me. They were giving me support, hugging me to tell me they were so happy that I was brave enough to come out, promising to be there if anyone was harassing me. They were all beautiful and soft and delicious and I wanted to fuck them all.

A few seemed to give indication they wanted to do something special for me.

It was torture.

And then there was my professor, Mrs. Greene. She was so beautiful and sexy with her blue eyes and large breasts and that lush smile. My English professor had my cock twitching and throbbing and pulsing in my panties. I bit my lip. My hips wiggled from side to side, I was all so juicy and aching.

When lunch came around, Wendy found me like she had yesterday. She threw her arms around me and kissed me right there in the hallway. Her tongue thrust into past my lips and fluttered her tongue around my mouth. It was just a delicious treat. I squeezed her. I pulled her tight against me, my dick throbbing.

“Oh, look at them!” said a girl.

“Wendy’s so brave to date a futanari,” another said.

“So lucky, you mean. I wished I’d snatched her up.”

“They’re so cute together.”

“Getting hot and heavy, you two!”

Wendy broke the kiss, blushing. The innocent, blonde girl was so shy so it was so hot to experiencing her being so bold and affectionate. She broke away from me and gripped my arm tight. She had a sparkle in her eyes as we walked away, leaving behind a hallway full of whispering gossips.

“Um…” Wendy said, “so you have that key to the faculty bathroom, right?”

“Oh, you’re not suggesting we go in there and have sex?” I said with amusement.

“Well…” She bit her lower lip. “I can’t keep thinking about you. I can’t wait for our date. I’m so… so… horny.” Her cheeks were scarlet.

“You are so cute,” I said. I kissed her cheek. “Sure, we can do it.”

“Good,” she said. “Victoria will be happy.”

I arched an eyebrow. Victoria was another friend of ours. A friend who’d shared in the triple blowjob her, Pita, and Wendy had given me yesterday. “Victoria is meeting us.”

“Well…” Wendy trembled against me. “She wants to be your sex friend, so I thought, you know, I could watch or something. I’m your girlfriend. I should be allowed to share in this stuff. Like with your blowjob yesterday.”

“Sure,” I said. “That sounds hot.”

Victoria waited around the faculty lounge. The hallways here were empty, everyone eating. My stomach rumbled, but I could wolf down something after having sex. I needed more. My futa-cock was a horny thing.

“Hey,” my brunette friend said. She had plump lips, her round breasts held in a t-shirt dress that fell down to her mid thighs, black tights peeking out from beneath. “We doing this?”

“Wendy convinced me. She was quite persuasive. Really wants to see me fuck you.” This hot idea was in there. “Wants to finger her twat while I fuck you hard.”

“Hot,” Victoria said. “You’re kinky, Wendy. I love that you’re coming out of your shell. Wanting to watch some girl-on-girl fun. Hot.”

“She’s a futa,” Wendy said, clinging to me. “She has a cock. So it’s not girl-on-girl.”

“Right,” I said, winking at her.

I pulled out the key and slipped it into the lock. I twisted it and thrust the door open. The three of us slipped in before we were spotted. I locked the door behind us and leaned against it. The bathroom wasn’t large. It had a sink, a toilet, and a trashcan. It had a fresh, orange smell. Wendy took a step back from. She pulled up her dress, her panties clinging to her pussy. They were delicious, schoolgirl panties, dainty and delicious.

“I have been thinking about this since yesterday,” Victoria moaned. She grabbed the hem of her dress t-shirt. She pulled it up higher and higher, exposing her tights clinging to her thighs and crotch. Her panties were shown through them. “Oh, god, I just want you in me, Jenny.”

She pulled off her outfit and threw them down. Her breasts jiggled and shook. Her hands reached behind her to unhook her bra. I smiled as I watched. The bra straps fell off her shoulders and then her round breasts came into view. They were just so delicious. Her tits swayed back and forth. Her nipples thrust hard before her.

She tweaked one as she stared at me. “Come on, Jenny, take off your clothes. Let’s see you naked. Mmm, I’m doing it. Wendy might strip naked, too.”

“Might!” Wendy gasped, her fingers rubbing at her pussy through her panties. She rubbed up and down her cunt, pressing into her twat. “I’ll get naked if you do, Jenny.”

I winked at her and attacked my own clothes.

The three of us ripped off our garments. Victoria was naked first, having a head start, ripping down her panties and tights in one go. She exposed her trimmed, brown bush. She sank down on the sink, legs spread wide as she stared at me, so ready to be fucked by me. She bit her lower lips as she watched my tits come into view, my red hair sweeping about my shoulders and brushing my cheeks.

Wendy had the most to take off. Her dress was conservative, with lots of buttons. After that was off, she had to strip off her panties. Soon was exposing her small breasts and her blonde-furred muff. She leaned again the tiled wall, rubbing her pussy as my futa-cock throbbed before me. It thrust from my fiery bush, hard and aching, ready to get hot and wild.

“Oh, my god, come fuck me,” moaned Victoria. She slid her fingers through labia. She parted her pussy lips. Her cunt spread wide, her juices dripping down her taint to her butt-hole just peeking out from between her asscheeks. “Yes, yes, come fuck me now.”

I sauntered to her, my dick bobbing before me. “Don’t want me to suck on your nipples?”

She shook her head.

“Don’t want me to eat you out?”

“No,” she moaned, her fingers pumping in and out of her cunt. She pumped them hard and fast into her twat. “I want you to fuck me. We don’t have all day. We need to get off fast.”

“So no foreplay at all?” I asked, stopping before her. I aimed my cock at her cunt. I was eager to bury into her twat. “You sure. I’m good at it.”

“I need your dick in me!” moaned Victoria. Her hand playing with her cunt shot out and grabbed my futa-cock. She gripped me tight. She squeezed me. She massaged me. She pulled me closer to her. “Now.”

Wendy giggled as she masturbated her pussy, plundering her fingers in and out of her twat as she watched us. Her eyes were hot on me. They were staring with such wicked lust. Her eyes flicking to Victoria’s body, too.

I would help Wendy out with her confusion. My idea was so kinky.

“I suppose I can just fuck you,” I said as Victoria pressed my futa-cock into her cunt. “If that’s what you need.”

“I do!” she moaned, rubbing my cock up and down the folds of her twat. Her juices spilled over my clit-dick. This pleasure ran up my shaft to my cunt. “Fuck me! Please, please, let me feel this monster in me. I need it!”

I rammed my cock deep into Victoria’s pussy. I sank to the hilt in her. She groaned, her cunt squeezing down around my hard shaft. My friend, nineteen like me, felt so hot and juicy. She was no virgin, but she was still tight. Her head snapped back and hit the mirror, the glass warping for a moment.

Victoria didn’t seem to notice.

She let out a throaty moan of delight. Her thighs were locked around me, holding my hips as I pumped my clit-dick away at her cunt. Her hands shot up to my round breasts. She squeezed them, kneaded them. Her fingers dug into my tits, fingers sliding up to pinch my nipples.

“Oh, my god, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, fuck! Oh, damn, that’s good. Fuck yes! Just ram that girl-dick into me! Plow into me hard! Oh, Jenny, yes! You’re huge. Bigger than any of my boyfriends. Holy shit! You’re so lucky, Wendy.”

“I know,” Wendy panted. “I love Jenny so much. It’s hot watching her fuck you. Her ass is pumping up and down. I just wished I could see her cock.”

“Get closer,” I panted, loving having an audience. My girl-dick was throbbing and aching in Victoria’s twat. “Get a great view of me fucking Victoria.”

“Yes, yes, I’m her fuck buddy, Wendy!” the brunette groaned, her pussy clenching tight around me. She gripped me as I plundered hard into her depths.

“Not your sex friend?” I asked.

“Fuck that! Pita can be your sex friend. I want to be your nasty fuck buddy! Ooh, ram that cock into me. Skinship is the fucking best!”

Wendy moved closer, rubbing her twat. Her small breasts jiggled as her blue eyes peered at us. Such lust spilled over her heart-shaped face. She gasped, seeing my cock thrusting in and out of our friend’s twat, my shaft coated in pussy juices.

I loved it. Her presence only made this hotter. I slammed deep and hard into Victoria. I fucked her with passion. I rammed my cock to the hilt in her cunt. I buried hard and deep, building and building towards that explosive finish. I wanted to spurt my cum in her.

“It’s hot, right?” moaned Victoria, her hands squeezing my tits. “Watching your girlfriend’s dick penetrate my cunt?”

“Yes!” groaned Wendy, her hips wiggling. She had both her hands between her thighs now. I couldn’t tell if she was fingering her cunt with both of them or just using one. “Oh, wow, Jenny, you’re fucking her so hard.”

“Because you’re making this so hot! I want to just cum in her!” I groaned. My breasts jiggled in Victoria’s squeezing hands. “To spurt all my spunk into her depths.”

“Ooh, yes, that’s hot,” said Victoria. “Explode in me. Let me feel the thrill of a futa cumming in me.”

“It’s amazing,” Wendy moaned, coming closer. She was within arm’s reach, fingering her twat hard and fast. She thrust her digits deep into her cunt, her juices glistening on her hands. She was using both, thrusting two fingers from each hand into her cunt. “Oh, yes, yes, I love it.”

“You’ll be next,” I promised her and pulled her close. She gasped as she pressed against me, her hip rubbing into Victoria’s thigh. I kissed her.

Wendy moaned into my lips. Her tongue darted into my mouth and danced with mine. My dick throbbed and ached as I pumped away hard into Victoria’s cunt. I buried to the depths in her, loving the way her pussy clung to my dick. The ache built faster and faster as my hand moved around Wendy’s body.

I found her cute ass.

I squeezed her tush as I fucked our friend. My girlfriend moaned into my lips, her tongue stroking mine. She tasted so good. The air smelled of her flowery perfume with a hint of pussy musk beneath it. My sweet, her spicy, and Veronica’s tart. Three heavenly scents that built that naughty ache at the tip of my cock.

Victoria whimpered. Her cunt squeezed down on my cock on every backstroke. As I withdrew from her twat, her flesh gripped me. Massaged me. The friction built and built that ache, swelling it, bringing me closer to that explosion. I thrust into her so hard, moaning into my kiss with Wendy.

“I’m going to cum on this fucking amazing dick!” moaned my friend. “Oh, Wendy, thank you for sharing.”

Wendy broke the kiss and moaned, “You’re welcome!” she gasped. “Oh, Victoria, enjoy her. She’s got a wonderful cock. She’s going to use it on me next.”

“I’m going to fuck my cute, sexy girlfriend so hard,” I moaned, squeezing down on her ass. Her blue eyes met mine, bursting with such love and joy.

“You will!” she gasped and then, to my shock, she trembled like she was cumming. She had gotten off before either of us. Her lower lip quivered as her body shook.

“Damn!” Victoria groaned, her pussy growing hotter. “Oh, damn, that’s hot. Shit!”

Her pussy convulsed around my dick. That hot flesh writhed and massaged me. She came, her head rubbing into the mirror. Her plump lips opened into a wide O as she howled out her pleasure. I pounded her, reveling in her spasming flesh.

I loved it.

“Victoria!” I groaned.

I thrust hard into her cunt and grunted. I buried to the hilt in her over and over, savoring her convulsing twat, the pressure increasing at the tip of my cock. My ovaries quivered. Then they erupted. My cum fired out of my dick.

I basted my friend.

“Yes!” I howled. “Oh, Victoria, you’re so hot!”

“You’re cumming in her?” moaned Wendy.

“Flooding me!” howled the brunette.

I exploded over and over into Victoria’s writhing depths. My cum pumped over and over into her pussy. Her flesh massaged me, working my cock dry. It was such an incredible experience. I loved erupting in pussies. The dual delights flowed through me. It left me stunned. Dazed. Feeling like a billion, million bucks.

I loved every moment of it.

I trembled through my pleasure. I groaned, feeling dizzy from the lust burning through me. I squeezed Wendy’s ass and grinned at her. “Mmm, your turn.”

“Oh, yes,” she squealed, ripping her fingers out of her cunt.

“And I have a treat for you,” I said as I pulled out of my friend’s cunt. My dick ached when I left her, the air swirling cool around the pussy-soaked shaft. My cum boiled out of the tip.

“What’s the treat?” Wendy asked in delight. “Is it in your bookbag?”

“No, it’s in Victoria’s pussy. I left all my futa-cum in her for you to lick up.”

Wendy’s gaze shot down to Victoria’s pussy, her pink depths gaping open from my huge clit-dick. “I can’t eat her out. She’s a girl.”

“But she’s full of my cum,” I said, nuzzling into my girlfriend’s ear. I grabbed her hips and maneuvered her before me, my cream-drenched cock sliding across her rump and lower back. “All my yummy and delicious spunk that you love.”

I held her from behind, my cock slipping into her butt-crack, nestled there. She squeezed around my length, my tip poking out the top. My breasts rubbed into her back as I felt her tremble in my embrace.

“Just waiting for you to bend over and lick her up,” I purred. “Remember, it’s girl-cum. It’s okay for you to enjoy it.”

“Mmm, yes,” moaned Victoria. “Just fine. Nothing lezzie about eating cum, right?”

Victoria understood! I was so glad she picked up what I wanted.

Wendy shuddered. “Well… I mean…”

“It’s going to go to waste,” I purred. “Don’t you want to lick it all up while I break in your asshole? Wouldn’t it be so hot to experience anal for the first time while licking up my cum? Who cares that my spunk’s in pussy. You’re not there to enjoy the pussy, just my cum.”

“Yeah,” Wendy said slowly, her butt-cheeks clenching again. “You’re right. I’m not.” I shivered as she bent over. I groaned as my cock slid through her crack. She leaned over, her hair falling. “Just licking up your cum. Nothing lezzie about that.”

“Not at all,” Victoria said, giving me this look over Wendy’s lowering head that spoke volumes.

I winked back at my friend.

Then Wendy was nuzzling into a girl’s pussy. From the way Victoria shuddered, I knew the closeted dyke was reveling in hot cunt. She licked up my cum and the pussy cream she secretly craved. I smiled, so glad to help Wendy make this step. She shouldn’t have to hide who she was.

Just like I didn’t have to hide becoming a futanari from the student body or my friends.

I drew back my hips and pressed my cock against Wendy’s rosebud asshole. Lubed by pussy cream and all my precum, I pressed at Wendy’s virgin sphincter. She whimpered and groaned, her anal ring holding tight against me.

I pushed harder. She moaned and then it happened. That wonderful moment of surrender. Her anal ring parted. Her bowels engulfed my cock. I groaned, my cunt squeezing tight as I slid deeper and deeper into her bowels. She squealed into Victoria’s pussy.

“Oh, my god, Wendy,” Victoria moaned, her face twisting with pleasure. “Yes, yes, get your tongue deep in me and lick out all that cum.”

“So good,” moaned Wendy, her asshole clenching around my dick. “So are you. You’re in my butt, Jenny.”

“I am!” I moaned, my pussy on fire. “It’s amazing!”

I slid to the hilt in her. I bottomed out in her wonderful asshole. My fiery bush rubbed against her rump, spilling over her pale butt-cheeks. I savored her tight, velvety sheath for a moment and then I drew back.

She squealed into our friend’s cunt. Wendy’s asshole gripped me hard. I almost couldn’t move as I pulled back. The friction was intense. My pussy drank it in, my ovaries already brimming with cum to pump into her bowels’ depths.

I rammed my cock back into her, grunting. My crotch smacked into her rump. Her arms slipped around Victoria’s waist as she moaned. Pleasure rippled across the brunette’s face as my blonde girlfriend noisily licked and lapped at Victoria’s jizz-filled cunt.

“God, yes, just lick out all that cum,” moaned Victoria. “Oh, my god, Wendy, you’re going to make me explode.”

“Okay,” she said. “If you have to. I just have to find every drop of Jenny’s spunk.”

“Yep, that’s why you’re eating me with such hunger.” Victoria shuddered, her round tits heaving. “Oh, fuck, yes, I’m going to cum so hard!”

“Good,” I panted, thrusting hard into Wendy’s bowels. I sodomized her hard. I rammed into her asshole, my tits bouncing before me. My hands ran up and down my girlfriend’s sides. I stroked her, caressing her silky skin as her velvety bowels massaged my dick. “Oh, yes, Wendy, you’re going to make us both cum.”

“I will!” she promised. “I’ll make you cum so hard. Oh, yes, yes, Jenny! Fuck my asshole! This is so hot. Gosh, yes!”

I pounded her bowels, every thrust into her building and building the bliss brimming in my cunt. Our moans and gasps echoed through the bathroom. They ricocheted off the walls. She stirred her asshole around my dick. She teased me. Massaged me. It was an intense experience. A bliss that would have me exploding over and over again.

I rammed into her hard. Fast. I buried to the hilt in her depths. I groaned, the pleasure swelling and swelling. I was coming closer and closer to that amazing eruption. Every thrust into her bowels built and built my bliss.

“Wendy!” I moaned.

“Yes, yes, Wendy!” groaned Victoria. “Ooh, that’s my clit. Nibble on my clit again!”

She bucked as Wendy must have done that. My girlfriend was clearly lost to the lesbian delight of eating pussy, carried away from her original goal of just eating my cum. It was so hot, building my orgasm so fast. I wanted to cum.

But so did Wendy.

I shoved my hand beneath her, slamming hard into her bowels as the pressure swelled in my ovaries. My fingers danced over her stomach to her blonde bush drenched in her cream. I found Wendy’s clit. I brushed over her bud as my digits slid to the entrance to her cunt.

I slammed two digits into her twat and ground the heel of my hand on her clit.

She squealed in delight. Her cunt squeezed down on my digits, her bowels on my cock. I gasped, slamming hard into her anal depths as I savored the bliss surging through me. I trembled, on the cusp of cumming as I pulled back.

“Oh, my god, Wendy!” Victoria moaned her body heaving. “Lick up my cream!”

“Yes, yes!” Wendy moaned. “So good. I mean, I can taste cum in there. Jenny’s cum mixed in your pussy cream! Delicious!”

I slammed my fingers and cocks into Wendy’s holes. The blonde trembled then she squealed. Her pussy convulsed around my digits. Her bowels spasmed around my cock. I loved that velvety heaven rippled around my shaft.

I joined them in paradise.

“Wendy! You’re amazing!” I howled as my cum erupted into her asshole.

“I Love you, Jenny!” she gasped, her bowels writhing around my erupting cock.

“You two are fucking hot!” groaned Victoria, her tits heaving.

My futa-dick spurted again and again. The pleasure slammed through my body. Intense rapture pummeled my mind followed by the soothing bliss flowing out of my pussy. Waves of ecstasy washed across my mind. I whimpered, my body bucking and heaving, tits bouncing before me.

Wendy’s bowels sucked at my futa-dick. She worked the cum out of my ovaries. Stars danced before me as the intense pleasure hit that wonderful peak. I hung there, spurting a final time into her writhing bowels, all of us gasping and moaning and crying out our pleasure.

Then we descended into panting, breathless passion. I stepped back, pulling my cock from my girlfriend’s asshole. She stood up, looking dazed as she stumbled to the nearest wall to lean against, pussy cream dripping down her face. Victoria had a look of satiated bliss on her face.

“That was fun,” Wendy said when we came down from our orgasmic high. Her tongue flicked out across her pussy-stained lips. “It was nice licking up your cum while you butt-fucked me.”

“Oh, yeah, I could tell you enjoyed it,” Victoria said, hopping off the sink. “I know I did.”

We used the sink to wash off our faces. Then we touched up our makeup and pulled on our clothes. Victoria dressed first and slipped out ahead of us, leaving with a wink at me. I shuddered, so glad at what we did.

“So, pussy tastes good, doesn’t it,” I said casually once I was alone with Wendy.

“Oh, well, I mean, yours does,” Wendy said, blushing. Her blue eyes had such a fond sparkle in them. “I was just licking up your cum. Making sure I found every bit. That’s all.”

“Yep,” I said. “You’re great. I can’t wait for you to lick out cum from another girl’s pussy again.”

“Sure,” she said. “I’d like that. I mean, licking out your cum. I like your jizz.”

Her smile was so wonderful. Full of expectation. She couldn’t admit it yet, but I’d help her make those steps. A ripple of delight washed through me. I could see myself loving Wendy if I didn’t have Allie. Wendy was so cute. “Let’s get going and grab some food before class. I’m starved.”

She nodded.

Dressed, we scurried out of the restroom, we ran into Dean Washington. My girlfriend gasped, grasping my hand. Dean Washington hadn’t seen us come out of the bathroom. She was a half-second too late. But she still had this speculative look in her eyes. A smile played on her lips. I winked at her. The Black woman’s grin grew.

“Dating Wendy, are you?” she asked, her eyes flicking up and down my girlfriend’s body.

“Yes,” I said. “She’s a wonderful girl. Just perfect for that study group you mentioned.”

The Black woman nodded. “Wonderful. Enjoy the rest of your lunch.”

My girlfriend glanced at me as my futa-dick throbbed. Having Wendy join the secret lesbian group would be hot. It would help her to accept her desires more and more. Eating out Victoria full of my cum was a great start for her. Now she needed to take other steps.

My day passed by slow. PE, my last class, was torture. All those tight shorts clinging to girls’ hot asses. I was glad I could use Coach Clarkson’s private locker. I stroked one out in there, pumping fast. I came hard, spurting jizz against the wall as the water flowed over my body.

I swear I heard someone outside the door. I wondered if the gym professor would slip inside to get another peek at me, but she didn’t. No one entered so maybe I had just imagined it. Maybe I just wanted to have naughty sex all over the place.

I was turning into such a wanton girl.

I dressed and left, classes over. Mom was waiting outside to pick me up. She had a big smile on her face as I slipped inside the car, my hair still damp from the shower. I smelled of soap. Mom pulled away from the curb.

“Good day at school?” Mom asked.

I had a hot threesome with my girlfriend. “Yeah, it was.”

“That’s great,” Mom said. “I was thinking of hitting that new store in the mall. It looks like it has fun lingerie. I mean, you want to have something nice to wear for your date on Friday.”

“Oh,” I said. “You think I’d need that with Wendy?”

“True,” she said, “but I’ve been reading up on futanari. I understand that you have an increased libido. Just use protection.”

My cheeks burned. I hadn’t been using any protection. Not with Allie or Wendy or Pita or Pita’s mother or Victoria or even Dean Washington. I could knock any of them up. For some reason, that just made my dick throb harder.

“I know it’s all exciting,” she said, “being young can be so exhilarating, but it’s also why you need to be careful.”

“Okay, Mom,” I said, my cheeks burning. “I’ll be safe. I promise.”

“Good, that’s all I—” Her phone rang through the car. It echoed around us. I frowned, glancing at the radio clock showing the caller ID. She had her phone hooked up to her Bluetooth. She pressed a button on her steering wheel. “Hello, Ms. Petrov.”

“Veronica, I need you back here right away,” said the cool voice of my mom’s boss.

“Right now?” Mom asked. “You gave me the afternoon off to spend with my—”

“Something has come up,” she said. “You need to be in here ASAP. This could cost us a lot.”

My mom sighed. “Yes, Ms. Petrov. I’ll be right there.” She hung up and glanced at me. “I hope you don’t mind waiting at the office. I’m sure this won’t take too long. If it does, I’ll have an Uber take you home.”

“Oh, sure,” I said, my stomach sinking. “It’s kind of not fair that she called you in.”

“Yeah,” Mom said, looking not pleased. “She’s my boss. Not much I can do. We need the money.”

I sighed, so looking forward to shopping. Mom drove angrily through the streets to downtown and the skyscraper she worked at. We parked beneath and were soon riding up the elevator. She marched towards her boss’s office. We were on the fancy executive floor. We passed an atrium with potted plants and a cool and professional, young woman with her hair pinned up that seemed to be taking a million phone calls at once, moving and hitting buttons and nodding her head to us.

We walked down a hallway to a set of glass doors tinted so dark only shadows bled through. Mom opened it, her heels clicking. There was an empty secretary’s desk here and a set of wooden doors. Art hung on the wall and there were windows showing off a view of the city.

“Just sit here,” mom said, pointing to a chair by the door. Then she took a deep breath, steeling herself, and headed to speak with her boss.

I sat down, pouting. I should be having so much fun shopping, and it was ruined. Mom vanished inside. I hardly stared at her tight ass in that skirt. I leaned back, so bored. I could hear my mom talking with her boss. The Russian woman sounded like a complete bitch with a capital B.

I played with my phone, sending texts to Allie, Pita, and Wendy when I heard something from the office door. It sounded like… moaning. I frowned, wondering if my mom was hurt. I stood up and drifted to the door, my stomach clenching. The sounds grew louder. Throatier. Feminine.

They sounded like sex.

My cheeks burned. There was no way that my mom was in there having sex. I shook my head in complete denial. She was straight. She thought homosexuality was a sin. I pressed my ears against it.

“That’s it, you fucking cunt,” hissed Ms. Petrov, her Russian accent strong. “Lick my cunt, you fucking whore. Think you can skip out on work to play Mommy? Oh, no, I own your ass. Get that tongue inside of me.”

My jaw dropped. My cock hardened. What the fuck was going on?

To be continued…

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A family is mind-controlled into porn while the authorities struggle to figure out what is going on.

The Mind Control Device

Chapter Twenty-Two: Daddy & Daughter’s Amateur Video

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

John Preston

I sat in my office in the federal building with my associate, Gina Brand, going over the strange activities in a nearby town. We were both U.S. attorneys. Federal prosecutors. We had been tipped off about some heavy level of police corruption going on.

“I can’t believe this town,” said Gina. She shook her head. “How does this get allowed to happen. A cop car drove by in the footage.”

We were watching the cell phone footage of our suspect, Dean Michaels, having sex with an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl. Beside him was a college student named Vivian Bailey who was having a woman go down on her. It appeared to be the mother of the girl Dean Michaels fucked. It was in broad daylight on a street corner. Traffic was streaming by. In fact, the traffic was forced to go around the car he fucked the girl on. A local police unit drove by without stopping. No one tried to stop them. People walked by looking bored like what was going on was nothing interesting.ever

A knock wrapped on our conference room door. A moment later, two men walked in. They were both in cheap suits, the type government employees wore. One was in brown and the other in blue. They had serious faces and short-cut hair.

“Agent Smith and Carson?” I asked the two men.

They nodded.

“I need you to go to the local precinct and find out what they have on Dean Michaels. Be careful. This might be a corruption case.” I outlined what we knew. How no one seemed to care about what Dean Michaels was doing. My contact in the State’s attorney general’s off had found out that even the state police were corrupted.

So he’d reached out to us.

“We know what to do, sir,” said Agent Carson.

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Dean Michaels

I leaned back as I stared at my control center. I could see the cameras showing off the mind-control network. Where every device lay. I could control any person on the screen. I felt like god. It was such an amazing feeling.

Things were going great. My daughters were both bred and happy. The first stage of the control room was up and running. My wife’s porn website was making money off the amateur videos she made by controlling other people. That was financing a lot of the work to mass-produce the mind-control device. And now we had sold our first one.

$10,000 in the account and Alex Tormand had his device being shipped to him at this very moment. With the money, I could really upgrade the command center. We needed far, far more hosting. More space to expand the network. The machines had to run on our platform. We had put in safety commands into each device to keep the operator from abusing it.

This was better than I could have imagined. I thought I would just control my family, but this was spectacular.

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Kimberly “Kimmie” Michaels

The car pulled to a stop as I flicked through the pictures of the Eaton family once more. They were perfect. Devin Eaton was a fit man and his wife, Annette, was a busty and black-haired woman with such a friendly smile. Their daughter, Candace or Candy for short, was just adorable. Fifteen and ripening.

“We’re here, Mistress Kimberly,” said Tonya Albertson. The older of my two bang-maids was driving the car today. I sat in the back like I was a powerful Hollywood mogul.

I was becoming one.

“Excellent,” I said and pulled out my portable mind-control device. It had just enough range to cover an entire house. Already, I could see the Eatons appearing on the screen even if they weren’t in range of being controlled. “Let’s get set up.”

I was here with my crew to film our next film, “Daddy and Daughter Get Naughty 7.” The Eatons were the perfect family for it. I opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk. The day was nice and bright. The cul-de-sac empty. A naughty thrill ran through me. I loved making hot porn. Watching people have sex under my power was such a thrill.

I didn’t know which of the dots were which as I headed up to the house, but that didn’t matter yet. So I ***********ed 5690C3, D204B3, and 4031ED so they would all get this next command. I ran all the standard protocols: incest protocol, obedience protocol, etc.

Then I put in the specific command

5690C3, D204B3, 4031ED; excited to be chosen by Kimmie to star in next porn and will give your all to make the best porn ever

I tapped the enter button and shivered as they were all now under those commands. With my bang-maids standing beside me and my crew—two cameramen, a makeup girl, a sound guy, and a production assistant—behind me, I rang the doorbell.

I heard heavy footsteps coming up. 4031ED approached the door. It opened onto Devin Eaton, the patriarch of the family. A tall guy with dark hair and glasses. He had a goatee that gave him a strong jawline and peeking out of the sleeve of his t-shirt was the tattoo of an anchor. An ex-navy man.

“Hi,” I said brightly, “I have great news. You have been chosen to star in my next movie.”

A big smile spread across his lips. This look of joy appeared in his eyes. “Really? Us. That’s amazing.” He threw a look over his shoulder. “Honey, we’ve been chosen to star in a movie.”

“Really?” asked a woman. Then she gasped and rushed forward. On my portable device, which looked like a bulky cell phone, D204B3 moved towards me which meant 5690C3 was the daughter. “We get to be in one of your movies?”

“That’s right,” I said, loving the device going to work on them. “Do you even know what my movies are about?”

“No, no, but they’re yours!” Annette Eaton bounced up and down and squealed in girlish delight. Her breasts heaved beneath the t-shirt she wore. Her black hair danced. She wore a pair of comfortable sweat pants. Just lying around the house clothes. That wasn’t good enough.

“So you have no idea what sort of film this is?” I asked, amused.

“Does it matter?” Devin asked.

“No, it doesn’t,” I said. “May we come in?” I was still polite even if I didn’t have to be, but if we didn’t have good manners we’d just be savages.”

“Of course,” Devin said.

“Do you need anything?” Annette asked. She looked flustered. “Like iced tea or something? I mean, if you like iced tea. Maybe I have something else. Is it too early for a glass of wine?”

“Relax, relax,” I said, the woman looking star struck right now. “You don’t need to be nervous. Under my direction, you’re going to be flawless. We’re recording some incest porn today. And some interracial cuckolding porn.”

“Okay,” Devin said.

“Sounds good,” Annette said. “What’s interracial cuckolding porn?”

I just smiled at her, my pussy getting wetter and wetter. Oh, I loved making wives get naughty with hung Black guys. I’d never fuck one myself, but it was hot watching it. Made me so wet and juicy. Later on today, I’d come to Dean dripping and needing him to fuck me hard. Maybe he would breed me. I had been off the pill for nearly a month. Its affect on me should be wearing off, allowing me to conceive once more.

I reprogrammed their dots to be Devin Eaton, Annette Eaton, and Candy Eaton. No more dealing with those pesky hexadecimal numbers. My husband was such an engineer that he thought it was fine. I was glad that he saw some sense and let us get away from those codes. The new interface that Virginia designed was so user friendly.

After a quick command, Candy came rushing downstairs and squealed in delight when she found out she would be staring in her first incest porno with her parents. She bounced up and down in place, her black hair swaying lose about her. She was petite and cute, just such a darling girl. The resemblance to her parents was perfect. She had enough of both in her face that you could tell she was their daughter.

“Okay, I’m going to type up your ***********,” I said, sitting down and working on their actions they would take. “Velvet will do your makeup and clothes. We have to get you wearing sexy stuff. And put Candy’s hair in pigtails. That will make her look younger and cuter.”

The family just nodded, all so eager for this.

So was I. My pussy was so wet. I wanted to have one of my bang-maids go down on me, but I had a lot of typing to do. This had to be perfect. I wanted this to be one hot shoot. The cameramen set up. The sound guy ran his test while Velvet transformed the family to get them ready.

The father into a tight-fitting t-shirt and pair of loose shorts he could get out of fast. We put Candy into an adorable outfit that played up her girlishness. We found a sheath dress for Annette to wear. No bra so her nipples were on display, and a thong to make it hotter.

Velvet shaved her to make her even naughtier. We also had Candy shaved so she would have a nice, bald twat. Make her look even more precocious. I was so excited. It took two hours, but we were finally ready to shoot.

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Candace “Candy” Eaton

I sat on the couch utterly relaxed. The movie was about to start filming. I wore a pair of pink panties and a tight tank top that I hadn’t worn in years. It was like something I would wear to bed. It fit so tight about my chest, molding to my breasts. I didn’t mind. The cameramen were setting up, but I just ignored them.

Ignore everyone on the crew. They didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but sitting here.

“Okay,” a voice said, coming from the redheaded director. She looked young, almost eighteen, but I felt she was older. She had a wedding ring on. “Action.”

I suddenly felt so sleepy. I stretched my back and yawned, my pigtails swaying. Then I curled down and lay on my side on the couch. My eyes closed. I fell into regular breathing. I wasn’t quite asleep, but I was pretending to be. I was just so tired.

I heard Daddy entering the room. I felt him moving towards me. He let out a ragged breath. He was breathing over me. I shuddered and shifted my position. I rolled onto my back, my hands on my belly. My legs were spread just the right amount. His breathing grew even louder.

“Oh, god,” he groaned. “Candy… My sweet Candy… That cameltoe… Fuck…”

A heat flared in my pussy. This wicked and wanton itch. I wanted to squirm, to touch my twat, but I had to continue to “sleep.” That was important. My eyes were just so heavy. My breasts rose and fell as I breathed regularly.

“Candy,” Daddy whispered. “Candy, you awake?”

I didn’t answer. I was sleeping.

“Oh, god, I can’t believe this,” he groaned. “Only nineteen… Fuck.”

I heard clothes rustled. I wanted to open my eyes. What was Daddy doing? Then he touched my thigh. His hand was so warm on my flesh. This heat rushed up my leg to my pussy. I grew hotter. My cunt clenched. My nipples throbbed. I suddenly wanted to do such naughty things with daddy.

But I was sleeping.

“You shouldn’t be doing this, Devin,” Daddy muttered like he was talking to himself, his hand sliding higher and higher up my leg. “She’s your little girl. If Annette ever found out…”

I wanted Daddy to keep touching me. It felt so good. I didn’t care that he was my daddy. He was such a sexy man. I had been turned on by him ever since… since… My mind was all foggy. I didn’t need to worry about anything but sleeping here and enjoying daddy’s touch.

His hand stopped just short of my panties. His fingers stroked at my inner thigh. Just a little higher, and he would be touching my pussy. I wanted him to touch my pussy I was so hot and wet. I wanted to do more than make a soft sigh.

But I was sleeping.

“Jesus,” he growled and then slid his hand up and cupped my pussy. He let out a long, low groan. “Jesus, she’s so gorgeous. Don’t do this, Devin.”

Daddy rubbed up and down my slit, his hand stroking my pussy through my panties. He caressed me. It felt incredible. My toes curled. The heat rushed through my body. I bit my lip, fighting the urge to whimper. I would be a good girl. I wouldn’t gasp out at all. I sucked in a deep breath, my tits rising and falling.

I squirmed on the couch as his fingers stroked my pussy through my panties. He caressed me. Did such naughty things to me. I groaned, loving the way he caressed me. He pressed his digit into my flesh. He stroked up and down my slit, my pussy growing so wet. My clit throbbed when he slid over me.

“Oh, god, she’s getting wet,” groaned Daddy. “You shouldn’t be doing this, Devin. She’s your daughter. But…” He paused. Was he looking around? “Annette’s not home. No one will know. Candy’s sleeping so heavily.”

I shivered as his hands slid over my panties. He hooked the waistband and drew them down. I let out another sigh. I wanted to move. To help him, but I was asleep. I just had to lie here while he molested me like a naughty daddy.

He let out a loud groan, and I knew he was staring at my shaved pussy. I was so wet down there. Felt so sensitive without any bush. My toes curled. He rolled the panties down my legs. They passed my knees, and then they were going down my calves. He pulled them off my feet.

I heard him inhale. “Oh, god, Candy, you smell so good. I’m sorry. I’m such a bad daddy, but…”

He climbed onto the couch between my legs, forcing my right one to fall off the side of the couch. My pussy felt on such a display for my daddy. I wanted to cry out for him to eat me. I wanted to beg him to touch me so much. I was on fire. I wanted Daddy to do such naughty things to me.

Incest was more than okay, I craved it. I wanted it so badly now. Ever since I learned I was staring in a movie with Daddy, I wanted him. I never knew that I was attracted to him, but now he was the sexiest man alive.

And he stared at my pussy.

“That slit,” he groaned. “Her mother doesn’t have a pussy that tight. Jesus.”

Daddy’s hands landed on both my thighs. He stroked me with his strong fingers. He worked his hands up and down my flesh. I felt his breath on my pussy. I wanted to whimper. To quiver in anticipation. I felt him coming closer and closer to my pussy.

But I had to be asleep.

“Candy,” Daddy groaned and then his lips kissed my pussy.

Another person touched my twat. A man. My daddy. I whimpered, allowed to make that much sound. His tongue slid up my slit. He caressed my folds. My toes curled. The heat rushed through my body. It was so intense, I wanted to cry out, “Daddy, yes!”

But I just moaned.

I shifted my head. My hands twitched on my belly. Daddy’s lips kissed over my pussy. His goatee felt so amazing on me. The rasping caresses of his whiskers slid over my naughty flesh. The pleasure rushed through me. I groaned again, drawing in deep breaths. I felt the tank top so tight against my tits as Daddy ate me out.

He feasted on me now. He devoured me with such hunger. His hands slid down beneath me and grabbed my ass. He gripped me as he lapped at my virgin pussy. He stroked through my pussy lips and caressed over my hymen.

I whimpered louder. I twitched, my eyes moving. My legs spasmed from the delight. It was so incredible to feel. Daddy was eating me out as I slept. He was such a naughty daddy. He made me feel so good.

“Damn, Candy,” he groaned. “Oh, damn, your pussy tastes so good. My daughter has such a yummy cunt.”

I wanted to squeal in delight. I was so glad that he loved the taste of me because I savored his tongue licking and lapping at me. He ran that naughty tongue over my folds. He caressed me. Teased me. He did such naughty things to me.

I groaned as his tongue fluttered up and down my slit. He licked and lapped at me with such intensity. I shuddered as I squirmed on the couch. I bit my lip, whimpering louder and louder. His tongue fluttered over my clit.

He sucked on it.

Pleasure surged through me. This wonderful spike of bliss that swelled my climax building inside of me. Daddy made me feel so good. He nursed on my bud. He sucked on it with his naughty mouth while his whiskers rubbed all over my pussy.

My orgasm built and built. That naughty delight swelled in my pussy as he sucked at me. I shuddered. Whimpered. It was so hard to just lie here. I wanted to burst awake. It felt so amazing. I surged towards being active.

“Candy,” he groaned. “Sweet, sweet Candy.”

His tongue slid up to my clit again. He sucked right on the bud. He nursed on me with this powerful hunger. My clit burst in delight. I gasped at it. The heat surged through my body. I whimpered, my thighs clamping about his face.

I came.

My body bucked as the pleasure swept through me. Suddenly, the sleep melted away. My eyes sprang open as I gasped out, “Daddy, Daddy, what are you doing to me?”

“Making my sweet Candy cum!” he growled and licked at the juices flowing out of me.

I was cumming so hard. It felt so good. The couch creaked beneath me as I thrashed. My hands grabbed at my tank top as all these overwhelming delights rushed through me. This was so much better than masturbating. It was awesome. I felt so amazing. I loved every second of it.

“Oh, Daddy, yes!” I whimpered, my mind melting beneath this wonderful onslaught. “Daddy, daddy, you’re making me feel so good. I love you!”

He licked at my cunt. He slathered his tongue over my pussy as I bucked on the couch. I ignored the cameras recording us and the boom mike over us. It was just daddy licking me that mattered. My thighs clenched about his head.

“What is this?” I asked. I knew it was an orgasm, but I felt so girlish. So young and innocent now. “It feels too good.”

“Daddy just made you orgasm,” he said as I hit that wonderful peak.

“Oh, wow, that’s an orgasm,” I moaned, my voice so breathy and childish. “It was so amazing. I just burst with all these good feelings. Mmm, and it’s making me feel all naughty and itchy. I want more, Daddy. Give me more. Please! Pretty please!”

“Candy,” he groaned and then he sat up. He was wearing only his shorts. His cock tented the front of them. He groped himself as he stared down at me. He had pussy cream running down his lips. I had soaked him. “Let Daddy see how gorgeous you are naked. Show me those cute titties, Candy.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, wanting to do whatever he needed me to do. I grabbed my t-shirt and I peeled it off. I rolled it up and up my body. I unveiled my little breasts. They quivered before me. Then I took it off and threw it to the side.

Daddy groaned as he stared at my little titties. Then his hands were all over me. They swept up to my breasts and groped me. He squeezed my boobies. I gasped as he pressed me back down on the couch, groping my tits. I was all naked and feeling so good.

With a groan, he ducked his head down and he sucked on my nipple. I shuddered, my pussy on fire. I whimpered and groaned. Then Mommy appeared in the doorway. She gasped and ducked back out of sight. She peeked out, this look of jealous shock on her face.

But I wasn’t supposed to see her, so I pretended I didn’t.

“Oh, Daddy,” I moaned as he sucked on my nipple. “Won’t Mommy be so mad that you’re doing this to me?”

“Your mother’s not here,” he groaned. “And she doesn’t look as sexy as you.”

Mommy gasped so loudly but I ignored her. She wasn’t there. I was all alone with daddy. He was sucking on my nipple. “Mmm, you’re such a bad daddy to do this to me. I’m your little girl.”

“My sexy, cock-teasing little girl,” he groaned and sucked my other nipple into his mouth.

I gasped at that. My pussy clenched. The pleasure rushed through my body. My nipples felt so sensitive. His touch was so amazing. My daddy was awesome. I loved it. I groaned and squirmed, my pussy on fire as he nursed on me.

He swirled his tongue around my nipple. The heat was extraordinary. My cunt clenched from his naughty licking and lapping. It was amazing. I groaned, loving every second of it. He sucked on me while I squirmed.

“Daddy! Daddy!” I gasped. “Oh, I’m so glad Mommy’s not home. This feels so good. Just keep sucking on me.”

Miss Kimmie, the director, smiled as she watched, a woman in a maid outfit eating out her pussy. I ignored her, too. I focused on Daddy’s tongue as he nursed on my nipple. He sucked so hard. His tongue danced around it. I squirmed and moaned, my pussy clenching. The heat rushed through me. I would have such a huge orgasm.

It would be incredible. I would just burst in rapture. I groaned, wanting to experience this bliss so badly. I would cum so hard. I would have such a big burst of pleasure. I squirmed on my back, my pussy on fire. Though he had licked me to an orgasm, my cunt needed more.

“Oh, Daddy, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, that’s so good, Daddy!” I bit my lip. “But my pussy needs something, Daddy.”

“What?” he asked, popping his mouth off my nipple.

I blushed and squirmed. “You know, Daddy.” I wanted to scream out, “Your cock, Daddy, I need your cock,” but I couldn’t. I said, “I need… your… In me.”

“My cock?” he asked and rose up on his knees.

I nodded, blushing furiously. I felt so embarrassed for some reason. “I need it in me.”

“This?” He shoved down his shorts. I gasped as his cock popped out. He was so big and thick. That was supposed to go in me?

My pussy clenched, aching to feel it. I stared at him twitching. Juices beaded at the tip. I wanted to lick him. I sat up, my pigtails dancing, and grabbed his cock. I held him in my hands and brought my lips right to the tip.

I smooched his cock.

“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned. “This is what I want in me.” I kissed him again. “I want you in my… my pussy! I want you to fuck my pussy with your big dick, Daddy!”

Mom gasped in shock, looking so furious even as she squirmed.

The director groaned, her little titties jiggling. She held the maid to her pussy, green eyes watching intently. The cameras filmed this moment. But I didn’t care about any of them. I just wanted Daddy’s cock in me.

“Please, please, fuck me with his cock, Daddy,” I purred and sucked his cock into my mouth.

I nursed on Daddy. I bobbed my head, sliding my mouth up and down his cock. It felt so wicked in me. This naughty heat swelled through my body. My cunt clenched. I was almost dizzy from the heat of this.

Daddy groaned as I sucked on him. I gave him a blowjob. I’d done this before with boyfriends, but this one felt special. I sucked on my daddy’s cock. This one had made me in my mommy’s womb. This hot wave of heat washed through me.

“Candy!” Daddy groaned. He stared down at me with these hot and hungry eyes. I could just tell he wanted to fuck me. “You are so sexy. You want my cock in your pussy?”

I nodded and kept sucking.

“You want me to pop that cherry and fuck your tight, young cunt hard?” he growled, looking almost bestial.

My cunt clenched. I ripped my mouth off his cock with a wet plop. Drool ran down my chin as I moaned, “Pop my cherry, Daddy! I want you to be my first. I love you!”

With a growl, his hands planted on my shoulders. He shoved me down onto my back. I gasped as I squirmed against him. This wonderful heat rushed through my body as I spread my legs. His cock thrust out over me.

This was it. I was about to lose my cherry. I grinned up at Daddy. He looked so hungry. So wild. He grabbed his cock and shoved it down at my pussy. His dark eyes stared down at me, his goatee covered in my pussy juices.

He pressed his cock against my vulva. Right on my hymen. I quivered there, so ready to have my cherry popped by my daddy. This was the best. He was so handsome. Just so perfect to fuck me. He would ram that dick into my pussy.

He would make me explode.

My hymen stretched and stretched as he pressed forward. He growled like a beast, looming over me. My thighs went around his waist. My hands rubbed up his chest. I scratched at him as I whimpered. Then pain flared.

My cherry popped.

Daddy’s cock reamed into my pussy.

“Candy!” he growled.

“Daddy! Daddy!” I moaned as he buried into my pussy. “You just popped my cherry!”

The director shuddered, a hand over her mouth as she bucked against her bang-maid. Mommy glared at me, but I ignored her. Daddy’s cock was in me. That felt so wonderful. My pussy drank in the feel of him stretching me out. He was so big. He reached so deep into me.

I groaned at that. His cock bottomed out in me. My cunt clenched down around him. This wicked pleasure shot through my body. I groaned, the heat shuddering through me. I wiggled my hips from side to side, stirring that big dick around in me.

“You’re in me, Daddy!” I groaned in awe, delight surging through me. “Oh, Daddy, this feels so right. Like I was made for your cock.”

“You were, Candy,” he groaned as he drew back his hips.

I shuddered, the cameramen moving about us. My pussy clenched on Daddy’s withdrawing dick. I didn’t want him to pull out of me. He felt too good in me. He felt amazing. His cock filled me up. I wanted to have this big orgasm.

Then he slammed back into me. He buried to the hilt in me. I groaned at the friction of his big cock pumping away at my pussy. He plunged into me and then pulled back out. Over and over again. It was incredible.

“Mmm, you’re driving me wild, Daddy!” I cooed. “I love having your dick in me.”

“I love being in you,” he groaned. “Oh, damn, my sweet Candy…” He shuddered, his face twisting in rapture. “You’re so hot and tight. You feel amazing wrapped around me.”

I beamed up at him. “Thank you, Daddy!” My pussy clenched about his dick. “Oh, Daddy, pump that big dick into me. Ooh, yes, yes. I love it!”

He thrust into me. The couch creaked beneath us as he drove his cock to the hilt in me. I gasped and shuddered, my pussy on fire. His dick felt so incredible. He pumped away faster and harder, his balls smacking into my flesh. My twat clenched own on him, drinking in the friction.

I felt it building. That wonderful orgasm was swelling in me. I whimpered and moaned, squeezing my cunny down on him. I gripped him with all my force. He grunted, pumping away hard and fast at me. He plunged to the hilt in me and pulled back.

“Oh, Daddy! “I gasped. “You’re going to make me cum so hard!”

“Good!” he growled, burying hard into me. Then he pulled out of me. I gasped, feeling so empty.

He sat down on the couch and waved his cock. I gasped and knew what to do. I threw myself at him, straddling him. I kissed him, tasting my own sweet cream on his mouth, and impaled my cunt down his cock.

Pleasure burst through me. I moaned into his lips, his wet goatee rasping on my face. I sank all the way down him. My pussy clenched about him. He felt so big in me, reaching all the way to my cervix. My youthful womb quivered.

Daddy could breed me.

I moaned, kissing him harder.

His hands grabbed my hips. He pumped my pussy up and down his cock. He used me like a fuck toy. I loved it. He was so strong. He growled into our kiss as he fucked me up his dick and then slammed me back down him.

I broke the kiss. “Daddy!” I howled, arching my back. “Oh, yes, yes, my pussy feels so good around your dick. I’m going to cum so hard.”

“Yes, you are!” he growled. He slammed me down his cock again. My shaved pussy lips rubbed into his thick bush.

“And then you’re going to fire all that jizz in me. You’re going to breed me, Daddy!”

He groaned. “I’ll knock my little girl up.”

This incestuous thrill rushed through me. I groaned, my cunt squeezing about his cock as he fucked me up and down his shaft. I shuddered, gripping my pussy down around his dick. The heat rushed through my body.

It was incredible. I shuddered, savoring the bliss of my cunt riding his cock. He slammed me down his dick then lifted me back up him. My pussy clung to his shaft, drinking in the friction as I hurtled towards my orgasm.

“Oh, Daddy!” I whimpered. “Breed me! Breed your little girl!”

“Yes!” he growled, his hands tightening on my waist.

Then he rolled us over. I was on my back now. He was over me and fucking me so hard. He hammered my pussy like a beast. I gasped and moaned, my toes curling. My little titties jiggled from how hard he fucked me. He rammed that cock into me with force.

“Daddy! Daddy!” I moaned, my cunt gripping his powerful dick. “Oh, Daddy, yes! Your dick is amazing! I’m going to cum! Then you’re going to fire all that seed in me. Knock me up, Daddy!”

“Going to knock up my baby girl!” he growled, his balls smacking into me.

My fingernails raked his sides. My pussy clung to his cock. My orgasm surged to its pinnacle. He slammed into me and I came. I screamed out in bliss. My pussy convulsed around his dick. Wild heat rushed through my body. A pleasure more pronounced than any I had ever experienced blazed through my flesh.

“Oh, my god, yes!” I gasped, my cunt convulsing around his big dick. “Daddy! Daddy! Oh, yes, yes, that’s amazing!”

He slammed his cock into my twat and snarled, “Candy! Take it!”

Hot, incestuous cum fired into my pussy. I felt my daddy’s seed splashing against my cervix. I whimpered in delight, riding the joy of having him spurting in me. Blast after blast of his cum flooded my spasming cunt.

I bucked on the couch, squealing. The camera crews recorded this special moment. I was making a movie with my daddy and cumming so hard. My pussy writhed and spasmed, milking out all his cum. I wanted him to breed me.

“Daddy!” I whimpered. “You’re pumping me full of your sperm. You’re breeding me!”

“Yes!” he growled and kissed me.

I clung to him, our tongues dancing, as my naughty cunny licked up all that jizz. I shuddered, the heat rushing through me. My mind melted beneath it. Joy and bliss filled me up. I had my daddy’s cum in my pussy.

Just where it belonged.

Then Daddy pulled out of me. I shuddered as the cameras aimed down at my cunt. I clenched my pussy as I kissed daddy, forcing out his milky jizz to leak out of me and to run down to my taint. I showed the world that my daddy had erupted in me.

It was amazing.

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Annette Eaton

I was getting more and more jealous as my husband pumped his cum into our daughter’s pussy. I watched from the doorway, my pussy soaking my thong. I should be the one getting fucked. That thought echoed through my mind.

“That little slut,” I hissed as Devin kissed our daughter, her legs spread, showing off his jizz leaking out of her.

Then the cameras were both on me. The director stood up, pushing the maid from her pussy. She advanced and typed something on her phone. My pussy clenched as I watched my husband and daughter kissing. Her pussy swam with his seed.

“Breed that little whore, will he?”

DING-DONG!

The doorbell rang.

I hissed in frustration and whirled around. I marched to the doorway, the cameras following me. My pussy was molten. I need cock. Any cock. “Can’t believe he would fuck her and not me. Look at me. I’m hot.”

I reached the front door and ripped it open. Two tall and handsome Black men were standing there in delivery uniforms of tight, shirts that buttoned up in the front and shorts that didn’t hide their huge bulges.

“Got a package for a Mrs. Eaton,” one said.

“Yes, you do,” I purred like a whore, staring at those bulges. “Mmm, a pair of nice, big dicks.”

“Mrs. Eaton?” one asked, looking surprised.

I fell to my knees. If my husband wanted to fuck that little trollop, then I would enjoy these two Black studs. Why should I be faithful? I never had much attraction to Black men before, but now I just wanted them in my pussy and my asshole.

My asshole had been all nice and lubed by the makeup girl, Velvet. It would be a shame not to use it.

I pulled down both their shorts with ease. Their cocks popped out. I grabbed them both, stroking them in my ivory fingers. I groaned at the sight of them. I darted my head towards the first one. I sucked him into my mouth. My tongue swirled around him, my pussy on fire. My cunt clenched to have this big, Black dick in my cunt.

But then there was this other ebony monster. I had to have him in my asshole. They were both so hunky. I sucked a final time on the first cock and then darted to the second. I sucked hard on him, my tongue dancing around him.

“Fuck,” he groaned. Then he ripped his shirt open. The buttons tore away like they were designed to do that. He pulled it off. He was all ebony muscle. So big and strong. Burly.

I moaned around his cock, sucking harder. I pumped my hand up and down the other stud’s dick. He tore off his shirt, too. They were all naked. I whimpered, my married pussy so hot for this. If my husband wanted to fuck our slut-daughter, then I would enjoy these cocks.

I ripped my mouth off his dick, drool spilling down my chin. “Yes, yes, you two are going to fuck me hard!”

“Mrs. Eaton, we’re here to deliver you our big packages!” the second guy growled.

“Right in your married pussy and asshole,” the first growled. “You want our big, Black dicks in you!”

“God, yes!” I moaned, my cunt clenching.

They both grinned.

I shuddered one sank to the floor and pulled me onto him. His hand ripped down the top of my stretchy dress. My big boobs bounced out into his ebony hands. He squeezed them. The other man pulled my dress up and over my rump, exposing the thong buried in my crack.

“Just get this out of the way,” he growled and ripped it off of me.

I gasped at how strong they were. My boobs jiggled in the first one’s hands. I grabbed his dick and guided him to my pussy. I rubbed him right into my freshly shaved folds. I groaned at how sensitive I felt down there.

Then I impaled my cunt down his big dick. My eyes bulged at how huge he was. His ebony monster stretched me out. I whimpered as I sank my cunt down his shaft. I swallowed more and more of him. My pussy took him to the hilt.

I bottomed out on him. My cunt clenched about his cock. My back arched. My hips wiggled in circles, getting used to him. He was so much bigger than Devin’s cock. I groaned out my delight, loving it.

Then the second man pressed his cock into my butt-crack. He slid it down and rested it right there on my asshole. I quivered in delight, so ready to have that big dick slam into me and fucked me hard. He rammed forward.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I gasped as his cock penetrated me. My cunt and bowels clenched down on those two huge dicks. “If my husband wants that tramp, then I’ll enjoy your cocks!”

“Mrs. Eaton!” both men growled as they enjoyed my holes.

I rode their cocks. I worked my cunt up and down the firsts dick while the second hammered my bowels with that huge cock. He stretched my asshole out. they had me stuffed full of so much dick. It was incredible. The two different frictions melted through me. They swirled around in me, driving me wild.

My pussy and bowels both drank in this delight. I worked my holes up and down their cocks. I savored them sliding their dicks into me. They filled my holes. The men grunted, the first one groping my tits while the second one pounded my asshole.

“Oh, god, yes!” I moaned. “Fuck my married holes. I’m going to cum on these dicks.”

The cameras filmed it. I felt everyone watching me getting wild. My pussy and asshole both clamped down on their cocks. I loved the Black men filling me up with their huge dicks. I whimpered, climbing towards my orgasm.

It built so fast. My nipples throbbed. My cunt clenched as the heat surged through me. I slammed down the first one’s huge dick. My shaved pussy lips rubbed into his bush. My clit burst with sparks. The second slammed his cock into my bowels, filling me up.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I howled and came.

My holes writhed and spasmed around their big dicks. I gasped, quivering in delight. The pleasure rushed through my cheating body. They both groaned, feeling the delight of my cunt and asshole convulsing around their Black cocks.

“Fuck, Mrs. Eaton,” the one pounding my asshole growled.

“Goddamn,” the other moaned, squeezing my tits tight. “Fuck!”

Their cum fired into my pussy and asshole. The two men spurted into my cumming flesh. I writhed on their big, Black dicks. My holes milked them as I gasped out in delight. My breasts heaved. My tits bounced in the grip of the first guy’s ebony hands.

“Mrs. Eaton, you whore!” he moaned as my cunt milked his cock.

“A hot wife whore!” I moaned. “My husband can fuck that little slut, but I have you hung boys!”

“God, yes!” growled the other hunk as he unloaded his cum into my asshole. He dumped all that spunk into me. It felt incredible. I enjoyed every second of it.

The pleasure rushed through my body. My holes convulsed harder. My orgasm blazed through me. They groaned as they dumped their cum in me. I shuddered on them, hitting the peak of my wild orgasm.

“Oh, that’s so good!” I moaned. “You boys can deliver me these packages whenever you want.”

“We will, Mrs. Eaton, The guy fucking my ass said. The hunk pulled out with a grown. He stood up and I rolled off the other.

My holes brimmed with their seed. I lay on my back, staring up at the cameras. Cum leaked out of both my holes. I smiled up at them as the two Black men groped my tits and sucked on my nipples. I had a big smile on my lips.

“He can fuck our daughter. I’ll find my own fun.”

“And cut,” Kimmie, the director, said. She had the younger of her two maids licking her asshole. “Oh, god, that was hot! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“It was!” I said and the two men stopped sucking on my nipples. “Good job. What a great scene that was.”

“Oh, Mom, you were amazing,” my daughter shouted. She rushed over as I stood up. She kissed me on the mouth.

“Great performance, honey,” Devin said, stalking up. “You really sold it. Thought you were mad at me for real.”

I broke the kiss with our daughter. “How could I be mad at you for breeding our daughter?” I smiled at my husband. He was getting hard. “Mmm, you better make sure you bred her.”

The director moaned, “Oh, god, yes.” Her small breasts quivered as she came. “This is the best. Hottest family vid we’ve ever shot.”

I beamed, so glad I could be a part of it.

Then my daughter fell to her knees and started licking at my cunt, cleaning that actor’s cum out of my pussy. I smiled. It was fun acting like a hot wife, but I wasn’t one. I was my husband’s faithful bride. I grinned as he fell to his knees and slid his cock into my daughter’s cunt.

Candy and I were both Devin’s. We’d never cheat on him for real. But if we had to make more movies…

I groaned as my daughter licked at my cunt while my husband fucked her pussy hard. The crew packed up around us while I knew that things would be better in our home. Starring in Kimmie’s porno was the best thing that ever happened to us.

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Preston John

Three hours later, Agents Smith and Carson returned to our office. I had been doing more research on Dean Michaels, Gina on the phone making calls to figure out what this business was he had set up. We were getting the IRS involved.

When there was money involved, they liked to make sure they got their cut.

“There’s nothing to investigate,” said Smith. “Not sure what has you so excited. This is a big nothing burger.”

I blinked at him. Then I turned the laptop before me and started the video of Dean Michaels fucking the girl over the hood of the car. “There’s nothing illegal about public indecency? Every code I’ve looked at says that is an illegal act. You can’t just fuck in public.”

“Well, for anyone else,” said Agent Smith. “But not Dean Michaels.”

I stared at him. “Are you shitting me? Is this a joke.”

“What joke?” Carson asked. “Dean Michaels can fuck any girl he wants over the hood of his car.”

“Could he fuck her before the courthouse?” I demanded.

“Sure,” Smith said. “Or in his home. The park. What’s the big deal. It’s only Dean Michaels.”

“What are you saying, that this man can’t do anything wrong?” I demanded. “Could he walk in here and punch you in the face.”

“Why would he do that?” Smith asked. “I mean, it would be fine, but he’s not a dick or anything. He’s a great guy.”

“Yep, him and his family,” said Carson. “If he wants to punch Smith in the face, it’s fine with me.”

“What the fuck,” I said. “Are you two high?”

“It’s like they’re mind-controlled,” said Gina.

I gave her a look. “You been watching more videos about the CIA MK Ultra shit?” I asked. “Mind-control isn’t real.”

“Yeah,” Smith said. “I’d think I’d know if I was mind-controlled.”

“How else to explain these two idiots singing our suspects praise?” said Gina. “Everyone who has gone to that town to investigate Dean Michaels has a complete change of heart, and look…” She turned her laptop to an ad offering to sell a working mind-control device. It used something called ultrasonic sound waves to control people. $10,000 for a machine.

“Some scam,” I said. “Send it to the fraud guys.”

“This is Dean Michaels’s company,” she said. “What he has is that factory he purchased for manufacturing.”

“No shit?” I asked. “That’s impossible.” I stared at the product, this twinge in me. “That can’t be real.”

“Give me another explanation. Smith and Carter are not so stupid to be this obvious that they’ve been bribed. Not when the know this is a corruption case. Mind-control.”

I stared at the add. I swallowed. “Gina, why don’t you order us some food. We’re going to be here all night.”

“Yeah,” I said. She glanced at the two agents. “You two are relieved. Thank you for the work. We’ll be in touch.”

They shrugged and walked out. Gina followed.

The moment I was alone, I pulled the laptop to me. I stared at it. $10,000. I had that. Mind-control… It couldn’t be real, and yet… I had to find out. I started feeling out the order form. I swallowed and then, feeling like I had gone mad, hit purchase.

Jesus, what was going on in the world?

To be continued…

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Angela and her party prepare to enter the labyrinth while Chaun and Xandra explore new aspects of their marriage.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Eight: Labyrinth of Love
Chapter Six: Labyrinthine Passions
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.

Acolyte Sophia – The Golden Hunger, The Nimborgoth

Stars twinkled overhead, the moon burning bright, illuminating the rocky coast of the island of Yalut ahead. The great city of Grahata was to the south, but the Golden Hunger couldn’t dock there. As a pirate ship, there were few ports she could sail into. I stood in the bow, staring at the cliffs, absently trying to spot the cove we would sail into instead, an inlet that led to a secret beach perfect to unload us so we could walk to Grahata.

But I only half-heartily searched, my thoughts danced around a fear. A fear that had been in the back of my mind for a while, something I didn’t want to think about but one that deep inside me I knew was always a possibility. It was easy to ignore until the two day voyage from Hargone to Yalut.

Angela only loved me because she forgot about Kevin. Not that she stopped loving him—as Chaun had reminded me. What if she got her memories back somehow? Kevin was after us, bent on saving Angela from execution out of love, and willing to sacrifice the rest of us to do it.

What if he restored her memories and she didn’t need me any longer? Yes, she said she loved me and not him, but what if she only loved me because I was here? Convenient? I was better than nothing, filling whatever hole in her heart forgetting Kevin had left. What if I was a seal in a leaky roof, a patch that didn’t quite fit over where the missing tile was? It was easy to say I was fine when the original tile was missing. But what if that tile was found?

I didn’t want to lose my Queen’s love. She was my mistress. She owned me body and heart. But if she didn’t need me… What would I do?

I blinked at the tears forming, hugging myself as the pounding of the surf against the black cliffs grew louder. Phosphorescent flares of blue washed up the dark stones, churned by the water breaking on cliff.

“That’s beautiful.”

I jumped and let out a gasp of shock at the sudden voice. I spun around, clutching my heart. Angela stood behind me in her armor, her red hair falling about her shadowed face. She had a smile on her lips.

“You were deep in thought. So I guess you didn’t hear me.”

“No, my Queen,” I said, trembling. I looked away from her. I couldn’t let her see the tears in my eyelashes. I tried to wipe them away and act nonchalant as she moved closer.

“What’s wrong?” Her hand touched my shoulder, squeezing me through my white robe.

“Nothing,” I answered, staring ahead. She loved me. That touch had to mean she loved me.

But she loved Kevin, too. Deep inside her soul.

“Something is wrong. You’ve been moping about the ship all day. You weren’t even around to hold my hair when I was throwing up earlier.”

I flushed. “Sorry, my Queen,” I answered, shifting. She still had bouts of seasickness. I bet the roll of the ship was making her queasy right now.

“It’s fine.” She pressed against me, her breastplate hard against my shoulders. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing is, my Queen.”

“Nothing?” Her voice went chill, tight. “Nothing? I gave you a command and you lie to me?”

“I…I didn’t lie,” I protested, my stomach squirming and my cheeks reddening.

“Another lie.” Her hand slid around my body and shoved into my robe. I gasped when she found my nipple and pinched and twisted it so hard. The pain shot through me, making my knees quiver and my pussy clench.

She was so strong. The pain hurt and yet it was exquisite. What I craved. I enjoyed it.

She nuzzled into my brown hair and found my ear. Her teeth nipped my lobe hard, another flare of pain that had me suck in a breath. “When you lie to me, you force me to hurt you,” she purred. “To discipline you.” Her finger twisted my nipple so hard. I gasped. “I’m going to have to spank you so hard.

“Strip!”

“Yes, my Queen,” I panted, my pussy growing juicier. I needed this. I needed her discipline. I did lie to her. She understood me.

Maybe… Maybe she did love me?

My hands fumbled with the clasp of my robe, desperate to strip naked so she could discipline my naughty ass. The ties came apart. I shrugged out of it, exposing my naked body to the night air. The crew of the Golden Hunger, all burly men, were on the deck, Captain Thyrna barking her orders as they navigated towards the inlet. One man shouted fathom measurements, sounding the bottom.

None of that mattered right now.

The early fall air had a chill to it. My skin pebbled as I leaned over the point of the bow, hugging the ship’s busty figurehead. I seized the naked breasts carved of wood, my nipples rasping into its rough back. I wiggled my hips, juices trickling down my thighs.

Leather creaked. I watched over my shoulder as she took off her sword belt. Her chainmail loin cloth, held up by the wide belt, fell to the deck with a clatter, leaving her naked from the waist down, her pussy hidden by the shadows of her thighs.

I bet she was wet.

She slid her scabbard from the belt and set her sword down on the deck next to the large pouch containing four of the five pieces of the High King’s broken sword. She folded the belt in half and jerked it taunt. The two halves slapped together, cracking across the creaking deck.

I groaned and shivered, wiggling my ass.

This was going to hurt.

The belt hissed as it cut through the air. It cracked across my ass. I gasped as the pain exploded across both my butt-cheeks. I rose on my tiptoes, my nipples rasping against the carved wood. I gripped the figurehead’s breasts, my head arching back.

CRACK!

I didn’t fight the pain exploding across my ass. I embraced it. Tears fell down my cheeks while my pussy clenched. The pain was intense, burning with memory of the second strike. I wiggled my hips, back arching, needing the next one. Needing to be punished.

CRACK!

“Ow!” I screamed out, shaking, my hips wiggling. Juices trickled down my thighs as the searing pain burned into my pussy. My ass was on fire. The belt was so thick, the leather cracking against me inflicting such pain. It was far worse than her hand.

“You!” Angela hissed.

CRACK!

“Do!”

CRACK!

“Not!”

CRACK!

“Lie!”

CRACK!

“To!”

CRACK!

“Your!”

CRACK!

“Queen!”

CRACK!

The belts fell in such rapid succession, hardly giving me a chance to absorb the last burning pain before the next striped my ass. She spanked all across my bottom, striking near the top and down to where my ass swept into my thighs. My pussy clenched with each one. I cried out my pain, my nipples throbbing against the figurehead.

It was intense. I felt her anger. I had lied to her. She wanted to know what was wrong with me. Because she cared about me. Right? She had to care about me. She was spending her time whipping my disobedient ass.

CRACK!

“My queen!” I shouted the pain growing, swelling, overwhelming thought as I wiggled, my orgasm building in the depths of my pussy, churned by the pain her spanking belt inflicted. Every crack brought me closer and closer to the brink. Tears poured down my cheeks, each one a gift from Angela. “My queen!”

“Look at you! Trembling, wiggling that red ass. You want to cum, don’t you? You want to enjoy the discipline.”

“It hurts soooo much, my Queen!”

“Well you can’t cum,” she hissed. “This isn’t a reward!”

CRACK!

I bucked hard, the belt crashing into my asshole. My nipples rasped on the figurehead I swooned, the pain slamming sensations through my mind. My head looked up at the stars dancing overhead. Surf crashed, pounding the cliff like Angela spanked my ass: hard, passionate. I was the cliffs, my body slowly crumbling to my Queen’s surf.

The sensations boiled through me. I laughed and cried and moaned. Everything jumbled together. The blows merged into one constant stream of pain and rapture Ecstasy sent me higher and higher. I drifted in my own space, my own private Astral Realm inhabited by my pain.

Angela spoke, but I couldn’t understand her words. I tried to answer, to speak, but my mouth didn’t want to work. The world spun above me. The stars shone down just for me, twinkling so bright, humming while the pain faded and I drifted out of my world…

And back into sharp pain.

“Sophia,” Angela said, stroking my hair. I was on my back, my head pillowed on her lap. “My Sophia, are you okay?”

“What?” I asked, shaking.

“You were lost,” Angela said. “Out of it.”

“I was,” I smiled. “The pain took me to this wonderful place. Thank you, my Queen.” I winced as I squirmed. “Oh, Gods, that hurts.”

“I spanked you a little too hard,” Angela said, her face twisting.

I shook my head. “No, no you didn’t,” I purred. I didn’t care that my ass was a mass of burning agony. I embraced it, treasured it. She had to love me to give me that much pain. “Thank you, my Queen. You’re wonderful.”

Angela sighed in relief. “Good, good. You should heal yourself. I drew some blood.”

“No wonder I hurt,” I moaned, quivering. I didn’t want to heal myself.

She snagged a potion and shoved it into my hand. “Heal yourself, concubine.”

“Yes, my Queen,” I purred, bringing the milky healing potion to my lips. I downed it, savoring the creamy delight. I shuddered, a mini ripple of orgasmic delight washed through me, ending at the agony in my ass. The pain warmed, softened, melted away. The lethargy faded from my body. I moved, shifted, sitting up.

Dark cliffs rose around us. The ship sailed through the inlet I had been looking for. An hour or more must have passed.

“How long was I drifting?” I gasped.

“Awhile,” Angela said. “I kinda of drifted, too. Got lost in whipping your ass. I just…had to keep hurting you. I knew you needed it and… And I needed it, too. Your screams, your whimpers, they made me so wet.”

I turned my head, smelling her tangy pussy. “Oh, my Queen, let me attend to you.”

“Yes,” Angela said, leaning back, her thighs moving. She was still naked at the waist down save for her knee-high boots and metal greaves. She rested on her elbows, her large breasts rising and falling beneath her breast plate as I stared at her shaved pussy.

“Oh, you look in such need of your concubine’s ministration,” I purred, kneeling, breathing in her musk.

I loved that wonderful scent.

With a hungry snarl, I buried my lips into her snatch. I licked her so hard, my tongue sliding through her folds. She shuddered, her eyes widening, her hips shuddering, bucking against me, smearing her pussy lips across my hungry mouth.

My tongue licked and sucked, showing her how much I loved her. I had to keep proving it, keep reminding her in case she remembered Kevin. I couldn’t lose my queen. My hands gripped her thighs. I pressed my face into her snatch, licking, tonguing, devouring her.

She humped, shuddered, grinding on my mouth. She licked her lips, watching me as the ship creaked and sailors shouted, guiding the ship through the dangerous passage. I didn’t care about that.

My Queen needed to cum.

“That’s it, my delicious concubine,” moaned Angela. “Spanking you made me so hot and wet.”

“I have to fix that,” I moaned, lips covered in her juices.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she panted, licking her lips.

I buried my tongue deep into her pussy, swirling it around her tunnel. I caressed her sensitive walls, loving the texture, how wet and silky she was. She gasped, head leaning back as her hips humped against my licking mouth.

I read the signs of her body. I was a trained to please women, to understand their bodies. She was already excited, spanking me was foreplay. All she needed was the last bit to send her into spasming bliss.

And I gave it, my tongue washing across her sensitive pussy, my tongue stud a hard point caressing all the wonderful spots of her pussy. I licked all the places that made her gasp and shudder, her pussy lips clenching as the pleasure built in her, bringing her closer and closer to her explosion.

I flicked up to her clit, batting it with the tongue stud.

She bucked. “You wicked slut,” she hissed. “I need to cum so badly. Make me explode. I want to drench your face in my cream. Lick me!”

I did. I flicked my tongue against her clit, I batted her sensitive nub with my tongue stud. I shifted on the ground, drinking in her juices, inhaling her musk, feeling her body tremble every time I struck her clit. Her ass lifted, humping her pussy into my mouth as the pleasure built.

Her body tensed. Angela let out a moan. Her fingernails scratched at the decking. She was so close. I latched onto her clit, sucked.

“Sophia!” she screamed. “My slutty concubine!”

Her body convulsed as she came. Her armor creaked and rattled as she quivered and convulsed. Her hips humped her pussy against my mouth. I drank down the flood of juices, so happy that I pleased my Queen. I gave her this pleasure.

Me. Not Kevin. Me.

She had to remember that. She had to know that I loved her more than Kevin. That I was the one she had to love, not him. Never him. He was a man. I was a woman. I could give her far more pleasure than he could.

“Sophia!” she moaned again, her pleasure peaking through her.

As she collapsed backward, I squirmed. As much pleasure as I gave her, she still yearned for dick. She fucked several of the pirates during the last two days, enjoying their huge cocks. I couldn’t give her that. My dildo wasn’t a real cock, wasn’t good enough for her.

But Kevin had a real cock.

I trembled as Angela smiled. “Oh, that was delicious.”

“I love you, my Queen,” I said, my voice tight.

Her eyes fluttered. “I love you, too. Mmm, so very much.”

She loved me. Right now, at this moment, I had no doubts. But she couldn’t remember Kevin. So I had to keep pleasing her. I had to make sure Kevin never made her remember. I had to…to stop him. I had to…

Kill him?

I shivered, my body going cold at the thought of murdering someone. But he was trying to harm us. The attack in Hargone could have killed any one of us. So…it wasn’t murder. Not really. If they attacked us, and I somehow killed him… Maybe…

Angela seized me, pulling me to her lips. I sighed as she kissed me. I felt her love. Maybe it wouldn’t evaporate if she remembered Kevin. And that was a big if. A demigoddess stole her memory. They could be very powerful beings. And the Oracles were among the most powerful of them.

Maybe I was just being foolish, but…

I couldn’t lose Angela. I hugged her tightly, kissing her with passion. I wouldn’t lose Angela. She was my Queen. Not Kevin’s.

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Thrak

I cupped Thyrna’s cheek as the longboats were lowered to the water, the beach a shadowed slope ahead. The Rakshasa knelt before me, staring up at me with hungry worship in her eyes. She licked her lips, eager for my dick.

“And you will wait here like a good pussycat for us,” I growled. “Our business shouldn’t take more than a few days.”

“I will,” she moaned, her cheek rubbing into my palm like a cat nuzzling against her master. Her lips kissed hot. I had tamed her.

“Good.” I pulled my hand away. “While I’m gone, I want you to remind your crew that you are still in charge of them.” I grinned at the hungry smile crossing her lips. “Amuse yourself. You are strong, which is why it took me to tame you.”

She shivered.

Faoril flashed me a pleased smile from the other side. She had softened a great deal towards Thyrna over the last two days. She had even used Thyrna in her experiments on my rage, having the Rakshasa fuck me while she tried to find the right way to tame it. She felt she was close. It was delicate life magic, and she had to fine tune her spell to find the balance between berserk rage and control.

“I will make them fear me,” Thyrna purred and kissed my palm again.

“Good.” I glanced over my shoulder. The boat was ready. “If we’ve have not returned in a week, do not expect us back.”

“You’ll be back, Master. The Minotaur can’t prevail against you. His horns will break on your ax.”

“Glad someone is confident,” Chaun said as he walked by, Xandra on his arm.

I almost added, “Me, too.” The Minotaur was the War God’s son, his mother the nimble and devious Goddess of Thieves and Criminals. I took a deep breath and nodded. “We shall claim his bloody heart.”

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Knave Angela – The Free City of Grahata

The sun was up an hour when we reached Grahata. We had camped on the beach after disembarking the Golden Hunger—I didn’t want to sleep on the ship. It was a wet night, rains coming in some time after midnight. And though the autumn sun was now up, the city of Grahata still looked wet. The dark stone buildings had a sheen.

The city was built with squat buildings, thick, almost overbuilt like fortifications. Everything was made of the same dark stone of the island, a gray so deep it was almost black. The streets were narrow and crowded, the humans of Grahata, most with the red tinge to their skin of a Thlinian, wore muted clothing, mostly robes, though a few laborers wore pants or overalls. There was no bright vibrancy to the city.

It was dreary.

Sophia walked along, lost in thought again. Last night’s spanking had not lifted her spirits. I studied her, puzzling over what worried her and why she wouldn’t tell me about it. I didn’t think it was fear of the Minotaur or fighting the knights again. She would tell me if it was that.

It had to be something else, but what? I didn’t like seeing her moping. I liked her smiling, happy. I liked her walking with a bounce to her step. I liked the way she would get wide-eyed seeing something new on our travels.

We were in Grahata, one of the great free cities of the Nimborgoth. The vast gem and metal mines of the island made the city wealthy, even if you couldn’t tell by looking at it. The Valyans bought their iron from Grahata to make their famed steel. Kings would commission crowns from the goldsmiths and whitesmiths of this city.

And Sophia stared at her feet.

I sighed as we reached a cafe in a marketplace. It was near the heart of town, the Labyrinthine Gardens, the park in the center of Grahata which contained the Labyrinth’s entrance. I took a seat at the table, leaning my shield against it and setting my bag on the ground.

“Okay,” I said as most of my companions settled down. “The Labyrinth doesn’t open until around sunset. This is where we meet. Xera, if you see any signs of the knights arriving in the harbor, hurry back here. We’ll engage them before we head in. But… I hope we have enough of a lead. If we can be in and out of the labyrinth tonight, we can get back to the Golden Hunger. That will slow them down waiting and wondering if we are down in the Labyrinth.”

Minx laughed at that. “The only way for them to know is to venture down there and find out. Brilliant.”

I shifted. “Maybe. Either way, avoiding a fight with them is better than engaging him. Minx, scour the city. We need that antimagic alchemy.”

“On it,” Minx grinned and then she darted off.

“I have to find wood for a new totem,” Xandra said, her voice quiet. She had lost her earth elemental totem in the fight.

“Not alone,” I said. Minx was already gone before I could tell someone to accompany her, but I didn’t fear for the halfling. Xandra was…innocent.

“I’ll keep you company,” Chaun grinned at his wife.

“The rest of us, we stay here,” I said.

Thrak grunted, arms folded.

I turned my attention to Sophia as she stared at her hands clasped on her lap, her hood half-hiding her face. What was wrong with her? What could have happened in the voyage to dampen her spirits and what could I do about it.

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Minx

“Chromium,” the alchemist said, his bushy eyebrows gone white, making his skin seem even redder. “What in Seljan’s account books is that?”

“A metal that you can alloy with gold to make alchemy that nullifies magic,” I answered. He was the seventh alchemist I had visited. Beyond restocking my alchemical bombs—and picking up a new type that promised to make a screen of smoke—I hadn’t found anything useful.

“Negate magic,” snorted the man. “Preposterous.”

“A gnome alchemist named Fredagest did it,” I said. “I saw her use it.”

“I know that name. You say a bounty hunter knows more of alchemy than me?” he grunted. “I’ve been studying the art since your grandmother was merely a seed in her father’s loins waiting to be planted.”

“She’s a gnome alchemist,” I said. “The Queendom of Naith also knows about it.”

“Rakshasa scum.” He waved his hand. “You are talking poppycock, halfling. I don’t have time to hear about your nonsense. Chromium. That is not one of the metals listed in Andragon’s Account of Metals, Their Alloys, and Their Applications in the Art and Science of Alchemy. And, if you knew anything of the craft, you would understand that he is the authority on the matter.”

I sighed. “Fine, fine.”

I cut his purse when he wasn’t looking, netting me a few silver coins and a large gold dupondius. I chuckled as I walked out. He needed to learn his manners. I pocketed the coins and headed to the next shop, passing the edge of the Labyrinthine Gardens. Overgrown trees and bushes crowded against the buildings that lined it. The grass was tall. No one tended to it.

Clearly, no one in the city wanted to venture anywhere near the entrance to the Labyrinth. Even the plants looked like they were trying to escape, vines growing along the side of bushes, tall trees leaning out from the center of the garden over the Grahaten buildings.

I shivered. Tonight, we would be down in there, navigating the traps, wandering the maze. There were times when I could feel the ground shiver beneath me, like something moved underground, the maze reshaping itself. Other times, I could almost feel like I was standing over the Minotaur, that his horns could explode out of the ground at any moment.

No wonder everyone moved briskly through the streets, their heads down, not making eye contact. Grahata may have all the wealth of its gems and the only decent harbor on the island, but I wouldn’t want to live here. There were better places to make your money than living over a demigod’s prison.

I entered the next alchemist shop, identified by a wooden sign with a mortar and pestle carved on it. The acrid scent of dried herbs assaulted my nose. A paunchy-faced woman looked up from a counter, her fingertips stained yellow.

“Do you know what Chromium is?” I asked.

The dull glint in her eyes was all the answer I needed. No one in this stupid city knew what Chromium was or how to negate magic. Angela’s plan of getting in and out of the labyrinth before the knights arrived was becoming more and more appealing.

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Xandra

“Doesn’t she have a cute rump?” I whispered to my husband, nodding to another woman shopping in the marketplace along the vast docks. The woman wore robes of a muted green, a most unflattering color. But the way it fell over her ass as she leaned over was exciting. Almost shaped like the strange fruit she examined. It was not round like an orange, but wide at the base and then narrowing to a thick stem. It’s skin a pale, waxy green.

Like her dress.

“It is,” Chaun agreed as we walked past. “Her husband is a sailor, I think, missing a leg and with an ugly face.”

“Poor her,” I pouted.

“But she has a lover. A brawny man I suspect she visits when her husband is out at sea.”

I gasped. “How terrible of her. We have to find another woman then.”

Chaun’s smile was amused on his reddish face. He looked like a Thlinian human today, the features the same as his real ones, only his hair and skin color had changed, and his ears were round like a human’s. Changelings had a hard life. Everyone mistrusted them. But Chaun was a wondrous person. I hoped he had already quickened an egg inside me.

“What about her?” I asked, nodding to a busty woman wearing a grayish dress. “She would be fun to seduce.”

“She might be,” Chaun said, amusement in his voice. “I think I like this new side of you.”

“Finding the perfect woman for you to enjoy?” I asked. He had a desire, a need, to lie with married women, just like I had a desire, a need, to be monogamous to my husband. It was ingrained in our races, our natures. And fighting my nature was not pleasant.

“She is, alas, not married,” Chaun said.

“Pity.” I turned my head. “Ooh, now look at her curves. Ample and delicious with that long, yellow-white hair. Tell me she is married.”

“She is,” Chaun said, a smile growing on his lips.

“Are you getting hard?” I whispered, sliding my hand around his waist to rub at the bulge swelling the front of his trousers, borrowed from the pirates. Chaun had lost his magical trunk when we fled Hargone with all his clothing.

“Yes,” he groaned as I rubbed his dick.

“Then you should do something about it,” I smiled, a hot itch forming between my thighs.

“Her name is Tlia,” he said. “Her husband is an average looking man. A little taller than me.”

“Become him,” I moaned, stroking his dick, rubbing my body against him.

Chaun did. The shade of his skin shifted in a subtle fashion, adding more red to its hue while he grew an inch. The style of his hair changed, growing shorter, slicked back, the shade darkening yellow. But the real difference was in the face, his nose become thicker, his chin heavier, his brows more manly. The delicate, almost effeminate features of his natural face became blunted, his ears wide.

His dick, sadly, also shrank. Poor woman. She didn’t get to feel Thrak’s big cock in her.

“Now go fuck Tlia, your wife,” I moaned, giving his dick one last squeeze. I rubbed my thighs together as Chaun moved away from me, heading through the crowd. Tlia had her back to him, browsing a shop.

Chaun moved up behind her, his hand grabbing her ass. It was bold. The woman straightened, turned, and then laughed, seeing only her husband. She had lush lips and bright eyes. Her arms went about Chaun’s neck, kissing my husband

But she didn’t know that.

I shuddered, my pussy growing hot beneath my skirt. I walked after them, thighs pressed tightly as Chaun whispered in her words. Her cheeks darkened. Her eyebrows raised. She asked him a question, and he nodded, giving her a grin. She laughed louder, squirming. Chaun’s hand was still on her ass. And then he pulled her away from the stall. I followed, biting my lower lip, trembling in excitement as they ventured down the alley. My husband pinned Tlia against the wall, kissing her hard, bold.

Is that what she expected from her husband? Boldness?

I leaned against the alley’s entrance, my hands rubbing at the front of my skirt, pressing the fabric into my clit. I shuddered, my tongue sliding across the back of my teeth as I savored watching Chaun’s finger untie her bodice.

“Jayci,” the woman moaned. “What has gotten into you? Mmm, you’ll be in such trouble with your boss.”

“I just had to see my wife’s lovely, lovely breasts.” Chaun scooped them out of her bodice, holding the heavy, lush pair, squeezing them.

“Yes,” I whispered, rubbing faster at my clit. “Enjoy those breasts, Chaun. She thinks you’re her husband.”

It was so wicked. Such a naughty trick. And that only excited me more. I rubbed at my clit faster, trembling at our naughty deception. I couldn’t believe we were really doing this. He was seducing her, cuckolding her husband.

His lips sucked on her nipple. My own ached in sympathy I leaned against the alley wall, stroking my clit faster, hoping Tlia didn’t notice. Or if she did, that she didn’t care. I bucked and shuddered, my pussy clenching with the excitement of this.

I had to touch myself directly.

Chaun’s eyes glanced at me as he suckled on her nipple. I yanked my skirt up, not caring if anyone passing the alley saw me. I shoved my hand directly against my naked, shaved folds. I bit my lip, letting out soft sigh as I rubbed up and down my juicy pussy. I stroked my lips, trembling.

And then shoved a pair of my fingers into my wet depths.

“Chaun,” I breathed, my heart racing.

“Jayci,” groaned Tlia. “Oh, you always know how to play with my breasts. Mmm, you are taking such a risk. If Matil finds out…”

“He won’t,” Chaun grinned, so cocky. He kissed Jayci’s wife. She melted against him, her tongue flying, her hands sliding down his body to Chaun’s trousers. She worked her fingers, eager for her husbands cock.

“But that’s not your husband’s,” I moaned, my fingers pumping in and out of my juicy pussy. Pleasure raced through me as she pulled out my husband’s cock. She stroked it as he hiked her skirt, his lips sucking on her nipples again.

“Seljan’s ledgers, I need to be fucked,” Tlia moaned.

“In the middle of the market?” Chaun asked, glancing at me and winking. “While being watched?”

“Yes!”

I shuddered, my pussy clenching. My eyes were fixed on my husband’s cock grasped by a married woman. She pulled it to her pussy. I trembled, the heel of my hand massaging my clit as Chaun came closer and closer to cuckolding her husband.

And then he thrust into her.

“Yes,” I moaned, my pussy clenching hard on my fingers.

I shoved a second one into my cunt as Chaun fucked her hard. He pounded the married woman, pressing her against the stone wall. She gasped and moaned her enjoyment, thinking her husband rammed his thick cock into her.

The pleasure built in my body as ripples washed through me. I bit my lip, fighting to moan out my excitement, to shout at Chaun to flood her married cunt with his jizz. This was such a rush watching while my husband tricked the woman into violating her marriage vows. It was so naughty. Such an affront to Luben.

My husband was cuckolding hers.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I whispered. “Cum in her, Chaun.”

“Oh, Gods,” the woman moaned, bucking, cumming on my husband’s cock. Her pussy spasmed about Chaun’s dick. His back arched, his hips thrusting forward. “Jayci, yes!”

“Cum in her,” I hissed. “Luben’s sacred vows, do it!”

My fingers reamed my pussy. All three of them stretched me open, pleasure firing through my body. Juices poured out of me, coating my fingers as they worked and pumped through my pussy, driving me wild. I squirmed, moaned. My breasts rose and fell as the pleasure built in me. I tossed my head back and forth. I let out whimpering moans of music as my pleasure built and built.

I was on the edge of cumming. I just needed one last thing to send me into paroxysms of pleasure—my husband flooding Tlia’s married cunt.

“Cum in me, Jayci!” moaned the married woman. “Cum in my cunt!”

“Do it, Chaun,” I moaned, my pussy clenching. My clit throbbed beneath the heel of my hand.

Chaun thrust forward. He groaned out, “Tlia,” as he erupted. His cum flooded her married pussy. My husband’s cum.

“Yes,” I moaned as the pleasure exploded through me.

My head snapped upright as my body trembled. I sang out my pleasure, my pussy spasming on my fingers. The rapture rushed through me. It was such a naughty thrill. We did something so wonderfully wrong. I gasped and groaned, bucking against my hand as I drowned in ecstasy, the world swimming around me.

My husband cuckolded hers. So hot.

“Luben, yes,” I panted, bucking a final time before I slumped against the alley wall. My knees were so weak. They buckled.

“Ooh, yes,” groaned Tlia. “Mmm, that was wonderful. But you need to get back to your work. He will be angry.”

“He’ll never know I was away,” Chaun said, winking to Jayci’s wife. He kissed her before darting away from both of us down the alley.

The woman straightened her skirt as I watched her. She saw me and swallowed, then lifted her head and walked by me back into the market place without saying a word. I gasped for breath, my body still buzzing from my intense orgasm.

Chaun, back in his normal form, rushed down the alley to me. He had a huge, pleased grin on his face. I smiled at him as she stopped before me. I took his hand, grateful for his help in standing.

“Well, you came hard,” Chaun grinned.

“It was so hot,” I panted as we walked out into the crowd. Tlia was back to shopping, though there was a noticeable aura of pleasure about her. A woman satiated. “She had no idea.”

“They never do,” Chaun grinned.

“I can’t wait to do it again,” I breathed as we continued exploring the marketplace.

“You are wicked,” he said while steering me to a stall selling exotic hardwoods. I spotted samples of mahogany and balsa on display, trees that grew on the Island of Birds. The right wood was needed for my new totem. I knew that there were other species of tree that would work for an earth totem, but I didn’t know what they were beside kapok, the great trees that grow in the jungle, towering over all of the others.

The merchant was a male halfling, standing on a stool to be at human eye level, his hair a bright silver, his skin burnished a deeper bronze than Minx’s. Behind his stall was a curtain separating his extra wares. A female halfling bustled out with a ledger she studied. She was probably his wife. Halflings males always had more than one wife; there were just so many of their females that they had to share their males.

Before, I would have thought that was sad. But sharing your man with another woman opened up all sorts of naughty fun.

“Hello, good merchant,” Chaun said with a flourishing bow.

The halfling glanced at him then at me and blinked. “An avian?”

“Indeed,” I said, my voice musical. “I see you have lumber from the Island of Birds.”

“Yes, yes, many fine woods for making furniture,” he said, nodding his head. “Look at the quality of this mahogany, how dark it is, how fine the grain.”

“Very fine,” I nodded, touching it. I didn’t need mahogany. My fire totem was in perfect condition. “And I see balsa wood. But do you have any kapok?”

The halfling blinked. “Kapok? Well, yes,” he said. “For the crates. It’s a serviceable wood, I suppose, but nothing fancy.”

Crates? “Do you have a piece at least as thick around as my hand? It is very important.”

“Important.” A gleam popped into his eyes like one I had seen in Minx’s eyes. He glanced at the female halfling, and she gave a quick nod of her head. “Well, my lovely avian, I do indeed.”

The female halfling headed into the back and returned a few moments later with a thick board. I recognized it as kapok thanks to the grain. It was as long as the halfling female was tall. She set it on the counter, and I stroked it, following the pattern of the grain. It was thick enough but so long.

“I only need this much,” I said, placing my hands on the board to measure.

“Afraid it has to be sold as a whole,” the halfling said. “Two dupondius.”

Chaun let out a laugh as I blinked. Was that a lot of money? Dupondius were gold coins, I think. We did not use currency in the Black Rock Aerie, trading our gems directly with the halflings of Baraconia for the goods we could not produce ourselves.

“Two gold coins for a hunk of wood?” Chaun shook his head. “It’s hardly worth five silvers.”

“Kapok is very rare, good sir.”

“No it’s not. The jungle is full of them. It’s as common as pine, and I won’t pay more than that.”

“But you can’t find kapok on Yalut,” the halfling pointed out. “I had to import it. At cost, good sir.”

“So you inflated the price by a two hundred percent? I’ll pay you five silvers.”

“A gold and five silvers,” the Halfling said.

I blinked, watching as they went back and forth, my fingers still stroking the wood. I could feel its connection to the earth. But it needed work, shaping. I had to carve it and bring out the natural lines, attuning it to the elementals of earth. But with it I could replace mine destroyed fighting the knights.

“Fine, a gold dupondius,” grunted Chaun. “You are robbing me.”

“I am not holding a knife,” the halfling laughed. “How could I rob you?”

Chaun pulled out a gold coin and slapped it down. The halfling snatched it up with a blurring hand and bowed.

I grabbed the plank. It was so heavy. “Can you cut it down for me, good merchant.”

“For what we paid, I think you can,” Chaun said.

“Since you have honored me with your patronage, of course,” the halfling said.

I hugged the kapok wood to my chest, eager to get to work shaping it as we walked through the marketplace back to our companions. My steps had such a light bounce to them. I would have access to all my abilities and…

“Chaun.”

“Hmm?”

“I need woodworking tools.”

Chaun glanced at the halfling. “Not from him. We’ll find a blacksmith who won’t overcharge us for a piece of wood.”

“Thank you,” I smiled.

His glum expression melted away as his arm went around my slim shoulders. “It made you smile.”

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Knave Angela

Waiting for sunset was tedious, but it did give me time to contemplate Sophia and her mood. It had to be something new. She wasn’t worried about the fight with the Minotaur, she wasn’t a worrier normally, so it had to be something else.

It came to me around noon. It was obvious I felt foolish for not even realizing it. She was worried about Kevin. Not fighting him, but me remembering I loved him. Which was preposterous. I told her so already. Besides, those memories were gone, holes burned into my mind erasing whatever should be there. I could feel the holes but I had no idea what Kevin meant to me.

“Concubine,” I said, standing up and stretching, “walk with me.”

“You’re leaving?” Thrak rumbled, looking up from the book he read. It was so small in his large hands.

“Not far. I need to stretch my legs. And so does Sophia.”

Sophia rose, her head bowed, still wrapped up in her problems. I led her down an alley, the bustle of the square dying down. I turned around, facing her. She frowned at me, her hands washing together before her.

“You’re afraid that I won’t love you if I remember Kevin,” I said, a nice, blunt attack. “Even though I already told you that I would.”

She blinked. “I…I…” Her head lowered. “Yes.”

“You know I love you, right?”

She nodded her head.

“That I dominate you and spank you and hurt you because you need it.” I moved closer to her. “Yes, I enjoy the way you whimper and squeal, it’s sexy, but I do it to make you happy.” I lifted her chin, her eyes liquid. “Just like you submit to make me happy.”

“I know you love me, my Queen,” she said, her voice hoarse. “I do. It’s just…”

“That I’ll leave? Abandon you for Kevin? That everything that I’ve grown to feel for you over the last five months will just vanish. Poof.”

“Your memories went poof.”

“But I won’t forget you even if I get them back.” I stroked her chin. “Believe that. It’s real. I didn’t fall in love with you because I forgot about Kevin. I was already feeling things for you before I gave up my memories. I was just…conflicted.”

“Really?”

“I think so. I was in turmoil, my world upended by the Quest. I think I had a fight with Kevin. I must have been angry with him. I gave him up, Sophia. Remember that. How much could I have really loved him?”

“But…” her eyes watered. “Chaun sees Kevin when he looks at you. It means you do still love him even if you’ve forgotten about him.”

I froze. I had known that, but… I hadn’t really thought about what it meant. Did I love someone I couldn’t remember? Did my soul yearn for Kevin? I brushed her tear. She was so beautiful. So wonderful. I Loved her.

“Chaun doesn’t see the woman I love. And when he looks at you, he sees the groom you had a crush on as a girl.”

Sophia blushed.

“He doesn’t see me, Sophia. He can’t see me. He sees only men because he can’t appear as a woman. So maybe Kevin’s the man I love the most, but you’re the woman I love even more. I know that. It hurts me to see you sad. I don’t like it. I don’t want you to be afraid that I’ll just abandon you. I won’t. Even if I remember, I know I won’t.”

“My queen,” she breathed, and then she hugged me tight, my armor groaning. She shuddered, crying against me. I held her, stroking her back. I could feel the desperation of her love. Her passion. Oh, I loved this woman.

“You are my concubine. And nothing will ever change that, Sophia. Nothing.” My arms tightened about her. “I love you. I choose you. Every time I’ll choose you. I believe that. So don’t worry about what Chaun sees or the unlikely possibility I ever will remember him. Okay.”

“Okay?” she sniffed. Her arms tightening. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” I blinked.

“For worrying. For doubting you. I’m sorry.”

I let out a snorting laugh. “Oh, Sophia, doubts are fine. This is tough on us all. It’s made me think about things, seeing Kevin, wondering just what I lost. But I have to focus on this one fact: I made a choice. I gave him up. I didn’t love him more than doing my duty. I…” I shuddered. “If I had to choose between you and killing the dragon, I would choose you. I…”

Her arms tightened and she let out a sob of joy. Tears fell down my cheeks as I rocked my lover. Remembering Kevin would change nothing. Sophia was mine.

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Warlock Faoril

I set the box on the table and sat down next to Xandra as she worked a piece of wood, shavings covering the table and her lap. Her eyes were focused intently as she worked, almost distant, like she was in a trance. She was making a new totem I realized after a moment.

“What’s the box for?” Sophia asked, sitting on Angela’s lap. The pair looked…close.

The box was a simple chest about twice the size of my hands, hinged with delicate brass. The wood was stained dark. I stroked it, opening the box to reveal its far plainer interior. Then I clapped it shut with a bang, making Sophia flinch.

Xandra kept carving.

“For the Minotaur’s heart,” I answered, a belly full of Thrak’s cum warming me. I reached out life magic, casting the simple preservation spell I used on my vials to keep cum fresh. “To preserve it until we reach the Altar of Souls.”

“Oh, that’s smart,” Sophia said.

“I have been known to be that,” I answered as the life magic settled into the box. Anything living put in there would be kept fresh until it was opened again. My stomach squirmed. We were ready for tonight.

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Xerathalasia

“His ship never arrived,” I reported as darkness smothered the city.

“Then this might work,” Angela said, taking a deep breath. “We have four hours to kill the minotaur and escape the Labyrinth tonight. Otherwise, we’re stuck in the labyrinthine another day. And his ship will have arrived by then.”

I nodded my head with the others. Minx, standing beside me, did a flourish with her daggers that I was sure she thought impressive. It was childish, but I smiled and my ears wiggled. My four-leaf clover, the boon I earned from Princess Siona, moving with them.

“Let’s go,” Thrak said and cracked his knuckles.

Sophia shuddered.

“I hope we don’t need the Flaming Woman,” Sophia said. “I really thought she would have shown up by now. She’s all we’re missing.”

The Lesbius Oracle prophesied one final companion after Xandra. Sophia was right, I had expected we would have met her by now. Minx shifted beside me and sheathed her daggers. I gripped my bow. It was unstrung. I doubt it would be much use in the tight tunnels of the labyrinth.

We marched through the streets, attracting looks. People shook their heads at us, some making strange gestures with their fingers. “They’re warding against our foolishness,” Faoril whispered. “They know where we’re heading.”

“Where else would a group like us go,” Thrak laughed.

“And they think we’re fools,” Chaun sighed, his lyre in hand.

Xandra was beside him, her new tools and the piece of wood she had been carving tucked into her pouch with her totems. She had her air totem out, the lines of the wood carved to resemble sinuous, serpentine lines. Wind in abstract, I supposed.

We reached the overgrown Labyrinthine Gardens. A stone path, weeds poking through it, led into the gloom. The thick trees, their trunks covered in shaggy moss, loomed over us, plunging us into deeper darkness as we followed the path into the gardens. It was a wild place and yet wasn’t natural at all. I spotted the orderly rows of trees and bushes. It was subtle to detect. The gardens had lain untended for a long time.

As we walked, a grinding sound grew louder. The ground rumbled beneath my feet. Something moved beneath us, stone scraping on stone. My heart beat faster as the path led through the brush to a small clearing, stone benches lined around a small plaza. There was a rectangular hole cut in the plaza only a foot deep. A flat stone, surface smoothed to a fine polish, moved in the depression. It slid from right to left. It must be immense. It kept moving and moving.

“It’s a huge disc,” reported Faoril, “with a slot carved in it. The disk takes a full day to turn. We have to wait for the notch to reach us, then the stairs shall be unveiled.”

“The weights involved are astonishing,” Thrak said, studying it. “How is this possible mechanically? What stone could be shaped into a disk this immense and still move without shattering. It must be a mile or more in diameter.”

“Stone from the moon, stolen by Cernere,” Minx said. “She gave it to Grahat, and he fashioned the labyrinth from it. They say not even magic can touch it.”

“Moonstone,” Thrak muttered then glanced up. “Is that why there are dark patches on the moon. The quarry?”

“Definitely,” Minx nodded her head.

My ears twitched. “The sound is changing, the pitch rising. I think the notch approaches.”

A moment later, a gap in the stone disk appeared, sliding open, revealing a stairs leading down into the darkness. A musty smell rose, the air scented by sweat and leather and blood. I wrinkled my nose at the stench of the Minotaur.

“Four hours,” Angela said, drawing her sword and hefting her kite shield. “Let’s go and slay a demigod.”

“After this, the dragon will be as easy as baking a pie,” Sophia said and then spoke the words, conjuring her pink light.

I took a deep breath and thought of my newborn daughter. I hoped to see her and my wife again. “Matar,” I prayed to the hermaphroditic goddess, “keep us safe in the darkness of the earth.”

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Knight Kevin

“An ugly city,” Mary said, my fellow knight standing beside me on the deck. Grahata lay before us, the harbor teaming with ships, the city rising dark beyond. It took much convincing to have the ship’s captain dock in the dark.

“The labyrinth would just now be opening,” I said. “She’s heading underground. Madness and folly.” I shivered in fear for her. The priestesses divination revealed Angela had reached the city this morning.

“A powerful ritual is needed to reforge the sword. A powerful force of war to power it. What better than the heart of Gewin’s son?” She patted my arm. “I doubt she’ll return. I’m sorry. I know you wanted to save her.”

“She’s too stubborn to lose to the Minotaur,” I said, resisting despair. “And we’ll be ready for her when she emerges.”

“She has a four hour window tonight,” Mary said. “We should go there straight away.”

“I have a stop to make.” There was a temple to Luben, God of Love in Grahata. “I need to consult a priest.”

“We brought six of them,” Mary said. “And Esmeralda and Helena love consulting with you.”

“They serve the wrong god.” Luben’s priests would know how to break the enchantment on Angela. I just had to restore her memories and she would see the folly of her task. She would see reason, and I could save her life.

I would have her back. Silently, I prayed to the gods to watch over her in the Labyrinth. To let her survive the demigod who had slain every hero who had tried. I should have been by her side. I should have went with her on her quest and supported her.

I was a damned fool. No longer.

To be continued…

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