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This is the fifth of seven parallel and related stories; they work best if read in sequence. Chapters 4, 5 and 6 are considerably longer than the other ones in the series. To find the other chapters, follow the author link above. These stories are fiction, and all places and characters are invented.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010

It is the annual alumni reunion event at the Lauderton High School, which they hold in the large gymnasium in the main school building. The events in these stories take place at various times during the evening, and to different characters; they are not chapters of the same story, but a series of separate takes. We are the invisible camera, panning around the scene and then zooming in for a close-up …

TAKE FIVE

Raquel Fuentes was taking little satisfaction from the fact that the evening was fulfilling her expectation of being both long and tedious – a complete drag, in fact. She never enjoyed these events, not having a great fund of small talk, and attended only as a matter of duty and courtesy. In truth, she was much more comfortable with the normal teacher-student relationship, and found it surprisingly awkward to be chatting to former pupils on this social basis. This was not because of any unpopularity: she was probably around average in that respect, keeping definite control of her classes and ensuring that they made steady progress through the history curriculum without any discursive sidetracks, however interesting or amusing they might be. It just felt strange and artificial, and she suspected that some of those with whom she had exchanged vague and cliched remarks had been feeling just the same … although, in that case, as they didn’t have to be here, why did they come?

There had been a few pleasanter moments, of course, such as encountering Hayley Statten – she had heard on the grapevine that Hayley had come out openly as gay (something Ms Fuentes had suspected when she had taught the girl), and had particularly wanted to be nice to her, partly on general principle, and partly … well, who knows where things can sometimes lead! But they had been joined almost immediately by another former student, a rather voluble chatterbox, and after a couple of minutes Hayley had politely excused herself and had drifted away towards the far end of the room.

The time seemed to be passing at a snail’s pace, as Raquel found from her constant checking of the clock over the entrance doorway. She knew that a large part of her restiveness was due to craving a cigarette – she was seriously trying to give up smoking, and by cutting down in stages she had manage to reduce to just three a day. Having run out of obvious people to talk to, she considered that she could surely slip out for a few minutes, and have just one smoke – if she did, she was sure that she would feel much less on edge. Heartened by this plan, Raquel looked in her tote bag, only to find to her dismay that the cigarette packet was empty – although she was sure that she had not had three already today, had she? She felt cross with herself – she should have realised that she would need one this evening! Then, she remembered that she had left part of a packet locked in the desk in her classroom as an ‘emergency reserve’, and if this didn’t rate as dire necessity, she didn’t know what did. Raquel left the gymnasium unobtrusively, timing her moment carefully whilst the Principal had her back turned to the door.

Raquel’s classroom was on the upper floor and quite some distance away, as it looked out over the rear of the building. She was in no hurry to get back to the boring reunion, and so she sauntered along slowly, killing as much time as possible. As she turned the corner into the last section of corridor, she found that it was already illuminated – and as she approached her classroom, the very last one at the end on the right, she was even more surprised to see that its lights seemed to be on as well. Her first reaction was that the cleaners must have left them switched on by mistake, although these things were usually checked. From an ingrained sense of caution, she approached slowly and quietly, and looked through the small glass window set in its door.

She didn’t know what she had expected to see, but it was certainly not this: the small dark form of Alice Mason was bent over the teacher’s personal desk – from which one of the locked drawers had been opened with some sort of keys, and several papers taken out. Ms Fuentes realised with shock that these were the tests that the class would be taking over the next few weeks, and which would play a large part in determining the students’ final grades. The little cheat, she thought angrily, the little bitch is cheating on the tests! She had been pleased that Alice had been doing well in class, thinking that it was due to hard work – and, yes, to her own clear and precise teaching – and that the black girl was of different material from her two lazy and insolent older brothers (both of whom, fortunately, were no longer students). Instead, she was even worse – she was deliberately cheating by finding out in advance what the questions were! No wonder she had been getting high marks, she must have been staying behind when school finished for the day and sneaking back into the classroom. Ms Fuentes couldn’t figure out how the girl had been able to unlock her desk and leave no trace, but from the incontrovertible evidence in front of her eyes, it must be so. The teacher was seething with anger and disappointment, but, as she surreptitiously watched the pretty teenager for another moment, other feelings stirred as well – she would teach the little hussy a lesson for sure, but she might as well get some personal satisfaction on the way!

Alice Mason was certainly a tempting sight, especially for anyone whose tastes ran to young and innocent-looking girls. The ebony-skinned 11th grader was strikingly attractive in a slim, tomboyish way. She was quite petite, being only five feet two inches tall and having a slender figure; she had small but pert A cup breasts that scarcely needed a bra (and Ms Fuentes had noticed that often she did not bother with one), and her best feature was the trim little ass that was usually well-outlined in her habitual tight denim jeans or shorts. Alice was seventeen years old but looked much more like fifteen (often having to show ID to prove her age), and the fact that her long straight dark hair was normally kept tied in two ponytails enhanced the impression of innocent youth. She had full and slightly pouty lips, gleaming straight white teeth, a broad but well-proportioned nose, and large deep brown eyes;. For her work at the reunion this evening, she was dressed in a pair of straight-leg black trousers, a plain white short-sleeve shirt, and quite smart black sneakers; in this ensemble, she looked both neat and pretty – in fact, thought the teacher, pretty neat.

Having come to a decision, Raquel jerked the door open and entered the classroom.

‘Well, Alice Mason – what do you think you’re doing?’ she snapped curtly.

Alice shrieked, dropping the test paper that she had been holding and staggering backwards until she bumped into the wall behind her. Almost fainting from shock, she stared transfixed at the angry figure of Ms Fuentes, who was blocking the only exit from the room, hands on hips and glaring fiercely at her. Fright at having been discovered and a dawning realisation of the consequences it might entail came over Alice, and she gave a broken kind of whimper. Why, why, oh why, had she ever listened to her brother George and his stupid plan, when he had lent her these ‘skeleton keys’ and demonstrated their use! – and where had he found that out anyway, probably from that gang that he was running on the fringes of, no good was going to come of that, and what was going to happen to her now, she was in deep deep shit – all of these thoughts tumbled chaotically through Alice’s mind, as she stood horror-struck, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, and quivering like a cornered gazelle.

Ms Fuentes moved in on her prey, glad to see that the girl had no resistance in her and was not going to bluster and deny the obvious or try to make a run for it. Fuelled by a hurt sense of trust betrayed, the teacher was still very cross, although the heat of her anger was partly abating as another kind of heat ignited in her loins.

‘Alice! How could you? You little cheat … you’ve let me down very badly! What have you done? – oh, what a mess you’ve made of things!’ The teacher’s mouth set in a firm line – now was the moment to play her trump card, exaggerating it for maximum effect. She continued: ‘This is extremely serious, and I shall have to inform the Principal at once! – your test scores will have to be reduced to zero, and in other subjects as well, quite likely! Your grade point average is going to go through the floor – anyway, I can’t see you getting into any college now, not with this on your record! In fact, this is probably burglary – those keys are certainly illegal – and we may have to call in the police and you’ll end up in jail!’

Alice was stricken with terror – suddenly everything she wanted, everything she hoped for, was in peril of vanishing forever. Oh, sweet Jesus, why had she ever taken this mad, bad risk?! The girl felt a rising wave of hysteria and she lurched forwards to the side of the teacher’s desk, clutching at its edge for support, as her stomach retched and a taste of bitter bile struck the back of her throat. However, there was nothing to vomit up – she had been so anxious about her secret plan for the evening that she had been unable to eat anything before leaving home, although whilst serving at the reunion she had managed covertly to sneak a couple of glasses of the fizzy wine for a kind of Dutch courage – she never normally tasted alcohol, and they were adding to her world-turned-upside-down sense of disorientation. The petite black teenager gasped weakly, and extended a shaking hand pleadingly to her captor.

‘Oh, no! – nooo!! please – please, Ms Fuentes, anything but that! Oh, please, please don’t, no!’ The petite teen sobbed convulsively, tears coursing down her cheeks. ‘I’ve never ever done this before, really, I promise you, never, this was the first time – there’s been no other opportunity, just tonight.’ The schoolgirl gave a broken wail: ‘Oh, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’ve been so stupid – why did I listen to Georgie, let him tempt me with these stupid keys of his – oh, I know I never should have, I know it’s all my fault – oh, God! I wish I hadn’t, I wish I hadn’t!

The teacher’s stern expression relented slightly at this abject flood. So that’s where this bright idea had come from – not sweet little hard-working Alice after all! Yes, that fitted, it sounded exactly like the kind of dodge that D.G. ‘da guy’ Mason would think up, but still Alice should never have carried it through.

‘Why did you then?’ Raquel asked, in a less hostile tone.

‘Oh, Ms Fuentes, I was just desperate to do well – I’ve worked and done my very best all year, you know I have [the teacher nodded at this] and I need really top grades, I want to get into a good college – not be like my brothers, they’re just drifting, wasting themselves, getting involved with gangs – I don’t want to be like that!’ The African-American girl looked at the Hispanic woman with a sudden burning intensity, her determination, motivation and ambition shining through, and on a rising note she concluded: ‘I want to get somewhere – I want to be someone, do something worthwhile!’

Raquel felt the tight knot of her own shock and anger melt in the face of this transparently honest declaration. She couldn’t fault the sentiments or the aims – of course, she could not approve of these methods, but there were other ways in which she could help Alice, help her to achieve her goals honestly, in a way that she could feel proud of. The experienced teacher would take the tomboyish teen under her wing … and, along the way, she would teach her many things, give the schoolgirl experiences which she might well come to like, whilst she was trading her favours in return for her teacher’s favour. Very well, thought the older woman, let the first lesson begin!

She picked up some tissues from the box she kept on her desk, and gently wiped away Alice’s tears. In a much softer and warmer tone, she soothed the frightened girl:

‘So … if this is really, really the only time … ’

‘Oh yes, truly – truly, it is!’ broke in Alice, as desperate hope began to stir in her heart.

The teacher continued past this interjection: ‘… and you haven’t properly seen the tests …’

Sensing that she was being offered a lifeline, Alice was almost babbling: ‘Oh, no! I only just started to look at them, it took ages to get the drawer open, my hands were shaking so much, I’d only just opened it when you came in – and I am so sorry, really really sorry!’

‘Hmm … so, you want me to overlook this, treat it as just a foolish mistake? Not to tell anyone, to let it go – for it to be just our secret?’

Alice’s tear-streaked youthful face was shining with tremulous and burgeoning hope … could it be possible? Might wonderful Ms Fuentes (who she had genuinely always liked and respected anyway) really be that kind? Oh! if only, if only she could escape this frightful nightmare, never again would she ever cross the line between right and wrong – she should have known it would be her undoing!

‘Well’, responded Ms Fuentes, her voice becoming a little husky, ‘if you want me to forget about this, you’ll have to give me something much pleasanter to remember instead – won’t you?’

She arched her eyebrows and moved even closer to Alice, a speculative expression on her face. The teacher cupped the schoolgirl’s chin in her hand, raising it so that Alice was looking directly into her eyes. Holding the teen transfixed with her gaze, Ms Fuentes traced her fingers down Alice’s neck and body to the crotch of her trousers, and then – making her meaning quite unmistakeable – rubbed along where the seam pressed against the girl’s slit, causing her to start and shiver like a frightened colt.

The petite African-American was surprised and astonished: there had been some rumours about Ms Fuentes, but she had never paid any attention to them – the most ludicrous things were said about all sorts of people, staff and students alike. Until now, she had never seen anything to substantiate the claim that Ms Fuentes was a lezzie … but it seemed that, this time, there was no smoke without fire, and quite a conflagration at that! There had been no previous hint of sexual interest from the teacher, but the insistent touch of the woman’s hand against her most intimate place allowed of no ambiguity.

Alice gulped and swallowed, understanding completely the deal that she was being offered – and knowing that it was one which she could not possibly afford to refuse, for the alternative was utter disaster. The girl’s stomach was suddenly queasy, but not exactly with revulsion. She experienced a light-headed sensation which was a curious mixture of apprehension and a powerlessness that was almost relaxing, but with a definite undercurrent of excitement. Alice had never been with a girl before … but, well, it was not as if she hadn’t ever thought about it … and, in fact, recently she had been thinking about it quite a bit. For a while, the dusky teen had been having suspicions about her two attractive friends and 11th grade classmates, Brooke and Lauren – there was something going on there, she felt sure of it, and curiosity was drawing her like a magnet. She had found herself wondering about what they maybe got up to together, and imagining what it might be like to do it with another girl – especially with the tall, slim and pretty blonde, with whom she had been good friends since junior high. This had even intruded into her slumbers, and last Sunday morning she had awoken from a surprisingly explicit dream in which all three of them were naked in bed together, with herself sandwiched in the middle like the dark meat between their white bread, whilst they caressed and kissed her. She had been trembling and sweat-soaked, and the wetness in her pussy seemed to indicate that she had just come – which was all the more frustrating, as she had never yet achieved a really proper orgasm either with her boyfriend or in her solo masturbatory fingerings.

Her resolve hardened into a determined acceptance of her fate – it couldn’t be so bad, surely it couldn’t, she could do this, and … well, it might even be interesting … Ms Fuentes was a lot older than her, of course, but Alice had always admired her teacher’s fuller figure and commanding presence, and thought that she was really quite sexy. The pretty black teen felt her confidence start to return, things were gonna be OK after all – this was a lucky escape route, and she had better take it quick. Ms Fuentes hand was still stroking her crotch, and having an effect that was both mesmerising and quite stimulating. Alice reached down and placed her own hand over her teacher’s, pressing it even more firmly against her cunt, and at the same time she looked steadily at the older woman and gave a slow and deliberate nod of agreement.

‘Yes, Ms Fuentes – thank you, thank you so much! I would be glad to, anything you want, anything at all!’ Alice still looked a little apprehensive, Raquel thought, but there was no doubt that the girl was willing to do whatever was necessary to get off the hook. Still, it would be best to establish the way things were going to be – who was going to be giving the orders, and who following them. The teacher put the test papers back in the drawer and locked it, handing the skeleton keys back to the blushing schoolgirl with no more comment than a wryly amused smile. Then she took the simple precaution of locking the classroom door, and pulling the interior blind down over its window into the corridor – it was incredibly unlikely that anyone else would come along here at this time, but Ms Fuentes was a methodical person and was taking no needless risks.

Raquel knew that she was in her prime, a handsome Hispanic woman in her mid-30s (in fact, it was three months until her 35th birthday). She was of average height at five feet six inches, with a body that was well-fleshed but not in the slightest overweight or flabby. The teacher was rather a mature woman with eye-catching curves: her prominent 34D breasts were still full and firm, she had a flare to her hips, a fully-rounded bottom and firm strong thighs. Her features had a classic Latin character – well-proportioned, elegant and forceful; she had a strong jawline, red lips, grey-green eyes with full eyelashes and dark eyebrows, and a rich thick mane of jet black hair that cascaded to below her shoulders. She liked to wear one-piece dresses in rich colours or strongly-contrasting patterns, and tonight she had on a striking Donatella jersey wrap dress in a deep purple colour; its pleated cross-over top emphasized the size of her breasts, whilst below the tie belt which held it cinched at her waist, the full skirt swirled around her legs enticingly with every step that she took, the gap at the front sometimes showing a flash of her leg and thigh, and its pleated drape drawing the eye to her shapely ass.

The attractive Latina woman walked slowly back to her desk, a slight sway in her hips, as the youthful African-American girl looked at her rather like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car. As Ms Fuentes drew close, Alice swallowed several times, her eyes wide and anxious and her teeth nibbling nervously at her lower lip. She’s so cute, thought the teacher hungrily, so pretty and naive – taking her is going to be a sweet pleasure, but I can make it that way for both of us, so that she’ll want to come back for more … and more … and I’ll give it to her, the pretty little cunt, oh, yes, I’ll give it to her good!

Smiling reassuringly, Raquel brought their heads together for a first kiss, gently at first, slipping her tongue along the teen’s pouty lips, tasting and tantalising her. Almost unconsciously, Alice’s lips parted slightly under the gentle pressure from her teacher. Feeling shy and awkward, the schoolgirl held back a little, but then she became more responsive, opening her mouth fully to allow Raquel’s tongue to enter and devour her, and even pressing back, turning it into a mutual smooch. At first, it had seemed weird and strange to Alice to be kissing sexually with another female, but it wasn’t unpleasant at all, just … unusual … and, well, kind of warming, soft and close in actually quite a nice way. As her own tongue touched and tasted Ms Fuentes’s, and then – greatly daring – she slipped it into her teacher’s receptive mouth, she felt a fluttering in her stomach and a loosening of the muscles at the top of her legs. At some point during this long French kiss, Ms Fuentes’s hand returned to the crotch of Alice’s trousers, and the woman’s firm caresses began to spread a relaxing warmth through the young African-American’s abdomen.

Breaking the kiss – and very pleased that she was the one who did so – Raquel also noted with gratification that Alice was looking a little flushed, and that there was a glint in the girl’s deep dark eyes. Stepping back half a pace, the teacher unbuttoned the unresisting teen’s white shirt, under which there was no bra – her little breasts needed no support yet – but a simple white camisole-type vest. Raquel lifted this over the girl’s head, so that she was now naked from the waist upwards. As Alice gazed at her wide-eyed, the mature woman ran caressing hands over the young body in front of her – and, as her palms gently massaged the sweet pert little breasts, she could feel the girl’s nipples stiffening into hard arousal. Raquel bent downwards and ran her tongue around each engorged tit; as she sucked on each in turn, Alice closed her eyes and gave a little whimper of involuntary pleasure.

This was all the confirmation that the Latina lady needed to take things to the next stage. Releasing the tomboyish tits with a final soft kiss, she reached down to unbutton and unzip the girl’s plain black cotton slacks, slipping them off her thin hips and gesturing her to step out of them. Alice complied quickly; if anything, she seemed to be becoming less nervous and shy. In an instant, she was standing before her teacher, naked apart from a pair of sky-blue bikini panties which were quite plain, apart from a little white lace trim at the hips and a tiny bow at the centre of the elastic waistband. Good, thought Raquel, it was time to initiate the girl further in her new duties – in fact, this step would be crucial; if she balked at this, it was all going to fall apart.

Alice was instructed to kneel in front of her teacher, and she watched with anxious curiosity as the older woman slowly undid her belt; when it was cast aside, the wrap dress swung open of its own accord, hanging away from the breasts on each side. With a deft shrug, Raquel tumbled the dress from her shoulders to fall on the floor behind her. The wide-eyed schoolgirl drew a breath in amazement and appreciation at the sight which was revealed of the splendid mature curves of her teacher’s olive-skinned body, exhibited in stylish and sexy underwear. Raquel had always had good taste; she particularly enjoyed the feel and look of top quality lingerie, in both design and materials, and was willing to pay for it. She wore a matching three-piece set by Chantelle in a lilac colour that co-ordinated with the darker purple of her dress; it consisted of a demi-cup plunge bra and a traditional style suspender belt (to which her black stockings were clipped), over which was a thong with shoestring ties, its front panel a skimpy triangle of delicate lace.

As Alice gazed at this and the mound of her teacher’s cunt which it barely covered, by unconscious instinct the girl’s hands went to her own nipples, rubbing and pulling them. Raquel allowed herself a smile of satisfaction as she noted the teen’s reaction of sexual excitement. There might be more to young Alice than meets the eye, she mused; she had thought that the girl had a steady boyfriend and was basically straight, just possibly bisexual in the way that most women were – but she was starting to suspect something much more, something that perhaps Alice herself had not known or understood until now, and each stage of her ‘blackmailing’ seduction was making this more and more apparent.

Raquel moved things forward again, telling Alice to kiss her on the front of her panties. There was only the slightest hesitation before the girl did so – but then she kept up the oral pressure more firmly and for longer than Raquel had expected she would, on this first induction into the lesbian world. Looking down over her own jutting breasts at the jet-haired head that was pressed between her legs, with its two long ponytails dangling downwards, the teacher felt a powerful surge of dominance – she was going to have this piece of virgin-lesbian pussy, and fuck her on her own desk in her own classroom!

When told by the teacher to pull the panties down, Alice gasped at what was revealed – for Raquel had a quite large and prominent pudenda, and she kept her pussy scrupulously clean-shaven, so that her already puffy and aroused labia were fully revealed, as was the darker pink gash between them. The girl had never seen another female’s sex so intimately before – indeed, not even her own in such close proximity – never mind that of a full-grown and developed woman. She gulped and swallowed, quite unable to tear her fascinated eyes away from the orchid-petal shape of Raquel’s outer and inner labial lips, and increasingly aware of the tantalising sweetly-spiced smell of her teacher’s cunt.

What came next was no surprise – indeed, more than that, it somehow seemed to the girl that it was entirely natural, the right thing to do. Quietly and gently, in a soft voice rendered husky with desire, Ms Fuentes told Alice to kiss and lick and suck her pussy, and to push her tongue in as deep as she could get. The tomboyish teen did so cautiously at the start, but more from a lack of confidence about how to do this than from any disgust at the task imposed upon her. After a few nervous licks around the outer parts of her teacher’s cunt, Alice began to get into the feel of it, nuzzling closer into the warm, soft and musky-scented flesh. She eased the pink opening apart with her finger, and felt a stir of triumph as her probing was rewarded by Raquel’s gasp of surprised pleasure. The youthful black girl squirmed her tongue into the mature Hispanic woman’s vagina, seized by a determination to show just what she could do – Alice always set herself the highest standards, and this was going to be no exception: if she had to do this (which she didn’t mind, really … no, not really at all … it was, mmm, actually rather nice, in fact quite a turn-on) then she would do it well! Her first-ever taste of a woman’s pussy-juice was a strange sensation which made her pause, but only for a second or two before reapplying herself with renewed vigour.

The more that Alice lapped up, the more the ebony teen found herself enjoying it, savouring the taste of Raquel’s fluid and the erotic thrill that her own teacher – a woman twice her age, and a thousand times more sexually experienced – was being taken to climax by her novice efforts. Ms Fuentes was beginning to moan and gasp, her thigh muscles clenching and her hips shuddering, and her grip on Alice’s shoulder tightened. Suddenly, with a harsh cry, the older woman thrust her pussy forwards whilst clutching the back of Alice’s head with both hands and pushing the girl’s face harder into her cunt – and then, Alice ceased to be a virgin at cunnilingus, as her increasingly eager slurping was rewarded with a convulsive spasm and a flood of sweeter-tasting cum-juice that coated her tongue, and which without a second thought she sucked up and swallowed.

‘My God, Alice! That was amazing!’ gasped Raquel, when she could draw breath. ‘Have you really never done this before, with anyone?’

Looking happier than the teacher had seen her all term, Alice looked up from her kneeling posture between the woman’s open thighs, and shyly affirmed that this had been, really and truly, her very first taste of a pussy. She did not add verbally that she had rather liked it, but her body language and expression made this clear enough.

‘Well, my dear, you should be rewarded’, said the older woman, reaching down to tweak the petite girl’s budding breasts and making Alice quiver in her turn. Ms Fuentes added in a firm but warm tone which sent tingles down the girl’s spine: ‘and I want you, and I’m going to have you!’

The teacher asked if Alice was still a virgin, to which she shook her head and affirmed that she had lost her cherry about four months ago, mutually with her boyfriend Tony. She did not add aloud that the whole thing had seemed to do a lot more for him than it did for her – there had some pushing and grunting which had been followed by a weird and slightly painful, but fortunately quick, tearing feeling inside, then a sudden wet spasm on his part, and it was all over, leaving her feeling quite let down by the experience. It hadn’t got much better in the eight or nine times that she and Tony had done it since then: he seemed to more or less enjoy it – certainly he was quite insistent and pestering in getting her to drop her panties for him, but he didn’t actually look at her much when he was lying on top of her, or really say anything afterwards. Nor had it got any better for her – there was no real foreplay (which she had put down to the lack of size, and therefore of interest, of her tits), and just enough friction in her pussy from his thrusts to get her twitchy, before Tony came and his cock became limp and quite unappealing. Not surprisingly, she had been getting more and more reluctant to let him do it to her, which was making him feel frustrated and rejected, and in fact their whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing was in a pretty shaky state.

Raquel was glad that Alice was not a virgin; she had been swept up by lust for her pretty student since the moment she had kissed her, and longed to fuck her all the way, but she knew well that losing one’s virginity could be a painful and distressing experience. She had no intention of hurting or traumatising the girl – far from it: she wanted to seduce her, and make her long for more lesbian experiences. The initial opportunity had been given by blackmail and coercion, and Raquel was enjoying her position of dominance and authority, but at heart she was a natural teacher and she wanted to educate Alice, to induct her into the pleasures of lesbian love-making. The Latina woman told the girl to stand up, kissed her, and then fondled her pussy through her plain blue panties – which were now rather damp around the gusset. The teenager found this intensely erotic: the firm confident touch of her teacher on her simple panties, with the woman’s fingertips separated from her girl-hole only by the thin layer of cotton fabric, was somehow more sensuous and arousing then if she had been naked and her vagina fully exposed.

From the intent look on Alice’s face, the flare of her nostrils and sheen of sweat on her forehead, the stiff erectness of her nipples and the slight tremble in her body, Raquel knew that the young student was ripe and ready, was hers for the taking – that the girl would resist nothing from the dominant woman who had her totally under her thumb. With a grin of hungry satisfaction, the teacher hooked her fingers into the side of the girl’s last remaining shred of clothing, and steadily pulled them down her legs to her ankles. Kneeling briefly, with a deft motion Raquel removed the panties and both of Alice’s sneakers, leaving the slim schoolgirl completely naked. She indicated that Alice should sit on the desk; once she had done so, Raquel eased her backwards so that she was lying down across it, and then gently spread the compliant teen’s legs wide apart, bringing her naked cunt into full view and ready accessibility.

Alice once again looked a little nervous, her teeth nibbling her lower lip, but it was a nervousness caused much more by speculative anticipation than by fear or anxiety. The tall figure of Ms Fuentes was an imposing sight as she stood poised between the dark-brown thighs of the petite African-American. The teacher was still dressed in her sexy and sophisticated lingerie, her semi-clothed position adding to her authority over the nude girl. Her two-inch heels made her six inches taller than Alice, and Ms Fuentes’s mature womanly body with its prominent rounded breasts and broad-hipped ass was probably twenty kilos heavier. Even without her predicament at being caught red-handed in burglary, Alice would have felt captive to the handsome Latina woman’s sexual power, and would have been submissive to whatever was her desire.

Looking down on the delectable sight of dark-brown pubescent flesh spread out beneath her, Raquel felt a deep sexual thrill run through her like a surging electrical charge. She had not expected to become so attracted and so aroused when she had entered the room – her original plan, really only half-formed in her mind, had been to make the girl eat her out as the price of her silence. But since then, this little session had developed into much more, oh – into so much more, it was filled to the brim with potential and possibilities, if handled right. Fortunately, the way to do that right now was also to do exactly what Raquel longed for – to fuck the little bitch’s brains out, and give her a sexual ride that she would never, ever, forget as long as she lived.

With a wolfish expression on her face, Raquel traced a finger along the youthful girl’s pussy, slipping one fingertip between the dark curls which framed it. Alice was round-eyed, and looked more than a little scared – but admirably determined to continue, to see it through. The African-American girl gave a slight, almost protesting, whimper when Raquel probed further, and pushed her forefinger into the teen’s slit, up to the first knuckle.

‘Oh, my God!’ moaned Alice, but her expression and tone were such that it was hard to tell if this prayer was for one for release or continuation, or even if she knew any more which she of those wanted the most.

The teacher began to finger-fuck the schoolgirl’s pussy, starting with inserting the full length of her digit and probing deep inside – surprising Alice, for it was much further than Tony’s average-sized dick had ever got – and then, to the teen’s shocked amazement, Raquel pushed a second finger in alongside and splaying them both out. Alice sobbed and moaned, never having felt anything so filling or so fulfilling before. As her body responded to these expert manipulations, her ecstatic cries grew louder and sharper. Although there should be no one anywhere near, not even on the same floor, Raquel was taking no chances and she clamped her free hand over the girl’s mouth to silence her. Pressing Alice’s head firmly down onto the desktop, she locked the teen’s glazed eyes with her intense lust-filled gaze, and increased the pace and forcefulness of her pulverising penetrations. Impressively arrayed in her outfit of stockings, suspender belt and bra, the teacher loomed over the small youthful form, her full breasts almost spilling out of their bra cups as they hung a few inches above Alice’s face, swaying like a pendulum. Raquel was hugely enjoying the sensation of dominating the slim black girl, pinning her in place, her right hand firmly gripping Alice’s face whilst her left hand rammed hard in and out the teen’s sloppy pussy. For her part, Alice was finding the position of restraint even more mind-blowing: the teacher’s hand gagging her mouth was intensely erotic, and she spread her legs even wider and bucked her pelvis upwards to meet the shafting that Ms Fuentes was giving her.

Unbelievable electric feelings were pulsing through Alice’s abdomen, like nothing she had experienced before – not even when touching herself down there. Her muffled cries became sharper, more frequent and higher pitched, and her hands released their desperate vice-like grip on the edge of the desk to clutch at her own breasts, squeezing and pulling on her hard and erect nipples. Her back arched, so that only her buttocks and the back of her head were touching the desk. The tomboyish African-American teen shuddered and quaked as her orgasm finally exploded, her expression an unmistakeable plea to be taken and used, to be dominated but also to be given release and pleasure. Raquel had been targeting the lithe girl’s clitoris for some time, and now she pressed the nub more firmly, whilst pushing a third finger into Alice’s cunt. The schoolgirl’s eyes bulged and almost rolled back in her head with the onset of a second orgasm, sweat beading her face and chest. As Alice subsided into the aftershocks, gasping for breath but no longer shrieking her ecstasy, Raquel removed her hand from the girl’s face, and then bent downwards to kiss her firmly on the lips – for which Alice’s mouth opened without hesitation.

After a few seconds, a dazed and astonished-looking Alice sat up on the desktop, her legs dangling over the side; she touched herself gingerly on her pussy, which was soppingly wet and felt a bit tender – though not in a bad way. She swallowed, and looked at the woman who had just initiated her and taken her lesbian virginity.

‘Thank you’, said Alice, quietly and with unmistakeable sincerity, ‘thank you, Ms Fuentes … for everything.’

‘That’s OK, sweetie’, replied the teacher with a fond smile, but then her expression sobered and she added: ‘I’m giving you a second chance, Alice – don’t let me down again’.

The girl looked shamefaced at being reminded of how this had started, but she carefully nodded to show her agreement as she slipped down from the desk, at first a little unsteady on her legs. She was relieved when Ms Fuentes’s smile returned, and the teacher helped her back into her clothes – she pulled the teen’s blue cotton panties back up to her waist, and gave her a soft kiss on their front before she gently zipped up the girl’s plain black trousers and tucked her white shirt inside its waistband. Alice gazed back at her shyly, amazed at the things which they had just done together – and still more amazed by how much she had got off on them, and how they had not seemed unnatural or nasty at all. In fact, whilst she automatically combed out her long hair and restored the two ring-clips which held it in ponytails, her thoughts were already turning to more, to there being a ‘next time’. Growing bolder and more confident in her desires, she asked:

‘Ms Fuentes, umm – you, err, you’ll … that is, need to punish me more for this, right?’ As the teacher regarded her amusedly, she hurried on: ‘I mean, I don’t mind, you know … really, I deserve it, it’ll teach me a lesson, it will!’

Raquel gave her a warm smile, and replied: ‘Oh, don’t you worry – there are lots of other “lessons” I could teach you … if you really want that?’ She took Alice’s chin in one hand, in order to look the African-American teen in the eye and convey her sincerity. ‘I won’t make you do anything you don’t want, is that understood? If you like, you can leave this room now, and neither of us will say anything more, not ever, about what happened here. But …’ The teacher paused deliberately, leaving the sentence in mid-air.

Alice had no intention of playing coy or hard-to-get; whilst she wasn’t sure where this might lead her, frankly she didn’t care – she wanted it, and more of it.

‘Oh, Miss, yes – please, I really want, I really do, you know …’

‘Well then, dear Alice, obviously we can’t risk doing anything here at school … (Raquel laughed to see Alice’s frank disappointment at that news) … but take a week to think about things, and then you can come to my house next Sunday afternoon, if you like [at this point, Raquel drew the unresisting teen against her, kissing her firmly on the mouth, and with a soft mewling sound Alice melted against her womanly curves], and we’ll have some fun and games.’

In return, the teacher offered to help the girl get better grades by giving her extra coaching privately, outside of school hours – she was aware that Alice’s family couldn’t or wouldn’t pay for that, but, well, she pointed out that now Alice knew how to express her appreciation in a form that Ms Fuentes would enjoy much more than money Seeing Alice’s eager reception of this proposal, Raquel came to another quick decision. In an apparent change of subject, she asked the schoolgirl if she liked Ms Woodhouse, who was one of her science teachers. Yes, replied a rather mystified Alice; she did, very much – Grace Woodhouse was aptly named, for both her stylish looks and her unruffled pleasant manner; she was one of about a dozen African-American teachers on the school roster, at 32 years old a little younger than Ms Fuentes. She was also fit and good-looking – of similar height to the Hispanic woman, but slimmer in build, bust and ass. Her bubbling sense of good humour brought her classes alive, and even though science was far from being a favourite subject for many, her interesting presentation of it made her personally very popular.

‘Well, m’dear, I’ll let you into a secret – and I’ll trust you to keep it that way. Ms Woodhouse will be there as well – you see, we spend our Sundays together; I’m sure you understand what I mean by that. She’d love to eat you out – and I can tell you, she’s got an amazing tongue, you’ll love it too. And, contrary to what they say, three can be even more fun than two!’

Alice was thrilled, and she gushed excitedly (if rather contradictorily) that Ms Woodhouse was cool and was hot, adding a little more calmly that the black teacher always looked so smart and was a role model whom Alice admired very much. Now, it seemed, Ms Woodhouse was going to be her role model again, in quite an unexpected way!

Raquel laughed with real, relaxed pleasure – what a splendid evening this had turned out to be, after all. With her habitual caution, the teacher told Alice that they should not return to the reunion together, as this might be noticed; she was also concerned that the girl was already being missed by now – but with a pert smile, the tomboyish teenager explained about the excuse of illness which she had given Ms Neustein in order to cover her lengthy absence.

‘All the same, don’t push your luck – we don’t want Jenny to come looking for you, now do we?’ replied Raquel, and she gave the petite ebony babe a fond slap on the rump as she sent her on her way. The teacher pulled her own panties and dress back on, refastening her belt and smoothing the soft fabric, and then remained for a while in the classroom, humming a pleasant tune as she tidied up any signs of what had been going on. Satisfied that all looked normal and innocent, she picked up her handbag, switched off the lights, and walked back along the corridor and down to the ground floor level, smiling with pleasure as she re-ran the recent encounter in her memory, and still tasting Alice’s sweet cum-juices in her mouth.

As she neared the main gymnasium, she hesitated … really, there was no need to go back in, the reunion event would be ending in half an hour at the most. Instead, Ms Fuentes strolled out through the glass doors of the front entrance and then turned to the right, away from the parking lot and towards the unlit area of lawn which extended along the side of the main school building. She leaned against a tree trunk, hidden in its dark shadow, and lit a cigarette from the packet which she had retrieved from her desk. Taking a satisfied drag, she felt mellow and relaxed – all was right with the world. As she finished her smoke, standing in the evening silence, she heard faint sounds behind her – coming from somewhere further up the lawn, near the kitchen area. Intrigued, Raquel finished her cigarette and walked silently across the soft grass, staying in the deep shadows under the trees.

‘Holy pussies, Batman!’ she breathed to herself, peering cautiously around a shrub at the amazing vista. Those luscious 11th grade babes, Lauren O’Rourke and Brooke Carter, were going at it full-tilt, locked in a passionate 69, with the blonde underneath and the redhead on top. Raquel already had her suspicions about the pair, but this was proof indeed! There was enough light from the nearly-full moon to see quite clearly, and Raquel could not resist pleasuring herself at the sight of one of her hottest fantasies turned into reality. The Latina teacher roughly fingered herself to a rapid orgasm as she avidly watched the two beautiful girls; as she came, she muffled her own gasps with her other hand in an unconscious echo of the gagging of Alice earlier. Almost weak-kneed from the intensity of her orgasm, Ms Fuentes retreated swiftly, not wanting to disturb the entwined sapphic teens, or be heard or seen by them. She would act on her discovery at another time, carefully and patiently – and then, with a little skill, before long she would be enjoying them as part of a foursome with pretty little Alice. The prospect of that almost made her come again, just from the friction of her swollen and sensitive pussy lips against each other as she walked, and she paused for a moment by the same tree where she had smoked, taking some calming breaths to compose herself before she re-emerged into a public place.

Meanwhile, back inside the gymnasium at the reunion event, Alice was still shaken by her amazing experiences of the evening – and by how much she had enjoyed them, and that shockingly her thoughts were filled as much with what she had done to the older woman, as the pleasure which Ms Fuentes had given her. She resolved that she was going to dump Tony first thing on Monday, there was really no point any more in going on with the selfish bore – if you weren’t interested in the NFL or baseball, he didn’t exactly have a wide range of conversation. Alice also determined that at the first opportunity she would explore the ground with Lauren and Brooke – especially lovely Brooke, whom she had known for longer and had always liked. If they were lesbians, as she thought, then … well, it seemed that maybe she was too, which really would be no bad thing, not at all … if it meant that there would be more nights like tonight, then, well – wow! and she would be ‘glad to be gay’. Of course, her folks must never know, but Ms Fuentes and the other teachers needed to keep their sexual liaisons secret as well, and so also presumably did Brooke and Lauren.

Preoccupied with her own thoughts, Alice barely heard Ms Neustein asking her if she felt better now (oh, yeah, do I!, oh, wow!!) but the schoolgirl could hardly explain the reason for her sudden flush of exultation, so she mumbled some platitude. Seemingly in some haste, the short and busty teacher thanked all of the student helpers and ushered them out, declaring that she had a couple of last things to do and then she would lock up the building.

As the chattering and laughing students exited the building, Alice looked around in the crowd for Brooke and Lauren to start dropping hints, but they were nowhere to be seen. At the suggestion of one of the popular seniors, all of the student helpers had been invited to a post-event party at his house, and it had been arranged that those 12th graders who had cars would give lifts to everyone else. Alice was not sure any more that she wanted to go to this, but she did not want to go home just yet either – her emotions were in a turmoil, making her restless and excited.

The African-American teenager looked around again for her pretty white friends, hoping to link up with them and suggest that they cut the party, and that the three of them go off somewhere else on their own – if her suspicions about her friends were correct, something very interesting might develop. Alice suddenly thought of one of her favourite movies, and sniggered to herself – ‘all for one and one for all’, they could be ‘the Three Cunt-ateers’! However, disappointingly there was no sign of the blonde or the redhead in the crowd, and she decided that they must have gone ahead already – or, more likely, that they had sneaked off together, she just bet they wouldn’t be at the party. Alice recalled something being said about a sleepover, and her already wet pussy began almost dripping at the thought of what her sexy friends might be doing to each other, now that she had so much better an idea of what you could do with and to another female – and how amazingly good it could feel. She groaned in frustration – she had no doubts at all now, pussy was what she wanted and longed for, and a lesbian she would be happy to be, if only someone would please be one with her!

The small African-American girl hung back in the shadows, letting the others pile into the cars, and shaking her head vaguely when one of the 12th grade boys offered her a ride. Still, she was just about to join one of the very last cars in the parking lot, when she saw Ms Fuentes appear from the grassy area at the side. At once, Alice knew exactly what she wanted to do, and an extraordinary calm settled over her. She slipped adroitly behind one of the pillars of the school’s entrance portico, and let the last of the students’ cars drive away. Then, so as not to startle the teacher, she walked slowly down the wide front steps, so that their paths crossed and they stood together, completely alone in the quiet and almost deserted parking lot – just three cars still remained, one of which presumably belonged to Ms Fuentes and the other to Ms Neustein, who was still inside the building doing the last bits of tidying up; the third was a mystery, but Alice had more interesting things to focus upon than that.

‘Have you missed the lifts, Alice?’ asked Ms Fuentes, with an intrigued and quizzical smile. ‘Perhaps I should give you a ride to the party – it’s at Cal Morgensen’s, isn’t it? Or are you heading for home? I don’t think I should leave you here or let you walk alone, not at this time of night.’

‘Mmm, thanks, Ms Fuentes, that would be great!’ replied the black girl, with a glint in her eye. The teacher unlocked her Ford saloon, and Alice slipped into the front passenger seat and clipped on her seatbelt. The elegant Latina woman got in at the other side and then paused for a moment, turning to her passenger.

‘Well, Alice, where do you want to go – the party, or shall I drop you at your home?’

The petite teenager shook her head, her long dark ponytails swinging from side to side, and answered: ‘No, not either – please, take me back to your place, we could do more, please, couldn’t we? – I’d like that so much, I really really would!’

To prove her point, Alice leaned across and slipped her hand under the fabric of Raquel’s flowing wrap dress, sliding her fingers to the junction of the older woman’s legs. With a soft moan, the teacher shifted in the car seat to part her thighs, giving the eager black teen the opportunity to push her fingers inside the front of the woman’s panties and press them against her parting pussy-slit. Raquel arched her back, opened her legs wider and lifted her buttocks a few inches from the seat, so that the half-open dress rode up to her hips. Alice needed no further incentive: she now knew what to do, and she longed to do it – all of her inhibitions had evaporated. With a deft twist of her wrist, she thrust two fingers deep into her teacher’s sloppy cunt and began quickly to frigg her.

Raquel’s eyes half-closed and her hands clutched tightly at the steering wheel. Whether by instinct or pure luck, Alice curled her fingers and probed higher, going under the clitoral hood and rubbing the clit itself. The Hispanic teacher gave a sharp intake of breath and her hips jerked, pressing her pelvis against the bottom edge of the steering wheel. The orgasm overtook her in a sudden rush, caused partly by the sheer thrill of being manipulated by her young student in this brazen way, partly by the eroticism of sex in the confined space of the car and with both of them held in a kind of bondage by the seatbelts, and partly by her awareness of being exposed to public view in the parking lot – it was a risk, even if it was dark and Alice’s nimble fingers were down out of sight, and the tinge of fear added zest to the cocktail. She held the peak of the orgasm for a long, blissful moment, and then flopped back into her seat with a shaky sigh. Alice withdrew her hand, and the girl licked her sticky cunny-coated fingers with a look that endearingly combined mischievousness and triumph.

‘Oh, wow!’ breathed the teacher in a slightly stunned voice, her smile surprised and delighted; ‘you are a quick learner, aren’t you? – but then, my sweet, you always are, and such a hard worker too! Well, I would certainly like to take you home with me to warm my bed, I must admit I would – but won’t your boyfriend Tony be waiting for you at the party, and won’t you be missed? He’ll wonder where you are, maybe raise an alarm, even get the police called in if they can’t find you? I’m sorry, but I think it’s too risky, we’ll have to resume another time, and …’

But at this point, Alice broke in excitedly; ‘No, no – it’s OK, Ms Fuentes, nothing to worry about at all! – you see, Tony’s out of town with his folks, visiting relatives – that was one reason why I volunteered when Ms Neustein asked for helpers, I had nothing else on this evening – and, anyway he’s going to be an ex-boyfriend, as of Monday!’

Raquel regarded her newly-acquired apprentice with amused approval, but cautioned her – no one must suspect why she was finishing with Tony, and, in any case, she should do it in the least hurtful way, there was no point in being mean or making an enemy.

Alice nodded; she would never want to be unkind, but she explained that their affair was petering out anyway and this would not be unexpected; she thought that Tony was losing interest because she was getting reluctant to have sex, and had refused point-blank to give him a blow job. She concluded: ‘Anyhow, I think he fancies Yolinda Mayberry, he’ll be quite glad to be free to chase her … the lucky girl!’, she added, rolling her eyes ironically.

Raquel laughed, and after further reassurance that Alice’s parents knew she was going to the party at Cal’s and did not expect her back until the early hours, 3.00 a.m. at least, and were not waiting up for her – she had a latchkey – the teacher agreed to take the sweet little cutie back with her for a few hours, promising afterwards to drive the girl home.

Ms Fuentes had a nice 1960s-built house which stood detached from its neighbours in a quiet suburban street. As Alice followed her teacher into the hall and they hung up their jackets, the older woman told her that she should call her Raquel when they were making love – Ms Fuentes would sound so strange in that intimate context. She took the tomboyish teen by the hand, and with no further hesitation led her upstairs to the main bedroom. Once they were there, she took Alice into her arms for a long, warm kiss, running her hands deftly over the girl’s chest, shoulders and back, and finishing by taking a possessive grip on her ass in the tight black trousers and firmly squeezing both of her buttocks. The slender student squirmed – not to escape, but to get even closer. She thrust her pelvis against her teacher’s broad thigh, rubbing her crotch up and down like a puppy-dog on heat, as her whole small frame tingled with erogenous excitement.

Once again, but this time with a slow deliberation that got Alice even more turned on, the Hispanic teacher gently undressed the young African-American girl. First she unbuttoned the white shirt, after which she massaged Alice’s bubble-tits through her thin camisole top, before pulling that away over the girl’s head. In an echo of her first sexual overture, she spent a few moments tracing her hand around the outside of Alice’s trousers, ending with cupping and stroking her Venus mound through the thin stretch fabric. As the black girl stood there, eyes wide and tongue wetting her lips, Raquel undid the front button and zip of the trousers, and let them fall to the girl’s ankles. Alice stepped out of them and kicked off her shoes, standing proudly in nothing but her pale blue panties. When Raquel resumed a slow and soft stroking of the front of these, the young African-American girl started to moan softly, shivers of arousal making her tremble like a leaf.

Not wanting to take the sweet teen to an orgasm just yet, Raquel desisted and asked Alice if she would like to undress her. Round-eyed and so excited that she could only stammer, Alice nodded her head in assent. She took a moment to enjoy the feel of Ms Fuentes’s lovely wrap dress, running her hands over the soft jersey material of the cross-over bodice – and, of course, at the same time, caressing the swell of the mature breasts underneath. Raquel was pleased, Alice was indeed a quick learner, and of that most important aspect of lovemaking – foreplay: arousing and enticing the other person with looks, touches, caresses and kisses, for greater mutual stimulation and pleasure. Alice enjoyed this moment of feminine intimacy, and savoured still more her teacher’s passivity in her hands, as Ms Fuentes made no resistance to where or how Alice ran her hands.

Still, no teenager has that much patience and, highly pleasurable though this was, Alice had a devouring desire to see Ms Fuentes’s body again, so stunningly displayed in her sexy and elegant set of lilac lingerie. With swift decision, the young girl tugged open the tie around Raquel’s waist, and pulled the fabric of the dress to each side as if she was opening her bedroom curtains. Alice sighed again at the ripe curves that were revealed, the Latina’s full breasts uplifted in the demi-cup plunge bra, whilst the narrowing of her waist and the thrust of her hips were emphasised by the suspender belt and the wispy triangular thong that sat just below it. Raquel’s skin was smooth and soft, with a faint olive sheen that suggested both natural healthiness and Mediterranean sunshine.

The young girl lifted Raquel’s dress from her shoulders and folded it over the back of a nearby chair. The Hispanic teacher did not move an inch, as her innocent-looking student returned to do things to her which were anything but innocent. Alice cupped her hands underneath Raquel’s bra, hefting her mature breasts to feel their weight and massaging them to enjoy their supple texture. The teacher’s lips parted slightly and her breaths became shallower and faster, and Alice was delighted at this confirmation that her virgin efforts were having a real effect. The girl slipped a finger under her teacher’s bra straps, easing them off her shoulders and then down to dangle near her elbows. In the process, the bra’s cups were tugged down and Ms Fuentes’s gloriously full breasts tumbled into full view. For a moment, Alice caressed them, enjoying the feel of the Latina woman’s prominently-erect nipples on the palms of her hands – and inducing a louder moan from the busty teacher.

The African-American tomboy leaned forwards, and slowly applied her lips to one of Raquel’s scarlet nipples, rotating her tongue first clockwise and then counter-clockwise. The teacher rocked slightly on her heels at this, shifting her stance so that her legs were better braced but also wider apart, and she took a firm grip on Alice’s shoulder to steady herself. The black girl moved her oral attentions to the other tit, whilst continuing with her hand to grope the breast which her mouth had just deserted.

At this dual stimulation, Raquel gave a peculiar kind of broken-backed whimper, the sound of which was music to the dusky teen’s ears. There was no doubt that the older woman was becoming very turned on, and was building up for a bone-shaking climax. Delighted at the effect of her novice efforts, Alice became bolder. Now she had little hesitation in pushing her hand into the gap between her teacher’s suspender belt and wispy panties, twisting her fingers inside the thong and reaching her goal – Ms Fuentes’s cunt-slit, which she rubbed along for a few seconds externally and then pressed the tips of two fingers inside. She was thrilled to see the older woman close her eyes for a second in pleasure, and hear her start to pant rapidly.

Alice had no doubt about what was needed next – and no doubt that she longed to do it. She sank to her knees in front of her seducer’s strong and powerful body, and swiftly tugged the woman’s panties down her legs and threw them aside. Feeling her own heat rising in her crotch, Alice thrust her face onto the fleshy mound of Raquel’s pudenda and pushed her tongue into the vaginal slit, racing it up and down several times. In response, the teacher grunted in pleasure and her hips slightly trembled. Now the energetic teen changed her tactics: she removed her dampened face, and thrust two fingers into the Latina’s oozing cunt, pushing hard and deep. Once she had pushed them all the way home, right up to the knuckles, she began to piston her hand backwards and forwards, administering a vigorous and surprisingly capable finger-fucking. Raquel began to pant frantically, her shallow breaths interspersed with imprecations to Alice to fuck her faster and deeper, instructions which that obedient girl faithfully followed.

The teacher’s hips shuddered as she was driven to a climax, her breathing nasal and rough as the orgasm pulsed through her body. Looking up from her kneeling position, Alice was fascinated to watch the expressions of transported bliss that swept across the woman’s face, her lovely full breasts jerking wildly above Alice like an avalanche about to fall. As her legs shook convulsively under the impact of the most forceful insertion yet, Raquel gave a kind of scream and drove her pelvis down onto the girl’s thrusting fingers. She grabbed Alice’s hand and clutched it against her cunt to keep the teen’s fingers deep in her vagina as she ground herself against them, gasping and trembling in ecstasy, with her eyes screwed tightly closed. After a minute, as Raquel’s pulse rate and breathing returned to something like normal, she opened her eyes and reluctantly released her student’s hand. She blew out a breath with a sigh, and gazed with interest at her new apprentice lesbian.

‘Wow, Alice – that was amazing! Are you really, honestly and truly, new at this? – I mean, you’ve never done anything with a girl or woman before this?’ asked Raquel.

Alice looked rather shyly at the ground, but affirmed again that it was indeed her first sexual contact with another female.

‘Well’, said her teacher with satisfaction, ‘you’re a natural, honey; that was definitely a grade A performance just now!’

Alice smiled with unfeigned pleasure at the compliment, and admitted frankly that it had really aroused her too. Feeling very horny after her orgasm, Raquel smiled at the petite student, and said that she knew just the best way to take care of that. The curvaceous woman’s hips swayed enticingly as she turned away from the pretty teenager and walked across to the vanity table that was near the window. Pausing for a moment, she unclipped her bra and put it down, her full and shapely figure emphasised by the narrow suspender belt around her waist and her stockings. She removed something from one of its drawers, and Alice gave a small squeal when Raquel turned back to face her and she could see what it was – an intimidatingly large replica of an erect male penis, shaped in some kind of black plastic. Straps and buckles dangled from it, and suddenly the girl understood that she was looking at a ‘strap-on’ for the first time – and she didn’t think it would be the last time. Her eyes were like saucers as she stared at the object, realising all too well – with a mixture of eagerness and some apprehension over the damn thing’s sheer size and length – that it would soon be inside her, filling her to her capacity and perhaps beyond. She realised with glee that she was surely losing her lesbian virginities tonight – her first cunnilingus of another woman, her first orgasm at the hands of another woman, her first finger-fuck of a female cunt, and now her first dildoing by another woman.

Raquel had thought she might need to reassure the young girl, perhaps promise not to push the strap-on in too far or hard, but Alice’s hungry expression and avid looks at the plastic penis removed her doubts – the girl’s keenness was unequivocal. The teen was still kneeling on the floor where she had been before, which was an ideal position for Raquel’s plans. She stopped in front of the cute African-American and handed the dildo to her with the instruction to strap it in place. As Raquel well knew, and Alice now discovered, being in this supplicant pose and buckling a strap-on cock onto your lover, knowing that it is going to take you, to spear your pussy deep and long, to fuck you so hard, is an incredibly erotic experience. As Alice knelt there adjusting the straps to a tight fit, her legs were splayed open and her pussy oozed with wetness.

The teacher was a highly-expert femme-fucker, and knew well the effect that Alice’s submissive position would be having on her. She drew the girl to her feet, stroking her stiff little nipples and then kissing her deeply. Alice gave a twitch, followed by a shaky sigh, as during the kiss the teacher’s right hand dropped to slip inside the student’s panties and caress her cunt, the thumb flicking deliberately against the young girl’s clitoris. Raquel felt the teenager’s open and sticky wetness with lustful satisfaction, bringing her fingers back to her nose and mouth in order to savour Alice’s smell and taste.

Slowly and gently, Raquel walked Alice backwards to the large king-size double-bed, until the back of the girl’s calves bumped against it. With renewed pressure on her shoulders, Raquel pushed Alice back to lie across the bed. Reaching down, the Hispanic woman slipped the girl’s panties off, and then hooked a hand behind each knee and spread the teen’s slim thighs apart.

Alice quivered, the thrill of the forbidden mingling with her sudden raging lust for more lesbian sex – of any kind, in any quantity, just bring it on. She was now totally available, and knew it in every fibre of her being; she was stark naked, on her back in a stranger’s bed with her legs wide-open, and her pussy offered up for fucking in the traditional missionary position. Raquel stood towering over Alice’s prone form, her authority as the girl’s teacher magnified by the weight of her sexual experience and the mature adult femininity of her strong body. Alice gazed up at her in rapturous admiration – Ms Fuentes looked so sexy, she thought, and so commanding with the intimidating black rod of the dildo jutting out from her front.

Raquel also took a few seconds to savour the delightful prospect before her, and then she brought the knob of the plastic cock up to nudge gently against the girl’s labial lips. Alice gave a delicious shudder as she felt its probing touch, and gazed down between her own legs in fascination as Raquel slowly eased the plastic rod into her pussy. The teacher took care, making small movements back and forth with the dildo which were designed to stimulate Alice’s vagina into releasing its lubricating juices. As this happened, Raquel progressively worked the black phallus into the almost equally dark-skinned girl’s pussy. Her efforts were encouraged and rewarded with mounting whimpers of arousal, in response to which the teacher released her grip on Alice’s hips and took hold of her nipples instead, pulling and tweaking them. This had an electric effect on the tomboyish teenager – her back arched up, her legs splayed as wide apart as they could possibly go, and in her turn she clutched at Raquel’s waist, drawing the woman towards her on the in-thrust and holding her there for a couple of seconds before releasing her.

Now that the dildo was sliding smoothly in and out, Raquel increased the tempo, her own breathing becoming more rapid with short panting intakes through her nose. Alice was heaving and bucking on the mattress with the effects of the sustained rapid and deep penetrations of her young body. The girl’s mouth hung open, her nostrils were flared, her eyes stared with fixed hunger up at her teacher, and sweat beaded her brow. Her ponytails had come undone – the clips flying off at some point in the last few minutes – and now her long straight black hair was plastered across the white bedsheets in a vivid contrast. Raquel stoked the flames of the sweet teenager’s passion for pussy, her own ass glistening with sweat from her efforts as she rammed the dildo in and out, savouring the juicy slapping sound as each thrust went all the way home, deep into the ebony girl’s cunt.

Alice was gasping for breath when, to her surprise, Ms Fuentes paused and fully withdrew the plastic phallus from her love-hole. No! she thought in frantic desperation, I haven’t come yet, and I want more, I need more, GIVE ME MORE!! But in the second that this raging need flashed through her mind, she understood what her teacher wanted – and it excited her submissive instincts even more, making her shake with desire.

Raquel got the cute African-American teen to roll over on her stomach and then rise up onto her hands and knees, with her sexiest feature – her tight trim ass – presented to view. The heavier Hispanic woman climbed onto the bed, kneeling between Alice’s legs, and for a moment she sensuously stroked down the ebony skin of the girl’s lower back, around her buttocks, and then deftly between them, urging her more apart and tracing tantalising fingertips around her puckered ass-hole and along her open oozing labia. Alice moaned and shuddered, shaking her head and tossing her hair from side to side, just like a prize racehorse filly in the stalls before the start of the big event.

‘Ooooh, oh! Miss – please, Miss, I mean, Raquel … ooh, fuck me, please fuck me, now, please … aaah!! yes, oooh! fuckame, fuckame, please!!’ Alice sobbed and begged; ‘oh, I need you so bad, take me, please, I can’t wait any longer, fuck me!’

Raquel’s smile was of one of total satisfaction – those were the sounds of a total, committed, lifelong lesbian, without any doubt at all. What luck she had had tonight, to open the door for this beautiful babe, to take her lesbian virginity; Alice would never forget her, that was for sure!

With that delicious thought in mind, Raquel pivoted her hips forward and thrust the dildo back into the nearly-screaming girl’s pussy, and was rewarded by a mewl of transported pleasure and demands to do it more, harder, stronger. The teacher needed no such encouragement, and for the first time that evening she felt sure enough of Alice’s capacity – both physical and emotional – to cast aside any shreds of restraint, and give the tomboy girl the full works.

The teacher’s hands firmly gripped her student’s dark-skinned slim body just above the hips, and her strong arms jerked Alice’s pelvis backwards each time just as her hips thrust the dildo forwards, resulting in fast and deep penetrations of boneshaking intensity. Alice’s hands lost their grip on the sheet, but she hardly noticed as her face fell onto the bed, her eyes tight shut and her mouth wide open and drooling saliva, as she jutted her ass up even higher to make herself more available for Raquel. Her own utter submissiveness to this pounding fuckathon thrilled Alice to the core – the feel of her teacher’s adult body above her, driving into her and dominating her completely was infinitely the most exciting thing that had ever happened in her whole life, and she just couldn’t get enough of it. All too soon, she gave a series of piercing shrieks, and her whole body exploded into the ecstasy of the largest and most intense orgasm she had ever known. It was even more powerful than the amazing ones earlier in the evening, and Alice now knew how she most liked to be fucked – taken by a strap-on in the doggy position and ridden by a relentless woman right into the ground.

The girl’s muscles had turned to jelly in the wake of her climax, and she collapsed flat onto the mattress with a long gasping exhalation of breath. Raquel had also been transported to lesbian heaven – she had come at the same time, partly from the friction of the dildo’s base strap abrading her own vagina but mostly from the thrill of seeing the slender young black babe getting fucked so good. The Latina woman slumped down on top of Alice’s ebony back, her dildo still deep inside the girl, and the pressure of her heavy frame and full breasts sent another wave of excitement through the slender teen like the aftershocks from a massive earthquake.

After a few minutes, Raquel gently kissed Alice along the back of her neck and across her shoulders, and then put a trail of nibbling kisses down her spine, causing the erotically-stimulated teen to arch her back and stretch like a cat being petted. As Raquel’s mouth reached Alice’s waist, her backwards movement naturally slid the dildo out of the girl’s vagina, producing a little whimper of mingled stimulation and regret. Alice looked over her shoulder at the stunning vision of her thirty-five year-old teacher, with her lovely rich mane of black hair framing her head and shoulders, her large breasts thrusting out from her chest, her round hips emphasized by the suspender belt, and the dark triangle of the strap-on over her crotch with its phallic dildo pointing out between the kneeling woman’s wide firm thighs.

‘Thank you, Raquel, thank you so much, for everything tonight – I mean, not just letting me off about my stupid cheating, but all that you have shown me … I’ve never felt such pleasures before, never felt just so good!’

Raquel smiled happily, and leant over – affording Alice a fiercely arousing view of her breasts swaying pendulously beneath her – and kissed the girl tenderly on the cheek, assuring her with true conviction that it had been her pleasure, in every sense of the word. But, she added, there was one more thing Alice could do, if she wanted – would she like to wear the dildo, and fuck her teacher with it?

Alice nearly swooned with the wave of lust produced by this invitation. Her energy flooded back – oh, yes, Miss, she would, she sure would!!

The happy girl’s unbridled eagerness made Raquel give a deep throaty laugh, and she lay down on the bed, alongside the naked teenager. The woman unbuckled the side straps of the dildo’s harness, and it fell away from her moist cunt onto the mattress. She handed the device to the fascinated girl, and watched with anticipation as Alice climbed off the bed and stood beside it, carefully adjusting the strap-on around her waist and between her legs. Raquel thought that the tomboyish teenager looked stunning with the plastic cock standing proud from her youthful flat stomach – her gleaming black skin was only the barest shade lighter than the harness and dildo. Alice was a perfect study in ebony elegance, with the form and vitality of a young amazon, and the mature woman felt a loosening gush between her own legs – dear God! she was nearly coming from just looking at the girl!

When Alice was ready, Raquel rolled slowly onto her back and then languidly parted her thighs, looking up at her student with a sultry expression through half-closed eyes. Alice found this sight stunningly erotic, this beautiful mature Latina lady – her fucking teacher, no less; or rather, she thought with a mental snigger, her fucking her fucking teacher! The very fact that Ms Fuentes was twice her age made it even more arousing for the teenager, synchronising as it did with her tendency to sexual submissiveness and her habitual respect and deference towards authority figures. She was lost in admiration for her teacher’s ripe curves, the swell of her breasts – even their slight sag, as the woman lay on her back, added to the attraction. But, most of all, Alice’s eyes were drawn to Raquel’s spread legs, to their junction at her meaty shaven cunt, to the puffy labial lips and the glistening and partly open dark pink slit between them.

‘Oh, fuck, Ms Fuentes … you are so gorgeous, so hot! … oh, God, your cunt …!’ gasped the African-American girl.

Raquel was incredibly aroused, and reached for her own breasts to squeeze and pull her nipples.

‘Then fuck me, babe, for God’s sake – fuck my cunt! Fuck me so hard!!’ she groaned in reply, spreading her legs even wider and thrusting her pelvis upwards in salacious invitation. Releasing one of her breasts, Raquel used the free hand to grope between her own legs and pull her labia apart, offering up her pussy-hole to the strap-on dildo.

Alice gazed in delighted wonder at the woman’s wanton sprawl, savouring the unimaginable reality that her normally cool and collected classroom teacher had become an uninhibited bedroom whore, willing to suck and fuck in any position possible. The girl got back onto the bed with some care, so as not to let the unaccustomed weight of the protruding dildo overbalance her. She knelt between Raquel’s parted thighs, and for a second just rubbed a thumb along the open gap of the teacher’s vagina. The woman moaned and shivered in response, her eyes closing as she savoured the sensations of the delicate cool fingers probing her pussy.

This receptiveness emboldened the novice lesbian, and Alice shuffled slightly forwards in order to bring the rounded end of the dildo into alignment for penetration. Then she pressed forwards and was thrilled to see the dark plastic rod slip into her teacher’s well-lubricated cunt. The effect on the experienced older woman was volcanic – as the ribbed dildo plunged into her vagina for its full length, she arched her back and gave a sharp, broken scream of arousal and desire. Alice copied the earlier actions of her tutor in the arts of sapphic love and began a rhythmic thrust of her hips to shaft the strap-on in and out, building up the tempo faster and faster. The teacher was breathing nasally, her lips compressed in a tight line as Alice’s youthful energy showed no signs of letting up.

As the slim black teenager grew in confidence, she tried varying the pace – and, to a lesser degree, the angle – of her attack. The girl’s heart soared in triumph as Raquel began to make soft mewling sounds, jerking her pussy upwards almost in supplication before each inward thrust of the dildo. Suddenly, the teacher reached around Alice with both hands and seized a commanding grip on the tomboy’s ass-cheeks, using the leverage this afforded to pull the teen’s lithe body down against her own with even greater impact each time that she was impaled by the strap-on. In return, and partly also for the simple pragmatic need to keep her balance, Alice grasped Raquel’s fleshy breasts, kneading and squashing them, and pulling on her nipples. This additional erogenous stimulation was more than the teacher’s body could take, mature and experienced lesbian that she was, and waves of climax surged through her.

Alice was enthralled as Ms Fuentes shuddered in ecstasy, her head thrashing from side to side in an orgasmic frenzy, her open mouth emitting a steady keening note of pleasure taken almost to the point of pain. The teacher’s body bucked rapidly three or four times, her buttocks raised several inches clear of the mattress by her arching back and splayed feet. Sweat broke out on Raquel’s face and breasts, adding a sheen of hot lust to her slight olive-toned skin texture. Then, with a final shriek of release, the last but largest of her wave of orgasms overtook her, and the Latina lady slumped back on the sticky sheet. Lost in admiration for her older lover’s wild abandon, Alice leaned forwards and delicately licked each of her teacher’s breasts, savouring the slightly salty taste of the woman’s sweat and the renewed stiffening of her nipples. Raquel was still experiencing the aftershocks of one of the hottest fucks and most intense orgasms that she had ever known, and she sprawled luxuriantly across the tangled sheets with a deeply satisfied sigh of release and pleasure.

‘Christ, I’m fucked!’ she gasped, ‘you are one hot chick, Alice Mason – a real natural! Any woman with half a brain will want to spread herself for you – you’ll soon get plenty of experience.’

Alice was thrilled at the prospects unfolding ahead of her, and it showed in her wide smile, with her white teeth gleaming and her eyes dancing. However, she suddenly looked doubtful, and cupped her small breasts in her hands.

‘Even with these?’ she asked, ‘they’re so small …’

Raquel reached up, stroking the smooth jet skin and darker aureole of Alice’s nearest breast, and laughed as the girl’s nipple stiffened again at her touch.

‘Oh, yes, honey, dontcha worry about that’, she reassured her, ‘they’ll love them – just like I do. And your sweet ass!’ added the teacher, reaching over to give the student a playful smack on her pertly rounded rump. ‘A pretty little thing like you, the lezzies will be forming queues to gobble you up – or, I should say, gobble down on you!’ Raquel said, giving a dirty laugh and a leer which – even after all they had just done together – quite shocked Alice, coming from the normally rather prim and proper Ms Fuentes.

After they had both caught their breath, Alice curled up companionably beside Raquel’s maturely curved body in the warm and cosy bed, the teacher’s hand gently caressing her shoulders and running through her fine straight dark hair. The African-American girl sighed contentedly, her last doubts had dissolved – the lesbian sex had been so infinitely better than anything she had ever done with Tony, or even on her own. She felt as if she had discovered a secret garden, where her inner self could flower. Her subconscious had been trying to tell her for months – it was no wonder that she had been having thoughts and dreams about Brooke and Lauren, and about some of the teachers like Ms Woodhouse (oh, wow! to think what was gonna happen there made her squirm, her pussy oozing moistness) and Ms Railton (a hot young art teacher, with short cropped dark hair, who the school rumour-mill had instantly labelled as a dyke for certain).

The chocolate-skinned teen propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at the Latina teacher’s full curves, and then she gently bent her head and licked around the nipple of the woman’s nearest breast, sending an appreciative shudder through her broad frame.

‘Ms Fuentes – I mean, Raquel – please, I’m quite, quite sure now, I don’t need another week. Please, can I come here again tomorrow, and be with you and Ms Woodhouse? I’d love you both to fuck me, any way you want, as hard as you like – or show me what to do for you … please, be my lesbian teachers … you know I’ll work hard, I always do!’

Raquel was silent for a few seconds, thinking. However, it didn’t take her more than a moment to decide: however coercively this had begun, with the threat of exposure and punishment, Alice had very quickly become an entirely willing participant – that kind of lust and excitement just couldn’t be faked for this long, certainly not by an inexperienced teenager. The Hispanic teacher recognised her good fortune in having been the catalyst for the petite black girl’s discovery of her real sexual orientation, and she was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Raquel always had the hots for African-American women anyway, and she thought this tomboyish teenager was just utterly delectable. Feeling aroused yet again, she rolled over on top of Alice, resting her breasts on the young girl’s little A-cup bumps, as they both enjoyed again the sensation of the powerful mature woman’s dominance over the slim teen. Alice arched her boyish hips wide open, thrusting her small slit upwards as Raquel in turn pushed the full weight of her pelvis down between the teenager’s thighs, pressing her prominent and fleshy pudenda against the black girl’s pussy. As the teacher began grinding their cunts together, labia frotting against labia, she felt an unexpected surge of possessiveness, and replied with an authoritative rasp in her voice:

‘OK, yes, you can – but remember this: you can fuck with any girl or woman that you like, but first and foremost you belong to me, and whenever I want your sweet pussy, you’ll give it up to me – is that understood?’

This sent delighted shivers down Alice’s spine, as she realised her deep need to be submissive to an authority figure, and who could be better than this wonderful woman who had transported her to another world – no, another universe – of pleasure?

‘Oh, yes Miss, yes I will – I mean, I do! Just – make it often, please, won’t you?’

Raquel laughed at this energetic youthful keenness, and shifted position – still braced dominantly above the young schoolgirl, she leaned forward to suck on the teen’s right nipple for a while, and then – as Alice sighed with pleasure – to lick and nibble the left one. From here, the woman slowly ran her tongue down the smooth jet skin of the girl’s chest and stomach, to her navel. A slow and sensuous series of circuits around this erogenous zone with her tongue made Alice gasp with tingling excitement, and then shiver in anticipation as the Latina’s capable mouth moved slowly down the middle of her pelvis – to her now tenderly throbbing slit.

The teacher hunkered down, lifting Alice’s legs and placing one of the girl’s knees over each of her broad shoulders. The African-American teen whimpered in submissive anticipation, her pussy opening of its own accord, glistening with wet desire. Alice gave a brief throaty scream of exultation as the woman’s tongue speared between her puffy labia, plunging into her vagina and scouring along its walls, the rougher edges of the teacher’s tongue stimulating her nerve-endings almost to an instant orgasm. Her legs tightened on Raquel’s back, and Alice clutched the back of the teacher’s head, pushing it harder into her spasmodically bucking pelvis. Raquel’s face was smeared with the girl’s streaming cunt-juices, and she drew a deep breath before latching her mouth once more like a limpet onto Alice’s pussy, lapping wide and deep along her slit. To increase the girl’s stimulation, the experienced woman brought one hand to the very base of Alice’s cleft and the other to its top. With the lower hand, she poked two fingers into the girl, rotating them first clockwise and then anti-clockwise (the random changes of direction breaking the rhythm, and producing an even greater stimulus), and so compounding the sucking and thrusting of her firm but flexible tongue. Simultaneously, her upper hand probed under the pretty teen’s clitoral hood, finding the nub of her clitoris and then rubbing and squeezing it to coincide with the other motions. Alice went almost berserk – her eyes bulged, she gasped for air as if drowning, releasing Raquel’s head from her grasp to claw and clutch wildly at the mattress, and her straining throat released a series of harsh puppy-like yaps and yowls. Sweat coated her face and chest, and then once more her spine arched, her head flopped back with mouth open wide, and she convulsed in a rippling cascade of orgasms, screaming a series of swear words that the teacher had never heard before from the polite and usually reserved young girl – in fact, words that Alice herself hadn’t realised that she knew until that moment!

The teen slumped in a near faint, but her huge grin and exultant expression were confirmation that she had been in bliss – almost painful, but still transported in ecstasy.

‘Aaaah!! … oh … my … God!’ she finally managed to gasp. ‘I never knew it could be like that! I’ve never, ever felt anything like that, not before tonight … and, I mean, it was like, wow, wonderful earlier, especially when you had me on the desk, and then even better with the strap-on – fuck, did my earth move then!! – but just now, yowie-wowie, that was incredible too!!’

Raquel regarded her conquest with new affection – really, this kid was so sweet, so sexy, and so … open … in every way! It would be a pleasure to bring her on, even though the teacher did not intend a long-term relationship: in Grace Woodhouse she had a lover already, of her own age, and black too (which was far from coincidental, for as a teenager Raquel had first been seduced by an African-American sports coach, and had generally sought black women as partners ever since). What she did look forward to was for her – and Grace – to enjoy many afternoons and evenings of uncomplicated fucking with luscious young Alice, and maybe with her attractive teenage friends as well.

As this pleasant prospect occupied her imagination, the Latina teacher rose up and moved forwards to straddle the chest of the slim girl. She stroked the slit of her own cunt, before lowering it onto Alice’s smiling face – the black girl’s lips were already eagerly parting and her pink tongue darting out between.

‘You’ve got me all wet and horny again, Alice Mason – so, eat me out! After all, y’know’, laughed Raquel, ‘practice makes perfect!’

‘Mmmm, ummphh’, came slurpily from between her thighs, followed in a happy but muffled voice by: ‘I think I’m gonna need a lot of practice, Ms Fuentes – Raquel, I mean!’

‘Aaaahh’, moaned Raquel in pleasure, as the little teen tongue flicked up and down in her vagina, finding … oh! … yes, yes … aaaah! … just … the … right … spot!

‘And then you’ll be perfect’, she smiled, ‘just perfect’.

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A mother lusts after her sister, her daughters, and her niece. And the futa-fairy wishes to help her realize her passions!

The Futa Fairy – Futa MILF’s Harem Wish
Chapter One: Mrs. Fatima’s Forbidden Desires
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

“Have a good night a work, husband,” I said formally in Arabic as I embraced Tarik, fighting my disgust at the sour reek about him. I was glad to see him leave, even if he’d return in twelve hours.

Once, when I was a girl of nineteen, I thought I loved him. But at forty, I knew differently. Especially after my encounter with Dr. Rita, a woman who had a huge cock and who healed me with her magical cum.

Just remembering my embarrassing predicament last month and the amazing results burned my cheeks and warmed my pussy. I broke away from my husband, hating to feel the arousal while touching him. My conservative dress rustled, my headscarf covering my hair even though we were in the privacy of our apartment.

“Enjoy your evening, husband,” my sister-wife said. Though polygamy was illegal in America, it didn’t stop Tarik from marrying me and Ranya, my younger sister. When we immigrated to America from Palestine not long after our wedding, we lied about it to the government. Officially, I was the only wife he had in the States.

Our husband only grunted. Then he spotted his youngest daughter, Basima, sitting on the couch. “You, where is your sister? She is not in trouble?”

“I’m here, Father,” Naila said, coming out and sitting beside Basima. The twins looked much alike. Round faces, so innocent and youthful at eighteen, peered out of their matching headscarves. Their bodies hidden by their clothing.

Oh, I wished their forms weren’t hidden. Dr. Rita had awakened me to the pleasures of the feminine flesh. And I lusted after our daughters. My three and Ranya’s one. The twins were the youngest, at eighteen, then there was Ranya’s Ayesha at nineteen, and my eldest Sa’dia, a radiant twenty-year-old. I ogled her the most, her body developed beneath the plain dresses she had to wear to look like a modest, Muslim girl.

My clit throbbed beneath my dress, my pussy on fire. Juices dripped down my thighs. I yearned to masturbate. I wouldn’t attempt shoving a sparkling grape juice bottle into my cunt again as a makeshift dildo. Not after the last time ended up with my trip to the emergency room, mortified and begging my sister not to tell anyone.

“Give your father a kiss,” he grunted at the twins. “And stay out of trouble.”

“Yes, Father,” the twins said, hopping to their feet and planting chaste kisses on his bearded cheeks.

Then he marched out of the apartment to spend the next twelve hours, the entire night, driving a cab in Tacoma. Maybe he’d even work longer, taking part of another cabbie’s shift. Then he’d be out of the apartment for longer.

When it was only us women home, it was so much more…wonderful. I glanced at the twins, lusting to see their identical bodies pressed tight together. I shivered, my pussy growing even hotter. These deviant, lesbian lusts had seized me.

It would be so hot to grow a futa-dick like that naughty, Black doctor. I would stroke my cock and cum all over my daughters’ dusky faces. Just coat their delicate features in creamy girl-spunk. Then they’d lick it off each other, diving into incestuous passion. My sister would lick the cum off my dick, making me shudder before I fucked her mouth. Then I’d fuck them all, fire my cum into them, breed them and—

The door opened and my husband marched back in. “Girls, I thought you checked the mail.”

“We did, Father,” Basima said, her eyes so wide and dark.

“Then how did you miss this?” he demanded, shaking the green envelope in his hand. “Your mother deserves to receive her mail. If I didn’t have to get to work, you would feel my belt.”

“Sorry, Father,” Basima said, her twin sister gripping her hand tight. “I must have missed it.”

He snorted, thrusting the green envelope into my hand. Then he marched out the door and into the November night. I shivered, and not from the wind that had followed my husband in. A green, wax seal held the letter closed. I turned it over, my forehead frowning.

Letters written in graceful cursive, transforming the English words into something almost as beautiful as Arabic script. I frowned at reading the silver letters.

To: Misses Fatima Abboud <br>
The Living Room<br>
203 132nd Street South<br>
Apartment 16<br>
Parkland, WA, 98444<br>

How did the letter writer know where I stood in my apartment? A lucky guess. It wasn’t a big apartment. I had my bedroom, and Ranya had hers as dictated by Sharia law. Our husband slept in whosoever bed he felt like. There was one more room our daughters shared, two twin beds they crowded between. Then there was the living room, bathroom, and the kitchen. That was it.

I blinked at the sender.

From: Leanan Sidhe<br>
The Meadow<br>
1 Summer Lane<br>
Phoenix, Arizona 85009<br>

“Leanan Sidhe?” I frowned over the strange name.

“What is that?” my sister asked.

“I don’t know,” I said, flipping it over, my deviant desires for incestuous, lesbian sex fading. I turned the letter over and broke the wax seal.

Green glitter spilled out with the folded paper. It looked old, tinged yellow, and thick, different from modern paper. I felt like I held an old document, something from two hundred years ago. The parchment crinkled as I spread it open.

More silver script flowed across the page. My eyes widened as I read it.

My dearest Misses Fatima Abboud

I am writing to you in regards to the incestuous wish that you most wantonly have made in the depths of your heart. I recognize the desire bursting in your beating heart. I must confess that I enjoy relationships that plunge with fulsome passion across such taboo lines, such as the desire of a mother to enjoy fleshly congress with her daughters. So I am so moved by the depths of your forbidden want, even though you fear it is impossible.

Which is why I am writing you this letter expressing my most fervent desire to make your wish come true. For I fully understand both the fire burning in your nethers, and the desire to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh others think are forbidden. Now that have I felt your great desires, I am compelled to act. And how I did tremble in the Meadows, fertilizing the flowers with my salty passion and bringing such luster to their beautiful blossoms.

So expect my visit tonight, my dearest Misses Fatima, and know that your forbidden wish shall be granted.

Yours in fellowship,

Leanan Sidhe

Esq. of Summer

“Well?” my sister asked. “Your face went scarlet. Is it…?” She left the words hanging, wondering if I had a lover, but not saying since the twins were nearby.

I closed the letter. “It is just an old friend writing me. She is thinking of a visit.” My thoughts tumbled. This had to be the futa-fairy mentioned by Dr. Rita. My clit ached and throbbed. And she planned on coming tonight. To make my wishes come true. I glanced at the twins, aching to soil their innocence. “That’s all.”

“Okay,” my sister said slowly, her eyes boring into mine. She had promised to keep my secrets from our husband and daughters.

I couldn’t wait to fuck her with my new futa-dick. I just smiled at her. “This is wonderful news.” Then I kissed my sister on the cheeks, wanting to kiss her lips. “It will change everything for us.”

“What will, Mother?” asked willowy Ayesha as she emerged from the hallway. Though she was Ranya’s daughter, she addressed me as mother, just as my daughters addressed my sister the same. Ayesha had the largest breasts in the family, big and soft, her hips curving, her face round and beautiful, her skin dusky-olive. Beneath her headscarf, she had lustrous, black hair.

“It’s a surprise,” I said, kissing the nineteen-year-old on the forehead, feeling her large breasts rub at me through our clothing. Such a curvaceous beauty. “Now it’s almost supper. Where is Sa’dia?”

“Still at the library,” Ayesha answered. “Studying.”

“Good,” I nodded. My body trembled. I really wanted to masturbate. “Call her and make sure she is home in twenty minutes. Your other mother has worked hard on dinner.”

Ranya blushed, giving me a smile. “It is nothing fancy.”

“It smells lovely,” I told her. She was a much better cook then me.

The night passed slowly. I kept drooling over the twins, over my sister, over Ayesha, and Sa’dia. I sat across from my eldest daughter, staring at her delicate lips, her wavy-brown hair peeking out from beneath her headscarf as she ate. She had green eyes, rare in our family. I stared at the enchanting orbs as I ate, squeezing my thighs tight together.

“Is there something on my face, Mother?” Sa’dia asked, her voice musical. “Not a blemish, right?”

“Ooh, worried about a pimple?” Ayesha asked. “Is there a boy who’s been staring at your face.”

Sa’dia blush darkened her cheeks. “Of course not. I just thought I might have rice or something on my face.”

“You are fine. And beautiful, my daughter,” I purred, licking my lips. I wanted to ravish my daughter. Right here at the dinner table.

Patience. I needed to wait for the futa-fairy to arrive.

After dinner, the twins washed up, the pair singing a nonsense song as they worked. The rest of us retired to the living room to watch one of those singing contests, Ayesha and Sa’dia huddled together, whispering about the cute boy on stage.

Soon they’d learn other pleasures to grow excited about. Mommy would educate them all.

“You look so flushed,” my sister whispered. “Is that a letter from a…lover?”

“No,” I promised her. She had her suspicions about me. “Did you not see the female name on it?”

“That’s what I mean.” She gave me a studious look. “I’ve felt your eyes on me, and on our daughters, at the bathhouse.”

“Trust me,” I told her, squeezing her hand.

“I do.” She bit her lip. “You’re my dearest sister, so I will protect your secret. But…”

I smiled at her, thanking her. It shouldn’t be much longer before Leanan Sidhe arrived. I kept glancing at the clock, time passing so slowly. I squirmed on the couch, the twins joining us, stretching out on the floor, their skirts sliding down their legs, revealing their dusky flesh. Legs were parted with girlish innocence, teasing me at the possibility of seeing their barely legal pussies.

As the evening passed, no one knocked on the door. The hours grew later and later. The girls readied for bed. They had college in the morning. They all attended Franklin Pierce College. I bit my lip, wondering where the futa-fairy was.

What was taking so long.

At eleven, I abandoned watching TV. Disappointment soured me. I went into the bathroom, taking off my makeup and coming out my hair. I put on a nightgown and entered my bedroom. My daughter Sa’dia lay on my bed, hugging my pillow. It wasn’t unusual for her to sleep in my bed. I sighed, stretching out beside my twenty-year-old daughter, aching so badly to touch her.

“Night, Mother,” she whispered.

I kissed her cheek, nuzzling up to her from behind. I felt the heat of her body bleeding through both our nightgowns. My nipples hardened. “Good night, my little star. Shine bright for me and keep me safe tonight.”

“Yes, Mother,” she murmured, not objecting to the childish nonsense. If she were more awake, she would.

I sighed, closing my eyes. I was so certain the futa-fairy would come. I breathed in deeply, smelling the flowery scent of my daughter’s shampoo. I savored the flavor as darkness descended over me. The scent grew stronger and stronger, so fresh and beautiful, reminding me of the delight of summer.

A wind brushed my face.

Flowers caressed my calves.

I blinked, standing beneath an azure sky bare of any clouds. The sun shone happily above, caressing my naked body with liquid gold. I shivered, staring down at my round, dusky breasts to my flat stomach and the dark bush between my thighs. I stood in a field of wildflowers, the wind rustling the riot of reds and whites and purples and blues and oranges.

Insect wings buzzed behind me, loud like a dragonfly zipping past my ear. I turned and found a slim girl, no older than the twins, flying in the air. Her slender body, youthful and petite, was so pale, her breasts small handfuls, nipples pink nubs, hard and inviting. I licked my lips, noticing the delicate smile on her lips and her green hair spilling about her face.

Then I met her silvery gaze.

Those eyes arrested me. They were ancient, older than anything, than the Prophet, than human existence. I felt like a speck of sand on a beach being looked down on by a giant. I trembled, clutching my hands to my naked breasts and…

She had a dick.

A big, hard, throbbing futa-dick thrusting from the hairless folds of her pussy.

“It’s you,” I groaned. “You came.”

“I always keep my promises with my utmost diligence, my dearest Misses Fatima,” she answered. “As that winter hag will learn to her utter folly if she keeps on this endeavor to ruin my fun.”

“What?” I blinked.

“Pay my careless words no heed,” she said, her silvery wings buzzing as she drifted closer. “They do not concern the wondrous reason that I have brought you here.” She touched my shoulders, the tip of her futa-dick brushing my naked stomach. “And I am certain you know exactly why I’m here. Especially after your most wicked encounter with another of my patrons, my dearest Miss Fatima.”

“You’re going to make me a futa so I can fuck my sister and our daughters.”

“Indeed, I am, my dearest Misses Fatima.” Her wings hummed faster as an excited shiver raced through her body. “As you can see, my futa-passions have achieved their utmost tumescent engorgement. I most heartily ache to know the intimacy of your flesh and savor the congress of our united passion.”

“You’re…going to have sex with me?” I blinked. My English had grown great since I came to America. But, her words were so…difficult.

“I am, my dearest Misses Fatima.” Her hands moved down from my shoulders to cup my round breasts. “If you agree to the terms of our compact. That I grant your wish, and you owe me a favor for me to collect at some point in the future.”

“You’ll make me a futa?” I asked, wanting to be clear.

“Yes, my dearest Misses Fatima, I will cause your clitoris to sprout most eagerly into the very same winsome appendage that does prod at your sleek belly.” She grinned at me. “Does that not stir the passions in your wanton nethers?”

“It makes me hot and wet,” I groaned. “If that is what you meant.”

She nodded her head then leaned in, lips drawing closer. “Then voice your agreement to my terms and we shall, with most diligent and vigorous thrusts, enter into our pact.”

“Just fuck me,” I moaned, needing that amazing feel of a futa-cock in me again. It had been so hot when Dr. Rita administered the suppository, sliding her huge dick into my asshole and making me cum so hard.

The futa-fairy squealed and then kissed me, pressing her nubile, petite body so tight to mine. She felt like how I imagined hugging the twins, so slight and sexy. My hands grabbed her ass as her tongue drove into my mouth, swirling around, making me shudder and gasp. Delight rippled through me. I moaned into the kiss, my head growing dizzy with the passion we shared.

It swirled around me. I squirmed, my pussy clenching. Such hot rapture burned in our kiss. Her dick throbbed against my stomach, this hot rod of iron. My snatch dripped juices. So wet. I’d quench her dick with my juices.

Her small hands found my round breasts. She squeezed them, her hands so wonderful. So different from my husband’s rough gropings. Leanan Sidhe’s touch was gentle and so very feminine. The caress I craved from my daughters.

Or my sister.

Leanan Sidhe’s wings hummed, a silvery blur before my face. The air stirred around us, my long, black hair blowing, an errant curl sliding about my cheek. I shivered, my nipples throbbing, brushing her tiny nubs.

I broke the kiss, squeezing her ass. “You are just so gorgeous.”

“So are you, my dearest Misses Fatima. Mmm, I just have to taste your entire body, to bathe it most vociferously with my tongue and give you such effervescent delight err we embark upon our most intimate and wicked compact.”

“Okay,” I moaned, not caring what she said or did to me. So long as I came on the dick.

Hovering in the air, her body moved, twisting, her hand nuzzling between my breasts. Green hair spilled over my dusky skin. My brown nipples throbbed as the silk caressed them right before her little mouth latched on.

And sucked.

I stared down her supple back, past her blurring wings, to the cute curve of her romp. I watched it wiggle back and forth as her hot, wet mouth sucked and loved my nipple. Her tongue danced over it, making me squirm, my pussy growing more and more excited.

“Ooh, I can smell your motherly excitement, my dearest Misses Fatima,” cooed the futa-fairy. “That sweet scent of a woman’s passion. You are ever so wet for me.”

“I am,” I groaned as she engulfed my other nipple, her tongue sliding around it.

Her tongue swirled on my areola, caressing it and making me squirm more. She went back and forth, sucking, nipping, bathing my nubs. I groaned with every one. Like a hummingbird suckling nectar, she brought her lips to my nipples and loved them.

Tingles raced through me. A highway of buzzing rapture connected my nipples to my clit. Every suckle had my little bud throbbing. My thighs squeezed tight, rubbing on my hot flesh, seeking to bring some relief from her teasing tongue.

And then she licked away from my nipple, her warm tongue dragging across my round breast. She moved lower, nuzzling into my underboob. She cooed her delight, her tongue falling the edge of my breast before switching to the left one.

“Oh, you taste so wonderfully salty, my dearest Misses Fatima,” she moaned, staring up at me with ancient eyes.

“Just make me cum. I need it.”

“Patience is always rewarded.” She giggled. “Especially from my most diligent tongue.”

She licked lower, bathing my stomach with her warm tongue. I shuddered, sucking in breaths as she reached my bellybutton. She caressed the little divot, swirling her tongue through it and making me squirm.

She descended as she licked, kissing and smooching. She reached my pelvis, moving down my pubic mound and nuzzled into my black bush. I groaned, my pussy clenching, as she explored through my forest, coming closer and closer.

“Yes, Leanan Sidhe,” I groaned, my toes curling. “Oh, please, yes. I need it so badly. Just lick my pussy. Make me cum!”

And then she moved between my thighs, landing on her knees. Her wings stilled, revealing them to be gossamer and transparent, veined like a dragonfly’s. Her face pressed into my bush, her lips rubbing on my pussy lips.

“Your motherly passion screams out for satisfaction, and I shall most heartily deliver it upon this font.”

“Yes!” I hissed as she took her first lick and gave me relief.

The futa-fairy’s tongue slid through my thick pussy, so delicate and wonderful. My body quivered, my dusky breasts jiggling, my nipples still glistening with her hot saliva. I stared across the open meadow, drinking in all the sights and smells, loving how wonderfully amazing it was here. The wind rippled the wildflowers. They danced as I moaned out my passion.

She gripped my ass, clenching tight as her tongue wiggled into my married cunt. She stirred such wicked sensations through me. I groaned, my body shaking, shuddering. Delight rippled through me. My body heaved and my moans sang out across the wildflowers.

“Yes, yes, yes, eat my snatch, you naughty futa-fairy! Make me cum, then give me the dick to fuck my sister and our daughters!”

Her tongue built something amazing in me. Something wondrous. Lithe and nimble, it churned my pussy into a froth. Juices boiled out of me, pouring into her hungry mouth. I shuddered, shivering as the pleasure rippled through my body.

Her wings buzzed in anticipatory delight. Her eyes stared up at me, begging for my cum to pour into her hungry mouth. My pussy clenched about her tongue. Pleasure rippled through my body, a preview of the mighty explosion to come.

I didn’t care how sinful this was. The Koran condemned what I did. But it felt so good.

I came.

“Drink my cream!” I moaned, my pussy convulsing. Juices gushed out of me. Pleasure my husband had never come close to stirring in my body burst through me.

This delicious fairy gave it to me.

She moaned, her eyes singing delight as she drank the cream pouring into her mouth. I shuddered, my flesh spasming. Pleasure surged through my body. It filled every bit of me. I swayed in the meadow, wildflowers kissing my calves. I breathed in their perfume.

And drank in the rapture Leanan Sidhe gave me.

The pleasure left me reeling. I stumbled back, pulling away from her grip. Her amazing tongue slid out of my pussy. I sank down onto a bed of crushed flowers, feeling their soft petals against my back and ass. A red flower thrust up between my thighs, waving, caressing the lips of my pussy.

Leanan Sidhe, mouth and chin smeared with my cream, smiled at me. She licked her lips, wings fluttered. “Oh, my dearest Misses Fatima, your pussy flooded my mouth with your most delicious of ambrosia. Truthfully, it is a banquet I would feast upon until time did end. That is, if I did not have a throbbing and tumescent cock aching to know the pleasures of your depth’s sweet embrace.”

“Just fuck me!” I moaned, legs spread so wide, arms outstretched. My tits jiggled as I beckoned her. “Let’s make that pact. I want to be a futa!”

“You are such a wanton and motherly beauty, my dearest Misses Fatima.”

Her wings blurred, lifting her off her feet. She darted towards me, moving with the grace of a honeybee descending upon the flower to feast. She landed between my thighs, her slender body over mine, her cock reaching down towards my vulva. The red flower twisted out of the way as her futa-dick speared at my pussy.

And buried into me.

“Yes!” I groaned, her lithe body draping over mine as she slid her girl-dick all the way into my depths. Her small, immature breasts rubbed against my round tits. I shuddered, clutching her tight, loving how silky her skin felt.

How amazing her cock was.

She speared into the depths of my pussy. I took every inch of her. She was as big as Dr. Rita. And she dwarfed my husband’s impotent dick. I groaned, my cunt clenching down on her shaft, feeling the shape of her dick as she drew it back.

Her silver eyes stared into mine as she groaned out her enjoyment, savoring the hot silk of my snatch wrapped about her dick. Our nipples kissed as she squirmed. My hands slid down her back, cupping her ass, feeling the flex of her muscles as she drove her futa-shaft back into my depths.

“My dearest Misses Fatima,” she moaned, shuddering atop me. “Oh, yes, it is wonderful to be inside the depths of your frothy passion. You are ever so wet and excited to embrace my powerful girth.”

“Ever so excited,” I quivered, my married pussy loving her dick plunging over and over into me. “Oh, you’re so much better than my husband.”

“Of course I am,” she said, stating a fact as she plowed me.

And then her hot mouth found my lips. I shuddered, loving my pussy’s sweet cream. My body writhed beneath her slim form. I cradled her to my body. She felt like my daughters, so young and passionate, enjoying her mother’s pleasure.

Our tongues danced, our kiss deepening as the futa-fairy fucked my pussy faster and faster. Her perky rear flexed beneath my fingers. I savored the slide of her dick in and out of my pussy, the pleasure surging through my body. My eyes rolled back into my head.

Soon, I’d have my own dick. And it’d be my sister and our daughters writhing beneath me. I’d show them all the delights of feminine passion. Lesbian and futa sex would rule in our apartment while our husband was at work. Ranya and I would pleasure our daughters all the time. And I’d breed them all. I’d be so virile.

My pussy grew hotter.

Leanan Sidhe broke our kiss. “Yes, yes, my dearest Misses Fatima,” she purred, “I feel the wish you so heartily long for as we lie entwined in our passion. You shall have it. I promise!”

“I believe you!” I moaned as her girl-cock drove into my pussy, her groin rubbing on my clit.

Sparks flew.

My orgasm detonated.

Fires exploded rapture through my body. Showers of colorful, euphoric sparks rained on my mind. I bucked and shuddered, fingers digging into her flexing ass. Her cock drove into my spasming pussy while moans escaped my lips.

Fuzzy darkness washed across my vision. Waves of ecstasy spilled through my mind. I gasped and moaned. My body drank in her pumping cock. Every thrust of her futa-dick into me sent new paroxysms spasming through my body.

“Leanan Sidhe!” I moaned through clenching teeth, the pleasure spasming all the muscles of my body. “Cum in me!”

“With such eagerness, my dearest Misses Fatima!” she moaned, thrusting hard.

Her cock buried into my spasming depths. My pussy massaged her shaft, so eager for her futa-jizz to flood my married pussy. To give me what I crave. I dug my fingers so hard into her ass, feeling her tremble atop me, her small nipples kissing mine.

Cum spurted into me.

I shuddered at the splash of girl-spunk in my depths. It washed through my pussy, so hot and thick. My body drank it in. And my eyes widened, feeling more than cum flood my pussy. Energy. The futa-fairy poured energy into my body.

And it changed me.

“Yes, yes, yes, my dearest Misses Fatima! Take my gift! Enjoy the pleasures that I deliver upon your body! Enjoy the women of your house. Your daughters. Your sister. Her daughter. Breed them. Love them!”

“I will!” I howled.

And then the miracle happened. That wonderful thing I had so long craved for. My futa-dick sprouted. I shuddered, my eyes widening as I felt it grow. It made my entire body heave. My pussy convulsed. My clit grew and grew, transforming as it slid between our bellies.

Leanan Sidhe lifted her body from my form, her delicate fingers grasping my swelling shaft. Already, the pinkness of my clit faded into the dusky-brown of my skin. Except my tip. That still had a pinkish hue. It swelled so big, becoming a helmet surmounting my mighty shaft. A slit appeared, precum beading out of it.

My ovaries tightened, so full of my own girl-cum.

“Enjoy this cock with every beat of your heart, my dearest Misses Fatima, and treasure the time you have with those to which you share this amazing shaft.”

“I will,” I groaned, shuddering.

I felt something rubbing on my dick, soft and plump, so warm like the silk of human skin. More than just Leanan Sidhe’s hand stroking it. I groaned, my hips humping forward, my cock sliding around it, brushing silky hair.

Wet folds.

Like I was touching a pussy.

“Mom?” Leanan Sidhe asked, her voice groggy. Only the futa-fairy’s lips didn’t move. “Mom, what is that pressing… Mom!”

I blinked, the wildflowers fading around me as my hips thrust, unable to resist the hot, wet flesh pressing on the tip of my dick. I felt a barrier covering the entrance to the hole I wanted to bury into. It stretched before my cock as darkness engulfed me.

I lay on my side, dark hair rustling before me.

“Mom! What is that you’re pressing on my pussy? On my maidenhead?”

It was my daughter Sa’dia. My new futa-cock pressed on her pussy. Her hymen resisted as I ached to bury into her snatch. My twenty-year-old daughter trembled in my arms, whimpering as my dick sought to penetrate her virginity.

“Shh,” I whispered, pressing my breasts, covered by my thick nightgown, into her back. I had hiked up both our nightgowns while dreaming of the futa-fairy. “Just relax and submit to your mother, my little star.”

“Mom?” she whimpered. “Is that a dildo? This is against Allah’s will. We are women. You’re my mother and…” She groaned as I pressed again.

“Relax and your mother will love you with her futa-cock.” I pressed harder at her maidenhead. Nothing would stop me from enjoying my daughter’s pleasures. I had dreamed of this, of taking my daughters, breeding them with my futa-dick. I birthed her. Created her. And now I would fuck her.

Her cherry popped.

“Mom!” she hissed as my futa-cock sank into the depths of her pussy.

Virgin flesh engulfed my cock. I shuddered, savoring the pure delights of my daughter’s snatch. I pressed deeper and deeper, groaning. My futa-dick throbbed. Her silky flesh gripped my shaft, so tight and hot and wet.

So wet.

My daughter whimpered as I buried into her depths, pressing my bush into the soft curves of her ass. She wiggled, her pussy tightening and relaxing on my dick. My arms held her, feeling the trembles of her body.

I nuzzled against her cheek, kissing her. “See, my little star, doesn’t Mommy’s futa-cock feel amazing in your pussy.”

“Your cock? What is going on?” She moaned and whimpered, squirming, sliding her once virginal flesh up and down my dick.

“Just admit how hot you are. How much of a little sharmota you are for my futa-cock. How much of a whore you are.”

“Whore?” She groaned. “I was a virgin, mother. You deflowered me.”

“I did, my daughter. And you loved it. Just admit it. Admit you love my big, thick shaft buried in your slutty cunt.”

She whimpered again, her hips moving, fucking her cunt up and down my cock.

“I can feel you move. Your whorish body loves my cock. Just admit it.” My hands found her breasts through her nightgown, feeling her round mounds, her nipples so hard. I pinched them through the cotton. “Admit it, my little star.”

“This is so shameful, Mom,” she whimpered, her hips moving more, undulating, stirring that hot, dripping cunt up and down my cock.

My daughter’s pussy was heaven on my dick. My cunt clenched, remembering the feel of Leanan Sidhe’s dick pumping in and out of my depths. I knew first-hand the rapture flooding through my daughter’s body at this moment. Sa’dia shuddered again.

“I…” She whimpered. “I do.”

“Do, what?”

“I do love your…your cock in me.”

I nipped her ear. “My futa-cock, my whorish daughter. Now fuck that pussy on your mommy’s girl-dick. I’m going to cum in you. Breed you. You’re going to carry mommy’s daughter.”

“Mom!” she gasped, her hips bucking harder.

I savored my first taste of incestuous pussy. I let my daughter fuck up and down against me as my hands stripped us naked. I pulled off our nightgowns, throwing them away as she wiggled and moaned, working her cunt up and down my futa-dick.

My daughter fucked me so hard. Naked, I pressed my tits into her back, cupping her breasts. I hugged her so tightly as she pleasured my dick with her tight, once virginal cunt. My pussy clenched every time she slammed back down my shaft, pressing that curvy ass into my crotch.

“Mom,” she panted. “Oh, Mom, this feels so good. Your cock… It’s in me. And it’s not a dildo?”

“It’s not. Feel.”

Her hand shoved down between her thighs, brushing the base of my girl-dick buried in her tight sheath. Sa’dia shivered, groaning as her fingers explored the folds of my pussy wrapped about my new shaft. Then she felt my wet folds.

She whimpered, her pussy clenching so hard on my cock as she worked her hips. She pumped her snatch up and down my shaft, the friction rippling through me. It built such rapture in the depths of my pussy.

Her fingers penetrated my cunt.

“Oh, Mom, your pussy is so hot! Just like your dick is buried in me!” She let out another whimpering moan. “You have a cock! How? Does father know?”

“That fool doesn’t know anything,” I panted, my pressure building. “Oh, keep working those hips. Mommy’s going to flood so much futa-cum into your depths, my slutty little star.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped. “Something’s building in me. I…I think… I think it’s an orgasm.”

“Surrender to it,” I groaned, squeezing her nipples so hard. “You can cum as much as you want with Mommy. Enjoy the pleasures of your body!”

“Sinful pleasures!”

“Yes!” I tugged on her nipples. “The best kind! Incestuous, sinful pleasures!”

My daughter shuddered. Her pussy spasmed about my dick. She let out whimpering moans of rapture as she slammed her convulsing silk down my dick. She embraced every inch of my cock. I groaned, my fingers twisting her nipples hard. Pleasure exploded through me.

My cum fired into my daughter’s pussy. My seed boiled into her fertile depths. I bred my daughter. I birthed her and now I impregnated her. I prepared her for just this moment. My body convulsed, the ecstasy shooting through my mind as load after load of my cum spilled into her.

Her supple back rubbed on my nipples as she convulsed. She bucked hard, squeaking out her rapture as her body drank in every drop of my incestuous cum. She milked out the jizz with her hungry pussy.

“Mommy!” Sa’dia moaned. “Oh, wow. Oh, Mommy!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned, my body buzzing as my orgasm died.

“You filled me. With cum!”

“Uh-huh,” I purred. “And now Mommy’s going to lick you clean. She’s going to eat that dirty, slutty pussy.”

My daughter shuddered. “That’s so sinful. Do it!”

I smiled, so glad I could show her this joy.

I pulled my dick out of her depths, shuddering as my still-hard girl-dick came free. I rolled her onto her back, her round breasts jiggling, her nipples so hard. I pushed apart her dusky thighs, her dark-brown pubic hair matted by my white jizz. I breathed in her spicy musk mixed with my salty seed.

Hunger salivated my mouth.

“Mommy!” Sa’dia squealed as my mouth buried into her pussy. My tongue licked.

I gathered her spicy cream mixed with my salty girl-jizz. The two flavors burst to life in my mouth as I ate my first pussy. The pussy that I created. I pressed my lips tight to her cunt, loving the incestuous mix of our fluids. They coated my lips and chin as I licked and nuzzled, my hips wiggling, my dick throbbing as it swung between my thighs. Pussy juices poured down my thighs, my pussy so on fire.

My daughter squirmed. Her silky pubic hair rubbed along my cheeks and tickled my nose. I loved it as my tongue churned through her hot folds. I licked and probed into her newly deflowered depths. She groaned, clutching at the blankets, her breasts jiggling in the darkness.

“Mommy,” she gasped. My twenty-year-old daughter whimpered again as I feasted on her barely legal snatch. “Oh, Mommy, this is so sinful. I can’t believe we’re doing this! Oh, wow.”

“Very sinful,” I agreed between licks. “So naughty and forbidden. Mmm, don’t you just love Mommy’s tongue sliding through her whorish cunt?”

“Yes, Mommy!” Sa’dia’s face twisted. Her body bucked, thighs squeezing on my head. “It’s building again. That wonderful pleasure. That amazing rapture!”

“Good,” I groaned, digging my tongue into her snatch. “Don’t fight it. Just let it explode through you. Embrace the pleasure. Let it carry you away!”

“I will, Mommy!”

Her whimpers grew and grew, her mewling pants. My daughter quivered as I feasted. It made my cock ache and my pussy burn to pleasure my Sa’dia like this. To feast on her forbidden flesh. Her spicy musk coated my tongue as I wiggled into her depths, searching for more of my cum.

But I had eaten all my yummy girl-jizz out of her.

So I had to plant more in her.

I licked up her folds, their hot silk caressing my lips, and found her clit. She gasped as my tongue circled around her bud. Her breasts shook. Her moans sang through my bedroom as I sucked on her little nub. I nibbled on it.

“Mommy!” she gasped, spasming. “Oh, yes, Mommy!”

Hot juices splashed about my lips, her cream flooding out of her as her orgasm burst through her. My dick throbbing, begging to be in her spasming flesh, to give her the pleasure that I knew she craved. I rose up her body, my swinging breasts dragging up her stomach, meeting her tits. Then we kissed, letting her taste her spicy pussy adorning my lips.

And I drove my dick into her convulsing pussy.

For the second time tonight, her hot cunt embraced my dick. I pumped in and out of her snatch, savoring her orgasming rapture. She coated my girl-cock with her passion as our tongues dueled. Her body shuddered beneath us.

My ass clenched. A tingle raced across my asshole as her hands grabbed my butt, fingers digging into my flesh. Memory of Dr. Rita’s naughty suppository rippled through me. I had enjoyed my first taste of anal sex.

And so would my daughter.

“Mommy?” she panted when I drew back, breaking our kiss and pulling my cock out of the silky heaven of her pussy. “What are you doing? You felt so good in me.”

“And it’s about to get better,” I grinned at her, sliding the dripping tip of my girl-dick down her taint and between her butt-cheeks. “Mommy has something else nice to teach you.”

I snagged a pillow, shoving it between her ass, elevating her so I could get at my goal easier: her virgin asshole. I rubbed against her sphincter. Her eyes widened. She shuddered, her thighs tightening about my waist.

Her hands seized my tits, squeezing them. She nursed from them as a baby. “I’ve heard of anal from school.” She bit her lip. “I’m just so…so aching to be filled. Do it.”

“Mommy’s little slut-daughter,” I groaned and thrust.

Her eyes widened, her fingers digging into my breasts, as her asshole spread and spread about my dick. Her sphincter fought valiantly against my girl-dick. But it couldn’t resist the force of my thrusts. I buried into her bowels.

She let out a purring groan. She shuddered, her bowels clenching on my dick as I slid deeper and deeper into her velvety delight. My eyes widened at the rough heat of her asshole wrapped about my futa-cock.

“Mommy!” she groaned, her voice so thick and throaty. “Allah and his blessed prophet! You’re so huge!”

“And you’re so tight,” I groaned, leaning over her, my tits jiggling in her hands. I grinned at my daughter. “Now this is sinning!”

“Yes, Mommy!”

Our hips moved and pumped, working my futa-cock in and out of her pussy. I landed over her, kissing her, rubbing our tits together as my mattress creaked. Our tongues danced, loving each other as the heat burned in her asshole.

Such incestuous heat.

I loved her so much. My sexy Sa’dia. I humped faster and faster, slamming my girl-dick in and out of her tight bowels. She whimpered into our kiss, her tongue dancing with mine. Her hands slid around my body, clawing at my back with such passion.

I gave her passion. I made her gasp and groan. When I buried into her bowels, her pussy rubbed on my pubic mound, smearing her hot cream across my skin. I shuddered, our nipples sliding past each other as our round boobs jiggled.

“Sa’dia,” I groaned, breaking the kiss. “Your ass! Oh, it’s so sweet. You’re going to make your mommy cum so hard.”

“Good,” she squealed. “Cum in me, Mommy! I loved it in my pussy! And I’ll love it in my ass! I’m going to cum again! I love cumming!”

“Mommy’s little slut can cum as much as she wants!” I groaned, thrusting harder into her hot bowels. “Just unleash your passion!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she howled. “I love you, Mommy!”

“I love you, too, my little slutty star!”

I kissed my daughter hard, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as hard as I thrust my cock into her bowels. Her asshole clenched down hard. Her pussy ground on my pubic mound. Hot juices spurted from her snatch, drenching my pubic hair and trickling down to my dick. Her bowels spasmed about my cock.

Fingernails bit hot into my back.

I made my daughter cum again. This girl I birthed. Raised. Loved.

My pussy spasmed. Juices gushed down my thighs. Cum fired from my futa-dick. The jizz boiled out of my ovaries, pumping over and over into her hot depths. I flooded her bowels as I loved her so much. We clung to each other, bodies pressed tight. Our breasts rubbed together, nipples caressing, throbbing.

Adding more spice to our pleasure.

We moaned our incestuous passion into each other’s mouths. Our tongues dueled. I caressed her mouth, loving it. We shuddered, spasming together. My cock spurted a final blast of girl-jizz into her bowels.

Our kiss broke.

“Oh, Mommy, that was amazing,” she purred. Her mouth nuzzled to my ear. “We have to show my sisters!”

I shivered, eager to watch Sa’dia writhe with her sisters. “Yes, we do, my slutty little star.”

To be continued…

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me and mom

Over the next few days, things were as usual at school. I would hang out with Tyler a bit, flirting with Mr. Lopez when I had a chance, and swinging my ass for Mr. Anderson for no good reason. I didn’t even like Mr. Anderson, but it was a turn on having his attention. It felt so dirty for this guy to look at me the way he did, he looked so perverted. It was obvious he wanted to fuck me, I couldn’t hear the end of it from my friends. Somehow, it was a bit of a turn on having this perverted teacher wanting to fuck me. Tanya had bought me some thongs on our little girl time trip, and I began wearing them every now and then to school, without telling mom. As far as I could tell, I was the only girl that would wear them. I always felt so sexy wearing them, and it made me shake my hips a bit more for those looking. Every now and then, boys got a glimpse up my skirt, or noticed the missing pantylines on my pants, and word started spreading quick about me wearing thongs. I started changing for P.E. in private whenever I wore thongs, hoping that other girls wouldn’t notice my thongs. One day in P.E. I was wearing my short shorts that barely covered my ass, and noticed some of the boys started checking me out more than usual. I assumed they noticed the missing pantyline, so I made sure to stretch a bit longer than usual to give them a good view. Tyler showed up and scared them away as usual. When I got back to the dressing rooms, I turned around in the mirror, and noticed my thong line showing. During lunch:
Tyler,”Are you wearing a thong.”
Me,”Yeah, how do you know.”
Tyler,”I could see it. And all the other guys could too. You can’t be showing everyone like that.”
Me,”I am sorry, I didn’t know you could see it.”
Tyler,”I didn’t know you wore thongs.”
Me,”I just started, do you like it.”
Tyler,”yeah.”
Me,”Ever seen one?”
Tyler,”Mmmmm uhhhhh.”
Me,”I will show you.”
We ran off into one of the far areas of school that no one went to, and I pulled my pants down with my butt facing Tyler. I saw his jaw drop. He probably couldn’t tell, but I was really turned on. He stood there staring.
Me,”Want to grab it?”
Tyler,”mm ok.”
He reached and groped my ass for a bit.
Tyler,”I like your butt.”
Me,”thanks.”
He pulled his hands back away from my butt. I stood there for a second, hoping he would do something else. I was dissappointed as I pulled my pants back up, wishing he would have fucked me. I wondered if it was an age thing or something. I was really horny that day, and checked to see if Juan would be waiting for me after school, but he wasn’t there.

Grandma picked me up at school and dropped me off at home. Bill’s car and some other car were parked in front of the house. I walked in to the sounds of mom moaning and screaming. It was coming from her room. She sounded so hot when she screamed. I was turned on immediately. I walked slowly towards her room hoping the door would be open, but it was closed. I continued past her room towards mine, I opened the door to my room slowly, trying not to make any noise. I laid down in bed, took off my clothes down to my thong, and masturbated through the thongs fabric. I loved hearing mom’s voice. I could picture myself being the lucky man fucking her, groping her body, making her scream for me. I orgasmed fast. I felt my pussy wet through the fabric of my thong. I was satisfied for now, but I needed to get with mom again.

That same night, mom walked her friends out of her room, they were laughing and talking about what a good time they had. Mom walked them out to the front door, and when I heard it close, I walked out to see my mom. She was walking back to her room, when we bumped into each other.
Mom,”Hey baby, you’re awake.”
Mom was only wearing a thong, her big breasts were fully exposed. She crossed her arms when she saw me, trying to cover up a bit.
Me,”hi mom, I’m just grabbing some water.”
I leaned in and she leaned down and we kissed each other. I could see the makeup around her eyes was a mess, she had tears than had ran down, her face was a bit of a mess. She even had what looked like saliva on some of her hair.
Mom,”ok baby, I’m gonna take a bath, make sure to go to sleep early.”
Me,”I want to take a bath also, let’s do it together.”
Mom,”mmmm ok.”
We jumped in the bath naked together, and I could not contain myself. I crawled towards her and began kissing her. Her she was a bit hesitant at first, and her breath was ackward, I assumed it was from sucking and swalloing cum. I groped her big breasts as I kissed her, and felt slimy fluid all over them, I wasn’t sure if it was cum, or saliva, but I went down towards them and began cleaning them with my mouth. It didn’t taste like anything to me, so I cleaned them up good, then began sucking on them. Mom began moaning as I groped her and sucked her tits. She was obviously in pleasure, and even looked a little shocked that I was so hungry for her. I could smell her milk, waiting to get pumped out, in her warm breasts. I pumped her tits and sucked and sucked, feeling her warm milk in my mouth, and continued to swallow it all. I squeezed each breast with each of my hands, as I went back and forth between them, sucking her warm milk. I felt my pussy getting hotter and hotter, and mom moaned louder and louder. I could feel her breasts swell up. I reached between her legs to her pussy, and began masturbating her, just how she had shown me. Mom grabbed the back of my head pushing me into her breasts, her body began shaking in pleasure. She used her other hand to squeeze her own breast as I sucked on it, and I felt her explode.
Mom,”oh god.”
Her loud moans became loud screams, and her body shivered, and her pussy vibrated. I knew she had orgasmed. Her body began to settle down a bit, when she pulled me off her tits and kissed, sticking her toungue into my mouth, licking up some of her own milk.
Mom,”you are getting better.”
She pushed me back and began sucking on my nipples, which felt amazing. She reached down with her hand into my pussy, doing circles around my clit. I was on fire, and I was moaning and screaming. I held on to her tits with both hands, as I felt my body explode in pleasure. I felt myself cumming, my body shook, splashing water all over. I was out of breath when I finished, and mom just kissed me and sat back again. We sat and bathed in silence for a few mintues.
Mom,”I am going to ask you something, and I want the truth, don’t lie to me.”
Me,”ok.”
Mom,”Did you have sex with Tanya.”
I was shocked, how did she know. I sat there as mom stared at me waiting for an answer.
Mom,”don’t lie to me.”
Me,”yes.”
Mom seemed mad for a second, then said,”tell me all about it.”
I told her more or less how it got to that point, and she just sat there thinking about it. After a few minutes, I finally asked, “are you mad?”
Mom,”Not at you, I should have known Tanya would do something like that.”
Me,”Don’t be mad at her, I love Tanya, I promised I would not tell anyone.”
Mom,”Do you like girls.”
Me,”mmmm uuhhh welllll yeah.”
Mom,”and you like Tanya.”
Me,”yeah.”
Mom,”and you like me also.”
Me,”mmm welllll uhhhh yeah, but I like you differently than i like her.”
Mom,”How is that.”
Me,”cause your my mom, and you are hot, and I love you and I want you, but you are my mom. Tanya is not my mom, so she could even be my girlfriend.”
Mom,”she is married.”
Me,”yeah, but I don’t mean like girlfriend girlfriend, I mean like, it won’t be weird. Have you had sex with her?”
Mom looked shocked,”why do you ask that?”
Me,”Just curious, she is pretty touchy with you, I think she likes you.”
Mom,”yeah, we’ve done it a few times.”
Me,”Do you like her?”
Mom smiling,”ok, that’s enough Tanya talk, you need to get to bed.”
We walked back to her bedroom, wearing only our towels, and I followed her inside.
Me,” I want to sleep with you tonight mom.”
Mom,”ok, baby.”
She sat in bed drying her hair, as I massaged her shoulders. I loved her smell, specially after she showered. I was turned on again. I began loweing my hands closer to her breasts as I continued to massage her. I undid her towel wrapped around her, exposing her big breasts. They almost shined still humid from our bath. She didn’t even blink, she just let the towel fall right off. This woman was everything in my life at that moment, she was so beautiful, so voluptous. I could not contain myself, my hands were on her breasts almost immediately. I wanted nothing more than to please her and make her mine.
Me,”lay back, I want to show you something.”
Mom laid on her back, and I climbed down to her legs. I began caressing her beautiful legs, giving her gentle kisses. I moved slowly, opening her legs gently, kissing her all the way in. I dove right in, began licking at her, licking at her clit, licking at her lips. I could feel her heat, her sweet smell, I loved her taste. She immediately began moaning and moving with pleasure. I could feel my chin getting wet, as I licked her clit, and I went down to taste her. I loved it. I felt like a man taking her, though I was satisfying her, I felt like I owned her. I felt myself getting wet, my fluids began drooling down my thighs. She bgan moving her hips up and down, as she held my head between her legs, I used my toungue to lick her. I pushed two of my fingers inside of her, they were soaked immediately, her walls were tight around me. I loved feeling her inside, I wished more then ever to be a man, to feel her deep. I wished I could go further than my small fingers could. I began feeling my toungue and jaw getting tired, but I could see her body shaking, her moans getting louder. Her grip on the back of my head got tighter, and I felt her press me down closer. I felt her pussy vibrating, and then suddenly she exploded. Her juices soaked my chin, her body shook violently, her moans were screams. Her orgasm last a few seconds, then her body just collapsed in bed. I went a little lower and began licking her clean, pulling my fingers out dripping in her juice. I loved her taste. I ate away until she was completely clean. There was nothing left for me to clean, so I pulled back. Mom sat up and looked at me. I could feel her fluids dripping of my chin, so I used my fingers to clean myself and licked them clean.
Mom,”I see you’ve had a little practice at this.”
She motioned for me to sit on the bed, so I got up and sat down. She pushed me all the way back, kissing me all the way down, licking the inside of my mouth. She opened my legs and began fingering me. She moved down and sucked on my nipples for a bit, then went straight down to my pussy. She began licking my juices, sucking on my lips, licking my thighs, completely taking me. She moved back to my clit and and licked away, as she fingered me. I felt overwhelmed from immediately. My body shook out of control, and I felt electric as I came, probably withing a minute. She came back up and kissed me once more. It was a deep passionate kiss, with her toungue licking inside my mouth. She turned off the lights, and I slept leaning on her breasts, both of us completely naked, fully satisfied.

Mom woke me up later that same night, and told me I had to go to my room.
Mom,”Bill is here, you need to go to your room.”
I got up hating the man that would take mom away from me. I was walking out, when mom put a towel over me, trying to cover me. As I walked out, I realized why. Bill was standing right outside, I tried to cover myself as I walked over to my room, feeling his stare on me.
Bill,”hey sweety.”
I didn’t bother with a response, as I closed the door behind me. I realized he must have walked in and seen us both naked, there is no other reason he would have been waiting outside. I felt so embarassed. I wondered if he knew, or how mom would explain it. Not even a minute later, I heard my mom getting fucked. Her screams filled the house, and what would have been a night of good sleep was ruined

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irstly, as commented by one reader, the initial story “Alexis – a ‘moment’ in time” was insanely long, but I tried drawing the reader into the story. And secondly, I apologies for not realizing my gender showed as male, unnoticed by me, last time I checked, definitely female.. To all the readers – first read the first part as this part is a sequel to it, in fact all following parts will complete the whole story. Lastly, for all that enjoy not only the sex scenes, but the whole story, keep reading, in the end it might leave you… well just keep reading.

Previously……..

I thought about the last couple of days, how my life has been changed
How filthy I felt inside, ruined almost, eating away at me like a cancer.
I thought about, Mike, how I betrayed him, Lizzy and Josh, how this might changed their lives, because my feelings towards Alexis is growing by the minute.
I knew to prevent anyone from getting hurt, I would probably have to take some drastic action, like quit my job or get a transfer.
My gut feel, told me that Alexis has feelings for me too.
The last two days she acted differently towards me. I don’t know if I should just straight up ask her about it.
I remembered some of my discussions with Mike, the psychology of relationships.
Love has so many different faces. The love you feel for your child, your dog, your spouse, your family, your friends, they are all different, have different emotions attached to them. You act differently towards different people in your life and their reactions have different affects on you as a person.
You cannot love two people intimately at the same time, one is going to lose.
You can lust after many people, screw them, like I did with the two masseurs.

What myself and Alexis have, feels different, I have feelings for her, deeper than it should be, one that clouds my own judgement.

A feeling that I never even had with Mike. We met when I was young, grew into each other gradually, got married on 24, had Josh on 26.
Mike is almost six years older than me, during those first few years of dating it was all studies, getting 2 degrees, even after marriage, getting his Master degrees in both, Psychology and Psychiatry, myself getting a Paralegal degree.

“Penny for your thoughts,” she said.
“I was just thinking about the past couple of days,” I said.
“What I did, what we did, how is that going to change my life, my marriage,” I continued.
“I am going to be honest with you, I think I am in love with you,” I admitted.

She did not say anything at first, then asked me if what I feel was maybe because of what happened sexually between us.

Maybe it was, I lied to her.

“I don’t want to come between you and Mike,” she said.
“Let’s cool it down for a while and see what happens,” she suggested.

I felt sad hearing those words, but it is probably for the best. I looked at her and she looked sad as well.

We drove back to the hotel and just mellowed out on the sofa, watching TV and drinking wine. We ordered room service and had dinner in the hotel.
Went to our separate beds and I fell asleep with her on my mind, tears in my eyes.

Chapter 8.

I woke up around 4:00AM on Wednesday morning, had a few fitful hours of sleep, haunted by Alexis.

Today was crucial, as the Real Estate developer wanted to meet with us at 10:00AM this morning, they have made there decision.
This was a multi million dollar deal for our client, which meant a substantial lawyer fee for us, but even more it will boost our Law firm’s image.

I got up and went to the kitchen and made some coffee, Alexis was still asleep, her bedroom door slightly open. I pushed the door a little more open, peaked inside.

She was lying on her stomach, her left leg drawn upwards, completely exposed.
God, she was sexy, how am I ever going to just forget about her, I really am in love with her.
I thought about just getting in bed with her, hold her tight. I turned around and walked away.

Later that morning, our meeting with the Real Estate developer went more than just fine. They signed the agreement and the deal was closed.
Which meant our work was done, we were only due back in New York on Friday.

During the meeting I noticed Frank, looking at me, on a couple of occasions, smiling at me. I just ignored it at first, but later I smiled back and he winked at me.

The African American lawyer for the Real Estate company, Frank, invited us for dinner that night and Alexis accepted.

I still had visions of Mr.Big’s huge cock fucking me and wondered what Frank’s manhood looked like.
He is also tall, really handsome, had a much lighter skin complexion than Mr.Big.

He reminded me of Charles back home, our hired help on the estate, same complexion. He has been with us since he was a young boy, now probably in his early thirties, doing all the work around the house, but most important, looking after my horses.

On our drive back to the hotel, I asked her if I should change our flight back to New York for Thursday, since we closed the deal a day earlier than anticipated.

She said that she is going to phone Dave, our boss, to bring him up to speed with the great news, then we can decide.

We were both excited about what we accomplished, it was such a relief, knowing that the two of us, were successful with the first case we worked together.

She thanked me for my thoroughness, how well I prepared the files and notes, all the possible scenarios that might have arose, with possible answers and solutions, it was priceless.

I was driving, she put her left hand on my upper thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. I felt my pussy almost responding instantaneously, feeling the moistness already. She kept her hand there.

‘What is she up to, I thought to myself, that is really not cooling it down, thinking of what we decided last night’?

“So, I saw Frank eyeing you during the meeting” Alexis jokingly teased me.
“La la la la laa la …Frank likes Rachel …la la la la laa la,” singing it to me.

I just laughed, her hand still lingering on my right upper thigh, the throbbing intensified with every second.

“Well, you have to admit, he is quite good looking, don’t you think,” I said.

“I won’t mind him jumping my bones,” she surprised me with her answer, wow.

I was wearing a flowery, patterned, knee high, sun skirt, which rode up about 2 inches up my thigh, the way I was sitting behind the wheel.

Alexis’s hand still on my thigh, moving up, resting between my upper most thigh and the crease of my groin, my pussy making gaping convulsions like Lizzy’s little gold fish.

“Bet you’re all wet down there,” pointing with her eyes.
I decided to play along, knowing exactly where this was heading.

To hell with the cooling down, the guilt, I decided.

“Well, you will have to find that out for yourself,” I challenged her.

She moved her hand back down my upper thigh, stopping on the bare part, above my knee.

The coldness of her hand startled me. She came back up this time dragging my skirt along, revealing my leg in all its glory, my cum drenched panties clearly visible between my thighs.

It was hard concentrating on the road, keeping my right foot on the gas pedal and dealing with Alexis’s hands warming my whole body with her touch. It felt really good, I was horny as hell.

She slipped her hand between my legs, finding my juicy cum soaked panties.
I could feel it squirming round inside, as she fondled my pussy from the outside.
I tried spreading my unused left leg more open, with not a lot of room to maneuver, while driving.
She managed to find the top edge of my panties and slipped her right hand inside.

“My oh my, what have we here,” she said.

I felt her hand brushing my hood’s pubic hair, her middle finger finding my wet slit, with an almost, scratching motion running it up and down as far as she can reach.
Gosh, it felt awesomely good …I led out a soft moan.

My body stiffen as she rubbed me, she used her wedding and index fingers, butterflying my pussy petals, using her middle finger, grinding away at my pucker.
I felt my orgasm building, pushing back against the driver seat, raising my groin slightly, my left foot firmly pressed in the corner of the floor board.

I glanced at her, she had her right hand between her own legs, rubbing herself.

“We are going to have to stop or else I’m going to kill us,” I said.

Whimpering sounds escaped me as I gasped for air, my cunt weeping slimy juices into her hand.

She kept going, I tried hard to concentrate and kept driving, but also attempting to give her more room.
She switched hands, leaning down in my lap, using her right hand, fingering me using two fingers.

My moans turned into little screams, as I came, my tremulous right leg on the gas pedal made the car stutter momentarily.

She let go and when she removed her hand, strings of my slimy juices dragged like chewing gum from her left hand.
She sucked it off, cleaning her own hand.

At the hotel, I couldn’t park the car quicker than I did, when I got out, I could feel the juices seeping through my panties, weeping down my inner thighs.

Inside the suite, we almost fell into each others arms, we kissed, I could taste my own cum in her mouth from when she licked her own hand earlier. I darted my tongue inside her mouth, twirling my tongue around hers.

I pushed her back onto the sofa, spreading her legs, as I knelt between her legs. She wore a black lace panties, I could see the moistness glimmering, seeping through. Her sweet scent wafted through the air.

I started pressing my mouth against her pussy, sucking her juices through the cloth of her panties, the luscious taste filled my mouth as she arched upward pressuring her groin against my mouth, grabbing my ears pulling me closer.

She used one hand pulling her panties sideways, exposing her wet slit.

I grabbed her inner lips in my mouth, pulling it towards me, stretching it, letting go, grabbing it again.

I had her pussy cupped in my mouth, filling it with her soft flesh as I devoured it, she whimpered with each of my swallows, feeling her pushing slimy juices inside my mouth, which I gulped down like sweet nectar.

She came, guttural sounds that ripped through flesh and bone, squirting her juices in my face as I pulled away.

She grabbed me pulling me onto the sofa, stretching me out the full length of the sofa. She was on top of me, squeezed her self in between my legs, spreading my legs with her lower body.

Our mouths met again, kissing with much more passion than ever before, exploring, entangling our tongues together.

I felt her right hand under my shirt, finding my left breast, fondling it with a rolling motion.
God, it felt amazing, each roll stirring the butterflies inside my stomach.
She pushed my bra upwards, both my tits fell free, lifting my shirt, revealing my tits with taut nipples.

She gently twirled her tongue around my left nipple, sucking it slightly, biting it, then the right one, alternating between them.
The sucking got more intense, using a swallowing motion, taking my right breast as far inside her mouth as she could.
Jeez, she was excellent at sucking tit, I felt her bringing me to an orgasm.

She let go of my breast moving her kisses down my belly, twirling her tongue.
With her right hand she undid my skirt, lowered it with my panties to my feet, I used my right foot removing them completely.

My wet cunt, pulsating as she run her middle finger through my slit. She spread my pussy lips apart. I felt her open mouth taking in my soft flesh, gently sucking it, her tongue twirling around my vagina hole, occasionally darting into my hole, slurping my juices.

She found my clit, sucking it pressing hard on my groin while doing it. While sucking my sweet spot, she sunk two fingers in my cunt, fingering me, twirling her thumb around my anus. It felt awesome, the sucking, fingering and playing with my asshole.

She stopped turned me around, on all fours, sucked me from behind, sucked my pussy, rubbing my perineum with her chin, while licking my asshole.

She took her right hands four fingers, pushing it into my slimy cunt, her thumb disappearing in my asshole. Her fingers worked the ridge sponge inside of my hole, building an explosion.
Her thumb fingering my asshole, stirring feelings I have never felt before, an unbelievable sensation. She kept doing this, until the sensation became to much, I fell forward.

I turned on my back again.

She sunk her whole right hand into my hole, slowly pumping me with her hand wiggling it inside, found a steady rhythm, going faster with each stroke.

She was ramming me now, juices squeezing, escaping through the edges. My pussy sucked on her arm, with contracting convulsions, more than half of her forearm disappeared with the deepest stroke .
It felt incredible, having her inside me.

I propped myself on both elbows, watching her arm working my hole, her eyes full of admiration. I could probably take a horse’s dick right now.
My labia stretched around the thickness of her cum glistened arm, as she rammed deep inside with every stroke.

I led out a load growling scream as I came, my whole body trembling as I squirted, spraying my juices past her drilling arm. It just flowed like a burst pipe, cumming with every stroke, almost passing out.

“Fuckin’ unbelievable,” is all she said, shaking her head, cupping her mouth with her left hand.

She laid herself half on top of me.
We spent the next five minutes, slowly, gently, with soft little kisses, smooching each other.

While I showered, Alexis had a phone meeting with Dave, who was totally ecstatic about the deal.
She said he is planning a big celebration party when we get back to New York.
He also said it’s was really up to us, if we want to spent Thursday on the island, he only expect us to be back in the office on Monday.

So we decided to indulged ourselves in the island’s hospitality.

Chapter 9.

We were on the front porch of Frank’s beach front home. Magnificent peace of real estate.
He invited us inside where we met three of his friends, Vincent, another tall African American, Frank’s assistant Brianna, which I recognized from the meetings, she was young, mid twenties, slender body, with the same lighter brown skin complexion, as Frank.
Rhonda, also African American, much shorter and bustier of posture.

He led us into the living room area, the oval shaped back wall fitted with massive floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the ocean, wooden floors with 4 white leather sofas, forming a square in the middle of the room.

A huge granite bar in the one corner, next to an open fireplace, creates a cozy feeling.
A big double door, led out the a wooden deck surrounding the outside of the whole room.

I stepped outside, taking deep breaths of fresh air, filling my nostrils with the distinct smell of the ocean, it was already dark, the ocean, no less than 50 yards away, I could see small whites waves chopping on the surface, finding their way to shore.

Frank joined me outside. “Beautiful isn’t it,” he said.

“Oh yes, I just love the ocean,” I said.

“Back home, my favorite thing to do on weekends, taking my black stallion galloping on Sandy Hook beach, New Jersey,” I said.

Alexis joined us standing on my other side, listening to my conversation.

“Jahmal (Arabic for handsome), just love to stretch his legs, running through the swallow waves,” magnificent thoroughbred racing horse,” I continued.

“We have to go ride when we get back to New York,” Alexis reminded me.

I told them how Jahmal, would wait for me at the entrance to our estate most days, racing me up the driveway to the main house on his side of the fence. He has such a playful mannerism.

“Well, ladies what can I get you to drink?” Frank asked.

We both asked for red wine.
When her returned, Frank said we would be having a barbecue on the beach later. He excused himself, got Vincent and they went down to build the fire for the barbecue.

Brianna and Rhonda joined us on the deck while the two men built the fire. We chit chatted about everything and I noticed how Brianna looked at Alexis, scanning her from head to toe.

Twenty minutes later the two men were back and said we could go down to the beach.

The wooden steps were quite steep and Frank offered me his hand, Alexis using my shoulder as support, walking down the steps.

Down below was a gazebo type looking structure, completely with a built-in barbecue and big fire pit, already engulfed with flames from the bomb-fire they built. There was a small kitchen area, wooden bar and even a toilet and washing basin.
Man, he had it organized I thought to myself.

We had more wine, I’m already feeling tipsy, from the first glass. We were going to have ribs and steak, Brianna made a delicious Mediterranean salad, garlic bread sticks and two local side dishes.

We had dinner and were sitting next to the big bomb-fire, Frank kept feeding it big chunks of wood, drinking wine.
Later, Vincent and Rhonda excused themselves and Frank left to go see them off.

I got up, kicked off my sandals, walked onto the beach, feeling the gentle, cool breeze blowing through my hair. I hoped Alexis would follow but she stayed behind.

I walked a few hundred yards along the sandy beach, close enough to let the waves wash around my feet. The moon shone dimly tonight, had an eery mistiness around it.

I was almost startled by a sudden movement behind me.

“Alexis, is that you?” I asked.

“No, it’s me, Frank,” came the reply.

I could barely make out his face, but he was standing next to me, gazing at me.
I wore a light yellow sun-skirt, with a violet cotton stretch blouse, complimenting my full wellformed breasts.
I caught him on two or more occasions earlier, staring at my breasts during the evening.

“Judging by the ring on your finger, I know you are married, but I am going to say it anyway, I find you really attractive,” he said.

“Thank you, but there is someone more beautiful and available back there,” I said, meaning Alexis and even Brianna for that matter.

“Woman, just don’t get it, it’s more than just looks,” he tried explained.

“You project an enormous voluptuousness, almost dripping out of you’” he continued.

I started walking back in the direction of the house. He grabbed my arm as I walked past him, swung me around in his arms, I gazed up in his shadowed eyes.

“We better get back, they might come looking for us,” I said.

He had me tight in his grip, I could hardly see his face, he leaned down and kissed me.
I was completely caught of guard by this, but his warm mouth, wet lips, tongue found mine in a split second.
I thought about screaming for Alexis, but his kiss numbed my legs and whole body.
At first he did the kissing but soon enough, I was exploring his warm mouth, with great intensity.
We kept at it for a while, he swung me around again, his hands around my waist, the back of my body pressed against his.

I felt the bulge of his rock hard cock against my lower back.

He kissed my neck, his hands found my boobs fondling them, rolling, squeezing them, running his tongue up and down my neck.
He moved his left hand down my waist, finding his way up the inside of my blouse pulling it completely up, exposing my bra for a moment, then with both hands shifting my bra upwards.
Both my breasts sprung free, the cool sea breeze brushing them, my nipples hardened instantaneously.
His hands found my naked breasts again, squashing, rolling them, twitching my nipples with his fingers.
I grabbed the back of his neck pulling myself up against his body, his hand working my tits beyond ecstasy, I felt my juices flowing already, cooled down by the soft wind caressing my half naked body.

He bent me over slightly, lifting my skirt over my back, I felt his hand pulling my panties sideways, my tits dangling freely in the cool breeze.

Suddenly I felt his rock hard penis, between my butt cheeks, seeking the entrance to my glory hole.
I led out a soft moan as his huge cock sunk down the depths of my vagina.
He grabbed both my arms pulling back on them. With slow strokes he start ramming me, using my arms as leverage to rock me back and forth, slapping our bodies together.
His big veiny dick, filled my hole, it felt amazing, the slushing slippery sound as he fucked me, his balls slapping my pussy with each pump.
I felt the sensation building up as he rocked me up and down his stiff shaft.

I came the first time, squeezing my juices, spraying it backwards, he kept going, my legs trembling as I came a second time.

I felt his own body tensed and broke free from his grip. I turned around dropped to my knees, taking his cock in my hand, licking the underside of his penis, up and then down, taking his testis in my mouth, rolling them around.
With gentle strokes, wanking his shaft to and enormous explosion of creamy cum flying in all directions.
I took his dick down my throat sucking, swallowing the last of his load.

I cleaned his penis, by sucking it clean, twirling my tongue around his helm, licking the cum from his shaft, sucking his balls, tasting my own juices when I sprayed him like a skunk.

I adjusted my clothing, using sea water to wash my hands.

We walked back to the house in silence.
Alexis and Brianna were not at the gazebo, interesting, I thought.

What if they were on the beach, in the dark shadows, did they see what just happened?
I cleaned myself in the little bathroom, getting rid of most of the evidence. Frank poured me another glass of wine and we just sat in silence.

I watched the crackling fire dancing, flickering, red, orange, blue and yellow colors mixing together as they turned the wood into ashes, engulfing everything, occasionally shooting sparks into the darkness.

The irony in it, left an incredible sadness inside me, thinking how my own life was on fire, been burned into ashes.

Frank talked about the deal being closed and how the island is going to benefit financially. He is an easy talker, typical lawyer, smooth and slick.
He was born American, raised in New Jersey of all places.
We talked about college, football and baseball and he was pleasantly surprised at my knowledge about sport.

Alexis appeared on the wooden steps leading from the house, the misty moonlight, kissing her face, a gust of wind, rushed through her silky hair, which made Frank stopped and stare.

She moved towards us, seated herself next to me on the wooden bench, half a foot separated us, she just stared into the dancing flames, which reflects crystal sparkles in her eyes.

God, the purity of her beauty amazes me, makes one wonder, God must have sculpted her after a lot of thought, a rose among flowers.

Frank excused himself and went up to house.

Silence, an unspoken conversation going on in our minds, what happened between Alexis and Brianna, I wondered, she probably the same about me and Frank.

“We should probably go, it’s getting late,” I said.

For the first time she looked me in the eyes, tears welled in hers.

“What happened?” I asked.

“I will tell you later, let’s go,” she said.

She did not ask anything about me and Frank, but she had me worried.
Back in the house, we found Frank and Brianna in an argument, but they immediately stopped when they saw us.

We thanked them for their hospitality and left, I did not even looked Frank in the eye when I said goodbye.
I didn’t want to acknowledge what happened on the beach.

On her way back to the hotel she told me that when I left for my walk on the beach, Frank came down from the house and realized I was gone.
Alexis told him I was somewhere on the beach. He followed me.

She and Brianna went up to the house to get some more wine from the cellar, where apparently, Brianna grabbed Alexis between the legs and said she knows Alexis wanted it.
Alexis stopped her and pushed her back. Brianna yelled at Alexis, saying that Frank is probably fucking me, Rachel, as we speak, so why couldn’t they also have some fun.

She told Alexis how Frank fucked anything wearing a skirt, which was true, because he just fucked me.
Brianna said, she saw me flirting with Frank earlier in the kitchen and called me a white whore.

That is when Alexis slapped her in the face.

With eyes wide, listening to her story, I didn’t know how to respond.

Before this conversation, I decided not to say anything, Frank promised me he would not mention what happened to anyone.

But after what I just heard and the argument Frank and Brianna had, just before we left, made me think to come clean.
I will have to tell Alexis what happened on the beach.

I thought about the tears in her eyes, they way she looked at me and decided not to for right now. I would tell her if asked.

Back in the hotel suite, I made us some hot chocolate.

We turned in for the night, I took a quick shower, washed and scrubbed myself clean, feeling filthy again.
I recalled the statement Brianna made to Alexis and I agreed, in less than one week, I became the biggest slut on two feet.

Thursday morning, we had breakfast at the hotel restaurant.
We drove along the coast, stopping at curio shops, buying gifts and mementos to take back home.
The morning past quickly and we were back in the hotel suite around mid afternoon.
Alexis seemed distant all day long, not her chirpy self. I guess it had to do with last night.
I sat on the porch reading a magazine, taking in the last few rays of sunshine. We had an early flight back to New York in the morning.

I decided to take a last walk on the beach, the sun had just set, painted the horizon with a beautiful crimson color, reflecting a shimmering display of sparkles on the ocean surface.

I was just about to head back when I saw Alexis in a distance, coming towards me. She looked sad.

She stepped, almost ran into my outstretched arms, rapped hers around my neck.
I held her tight, feeling her soft silky body pressing against mine, her chin resting on my shoulder, felt her warm breath in my neck.

I gently kissed her exposed color bone, moving up the side of her neck, she arched her head back, I switched to the front of her lower neck running my tongue up to her chin.
My mouth found hers, gently biting her lower lip, using the tip of my tongue, teasing hers, tasting her sweetness. Our tongues started twirling and twisting, gently exploring each other.
For the longest of time we kissed, rapped in each others arms.

We broke the kiss, I felt that burning feeling in my stomach, the lump in my throat, an incredible loving feeling.

“I love you,” I said.

I felt her body shaking, as she cried in my arms, her tears running down my shoulder and back. She said nothing, she just cried.

What was holding her back, I was certain she felt something for me, I thought to myself.

We walked back to the suite in the darkness, the dim moonlight playing on her pale face, the wind flapping her silky black hair in the night air.

It felt like hours before I finally fell asleep, my world turned upside down.
I pondered over the thought of her holding back, something must have happened in her past.
Was she scared of loving someone or scared to be loved by somebody.
I just couldn’t tell.

Friday, morning we were up at the crack of dawn, packing our bags, I was ready and told Alexis, I would go check us out.

I had a message, left by Frank, at the front desk …God I was glad Alexis wasn’t with me.
She still didn’t ask if anything happened between us on the beach that night, which I found to be kind off odd.

I decided now, that if she did, nothing did happen, Mike kept his promise and I don not want to loose her.

All the note said was,
‘Sorry, you had to see that, the other night, our secret is still safe, will be in touch.’

This is the last thing I needed right now, but decided to deal with it, when it comes.

Friday afternoon, around 2:30PM, the plane touched down at New Ark airport in New York.
We collected our bags and walked in silence towards the long term parking garage.
We reached our parting point, I gazed in her beautiful blue Spanish eyes, holding it, mine begging hers for an answer.

“Thank you, Rachel, for everything,” she said.

“Are you OK,” I asked.

“I will just have to be,” she replied and walked away.

The emptiest feeling filled my body. Tears running down my cheeks as I drove towards home.

To be continued….

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There’s no escaping the sickness.

Slave girl gets turned into a ponygirl and is trained and mated with a male sub who is serving as a ponyboy.

Chapter Thirteen: Free at Last

The light poured into my blue eyes as they blinked open. A dingy yellow floral curtain blew lightly from the wind of an open window. The soreness of my face and on the tender skin of my ass served as painful reminders of the night before. The peeling yellow floral wallpaper of the room matched the curtains and I found myself sitting up in a bed, taking in my new surroundings. Soft yellow sheets and blankets covered my naked form for the first time since Master acquired me.

The dark wood frame of the bed squeaked loudly as I slid off the mattress, my bare feet hitting the smooth planks of the floor. I slowly approached the dusty antique dresser that sat across from the bed and I could see the reflection of myself in the mirror that was fastened to the wall behind it. I stared at the raven haired girl with a swollen left eye that was black and blue from the smack that I had received to the face. I barely recognized myself anymore. I wasn’t even sure who or what I was. It was then that I noticed something missing.

My hands flew up to my graceful neck to see if it was true; the shock collar that had ruled my life for so long was in fact missing. I had almost forgotten what my bare neck looked like, much less felt like as I ran my fingers over my delicate skin, feeling the lines and marks embedded in my flesh from so many months of being collared.

The worn wooden door to the room groaned open and I spied my Master standing silently in the doorway. My knees quickly dropped to the tattered rug beneath my feet and I pressed my head to the floor in the greet pose. I arched my back and raised my ass, my anus pulsing and sucking on the plug that filled my rectum.

He took a deep breath and moved to the edge of the bed. Master patted an open space on the quilt next to where he sat and said “come sit next to me.” I rose and moved to the bed, the chains that connected my labia rings to my thigh bands tugged at the delicate crimson folds of my sex with each careful step. I took my place on the bed and enjoyed the gentle touch of the soft comforter beneath my tender bruised rear. I felt confusion and the pit of dread that had resided in my tummy since the previous night continued to grow to a point in which I felt nauseous. He gently rubbed my slender arm with his thick fingers, sliding them up to my smooth shoulders and softly touching my neck.

“I’ve been up all night thinking and trying to figure things out. I’m sorry I hit you. It shouldn’t have happened, I just lost my temper and I took it out on you, I was wrong and I hope you can forgive me,” he said with a sorrowful look in his eyes. “I swear it’ll never happen again. I care for you more than you can ever know.”

I nodded, feeling the regret in his voice as he continued. “I want for you to trust me completely. I desire for you to know that I love you more than anything. I wish for you to stay with me but I need to know that you’re with me because you want to be. If you say the word I’ll rip up the slave contract that you signed and give you your freedom. We’ll change your name back to what it was before and remove your slave registration. I would do all of that for you because I want you to be happy. If that means you won’t be at my feet, it would sadden and disappoint me beyond measure, but I only want what’s best for you.”

Tears welled up in my eyes. I thought for sure I would be in trouble and it pained me to know that my Master was feeling this way. I didn’t want to leave my Master, quite the contrary; I would never leave him. He was the entire reason for my existence. He was my universe. How could I possibly survive in the world without being at his feet and on his leash? I was his animal, his possession and I couldn’t understand why that would ever change. I jiggled my tits and the bells that dangled from my erect pink nipples rang out in a clear indication of my desire to speak.

“You may speak freely,” he said to me as he tenderly combed my long dark hair through his fat digits.

“The Cunt feels terrible that it disappointed its Master. It can’t express how much it hurt the Cunt to know that its Master was unhappy with it. The Cunt only exists for its Master and his pleasure. If the Cunt can’t do that then what purpose does the Cunt serve? The Cunt loves its Master and is devoted to him and trusts him completely with its body and its life. It knows its Master will only make the best decisions for it.” The words left my full red lips and it felt as if the weight of despair that I had been feeling had lifted. I told my Master what I was thinking and given what he said, I felt confident that once again he would allow me to serve him.

A smile formed on his lips and for a moment I thought for certain his eyes became watery as well. “Your devotion to me is very pleasing, I am very proud to own you. You are a wonderful animal and I’m overwhelmed to know that you want to remain as my property.” His voice was getting shaky as he tried to maintain his composure but his words flowed like honey and sent tingles of pleasure through my spine. “Some things will change but rest assured that certain other things will stay in place. You no doubt have noticed that I’ve removed your collar. I trust you and I know that you no longer need the threat of punishment in order to be obedient.”

I smiled and nodded. In fact I hadn’t received a punishment shock from the collar in months. Obedience had guided my actions and would continue to do so. He leaned over and opened a drawer in the nightstand next to the bed, pulling out a shiny chrome collar with four thick rings, one in each quadrant of the heavy metal circle.

“I want this to be your new slave collar. It has no shocks or devices on it, but you will feel the weight of it whenever you are awake, reminding you of what you are and where your proper place is. It will give me a place to leash and occasionally restrain you. It will become a part of you just as your shock collar did. Will you accept this gift on your neck and show the world that you are my willing property?”

My lips quivered into a crooked smile. I boldly leaned forward and gently pressed my lips to those of my Master. “The Cunt would be honored to have this beautiful collar locked on its neck Master.” If I didn’t know better it was almost as if I had been proposed to, and in its own way the collar was a wedding ring. It served as a symbol of my commitment to my Master and his to me.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he directed me to hold up my silky raven hair and he gave the smooth skin of my slender neck a warm breathed kiss as he wrapped the cold metal collar around it. My reprieve of having my neck free was short lived indeed, yet once again feeling the pressure on my skin and the heavy weight on my body seemed natural. He clicked the collar in place and secured the closure latch with a small padlock. “There. Now you’re mine forever. You’ll always be my devoted faithful pet until the end of time.”

A strong wave of tingles flowed through my body at my Master’s words. He found me pleasing once more and my love and devotion had earned such feelings in him in return. I reveled in his praise as my heart beat with joy once more.

“I won’t make you stay down in the basement anymore, but you will maintain obedience to your rules as you have, assume your positions when commanded to and to repeat your mantras. If there’s anything you need, you may jiggle your udders and I will give you permission to ask. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master, the Cunt understands and is grateful to Master for owning it.”

The next few days went by quickly. I was required to carry on with my edging sessions four times a day and Master allowed me to watch bondage porn on the television in the living room as I masturbated. I persisted in eating from my dog bowl in the eat position, but now my food and water bowls were kept in the kitchen and I enjoyed the way the front ring of my shiny new collar would clink against the glossy bowl as my tongue flowed across the smooth metal. Master continued to keep my tight little puckered anus plugged most of the time, giving me an enema every morning to properly clean me out.

I still wasn’t allowed to use a toilet to pee, but Master did put a bucket in the bathroom for me to use and he even allowed me to use the shower to bathe each evening. The biggest change came at night. I slept in the bed with my Master, under the sheets and everything. Not next to him of course, that would be silly. My place was at the foot of the bed with my head between his legs and his sex organ in my mouth.

His cock had to stay in my mouth from the time he fell asleep until he woke up. Usually it was soft and I would suck on it like a pacifier. I was like a baby and I found it to be so soothing that I found myself falling asleep faster and more easily with it in my mouth. Usually at some point in the middle of the night he would get hard in his sleep and the erect cock filling my mouth would wake me up. Normally I would just continue to suck on it like it was a sweet cherry lollipop, but sometimes I’d start moving my soft saliva covered tongue along it while carefully bobbing my head, being sure not to move too much as that would make the thick rings clink loudly against the gleaming metal of my slave collar. Sometimes I would even be rewarded with the gift of his semen as he would cum in his sleep, and I would secretly enjoy his gooey prize in my mouth until I sucked it down to my tummy, my Master none the wiser.

He continued to keep my delicate pink labium spread via my thigh bands and he generously graced my pussy and ass with his cock on a daily basis. Sometimes when he would do his coding work on the computer in his office, I would be positioned under his desk with his cock in my mouth. I’m fairly certain that at this point I must have spent at least half my day joyfully sucking on Master’s cock, and I was in heaven as a result. I was well used, fulfilled and happy and so was my Master. It was a natural fit and I was grateful for every moment of it.

Chapter Fourteen: Fun at the Farm

A week had passed since the aftermath of the party that changed my life. I sat in my Master’s rusted Toyota, watching a blur of trees pass by as we travelled up the highway. I wasn’t blindfolded this time and I reveled in the sights and sounds of the outside world. I was naked of course except for the platform stripper heels which graced my small feet. I had come to realize that being exposed and on display was my natural state. Wearing clothes didn’t make any sense after all. I was born naked, why shouldn’t I live naked? I loved that I could show my little body off and that doing so made my Master proud to own me.

I kept my legs spread as wide as possible. I had nothing to hide and there was no room for modesty in the Cunt’s life after all. My wet little cock sleeve was one of the most natural things that existed. There was no shame in revealing it to the world. Wasn’t it society that had kept me a prisoner? That had made me think that I shouldn’t express my sexuality or enjoy the sensations in my fuck hole? I had never been as free as I was now as my Master’s owned cunt.

Master’s hand rested comfortably on the leather band that circled my left leg, his thick fingers gently stroking the soft skin of my inner thigh, teasing dangerously close to my moist sex which was spread wide by the piercings in my labium and the chains that connected to them.

My Master insisted that I perform two edging sessions before we left the house in order to ensure that I would be extra wet and all the more pliant and obedient. We were nearing the end of our expedition to Bryan and Anna’s farm and Master was excited about showing me off in a far safer environment than what we experienced on our previous excursion. My brain was most certainly coated in the pink fog of arousal as evidenced by the puddle of moisture that my exposed cunny was creating on the seat beneath me. As excited as I was about being out, it was hard not to think about things that weren’t directly related to sex; I would have gladly humped anything for relief if only given the permission to do so.

We pulled up to the quaint white farmhouse that sat at the end of a particularly long driveway two hours after our journey had commenced and within seconds of me pushing open the creaking car door I spied Anna bursting through the door of the house to come greet us. Her blonde hair bounced around her shoulders with each stride and her hands were swinging in the air wildly as she waved with delight. She looked like a vision dressed in the same shiny black latex corset that adorned her body for the party along with a pair of gleaming patent leather thigh high boots and form fitting glossy black latex panties.

My high heels pressed into the gravel driveway which crunched loudly with each careful step I took. I had barely cleared the back of the car before she was on top of me, flinging her arms around my naked body and pulling me close to her. My bare udders squished against the stiff corset that adorned her small body as she pressed her soft lips gently to mine. “I am so thrilled that you were able to come today, we’re going to have so much fun, aren’t we?” She exclaimed as she ran her slender fingers through my long dark hair.

“Yes Ma’am,” I answered as she took my hand in hers and we walked together toward a barn on the far side of an open green field.

“We’re not going to have any of that Ma’am stuff today, you’ll call me Mistress Anna, understand?”

“Yes Mistress Anna,” I nodded, my bright blue eyes affixed on her form as she walked. Maybe it was the pink fog or maybe I was just a sexual creature now, but being so close to this beautiful dominatrix made my insides tingle. The warmth of her hand against mine and the way she gave my bare rear a hard squeeze as we walked left me with a strong desire to be obedient for her and to show what a good slave I could be.

“It’s great to see you again Adam. Bryan is already waiting for us in the barn,” she said as we walked along the path with my Master trudging along behind. Despite the fact that it wasn’t a particularly hot day, he was already breathing hard and sweat began to drip from his reddened skin not even halfway to the structure.

“It’s Arnie,” he corrected through loud wheezing breaths.

“Look at that gorgeous body of yours,” she said to me with glee as her hand slid up to my hip, pulling me into her as we walked. “You are going to become such a beautiful ponygirl for me.”

We reached the barn and Anna opened a small door. “There’s a really comfy bench outside next to the barn that you can go to relax on Arnie,” she said pointing in the direction of the suggested seating area. “This tack room here is pretty small and besides, I’m sure you don’t mind if your cunt and I have a little girl time, do you?”

Master kicked the gravel path with his foot and let out a sigh of displeasure. “Actually I…”

Anna quickly shoved me through the doorway and shut the tack room door, cutting my Master off and muffling whatever he was trying to say. Inside the small space was a variety of impressive equipment; leather straps, whips, sex toys and other instruments hung neatly from the walls in a carefully organized display of debauchery. It was like being in some kind of a cowboy themed adult sex shop.

“Let’s get you into your tack,” she said with a white toothed grin. Anna fidgeted with my shiny metal slave collar until she discovered the lock that held it in place. “Well, I guess that’s staying put. No matter, we’ll work around it. On the other hand, this will most certainly have to go,” she said as she pushed the small of my back to force me to bend over and clenched the jeweled cap of my anal plug, gently twisting and pulling until it came out of my rectum with a pop, leaving my anus gaping and on display.

“The first thing any good pony needs is a tail,” she said as she picked up a large anal plug with long black hairs flowing from the end cap. “I hope you don’t mind this little indulgence. My tail is blonde obviously to match my hair so I thought I’d treat you to a little gift and get one that matched you.” She commented as my gaze landed on the exact same looking anal plug hung on the wall but with long yellow hairs attached.

“I know you are well versed in how to take a plug, so be a good mare for me. Bend over and relax your anus, just let the tail plug go inside you,” she said as her hand gently massaged my back, tracing my vertebrae and tickling my spine. Anna squirted out a huge glob of lube on to the tip of the intruder and pressed it to my puckered little anus. As it was still gaping from the removal of my regular plug, I didn’t experience too much discomfort as it filled my rectum. Before I knew it, the plug was inside of my body and I could feel the silky end of my new tail tenderly tickling the backs of my knees as it swayed. My anus clenched the invader and sucked on it constantly reminding me of its presence.

Mistress Anna grabbed a tangle of black belts and directed me to step into the holes. The entire thing appeared to be nothing but holes, but Anna seemed to know what she was doing so my dainty high heel clad feet stepped where instructed. She pulled the contraption up my toned legs to my slender torso and adjusted the straps of the leather body harness in place. The straps cut under my udders, around my back and over my shoulders with the final strap running between my legs. She pulled that one particularly tight so that it dug deep into my spread pussy lips, pressing hard against my clit ring and sending a wave of sensation through my willowy body. Once all the belts were adjusted to her satisfaction, she gently slapped the bottoms of my tits causing my nipple bells to ring out, joyfully announcing my status as an owned animal.

The blonde dominatrix grabbed another web of dark leather straps with gleaming metal buckles and rings and pulled it over my head, adjusting fasteners, pulling and tightening as she got it place. “Open wide my pretty ponygirl,” she said, holding a long black bit. I obeyed her command and felt the bit press against the corners of my mouth as she strapped it in place, my teeth clenched hard on the smooth rubber surface and a thin line of clear saliva began to dribble from my forced open mouth in long streams that dripped down to my pierced udders.

“Almost done my lovely mare,” she stated as she adjusted the headpiece of the bridle that rested comfortably across my forehead. She screwed a large red feather plume into a holder at the top of my bridle and adjusted the black leather blinders that protruded from the device next to each of my eyes, removing the peripheral vision I had previously enjoyed.

Finally my Mistress for the day bent down to my small feet to unbuckle and remove my slutty looking stripper heels. “As much as I love your footwear my dear mare, I have something much better in mind and I’m fairly certain that you and I are the same shoe size.”

From a small wooden cabinet she pulled out a pair of strange looking shiny black boots with a metal horse shoe at the ball of the foot and no heel. I held on to the table behind me as she instructed me to step in the first boot. I raised my leg and she slowly pulled the footwear up to my knee, tugging as needed to ensure a proper fit. The procedure was repeated with my right leg and as Anna straightened up she gave me the command to walk around a bit to see how they felt. She took hold of my left arm to help me balance as I strode back and forth in the small room until I got used to the feel of the boots and could walk on my own. In truth, it wasn’t that difficult to balance and not significantly unlike walking on tiptoes but with a higher hoof shaped platform. I was really starting to get the hang of it when she guided me back to the counter for one final piece of equipment.

“I don’t know about you my pretty little ponygirl, but I’ve never seen a pony with arms, have you?”

I shook my head no, the drool that clung to my bit swung from side to side and my nipple bells jingled loudly from the movement.

“Now the first thing we need to remember about ponies is they don’t talk now do they? You’ll stomp your right hoof boot once to answer yes and twice to answer no. Do you understand?”

I caught myself in a half nod before I remembered to stomp my foot; picking up my slender right leg with the surprisingly heavy hoof boot attached and forcefully smacking it to the ground with a loud clop. She picked up another mass of shiny black leather and directed me to turn around and put my arms behind me.

“As I was saying, I’ve never seen a pony with arms. You won’t need yours today,” she said with a comforting smile. She pulled the thick dark sheath over my arms, securing my soon to be useless limbs with a series of belts and buckles and pulling them back so tightly I thought for a moment she might rip my arms from their sockets. Finally she tightened up all the straps and zipped the contraption closed, encasing my arms tightly in the arm binder. I felt a constant throbbing of ache and discomfort in my arms and shoulders for several minutes as they adjusted to their new ordeal.

“Are you doing okay?” She asked with concern. I raised my right leg for a single clop in the affirmative. “Do you want me to take you out of the restraints?” Despite the discomfort that my petite body was feeling, I also enjoyed the experience. I certainly wasn’t ready for it to end. I was finding pleasure in the helplessness, the smell of the leather in my nose and the feel of the straps against my soft skin. I quickly raised and lowered my hoof boot twice creating loud thumping sounds on the dusty wooden floor of the tack room.

The Mistress clipped long leather reins to the shiny metal rings on the sides of my bridle and gave a gentle tug to get me moving forward. “Time to go little pony,” she said as she opened the door and led me back out into the sun. I was brought to the side of the barn where a large mirror rested against the worn wooden wall of the structure. “Look at yourself my ponygirl. See how gorgeous you are?” She said as she stood behind me and gently flicked her tongue against the side of my neck sending tingles of pleasure to the core of my flat tummy.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing the animal that I had become. My crystal blue eyes traced the lines of the leather straps that encased the contours of my lean body. I took note of the way the heavy arm binder pulled my shoulders back forcing me to constantly thrust my udders out in a display of pride to show off the firm fleshy mounds that accentuated my chest. I could see how the pubic strap of my harness dissected my juicy slit sending the sensitive pink flesh of my labium spreading out around the black leather that was already well coated in the natural moisture of my fuck tunnel.

Across the leather on my forehead I spotted the word “Peppermint” stitched in white lettering. I turned to Mistress Anna with a quizzical look on my face, one that she seemed to understand immediately.

“Peppermint is my ponygirl name,” she explained. “Every pony should have a special pony name. For example, Bryan’s pony name is Stormy. Would you like for me to give you a pony name too?” I stamped my hoof boot once in the dirt. “What should your pony name be? You are such a stunning mare aren’t you? You’re so exotic looking with such beautiful eyes and that long silky mane of yours. I know! Your pony name can be ‘Beauty’. Do you like that?”

I raised my leg and firmly plunked it on the ground once. “Then it’s all settled, you’re Beauty, my gorgeous little ponygirl,” she said with an air of pride. “Maybe one day you’ll get a custom bridle of your own with your name on it. One last lesson,” She said as she grabbed hold of my reins once more. “When a pony walks, with every step he or she raises each leg up to a ninety degree angle and then lowers it directly to the ground. Go ahead and give it a try.”

She led me around beside the barn and I worked hard to maintain my balance on the hoof boots while lifting my legs, walking in circles for what seemed like an eternity. “Very Good!” She exclaimed with joy upon seeing that I was finally beginning to walk like a proper ponygirl. “You are such a good mare, I’m so proud of you!” Waves of pleasure cascaded through my body as I basked in Mistress Anna’s praise.

The slender dominant led me back to the front of the barn and tied my reins off to a hitching post. “Are you ready to meet Stormy?” She asked as she gently stroked my soft cheek with the back of her small hand. I stomped my hoof boot to the floor once and she walked around to the other side to get the ponyboy. I stood silent for a while, enjoying the warmth of the sun on my satin skin, the breeze gently blowing in my hair and the smell of the grass and the trees that filled my nose. Despite the plethora of restraints that held my nimble body in place, I hadn’t felt this free and happy since I could remember.

It wasn’t long before I heard a clopping of hoof boots, similar to my own. I turned my head and saw Mistress Anna moving toward me with her husband Bryan, now Stormy, in tow by the reins attached to his bridle. He was outfitted in a manner similar to me, a harness befitting the male form, a tight arm binder, bit and bridle with the name “Stormy” stitched along the top and of course a tail no doubt connected to an anal intruder not unlike the one that stretched and filled my own rectum. His large cock was semi-flaccid and swung freely between his legs, bobbing about with each high step. He was indeed a beautiful stallion and as a mare, I couldn’t help but find the arousal between my legs grow as a result of the magnificent sight of him.

As Stormy caught sight of me tied off and tacked as I was, I could see how excited I made him as his large member began to twitch and slowly stiffen.

Behind them trudged my Master who upon seeing where I was hitched, quickened his pace to inspect me. “She’s such a beautiful mare, isn’t she Arnie?” Anna asked as she tied Stormy’s reins to the same hitching post that I was secured to.

Master nodded as his fat fingers slid over the collection of straps and buckles, feeling how they pressed against my soft skin and admiring the erotic display that my body had become.

“So let’s go tour the property shall we?” She exclaimed as she gave Stormy’s exposed ass a slap and untied his reins, leading him to a cart by the side of the barn and securing his harness in place. She returned to lead me by my reins to the cart as well with my Master following behind. I was certain that I was giving him a good show of the movement of my rear as I lifted each leg high with every step. Upon reaching the cart, Mistress strapped me in next to Stormy. He looked over and smiled at me. I looked up at him and his demeanor helped calm my nerves about this new experience that I was embarking on. Mistress Anna climbed up onto the cart and raised her whip into the air.

“Hey, wait for me!” Master shouted as he grabbed a hold of the side of the cart, attempting with futility to pull his large frame on to the vehicle.

“Oh Arnie honey, you’re so sweet, but I’m afraid our ponies simply won’t be able to pull your weight. We don’t want to strain your pretty little slave girl now do we? You’ll just have to stay here. There’s a refrigerator in the barn with some refreshments, help yourself. Don’t worry, we won’t be gone long.”

Master’s mouth was agape as he readied himself to protest, but Mistress Anna flicked the whip into the air with a single loud crack and yelled “Go Ponies! On Stormy! On Beauty!”

I dug my hoof boots into the ground and pulled hard but the cart began moving with surprising ease. No doubt Stormy’s strength and experience were doing most of the heavy work. As the cart rumbled down the track, Master’s hand slipped off the sideboard and he was left standing frustrated in the middle of the dirt road surrounded by a brown cloud of dust.

Chapter Fifteen: Letting Nature Take its Course

The property was huge and as much as I enjoyed nature and my outdoor surroundings, I hadn’t done much cardio exercise in months and it wasn’t long before I found my heart beating wildly and a thin sheen of glistening sweat had formed on my smooth skin. I took deep breaths through my nose, inhaling the scent of the nearby honeysuckle as I raised my slender legs high and lowered them to the ground, my hoof boots clopping on the dirt track in near unison with the steps of the ponyboy next to me. I wished that I could look at him but the blinders kept my eyes focused directly ahead and the tight reins on my bridle ensured that Mistress Anna controlled me completely. I thought of how Stormy and I were bound so similarly and I wondered what his large member might feel like inside me. My pussy tingled with arousal as my mind drifted off into a sexual escapade of arousal.

“Whoa Stormy! Whoa Beauty!” Anna shouted as she flicked her whip in the air twice and pulled hard on my reins. We slowly came to a halt next to a field surrounded by a wooden fence. Anna climbed off the cart with a water bottle and faced me, pressing the nozzle over my bit and squirting some of the refreshing liquid into my mouth. I greedily swallowed and stomped my hoof boot, hoping the Mistress would understand my request for more. Another long squirt into my mouth and she moved on to Stormy, providing his muscled body with some well deserved refreshment as well.

“Do you want to be unhitched and play in the field for a little while, Stormy?” Anna asked her ponyboy husband. I heard a single clomp of his hoof boot before Anna approached me and gently stroked my soft cheek with her delicate hand. “How about you Beauty, would you like to play with Stormy in the field?” I smacked my hoof boot to the ground once. “Then it’s settled, go have fun my ponies,” she said as she unclipped my harness from the cart and moved to Stormy to release him.

Stormy stomped his hoof boot once on the ground, ran past the fence into the field and waited for me to follow. I ran toward him, my legs rising high, the bells on my erect pink nipples ringing loudly as my tits bounced and jiggled with each clomping step. As I neared him he ran further into the field and I followed until we were surrounded by wildflowers. Fat yellow and black bumble bees hovered as they diligently gathered sweet nectar and Stormy and I took turns chasing each other through the tall grass. The way his muscles rippled as he ran and the smoothness of his gleaming skin made me feel flush and hot. My eyes focused on how stiff the impressive cock between his legs was as it bobbed and moved about with each step and I knew that my bound little body was exciting him greatly. We were one with nature; two beasts running through the fields in an erotic playful dance of lust. I lost all track of time as my entire world became enveloped in the beauty of the land that I had become a part of.

Stormy would run up behind me in an attempt to push his cock into my dripping sex; however the strap that was pulled tightly between my legs prevented any insertion. I would run away in a teasing manner, my hoof boots clopping softly on the carpet of green flora as I gracefully galloped, swaying my hips and swishing my tail taunting the stallion with my little body which oozed sexuality. He would catch up and again push his erect cock between my slender legs, making his desire clear; a desire that we both shared.

Mistress Anna was leaning against the worn wooden fence enjoying the sight of her animals frolicking. She flicked her whip in the air with a loud crack and called out “Come Stormy, come Beauty!” We trotted together to the fence where Anna provided us with more water and gently stroked both of our sweat coated bodies. Stormy continued to push his stiff member between my toned legs even as we stood in front of our Mistress.

“Stormy looks like he wants to mount you my pretty little mare,” she said as her fingers danced over my highly sensitive nipples, her touch activating the nerve endings in my pink buds sending tingles through my responsive body in waves. “Does my pretty ponygirl want to be mounted?” I stomped my hoof boot on the ground one time, the throbbing ache between my legs making it clear that my moist pink flesh was desperate for attention.

As she unbuckled the strap between my legs I felt the coolness of the air against my receptive slit. Mistress Anna pushed on the small of my back and held my shoulders, bending me over to give Stormy unhindered access to the wet fuck hole that was the center of my world. She grasped his sizable cock in her small hands and helped guide it into position. I felt the head push against my pink flesh, slowly entering me, stretching my vaginal walls as it crept deeper inside my body before sliding back and drilling further in. Anna held my little body steady as Stormy pumped in and out, pushing harder and faster, deeper and longer until I could feel his cock pushing against the entrance to my cervix.

The attractive blonde dominatrix held my shoulders with one hand as her other ventured between my legs, gently teasing my clit. “Does my mare like Stormy’s cock inside her?” She asked as her fingers played with my pink flesh, forcing my clit to swell past its pierced hood. I stamped my hoof boot on the ground once and my Mistress displayed a bright smile. “That’s it Beauty, take Stormy’s cock inside you.”

Stormy’s manhood was stretching and filling me as I used my vaginal muscles to milk him with every ounce of strength I possessed. My head was blanketed in a foggy mist of arousal. All I could focus on was the pleasure that my little body was receiving at the hands of the monster between Stormy’s legs.

“That’s a good Beauty, take his cock. Take it deep inside you my little mare,” Anna said as her slender fingers danced on my pubic mound. “Stormy’s going to put a foal in you, my needy little ponygirl. We’re going to breed you like the animal you are.” I could barely focus on her words as Stormy continued to pound away at me from behind sending the little silver bells that dangled from my nipple rings into a melodic jingle with each thrust. Mistress Anna’s hand moved up to my belly where she rubbed in small circles. “Soon you’ll be carrying Stormy’s foal. What a perfect little breeding mare you are. I knew from the moment I saw you that you and Stormy should mate.”

Stormy began to grunt and I could feel his cock twitching and pulsing inside of me. “My stallion is about to cum inside you Beauty. Do you want to cum too?”

I stamped my hoof boot hard against the ground beneath me. “You have permission to cum my beautiful ponygirl.” Upon hearing her words I relaxed my little body and let everything flow from me. All the emotions burst from within my lithe frame and I was gripped by a powerful orgasm that washed over me until my legs quivered and my body shook. I felt light headed but Mistress Anna continued to support my body. I breathed heavily through my gag, my saliva dripping and spraying as large beads of sweat dripped down my face and body. I was so covered in moisture it was as if I had just stepped out of a shower and my satin skin glistened in the sun. Stormy let out a loud series of grunts as his hips pounded against me hard. His cock pulsed inside of me as he sprayed his gooey semen deep into my womb.

“That’s a good Beauty, let Stormy’s seed create a foal inside you.”

Stormy stayed inside of me for several minutes until his organ had softened enough to slip out of my slick hole, dragging with it a steady stream of sticky white cum. We breathed heavily in unison as we recovered together and Mistress Anna slowly stroked Stormy’s chest with one hand while tenderly squeezed my right udder with the other. I felt perfectly fulfilled and completely satisfied. I had served my purpose as a breeding mare in the most natural way possible and I knew it was right.

Our Mistress hitched us back to the cart, gave us some more water and climbed aboard before cracking her whip in the air. “Go Stormy! Go Beauty! Back to the barn!” My hoof boots dug once more into the dirt track and my harness tightened as the weight of the cart pulled on it. We trotted with me taking care to step high with each stride back to where I saw my Master sitting on the bench awaiting our return. “Whoa Stormy! Whoa Beauty!” Mistress Anna called as she cracked the whip in the air twice and pulled hard on my reins, forcing the bit to push against the corners of my mouth with even more force.

She climbed off the cart and began to unhitch me as my Master strode toward us. He was red faced and breathing heavily, his fists clenched with rage. “You know I don’t appreciate you leaving me behind like that!” He exclaimed as he neared us.

Anna unclipped my harness from the cart and grabbed my reins, tugging me forward. “I’m so sorry Aiden, I thought I explained to you about the weight issue, really I didn’t mean to offend you,” she replied calmly.

“It’s Arnie!” He yelled back angrily as he noticed the streams of cock milk that had escaped from my fuck tunnel during the run back to the barn and now coated my toned legs. “You let your husband fuck my cunt? You fucked it without my permission! You don’t fuck a slave without its owner’s permission! What the fuck is wrong with you people?”

The dominatrix nodded and calmly answered “I understand completely. You seem upset and that was certainly not my intention, so let me get the tack off of your girl and then you’re welcome to leave. Does that suit?”

My Master kicked the dirt in an angry huff. The damage had been done and there was nothing he could do to change that. “Yeah, get her out of that stuff and then we’re leaving. This was a mistake!”

The beautiful blonde Mistress pulled gently on my reins leading me back to the tack room. She unlocked and removed my arm binder sending my numb arms flopping to my sides. Anna tenderly rubbed them to get the circulation flowing again before unbuckling my bridle, removing my bit gag and then unfastening the harness that had held my body captive. I truly felt bare in the absence of the devices but I was proud to be like this in my natural state. The petite dominant bent down to help me out of the hoof boots and strapped my stripper heels back on to my small feet. Finally she grasped my tail plug with one hand while holding my tummy with the other. She twisted the plug back and forth, pulling steadily until it came out of me, leaving my anus gaping open, ready for my regular jeweled princess plug to be forced deep inside my rectum.

She stroked my face lovingly and leaned forward gently pressing her warm mouth to mine. I felt her tongue slide along my lips, coating them in her sticky sweet saliva before pushing into my mouth where it flickered against my own tongue. I reveled in our passionate kiss until she pulled back, a single strand of clear saliva connecting our mouths. “You are an incredible delight Beauty and you are an amazing ponygirl. Between us girls, if you ever decide to leave that so-called Master of yours, you would always be welcome in our stable. I would be overwhelmed to own a mare like you and I know Bryan would love to have you as well.”

Mistress Anna was so beautiful and kind. She truly made me feel good and I wanted so badly to remain with her longer, but I knew it wasn’t meant to be, for I was already an owned creature. “Thank you Mistress Anna. The Cunt enjoyed its time with you both today.”

“You’re not the Cunt when you’re with me my sweet mare, you’re Beauty. And all that talk about putting a foal in your womb was just part of the role play. It gets both Bryan and I excited to speak that way. He has a low sperm count which is why he hasn’t filled me with babies yet, so you don’t have to worry about getting pregnant.”

I smiled and nodded, feeling the warmth and love from the woman who stood in front of me. She escorted me out of the tack room and walked me to the passenger side of the car, giving me a tight hug that squished my exposed udders into her corset. “I’ll say goodbye to Stormy for you, I may go ahead and have him give me another cart ride before we call it a day. Be good Beauty.”

Master trudged to his vehicle and furiously flung open the car door. As he positioned his obese form into the seat, his breathing was heavy and he gripped the steering wheel hard as he fumed. We proceeded down the gravel driveway and turned on to the highway, driving in silence for several minutes before he turned to me and yelled “You are not Beauty, you are the Cunt. You have always been the Cunt and you will always be the Cunt. Do you understand?”

I quickly nodded “yes Master, it is the Cunt and it is proud to be owned by Master. It hopes its Master doesn’t blame the Cunt for what happened today.”

Master took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down. He gazed at my naked little body, my legs obediently spread wide and he used a chubby finger to brush an errant strand of long black hair from in front of my crystal blue eyes. “I know it wasn’t your fault. It was those…those bad people who took advantage of you. I should have been a better Master and stayed with you.”

His hand once again came to rest on my inner thigh, gently rubbing the silky skin that resided so close to the moist pink flesh between my legs that was spread and on display and once again I embraced the joy of my Master’s touch on my skin.

Continued in Trapped, Trained and Twisted Pt. 08

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A strange man, and a strange watch with a strange power…

The Man in the Gray Suit – The Watch

Just as David was finishing up washing his dinner dishes, his sister, Kate, snuck up behind him and dumped hers in the sink. “Wash mine too,” she said.
“What?” fifteen-year-old David asked. “Do your own fucking dishes!”
“David,” came their mother’s rising inflection of warning from the other room, “what have I told you about the cuss words?”
Oh shit, thought David. “But, Mom, Kate-“
“I don’t care what Kate did,” rumbled the deep baritone of their dad. “For that, you’ll wash her dishes, too.”
Kate smirked at him and left the kitchen, while David shot his most withering glare at her retreating back. He turned back, growled into the running water, and started scrubbing.
After a moment, his younger sister, Melissa, always the slowest eater, trotted into the kitchen, bearing her dishes. Glancing out the doorway, she pitched her voice low and said, “That wasn’t very fair.”
David sighed, and gave his sister a halfhearted smile. The three siblings were only two years apart from the next, but it seemed to David, the middle child, that his elder sister was far too much of a bitch to just be seventeen, and Melissa, at thirteen, was a little on the na? side.
He studied her: slim, her bright blonde hair bound up in a single braid, her sympathetic eyes behind round glasses that seemed just a little too big for her face. “No,” he finally said, seizing the bottle of dish soap, “no it wasn’t.”
“I don’t like it when she’s mean to you,” Melissa said.
“Well, I don’t like it when she’s mean to you, Munchkin,” he said, genuinely smiling, now. “So I guess that makes us even.” Melissa giggled; she always did when he called her Munchkin.
David nodded towards the plates and glass in his little sister’s hands. “You want me to get those?”
“Oh, no, I can wash my own,” she declared.
David shrugged. “Nah, you might as well; I’m doing all these already.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, go on, get outta here,” he said playfully, and brandished the sprayer in her direction. Melissa dropped the dishes on the counter and squealed, running from the kitchen, but she laughed as she did it.
David sighed, and returned to the sink.

Kate, David thought for the hundredth time just that day, as he stared at his own reflection while brushing his teeth, was a bitch.
The dishes earlier that evening had simply been the latest in a long, long line of unprovoked aggression his sister had waged against him for years. He had no idea what he’d done to deserve such treatment, but he was more than tired of it. One of these days, he was going to-
There was a loud pounding at the bathroom door. “Jeez, David, get out of there!” Kate yelled. “I swear, you’re such a girl when you’re in the bathroom!”
David wondered just what that was supposed to mean when it was a girl saying it, especially one who spent much, much longer in the bathroom than any other member of the household, but otherwise ignored her. He leisurely finished brushing his teeth, and stood back from the mirror a bit and studied his shirtless image. He wasn’t bad looking, and the minor exercises he’d been doing for the past few months were beginning to pay off – there was definitely some tone in his arms that hadn’t been there before, and his stomach, while not a washboard, was at least flat. He flexed a little, and made faces, until Kate started pounding on the door again.
“David, come on!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he said, unlocking the door and brushing past his fuming sister.
“Ugh, put some clothes on,” she spat, before ducking into the bathroom and slamming the door closed. David rolled his eyes; that was normal enough to be only mildly irritating. He wore only his boxers and a pair of plaid pajama pants to bed every night, and Kate never failed to make some sort of comment about it.
He made his way to his room and shut the door, and wearily fell onto his unmade bed. At least it was Friday night, he thought. Tomorrow he could sleep in, and have the whole weekend to goof off.
He turned off the lamp and pulled the covers up. As tired as he was, he found he couldn’t sleep. He lay there, his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling for what felt like a long time.
Kate made him so angry. He couldn’t understand why she treated him like such shit. And what was up with Mom and Dad taking her side earlier? It was so unfair!
The worst part about it was that he didn’t know anything he could do to change things.
Someday, he thought. Someday…

“Good evening, David.”
David blinked and jerked upright, feeling as if he’d been daydreaming. He was sitting in a chair – a comfortable one – and there was… nothing, all around him. Total blackness surrounded him. Where the hell was he?
Before him, a thin white line appeared from the floor, shooting up and then branching off into two right angles. These lines turned back downwards, forming two long rectangles. Then the line in the middle expanded, like a sliding door opening. The light behind the door was white, blindingly so; David held up a hand before his face. Silhouetted in the doorway was the figure of a man.
“What the… who’s there?” David asked.
The doorway closed, and though there was no light source that David could see, he nevertheless could quite clearly see the man before him. He was… plain. There was no other way to describe him. Short, dark, slick hair combed to perfection, dark eyes, and a thoroughly uninteresting face. He was neither good-looking nor ugly; instead, he had the sort of face one would instantly forget the moment it was beyond one’s field of vision. He was dressed in a plain but immaculately-kept gray suit. His arms were crossed in front of him, and his hands held the handle to a small, black briefcase.
“Good evening, David,” he said, and David realized this was the voice he’d heard before. He pronounced his words oddly, like he wasn’t used to speaking English, and he put pauses and inflections in all in the wrong places. “I have come to offer you a gift.”
“What?” David shook his head. “Look, where the hell am I? Who are you?” He tried to get up out of the chair, but his body would not respond.
The man in the gray suit smiled. “I have come to offer you a gift,” he repeated, and held up the briefcase. “What would you say this is?”
David heard the locks pop, and the case opened. Inside was…
“My watch?”
“It is made to appear so,” said the man in the gray suit. “But this is no ordinary watch. Wear it, and your will shall be imposed upon others. Their actions will be to you as malleable as clay.”
“What? I don’t understa-“
“Good evening, David.”

David jerked straight upright in bed, gasping. What the hell? He looked around; he was in his bedroom. Everything looked normal. It had all been a weird dream.
Except there, on his desk, next to his wallet, was a small, gray box – the exact same gray as the man’s suit had been. With shaking hands, David reached out and picked it up. It had a hinge along one side, like a jewelry box.
Inside was his watch.
David started to freak out, a little. What the hell was going on?
But as David studied the watch, he noticed that it wasn’t really his. His watch, his normal watch, was a big, clunky sports watch with all sorts of timer and alarm functions. But what he held in his hands was not his watch. Oh, it was close enough – very close, in fact – but there were subtle differences. Scratches were in the wrong place. The colors were ever so subtly different. Light didn’t reflect off its surface the way it was supposed to.
Well, since he didn’t see his actual watch anywhere, he decided to put it on anyway. It still showed the time. And besides, he smelled bacon coming from downstairs.
He tossed on a shirt and bounded down the steps. His dad, heavyset and with thick glasses, sat at the table, reading the paper and nursing a glass of orange juice. “Morning, son,” he said, nodding his direction.
“Mornin’, Dad.”
“You’re the last one up today,” his dad said. “Your sisters have already eaten.”
“Really?” Usually David was up with everyone else.
“Yeah. You feeling okay? Not getting sick, are you?”
David shook his head. “No, I was just…” He shook his head again. “I was just having a really weird dream.”
He trotted into the kitchen, where his mother greeted him with a kiss on the forehead. “Good morning, David,” she said.
David received the kiss woodenly. His mom was wearing her silk robe this morning, and it always made David a little uncomfortable. Not only did it fall only to her mid-thigh, but it revealed far too much of her cleavage than David thought it should. Where Dad had let himself go in recent years, Mom diligently kept up with her regular workouts, and it showed. Mother or not, David was a teenage boy, and she was attractive woman. She had shoulder-length hair with a natural tight, frizzy sort of curl, bright green eyes, and, he had to admit, a tight, curvy body. When she wore tight or revealing outfits, or especially the silk robe, David found his eyes drifting to places on her body they shouldn’t be going – her legs, her tits, her ass.
He forced his gaze away, tried not to stare.
“Bacon and eggs?” Mom offered, perfectly normally.
“Yes please.”
David took his loaded plate to the table and ate to the occasional sound of his dad turning the page. He found his eyes riveted to his watch as he finished.
He wondered – could it possibly work?
“Hey Dad,” he said, still looking at the watch. “You done with the paper?”
“Just about, why?”
David looked his father in the eye. “Tear it in half.”
He did so, straight-faced, with absolutely no hesitation.
David blinked. No way! “Again,” he said, and watched in amazement as his dad obeyed. “Again! Tear it to pieces!” Soon, tiny little newspaper bits littered the table and floor.
David decided to try something tougher. “You know, I don’t really like being told not to cuss. From now on, I want you to just accept it, okay?”
“Okay, son,” his dad responded, a little robotically, but otherwise in a normal tone of voice.
“Okay?” David leaned forward a little, and said, clearly, “Damn.”
Nothing.
A manic little laugh bubbled up from David’s throat. “No way! Okay, okay, okay. Shit.” Still nothing. “Ass. Dick.” His father continued to stare at him blankly.
This time, David’s laugh was louder. “I can’t believe it!” He was grinning; his head felt light. “So… you don’t even mind if I say fuck?”
“No, son.”
“Really? Not even fuck? You won’t mind if I say fuck from now on. You won’t mind if I say fucking. You won’t mind if I talk about fucking.”
“No, son.”
“You won’t even mind if I talk about bending some girl over this very table, putting my dick in her pussy, and fucking her over and over again?”
“Of course not, son.”
David caught a glimpse of his mom in the other room, and struggled to lower his voice. “No matter who it is? What if I said I wanted to fuck Mom?”
“That’s fine.”
“What!” David couldn’t keep it in anymore; he laughed long and hard and loud. “No freaking way! Yeah, she’s a hot little piece of ass, isn’t she?” he said wildly, sarcastically. “Wouldn’t mind if I fucked her every once and a while, huh? You don’t mind sharing? Don’t mind if I show her a real good time now and then?”
“No.”
“What are you guys talking about in here?” Mom had come through the doorway, her own plate in hand.
David couldn’t take it anymore. He got up from the table, laughing hysterically. “Oh, not much, Mom. Here – Dad, why don’t you tell Mom what we were just talking about, huh? About our little ‘arrangement’? Listen to what he says, Mom, you’ll love it!” He tossed back his head and laughed at the absurdity of it all, heading out of the dining room. Mom was going to be so pissed.
David rushed back upstairs into his room and shut the door, where he cried out, “Yes!” and jumped up and down. It worked! The watch worked! He couldn’t believe it: the man in the gray suit had given him some sort of mind-control device!
He forced himself to calm down. He had to think: how could he use this? What would be the best way?
And then, all at once, he had his idea. He grinned like a maniac.
He sat in his room for a while, planning. His parents had said they had errands to run today, which meant that soon, he and his sisters would have the house to themselves. He waited just long enough to hear the front door close and the car start and pull away before opening his door and heading down the hallway. Without bothering to knock, he threw open his sister Kate’s door.
“What the fuck, David!” Kate screeched. She’d been sitting at her desk with her school algebra book open. “Get out! Don’t you dare-“
“Shut up,” said David simply.
And she did.
David, grinning, took an enormous breath of air and released it. This was going to be good.
“Oh, I’ve been waiting years for a chance like this,” David said. “Stand up. Turn around so I can see you.
Kate rose and looked at him, blankly. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“You know, you’ve been the biggest bitch to me for years, Kate. Made fun of me. Insulted me. Treated me like shit.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Well, it ends today.”
“Yes, David.”
“You’re going to be a whole lot nicer to me from now on. But first!” He chuckled. “But first… you’re going to pay me back for all the years of crap you’ve put me through.” He squared his shoulders. “I want you to feel as humiliated as you made me feel.
Start taking off your clothes. Right now.”
Kate didn’t hesitate, didn’t change expression or even bat an eye. Calmly, quietly, she crossed her arms in front of her and pulled off her shirt, and tossed it casually to the floor. Then, she unbuttoned her tight, tight jeans, and fairly peeled them down off her legs, and stepped out of them.
“Stop,” said David.
Kate stood there clad only in her underwear: the bra was plain enough, black and unadorned, but her panties…! David leered, smirking. Between his sister’s legs was the tiniest of black triangles, lacy and see-through, and held on with the thinnest of strings that arced gracefully up around her hips.
“Why you little slut,” David said, walking a full circle around his sister, his eyes glued to the tiny panties. “That’s such a sexy thing to be wearing; only sluts wear things like that.” He put his face close to hers. “Is that what you are? A slut?”
“Yes.”
He sneered victoriously, and strolled over to her bed and sat down. “I want you to dance for me. Show me just how slutty you are.”
Kate immediately complied. She began swaying, slowly, raising her arms up above her head and twisting in a slow circle.
Despite himself, David found himself staring. He’d never seen anyone dance like this before. The way her hips swayed and rolled was highly suggestive, and it wasn’t long before David felt his cock stirring to life.
What the fuck? he thought. I’ve got a hard-on for my sister?
He watched for a few more moments, feeling like the temperature in the room had raised a few degrees. “Lose the bra,” he said. Kate reached up and instantly unfastened it, and simply let it drop to the floor, and kept dancing. “Good,” he said, his voice a little raspy. “Now the panties.” She slid them down, working them back and forth a couple times, and then they, too, dropped to the floor.
David’s cock strained against his pajama pants. “Stop dancing,” he gasped, and stood up.
Kate was… definitely her mother’s daughter. She’d hid it well behind a wall of angry moods and insults, and it burned David’s brain just to think it, but his sister was actually kind of hot. Her hair was long and brown, and her skin was slightly bronzed. Her breasts were big, round things and bore dark red nipples. Her waist curved inward, only to expand sharply with wide, rolling hips and then taper back into smooth, long legs.
His gaze traveled up to the top of her thighs – there was no hair there. His sister was shaved completely bald; her bare slit peeked out at him.
David stood, and walked over to her. “Stand still,” he commanded. He reached out with one hand, and placed it hesitantly on her stomach. When she didn’t flinch or even so much as blink, he slowly drifted his hand up. With one finger, he traced the curve of her breast, made little circles around her nipple.
With the other hand, with his middle two fingers, he lightly grazed her lower abdomen, descended boldly southward and felt her slightly puffy pussy lips gently resist his touch.
David swallowed, and looked his sister straight in the eye. “You’re horny,” he said. “I want you to feel more aroused than you ever have in your life.”
The reaction was instant. Kate immediately sucked in a breath with a gasping moan, and David watched – literally watched – her nipples go from flat to pointing straight out in about a second. Under his fingers, he felt her pussy lips begin to part, ever so slightly.
David stepped back, looking at her, suddenly remembering what he was doing. This was Kate, for God’s sake! She’d treated him like garbage for almost as long as he could remember! He wanted to humiliate her, not turn her on!
But turned on she was – and for that matter, so was he. He was having the nastiest, dirtiest thoughts about his sister; it was hard not to, seeing her like this.
David grinned. Ah. Of course. There it was. The ultimate humiliation.
“Okay, Kate,” he said, “here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to take off my clothes. And it’s going to turn you on even more. And you’re going to follow my every command, you understand?”
“Yes,” said Kate, and then her hands were on him, stripping off his shirt, urgently pulling apart the drawstring knot on his pants and yanking them down around his ankles. She fairly ripped off his boxers, and by the time she did, she was gasping. His thick cock was rock hard, standing up tall and proud away from his body.
“Take my dick in your hand,” said David, and he shivered with guilty pleasure as she did. “Stroke it.” He closed his eyes and sighed. This was so wrong, but it felt so good. Besides, she deserved it.
David stopped her, then went back over to the bed and sat down. “Come over here,” he beckoned. “Get on your knees.” He reached out and took a fistful of her hair at the top of her head.
“Now suck it,” he ordered. “Give me the best goddamn blowjob in the world.”
Kate leapt to it, immediately taking his dick into her mouth and swallowing it. Her tongue slid up and down the shaft, her lips kissed and suckled. Two fingers of one hand wrapped around the base, pumping up and down in time with her bobbing head, the other hand grabbed hold of his scrotum and massaged, gently, his balls.
“Ohh, fuck!” David cried out. “Oh, yeah, that’s good, you little slut. Harder. Yeah, that’s right, give it to me harder.”
“What’s going on in- Oh God!”
David’s eyes snapped up – there in the doorway stood Melissa, her eyes wide in shock and curiosity. “What’re you guys doing?”
David groped for words, but then, he remembered the watch. Hell, he’d gone this far. He might as well just go with it, and if she raised a fuss, he could just command her to forget she ever saw it!
“Nothing,” he answered, not bothering to stop Kate, acting as if this were perfectly natural behavior. “Kate’s just being a little nicer to me today, is all.”
Melissa looked doubtful. “Why are you naked? Are you guys having…” her voice dropped, “…sex?”
He groaned at Kate’s ministrations, and finally had to say, “Okay, Kate, stop. Yes, Melissa,” he said, trying to control his breathing, “we’re having sex. Oral sex, to be precise.” He ran the back of his hand down Kate’s cheek. “I convinced Kate that she was being a real bitch to me, and she decided to make it up to me. Isn’t that right, Kate?”
“That’s right.”
“They told us about it a little in school,” said Melissa, “but I’ve never seen it. I…” She suddenly seemed to remember what she was doing. “Oh, God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt! I’ll go, I just-”
“Melissa, stop,” David said, and his little sister halted in her tracks. “I can tell you want to… learn a thing or two. We’ll let you watch, if you want. In fact… I think Kate might want to make some things up to you, too. Don’t you, Kate?” He shrugged at Melissa, feigning nonchalance. “I mean, if you want to, you don’t have to…”
“Oh! Uh… that’s okay, um…” She started to back away again.
David hated himself a little for this, but he wasn’t done with Kate, and he felt Melissa should get a little something for all the years Kate had treated her like garbage, too. “Melissa, stop,” he commanded. “Tell the truth. You want to join in, don’t you?”
Melissa swallowed. “Yes,” she said.
“The thought of having sex with your big brother and sister makes you horny, doesn’t it?”
Melissa just nodded.
Well, there it was; he’d told her to be honest. The thought of totally controlling his little sister’s mind didn’t sit so well with David, but at least he could control it enough to make her tell him the truth – at least, he thought that’s what he was doing. If she’d said she hadn’t wanted to join in, he would have told her to go back to her room and forget all about it.
But now, David’s mind was filling with more perverted thoughts. Kate was really going to get it.
“Well, you can’t join in unless you’re naked,” said David cheerfully. “Why don’t you drop your clothes and come on over here?”
“O-okay,” Melissa said.
She unbuckled her overalls and let them fall to the floor, and then stuck her arms back through the sleeves of her shirt, and lifted it over her head. She stood there in plain pink cotton panties for a moment, hesitating.
“Kate,” said David, “our little sis is nervous; tell her how much fun it is to have sex with your brother.”
“It’s great, Melissa,” Kate said in a sultry voice. “Don’t be shy. I promise you’ll like it.”
Melissa nodded, took her panties off, and approached wearing nothing but her glasses. David let his eyes flick up and down her body – it was rail-thin, hardly curvy at all. Her breasts were only barely-developed buds and her legs still hadn’t totally lost all her baby fat, but there was just a little fine fuzz of hair between them. She came over and knelt on the bed next to her brother.
David took his still-stiff cock in one hand and showed it to his little sister. “Ever seen one of these before?”
She shook her head. “Only in our science book.”
“Then you know it goes inside a girl’s pussy.”
She frowned. “You mean a girl’s vagina?”
“There are lots of names for it,” he conceded. “Anyway, that’s what regular sex is, when a boy puts his penis inside a vagina, but there are lots of other things people do to have fun.”
“Like what Kate was doing before?”
“Exactly. She was sucking my cock; giving me oral sex. And it doesn’t even have to be a boy and a girl; two girls can do things to each other, or two guys, or more. Like right now, we’re going to have a real good time, all three of us.”
“It’ll feel really good,” Kate chimed in. “It’ll feel so good, and then your whole body will explode with pleasure; it’s called an orgasm.”
“Or ‘coming,’” David supplied.
Melissa smiled and looked excited. “Okay, so what do we do?”
“How about… you sit like I was, with your legs open. Yes, just like that. Now Kate, why don’t you show Melissa what it feels like to have her pussy eaten out?”
Kate wasted no time. She leaned forward, kissing her younger sister up and down her legs, and all in between, and gently parted the tiny lips apart with her fingers. Then, she began probing inside with her tongue.
“Ooooh, wow,” Melissa moaned. “That feels really good, Kate.”
“You see?” David asked.
“Mmm-hmm!” Melissa’s eyes slid closed, and she bit her lip. “But – oh! – but what about you, David?” she asked. “Do you want me to… suck your cock?”
The thought of her young, inexperienced mouth around his cock made it twitch in anticipation, but David said, “No; you just have fun with what your sister’s doing. I’ve got something else in mind.”
“Okay,” she gasped, and turned all her attention elsewhere.
David stood up, and walked around behind his older sister. “Stand up, Kate, but keep doing what you’re doing to Melissa.” When she’d gathered her legs underneath her, Kate’s nice, round ass stuck straight out towards him. David gave it a good smack. “Good. Now spread ‘em.” Kate shifted her feet obediently; there was her pussy, wet and open and practically begging for him.
David placed the tip of his cock at the entrance, grabbed hold of Kate’s waist, and shoved it in. She gave a sharp cry, muffled by her younger sister’s legs wrapped around her head. David began thrusting his hips forward, hard and fast. The slick wetness of Kate’s pussy was hot and tight around his cock and it felt good. He kept shoving it in, deeper and deeper.
“You like it when I’m inside you?” he demanded. “You like me fucking you, you bitch? You like having your face full of pussy? That’s right, eat your sister’s pussy. Make her come, make her feel good after making her feel so bad.”
Melissa, looking a little confused but willing to play along, said, “Yeah, make me come.”
“That’s right!” David cried. “You tell her!”
Before long, David felt his balls tighten; he fucked his sister faster and faster and faster until, all at once, he shot his load into her.
“Oooooh, fuck yeah,” he said, jerking in spasms as the last of the orgasm drifted away.
“Was that it?” Melissa asked, one eye open. “Did you… ‘come’?”
“That’s right,” David said. “And now…” He hesitated, but, he thought again, he’d gone this far. Thinking about the watch, he said, “Now, I want you to come.”
“Okay, but I doooooooooOOOH God! Oh, Kate, that’s good, keep doing that. Oh God. Aaa. Aaa! Aaaa! Kate… Oh Goooood…!”
David watched his little sister’s whole body violently shake and shiver, and collapse onto the bed. She huffed and gasped for air for a few minutes, and David sank down onto the floor. “Oh, wow,” Melissa finally said, grinning.
“We told you,” said David. “Wasn’t that fun, Kate? Tell me what you thought.”
Kate turned her head with a smile. “That was a lot of fun,” she said. “We’ll all have to be this ‘nice’ to each other more often.”
“Oh yeah?” said David. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, I’ll bet Melissa wants to know what her big brother’s big cock feels like inside her.”
Melissa sat up straighter, eyes wide with excitement. “Yes, please!”
The organ in question, which had only gone partially limp, rose right back up at this. David winked at his little sister.
“And I still want to come,” Kate said. “Will you help me, David?”
David grinned. “Well, sure.”
The girls made David lay on his back on the bed. Kate was helping ease David’s dick into Melissa’s pussy when they suddenly heard, “What on Earth is going on in here!”
The siblings whipped around to see their parents in the open doorway. Dad had his hands on his hips, scowling. Mom looked like she might be sick.
Oh, FUCK, David thought. We’re in such deep shit. Why did I think this would be a good idea anyway? I-
Oh. Wait.
David let his gaze fall to his wrist, to the watch. “This isn’t that big a deal,” David said to them. “Weird, maybe, but we’re just kids being kids.”
The look on their parents’ faces abruptly changed. Now, Dad merely looked speculative, and Mom actually seemed to be taking the scene in with something approaching approval. She smiled, winked at them, and left. Dad looked like he didn’t know what to do for a moment, then sighed, simply said, “Well, just don’t hurt ‘em, son; you and I are kinda big in that area,” while nodding in David’s direction, and shut the door.
Kate turned back, one hand on her chest, and laughed in released anxiety. “I thought we were in such deep shit!” she said.
“Nah,” said David dismissively, and kept his eyes on the watch. “They can be more openminded sometimes than you think. Now c’mon,” he said, lightly slapping Melissa’s leg, “this big thing ain’t gonna ride itself!”
His sisters grinned and dove in.

The next morning, the watch was gone.
David looked everywhere for it, but it and its case had vanished. He stayed in his room for a long time, fearing that everything was now back to normal. But when he finally did come out, everything seemed… just fine. His sisters treated him with playful affection, and his parents didn’t act like anything was wrong. Between the two, David found his life at home to not be that bad after all. The entire family, it seemed, was a little closer.
Things went on like this for more than a week. David clearly remembered having sex with each of his sisters – several times – that day, but he couldn’t quite work up the courage to ask them about it. Do you remember having my dick in your mouth while I licked your pussy? he wanted to ask Melissa. Do you remember me coming all over your tits? he wanted to ask Kate. What the hell was he going to say if they didn’t remember?
For more than a week… nothing happened.
On the following Sunday night, David lay on his bed, shirtless in his pajama pants, reading, when someone knocked on his door. He curled a finger into the book to mark his place and said, “Come in.”
It was his Mom, and she was in her silk robe. David sat up a little straighter.
“Hey, David,” his mom said. “You busy?”
“Not really. What’s up?”
She came and sat down on his bed. “You don’t have school tomorrow, right?”
David shook his head. “No, it’s a teacher inservice day. Why?”
His mom rubbed her palms over her legs and her cheeks colored a little. “Well, you know your dad’s away on business, right?”
“Yeah, you said he’d be gone for a couple of days.”
“Well, I was kinda hoping that you’d come and… keep me company.”
There had been a significant pause before the last three words. David felt his heart racing. “Keep you company? W-w-wha-what do you mean?”
His mom leaned forward and planted a kiss on his collarbone. “Your dad said you two had a talk about it,” she said. “Something about… sharing?”
Listen to what he says, Mom, you’ll love it!
The words came flying back to him in a rush. He’d said that! To her! And he’d been wearing the watch! It hadn’t been just a sarcastic remark to her – she’d taken it as a command!
“Uhh, you, uh, you’re sure?” David stammered. The way she was leaning over, he had a perfect view straight down her cleavage, and his eyes were drawn there like magnets.
“Mmm-hmmmmmm…” his mom hummed against his chest, smiling a little and kissing it some more.
“Oh, I…” He swallowed. “I don’t know…”
“Oh?” She sat up, still smiling that little smile. “Then maybe this will change your mind.”
She stood, pulled the loosely-knotted belt holding the robe closed apart, and shrugged it open, catching the falling material on her arms.
She was completely and totally naked underneath.
David gaped in awe at his own mother’s smoking hot body, all curves and cream-colored skin. Her breasts, big, heavy-looking things, had succumbed just a little to gravity but still stood out proudly from her chest, and there was a thick, wild mass of hair below her navel. Then she pulled the robe closed again – when she did, David could clearly see the shape of her thick, swollen nipples straining against the silk.
“Mmm, looks like something knows a little better than you do,” she said as her gaze wandered down. David looked down and saw the inflating shape of his penis bulging up from under his pants. She leaned down and gave his forehead a kiss, as she had done a thousand times before, except this time, she gave a little tug to the waistband of his pants and said, “Why don’t you go to my room, get in bed, and lose these. You won’t be needing them tonight.”
David blinked up at her. “You’re serious?”
She licked her lips. “Of course. Will it seal the deal if we invite your sisters along?”
David rolled out of bed and onto his feet. “You’re all right with that?”
His mom bit her lower lip. “I’ve never had sex with more than one person at a time before, or with a female, and frankly, from what I saw, you and the girls could use some pointers.” She waggled her eyebrows. “Should be an educational night for all of us.” She swiftly popped his butt with an open hand. “Now get in there.”
David, his head spinning, turned left outside his door while his mother went right. He entered his parent’s open bedroom, sat on the bed, and, after a moment’s hesitation, stripped off his pants and boxers. His cock lay in his lap, partially limp in nervousness.
He heard voices come from down the hallway, wordless chatter, back and forth. An argument broke out, and he was able to make out words as they got closer.
“I want his cock in me first!” said one.
“I called it!” said another.
The three women came into the room – Kate, already naked to the waist, faced off against Melissa, in panties and struggling to get out of her shirt, with their mother a step behind.
“All right, all right,” their mom was saying, “calm down. Now, I think it’s only fair that the first person to have David inside them is the only one of the three of us who so far hasn’t, so step aside.” She parted her daughters and stepped past them, and smoothly slipped out of her robe and let the silk pool onto the floor. David’s dick slowly rose up at the look she gave it.
And then his sisters tackled him. Kate, on his right, wrapped her arms around his and pressed her naked body against him hungrily. “You ready, not-so-little brother?” she asked, licking his ear. Melissa, on his left, placed his hand on the side of her ass. “I’ve been looking forward to this,” she said.
David looked back and forth at them in wonder, and then at his mother, who was climbing on to the bed, one leg on either side of him.
“Okay, girls,” Mom said, “watch and learn.” She reached down and grabbed her son’s thick cock. Winking at him, she added, “You pay attention, too.
“Now – everyone do as I say; it’s going to be a long night.”
And it was.

…And somewhere, the man in the gray suit smiled…

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My wife (now ex-wife) Sonia was an aerobics and yoga instructor. She worked for a small studio in the California mountains. There was also a boutique attached to the studio, where she worked as a salesperson/cashier, selling workout clothes and accessories.

One day, I stopped by her favorite deli and picked up some sandwiches and soup to take by as a surprise (actually, I did this a couple of times a week, so I don’t know how big a surprise it was). When I arrived at the studio, I was the one who was in for the big surprise!

The door was locked and I could see through the window that Sonia wasn’t at the boutique counter. I couldn’t see into the aerobic studio because there was a screen, and the windows were set up high in the wall, about 8 or 9 feet up. I knocked a couple of times; no answer. I decided she might be in the back room doing inventory or cleaning the studio, so I went around to the back of the building where the trash cans were kept, pulled one over underneath the window, climbed up on it and looked in the window…and was treated to an amazing sight.

My wife and another instructor, named Gayle, were standing in the middle of the aerobic floor. Three others, Hope, Robin and Patty, were standing in a semicircle behind them, and Sharon, the owner, was pacing back and forth in front of the group, talking to them and slapping a foot-long, wooden ruler repeatedly against the palm of her hand. What the heck is going on? I thought. It was a warm spring day and the window was cracked, so I could hear, and no one had any idea I was there, thanks to the high windows, so I decided to watch and listen a while. I soon found out what was going on.

My wife and Gayle had worked in the boutique the previous day and shared a cash drawer. The drawer had come up $150.00 short, and no one was sure who had made the mistake.

“I just can’t allow this sort of thing,” Sharon was saying. “You two spend too much time chatting with customers, and with each other, and not enough time paying attention to business. So here I am, $150.00 short, and I don’t even know who is to blame…so I guess you both are! So, I’ll tell you what I’m going to do; I’m going to fire both of you!

My wife spoke up immediately, “Oh, Sharon, please don’t do that; we both need our jobs!”

“Well, you both should have thought of that yesterday, shouldn’t you?” A long pause. “Well, of course, there IS the usual alternative. You could both take long, hard spankings on your bare bottoms, and as long as you do exactly as I tell you, we could let it go at that this time. So what’s your decision?”

The USUAL alternative? I thought. What’s that about?

Then I heard my wife say, in a resigned voice, “OK, I guess I’ll take a spanking.”

“Sonia, you have to ask me for it nicely!” Sharon exclaimed.

“Would you please spank me on my bare bottom, Sharon?” my wife responded immediately.

“What about you, Gayle?” Sharon queried.

Already in tears, Gayle shook her head in the affirmative.

“No, Gayle! Just like Sonia, you have to ask me if you want the deal.”

“P-p-please, will you spank me?” Gayle stuttered.

“Spank you how,” Sharon demanded.

“On my b-b-bare b-b-bottom please,” Gayle sobbed.

“OK,” Sharon said, “then let’s get started. She looked at the other three instructors and said playfully, “I suppose you three want to stay and help!”

This was greeted with nods and smug grins.

“Good! Then why don’t you help these two get naked, and I mean completely naked!”

“Oh, no!” Gayle wailed. “Please, I’ll take my pants down, but not naked, not in front of everyone!”

“The deal was,” Sharon retorted, “that you do exactly as I say. Now are you going to do what I say, or do I fire you?”

“Please, you can’t fire me!” Gayle pleaded. “OK, OK, do whatever you want.”

Sharon and Hope stepped over to my wife and began to undress her. Patty and Robin did the same to Gayle. Their ministrations were accompanied by comments about the women’s bodies as each piece of clothing was removed. Gayle’s substantial, soft breasts and Sonia’s small ones were discussed at some length, and my wife’s firm, athletic bottom was admired by all. In fact, Hope stroked and rubbed Sonia’s naked cheeks and tweaked her nipples erect.

When Gayle and Sonia were completely naked, they stood side by side while Sharon walked a circle around them. “I think there might be a bit too much hair in the way,” she said. “Why don’t you get the stuff out of the locker room, Robin, and we’ll trim them up!”

I watched, fascinated, as Robin returned from the locker room a few moments later with a basin of water, towels and a razor. “You first,” Sharon said to my wife, and Sonia obediently lay down on the floor with a towel under her bottom. In a few minutes, Robin had shaved her pussy smooth and bare. As Gayle received the same treatment, Hope told Sonia to raise her legs up and over until her feet were on either side of her head, a yoga pose Sonia taught in her classes. This had the effect of opening her wide, displaying all of her womanhood, front and back. Hope’s fingers tickled the hairless pussy lips and toyed with Sonia’s bottom hole as well. After Gayle’s shave was complete, she was positioned on her hands and knees and Robin began to fondle her. By this time, Sonia was visibly excited. I could tell that she was watching Robin play with Gayle, and Hope’s fingers were glistening with juice as they moved in and out of Sonia’s pussy. As for me, I was hard as a rock, and things were just getting started.

“OK, let’s get to it!” Sharon exclaimed.

As Sharon moved over in front of Sonia, Hope sat down and put Sonia’s head in her lap. Sonia maintained her yoga position, with her bare feet up over her head. Hope grasped her ankles and spread her legs just a bit more. This virtually immobilized Sonia and stretched her legs and bottom tight. Nothing was left to the imagination. Her pussy and bottom hole were on display for all to see.

Sharon began by slapping Sonia’s cheeks and legs with her hands. Sonia groaned and her flesh took on a rosy hue as Sharon’s hand smacked her. Then, to my amazement, Sharon turned her attention to my wife’s spread pussy, her hand slapping the wet flesh briskly. After each smack, Sharon’s hand lingered, fingers tickling the pink pussy lips and sometimes delving inside. I could see that my wife was now quite aroused, eyes closed, moaning softly, head moving from side to side.

Sharon picked up the ruler and said, “We’ll just finish up with my little helper here!”

The ruler came down on Sonia’s exposed buttocks with a sharp crack, and Sonia yelped in surprise and pain. Nine more times the ruler smacked, four times on her thighs, twice on her smooth pussy and three more times on her buttocks. Now Sonia was crying in earnest.

“Let this be a lesson to you! Be more careful next time!” Sharon exclaimed. “Now, bring Gayle over here. Patty and Robin, who had been fondling Gayle during Sonia’s spanking, helped Gayle to her feet and led the naked woman over to where Sonia was still lying, spread open, with her head in Hope’s lap.

“Sonia has a problem, Gayle,” Sharon said. “Her little puss is all sopping wet. Seems her spanking got her kinda excited. You know what to do!”

Gayle got on her knees and began to lick my wife’s pussy. To my amazement, she even licked and sucked Sonia’s anus as well. Sharon began to spank Gayle’s bottom, as she attended to my wife. Suddenly, Sonia began to groan, her toes clenched, her face got red and she had a shuddering, powerful release.

After Sonia calmed down, Sharon used the ruler on Gayle’s bottom and then ordered Sonia to return the favor. I watched my wife’s tongue bathe Gayle’s womanhood and bottom until Gayle climaxed.

By this time, my cock was twitching and I, too, had an intense, but VERY quiet, orgasm. I climbed down from my perch, got in the car and headed home to get myself cleaned up. As I drove, a question burned in my mind: How long has this been going on? Clearly for some time, because everyone seemed quite familiar with the process. Sonia had never breathed a word to me.

When she got home, I asked Sonia how her day had been. “Oh, fine,” she answered nonchalantly. Then she added, “I DO have a bit of a surprise for you later on tonight!”

I’ll have to pretend to be surprised at the shave job, I thought.

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A hot reporter has one hot interview with the futa-doctor, inspiring her to make a naughty wish to the futa-fairy!

The Futa Fairy – Futa Reporter’s Wicked Wish
Chapter One: Becca’s Hot Interview
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

“Dr. Rita is waiting for you in her office,” the Hispanic nurse said. She had a nametag that read Pita pinned to her lilac scrub top, a bright smile on her face. “Just this way.”

“Lead on,” I said, masking my yawn. I needed to be perky and energetic despite the early hour. The sun wasn’t up. Yes, in late November that wasn’t too early, but still…

My camerawoman didn’t bother hiding her tiredness, Hosannah letting out a loud yawn as she lugged her camera with her. My jaws fought to open, wanting to stretch out into a big, wide exhalation, too. An interview at 6:30 AM meant I had to wake up far, far too early.

We walked through St. Claire Hospital in Lakewood, a small city south of Tacoma and near my own home in Parkland. My employers, Channel 5 News, wanted a report on the miraculous cures Doctor Rita Jones performed. It was a puff piece, something a reporter with half my experience should do.

My heels clicked as I followed Nurse Pita’s brisk pace, my tight pencil skirt whisking about my nylon-clad thighs. My breasts bounced in my low-cut blouse, showing off my assets for the camera. Though I would feign shock and outrage if any one questioned why I wore such daring tops, often with the lacy hints of my bra peeking out, during news broadcast.

It kept me employed, something my twenty-year-old daughter appreciated.

“Here we are,” Pita said, reaching the door and opening it. “She’s waiting for you.”

I had been in many doctor’s offices, small, cramped, a desk with a computer, filing cabinets, a small shelf with reference books, walls covered in anatomical pictures. Dr. Rita’s had nothing unusual in hers save for the young girl kneeling before her, bobbing her head and making slurping sucks.

The sounds of a wet, sloppy blowjob.

“Becca Brittany,” beamed the African-American doctor. She wore light-blue scrub tops, but no bottoms, her ebony face lighting up as she stared at me, white teeth flashing between dark lips. Her hands gripped the black, beaded braids of the girl slurping away. The girl, also Black shook her hips. She wore pleated, schoolgirl skirts, her ebony thighs peeking out the swaying hem. “I’m so glad you could make it so early. But I wanted to show you what makes my cures so special. And I only have it during the night.”

My cheeks went crimson, a strange lust shooting through me. I could see the dark shaft thrusting up into the girl’s bobbing mouth, thick and long, bigger than my ex-husband’s or my current lover’s cock.

Or any of past boyfriends or lovers.

Her breasts jiggled beneath her top as she shifted, her nipples hard points. I swallowed. “I didn’t know you were a shemale, Doctor.”

“I’m not,” she smiled. “I’m a futanari. I have a pussy. My clit just turns into a cock. And you can have your camerawoman set up. I need my fluffer keeping me on the verge of eruption in case we’re needed.” She licked her lips. “My daughter volunteered since it’s Sunday. Isn’t that wonderful of her?”

I arched an eyebrow. “Your…daughter?”

“She’s such a cock-slut for what futa’s are packing,” laughed the doctor. “I think she’d have her mouth attached to my dick all night if she could, but then my girlfriends would get jealous.”

“We would, Doctor,” Pita, the nurse, cooed.

I blinked. They said these things like it was so normal. And…and why did I have a problem with it? So a girl sucked her own futa-mother’s dick? What was the big deal? I bet my daughter would love to suck mine if I had one. She’d kneel before me while I gave a report, her head just out of frame, fluffing my big, throbbing girl-dick.

A heat soaked my panties, my hips wiggling.

“Well, this is different,” Hosannah whispered, unfolding her tripod with quick dexterity. She was a short, curvy woman, her face round with a bold, Jewish nose. In moments, she had her camera mounted, light turned on, pointing at the doctor.

I took a chair, crossing my legs tight, my poor clit aching as I watched young Pattie, who couldn’t be more than eighteen or nineteen, loving her mother’s dick. I shivered, licking my lips. My blonde Jenny would look so cute bobbing her head, sucking on Mommy’s girl-cock, the cameras rolling and…

Such strange thoughts. They infected me as I noticed Pattie’s fingers sliding into her mother’s pussy, pumping in and out of the folds. She truly had both. Her cock looked like it thrust from where her clit should be.

“Here’s your microphone, Dr. Rita,” Hosannah said, her short, brown hair swaying. She leaned over in her tight jeans, her curvy ass pointed right at me. She had the type of rump that jiggled during sex. The type I bet her lovers loved to grab as they fucked her hard.

Flashes of me, my own cock thrusting from my blonde-muffed pussy and ramming into her snatch, made me tremble. The heat swelled in me. The ass wiggled back and forth. She bent over more, working on attaching the lapel mic, her jeans hugging tight to her pussy, the seam of her crotch almost swallowed by her plump pussy.

She often had cameltoes the guys at work loved to stare at.

“There,” Hosannah said. She moved back to her camera aimed at Dr. Rita, we’d film my half later on back at the studio, having me repeat my questions. Then we’d splice it together and you’d never realize I filmed my part hours later. “We’re recording.”

“So, Dr. Rita,” I said, leaning forward, “rumor has it you have found a cure that heals anyone. Some would describe as ‘magic’ and others as a hoax. How did you discover it?”

“I didn’t discover it,” she groaned, her fingers digging into her daughter’s hair, unmistakable pleasure crossing her face. “I was gifted it.”

“Gifted?” I licked my lips. “That sounds…intriguing. So it wasn’t a chemical or a drug?”

“Oh, no, this is wholly magical.” She let out a little whimper, Pattie’s hips wiggling more. She sucked louder, slurping and loving her mother’s girl-dick. “I made a wish, and the futa-fairy answered it.”

“A…fairy?” I couldn’t keep my skepticism out of my words. “Like from Sleeping Beauty or something?”

“Or more like from a Midsummer’s Night Dream,” Dr. Rita moaned. “Her name is Leanan Sidhe, and she made me into a hermaphrodite. What she called a futanari. She gave me a clit that turns into a cock between sunset and sunrise. And my cum heals anyone who touches it. It’s why my daughter’s is fluffing my cock in case an emergency comes in. Then I can have my futa-dick ready to go.”

“So you’re claiming to have magical cum that heals anyone?” I didn’t hide my doubt. This was ridiculous. She worked at a real hospital and said this BS. And yet she had that big, beautiful, ebony shaft buried in her daughter’s hungry mouth.

I licked my lips, my nipples aching in my bra.

“Not claiming. I do heal people. There are plenty of people I’ve helped.” She shifted. “We do keep a stockpile of my futa-jizz on hand, able to be administered to any patient, especially the men. But I do like taking a special interest in the female patients, healing them personally.”

“And how did you…learn about this power?”

“There was this girl in a coma.” A loving smile spread across her lips. “My own sleeping beauty. And I just wanted to heal her, to—”

Her pager beeped at her side. I blinked as she pulled it off her hip, glancing at it. “We have an emergency patient. Bring your camera. You can see the cure being worked personally.”

Pattie pulled her mouth off her mother’s cock, her saliva dripping down her chin. She brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking Dr. Rita’s pussy cream off of them. The girl moaned, savoring the incestuous flavor, her eyes rolling back into her head.

“Becca?” Hosannah asked as Dr. Rita stood up, her big dick bobbing before her, the tip glistening with her daughter’s saliva.

“Follow her,” I said as the futa-doctor hurried between the camera and me. “Let’s see if she’s telling the truth.”

“She is,” Pita grinned.

Hosannah unhooked her camera as I bounced to my feet, big tits heaving in my bra. My blonde curls danced about my shoulders as I hurried after in my heels. Running in five inch pumps was an art every female reporter had to master. I chased after Dr. Rita’s naked ass, following her around a hallway. She didn’t care her cock was out, bobbing for the world to see. None of the nurses of doctors even gave her another look.

She did this all the time. What was going on at this hospital?

Hosannah chased after, camera on her shoulder, recording it all. “We’re following Dr. Rita to a patient just admitted with a serious injury,” I said into my microphone, looking back over my shoulder at the camera. “Dr. Rita claims her magical futa-cum will heal the patient. Channel 5 News will bring you this exclusive footage that will either vindicate her outrageous claims, or prove her to be a deluded, and perverted, fraud.”

Dr. Rita vanished into an exam room. I reached the door, yanking it open. Hosannah went through, filming. I followed her in, my heart pounding, my hand gripping my microphone. This could be remarkable if it was true.

Actual magic.

A girl whimpered on the exam table, maybe twenty-one, her pink hair swaying about her face. She had a fade on the right side, her hair long on the left. A diamond nose stud glinted as she shuddered, cradling a right arm that was…

“Oh, god,” I gasped at the side of the broken arm.

“It’s okay, honey,” Dr. Rita said. “I have just what you need right here.”

“Doctor?” the girl gasped as the Black doctor seized pink hair, hauling the injured girl’s mouth to that big, throbbing futa-dick.

“Dr. Rita is applying the cure directly with her futa-cock, introducing it to the girl’s mouth. The patient’s sucking, her cheeks hollowing. I can’t believe this is happening,” I commented, my pussy clenching, itching to be touched.

“That’s it, sweetie,” moaned Dr. Rita. “Just keep sucking. You’ll feel so much better and… Yes!”

“Fuck me,” Hosannah muttered beside me as she filmed Dr. Rita cumming.

The orgasm was unmistakable. Dr. Rita threw back her head, her breasts bouncing beneath her scrub tops. She shuddered, bucking with every pulse of girl-jizz firing out of her big dick. The pink-haired patient’s dark eyes widened. She swallowed, gulping down the supposedly magical cum, more trickling out of her mouth, running down her cheeks, overflowing her mouth and…

I almost dropped my microphone.

“It’s working,” I said in awe. “Her arm is healing. You can see the bones shifting, the piece punctured through her skin is retracting, the flesh is healing. This is not a special effect. This is happening live before us.”

“See,” groaned Dr. Rita. “Mmm, you’re feeling so much better. Just drink down all my futa-cum. That’s it. Ooh, yes.”

The girl sucked a final time, then her mouth popped off the doctor’s big, ebony cock. She flexed her finger on her once-broken arm. She stared at the wound, rubbing at it. The blood remained, but no sign of the bone splinter or the bleeding puncture it caused.

“You healed me…” The patient stared up at the doctor. Then she threw herself at the Black physician. Her arms went around Dr. Rita’s neck, kissing her hard, tongue thrusting. She pulled Dr. Rita on top of her, the doctor not fighting at all, her ebony shaft swaying, still thrusting hard before her.

The doctor’s dark rump faced the camera, her legs spread wide, showing off her pussy’s pink gash surrounded by her black, curly pubic hair. Juices clung to the strands, glistening in the light. The girl grabbed the doctor’s futa-dick with her healed arm, stroking it with pale fingers.

“She’s going to fuck her,” groaned Hosannah, her camera aimed at the action.

“Dr. Rita,” I gasped, the words tumbling out of my mind, my reporter training taking over, “is it standard to have sex with your patients after healing them?”

Dr. Rita broke the kiss with the patient, throwing a look over her shoulder, eyes glossy with lust. “Drinking my futa-cum makes the patient extremely horny. And I like to administer a second dose directly into their pussy or asshole, just to make sure they’re all better.”

“She’s very thorough,” purred Nurse Pita.

I hadn’t realized her or Dr. Rita’s daughter had followed us. But the pair were fingering each other in the back, Pattie’s dark hand down Pita’s lavender scrub bottoms, Pita’s brown hand beneath the schoolgirl’s skirt. Both had pleasure crossing their faces.

“Oh, doctor, yes,” groaned the patient, her hand guiding the ebony dick beneath the jean skirt she wore, a pink thong flashing, covering her pussy. “I need you to keep treating me.”

Dr. Rita’s fingers ripped the pink thong to the side, exposing a shaved, tight slit. Hosannah groaned nearby. She licked her lips, recording the ebony cock’s head rubbing on the pale, pink flesh. Then the patient’s labia spread wide, engulfing that huge dick.

My pussy tightened, envying the patient and her moans of ecstasy as that monstrous girl-dick slid deeper and deeper. I whimpered, my hand clenching my microphone so hard. My entire body burned as I watched Dr. Rita bury herself into her patient.

And then fuck her.

The hospital bed creaked as the futa-doctor treated her patient with hard, vigorous strokes. The pink-haired girl gasped and moaned, bucking beneath the ebony futa. Dr. Rita’s ass clenched, White fingers clawing at it.

“This is so hot,” Hosannah groaned. “I can’t believe this, Becca.”

“I can’t either,” I said, lowering my microphone. “This is gold. She healed her with her cock and cum.”

I rubbed sweaty hands on my skirt, so envious of the patient. I wished I was hurt so I could be cured. To feel that big, throbbing futa-dick slamming over and over into my pussy. The pair writhed together, the girl bucking into Dr. Rita’s hard thrusts.

Faster and harder. Dr. Rita moaned and gasped, her back arching, her butt clenching. Frothy juices clung white on her dark shaft as she stirred the patient’s pussy hotter and hotter. I licked my lips, my pussy begging for attention.

I wanted to masturbate so hard.

“And as you can see,” I narrated into my microphone, “Dr. Rita is dedicated to treating her patients, making sure they are cared for.”

“Oh, my god, Doctor!” howled the girl. “I’m going to cum on your big, beautiful dick! Yes, yes, yes! Keep fucking me!”

“She’ll do anything to make sure they’re cured,” I continued, my cheeks burning, such a throaty, longing purr in my voice. My free hand squeezed my large breast through my blouse, my nipple throbbing. “She drives her futa-appendage so hard into her patient’s vagina, bringing the girl both closer and closer to her explosive finish.”

“Cum in her, Mom!” moaned Pattie. “Oh, yes, just flood the little slut. I want to lick her clean!”

“Such a greedy slut for your mother’s jizz,” groaned Nurse Pita.

I squeezed my breast harder, brushing my nipple. Electricity shot down to my pussy. I shuddered, squirming my hips. My eyes rolled back into my head. I sucked in a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn’t believe what I was watching. The pleasure, the rapture, burning through this room. A dizzy surge shot through me.

I wanted that futa-cock. I wanted to be fucked by one. I wanted to feel it ream me, to fill me to the brim. I wanted to cum and cum and cum on it. To explode on her that big, thick, ebony shaft. I wanted to have my own.

To fuck the women I interviewed, to have my daughter or others suck my dick while I gave my reports, the world oblivious to what was going on. I wished to experience the joy Dr. Rita had, her moans echoing through the room.

“Oh, fuck yes!” howled the girl, bucking beneath the doctor, cumming on that huge dick. “Fire that jizz in me. Heal me! Make me feel sooooo much better!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Dr. Rita thrust forward, her back arching, her head snapping back. “Take it!”

“So hot!”

“Yes,” I hissed. “Dr. Rita is finishing her treatment and flooding in her patient’s hot vagina. Look at the passion on her face. Dr. Rita is dedicated to her job and to her miraculous cure.”

I bit my plump lips. My hand squeezed harder at my tit, feeling the silicone implant that gave my breasts their perky plumpness. I wanted to be both Dr. Rita and the patient right now. I wanted to have futa-cum flooded my pussy and to have my own girl-dick firing jizz it into hot snatch.

My phone vibrated in my skirt pocket.

“Oh, Dr. Rita,” mewled the girl, her orgasm dying. “Ooh, you healed me so much. I can’t believe it. I’ve heard about you. My sister attends Washington College, and she told me about her futa-teacher, Ms. Marcie, and the futa-cheerleaders. Mmm, they sound so hot.”

Futa-teacher? Futa-cheerleaders? Washington College was the rival school to my daughter’s Franklin Pierce College. This year, they’d trounced my daughter’s college at the homecoming game thanks to the inspiring cheering of the cheerleaders.

Where they fucking on the field?

“Well, Becca Brittany, do you want to experience my treatment?” Dr. Rita asked, throwing a sultry look over her shoulder.

My eyes widened. “You don’t mean…?”

She licked her lips, arching her eyebrows. “I do. I can fuck you hard. If you want. I bet you have a few things wrong, little, minor things, that I could heal.”

“And now Dr. Rita is offering me a chance to experience her futa-treatment,” I purred into the microphone, my pussy melting. “I would be a fool to say no to her.”

“Such a fool,” her daughter moaned.

Then she appeared before me, taking the microphone. “Let’s get you ready. I’ve ogled your tits on TV. And I know Mom’s such a fan. She likes White girls boobs. She’s always fucking her girlfriend Carly’s little White titties.”

I shivered as the eighteen-year-old girl unbuttoned my gray-blue, silk blouse. Her fingers deft. She licked her lips, throwing my blouse open and exposing the soft-pink bra beneath, my nipples hard points. She giggled, realizing my bra clasped in the front.

My big, ivory breasts spilled out into her ebony hands. She squeezed then, hefting my large breasts, feeling the silicone beneath. She arched an eyebrow at me, her grin mischievous.

“I’ve never played with fake tits before. They’re so firm. Like playing with a stress ball.” Then she leaned over and sucked on a dusky nipple.

I gasped, the tingles racing straight down to my pussy. Behind Pattie, her mother rose, still wearing her scrub top and lapel mic. Her dick bobbed before her, glistening with the patient’s pussy juices. While Pattie had called dibs on licking out the girl’s pussy, Nurse Pita used Pattie’s distraction with my tits to pounce and bury her face into the pink-haired patient’s snatch.

The girl gasped, her back arching, grinding her pussy against the Hispanic nurse’s hungry mouth. I just shivered, staring from her to the smoldering eyes of Dr. Rita. She licked her lips, watching her daughter feast on my breast. The girl’s hands stroked down my bare stomach, tingles racing across my skin, and found the hem of my skirt. She searched for the zipper. It rasped. I groaned, shivering as the skirt grew looser.

Then fell off my hips.

“My daughter loves getting women ready for my cock,” Dr. Rita purred, her voice a mix of passion and maternal pride. “She always comes in on the weekends to help out.”

“My daughter just sits around the house,” I groaned, my eyes widening as the barely legal girl’s hand slid inside my panties, sliding through my blonde bush, and finding the wet lips of my pussy. I let out a whimper as she stroked me. “Ooh, I wish she was so…invested in my job.”

“I bet you do,” Dr. Rita said, rubbing her dick into her daughter’s skirt-clad ass, smearing the patient’s pussy juices across the girl’s rump. “How hot is she, Pattie?”

“So hot, Mom,” Pattie moaned between sucks on my nipple. “She’s got fake titties. They’re so much fun to squeeze!”

“I bet,” moaned the doctor while I shuddered, my nipples throbbing in her daughter’s hungry mouth.

The girl loved my tits.

Then Pattie fell to her knees, pulling her hand out of my panties. Her wet fingers hooked my waist band, hauling them down my hips, exposing my blonde bush. She breathed in, her nostrils twitching. She let out a purring sound then buried her face into my snatch.

Devoured me.

“Oh, my god, your daughter’s eating my pussy!” I gasped, staring at the futa-doctor stroking her big, Black dick. “She’s licking me. Oh, my god, she’s good.”

“My little girl is a pussy hound,” Dr. Rita laughed, running her free hand across her daughter’s braided hair.

Beads clattered as Pattie licked, her tongue diving through the folds of my pussy. I shivered, my tits heaving in my blouse. I let out little whimpers, squirming, grinding my snatch against the eighteen-year-old girl’s hungry mouth. She was barely legal. That sent such a wicked thrill through me, my cunt clenching on her probing tongue.

Beyond her, my camerawoman recorded, only using one hand to operate her camera, the other rubbed at her tight jeans, digging into her delicious cameltoe. The busty Hosannah moaned, her body shuddering as she masturbated herself.

“Yes, yes, yes, your daughter’s fluffing me,” I gasped. “She’s getting me so ready for that big dick.”

“I just love helping Mom,” moaned Pattie between hungry licks, her dark face peering up from between my pale thighs.

“I can tell,” I groaned. “I wish my daughter was so eager to help me.”

My phone vibrated again, wrapped up in my skirt bunched around my waist.

“It’s such a delight having a daughter so eager to help her mother,” groaned Pattie, her hand stroking faster and faster.

“I bet,” Hosannah moaned, her camera locked on the eighteen-year-old devouring my mature pussy. I was old enough to be her mother. I shivered, picturing my blonde, twenty-year-old daughter between my thighs, licking me with such enthusiasm.

“Yes!” I gasped, Pattie’s tongue finding my clit, stroking and petting it.

Pleasure coursed through me. I moaned, joining the patient. Pita devoured her pussy with the same enthusiasm Pattie ate mine. My naked breasts heaved, jiggling, being recorded for posterity. This would all go into my story. Somehow, I just knew I could broadcast it. That magic worked through the room, making this all seem so normal.

Incest. Sex with an barley legal girl. Futanari. All of it.

I threw back my head and came. My tits heaved, bouncing before me as I came on the hungry minx’s licking tongue. She moaned, feasting on my juices gushing out of my pussy. Pleasure rippled through me.

“She’s all ready for you, Mom,” Pattie beamed, ripping her face from my pussy. She hopped to her feet and then gasped. “Pina! I called dibs on the patient’s creampie!”

The Black girl charged at the bed while her mother stepped up to fuck me. I shuddered, grabbing her big, Black dick with my ivory fingers. I loved the contrast, stroking her as I guided her to my blonde bush.

I stared into the camera over the doctor’s shoulder, moaning, “This is Becca Brittany about to experience first hand the futa-doctor’s unorthodox, though highly effective, treatment.”

“Mmm, you are,” Dr. Rita purred, her cock’s thick, dark crown probing into my blonde bush.

I gasped, feeling her hot dick rubbing on my pussy lips, sliding down to the entrance to my cunt. My labia engulfed the tip, her shaft sliding into me. I shivered, my thighs clenching about her ebony waist, pulling her deeper and deeper. My eyes widened as she kept plunging more and more of her shaft into me.

I felt stuffed so full. I whimpered, still staring at the camera, letting the world see the rapture crossing my face. It was my job to report the news, and this was amazing. Every woman had to feel a futa’s big dick in her, stretching her open.

“She’s got a very large…applicator,” I groaned. I couldn’t say cock on the air. Or pussy if it didn’t refer to a cat. “It reaches so deep into my…sex. Oooh, yes, so deep. Women, you are going to want to try this out. I… Yes!”

I shivered, the doctor pulling her big cock back and then jamming it back into my pussy’s depths. My back arched, my blonde hair sweeping behind me as I trembled on the table. My cunt embraced her cock burying back into me, filling me to the hilt and sending pleasure through me.

Whimpers escaped my mouth, her girth plunging over and over into me, stirring me up. My eyes fluttered, such delicious rapture spilling through me. She groaned and gasped, pounding me so hard, her mouth sucking at my neck, nibbling, biting. She moaned her pleasure, enjoying my pussy.

“Dr. Rita is dedicated to her patients,” I gasped. “She loves treating them. I can feel it in every thrust of her applicator. Mmm, yes, she stirs my sex up. She’s bringing me closer and closer to my climax.”

“Yes,” Hosannah groaned, her fingers digging into her jeans’ crotch, a wet spot staining the denim. But she kept the camera steady as she masturbated, recording my first time with a futa.

A shiver ran through me, another orgasm swelling fast in my pussy. The excitement burned so hot through me. This was truly happening. I was taking her dick to the hilt. I wished to have my own so badly, shivering, groaning.

My phone vibrated.

Dr. Rita sucked at my neck, her lips so hot. I knew I’d find a hickey. I loved it. My blonde hair swept about my shoulders as I shuddered, my hips bucking into her thrusts. Her girl-dick plunged so deep into me.

I gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head. My pussy tightened on her dick as she thrust harder. The friction burned so hot, our flesh slapping together. My clit drank in every smacking impact of her crotch. I trembled, standing on the edge of my orgasm.

I leaped into it.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I howled. “Her treatment… Her treatment’s so successful! She’s made me…” I bit back cum. “Climax!”

My pussy spasmed about her hammering dick, ripping about the big girl-shaft. She moaned into my neck, sucking harder. She rammed her futa-cock to the limits of my pussy. Her teeth nipped my neck.

Hot girl-cum filled my pussy.

“Yes, she’s firing her special medicine into my depths. Ooh, yes, that’s invigorating!” My eyes widened. Through my orgasm, I felt energy wash through me. Heat. Little aches, the tiredness about my eyes, muscles soar from playing squash with a lover yesterday, all vanished. Her cum healed me. “This is amazing!”

Her cum pumped over and over into me. It filled me, sloshing around her cock still plunging into my convulsing snatch. I gasped, another orgasm bursting hot inside of me. My body heaved and thrashed beneath her.

I fought against screaming out profanities as my orgasm peaked through me.

“That is the hottest thing I’ve ever filmed,” Hosannah moaned, her body trembling, pleasure crossing her face, joining me. “This will go viral, Becca.”

“Viral,” I whimpered, my pussy spasming a final time on the big girl-dick.

And then the futa-dick grew smaller inside of me. I gasped, looking down between our bodies. She pulled away. Her black shaft emerged, glistening in my cream, as it shrank. It dwindled, retreating the folds of her pussy, becoming a little clit.

“Sunrise,” Dr. Rita panted. “I have to wait until sunset to get it back.”

“Thank god it’s winter,” Pattie moaned, lifting her head from the patient’s pussy, cream smeared on her lips. “Summer’s going to blow big time.”

I stumbled out of the hospital room several minutes later, my body buzzing, my clothing disarrayed. I struggled to fix it, brushing my phone in my pocket. I walked in a daze out of the hospital, trying to process what had just happened. I had the hottest sex in my life with a woman who had a dick.

And Hosannah filmed it.

“I can’t wait to cut this together,” Hosannah groaned. “It’ll have to air tonight. Or maybe with the morning news tomorrow. I think it’s a great piece for the morning news. Luka’s going to love it.”

“Yeah,” I said. My producer, Luka, would love it.

“We just need to record the intros and outros. Have you do it out front of the hospital now that the sun’s coming up. Get some good lighting.”

I just nodded my head.

A few minutes later, we were out in the cold. I ignored it, not wearing a heavy coat, my breath frosting before me, my cheeks pinked by the bite in the air. I stared into the camera, gathering myself as I rose out of my orgasm.

“This is Becca Brittany at St. Claire Hospital where some claim miracles are being performed.” I paused. “Naughty miracles. Inside, Dr. Rita says she can heal her patients with nothing more than her magical semen.” I paused. “Yes, that’s right. A woman who has semen. And Channel 5 News has gotten an exclusive interview with her coming up next.”

Hosannah nodded. “Let’s get the outro.”

“Some may call Dr. Rita a fraud, but this reporter experienced first hand the power of her futa-semen. It’s invigorating. Real miracles are happening here in Lakewood, and they are wicked.”

“Perfect,” Hosannah said. “Let’s get this cut up.”

I nodded, yawning again. It was too early. I headed for the passenger door of our news van while Hosannah went into the back to edit the story together. She was a natural at it. I sank down into the passenger seat, starting the engine to get the heater running and pulled out my phone.

I had three missed messages, all from the same person. I opened the first and blinked as blue snowflakes swirled down the screen before the message, written in icy font, appeared. I furrowed my brow, wondering how they did that.

You are just the naughty woman I’m looking for, Becca Brittney. Your wish melted my pussy.

So don’t you worry your hot, naughty cunt. I will make it happen. I will make sure your daughter can fluff you while you’re reporting the news. You can have all the naughty fun you want while the sexy camerawoman rolls. I guarantee you’ll love it. Expect me real soon. I’m going to fuck you so hard.

Oooh, you’re such an exhibitionist slut! I love it.

B

Esq. of Winter

“What the fuck?” I blinked. Did Hosannah send me the text? She knew how to do all that technology crap.

I opened the next one.

You really shouldn’t ignore your phone, Becca Brittney. I am so eager for this. I’m hard and aching. Check your messages. You don’t want to miss out on this opportunity!

“Opportunity?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. I glanced over my shoulder, Hosannah working on the computer built into the news van’s control console. What was she up to?

I get that you’re a horny bitch and the summer slut’s patron has a big dick, but don’t ignore me! I hate that! Maybe I should give this to someone else! Someone who will appreciate becoming a futanari!

“Real funny, Hosannah,” I said, leaning back into my chair.

“Huh?” the Jewish woman asked. Then she grinned, staring at her screen. “Oh, that his hot, look at that barely legal slut sucking on her mom’s dick. I am making a copy for myself.”

I sighed, too tired from waking up early and cumming so hard with Pattie and Dr. Rita to care about Hosannah’s prank. I leaned my head back against my seat and closed my eyes. The warm air from the heater caressed me, wrapping about my face and carrying me off into…

Cold.

The seat no longer felt like half-way comfortable upholstery but like…ice. Smooth, slick, and cold ice. And yet…it didn’t make me cold. I felt hot. I opened my eyes and gasped. The van had become all ice, every surface made out of the clear substance.

I grabbed the door handle, squeaking in fright. I threw it open, almost falling out of it. My bare feet slapped on rough ice, with the same craggy texture of asphalt but still slick at the same time. I shuddered, my big tits heaving before me.

I was naked. And the world has become winter. Not a chilly morning, but frigid. Arctic. I spun around, the parking lot of St. Claire Hospital entirely covered in frost, the hospital rearing above me like a sculptures made out of frozen water, carved to perfection. Trees, denuded of leaves, shone in the soft sunlight, twinkling as it refracted the light.

“What is going on!” I gasped. “Hosannah! Everything’s ice.” I shoved my head back into the van, peering into the back.

Empty.

“I only brought you,” a voice purred behind me.

I whirled and found the only color to exist in this new world: purple hair. It spilled about the shoulders of the equally nude woman, falling in violet curls about a lush and mature face, hungry, a predator on the prowl for her next meal. My gaze swept down her body, tits as big as mine, hips curving.

And a cock.

A big, throbbing futa-cock.

Something buzzed, drawing my eyes upward again. Gossamer, delicate wings thrust up above her shoulders, fluttering as she approached me. I licked my lips in realization. My entire body convulsed as it all clicked into place and—

I met her silvery gaze.

Her ancient eyes swallowed me. They were immense, towering over me, the entire universe spread out before me in her eyes while I was just a little speck. Something so insignificant in the scheme of everything, a little grain of dust blowing amid the vastness of eternity.

“Y-you’re her,” I croaked, breaking my gaze from her eyes, staring at her tits instead. They jiggled as she stopped before me. “You gave Dr. Rita her futa-cock.”

“No, that’s the summer slut,” purred the futa-fairy. “I’m B. You got my text messages. Normally, people read their messages right away. They don’t ignore them.”

“Sorry,” I swallowed. “I was just…being professional.”

She arched a violet eyebrow. “Fucking a futa while your camerawoman records is professional?”

I flushed. “I guess not.”

“Oh, it will be.” She moved closer, her futa-dick bobbing just an inch or two from my stomach, so big and thick, as ivory as her skin. “Once we make our deal and you become my patron. I’ll grant your wish, make you into a futa, and you can have all the naughty fun you want. All I need is a favor.”

“Favor?” I asked, my heart thudding in my chest, my pussy molten.

“Just a promise. An IOU. One day, I might call on you, ask you to do something. That’s all.”

I shivered. “That sounds like a bad contract. If I don’t know what I’m signing. Maybe I should get my agent.”

“This offer has a time limit,” she purred, grabbing her dick. She moved closer, rubbing the throbbing tip of her girl-dick into my stomach. She dragged it in a swirling pattern, leaving a streak of precum. “It expires the moment you wake up.” She moved her cock lower, sliding into my blonde bush. “Get a futa-cock, have all your naughty fun, and owe me something. It won’t hurt you. Or anyone you know.”

I sucked in a deep breath, her dick reaching the folds of my pussy, pressing against my clit. Pleasure surged through me. “I don’t know. I made a bad deal once. It kept me from being an anchor. I’m sick of doing these fluff pieces.”

“Mmm, fluff,” purred B. Her futa-cock moved lower, pressing at the entrance of my pussy.

I wanted her in me so badly.

“You can have that sexy daughter of yours fluffing your clit-dick.” She licked her lips. “Have that lovely thing bobbing her mouth on your new shaft while you give your news report, everyone oblivious to her sucking that magnificent girl-cock.”

I shuddered, my pussy aching to engulf her dick.

“Just unite your body with mine.” Her naked tits rubbed into mine, our nipples kissing, sending pleasure shooting down to my shaft. “Just slide that hot cunt down my dick. Impale yourself, and you shall have your wish come true. Your daughter will fluff your clit-dick. You’ll cum down her pretty throat. You’ll fuck her hot pussy. You’ll have so much fun with your cock. And Hosannah will immortalize it all.”

I bit my lip. This wasn’t smart. Agreeing to something without knowing details. Scammers did stuff like this. But…

“Well?”

“Fuck it,” I groaned and then I pushed myself down her dick.

I whimpered, the futa-fairy’s dick filling my pussy. Her wings buzzed behind her as she groaned. She pressed me against the icy side of the van, her cock buried to the hilt in me. I hugged her, grabbing her ass, not caring about the favor.

Not when I could have my own cock as magnificent as hers.

Her lips found mine, claiming them as she rammed her futa-dick in and out of me. I shivered, feeling her ass flex beneath my hands as my second girl-cock ever stirred my pussy to a hot froth. My back rubbed into the icy coldness of the van, drinking it in, feeling it as burning warmth. My body shivered, my pussy clenching on the dick plunging into me.

She pounded me hard, fucked me like a dirty whore. I felt like one, selling myself to her to gain my heart’s desires. I groaned, my tongue dueling with hers, my body matching her thrusts, my hips rolling. Our flesh sucked together.

Over and over, she plunged into me.

“Damn,” groaned B, breaking our kiss. “The summer slut is going to hate you. Ooh, yes, yes. So much power. This is it!”

“What is?” I gasped, sensing a story.

She just grinned at me, plunging that hard cock into my pussy. And questions didn’t matter. Not with that huge shaft filling me to the hilt. My flesh quivered about her, my clit aching, throbbing, yearning to sprout into a massive shaft.

I nibbled at her chin, kissing down to her neck. Our breasts pressed tight, nipples sliding past each other as our bodies heaved. Juices flooded down my thighs as she stirred my cunt to a hot froth, whipping me into cream.

“Fuck!” I groaned, my pussy tightening on her dick.

“That’s it, just explode on my dick,” she groaned into my ear. “Just cum. Let’s make our pact complete.”

My fingers dug into her asscheeks, pulling hard on her as she rammed into my snatch. “Yes! I want that! Make me into a futa!”

“What a naughty reporter you’ll be. Everyone will watch you fucking and getting your cock sucked. You’ll be famous! The futa-reporter!”

She rammed her futa-dick into my pussy. I gasped, my head growing dizzy. Then pleasure exploded through me. My snatch convulsed hard on her huge shaft. She groaned, drawing back her cock through my spasming flesh. My cunt sucked at her shaft, eager for her cum.

“Spill in me!” I gasped. “Let’s complete our pact!”

“Yes,” she snarled, ramming her dick into the depths of my pussy. “Take it! Enjoy!”

Magic and girl-cum spurted into me. I shivered, my pussy milking her dick, feeling her cum splatter into me. The pleasure swirled through me. My head leaned back, my hair sweeping across my back. I drank in her pleasure, loving the feel of her cum spurting over and over into my hot depths, the power surging into my clit.

It sprouted.

I gasped, my bud growing into her stomach. The sensitive tip slid up it, growing bigger and bigger. I squirmed, loving the feel of it swelling to its full size, the same huge girth of Dr. Rita or the futa-fairy’s massive shaft.

“Oh, god, yes!” I gasped. “Thank you.”

“Mmm, yes, you will thank me,” groaned the futa-fairy. “You’ll do anything to keep this gift.”

“Anything!” I whimpered, wondering about this favor. What did I owe her and—

Someone sucked on my cock. I gasped, trembling. How was that possible? Our stomaches trapped my new girl-dick between them. No one could reach it, and yet I felt a warm mouth fluffing it, sending pleasure through my body.

“Enjoy,” the futa-fairy whispered as the world grew darker around me.

The mouth sucked harder and harder on my dick. My head swam. The darkness swallowed the futa-fairy had then…

My eyes opened. I stared at the dashboard of the news van. It wasn’t made of ice and…

Blonde hair spilled across my lap. My new dick twitched and spasmed in the mouth of whoever sucked my girl-cock. My pussy clenched, my ovaries boiling. Like a virgin boy using his dick for the first time, I came so fast.

I gasped, my orgasm exploding through me. Hot cum spurted out of my dick, straight into her…

“Jenna!”

I gripped my daughter’s blonde curls as she sucked down my incestuous futa-cum. Ecstasy shot into my mind. I gasped and groaned, my mind dizzy as my daughter sucked down every blast of cum I fired into her hungry mouth.

“Oh, Jenna, yes!” I howled, savoring my new futa-dick. “Drink all of my cum!”

To be continued…

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Hope and Sally develop a bound that will bring their friendship closer than ever.

A friendship is brought much closer than they could have imagined. I’ll explain how their first discovery sleepover sparked 20 years of friendly sexual adventure.

Hope and Sally develop a bound that will bring their friendship closer than ever.

Hope is my best friend, my opposite, my balance, and my soon to be lover. She’s tall, dark skin, brunette hair. She is a clever, loud, unapologetic, and a flirt.

After a summer apart we have our first back to school sleep over. Hope’s house was so big we had a whole floor to ourselves. She gets right to telling me what her older cousin showed her over the summer. Just like my cousin Lea had used my holes, Hope’s older cousin Amber showed her a finger or five.

I couldn’t help but show the biggest smile on my face as Hope told me her stories from the summer. I thought I’d be playing with myself all year long. Little did I know my best friend would share the same sexual desires as me.

Hope reads it well and her hand is tracing up my thigh towards my already dripping wet pussy. I stop her hand with my own and lean in to kiss her. I need to slow this down and break the pace. I want to make it clear to Hope how I feel about my virginity.

Luckily she feels the same way and her

cousin had the same idea as mine. Like our older cousins had spared us our hymens and left us with the decision to choose when and who we wanted to lose our technical vaginal virginity to, Hope and I would continue on pleasing ourselves in other ways than deep vaginal penetration.

Although Hope did love a good anal stuffing, she begged for my tongue more often than not. I preferred my ass filled with well, what started with just fingers led to our imagination’s getting the best of us.

We grew up together so showering together so that was already a common occurrence and we took it to our advantage. We’d buy vibrating toothbrushes by the dozen. The young girls cheap vibrator. We’d take a nice long shower and stuff our holes with every toothbrush we have acquired.

As much as I loved the feeling of my hole being stretched I needed that feeling deep in my bowels.

I happen to love to cook so my now corrupted mind went straight to the kitchen for pleasure. I trimmed and cleaned a big, thick, fresh leek. I scoured the cabinets for coconut oil, which would soon be our go to lube.

We used our little fingers to cover the long thick vegetable then I got on all fours. Hope used her lubed up fingers to stretch my already abused hole. Hope feels like she’s warmed me up enough and without warning my young hole is filled with one of nature’s gifts for the first time.

As this root veggie, which was once grounded in the earth, drove into my young rectum, I myself felt grounded, having found a way to connect with my best friend on this spiritual and sexual level.

We loved pushing each other’s limits and forcing our holes to try more. Stuffing super tampons, pens, and markers in our asses became completely normal in our day to day lives. We loved filling each other to the absolute brim.

We soon got bored and moved on to a hair brush to pump our butt holes. Once our bodies grew used to the size we needed to expand our means of pleasing. We soon moved on to shampoo bottles which was great, easy access in the shower.

Sometimes at my house we’d sleep in my living room. We put on some late night early 2000s Showtime porn on mute in the background. The recliner would be laid practically flat and we’d 69 until the sun came up. I was utterly addicted to the way Hope ate me up. As she was inthralled with the way my tongue and hands explored her anal canal. I was always on top, most people think this is a position of dominance, but in our relationship in was a position of submission because Hope could keep my asshole stuffed at all times from this angle.

We didn’t have access to sex toys for some time. Vegetables like leeks, carrots, and cucumbers became quiet familiar up our asses. We loved a little friendly competition. We’d challenge each other to see who could fit more carrots up their bum. I always, no pun intended, stuffed the competition. I could easily take 10 big carrots up my butt like a regular anal slut.

We used clamp hair curlers as anal speculums. Testing our youthful limits is what we did best. We literally loved the stretch and couldn’t get enough!

The every day household ice cream scoop is the most underrated kitchen appliance sex toy. God the both of us loved that stuffed inside our asses for hands free pleasure. The scoop acted as a plug and would stay in place as we devoured each others genitalia.

Around the holidays we got very festive. We used witches wands up our butt for Halloween. A corn anal massage was our favorite Thanksgiving tradition. Candy canes were a sweet treat to eat out of each other for Christmas. On New Year’s Eve we sent kazoos up our to hilt. Valentine’s Day kicked off enema season with a whipped cream filler. St. Patty’s day was a green beer enema blur. Easter we string a dozen eggs deep down our bowels. We then wrap up the holidays on Fourth of July with Roman candles tooting out our asses.

To be continued…

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