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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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A VERY kinky trip to the adult theater

You and I stayed in touch after our first encounter in the parking lot with me, the stranger and the cop. I had hit the nose right on the head with our experience in the parking lot. You were into ANYTHING my horny little mind could conjure up. We chatted about everything and I found out about some other fantasies she had. You had always thought about a group situation but had never before been able to get the guts to tell anyone about it – until now. You felt you could open up to me; there was nothing I wouldn’t at least listen to. This you knew in your heart.

After my mind had been working on the plan for a few weeks I felt it was time to put it into action. I had done my research, made the necessary plans and we were ready to play.

I showed up at your door at the agreed time – 8:30 PM.

“Did you follow the rules, Tessa?” I asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good answer. I see you’re wearing the loose-fitting skirt. Lift it up.”

You did and when it got high enough I saw your shiny, freshly-shaven pussy staring back at me.

“Good. I can see you’re not wearing a bra. Excellent. Let’s go.”

We climbed into my car and as soon as you sat down you giggled a bit.

“Why the giggle?”

“I was thinking of the last time I was in your car. Fuck that was hot. Me sucking off a stranger and a cop while you fucked the shit out of me. I still think of that when I’m rubbing my cunt.”

I smile and we start off.

“Where are we going?” you ask.

“You’ll find out.”

“What are we doing>”

“You should be asking ‘What AREN’T we doing,” I answer with a laugh.

We drive downtown. I occasionally reach over and rub your thigh. You wiggle around a bit in the seat. By the time we get downtown I have lifted up your skirt and I can see your bald pussy.

“Are you wet, Tessa?”

You stick two fingers in your pussy, remove them and hold them up to my lips. I see your juices glistening on them and open my mouth to cleanse you. You move your fingers inside me and my mouth closes around them.

“Mmmmmmmm. My favorite flavor.” I say as you very slowly and seductively slide your digits out of my orifice.

We’re near our destination and I’m lucky enough to find parking on the street.

“Are you ready, Tessa?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

I can sense a small tremor in your voice and to comfort you I lean over and give you a deep kiss. You moan and thrust your tongue into my mouth. You NEEDED this and I knew that. I break the kiss and we leave the car.

We walk about a block and turn the corner. You see the sign.

“We’re going to the theatre?” you say gleefully.

“That’s the plan. How do you feel?”

You throw your arms around me and kiss me.

“I love it.”

We get to the box office and the girl behind the counter looks at us.

“Just the two of you?” she asks.

“Yes. I was told to ask for Rusty.”

“Your first time?”

“Yes.”

She turns and calls Rusty’s name. Within a minute we’ve paid and Rusty is escorting us into the theatre.

“We have three areas. The area behind the ropes to the rear of the theatre is the couples only area. The area to the left is our gay section and all the rest is a free-for-all. There are some basic rules. You’ll see that there are many areas where condoms are supplied. We ask that you use them for your own safety, but we do not monitor it. It’s your discretion in the end. The main rule of our business is No MEANS NO. If anybody says they don’t want to do something that’s the final word. If we get word of anybody not obeying this they are banned for life. Lastly there are some showers over there if you need them.”

“That makes me feel good,” you say.

“That’s the tour, folks. I hope you have a great evening.”

“Thank you Rusty,” we both say and begin a slow walk around the place, Neither of us know what to expect so we check out the whole place. We start at the couples only area.

We walk into the area and are immediately impressed. There are no couples there, yet, but the area is very clean and there are a number of places to sit. There are a few rows of regular movie seats, 4 large couches and 3 futons at the back. We notice 8 condom dispensers and are comforted by that. We look up at the movie that’s playing and see an extremely well endowed man having a blonde for lunch.

From this area we can see the whole theatre. We can see there are a few guys in the gay section; two of them are getting blown by two other guys. You’re intrigued by this. In the rest of the theatre we see about 10 guys sitting by them selves masturbating. Again you’re intrigued.

We leave the couples area and walk around the rest. As we’re walking through the straight section every head turns when you pass. You feel a rush of excitement and you can FEEL your pussy get wetter.

“I bet it would really help these guys in their endeavors if they were to get a look at your boobs.”

You giggle and whip your tits out at the next guy we pass. He grunts and pounds his cock harder. You feel the rush again and move closer. He can’t take his eyes off you. You put your hands under your breasts and offer them to the stranger. He dives in and sucks your nipples. You can feel your pussy juice running down your legs. Our friend groans and you see his cock begin to spew its seed. You are enraptured. The power you wield is getting to you.

You pull your tit out of his mouth and move up to the next row where an elderly man is seated.

“Can I have some too, Sweety?”

“I was always taught to respect my elders, sir.”

You drop to your knees and take his average sized cock into your mouth. You bob up and down for about 10 minutes before the man grunts and fills your mouth. You stand and kiss him, transferring all his cum into HIS mouth. He swallows and you giggle. It’s the power again.

You’re curious about the gay section so that’s where we venture next. When we get there we now see about 8 guys there. Three are getting blown and 1 guy is getting fucked up the ass. You HAVE to see this. We walk over and they’re more than happy to share the view. You’re mesmerized by the sight of the cock driving in and out of the other guy’s ass. You turn and kiss me while rubbing my rod through my pants.

“Do you mind if I watch closely?” you ask the guy doing the fucking.

He shakes his head and you move closer to watch the action. After a few minutes he starts pounding the guys ass hard and moaning. You KNOW he’s cumming. You’ve seen enough so we head back to the couples area.

Still we’re the only couple there and we sit on a couch and kiss some. As we’re kissing I remove your shirt and in short time your skirt is gone, too. You still have your stockings, garters and shoes on.

“Wanna go for a stroll again?” I ask.

“But I’m NAKED!”

“I don’t think anyone will mind, babe.”

We leave the couples area and walk into the straight section; you naked and me still fully clothed. As soon as we enter the straight section three guys get up and come over. One reaches out to touch you. I grab his hand.

“SHE does the touching. You only touch her if she asks you to.”

You feel safe in my care, but you knew coming in that I’d be there for you.

“You two suck my tits and you get on your knees and lick my cunt.”

They don’t need to be told twice. You part your legs a bit to give the guy easier access to your pussy. You let out an extended moan when all three are in position. This is so much better than you ever thought it would be. The three guys do not stray from their tasks. You’re enjoying this A LOT and after about 20 minutes you feel the orgasm approaching. Your hips start to buck to meet the man’s tongue and you have a hand on the back of each of the tit-suckers’ head; holding them in place. A scream moves from you inner-most area to your lungs and finally your mouth. Shortly after your orgasm you push the three men away.

You pull my hand and drag me back to the couples area.

“That was the wildest experience I’ve ever had, Brett. I don’t know how much more I can take.”

We lay down on a futon and kiss passionately. We lay there kissing and rubbing each others’ bodies for a while; occasionally stopping and resting. I look at my watch – 10:30 and still no other couples. We don’t mind. We’re having a great time without them.

“Wanna try that gang bang we discussed?” I ask.

“I dunno. I’m a bit scared.”

“You KNOW I’ll take care of you, right?”

“Yes, but I’ve only thought about it. What if it doesn’t go as I thought.”

“What if it’s BETTTER?”

You sit and ponder it for a minute or two. You get up and take my hand. Before we leave the couples area I stop you.

“Just a sec. I’m going to go ask Rusty something.”

“What?”

“Just wait here and I’ll be back.”

I leave and you sit on a couch feeling a bit uneasy. In about 3 minutes I return.

“You stay here again. I’m going to go in the straight area and I’ll be right back.”

Again I leave. You’re unsure about what’s happening. I return.

“Okay – here’s the plan. I talked to Rusty and he agreed that we can have other guys come into the couples area. I thought you’d be a lot more comfortable here on the futons than out in the straight area. We’re going to fuck here and other guys can come in here and watch us. From there it’s totally up to you what happens.”

By the time I’m finished it looks like all the guys from the straight area were at the rope entrance. I smile at you. You smile back and kiss me. As we kiss I take my shirt, pants and shoes off. I can’t be bothered taking my socks off. You suck my nipples while the jealous guys watch. This is hotter than I expected. The guys are all standing around the futon jerking their cocks as they watch.

You move down and take my cock in your mouth. I’m on my back and you’re on your hands and knees. One of the guys moans and shoots his load all over your back. You love the warm feeling of his fresh cum on your skin. There must be twenty guys standing there pulling on their dicks. You feel safe. This is a great experience.

You put a condom on me and climb on my rock hard member. You slowly glide your wet pussy up and down with your eyes closed. When you open your eyes you see three dicks pretty much right beside you. They are respecting the rules – no one is violating your space. You open your mouth wide and they know it’s an invitation. One fills your open orifice. It’s about 5 inches long and average thickness. Your head bobs while you bounce on my dick. Within a few minutes he shoots his load into your eager throat.

I roll you over and mount you missionary. Your head is at the edge of the futon and as I slam your pussy, guy after guy cums on you. Some get sucked by you, most are self-service. This is extremely erotic and I blow my load. I guess that more than 10 guys have shot their load on you. You eyes are closed to keep the cum out of them. You learned the hard way a bunch of years ago how much that stings.

I dismount you. There are still probably 15 guys there.

“Okay. You can finger fuck her cunt and ass. You can suck her tits. You can eat her cunt. You can kiss her. You can stick your dick in her mouth. You can cum on her, but YOU CANNOT STICK YOUR DICK IN HER CUNT OR ASS. Is that understood?” I say.

There is universal agreement and I move out of the way.

You are ravaged by these strangers and after an hour there are only a few left. You lost count of the number of times you came and you have no idea of the number of times you were cum ON.

We ask the last 3 guys to hurry and they drain their cocks on you pretty quickly. They leave and we’re left there. You wipe the cum away from your eyes and open them. You can’t BELIEVE what a mess you are. We can only look at each other.

We’re about to get up when 3 other people enter the couples area. They’re all women. They see you and stop dead.

“What the fuck happened here?”

We give them the shortened rundown and by the time we’re finished they’re naked licking the cum off you. Their licks stray from the cum and before long they’re licking us EVERYWHERE. One is sucking my cock, one is sucking your pussy and one is sitting on your face. You are very into the one on your face. She shaved her pussy too and you love that. You lap away at her while her friend does the same to you.

I soon blow my load into the girl sucking me and the one on your face quivers wildly with her orgasm. You push the other one away from your pussy. You haven’t cum yet but you don’t think you can survive another orgasm. The three of them get up and walk into the straight area naked.

We got up and walked naked to the showers. We had a shower together and kiss while washing each other. When we’re done we walk back to our clothes, dress and leave. It’s 3:45.

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What starts as play gets serious, and quickly!

Author’s Note: This is obviously not a true story, but I WILL share several tales which are in fact, 100% true, but these are just a few things that come out my mind from time to time, and I have fun writing them in between being Mommy or wife! Enjoy!

Saturday evening was delightful, the club was jumping, and there lots and lots of pretty people around to enjoy. A tall brunette was giving me the eye, and the way she was looking at me told me we were on the same wavelength. She finally walked up to me and spoke.

“Can I buy you a drink, pretty lady?”

Silly girl, of COURSE you can!

“I’d love that, and I love Cosmos. My name’s Elizabeth, and you are?”

She smiled and it was the kind of smile I liked.

“I’m Kendra, and I’m impressed, you’re very beautiful.”

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you that flattery will get you everywhere, Kendra, especially with girls like me?” I quipped and she giggled.

“Well, I certainly HOPE so, I’ll keep it up.”

She didn’t need to, she was stunning, about five foot ten, with an athletic body, and that gracefulness that being an athlete gives you. The tone of her legs was a good bet that she’d played volleyball or soccer. Her ass was to die for, and her gorgeous breasts were at least a solid C cup if not D’s, her blouse was a bit on the loose side so I couldn’t be certain. I was, however certain that a closer inspection would be in the immediate future so I’d know for sure. Her blue eyes sparkled, and she had a simply lovely smile, and she was focusing it all on me, which I liked.

Yes, I like girls, and yes, I like boys, but it’s not a big deal, I tend to like who I like and let the chips fall where they may. I was off work as of an hour ago, and I needed some fun. Kendra looked pretty promising, and no one was going to stop me from having a good time. A co-worker gave me the rolled eyes as I chatted with Kendra, but I just ignored him, I’m on my own time here.

We talk, we sip our Cosmos, and she asks if I want to dance and we hit the floor. She’s got some great moves, and her ass is indeed, incredible. We touch a bit as we dance and after a few songs they slow it down. She holds me close the way I like to be held, and our lips finally meet. It’s a sweet, sort of shy kiss, but it leads to others and our tongues get involved after a few moments.

She pulls back for a second and looks me in the eyes.

“Do you want to fins some place a bit…quieter?”

“Yes, I’d like that very much, your place or mine?”

“My hotel room is only two blocks away?’

“That will do fine!”

I grab her hand and tell her to lead the way.

Her hotel is indeed just a few blocks away and as we enter the elevator, we start kissing passionately. She can kiss like few others I’ve been with, and I love it, so I show my appreciation for her skills by softly caressing her ass, and it’s every bit as toned as I’d hoped it was! Her hands find my butt and her strong fingers show their softness by stroking me very gently as our tongues heat up the kissing even further. The chime sounds and we’re at the right floor and we fairly sprint, hand in hand to her room which is only a few doors away.

We tumble into the room, and it seems that removing our clothes happens pretty quickly, but I carefully turn away as I remove a special item of clothing and slip it into my purse, but the rest of them fall away quickly and we’re both naked except for a very tiny thong on my part and her thigh highs, which I notice have a lovely lacework top, and I know that my sort of fetish for them will be treated tonight. She looks at me and shakes her head.

“Lose the thong, it’s covering up the view!” she says with a giggle, and I slowly slide it off and keep the reveal of my smooth pussy as long as I can. I have no desire to have her remove the thigh-highs, so I say nothing, but we close together and begin our kissing again, but we slowly slide over to the king size bed and and fall onto it, together, exploring each other as we go.

I decide to let her take the lead, so when she moves down, giving my neck tiny kisses as she descends to my breasts, I breathe deeply and get ready for a night of incredible pleasure and passion.

Her mouth is…a joy as she sucks and licks my nipples, and her fingers gently caress my pussy lips as I get wetter and wetter. I run my fingers through her long dark hair and softly massage her shoulders. She moves down from my breasts and deliberately kisses her way down and I spread my legs for her as she sweetly nuzzles me before slowly slipping her tongue deeply into me. I let out a squeak as she tastes me and despite her tongue and mouth being busy, I hear her giggle softly at my outburst. It only encourages her as she licks me as deeply as she can with slow intense strokes and I love that kind of attention! She’s letting out small sounds of satisfaction as well as one hand slides up to tweak my nipple and this time I moan. She’s soooo gentle, so sensual, and her skin so soft and warm.

“Such a tasty treat for me, mmmm….you’re so sweet to lick, baby!”

And you’re such a sweet licker!!! This woman is getting me some kind of hot!

She starts concentrating on my clit, and I’m so hot that it’s only a minute before I’m gasping for breath and I come with a low deep moan! Her tongue doesn’t stop, and I know she’s trying to make me come several times, and with each moan, I do! Finally she sucks my clit as hard as she can and holds it in her lips and slowly releases me.

“Ahhhh……that was…um….so…..good.” I splutter out after I regain coherence. She’s just sitting there with a serene smile and a wet face.

“You’re fun, and taste even better when you’re coming. Very, very nice, but those other lips look neglected, let me see what I can do.”

We start kissing again, and while I want to taste her, she doesn’t rush me, she’s into cuddling, which I really enjoy, post orgasm. So we snuggle and kiss for about fifteen minutes, but then I can’t wait, I want her, so I push her onto her back, and start kissing my way down.

They are D’s, but with fine dark nipples, and I suck them as hard as I can. Every vibe is telling me she wants it a little on the rough side, so I bite down softly and her gasp tells me it’s exactly what she wants. Yes! This is how I like to love women! I spend no small amount of time on those beautiful nipples, and I’m so into it that I can feel myself getting wet again!

I kiss my way down and her skin is so soft, but she is so toned and tight, an athlete for sure, and that’s my favorite type! I run my hands all over her hips and ass and slowly stroke her thighs as she spreads her legs for me, but I sit back because I want to use my fingers and hands before I taste her sweetness. The thigh highs excite as they always do, and I lovingly run my fingers across the bands and up and down her legs, and I lift her left leg to caress it softly and then I gently kiss my way from her toes all the way up and plant a soft kiss on her neatly trimmed patch, I lean back and do the same on the other leg, and I’m getting so wet now, but I don’t care if she knows I have a fetish for stockings, I’ve actually come from just caressing myself in them without even touching my pussy, that’s how deep my little thrill runs.

I kiss them, I stroke them, I let my cheek caress the inside of her nylon encased thighs, and I sigh with pleasure and anticipation before I kiss my way up to her waiting pussy and I kiss it sweetly and her lips open up so I drive my tongue in as deeply as I can to taste her sweetness. She spurts a bit of wetness in a mini-orgasm but I do so as well at the same time, god, her pussy is sweeter than honey!

I lick her passionately as my fingers caress her legs through the ebony mesh, and the electric thrill runs from my fingertips to my pussy and another mini-orgasm shivers through me as I suck on her clit and she lets out a small gasp as she quivers as I gently bite down with my lips.

“Harder, baby, harder!” she moans and I use my teeth and she shrieks out “Yes!!” as she gets even wetter, wetter than any girl I’ve ever known! I go to bites and licks and in a few moments she erupts in a massive climax that fairly soaks me, but I don’t care as I keep licking and sucking because I want this sexy woman to come as much as possible! She’s loud in her orgasm, and that just encourages me, but she eventually slumps backwards and I pull away. I look up at her beautiful face and she is lovely with her eyes closed, but a smile of pure bliss on her face.

I gently reach in to kiss her and she opens her eyes.

“I am soooo glad I had the guts to offer you a drink.”

I fall back giggling. “So am I, so am I!!”

We cuddle, talk, kiss, cuddle, discuss each other’s outfits, and I fess up to my stocking fetish and she says if I enjoyed tonight, there’s more where they came from. We keep talking and I wonder if there will be a round two, or if I should ask to to spend the night, because I’m not 100% sure how she feels, but the talk gets sillier and sillier and eventually a pillow pops me and the only thing I can do is retaliate! The pillows don’t fare well, and I feel bad that she’ll get charged, but we’re having fun! Finally a good shot by me knocks her back a bit, but as she goes backwards her hand flips out and knocks her purse off the night stand. It crashes to the ground and spills it’s contents; a wallet, some makeup, a ticket of some sort, a comb, a bottle of perfume, and finally, a 9mm Browning pistol with an engraved stock, sporting a back and silver star. I look up in wonder at her.

“Oh, the gun? A girl can’t be too careful these days because I-“she reacts faster than my punch and she dodges quickly enough that it only glances off of her collarbone instead of taking her in the throat, which would have killed her instantly. She’s on her feet and so am I, but neither of us is close enough to the gun. Mentally I kick myself, SHE was the agent we were looking for in the club! I’d been relieved, and was only looking for a good time, and now my fellow agent was back at the club looking for the assassin I’d just slept with!

“Oh, this is too rich, we’re both in the same business?” she laughs, but there is no humour in it, she will kill me, or I will kill her. I don’t plan on dying tonight.

“There’s a difference, you kill people for fun and profit, I’m trying to save lives!” I shoot back.

“Save your own!” she says with a snarl as her kick glances off of my hip, not a major hit, but I felt it as my chop takes her in the thigh, not enough to take her out, but it scores and she winces as she pulls back. Neither of us is any closer to the gun, but she’s closer to the bed, which is where I want to be. I lash out with a nice shot but it’s only a feint, as my knee is what I’m using and I score another shot on her leg and she jumps back, favoring it a bit, but she throws a mean shot at my face that I duck, and come up with an uppercut to her jaw that should have taken her head off, but she just staggers backwards, and I’m too off balance to follow up! I recover and go for her head, but her duck is perfect and she gets me across the stomach with a glancing shot, but because she’s wearing a ring, it draws blood.

My left rockets out and she catches it on the shoulder and either I’ve broken something or it got her right on the nerves as the arm hangs loosely, but her right comes up and I pull back, but not far enough as she catches the side of my head. I’m staggered now, but I didn’t spend then years in intense training to fall back now, I feint again, and the leg sweep takes her to the floor, I dive in as she hits and the knee takes her breath in a huge whoosh of air, and my fingers clench as I lash into her throat and finish her. I hold for moment and then collapse to the side. The fight took a lot out of me, and I’m sore. I recover as best as I can and make sure of her. She’s dead, mission accomplished, but I rapidly search her purse. The jump drive is there. I can only hope the data we need is on there. I freeze as there’s a knock on the door.

“Room service, Miss Yamiguchi.”

Relief floods through me. It’s my side! I toss on my dress and open the door enough for him to hurry in.

Robert Wellings is on my side and he’s a very capable guy to have around, like when you have a dead body to explain.

“Jesus, Elizabeth! You fuck her to death?” he quips.

“No, we were having fun when her purse got knocked open, she tried to cover with a story, but it was her or me. Here’s the drive. Let’s hope this mess was worth it.”

He popped the drive into his tablet and downloaded all of it, and sent it to HQ so they could make sense of it.

“Why did you follow me?” I ask.

“I got word that we’d ID’d our assassin, tall, knockout, brunette. The target wasn’t due at the club for another hour and half, and I just had a feeling.”

“Do we have backup covering the target?” While I might have messed up a bit here, I’m still his superior.

“Yes, he’s covered and safe, but I don’t know how much of this we can cover up. You can say you came up here with her to talk fashion, but the Chief knows your appetites. He’s not stupid. You got lucky, this time.”

“We’ll, let’s get out of here, send in a squad for clean up and let’s hope for the best.”

“You got it, Elizabeth.”

Are you confused, dear reader? Thought me a flighty libertine who was only looking for fun? I’m not. Let’s just say I work for the government. You don’t need to know which part. The Yamiguchi is a code name, but I’m of Japanese/American descent. Kendra worked for the other side. You don’t need to know exactly who, but the black and silver star is an emblem of theirs. I’m good. Very good, but I got lucky indeed, I thought Kendra was nothing more than a flighty libertine herself, and it almost cost me my life. This mission is over, but there will be a new one as soon as the Chief finishes chewing me out. However, I do like my fun, and Robert and I have, uh, worked well together over the years. maybe I’ll invite him over for dinner and tell you all about it later…..

TTFN,
Elizabeth

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Harry and Hermione return to Malfoy Manor to rescue Luna and Dean.

This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author.

Chapter 8
‘Say that again,’ said Voldemort dangerously as he sat in the living room of Malfoy Manor.
‘The n-news just came in an hour ago my L-Lord,’ replied Bellatrix shakily, ‘they s-say Potter broke into Gringott’s.’ Voldemort’s nostrils flared in anger as he began to stroke his newly acquired Elder Wand.
‘Whose vault had he broken into?’ asked Voldemort quickly.
‘R-Ron’s my Lord,’ said Bellatrix quietly.
‘Was anything taken?’ asked Voldemort even quicker.
‘Just one item my L-Lord,’ replied Bellatrix who couldn’t bear to look in her Master’s eyes, ‘they say a large cup has gone missing.’ Voldemort gave a terrible scream of rage as his snake-like red eye’s widened in shock. Bellatrix gave a little whimper before quickly fleeing the room as Voldemort placed his hands on top of his head.

The boy knows…….the boy knows…….how could he possibly know about my horcruxes?….. has he destroyed anymore?…… surely I, the greatest wizard of all time would have known, would have felt it if he had?
Voldemort stood up from the chair as these dark thought’s clouded his mind.
‘I need to go and check if the others are safe, I need to be sure,’ said Voldemort to himself before quickly departing the room.

*

The cry of a cockerel filled the air as the first rays of Sun on an early spring morning shone on Shell Cottage. Ginny was sat by her bedroom window, looking out across the front garden in the hope of seeing Harry’s return. He had been gone for over a week and worry was beginning to set in. News had reached them that Harry and Hermione had successfully broken into and escaped from Gringott’s and Ginny had expected them to be back by now. Ginny sighed as she looked back at the bed where only a week ago, she and Harry had slept peacefully together.
Reluctantly, Ginny stood up and went to go back to bed as she gave one last look out of the window. Suddenly, a movement by the gate outside caused Ginny to grip the window ledge tightly and focus her eyes on the disturbance. Ginny watched as two figures slowly made their way up the white, gravel path towards the house. Both of them were wearing backpacks and one of them seemed to be holding a large shiny cup.

‘Bill! Fleur!’ shouted Ginny joyously as she ran from her room, ‘they’re here! They’re back!’ A weary looking Harry and Hermione began to make their way up the path when suddenly the front door burst open. Harry gave a wide smile as Ginny, still dressed in her pyjamas, bounded towards them with a look of pure happiness etched on her face.
‘Thank God your both safe,’ said Ginny in a happy relief as she flung her arms around Harry’s neck and gave him a flurry of kisses. Hermione smiled as she walked to the front door where a smiling Bill and Fleur stood arm-in-arm waiting to greet them.

‘God I’ve missed you,’ said Harry quietly to Ginny as he placed his hands on her curvy bum and lifted her off the ground. Ginny laughed as Harry spun on the spot as he gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. Eventually, Harry placed her back down as the two of them joined Hermione, Bill and Fleur on the doorstep.
‘Good to see you Harry,’ said Bill as he gave Harry an enthusiastic hand-shake, ‘how the devil did you manage to escape?’
‘Bill,’ replied Harry as he and Hermione shared a knowing smile, ‘if I told you me and Hermione escaped by smashing through the main atrium of Gringott’s on an old, blind dragon and then rode it all the way to Scotland would you believe me?’
‘I would say you’re mad,’ answered Bill whose eyes were wide in amazement.
‘Then I’m a mad man,’ replied Harry as all five of them laughed and made their way into the cottage.

*

A few days later, Harry and Hermione found themselves alone at the kitchen table as they began to plan their next course of action.
‘Harry,’ said Hermione gently, ‘I want to go back to Malfoy Manor. Luna and Dean are still there, we have to go and save them.’ Harry gave a slight flinch as he thought back to his experiences of Malfoy Manor.
‘Ok Hermione, but answer me this truthfully. Do you want to go back just to save Luna and Dean or because you want to see Ron?’ asked Harry more sternly then he meant to sound. Hermione shuffled uncomfortably on her seat as Harry stared at her.
‘I want to save Luna and Dean from that awful place….but yes, I need to see Ron,’ replied Hermione truthfully.
‘Why?’ asked Harry as he leaned across the table to take hold of Hermione’s hand.
‘Because I still believe there’s some good in him,’ said Hermione softly, ‘even after all the things he has done, he never hurt Ginny in that place. Even when he had the chance to kill us, he didn’t. If I can just speak to him, try to convince him of the truth, I could save him.’ Harry and Hermione sat in silence for a few moments as Harry looked into Hermione’s resolute eyes. Harry swallowed slightly as he went to reply.
‘Ok Hermione, I’m with you…..we’ll go tonight.’

*

An owl hooted from a tree in the garden of Malfoy Manor as Harry and Hermione appeared out of thin air. Even though it was the dead of night, Harry still insisted on using the invisibility cloak as the two of them squatted slightly to make sure their feet didn’t show.

‘Ok Hermione,’ said Harry as he spied an open window on the ground floor of the house, ‘you go and look for Ron and I’ll find Dean and Luna. Remember, first sign of trouble and we’re out of there understood?’ Hermione nodded determinedly as they made their way to the open window and climbed in. Hermione landed softly like a cat in what looked like the pantry as she quickly stalked off deeper into the house. Harry joined her outside the pantry as he watched her begin to creep up the stairs. Harry spied a narrow staircase leading downwards as he decided to descend the stairs. Just as Harry reached the bottom step, a silver hand swooped around the corner and grabbed him by the throat. Harry gagged as he felt the air being choked out of him as the warm torchlight suddenly revealed his attacker.

‘Wormtail….please let me go,’ pleaded Harry as his eyes began to roll back into his head. For a split second, Harry felt the hand on his throat release as Wormtail looked down on the boy who had once saved his life. Suddenly, Wormtail gave a small yelp as his hand slowly made its way to his own throat.

‘No! Peter!’ Harry cried as he tried to help Wormtail fight against his own hand. Wormtail’s eyes widened in fear as his silver fingers wrapped around his throat and squeezed tightly. Harry tried desperately to prise the fingers away but it was too late. With a final violent shudder, Wormtail’s eyes glazed over and his body went numb. Peter Pettigrew had died for the second time in his life, for the moment of pity he had showed Harry. Harry lowered his head as he respectfully closed Peter’s eyes, before carrying on down the torch bracketed path.
Finally, Harry found Dean and Luna in the furthest prison cell as he released them and embraced them both.
‘Come on, we need to go now!’ said Harry hurriedly as they quickly made their way back out of the dungeon.

*

After meeting no resistance, Hermione peeped through the keyhole of one of the bedroom doors. Hermione eyes widened in shock as she saw Draco fucking what seemed to be Pansy, hard on the bed. Hermione watched his curvy, pale bum rise and fall quickly, his balls slapping into Pansy’s pussy loudly before Hermione turned away in disgust. Hermione crept over to the next door and looked through the keyhole. Hermione gasped slightly as she spotted Ron, sat with his back turned from her by a desk in the corner of the room. Holding her breath, Hermione silently opened the door as she made her way into the room.

‘Ron,’ said Hermione gently as Ron turned round sharply to face her.
‘You!’ replied Ron in shock as he went to grab his wand.
‘No wait….Ron, please. I’m not armed, please….I just want to talk to you,’ begged Hermione as she dropped to her knees and placed her hands high to show she was defenceless. Ron paused for a moment as he contemplated the situation.

‘How did you get in?’ asked Ron simply as he dropped his wand on the desk, ‘shouldn’t you be with your boyfriend Potter?’
‘What are you talking about Ron? I don’t go out with Harry; he’s in love with Ginny. I’ve never gone out with Harry and I never will,’ replied Hermione calmly. Ron sat in silence for a moment before giving a shrug.
‘No matter, you both still tried to kill me that night,’ said Ron darkly.
‘You’re wrong Ron, we tried to save you!’ replied Hermione defiantly.
‘But the Dark Lord said….,’
‘He lied to you Ron,’ said Hermione cutting Ron off, ‘don’t you remember that night? We made love!’ Ron’s eyes widened slightly as he looked into Hermione’s eyes, trying to detect a lie.
‘We did?’ asked Ron quietly.
‘Yes we did Ron, and I’ll tell you now. It was the most beautiful moment of my life. Do you realise that I cried myself to sleep every night for nearly two months thinking you were dead? When we discovered you were alive, it was one of the happiest, yet saddest moments of my life. The things you’ve done Ron…..how could you?’ said Hermione sadly as she began to weep in front of her love.

Ron shifted on his seat uncomfortably as new, familiar looking images flashed across his mind……seeing Hermione naked……. the feeling of cumming deeply inside of her……..Potter turning up afterward……
‘Even if what you say is true,’ said Ron as he rubbed his eyes slightly, ‘Potter still tried to kill me.’
‘No he didn’t Ron, you tried to kill him! Please remember…..you slipped on the wall, you fell over the edge, and Harry tried to pull you up, but you fell before he could reach you.’ Ron gasped slightly as a sharp pain flashed across his forehead. Ron saw himself standing on the battlements at Hogwart’s facing Harry on that long ago night. Ron could feel the hate pouring off him as he aimed a killing spell at Harry but Harry was too quick for him. Ron felt Harry’s stunning spell hit him as he slipped on the wet stone and fell over the edge. Ron saw Harry desperately try to reach for him but to no avail. With a groan, Ron pulled himself back to reality and was shocked to find himself on his knees in front of Hermione.

‘Hermione,’ said Ron gently as he began to reach out a hand to her beautiful face. Suddenly, the bedroom door opened as Harry, Luna and Dean burst into the room.
‘Hermione we’ve gotta go!’ said Harry hastily as he looked down at the scene before him. Hermione wiped her eyes as she quickly took Luna and Dean by the hand and left the room, leaving Harry and Ron alone. Harry looked down with a mixture of disgust and pity at Ron who was sat on his knees looking almost defeated. After a few moments, Harry slowly began to back his way out of the room, never taking his eyes off Ron’s, who didn’t say a word. As soon as Harry left the room, Ron broke down in tears.

‘Right are we all ready,’ said Harry once he joined the others in the living room, ‘hold hands, 3….2…..1….Go!’ He and Hermione began to turn on the spot as after a few moments, they arrived in the safety of Shell Cottage’s garden.
‘We made it,’ said Harry happily as the four of them shared a hug.

*

After sleeping for the rest of the night, Luna awoke the next morning in a warm, cosy bedroom. She quickly showered and made her way down the stairs, where Bill, Fleur and Hermione were already sat at breakfast.

‘Luna,’ said Hermione with a smile as she buttered some toast, ‘how are you?’
‘I’m fine,’ replied Luna dreamily as she poured some orange juice into a cereal bowl and downed it messily in one; much to Fleur’s and Bill’s amusement, ‘by the way, did you check that butter for sharnquills?’ asked Luna concernedly to Hermione.
‘What are Sharnquills?’ asked Hermione amusedly as Bill and Fleur laughed.
‘They’re little pixies that live in butter,’ replied Luna distantly as she began to stir her coffee with a fork, ‘sometimes if you annoy them, they like to burn your toast.’
‘Sounds like her Dad couldn’t make toast then,’ said Hermione quietly to Bill and Fleur as the three of them giggled.
‘O I have missed you Luna,’ said Hermione fondly as she gave Luna a smile.
‘I’ve missed you all too,’ replied Luna as she smiled back, ‘I knew my friends would come and save me. Actually, I think I’ll go and thank Harry now,’ said Luna as she drifted off back up the stairs. Finally, Luna reached Harry’s room as she turned the doorknob and walked in.

‘Harry, I’ve come to say thank…O,’ said Luna suddenly as she looked upon the scene before her. Harry and Ginny were laid on top of the bed naked, with Ginny straddled across Harry’s hips. The two of them were covered in a light sweat and Harry’s cock was balls deep in Ginny’s pussy as the two of them looked upon their intruder.
‘Ooo your having sex, how lovely,’ said Luna excitedly, ‘wish I could join you, well, I’ll talk to you later Harry,’ said Luna as Harry and Ginny shared a little look.

‘Wait Luna,’ called Ginny as Luna stopped by the doorway, ‘why don’t you join us?’ she asked as she patted the bed.
‘Really? Wonderful,’ replied Luna with a wide smile as she shut the door and jumped over onto the bed. The three of them giggled for a moment as they sat on their knees in a little circle facing each other. Their giggles suddenly came to an awkward silence as the three of them sat kneeling on the bed, looking at each other. Ginny stared intensely at Luna’s small lips, wondering what they would taste like. Slowly, Ginny placed her hand on Luna’s pale cheek as she brought her lips to hers in a soft kiss. Ginny felt electricity flow through her body as they continued to kiss with more passion as Harry watched them from the side. As Ginny allowed her tongue to enter Luna’s mouth, she took her hands to the zip on the side of Luna’s dress as she undid it with a satisfying sound.

‘Oooo,’ moaned Luna softly as with difficulty she wriggled out of her dress as her and Ginny’s kissing became faster. In a fit of passion, Ginny tore away Luna’s thin panties so now all three of them were naked on the bed.
‘That’s nice girls,’ said Harry softly as he placed his hands on both of the girl’s perky bums, enjoying the spectacle they were giving him. Harry gave both of their bum’s a quick squeeze and a light slap as he looked down at their pussies. Ginny’s as ever had a narrow, light red strip of hair while Luna’s had been recently shaved bald. Harry licked his lips slightly as he took his fingers to both their pussies and began to rub there small, smooth pussy lips.

‘Ahhh Harry,’ moaned Ginny as she began sucking on Luna’s neck. Suddenly, Harry felt Luna and Ginny take hold of his cock in a tight grip as they began to jack him off slowly.
‘Yeah that’s nice,’ moaned Harry as the three of them began to masturbate each other. With a quick glide of his fingers, Harry slipped a finger into each of the girl’s pussies, causing them both to moan lightly. Harry could feel his finger go in as far as it could into Ginny pussy as she was already moist from there earlier fucking. Harry was having more difficulty with Luna however so he began to rub her clit in a circular motion with his thumb.

‘Oooo nice Harry,’ moaned Luna who had began to lick and suck on Ginny’s perfectly round tits. Harry smiled as he felt Luna and Ginny’s hands bump into each other on his cock as they tried to pleasure him. Soon enough however, the two girls picked up a pleasurable rhythm along his cock as Harry slipped in another finger into each of the girl’s pussies. Suddenly, the two girls stopped kissing each other and turned to Harry with a look of pure lust. As Harry continued to finger the two girls, they shuffled closer to Harry and began suckling and nibbling on either side of his neck.

‘Ahhhhh,’ sighed Harry in pleasure as his eyes flickered slightly. The sound of slurping and sucking filled the air for a while as Harry felt Ginny’s and Luna’s tongues licking his neck. Harry felt the two girls’ begin to rub his cock quicker as their kissing lowered to Harry’s body. Ginny gave Luna a smile as they started to lick and circle both of Harry’s hairless nipples. Harry’s nipples soon hardened at the feel of Ginny’s and Luna’s wet tongues as they had their fun with Harry’s body.

‘You’re so lucky Ginny,’ said Luna a little jealously, ‘look at his body! You get to play with this whenever you want.’ Both Ginny and Harry laughed as Luna began to lustfully rub and kiss Harry’s toned tummy.
‘I know,’ giggled Ginny in agreement as while kissing Harry’s chest, she began to squeeze and slap his bum with her spare hand. Still laughing, all three of them fell back onto the bed, Harry sandwiched in between the two girls. All of them then turned and lay on the left side of their bodies, so that Harry was behind Luna and Ginny was behind Harry. Feeling his pulse quicken slightly, Harry gently lifted up Luna’s slender, right leg so that her beautiful pussy became more exposed. Harry then felt Ginny reach around and take a firm hold of his cock as she guided it towards Luna’s pussy.

‘Ahhhhh yeah,’ moaned Luna and Harry as a few inches of Harry’s cock plunged into Luna’s pussy. Harry let his cock settle in her pussy for a while, feeling her wet pussy walls begin to expand slightly to accommodate his large, 7 inch cock. With his other hand, Harry took hold of Luna’s perky B-sized tit and began to fondle and squeeze it as he began to buck his hips into Luna’s pussy.
‘Ooooo Harry,’ moaned Luna gently as she felt more and more of Harry’s cock enter her. Harry felt Ginny move in closer to him, so that Harry was tightly squeezed in between the two beautiful girls’. Ginny brought her lips to Harry’s right ear as she gave it an affectionate nibble and suck.

‘Fuck her hard Harry,’ he heard Ginny whisper, ‘fuck her like you fuck me.’ Harry gave an excitable moan as he then felt Ginny begin to gently squeeze and pull on his balls while her other hand quickly began to rub all over Harry’s torso. Harry quickly began to pick up the pace of his fucking as he held tightly onto Luna’s supple breast, loving the sound of his groin smacking into Luna’s pussy.
‘Ahhhhh…….ahhhhh…….ahhhh,’ Harry moaned as he felt himself suddenly go balls deep into Luna’s tight vagina.
‘More Harry……more,’ Harry heard Luna beg as she reached a hand around her back and placed it on Harry’s bum. Harry gave Luna’s pale ass a quick slap as he placed his hands around her hips and began to thrust his hips quickly into Luna. Harry could feel a warm wetness envelop his cock in Luna’s pussy as she went through an orgasm. The added lubrication aided Harry as he felt his long cock slide in balls deep easily.

Feeling a little left out, Ginny gave Harry’s now hard ball sack an extra hard squeeze, causing Harry to turn his head to her with a smile. They shared a dirty, lust filled kiss, their tongues, wrestling each other in their mouths as Harry began to slow the rate of his fucking.
‘My turn,’ said Ginny cheekily as Harry turned onto his back and felt Ginny mount him. She turned around so that her back was too Harry and bent her body with great flexibility onto Harry’s legs so that her ass was spread nicely. Luna held Harry’s dick high as Ginny lifted her hips so that her pussy entrance was directly over Harry’s cock. Teasingly, she lowered her hips so that her wet pussy rubbed gently all over the tip of Harry’s bulbous head. Harry gave a low moan at this as Ginny continued to tease him. Suddenly, Ginny brought her bum down hard, so that she impaled herself fully on Harry’s cock.

‘Ahhh fuck,’ groaned Harry as he watched Ginny’s ass rise and fall quickly over his long, hard cock. Not wanting to miss the fun, Luna brought her small tits to Harry’s mouth, which he began to devour ravenously. Luna gave a high moan as she felt Harry’s tongue circle around her areola and then bite and suck lightly on her nipple. Harry opened his mouth wider so that more of Luna’s breast entered his mouth which he sucked on quickly. Harry placed his hands on Ginny’s bum and helped her rise it and lower it quicker, so that her ass smacked hard and fast into Harry’s groin.

‘Ahhh yeah Harry…..ooooooo,’ moaned Ginny into Harry’s legs as she felt a warm tingling overcome her body. Suddenly, a gush of liquid coated Harry’s dick inside Ginny’s young, warm, tight pussy which began to leak out onto Harry’s hard ball sack. Once Harry had had his fill of sucking and playing with Luna’s breasts, she crawled over to Ginny and spread her legs wide, so her small, tight pussy was barely a few inches away from Ginny’s lips. In her massively turned on state, Ginny began to lap at Luna’s small pussy lips with her wet, warm tongue, causing Luna to moan out even more. Harry, who could hear, but not see what the girl’s were doing, picked up the pace of his fucking, so that his hips were moving like a blur into Ginny. Harry loved the feel of the constricting tightness his cock felt in Ginny’s pussy as all three of them moaned loudly.

Ginny by now had spread Luna’s small pussy lips aside and began to suck quickly on her clit.
‘Oooooo lovely Ginny,’ moaned Luna as she began to finger herself quickly with three fingers as Ginny continued to suck and slurp on her clit. The three of them continued in this for a few more minutes as the sounds of slapping, sucking and moaning filled the air.

‘Ginny,’ called Harry lustfully suddenly as reluctantly Ginny removed Harry’s cock from within her and turned to face him. Harry sat up against the bed rest as he beckoned Ginny over. Ginny straddled Harry’s chest so that her perfectly round, rosy nippled, C sized breasts were directly in line with Harry’s face.
‘God I love these,’ Harry groaned lustfully as he took large handfuls of Ginny’s breasts in his hands and began to play with them. Seeing Harry’s cock free, Luna sat directly behind Ginny, wrapping her arms around her toned, pale tummy so that all three of them were close together. In one swift motion, Luna lowered herself onto Harry’s cock and began to grind and buck her hips in a circular motion. Harry moaned in ecstasy at this feeling as he began to shake Ginny’s boobs, watching her supple mounds ripple seductively. Ginny moaned lightly as she felt Harry began to lick her erect nipples lustfully, loving the sight of rosy red areolas and nipple begin to glisten due to his warm saliva. Harry placed his face directly in the middle of Ginny’s breasts and began to shake them and slap them against his cheeks, causing Ginny to laugh in ecstasy.

‘Mmmmmm Harry,’ she moaned as she felt her right breast suddenly be devoured by Harry’s mouth once more. Ginny then gave another moan of pleasure when she felt Luna’s hands slowly snake their way down to her pussy where she began to rub her sensitive clit.
‘Ooo Luna,’ Ginny moaned as she turned her head to Luna and began to passionately kiss her on her lips. Suddenly, as Luna gave an extra hard thrust against Harry’s cock, Harry gave out a loud groan, announcing to the two girl’s he was reaching his climax.

‘Ahhh…I hope our ready for a big load,’ moaned Harry as both Ginny and Luna gave an eager nod. Luna quickened her thusting until suddenly Harry eased both girls’ off him, so that they lay sprawled on their backs on the bed as Harry stood over the two of them, rubbing his cock furiously.
‘Ahhhhhh…..ahhhhhh…..here I cum!’ moaned Harry as he looked down lustfully at the beautiful sight of the two naked girls’, who were eyeing his throbbing cock eagerly. Suddenly, an electric feeling surged around Harry’s body as a torrent of cum flowed and gushed out of his cock. Flecks of his young, white cum landed all over the bed and the girl’s, splattering them in his hot seed.

‘Mmmm Harry,’ they both moaned, as they felt Harry’s hot cum land all over their bodies. A final spray of Harry’s cum landed on Ginny’s mouth, as Harry watched her excitedly eat it. Finally, feeling slightly weak kneed from the pleasure, Harry collapsed onto the bed once his strong orgasm subsided and watched the girl’s giggle and laugh as they shared his cum. Loving the sight of the gorgeous girl’s eating his seed, Harry sat against the bed-rest and slowly rubbed his wet, softening cock, so that a few drops of cum oozed out.

‘Here,’ said Ginny, as she wiped her tummy clean of Harry’s cum and brought it to Luna’s lips, ‘I’ve already had some of Harry’ cum this morning before you arrived,’ she said with a devilish wink to Harry, ‘you have it.’
‘Thank’s Ginny!’ exclaimed Luna as she extended her tongue and took a long lick, wiping the cum from Ginny’s hand, ‘mmmmmm lovely.’ Harry laughed at this as he watched Luna find the rest of his seed on the bed, as well as her own and Ginny’s body and devour that gratefully as well. Once all of Harry’s cum had been eaten by Luna, the two girl’s crawled over into Harry’s arms and lay there for a while.
‘What a good start to the morning,’ said Harry as he kissed the girls on the top of their heads. They both laughed at his joke as finally, there breathing returned to normal.

‘Well,’ said Luna dreamily, ‘I must be off now, thanks to you both; that was splendid.’
‘No worries,’ smirked Harry as he watched Luna begin to redress. Harry took one last look at her small but perky breasts until they finally became hidden by her dress.
‘See you both soon!’ said Luna as she skipped out of the room, leaving a very satisfied, naked Harry and Ginny alone in their room.

*

Voldemort lifted up the dusty floorboards and delicately took hold of the shiny gold box he had not seen in decades. Carefully, he prised it apart with his skeletal fingers.
‘NOOOOOOOOOO!’ screamed Voldemort as he looked down at the empty box. Magic built up around Voldemort’s hands as he let out a torrent of energy, blasting the decaying roof off the old Gaunt House.

*

‘That was great,’ said Harry to Ginny a few minutes after Luna left as he lay, hands behind his head, on the bed.
‘Mmm, that was lovely,’ purred Ginny who was snuggled on her side facing Harry.
‘Erm, ready for some more?’ said Harry cheekily with a glance down at his glistening, hardening cock.
‘Harry!’ giggled Ginny as she gave his chest a light slap, ‘you’ve already cummed twice this morning!’
‘Well, I haven’t seen you for a week, I’ve got a lot of loving to make up,’ said Harry in between kissing Ginny on the lips.
‘Mmmm I bet you do,’ said Ginny with a smile as Harry sat up on to the edge of the bed.
‘I do, I do,’ said Harry as he looked at Ginny, ‘now how about you come and bend over my knee so I can give your ass a spank?’ finished Harry with a smile.
‘Harry Potter,’ laughed Ginny in mock defiance as she crawled over to the edge of the bed and leant over Harry’s knee, ‘you are a very naughty boy.’

‘You bet I am,’ said Harry softly as he looked down at Ginny’s juicy ass. Harry could feel Ginny’s tummy pushing down against his hard cock as he took hold of each of Ginny’s ass cheeks. Harry let out a shaky breath of air as he felt a lustful excitement build up in him as he began to massage Ginny’s bum with his hands. Harry let his fingers dig in hard into her curvy bum, loving the feel of her soft, supple flesh under his fingertips. With another shaky breath, Harry raised his hand and brought it down firmly on Ginny’s right cheek.
‘Oooo,’ moaned Ginny as the she felt the nice stinging sensation on her bum. Spurred on by Ginny’s moan, Harry brought another hard slap onto her left cheek, as he watched her sweet, pale flesh ripple from his slap.

‘Ahhh, harder Harry, harder,’ groaned Ginny lustfully as she loved the feel of Harry’s hands spanking her cheeks. Harry gave a grunt as he let a flurry of firm smacks on to Ginny’s ass, feeling a sense of tender domination over his love. Harry watched as Ginny’s usual pale cheeks took on a red glow as he continued to spank her ass. Suddenly, Harry raised both hands and brought them down on each of Ginny’s globular cheeks with a loud slapping sound, as he kept his hands firmly on her cheeks. Ginny gave an extra hard moan at this as Harry spread her ass wide so he got a good view of her cute bum hole and pussy.

‘God you’re beautiful,’ moaned Harry softly as Ginny responded with a little groan of pleasure. Harry kept Ginny’s right cheek spread wide as he brought his finger to the edge of Ginny’s bum hole. Harry began to circle, the tight, pale ring as Ginny began to buck her hips naturally on Harry’s lap, causing her tummy to rub against Harry’s hard, moist cock. Harry continued to rim Ginny ass for a few more minutes, loving the feel of its tightness in comparison to her smooth pussy. Finally, Harry took Ginny around her flat tummy and helped her to her knees on the floor as Harry stared into her eyes lustfully. Without even needing to be told, Ginny quickly took hold of Harry’s stiff cock and began to suck on it long and hard as Harry groaned loudly.

‘Ooo I’m close Ginny, keep going,’ moaned Harry as Ginny’s well practiced mouth began to glide along Harry’s cock easily. Harry could feel a fire burning around his body as he felt himself more turned on then he’d ever been.
‘Yeah Ginny….yeah Ginny….ahh Gin,’ groaned Harry in a higher pitched voice as Ginny sucked and jacked his cock off even quicker. Harry could feel Ginny’s probing tongue lubricate his dick fully as she began to pull and fondle his tight ball sack. Harry placed his fingers in Ginny’s mass of curly red hair, loving the feel of its softness as he began to thrust his hips gently into Ginny’s mouth. Suddenly, Harry’s eyes shot wide open as he felt a powerful feeling of pleasure overcome his body.

‘Ooo Gin……ahhhh…….ahhh God,’ moaned Harry as in the height of his ecstasy he lost control of his body, letting the waves of pleasure overcome him. Ginny felt Harry’s thick cum hit the back of her throat as she swallowed it gratefully as she continued to suck on the tip of Harry’s cock.

‘Ahhhhhhhh………..ahhhh Gin,’ groaned Harry even more as spurt after spurt of his cum exploded into Ginny’s mouth. Ginny felt Harry’s body suddenly go limp as his orgasm eventually subsided. With one, long suck along Harry’s shaft, Ginny removed Harry’s cock from her mouth as she opened her mouth wide to Harry, showing him the pool of his white cum that lay there. With a cheeky gargle and a large gulp, Ginny swallowed Harry’s salty tasting load in one as she dabbed at her mouth so she got every last juice. Ginny got up off the floor and joined Harry on the bed, who was panting erratically from the power of his orgasm.

‘I think I’m done for the morning now Gin,’ sighed Harry as Ginny laughed, ‘that was incredible.’
‘You are incredible Harry,’ said Ginny softly as she laid her head on Harry’s beating chest. The two of them lay there for a few more minutes as Harry’s cock went soft once more and his panting subsided. Ginny placed her hand on Harry’s toned tummy as she could hear his heart begin to beat slower and slower.
‘Ginny,’ said Harry eventually as he began to play with her hair, ‘I think I love you. More than I’ve ever loved anything or anyone.’ Silence met this statement as Harry felt himself become suddenly anxious. Ginny however had closed her eyes in joy as she heard the words she had longed for in years.

‘Harry,’ said Ginny softly as she raised her head to look at Harry, ‘I love you, and I shall always love you. When one day all this madness is over, I want us to be together forever.’ Harry smiled joyously into Ginny’s eyes as he gave her a long kiss.
‘Now come on Harry,’ said Ginny eventually as she wiped Harry’s hair from his forehead, ‘let’s go down to breakfast, the other’s will be wondering where we are.’

*

Voldemort walked across the dark, green lake like Jesus upon the Sea as he approached the underground island where his safest horcrux lay. Voldemort looked down into the basin and felt his heart give an unusual throb as he dropped to his knees. The locket was gone.
‘How can this be?’ cried Voldemort faintly to himself as he felt his world crashing down around him.

*

‘Draco! Draco!!’ shouted Voldemort as he marched into Malfoy Manor with Nagini slithering faithfully by his side.
‘Yes Master?’ responded Draco who came hurrying down the stairs zipping up his trousers.
‘What have you been doing?’ demanded Voldemort as Draco stood before him slightly red-faced.
‘Pansy..,’ mumbled Draco as looked down at the floor.
‘You’ll have time for your lustful actions later,’ replied Voldemort impatiently, ‘I have an important job for you.’
‘Yes my Lord,’ said Draco eagerly.
‘I need you to find Harry Potter immediately, nothing is more important. He’s not anyway outdoors or my snatchers would have found him. Check every wizard dwelling where he could be hiding out, friends houses, Order of the Phoenix hideaways…. everywhere, find Harry Potter now!’ ordered Voldemort.
‘Yes my Lord,’ repeated Draco as he went to leave.
‘O, and where is Ronald?’ inquired Voldemort.
‘Ron?…. I don’t know my Lord, I haven’t seen him all day,’ answered Draco.
‘Hmmm, strange…….strange,’ said Voldemort quietly as Draco grabbed his cloak and left the house.

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The story picks up exactly where the first let off.

For those reading this story who have not read the first installment, I apologize for the lead in to this, part 2. It does drag a little to begin with, but if you read the first part and are starting on the second, think of it as the intermission between two feature films in a movie house. 🙂

Comments about the lead-in aren’t needed because I think you will find the rest of this part of the story hot enough even for those who like it out there in Never, Never, Land. Any other comments are more than welcome especially any from the ladies out there. ENJOY.
Vanion

PS: If any reader exceedingly likes a particular part of the story, drop me a PM with any ideas you might like to see included in part 3.

BY THE WAY: To the idiot who was so emphatic as to the spelling of one single word in this story, I changed it by 1 , I repeat “one” letter, just to please your caustic attitude to grammar and spelling.

Do all of us a favor in the future though, give a “name”, not just “reader”, so we might all be able to take a look at some of “YOUR WORK”. The rest of us do try very hard to do our best and to give “constructive” comments and suggestions to other writers.

Caustic comments such as yours, do no one any help. And if you could be so caustic in your phrasing when sending me a PM as to the fact that I missed “One” letter in one word, I have this to say from “ALL OF US” who do try to do a good job with these stories, STICK IT IN YOUR EAR!
{Of course, ear is not what I mean, but others will get the idea, while I still try to be polite.}

So here is the corrected version, just to please one jerk. Make it positive, constructive, and above all polite, people, even it it is a negative comment. We learn from those too.! It’s not just about writing dirty stories and erotica, it’s about trying to improve our writing skills as well. {Though I admit the dirty part is fun too. LOL)

ENJOY!

The Abduction and Training of Kitty

Part 2

1.
Several hours later she roused to the smell of fresh coffee. Kitty stretched luxuriantly. She felt completely and totally relaxed and refreshed. She wondered how long she had slept? Suddenly she remembered her exams and sat up quickly. “What day is it?” she asked.

Mr. P answered her from the edge of the bed. “It’s Sunday, just after noon.”

“Shit,” Kitty muttered, “I’m never going to pass biology now.”

Mr. P chuckled, “Oh, I think you will get a passing grade. Especially after that performance last night.”

Kitty felt a little irritated at the glib comment. “That’s not the point. My final for this semester it tomorrow morning.”

“Look, Why don’t you get up and I’ll guide you to the bathroom. You can use the facilities and take a shower and I’ll be waiting with your clothes. Then we can get you back home. You still have the rest of the afternoon if you’re really worried about it. Just make sure you don’t try cramming all night. There is no point trying to take a test if you wind up tired and half asleep tomorrow.”

“I guess you’re right. I’ll just have to do the best I can. Now, which way is the bathroom?” she asked.

After Kitty had showered and dressed, she sat at a table with Mr. P and had coffee and a breakfast roll. “Where are the others?” she asked between bits.

“They’re gone. They took off early this morning. There are only you and I here now. I told them I would make sure you got home safe,” he replied.

Kitty thought about that for a moment. “In that case, I want to ask you something. What has this all been about? Not that I’m mad. Though, I should be mad as hell at you. And the others as well. I just want to know why.”

Mr. P was silent for a long moment. “All right,” he said at last, “I’ve noticed you around the campus several times, and I’ve heard some rather nasty comments about how you treated people. You were a taker, a user, and a God Damn Cock-teasing bitch, were some of the nicer ones,” he told her bluntly.

Kitty was completely shocked and taken aback. She had never thought of herself like that, she just wanted to have some fun and do as she pleased.

Before she could say anything, Mr. P continued, “I’ve never really seen you quite that way. Nor have Miss S or Miss M.

When we compared notes, we decided you were a fairly good, but misguided girl, who needed an attitude adjustment before you got yourself violently raped or killed. I’ll admit we treated you harshly to begin with, and have indeed violated your body and mind. But, and I want you to really think about this, would you rather it was us who tuned you in? Or some guy in a vacant lot somewhere who could have left you for dead? I think if you consider it carefully, our methods were better than what you would have received from some violent animal working you over.

We weren’t really out to rape you in the normal sense of the word. We set out to show you what you were like and what you were missing out on. We tried to teach you some new things about getting satisfied by different types of sex. But the main thing we tried to do was alter your mind’s perception of yourself and the way you were treating others. We truly believed you were on a long dark spiral that would come to no good end. That is if you didn’t wind up dead first.” He finished. “It is as simple as that.”

“Wow,” Kitty said after a moment. She though about what he had said a little more. “I certainly didn’t like any of it to start with, but guess maybe you have a point. I have always taken and never given anything back. I guess I never really thought about it before.”

“You do realized it now though, don’t you?” Mr. P asked her.

“Yes, I guess I do. I don’t think I am the same person any more. I think that girl is truly dead and gone for good. Things seem different now. I don’t know exactly how yet, but I think I like the idea of being a new person with a new way of looking at things. Maybe of looking at the whole world too,” she told him seriously.

“Then we achieved what we set out to do. I’m thankful for that,” Mr. P told her just as seriously. “The ladies and I tried to teach you something about sex. But I myself tried to show you something else last night as well.”

“What was that?” she asked after he didn’t go on.

“I tried to teach you something about truly making love. There was for a time last night when I was making love to you, that you were truly with me. I could feel it. You became as involved in me as I was in you. We both wanted the same thing, to please each other. We wanted to be closer both physically, and mentally, to each other. You didn’t hold back anything of your self. You gave yourself to me completely, as I did to you. You proved that by asking for what you wanted to do with me. That was all you, giving something of yourself to another person, because I think you unconsciously realized was what you have always wanted to do, but were never able to.” He paused for a moment.

“That is all you need to know for now,” Mr. P told her. “Now lets see about getting you back.”

2.
Mr. P had driven her back to her dorm and parked in the lot at the back. He had kissed her tenderly in goodbye before letting her out. He had asked her not to remove the blindfold until he was gone and she had done as he asked even thought she certainly wanted to know who he was.

Kitty entered through the back door and was making her way to her room when a voice called out from ahead. “Hey Kitty, where have you been all weekend?” It was one of the other girls on her floor.

Suddenly the question struck her as funny and she burst out laughing. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you Doris. You just plain wouldn’t believe me,” she told her when she got herself under control.

“Try me,” Doris said with a grin.

“OK, if you really must know. I was abducted Friday night in the back of a van. I was driven, I don’t know where. I’ve had non-stop sex for the last two days, and the kidnappers just dropped me off a couple of minutes ago.”

Doris’ smile slid off her face for a moment, but quickly back. “Ask a stupid question and get a smart ass answer back,” she said clearly not believing a word of it. “OK, none of my business anyway. But you do look good. You’re almost glowing. I’ll bet you met a guy.”

This sent Kitty off in greater gales of laughter. After a minute when she was in control again she told her, “Right, on the first guess, and let’s leave it at that. OK?”

Doris gave her a doubtful look but nodded, “All right. Are you ready for the test tomorrow?”

“Not as ready as I would like. I’m going to study right now,” she said as she moved past Doris toward her room. “Do me a favor. Don’t let me oversleep in the morning. I might not pass the damn test, but I certainly won’t have a chance if I don’t get there.”

“No worries, I’ll make sure your up,” Kitty heard as she closed her door.

Kitty did try to study for a while, but gave up unable to keep her mind on the work. She kept thinking back to the weekend and the bombshell Mr. P had dropped on her at the last. That he loved her. The more she thought about it, the warmer she felt inside.

She thought about him for a long time and about the way he had made her feel. She especially remembered the sincerity in his voice when he told her of making love to her and her response to him. That thought alone gave her a warm fuzzy feeling. Finally she realized it was getting late and went to bed thinking of him. He had been right about one thing; she certainly didn’t want to be half asleep tomorrow.

Kitty got up the next morning and went to take her exam. It took her about two hours and she thought that perhaps she had passed. Maybe not with the grade she had been hoping for, but she didn’t think she had failed.

She was in the extremely crowded hall outside the test room, deciding what to do next and juggling her backpack trying to find her cell phone when someone brushed quickly behind her. “Don’t worry, you’ll pass with flying colors,” a voice whispered and was gone.

She froze for a split second before turning quickly to find out who it had been. But in the press of the crowded corridor there was no way to tell. But even in a whisper she was positive it was a man’s voice. Suddenly she knew who it had been. Mr. P. Damn it, he had been right there and she still didn’t know who he was.

3.
Later when she was sitting in the quad drinking a Pepsi while looking around she noticed a young man sitting under one of the trees, with a large stack of papers beside him. He seemed to be grading test sheets, referring to a clipboard from time to time and making notations on the tests. She wondered if they were of the exam, she had just finished.

She got up and wandered over beside him. “Hi,” she said.

The man looked up at her. “Hi yourself. Can I do something for you?” His voice sounded vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t place it.

“Not really I guess. I just noticed you grading those,” she said gesturing to the stack of papers. “I just finished a midterm for Biology a few hours ago, and I was wondering if that is what those are?”

He cocked one eyebrow at her. “Could be. You wouldn’t be trying to find out your grade would you? Or maybe influencing it are you?”

Kitty sputtered. “No, of course not. I was just curious that’s all.”

“That’s all right then. We wouldn’t want any improprieties would we?” he said with a grin.

“No, I’m sorry to have bothered you,” she said and began to turn away.

“Hold on a second,” he said causing her to turn back. “You’re right, they are the biology test. I just took over the class and wanted to get them graded quick. I wouldn’t want the Dean breathing down my neck,” he said grinning again.

“You’re not my professor,” she told him. “My professor is sixty if he’s a day.”

“Your old professor was sixty, but now you’ve got me. Professor Milten had a minor heart attach this last weekend. He’ll be fine, but he’s out of the picture for the rest of the year. I’m taking over for him as of today.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Kitty said quickly.

“Which, that he had an attack or that I’m taking over?” he asked her with an even bigger grin.

“That he had a heart attack of course,” she told him indignantly.

“I’m glad to hear that at least. I would really hate if it was me taking over his class,” he chuckled. Kitty smiled in return and decided she liked her new professor.

“What’s your name?” he asked waving a hand toward the grass beside him inviting her to sit down.

“Kitty,” she said as she settled to the grass. “Well, actually it’s Christine. Christine Miller. I prefer to be called Chris, but everybody on campus calls me Kitty. It’s just a stupid nickname I got tagged with.”

“Oh, why is that?”

“I kicked up a bit of fuss, when I found out they wouldn’t let me keep my cat in the dorm. Kitty just sort of stuck. You know, Kitty Cat.”

“I see. You’re not fond of it though are you?”

“No, not really. But what can you do?” she finished with a shrug.

“Well, don’t worry Chris. I won’t call you by that. With me, Chris you are, and Chris you will stay.”

“Thank you.”

“Now let me see. I’m not really suppose to do this,” he told her as he dug through a stack of papers he had already graded. “Here it is. Christine Miller. Ah, I remember this one, it gave me quite a laugh when I was going over it.”

“Huh?” Chris said puzzled. “Why?”

“Well for one thing I don’t remember the Pubic Mound being called the Pussy in the text books before,” he said chuckling.

Chris was mortified. She couldn’t possibly have written anything like that. “I didn’t!” she exclaimed in surprise.

“I’m afraid so,” he told her holding it out for her to see. “Don’t worry I didn’t mark you down too badly. I gather you had something else on your mind at the time,” he said with a crooked grin and a wink.

Chris blushed furiously. “Well, sort of I guess.”

“Let me guess. Your boyfriend perhaps?”

“No. Well sort of. Hell, I don’t know,” she said flustered.

“Well it’s got to be something. Are you in love with him?” he asked her.

Chris let her shoulders slump. “I don’t know. I think I might be. It’s complicated.”

“Well, un-complicate it. You either love him or you don’t.”

Chris thought about her feelings for a long moment. “All right, I think I might, but I don’t even know who he is. I only met him three days ago.”

“A whirlwind romance I see. What’s his name?”

Chris blushed deeply, but for some reason she felt she could trust this man not to laugh at her. “I don’t know his name,” she confessed.

He didn’t laugh. “You met him for the first time three days ago. You’re might be in love with him and you don’t know his name? Did I get that right?”

Chris nodded her head. She wasn’t about to tell him of the abduction, but she did find herself telling him about the feelings she thought she might be having for the man. She couldn’t for the life of her think why she was telling a complete stranger her feelings, unless it was simply the need to talk about them and get them straight herself. She didn’t even know her new professor’s name. Maybe it was her new way of looking at the world.

“Are you sure it is not just a infatuation?” he asked her.

She shook her head. “Look, since I’m spilling out my love life to you, do you think you could tell me your name?”

“Oh, sorry. It’s Scott. Scott Hunter,” he said sticking out his hand, “Pleased to meet you Chris.” Chris looked at him closely as they shook hands and decided she liked what she saw in his eyes. For a reason she didn’t understand, she felt she could trust him. She had never felt this open before.

“You still haven’t answered my question?” Scott prompted her.

“No, I don’t think it’s an infatuation. I suppose it could be, but I don’t think so. He touched me way, way deeper,” Chris said thinking of how deep Mr. P had been inside her. “I know it sounds corny, but I think in a very odd manner he touched my soul.”

“You have a real problem don’t you?”

Chris sighed deeply. “That sums it up pretty well. I know his spirit and I think I know what he is like in his heart, just not who he is. Even that sounds corny saying it.”

“I wouldn’t say that. I am sure it will work out given enough time. But, now if you will excuse me,” he said beginning to rise, “I must be going. I have another class to teach in about fifteen minutes.”

Chris pushed herself to her feet as well. “Well, it was nice to meet my new professor. And thanks for letting me run on like I did,” Chris told him.

“My pleasure Chris,” he said as he started away, and then hesitated looking back over his shoulder. “By the way, you got an A on your exam. I might even toss in a plus sign just for that Pussy,” he told her with a sly wink, as he turned away and kept walking.

Chris felt her face heat as she watched him walk away.

4.
For the next three days Chris attended her classes and in her spare time remembered her past weekend, as well as daydreaming about something like it happening again. By the time Friday rolled around she was feeling frustrated. She had finished her last class for the day and was wondering what she could possibly do this coming weekend that could possibly top the last.

She returned to her locker to dump her books off. When she opened the door, lying inside on top of everything was a sheet of hot pink paper folded in half. Someone had slipped it in through the crack at the top of the door.

Pulling it out she unfolded it. Inside was written in black marker, YOUR CLASSES ARE “NOT” FINISHED FOR THE DAY. GO HOME. SHOWER AND CHANGE, AT TEN MINUTES TO FOUR YOU WILL BE IN THE PARK ACROSS FROM YOUR DORM SEATED ON THE BENCH CLOSEST TO THE STREET. AT TWO MINUTES TO FOUR YOU WILL DONE WITH YOUR BLINDFOLD. YOU WILL WAIT THERE UNTIL YOU ARE PICKED UP. NONCOMPLIANCE WILL BE PUNISHED. It was signed with an M in very bright red. Following at the bottom was a quickly scratched note. Clothing Is Casual. You Won’t Be Wearing Them Very Long, followed by a P.

Chris’ eyes had grown larger as she read the note. ‘And I was wondering what to this weekend,’ she thought to herself. ‘But do I really want to try something like that again? Damn right I do,’ she realized already turning from her locker and heading for the dorm.

At quarter to four Chris was on her bench as she had been instructed. She had taken some care with her clothing and makeup. A loose white blouse, not quite see-through and no bra made her feel deliciously wicked. Trim slacks, not jeans finished her outfit. And she had taken extra care with her makeup; understated with just enough to highlight her best features.

Chris glanced at her watch every couple of minutes, while looking around to see if she could spot anyone she knew, or anything out of the ordinary. She certainly didn’t want anyone she knew around when she put of the blindfold mask from the past weekend that was in her hand.

Glancing at her watch to confirm the time she took a last swift look around and pulled the mask on over the top of her head and down over her eyes. She did not bother with the chinstrap; she had no intention of taking it off.

It seemed like forever, but she knew that it was less than a minute before she heard a vehicle pull up and a door open. She could hear someone coming toward her. What if it wasn’t whom she was expecting? What if it was a stranger?

Her fears were put to rest, but she was disappointed as well when a voice spoke. “It’s good to see you can follow instructions,” Miss M told her. “Been waiting long? I thought I was going to be late.”

“Not long,” Chris replied, while wondering what she would have done if no one had come for her.

“Come along,” Miss M told her, taking her by the arm to guide her.

Once they were in the car and on the road, Chris cleared her throat. “Where are we going?” she asked and then added, “If I may ask?”

“Just another little gathering like we introduced you to last weekend.” Chris smiled. “Of course there will be a couple of different people this time,” Miss M added.

Chris felt her mouth fall open. She hadn’t thought of that. New people doing to her things like the first time. She closed her mouth and swallowed hard.

“I don’t know if I am ready for anyone new,” she stammered, “I had sort of just gotten use to you guys.”

Miss M gave a short laugh. “Not to worry. You will have to keep your mask on if Miss S, Mr. P, or I are in the room with you, but this time we are going to give you a bit of instruction on giving what you received last week, not taking it. Not that you aren’t going to have to take some new things as well.”

Chris felt a tingle begin in her stomach at the thought of being able to do some of the things to someone else that had been done to her. The idea both excited her and gave her the chills.

“Don’t worry Kitty, we will take you through most of it step by step,” Miss M told her.

“My name is Chris, not Kitty,” Chris spoke up quickly.

Miss M reached over and grabbed her left nipple and pinched it hard through the light material causing Chris to cry out in shock and pain. “In our group your name is Kitty, remember that. You will answer only to Kitty, and you will think of yourself only as Kitty. Is that clear?” Miss M asked squeezing her nipple even harder.

Chris nodded her head frantically as she tried to draw away for the woman’s hand. “Yes, Miss M. I understand,” Kitty said in a rush, already thinking of herself by that name.

Miss M released her nipple and as the blood rushed back into it, she began reciting the name over and over in her mind. Kitty, Kitty, I’m Kitty. Her nipple really hurt at the moment. Kitty, Kitty, Kitty, she kept repeating to herself for the remainder of the trip. By the time they got out of the car she had almost convinced herself it was the only name she had ever had.

Miss M guided her in to the house. It didn’t have the same sound or feel of the other place though she could tell simply from the air outside that it was in the country the same as the place last weekend.

Miss M quickly took her into one of the rooms. “All right Kitty. Strip. There is a bed in front of you and a dresser to the right. Put your clothes in the top drawer. You can take your mask off after I leave the room so you can see what you are doing, but you are to put it back on as soon as you are finished and sit on the bed.”

“Yes, Miss M,” Kitty said nodding her head.

“Good. Someone will be back for you in about five minutes. Remember to do as you are told,” Miss M told her as she closed the door.

Kitty quickly stripped out of her clothes and placed them in the drawer as she had been told. As she did she looked around the room. It could have been any bedroom in any house. She could see a large pool through the window as the drapes were partly pulled back. The pool area had a tall solid fence enclosing it.

Kitty quickly glanced at her watch before taking it off. Her five minutes were nearly up. She quickly donned her blindfold again and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for whoever was coming for her.

5.
The door opened and light footfalls entered. A small hand gripped her upper arm.

“You are to come with me,” a soft girl’s voice told her. “My name is Thumper, Thump for short. My real name is Amber, but here I’m Thump.”

“Are you here for in the same way I am?” Kitty asked.

“No, I am a little more advanced in my training than you are. I am suppose to keep you from making any mistakes so I don’t get punished. That’s part of my training, so please don’t do anything foolish tonight. If you do, I get the punishment for it, not you,” Thumper told her.

Kitty swallowed. “I’ll try not to foul up. Why do they call you Thumper?”

The girl laughed. “Because I like to fuck like a rabbit, hard and fast. You know, rabbit, Thumper from the cartoons?”

Kitty giggled in return. “OK, I get it.”

“Come on, we had better go. The others are waiting for you,” Thumper told her.

When they arrive at a different room and stepped inside, Kitty could tell that there were others there. There were soft moans and small squeals of delight coming form all around. There sounded like there were several people there.

Kitty felt someone come to stand in front of her. “It is nice to see you again Kitty,” she heard Miss S say, and nearly shivered with relief. At least there were two people here that she knew.

“This weekend we are going to teach you a few more things. More advanced things if you will,” Miss S told her.

“What sort of things?” Kitty asked.

Miss S chuckled. “All sorts of things. I want you to go with Thump here and do as she tells you. Thump I want you to prepare her well. You know what to do.”

“Yes, Miss S. I’ll have her ready in no time,” Thumper responded.

“Good. I will see you later Kitty. We’ll catch up then.”

6.
Thumper led Kitty into the center of the room and told her to kneel down, which she did.

“Now lean forward and give me your hands. There is a padded neck brace in front of you. Put your neck in it and relax,” Thumper told her.

Kitty did as she was told. Her neck fit into a cup like depression that was padded as Thumper positioned her wrists in two smaller padded depressions one each side of her head.

“What is this thing?” Kitty asked apprehensively.

“It is sort of a stalk like they use to use in the real old days to punish criminals,” Thumper replied as she lifted something to the side and swung it up and over bringing it down on Kitty’s neck.

Kitty almost felt panic as the top half of the device came down on her neck and wrists trapping her.

“Now just let me adjust the height and you’ll be all set.”

Kitty felt her doing something under her chin and the whole thing slid down a couple of inches toward the floor forcing her ass into the air totally exposing her back side. It was a bit awkward, but not too bad. She was wondering what was coming next. She was not long in finding out.

Thumper moved around behind her. “Relax, I have to get you ready for what is coming. You’ll like what I am going to do.” With that she slid her hand between Kitty’s legs to cup her pussy.

Kitty felt the girls small soft hand slide between her legs cupping her mound. The hand felt so soft, it was like satin. Thumper began moving her hand back and forth across her pussy. It felt wonderful to her, very delicate and sensual.

The girls thumb slid up and began pressing on her hole. Not pushing inside, just pressing on it rhythmically. Kitty could feel herself becoming aroused and wet from the girl’s very gentle touch. She felt the girl move behind her as the hand was withdrawn, to be replaced by the tip of her tongue. Kitty gave a small squeak in her throat at the contact.

Thumper ran the tip of her tongue up and down the crack of her pussy lips lightly several times before pushing the tip between them to hunt for Kitty’s clitoris. When she found it Kitty jerked violently, it felt so good. The girl simply held her tongue there for a long moment, not moving it at all, before starting to wiggle the tip ever so slightly. Kitty felt like she was in heaven, it felt so good as it began moving.

The tongue began to flick faster and faster over her clitoris. Kitty tried to squirm, her ass backward farther, to get more pressure on her sensitive spot, but it was not to be. The stock held her firmly in place. She could mover her rear from side to side but not back. She felt herself getting really hot and could feel her orgasm begin to build.

It was at that moment that Thumper left her clitoris and slid into Kitty’s love hole as deep as she could push her tongue. Kitty groaned in absolute pleasure and wiggled her ass. The girls tongue started darting in an out of her hole with the tip flicking around inside her when it was pushed in making Kitty go wild with shuddering. ‘God, this girl is good,’ Kitty thought to herself as she surrendered to what she was feeling totally.

Suddenly the girls tongue and face pulled back, leaving Kitty to slump in disappointment. Kitty heard a slurping sound behind her, quickly followed by the tip of a finger pressing into her. As it slid in Kitty groaned deep in her throat with satisfaction.

Thumper did not begin pushing in and out of her. Instead she began twisting her wrist turning her finger in Kitty’s cunt causing her to moan softly. The moans grew deeper when the finger began moving in and out while continuing to twist. She didn’t move, concentrating on the feeling she was having. Wiggling her rear would have detracted from it.

Before she knew it though Thumper had pulled her finger out and gone back to her tongue. But not on her pussy this time, the girl pushed her tongue flat against Kitty’s anal hole, gave it a big lick and then stuck the tip directly into her brown hole. Kitty jerked at the unexpected intrusion.

Of course the tongue did not get very far into her. Kitty’s sphincter muscle was to tight for that yet, but Thumper was determined to get it into her. Kitty wiggled her ass a little and tried to get her sphincter to relax. It wasn’t easy, but slowly the girl began to work her tongue inside. The feeling was indescribably wicked and she loved it.

Thumper couldn’t get her tongue all the way in, only the very tip. “Boy, are you ever tight,” she said pulling back. “He’s going to like that, but I got to get you loosened up a bit for him.” Kitty felt apprehensive at that statement. “Hang on now, I am going to have to use other means to loosen you up.”

Kitty felt the tip of Thumper’s finger begin pushing into her ass. It was a small finger so it didn’t take all that much pressure to begin sliding into her, not with all the girl’s saliva on her ass and already in her rectum. Kitty could feel it moving in, twisting as it went. First the tip up to the first joint, then to the second. Finally it was passed her sphincter and deep in her to the knuckles.

Kitty bit her lip at the feeling and tried to stifle a groan of pleasure, but it was no use. The girl really knew her business. When she had it firmly in as far as she could push she began flexing her finger using the first and second joints. Kitty could feel the tip of the finger touching the wall inside her ass and she began to whimper. But when Thumper began rotating her finger as well, it was almost too much for her to bear.

The girl began slowly withdrawing her finger slightly before pushing it back in, a little more each time. At each thrust in Thumper would hook her finger pressing on the wall inside. And as she pulled out she would leave the finger slightly hooked dragging it against Kitty’s sphincter muscle forcing it to open a little wider each time to allow the finger out.

Kitty began panting, it felt so good, but Thumper had more in store for her. She brought her other hand up to her ass and Kitty felt something cold and hard begin to worm it’s way into her along side the girl’s finger. “A small vibrator,” she thought to herself, but she was wrong.

When Thumper had it inserted along side her finger Kitty could feel that it was much smaller than even the smallest vibrator she had ever seen. It was long, slim and seemed to have a bend in it at the end.

“Now just relax. You are going to enjoy this,” Thumper told her as she proceeded to push it deeper into her ass, turning it slowly as she did. Kitty could feel the bent end rubbing along inside her walls in slow circles as it went deeper and deeper into her.

She thought there must have been at least four inches pushed into her when the part still at her ass hole began to thicken. It was slowly pushing her sphincter farther apart as it entered her. Suddenly it became much wider causing her to suck in her breath quickly as it stretched her open. The feeling of sudden violation was awesome and she wiggled her ass for more.

When it was past her sphincter and firmly planted Thumper flipped the switch to turn it on. Kitty went wild. The vibrations sent a shock wave throughout her ass and into her pussy area. Even more surprising to her was that she could also feel the tip that was bent against the walls in her ass vibrating as well.

Thumper was slowly rotating it in her ass. Kitty could feel the vibrations coursing through her and the curved tip was bumping and rubbing deep inside her. More importantly to her was that the tool was really vibrating stimulating her pussy as well. Kitty could feel an orgasm begin to build up.

Just when she thought she would explode from the sensations it was switched off and quickly removed from her ass. Kitty wilted forward into the stock with a groan of frustration.

“I told you would like it, didn’t I?” Thumper commented from behind her with a giggle. She reached under Kitty cupping her pussy. “Oh my, I think you’re ready for what comes next.”

“And what would that be?” Kitty asked her still trying to regain her composure while trying to ease her neck in the snug neck stock.

“Now that would ruin the surprise wouldn’t it. Don’t worry I am going to take real good care of you,” Thumper told her. “And here comes my helper right now.”

“Who is it?” Kitty asked apprehensively.

“I am not going to tell you,” Thumper replied, “There are a few rules for this evenings activities. The first is that you are in my charge for the evening. You will do as I say or be punished.” With that she slapped Kitty’s right buttock quite hard with a loud crack. Kitty jerked violently and screamed from the sting and the slap being so expected.

“Oh hush, that was just to show you I meant what I said,” Thumper told her. “There are a few other rules as well for this evening. You may not know who is doing, well, whatever they are doing to you. You may speak, but you will not argue with any command you are given. In most cases those orders will be from me, but not always. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand, but could I get out to this thing for a few minutes to straighten my back?” Kitty asked.

A resounding slap on the left cheek of her ass was her answer. This one stung even worse that the first. “No. You will do as you are told. This exercise is to teach you perseverance and the stock is part of that,” Thumper told her, “Besides, you’re going to be too busy to worry about it.”

7.
“Now, before we begin let’s see what we can do to ease that sting for you.”

Kitty felt some sort of lotion being dribbled on her rear and a pair of hands to massage it in. She sucked in her breath quickly; they were not Thumper’s hands. They were much larger, definitely a man’s hands. She shivered with delight at the feel, but her stomach tightened wondering whose hands they were. It gave her an apprehensive, but naughty feeling, not knowing who’s hands they were or what they were going to do to her.

The hands slowly began smoothing the lotion over each of her cheeks. The lotion cooled her burning ass wonderfully as the man’s fingers began massaging it in. A slightly spearmint odor wafted to her nose. One hand continued rubbing lightly over each cheek of the rear while the other slid down and under cupping her pussy.

“Spread your legs a little,” came an order in a deep gravely voice from behind her. Kitty complied by pushing her knees apart providing more room for his hand. The man shifted around slightly and began to massage her pussy as well as continuing to stroke her cheeks. It felt lovely.

One finger suddenly slipped between the lips of her pussy and came to rest directly on her clitoris, causing Kitty to suck her breath in. He didn’t rub; he simply began applying rhythmic pressure over and over. Kitty began to feel a tingle begin to grow in her pussy. ‘I could get off on this alone right now,’ she thought to herself. She wiggled her ass in encouragement.

After a couple of minutes Kitty was ready to cum. The man sensed this and removed both hands, giving her a light slap on her rump. He waited for a moment and then blew his breath lightly down the crack of her ass to her pussy making her shiver and squeak in delight.

“You’re going to have to cool down for a few minutes,” the gravely voice told her, “but we won’t let you waste time while you do.”

Kitty heard him stand up and move around in front of her and kneel down. She could feel the heat of his body close to her face. The tip of his cock bumped her lips and she instinctively darted her tongue out at it. She could taste pre-cum on the tip and began diligently licking it off. It tasted sort of sweet and reminded her of something that escaped her at the moment.

When the tip was clean the man pressed his member forward and Kitty eagerly took the head between her lips and began to suck on it. The man gave a low groan and pushed a little father into her mouth as Kitty ran her tongue along the underside of it.

The man slowly began moving his dick in and out, a little deeper each time. Kitty kept her tongue glued to the underside with her lips firmly pressed around his shaft and sucking each time he withdrew. His strokes became quicker and she could feel his shaft swelling larger in her mouth.

Suddenly it was withdrawn and rubbed against her lips and cheeks. Kitty darted her tongue out trying to recapture it. She wanted to taste his cum in the worst way; she wanted him to fill her mouth with his hot fluid.

But it was not to be. Kitty felt another head pressing in next to hers. “No you don’t,” Thumper whispered to her, “that’s mine for this time. Wait your turn.”

Kitty could hear a slurping sound and feel Thumper’s hair brushing up and down her face quickly. “God damn it, that was mine,” Kitty exclaimed in frustration.

“That’s it. All the way down and hold it,” Kitty heard the man command. The hair brushing her face went down and stopped.

Suddenly she heard the man groan loudly. “Here it comes Thumper, you hold it all.” Kitty could hear the girl gag slightly and begin to swallow. She kept swallowing for what seemed a long time and then began sucking again to get any that was left.

“That wasn’t fair,” Kitty complained, “I did all the work and you got the reward.”

A big hand landed solidly on her rear. “No back talk. But if it’s cum you want it is cum you shall have. Thumper, oblige her.”

Kitty felt Thumper’s lips press firmly against hers and the girls tongue press against her lips. Opening hers to let the tongue in, she was shocked to have a large gob of semen forced into her mouth along with some of the girl’s saliva. Thumper withdrew and clamped a hand over her mouth. “Now swallow,” the girl told her.

Kitty was shocked to say the least. She had wanted to taste the guy’s cum, but not in this manner. She felt a certain amount of aversion to swallowing it this way, but she found herself extremely turned sharing it with Thumper. Nothing like this feeling had ever happened to her before. She felt depraved and loved it. With two large gulps she swallowed the hot spunk down.

“That’s a good girl. You liked that didn’t you?” Thumper asked her.

Kitty tried to nod her head, she didn’t trust her voice not to betray how much she had liked the girl forcing the cum into her mouth, and more importantly how much her mind had been twisted in being ordered to swallow. Being forced had thrilled her. She felt totally depraved and didn’t care a bit that she did.

“I didn’t hear you,” Thumper said in a stern voice.

“Yes,” Kitty swallowed hard, “It was disgusting, but yes, I liked it. You sharing it with me was,” she paused, “different,” she finished lamely.

“Good, now we will get back to you,” Thumper said as she moved behind Kitty and knelt behind her. She leaned forward and pressed her face into Kitty’s rear and pushed her tongue between her pussy lips and into her love hole wiggling her tongue frantically.

Kitty’s breath whistled in with surprise, tensing her butt cheeks together before relaxing into the girl’s ministrations. It felt wonderful, especially when Thumper would pull her tongue out to lick up and tickle her anus with the tip. This went on for only a couple of minutes until Kitty could feel her juices really begin to flow, leaking down each of her inner thighs.

8.
Thumper pulled her face away. “I think she is ready for you now sir. She is really good and wet,” she told the man who Kitty could feel positioning himself behind her.

The tip of his cock slapped into her sensitive lips and slid between them. Moving it forward and back he let his shaft slide up the width of her slit, over her thoroughly extended clitoris and back. Kitty shuddered, biting her lip at the exquisite sensation it was giving her.

After stroking her several times he pulled back and positioned the tip at the entrance to her love hole. With one long and very, very, slow thrust he pushed the length of his shaft into her. Kitty was almost beside herself at how slowly he was forcing his way into her. It was not fast, but continuous slowly opening her up until he had his entire cock buried in her to the base. She could feel the tip pushing into her cervix making her groan in pleasure at feeling so full.

Finally he pulled nearly all the way back out, only to pump in again more forcefully. Then he began taking short quick strokes that nearly drove Kitty wild with please. With every stroke in his balls slapped up against her pussy sending little jolt of electricity through her clitoris. Kitty bit the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming with pleasure.

Kitty was on the brink of cumming when he thrust in and stopped, holding her hips firmly in place. She only needed one more slap of those beautiful balls to put her over the edge, but he was denying her that release. She hung on the edge of her orgasm for what seemed like an eternity.

“Please, oh please let me cum, make me cum,” Kitty begged her tormentor. It was not to be. The man held her hips motionless and finally the feeling began to subside. “You son of a bitch,” she swore at him, “I was so close.”

“I know. That’s why I stopped,” the gravely voice said. “We have a long way to go yet.”

Kitty felt a tear of frustration run down her cheek. What more could they do to her that what he had just done. It was absolute torture to be that close and be denied. She felt the man shift a little as he pulled his shaft out of her. He ran the head and shaft between her pussy lips once, causing her to jerk violently, before sliding it up the crack of her ass to her anus, which he tapped with the head.

Kitty felt lubricant dribbling on her rectum and then a finger that began massaging and forcing it into her ass hole. Because Thumper had loosened up her sphincter earlier she thought he would simply start putting his meat into her. She was wrong. The finger pressing the oil into her slowly slipped inside moving to the first joint and the second, twisting all the time to ease the penetration. The man was being very gentle about it.

Soon he began sliding his finger in and out of her, slowly fucking her ass with his finger. Kitty moaned in pleasure it felt so good. After a minute or so he added more oil and speeded up the thrusting of his finger slightly. This went on for another minute, Kitty reveling in the sensation.

When the hand slowed he brought up a second finger and began to insert this as well. Kitty gave a little cry as it slipped in along side the first, then bit her lip trying to become accustomed to the strange sensation of two fingers. But when he brought up the third really stretching her ass open, she whimpered desperately clenching her fists. These were three hard fingers, note a vibrator or a man’s more pliable cock. It hurt a little bit, but she could bare it.

The man began turning his wrist moving his fingers in a circular motion. Finally her sphincter relented and accepted the larger size it had been forced to and Kitty sighed with relief. It really wasn’t so difficult now and she was actually starting to enjoy having her hole spread so wide. The fingers were being flexed inside her, which felt funny but good. When they began pumping in and out of her it felt even better and she began to moan with pleasure.

After a few moments of this the fingers withdrew and were replaced by the tip of the man’s cock. She was very well lubricated now and with her hole stretched as it was she felt the head stretch her easily and pop inside followed by an inch or two of the shaft. Kitty licked her lips. It felt deliciously wicked to have a mysterious man’s shaft in her ass and she began moving her rear encouraging more.

Slowly the cock began sliding in and out, going a little deeper with each thrust. Kitty was moaning deeply in her throat, and louder with each thrust. She tried shoving her hips back at him trying to help, but he kept up the same slow steady pace going only a little deeper into her ass each time. But finally his meat was buried balls’ deep to the base in her ass. She felt enormously happy that she was able to take him all the way in.

The man held himself buried there and Kitty could feel him tensing his groin making his member swell and pulse slightly against the walls of her rectum. “Oh,” she groaned, “that feels fantastic.” At these words he bumped hard into her ass getting another half inch of penetration, causing her to gasp in delight before beginning to pump in and out of her ass in slow even strokes.

“How does that feel?” he asked her.

“It’s great. I don’t think I have ever felt so full.” She paused. “Except of once,” she added thinking of Mr.P’s cock the other weekend.

She received a light swat on her ass for the remark. “You shouldn’t compare out loud. Just go with the moment,” he ordered, but for some reason his voice did not seem to have as much gravely sound in it this time. Kitty found that odd.

Kitty could feel the man’s shaft sliding in and out smoothly, there seemed to be all most not resistance. She could feel the ridge around the head rubbing against her walls stimulating her more and more, but it went so easily, she was amazed.

Picking up the rhythm Kitty tried shoving her hips and wiggling her ass to take him as deep as she could. It wasn’t much movement, but the man picked up on it quickly and began thrusting much harder and faster. Finally he was pounding in and out of her rectum with the force of an express train giving the ass fucking of her young life.

Kitty was panting hard from such a vigorous hammering. If she had had extra breath she would have screamed her pleasure at such a brutal ass pounding. It was causing all sorts of sensations to run through her from her ass, through her pussy and deep into her belly.

Just when she thought she could take no more, he stopped and she heard him whispering to Thumper. What he was saying was so low that she could not make out the words. He quickly pulled out of her ass and immediately pushed all the way into her fuck hole.

“Oh my God,” Kitty repeated over and over as little black spots and flares of light danced in her vision.

The sudden intrusion into her cunt was over in only a few seconds when he pulled out and shoved his shaft back into her ass. For the next minute or so he alternated between Kitty’s dark hole and her love canal. No more than a stroke or two in either, before switching again. Kitty jerked violently each time he switched holes moving her ass wildly each time he pushed into a hole. It was driving her crazy with wicked feelings of wanton desire.

Thumper knelt beside her and placed an arm and hand on the small of her back and rear to hold her steady. The next time he pulled out of her ass, Thumper was ready. Kitty was expecting his cock in her cunt again, but the girl pushed in a medium sized dildo instead. It was soft, but it was cold, as if it had just come from the freezer. Kitty screamed at the shock. It felt so cold that chills ran from her pussy to her head causing her mind to explode in a shower of brilliant sparks before her eyes.

Almost immediately the cold object was pulled out and the man’s hot cock was back in the pussy. It felt extremely hot after the cold, but Kitty reveled at the feeling of both heat and cold inside her at the same time. She had never imagined such a feeling could exist, groaning with pleasure as her hands clamped into fists in the stock.

Her fuck hole was becoming warm again as the cold feeling was dissipated by the heat of the shaft inside her when she felt the cold protuberance forcing it’s way into her ass hole. Kitty gave out a long drawn out scream, as the head of his cock was forced in, her knees and legs’ nearly collapsing from the shock. If it hadn’t been for the man’s cock in her holding her up, they would have as she felt the cold radiating up into her ass.

Again, it was held in her for only a short period, but it was enough for her rectum and sphincter to almost start to sting from the cold. The man had pulled out of her cunt and as soon as the icy rod was removed he plunged his member back in to her gaping ass to the hilt in one swift sure thrust. This time the cock felt like a red not poker burning her insides with warmth that seemed to explode deep in her ass and into her belly. She had no words to describe the feeling.

Kitty felt completely weak from the things they had been doing to her, but they weren’t finished yet. As the cock began stroking in and out of her again she felt something being pressed up to her pussy lips to rub between them. It was a soft rubber dildo, but much, much, warmer than the last one.

9.
She felt the man stand up into a bent over position while keeping his rock hard shaft in her ass.

“OK Thumper, now for the rest. I’ll hold still until you’re ready,” the man said.

“Just give me a minute, then we’ll really get her howling and you can give her the works.”

Kitty felt apprehension when she heard this. “You bastards,” she swore, “what else can you do to me. If you don’t make me cum soon, I am going to die. I swear to God I will.”

Thumper began laughing. “Oh, but we have orders to take it easy on you for now. This is just the warm up for what comes later. Now hold still. I absolutely guarantee your going to love this and we are really going to get you off.”

Thumper proceeded to push the dildo into her love shoot. It wasn’t really large, but Kitty could feel herself straining because of the man’s cock in her ass as well. Finally it was deep inside her and Kitty found it didn’t feel bad at ass and gave a little groan of pleasure at being so full.

The man held still in her ass, and suddenly Thumper turned on the machine in her pussy. It didn’t vibrate as Kitty had expected. Instead, the shaft and head began to gyrate in a circular motion sending her into shudders of desire. ‘Oh God, I really am going to die if they don’t get me off pretty soon. I don’t know how much more of this I can stand,’ she thought to herself.

After a moment to let her get use to the motion of it, the man began stroking in and out of her ass again. Slowly at first, all the way out and back in again. It was a mind-blowing feeling with the thing squirming in her cunt. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, Thumper pushed a solid round object on the area of her clitoris and held it there.

With all of the movement and stimulation Kitty could feel her orgasm building quickly. ‘If they would only let her have her release this time, I would die this time just to show these two how good it was,’ she thought to herself as she concentrated on everything she was feeling. The prick in her ass picked up the pace and was really stroking into her now.

Finally what she was waiting for was almost there. “I’m going to cum,” she screamed. “Oh, Oh, yes. I’m going to cum.”

“Now Thumper,” she heard the man order.

Suddenly the round ball Thumper was holding directly on her clitoris began a high pitch vibration. This was more than Kitty could stand. Her orgasm hit hard, racing through her entire body making her convulse with wave after wave of pleasure. Her clit felt like it was being given continuous electrical shocks.

Suddenly she felt the man give a deep thrust and felt his boiling hot semen eject, pumping deep into her bowls. This sent her to a plain of rapture that she had not known could possibly exist. Each spasm of her orgasm seemed to get stronger and did not seem like it was ever going to end.

Finally her orgasm did begin to decline, though she could still feel her body jerking and twitching for several more moments as her mind floated away from her.

Kitty didn’t pass out, but was in that state of bliss she had only ever heard about. One where she was totally relaxed, unable to move, and totally sated. The afterglow of a perfect orgasm she had heard it called. She felt she was in heaven.

“Maybe I did die,” she whispered aloud.

“What was that Kitty? I didn’t quite catch it?” Thumper asked from in front of her as she slowly began wiping Kitty’s face with a warm moist hand towel.

“I said, I think I have died and gone to heaven,” she said a little louder.

Thumper giggled. “Heaven…Maybe. Died…definitely not.”

Kitty felt the man chuckle. He was still buried deep in her ass though she could feel his member beginning to soften and shrink. She suddenly realized he had left it in her so as not to disturb the sexual reverie she was still feeling.

As Thumper released her from the stock the man placed his arm around her waist drawing her back to him and gently rolling both of them onto their sides on the floor, where he held her spooned against him with his member still in her. Slowly, she could feel it softening further as she snuggled back against him with her head cradled on his right arm and the other around her tummy.

It was a deliciously wicked feeling when after a couple of minutes she squeezed her rectum and felt him pop out of her rear. The man kissed her neck and got up.

“I’ll see you later Kitty. I am going to get cleaned up. Thumper will take care of you and take you to clean up and rest a bit,” the man told her. The deep gravely sound was back in his voice. There was something odd about it, but she didn’t know what it was.

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 3
[ Don’t worry. It will be along sooner or later. 🙂 ]

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This is part of an occasional series of ‘Scenes’, all of which are a single scene in a particular type of location. They are ‘point of view’ stories, and you can imagine that you are either of the characters. This is happening today, at a golf course just outside your town.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2011

Aaaaaahhh! Dear God, I’ve never had a three-iron used like this before! My knees buckle and I almost collapse, as you relentlessly push its long shaft even further into me, and its ribbed plastic grip rasps along the walls of my vagina.

This was so unexpected: I’m bewildered, and don’t know what to do – but now my body is taking over, responding to your mouth and hands and (aaahh, fuck!) what you are doing between my legs, and my hips are bucking in time with your urgent forceful thrusts.

‘Ooooh! Oh, God!! Aaagghh, Ms Michaels – oh, yes! Fuck me, you bitch – aahh! fuck me harder!!’

You are learning to play golf, and this is your third lesson in a series of a dozen with me, the recently-appointed women’s professional at this prestigious course with its luxurious clubhouse. I am 26 years old, and have played on the women’s professional circuit for the last five years. I did averagely well but made no fortune, and when this opportunity came along, for a variety of reasons – more in my personal life than my playing – I decided to quit the tour, and settle down.

I am quite tall at five feet ten inches in my socks, long in the legs, and wiry and slender in build – all of which made me one of the longest drivers on the tour. However, I have quite definite feminine curves – my ass is quite trim and my breasts are a nicely manageable 30C cup – and it is all topped by a mop of black hair, trimmed to the collar, which frames my pixie-like features and my bright eyes. I move with the fluid grace and vitality of an athlete who keeps herself in top physical condition, and I know that I look attractive – I get plenty of signals of interest.

You, Ms Michaels (you were very clear on that at the start, that it was not Mrs Michaels), are attractive too, but in a different way – from authority, assurance and experience. I would guess you are in your late 30s, maybe even a little more, as you obviously look after yourself well and have the best manicurists, hair stylists, masseuses and so on. Your hair is blonde, straight and gathered in a pony tail behind your white silk cap. You are almost my height, and fuller in frame – most evidently in your generous bust (your partly open shirts always show plenty of cleavage and the top edges of a white bra, I guess around a 34E cup), your broader hips and your rounded jutting butt. You have a sway in your walk that catches attention, but your stride is one of command, with your head held high and your clear grey eyes calmly appraising – in fact, you stalk like a powerful big cat in the jungle, afraid of nothing. You are clearly quite wealthy, and I am sure you are a successful figure in some profession or in the business world.

Whatever your work is, you can take all of Tuesday afternoon away from it, and so here we are a little after three o’clock on this pleasantly warm early summer day. We are out on the course for the first time – your previous two lessons have been on the driving range and the practice putting green, but now it is time to try a few actual holes. We have walked out to the tenth, almost the furthest from the clubhouse, and will play our way back and see how many we can fit in during your 90 minute lesson. It is always quiet at this time, so we won’t be holding up any of the regular players – in fact, the course is almost deserted; there are some people a few holes ahead, but no one in sight behind at all.

We play the tenth – you land in the bunker protecting the left-front of the green, and that gives me the chance to show you the use of the sand wedge – and then we proceed to the eleventh. It is a dog-leg par 4, at the outer edge of the course and with a large wooded area down one side. You tee up, and I notice you glancing around before taking your stance – but there is really no need to worry, there’s no one in sight at all. I see you glance at the woods, but I think nothing of it. Then you drive – but it’s a real slice, I would almost have thought deliberate if you were not a complete novice, and your ball skews away left and disappears into the woods about a hundred yards down the fairway.

I quickly take my drive – long and straight down the middle, which is always satisfying – and then I join you under the trees to search for your ball; it might well be playable from wherever it has ended up, and I think that would be a valuable lesson for you. There is some shrubbery along the edge of the wood, cutting off our view of the fairway, but under the larger trees the ground is fairly bare. We search fruitlessly for a few minutes (little do I know it, but you have found the ball already and it is in your pocket), and I see you glancing at me quickly from time to time. Then you point towards the base of a large oak tree just ahead of me, and exclaim: ‘There! Is that it?’

I stoop to look, and you hurry up behind me. There is nothing there, but as I straighten up you wrap your arms around me from behind, cupping and kneading my breasts, and you grind your crotch against my ass. Your mouth kisses my neck, and you say huskily:

‘I want you! I want you so much, and I’m not waiting any longer!’

I am completely taken aback, literally shocked rigid for a moment – which is long enough for you tug my polo-shirt top out of the waistband of my skirt, and then slide your hands underneath it, up my front to capture my breasts in their sports bra, groping them roughly and squeezing my nipples.

‘What? Ms Michaels – no! Umm – please, wait! Oh! Oh, no, you can’t … really, no … not here …’ I stutter, and trail off in lame in confusion.

‘Oh, yes I can, honey! … I am, and I will!’ comes back in your rich warm tones, calmly assured and determined, but with a husky undertone of desire that sends shivers down my spine.

You release my breasts, and for a moment grip my shoulders and commandingly push me forward against the tree trunk, so that I am pressed in a sandwich between its rough bark at my chest and your firm female flesh behind me – I can feel your full breasts pressing into my back, and get almost a jolt of electricity from the hardness of your nipples, unmistakeable even through the three layers of your bra, your elegant white shirt and my own top.

Almost fainting with shock, I clutch desperately at the tree trunk to keep me upright, as sensations wash through me. With a deft tug, you have pulled my short pleated skirt above my hips, and now you shove a hand between my legs, first rubbing along the crotch of my panties, pushing the fabric into my slit, and then – ahh!! Jesus!! – you twist aside their gusset and push two long fingers right into my pussy. I have gone all loose and lubricated, and your fingers slide home nearly up to the knuckle.

I give a shaky, squealing gasp. My God! You ARE doing this, right here ON THE GOLF COURSE!! You are taking me, finger-fucking me with increasing force, in broad daylight by the eleventh fairway! Anyone coming along could see us … well, perhaps not from the fairway, the shrubs block the view and the light is dimmer here in the shade, but if they were to come into the woods …

Your mouth has been kissing my cheek and the back of my neck, and nibbling on my ears, and now you whisper to me, as if you can read my thoughts:

‘Don’t worry, babe, no one can see us, just enjoy it – let me have you, let me take you!’

My response is weak, quavering, indecisive:

‘No! Nooohh! Ms Michaels, please … ahhh! Oh … yes, oh! more … oh, help, yes!’

As I lean sprawled against the tree, all my resistance overcome, you pull my polo shirt over my head and unclip my sports bra. The touch of your fingers on the bare skin of my breasts ignites a wildfire in my pussy, and without conscious thought my back arches and my ass thrusts out to grind against your crotch. You give a groan of desire and grind back, at the same time squeezing my tits and grunting: ‘Go for it, bitch, go for it, you slut!’

You step back for a moment, and we are both panting for breath, our nostrils flared and our nipples hard and erect. I make no move as you reach for my bikini panties and drag them down to my ankles with one firm pull; you give a little slap to my right leg, and I have no thought of disobeying the obvious command – I step out of the panties, and you position my feet to widen my stance.

You kneel behind me, holding my hips in a firm grip, and your mouth licks around my ass and the base of my cunt, whilst you fingers re-enter my vagina and your out-thrust thumb rams up against my clitoris. My breath runs ragged, almost sobbing – a sheen of sweat coats my flanks, and the muscles in my stomach and pelvis contract as an orgasm starts to build.

Now you reach for the three-iron, which you dropped when you jumped me – but dropped quite deliberately within easy reach, for you had all this planned out before you arrived today, and you knew just what you wanted – me!! – and how you were going to do so. The fingers of your left hand prise my labia apart and reveal the moist pink target, and then you push the handle of the club up into me, like a huge dildo. I give a little scream of shock and alarm as I feel its ribbed grip slide inside my vagina, but then I surrender to its penetrative power.

You start to pull it in and out of my pussy, driving deeper and harder, and I surrender completely. Within moments I am just vaginal nerve-endings and a gasping voice that is pleading for you to take me and fuck me, and do me harder and harder and … oh, yes, please – harder!

Well, you don’t like to disappoint a hot babe – so you give me what I am pleading for, and more. The golf club is coated with my juices, getting sticky and slippery in your grasp as you piston it into my pussy. I start to babble – never, ever, have I been overcome in such a way, entered so deep, thrust into for so long, taken so high in my climax. In fact, my yelps and cries are becoming so loud and shrill that you take the golf ball from your pocket and push it into my mouth, telling me fiercely to suck on it.

I close my eyes tightly, and the world falls away – all of my senses are focused on your piledriving fucking of my pussy, and the long steel shaft of the golf club slams in an out of me like a demented drill shaft. You’re drilling me for oil – and you’re gonna get a gusher!

And then you add something more – I can’t believe that I could possibly be stimulated more than this, or be surprised again, but you are so artful, so clever. I’m not aware of you moving your left hand, which was steadying you against the tree trunk as you squatted between my legs, with your right hand firmly gripping the steel pole of the three-iron and thrusting it in and out of me. However, I am suddenly made only too aware that you have two hands – for with sudden force you push the index finger of your left hand into my ass-hole, whilst its thumb rims around my anus.

Holy fucking shit …. holy fucking, anyway! I’ve never been double-penetrated before, and only thin membranes of flesh separate where you are shafting me with the golf club and where your finger … arrgh, oh-my-fuck … oh! now it’s two fingers! … swirls around my anal opening, setting every nerve on fire.

I am barely managing to inhale through my flared nostrils, as my tongue wraps around the golf ball in my mouth. In my frenzy, I am chewing on it, and saliva drools from my parted lips and down my chin – oh! Ms Michaels, you’ve got me wet and squirting in every hole – aaahh! – you devil-woman!

You bitch-goddess, make me cum, please … I can’t take this much longer, I’m going to fall apart, I’m gonna faint, or asphyxiate … or swallow this fuckin’ golf ball whole, or something … oh, use me, you bitch, you’ve got what you want, so take me down, take me up, please … and soon, I’m begging you, oh! fuck me soon, please, have mercy, do it!

My legs are shaking, trembling, and sweat pours down my breasts and thighs. My hips judder spasmodically, and a high-pitched mewling noise is escaping the gag of the golf ball in my mouth. And then, unbelievably, you take your final shot – and it sure is a hole in one! You don’t relent on the pace with which the three-iron is pistoning my pussy, but you add a corkscrew motion as well, and this scrapes the ridges of the plastic grip around inside my vagina, with truly devastating effects.

It’s all too much, and I surrender totally to your command and control – I will never resist anything you want from me, ever again. Then like a freight train howling in the night, my climax comes upon me, with long rumbling driving momentum. I quiver all over from its intensity, and my mouth gapes wide, letting the wet and tooth-marked golf ball fall to the ground beneath me, as saliva dribbles down my chin and pussy juices course down my thighs. My head is spinning, I am dizzy and disoriented, and I clutch at the tree trunk as if it was a life-raft in a storm … in a tornado!

You step back to admire your handiwork, savouring the view of this trim athletic young woman, naked apart from her shoes, ankle socks and the skirt rucked up around her waist, spread-eagled with her pussy exposed, and sprawled against the tree trunk like a puppet whose strings have been cut, sweat-soaked, her eyes closed and her body trembling in the aftershocks of the most powerful tidal wave of orgasms that she has ever known. If the tree wasn’t here to hold me up, I’d be flat on my face on the ground, and probably passed out as well.

Unseen by me, your lips curve, and you regard me with a wolfish smile of satisfaction. There is no doubt that I have been – that I am – utterly, utterly fucked. You know that you have made a conquest, that I am now yours just as much as if you had planted your flag on my head. I will be another useful addition to your lesbian harem, and a decorative bit of pussy-fluff to take on your arm to the exclusive Sapphic parties of your equally wealthy lesbian businesswoman friends – where I will be passed around like a fresh new box of candy, for everyone to take a bite, and I will learn the ultimate pleasure: a gangbanging from a team of experienced older dykes. But that lies in my future, and for now you intend that I should learn my place in your scheme of things.

You give me a sharp, stinging slap on the rump, and tell me in a rough, eager, demanding voice to snap out of it, that I have work to do. I am so dazed that at first I don’t realise what you mean, and I start to pull my skirt down and reach for my top – until you slap my hand away. With an impatient grunt at my stupidity, you take a fistful of my skirt in one hand and a clump of my hair in the other, and you push me against the tree and also down onto my knees. My head is brought level with the crotch of the navy-blue shorts that you are wearing, and which earlier I couldn’t help noticing tightly encased the rich curve of your pelvis and full flare of your hips and ass.

Oh, right … I get it … you want me to eat your pussy, make you come as well? Well, as it happens, I am a lesbian; I wonder if you knew that for sure, or were going on instinct – or, maybe, with the arrogance of the rich towards those in their pay, you didn’t give a flying fuck anyway. I would have gladly lapped at your labia any day and any time, even without you blowing my mind like that. It also so happens that I’m pretty starved for sex (and that surely added an element to the explosive cocktail of my climax), and I like being taken by an older woman. In fact, I was the fuck-bitch of one of the world’s top five female golfers, a woman in her early 30s who broke me in as a lesbian a few months after I joined the tour. I warmed her bed almost every night for five years, and then the evil bitch just dumped me for a younger model – she likes them fresh and sweet – so she replaced me with some wunderkind strawberry-blonde of just 19 who was already being tipped as some kind of female Tiger Woods. Well, she sure was a tigress for pussy, and she and my former lover abused and degraded me, and to my shame I let them – if they offered me the chance of a threesome, I would crawl on my belly across their bedroom floor, lick their feet and beg to be used. It makes me ashamed to think of it now – that’s why I quit the tour, I couldn’t take it any more. However, in the four months that I have been here, I’ve been with no one – I just haven’t had the nerve to trawl my ass round the lesbian bars in these parts, those bitches undermined my self-confidence so much that I couldn’t face the rejection.

But you want me, in fact you want me with searing impatience, and you grip my chin with one hand as you jerk undone the button on the waistband of the shorts and yank down its bronze zipper. Pulled open, the shorts slip down to hang at your knees, revealing a pair of scarlet panties (I knew they would be jet black or bright red, you’re that kind of woman – no half-measures or compromises), expensive designer stuff with scalloped lace-trimming and gauzy side panels, while the rich red silky centrepiece is now marked with a dark patch at your cunt.

I lean wondrously forward, and trace a finger through that oozing dampness, running my nail along the cameltoe of your groove – oh, yeah, don’t think me innocent just because you took (and how you took!) me by surprise, I’ve been an active lesbian for five years, and not only with my former lover – she had a taste for threesomes (that was why she still used me sometimes, even after ditching me for Miss Blondelicious), and we sometimes did it with other players, or with local club officials where the events were held, or golf journalists, or a fan – if she was young, pretty and willing … when we did the demonstration tour in Japan, oh! it was pussy heaven.

You unbutton your stylish white shirt – through which your bra has been partly visible – and slip it off your shoulders. Your magnificently full breasts are revealed in the other half of your lingerie set – a scarlet half-cup bra which both supports and thrusts them forwards. You are hungry for it, and you tug your own panties down, and with the same forceful lunge pull them and your shorts over your shoes. The freedom this gives lets you broaden your stance, and now you spread your thighs apart and brace your self, squashing me between your pelvis and the tree.

The back of my head bumps against the bark of the trunk, shocking me back into full awareness as you press your crotch against my face, and my nose is squidged into your slit for an exotic moment. Your intoxicating scent fills my nostrils, whilst the sense of your wetness arouses me – my nipples harden into stiff erection, and with a moan I reach up with one hand to twist and pull on my own tits. Your Venus mound is full and prominent, and I am hypnotised by the sight of your full, fleshy and clean-shaven pussy.

You give another grunt, and begin to grind your crotch against my face, whilst you reach a hand between your legs and pull your labia apart. I need no more opportunity: seizing your hips to steady myself, I stick my tongue into your vagina and begin a pattern of probing thrusts and swirling licks, alternating the pace and direction unpredictably.

You look down with deep satisfaction at the top of my bobbing head, enjoying the sight of this athletic young sports-babe submissively serving you, eagerly lapping at your vagina to give you pleasure. You give a half-choked moan; as you feel your arousal building, you release your grip on the back of my head and reach for your own breasts. Two forceful tugs spill them out of the bra cups, and you take hold of your own nipples, stroking and squeezing them. You shift to arch your legs further apart, and then your pelvis jerks forwards – almost tipping me over backwards – as you reach the brink of orgasm.

I swiftly resume my position, but now I focus my oral attentions on the nub of your clitoris – large anyway, and now engorged, I can suck and nibble on it, driving you to frenzy. And then, taking a leaf from your book, I shove two fingers into your vagina, straight upwards from below, all the way in to my knuckles. Reliving your wonderful use of the golf club (oh, how I shall treasure that three-iron, for ever and ever!), I ram my fingers in and out of your sloppy, gaping hole. With a moan, you spread wider and open further. There is no doubt that you are a woman who fucks often, hard and deep, for your pussy is like a tunnel. For the first time in my life, I sink my hand right into a woman – I have long fingers, slender but very strong from hours of practice on the driving range, and usually they are more than enough. But not now, not here with you, you incredible bitch! My hand meets no more than token resistance as I squirm and push it further into you, and suddenly my knuckles are past the first constriction of your vaginal opening, and sliding wetly into you.

I can’t believe it, I am fisting you! I am fist-fucking a rich older bitch, and I’m thrilled by every second of it – I’ve actually never fisted a woman before. I sink into you, my wrist and then three or four inches of my arm. Holy shit, I’m so turned on by this, I’m running wet and dripping from my own cunt, almost as much as if I was cumming myself.

‘Yeah!’ you snarl at me, your voice rough and thick with lust; ‘you dirty, dirty little slut! You cow, c’mon on, do it you bitch, yeah! Fist me hard, fist me good, harder … harder … go on, slut!

I rasp the rough edge of my tongue across your clit, and synchronise it with my fullest pull back of my arm and then my longest, deepest thrust inside you. Your head thrashes from side to side, your teeth gnash together, and your breath dissolves into ragged panting. Your well-built frame goes rigid like stone for a brief moment, and then vibrates in ecstasy – and you heighten your intense, blazing climax by crushing your nipples between your fingers before flinging your arms wide to clutch at the tree trunk, and you give a long groaning yowl.

I remain where I am – for I feel it is my place, to be kneeling in reverence at your feet, my lips just inches from your cunt. After a moment, your breathing returns to something closer to normal, and you lean away from me, giving me more room to breathe. You reach down and ruffle my hair affectionately, and in a much softer tone than anything you have said since you began your seduction of me (if that’s the right word for something so vigorous and commanding), you say:

‘Well, you are hot stuff, aren’t you? I thought maybe your fires had gone out, but I think we’ve re-ignited them!’

I smile up at you, and nod. Oh, yes, you surely surely have – and it is like the dam has been breached, and I suddenly realise that I am consumed by desire for lesbian sex. I also have the pleasant feeling that I won’t have to hunt for it – because you have already hunted and captured me.

There is a small towel in our golf bags, normally used to dry the grips of the drivers and of your hands, whether of sweat on hot days or rain on wet ones. We each use these to wipe around between our legs and over our thighs and torsos, and then we shuffle back into our discarded clothes. I dry off the golf ball that had served as my muffler, but I slip into my pocket – I intend to keep it as a souvenir of this amazing day, and not to risk losing it by playing it.

When we are presentable again, hair combed and faces dried, you take my hand and draw me back against you. With one hand cupping my chin, you look firmly into my eyes, and ask me if I want to come back to your house after we finish the round, as you express it ‘for more fun fucking and more fucking fun!’. I smile broadly and nod happily, and you seal the pact with a kiss on my lips. Then, still holding my hand, you lead me back to the fairway. Incredibly, only about twenty minutes has passed whilst we were in the woods, and no one will remark our slightly later than average return to the clubhouse – after all, it is partly a tuition round, and bound to take longer. It looks as if two groups have played through the eleventh whilst we were out of sight in the woods; they did not see or hear us, and seem not have seen my ball lying in the fairway.

As we stroll to the twelfth tee, you admit to me that you are not a beginner at golf, that you played quite regularly some years ago but then the demands of business crowded it out – that you were really wanting a refresher course, but when you saw a piece in the local newspaper about my taking up this job, and saw my picture, you decided it would give more opportunities if you pretended to know nothing of the game. I smiled inwardly – my instinct had been right, and of course your hooked drive into the woods had been entirely intentional.

You look at me as I take my stance to address the ball for my drive down the long par-five twelfth, admiring my figure in profile, and especially the lean jut of my ass.

‘If this was match-play’, you remark casually, ‘for certain, I won that last hole!’

I release a smashing drive that bounces down to the centre-left of the fairway, to the ideal position from which to fade one round the turn and onto the green with the second and make an eagle opportunity. Then I look at you, and grin:

‘Lady, for sure, you won not just the hole but the match!’

Then I turn towards you, and lift the front of my skirt – my pussy is naked beneath, as I had stuffed my soiled panties into a pouch in my golf bag rather than putting them back on. I run one finger lasciviously up and down my slit, teasing it open to show a flash of the hot pink inner flesh.

‘… and here’s your prize!’ I added; ‘and you get to take it away with you – but put it in your bedroom, not on the mantelpiece!’

You laugh, amused by my metaphor, and your pulse quickens at the thought of the ways in which you and friends will use my fit young body. Reaching forward, you thrust a finger into my pussy, and reply:

‘Don’t worry, I will! I believe that things are there to be used – and you will be, oh yes, you will be!’

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