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Having hard nipples brings its own morning rewards

Steffi Lange swep into her office with a grim look on her face, and her executive assistant, Shelly Engel, rolled her eyes and thought to herself, ‘Oh shit, it’s gonna be one of those days!!!” Pouring a fresh cup of coffee, she knocked on Steffi’s door and entered he boss’s office. “Here’s your coffee and the Journal, she said, placing them on the desk in front of the blond executive. “Men are such pigs,” spat Steffi! “What happened,” asked Shelly, as she took a chair across from the large desk in front of her boss? “When I was walking from the train I think every man on the street must have looked at my chest! It just makes me sick,” said an irate Steffi!!! Now Steffi Lange was a very good looking woman with mane of blond hair and long slim legs, she is just naturally going to command attention from the opposite sex. What really makes them sit up and take notice, however, is her more than ample chest. An easy 38D, she is every man’s wet dream! Her unusually large nipples seem to be constantly erect, and it seems that now matter how heavy a bra or blouse, they poke through the fabric and seem to say to the world, “Here I am, look at me!” And that, is exactly what happens! This morning for example, at least twice one man poked another in the ribs just to point out her obvious assets! In the winter at least she could cover up with a heavy coat, but in this heat, even a light jacket felt oppressive. Shelly got up from her chair and walked around behind Steffi’s chair and slid her hands down and cupped over stuffed chest that was still heaving from the tirade! “Let me help you relax, boss,” offered Shelly! As many times as she had held them, Shelly was still mesmerized by the heft and firmness of such a large bust. Under her expert hand, the already hard nipples strained even harder to poke through the thin cloth. Steffi leaned back and was noticeably quieter as she the magic fingers massaged her heavy tits. “More,” Shelly asked? A nod from Steffi and Shelly unbuttoned the silk blouse and reached inside to feel the sheer bra that was being asked to do a lot of work holding all that tit flesh in place! Steffi was now squirming in her chair, opening and closing her legs, trying to put pressure on her now wet pussy. Continuing to work on her tits, Shelly could feel her own vagina beginning to secrete fluid, and both women were now feeling the familiar ache deep inside their cunts. Not able to ignore her pussy any longer, Steffi reached into her bottom desk drawer and pulled out a large black strap on dildo and handed it back to Shelly, and both women stopped what they were doing and quickly stripped off all their clothing. Shelly loved seeing Steffi naked! Besides her big boobs, the rest of her was perfect too! From her long slim legs to the perfect blond vee of pubic hair that covered a very puffy pair of pussy lips, Steffi had a stunning body to say the least! Having gotten out of her own clothes, Shelly stepped into the harness and adjusted the straps on the big rubber cock. “Hurry Shel, I’m on fire,” implored a very hot Steffi!!! When it was fitted into place, the big black cock stuck out obscenely from Shelly’s crotch. “Top or bottom,” Shelly asked Steffi? “I want to ride it,” a now panting Steffi said! Shelly lay down on top of the desk leaving “her” fuck pole sticking straight up in the air! Steffi dexterously mounted her secretary and lowered her gaping slit onto the knob of the latex monster. Slowly she ground her twat down until all nine thick inches had disappeared into her slot! Groaning as each inch slid in, she lifted one of her nipples to her lips and sucked on it greedily! Seeing her boss flaunt her body in this fashion made Shelly cup her own tits and twist her hard little nipples! Steffi now was working her pussy up and down the massive member, her orgasm flooding through her cunt as it contracted around the thick ebony colored pole. After resting for a moment to get her breath, Steffi realized that Shelly still hadn’t gotten off. “Let me help you lover,” she said, as she hopped off the desk. Removing the strapon exposed Shelly’s crack for Steffi’s waiting mouth, and Steffi loved eating Shelly’s pussy! It always tasted so sweet, but what really turned her on was Shelly’s clit! It was much bigger than her own little nub, and stuck out from the mass of brown pussy fur! Finding her little “friend” already erect, Steffi at first flicked her tongue over it’s little head, and then sucked it between her lips and teeth. Shelly always loved to get it nibbled on, and this was no exception! After only several minutes of nipping and licking, the little slut was filling her mouth with hot cunt juice! Her orgasm seemed to last forever!!! Steffi was a little jealous of Shelly that way, because her own cums were hard but much quicker than Shelly’s, who just seemed to ride an endless wave of climaxes! “What a way to start the morning,” said a fully sated Shelly! Looking at the clock, Steffi said, “Look at the time, we gotta get to work!!!” After they dressed, Shelly kissed Steffi on the cheek and said, “I just hope those dirty old men keep looking at your tits!” Steffi just laughed and said, “Off to work!”

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Julie stepped out of the cab, pulling her jacket tighter against the cold evening

The Club

By anon y mouse

Julie stepped out of the cab, pulling her jacket tighter against the cold evening wind. Her friend Sarah followed her, paying the twenty dollar tab.

“Well, this is it,” said Sarah cheerfully, flicking a lock of brown hair from her face.

“Are you sure?” asked Julie, looking about nervously. Across the street from where the cab had dropped them off stood a large building, built of plain concrete block. The entire side was broken by only a single door, “It doesn’t look like much of a club.”

Sarah took her hand and led her across the street, Julie taking care not to stumble; she wasn’t used to wearing high heels.

Julie adjusted her clothes as they got closer. She wore a simple white blouse and a dark, knee-length skirt with black stockings, her light brown hair tied neatly behind her.

“I’m not really sure about this,” she said, “Can’t we do this another night?”

“No, we can’t,” said Sarah, reaching for the door handle, “The pass I got you is only for tonight.”

Sarah pulled the door open and led Julie into the dimly lit hallway behind. The walls were painted a dark shade of red. Bare bulbs pointed the way to a battered doorway, thumping bass notes echoed through the hall to the music.

A woman stood at the door, she was tall and muscular, wearing tight black jeans and a t-shirt. Julie felt herself turn red under her stare.

“Good evening Rocky,” Sarah said to the woman.

“Evening Sarah,” she said back, not taking her eyes off of Julie, “Who’s your friend?”

“This is Julie,” she replied, pushing Julie closer, “I’ve got her in tonight.”

“Does Mistress know?”

“Yep”

Rocky nodded, not taking her eyes off Julie. She leant over and opened the door.

“Enjoy the show,” she said with a smile.

***

Julie bit back a gasp as she looked around the room. There was a stage in the centre of the room, with an attached catwalk that led into the back. A nude Asian girl was dancing around the steel pole, a black thong in her teeth. There was a bar stretched out along the right hand wall, a number of women seated, sipping drinks.

Sarah led her to an empty table close to the stage. Julie hung her jacket over the back of the chair, more than a little aware of the people watching her.

A waitress came over to their table. Julie guessed she couldn’t be any older than fifteen. She had long red hair pulled back in a pony tail and wore only a simple white apron that covered her crotch.

“Hey Sarah,” she said with a smile, “What can I get ya?”

Sarah ordered the drinks for both of them, and the waitress left. Julie’s eyes locked onto her exposed ass.

“See,” said Sarah, watching her friend’s gaze, “This place isn’t so bad.”

Julie turned back and stared into the table, “I’m really not sure about this.”

“Relax. Everyone is here for the same reason’s you are.”

As their waitress came back with the drinks, Julie couldn’t help ogling the girl’s firm breasts as she leant over to place them on the table, a much older woman came up to them. Julie had to admit, she was very attractive—; long silver hair tied up in a bow, wearing a black dress that was cut in just the right places.

“So, you must be Julie,” she said, extending her hand, “I’m Mistress.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” said Julie, trying to keep her nervousness out of her voice.

“Sarah tells me this is your first time at a place like this.”

“Y-yeah,” Julie said, “I’m not really sure what to expect.”

“Oh don’t worry,” said Mistress, as lights began to flash on stage, “I’m sure you’ll know what you want by the end of the night.”

Claps and cheers came up from around the club as the first dancer walked on stage; the PA system announcing her as ‘Lioness’.

Julie let out a gasp as she looked at her. She couldn’t have been older than ten or eleven, and wore a tight, leopard print dress. The lights pulsed on her dark skin, as she spun herself around the pole, letting the dress ride up over her hips, baring her bald sex to the crowd.

Julie took a sip of her drink and watched as the girl slipped the dress down off her chest, exposing her pointy nipples, leaving the dress around her waist. Glancing over at her friend, Julie saw Sarah was entranced, staring intently as the girl slid down the pole; her knees spread wide, and began humping her plump butt against the cool steel.

“Holy fuck,” Sarah murmured, her hand slipping under the waistband of her jeans.

Julie scanned the room and saw many other women where in the midst of pleasuring themselves, and each other.

She turned her eyes back to the dancer, and watched as she bucked up and down. She was moaning in delight, as she pushed her sex against the poke, pinching and tweaking her nipples.

She suddenly flipped over, onto her back, and with her legs spread as wide as she could, she rubbed herself off, and her legs tensing through her climax, her squeals of delight temporarily blocking out the music.

As the girl lay on her back panting, Sarah, as well as a few other women, pulled notes from their pockets. They lent over the stage and rubbed them against her wet lips. They then slapped them against her thighs, and the notes stuck.

Eventually, the girl got up, blowing kisses to the crowd, before slinking off into the back.

“Well,” said Sarah when the girl had gone, “What did you think?”

“I honestly don’t know what to say,” said Julie, “I mean she’s so young…”

“Well yeah,” said Sarah, “That’s kinda the point.”

Julie was about to say something else, when the PA came on again.

“And next up, everyone put your hands together for; Angelica”

The lights flashed on again, only this time they were a lot softer. The girl who came out was much younger than the one before, she looked not much over eight years old. She had golden blonde hair, which had been tied back in pigtails. She wore a typical schoolgirl’s uniform; pleated skirt, white shirt with tie, knee high socks and shiny black shoes, the outfit was topped off with a set of furry white angel wings.

“Oh my god,” Julie heard herself moan, not noticing the smirk she got from Sarah.

The girl swayed onto the stage, her hips swinging back and forth to the music, her skirt occasionally flipping up to expose the tiniest white g-string.

She slowly removed her shirt, undoing each button agonisingly slowly, letting the crowd get glimpses of her pale skin. She threw it into the crowd when it was done, and Julie silently cursed the woman who grabbed it.

Angelica spun around the pole, her skirt flipping up again. Julie was fascinated by her fluid movements, she moved around the circle so confidently for a child so young. The girl pulled at the little zip on her skirt, and bent forward as she pulled it down, her round ass facing out into the crowd. She kicked her leg out, and the red garment spun through the air, caught by one of the women at the bar.

Julie didn’t notice when Sarah excused herself and got up from the table, she just watched mesmerised as Angelica continued to twirl around the pole, her too small underwear creeping down her body. Her panties finally slipped down her legs and she stepped one foot out of them.

As she looked up, she locked eyes with Julie, and the woman and girl stared at each other for what, to Julie, felt like an eternity. She walked to the edge of the stage, closest to Julie, and stuck her foot out, her white panties hanging off.

Julie willed her hand to stay steady as she reached out and plucked them off her foot. Angelica gave her the sweetest smile and cart wheeled backwards, landing perfectly against the pole.

She continued dancing, spreading her legs for the crowds enjoyment. Julie watched, enraptured by this girl, all the while her hands caressed the white panties in her hands.

***

Sarah sat back at their table as Angelica left the stage, smiling and giving little waves.

“Did I miss anything good?” she asked calmly, trying not to laugh and Julie’s stunned expression.

“That girl is fantastic,” said Julie quietly, still holding the girl’s g-string.

“I’m glad you like her,” said Sarah, “You even got yourself a nice souvenir.”

Julie blushed as she realised she still held them, feeling the slight wetness on her fingers.

The PA system announced they would be a break for a while, so Sarah called one of the nude waitresses over and ordered a couple more drinks.

“How did you find out about this place?” asked Julie when their drinks arrived.

“Same way you did,” replied Sarah, taking a sip, “A friend of mine told me about it.”

They continued their conversation and Mistress walked over, a certain stride in her step.

“Sarah. Julie,” she said, “The girls are ready for you now.”

Sarah smiled and pulled Julie to her feet, “Great. Now comes the good part.”

She led a puzzled Julie out through a side door, which led to a staircase. Upstairs, the club resembled a hotel, with corridors leading to numerous rooms.

Mistress led them down passed many rooms, the soft sounds of feminine moans emanating from within.

“Okay,” she said, stopping in the hallway, “This is your room Sarah,” she said, gesturing to a room on her right, “And this is your room Julie.” gesturing to the room on her left, “Just remember, if they say stop, stop.”

She left them with a smile and made her way back down the corridor.

“What the hell’s going on?” asked Julie, her earlier nerves making showing again.

“Don’t worry” said Sarah, pushing Julie towards the door, “Just enjoy yourself”

***

Julie entered the room tentatively. It was laid out quite simply. There was a large chair in one corner, and a double bed opposite. The ceiling was mirrored, and a soft light came from wall mounted torches.

Angelica was seated on the chair.

The girl got up and walked to Julie. She had changed from her previous outfit, now her hair hung loosely down her back, and she wore only a sheer black dress, her pale body practically shining underneath.

She took her hand and led her to the bed, crawling along it on her hands and knees. She crooked her finger at Julie, and the older woman followed her. She had Julie lie down on the bed, and stood over her. She danced to the imagined beat in her mind, offering Julie peeks up her black dress.

Now they were closer, Julie was able to drink in this girl’s beauty. Her skin was smooth, and there was just the smallest amount of muscle definition on her body, due to night’s dancing.

She pulled the dress up and over herself, and threw it behind her, continuing to sway her hips, back and forth.

She arched her back and flipped over, ending up on her stomach, her face pointing up Julie’s skirt. Julie felt the girl’s hands reach up and grabbed her panties, pulling them down off her legs.

“Oh my god,” she moaned as she felt Angelica’s fingers probe at her sex.

Julie grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up, Angelica smiled at the sight of Julie’s trimmed sex. The first time she felt the girl’s young mouth lower itself onto her aching sex; Julie bucked her hips of the bed, almost going over the edge right then and there.

But Angelica was gentle; she calmed Julie down by massaging her stomach before tackling her pussy once more.

Small fingers pushed into her hole, thrusting in and out with a slow pace. Julie had to beg the girl to go faster, as she thrust her hips against her hand.

Back and forth, in and out of Julie’s pussy her fingers went with ease. Then she pulled them out and brought them up to her mouth, licking them hungrily, savouring it as though it was her last meal. Then she brought them to Julie’s mouth, tracing them over her lips so she could taste herself. The flavour was sweet and musky and it drove her crazy with desire.

Julie grabbed the little girl and spun her round; bring her baby-bald sex to her face.

The smell of her cunt was incredibly intoxicating, and the softness of that hairless pussy against her mouth was almost enough to make Julie come again. Angelica’s hips were bucking against her face as if she were fucking a cock.

The feeling of it was unreal. Her hands held Julie’s in place while she feasted on her swiftly flowing juices. Julie could feel her getting closer; hear her moans getting louder and louder. Her head fell back, her mouth opened, her flat chest thrust forward ‘and her thighs shook uncontrollably against Julie’s face.

Angelica slid off Julie’s body and lay on the bed, panting for breath. Julie looked up in the mirror, watching as Angelica slowly caressed her swollen sex with her fingers.

Julie pulled the girl closer to her, and slipped on her legs between the girls’s. Julie, on top, grinded against Angelica, their pussies pushing harder together; Angelica revelled at the feel of another hard, swollen clit rubbing against her own, and humped against her.

Their clits throbbed and Angelica moaned in ecstasy. Julie was basking in the feeling of hot girl flesh, and she reached down with her hand to cup Angelica’s butt cheeks, pulling her harder against herself, feeling her stiff clit, her pussy wet and hot.

Julie trailed both her hands up Angelica’s body, feeling her hard nipples. She massaged them as the two fucked. It felt so good Julie soon cried with happiness.

They moaned and screamed and climaxed and moaned and climaxed again, the mutual bliss driving them to impossible heights. Juices gushed and dripped from their cunts, like Overflowing rivers of pleasure as orgasm followed one another, each more intense than the last.

Julie slid off the young girl and slumped onto the bed, her breathing was hard and laboured. Looking up in the mirror she saw Angelica was the same, her tiny muscles twitching under her skin.

Angelica was the first to move, leaning over Julie’s tired form and kissing her deeply, their tongues dancing around each other.

“Thank you,” she said, her angelic voice sounding sweeter through her exhaustion, “That was exquisite. I hope we can do it again, soon.”

Angelica slid off the bed, picking her dress up off the floor. Blowing Julie a final kiss, she left the room.

***

Sarah was waiting for her when she left the room. Julie couldn’t help but notice her clothes where a little dishevelled, as well as the faint scratch marks on her arm.

“So,” she asked, “What do you think of this place?”

“This club,” said Julie, still a little out of breath, “is fucking amazing.”

“I’m glad you think so. Here, Mistress asked me to give you this. You’ll need it if you ever want to come back.”

Sarah handed over a necklace. Hanging from the silver chain, was a gold Venus symbol. Inside the loop was a smaller symbol.

“Welcome to the ‘Cunthia Club’” Sarah said with a smile.

THE END

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Billy turns his sister and her hot friend into his mind-controlled cum-sluts!

Converting the Family

Chapter One: Mind-Controlled Cum-Sluts

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: An anonymous fan commissioned this story and allowed it to be shared. I merely penned this individual’s outline.

Billy Purvis

I gripped the modified remote in my hand. Weeks of being closeted in my hot, stuffy bedroom had finally paid off. I was ready to use it. I’d resisted busting out my device all day, struggling through college, suffering. I wanted to use it so badly, my dick hard, begging for satisfaction.

The remote would change everything.

I had applied the cutting edge of technology, modifying the remote not to broadcast an infrared signal, but an ultrasonic pattern that could affect brainwaves. If I pointed it at a person and pressed the pause button, they would be paralyzed. The play button would unfreeze them. I could hit the power button and knock them out.

But that wasn’t the real thing my device could do. If I hit the record button, anything I said while holding the remote would rewrite their brain. It would mind-control them, making them do whatever I wanted. Finally, I would get what I craved.

“The little troll’s been locked in his room for weeks,” the words of my older sister, Cali, echoed through the library as I entered it. “It’s been wonderful. I haven’t had to worry about the nasty freak perving on me or stealing my panties to jerk off in them.”

“It’s so disgusting the way he leers at you,” Vanessa, Cali’s best friend and the hottest girl in school, said. Like Cali, she was a senior, a sexy girl. “Bad enough I’ve had him drooling over me, but you’re his sister! That’s just filthy.”

“Is the little shit harassing you again?” Chet, Vanessa’s boyfriend, asked. “I can talk to him again.”

An anger shot through me. The last time he “talked” to me, I was scared he would knock my teeth out. He didn’t understand that Vanessa should love me. That she was mine. So was Cali. They all should be mine.

“Fucking prick,” I growled, trembling.

“Language, young man,” gasped Mrs. Crabtree, the gray-haired librarian. I pointed the remote at her as she sat at her desk in our college’s library. I hit the pause button.

She froze.

“We can talk to him together,” Brad, Vanessa’s twin brother and Cali’s boyfriend, said. “Make him understand he just can’t perv on girls that despise him. Especially his sister.”

“And not especially your twin sister, Brad?” asked Vanessa.

I stalked forward, my cock hard. My breath wheezed with my excitement. All those weeks of trial and error, and my masterpiece was complete. I moved into the library, walking around a shelf of books and spotted the foursome sitting around the table.

I almost groaned at the sight of the two girls sitting on opposite sides of the table, Vanessa a blonde goddess, slender and graceful. She didn’t have the biggest tits, but that didn’t matter. Her face was smooth, and her blue eyes always had this sparkling gleam in them. I was frozen by her beauty, in awe of her.

My hand squeezed my hard cock through my jeans.

And my older sister, Cali, was just as hot. She had black hair, like me, only hers fell sleek and silkily down her back. She had a delicate nose and plump lips, her breasts bigger than Vanessa’s, round delights swelling her sleeveless top. She held Brad’s hand while Chet…

Chet had his arm over Vanessa’s shoulder.

I glared at him, a nasty surge of anger rippling through me for the square-jawed star quarterback of our college. Chet had everything I lacked. He was tall and handsome, his shoulders broad. He had this cocky grin that made all the girls fawn over him, and he landed the sexiest girl in school.

My Vanessa.

“Oh, god, the troll’s here,” groaned Cali, glancing at me, disgust rippling across her face.

“I thought the freak was locked up in his room the moment his classes were done,” Brad said, a masculine version of Vanessa. Blond, like her, but his hair short. His face was bluff, broad, handsome where hers was gorgeous.

“Eww, he’s groping his crotch,” Vanessa said, shuddering like I was so filthy.

My cheeks burned. Why did she have to despise me? I would show her. I would make her understand.

“God, Billy, you’re such a pathetic fucking boy,” Cali hissed. “Get lost! We’re studying here!”

“Hey, freak,” growled Chet, standing up. “Get the fuck out of here, stop groping yourself, or else.”

“Or else?” I taunted as Chet stalked towards me. I didn’t have to be afraid any longer. He stood tall, clenching his fists. His knuckles popped.

I pointed the remote at him and hit pause. He froze. He stood there looking like an idiot. Little spasms rippled through him, but his muscles were locked in place. I could see the cockiness melting out of his eyes.

“Chet?” Vanessa said, frowning. “What are you doing?”

I hit the record button, saying, “Chet, why are you mad? You don’t like Vanessa. She’s too young for you. You only like grandmothers. If a woman doesn’t have saggy tits, dentures, and gray hair, you don’t get hard at all. That’s how pathetic you are. You’re a granny chaser. A GILF lover. You don’t give a shit about me at all. You don’t ever want to hurt me. Why would you? You don’t give a fuck about Vanessa.”

I hit play.

Chet lurched into motion. Then he blinked, shaking his head. Bafflement crossed over his expression. Then his eyes slid over to the librarian. Her face wrinkled, her hair gray. She was frozen for his appreciation. A smile crossed his lips as he gazed at her, nodding his head as he sauntered to her.

I pointed the remote at the librarian, saying, “You got the hots for Chet. Take him home with you. He’s your new boy toy.”

“Chet!” Vanessa gasped, standing up as her boyfriend strutted to the librarian’s desk. I hit play on the old lady, and she smiled at Chet, preening her gray hair.

I swept the remote over the other three at the table, holding record, hitting all three. “Isn’t it disgusting that Chet’s hitting on that old bat?” I asked, the ultrasonic waves rewriting their minds. “You think it is. Just filthy that he wants to fuck an old lady. Let him know how pathetic he is. Especially you, Vanessa. He’s dumping you for an old lady.”

All three glared at Chet, giving him that same looks of disgust that they gave me. Vanessa rose, putting her hands on her hips. “Chet!” she snapped as he reached the desk, leaning over, stroking the librarian’s wrinkled cheek, talking to her. “That’s disgusting! How can you just flirt with that old lady while I’m here?”

The librarian laughed, her punish fingers taking Chet’s hand. Whatever she said made Chet grin.

“Dude,” Brad said. “What the fuck, man? She’s ancient! She’s older than my grandmother and…” His words trailed off as the librarian came around the desk, taking Chet’s arm.

“I can’t believe he’s dumping you for an old lady,” I said.

“I know!” Vanessa said. “You asshole, Chet! I hope she’s so dry it hurts!” Then Vanessa glared at me. “And you! Stop leering at me, you fucking troll!”

“Yeah!” Brad said, his gaze snapping to me.

I pointed the remote at him. “Brad, just sit back and relax. You’re going to enjoy this. You love being cuckolded. You love seeing Cali have sex with me. It makes you so hard knowing my sister is such a hot slut that she would rather fuck me than you.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Cali snarled, bouncing to her feet, her breasts heaving beneath her tight tops. “You think I would ever touch you, you fucking troll! You are disgusting! I am telling Mom that you’re a fucking perv!”

I pointed the remote at her.

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Cali Purvis

Such anger burned through me as I stared at my little brother. He was so ugly, his face greasy and pimply. He was scrawny, his face squat like a toad, his arms hairy. He was short and fat. A fucking tub of lard. I don’t know how we came from the same womb. How could Mom give birth to something as filthy, as perverted, as twisted as him? He was a troll, a nasty troglodyte lurking in his dark room, and now he was here, perving on me.

Telling my boyfriend that he was going to fuck me!

“If you think I would ever touch you,” I hissed at him. “You are so deluded, Billy! Even if you weren’t my brother, I would never touch you. You’re a fucking homunculus. You’re the ugliest guy at school.”

“Damn, you are one hot slut,” my disgusting brother said, squeezing his cock through his jeans, shuddering at me.

“Hot slut!” I hissed and marched towards Billy. Anger swelled inside of me as he pointed his dumb remote at me. “I’m going to claw out your eyes.”

The red light flickered at the end of the remote. Did he think it was a weapon?

“You think I’m the sexiest guy in school. A stud. I’m so hot it makes you so wet for me,” Billy said. “You don’t care that I’m your brother. You think that’s hot. You think incest is best. You want to fuck me so badly. You want to do anything I want. You’re a nymph for me, Cali. A fucking slut. You want me more than you ever have wanted Brad. You hate Brad. He’s a pathetic cuckold that wants you to fuck me. He gets off on it. Don’t you, Brad?”

“Oh, damn, it would be so hot,” groaned Brad, “if you let your brother fuck you, Cali.”

Such loathing shot through me. I threw a look over my shoulder at my boyfriend. He groped himself, looking so excited. “You want me to fuck my little brother, huh?” I asked, my pussy melting in my panties. I shuddered, my hips wiggling from side to side. “You want to see me be his little slut?”

“So badly,” Brad groaned. “That would be so hot to see.”

“What the fuck?” Vanessa groaned.

“Mmm, you want me to do this, huh?” I moaned, sauntering to Billy. How had I never seen how sexy my short brother was? He was the hottest guy attending our college. It was like he opened my eyes, his remote showing me the truth. A short, chubby stud. Brad was just like Chet, another disgusting perv. “You want me to kiss my brother?”

“So badly,” moaned Brad. “Do it, babe.”

How could I ever have dated such a pathetic guy like him. “Don’t call me babe,” I hissed. “You’re too disgusting to call me that.”

I threw my arm around my brother’s neck. I had a few inches of height on him. I pressed my crotch against him, my jeans rasping on his as I humped against his thigh. My clit ached as I rubbed against him. Pleasure shot through me. My hand slid down his chubby stomach while my brother stared at me with such joy in his eyes.

“Cali,” he groaned in awe like he was shocked I would want to do this to him.

“Mmm, you are such a stud, Billy,” I moaned, my hand sliding down his stomach to his jeans. I reached his crotch. I squeezed him, feeling his cock through his jeans. My brother’s hot cock. I shuddered as I groped him. I nuzzled my lips to his ear. “I want your cock in me so badly, little brother.”

“God, you are a fucking whore,” he groaned as I squeezed him, his dick throbbing through my jeans.

“I’m not a whore!” I objected. “I’ve only had sex with Brad.”

He pointed the remote at me. The red light flashed as he opened my eyes, saying, “You’re not just a whore. You’re a slut. A cum-slut. For me. You want to guzzle my jizz. You’re a nympho now. For months, you’ve been masturbating to me, and now you get to do whatever you want to me.”

“Yes!” I moaned, grinding on him. These memories blossomed in my mind of all the times I rubbed my pussy thinking about him. How I plunged my fingers into my cunt while imagining I was gulping down my little brother’s jizz. “I have, Billy. I’ve been trying to hide it, but I want to be your cum-slut. I’ve masturbated so many times to being drenched in your spunk.”

“What the hell is going on?” Vanessa asked, her voice cracking. “Has everyone gone mad? You hate your brother, Cali. You think he’s disgusting.”

“He’s hot!” I objected, glaring at my blonde friend as I kept humping against my brother. My pussy was on fire. He was so sexy. “How can you even say I found the hottest guy in school disgusting?”

“Are you kidding me?” Vanessa said, her voice brittle. “Hottest? Come on, Brad, you think Billy’s ugly.”

“So ugly,” Brad groaned. “And Cali would rather fuck him than me. Look at her, she’s just humping him.”

Vanessa looked so shocked.

The red light flicked before my face as my hot, little brother said, “You’re bi, Cali. You have the hots for Vanessa, too. You’re a slut for her. She makes you almost as wet as I do. You want to share me with her. So go tell her that. Show her how hot you are, how much you want to share me with her.”

“Yes!” I moaned. My little brother was so right. “You’re so hot, Vanessa. I should have told you sooner!”

“What?” my blonde friend gasped as I broke away from my little brother.

I was so glad that my little brother had that device. It made everything make so much sense. He revealed what I was hiding. I did want to share him with Vanessa. She made my pussy ache, too. She was so sexy. I’d been suppressing my lesbian desires for her for… I don’t know how long. But this must have been in me.

“Cali,” Vanessa groaned, squirming in her chair. “Please, please, this isn’t funny. Stop playing along with your brother.”

“I’m not playing along,” I purred as I straddled her lap, my hands cupping her face. I stared into her blue eyes, my black hair falling in a curtain around my face. I squirmed on her lap. “Don’t you want to have a threesome with me and the hottest guy in our school?”

“Hottest guy?” Vanessa said, her voice shrill. She let out a hysterical laugh. “This is fucked up. Stop this, Cali.”

“You’re just so sexy,” I purred, my head leaning down.

I kissed Vanessa on the mouth. She stiffened against me. She squirmed while her hands pushed on me, trying to thrust me away as I just wanted to love her. To share her with my brother. I didn’t understand why she didn’t see it. Why she found him disgusting at all.

She just had to be honest about her feelings.

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

Vanessa Banks

I wrenched my head away from Cali’s lips. I couldn’t believe she was kissing me. Her hazel eyes brimmed with this hunger I had never seen in her. I shuddered, squirming as she ground atop me. This was insane. This couldn’t be happening.

“Don’t you want to fuck him with me?” moaned Cali.

“Have you lost your mind?” I demanded. “I would never, ever fuck that disgusting troll you have for a brother! He’s vile! He’s loathsome! He’s the foulest, ugliest, most perverted creep I have ever met. Look at him!”

I shifted, glaring at Billy. He stood there, short and squat, his black hair greasy, his clothing rumpled. There was a stain on his shirt. He was just a pig. He shifted, clutching that remote. He looked hurt.

Good.

“Yeah, I meant every word!” I hissed at him while Cali nuzzled into my ear. She nibbled on my lobe. “And stop that, Cali! I’m not gay or bi! I don’t want to fuck your brother.”

“But it’ll be so much fun!” moaned Cali as she humped against me like a bitch in heat.

“You really think I’m pathetic?” Billy asked.

“Absolutely!” I said, glaring at him. “I don’t know what you did to Cali and my brother, but you will undo it right now!”

He pointed the remote at me. The red light pulsed at the end. “But you love me, Vanessa,” Billy said. “You think I’m hot. Sexy. You don’t think I’m filthy at all. You don’t think I’m a creep, but a stud. I make you hotter than Chet ever did.”

“Of course I love you,” I said, smiling at him, his sister still grinding on me. My heart beat so fast. This wonderful patter shivered buzzing joy through me. That giddy rush I felt when Chet first asked me out now consumed me as I stared at Billy. I smiled at him. “I… I don’t know…” It hit me what I had said to him. “I… Don’t understand…”

“Why you thought I was disgusting?” he asked.

“Of course you’re not disgusting,” I said, drinking in the sight of him. That lank, greasy hair was just so sexy. He was short and squat, the sort of chubby man that any woman would want. I didn’t mind his acne, and the stain on his shirt just proved how manly he was. “You’re my hairy hunk, Billy!”

He smiled. “That’s good to hear. You want to show me that love, don’t you?” he said, still pointing the remote at me. Red light flickered. “You’ll do anything to please me. The way a girl in love should.”

“Absolutely!” I moaned.

“Mmm, I know, it’s so hot, isn’t it?” Cali moaned. She licked my ear again. I wished she would stop. She wasn’t her brother.

“Why don’t you two come here and show me your tits,” Billy said.

“Of course!” I said, so happy to show the guy I loved my breasts.

“Damn, yes, show your brother those tits, Cali,” my twin groaned. “You, too, sis. He’s so much more of a man than me.”

“God, you’re pathetic,” Cali said as she slid off of me, her hazel eyes glazed. She peeled off her sleeveless top, exposing her round breasts constrained in a scarlet bra, a black bow between the cups.

“Oh, that’s a cute bra,” I said as I stood up, my fingers unbuttoning my own blouse. “Don’t you think, honey?”

“Honey…” Billy repeated. He had such a grin on him. He was three years younger than me and just such a stud. “You really love me, Vanessa?”

“Of course I do,” I said, shaking my head at how silly his question was. “I’m taking my top off for you in our college’s library because I do. I’d never do that for Chet.” I didn’t hide my disgust for my ex-boyfriend.

He could fuck Mrs. Crabtree dried-up snatch all he wanted.

“And I just want to fuck you, bro,” Cali moaned. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra.

“Holy shit,” Billy said as his older sister’s tits came into view. I’d seen them before. To me, they were just a pair of boobs. I had them—every girl had them—they were no big deal to me.

But Billy…

He looked so cute as he lusted at her. His eyes almost bulged. He squeezed his cock in his jeans, groaning as Cali cupped her breasts. She kneaded them, digging her fingers into her tits. Her nipples were hard as mine.

I slipped off my blouse, folded it, and set it on the study table. Billy slid his eyes to me, staring at my small tits, barely B’s. They were cradled in my cream bra, the cups surrounded by royal blue lace. He licked his lips, wanting to see my breasts so badly.

I wanted to make him happy and show him how much I loved him. I reached behind me and unhooked it. The straps slipped off my shoulders. My pussy grew hotter and hotter, my juices flowing, soaking into my panties as the bra fell off my breasts. I exposed my small tits, my pink nipples so hard.

“Damn,” Billy groaned. His brown eyes flicked from my tits to his sisters and then back to mine.

I preened for him, thrusting my tits proudly before me as sauntered to him, Cali at my side. Billy groaned. He shoved his remote into his hands, rubbed his sweaty hands on his jeans, then groped us. He squeezed my tit and his sister’s, his fingers digging into my flesh.

“Oh, my fucking god,” he groaned. “You’re both so great. I’m squeezing them. Fuck, yeah. You’re tits… I’m really enjoying both your tits.”

“You like them?” I asked, shivering as he brushed my nipple, pleasure shooting down to my pussy. “Really?”

“Course he does,” Cali said. “We’re hot.”

“So hot,” groaned Billy. “I still can’t believe this is happening. It makes me so hard.”

“Mmm, good,” Cali said. “Because you’re making me so wet. God, I just want your cum all over me. I want to bathe in it.”

“Such a cum-slut,” groaned Billy.

“She is,” I moaned, Billy pinching my nipple. I winced and them moaned. It hurt and felt good all at the same time. He had no idea how to touch breasts.

Because he’d never done it!

He was a virgin. These were the first pair of live tits he’d seen, let alone handled. I shuddered, another wave of joy flooded through me. My poor panties were soaked with my excitement. My hips wiggled from side to side as the heat surged through me.

“I fucking need to cum,” he groaned. “Unzip me, Cali.”

“Mmm, yes,” Cali purred. She unsnapped her little brother’s jeans. I trembled, shuddering. What would Billy’s cock look like? I never was a fan of dicks. I mean, Chet’s felt good in me, but I liked to be with him in the dark so I didn’t have to see it.

Would Billy want me to suck his dick? I hated sucking cocks. Cum tasted so nasty. I wasn’t a cum-slut like Cali.

His wore tight, white underwear, his cock tenting the front. Cali shoved her hand in without hesitation. She grasped her brother’s cock and pulled it out. I kept staring at Billy’s cute, pimply face, not wanting to see his cock. His fingers twisted my nipple as he groaned.

“Damn, you just want to be my slut, don’t you, sis?” groaned Billy.

“You know it,” Cali said. “Incest is so hot.”

“It is,” Billy said, the red light flicking. “You agree, Vanessa. Incest is hot.”

I blinked and nodded my head. “It is. You’re so right.”

He grinned at me. Then he groaned. Whatever Cali was doing to his cock, he was loving it. I focused on his eyes, on his pimply face. I clutched at his wrist, holding his hand to my tit as my pussy grew hotter and hotter. His hand groping me made me feel so wonderfully naughty.

“Both of you kneel,” he groaned.

“Yes!” Cali moaned, falling to her knees before I could even bend mine.

“Okay,” I said, growing nervous.

He wanted us to blow him. I could do it. For him. I loved him so much I would force myself to do it. I grimaced as I knelt by Cali. She clutched his cock. This salty, delicious musk filled my nose. His cock’s tip throbbed before me. Normally, I would want to gag having to suck a cock, but this was his dick. Cali moaned and leaned in, licking the tip of his cock.

She purred, such a slut.

“You suck it, too, Vanessa,” Billy said. “Both of you. You love my cock. You love sucking my dick.”

“Of course I love sucking your cock,” I said. I leaned in, breathing in that smell. That salty scent filled my nose. My mouth watered. “This is the only dick I’ve ever wanted to suck.”

“Only dick you’ll ever suck,” he groaned.

“Damn,” Brad moaned in the background. “Make him cum! I wish I was such a stud to have you two share my cock.”

“But we don’t want a pathetic cuckold,” moaned Cali before she sucked on the tip of her brother’s dick again.

I pressed my cheek against Cali’s as I nuzzled in. My tongue flicked along the edge of Billy’s cock, the salty flavor making me shiver in delight. I sucked at his shaft, kissing up and down it while he groaned. Cali nursed at his cock, making such nasty sounds, moaning as she loved him.

Billy groaned. Such a huge grin spread across his lips. His eyes burned with pleasure. He loved what we were doing. I kissed back up his shaft, so happy to please him. To love him. This was the absolutely best thing ever.

My mouth brushed Cali’s on accident. Then she was pulling her lips off, letting me suck on it. I engulfed his cock. I swirled my tongue around it, gathering that strong flavor. His salty precum coated my tongue. My cheeks hollowed as I loved them.

“Goddamn!” he groaned.

“Yes, yes!” moaned Cali. She nuzzled down and sucked on his balls as I blew him. She pressed her face into them, breathing in his sour musk. She reveled in it, shifting beside me. It was such a hot thing to experience.

I was so thrilled to be a part of this. My eyes fluttered. My pussy clenched. My juices flowed out of me. This was so hot. I reveled in the salty flavor. I should be gagging, but I wasn’t. It was Billy’s cock. The boy I loved’s dick. I would just worship him.

I would love him with all my heart.

I sucked and bobbed my mouth. I’d given Chet a blowjob a few times. I tried with Billy. I was so eager to feel him spurt into my mouth. I would drink down his cum no matter how much he fired into my mouth. I would gulp it all down.

“Yes, yes, yes,” groaned Billy. “You two are just so hot. So sexy. You both love me.”

“Yes!” Cali moaned. “Oh, your balls are so yummy. So full of cum.”

“I want to cum on both your faces,” he groaned. “I want to coat you in my jizz.”

“Yes!” Cali hissed in delight.

I sucked harder. If that made Billy happy, he could cum anywhere. I didn’t care if it was humiliating to let a guy cum on my face. I didn’t care that was something porn stars allowed. For Billy, I would be his whore. Just so long as I could love him.

His face clenched. He groaned, his cock twitching in my mouth. He looked like he was about to cum. I sucked harder on him, my tongue dancing around the crown of his cock. More and more of his salty precum stained my tongue.

“Fuck!” he groaned. “I want to last longer, but… but… You’re both touching me. Shit! Put your faces together so I can jizz all over them, sluts!”

“Yes!” Cali moaned.

I popped my mouth off his dick, quivering in delight. Cali’s cheek pressed against mine. She fisted his cock hard and fast, the tip coated in my saliva. It was an angry red, twitching as she pumped her hand faster and faster.

“Beg for it!” groaned Billy.

“Cum on our faces!” Cali moaned. “Just jizz all over our beautiful features. Coat us in your spunk!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Just cover us in your dirty cum, Billy! I want it so bad! I want to be drenched in it and make you happy!”

“Fuck!” he growled. His cock throbbed.

Then his jizz erupted. I gasped at the hot splash of his seed spurting across my forehead. His cock pulsed as more and more of his spunk fired out. He splattered my nose. It ran down to my lips. That salty flavor coated my lips and seeped into my mouth. It had such a strong flavor. It was so delicious because it was his cum. My tongue swept out, gathering it up.

Billy grunted with each blast, Cali fisting him as he spurted more and more. He painted our faces. He coated us in his hot spunk. I felt so dirty. So nasty to coated in his jizz. He sprayed us both as he stared down at us with such lust in his eyes.

“Both just a pair of cum-sluts!” he snarled as he pointed the remote at us. The red light flashed. “You both love being my cum-sluts!”

“I do!” I moaned, the cum running over me.

“You love it so much, you want to taste it on each other’s lips. Cali, Vanessa, you’re so hot for each other. Bi for each other. Sluts for each other!”

“Yes, Billy!” I moaned, turning my head and staring into my friend’s eyes. Cum dribbled past her delicate nose to her plump lips.

I kissed her so hard. I don’t know why I hated her kissing me before. It was so wonderful. Her lips were seasoned with that salty cum. It only made me feel filthier, even more of a cum-slut, as our tongues swapped his jizz back and forth.

He groaned as he watched us, his spunk dribbling down my face. My arms went around Cali’s neck, my right breast brushing her left tit. Our nipples caressed as we kissed and loved each other, swapping his cum, sharing it. Loving it.

This was Billy’s cum we shared.

“That’s it,” he groaned, staring at us. “Snowball my jizz back and forth like the whores you are. You’re both my whores.”

Red light flickered.

Of course we were. I loved being his whore. His slut. It was so hot. I was so glad I could share this with my sexy best friend. My tongue danced with hers, my pussy molten. I needed to cum so badly. I needed Billy’s cock in me. I needed Cali touching me. Doing things to me.

Lezzie things.

“Fuck!” Billy groaned. “You’re both such dumb sluts.”

I was. A dumb slut for him.

“You’ll do anything I want,” he growled. “Just so disgusting it makes you wet to hear me say degrading things about you.”

So disgusting. His cum coated my face and I was sharing it with my best friend. His sister! That was how disgusting I was. Just an utter slut for him. A whore. I loved him so much. As those filthy words poured out of his mouth, I just kissed Cali harder.

“I don’t even know why I’m bothering with two disgusting sluts like you!” Billy growled. “You have to earn my love.”

I would. We would. I loved him so much.

“You have to do whatever I want. You have to be my cum-buckets. My nasty whores. You want to make me happy. You’ll find hot girls for me. You’ll bring me women You’ll do anything to keep loving me.”

I moaned my agreement. I knew so many hot girls that Billy needed to fuck. That would make him keep loving me. I had to keep earning his love. It was so important to me. I would let him degrade me however he wanted.

“Get naked!” he snarled. “Both of you get naked! I want to see your sexy bodies press together. I want to see you tribbing on the table.”

I didn’t know what tribbing was, but I had to get naked. I broke the kiss with Cali and bounced to my feet, his cum still covering my face. Cali rose a moment later, her hazel eyes dazed. Her round breasts bounced. Some of his cum had dribbled onto her heaving breasts. She quivered, unsnapping her jeans and shoving them and her panties down in a single go, exposing her trimmed, black bush.

I unzipped my tight skirt and wiggled it down my hips, half-tugging off my panties in the process. Billy’s dark eyes flicked back and forth between us. He ran a hand through his greasy hair—so handsome!—and lusted at us. I had to get naked and make him happy. I had to keep earning his love.

I thrust my panties down after my skirt, exposing how wet I was. How hot he made me.

“A landing strip?” Billy asked, leering at the line of blonde hair that led to my shaved pussy. “Kinky.”

“Chet had me do it,” I said, anger boiling through me. “I bet Mrs. Crabtree’s got a hairy muff. He’ll hate it!”

“But I love seeing you shaved,” Billy said. “Though Cali’s bush has charm to it, too.”

I had to trib his sister on the table now. I just… A panic fluttered through me. If I didn’t trib her, he would hate me. “What’s tribbing, Billy. I don’t know what that is.”

“I do!” Cali said, taking my hand. “Mmm, he’ll love it. We’re going to hump our cunts together. For him.”

“For him!” I moaned, my heart fluttering in joy. “Guys like it when girls lez out.”

“Cali never lezzed out for me,” Brad moaned. I forgot my dumb twin was still here. He was off to the side groping himself, looking so pathetic. “I asked and asked.”

“You’re not my hot brother,” Cali moaned as she pushed me onto the study table.

The Formica surface was cold on my naked rump. I shivered as Cali pushed me down, her body sliding over mine. My little tits quivered. A drop of cum fell off her chin and splattered on my breast, almost hitting my nipple. Then she lowered herself to me between my legs, mounting me like a guy about to fuck a girl. She just had enough room on the table to kneel, my own legs dangling off the edge.

Her breast pressed into mine. She settled her soft body on me, so different from Chet’s. No hard muscles but all feminine delight. I shuddered, so glad I knew I liked girls now. That I liked Cali. I smiled at her cum-splattered face then groaned as her silky bush rubbed against my shaved pussy, tickling me. Pleasure rippled through me.

Her tongue lapped at my cheek, gathering up her brother’s yummy cum. I shuddered as she purred. Her hips wiggled, rubbing her hot flesh against my clit. I felt something swollen in her rubbing on my bud.

She ground our clits together.

“Cali!” I moaned. “Oh, wow, that feels nice.”

“Mmm, doesn’t it?” she moaned, her hips undulating, grinding her snatch into me. “And my brother’s watching. The perv loves it. Don’t you, bro?”

“Please say you love it, honey!” I gasped. “Please say our lezzie passion is making you happy!”

“So happy!” he groaned. “Just a pair of disgusting dykes grinding your cunts together for me. I can see your pussies rubbing together. Fuck, that’s hot.”

I shuddered in joy. I hugged Cali, holding her tight against me as she squirmed atop me. She licked across my face, and I returned the favor. I had to gather up his spunk. That salty, thick flavor coated my tongue. I shuddered at how slutty I felt.

“You two just love pleasing your sex god,” he groaned. “Mmm, two hot sisters making their little brother happy.”

“I love licking cum off our sister,” moaned Cali.

Confusion rippled through me for a moment and… and… “Yes, yes, our little brother is such a sex god, Cali. Ooh, and love your pussy grinding on me.”

“Incest is so hot,” panted Cali. “Even between sisters.”

“I love you, sis,” I moaned then kissed my sister hard on the mouth, sharing our little brother’s cum as we rubbed our pussies together.

I was so hot. I was on fire. We were making our hot, little brother so happy. I heard him groaning a he watched us, his breath wheezing in that sexy way it did when he was excited. I shuddered, my hips undulating, grinding my clit into my sister’s snatch.

Even though Cali and I looked nothing a like, we were sisters. So close. Our pussies grinding together. My hands slid down, cupping her rump, pulling her snatch tight into me. Every brush of her clit sent pleasure spiking through me.

I was so on fire from sucking our brother’s cock, from worshiping him. He was a sex god. It was so amazing. My fingers dug into my sister’s ass. My little sister’s ass. She was three months younger than me, still nineteen. I kneaded her rump as we snowballed his cum back and forth.

“Yes, yes, my two sisters are making me so hard again,” he growled. “You’re both such horny sluts. You’re going to cum rubbing your cunts together. Two nasty sisters cumming like lezzie sluts for me.”

“Yes!” Cali moaned into our lips, she ground harder into me, tribbing our pussies together.

I whimpered, moaned. My cunt grew hotter and hotter. Every glide of her clit across mine sent sparks showering through me. My eyes squeezed shut. The pleasure spilled over me. Through me. It was incredible.

I was going to cum grinding on my little sister’s pussy. Our tits rubbed together. Our nipples brushed, sending more delight shooting down to my snatch. I groaned, the pleasure spilling through me. This incredible bliss filled me. Made me shudder, ache. I never wanted this to stop. I wanted it to keep rippling through me.

Her lips were so hot on mine. Her pussy dripping with her passion. I felt her juices dribble across my shaved snatch, our incestuous cream mixing together while our little brother watched. While we made him so happy.

“Billy!” I moaned. “Cali! I love you both! I’m going to… to… Cum!”

I heaved beneath Cali. My pussy convulsed as my orgasm burned through me. Juices gushed out of me. My toes curled, my legs spasming. My fingers big into my sister’s rump, pulling her tight against me. I sucked cum off her cheek, reveling in our brother’s salty flavor as the pleasure slammed into my mind.

My thoughts melted in rapture. I was making my little brother so happy with my whorish, lezzie behavior. I whimpered, the incestuous ecstasy burning through my mind. I bucked beneath Cali, rubbing my small tits into her plumper mounds.

“Fuck!” Cali moaned then her juices washed hot across my snatch as she quivered over me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Billy! I’m cumming on our older sister’s cunt!”

“Yes!” Billy groaned. “You two got me hard again. I need to be in you. I have to fuck you both. Shit!”

I felt my little brother’s cock nuzzling at the entrance to my pussy. I stared up at him past Cali’s shoulder. As she licked his jizz off my cheek, I grinned at him. I let out a wanton moan, so eager to be my little brother’s whore and love him with my pussy.

He rammed into me.

“Billy!” I squealed.

My brother’s cock was in my cunt. I clutch our sister’s rump as he pumped away at me. Another orgasm surged through me. Incestuous pleasure rippled out of my cunt while my pussy convulsed around his dick.

It was incredible. I could see the bliss my cunt gave him. I knew my whorish hole was making him so happy. Euphoria flowed through me along with the rapture from my orgasms. His dick churned me up, making me feel incredible.

“I love you being in me, Billy!” I moaned. “I love fucking my little brother! Is my naughty pussy making you feel good?”

“So fucking good!” Billy grunted, slamming into me. “But I bet Cali feels good, too.”

I gasped as Billy ripped his cock out of me. My cunt felt so empty. So alone. Then Cali groaned atop me, her clit pressing into my pussy, her ticklish pubic hairs caressing my shaved labia. Billy’s balls smacked into my pussy lips as he pumped away. He was fucking his sister’s cunt now.

I shuddered beneath her, loving how she rocked into me as Billy slammed his cock into her hard. Our little brother made Cali gasp into my ear. Her breasts rubbed into mine, pleasure sparking as our nipples caressed.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck my cunt!” moaned Cali. “Flood my snatch with your jizz! I want it gushing into me! I want it flooding me. Filling me! Give me all your yummy cum, brother! I’m your cum-bucket!”

“But so is Vanessa!” grunted Billy.

I gasped as Billy rammed into my pussy on his next stroke, switching cunts so easily. My snatch squeezed down on him. I wasn’t cumming, but I could feel another one building up as he pumped away in me. He plowed me hard, fast. Pleasure shuddered through me. My eyes squeezed shut, my twat clamping down on his thrusting shaft.

It was incredible. The silky friction rippled through me. I moaned and gasped as my sex god of a little brother plowed me with such passion. His balls smacked into my taint as he churned my cunt towards my orgasm.

Then he ripped out of me and fucked his dick back into Cali.

“Billy!” I whimpered in need as his balls smacked into my pussy lips, the thudding impacts sending waves of delight rippling through me. “Oh, fuck our sister! Plow into her!”

“So good!” moaned Cali. “We’re our little brother’s cum-buckets.”

“Yes!” I panted, my pussy clenching, aching to be filled and—

Billy filled my cunt.

His cock plowed into me for a few glorious strokes, driving me towards my orgasm. Then he was back in our sister, fucking Cali hard. I licked the last of the cum out of her, savoring his balls slamming into me.

Then he was back in me. He fucked between our cunts, driving us both wild. We kissed, sharing the last drops of his cum as we squirmed on each other. My orgasm built every time Billy was in me with that amazing cock. My little brother drove me wild. He sent me crashing into such heights of rapture.

It was incredible.

“Fuck, you two are so hot and tight!” he growled. “I don’t know which one of you whores I should cum in!”

“Cum in me!” gasped Cali. “I’m your cum-bucket!”

“But so am I!” I moaned as he rammed back into me. My pussy drank in the silky friction. I was so close to exploding. “I want your cum spurting into me, Billy.”

“You want to be bred by me!” he grabbed. “Both of you do. You want to carry my child!”

“Yes!” I gasped as he ripped out of me.

Cali moaned into my ear, “Breed me! I don’t care that you’re my brother. I want your child! I want to be knocked up by my sexy, little brother!”

“Yes!” I howled. “Breed us both, little brother. We love you so much. We’re your whores. You can do whatever you want to us.”

“Yes!” moaned Cali, trembling atop me. “Fuck!”

“Shit!” Billy grunted. “You’re cumming like a whore.”

“I am!” she squealed, writhing atop me.

Her juices spilled over me. I groaned, Billy’s heavy balls slapping into my cunt. I was so close. My clit throbbed against Cali’s. She trembled atop me, moaning into my ear as her orgasm raged through her.

Then Billy grunted, and his face twisted in passion. I gasped, realizing he was cumming in our sister. A surge of disappointment washed through me. I wanted to be bred so badly. I wanted to make those squealing sounds of delight Cali made.

“Yes, yes, breed me!” she howled.

Then something amazing happened. Billy’s balls pulled away from my cunt. I felt a hot spurt of jizz splash across my shaved pussy lips moment before his cock penetrated me. My eyes widened as I felt his incestuous seed spurt into my fertile depths.

“Breed me!” I howled as my little brother fired the last drops of his cum in me.

I exploded.

Rapture howled through my body. My pussy convulsed around his cock, reveling in him being in me. I stared up at my pimple-faced, greasy-haired, sex god of a little brother. He was so handsome. Even gorgeous. Stars burst across my vision as my cunt celebrated his jizz spurting into me. My world fuzzed to a narrow cone focused on him.

My mind drowned in rapture. I bucked beneath our sister, my fingers digging into her rump as he dumped the last of his cum into my cunt. I shuddered, so happy I could make him happy. He grinned, pleasure twisting his flushed face.

“You two are going to make me so happy,” he groaned. “You’re going to find such hot sluts for me to fuck.”

“All the sluts!” I moaned. “Right, Cali?”

“Right, Vanessa,” mewled my sister into my ear. She squirmed atop me. “Oh, damn, that was amazing, Billy.”

“Just the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, croaked pathetic Brad. Our other brother was just such a loser. He wasn’t good enough to fuck us like Billy.

“Let’s go home and see Mom,” Billy said. “I have a feeling she’s as much a whore as you two.”

“But our mother’s dead,” Cali said.

I blinked. My mind growing confused. My mother lived. She was blonde like me and… and…

The red light flickered.

“Mrs. Banks is all our mothers,” Billy said. “Remember, Cali.”

Cali smiled. “Ooh, yes, I bet our mom is such a slut. Let’s go.”

“You drive, Brad,” Billy said. “I’m eager to get home to mom.”

I beamed in delight, trembling as I came down from my orgasmic high. I couldn’t wait to see Mom become a cum-slut like me.

To be continued…

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I have published this story elsewhere but wanted to rewrite it before I posted on here. The rewrite of this part is actually pretty cosmetic but later parts will be markedly different.

Lindsay stood on the sandy beach, shielding her eyes from the dazzling sunlight, and looking out to sea. She was not happy even though she was on holiday, as a fifteen year old girl wanted clubs, discos and boys but all she had got was a trip to the middle of nowhere because her parents had decided it would be good to ‘get away from it all’ and ‘bond as a family’. Today this had involved trekking from their rented farmhouse on a remote stretch of the southern Spanish coast to an even remoter beach, and although it was beautiful, what did you do when you got here?. There was no sign of anyone else in either direction so all there was to do was swim, sunbathe, read and chill out.

Sighing to herself she laid out her towel next to the awning where her parents sat and applied sun lotion to herself, tying her shoulder length blonde hair out of the way. Her father watched her and thought how beautiful his daughter had become – she had big blue eyes that melted your heart, well proportioned features and even white teeth. Her slim figure was toned by swimming and other sports and her breasts…Jim Brown caught himself. He shouldn’t be thinking of his daughter like that but he idly guessed she must be a 36D.

Jim was in his mid forties and had been married to Amy for 20 years. He was well over six foot with a hard, well sculpted body from years of working on the oil rigs. There was little sign of middle aged spread and just a few flecks of grey hair at his temples. Jim was proud of the way he looked and was just as proud of Amy who lay next to him.

Amy was a keen sportswoman and had kept her figure trim despite the two children . Like Lindsay, Amy was around 5 foot 5, had the same fine and well proportioned features, but unlike her daughter Amy had dark brown hair that was cut fairly short and small, firm breasts that needed little support.

The quartet was made up by James junior who looked like a smaller version of his father and at thirteen years old he was just beginning to develop from a boy to a man. Jim lay back in the hot morning sun, kicked off his sandals and hoped that the two kids wouldn’t argue as they did at home and spoil his holiday.

Lindsay lay face down on her towel and undid her bikini top to prevent tan lines and was soon joined by Amy while the two men headed off down the beach a little way to throw a football.

‘I hope you’re not too upset that Daniel couldn’t come’ said Amy.

Lindsay sighed – this had been a source of argument before the holiday as Daniel was her latest boyfriend and Lindsay had not wanted to be without a companion.

‘It’s just that your father and I feel that we need to spend more time as a family and I don’t think it is a good idea that you are hanging out with all these boys at your age’. ‘You could get a bad reputation you know’ Amy continued.

‘Oh mum really’ said Lindsay in exasperation.

She was no innocent but was still a virgin unlike many of her contemporaries. It wasn’t that she was scared or waiting for Mr Right but for a naturally gregarious teenager she could do without all the baggage that came with sleeping with a guy. Daniel might be the one, he was new at Lindsay’s school, but then again he might not be. The one thing Lindsay did know was that she couldn’t discuss things like that with her mother.

‘Look Mum, I’m OK really’ said Lindsay. ‘Why do you assume I would get up to anything anyways’. ‘I’m not happy because I’m bored, there’s nothing to do and nobody my own age here’.

‘You could spend some time with your brother’ said Amy.

Lindsay wrinkled her nose and gave her Mum one of those teenage looks that made Amy realise she was not even close in persuading her daughter to play Happy Families.

‘Come on Mum, Jim is just so young and immature and I don’t want to spend all day talking about football or computer games’.

‘You could make more of an effort to get along’ said Amy in a conciliatory tone. ‘You are both growing up but a lot of the time you squabble like infants’.

‘It’s usually his fault’ said Lindsay in a definite way.

‘It takes two to make an argument, Amy replied ‘and as the older of the two you could just rise above it a bit more’.

‘There you go again, it’s always down to me’ said Lindsay grumpily

‘I’m not saying that at all, I just think you could sometimes stop the argument in it’s tracks by not rising to his bait quite so easily’.

Lindsay was looking intently at a piece of the beach like it was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen and was running her fingers through the sand.

Amy let the subject drop, content that she had at least persuaded Lindsay to think about what she had said and the two engaged in small talk about anything & everything. Lindsay’s mood gradually lightened and the two went for a swim in the cool, clear waters of the bay. They were both strong and confident swimmers and raced to the sandbar about 200 metres from the shore. Amy got there just before her daughter and was panting from the exertion while her daughter scarcely seemed to be out of breath.

‘You let me win’ Amy said and Lindsay smiled.

‘Age before beauty’ she said cheekily and shrieked as her mother swept a handful of water straight into her face.

‘You’re not too old for me to put you over my knee’ said Amy jokingly.

‘You’d have to catch me first’ Lindsay replied and the two of them splashed each other with no advantage gained on either side until they collapsed laughing on the sandbar.

As the two of them lay there, a small fishing boat came round the headland, and chugged slowly towards them. The girls watched it as it approached. The young men on deck were quite obviously ogling Lindsay and her mother, shouting and motioning for them to get on board. Amy and Lindsay initially enjoyed some light hearted exchanges with them while the young hopefuls promised them the earth in rudimentary English but soon Amy grew protective of her young daughter and was using her Spanish to good effect to tell these young Don Juan’s exactly where they should take their promises. The Captain decided the crew had had their fun and there was no chance of luring the girls on board so the boat turned away and headed out to sea leaving the shouts and laughter of the crew to be carried away on the gentle breeze.

Lindsay watched the boat disappear. She had felt uncomfortable and vulnerable under the gaze of the men but there was no doubt that some of them were extremely fit and good looking with their tanned features and bodies sculpted by hard work. As the boat disappeared around the headland she felt a pang of regret that was a little disconcerting. Amy looked after the boat with no regrets, making a mental note to not let her daughter stray too far out of her sight on this holiday.

Despite an apparent demure and rather old fashioned nature, Amy wasn’t a prude and enjoyed an active sex life with her husband. Jim was a frequent and considerate lover and his thick, nine inch penis thrilled her through and through but she felt protective towards Lindsay and was determined that she would not be taken advantage of at such a young age.

The two women headed back to shore and Amy began to prepare lunch. Lindsay put a cover over her swimming costume as she didn’t want sunburn this early in the holiday and helped her mother. They were soon joined by the boys who set out the plates and bowls for the picnic. ‘What are you guys doing after lunch?’ said Jim. ‘I’m going for a swim when my lunch has gone down’ said Jim Junior. Lindsay and Amy both said they would read for a bit and Jim elected to swim with his son.

The lunch was typical Mediterranean fare of salad, cold meats, bread and fruit washed down with a soft drink. Lindsay always looked forward to lunch as the fruit and vegetables were sun ripened to perfection and achieved a flavour that just could not be matched back in England and tucked in hungrily when the food was laid out.

After lunch the two girls lay under the awning and Lindsay took off the swimsuit cover. As she lay on her back she undid her bikini straps and rolled the material down her breasts so that it just covered her nipples – she was going for minimum tan lines here.

Her mother looked at her. ’Is it wise to let Jim Junior see you like that’ she said.

‘Oh Mum, he’s swimming and I can always cover up a bit before he gets back and anyway, tan lines are so not cool’ said Lindsay.

Her mother was slightly annoyed ; ‘there is so much you don’t yet know about the world young lady’ she started but then let it drop as she didn’t want to start an argument and spoil the morning they had spent together.

Presently the guys returned from their swim and Lindsay adjusted her bikini top to please her mother as much as anything. Jim Junior was dripping wet and showered it all over Lindsay.

‘Oh Mum, Dad look what he’s done!’ Lindsay shrieked. ‘You brat’ she shouted to Jim Junior.

‘It’s only a joke’ said her father ‘just chill out’.

‘Yeah really funny’ replied Lindsay ‘I’m off for a walk where I won’t get annoyed by brats’. She kicked sand at her brother who lay grinning on the sand and stalked off.

‘Just leave her’ said Amy to her husband who looked as if he was about to go after her.’ She will be back soon enough and by the way I don’t think that was very funny what Jim Junior did either’ she admonished him. ‘You can be so insensitive sometimes Jim Brown’.

Jim watched his daughter disappear behind some dunes. Jim Junior got up and looked like he might follow her.

‘Get back here’ barked Jim. ‘You’ve caused enough trouble today’.

Jim Junior sank back on the sand and picked up a book.

Lindsay walked at a brisk pace across the dunes for ten minutes or so and slowly her bad mood evaporated. Every so often she would glance round to check that nobody was trying to follow her and was pleased to find that she was alone. Presently she came to some strange rocks, carved into weird shapes by the wind and tides and sat down. The place she had chosen was right out of the wind and Lindsay stretched herself out. ‘This is better’ she said to herself ‘a brat free zone’.

She carefully undid her bikini top again and started to roll the material down. ‘Oh what the hell’ she said to herself, ‘with no prying eyes I can go for zero tan lines’, and having checked once more to see that she hadn’t been followed she took her top off completely. Lindsay gazed at her breasts. Daniel was crazy about them, particularly the large and puffy nipples which were super sensitive to the touch.

Lindsay remembered the last time Daniel had caressed her tits, the day before they had come on holiday, and how he had sucked her nipples gently. She lay back and closed her eyes and revelled in the memory, moving her hands to make slow circling movements on her tits and tweaking her nipples which quickly became erect and stiff. She let out a low moan and bit her bottom lip.

‘Christ I feel horny, I wish Daniel were here’ she muttered to herself.

Lindsay lifted one breast high towards her mouth and started to lick and suck on her nipple, her whole body tingling and her pussy starting to moisten. She slowly caressed down her body and hooked her thumbs into her bikini bottoms, drawing them off completely before running her hands through the light covering of pale brown pubic hair that covered her slit. Lindsay began to explore her pussy in an unhurried way with one hand while playing with her tits with the other. Her fingers traced round her outer labia for a while before moving deeper. She used both hands now to part her lips and use the moistness to lubricate her clit which was standing up like a little button begging to be stimulated.

Her breathing became deeper as she gently grazed her clit while moving one and then two fingers into her dripping pussy, establishing a rhythmic motion. As she opened her eyes she could see the fishing boat she had seen earlier on the horizon and her mind switched from thinking of Daniel to thinking of the hardened, bronzed men on the boat. Wild thoughts accelerated through her mind – what if they could see her from the boat, what would their faces be like as they watched her, spread eagled and naked on the beach with two fingers pumping in and out of her sweet virgin pussy. She imagined the size of their cocks and the feeling of their breath on her skin as they held her down to fuck her. This last erotic thought pushed her into sexual overdrive and a massive orgasm shook her body as she arched her back, pushing her fingers in deep as they would go.

Lindsay continued to caress her beautiful body, taking advantage of the solitude to explore every inch and experience the pleasures of masturbation. Raising herself on her hands and knees she was able to play with the full length of her slit and the sensitive opening to her asshole for the first time. As she became used to that sensation she was able to relax and slowly slid a finger into her anus. Lindsay held the finger there, relishing the new and delicious sensations before moving it in and out and rotating it, giving herself another panting climax in the process.

Out of the corner of her eye she thought she caught a movement and her heart jumped. ‘Oh my God’ she muttered. ‘Don’t let it be Junior’. What if it was one of her parents?. Her face burned red at the thought. As she looked around for her discarded bikini she caught sight of a head bobbing up behind one of the rocks.
Embarrassment and fear left her – she was just plain angry.

‘All right, come out from there’ she demanded. ‘I can see you, you disgusting pervert’. For a moment nothing happened and then two figures guiltily emerged from behind the rocks.

The first was a very good looking Spanish boy of about 17. He was dressed in shorts with no shirt and was tanned and muscular with long, lustrous, curly dark hair. He had large brown eyes, full lips and a flashing white smile. Lindsay estimated his height at around six foot. As he stared at her, Lindsay was aware that she was still naked and hurriedly covered her breasts with one arm and her pussy with the other.

The second figure was a girl, younger than the boy. As she emerged to stand beside him, Lindsay was awestruck. She regarded herself as good looking by all known standards – she was popular and never short of male admirers who kept telling her how beautiful she was while trying to get their hands up her skirt, but this girl was something else. She was around the same height as Lindsay with a flawless olive complexion while her soft brown eyes, long dark hair, delicate nose and full sensuous lips screamed eroticism. She wore a simple cotton summer dress that fitted perfectly over her slim body, accentuating her perfectly proportioned breasts and slim waist. The dress was short, hugging the girl’s tight buttocks and showing off her long, tanned legs. Lindsay was disturbed as she had never considered a girl sexually before, but the beauty in front of her and her own rampant hormones were causing new and strange thoughts in her mind.

However, her anger had certainly not abated. ‘So what the hell do you two peeping toms think you were doing’ she shouted, simultaneously being aware that these two might not understand what the hell she was saying. ‘Well then’ she demanded. ‘I’m sorry, my name is Luis and this is my sister Anna Maria’ said the boy slowly in halting English. ‘We were out collecting shells when we saw you behind some rocks and…..such things…..are not so common but I do not explain myself well’ he said turning bright red. ‘You are very beautiful’ blurted out Anna Maria. ‘Please, us Catholics are forbidden to do such things but to see your face and the pleasure’…her voice trailed off and she blushed like her brother.

Lindsay softened her voice ‘You don’t masturbate?’ she questioned.

‘We are not supposed to’ said Luis ‘but occasionally I have done so’.

Anna Maria looked shocked at her brother’s admission. ‘I have not touched myself’ she said quietly ‘but I can see the pleasure it gives’ and she blushed again.

‘How old are you?’ asked Lindsay gently.

‘Fourteen’ replied Anna Maria, slightly surprised by the question.

Lindsay considered this answer. She had begun masturbating as soon as she was aware of herself sexually and simply could not comprehend that anyone would want to abstain from it voluntarily. She smiled at Anna Maria and was encouraged to see that she got a beaming smile in return.

Lindsay’s arms were getting tired. She thought of asking Luis or Anna Maria to hand her the bikini but it seemed absurd after they had seen her most intimate moments. Sensing that these two presented no danger to herself, she dropped her arms.

Luis’ eyes were immediately drinking in her whole body while he was trying to appear to look elsewhere. This amused Lindsay.

‘You’ve seen it all already’ she chided as he faced her again.

Luis gave up the pretence and stared at Lindsay. Normally she would be embarrassed but the boy’s good looks and the rapidly growing bulge in his shorts was making her feel horny again. Anna Maria was also staring at her. Obviously Anna had seen herself naked but this English girl with her blue eyes and large breasts and pale hair was fascinating to her.

Lindsay sensed their indecision and took control.

‘So are you going to stare all day or what’ she said.

Luis and Anna Maria looked nonplussed so Lindsay added ‘well I think it would be polite if you joined me’. She was amazed by her own boldness as she knelt in front of Luis and unfastened his shorts. He made a half hearted attempt to hold them up but was too slow as Lindsay whipped his shorts and underwear down in a single movement, revealing his large uncircumcised semi erect cock.

Lindsay examined it closely. Sure she had jacked off a few boys including Daniel but she hadn’t had the opportunity to examine a dick close up. ‘It’s beautiful’ she murmured as she studied the engorged purple head and the brown, vein ridged shaft that was now fully erect. Lindsay lightly ran one hand up and down the shaft and used her other to cup Luis heavy balls. Gradually she used a firmer stroke , running her hand the full length of the penis and stimulating the head. Luis breath was coming in ragged gasps and he could not hold himself back. The feeling of this beautiful girl’s hand on his manhood was too much and he came, shooting streams of come up on to his belly. Lindsay continued pumping Luis cock until his balls were empty and he lay on the sand to get his breath back.

Luis raised his head and kissed Lindsay full on the lips, His tongue snaking out and entwining with her own. His hands moved to her breasts and played with her nipples that soon became erect again. As Lindsay came up for air she motioned to Anna Maria. The Spanish girl took a deep breath, unbuttoned her dress and let it fall to the sand. Standing in her pretty white lace bra and simple white cotton panties she looked the picture of innocence and Lindsay realised she would need coaxing to take the final step.

Leaving Luis on the sand she approached Anna Maria and took her hand. The two sat down together and Lindsay unhooked Anna Maria’s bra and uncovered her breasts.

‘Bueno’ she said and Anna Maria giggled. Anna Maria had fantastic tits thought Lindsay, smaller than her own but a perfect shape and crowned with large golden brown aerolae and a chocolate brown nipple.

‘Now take your panties off’ said Lindsay. Her voice sounded husky and again she was surprised by her boldness. The solitude and the sheer eroticism of the moment was stripping her of her prejudices and preconceptions. Anna Maria shyly removed her panties and exposed herself to Lindsay’s gaze. Her pubic hair was thick and dark and hung like a halter around her virgin pussy.

‘Please show me what to do’ she whispered nervously.

Lindsay caressed Anna Maria’s breasts the way she had felt her own and tweaked the nipples which stiffened under her gentle touch, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger. Anna Maria showed no sign of wanting to do this by herself and Lindsay was rapidly losing any remaining inhibitions about making love to this gorgeous girl. She turned Anna Maria’s face to hers and kissed her full on the lips, quickly turning it into a full on French kiss. Running her hands lightly down Anna Maria’s body, she ended up stroking her inner thigh. As she moved her hand higher again, Anna Maria obligingly parted her thighs to give her access to her pussy.

Lindsay broke off her kiss and moved her head down to lick and suck at Anna’s tits while her fingers slowly rubbed her slit, starting at the bottom and working up to graze her clitoral hood. Anna Maria was moaning gently at Lindsay’s touch, her own inhibitions melting like a snowball in summer. Anna Maria was becoming very wet and Lindsay began to penetrate further with her fingers. Filled with lust she abandoned Anna’s tits and licked downwards towards her pussy. As she arrived at the navel she gently pushed Anna back on to the sand and spread her thighs wide. Lindsay moved between Anna’s thighs and gazed at her symmetrical, pouting pussy lips behind their curtain of damp curls and inhaled the girl’s musky scent, subtly different to her own.

She slowly moved her head forward and kissed Anna’s pussy, flicking out her tongue to tease her and then gently parted her labia to reveal the gleaming pink of Anna Maria’s sex and her erect clit. Lindsay’s tongue started to tease and probe Anna’s slit and give her clit special attention. She combined the oral stimulation with her sensitive fingers, slowly moving them deeper and deeper into her boiling cunt. Anna Maria felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over her, each climax greater than the last until they reached a screaming crescendo. She grabbed the back of Lindsay’s head and squeezed it into her pussy as she experienced her first major orgasm. Lindsay caught her breath, her face sticky with Anna Maria’s juices and raised her head while Anna Maria lay panting and glassy eyed beneath her.

Luis had shifted his position to watch this delightful Sapphic display and now kissed Lindsay deeply, his excitement enhanced by the sweet taste of his sister on her tongue. He was fully erect again and gently guided Lindsay’s head to his engorged cock.

‘I’ve never done this before’ she said as she kissed Luis cock tenderly all over.

Slowly she moved her mouth back to the swollen head and gently pulled back his foreskin, licking the head like a lollipop and coating it with her saliva. Then she took the boy’s cock into her mouth and sucked down on it, hollowing her cheeks and moving up and down on his dick, working her tongue around the head. Luis stroked Lindsay’s hair and closed his eyes. He had never felt anything quite so wonderful in his 17 years and each movement of her golden head brought new sensations. Anna Maria was on her hands and knees watching intently and when Lindsay came up for air, gently pumping Luis cock with her hand, she offered it to the wide eyed youngster.

Anna Maria nervously took hold of her brother’s prick, which leapt like a live thing in her hand, and slowly lowered her eager mouth onto the shaft, taking it deep inside. Luis felt his mind was going to explode. He simply could not believe that his beautiful, innocent sister was now sucking on his cock like her life depended on it.

Anna Maria learnt fast, intently watching her brother’s reaction to her ministrations as she wrapped her tongue around the sensitive head and then deep throated him. Running her tongue down his shaft she licked at his large balls and gently sucked on them while using her fingers to squeeze his stiff shaft. She was joined by Lindsay and the two girls worked on Luis cock together. This was too much for Luis – he didn’t want to come again just yet, so he pulled his cock away and knelt between Lindsay’s thighs, gently pushing her on to her back.

Starting on her inner thigh Luis gently kissed his way slowly towards his prize and, on reaching it, thrust his tongue between her prominent pussy lips. Lindsay cried out as Luis thrust his tongue deep into her before fastening on to her clit. Luis used alternate gentle and thrusting movements that were driving Lindsay crazy with lust. She felt her orgasm building and opened her legs as wide as they would go urging him to move ever deeper. As she climaxed, Anna Maria kissed her again and fondled her large tits. Lindsay felt like she was in heaven.

‘Fuck me’ she gasped ‘please fuck me’ and pulled Luis towards her, guiding his prick to the entrance of her virgin pussy. ’Please be gentle’ she said, looking into Luis big brown eyes and he instinctively understood he was to be her first. He pushed the large head against her pussy lips, rubbing it up and down her slit, gradually working it into her tight pussy. He then withdrew a bit before pushing in deeper. The feeling of her hot, wet love tube on his dick was incredible as he sank into her inch by inch.

Lindsay closed her eyes and grasped her tits, kneading them furiously. Luis cock was filling her up so much more than her fingers, stretching her little hole. She felt him bump against her intact hymen and reached for him, kissing him deeply as she pulled him towards her. Luis withdrew a couple of inches and then thrust his pelvis forward, taking her cherry. Lindsay felt a stab of pain as her hymen gave way that soon turned to pleasure as he sank the full length of his dick into her. They lay like that for a while with Luis rotating his hips and grinding his pelvis against Lindsay’s clit, driving her wild before slowly pumping his cock back and forth in her steaming pussy.

Lindsay had never felt so turned on before as Luis’ cock filled her up, the slurping sounds as he pumped in and out proof of her arousal. Luis was drunk with her beauty and the incredible sensations of her tight pussy but he was learning his craft as a lover. Every time he felt himself near climax, he would pause before continuing his slow rhythmic fucking. Lindsay began to move her pelvis in time with his, raising her buttocks to meet his thrusts as yet another orgasm shuddered through her body covering Luis’ cock in her hot, sticky, pungent juices. This inflamed Luis still further and he quickened and lengthened his stroke, pushing her thighs wide apart and massaging her clit with his fingers. He felt his come surging from his balls and quickly withdrew his prick before sending several streams of his white love juice arcing over her belly and tits. He bent forward and kissed her tenderly before rolling off to lie beside her.

Anna Maria replaced her brother between Lindsay’s thighs and murmured ‘Gracias it’s my turn now’. After a long, lingering kiss she moved her head down Lindsay’s body, licking at her puffy erect nipples and the small pools of her brother’s love juice.

‘You learn quick’ gasped Lindsay as Anna Maria descended to her sparsely covered pussy and started to lick her clit. Anna Maria was very gentle which Lindsay was grateful for as she began to tease her towards another climax. Out of the corner of her eye Lindsay could see that Luis had become erect again and wondered if all men had his staying power. He positioned himself behind his sister and started to rub her slit with his fingers, gently opening the outer labia while she feasted on Lindsay’s pussy.

Anna Maria let out a low moan and quickly repositioned herself, taking a lower stance and opening her legs wider to give her brother greater access. Luis explored his sister’s tight virgin pussy with his fingers, finding her clit and incorporating it into his tender caresses. Anna Maria soon became very wet and Luis started to pump his fingers gently in and out in a fucking motion while playing with her clit with his other hand. Anna Maria climaxed noisily and Luis moved his head to his sister’s pussy to lap at the juices that were leaking from her snatch.

He was intoxicated by their sweet smell and burrowed his tongue into her which caused her to have another orgasm. Luis ran his tongue the full length of Anna’s pussy and as he reached the lower end he noticed her little chocolate starfish nestled between her tight buttocks. He remembered the pleasure on Lindsay’s face as she had played with her asshole and experimentally flicked out his tongue and played it around the tiny puckered hole.

Anna Maria gasped at this new sensation and moved her ass back onto Luis’ tongue, allowing it to penetrate a little way. Luis carried on stimulating her ass and pussy with his tongue until she had come again and then raised himself to put his erect cock at the entrance of her dripping, virgin love hole.

Anna Maria made no protest as her brother started to penetrate her, using the same care as he had shown Lindsay. She was in rapture as her brother’s prick slowly filled her vagina and Lindsay’s hands gently massaged her tits. Luis reached his sister’s maidenhead and with a quick stab was through and his big cock ploughed deeply into her body. Anna Maria whimpered but her cries were stifled as Lindsay engaged her in a long and passionate french kiss.

Pleasure began to mix with the pain for Anna Maria as her brother steadily thrust his dick in and out of her pussy. She steadied herself and reached back with one hand to play with her clit while her brother fucked her, feeling his shaft stretching her tight little hole. She felt her orgasm building and cried out with sheer pleasure this time as Luis buried himself to the hilt in her hot cunt and rotated his hips as if he was trying to screw her into the earth.

Luis carried on plundering her tight little snatch and gradually he felt his own orgasm begin to rise. He had been fucking his hot little sister for at least half an hour and his body was slick with sweat as he toiled in the heat of the afternoon sun. Anna Maria fluttered from orgasm to orgasm. She had never imagined the joys that awaited those who indulged in these forbidden pleasures. She had her tongue buried in the snatch of a beautiful blonde girl while her loving brother was fucking her for the first time and the pure eroticism of the moment overwhelmed her. These thoughts and the physical sensations brought her to a final massive, long climax, quickly followed by Lindsay and lastly Luis who whipped his cock out of her pussy at the last moment and shot his load over her gorgeous ass.

The three of them lay naked in the hot afternoon sun and recovered from their exertions, quietly chatting to one another, exchanging stories and becoming firm friends. Lindsay was suddenly alert as she heard her father’s voice calling her name. They quickly retrieved their discarded clothes and with hurried kisses and promises to meet again, Lindsay slipped out from behind the rocks and went to meet her father.

As she looked back she could just see Luis disappear out of sight towards the hidden track that she now knew led to their villa.

‘Perhaps this holiday will be the best of my life’ she said to herself as she found her father looking around a little way up the track.

‘Ah there you are’ said Jim. ‘You were gone for so long I was getting worried about you’.

‘I’m fine’ said Lindsay and gave her father a big hug. ‘Lets get back to the others – you know it really is beautiful around here’ she continued.

Jim shook his head in amazement – he figured he would never understand the female mind completely but as his daughter walked in front of him he sensed something had changed in her. She was walking with more poise, more confidence somehow and appeared less his little girl and more a young woman.

Lindsay tilted her face at the soft onshore breeze that had just sprung up and wondered what other adventures awaited her in the coming weeks.

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Claire’s reluctant work at the woman-demeaning lobby group “Titcage” has transformed her into a slut.

Chapter 36
IMPREGNATION

The next week, Michael had an unpleasant surprise for Claire and Steph both. He called them into his office and made them strip naked; he had Steph suck his cock as he talked, and allowed Claire to masturbate as she watched.

“I’ve had a chat with your father,” Michael said, smiling in pleasure at the feel of Steph’s lips pumping up and down on his dick. He reached down to caress the young lesbian’s face.

Claire waited for Michael to continue, her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy and rubbing lightly across her clitoris.

“He would very much like to start fucking you both,” Michael said.

Steph stopped bobbing her head up and down on Michael’s cock abruptly. Michael looked irritated, pulled his cock out of her mouth, and slapped her across the face. She whimpered, and obediently went back to servicing his dick.

Claire also felt something flip over inside her at this news. She had known her father lusted after them – it was hard not to when he ejaculated on her tits every day – but the thought of actually having her dad’s dick inside her was a step further down the path of degradation, and one that made her uncomfortable, and sad deep inside. Not sad enough to stop playing with her pussy, though.

But this was not the worst of Michael’s news.

“He’s worried though. He really wants to cum inside those tight little pussies of yours, but he’s afraid of accidentally getting you pregnant.”

Claire felt mixed relief. Did Michael mean that her father wasn’t going to fuck her, then? Or did he mean he would only fuck her somewhere other than the pussy? She was much more used to sucking cock than being fucked in the cunt. It didn’t seem so bad to give her dad a blowjob – at least by comparison.

“I’ve told your father that there’s an easy solution,” Michael said. His fingers were gripping Steph’s hair tightly now, pulling her down against his groin. “He can’t get you pregnant if you’re already pregnant.”

Claire didn’t understand at first. But then she did, and it was finally enough to make her fingers stop pumping her twat. Steph took a moment longer to realise, but when she did she went very still. Michael began to pull her head back and forth by the hair, to make her continue pleasing his cock.

“We’re going to get both of you girls nice and knocked up. It’s about time to find out whether you’re fertile anyway, and you’re long overdue to start lactating. I’ll be up to you whether you keep the baby but either way your father should be able to get a good few months of fucking your cunt without having to worry about inbreeding.”

Claire felt desperate. Somehow despite everything she had done in recent months, she had still assumed some day she would have a husband and a real family and children. To be deliberately and randomly impregnated by Titcage, just to let her father rape her – it was horrible. She started to cry.

“There there, slut,” said Michael. “Don’t worry. Once you’re pregnant, we’re going to make sure you’re married. I’ve decided I’d quite like to marry you myself, and we’re going to marry off Steph here to your friend Ben, who has expressed an interest. Ben will still fuck you, of course, and I’ll be fucking a range of other girls who I’ll like a lot more than you. It wouldn’t do for a wife to think she was special, after all. But you’ll get to have a wedding.”

This was too much. Claire needed to escape. She turned, and began running towards the door, not caring that she was naked. But Jim had silently come in behind her, and as she started to run he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to the ground. Claire fell, and shortly thereafter she felt Jim pushing his hard cock into her cunt, and starting to rape her as she cried.

“Don’t cry, Fucktwat,” he cooed in her ear. “This is what you were made for. Michael’s said you can still suck my cock every day, and I have to say I’ve always dreamed of milking a big-titted slut like you while I fuck her. It’s going to be great when your milk comes in.”

After that morning, Titcage kept the two girls leashed and shackled for a week, to stop them running away. They were put on fertility drugs. Steph was despondent, miserable the whole time, only seeming happy when Claire was licking her pussy. Both girls were made to record new training tapes in their own voices. “I want to be pregnant. I love having giant cow udders. I am only good for breeding,” Claire heard her own voice telling herself, as she knelt naked on the floor at Titcage, chained to the wall, sucking on the cocks of her male co-workers.

Giving blowjobs worked differently now, of course. Whenever someone ejaculated in Claire’s mouth, she wouldn’t swallow it, but rather indicate for Steph to lie down on the floor next to her. Claire would push Steph’s thighs apart, exposing her bare pussy, and then put her mouth against Steph’s twat and use her tongue to push the sperm in her mouth into Steph’s cunt. Steph would return the favour to Claire when Steph sucked a man off.

At the end of each day came the genuine attempt at impregnation. The two girls would strip nude and bend over office desks, and whichever male coworkers wanted to fuck them would shove their dicks in the girls’ cunts and fill them with sperm. Afterwards the girls would put on a show. Titcage had arranged at considerable cost for a shallow bathtub to be filled each afternoon with human sperm. Claire and Steph would have their labia taped against their inner thighs, to keep their cunts spread open as wide as possible, and then fingerbang each other in the tub, each pushing litres of sperm up into their sister’s pussy, before licking each other to a slutty cum-fuelled orgasm.

Steph still struggled against these activities, which Claire secretly liked. By now, raping a girl felt infinitely more erotic to Claire than consensual lesbian sex, and besides, it gave Claire an excuse to be on top in the tub, holding Steph down with her weight. The level of the cum in the tub was shallow, so there was no difficulty in Steph keeping her head above the semen from the lower position, but Claire loved the idea of her own cunt being above Steph’s face, and knowing that the anonymous sperm that Steph was pushing into Claire’s pussy would drip back out onto her sister’s face and into her mouth.

Afterwards the girls would emerge from the tub covered in cum, and the other girls in the office would lick them clean. It was an erotic reward for Claire to feel so many mouths licking and nibbling at her tits and cunt, and lapping the cum from her cheeks and lips. The knowledge that some of them were reluctant, or even crying, at being made to perform the task just made it all the better. They were stupid sluts, Claire knew from her training tape, and this was what they deserved.

At the end of the week, Claire and Steph had dinner at home with their father, with Kitten attending as a guest. However, upon arriving home, they were distressed to find that Sluthole had invited herself along. In fact, Sluthole was already nude and bouncing enthusiastically on their father’s cock, as their father sat on the living room couch, watching the TV. The TV was showing video footage of the two sisters writhing in the bath of cum, obviously obtained from the girls’ Titcage web pages. They watched as their father orgasmed loudly into Sluthole’s cunt.

Sluthole climbed off their father and revealed that he was wearing a condom over his cock. She gently teased it off him, and set it carefully on a plate that already held two condoms like it. She then applied another condom to his dick, and slid back into his lap, his still-stiff penis vanishing between her cunt lips.

“Sluthole here has just been suggesting a whole bunch of new ways to help you girls understand what sluts you are,” their father said, his voice slightly muffled by Sluthole’s tits pressed against his face. “She’s very creative. Why haven’t you invited her around before?”

Claire and Steph said nothing.

“For instance, I like this thing at work where they taped your labia to your thighs. You look very pretty with your cunt all spread open like that. I think we need to start having you do that around the house. And I saw the video of you being punished for not having a good enough fuck grade, Claire. You looked so pretty having your cunt tasered. Sluthole just sucked me off a little while ago while I ordered a taser online.”

The girls sat through a miserable evening of dinner. Their father watched as Sluthole pissed in their mouths and pinched their clitorises. Claire and Kitten 69ed on the table while Sluthole talked to Claire’s father about the relative merits of shooting a girl’s cunt and tits with paintballs versus just putting her tits in a vice. Steph and Claire ate their dog-food dinner from a dog-bowl, flavoured with their father’s urine, while Kitten sat behind them and fingered their cunts for them.

After dinner Kitten went off to fuck their father, and as Steph and Claire went into their room to prepare for bed, Sluthole came to visit them.

“I have a little present for you whores,” she said. “Get on the bed and spread your legs.”

Claire didn’t think Sluthole outranked her anymore, but Sluthole’s command was authoritive and Claire responded to the order without thinking. Steph very definitely WAS outranked by Sluthole and did likewise.

Grinning, Sluthole climbed on top of Steph and began to kiss her on the lips. The naked teenage lesbian kissed her back, confused but aroused. Then, suddenly, Steph squealed and began to buck. Sluthole held her down. Claire looked to see what was happening.

Sluthole had her fingers up inside Steph’s pussy, pushing something into it. When she withdrew them, Claire could see what it was – a condom. Sluthole had just pushed a condom full of their father’s sperm into Steph’s cunt.

“Just so that when you’re found to be pregnant – as you will be – you will never, never be sure that it wasn’t your daddy who got your little slut twat knocked up.”

Steph cried and tried to dig the sperm out of her pussy with her hands, but Sluthole knocked them away and then tied Steph’s hands to the bedposts. She moved on to Claire.

“Are you going to struggle, Claire?” she asked.

Claire shook her head. Good sluts obeyed. Good sluts let themselves be degraded. Claire was a good slut. She moaned happily as Sluthole kissed her on the lips, and the gasped as she felt the now-cold sperm being pushed into her pussy. It was her father’s sperm. She could be getting pregnant by her dad. Probably not – she was almost certainly already pregnant from the activities of the week – but she would never know. She wiggled her legs in distress and arousal.

“Good slut,” said Sluthole. “And now I have a present for you. Open wide.”

Claire opened her mouth obediently, and winced as Sluthole spat in it. But she knew that was not the present, and kept waiting, and was rewarded a moment later when Sluthole updended a third condom full of cum over her tongue. She tasted her father’s cold semen, and knew that this was the moment her life had been building towards.

She barely even needed Sluthole to start licking her pussy a moment later to orgasm.

(To be continued…)

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I wote Chapter 1 last year intending to continue with the story much sooner but other stories came up.One doesn’t need to have read the first chapter to enjoy this one. If you like go back and read how it started.

Amanda Joins The School Newspaper (Chapter 2 of Schoolgirl Amanda Learns Discipline) by rutger5

“Finally I found you Amanda. I thought we were going to meet at the end of the school day and instead you just ditch me. Do you mind telling me why” Jenny said, the hurt clearly sounding in her voice.

Amanda stopped and turned as her friend caught up to her on the street. They were a few blocks from school although not on the route they normally took home. Amanda looked at the sky but if she was hoping for divine intervention to whisk her away or at least inspire her tongue on what to say to her best friend none was forthcoming.

“So what’s going on?”

“I’m sorry Jen, I just needed to think some is all and I do that best when I’m walking or running. You should know it’s never against you and I’m sorry for just taking off without you. I left a little late but that is no excuse and I should have talked to you before leaving. Mad at me?”

“When have I ever been mad at you? Concerned is more likely especially after what you told me earlier. Are you upset because of that jerk Chad? I will so get back at him for whatever he did to you.”

Amanda smiled a wan smile as her friend went off about the situation and she realized how lucky she was to have Jenny as a friend. The two girls had been inseparable since elementary school and though at times they followed different paths as far as interests or likes went their bond remained strong. But now Amanda was in a quandary and even though she wanted nothing more than to confide in her friend about what had happened she felt that she couldn’t.

It would have been bad enough to tell her what had happened with Chad and she still would have except for the events that followed. It was humiliating that Chad had pursued her only with the intention of taking advantage of her naivety and how he had managed to convince the pretty sophomore to give him a blowjob. It was the first one she had given to anyone and when he walked away from her after leaving her face covered in his cum she had been humiliated.

Then she learned Chad had a friend secretly filming it which was bad enough and no doubt it would have made the rounds at school and possibly the internet as well. That was very unlikely to happen now but at what cost? For Coach Jacobs had discovered Chad’s accomplice in the act of filming them and had confiscated the evidence. But not for any decent reason but instead to exploit the teen girl.

First the coach had threatened to reveal the sordid episode with Chad to Amanda’s parents which would have devastated her deeply religious family but it might have physically harmed her father who had a weak heart. She pressured Amanda to sign a form authorizing stern discipline to be meted out as necessary and had brought a member of the softball team to assist her in implementing it.

Amanda had been forced to strip whereupon Coach Jacobs had used a ruler to punish the teen and things quickly escalated from there. Both the coach and Ellen, the softball player, had molested Amanda and the session had culminated in Coach Jacobs deflowering the virginal Amanda with a strap-on dildo.

There was no way she could reveal this to her friend Jenny as the humiliation was too great. There was also the fact that Coach Jacobs had warned her that today was just her first lesson in discipline and more was to follow. In fact at this moment while Jenny was railing about Chad, Amanda had on no panties as the coach had confiscated the ones she had been wearing.

“Jenny, Jenny don’t worry about it. I assure you he isn’t going to bother me again. Don’t worry about how but he’s learned his lesson. I’m just a little down is all and I have things to think about. If I want to talk you know that you’ll be the first I’d think of.”

Amanda did her best to put on a brave face and though Jenny had her doubts she allowed her friend to change the subject. The two girls talked about other subjects as they walked home and when they reached Jenny’s house she had invited Amanda in but she had declined due to the volume of homework she had.

“See you tomorrow Jen” Amanda said with a wave as she continued homeward.

As her friend turned the corner Jenny couldn’t help but having a nagging feeling that something was dreadfully wrong. Well time would tell she thought to herself and if Amanda needed help she would be there for her as the girls always were for one another.

The thoughts swirled in Amanda’s head as she continued on but she was unable to figure out a solution to her situation. When she reached home the first thing she did was go say hello to her father.

“Hi Daddy, how are you doing?” she asked with a forced smile painted to her face.

“Feeling stronger every day Angel” he told her calling Amanda by his pet name for her.

Though she wished that was true it seemed to be just wishful thinking. In fact if anything Amanda had noticed a grayish pallor to her father’s skin that frightened her. Before going to bed that night she had prayed hard not only for guidance to her problem but for her father to regain his health. Amanda didn’t sleep well that night and awakened on more than one occasion trembling from she didn’t no what.

Except for on one occasion that was. That time Amanda wakened with a crystal clear memory of what she had been dreaming of. She was back in Coach Jacobs office and the coach had been again having her way with Amanda and just like in real life Amanda was brought to orgasm but her parents had been standing there watching with disapproving looks on their faces. When she awoke Amanda realized that her pussy was wet and her hand had been stroking it. With an anguished sob the girl had pulled her hand away and turned onto her stomach to try and fall asleep again.

The next day while on her way to English class Amanda was suddenly intercepted by Coach Jacobs in the hallway. She took Amanda by the arm and guided her to a girl’s lavatory near by. The coach first made sure it was empty before ushering the teen inside. Once the door closed Coach Jacobs reached under the plaid skirt where her thick fingers encountered the barrier of the girl’s sensible cotton panties. On discovering this an annoyed look came over the woman’s face.

“Amanda I believe I informed you in no uncertain terms yesterday that you were NOT to wear panties at school.”

“But Coach…” the girl began before being cut off.

“This is not negotiable and if I ever find that you have disobeyed me again the punishment will be swift and harsh. However this time I’ll let you off with a warning but remove them now.”

Knowing that she was beaten Amanda reached under her skirt and pulled the panties down and bent as she stepped out of them. The coach had her hand extended and the teen placed them in her hand. With a smile the coach brought them to her face and inhaled deeply the unique fragrance of Amanda before slipping them into her pocket.

“If you want that contraband returned come to my office after the end of the school day. But for now I want you to raise your skirt and hold it up for me.”

Her fingers trembling from her emotions Amanda lifted her skirt by the hem until it was above her waist and as she did the smile on Coach Jacobs face grew in size as she again gazed on the pussy she had defiled. Her powerful hand reached over and first brushed across the downy soft blond pubic hair before exploring lower. Amanda closed her eyes to prevent seeing this debasement when she felt the other hand of the coach touch her cheek.

“Open your eyes Amanda as I want you to watch. You have two choices – you can look at my face or you can watch my hand but you have to do one or the other.”

As she said this Coach Jacobs slipped a finger into the extremely tight opening of Amanda’s pussy causing the poor girl to gasp. Next the older woman’s thumb began to rub Amanda’s little pleasure button in a circular motion lightly and with some trepidation the girl turned her eyes downward to watch her own molestation. Coach Jacobs was obviously an expert in stimulating the female anatomy and in only a couple of minutes she had brought Amanda to the edge of orgasm.

Her finger was sliding in and out of her while her thumb teased her clit to such a degree that Amanda was squirming while also biting her lower lip hard. Just before Amanda could cum however Coach Jacobs pulled her hand away from the little blond. Even though she was an unwilling participant Amanda felt regret as her body was so close to climax only to have it snatched away.

“Amanda I think you’re late for class so run along now” the coach said after which she put her fingers to her lips where she licked the sticky nectar from them.

Dropping her skirt the girl fled the rest room and headed down the now empty hallway to class. Again she had to knock at the classroom door and wait for Mrs. Johnson to open it for her. The English teacher directed the teen to a desk in the front row that was by her own desk and was empty.

“Amanda I hope you being late like this isn’t becoming a habit. Please wait after class as I wish to speak with you.” the woman said.

Just more trouble the girl thought to herself. The class seemed to drag on and was very difficult especially as she was still wet and aroused but she had to make sure she kept her legs together so Mrs. Johnson wouldn’t see she had no panties on. That wasn’t easy as she so wanted to touch herself though she knew she couldn’t but every time she looked up Mrs. Johnson seemed to be looking her way. Finally the bell rang and the rest of the students filed out leaving only Amanda and the teacher in the classroom. Mrs. Johnson had remained at her desk for a moment before rising and shutting the classroom door. The tall, stout teacher approached the desk and stood next to Amanda.

“If this was any student but you Amanda I would be worried what with you arriving late and being pulled from class. However you’re an exceptional student in English so I know you can do whatever it takes to succeed.”

When she said this Mrs. Johnson had laid a heavy hand on the teen’s shoulder before removing it.

“Thanks for the faith you have in me Mrs. Johnson, I appreciate it.”

“Not at all. Now Amanda I know you wish to become a writer and I have some news that I think you will like. As you may be aware I’m the teacher in charge of the school student newspaper and we have a couple of openings. Even though you are only a sophomore I think you can handle the responsibility. What do you say?”

“You mean putting me on the staff Mrs. Johnson. Oh my gosh that would be so great” Amanda said barely able to control the sudden giddiness she felt.

Mrs. Johnson went to her desk and brought a sheet of paper over and placed it before Amanda to fill out.

“Now you understand you will be starting at the bottom and that the student editor is actually in charge of whatever assignments you’ll receive” she told Amanda.

“Of course Mrs. Johnson I understand” Amanda replied as she began filling out the form.

Mrs. Johnson leaned over and observed Amanda filling out the form and as she did her hand again rested on the sophomore’s shoulder. While she continued writing Amanda noticed that Mrs. Johnson’s hand had slipped off her shoulder and was just above her right breast. Just then the teacher’s other hand pointed at an answer Amanda hadn’t answered and as she leaned a little lower her hand actually moved on top of Amanda’s breast.

“M-m-mrs. Johnson” the girl began.

“Yes Amanda.”

“Umm your hand seems to be touching my breast.”

“Yes it is” the teacher answered at which point her pudgy fingers squeezed the flesh hard through the clothing “and may I say it feels very nice indeed.”

Amanda was stunned speechless but when Mrs. Johnson placed her other hand on the teen’s knee and her fingers began to caress the silky soft skin as they crept upward Amanda forced her legs together halting their further advance.

“Amanda I believe that Coach Jacobs informed you that yesterday was just your first lesson and you had more to come. Well this is one of them and I advise you to open your thighs of your own accord or you will be punished appropriately.”

After that revelation Amanda was too shocked to resist further and her whole body went limp. That allowed Mrs. Johnson to continue her finger march to Amanda’s treasure which she soon reached. When the older woman’s hand first touched the girl’s pussy they both moaned- Amanda with pleasure and her teacher from unrequited desire.

“Oh your pussy feels so soft and wet my dear. I can’t wait to taste it as I’m sure it’s yummy.”

Mrs. Johnson leaned in and her lips found Amanda’s as she kissed the teen. It started slow and soft but became harder and more frenzied as it went on. Amanda had closed her blue eyes and just judging it by her senses it felt wonderful. Mrs. Johnson’s tongue had slipped between her parted lips and hungrily explored her wet mouth. Meanwhile the hand had continued to stroke her soft pussy lips bringing her to a higher state of arousal. Mrs. Johnson now started to unbutton Amanda’s blouse and once she finished her hand explored the girl’s smooth skin as she traced a pattern from just above her waist up to her bra covered breasts and then on to her collarbone.

“Amanda stand up and remove your blouse and bra” the English teacher said in her harsh voice as she reluctantly broke their kiss as well as removing her hand from between Amanda’s white thighs.

The sophomore opened her eyes as she slipped her white blouse off her shoulders before unclasping and removing her brassiere as well and revealing her small, firm bosom. Mrs. Johnson eyed the girl’s chest closely, appreciating the contrast between her fair white flesh and the pink hue of the areolas and nipples. The teacher patted the desk with her hand.

“Why don’t you scoot your cute little ass up here so you will be easier to reach my dear” she said.

Feeling shy about her semi-nude condition Amanda cast her eyes down as she slipped from the seat and assumed a perch on the desk. Mrs. Johnson cupped the girl’s chin and raised her face as she studied Amanda.

“I assure you my dear that you are breathtaking in your beauty. You should be proud of your gift just not in a conceited fashion.”

Having finished her appraisal of Amanda, Mrs. Johnson grasped the girl’s dirty blonde hair by the ponytail it was in and tilted her head back further where the teacher’s lips again tasted Amanda’s. Her fat fingers found the girl’s tender nipple and twisted it though not too roughly sending a signal straight between the girl’s legs. When Mrs. Johnson’s mouth brushed against her student’s throat Amanda began to tremble and she had to put her hand over her mouth to stifle her moan when Mrs. Johnson reached her sensitive breast.

“Ahh, gather ye rosebuds while ye may” the woman whispered as her mouth glided on the young flesh and she released the ponytail and reached around the small ribcage to manipulate Amanda’s other nipple.

Amanda threw her head back in response to her heightened arousal and she almost bit her hand when the teacher’s hand again busied itself between her young thighs. This time Mrs. Johnson actually worked two fingers in the girl and when a knuckle brushed Amanda’s clit it sent the girl over the edge and soaring to the skies.

Mrs. Johnson continued to feast on her pink and white treats, suckling on each breast and nipple in turn until Amanda felt she couldn’t take much more without going mad. But just then the English teacher pulled her mouth away abruptly although her fingers continued to slide her fat digits in and out of Amanda’s pinkness.

“You are such a naughty little minx, cumming from my hand like that. I have half a mind to put you over my knee and spank you but unfortunately our time is very limited now. But before I let you leave I have to taste that sweet treat of yours Amanda.”

Saying that Mrs. Johnson bent her large body at the waist and brought her garishly made up face close to Amanda’s kitty. The woman breathed in the delicate bouquet that was the essence of fresh teen pussy and sighed. The woman reluctantly removed her fingers which caused Amanda some consternation but Mrs. Johnson salved that over by extending her tongue and tracing the teen’s wet lips from bottom to top.

She then used her fingers to spread the lips wide so her tongue could burrow deep into her sweet pink core. Amanda gasped and she was soon writhing on the desk from the tongue lashing that Mrs. Johnson was delivering to her. The woman’s tongue was surprisingly agile and flexible and managed to lick every nook and crevice in the sweet tunnel it was exploring.

As soon as Mrs. Johnson’s fingertip gently began circling Amanda’s clitoris the teen again gained a taste of paradise. When her juices flowed the teacher eagerly drank them down as if she was a woman who had been stranded in the desert.

When the girl’s trembling had subsided Mrs. Johnson straightened her portly body and walked to her own desk where she opened a drawer and removed her bag from it. She opened it and rummaged around finally producing a slim, pink vibrator which she held up triumphantly. Returning to Amanda the teacher briefly sucked on it before sliding in the wet entrance of the sophomore’s kitty and turning it on.

Amanda had never felt such sensations as the buzzing plastic phallus delivered as it hummed away in her most personal space and as soon as Mrs. Johnson built a rhythm of slowly moving it in and out she leaned forward. Her lips sucked in Amanda’s clit as her tongue flicked away at it simultaneously driving the teen beyond any pleasure she could have imagined.

Her body was rocked by one orgasm after another, each one greater than the last until they culminated in a massive multiple orgasm that left the girl as drained and satiated as one could possibly be. In the throes of passion Amanda had even pulled on Mrs. Johnson’s grayish-brown hair. Though that did annoy the teacher she knew she had no one but herself to blame for leaving the student unfettered. She would certainly rectify that the next time. Mrs. Johnson plastered a smile on her face though, as she pulled the vibrator from Amanda and switched it off before kissing the girl. Amanda realized that it was her juices which covered Mrs. Johnson’s face which she smelled and tasted and it was nice.

“Now young lady how did you like that?” she asked the teen.

“Oh Mrs. Johnson I never imagined that anything could be so…” Amanda’s voice trailed off as she couldn’t find the words to do justice to what she had experienced.

Mrs. Johnson continued smiling though if Amanda studied her eyes she might have noticed that they remained cold and calculating but the girl was too overcome by her post orgasmic bliss to realize.

“You know Amanda since this school year started I felt that you were the prettiest young lady in any of my classes. Now to other matters, once every two weeks the staff of the newspaper meets at Pizza-a-go-go a few blocks from the school to go over things in a congenial atmosphere and today is that meeting. Why don’t you come by around three thirty to meet the gang. Now run along as I need to prepare for my next class.”

Amanda slid off the desk and put on her bra and blouse before gathering together her books and with a sweet good bye left the classroom. Even though Mrs. Johnson had compelled her into sex she had mixed emotions about things. Unlike Coach Jacobs who had been rough and forceful in deflowering her, Mrs. Jacobs had been a much kinder lover. Amanda even could overlook the woman’s overall unattractiveness and obesity.

Later that day in the faculty lounge Mrs. Johnson and Coach Jacobs discussed their “star pupil” and how her body responded to the different styles they had employed on her.

“I’ve always said that your methods were too soft” Coach Jacobs said “although you do garner results.”

The big woman chortled to her colleague’s assessment and when she did all her chins jiggled from the vibrations from her jaw.

“Now you know that I can be as harsh as necessary but I see no harm in letting the recruit enjoy a little tenderness as well. I feel they are more satisfied that way with their lot in life. I enjoy when they beg to be debauched instead of just submitting to it because they have no choice in the matter.”

“Well it’s just a means to an end either way with the result being the same after all. A new tender recruit to serve the sisterhood with all her body and she does have a sweet one, does she not?”

“Quite. As a matter of fact I plan on sampling it some more as I only had a small taste earlier. She’ll be so grateful that what will follow will be child’s play I think.”

“Hmm, really. Tell me more” Coach Jacobs said with a glint of lust in her eyes.

At the end of the school day Amanda met her friend by her locker. Jenny noticed that her friend seemed to be in a much better mood then she’d been in lately and soon found out why.

“Jen you’ll never believe it but Mrs. Johnson has managed to get me onto the student newspaper and I’m going to meet the rest of the staff now. I’m so excited I could scream.”

Jenny knew her friend always enjoyed writing and wanted to be a writer so she was happy for her at this latest development.

“Good for you Amanda. Before long you’ll be the star reporter getting to the bottom of what exactly is in the mystery meat they serve at school lunch.”

“I doubt I’ll be allowed to do stuff like that but just to get my name on the paper is cool. And with two more years here I should be able to work my way up, maybe be editor my senior year even. I’ll call or text you later Jen.”

Closing her locker the young blonde hurried off to her first staff meeting at the nearby pizzeria. When she entered Amanda saw Mrs. Johnson holding court at a large booth with four students. After seeing Amanda the teacher stood and beckoned her over. After Amanda sat down Mrs. Johnson wedged her bulk next to her on the seat.

“Okay everybody this is Amanda who I’ve been telling you about. Amanda this is Abigail the editor as well as Paul, Karen and Dexter who are three of the writers. There are a couple more that couldn’t make it today due to other commitments. I’ve taken the liberty of bringing a couple of your writing assignments to the meeting so that they can see your work and realize what talent you have. While they look it over have a slice of pizza Amanda.”

“Thanks Mrs. Johnson and hi to everybody. I just want you to know how excited I am about this opportunity and I know that I start at the bottom.”

“You certainly will Amanda” the editor Abigail stated “as the rest of us didn’t get a chance until we were at least juniors. However I shall read your writing because if Mrs. Johnson says you have talent then I have no doubt you do.”

The other students gave Amanda a friendlier greeting but none contradicted Abigail. She seemed to be a humorless individual with a permanent pinched expression and thick steel framed eyeglasses. Though a teenager her hair was actually pulled into a tight bun making her look much older than her years and while not fat she was certainly not thin. The best way one could describe her body was boxy and bulky with a thick waist would be more accurate.

She peered down her glasses as she began to read Amanda’s writing in front of her. Partially to take her mind off the fact that the newspaper staff was reading her work that she never expected to be seen by others Amanda grabbed a slice of pizza and daintily took a bite. It was good and she found herself eagerly taking more when she unexpectedly felt a fat hand rubbing her leg under the table. An alarmed look came over her face momentarily before she did her best to assume a neutral expression.

It was obviously Mrs. Johnson feeling her up and in fact the teacher’s fat fingers had now reached their goal of stroking the girl’s pussy. While she did this she was doing everything but looking at or paying attention to Amanda. Her fingers however were again exploring the sweet lips and tunnel and in fact she managed to work one inside in spite of the table being full of students.

Amanda prayed that none of them would look under the table for any reason where they would easily see her with no panties on being penetrated digitally by Mrs. Johnson. In fact it was her hope that no one in the pizzeria could tell what was happening under their noses. In spite of her misgivings Amanda was soon so aroused from the stimulation that she had to fight to keep from squirming or some other action that would reveal what was going on.

Suddenly Amanda realized that everybody, including Mrs. Johnson, was staring at her expectantly about something although it didn’t stop the teacher from continuing her manual manipulation. Abigail had an even more sour expression on than normal as she seemed to be wanting an answer to something.

“I’m sorry but I didn’t hear the question” Amanda managed to say even as she was being brought to the edge of cumming by Mrs. Johnson.

“Well never mind” sniffed Abigail “if you weren’t bothering listening then I guess it wasn’t important enough to trouble you with.”

“Sorry” Amanda mumbled as she desperately tried to prevent what was happening to her but it was too late. A second fat finger had wiggled inside her and it drove her to orgasm. She could feel her face becoming flushed as her body trembled from release.

“Oh dear, are you alright Amanda? You seem to be out of sorts” Mrs. Johnson asked solicitously of the girl as she withdrew her now wet fingers. “Perhaps we should end the meeting now as Amanda doesn’t appear well.”

While Amanda recovered the other students as well as Mrs. Johnson got up and said there goodbyes to one another. Abigail was the last to leave and she turned a jaundiced eye to Amanda before departing. Mrs. Johnson again sat next to the young woman and patted her arm.

“Well my dear you seem quite recovered from your “attack” now but it couldn’t be helped. Until I get my fill of your delectable body I’m afraid that it’s hard to control myself around you. I’m afraid I’ve always preferred those who are sweet sixteen to any other age. It’s when you are old enough for such things and I feel the full bloom is on your rose right now. Do me a favor my dear, when you leave here turn down Oak Street and take that route and in a few blocks I’ll pick you up. I don’t want any of the staff to see us together as I’m sure you understand.”

Amanda left and walked on legs still trembling slightly from her recent climax. She observed yellowed leaves in the gutter as she crossed Oak Street and headed down it. There was a light drizzle and a hint of chill in the air as she traveled and she was relieved when Mrs. Johnson’s late model Toyota pulled to the curb beside her. As soon as she hopped in Mrs. Johnson pulled away and resumed driving.

“Amanda have you informed your family that you will be late today?” Mrs. Johnson asked as her hand again rested on the sixteen year olds bare white thigh.

“N-n-no Mrs. Johnson, not yet. I can text them. What time should I say I’ll be home?”

“Within two hours certainly” the teacher replied as her fingers moved as fast as any texter could do but it was a living thing she was handling.

In a few minutes the car turned into a driveway and Mrs. Johnson reluctantly removed her hand so that she could trigger the garage door to open. Once it opened the little car pulled inside and the door closed behind them. The garage was connected to the house by a breezeway which they crossed before the teacher unlocked the door and ushered Amanda inside. The house smelled a little musty to Amanda as she was led to the living room. All the walls were covered with bookcases which were filled to capacity with volumes of all sizes. There was a shabby looking couch and matching chairs that looked older than the girl and a coffee table which was strewn with books, mail and papers. Mrs. Johnson sat in one of the chairs and looked up at her student.

“Amanda I want you to remove every stitch of clothing including your socks” she demanded in her harsh voice.

“Yes Mrs. Johnson” the girl softly replied, her musical voice in stark contrast to the older woman’s.

Before Amanda could finish the sound of the electric door chime sounded in the house at which Mrs. Johnson rose to her feet.

“Finish what you are doing while I see to that. When you’re finished I want you to stand there with your back to the door and wait for me. Understand Amanda?”

“Yes Mrs. Johnson” she replied.

Amanda continued and soon was standing there nude. It was a bit chilly in the house and her nipples hardened from the cool air which caressed them and she felt goose bumps rise on her body when she heard the door open again.

“Ahh, for I ne‘er saw true beauty till this night. You may turn now Amanda as I have a surprise with me.”

When the girl turned her jaw dropped as standing there with a smirk on her plain face was Abigail the student editor. She ran her eyes up and down the sophomore and licked her thin lips in response to what she saw.

“I’ve asked Abigail to join us this afternoon as since she is the editor you two will be working closely together no doubt. On top of that she is very trustworthy and is one of the few student members of a select little society we have at St. Adalbert School. Well Abigail what do you think?”

“Amanda is quite striking in her looks I must admit. However her manners are appalling. At the pizzeria she paid no attention and for that she should be severely reprimanded I feel.”

“Would you like the honor of that Abigail?” Mrs. Johnson asked.

“It would be my pleasure Mrs. Johnson” the senior said as she stepped toward Amanda with a gleam in her eyes behind the thick lenses.

End of Chapter 2

As always comments, opinions and positive votes are greatly appreciated. Hopefully Chapter 3 won’t have such a long wait between Chapters as there was between 1 and 2.
By rutger5

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Kora casts a powerful healing spell requiring the sexual fluids of all those she loves!

The Rogue’s Harem

Book Two: Rogue’s Wicked Harem

Part Nine: Harem’s Healing Love

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to B0b and WRC 264 for beta reading this.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Throbbing Aftermath

Princess Ava – The Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

Blows hammered my head. The world spun around me as I clutched at the saddle horn. My stomach clenched again, my throat burning from the bile. I grit my teeth, tears streaming down my face as I struggled to gain control of my body.

“Princess!” Greta called out. “Princess, what happened?”

I shook my head, trying to think through the pain. Fear squeezed my heart. What happened? Did it work? Did I save Sven? I needed to know. I needed to find out what happened. I needed to access my other proxy with Sven, the original I gave him after he first fled Az ahead of my father’s soldiers. I grit my teeth. I couldn’t let this headache stop me.

I tried to sense my proxies through the pain. But my head… My head felt beaten by invisible fists. Another wave of nausea rose through me. My fingers tightened on my saddle horn. My body swayed and shuddered. I sucked in deep breaths, trying to calm the pain. I had to reach through it.

“Princess!” Greta shouted, her words screeching through my head, making it ache more and more. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“I’m… fine…” I groaned, sweat breaking out over my face. “I just… I just need to… to concentrate…”

“You look horrible, Princess.” She still clutched the reins of my horse. She pulled on it, stopping both our mounts. She began to dismount.

“No!” I barked at her. I threw a look over my shoulder, Echur and my father’s castle swimming on the horizon. “We have to keep going! We can’t stop! We have to get as far away as we can before my father discovers our flight.”

“But Princess,” Greta objected, “you’re sick.”

“I’m…” I sucked in a deep breath. “Fine… Just had… my proxy destroyed… It’s a… a… shock… Keep riding…”

“Yes, Your Highness,” Greta said, her words tight. Her eyes narrowed at me, her pale face tightening. “It’s just…”

“I’m in no danger,” I reassured her, sucking in another breath. The blows pounding my head felt a little lessened. “I’ll recover. My soul took a hard punch. Keep riding. I have to contact Sven.”

She licked her lips then heeled her mount.

I sucked in another breath, my stomach roiling again. Bile tickled at the back of my throat. I didn’t want to throw up. I needed to reach out to my proxies. I could feel them through the pain assaulting my head. It was like trying to pick something up small through thick, woolen, winter mittens. I could feel the shape, but I couldn’t quite grasp them.

I kept trying. I closed my eyes, swaying as my horse resumed trotting again. My stomach sloshed from side to side, acidic juices boiling in me. I grit my teeth, drawing breaths through my nose as I struggled to ignore the pressure on my head. I had to grab it.

I had to seize my proxy.

The fear crushing my heart propelled me. That hurt more. Not knowing what happened to those I loved. Sven and Kora and Zanyia were in danger. I didn’t want them to be harmed. I wanted to prevail over that shadowy thing that attacked them.

I couldn’t be weak. I couldn’t be pampered. I couldn’t afford to flee from pain. I wasn’t a spoiled princess any longer. I fled that life. I chose to be an outlaw. A bandit like Sven. I had to give it my all. I had to be strong. For myself. For those I loved.

For Greta. I led her into this. She would pay for my mistakes if this didn’t work out. If Sven…

No, Sven wasn’t dead. He would prevail. I just needed to reach my proxy.

My teeth ground together.

Sweat poured down my brow.

The pressure on my skull increased, squeezing down on my brain. It felt on the verge of rupturing. My spiritual fingers brushed my proxy with Sven. I felt the shape of it. I almost could pour into it. I just needed to try harder.

My horse neighed.

My hands clenched on the saddle horn.

“Come on,” I groaned, fighting off another wave of nausea. “Just…”

Hot agony stabbed into my brain as I forced my soul towards my proxy. I could almost slide my awareness into…

The pain vanished. I poured my existence into a proxy for my body. I inhabited a small, alabaster statue. My eyes opened into darkness.

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Kora Falk – The Forest of Lhes, The Strifelands of Zeutch

I smiled down at Zanyia as she began licking her arm, cleaning up her own blood staining those horrible, poisoned wounds. The poison in them felt so nasty. It had taken the extent of my ability to channel my Goddess’s power and restore the art of the lamia’s life. Her tawny, triangular ears twitched and her tail flicked back and forth. A happy purr rose rumbled from her throat.

“Thank you, Mistress,” she said between licks.

I kissed her forehead. “You’re welcome.”

I sucked in a deep breath, still feeling a little off-balanced by everything. Zanyia was the last one hurt. I glanced around the clearing that held the ring of faerie mushrooms. Nathalie wiped at the blood staining Aingeal’s breasts. We came so close to dying. I stared down at the blood staining my robe.

Sighing, I prayed, “Rithi, I ask you to restore the beauty of my clothing and revert it to a pristine state.”

The simple spell washed over me, the blood and other stains rising from the pink cloth. The dart’s hole mended in a moment. It was one of the first prayers taught to me at the temple back in Az. It felt like a lifetime ago when I entered into Rithi’s service. A lifetime lived in a year. How many times had I come close to dying?

Too many.

My body shook. I glanced over at Sven crouched near the ruins of Ava’s rosy quartz proxy. My brother had such a dark expression on his face, lips tight. I pushed myself up to my feet and staggered over to him. When I reached him, I fell to my knees and snuggled against him. His arm slipped around my shoulder.

It felt so wonderful feeling that arm around me. I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling safe in his arms. He helped save my life. Death had come so fast. Just stepping out of the faerie ring and then the pain exploded in my chest.

I still felt so drained. Even invigorated by Aingeal’s healing spirits, my limbs felt leaden. Fatigue gripped me, like I had wrapped myself in wet woolens, the weight pulling on my body, trying to drag me down to the ground.

“What happened?” I asked, still confused by everything. The shadowy human. The other lamia.

“Ava saved my life,” he said. He picked up a piece of her statue’s face, turning it over. It looked macabre, the princess’s delicate cheek and part of her lips ending at jagged quartz. Bits of crystal sparkled in the pink stone.

“That’s not what I meant, brother mine,” I said, shaking my head. “I meant… The attack.”

“It was Keythivak,” Zanyia said. She pressed against my other side, worming her head beneath my arm. Her fuzzy ear brushed my cheek, twitching. “He’s one of Zizthithana’s servants. Her assassin.”

I grabbed the amulet through my robe, feeling the weight of it. We had to do something about it. We needed to do something about it. My skin suddenly crawled, the gem feeling dirty, oily. The soul of that damned biomancer lurked in there.

I wanted to rip it off and throw it away. But… But it was too dangerous. If he lived, he would make more monsters to plague the world. More abominations, cause more suffering.

“None are better killer than him,” Zanyia continued, squirming beside me. “Zizthithana must really want that amulet back.”

“Who else is the naga likely to send?” my brother asked.

“Hmm, besides Keythivak, the only servant she has left is Antrevia and her ogre, Gor.”

“Ogre?” I asked, feeling a little queasy. They numbered among the most loathsome of Las’s offsrpings. Not all of the God of Lust’s children were as delicious as Zanyia. Ogres loved to fuck, and they didn’t care how much damage their huge cocks caused while satiating their bestial passions. If a woman survived, the ogre baby conceived would rip her apart in childbirth.

“Don’t worry, Gor is kept on a short leash,” Zanyia said. “Zizthithana wouldn’t unleash him to track us down.” Then she giggled.

“What?” I asked, giving the lamia a curious look as my stomach kept roiling. Ogre…

Her eyes flicked over to Ealaín sitting naked, her ebony breasts swaying before her, her dented breastplate sitting on her lap. She stroked it, her face tight. Zanyia said, “Keythivak didn’t expect her.”

“Ealaín?” I asked, frowning. “Because she inspired me to banish the shadows wreathing Keythivak?”

“Partly,” Zanyia said. “But he didn’t expect one more person. When we went to Faerie, we didn’t have her. He must have tracked us to the ring and waited for us to come back, lying in ambush for us.”

“And Queen Sidhe somehow knew,” Sven said. “She sent us here to be ambushed.”

“Yes,” Aingeal nodded. “She does not like being crossed. And… you crossed her, my husband.” Emotion swam in Aingeal’s purple eyes.”

“Anyway, Ealaín being here disrupted his plans,” Zanyia continued. “Otherwise we might have lost.”

“We would have,” Sven said. “It was close. He disabled you, sister dear, then his shadows… They had substance. He was nearly impossible to close the distance to fight.”

My stomach tightened.

“I would have died if Ava hadn’t sacrificed her proxy,” my brother continued, his thumb running over the crystal lips. His forehead furrowed. “And the Las-damned bastard got away. He’ll try again.”

I took a deep breath, feeling that weight dragging harder at me. I didn’t want to sink into mire. So I put on a bright smile, wanting to inspire my brother, and said, “We’ll have to face that when he does. We know about him. We’ve fought him and won. Next time, we’ll have tactics. I have my magic to disable his shadowmancing.

“We will beat him, brother mine.”

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Sven Falk

Kora’s words swept through me. I glanced at her. She had such a smile on her face. She believed it. She truly had faith in us. In me. My heart beat faster as I stared at the loveliness of my sister’s face. She looked scrubbed clean, freshly bathed somehow. She almost glowed with her confidence, her loving radiance.

I tightened my arm around her shoulder, opened my mouth to thank her, when my pouch suddenly shifted on my hips. Something squirmed inside of it. My hand darted down, lifting open the flap and peering in and the various items shifting around.

An alabaster head peeked out around a spare pair of leather gloves, sandwiched between loose fingers. She peered up at me, Ava’s face captured in miniature likeness. A smile spread across her lips. Her arm burst out, thrusting up into the air.

“Sven!” she squeaked. “Thank the Gods.” She trembled, her face scrunching up. I expected to see tears spilling down her ivory face.

But stone couldn’t cry.

“You’re alive. I… I…” Her words broke up into hiccuping sobs.

I reached into the pouch with such care. I pulled her out. She cuddled up in my hand, grabbing my thumb. She rubbed her cheeks against it, her small, naked breasts jiggling. I felt her lips on my skin as she kissed it over and over. I held her before my face, grinning at her.

“I’m alive,” I said. Between Kora’s hope and the joy shivering out of Ava, confidence grew in me. The assassin caught us with our trousers down and a whore sucking on our cocks. Next time, we would end him. He had his chance. Now we knew how he worked. His fighting technique. We had learned how to fight him.

Aingeal and Nathalie joined us, my faerie wife kneeling down, cocking her head. Nathalie snuggled up against her, resting her head on the faerie’s big, soft tits. A blonde pigtail dangled down between the valley of those lush boobs.

“It was so amazing,” Nathalie said, a big smile on her face. “I was so scared for Master, and then you appeared.”

“Yes!” Zanyia exclaimed. She leaned past Kora, her face looming before the small statue. “It was so amazing what you did, Mistress Ava. You saved Master. I heard you shatter. I had no idea what that sound was, but I heard it. I bet you looked so awesome when you did it.”

Ava smiled at him. “It wasn’t that awesome. I wasn’t in any danger. My body’s safe and sound on my horse.”

“Your horse?” I asked, my brow furrowing. “Why are you on your horse?”

“Oh, well…” She squirmed on my hand. “I really didn’t get a chance to tell you. I mean, you were so busy with what was going on in Faerie, but… But…” She took a deep breath. “I’ve fled my father’s castle. I’m riding for the Forest of Lhes.”

I blinked. “What?”

“I just had to,” she said. “I had to get away from him. I couldn’t stand being around him any longer. He’s… He’s unhinged. You destroyed his army. He is wroth. And… I want to be with you. In the flesh.”

I listened as she described how she made her plan to escape the palace, using her bedmaid to blackmail Master Mage Shevoin, bluffing the guards, fleeing the castle. She spoke it so fast, her words spilling out in a breathy excitement that Zanyia would be proud of.

“So I’m coming to you!” she said. “I’ll be there in a few days. I’m riding for the forest. I’ll find you and be with you.” She rubbed her small breasts against my thumb, her nipples tiny points on my flesh. “I need you so badly.”

“I’ll be waiting,” I said. “Eagerly.”

“He’s always eager for a cutie,” Kora said, her hands rubbing my crotch. “Horny brother.”

“Always, sister dear,” I said.

Aingeal giggled. She pressed up against my other side, still cradling Nathalie’s head to her breasts. “He fucked a faerie queen last night.”

“With her daughter,” I added, giving my princess a roguish wink.

Ava giggled, shaking her head, her hair swaying about her back. “Only you could say that to your betrothed and expect her to be impressed.”

“Well, are you impressed?” I asked, Kora squeezing at my hardening cock.

“Yes,” she said. “It’s making my pussy wet. I can’t wait until I’m in your arms.”

“Me, too.” Then I furrowed my brow. “But what about spying on your father? We have destroyed his army of proxies, but he still has his human guards. He has his mage, his castle. Your information would have been invaluable.”

“I left my jade beetle in his office,” she said. “I can activate it and sneak around whenever he’s not around. I can read his reports and find clues.” She clutched at my thumb. “But, believe me, I had to get away from him.”

“I believe you.” I rubbed my thumb against her small breasts. She squirmed, grinning at me. “I’m going to love you so hard. And then… Then we’re going to end your father. We’re going to stop him.”

Ava quivered. “He has to be stopped. What he’s done…” Then she let out a wanton moan. “Ooh, I wish this proxy could grow. It was worth it to save you, but…” She glanced at the ground, at the pieces of her other proxy. “I really liked that proxy. I’ll never find another twinborn witch to enchant it. And my pussy is so horny now. If my proxy could get wet, I’d be forming a puddle in your palm.”

“I could enchant you,” Aingeal said. “I can do anything a witch can. They merely copy the powers of faerie. I breathe them.”

“Really?” Ava asked.

Aingeal nodded. “It’ll take some time to do properly.”

I glanced at Zanyia. “Does the assassin have access to healing magic?”

“I don’t think so,” she answered.

“He might,” Aingeal said. “He used two different spirits during the fight, but neither of them were the spirits that heal. Witches have to master each different type. Unless they’re a Tuathan twinborn witch with faerie blood in them, it’s difficult for humans to use spirits.”

“Then we’ll camp here and rest,” I decided. “The assassin took a bad wound. And we need to rest and recover.”

“Then I’ll allow you to rest and…” Princess Ava’s eyes slid around at the women. “And do other things. But you will owe me. When we are reunited in a few days, I expect to be pleasured.”

“I’ll give you my all.”

She smiled at me. Then her body went still. I rubbed my thumb against her one last time before setting her proxy back into my bag with care. Then I pulled Aingeal to me. My faerie snuggled against me, her breasts pressing against me. I stared into her purple eyes, seeing the love in there.

She’d burrowed into my heart. Just like Zanyia and Nathalie had. Maybe I just fell in love too easily. I kissed her hard on the mouth, loving her, wanting to revel in her passion. Kora squeezed my cock through my pants. My dick throbbing so hard as I kissed Aingeal.

My hand slipped down from her shoulder and reached around her. I gripped her breast. I squeezed that pillowy mound. She whimpered into my mouth. Kora nuzzled in, my sister’s lips joining our kiss, sharing in our love.

And soon Ava would join us.

“I think it is time for you to paint another masterpiece,” Ealaín said, the aoi si standing before us, her large, ebony breasts swaying.

“Masterpiece?” Kora asked.

“To heal Aingeal. Her body is not whole.”

Aingeal gasped.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Harem’s Healing Love

Aingeal

Such joy burst through me. Even more than when Sven appeared to save me. I couldn’t believe this was happening. That Kora could truly heal my severed wings? I thought the damage was beyond what any magic could fix. The muscles in my back twitched, wanting to flutter my beautiful, elegant butterfly-like wings.

And I would get to again.

Tears beaded my eyes as I stared up at my family. My… family. It was wonderful to have that again. My father had died in disgrace because of my prank that went awry, I was banished from Faerie, but at least here I could spend it with my human husband and his ever-growing harem of sexy beauties.

My big breasts swayed before me as I shuddered in delight. I lay in the tent Sven pitched for us in the clearing. I knelt on our sleeping bedrolls. We’d left all our camping supplies here before crossing into Faerie. I shuddered as everyone surrounded me, all naked and looking so yummy. Sven so strong and muscular, his hand stroking his thick, large cock thrusting from his straw-blond thatch of pubic hair, his balls hanging beneath his cock. Precum beaded at the tip. And his blue eyes… Those wondrous, passionate, azure depths stared down at me with such passion.

Such love.

My heart fluttered as I beamed at him. Zanyia may have tricked me into loving him, but my promise spoken thrice had changed my heart irrevocably. So to see that he cared for me back only made my pussy itch more.

Kora stood to his right, bent over, her rump and pussy aimed right at me. She plunged three fingers into her shaved snatch, her pink folds engulfing her digits. She let out such a wanton moan as she worked her digits in and out of her juicy sex, stirring up her passion. I turned my head, licking my lips, and grinning at Zanyia beside Kora, also bent over. Her tail wiggled from side-to-side as her left hand fingered her tight asshole and her right plunged twin digits into her snatch, fucking them in and out as her slender hips swayed back and forth.

“I’m going to drench you in so much pussy juices, Aingeal!” the lamia yowled. “You’re going to drip in it.”

“Good,” I purred.

“Yes, we shall coat you, Aingeal,” Ealaín said. She was the next one in the circle. I turned more to stare at her thick, ebony cock thrusting from the folds of her pussy, her pink lips wrapped about that dark shaft. Juices ran down her thighs as she fingered her cunt with her left hand, her right fisting up and down her girl-dick. “We shall provide the paint for Kora to work her masterpiece.”

“Yes,” I whimpered in utter excitement, my breasts quivering.

“We will fix you, Mistress Aingeal,” whimpered Nathalie. The slender girl completed the circuit, her pigtails dangling down her body, her tight slit adorned by her down of golden hair faced me. Her fingers rubbed at her clit, massaging it in circles. Bent over, her asshole winked at me, peeking out from between her butt-cheeks.

I leaned forward and licked at her asshole, tasting her sour musk. “Mmm, I know you will. I have such faith in Kora.”

“Yes,” Sven growled, stroking his dick faster.

I turned my head and fluttered my tongue against the tip of his cock. I gathered his precum staining the tip, loving how it felt on my tongue. It made me shudder. I swirled about his spongy crown. I loved the texture, the feel. My pussy clenched, my juices running down my thighs.

The sounds of Kora’s fingers plunging into her juicy cunt drew my attention. I gave my husband’s dick a final, puckered kiss, then turned my attention to my sister-wife. I treasured their incestuous passion. It was so kinky.

Her fingers pumped in and out of her, her tangy musk filling my nose as her cream trickled down her wrist. I licked it up, my tongue drawing up to her fingers. She buried them into her twat, guiding me to her juicy folds. I licked and fluttered my tongues about her digits, loving the flavor of her.

“Ooh, you’re eating Mistress’s pussy,” Zanyia purred. “Make her feel amazing. She’s going to fix you.”

“I am,” gasped Kora as I fluttered my tongue against her clit, reaching past her wrist to brush it. “Rithi’s beautiful gaze and inspiring radiance, I will!”

“I know,” I moaned.

I shifted again, Kora’s tangy musk lingering on my tongue, and turned my attention to Zanyia. Her tail fluttered back and forth faster and faster as she pleasured herself. She wiggled her hips, whimpering and moaning her delight as she frigged both her holes.

It was so hot watching her asshole swallow two of her fingers. That puckered opening gripped her digits so tight as they plunged into them. She whimpered and groaned, her small tits jiggling as wiggled her hips at me. I leaned in, her bush tickling my cheek, and licked at her folds.

“Yes, yes, yes,” yowled the naughty catgirl, her fingers plunging faster. She shoved a third finger into her twat as I savored her sweet musk. What a delicious treat.

I lapped up her juices then moaned, “Oh, your passion taste so good, Zanyia. I can’t wait until you’re squirting your cream all over me.”

“Drench you!” she yowled. “By Las’s amazing cum, I will!”

“She will,” Sven chuckled.

“Zanyia is a determined one,” the aoi si said.

Ealaín had tits as big as mine, but hers were so dark. I hadn’t had a chance to get to know her yet. She had appeared so suddenly. But she had a gorgeous body, and that cock, as big as Sven’s, growing from her pussy made my cunt ache. I leaned over, wiggling my ass at Sven as I sucked on the tip of Ealaín’s clit-dick.

Sven groaned, but I didn’t know whether it was caused by my shaking ass, or just the delight of witnessing me sucking on a woman’s cock. I didn’t care. So long as it inspired him. I heard him stroke faster as I bobbed my mouth on this amazing shaft. Her precum tasted so salty.

“That’s it,” groaned Ealaín. “Be inspiring, Aingeal. Any can spark creativity. Any can be a muse for the artist.”

“And she is a delicious subject to watch,” Sven groaned.

“Yes, yes, yes,” whimpered Nathalie, wiggling her hips as she frigged her clit on the edges of my vision.

That cute ass begged to be played with again. I had to taste her sour musk again. I sucked so hard on Ealaín’s dick as I pulled my lips off of it, giving the hermaphrodite one last treat before I shuffled over to the trembling sex slave.

“Oh, Nathalie, you are such a sweetie,” I moaned, grabbing her firm, tight ass. “So devoted to your Master.”

“I am! I love him so much! He claimed me!”

“I believe I had little choice in the matter,” Sven said, stroking his dick in the corner of my sight. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“You should never complain about a submissive thing wanting to love you,” I groaned before burying my face between Nathalie’s butt-cheeks and tonguing that delicious sphincter.

“Mistress Aingeal!” the delicious creature moaned. “Yes, yes, yes!”

My tongue swirled about her asshole. It danced and darted about her wonderfully sour hole. She trembled, her butt-cheeks squeezing down around my face. That felt so wonderfully nice. I savored it as my tongue darted over her wrinkled sphincter. I danced and swirled, making her squirm and groan. She shuddered, squirming her hips as she whimpered out her joy.

“Gods damn, but you are so exciting to watch, Aingeal,” groaned my husband.

“She’s such a wanton faerie,” whimpered Kora.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Nathalie moaned. “Oh, Mistress, yes. That’s so… Gods!”

My tongue plunged into her bowels. I shot past her tight anal ring and entered her sour sheath. I swirled around, caressing those velvety depths. She shuddered, her entire body trembling, her supple back arching before me.

“Ooh, she liked that,” moaned Zanyia, her fingers making such obscene sounds as she frigged asshole and pussy. “Ooh, yes, my orgasm is building.”

“Uh-huh,” Sven grunted. “We have to coat her.”

“We shall paint her body and let Kora work her masterpiece,” Ealaín purred. “What beauty she shall wrought with her magic.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Kora moaned. “Rithi’s inspiring beauty, I’m so eager for it.”

“Mistress!” Nathalie squealed.

Her asshole spasmed about my tongue. Her body trembled. Hot pussy juices splashed my tits. I shuddered at the naughty feel of her cream spilling over my breasts. She moaned so loudly as her orgasm spilled through her then squeaked in delight as a second squirt of her juices anointed me, her fresh musk filling the air.

I breathed it in, my heart pounding. I was coming closer and closer to being made hole. I threw back my head, my breasts bouncing, dripping with feminine excitement. My pink hair swayed about my face as I whipped my head around.

“Who is next?” I asked, turning on my knees, staring at the stroking cocks and fingering cunts that surrounded me.

“I am, Faerie!” groaned the aoi si. “Ooh, yes, you are such a naughty creature. You inspire such lusts in me dripping in Nathalie’s passion.”

I faced the ebony-skinned demigoddess just in time for her dick to erupt. Pearly cum fired hard from her dick. I shuddered as it splattered across my tits, mixing with the pussy cream. Hot lines painted my body, crossing up to my shoulders and collar bones. Pussy juices gushed down her thighs, soaking her hand.

She pulled her fingers from her snatch and flicked her pussy juices on my face. A hot rain anointed my features. I shuddered, tasting her spicy musk. My entire body trembled as her dick fired its last blast, her cum splattering my belly.

“Ooh, yes,” Zanyia moaned, peering at me from between her thighs, her eyes so wide. “That’s so sexy! Yes!”

She ripped her fingers from her pussy moments before a thick stream of pussy cream squirted from her cunt. I turned my head and shuddered as they splashed across my face. So warm and amazing, full of her sweet musk. She soaked my hair. It poured down my features and flooded down my neck, joining the juices on my flesh.

“Oh, Las’s amazing cum!” yowled the lamia. “Ooh, yes, yes, yes!”

“Cernere’s black cunt,” I panted, loving it, my own cunt on fire as they anointed me with their passion. “You next, Kora.”

I turned on my knees, facing the human priestess. Her butt-cheeks clenched tight as she groaned and whimpered. Sven’s left hand grabbed her ass. He slid his fingers into her crack, found her asshole, and penetrated it.

“Brother mine!” howled Kora as he fingered her asshole.

“Cum on her face, sister dear! Anoint her!”

“Yes!”

Kora ripped her fingers from her pussy moments before she squirted her pussy juices. Her legs trembled as her tangy delight splashed onto my soaked tits. I cupped my slippery boobs, lifting them up, savoring the sexual fluids adorning my body. My fingers dug into my tits as my eyes rolled back into my head.

They all loved me so much. They anointed me with their passion. I was so glad that I played my naughty games with them. I turned, my body trembling so badly, and faced my husband. His blue eyes almost glowed with his passion. He grunted, his chest heaving.

“Do it!” I groaned. “Coat me in your spunk, my husband. Help your sister heal me!”

“Gods, yes!” His hand almost blurred as he fisted his dick so fast. “Pater’s mighty cock!”

Cum spurted.

Wonderful spunk splashed across my face. I closed my eyes, bathing in the salty flood. Ropy lines coated me. Thick rivulets ran through the pussy juices already adorning my features. I shuddered, breathing in all their musks, savoring the feel of all their passion dribbling down my skin, uniting me with them.

Such heady ecstasy swayed through me.

They loved me so much. They cared for me. And—

“Rithi,” chanted Kora, turning around, her round breasts heaving, “bless my natural paints with your divine love. Let your vision flow through me and restore the art ruined by the cruel acts of the world.”

The sexual juices adoring my body quivered to her words. They glowed bright white as Kora’s fingers moved before her. She painted my body, restoring the masterpiece of my natural beauty. I shuddered, the magic sinking into my flesh, warming me. My back arched. My pussy clenched.

An orgasm exploded in the depths of my cunt. My snatch convulsed. Wave after wave of delight surged out of me. I whimpered. My eyes rolled back into my head. Rapture convulsed my body as Kora painted my flesh in her cream.

I felt her touch sweeping across me, leaving me tingling. It swept over my shoulders and down my back. I whimpered, stars bursting across my vision as my pussy juices gushed out of my cunt. More paint for her to work with.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned as the ecstasy slammed into my mind. “Thank you, sweet Kora!”

My wings sprouted. I felt them unfurling behind me. I threw a look over my shoulder, glimpsing their delicate shapes spreading out. They fluttered as the ecstasy washed through my body, flashing Pink.

Tears fell down my cheeks.

The light died.

“My wings!” I cried out, my big breasts, coated in pussy cream and cum, heaved before me. I licked my lips, tasting cunt and cum. I shuddered in utter delight. I flapped my wings harder, feeling the air stir around me.

“Thank you!” I moaned to Kora, staring up at her. “You’re amazing.”

“A masterpiece, sister dear,” Sven said, his dick throbbing before him.

Zanyia howled her excitement and then the catgirl tackled me. I gasped as she bore me down to the ground. Her mouth went to my right breast. Her tongue, rougher than a human’s or a faerie’s, lapped up the mix of cream and girl-cum staining my tits, her eyes so bright.

“Feast, Nathalie. We have to clean our Mistress up.”

“Yes,” the Zeutchian girl moaned before she fell to her knees on the other side of me.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Harem’s Delightful Celebration

Zanyia

I licked with such excitement, tasting the mix of pussy cream on Aingeal’s body. It combined with the salty delight of the hermaphrodite’s girl-cum. My mouth watered in utter delight as I licked and nuzzled and gathered up every drop of the juices I could find. I wanted this delight to pour down my mouth. I wanted to feast on it.

So yummy. So good. Such an utter treat.

My tongue licked and lapped and nuzzled. I stared at Nathalie, her blue eyes shining back, as we cleaned our Mistress up of all that yummy fluids coating her body. My tongue rasped across her boob, cleaning as fast as I could.

I found her nipple, flicked it.

“Yes!” groaned Aingeal. Her body shuddered as my tongue danced over her nub. “Ooh, you two are so naughty.”

“Yes, they are,” Master groaned. He stroked his dick.

“What are you waiting on, brother mine? Fuck her.”

“Yes, yes, you have to fuck her, Master,” Nathalie moaned before the cute girl latched her mouth onto Aingeal’s other nipple, sucking clean a big blob of yummy girl-jizz.

I sucked hard on the other nub, my tongue dancing around it. I nibbled and shuddered, wiggling hips. My tail swished from side-to-side as Master fell between her thighs. His cock thrust out so hard before him, enchanted by that naughty priestess of Slata. He’d pleasured more than any other man had, so she gifted him mighty stamina.

He smacked his cock onto Aingeal’s hairless twat. It made such a naughty, wet noise that my own cunt clenched. I shivered, sucking so hard on the nipple as he drew the crown of his dick down to nuzzle at her pussy lips.

“Yes, yes, claim my cunt, my husband!” Aingeal moaned.

“Fuck her so hard, brother mine.”

My lips popped off Aingeal’s nipple. “Revel in her pussy, Master!” I licked my lips. “Fuck her so hard. Then I can lick her cunt clean.”

“Wicked slave,” Master said, such fondness in his tone. I felt his love and it made me purr.

My throat rumbling with joy, I sucked on Aingeal’s nipple. The faerie shuddered then gasped as Master penetrated her cunt. My own snatch clenched in envious delight, a sympathetic reaction I couldn’t control. Juices dribbled down my thighs. Despite my body still buzzing from my orgasm, I wanted to be fucked so badly. I wanted a cock in me.

“So, which one do you wish to enjoy, radiant?” Ealaín asked. “There are two naughty sex slaves that are inspiring such lusts in me.”

“I think I’ll enjoy Nathalie’s cute tush,” purred Mistress, moving behind my fellow sex slave. “Aingeal rimmed her, and the sounds she made were so… inspirational.”

Joy spread across Nathalie’s face as she nursed at Aingeal’s nipple. Mistress Kora fell to her knees behind the Zeutchian sex slave. I couldn’t see what our Mistress did, but Nathalie squeezed her blue eyes shut and moaned so loudly.

It must be naughty.

“That leaves me to enjoy your cunt, lamia,” the aoi si said, moving behind me.

I purred louder.

“Fuck her hard,” Master grinned at me as he thrust away at Aingeal’s snatch. “I know that purring sound. She’s got a hot pussy.”

“When doesn’t she?” Kora asked then laughed, her face briefly appearing over Nathalie’s body. Then she ducked back down and made the blonde girl squeal in delight.

It was true. I always had a hot pussy. Las created my race. His lusts ran through me. I wiggled my hips as the aoi si settled behind me. My tall brushed her big tits. I shuddered, loving the soft feel of them. I swayed back and forth, caressing her nipples as her cock found the entrance to my cunt.

I loved the feel of her clit-dick on my flesh. It was so stimulating. It made me groan and shudder. I whimpered about the nipple in my mouth as she slid slowly into me. Not a hard thrust like Master gave Aingeal, but just sinking into my juicy snatch.

I moaned about Aingeal’s nub as that thick girl-cock filled me up more and more. Ealaín took her time, whimpering out how much she enjoyed my pussy. The timbre of my purring changed, growing deeper as the wondrous pleasure rippled through my body.

I loved being filled with a cock.

I felt Master’s eyes on me, watching as the dickgirl fucked me. Her hands gripped my waist, squeezing as she bottomed out in me. I shuddered, swirling my hips and swishing my tail faster and faster. I caressed her breasts and stirred my juicy cunt around her dick.

Oh, she felt so amazing in me.

Everyone in the tent was moaning, including me. We writhed in our passion. Nathalie squealed, Mistress Kora feasting on her cunt while Aingeal’s breast jiggled beneath my sucking mouth. Master plowed her so hard. Then Ealaín drew back her cock, the silky friction shooting through my pussy.

I purred louder.

“What a delicious cunt you have, lamia,” the aoi si said. “What a perfect receptacle for a cock.”

“I do enjoy fucking her,” Master groaned.

My heart fluttered and I sucked so hard on Aingeal’s nipple.

“You enjoy fucking every pussy, my husband,” whimpered Aingeal. “Mmm, your cock… Your cock is stirring me up. Pound me, dear husband. I thought I would never experience this cock again!”

“You can have it as much as you want!” Master groaned, fucking her harder and harder, slamming his dick in and out of her snatch.

“Except when you’re buried in another woman’s pussy,” she panted.

“Good thing we have Ealaín now,” purred Kora.

“Mistress!” Nathalie gasped, her head snapping up from Aingeal’s breast. My fellow sex slave’s small tits quivered, her pigtails swaying about her innocent face. “Oh, Mistress, that’s so nice. Ooh, I like your fingers in my pussy.”

I shivered, my cunt clenching down on Ealaín’s cock as she thrust it so hard and deep into my pussy. She rammed it into my depths. She speared in now with hard thrusts followed by slow pull backs. She let me savor her girth retreating out of my cunt before she plowed back in again, filling me up.

I loved it. My flesh drank in the friction. Juices trickled down my thighs as she stirred my snatch up to a froth with her amazing clit-dick. She worked that girl-cock so hard and fast in and out of my snatch, making me dizzy with delight.

I whimpered, clawing at the ground. Such delight spilled through me. I stirred my hips, working them in fast circles as she plowed over and over into my depths. I shivered, clenching down so hard as she buried into me. It felt so incredible. She plunged hard, fast. She made me quiver and groan in excitement.

“Mistress Kora!” Nathalie squealed. “Oh, yes, Mistress Kora!”

“She loves you licking her ass, sister dear,” grunted Master as he plowed into Aingeal’s cunt.

“What girl doesn’t?” Aingeal moaned.

I agreed, my cunt clenching down on Ealaín’s dick.

“Yes, it is a remarkable experience,” Ealaín purred, her hands sliding up my body as she thrust harder and faster in and out of my cunt. Her hands found my small breasts.

She squeezed them, her fingers brushing my nipples.

Delight shot down to my cunt. I shuddered, my pussy squeezing down so tight on the thrusting girl-dick. Pleasure surged through me. I purred so loudly as I nursed on Aingeal’s fat nipple. It felt so wonderful between my lips. I treasured it there. I wanted to keep feeling that delicious nub as I sucked on her.

Aingeal bucked. She let out a gasp of utter delight, her face contorting in pleasure. Sven groaned, thrusting so hard into her. I knew those sounds, recognized the rapture bursting out of my faerie Mistress.

“Sven!” she squealed.

My mouth ripped from Aingeal’s nub so I could scream, “Cum in her, Master!”

“Flood her!” squealed Nathalie, her own face twisting with the unmistakable sounds of orgasmic bliss.

“Yes!” groaned Ealaín, plowing into my cunt so hard, bringing me closer and closer to my own delight.

“Gods, yes!” Sven grunted, thrusting so hard forward. His chest rippled as his muscles flexed. Passion exploded across his face.

“Sven, so good!” whimpered Aingeal. I knew he spilled his seed in her.

I licked my lips, my pussy clenching down on Ealaín’s dick as she rammed into my depths. The friction shot through my body. It crashed into the growing pressure in the core of my pussy. My ears twitched, my tail swished, and my yowls exploded from my lips.

I came.

My pussy writhed about the clit-dick pumping in and out of my juicy snatch. Cream poured down my thighs while rapture washed through my body. It made me tremble, My purrs rumbled out of my throat as I reveled in the pleasure.

“Rithi’s inspiring beauty!” groaned the aoi si. She buried to the hilt in me.

Hot cum spurted into my depths. Girl-cum. I whimpered, my cunt milking her dick as the ecstasy filled me. I savored it. I loved cumming so much. It made me feel so wonderfully wicked. My skin tingled. My nipples throbbed.

I yowled in delight.

And Master watched me. He watched us all writhing. His harem. It was almost complete. Soon Princess Ava would join us. I would finally get to taste her pussy. I licked my lips, so eager for it. Together, we were unstoppable.

Prince Meinard would fall. We’d thwart Zizthithana’s dastardly plans. And we’d stop this Paragon from resurrecting the horrible man whose soul dangled around Mistress Kora’s neck. I knew we would succeed. I could feel it.

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Kora Falk

A wave of dizziness washed over me. I shook my head, feeling so tired as Zanyia scrambled over Aingeal, eager to sixty-nine with the faerie. Ealaín’s cum dripped down the lamia’s thighs as she straddled the faerie’s head.

I shook my head. Why was I so exhausted? Sex usually invigorated me. I guess it had been a long day. I licked my lips, tasting Nathalie’s sour ass as she sucked on my brother’s cock, cleaning Aingeal’s pussy juices off of his dick.

My family were eager to love each other. I couldn’t let a little fatigue stop me from joining the fun.

To be continued…

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Damien races to save Abigail while she has retreated from her humiliation into her mind. There she makes love to a Dream-Abigail.

The Vampire’s Kiss
Chapter 8: Unholy Hungers
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

“Wow, I’m surprised at the talent at Walmart at 3 in the morning,” Mary said as she strolled in front of the shopping cart.

“Talent?” Britney Kingston asked her best friend and sort of mistress. Britney was only a thrall to Damien while Mary was one of his vampiresses.

“Look at him,” Mary purred, licking her red lips. “Wouldn’t you like to writhe beneath him and taste his blood.”

Britney cast her gaze in the direction Mary looked. A handsome man strolled by pushing a blue shopping cart. He was muscular and strong, his skin tanned bronze, his face chiseled. Britney shook her head. She felt nothing for the man. Yesterday, before Damien had drunk her blood and turned her into a thrall, she would have panted after the man.

“Master is all the man I need,” Britney answered. “He doesn’t want to share me. Or you.”

“Sire never told me that,” Mary shrugged as she strolled along. She was young, eighteen like Britney, and moved with a sensual grace. Britney and Mary had been friends for many years. “How do you know?”

“I just…know,” Britney shrugged. “I feel things, his wants and needs, you know that. Now we need to hurry. If we hadn’t gotten lost, we would have already been done. The sun rises in two hours.”

“Summer sucks,” Mary sighed, then she giggled. “I can’t believe I said that. I used to worship summer. It was my season. I could show all the flesh I wanted and it wasn’t too inappropriate. Mmm, wearing a bikini poolside, all the boys panting after me. I guess I’ll be pale for the rest of my life.”

“Well, you would get one amazing tan before the sun killed you. I, however, will get all the tanning you’ll miss.” Britney stuck out her tongue at her friend.

“I should bite your tongue off.”

Britney knew it was a serious threat. Mary could easily do it. “But then I wouldn’t be able to lick your pussy.”

Mary laughed and moved to her friend. “Oh, you little slut. You are right.” She grabbed Britney’s ass. “I should take you into the bathroom and make you eat my cunt. I’m getting so wet. You can eat my cunt, then I’ll suck your breast milk and drink your blood.”

“Sunrise,” Britney reminded the vampiress, though her pussy shuddered. “We need black paint, black curtains, and mattresses. Now move your cute, undead butt and help me get it.”

“Fine,” Mary said. “There’s the heavy curtains. I’ll go grab one.” She turned and streaked in a blur across the store, appearing in a heartbeat by the black curtains.

Britney’s eyes widened.

“Did I just do that?” Mary asked, turning around. She seized the curtain then moved back, leaving a motion blur behind. Britney yelped, realizing Mary stood before her. “Holy shit, I’m like the Flash.”

“I guess we’ve discovered your vampiric ability.” Britney gave Mary a quick kiss. “Master has telekinesis and you have super speed. I wonder what Rosa will get?”

Mary shuddered, looking around. The store was surprisingly busy given the hour. “I just want to race around in circles. I can move so fast. It’s awesome, Britney.”

“Well, don’t be seen getting the paint,” Britney grinned. “Master will not be happy if you draw attention.”

“I will be moving to fast to be seen,” laughed Mary.

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Aurora the Corrupted Angel shuddered as Damien, her vampiric master, pulled his cock out of her. Her fall into sin had been swift and unexpected, a dagger plunging into the back. But it didn’t matter. She had found the instrument to rid the world of true evil—her owner.

What did it matter if her wings were stained crimson?

Below, the primal music of the dance club shuddered through the floor. The revelers of Risqué oozed sexuality. It brimmed in the air. Aurora’s red wings spasmed as their sexual energy wafted to her. She licked her lips, eager to feed. Not on blood, but the most primal energy of all—cum.

The vitality contained in a man’s seed. The ecstasy shed in a woman’s climax. Her body hungered for their sexual fluids. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled. There was so much sexual fluids aching to be unleashed amid the dancers and revelers below. An orgy of flesh that she wanted to imbibe.

But her master needed her for another task.

Damien, in the moment of his climax and her utter surrender, had caught a glimpse of Heaven’s omniscience in the final moments before Aurora was yanked free. He had witnessed where his wife had been taken, and he would free her.

“We’ll save your wife and then kill Faust, Sir,” Aurora purred as she rose to her feet. Her pussy clenched tight, keeping Damien’s cum inside of her. She absorbed it and fed upon the vitality of the vampire who stood before her.

He was still hard, anticipating the upcoming violence. Her blood stained his lips. The muscles of his body gleamed. She wanted to fall to her knees and worship him. Aurora had always admired Damien and Abigail. She had watched over and nurtured them. She had feared she failed them.

Now Aurora knew the truth.

They have been transformed like I have. We are free of Heaven’s rules. We can save the world. Her eyes cast over to the two women undergoing their own changes, one into a vampiress the other into a thrall. A few women sacrificed to Damien’s appetites is a small price to pay to see Faust and his demonic bitch fail.

“Faust,” growled Damien. Such anger and passion filled his voice.

Aurora went to him, pressing her lush body into his back, her arms slipping around his waist. She licked up to his ear. “Yes. We’ll kill him and protect the world. We can be the agents that defend mankind.” Her hand found his cock, stroking it, reveling in her absolute freedom. “Do you still remember your purpose, Sir?”

“The hunt.”

“We kill the monsters that feast on mankind and take our reward, Sir.” She rubbed her thumb across the tip of his cock. Precum beaded on the pad of her thumb. Her skin absorbed the tiny morsel. “A lamb plucked here and there from the flock will not matter.”

“And when the other hunters come?” Damien growled. “What do we do when your fellow angels and my former allies attack ?”

“Why, we cull them, too, if they try to interfere in our righteous purpose. If Heaven had only listened and let me act without their petty restrictions, none of us would have fallen so low.” She shuddered. “But we have, Sir, and we can still hunt the predators. Like Faust and his bitch mistress Jezebel.”

“Jezebel?” Damien turned, his hard shaft rubbed on her stomach, her flesh drinking in his precum. “Who is she?”

“A demon. A lithesome, corrupt bitch.” Anger boiled in Aurora. “She has perverted many. She protects Faust from Heaven. We could not intervene directly because of her pernicious deals. We had to wait for Faust to act and seek his vengeance upon you and your wife.

“But now we are free, Sir. Let’s kill them both.”

“Yes.” Damien’s eyes narrowed. “After we free my wife.”

“Of course, Sir.”

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Damien D’Angelo broke away from his pet angel. Her transformation was remarkable. Red fit her wings better than ash. Her silver hair had tarnished black, but her eyes remained golden, but hunger lurked in them. They were a lionesses eyes.

Blood filled Damien’s nose. Vickie whimpered. Rosa had awakened to her true nature, her body strong and agile as a vampiress. The Latina beauty had her jaws latched onto the coffee-brown skin of Vickie, drinking her blood.

“You cannot kill her,” Damien said as he stared at his newest vampiress. “She is mine, like you.”

Rosa lifted her lips. “Yes, Sire.” She licked the blood from them. “I feel so…enhanced. I can hear every heartbeat in the club below. I can smell their blood.” She licked her lips. “May I go and feed, Sire, not just drink. You promised me true power. Death’s power.”

“Bloodthirsty,” Aurora purred.

“Feed off of Vickie. You need your strength.” Damien stared into Rosa’s eyes. “You will have your glut of death soon enough.”

An orgasmic shudder ran through the woman. Damien could not wait to see her bathed in blood. She leaned back over and latched onto Vickie’s neck, draining the virgin thrall. Her eyes met Damien. They fluttered in delight.

“Master,” Vickie moaned. “Do you need to feed, too?”

“I need to find my phone.” The sun would be up soon. He had to move and his SUV was not here. He snatched up his pants and pulled out his phone. He dialed Britney.

“Master,” the perky voice of Britney answered. “We have the supplies. We’re heading back to the loft.”

“Speed,” growled Damien. He hung up. His heart raced. The urge to rush out and kill burned inside of him. But he needed to prepare. To be methodical. He was a Hunter still. Nothing would change that.

Aurora was right. He would still hunt the predator and protect the flock. Like the shepherd. And like the shepherd, he would cull the herd from time to time, plucking the ripest sheep to feed, enjoy, and even turn.

It was a small price for mankind to pay.

He dressed in black, combat fatigues—his hunting garb. He loaded a sawed off shotgun with rock salt shells and grabbed a small crossbow, fitting a white oak quarrel. He had to wear gloves to handle the wooden shafts. Their purity would burn him.

“What are these, Sire?” Rosa asked. Blood ran down her chin and neck to her round breast. The red sheen contrasted with her golden-brown skin. She picked up a glass ampoule.

“Holy water.”

“Are they dangerous to us?”

Damien nodded. “Everything in here can harm or kill you.”

“What are we doing?” she asked. She picked up a handgun. It had silver bullets inside. She pulled back the slide and chambered a round.

“Do you know how to use that?” Damien asked.

“I have a conceal/carry permit,” she purred. “There’s a .357 snub nose magnum in my purse. In case you turned out to be dangerous.” She laughed and licked her lips. “Mmm, so dangerous, Sire. But what are we doing?”

“Rescuing my wife.”

Rosa cocked her head. “And you care about her? You’re willing to risk your life for her?”

“Your life, too.” Damien stood up, pocketing the ampoules then strapping a silver-plated machete to his belt. “I love her.”

“I didn’t think a creature like you, like us, could love.”

“You had to be capable of loving as a human to still love as a vampire.” His ears twitched. Blocks away, the familiar roar of his SUV’s engine drew nearer.

“Well, that is true,” Rosa laughed. “Love is just another collar people try to snap around your neck to manipulate you. A collar I am more than happy to be freed from, Sire.”

“And what do you feel about my collar?”

“I love it, Sire. It’s worth the payment for what you gave me.” She gave another wicked laugh as she stood up naked, the handgun in her hand. “I’m ready to go.”

“Naked?”

“Why get my clothes stained?”

Vickie giggled nearby. She sat cross-legged and naked, her blood staining her neck. She stretched her back, her breasts jiggling. “Am I coming? I don’t know how to use a gun or fight.”

“You are staying here with Britney.” Damien looked around the room. The loft had large windows with no coverings. Sunrise would kill all but the thralls and maybe Aurora. He wasn’t sure what the angel had become. She leaned against the wall, a sword dripping with blood gripped in hand, the point resting on the floor.

He had never heard of an angel that had been feasted and turned by a vampire. She may be unique. Something unexpected. Damien liked that. Faust would not expect anything like her.

The SUV pulled up in the alley. Doors slammed. Dozens of footsteps echoed almost as the same time. The door burst open. With his enhanced senses, he could track Mary streaking across the room to his side. She moved so fast. Damien felt sluggish as he watched her stride.

Rosa gasped in shock when Mary stopped before Damien. “Guess what, Sire, I can run super fast.”

“Grab a machete,” Damien told her. “We’re going to kill.”

Mary’s schoolgirl face lit up. She snagged the spare machete and hefted it. “Wonderful, Sire. Who?”

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I will break free. Then we shall avenge our husband’s murder. Dream-Abigail’s words screamed through the real Abigail’s mind.

Abigail shuddered into her doppelganger’s kiss. Their naked bodies pressed tight together, identical lips writhing together, matching tits pressing tight, and twin sets of nipples caressed. Only the chains binding the real Abigail differentiated the two redheads.

It was all a fantasy buried in the depths of Abigail’s chained soul. She had retreated from the humiliation afflicted on her body. The vampiress yearned to kill the rich humans that debased her for their amusements.

But she had to let them fuck her, spank her, and even shove her face into a bowl full of men’s cum. Her Sire, the vampire Faust, had given her a command.

And Abigail had to obey.

But there was a part of her that resisted—Dream-Abigail. She fought against the steel chains binding Abigail to Faust. Abigail thought it was a useless endeavor. Faust sired her. She had to obey him even if that meant enduring a slew of humiliation before Faust finally saw fit to have her killed.

And Abigail would walk to her execution, lay her head on the block, and wait for the headsman’s ax to fall because Faust commanded it.

But kissing her rebellious part was nice. She didn’t have to pay attention to the men fucking her ass and cunt while the woman with the stiletto heels kept her head pinned in the bowl of cum. She couldn’t drown. Abigail was already dead.

In her soul, her ardor grew. It was intoxicating kissing herself. It was like making love to her reflection. Only her reflection could caress and touch her. They moved in harmony, both knowing where they needed to be touched.

Together, their hands stroked each other’s backs as they stretched out. Their legs parted. Their hot cunts pressed against each other’s thighs. Chains rattled around Abigail as she and Dream-Abigail humped and slid their wet pussies on each other’s thighs. Their tart musk filled their noses, spurring their hips to rub faster.

Their hands reached each other’s asses at the same time. They squeezed them, fingers digging into the other’s flesh. They both cooed together and smiled, breaking their kiss, the same spot popping into each other’s heads.

“Your fingers are almost as nice as Damien’s,” Dream-Abigail moaned.

“So are yours,” Abigail answered. They licked their lips together. “At least Faust spared him this level of humiliation.”

“He was humiliated,” hissed Dream-Abigail. Their faces twisted with different emotions, shattering their symmetry. “Before Faust killed our husband, he made Damien watch as Faust fucked us. He cuckolded our husband before leaving him to die by the sun.” Dream-Abigail’s fingers dug hard into Abigail’s asscheeks.

The pain made her hips undulate faster, grinding harder on Dream-Abigail’s thighs. “Damien is dead, and Faust will kill us soon. When he grows bored of us. There’s nothing that can be done but enjoy ourselves.”

Abigail kissed Dream-Abigail. Their tongues dueled, their bodies almost returning into sync, but Dream-Abigail seized the chains and tried to rip them from Abigail’s body. She growled into their kiss as she strained.

She failed.

“This isn’t enough,” Dream-Abigail moaned.

Abigail smiled at her doppelganger. It made the vampiress happy that a small part of her still cared. She hadn’t surrendered fully to her fate. She rebelled in small ways. But it wouldn’t be enough. It may only be days or perhaps weeks, but Faust would demand her death.

“Enough,” Abigail said, pulling Dream-Abigail’s fingers away. “Let’s savor pleasure. Let’s eat each other’s pussies. I know we taste delicious, but I’ve never licked my juices right from the source.”

A sly smile crossed Dream-Abigail’s lips and her green eyes twinkled.

She is up to something.

“Yes, let’s sixty-nine.” Dream-Abigail shuddered. “I know Damien would love to see that.”

“Two of us licking and sucking his body.” The vampiress shuddered. “Nipping his cock, sucking cum and blood together. Delicious.”

“Yes,” groaned Dream-Abigail.

The pair spun in the dark void. They seized each other’s asses. Their fingers dug into each other’s flesh. Their thighs parted as they pulled each other closer. Their nipples touched the same spot on each other’s stomachs and they both pressed their lips into each other’s red curls.

Once again in unison, the pair licked.

Abigail shuddered as her tongue slid through Dream-Abigail’s folds while her own pussy was equally caressed. To Abigail, it was like she licked her own pussy. Their tongues and lips moved as one, exploring each other’s folds and devouring each other’s tart juices.

They sighed together and undulated. Their fingers clenched on each other’s buts. Abigail savored devouring her doppelganger’s pussy. The pleasure built inside of her, teased by the identical movements of Dream-Abigail.

“Yes,” they moaned. “So good.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Yes, yes, yes. Make me cum.”

“I will. I’ll drown you in juices.”

“Good. Flood my mouth.”

Their moans echoed through their shared soul. Chains clinked as Alison and Dream-Alison undulated. Their bodies moved faster and faster. Their tongues licked faster and faster. They thrust into each other’s holes while their fingers crept into each other’s butt-cracks.

Abigail and Dream-Abigail caressed each other’s sphincters. Tingles ran through Abigail’s body to her pussy. They moaned and shuddered. They found each other’s clits. Abigail sucked on Dream-Abigail’s pink clit and pleasure exploded from Abigail’s sensitive nub engulfed by Dream-Abigail’s hungry mouth.

Their fingers thrust into each other’s assholes. Their bowels clenched. They fingered each other as they sucked and nibbled on their clits. The pleasure swelled through Abigail. Her skin drank in every place they touched, her nipples aching as they rubbed on Dream-Abigail’s stomach.

“I’m going to cum,” both women screamed together. “Oh, yes. Finger my ass. I love it up the ass.”
“Slut.”

“We are. Oh, yes. Sluts. Suck on my clit.”

Their lips latched on to each other’s clits. Both women let out violent groans. Their bodies undulated and squirmed. Abigail’s every inhalation filled with Dream-Abigail’s tart juices. Their fingers wiggled deep into each other’s assholes.

They came in unison.

The pleasure burst through their pussies. Juices flooded their mouths. The pleasure crashed through Abigail’s mind. She was so close to Dream-Abigail. They were in perfect sync, their assholes contracting together, their pleasure rippling out of their cunts together.

Their flesh merged, becoming malleable. Her face sank into Dream-Abigail’s cunt. Their bodies sank together to become one, united by their shared pleasure. Abigail’s tits sank into Dream-Abigail’s stomach.

Rebellion flooded Abigail’s mind. The desire to disobey Faust’s orders and kill the bitch keeping her head pinned into the bowl of cum grew strong. She would tear out the woman’s throat and drink her hot blood before she—

The chains binding Abigail’s soul ripped them apart. Abigail shuddered as they became two separate beings, both panting. Then Dream-Abigail let out a cry of pure hatred. She shrieked in their soul, raging against Faust.

“I will kill you! I will be free! You cannot keep me chained! You should have killed me with my husband! I will make you pay, Faust!”

Abigail sighed. She didn’t return to her body. She didn’t want to experience the fat man rutting in her cunt. She found it more pleasant to listen to her dreamself rant and take pride in that small part of her rebelling against their fate.

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“Please save her,” Britney said before throwing her arms around her Master’s neck. “Abagail’s such a wonderful woman. She doesn’t deserve to suffer.

“I will,” Damien growled. He savored the sent of his thrall. Her breasts were filled with her sweet milk and her blood flowed with vitality beneath her skin. His teeth bit into her neck. She shuddered as he drank an mouthful.

“Yes, yes, you need your strength.”

He released her. She staggered back and was caught by Vickie. Damien licked his lips and left the loft behind. He was on the hunt again. His heart beat with excitement, but now there was no fear. He was beyond that weakness. Behind him, his women followed, naked Rosa, nubile Mary, and corrupted Aurora.

The image of his wife’s humiliation burned in his head. He would kill everyone that had degraded her. Starting with Faust. He would rip his head off and free his wife from her Sire’s control. Then he would have his partner back.

They were the best hunters in life. In undeath, they would make the monsters of the world fear.

He yanked open the driver door and climbed into the SUV. Mary beat the others to the passenger seat. She climbed in, cradling the silver machete on her lap. Rosa and Aurora piled into the back. They all smelled excited and ready, particularly Rosa.

Her cunt dripped.

Mary put the radio on a rock station as he roared out of the alley. A pair of stumbling drunks from the club dived out of the way. The tires squealed as he took the turn hard onto surface streets. He knew Chicago’s layout. He could see the city in his mind. His wife was out at the Gold Coast, the wealthy neighborhood of the city. She was in one of the mansions.

The engine roared as he raced through the seats.

“Yeah,” Mary whooped. She rolled her window down and stuck her head out. Her black hair streamed behind her as she screamed into the dark city.

Rosa sat cross-legged in the back, gripping the gun in one hand. She sat refined, like she wasn’t naked and half-smeared in Vickie’s blood. Aurora had a different pose. Her body relaxed yet ready to spring into action, her sword clutched point down in her hands, her naked legs spread wide.

“We are going to kick some ass tonight,” yelled Mary as she hung out the window.

“Did you glimpse any of the defenses of the mansion in your vision, Sir?” Aurora asked.

“Nope,” Damien growled. “I hate it, too. Normally, I would never be so sloppy, but it’s Abigail. I will not let her be humiliated a moment longer.”

“I understand, Sir.”

“When I tell you to, stop making a racket,” Damien growled at Mary. “We’ll go in quiet. If there are guards, Mary, your speed will let you take care of them fast.”

“That’s why I have this,” she grinned, holding up the machete. Then she licked the silver and screamed. “Fwuckwing hwell,” she lisped, smoke rising from her tongue. “What dwa fwuck is dwis mwade out of?”

“Silver. It’s purity is deadly to us. Salt, white oak, silver, sunlight, and holy water will all hurt or even kill us.”

“Oh,” Mary said, fanning at her tongue. “Damn, that hurt.”

“How can we be killed?” Rosa asked.

“Decapitation, exposure to sunlight unless your vampiric gift is daywalking, immersion in holy water. White oak through the core of your body will paralyze you. Silver will really hurt. So will salt. Enough of any will kill you.”

“Like table salt?” asked Mary.

Damien nodded.

“Then why doesn’t blood kill us. It’s salty.”

“The salt is not in a pure form,” Aurora answered. “And there is another weapon that can kill you, an angel’s pure light manifested as her sword.”

“Well, your sword don’t look that pure,” Mary said.

“No.” Aurora smiled. “Not anymore.”

“So, I should just decapitate any vampires at this party.” Mary grinned. “And any humans.”

“No turning. If you feed, I don’t care. But these bastards soiled my wife. They don’t deserve this gift.”

“No, they don’t,” Rosa said, heat in her voice, her excitement perfuming the vehicle.

“We’re getting close,” Damien said.

The houses grew fancier, the yards bigger. Mansions appeared as he drove down the street. He slowed, instincts telling him he was here. Guards stood at a wrought iron gate, the yard hidden a high wall covered in ivory. Cameras perched on the wall and there was a security shack half-hidden next to the gate.

“Mary, you see that security hut. It’ll be open from the other side. Kill the guard in their first, then hit the two outside.”

“Yes, Sire,” Mary smiled. “Are they vampires?”

Damien shook his head. He had hunted enough vampires to recognize the bastards by sight. They were human. “Be swift and silent.”

Mary winked as she climbed out. Even with Damien’s enhanced senses, her speed was hard to trace. She blurred across the street and jumped, clearing the high hedge in a single bound. Three seconds later, she leaped over the wrought iron fence and both security guards fell dead, their heads bouncing out into the road. Mary stood between them, a huge smile on her face, her bloody machete resting on her shoulder.

“Follow,” Damien growled, mostly for Rosa’s benefit. Aurora would know how to assault a stronghold.”

Damien burst out of the car, his shotgun in hand, and raced across the street to the gate. Mary stood proud over her kills. Through the thick, bulletproof window of the card shack, the third guard lay gutted on the ground.

Mary put her foot on one of the heads like a conquering hero. “How was that, Sire?”

“Stop posing, this is serious.” Damien peered through the wrought iron fence. The house was distant. The yard before it dotted with gazebos and sculpted bushes. Guards stood at the mansions large doors and several more patrolled the exterior. Party goers moved in the darkness, the scent of their fucking thick in the air. From the house, he could smell more debauchery despite the classical music playing inside.

“The guards by the doors are vampires. Mary, you take them out. Aurora, there are three guards patrolling the yard. They’re yours. Rosa, follow me.” Damien licked his lips. He was so hard. The scent of blood thickened in the air. “Now, the guards at the door wills cent the blood if the wind changes.”

“Yes, Sire.” Mary vaulted the gate and zoomed across the yard, barely more than a blur.

Aurora wings flapped as Damien and Rosa leaped the gate. The angel took to the air. The vampires at the house reacted to Mary. One raised an automatic weapon and fired a burst before her machete took his head. The second vampire punched, but Mary dodged with her speed and he fell dead a moment later.

Damien rushed across the ground. Mary stood on the porch, staring down at the bullet holes in her stomach, her eyes wide. She touched her wounded flesh. The bullets were normal lead with coper jackets. Mary already healed. She licked her blood and grinned at Damien.

The door burst open behind her. Another pair of vampires in suits were there. One slammed his fist into Mary’s face, sending the vampiress sprawling. Damien’s shotgun fired, the rock salt shredding the front of the vampire’s suit.

He screamed in pain as he fell smoking to the ground.

“Fuck,” the second vampire cursed.

Rosa fired her handgun twice. Two bullets slammed into the vampire’s head. The silver burned and he fell to the ground screaming. Damien drew his machete by instinct and loped off both vampires’ heads as he strolled into the mansion.

The music stopped. The human musicians who had been playing froze, their eyes wide in fear. Damien ignored them. Rosa did not. The vampiress through herself with abandon at the musicians. More blood scented the air as Damien inhaled, searching for his wife’s aroma over the scent of sex and humans.

“Damn,” Mary gasped. “That fucker hit me.”

Damien caught his wife’s scent. “Go, make the motherfuckers pay for touching my wife.”

Mary smiled at the carnage Rosa created. The naked vampiress had painted herself red. She looked stunning in the glistening crimson sheeting her naked, athletic body. Mary went left and rammed her machete into the guts of a fat man in an expensive suit, his martini glass falling from his hand and smashing on the floor.

Aurora landed. “The guards are all dead, Sir.”

“Good.”

Damien strode to the right into the midst of the party. It had degenerated into an orgy. The rich and powerful of Chicago indulged in all manner of vice. Lines of cocaine stained silver trays and pills lay scattered amid half-drunk glasses of wine and other liquors. Naked men and women heaved in all manner of combinations while others watched.

Rosa slipped into the room with a snarl, throwing herself at a half-naked woman kept young looking by dozens of plastic surgeons. Damien strode through the orgy, his machete hacking at any human who crossed his path. He stepped over their corpses, Aurora at his side. She left her own dead in their wake.

In the next room, Damien found his wife.

A snarl escaped his throat. A fat man fucked Abigail from behind while a thin, bony woman forced Abigail’s face into a bowl of cum. The woman laughed, grinding her stiletto heel into the crimson of Abigail’s hair.

Rage filled Damien. His telekinesis, unrefined and only capable of the brute strength, grasped the head of the man fucking Abigail and twisted. The man stiffened as his bones snapped. He died in moments, his head facing backwards. Damien released his telekinesis, and the man’s body collapsed on the ground. The bony woman shrieked. She managed to take two steps before Damien seized her.

“That’s my wife, cunt,” growled Damien as he gripped her by the throat. Her heart fluttered in her chest.

Mary strode in from a side room, blood splattering her body and dripping from her machete. The men and women who watched Abigail’s humiliations screamed as they fled her hacking machete. Their panicked flight took them right into Rosa’s path.

“Abigail,” Damien growled.

She did not lift her head. She kept it in the cum. That motherfucking Faust. He commanded her to submit to these filthy human’s humiliation.

Damien savored every human’s scream. They had all participated and witnessed Abigail’s humiliation. They took pleasure in degrading his wife. None of these parasitic allies of Faust deserved to live. Mary and Rosa butchered them.

Aurora did something else. She fell to her knees behind Abigail and touched her. The vampiress shuddered and Aurora let out a moan of pure pleasure, her crimson wings sweeping wide. The angel leaned her head down and buried her lips into Abigail’s cum-filled pussy.

“What are you doing?” demanded Damien.

“Cleaning her, Sir,” the angel answered. “She has been deeply soiled by Faust. But I shall cleanse her.”

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Aurora the corrupted angel devoured the cum in Abigail’s well-fucked cunt.

Her tongue slid through the folds, pressing deep. There was so much of the sexual fluids, cum and cunt cream, dripping out of the vampiress’s pussy. She feasted on them. Her pussy clenched. Pleasure rippled through her body as she more and more cum spilled onto her tongue mixed with the tart pussy of the vampiress.

Damien kicked away the bowel. Abigail’s face fell limp on the carpet. Aurora could feel the cum covering Abigail’s. The angel’s nose flared. So much cum. Dozens of men had filled the bowel. Her mouth hungered for all of it.

“What is wrong with her?” snarled Damien.

The human woman whimpered in his grip.

“She needs to be cleaned,” Aurora repeated. She took another long lick, gathering all the juicy, delicious cum that dripped out of Abigail’s cunt. “Let me fix her, Sir.”

The screams of the dying echoed around Aurora as her wings fluttered. Her tongue wiggled deeper into Abigail’s cunt, rooting out more jizz. Aurora’s own pussy clenched and throbbed. Every swallow sent a flutter of pleasure through her body.

Her hands squeezed Abigail’s asscheeks. More cum leaked out of her bowels, running in a white rivulet through her butt crack, across her taint, and to Aurora’s lips. She feasted on the sour-flavored spunk, letting it coat her mouth.

She loved it. It invigorated her. And she needed more.

Her power rippled across Abigail’s body. The vampiress let out a moan and twitched as the crackling, red light engulfed her. The light searched for any thing that polluted the vampiress. All the cum that drenched her face and matted her hair.

The light devoured it, feeding the energy to the corrupted angel. Aurora moaned louder. Her lips latched onto Abigail’s clit. Aurora sucked on the bud. Her teeth nipped it. Another moan escaped Abigail as she was cleansed of the cum.

Aurora came hard.

So much sexual energy flooded her body. Her pussy spasmed without being stimulated. Her juices flowed down her thighs. Damien growled, smelling the angel’s sweet musk. Aurora’s eyes locked on her owner as she savored her orgasm.

“Clean my wife, cunt,” Damien snarled. “They defiled her.”

The human woman squeaked in fear as Damien’s fingers tightened about her throat.

Aurora’s pleasure swelled as her owner watched her. She dug her fingers into Abigail’s butt-cheeks. Aurora nipped again at the vampiress’s clit. Abigail spasm. She shuddered as Aurora’s light devoured the final drops of cum.

Then they found something else to consume. Cum was not the only thing that soiled the vampiress.

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Abigail trembled in her dream. Her body quaked with unseen pleasure. Teeth nipped at her clit, pleasuring her while the filth that polluted her body vanished. She moaned and threw back her head as her orgasm built.

“Has that bastard found another way to humiliate you?” Dream-Abigail hissed. “Now he forces you to receive pleasure while you lie writhing before his humans.”

“Maybe he’s rewarding me,” moaned Abigail. “I can smell so much blood around us.”

Dream-Abigail shuddered. “Yes. He’s killing all who defiled us. We should wake and join the feast.”

“Yes,” moaned Abigail. “I…”

Her orgasm burst through her body. The lips sucking at her clit unleashed a flood of bliss through the vampiress. The chains on her body shook and clinked. Abigail drank in the pleasure, gasping and moaning her bliss.

“It’s so wonderful. Do you feel it?” Abigail stared at Dream-Abigail. Her doppelganger also writhed in bliss. “Mmm, come here and kiss me. Let’s cum together.”

“Yes.” Dream-Abigail lunged at Abigail. Her doppelganger seized her. They hugged, their breasts touching, their nipples kissing. Then they merged.

Abigail’s eyes widened. Metal clinked. A link of chain fell off of her. Then another. Abigail gasped and pulled her doppelganger tight. Dream-Abigail merged into the real Abigail. A fierce, loathing hatred burst through Abigail.

“Faust!” she raged as more and more of the chains dropped free. Her fingers clenched as she remembered her murder. And then Damien. “You bastard. I’ll rip your throat out. I’ll stake to the ground with white, cover you in salt, and leave you for the fucking sun to rise. You killed him.”

Abigail opened her eyes.

“You fucking killed him Faust!”

Blood assault her nose. So many scents. So many human’s seasoned the air. Screams drifted through the house, a symphony of righteous vengeance. Her mouth salivated as she gained her feet. A woman shrieked.

Abigail knew that voice. Stiletto heels. The vampiress whirled to face the woman. “You’re the cunt…” Her words trailed off. Damien stood behind the woman, his hands about her throat, keeping the panic human in place. Abigail inhaled deeply, savoring the woman’s fear and her husband’s musk.

“Damien.” Her eyes widened. “You escaped. How did you get the key off the nightstand?”

“You didn’t know?” Damien demanded. “I thought you knew I had telekinesis.”

Abigail shook her head. She stared in awe at him, barely cognizant of the two female vampiresses as they feasted on the blooded of the butchered humans around her, both their bodies painted in crimson. She stared at the face of her husband. “It was an impulse. I just…had to do it.”

“My doing,” a woman purred.

Abigail spun, falling into a defensive stance, and faced the angel. She knelt on the ground, her face smeared with pussy juices. Abigail’s eyes opened as she caught her own scent on the angel’s lips. “You freed me.”

“And nudged you to save your husband.” The angel looked at Damien, worship in her eyes. “I devoured Faust’s stain on her. She’s free.”

Abigail turned to face her husband. He stood strong. She glanced at the two vampiresses. Their killing over. They both kissed, licking the blood from each other’s lips. One was naked, Hispanic, her body splattered red. The other vampiress licked down to blood-painted breasts.

“You have been busy,” Abigail moaned. She sauntered to her husband. “Recruiting?”

“Yes,” he said, no embarrassment or guilt at clearly breaking their marriage vows. She could faintly smell his musk coming from both women and the angel. Other scents lingered on him. Two other women.

“Did you save her for me?” Abigail asked, stopping before her husband and staring at stiletto heels.

“The bitch thought she could humiliate my wife.”

“Please,” the woman moaned. “I was just doing what Faust wanted. We all were. He wanted you soiled. Humiliated. I…I was just following orders.”

“What do you think, honey?” Abigail asked, staring into her husband’s eyes. We had both changed so much. What will his answer be?

“She had a choice,” Damien grinned. Fangs flashed between his lips. “She could have said no and not participated.”

“Yes, she could have,” Abigail agreed.

“Please. I’m sorry. Don’t kill me.”

Damien slid his hand up to cup the woman’s chin. He forced back her head, exposing her neck. The woman’s arteries and veins fluttered just beneath the skin. Her life was just inches away. The old Abigail would have spared the woman’s life.

Abigail sank her teeth into the woman’s throat. Coppery, rich blood flooded Abigail’s mouth. Her pussy clenched at the intoxicating substance. Damien’s fangs joined her. They sank into the woman. She let out an orgasmic sigh as she was fed upon.

Abigail drank and feasted. Every pulse of the woman’s heart drew her closer to death. It was such an intoxicating rush. Blood spilled down Abigail’s face to her naked breasts. Her skin tingled where the blood touched.

Damien growled as he drank. His free hand seized Abigail’s ass, squeezing. She moaned as she drank, savoring the familiar touch of her husband’s hand. He puled her close, her hip touching his black fatigues. His dick was hard beneath.

“Yes,” sighed the woman, her body trembling as the ecstasy of being fed upon flooded her body. Her heart beat weaker and weaker.

The final mouthful of warm, salty blood flooded Abigail’s mouth. She held it as she ripped her fangs free. The woman’s corpse hit the ground. Abigail didn’t care. She turned to face her husband, blood matting his lips, his dark eyes boring into hers.

He’s even stronger now. She had loved Damien so much the night they had walked into their high school to kill a vampire. He had been her warrior that night, and she had been his shieldmaiden. Abigail had known he was her man.

They had learned who they were in the cafeteria killing their first vampire. At their cores, nothing had changed. She could see her husband in the vampire’s eyes.

Abigail kissed Damien, thrusting the woman’s blood into his mouth.

He growled and shuddered as they shared the salty blood. Her hands ripped open the front of his trousers. She found his cock hard and throbbing. She stroked him to his full girth. He throbbed in her hand and shuddered as she ran her thumb over the top of his cock.

They had always made love after a hunt. The thrill and exhilaration of combat, the need to prove they had survived again, always drove them to fuck hard. No foreplay. Just his cock thrusting into her cunt until they both found their release.

Abigail needed that release now.

She jumped and wrapped her legs about his hip. Her pussy slammed down his cock. She groaned and clenched on his girth. He throbbed in her depth. She shuddered and undulated, sliding her hot pussy over and over on his dick.

Damien’s hands found her ass. They squeezed hard. Painfully hard. The vampiress moaned into their kiss, her cunt clenching down on his dick as she humped her hips. She fucked her pussy up and down his thick cock. Pleasure rippled out of her pussy, stirred by his hard cock.

“Abigail,” snarled Damien. His hands tightened on her ass. “That’s it. Fuck me. You always were so wild.”

Her red hair swirled about her head as she tossed it. She gripped her hands behind his neck and leaned back. Her tits heaved before him, glistening with blood. One of his hands slid up and squeezed her tit. He pinched her nipple, shooting bliss down to her cunt.

“Fuck me hard,” Abigail hissed. “Mmm, you were so sexy. You burst in here and rescued me. Oh, yes. Yes. You butchered them. I can smell all their blood. It’s such a sweet perfume.”

Her cunt rippled about his cock. An orgasm burst through her. She shuddered and writhed as she slammed her pussy down his shaft. His hand tightened on her ass while the other pinched her nipple, giving her more stimulation.

The pleasure crashed through the vampiress’s mind. She leaned back as she humped and fucked her hips. She slammed down his cock, drinking in every moment of her bliss. Her eyes rolled back in her head, the ecstasy filling her up.

Her cunt rippled and convulsed about his cock. She felt every inch of him stroking in and out of her. “Yes. Yes. You’re cock. Fuck, yes. I need you to pound me. Now. Fuck me. Keep making me cum then erupt into me.”

“Yes,” Damien growled. “You’re gorgeous. My blood-stained warrior woman.”

“Oh, yes,” Abigail moaned.

Damien moved across the room and slammed her against the wall. A picture shook off its hook and crashed to the floor. Damien kissed her hard, his teeth biting her lip. The coppery salt of her blood filled her mouth as he fucked her hard. Their flesh slapped together and his balls smacked her taint.

Every time Damien buried his cock into her, his groin smashed into her clit. The pleasure sparked through her body, prolonging her orgasm as her husband fucked her. He pounded her, ravished her. He didn’t hold back.

“Fuck your warrior woman,” groaned Abigail, tossing back her head, exposing her neck.

Damien seized the invitation.

Her pussy clenched down hard on his cock as his fangs sank into her neck. Abigail shuddered again on her husband, her pussy writhing about his cock. Her blood flowed into his mouth. Damien growled as he drank her unlife, his dick fucking her faster, harder.

Plaster cracked beneath her ass. He fucked her so hard, far harder than a normal human. She loved the pain and pleasure. She moaned and undulated. Her fingers clawed through his black fatigues and tore at his back, adding the scent of his blood to the air. He sucked harder, his teeth tearing through her flesh.

The pain was exquisite.

“Yes, drink my blood and fuck me,” Abigail howled. “Cum in my cunt. Have your release.”

Damien ripped his mouth away from neck and slammed his lips on hers. He kissed her hard. She tasted her blood and moaned in delight. She pulled his cock deep into her spasming pussy, her flesh milking him, desperate for his cum.

His jizz erupted. His cum flooded her pussy. Abigail howled into the kiss.

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Damien came in his wife. Her spasming pussy milked his balls. He was drunk on her blood and cunt. Her fingernails dug so deep into his back. He had his woman back. They had fed together. His warrior woman was back.

The last blast of his cum flooded her. Damien broke the kiss and stared into her green eyes. “We are going to kill Faust together.”

“Yes,” she moaned, her body shuddering. “We’ll rip his head off and drink the blood that gushes out.”

Damien kissed her again, his dick still hard. His hips pumped.

“Sire,” Mary said. “I know you and your wife are having fun, but the sun rises soon.”

Damien froze. “Fuck.”

In the distance, sirens howled. The mortal authorities raced to the mansion. He could only imagine the sort of panic the cities elite being butchered would garner. He ripped his cock out of Abigail’s cunt and turned around.

“Mary, destroy the security tapes. No one can know who did this.”

“Sire,” Mary nodded then sprinted away.

“Was that Mary Daniels?” Abigail asked as she strode naked at Damien’s side. Behind them, Rosa and Aurora followed.
“Yes.”

“So the little slut finally seduced you,” laughed Abigail. “Or did you seduce her?”

“Britney Lawson seduced her,” Damien answered. “She saved my life and I made her a thrall. She brought Mary over to feed me.”

Abigail grinned. “She’s another little slut that’s had her eyes on you.”

Mary joined them as they burst out of the house. The sirens grew louder. “Done, sir,” Mary said, holding several hard drives in her hand as they ran.

“Start the SUV,” Damien growled at her. He tossed her the keys.

She ran off in a blur as they raced across the grounds. The horizon lightened to the east. Dawn rapidly approached. Damien ran faster, his wife racing at his side. The SUV pulled up to the gates, Mary hopping out and diving into the back.

They cleared the gate without issue. Abigail took the passenger seat. Damien hopped into the driver seat and sped off. His heart raced. The hunt still wasn’t over. They had to escape back to their lair in the next thirty minutes or they would all die.

“Punch it,” laughed Abigail, her nipples hard with excitement.

Damien grinned at her. It was wonderful to have her back.

To be continued…

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The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013

Chapter Nine: The Reconnaissance

“Fuck me, Louise!” Sarai moaned beneath me. I had on my strap-on with my large, beige color rubber cock attached. It was anatomically correct, mushroom head, veins down the penis, and a pair of cute, hairless balls. It was almost like I had a real dick, and I enjoying stuffing the monster into Sarai’s tight pussy as I fucked her hard.

I met Sarai last Friday night on a flight from Chicago to Sea-Tac. She was the first class stewardess and I took advantage of her very friendly hospitality, and her virginity, in the planes lavatory. She invited me to her hotel room when we landed just after midnight and we’d been in her hotel room ever since. We would make love for hours, and then collapse in a puddle of girl-cum and sweat, enjoying the silky feel of each other’s skin as we cuddled. Cuddling would turn into kissing and light petting, and then we would be pleasuring each other all over again.

We would only sleep for a few hours before one of us would wake up and began teasing the other. When we would get hungry, we just ordered room service and gave the bellhop an eyeful when he delivered the food, not bothering to cover our naked bodies. Sarai had an exhibitionist streak that I was more than happy to indulge. None of the bellhops seemed to mind that we stiffed them on the tip, their eyes full of desire that would vanish as we slammed the doors in their faces. They always had this hope that we would let them jump in bed with us. Men were such disgusting, yet funny, pigs.

It was Sunday morning, now, and the entire room reeked of sweat and pussy juices. I should be finding a church and attending Mass, but God, Sarai was an insatiable lover, always wanting just one more orgasm. It had been three years since my last lover, and I was having too much fun. Church would be there next week. Besides, I had my Papal Indulgence. I was already forgiven for sinning in the loving embrace of Sarai.

The back of the rubber cock rubbed deliciously on my clit as I fucked this beautiful creature. Our nipples were hard and rubbed pleasurably together and her lips were hot and wet, sucking at my neck or she would find my lips and her tongue would wiggle into my mouth. She tasted sweet and I wrestled my tongue into her mouth, exploring everywhere. Nothing else mattered but the feel of this dusky creature on my skin. I couldn’t get enough of her touch, enjoying the electricity that tingled through my body at every brush of her tongue, kiss of her nipple, or caress of her thighs. I pushed up her knees, changing the angle that my dildo slid into her and really started to fuck her hard.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Sarai chanted. Our lovemaking cycled through sweet and loving, to hard and fast. “Fuck my naughty, Muslim cunt with your big, thick Catholic dildo!”

Her words sent me over the edge and I kissed her passionately as my body shook in orgasm. Sarai trembled beneath me, cumming herself. I rolled off her, and the large, rubber cock popped out of her pussy with a wet noise. We starred at the ceiling, hands entwined, breasts heaving with passion. Sarai rolled over, pressing her dusky body against my pale flesh. “That was spectacular,” Sarai husked, brushing a strand of sweat-matted hair off my forehead.

“It was,” I whispered back. An idea suddenly popped into my head. “Sarai, have you ever been tied up?” I cannot believe we hadn’t indulged in some bondage yet. We only had a few more hours left before she had to get ready for her work. Plenty of time to tie her up and have some fun.

Sarai blinked, then smiled naughtily. “Oooh, bondage! No, never.”

I smiled and dug through my suitcase, producing a pair of pink, fuzzy handcuffs. Sarai stretched out on the bed, holding her hands through gaps in the headboard and with a click I handcuffed her. Then I grabbed the complementary sleeping mask off the nightstand and covered her eyes. I ran a finger down her neck and she shivered in pleasure. Then I kissed her stomach, licking up a bead of her sweat.

“I’ll be right back, sexy girl,” I told her, grabbing a discarded, royal blue slip with a black lace hem, and pulled it over my body. “I just need to get something.” Ice. Sarai would writhe in pleasure as I rubbed cold, wet ice all over her body.

“Hurry back,” Sarai moaned, wiggling on the bed, straining for my touch.

I slipped out into the hallway, ice bucket in one hand, hotel key in the other. I had made that mistake once, tying up my lover and then forgetting the hotel key. Its quite embarrassing to get a maid to let you back in and she sees your lover handcuffed naked to a bed. The ice machine was to the left and I started walking down the hall. As I passed the hotel room next to ours, the door opened and a short, balding man in a blue, silk bathrobe bent down to pick up the Sunday paper. He looked tired, haggard sacks hanging beneath red eyes. My eyes widened in shock. I don’t know why I should be surprised, not when God’s Providence was at work.

Surrounding the man was a blue-black aura, pale and sickly like a fresh bruise. This man had been touched by a Warlock.

Years of fighting Evil had honed my reflexes, and my hand moved without thought. I dipped beneath my slip, slipping two fingers into my pussy, coating my digits with sticky fingers. The man gaped at me and I used his surprise to quickly draw the Mark of Qayin on his forehead and muttered, “Shama.”

The man immediately relaxed, a dopey grin spilled across the fat jowls of his face. I grabbed the man and dragged him back towards the hotel room I shared with Sarai. Adrenaline surged through my body, and my hands shook so bad it took several tries to get the key. Finally, I got the door opened and shoved the man into the room. The prayer I cast on him would make him docile for a minute or so. It would take more intimate work to get anything useful information.

“Mhh, your back,” Sarai moaned like a bitch in heat. Shit, I didn’t have time to play with her.

“Just relax, sexy,” I said. “I gotta take care of some Nun business.”

“Oh,” Sarai moaned in disappointment, “can you untie me?”

“Just hang tight, sweetie,” I said, shoving the man down onto the other bed, springs squeaking heavily. My hands untied the belt to his robe revealing a fat belly covered in graying hair and a black thong that did little to cover his junk. He was so fat that the rolls of his waist covered the thin waistband of his thong.

God, give me strength, I prayed, reaching into the thong to pull out his fat, short cock. My soft hand quickly stroked him to readiness and I pushed him back until he lay spread out across the bed. I hiked up my slip and straddled his fat waist, his cock probing the lips of my pussy, bumping my clit. I closed my eyes and lowered my cunt around his cock, moaning low in my throat. His cock’s girth stretched my pussy nicely and I rose up and started to fuck him, the bed springs squeaking loudly.

“What’s going on?” Sarai asked in a puzzled voice. She was writhing on the bed, struggling to pull her blindfold by rubbing the side of her face on a pillow. “Holy shit!” she shouted when she succeeded at pulling off her blindfold. “Who the fuck is that?”

“Um, uhh, I’m not sure!” I panted, lamely. His cock was starting to feel real nice in my pussy. I loved being with women, but there was something to be said about a real cock plumbing your depths.

“Is this your surprise?” Sarai answered, concerned. “Because I have no interest in fucking a guy, let alone some fat, old dude!”

“No, this is for my Order!” I gasped, adding a twist to my hip movement. “He’s been touched by Evil and I need to help him!” I was really fucking this guy, now, riding him hard. Having Sarai watch me was so exciting. I pulled my slip over my head and started playing with my nipples, pulling and twisting. I hoped Sarai was enjoying the sight of my perky breasts bouncing up and down. I leaned back, thrusting my tits out and his cock was hitting new, delightful places in my pussy.

“That sound’s crazy,” Sarai said. I can understand her confusion. Most people didn’t believe in the supernatural. Even the majority of Christians would find it hard to believe that the Devil made Pacts with people, giving them powers in exchange for their souls. My Order called them Warlocks. And we are dedicated to fighting them, to freeing those who the Warlock has enthralled, people like the man I was fucking.

My orgasm was building in my womb, and I rode the man hard and fast, squeezing my cunt about his cock. The man grunted and then he was flooding my pussy with his seed, hot and wet in my womb. As I came, I prayed a single word, “Rechem!” The Mark of Qayin flared white on the man’s forehead. The man went rigid for a second and then relaxed, smiling.

“What was that!” Sarai gasped. “What was that light?”

“The Prayer of Rechem,” I answered. “It will allow me to get around any commands the Warlock placed on him.” I peered down at the man, gazing into his brown eyes. “Speak your name,” I ordered the man, “and tell me what the Warlock commanded you. When you’re finished, you will be free of his power.”

“My name is Brandon Fitzsimmons,” the man said in a hypnotic, monotone. “Several days ago a man named Mark and two women appeared at my door …”

My smile grew as Brandon told his tale. God’s Providence has already led me to the Warlock’s lair.

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I woke up with a splitting headache beneath a soft comforter. Strawberry-blonde hair filled my vision and a woman’s soft ass pressed back into my cock. Mary? Right, her hair was reddish? Christ my head hurts to much to think. My cock was hard with morning wood and Mary’s ass felt so good so I slipped my cock up into her cunt. She moaned with a low, smokey voice as I started to fuck her.

“Mary?” I mumbled, that didn’t sound like her, the voice was too low to be my Mary’s. And my mind started to slowly work again, remembering that Mary’s hair wasn’t strawberry-blonde, it was a darker auburn.

“Yeah, hun,” a sleepy voice murmured behind me and another female body pressed up against my back.

“Who am I fucking?” I asked Mary.

“One of the waitresses,” Mary answered, her breasts soft and nipples hard on my back. Her hand stroked my side, resting on my hip.

“Waitresses?” I asked, and then last night came back in broken pieces.

I had proposed to Mary atop the Space Needle and she had happily said yes. Then we went downstairs to celebrate at the Skycity Restaurant. I had arranged for only the beautiful women of the wait staff to remain, naked and willing, and we had one wild orgy. Drunk on champagne, Mary and I had used and abused three of the waitresses: a raven-haired beauty named Korina, a blonde Swede named Ingrid and Xiu, the Chinese girl. I vaguely recalled fucking her ass hard and her loving it.

“Mare?” I asked, fucking the strawberry-blonde girl slowly, “did I make the Asian waitress our sex slave?”

“Yeah,” Mary answered, gently kissing the back of my neck. “She really got off on being hurt.”

“Did we make any of the other girls slaves?” I asked, struggling to remember. After ass fucking Xiu the rest of the night was just blurry pieces. Drinking champagne out of someone’s cunt, watching a five woman in a daisy chain. And a wild ride in a limo, fucking Fiona through the sun roof for all the world to see. Fiona, that was the name of the strawberry-blond girl I was fucking. Fiona moaned, sliding my hand up to her breast and wiggling her hips as I fucked her.

“Mmhh, Master’s cock fills good in my twat,” Fiona gasped.

“Guess we did,” Mary said. “Geez, I don’t remember much of last night. Except, I think I gave Xiu a Brazilian wax using a candle. And that the dirty slut came while I did it.”

Mary’s hand slid down my waist and she squeezed my buttock, then her hand slid down into my buttcrack and she started to tease my asshole. I tensed. “What’re you doing, Mare?”

“Shh, just relax, I’ve always wanted to try this,” Mary whispered and then I jumped as she jammed her finger up my ass.

It felt weird, like taking a shit in reverse, and her finger slid deeper and I fucked my hips into Fiona, trying to get away from her invading digit. And then she touched something and electricity shot through my body and my vision darkened as I came so hard in Fiona’s cunt. “Holy shit!” I moaned. “What the fuck did you do, Mare?”

She giggled. “I found your prostate. Did it make you cum hard, hun? I read in a magazine that it was the guy’s G-spot.”

“Yeah, but I’m not sure I liked it,” I said, frowning. I came hard but it just didn’t seem right to have anything shoved back up there. “It felt weird.”

Mary laughed, “You should try feeling a cock sliding up your ass, then.”

“No, thanks,” I said, rolling over, pulling my cock out of Fiona’s cunt. She moaned in disappointment then started to masturbate. I hugged Mary to me and kissed her on the lips. “Good morning, love,” I told her after the kiss.

“I feel pretty dirty,” Mary confided. “My mouth tastes likes sour pussy. Wanna take a shower with me?” she asked, archly.

I grinned and slid out of the bed. We were in a luxurious suite in the Four Seasons Hotel in Seattle. I had Allison, our sex slave, make the reservations on Friday. The cloak on the nighttable read 3:11 PM. I stretched and surveyed the room. It was a mess. We must have trashed the place last night. I found another waitress passed out on the other side of Mary. She was a big-titted, raven haired girl with a dolls face named Korina. On the floor I found Xiu, tied up with white twine and a beer bottle stuck up her ass. She gave me the happiest smile as she wiggled on the floor.

“Morning, Master and Mistress,” Xiu cooed happily. The twine that bound her was dug into her skin and her wrist were bound behind her back. Christ, the girl did like it rough.

“Where’s Chantelle and Lana?” I asked. We had met the two ladies yesterday while orca watching. They had just been married and were on their honeymoon when Mary took a liking to them and we mad them our sex slaves. And now, apparently, we had three more sex slaves.

“I think you let them have their own suite,” Mary said, rubbing at her forehead. “So they could continue their honeymoon. I want to say you gave them a week to have fun before they had to come home.” Mary eyed me up and down, giving me a considering look. “Mark, I think you’ve lost some weight. You’re looking more fit.”

Since I made my Pact with the Devil, I was feeling a lot more healthy. I looked down and my belly looked flatter. Maybe it was all the calories I was burning with sex, or maybe my wish to live a long, healthy life was slowly having its effect. Or maybe this was Mary’s Pact. She did wish us to stay young and beautiful, and face it, I was hardly beautiful, or even handsome.

I picked up Mary, cradling her in my arms. Giggling, she threw an arm around my neck and I carried Mary across the room and into the bathroom. It was huge, a large shower sat next to a jacuzzi-style bathtub that could easily fit six or seven adults. With a hiss, the shower turned on and we stepped in. The shower was warm and wet, and so was Mary. She was a stunning beauty, her auburn hair, dark and plastered to her fair skin. Freckles dotted her face, shoulders, and round, pert breasts. Her nipples were hard and dusky. My followed the curves of her hip and plump ass. Her pubic hair had been waxed, save for a fiery heart above her slit.

We soaped each other, playfully caressing the other’s body under the pretense of washing. Mary’s nipples hardened as I played with them, and my cock hardened as she washed my balls and stroked my cock in her firm grasp. With a twinkle in her eye, she knelt before me and took my cock lovingly into her mouth while her hands gently played with my balls.

“God I love you,” I moaned, as my fiancee pleasure my cock with her skilled lips and tongue. She sucked for a minute and then she slid down my cock, relaxing her throat, until her lips pressed all the way to my pubes. Her throat was tight, constricting about my cock. She pulled back, sucking the entire time before deepthroating me again. I didn’t last long, and filled her mouth with my white cum. She swallowed and stood up, kissing me passionately, her mouth salty with my cum.

I needed to return the favor, give her the same pleasure she just gave me. I knelt down before her, the shower beating on my head like warm rain, and spread her thighs. She smiled down at me, love and lust shining from her eyes. She was a magnificent woman, willing to share my lusts and perversions, and brave enough to indulge in her own perversions with me. I could smell her arousal, sweet and spicy, and my tongue found her source. She moaned wantonly as my tongue slid through her engorged labia and brushed her the hard nub of her clit. Her hands gripped my hair, guiding my lips to where she wanted to be kissed.

“Eat my pussy!” she moaned, “oh, it feels so fucking good!” Her body shuddered on my face and a fresh flood juices filled my lips as she orgasmed. “Ohh, that was nice, but your cock would feel so much better!”

I didn’t need to be told twice, pulling myself up with the shower bar and Mary’s arms wrapped wetly about me. We kissed, and she could taste her pleasure on my lips. One of her hands grasped my cock and guided me to her wet hole. I was in her, all the way, and I rested in her silky depths, enjoying my fiancee’s pleasant embrace and then I was moving inside her. Our wet groins slapped together as made love in the steam.

Our kiss broke and my lips found the gentle slope of her neck. “You’re so tight and wonderful!” I moaned into her ear. “My wet filly!”

Her tongue was wet on my ear. “Make me cum, my great stallion! Make me cum!”

I pressed her back against the shower wall and grabbed the shower bar for support and started to fuck her with a passionate urgency. Mary writhed on my cock, her arms clawing at my back in passion. “Cum for me!” I whispered, my balls tightening. “Let me feel your orgasm on my cock. Suck my balls dry!”

Mary bucked in my embrace, her cunt milking my cock, desperate for my seed. With a groan, I obliged her and shot my cum hot and thick into her womb. “Oh, fuck, I love that feeling!” she moaned. “There’s nothing better than your guy shooting his hot passion into you!”

“There’s something to be said about the loving embrace of a woman,” I retorted, savoring the last caresses of her pussy as my cock softened in her depths.

I felt a pressure in my bladder and without thinking I pulled out of Mary and started to piss in the shower. “That’s disgusting, Mark!” she said, her eyes fixed on my cock.

“What? You never pissed in the shower?”

She shook her head. “God, that’s what toilets are for, Mark. Christ what’s wrong with you?”

“Sorry, it’s what I’ve always done.”

“Well, not in my shower, mister!” she said, hands on hips. “Especially if I’m in the shower with you.”

“Fine, fine,” I said.

She stepped out of the shower and dried off. “Are you getting out?”

“Naw, its nice in here, why don’t you come back in?”

“I gotta pee, so would you mind …”

“I don’t mind,” I answered.

“Fine,” she said, annoyed and sat down on the toilet. I stared at her and she flushed red. “Don’t look?”

“I’ve seen you do some damned perverted things, Mare,” I told her. “Is watching you pee the line you won’t cross?”

She peered suspiciously at me “You’re not going to want me to pee on you, next?” she asked. “Or do you want to pee on me?”

“No,” I said, with a chuckle. “That’s pretty nasty.”

“Good, that’s the line,” she said, her urine splashing in the bowl. “If you want to do … that sorta thing, use one of the sluts.” An image of Allison writhing on the floor as I pissed, moaning in pleasure as I degraded her slutty body with my urine. Maybe I had to try that one day.

Mary stood up and grabbed some toilet paper and swiped it through her pussy lips and then flushed the toilet. And then she turned the jacuzzi on, waited for the water to fill up and slid in. The water started to bubble and I watched as she adjusted herself. She smiled broadly and writhed in the jacuzzi.

“Did you find one of the jets?”

She nodded slowly. “Come join me,” she said, waving an arm.

I shut off the shower and slid into the warm, bubbling water of the jacuzzi and slid next to Mary, wrapping an arm around her. “We’re going to need a bigger house,” I said.

“What?” she asked, voice thick with passion.

“Well, if we keep increasing the number of sluts we have, the Fitzsimmon’s house is going to get crowded.”

“We’ll build a big mansion,” Mary said. “With dozens of rooms.”

“And what’ll we do with so many sluts?”

“Put them to work. I’ve been thinking about this, they can cook, clean, tend the stables …”

“Stables?” I asked.

“For the horses,” she said, rolling her eyes. She was fond of doing that when I asked a stupid question. “And they can do the landscape and make us money.”

“Oh, how?” I asked. “Do we keep their paychecks?”

“No, no,” Mary said, shaking her head. “We can whore them out. Men’ll pay good money to sleep with our sluts!” My cock stirred at the thought of all our sweet sluts spreading their legs for money.

“I like that idea,” I said, stroking Mary’s thigh and bending over to start kissing her freckled shoulder.

Mary murmured, her hand found my cock beneath the bubbling water. “I can tell how much you like the idea,” she said, wickedly as she stroked my cock a few times. Then she straddled my waist, skillfully maneuvering my cock and slid down on my hard length. I groaned in pleasure as her silky, tight pussy engulfed my cock. “Sometimes I wish that we could just stay like this, forever.”

I kissed her lips, my hands fondled her firm breasts, and thought there could be no sweeter way to spend eternity. “I love you, Mare,” I whispered.

She smiled and leaned into my chest. “I love you, too, Mark.” She kissed me, deep and passionate. “Well, I have a friend who’s a real estate broker, I could see her, find us some land,” Mary suggested, when she broke the kiss.

“Yeah, okay,” I answered, her cunt gently squeezing my cock. “We’ll need cash.”

“No we don’t, you just tell people what to do,” Mary objected.

“I can’t be everywhere,” I pointed out. “Well, I figure I would have to rob a bank, eventually.”

“Ohh, you’re such a bad boy!” Mary cooed, and twisted her hips pleasantly on my cock. She was getting off on the idea. I vaguely recalled hitting a guy last night. He had insulted Mary and she fucked me passionately afterward. Maybe Mary had a thing for bad boys.

The bathroom door opened and Korina and Fiona peered in, curious. Korina saw the toilet and made a beeline for it, her large tits swaying as she rushed. My cum was slowly leaked out of Fiona’s pussy, matting her fiery pubic hair. Mary just gaped as Korina started peeing on the toilet and sighing in relief.

“Well, she’s not shy,” I commented.

“Sorry, Master,” Korina apologized, “I really had to go.”

“I have to go too, Master,” Fiona said, shifting her weight.

“Oh, of course,” Mary said in exasperation. Korina stood up and wiped herself and Fiona moved to take her place her place. “Stop, sluts!” Mary ordered. “Korina, you can’t just walk in and pee in front of your Mistress! Especially when I’m making love with Mark.”

Korina’s doll face flinched at the rebuke. “Sorry, Mistress,” Korina said.

“Get in the shower,” Mary ordered. “For your punishment, Fiona is going to pee on you.”

Korina looking a little sick, knelt down in the shower. Fiona, with an evil grin for Korina, squatted over her. Fiona blushed as Mary and I watched intently. Mary’s cunt started twitching on my cock and then Mary started to fucking me again. A yellow stream of urine shot out of Fiona and splashed on Korina’s face. She flinched, closing her eye as urine soaked her hair and face, running in yellow rivulets down her large breasts and stomach.

“Oh fuck, that’s disgusting,” Mary panted. “Korina, your a dirty whore!” Mary was fucking me hard now, panting. “Dirty, nasty pee slut!” Mary’s cunt convulsed on my cock.

“I thought pee was disgusting,” I whispered.

“Oh, it is,” Mary panted. “So disgusting.” Her cunt convulsed about my cock as she came. Mary just kept fucking me, right through her orgasm. “What are you, Korina!”

“A dirty, nasty pee slut,” Korina answered Mary, tearfully.

“Yes you are!” Mary moaned. “Isn’t that so hot?”

“Yeah,” I grunted. Christ, I never got off on watersports before, but watching a woman get degraded like this was hot, and Mary’s tight cunt on my cock just made it better. “Hell yeah!”

Fiona had a few last spurts and then she was dry. “Pee sluts thank their providers with their mouths!” Mary barked. “Lick that dirty pussy, pee slut!”

Fiona gasped as Korina started licking at her cunt, swiping up pee and cum and Fiona’s juices. I noticed that Mary and Fiona had very similar features, both had red hair, Mary’s a dark auburn and Fiona’s a light strawberry-blonde. Both had freckled faces and breasts. Fiona’s tits were larger, and her nipples were a dark red versus the dusky pink of Mary’s nipples. I closed my eyes, pictured Mary in Fiona’s spot, peeing on Korina, having her dirty pussy cleaned by Korina’s tongue.

“Oh, fuck I’m cumming!” I groaned and shot thick cum up Mary’s tight pussy. Mary kissed me and came a second time, her cunt drinking my cum as she moaned wantonly into my mouth.

“Were you thinking about peeing on Korina?” Mary asked.

“Yeah.”

“Me, too,” Mary confided. “You still can’t pee on me, though. Only the sluts!” I laughed and kissed her and then my stomach rumbled and she flushed. “Hungry?” she asked me.

“Yeah, let’s get some room service,” I answered. “We don’t need to leave Seattle for a few hours.”

“Fiona, make sure Korina washes her hair three times,” Mary ordered. “I don’t want a trace of pee on her.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Fiona panted, writhing on Korina’s tongue.

I dried Mary off with a pink, terry cloth towel and she did the same to me. In the main room, Xiu was still tied up on the floor, beer bottle up her ass. Mary found her engagement ring on the nightstand, and admired it on her finger, before she stretched out on the king sized bed. Her legs were spread and her cum stained pussy was proudly displayed.

“I think you need your pussy cleaned, Mare.”

She smiled, nastily. “What should I use?”

I grabbed Xiu. She was light, maybe 90 lb and most of that was probably her huge tits, and threw her on the bed before Mary. I slapped her ass. “Start licking, slut.”

Mary smiled as Xiu eagerly lapped at her dirty pussy. I picked up the phone and ordered up five hamburgers, fries, and some bottles of beer. Xiu moaned in disappointment as I pulled the beer bottle from her ass. She was happy again when my cock replaced the bottle. Her ass was hot and tight and I fucked her hard. My face was right above Xiu’s and it was so sexy watching her eat out Mary’s pussy out up close.

I was enjoying Xiu’s ass and Mary was definitely enjoying her tongue, when Fiona and Korina emerged damp from their shower. “Hmmm, come suck my tits, sluts,” Mary ordered, voice thick with lust.

Fiona and Korina eagerly crawled beside Mary, their wet mouths sucking on her dusky nipples. Mary cradled both women, her face twisted in passion. I watched Mary’s heart-shaped face as she writhed in pleasure on the three womens’ tongue. Everyone started cumming, Mary first, writhing on Xiu’s tongue. Then Xiu’s ass clenched on my cock, velvety tight as she came. Her clenching ass coaxed my cum out, and I sprayed her bowels with several spurts of cum. I pulled out of Xiu’s ass and watched my cum leak out.

“Clean his cock, slut,” Mary ordered, pinching Fiona’s nipple.

I relaxed next to Mary as Fiona cleaned my dirty cock with her pink tongue. I had Korina free Xiu, who immediately bolted for the bathroom to pee.

“Why don’t you get in there,” Fiona taunted Korina, “and let Xiu piss on you.”

“Shut up, bitch,” Korina shot back.

“You should have felt eager she was to lick the piss out of my cunt!” Fiona insulted. “And Korina was frigging her clit.”

Korina was flushed with anger. I slapped Fiona’s ass hard. “Enough of that, bitch. You are just as dirty a slut as she is. Maybe next time Korina will piss on you.”

“Sorry, Master,” Fiona muttered, going back to cleaning my cock. Korina smiled, pleased at Fiona’s rebuke and snuggling up to Mary, her doll face lying on Mary’s freckled breasts.

Xiu reentered the room as room service knocked at the door. “Get the door, Xiu,” Mary ordered. “And give the man a nice tip with your mouth.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Xiu replied with a shy smile, and opened the hotel room door naked. The bellhop gasped in surprise and Xiu giggled and soon the bellhop was moaning in pleasure as the rest of us dug into the juicy hamburgers and crispy fries.

“Oh, god that’s good,” Mary mumbled around a mouthful of burger as Xiu rejoined the rest of us, cum staining her lips and some had dripped down onto her large tits. Her nipples were hard, pierced by a silver chain from which pink butterflies dangled. Fiona handed Xiu a burger and she hungrily bit into it.

I had wolfed my burger down quickly and retired to the comfy armchair and sipped my bear, watching my beautiful fiancee and our three sluts eat. Korina finished next and she looked over with her deep, blue eyes, a smile on her doll-like face. My cock started to hardened and Korina walked sensuously over to me, her heavy breasts swaying and bouncing. Her belly was pierced, and a silver heart bounced about on a chain across her flat stomach.

“Is that sausage for me?” Korina asked, straddling my waist, her heavy tits swinging in front of my mouth.

“Yeah, slut,” I said, guiding my cock to the wet entrance of her cunt. She sat down onto my cock and started to slowly fuck me, kissing wetly at my throat and ear.

Mary finished off her beer and smiled warmly at me. She glanced at Xiu and reached out and rubbed her ass. “Lay down on your stomach,” Mary ordered, squeezing Xiu’s ass.

“Yes Mistress,” Xiu said, eagerly, wiggling her tiny ass.

Mary shoved the beer bottle hard up her ass and started to fuck it in and out. “You like that, slut?” Mary asked. “You like things shoved up your whorish ass, don’t you slut?”

“Yes, yes, I love it!” she moaned.

“When we get home, I’m going to put on a strap-on with the biggest dildo and just fuck the shit out of your ass!” Mary hissed.

“Oh, that sounds wonderful,” Xiu moaned. “Tie me up and fuck my ass! Please, Mistress! I’m a dirty whore who needs to be treated like shit!” Man, Xiu was fucked up. I was pretty sure I didn’t tell Xiu to be into any of that.

I enjoyed Korina’s cunt on my dick as I watched Xiu cum. Mary let go of the bottle, leaving it stuck in Xiu’s ass. Mary grabbed Fiona, pulling the slut onto of her as Mary kissed her fiercely. Their reddish hair curtained their faces and Mary spread her legs, wrapping them about Fiona’s hips and the girls started tribbing. I loved watching girls trib. Both their legs were spread and I could see Fiona’s red-furred cunt rubbing on Mary’s hard clit and smooth lips.

“Does my naughty cunt fill good on your cock, Master,” Korina whispered into ear.

“Oh yeah,” I moaned. “So tight, so wet.”

“Cum in my pussy, Master,” she panted, fucking me faster. I squeezed a tit and fond a hard nipple. “Oh, cum in me, please!”

I shot my cum in her pussy as she orgasmed, feeding her hungry cunt what it wanted. Then I held her, sucking on her pillowy tits while watching Mare and Fiona trib frantically until they came on each other. We fucked for another hour or so, swapping partners until I think I came in everyone at least twice. Mary had fun tying Xiu up again and then sitting on her face while pulling on Xiu’s nipple piercings, stretching her tit until Xiu squealed in pain.

As we gathered our stuff, we discovered that none of the waitress had any clothes with them so they just had to go naked. Mary thought that was a fun idea and handed her dress to Korina to hold. Not wanting to be left out, I just pulled on my black duster, naked underneath, like some sort of flashing pervert. I tossed the bound Xiu over my shoulder, slapping her rump playfully, and we left the hotel room. We were up on the top floor of the hotel and a made quite a sight as we trooped naked through the halls. A Hispanic maid gasped in fear and quickly opened a hotel room with her master key and ducked in.

At the elevator a teenage girl was waiting. She took one look at us and turned beat red. She was cute, maybe fifteen, with brown hair in pigtails tied with pink ribbons. She wore a jean jacket decorated with shiny, pastel rhinestones over a pink, conservative dress. I set the bound Xiu down and Fiona grabbed Xiu, helping her hop the rest of the way.

“What’s our name, sweetie?” I asked as she pressed back against the elevator door.

She glanced down at my naked cock and jump, looking quickly up at the ceiling. “V-Violet,” she stammered.

“Don’t be afraid,” I told her, stroking her face. “You want to be my elevator slut, right?”

She nodded her head. “Wh-what’s an elevator slut?”

“An elevator slut takes off her panties and lets any man stick their dicks up their tight, juicy cunts,” Mary answered, reaching out to stroke her other cheek.

I was amazed to see that Violet could blush even more red as she reached beneath her skirt to pull off a pair of plain, white panties. Mary took them and held them up to her face and inhaled her fresh, teenage cunt as the elevator dinged behind us. Violet stumbled back inside and I followed her in, pinning Violet to the wall.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I whispered into her ear. “You’re going to love every single minute of it.”

“O-okay,” she said, timidly.

I hiked up her skirt and pressed up against her, bending down to find her cunt with my dick. I rubbed it on her lips as the elevator started to descend, finding her wet hole and pushed my cock. I hit the resistance of her hymen. Oh, this was great. I always wanted to fuck a virgin, so I pulled back, and then thrust through her maidenhead hard and fast. She moaned in pain and pleasure, gripping me tight. Her cunt was flooding with juices as my command to enjoy the fucking kicked in and she mewed in pleasure.

“God, I love teenage cunt!” I moaned, fucking her hard, capturing her pretty little mouth in a kiss.

The elevator doors opened a few floors down and people gasped. I could hear Mary moaning. She must have one of the sluts going down on her. I was enjoying Violet too much to see who it was. Every few floors, the elevator would stop and more people would get the shock of their lives to see the sex going on in the elevator. Sadly, no one joined us.

Violet’s cunt was so tight, her moans of pleasure so sweet, I wasn’t going to last long. I came in her tight cunt when we reached the lobby, pulling out of her as a pair of shocked, middle-aged women stared on. “Ladies,” I said, pleasantly, brushing past them, my cock wet with teenage cunt.

I threw Xiu over my shoulder and led my naked women out into the hotel lobby and everyone froze, not sure what to make of a group of naked people. This being Seattle, they probably thought we were part of some protest group, or part of some public nudity festival. I reached the valet and pulled out a slip from my pocket. It seemed Allison’s arrangements worked and along with the limo she rented us last night, she had the limo company send someone someone to drive my Mustang back to the hotel.

I had to keep telling people to ignore us while we waited for the Mustang and I noticed that Mary had pulled Violet out of the elevator and was fingering her cunt. I looked questioning at her. “She’s so cute,” Mary cooed, watching the fifteen year old’s face contorted in pleasure. “I want to keep her.”

I laughed. “Okay, but where she’s sitting.” I would be driving, Mary would be sitting next to me, Xiu was going in the trunk. Xiu would get off on that, I’m sure. And Korina and Fiona would sit in the back.

“On my lap,” Mary said, as Violet moaned and came on her fingers. “I want to play with her cunt the whole way home.”

I laughed and kissed my fiancee. I couldn’t say no to her. “I’m glad we came to Seattle,” I told her.

Mary beamed at me. “We should do definitely do it again, sometime!”

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For five hours I had been watching the Fitzsimmons house. A long, boring five hours spent sitting in a car a few houses down the street.

This morning, Brandon Fitzsimmons had told me what little he knew about the Warlock named Mark, his girlfriend Mary, and Allison his “slut.” Mark apparently just walked into his house, told him that he was going to borrow it for a while and then borrowed Brandon’s young wife, Desiree. Tearfully, Brandon said Mark fucked his wife in front of him, making her say how much she loved his cock, while she ate out Mary’s cunt. Then he was sent to pack his bags and not return until his wife contacted him. Mark had clearly gotten a mind control wish and was gathering a harem of women for his amusement.
I promised Brandon to save his wife and he lent me his car. He would have done anything to help me. He didn’t like it, but I got him to agree to stay until the Warlock was exorcised.

Sarai and I made love one last time in the shower, Sarai even washed the spunk out of my pussy. Then I got dressed, packed my bags and got Brandon’s car keys. Sarai and I kissed one last time, long and passionate. When we broke, tears ran down both our faces. We had a fun two days and I would always remember her, always love her. But she had her job to get back to and I had mine. Lucky for me, Brandon had a GPS in his car and I programed it with his address and an hour later I found myself outside his house and started to watch.

And watch. Nothing really happened. Neighbors came and went and once a pink-haired girl who must be Allison, took out the garbage dressed as some cheap, french maid. I was pretty sure Mark wasn’t there, but I needed to be sure so I called the house and Desiree answered the phone.

“Hi, I’m Valerie,” I said in my best valley girl accent. “Is Mark there, I tots need to talk to him.”

“No, Master’s not here,” Desiree said in a sexy Latina.

“Oh,” I said, trying to sound disappointed and hung up. I smiled, I could handle two Thralls and got out of the car. Today I was dressed in a flowery, pink dress with a low cut bodice and pleated, short skirt, and no panties, as usual. I wore my favorite pairs of boots, white, knee-high and heeled. They were my favorite because I loved how the boots made my ass full and curvy when I walked.

I rang the doorbell and tensed my body. I would need to move quick when the door opened. After a few heartbeats a beautiful, very busty Latina woman opened the door who I guessed must be Desiree. She was wearing a matching french maid’s outfit, a slutty version with a transparent bodice a short, frilly skirt that would slid up to reveal her ass if she ever bent over.

“¿Hola?” Desiree asked, a friendly, questioning smile on her face. A blue-black aura glistened sickly about her, stronger than the one afflicting her husband.

I moved quickly, shoving one hand into her crouch, finding no panties to impede me. Her pussy was shaved bare and quickly got wet as I found her clit and rubbed it hard. Desiree opened her mouth to protest and I shoved my body up against her, pinning her to the door. My other hand pulled her bodice down and started to gently pinch her nipple.

I needed to bring her to orgasm quickly before Allison could interfere. I slipped two fingers into her pussy, which was wet and hungry for penetration, and ground the heel of my palm into her clit. I ducked my head and sucked a dark pink nipple into my mouth. Desiree was moaning in pleasure, no longer resisting. She had been condition to let her Warlock take advantage of her body and that left her unable to fight off my molestation.

“Oh fuck!” Desiree moaned, “¡Me mete el dedo! ¡Estoy correrse!”

Her cunt tighten about my fingers as she started to cum. I quickly slid my free hand down, coated them with my juices and prayed, “Zanah!” as I drew the Mark of Qayin on her forehead. With the Prayer of “Zanah!”, the Thrall was primed for me to take control of her at any time, turning the Warlock’s slave against him when the time was right.

“What’s going on?” a bubbly voice asked. Pink-haired Allison had a naughty smile. “Who’s your friend, Desiree. She’s …” Allison licked her lips, “… stunning!”

Allison was young, a teenager, her tits were a lot smaller than Desiree and she was slim and lithe. I could clearly see that her nipples were pierced by silver barbels through her transparent blouse. “You want me to finger you too, slut?” I asked.

She grinned, and lifted her skit. Tattooed above her cunt was the phrase, “Cum on in!” and an arrow pointing to her clit. That was all the invitation I needed, shoving the teenage slut down onto the couch and sat down next to her. Allison’s thighs parted and I slid my hand into her crotch. Her pussy was tight with youth and she moaned like a bitch in heat as I started fingering her. She kissed me, her wiggling tongue pierced with a stud that was hard and metallic in my mouth.

I felt hands at my thighs and looked down to see Desiree kneeling before me, spreading my legs. Allison was panting in pleasure as I fingered her tight cunt and I started moaning at the silky feel of Desiree’s tongue lapping at my pussy.

“Desiree has an amazing tongue, doesn’t she?” Allison whispered huskily into my ear. Her hand reached out and slipped into my bodice and started playing with my nipple. “She’s an amazing slut! Is that why you’re here? Do you want to be a slut. I can train you. Make you wet and willing to do any nasty, depraved act.”

Fuck, this whore was turning me on with her words. I was going to cum before Allison at this rate. “Ohh, make me a slut,” I moaned. Shit, why did I say that. It dredged up painful memories of being made Susanne’s Thrall so many years ago.

I had been seventeen, a senior in high school. It was homecoming and I had just been crowned Homecoming Queen. My boyfriend, Kurt, had been crowned Homecoming King and we were dancing while everyone watched when Susanne cut in. She was mousy brunette, with thick glasses and braces. She had always been so shy and reserved until that night. With a brusque command, Kurt just walked away and I was being whirled about by her. I was so confused about what was happening and I tried to pull out of her embrace.

“Shh,” Susanne whispered. “You love me and would do anything for me, right?”

And I realized I did. That I loved her. I was puzzled. I wasn’t a lesbian, and just a minute ago I loved Kurt. But her smile was so beautiful and I … I just kissed her. The entire school gasped in disgust. A teacher tried to pulls us apart, but Susanne brushed her aside with a word, and then she pulled me into the girls restroom and I learned all the joys of being with a woman.

I came hard on Desiree’s mouth, remembering how Susanne had ate my pussy while I sat on a toilet seat, my homecoming dress bunched about my waist. I had planned on giving Kurt my virginity that night, but Susanne had stolen that from me. Just like she stole three years of my life. Anger surged through me, and I shoved Desiree away and started to focus on getting Allison off. I would save these women. I had to. These women wouldn’t lose years of their lives to the lusts of a Warlock!

Allison came on my fingers.

To be continued …

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“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Kim was nervously flicking her finger back and forth over the buttons on the cuff of her shirtsleeve.

“You’re starting to sound like a high school kid waiting for her date.”

“That’s how I feel.”

Connie admitted that she felt that way herself. She looked at the wall clock — almost seven. She forced herself to stop pacing in front of the large sectional upon which Kim was nervously sitting.

She glanced at Kim and again marveled at the lust her young lover could inspire in her. Kim was wearing only the enormously oversized Arrow shirt. It was tailored for a man — a very big man. But it barely contained the richly rolling swells of Kim’s magnificent tits. The flash of her long, bare legs beneath it led her thoughts to dwell on what lay at their juncture and she felt her juices trickling in response.

“I feel kind of funny about doing this here, too,” Kim said.

“Not me,” Connie said happily. I’ve dreamed of this!” Impulsively, she bent and kissed Kimberly’s forehead, brushing one hand through the luxuriant mass of her rich hair.

“But won’t your husband mind?”

Connie took Kim’s face in both hands and kissed her softly on the lips. “I told you, honey — Jerry and I talked about this and he said the only way to find out is to try it out.” And with Jerry out of town for the night — he was addressing a seminar in Rochester — the timing couldn’t have been better. It was an experiment — the first time either of them had brought a lover to their home.

Both women tensed at the sound of the car pulling up outside. Connie straightened and stepped back. “Do I look okay?” She pirouetted for Kim.

“You look yummy.” And it was true. Connie was wearing a pair of designer jeans that molded themselves to her taut ass and trim legs. Her blouse was a pale blue, loose and simply cut and light in weight. And when she was standing sideways in front of a light, her firm breasts were clearly silhouetted in it.

Connie smiled at Kim, then went to the door. She opened it and beckoned to the woman standing at the base of the steps.

Emily smiled warmly and gracefully came up to the door.

“I hope I am not late!” she said in her breathy, softly accented voice.

“Not in the least.” Connie held the door for their guest and kissed her lightly on her cheek. Emily was wearing something with a light citrus scent. In one hand she held a Mark Cross briefcase; in the other was a matching tote bag that clanged softly of glass.

“Welcome to my home!”

“Hello!” Kim stood and bounced over to Emily. A flush was already rising in the lovely Oriental face. Kim bussed her on the cheek and the flush deepened.

“Let me take your coat?” Emily put down her burdens and let Connie help her out of the coat while Kim asked about the ride from New York. Emily was wearing a beautifully tailored skirt suit in a herringbone tweed and a white silk blouse with a bright red oversized scarf arranged at the neck. She was at once business-like and alluring. Connie had no doubt that Emily caused discomfort among her colleagues. With such attire, she could easily move from business bitch to sex goddess and back again with a shift in posture or expression.

“Shall we open some wine?” Emily asked, removing her jacket.

“Yes!” Connie chirped, closing the coat closet door behind her. The glasses and a corkscrew were waiting on the coffee table. Emily was putting three bottles of wine next to them.

Emily sat a foot away from Kim while Connie sat at the corner of the sectional, facing them, and began opening the first bottle of wine.

“I was so pleased at your invitation,” Emily said. “I had been hoping you would phone me.”

“We really wanted to get to know you better and thought this would be the perfect way,” Kim replied.

“We were delighted you could…come,” Connie added. She was the one who’d suggested Emily bring the wine. She’d told Emily that she would take care of the food herself. Not that Connie could cook worth a damn — she’d ordered a delivery of hot Italian food from a rather pricey establishment in Englewood. She poured wine into the three glasses.

“To new friends,” Connie said, raising her glass. The others followed suit, the gesture drawing Kim’s shirt tighter across her magnificent breasts and revealing one nipple already hugely swollen.

“May I take off my shoes?” Emily asked politely.

“Get comfortable,” Connie said enthusiastically.

“Yes, take off whatever you like — please!” Kim added, and then blushed furiously. Connie chuckled and Emily merely smiled happily.

The three chatted about their fields of employment — Connie could not bring herself to call what she had “a career” — and drank wine. They talked about plays, movies and ballets recently seen. And drank more wine. By the time Connie got the conversation around to the place where they’d first met — an adult toy store in Greenwich Village — they’d killed the first bottle of wine and Connie was opening the second.

“The wine is making me quite warm,” Emily announced, removing her jacket and the silk scarf, then unbuttoning the top two buttons of her silk blouse.

“Would you like to change into something more comfortable?” Connie asked. “One of my husband’s shirts might be quite comfortable.”

“I — “

Kim leaned over and put her face close to Emily’s. “Come on — get comfy. I feel like a slob dressed like this with you dressed like that. Besides, the food will be Italian and you don’t want to get tomato sauce on that lovely blouse.” She glided one hand up Emily’s arm to her shoulder and squeezed slightly. Connie watched the lovely Japanese woman’s blush deepen and saw her nipples hardening within the blouse and bra.

“If it would not be too much trouble — ?”

“No trouble at all.” Connie stood. “Come on.” She held her hands out the two women. They accepted her invitation and she led them toward the bedroom.

“You have a lovely home,” Emily said softly. “Beautifullyfurnished.” She was staring rather fixedly at the king-size waterbed. Next to it was the makeup case that contained what Kim had brought to the get-together: toys.

“Here.” Connie produced a pair of padded hangers for Emily’s career clothing. Kim took one and hung Emily’s jacket and scarf on it. The smoldering Asian began to unbutton her blouse, but Connie stepped in front of her. “Let me help,” she said softly and slowly unfastened the buttons.

“You have such a lovely complexion,” Emily said quietly, and brushed her fingertips across Connie’s cheek.

“You have such a lovely throat,” Connie replied and leaned her head forward to kiss Emily’s pale throat. She felt the Japanese woman shiver and kissed the base of her neck as she finishing opening the blouse.

“I’ll take that,” Kim said from behind Emily, and then her hands were brushing the blouse off Emily’s shoulders. The white, seamless bra was not designed to give support and Emily didn’t need it. Her breasts were full and perfectly round, and in exquisite proportion to the rest of her curves. Within the bra, her nipples were very tiny and very hard. Connie let her fingertips graze over the encased breasts and heard Emily’s sudden gasp of pleasure.

“And I’ll take that,” Kim whispered, standing behind Emily and now pressed her lips to the silken shoulder as she unfastened the clasp of the bra. Emily leaned her head back and turn her face, Kim’s lips descended on hers hungrily. Connie kissed her way down to Emily’s breasts, pushed the loosely hanging bra down. Emily let it slide of her arms and then shivered as Connie began licking her breasts.

Connie was amazed at the firmness of Emily’s tits. They were almost hard and they were fabulously smooth. She wanted to paint them with her tongue, but that would come later. She licked and kissed her way lower, dropping to her knees. Her fingers found and undid the clasp and zipper at the back of Emily’s skirt. She slid it down the dark-stockinged legs and sighed with pleasure against the firm abdomen when she discovered the blue silk panties and the garterbelt holding up the dark stockings — also silk.

Emily stepped out of the skirt. While Connie tore herself away long enough to put the skirt neatly across the night-table, Kim turned Emily toward her and took her fully in her arms. They were still kissing hungrily, passionately, and their hands were busily exploring each other’s body.

Connie skinned out of her jeans and unbuttoned her blouse, but left it on. It was her only garment as she moved beside the two women. She slipped her hands between them and began undoing the buttons of Kim’s shirt.

“You’ve got to see her nipples,” she whispered to Emily.

Kim broke the kiss long enough to murmur, “And kiss them.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Emily sighed, her fingers frantically joining Connie’s. The last two buttons tore off the shirt, but nobody paid attention.

“You’re breasts are magnificent!” Emily gasped and dropped her mouth over Kim’s huge, swollen left nipple. Connie did the same with the right nozzle and Kim shuddered with pleasure. Kim put her hands at the backs of their heads and pulled their mouths feverishly against her heaving breasts. Connie began to lightly bite Kim’s tremendouslyengorged nipple and felt her young lover quiver.

“I c-can’t st-stand,” Kim stuttered.

“Bed,” Connie said softly. Still fastened, the trio crossed the two steps separating them from the bed. As soon as she felt the edge of the bed against the backs of her knees, Kim began a slow-motion collapse. Emily and Connie fell with her, one to either side.

The three women lay next to each other on the broad expanse of the waterbed. Connie continued her tandem suckling with Emily for a few moments, then began sliding lower on the bed, lips and fingers busy with the happy work of further inflaming the lushly curved young woman. She paused only long enough to slide Emily’s silk panties down over the garters and long, restlessly moving legs.

For a moment, Connie was presented with a quandary — whicharomatic cunt to lick first? Kim’s beautiful blonde quim was gleaming and swollen with lust — but there was Emily’s perfectly shaped pussy, with its compact tuft of straight, fine soft black hair, beckoning to her from between the narrow patches of alabaster thigh above the dark silk stockings.

The decision was made for her. With a soft moan of “I must taste you!” Emily turned and buried her face between Kim’s firm thighs, her straight black hair falling forward and presenting a stunning contrast with Kim’s milky flesh.

Connie wasted not a moment. She quickly scooted around on the bed and began kissing and caressing Emily’s taut flesh. Her lips worked their way down Emily’s beautifully arched spine while her hands wandered over her sleek flesh. She reached beneath Emily to take one tiny, pebble-hard nipple in her fingers and tweak it. She heard Emily’s moan of pleasure and felt her shudder, and pinched the nipple harder. Emily began to shake, her trim hips bucking.

Connie’s lips found Emily’s buttocks, firm and tight and arched up. She licked back and forth on the inner swells, long savoring swipes of her tongue, as she repositioned herself behind Emily. She took the Japanese woman’s hips in her hands and buried her face between her cheeks, inhaling and savoring the rich, clean fragrance. Then Connie began teasing, circular strokes of her tongue that never quite made contact with the small, pink pinhole of Emily’s anus. Connie slid her hands around further, caressing Emily’s abdomen and then stroking her pubis, just as she heard Kim’s grunts of orgasmic pleasure and felt the bed undulate with her writhing.

Connie let one finger slip lower and began caressing the hard nodule of Emily’s clitoris. Emily stiffened and pressed her ass up and back — and Connie abruptly drove her stiffened tongue against Emily’s butt-hole. Emily shuddered and Connie slipped a finger inside her cunt just in time to have the digit gripped and sucked by the contracted muscles. She was shocked at the tightness, even after Emily’s orgasm passed. The woman had a minuscule cunt!

Connie pulled away, rolled to her back, then wiggled forward between Emily’s legs and beneath her cunt. She reached up with both hands and grabbed the fine, round ass cheeks and pulled Emily’s drooling pussy down onto her mouth. Connie feasted. Emily’s taste was clean, yet, musky — rich with the aroma of a mature woman in good health and high heat. Emily’s clitoris was swollen and quite prominent, large enough for Connie to fastened her lips around it and suck, as if it were a very tiny cock. She moved lower and tried to thrust her tongue into the tight little Japanese snatch. She just barely got the tip of her tongue past the swollen labia and into Emily’s cunt when she felt the tiny pussy grip her tongue-tip and begin pulsing.

Connie could hear Kim’s wails of pleasure growing louder and more high-pitched as Emily passed on the delights Connie was providing. Connie moved her lips again to that wonderfully oversized clitoris and reached worked one hand up between Emily’s legs. As she lip-nibbled Emily’s clitoris, she worked one finger torturously into her tiny cunt, struggling to get it deeper until she finally felt the swollen nodule of nerves she sought. As she continued suckling at Emily’s clit, Connie began massaging her G-spot.

Emily froze, her inner muscles spasming, and loudly grunted against Kim’s cunt. “Uh! Uh! Uh!” Over and over, the sounds audible even above Kim’s shrieking and past the muffling of Kim’s thighs. Connie could feel the power of the guttural noises through Emily’s taut frame.

Suddenly, Emily’s belly and cunt tightened still further. Connie felt her shifting, kneeling upright and heard her loud cry: “Oh! I cannot stand it!”

A huge gush of juices suddenly was expelled from Emily’s cunt, literally flooding Connie’s hand and chin. She was shocked intomotionlessness for a moment, thinking Emily had pissed on her — and then realized it was something else, entirely, something she’d never before encountered.

Connie continued her lip and finger work and again Emily tensed and gushed on her — and then collapsed onto her side on the bed,disengaging Connie’s lips and finger. Her legs were drawn up to her chest and she clasped her knees, panting and gasping and stillshuddering with pleasure. Connie quickly rolled behind her and licked her tongue up and down the fat little muffin of Emily’s labia.

“Please, no more! No more!” Emily moaned and Connie relented.

Kim rolled to her side as Connie did and they both wrapped Emily in their arms. Kim leaned across Emily to kiss Connie, then whispered, wonderingly: “Your face is so wet!”

Connie just nodded. She and Kim continued gentling Emily with soft kisses and caress until the juicy Japanese lawyer finally relaxed and caught her breath, stretching her well-curved legs and sighing.

“I am so embarrassed!” she confessed.

“I’ve never seen that before,” Connie admitted. “Does it always happen, gushing like that?” She met Kim’s eyes. “When she came at the end, these juices just spurted out of her!”

“Please, I am sorry,” Emily said softly, half-sobbing.

“No, no — it was wonderful!” Connie insisted. “Does it always happen?”

“Only — only when the pleasure is too great and does not relent. Then I feel as if I must void my bladder — but instead, this great outpouring of juices happens. It has only happened a few times.” Her voice grew still quieter. “And only once with a man. Usually, it is with a wonderful, voracious woman.”

“It certainly makes me very hot. I almost came when you did that!”

Emily’s eyes widened at the same time Kim’s did. “We must see to Connie’s pleasures!”

“Yes!” Kim said, licking her lips. She and Emily began turning to Connie — but Connie glanced at the clock and groaned.

“No, we can’t — food’s going to be here in ten minutes. After dinner, though — promise?”

Emily giggled sweetly. “Yes — you will be our after-dinnerdessert!”

“You’re in for a treat,” Kim said. “She has an amazing tongue.”

“Oh?”

Kim smiled shyly and then slowly extended her tongue. Out — out — out — and then up till it barely touched the tip of her nose.

Connie stared and felt her juices beginning to flow even more freely. She leaned her head forward and licked the underside of Emily’s tongue.

“Dessert!” she whispered. “But first — dinner.” She rolled away, hearing her cunt squish with unsatisfied juiciness. She stood beside the bed and said, “The delivery will be soon. Come on, girls — getdressed!”

“You sound like one of the school mistresses at my boardingschool,” Emily said, laughing sweetly and languorously climbing out of the bed. Kim sighed deeply, her fabulous tits rising and falling, then sat up with the lithe ease of her youth and clambered off the bed.

Connie handed Emily one of Jerry’s big flannel shirts while Kim rebuttoned her oversized shirt. Connie pulled on a lounging robe and fastened the sash carefully; she didn’t want the delivery-man to get ideas that weren’t welcome. While Kim and Emily washed their faces and hands, Connie got out the plates and tableware. Then it was her turn to wash up — regretfully, because she loved the feel of the savory woman-sauces drying on her face and chest.

Still, she didn’t need the delivery-man getting a whiff of her sapphic adventures, either.

She rejoined Kim and Emily just as Kim was saying, ” — never met him…but I’d like to!”

Emily’s expression was one of surprise. “Connie — Kim says she has never met your husband. I would have thought he’d prefer to join the two of you!”

Connie poured herself some more wine and laughed. “It’s just not his thing, sad to say. But I have a surprise for Kim.”

“Oh?” Kim looked as if she were afraid to be hopeful.

“Remember I told you he wouldn’t refuse me anything for ouranniversary?”

Kim nodded.

“Guess what I asked for.”

Kim shrieked and threw her arms around Connie. “Oh, you’rewonderful!”

“Am I to understand correctly?” Emily queried. “For youranniversary, you asked your husband to join you and Kimberly for a tryst?”

“More like an orgy,” Connie said, just as they heard the truck pull up outside. She grabbed her wallet from the small writing desk and got to the door just as the bell rang.

The delivery-man was a tall, heavily built young man with a strong face — and busy eyes. As Connie opened the door, her leered down the front of her robe, than brazenly ogled Kim and Emily as Connie directed him to unpack the aluminum hotpack containers on the dining table.

Connie signed the receipt and strode to the door. Only when she turned did she realize he hadn’t followed her.

“Sure I can’t deliver anything else for you fine looking ladies?” He had cocked one eyebrow in what he probably thought was a devastating expression. Connie thought he looked stupid.

“Positive. Do you want a tip?”

“Hey, babe, depends. I’d like three of them.”

She opened the door. “Out.”

“Hey, what’s the problem — “

Emily stepped toward him and assumed a karate stance. “Do not test my patience — leave!”

“Hey, I didn’t mean nothin’, just thought you ladies might enjoy having ten inches of Italian sausage.” But even as he blathered, he was backing toward the door.

As soon as he stepped through, Connie closed the door on his muttered, “Fuckin’ frigid lezzie bitches need — “

Shaking her head, Connie stepped into the dining area with her two lovers.

“Were you really going to hit him or something?” Kim asked.

Emily smiled. “I don’t know the first thing about fighting, but most ignorant men believe all Japanese are ninja assassins, trained from birth in deadly martial arts.” Her smile faded. “It’s unfortunate he is such a pig; he could be quite attractive, otherwise.”

“‘Ten inches of Italian sausage’!” Connie repeated, shaking her head. She was setting the food onto serving dishes and the room was filling with the aroma of lasagna, veal parmigiana, chicken francesi, spaghetti, meat sauce.

“Speaking of which…” Kim said, hinting not too subtly.

Connie laughed, then explained to the bewildered Emily: “Kim is very eager to meet my husband.”

“He must be a remarkable man,” Emily said courteously.

“Actually, she’s more interested in his remarkable penis.”

“Excuse me?”

Connie doled herself spaghetti and took a piece of the veal. “Tell her, Kimberly.”

Kim, blushing, said, “I’ve always wanted to make it with a man who was really well-hung and — well, Connie’s married to one.”

“Oh?” Emily was delicately cutting into the chicken.

“Yeah, Jerry’s hung, all right,” Connie explained. She put down her fork and held her hands up about ten inches apart. “And thick as my wrist. And he knows how to use it!”

“I see,” Emily said. “And it is not painful for one as petite as you?”

Connie shrugged. “Sometimes a little, but he’s so gentle and gets me so wet that it feels great. Feels like my whole body is impaled on him.” She helped herself to some antipasto. “You must have a tough time with big dicks.” She turned to Kim. “Smallest little pussy I’ve ever seen on a grownup.”

Emily nodded. “It was, in fact, the biggest reason Pete and I stopped associating.”

“Huh?” from Connie.

“My most recent lover. We were together for almost two years. He was very well-endowed, quite similar to your description of yourhusband. He was also sweet, loving, gentle and careful. But total insertion was never achieved and always it was too difficult for me to enjoy. He was always wiling to employ other means to give me pleasure, but it became an on-going source of tension for us. That, combined with my frequent associations with women, led me to desire his sexualattentions less and less frequently.” She took a precise bite of her chicken.

“Think he’d like me?”

Emily put down her knife and fork and stared across the table at Kimberly. “He’d certainly find you sexually attractive, but such a liaison would be very difficult for me, if you and I are to continue being friends. I loved him very deeply.”

“Oh, well,” Kim said sadly. “Easy come, easy go.”

“If it was easy come,” Emily said, “he and I would still betogether.” The trio laughed.

“So — do you prefer men or women?” Connie asked.

“I prefer women, but I enjoy the strength of a man, too,” Emily said.

“Kim?”

“I dunno. I like men a lot, but seem to get along better with women.”

“What about you, Connie?”

She smiled at Emily. “Equal-Opportunity sex fiend.” She speared a piece of veal. “I love hard cock any place I can fit it, and I crave sweet lips and hard nipples. As you may have noticed.”

“Have you ever had both?” Emily asked.

“Oh, sure.” Connie laughed. “In college, I was into some pretty wild orgies. Haven’t been into it, though, since Jerry. I fantasize about it, still, and soon Kim is going to help me have it again — with Jerry!”

“But there’s nothing we can do about your favorite fantasy, hon,” Kim noted.

Connie sighed. “Still, it’ll be great.”

“What is that fantasy?” Emily asked, and reached for the wine.

“I love to get a hard one in my butt while I eat a sweet pussy.”

“But your husband is too large?”

Connie nodded. “Tried, but he wouldn’t go on with it when he saw how difficult it was for me.”

“A most remarkable and loving man.”

“You bet,” Connie agreed. “But what are your fantasies, Emily?”

“I have enjoyed all of those that are possible,” she replied.

“What are the impossible ones, then?” Kim chimed in.

Emily blushed. “Well, I would like to know what it is like to be a man, with a woman, to slide slowly into her and feel her opening to me and on my flesh.”

“Hmmmm, that’s a tough one, alright,” Kim agreed.

But Connie was looking at Emily thoughtfully. “You know, there might be a way you could get an idea of what it’s like.”

“Oh, I have simulated it using marital aids — “

“What?” Connie asked.

“Dildos,” Emily explained.

“No, I mean another way.” She paused to wolf down another bite of veal. “It won’t be the same as having a cock, but you’ll know what it’s like to slide into a woman and feel her opening to your flesh.”

“I don’t understand,” said Emily.

“You will,” Connie said. “Later. Pass the wine?”

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