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Lorraine and I cause havoc in New York.

Part 10:

It had been a long time since I had last flown, and I had forgotten how much it sucked. The flying itself is ok, but airports are in some special circle of Hell all their own. Then, of course, there was the worst part…

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I don’t know what was worse, the sound of Lorraine chewing her gum or the sight of her doing it with her mouth open. From the very moment we had gotten into the car, she seemed to make it her mission to annoy me. The whole car ride, we had argued over which radio station to set it to, and whatever was playing, she’d talk over it, battering me with stupid questions or going on and on about crap that I didn’t care about. No, I don’t watch anime, stop asking! After seeing how she normally handled Steve, it made me want to get a handful of saltines and force them into her mouth, preferably with enough strength to chip her teeth. Now we were standing in line to check our luggage, and less than two feet away was Lorraine, chewing like a camel.

“Can you please, PLEASE, close your mouth?” I asked, now able to feel my heart beating in my temples.

“I don’t like to chew gum with my mouth closed.”

I took a trembling breath, trying to hold my temper in check. “Could you do it for me? Please?”

“But then I wouldn’t get to see you pop a blood vessel.”

She’s right, I’m about to have a fucking aneurysm. I’m going to strangle this bitch, and by the time security guards pull me off, we’ll both be dead, me with blood coming out of my mouth, nose, ears, and eyes.

“Spit out the gum or I’ll tell the TSA that you’re smuggling drugs.”

“Jokes on you, getting a cavity search is one of the kinks in my three favorite fanfictions.”

“How the hell did Elise ever put up with you?”

“She didn’t, remember? That’s one of the reasons why she kicked me out.”

“She should have put a plastic bag over your head and finished the job.”

“I tried that once during sex. Great orgasms but it ruined the money shot.”

“Oh, dear God…”

“Yes, all glory to the Deer God!”

Elise, if you watch the news and happen to see that our flight got hijacked and crashed somewhere, just know it was me. You’ll understand why I did it.

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Momo, Sonja, Chloe, and Leah sat on the couch in Elise’s living room, looking out the window behind it. They all had the same thought: ‘Lorraine’s car is going to come back up the driveway right… now.’ Slithering by, Elise stopped and checked at them, overwhelmed by how pitiful they looked. She had just served everyone lunch, and while the girls ate gratefully, they had done so quickly so that they could rush back to the couch and keep a lookout. Maybe keeping them busy would cheer them up a bit.

“I think it’s time for you girls to see what you’re in for. Betty, could you give them a crash course?”

Betty got up from the dinner table and cricked her neck. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. All right, everyone, back to work.”

Elise watched as the eight hybrids strolled outside to the barn, chuckling at the ridiculous sight.

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While it took a lot longer than I had expected, we were up in the air on our way to LaGuardia. Lorraine was sitting next to me, finally quiet. Since we were packed together with the other passengers, we weren’t able to talk about our pets and it seemed that she had run out of ways to annoy me. The plane had finally reached its cruising altitude and at last, I could relax. Ah, a window seat on an airplane with a cold drink and Time magazine. It’s blissful.

“So, what was it like having anal sex with my sister?”

I, along with several other people, choked on our drinks, as everyone within earshot turned their heads in utter disbelief that such a question would be asked out loud. I glared at Lorraine, who had a look of smug satisfaction upon finding a new way to embarrass me.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you even ask that?”

“Just tell me whose idea it was. Did you have to dominate her or did she ask for it? I heard you two from the guest room but I had no idea you were taking the dirt road.”

“I refuse to discuss this with you.”

“Did you give her a Dirty Sanchez?”

“I’m not answering.”

“Did she give you a Cleveland Steamer?”

“You’re going to get us arrested.”

“Knowing her, there probably wasn’t any lube. But she might have used something else, maybe… moisturizer? It was all frothy afterwards, wasn’t it?”

“Jesus Christ, there are kids nearby that can hear you!”

“Oh, that would have been fun to watch. I bet she was really awkward at it, like a newborn horse standing up for the first time. Did you ever bend over those three lovely ladies like that?”

“No, I didn’t, and I really wish you’d shut up.”

Finally, the flight attendant came over. “Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to keep your voice down. Your conversation is disturbing the other passengers.”

Lorraine held up her empty cup. “Sorry, I tend to blather when I’m sober.”

The woman took the hint and gave her some mini bottles. The liquor pacified Lorraine for a bit, giving the passengers some time to try and forget the conversation ever happened. But after a while, she leaned over to me and spoke in a whisper.

“There is something I need to tell you. Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes. Knock on the door four times.”

Oh Jesus, what was it now?

Lorraine got up from her seat and made her way down the aisle to the bathroom. It was vacant and she locked herself inside. Honestly, I really didn’t want to get up. I really didn’t want to hear what she had to say. I would have been perfectly content to just continue reading my magazine, but two minutes passed and I knew I had to go find out what was so urgent. I got up and made the same trip she had, reaching the bathroom. I made four soft knocks on the door and she pulled me in. We faced each other in the cramped airplane bathroom.

“What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Oh my God, you have got amazing pores. What kind of face soap do you use?”

“Get on with it!”

“Ok! Ok! What I need to tell you is of the utmost importance.” She took a deep breath. “I wanna fuck. Let’s join the mile-high club.”

In a flash, her pants and underwear were on the floor.

“I’m going back to my seat,” I growled. I tried to open the bathroom door but she stopped me.

“Come on! It’s been too long since I last got some dick! I haven’t had sex for almost six hours!”

“You have serious issues, you know that? You are messed up!”

“Not to mention horny and bored!” She sat up on the sink and wrapped her legs around me so that I could leave. “If you fuck me now, I promise I won’t say another word until we leave the airport!”

Now that was an offer I just couldn’t refuse. Plus, an orgasm would hopefully raise my spirits a bit and make me feel better.

“Damn it, fine!”

I then attacked her, one hand over her mouth and the other between her legs. I kept her muzzled, not wanting to hear her voice as I forced my fingers into her pussy. I worked my digits in her with violent force, not for the sake of pleasure, but simply to make sure that she was nice and wet. My aggression seemed to be to her liking, though, as even through my hand, I could hear her moans. Living in a house with four beautiful women, I had mastered the tactic of fingering, pumping my arm back and forth like the firing pin of a machine gun. My efforts sent droplets of her arousal splashing onto my arm.

Once I was sure she was ready to go, I unsheathed my sword. Unfortunately, it was a two-hand job, and as soon as my hand was off her mouth, she leaned forward and forced her tongue into my mouth. She had her arms wrapped around my neck, refusing to let me open up any space. Though my attempts were clumsy, I was able to whip out my dick. I was only at half-mast, as the smell of an airplane toilet and the plastic walls don’t exactly put one in the mood to make the beast with two backs.

I forced myself inside her, and initially, I was just pushing rope, but after a few thrusts, my body got its act together and my flopping worm turned into a rigid drill. I began slamming into her, using all the strength I had as if to punish her for how much she had annoyed me today. The bathroom around us was shaking from my thrusts, the locked door rattling. Lorraine never pulled her lips from mine, her tongue probing every corner of my mouth as if she was looking for something. I moved my hands down, grabbing her ass and lifting her off the sink before I pushed her against the wall. Her legs were wrapped tightly around me, daring me to go deeper and deeper.

She didn’t cum, but I did, and only after a couple minutes. It was rare for me to be that quick, but I just wanted this to be done and over with. I lowered her to the floor and she looked at me with eyes full of disappointment.

“That’s it? That’s the best you can do? I was expecting a lot more than that after the stories your girls told me. Congratulations, I really don’t feel like talking to you anymore.”

She tried to move past me to her clothes by I grabbed her. I spun her around and bent her over the sink, then forced her legs apart. “Damn it, I got enough ridicule from Betty and I’m not going to get it from you! To answer your question, here’s what it was like fucking your sister in the ass!”

I mounted Lorraine from behind, my manhood driving deep into her anus with a single, brutal shove. She cried out, unquestionably loud enough for plenty of passengers to hear, but I didn’t care. I rammed her as hard and fast as I could, ignoring the friction as I sodomized her, using my sperm as lubricant. Again and again, her brown ass clapped against my lap, almost looking like some kind of black and white cubist painting that you’d find in a hipster café.

“Now that’s more like it!” Lorraine laughed, pushing against the wall so her face wasn’t pressed to the mirror.

“Just shut up already!” I barked back as a forced my fingers into her mouth.

With the first shot fired, I was now able to last much longer, brutalizing Lorraine, much to her enjoyment. Every few minutes, she would moan from an orgasm and expect me to pull out, but I didn’t. Eventually, she was just leaning against the mirror with a dead look in her eyes, drained of strength. My hand was coated in saliva. At last, I had my second orgasm, filling up her anal cavity with semen. I pulled out of her, leaving her with a double creampie.

“Damn, none of the pillar men have had the courage to fuck me that hard,” she groaned.

I was too tired to answer. I just cleaned myself off with some toilet paper and left her there. When I came out of the bathroom, every single passenger, including the two flight attendants, was staring at me with wide eyes. I was a little proud of that. But I ignored the looks and returned to my seat. A couple minutes later, Lorraine stepped out of the bathroom with a very content look on her face.

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Lorraine kept her word, not speaking or making any noise for the rest of the trip. We got off the plane and left the airport without annoyance or incident, but as soon as we stepped onto the sidewalk…

“I hope I get gills.”

“What?”

“You had anal sex with my sister and she gained a giant snake tail. Now you’ve had anal sex with me and I’m hoping that I’ll transform too. I’d love to have gills or even wings! Actually, what I’d really like is a nice kangaroo pouch that I could keep my stuff in. Maybe ass fucking is the key to all of this!”

“The silence was nice while it lasted.”

“Yeah, but that time is over now. It’s back to annoying you.”

Too cheap to call a cab and too lazy to just walk, we waited for the airport shuttle to arrive and rode it to the nearby Comfort Inn. Our bags in hand, we strode over to the reception desk.

“Hi, can we get two rooms for the next two nights?” I asked the woman sitting behind the desk.

“Actually, just make it one room,” said Lorraine. I shot her a dirty look. “What? I’m just going to end up spending all my time in your room. You should know by now that I need constant adult supervision. Besides, this is cheaper.”

I rubbed my forehead and turned back to the receptionist. “One room, make it a double.”

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It was a busy afternoon for the girls, being instructed on how they would be taking care of the cows. They were used to doing chores around the house, but they had never dealt with the needs of other animals before. With the sun setting, Elise called everyone in for dinner. The dining room table was packed, with the girls on one side, the guys on the other, and Betty and Elise at the ends. Dinner for the night was pork chops and mashed potatoes. Elise offered the girls the chance to eat as they normally would, but they claimed they wanted to sit at the table with everyone.

Dinner was noisy and cheerful, several voices overlapping each other.

“So, girls, how do you like the farm life?” Elise asked.

“It’s hard,” Momo whined.

“I can’t believe you and Lorraine were able to do so much on your own!” said Sonja with her tail wagging.

“Yes,” said Steve, “it’s definitely hard, very hard. We get here every day and work and work and work, but we’re happy to do it because Mistress asks us. And we love Elise and we want to help because she’s been so good to us. But it’s very hard work and it’s exhausting and-“

“Steve, don’t talk with your mouth full,” said Elise.

“I just find it so weird being on the other end, to now be the farmer instead of the animal,” Betty lamented with a glass of wine in her hand. “To think I’m now taking care of the boys and girls I grew up with, not to mention the boys and girls I gave birth to.”

“It’s nice that you can tell us what they like and don’t like,” Chloe squeaked.

Betty leaned over and ruffled her hair. “Yep, and they definitely like you.”

“Elise, do you ever think you’ll be able to come outside?” Tobi asked.

Elise sighed. “I don’t know if I have it in me to move my body across that disgusting ground. My house is literally surrounded by cow shit. I think it’s just better that I take care of things in the house.”

“Please come outside!” Sonja pleaded. “I want to see how fast you can go! I want to run around and chase you!”

Elise chuckled. “Maybe someday.”

All attention was drawn to the kitchen as the phone began to ring. Begrudgingly (due to how she had to untangle herself from around her chair and the table legs), Elise got up to answer it.

“Hello? Oh good, you made it safe and sound! I was just wondering when–“

Elise was knocked to the ground by the four girls as they all clambered for the phone. “MASTER!” they all cried.

“Hey girls, how are you doing?” I asked from my hotel room.

“We miss you!” they said. For Leah, it was just a wordless whimper.

“I know, I miss you too. I definitely wish I was home right now, I miss feeling your soft heads and rubbing your ears. I also wish you were here with me. I’d love for you to see the city.”

Elise got up and snatched away the phone. “Is my sister there with you?”

“Heeeeeey! Guess who just emptied the minibar! Glad I’m not paying!”

This time it was the pillar men who ran over and clambered for the phone. They swarmed in like they were chasing a football, unintentionally knocking the girls over and piling onto Elise. “We miss you, Mistress!” they howled while shedding manly tears.

Completely buried under the girls and the pillar men, Elise struggled for freedom, feeling like she was going to suffocate. “Betty, a little help!”

Grunting in annoyance, Betty got up from the table and flipped the clamoring pile off Elise with one of her hooves. She helped her up and handed her the phone. She had to catch her breath before she could say anything.

“So, I’m assuming you’re in your hotel room and everything has gone fine?”

“For the most part,” I replied.

“Hey, Elise! Guess who just joined the mile-high club!”

Elise covered her hand with her face. “Oh dear God…”

“Yes, all glory to the Deer God!”

“Sorry, it was the only thing I could do to shut her up. Do you have any idea how much effort she’s put into being a pain in the ass?”

Elise shuddered as childhood memories filled her mind. “Yeah, I have an idea. I guess I should have warned you, but I thought you would be able to handle it.”

“She tried to have a detailed discussion about sodomy on the plane. One of the flight attendants had to bribe her with liquor so that she wouldn’t make the passengers throw up. I didn’t sign up for this.”

“Yeah, well, she’s your responsibility for the next few days. If she gets too annoying, just pinch her hips or the backs of her arms, that usually crushes her spirit.”

“I was thinking of something more like a silver stake through her heart. Can you put the girls back on the phone?”

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It was early to bed for everyone, though after a day on a farm, that’s easy to adhere to. The pillar men were sleeping in Lorraine’s old room, while the girls were sharing the parents’ room with Betty. Leah was camped out in Elise’s bathtub, wrapped in wet towels. The house was filled with the sound of teeth being brushed, every sink occupied. With their mattress on the floor, the girls all stripped down and prepared for bed.

“Just to warn you, I snore,” said Betty, sitting on the guest bed.

“Master does too, sometimes,” Sonja replied.

Chloe gave a small sigh. “I miss Master.”

“Momo misses Master too.”

“He’ll be back before you know it. Goodnight, girls,” said Betty as she turned off the light.

“Goodnight.”

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Elise groaned and turned off her alarm, waking up before there was even a single glimmer of light on the horizon. She was used to getting up well before dawn, though it had become much more of a hassle as of late. The reason? Even if she was awake, her tail remained asleep. Her upper body, her human body, was still warm-blooded, but her long snake tail had an entirely separate metabolism and needed to absorb heat to be usable, so unless she kept her tail warm, it would be limp and useless. It was ok during the day, but it was always cold in the mornings.

With great effort, Elise crawled out of bed and towards the bathroom. Dragging behind a giant length of sleeping muscle made it an arduous adventure. In the bathroom, she found Leah sleeping in the tub. Elise drained the water and turned on the shower. As hot water sprayed Leah, she began to rise, cursed with a cold body like Elise.

“Can you help me get in there?” she asked.

Leah hurriedly obeyed, climbing out of the tub and then helping lift Elise and her tail inside. She groaned in bliss when the hot water poured on her black scales, reawakening the cold muscles. Once she was warmed up, she dried herself off and headed downstairs with Leah, to find that Betty had already woken everyone else up and helping prepare breakfast. Normally Elise would have finished milking the cows before having breakfast, but she and Betty decided to be lenient on the new arrivals.

“Ah, there she is,” said Betty, handing Elise a hot cup of coffee. “I was about to go up there and get you myself.”

“I wish you had transformed a long time ago. You are a lifesaver,” Elise replied as she took a deep drink.

“You like it? I added the cream myself.”

Elise nearly choked on her coffee.

In the dining room, the girls and pillar men were eating breakfast, all of them utterly exhausted. Never before had they woken up so early, at least not since they transformed. Momo was suffering the most, used to a very slothful lifestyle. She became a little more active once her stomach was full, but the fact the sun had yet to rise was really raining on her mood.

“Ok, everyone, let’s move out,” said Betty.

Leaving Elise in the house, the hybrids headed outside and into the barn to begin tending to the cows. First came the milking. There were more than two dozen cows to take care of and everything had to be done by hand. The girls had already been shown how to do it the previous afternoon and the pillar men were well used to working on the farm, so they jumped right in, each with varying results.

Momo was doing quite well with her cows, drawing milk from their udders with natural talent. She simply imagined she was giving the cows very gentle handjobs. She certainly had plenty of experience. Sonja was having a little more trouble, often working her hands too vigorously and causing the cows to groan and stomp their feet in annoyance. It took her a while to find a steady rhythm. For Chloe, the issue was that she was being too gentle, always doubting herself and afraid of hurting her cows. She would have been at it all day if not for Betty giving her some advice. The cows that Leah worked with were very happy, appreciating how the slime on her hands acted as a lubricant and cut down on the friction.

Once the cows were milked, then came the feeding. All the cows were served a special mixture of hay, grain, soy, and various vitamins and minerals. They came prepackaged in large feed bags which had to be hauled over to the feeding troughs. Sonja, Momo, Chloe, and Leah could each only carry one at a time, though Chloe and Leah actually had to work together. Betty could carry two at once. And the pillar men? With all the muscles they had been born with, they were like living forklifts.

With the adult cows fed, now came the calves. Each one was bottle-fed warm milk, with the girls fawning over the small creatures.

“I want to run and play with these guys! Can I? Can I?” Sonja asked Betty, hugging a calf and nuzzling it with her face.

“Sorry, but they’re not quite ready for that, and they’re a little too timid.” She then spoke directly to the calf. “These are the nice girls I told you about, remember? They’ll be helping to take care of you for a few days. Don’t worry, they’re perfectly safe.” She eyed Sonja. “Except for that one, she’s a little rambunctious. Other than that- Hey, cut that out!” She turned her attention to Momo, who was sneaking a drink from the bottle she was supposed to be giving her calf.

Nearby, Chloe was doing quite well, her calf snuggling right up to her while it fed. Next to her, Leah was giggling as her baby cow licked her hands and face, much more enticed by the fluid on her skin than the milk in the bottle. And of course, there were the muscular pillar men, feeding and holding their calves and looking like something out of a farmer-themed Abercrombie & Fitch catalog.

Whether it was staying in their pen to continue eating or going out into the pastures to graze, the cows were left to enjoy their day, while everyone worked to clean the stalls, shoveling out manure and soiled bedding. It was hard for the girls, who all had a sharp sense of smell. Tobi was the same way.

“Damn it, why can’t you just crap in the corner?” Betty barked, arguing with a bull napping on a rubber mat in his stall. “No, that is not a lot to ask for! It’s pretty damn easy to just stand in one spot and do it! What? Of course I did! I was always very neat, but you’ve always been a messy son of a bitch! Really? You’re seriously bringing that up now? We agreed never to talk about that. Don’t you put that on me! You were the one that started the fire! No, it was you! I did what I had to do!”

Everyone just did their best to ignore the argument, though once they heard Betty drop her shovel, they rushed over and pulled her away from the bull before she could take a swing at him. Cleaning the stalls took up the entire morning, followed then by another round of milking. Afterwards, Elise called everyone in for lunch, and then it was back outside for jobs like fence maintenance, rearranging the cows’ food, and other outside chores. Inside, Elise was taking care of paperwork and doing everything she could to make sure no one came up the driveway.

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Lorraine and I got up early the next morning. We were going to hit the Bronx zoo and spend the whole day transforming the animals. We were both nervous as we rode down the hotel elevator.

“I’m not sure I can do this,” said Lorraine.

“What, are you chickening out now?”

“No, I mean I really don’t know if it’s physically possible. You did it to that salamander but I haven’t had a chance to try it myself. What if it doesn’t happen?”

“Just work the shaft.”

Lorraine’s face scrunched up in snorting laughter. “Ok, that was pretty damn good.”

“Look, there’s no point worrying about it now. We’ll just see what happens when we get there.”

“Maybe I could practice on a rat or a pigeon.”

“Knowing you, if you did transform a rat, you wouldn’t be able to tell his dick from his tail. They’d probably hang at the same length.”

“See, why couldn’t you be like this yesterday?”

We ate breakfast at the hotel and then took a cab over to the zoo. We arrived at the Dancing Crane Plaza but found it much more crowded than we thought we could. It was the middle of the week, but families with kids of all ages were having the time of their lives. All around me, food stalls were packed, souvenir shops were being raided, and the trash cans were overflowing with garbage.

“What the hell is going on? I expected there to be people, but not this many.”

“Maybe everyone is taking advantage of a teacher in-service day or something. Besides, this is a good thing. More people will see the results of our work and we can blend in with the crowds.”

“I guess so. Let’s check a map.”

We got a map and looked it over, choosing our path for the day.

“The children’s zoo is nearby, should we start there?” Lorraine suggested.

“Nah, I know this is a weekday, but I don’t want you traumatizing any kids. A little girl could be petting a coat, you transform it, and bam, she finds a giant kielbasa dangling over her head and she’s scarred for life.”

“Oh please, like you’d do any better. A little boy would be petting a pig. You transform it. Now he’s got a giant pair of titties in his face and he’s catapulted into puberty before he’s even lost his baby teeth.”

“Let’s do the mouse house first. We can start on the small stuff there.”

We waded through the crowds to the rodent exhibit. Unlike the homes of the larger animals, the mouse house was an enclosed building, using controlled lighting to comfort the nocturnal creatures. Each rodent had its own enclosure, similar to its natural habitat.

“So, should we just do all of them?” Lorraine asked as we passed by the display pens.

“Nah, that would draw too much attention. Anyone watching the security footage would realize that we were present at every transformation. I was thinking we’d zigzag and hit the same areas more than once.” We stopped at one of the enclosures, holding a chinchilla. The little ball of fluff was rolling around in dust to clean its thick white fur. “I got to pet a chinchilla once at my birthday. It was like petting a cloud. You wanna try?”

“Is it male or female?”

I checked the description. “Male.”

“Ok, then this will be good.”

She leaned in towards the glass, staring at the furry creature, focusing on it with all her might. It happened in an instant, the tiny rodent instantly expanding into a full-grown human. He had thick white hair and large, flapping ears like a chinchilla, as well as a long tail. But unlike the pillar men, he wasn’t huge and muscular. Rather, he was short and scrawny, with androgynous looks that would let him pass for male or female. It was shocking how much he looked like Chloe, and despite his size, he appeared to be an adult, or at least a young adult. He was sitting in his enclosure, eyes wide with surprise.

“Huh, so I guess all rodents look like that when they transform.”

“Actually, I think I did that on purpose,” said Lorraine, leaning towards the glass. A perverse grin appeared on her face. “It’s a bit of fantasy of mine, a small, effeminate, shy-looking guy that I can dominate. And he’s young, too, like he just graduated high school. Oh, but he was too nervous to ever get a girlfriend, so it’s up to me to pop his cherry and turn him into a man.” She paused to wipe the slobber from her lips. “I’ll dress him up like a pretty little doll in my clothes and watch him squirm as I tickle his prostate with my-“

“Ok, I have heard way too much. Time to move on.”

“No! I want to have a trap of my very own!”

I had to physically pull her away, wanting to be off in the distance before anyone saw the transformed chinchilla. We moved further on down the exhibit, but in just a couple minutes, I heard a woman scream behind us as she found the naked chinchilla man that we had left behind. I was feeling bad for the poor guy. This would certainly be scary and confusing for the animals. We moved on to an enclosure holding a fennec fox, a tiny canine from Africa. It had massive ears and a bushy tail, with its fur resembling a toasted marshmallow. It was only about eight inches tall and about a foot and a half long. I really wanted to pet it. According to the info board next to the enclosure, she was named Lola.

“Ok, this one’s a female. Your turn.”

I stared at the diminutive fox, imagining what she might turn into. It happened when I blinked, the creature expanding and changing into the form of a young woman. She had short, white hair tinged with brown with her ears poking through, and a fluffy tail of the same color. As for height and breast size, she was right between Chloe and Momo. Honestly, she looked like the possible child between Chloe and Tobi. Like the chinchilla man, she was first confused, trying to understand her new body and having no idea what just happened. Then she looked at me, her eyes wide. She leaned towards the glass, resting her hand on it. I mirrored her, our palms meeting but with the pane between them.

I thought back to Leah, how she had immediately pounced on me after she transformed. Did this little fox have the same instinct? Did she see me as her creator?

“We should stop this,” I said, “it’s not fair to force this on them.”

“No, we need to keep going. One way or another, your girls and my boys are going to be discovered, but we can at least do it on our terms and try to soften the blow. You’ve already turned her, there’s no going back. You might as well give her company.”

I leaned forward and kissed the window, the closest I could get to the girl. “Just wait, I’ll see you again.”

We continued on through the exhibit, each of us turning two more animals. By the time we left, I was feeling better. After all, I might as well enjoy myself while I’m here.

“Let’s hit the world of reptiles next,” I said.

“You don’t want to go to the bug carousel or butterfly garden?”

“I’ve never transformed a bug before, and I’m worried that if I do one now, it will start happening on its own. I really don’t need the bee’s nest near my home to become a nudists’ colony.”

Leaving behind the mouse house in an uproar, we moved through the crowds towards the world of reptiles. Like the last exhibit, the animals were kept in a building so that the temperature in their enclosures could be better monitored.

“So, who would you rather do? A centaur, or a skunk girl that sprays you when she cums?” Lorraine asked.

“Oh, that’s a hard one. When you say centaur, you mean the whole human top half and horse bottom half, right?”

“Yep, you could bang her and then ride her into battle.”

“If I pick the centaur, can I use a condom?”

“If you use a condom, you’ll have to go down on her.”

“Fuck. If I pick the skunk, do I have to make her cum?”

“I ought to punch you in the dick just for asking that. Of course you do, it’s your job as a man.”

“I’ll take the skunk girl, then. I have a theory that water makes their spray smell worse, and I’ve always wanted to try washing it with olive oil instead.”

We looked down into a large cage, made to mimic the Florida swamps with half a dozen alligators lazily swimming about. This time, there were other people around.

“I can’t tell the males from the females. Should we just both go for it?” Lorraine suggested.

“I guess so.”

We both closed our eyes, willing the phenomenon to happen. It was much different now that we couldn’t see or focus on our target.

“I’m not feeling anything,” said Lorraine, still with her eyes closed. “Should we maybe do a rain dance or something?”

“Nah, that won’t work. We should probably sacrifice someone on a stone altar and rip out their heart to appease the gods.”

A scream then made us jump and we opened our eyes. Down below, two people had appeared in the water. One was a hulking man, as tall as Betty. Like Alex, the iguana, he had a long scaly tail, and with a strip of bone-like ridges going up his spine. However, they continued up over his scalp, taking the place of hair instead of the mohawk that Alex had. The other was a woman, a few inches taller than me, with a similar tail and the reptilian scales covering her scalp. Their skin was a brownish-green.

“Goddamn, I’d fuck them both,” said Lorraine.

Around us, people were freaking out at the sudden appearance of the two hybrids. Unsurprisingly, everyone was too shocked by their arrival to question how they got there. People who actually saw the transformation refused to believe their eyes, those who noticed the tails believed them to simply be costumes. Everyone was worried that they would be eaten by the other gators, while of course horrified by the fact that they were completely naked.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.”

We hurried on, needing to turn more reptiles. Drawn by the commotion around the alligator enclosure, people were rushing past us. We came to a stop at an anaconda display. The scaly noodle was dozing on a tree branch under the light of a heat lamp.

“You got buns, hun’?” Lorraine asked.

“Ugh, I hate that song. Ok, it’s a female. I’m up.”

A moment of focus was all that it took, for the pane of glass separating us from the snake shattered, the enclosure being filled with a rapidly expanding body. She fell out of the pen, a snake woman just like Elise. Her human body was white, while her snake tail kept the colors and patterns of her original anaconda body, with her hair matching. Once she had realized what had happened to her, she simply curled up back in her warm enclosure, returning to her nap.

We moved on to the frog section and left behind a black and yellow Adonis with webbed fingers and toes. I was beginning to think we might not be able to spend the whole day doing our work. With the building commotion we were leaving behind, the whole zoo might be evacuated. We had to pick up the pace and decided to move on to the baboon reserve.

“Your turn. Who would you rather do? A slug guy, or a pig guy who’s been rolling around in filth?”

“Are they hot? What’s the nose situation?”

“They fit your usual tastes, but the slug guy looks like an albino Namekian and the pig guy… imagine if Kevin Bacon got a bee sting in the nose and then ran into a brick wall.”

“So you’re a DBZ fan! I knew there was something!”

“Come on, who didn’t grow up watching Goku fight Frieza after school?”

“The slug guy, is he slippery or sticky?”

“Sticky, and it’ll take forever to wash out of your hair.”

“What about the pig guy? He’s just been rolling around in mud, right?”

“It’s a pig pen. The ingredients of said filth is the gamble you’ll have to take.”

“I’ll take the slug guy. I’ll lick him clean like he’s covered in butter.”

“The girls and I did the same with Leah.”

Unlike the last two exhibits, the baboon reserve was outside, letting us finally enjoy the spring sunlight. We were walking down paths between fenced-in areas, filled with trees and grass and inhabited by a multitude of different animals. We came to one of the baboon pens, seeing them climbing back and forth across the trees, grooming each other with their young on their back.

“We should probably pick some that don’t have kids,” said Lorraine.

“Agreed.”

Like with the alligators, we simply closed our eyes and tried to expand whatever force or field we seemed to emit, though we mentally wished it wouldn’t affect anyone with babies. When we opened our eyes, two hybrids had appeared on the grass. The male had Lorraine’s preferred bulk, with a fuzzy tail and a chest covered in white hair. Rather than his face, his neck was covered in a thick beard. The woman had the same hair around her head and neck, almost like she was wrapped up in a furry scarf, as well as the tail, but it was something else that left Elise and staring. She had the largest ass I had ever seen, surpassing even Betty’s, but it looked firm, her skin perfectly smooth. It was colored red, a means of her attracting a mate.

“Oh… my… pawg…” Lorraine gasped.

“Don’t you mean ‘God’?”

“I know what I said.”

“Jesus, I want to build a house upon that ass. I want to build a nation on that ass. I want to wage a war to protect that ass,” I said.

“I’ll write the national anthem for that ass if you promise to make me the vice president.”

From there, we continued on through the zoo, stopping at every enclosure and breaking only for lunch. It was amazing to see how different animals appeared in their human form; horns, feathers, tails, and so on. The complexion of them seemed to vary wildly though. In some cases, it seemed that their skin tone depended on the original color of their fur, in other cases it depended on their country of origin, and the majority were just random. At one point, we ended up the Congo Gorilla Forest. We each transformed two great apes, their skin tone ranging from white as mine to dark as Lorraine’s.

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“Let’s see… I never… used drugs while having sex,” I said. Lorraine and I were playing ‘I Never’ and drinking sodas spiked with mini bottles from our hotel room.

“Wuss,” Lorraine replied before drinking. “I never went to a school dance without having sex.” Her challenges were really just a means of making fun of me.

I grudgingly drank. “Ok, I… never took a dump on someone’s chest after sex.”

“What kind of twisted slut do you take me for?!”

“You didn’t drink, I’m surprised.”

“Of course I didn’t drink!”

“But it’s on your bucket list, isn’t it?”

She muttered a curse and drank from her cup.

As we played, we walked past a pair of humanoid peacocks. The male had bright, colorful feathers growing from his scalp instead of hair, with similar feathers growing from the base of his spine as a tail. Each feather was the size of a canoe. He looked like an even more flamboyant version of Steve. He was Liberace’s wet dream. The female was surprisingly plain.

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“Goddamn, we are getting good at this.”

Lorraine and I were admiring our newest creations, two African lions. I’ll admit it, the male lion was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. Bronze skin, a thick mane of hair, and a physique I could never get in my wildest dreams. And of course, he had the tail and feline ears. He was standing on top of a boulder, staring back at zoo patrons that were hypnotized by his six-pack and giant schlong. If they made a fourth Expendables movie, it could just be two hours of this guy beating up everyone else while in the nude and it would win an Oscar.

“I’ll be honest, your guy is making me question my sexuality a bit,” I said.

“Your African queen has already made me bi,” she responded.

The lioness’s appearance was strangely different from the other girls (aside from her animal attributes of course). Chloe, Momo, and Sonja had sort of a soft beauty, an innocent sexiness. The woman below me had a slightly older appearance, around my age, with a beauty that could almost be called… sharper, almost piercing. Momo, Sonja, and Chloe looked like their natural state would be frolicking naked or napping in a sunbeam. She looked like her natural state would be wearing a black micro bikini with high heels, using her soapy tits to wash an SUV in a commercial. The fact that her tan skin wasn’t oiled was an affront to God. Her blonde hair was only an inch long, showing off her ears.

She was lying on her side, flashing everyone her naked body while she soaked up the sun. Her tail curled and flicked, her ears twitching as she listened to the voices of the shocked masses.

“I think Betty did too good a job of breaking my spirit. I suddenly have the desire to let that bronze goddess step on my dick with stilettos.”

“Sorry, can’t talk, I’m too focused on planning my next rape fantasy story, staring Simba over there.”

I don’t know how long we stood there, gawking.

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We were at the Zoo Center, looking at a rhino that Lorraine had just transformed. He had a large tusk growing out of the bridge of his nose and his skin was gray. Like all of Lorraine’s creations, he was built like a brick shithouse. Being around her, I had become used to seeing hulks that completely outclassed me physically. The shame had dulled.

“Do you think we should be worrying about what we’re doing to these species?” Lorraine asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Well a lot of the animals in zoos are there for their own protection so that they can breed safely. We’re kind of taking them off the market.”

“As if that was worst crime against nature we’ve committed today.”

“Meh, good point.”

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Before we could even choose to leave, we were forced out by the security and the police. People were panicking with the sudden appearance of the humanoid animals, most of them thinking they were just furries on drugs, but many realized that they weren’t normal people. Whatever was going on, no one could explain it, but no one could ignore what was going on. Now all we had to do was wait.

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“Unh, fuck!” Lorraine cried out.

Were in our hotel room. She was lying face-down on the bed and I was on top. I had my arm around her neck and was violently sodomizing her. Despite my vicious thrusts and choking hold I had her in, I wasn’t in a bad mood or mad at her. I had pretty much gotten used to her, but she insisted that hate-fucking was the best fucking and told me to channel all of my frustration from yesterday.

“Why the hell do you like country music?! Country music sucks!” I yelled.

It was easier than I thought it would be.

I sat up, gripping her ass cheeks and watching my manhood slide into her back door. I wanted to take a picture and make it my phone background. I pulled out and spread her cheeks, looking into her gaping asshole. I spat into the opening, using it as lube when I rammed back into her.

“Harder! It’s supposed to hurt!” she demanded.

“And I hate your pick of candy! People who eat peanut m&ms should be herded into concentration camps!”

I got on my knees and pulled her onto all fours. I squeezed her left breast with a strangling grip, making her scream as I began thrusting into her. The harder I strangled her tits, the louder she cried, but the fact that she was diddling herself gave me the impression she was enjoying it. She was an annoying bitch but she could take a pounding. She was throwing herself back at me, slamming me with her ass so I was forced as deep into her as possible. I had once heard that the doors of hotel rooms were heavy in order to soundproof the room, but her lewd moans were sure putting that to the chest.

“Ah! I’m cumming! Hit me!” she moaned.

I flipped her onto her back, grabbing her throat with one hand and slapping her again and again. Her eyes rolled back into her head as choked and struck her, all with my manhood still punishing her anus. Every time I slapped her, her moans sharpened in pitch as my hand dampened with her saliva and tears. Finally, she reached that perfect chime, cumming again and again as I pumped her full of semen.

We separated, gasping for air and soaked in each other’s fluids. I think I was starting to warm up to her.

“You’re getting pretty good at that. I can feel the hate flowing through you,” Lorraine said.

“When I was choking you, I was thinking back to when we were at the airport and you put your used gum in my back pocket and I knew I couldn’t salvage those jeans.”

As I cleaned myself off, my phone began to ring. “Hello?”

“Are you near a TV?” It was Elise.

“Yeah, why?”

“You need to see the news, any channel. We’re watching it on CNN.”

I turned on the TV to CNN. It was a live view of the parking lot from the Bronx Zoo, filled with police vans and tents. A woman was covering the story, and behind her, cops and men in biohazard suits were walking back and forth.

“I see that you two have been very busy today,” said Elise. “We’re all watching it here at home. Both the girls and pillar men have their eyes glued to the TV.”

“There is still no answers as to the sudden appearance of these strange animal enthusiasts or how they even infiltrated the enclosures,” said the news correspondent. “Zoo officials are claiming a tampering of their security camera system allowed these people to change into their strange costumes without being seen. Due to their unusual behavior, police are testing them for drugs.”

“Jesus,” I said as Lorraine’s lion man came into view, escorted by police into a CDC van. He was wearing handcuffs and had a Hannibal-style mask over his mouth to keep him from biting those around him.

“I’ll kill you all! How dare you put your hands on me?!” he yelled. He was definitely the king of the jungle.

“Check it out,” said Lorraine, looking at her phone, “it’s all over the internet. #animalpeople isn’t just trending, it’s exploding. People throughout the park saw a lot of the transformations, there are even videos already on YouTube.”

“Those guys are from the CDC,” said Elise. “They’re trying to pass it off as some kind of flash mob or PETA demonstration, but it’s obvious that they’ve already realized what’s going on.” There was obvious terror in her voice as she imagined herself being hauled away like that.

“Yep, the conspiracy theorists are already going nuts. So, what do we do now?” asked Lorraine.

“Tomorrow we go home,” I said. “Once there, I’ll call the CDC and tell them I know what caused all this. By then, they should be so desperate for answers that they’ll believe whatever I say and will be willing to help.”

“Or they’ll dissect you.”

“Or that.”

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The daytime news eventually ended, replaced with the more intense evening news. Now information had been compiled and was being released. There was cell phone footage of the transformed animals, some in their enclosures, some escaping, and some even fighting with the police and zoo security. There was one video of the snake woman I had created, slithering down the sidewalk with officers chasing after her. When they got too close, she’d knock them back with her tail, sending them flying through the air. Of course, since this was cable news, her breasts and vagina were pixilated. There was another video of a woman with white hair who had originally been a monkey, climbing along trees and hanging from branches with her tail.

There was wild speculation from every news station, different pundits calling it a promotional event, an animal rights protest, a flash mob, or just a gathering of furries on PCP. Online, most people watching the videos or reading the stories commented the classic “fake and gay”, but there were others who were saying that what was going on was real, and had come to realize that these were not ordinary humans. The presence of the CDC was helping their argument and their faction was growing.

The CDC had already set up a basecamp, seizing a hospital in the Bronx and using it to house and isolate the hybrids, with all human patients being moved and redirected to other hospitals. It seemed that they weren’t even going to bother trying to come up with a cover story.

By the time we got on the plane that next day, protests had formed outside both the zoo and the hospital, demanding a release of the animal people and honest answers as to what was going on. People on the plane were too engrossed with news stories and YouTube videos to notice the noisy sex Lorraine and I were having in the bathroom.

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“Ah, it feels so good to be home,” said Lorraine as we pulled up Elise’s driveway.

A stampede was heard as we got out of the car, but not a stampede of cattle. We looked to the barn, having only a moment’s warning before a wave of grabbing arms and tearful eyes swept over us. I was knocked to the ground, my four girls on top of me, all of them crying.

“Shhh, girls, it’s ok. I’m here now. I missed you too.”

“Master, we want to go home!” she all begged.

“What?”

“Momo doesn’t want to work on a farm anymore!” Momo cried.

“I hate getting up before dawn!” Sonja added.

“I’m so tired!” Chloe sobbed.

And of course, Leah cried while frantically nodding her head.

I knew I shouldn’t have, but I laughed. “Oh, I missed you girls. Don’t worry, we’ll go home. I just need to speak with Elise first and get your things.”

Next to me, Lorraine was buried under a mountain of man muscle.

I got up and the girls followed me into the house, where Elise was waiting in the dining room, doing paperwork.

“Hey, welcome back,” she said.

“It’s great to be home, and I’d say our mission was a success.”

“It’s not over yet. I’m still trapped in my house and I need to have all the collected milk picked up.”

“Well, you can always let Lorraine move back in, she can speak on your behalf.”

“I really don’t want any of my bulls turning.”

“That’s just a risk you’ll have to take. I need to get these girls home. I have until next week when I’m expected back at work, so tomorrow, I’ll call the CDC and try to get the ball rolling.”

“Well you’ll be happy to know that your girls were a big help.”

“Thanks again for looking after them.”

“They certainly earned their keep.”

“Momo smells like hay and cow poop,” my cat whined.

We loaded my luggage and the girls’ belongings into my car, followed by strapping our mattress onto the roof. I drove us home, each of us giving a sigh of relief when we finally stepped through that door.

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My cock slid through Leah’s throat, making her whimper in bliss. Her enjoyment was also due to the two sets of lips on her nipples, Momo and Chloe sucking on her breasts and savoring her flavor. It could have also been from Sonja’s tongue slipping between the lips of her pussy, sampling her nectar, her salamander sweat, and the semen I had just emptied into her. Leah was on her back, her head hanging off the mattress. I was looking down at her exposed throat, her trachea and the muscles quivering as she gargled on my manhood. I was holding her head steady, keeping it in place as I had my way with her.

After a few minutes, I pulled out of her, leaving Leah’s face covered in a foamy mix of saliva and sperm. Immediately, my cock found its place in Momo’s mouth, the nympho cat greedy as ever. She licked me clean and then turned around with her rear in the air, presenting herself. I took her from behind, but instead of simply mounting her and grabbing her hips, I raised one leg, letting me lean over her. I grabbed one of her breasts and stuck my fingers in her mouth. She sucked them gluttonously, running her tongue between them and soaking my hand. I kneaded her breasts with a forceful grip, using just a little more strength than I usually would. Momo was blushing, her eyes swimming, drunk on sexual pleasure after being denied it for so long. She came almost immediately, but I didn’t stop, continuing to violate her and force her to experience orgasm after orgasm until I had one of my own.

With Momo down for the count, I sat on the bed and looked at Chloe. “Come here, sweetheart,” I said.

“Master!” she whimpered with a smile on her face and tears in her eyes.

She crawled over to me and I kissed her, just a soft peck at first, then with a little more energy. Our tongues wrapped around each other, flitting inside each other’s mouths. I invited her to sit on my lap, cradling her small body, my arms wrapped around her and my fingers running along the edges of her ears. At the foot of the bed, Sonja was watching us with her tail wagging. She was being very patient but I could hear her beginning to whine in jealousy. I would certainly have to reward her good behavior.

I turned Chloe around, her slender back against my chest. I worked myself inside her, penetrating her slit.

“Master,” Chloe gasped, feeling me buried in her down to the base.

Since I was sitting cross-legged, rather than thrusting into her, I simply gyrated my hips, keeping the depth while I stirred her up. She began to whimper as I toyed with her nipples, and even began to buck as I tickled her clitoris. I kissed and licked her neck, savoring the taste of her soft white skin. My arms were wrapped around her, enveloping her in my warmth. Like Momo, she was becoming intoxicated with lust, her mouth open and lewd tears streaming down her face. Seeing her expression, Sonja was now tense with jealousy. She wanted to be loved so intensely, to have her mind drowned with pleasure.

Chloe’s voice cut through the air like a whistle, her body convulsing from the waves of bliss rushing through her. As I had with Momo, I didn’t let up my attack, instead striking while the iron was hot and continuing to stimulate her. Again and again she came, but I didn’t stop until she finally passed out. I laid her next to Momo and turned to Sonja.

“Come here, puppy dog.”

I leaned in and we began to kiss, her tail spinning like a turbine. She thought I was going to invite her onto my lap, but instead I laid her on her back. She was panting in excitement, her breasts heaving. True, Betty had her outclassed, but Sonja’s breasts were home to me. She giggled as my tongue teased her delicate skin, causing her nipples to point out. I held her breasts together and nuzzled them with my face, using them as my playground. Sonja wrapped her arms around my head, holding me close, refusing to let me go. My fingers slipped inside her, finding her already soaking wet. She had been anxiously waiting for this.

I knew all of her special spots, everywhere to probe to make her happy. She was so soft, her muscles loosening, as if receding from my touch. I wiped my fingers off on her nipples and licked it back off, giving each supple point all of the love and attention it deserved. Sonja knew what was coming, and it was tantalizing enough for her to finally release me. She groaned in happiness when I penetrated her, my member kissing the depths of her womanhood. She wrapped her legs around me, but instead of simply driving into her then, I lifted her hips and moved her over so that her head was hanging off the edge of the bed like Leah’s had been, almost to the floor, with her long, floppy dog ears dangling. Held at that angle, her gargantuan breasts sloped towards her face, obstructing her view.

“Master?”

I didn’t answer her, instead beginning my assault on her cervix. She cried out, louder than she normally would. She tried to look over her breasts at me but couldn’t, and her mind begged for visual information in the face of such overwhelming pleasure. Unable to see me, see me slamming into her, it heightened the sensations and their intensity. All she could do was moan, moan and try to maintain her sanity through the overwhelming bliss. As I drilled her, my eyes were focused on her chest. Her bent back exposed her ribs, like a set of stairs leading to her tits. I wanted to nibble on them, just a little play bite, but the angle didn’t work. I’d have to save it for later. Instead, I simply let my tongue tickle the underside of her breasts. Dogs didn’t have a good sense of time, a problem that still persisted with Sonja and was exasperated by her current predicament. She didn’t know how long I fucked her, whether it was seconds, minutes, or hours. She didn’t even know how many times I made her cum, but finally, when her moans stopped, I lifted her back into bed and tucked her in.

I turned to Leah, still awake and eager to go another round.

“How about we take that hot bath I suggested?”

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“I need to speak with whoever is in charge of the New York investigation, it’s urgent.”

I was in the city of Portland, using a prepaid cell phone to call the CDC. It was probably the first time in years that someone used a prepaid phone for non-drug and rape business. It had taken an annoyingly long time, but I finally got an actual person to talk to me.

“I’m sorry, but we are not accepting civilian calls in regards to current CDC business.”

“Those zoo animals were transformed from animals into people. I was the one that caused it. Tell the guy in charge to check the security cameras. I was present at every recorded transformation.”

I hung up the phone, nervous as could be but pretty proud of myself. I felt like I was in one of the Bourne movies. I was sitting on a park bench, and after five minutes of waiting, the phone began to ring.

“My name is Dr. Lawrence. I’m told you have some information for me.”

“By now you should know that those people aren’t normal ‘people’. They’re not wearing costumes, they’re not on drugs, they’re animals that have become people. On the security footage, the transformation happened in only a second. The first one that appeared was a chinchilla man.”

“Ok, you have my attention.”

“I don’t know what to call this phenomenon, but it’s been happening for months.”

“You’re saying the zoo isn’t an isolated incident?”

“Several animals around me have transformed and I want to keep them safe. The zoo was on purpose. I wanted the world to see what was going on so that we wouldn’t just be snatched up and swept under the rug. Spending the rest of our lives in a government lab was a real concern.”

“I think you’ve watched a few too many movies. Can you start from the beginning?”

“It started in July. I woke up to find my cat had turned into a woman. In August, I took in a stray dog, and after a few weeks, it was the same thing. I woke up with a dog woman in my bed. I moved to a more remote location to keep them headed, and in October, a mouse living in my woodshed transformed over the night. Sometime after a deer in the woods around my house transformed and ended up freezing to death before we could find her. And just recently, a cow transformed after being next to her for a few minutes. After that, I learned how to make happen on command, starting by transforming a salamander.”

“So why did you decide to expose yourself?”

“Because I need help. Whatever weird ability this is, it’s getting worse, much worse. It’s happening more and more frequently and… it’s starting to affect people. Someone I know, a regular human, was transformed into one of them. And it’s also happening to someone else. I was at the zoo with a woman who has the same problem. All her pets have transformed into full-grown men. I’m hoping that perhaps some kind of cure can be found, to both return my friend to normal and hopefully put a stop to this.

But I need to know right now, that if I let the CDC or the government or whatever examine us, we won’t end up in some offshore prison or laboratory where we’re treated like lab rats. I need you to promise me that my girls and I will be treated fairly and have our rights respected.”

“I promise. I’ll do whatever to takes to keep you all safe. Would you be willing to come to New York to meet me in person?”

“Actually, I was hoping you could come to my home and meet everyone. I’d like you to see the life we’ve made and understand what it is I’m trying to protect.”

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Hi, Monsta here. This is my first time writing from the perspective of a girl. Forgive me if it’s not accurate 🙂 Also, relevant comments only please 😉

I’m Annie. I’m 16 and I have a 15 year old sister, Heidi. We’re pretty close. I have chest length dark brown hair while she has light brown really curly hair. I’m taller than her, which is good. And our bodies, well she has an ok butt and kinda big breasts, I’ve not really looked closely to be honest. But I’ve looked at myself closely, I don’t think I’m as impressive as my sister is in terms of what boys might think of us. My sister’s ass gets slapped by boys every now and then, but not mine. I don’t know if I want them to or not though. There’s not much there to slap. And my chest isn’t as big as my sister’s either. It’s smaller, almost flat. Almost. But that’s enough about us. It was a Friday night and Heidi was sat on my bottom bunk telling me about her new boyfriend. “Is he hot?” I asked, sitting down next to her.
“Yeah quite,” she replied. “Do you think I’m good enough for him?”
“What do you mean?” It was a rhetorical question.
“Am I sexy?” she asked me. Well, that put me on the spot. I couldn’t really answer that, could I? She’s my sister! But it was the end of the week and my mind was already relaxing, so I said “Yeah, you are”.
She shuffled a bit closer to me, normal behaviour for her. She looked at me, “Have you ever wanted to know what having big boobs is like?”
Well, I’d once put 2 small balloons in my shirt to try it but I don’t think that’s what she meant. And I had dreamed of getting mine to grow a bit more. I replied “Yeah,” That was my relaxed brain again.
Heidi shuffled closer and closer until she was sat on my knee.
“You can pretend mine are yours for a bit if you want” she grinned. I didn’t know what to do so once again, I let my brain take over. My hands drifted up the sides of her curvy body and towards her chest, when they reached there I started a timid squeezing, I was in autopilot now, doing what I normally do when I feel myself up, but instead of my body, it was hers. I took her top off and her bra, she didn’t mind. Then, my right hand went down down down to unzip her jeans and to pull off her panties as if they were mine. I placed the tip of my middle finger onto her clit, I heard her sigh, just as I would if it was me in her position. In fact, her pleasure had caused her to squirm a little on my lap, rubbing her kinda cute butt onto my crotch, the sensation turning me on. My left hand was still embracing one of her breasts, I trapped her now erect nipple between my middle and ring fingers, squeezing it a bit. This earned me a little “Mm” along with her harder breathing. My right hand’s middle finger then snaked down into my sister’s moist entrance. She shut her eyes, sounded another “mmm” and bit her lip. I slid it out again. And in. And out once more. I had a nice rhythm going. I wasn’t sure if this is what she wanted but I wasn’t as mean as to deny her an orgasm! But she was my sister, but it just felt so right and so good that I couldn’t stop. Not here. Not now. I quickened my pace of fingering, getting an equally quickened moan pattern. While I sped up, I licked, bit and kissed her ear passionately. I wanted her but I didn’t know why. She acted like she wanted me too, the way she was making involuntary pleasure noises. She eventually tried to stand up from my lap, I felt disappointed that she wanted to leave now. But she stood up, turned round and knelt in front of me. What was going on? When it hit me. She wasn’t done with me yet. I timidly opened my legs to her, she leaned on my legs with an elbow either side. She grabbed my butt. Well at least I know she wants me now. The smile she gave me before it happened was amazing, intoxicating. It was just unexplainable. Then it happened. She happened. I looked down and saw my cute ‘n’ crazy sisters lips making out with mine, but not my mouth lips. I sighed heavily. I had never felt anything like it before. Then she happened again. This time bigger. Her tongue had entered my personal area where only my fingers had half-explored. But tongues and fingers are very different as I found when she put in two of her own. I gasped for breath. Here I was, writhing and gyrating into my sister’s mouth. And my god, she was loving it. A while ago, my friend had bought me a double ended dildo for my birthday. She said it was “for when I fancied a bit of double-penetration”. I never used it but I figured now would be the perfect time. I pulled her face off my nether region and went over to my chest of drawers and brought the long bendy red thing which was my present. My womanhood, still covered in Heidi’s saliva, tingled with the pleasuring I had been receiving. Heidi’s face lit up when she saw it and jumped on the bunk to lay down on her back at one end, legs spread I walked over and lay down so my head was between her knees. I looked up at her and smiled as I once more started to pleasure my sister, this time using my left thumb while propping myself up on my elbow. My right hand waved the 1ft dong around above my head. Why not? I then placed it at her entrance and got into a similar position to her and lined myself up with our toy. She and I shuffled closer to each other, forcing it to go into one of us, it was her, she moaned a little until we were a bout 5 inches apart. I looked down and grabbed hold of the middle of our shared penetrator and asked “You ready?” She smiled and nodded that smile again. Wow. Anyway, I pulled my hand back towards me, pulling out of her and into me. Damn that felt great. Then back again. And as before, I created a rhythm, my moans and hers were beautifully syncopating in a harmony of female ecstasy. When I felt my orgasm coming, I took the dildo out from both of us and threw it across the room in one smooth motion, I quickly got between my sisters still open legs and started tonguing and fingering her while trying to bring myself to cumming as well. About 20 seconds passed then we came together, her in my mouth and me on the bed, I’m glad it wasn’t my bunk.
“Was that what you wanted all along?” I asked her, putting my sleepwear on. She said nothing and continued getting dressed, so I guess she meant yes. She joined me in washing, we both had each other’s juices on our faces. Later, when we were lying in our bunks, she asked me “Did you enjoy it?”
“What did it look like?” I retorted. We both laughed.
“Good, because I feel like doing anal next time.” she said.
“What..?”

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Shower Sex with her Best Friend (3)

He came and looked around the corner, sleepy eyed, saw two humps in the bed, and went back to bed.
We waited. Soon we heard him snoring.

We slowly moved and giggled. She turned and laid on top of me. We resumed our quest to have a dual climax. I could feel our wet pussy’s together. We were both dripping our juices. I felt her body up and down as she sucked on my tits so nicely. Without saying we wanted to climax together, and it built up higher as we rubbed our pussy’s together and squirmed them on each other. She whispered: (“I’m going around to lick your clit. I’m not stopping until I hear us moan together!”..) Those word lit a fire in me and I started shaking. She turned and her sweet pussy came to my mouth. I grabbed her and held her pussy tight to my face and sucked right on her clit. She moaned a forced quiet moan. I felt her fingers go in my wet pussy in a flurry to feel my G spot.
My pussy lifted up to her face as does when I’m going to climax and hard, I started shaking. She knew I was on the verge of climaxing, and pushed her tongue firm right on my clit. I lost it and pushed my pussy up and up, pushing with my tip toes and moaned in her pussy as she shook her pussy in my mouth. We moaned together as we climaxed so hard, and we both started squirting together. Hot juices flowed over our faces as we cried out in pleasure.
Our pussy’s bucked and squirmed as a glorious climax waved over us both. We jumped as the pulses just came coming and coming. Slowly we drifted away together….spasms ….still with us.”

All the time she was tell the story, she and I played with her pussy. It was steaming hot and wet now. She squirmed and said: “Oh baby, I have to climax real bad now, help me!

I had seen her do this before. Her stories get her so hot, she’s in a panic to climax and fast. I always eat her pussy when this happens. I turned, put my arms under legs and went for her clit. She said: “YES BABY YES!!!…and she raised up her pussy as high as she could it on her tip toes and shook and yelled “OH GOD…EEEEEE…then she started squirting, over and over as she fast rubbed her clit. I came up and kissed her trembling lips as she gasp for air.

Slowly she drifted down, moaning all the way…shaking her weak body….and collapsing. The content smile on her face was priceless. After a long while she opened her content eyes and whispered: (…..”i’m going to fuck your brains out, mister., “……and she began to attack me.

We had glorious sex that night………….

On a Friday afternoon, she got the call. Terri was free for the weekend, starting tomorrow morning.
The girlfriend went nuts.
It was fun to see her elated. Dancing around the house, kissing me, and dancing away. Singing as acting crazy. She would grab my dick, feel my butt and attack me, pulling me on the couch and start humping my leg. Little did I know I was in for the weekend of my life.

When Terri arrived that morning, she came in and they kissed and fondled each other immediately.
Terri was wearing a sheer blue blouse, no bra and it was tied up under her big tits. Short shorts and she looked hot. The girlfriend word a loose fitting night gown, pink that you see thru. Nothing on underneath. I was enjoying this. I had seen Terri a few times before, but never dressed this sexy.
After a while they whispered and came over and both attack me, grabbing my dick and trying to pull my clothes off. They both kissed all over my face and put my hand on their tits and pussy’s rubbing my hand against them.
I figured I would let them have Saturday to play for themselves, and I stayed gone for most of the day.
Saturday afternoon when I got back I came in quietly, and closed the door. I heard wonderful moaning from our bedroom. I just sat down and enjoyed the sounds.
We ordered pizza and ate. They just couldn’t stop smiling and giggling. That evening….well….I’ll let the girlfriend tell it now.

“I sat on the couch with Terri’s legs over mine. I felt them, all smooth and warm. I would slip my hand up the inside of her leg, just to watch gasp. She had her hand in the front of her shorts fingering herself. She would pull it out and lick her finger slowly smiling at me, knowing that drives me crazy. I grabbed her hand and licked her finger….it intoxicated me so bad, I shivered. I laid down beside her, and we rubbed our pussy’s together, felt our tits softly. My wonderful boyfriend just smiled at us, sitting his recliner. He love to see me happy.
I whispered to Terri:, (“…he wants to watch us, let’s give him a show, then fuck him silly!…) She said back: (“…can I fuck him too?”..) I said: (“…no, but I’ll let you play with him…”) Terri moaned….we laughed.

That evening
Terri and I went and got my boyfriend and escorted him arm and arm into our bedroom. We had a chair for him to sit in so he could watch us have our ‘girl sex’. Terri and I slowly undressed each other and felt us up as we did it. I loved undressing her. I love to see the chills as I slowly took her blouse off, kissing her tits after I took it off.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed my touching her. She would tremble slightly as I undid her little short shorts. On my knees I let them down slowly exposing her pussy. I could smell the wetness…ahhh…It gave me tingles in my pussy. She held my head and guided my lips over her pussy moving it up and down on them.
She trembled as my tongue started parting her sweet bush hair. She spread her legs farther apart for me. I let my tongue go just a little deeper with up and down pass. She moaned so beautiful. Her legs were starting to get weak, so I stopped and now it was her turn to undress me. We never knew what the other one was going to do next. She had me lay down, with my night gown still on.
She inched it up a little at a time, putting her hand under my legs and butt as she inched it up and up. I got chills on top of my chills. Her hands were warm on my body. I loved the feel of her warm breath on me which caused my pussy to start to drip with juice.

She seemed to know me so well, knew just what tingled me each time. She was in control and I was her love slave, powerless to stop her fondling of me even if I wanted to. I liked that. I think she kissed every spot on my body. As she uncovered my pussy, she put warm air from her mouth all over my pubic hair. I thought I would faint with tingles it was so intense. She got me so weak, she had to lift my arms out of my night gown. She owned me now, I was hers to pleasure her with. I felt like a love toy of hers. I could barely turn to smile at my boyfriend. He look so content too. He said later he felt everything she did to me, also. He had a huge tent in his boxers.
Terri suddenly rolled me over on top if her. Everything changed. The excitement put power back in me, and I felt aggressive. I took off my night gown from around my neck…I looked at with lusty eyes now. I stretched her arms up above her head, and held them tight. She knew what I was going to do. She squirmed with anticipation. I lowered my lips to her arm pits.
We both knew this drove her crazy. I let my tongue slowly graze her skin. She moaned and shook. It was like she was yelling out…’Oh god no!…it feels TO good, I can’t stand it!…’ I didn’t let up and held her arms tight. I raised my pussy, and let my juices drip on her pussy adding to her ‘I can’t stand it!!’ feeling. I licked her arm pits for a long time as she was crying her moans.
My boyfriend quietly crept over and kissed me, our tongues meshing together. I felt the heat from him. Suddenly Terri’s arms went around our necks, and now it was a 3 way kissing fest. I got new tingles I had never had before, as waves of chill bumps travel through mine and Terri’s body, we could both feel them. We pulled him in bed with us.

(continued)

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A part 2 of The Deal. Jenna teaches her class of girls all about the importance of sex education.

Jenna surveyed glanced up at the clock on the classroom wall and with a couple of hard raps on her desk with the butt end of a ruler, quickly brought her fifth period Human Sexuality and Family Planning class to order.
“Okay everyone, please open your books to chapter eleven, page two hundred fifty two, today we’re going to be discussing condoms and when we should be using them. Now, how many of you use condoms when engaging in sexual intercourse, please raise your hands.” Surveying the response of the class Jenna went on. “Well, that’s almost all of you, but a few of you didn’t raise your hands,” she continued, “and I think it would be helpful if those of you who don’t use condoms tell us why, so we’ll start with you Judy, can you tell us why you and your boyfriend aren’t using condoms during sex.”
With a slight look of embarrassment on her face, Judy replied, “Well, uh, you see my boyfriend says it doesn’t feel as good when he wears one, and frankly, I have to admit that when he ejaculates, I love feeling his hot sperm filling me up.”
Several of the other girls in the room were nodding in agreement at Judy’s assessment.
A thin blonde named Meg raised her hand and chimed in, “For me it’s a little different, when my boyfriend and I are having intercourse and he’s just about ready to ejaculate, he almost always pulls out and shoots his sperm all over my belly and breasts, so if he was wearing a condom he couldn’t shoot it on me.”
Jenna nodded her head, “Well girls, those are two very good reasons for not wearing a condom, does anyone else have anything to add before we go on with the lesson.”
A shy girl named Alicia in the back row, slowly raised her hand and almost whispered, “I have a good reason too, Miss.”
“Good, Alicia,” Jenna replied, “would you like to share it with us please!?!”
With her head bowed from embarrassment, the eighteen year old replied, “My boyfriend has a beautiful penis that’s over nine inches long and very thick when he’s erect, and well uh, you see I just love giving him oral sex and sometimes when he’s just about ready to cum in my mouth, he’ll pull out his penis, push me down, and then quickly mount and fuck me, so if we had to take the time to put on a condom the whole purpose of a quick hard fuck would be lost!!!”
Upon hearing Alicia describing in great detail her boyfriend’s huge cock and intimate details of their sex life, at least half of the class began breathing shallowly while crossing and uncrossing their legs.
“My goodness, Alicia,” Jenna stammered, “and who is your boyfriend, he sounds like a superman?”
Alicia fidgeted uncomfortably in her chair for a moment, but then in a shy voice replied, “Uh, his name is Tommy, Tommy Heath!”
“You indicated that you enjoy sucking Tommy’s penis,” Jenna said casually, “can you tell us how you feel when his erection is in your mouth?”
With her face turning six shades of red, Alicia stammered, “I-I feel all gooey inside, you know, down in my vagina, and after a sucking him awhile I’d do just about anything to get his big penis into my pussy.”
Several other girls were nodding as if they knew exactly what Alicia was talking about, so when Jenna reached into a drawer and pulled out a huge cream coloured dildo, there were soft sighs and moans wafting softly throughout the classroom. “That’s enough, girls,” Jenna admonished the class, “now Alica, will you come up here for a moment, please.”
When the cute little brunette finally made her way to the front to the class, Jenna put her hand on her shoulder and asked softly, “I think by the tone of your voice that we can assume that you’re quite aroused, is that not true.”
After making an audible gulping sound, Alicia merely nodded and waited for Jenna to continue on.
“Since this class is supposed to be about sexual education, I feel that it would be a good idea if we could all see what Alica experiences when a tiny little girl like her is taken by a massive penis like Tommy’s.” Not to the class, Jenna put her hand on her shoulder and asked softly, “I think by the tone of your voice that we can assume that you’re quite aroused.” Jenna smiled and turned towards the rest of the class.
“Before we violate Alicia’s vagina with such a large dildo,” Jenna said softly, “I think it best that we take a moment to observe her vagina and make some notes on its appearance and condition, so can anyone tell me anything unusual about it.”
From the middle of the room, a pretty red head offered, “Well, she has shaved her lips for some reason, and I don’t think most of us have done that!!!”
“Very good observation, Sandra,” Jenna replied, “can anyone think of a reason that Alicia keeps her vaginal lips so smooth and clean?”
“I think I know,” Ruby said softly.
“And why is that, dear,” Jenna asked.
“Well,” Randi answered quickly, “I think she does it so when Tommy sucks her pussy he has wide open access to her slit, is that right!?!”
“I don’t know,” Jenna said, “why don’t we ask her to find out for sure.”
By now small beads of sweat had broken out on her forehead, so in a very small voice, she replied, “Yes, it’s so Tommy can suck me off better, oh please, Miss, help me, I can’t wait another second.”
“Well it seems as if our little demonstrator is in a great deal of distress,” Jenna chuckled softly, “so with out any more delay, would someone like to come up here and help the poor thing out.”
Almost every hand in the room shot up at the same time, but it was Sally whose hand Jenna saw first, so with a nod in her direction, Sally literally raced to the front of the room, took the thick ten inch dildo from Jenna, and then very slowly, pressed the monster into Alicia’s tight little opening. Right from the get go it was obvious that Alicia was multi orgasmic, because before Sally even had a third of the ten inch dildo inserted into the tight little cunt, Alicia was in the middle of probably her third climax and was well on her way to her fourth. Jenna, along with the rest of the class, stared transfixed as the huge piece of latex stretched the little pussy far beyond its limits, and when she slid her hand up under her dress and began furiously fingering her own pussy, the rest of the class followed suit. Little Alicia was now begging Sally to ram it harder into her, and from the other side of the room, one of the girls offered, “Come on Sal, fuck her harder, treat her like the little slut she is.”
Alicia was now in the throes of a brutally satisfying orgasm, as as she thrust her pelvis forward and lewdly begged Sally for more, several girls in the class room had taken off their own panties and were not only frigging their clit’s, but had produced an assortment of vibrators and dildos and were fucking themselves along with Alicia and Sally. Jenna’s legs were now so weak from excitement, that she plopped down onto a chair and without a moment’s hesitation, hiked up her dress and exposed her hairless clit to the class while she masturbated like a maniac. The room resonated with the echos of females climaxing, and with her eyes now closed and on automatic pilot, Jenna’s finger literally flew over her white hot clitoris, so she wasn’t even aware of it until she felt a pair of warm wet lips press into her pussy and a tongue slither out into her drooling crack.
“Connie,” she gasped, “w-what are you doing to me!?!”
“I’m gonna suck you off,” the cute little blonde replied while flicking her tongue across the hot little clit, “you don’t mind do you?”
“Oh no,” she gasped, “p-please, suck me off, ohhhhhhhhhhh your a fucking cunt lapping little bitch, eat my fucking pussy.”
The whole room was now in an uproar as Connie sucked Jenna’s cunt and Sally rammed the big dildo in and out of Alicia’s hot pussy. The steady hum of vibrators, the squishing sounds of pussies being violated, and of course the aroma of hot freshly aroused vagina saturated the room, inducing orgasms from each and every girl in the class. The two hardest cums, however, came with a crescendo groans as Alicia’s and Jenna’s pussies lurched hard, wrenching gut churning climaxes from each of them, leaving both of shell shocked and shaking in front of the entire class.
Sally gently removed the thick dildo from Alicia’s overly fucked pussy while Connie continued giving Jenna’s pussy hundreds of tiny little kisses all over her lips and clit. When she finally had regained a modicum of self control, Jenna gently pushed Connie away from her crotch and in a soft satisfied voice offered, “Well, class, we didn’t really get to spend much time talking abut condoms, so we’ll take that subject up next time, class dismissed.”
Maybe the boys will have a better understanding when I teach them tomorrow in class…Jenna thought to herself as she watched the entire class redress themselves along with her. Until tomorrow…Jenna thought with a smile.

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Claire’s reluctant work at the woman-demeaning lobby group “Titcage” is transforming her life into that of a slut.

Chapter 15
KITTEN COMES TO DINNER

On Thursday night, Kitten came to dinner.

It wasn’t Claire’s idea. It was her father’s. He’d instructed her to invite her friend over after work that morning, as he’d been checking Claire’s twat was suitably covered. Claire had no choice but to pass it on at work.

Kitten was ecstatic, of course. She thought it was a great idea. And so Claire got through her day. Jim only came on her face once, just after lunch. She worked at harassing and insulting girls online, and she pissed naked in the toilets, both times with Kitten there at the same time. Michael’s panties for her were white cotton things bearing the words ‘Make Me Pregnant’, and when she had taken them off again he showed her a black binder he kept on his shelf labelled ‘Fucktwat’, in which he was collecting the pictures of her in the various demeaning pieces of underwear.

Kitten was a hit as soon as she entered Claire’s house. She hugged Claire’s father tightly, grinding her crotch against his groin. She hugged Steph too, nuzzling her neck in an awkwardly familiar way that Steph didn’t seem to object to.

She watched as Claire took off her panties and was spanked by her father. Today Claire’s dad gave her ten spanks on the ass and then ten on the cunt. Claire thankfully didn’t orgasm this time but she did repeat the humiliation of her father smearing cunt juices on her face and then making her suck his fingers clean.

When the spanking was done, Kitten took off her panties as well and handed them to Claire’s surprised father, out of ‘solidarity’. At the dinner table she made a point of hiking the back of her skirt so her bare cunt would sit on the seat instead of her skirt. Her father made Claire do the same when he saw it.

All this went unremarked on mostly because Claire’s mother wasn’t home. It turned out she was spending the night interstate on a business trip, so it was just Claire, Kitten, Steph and her father in the house.

‘Of course, Claire’s a massive slut,’ said Claire’s father to Kitten over dinner. ‘That twat of hers is always drooling. That’s why we have to spank her like that.’

‘But she has such a pretty twat, don’t you think?’ said Kitten. ‘Anyway, she’s lucky. My cunt’s always wet but my father has never helped me discipline it.’

‘He’s not a very good father then. Have you ever tried to discipline it yourself?’

‘Sometimes,’ allowed Kitten. ‘For a while I used to put all my food in my pussy and then eat it, so it would revolt me and I would come to hate the smell of cunt juices, but it worked the other way and now I like the taste of cunty food.’

‘Better than normal food?’

‘Absolutely,’ said Kitten.

‘Well, don’t let us stop you, if you want,’ said Claire’s father.

‘Okay,’ said Kitten. She pushed her chair back so everyone could see, then got a hunk of bread, and began to push it into her spread twat. Claire was blushing so hard – she couldn’t believe this was happening in her house. But her father and Steph were rapt, staring eagerly at Kitten’s cunt.

The bread went in, all wadded up and soggy. Kitten sighed happily. She flicked her clitoris a couple of times, and then started digging the bread out and putting it in her mouth.

‘Give some to Claire,’ suggested Claire’s father. ‘See if Claire likes it. And Steph too.’ He watched as Kitten scooped wads of soggy, cunty bread out of her fuckhole and put them on the sisters’ plates. With their father watching, the girls had no choice but to eat them. Claire almost threw up. It wasn’t the taste of cunt, which was actually slightly pleasant, but the wet mealy taste of the wadded bread.

‘Careful, you’re getting some on your top,’ Claire’s father said as Kitten kept transferring food to her twat and then scooping it out and eating it. Kitten responded by taking off her top, leaving her completely nude at the dinner table.

When dinner was done Claire’s dad and Steph insisted on seeing Kitten dance, so they watched Kitten gyrate nude around the lounge room. Her sensual dance emphasised her tits and cunt, and involved several times shaking her boobs in the faces of Claire’s father and sister – and in front of Claire herself. Then Kitten and Steph cleared away the dinner plates, Kitten still nude.

Claire went to carry some plates to the kitchen to help, but when she got there she found Kitten and Steph passionately kissing. Steph’s hands were on Kitten’s nude udders and her leg was between Kitten’s thighs. Kitten looked eager and excited and was urgently kissing Steph back.

Claire felt a stab of jealousy. That slut! Kitten was her friend. It should be her tongue-kissing Kitten. But she contained it and just watched her sister and her friend making out until they finally broke away from each other.

‘I’ll go out to get more,’ said Kitten brightly, afterwards, and left.

‘Enjoying yourself?’ Claire asked her sister cattily.

‘Your friend is so hot!’ Steph replied. ‘Why didn’t you tell me you were friends with a slutty little babe like her?’

‘I hate you,’ said Claire.

How had this happened? How did she have a naked girl in her house, seducing her father and sister? How was her father openly staring at a teenager’s cunt in front of Claire? Claire liked Kitten but she was confused and distressed at what had become of her life.

After dinner Claire’s dad declared that Kitten would be staying over – in his bed. Kitten seemed delighted; Steph pouted, having hoped that Kitten would sleep with her and Claire.

That night as Claire laid in bed she could hear the sounds of her father fucking her best friend through the wall. Kitten was giggling and mewling as Claire’s father fucked her hard in the pussy. Next to Claire, Steph was trying to surreptitiously masturbate. Claire waited until Steph had brought herself to a less-than-stealthy orgasm and had fallen asleep, and then started her own lubrication for her training device, still listening to her father using her friend as a fucktoy.

She fell asleep to the sound of Kitten loudly orgasming, and her earbuds telling her, ‘You like having your tits hurt. Claire is a stupid little fucktoy. Claire likes lezzing off.’

(To be continued…)

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A boy, who after moving to the city in order to transfer to a new high school for his senior year, mysteriously turns into a beautiful girl overnight. A girl with a long, thick cock. This is the story of how John became Jane the Prom Queen.

Chapter 3

The next morning I woke up to the sound of that jarring rock song blaring from my phone. I was still a little groggy since I hadn’t fallen asleep till late due to my awesome masturbation session. Slowly raising my head I grabbed the phone and turned off the alarm. Yawning, I swung my legs off the bed and walked over to my dresser. Well, I thought, time to see what kind of outfit I can come up with that won’t give Beth a heart attack. Rummaging through things for a while, I finally picked one out. It was a pink sweatshirt that I thought would look good on a girl, so I tried it out. It was nice and snug and felt comfortable, so I took a look in the mirror. It was then I realized I’d forgotten a bra and if I went to school like this I could get in major trouble. Quickly putting on my strapless bra, I looked in the mirror again. Nodding in satisfaction, I couldn’t help be please that there was also a bit of cleavage visible. Not a lot mind you, but when I bent over I gave myself a great view. Grinning I then pulled on some panties, remembering just in time to shrink my cock. Beth and I had added some extra, silk lining last night and so when I looked at myself carefully in the mirror I couldn’t tell that there was anything out of the ordinary. Finally, I pulled on some skinny jeans that I thought framed my ass rather nicely. Giving myself a little spank, I grinned at my reflection.

Then I caught myself. This was totally new, this thinking about how my clothing framed my body. I’d never, ever done that before. But still, I liked it. Feeling a bit puzzled, I grabbed my backpack and a jacket and headed out. I got to the bus stop just as the bus arrived, and I was happy for it. It was just a bit chilly out, and the cool wind nipped at my nose and ears as I walked. I was glad that my parents had gotten me an apartment so close to the school, because I only had a five minute bus ride before we were there. It was a fairly large school, and I could see other buses arriving and all the high schoolers streaming out of them and toward the doors. I was sitting by myself in the back, watching as the various students greeted each other after summer break. I was the last one off the bus, and as I stepped back into the cold morning air, I took a deep breath to steady myself. It was simple, report to the principle, tell him I’m Jane Kilan, and begin classes. That was it.

My sneakers padded noiselessly across the pavement as I joined the throng of kids going into the school. It wasn’t a huge school, but I figured almost every student was around me right now for the first day of school. As I walked in the door, I realized it was pretty similar to my old school, and I had no trouble finding the principal’s office. Taking another deep breath and with my heart hammering against my ribs, I raised my hand and knocked.

“Come in!”

Stepping inside I saw Principal Gordan sitting at his desk. I was expecting a middle aged man with a bald head and glasses. Instead I saw a middle aged man with a goatee, black hair tied back in a pony tail, and a brilliant smile.
“Hello Miss…”
“Jane!” I said a bit too quickly, and then forced myself to relax. “Jane Kilan. I’m transferring for my Senior year here.”
His smile grew wider as he pulled out a piece of paper.
“Miss Kilan, of course! I have your class schedule all ready here for you. I hope you enjoy it here.”
I smiled and took the paper, feeling much better that I wasn’t going to be grilled my a grumpy principal.
“Thank you Principal, I’m sure I will.”
With a little wave goodbye I turned out of the office before he started chatting. I liked him, but I didn’t want him to ask the wrong question. After I got all my class timing down and where they were, I headed off. The time before lunch wasn’t much to talk about. I went to the classes and had an easy time with them, and I met Beth in the second one. She was careful to sit close to me at ever class, and having her there was nice even though we didn’t get a real chance to talk. The teachers were pleasant and nothing special happened. The last class before lunch was taught by Mrs. Dell, a woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties. She was tall, with dark brown hair coming down to her shoulders. She had a bit of a low voice, it made her seem a bit stronger and more in control, but no less feminine. Her green eyes were constantly roaming and taking everything in through her horn rimmed glasses. She seemed to take special notice of me when we came in and after everyone was seated she spoke.
“Miss, I believe I’ve never seen you here before.”
“Uh, no my name is,” and I nearly said John, “Jane Ma’am. I transferred here for my senior year.”
She smiled at me, her eyes glinting with something I didn’t recognize. “Nice to see you here Jane. I hope you learn a lot and enjoy you’re year here.” The way she said it made it sound like her words had a double meaning, especially since she held her gaze on me for a moment longer than was necessary. Then she went right on to teach Biology like nothing happened.

At lunch I walked into the cafeteria and was met by the usual scene: all the different grades milling about, the groups of friends sitting together. I looked at Beth as we got our trays of food and asked the obvious question.
“Where do you think we should sit?”
She shrugged and I scanned the room. I saw at the far side an interesting table that I thought provided an opportunity. There were eight people sitting there and they were both guys and girls. You could see where the cheerleader table was, where the nerd table was, and where the jock table was. This one seemed to be none of them. I could tell not all the kids were the same grade, and so I decided to head over there. After pointing it out to Beth we wove our way through the tables and approached the target one.
I cleared my throat and instantly eight heads looked in my direction, three girls and five boys.
“Mind if we sit here? We’re new,” Beth asked with a smile.
Immediately eight voices welcomed us and they all scooted over to give us room. Pleased and surprised by the friendly response, I sat down at the end next to a dark haired boy in a leather jacket, while Beth sat across from me next to a nerdy looking brunette.
“Hi, I’m Jay,” the boy said with a smile as I slid in next to him.
“Jane,” I replied. “What grade you in?”
“Senior. I sat behind you in Mrs. Dells class.”
“Oh, I didn’t see you. Nice to meet you Jay.”
He grinned and I smiled back. He wasn’t bad looking, in fact he had a kind of dark handsomeness to him. His black hair was a bit long, and his face was a bit pale, but it all gave him a sort of rogueish look that I appreciated…which made me do a mental double take. How was I suddenly thinking a boy looked good? I mean, sure, I was bi before, but I never would have imagined…then as I thought about it, even if I had met him before I would have found him attractive. Now even more so. What the hell, I thought, why not?

We talked for a while as we ate, and I found out that we had a few of the same interests in movies and video games and such. I was careful of the way I spoke and moved all day, but I was especially so now. I must have been doing okay, because at one point Beth beamed a “good job” look at me. Suddenly, Jay surprised me.
“You want to come to my place after school today?”
I raised my eyebrows in surprise and stammered a bit. “W-well I just got here, and I’m not sure I want to spend my first day away from my apartment, and-“
“No, no it’s cool!” he said, cutting me off mid-stream. “It was just a friendly offer and if it’s not good timing for you that’s totally fine.”
He said it so easily and with a ready smile, and I gave him a grateful smile in return. Then, a bold thought entered my head. If I would have thought about it, there was no way I would have gone with it. But I didn’t think. I just acted.
“Bu-ut,” I began and I immediately had his attention, “I wouldn’t mind if you came to my apartment after school to help me study.”
I thought Beth was going to hit me the way her eyes grew as big as eggs and her cheeks flushed. But she hid her reaction almost right away, and Jay just gave me an even bigger smile.
“Sure.”

When Beth got me alone two classes later she raised her hand as if to slap me, but she didn’t, for which I was grateful.
“How could you do that?” she stormed. “Why would you do that?”
“Because you’re coming too,” I said sweetly, and instantly I saw I had the advantage. She was totally put off balance by that response.
“I-I what?”
“Well I need a chaperone and you just volunteered,” I continued in that same sweet voice.
“Yeah, because you just invited a boy you met two hours ago over to your apartment IN THE EVENING!” she whispered. “Why? You’re not even into boys!”
There must have been a flicker in my eyes at that because she backed up a step.
“No.”
I must have looked guilty because her eyes grew even wider. I really thought my goose was cooked now.
“That explains why you always looked at Brian the way you did. Well, now things make a bit more sense.”
I was totally taken off guard by her casual response. She looked at me evenly and I smiled.
“You’re not bothered?”
“Nope.”
“So you’ll come?”
“Yup.”
“Great, see you then.”

Beth drove me home as soon as school was over, and I made sure I cleaned up a bit before Jay arrived. Then Beth and I began some light studying together as we waited for him to arrive.
“How was your first night?” she asked suddenly.
I felt my face heat up as I thought about what I did, and I suddenly had this crazy impulse to tell her.
“Well…I spent a good amount of time checking myself out,” I said, looking her in the eye.
She looked surprised at first and then nodded. “I guess that makes sense. What did you think?”
“Did you know that my cock is 9 inches?” I know, I shouldn’t have said that either. But these impulses were just coming up and I wanted to follow them.
She started a bit when I said that and she blushed. I saw a small battle happened in her head in a split moment on whether she should respond with reproach or address her surprise at the fact.
“Nine inches?” she whispered, and I saw a surprised response won out.
“Nine. It’s huge when I don’t shrink it.”
“God, was it that big before?” she was speaking softly now and so was I.
“No not nearly.”
“Why would your cock grow after you change into a girl in every other way?” she whispered.
“I don’t know, but it seems just backwards.” I didn’t really notice, but our faces were coming closer together as we talked more quietly.
She nodded in agreement and bit her lip thoughtfully. “It’s almost like this was done specifically for you,” she said finally.
“I had the exact same thought, and it scares the hell out of me.”
It was then that we both realized how close we were. She looked into my eyes and I looked into hers. A thousand messages passed between us in a couple seconds, and my breathing stopped. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.

Just then there was a knock at the door. I pulled my head back in shock and we stared at each other. I could still feel the impression of her soft lips on mine, and I thought that I had just blown it. Then the knock came again, and I jumped up and ran to the door. I pulled it open and there stood Jay with his easy smile.
“Hey Jane, how’s it going?”
“Uh, hey Jay, pretty good. Come on in.”
He looked at me like he knew something might be up, but he just stepped inside and looked around.
“Nice.”
Just then Beth came out of my bedroom carrying her backpack.
“Beth?” I asked, my heart sinking.
“Sorry Jane, gotto go. You two have fun okay?” she smiled weakly and walked out the door before I could say anything.
I closed the door behind her and put my hand on my head, hating myself.
“You okay?” Jay asked in a concerned voice.
I smiled at him and nodded. “Yeah we just had a…anyway, you ready?”
He nodded and showed me his books, but the concerned look didn’t leave his eyes. I got out my own books and we studied together at the kitchen table. After a few minutes he let out a frustrated grunt.
“What is it?” I asked.
“This math, I just don’t get it!” he snorted, throw up his hands in defeat.
I moved around the table and leaned down next to him, studying his book. I then began to explain it, and I was halfway through when I noticed he wasn’t looking at the book. Confused, I followed his gaze and realized that the way I was bending over was giving him a perfect look down my shirt. At that point I should have straightened up, because he looked up and knew that I saw him looking. But instead I stayed bent over and kept right on talking. He took that exactly as it was meant, as an invitation to keep looking. Suddenly, he grabbed my head and pulled me into a kiss. It wasn’t nearly as good as the kiss I shared with Beth, even in that one single moment, but it was still pretty damn good. I wasn’t a great kisser because I hadn’t had any practice, but I just went with my gut as his hand crept to the back of my head and pulled me closer gently. Our lips moved with one another perfectly, and I realized he had a bit more skill at this than I did. I let the kissing go on for a few seconds and then pulled back. Jay was grinning like someone had given him a Ferrari for his birthday, and I have to say I was smiling pretty wide too. I took his hand and led him back into my bedroom. As we neared the bed, he pulled me into his arms and began kissing me again. But the momentum of our movement didn’t stop and we landed on the bed, him on top and me on the bottom, still kissing like…well, horny teenagers.

I can tell you I was incredibly nervous. This was the first time I’d ever done this after all! My heart was pounding and my palms were sweaty, but my desires were burning so hot I just went with them. Our kissing became more and more passionate, when he suddenly pulled away from my mouth and began kissing his way down my neck. It felt really good, so I turned my head and gave him easy access. But he didn’t stop there. He kept right on kissing down my body until he was at my collarbone. I thought he would stop there, but he didn’t and kept moving down until he was kissing just above my cleavage. At that point I pushed him back a little and he looked up at me, the same desire in his eyes that I felt in my heart. Acting without thought, I reached down and pulled off my sweatshirt. I heard him suck in his breath as my bra covered boobs greeted him.
“Damn, those are nice!” he murmured, giving me an even bigger smile. He put one hand on each and gave them a squeeze through my purple bra. If doing it to myself had felt good, the sensation of someone else doing it was three times as good. I bit my lip and smiled.
“Why don’t we get these off to?” I whispered, and he hastily reached underneath me to undo the clasp.
It took him a couple tries, but he got it and he slipped them off easily.
“Whoa. I’ve never seen any so nice!” he said, staring at them reverently.
I gave him a teasing smile. “Seen many have you?”
He grinned right back. “Well, you know. You’re alone in your room with a computer…”
I laughed and pulled him into another kiss while he began to pull his own shirt off. It took some doing since I found it hard to pull my face away from our kissing, but he did it eventually. I glanced at his chest and found that his lean form was actually rather well toned. He wasn’t buff, but he certainly was in good shape. I ran my hands up and down his chest, breaking our kissing just long enough to say: “What do you do? Running?”
“Basketball,” he replied, apparently happy to let me explore his torso.
I felt it for a few minutes, since this was my first time doing this after all.
“You act like you haven’t done this before,” Jay said, and I wondered for a split second if he had read my thoughts.
“I, uh, haven’t,” I mumbled, blushing.
He seemed surprised, but I was glad when he didn’t address the issue. He just leaned his head down and ran his tongue over my nipple. THAT sent a big spark of pleasure right to my brain, and my back arched as I gasped.
“Feel good?” he grinned.
“Oh god yes!” I sighed.
He went right back to it, licking one nipple and then the other, and it felt AMAZING. Sometimes he would swirl his tongue around the nipple instead of licking straight up and down, and the variety made me even hornier. All this time, my cock was super stiff, but I managed to keep it in tiny-mode. So I basically had a 1 inch hard boner, but my arousal was making it a bit harder to make sure it didn’t get nine times bigger.

Jay kept right on licking and squeezing my boobs for a while, but then he began to kiss his way down my stomach and I felt his hand touch the button on my jeans. I had a sudden moment of panic, and I grabbed his wrist.
“Uh-uh,” I said, “you first.”
He gave me his grin again and began to undo his own jeans. “As my lady commands!” As he undid his button I pulled down his zipper, and he had his jeans down in no time. He was wearing white boxers underneath, and there was quite a tent in them. Smiling, I softly laid my hand on it and was rewarded with a quiet grunt from Jay.
“Excited?” I asked, and in response he just pulled them down.
I was surprised, because his cock was even bigger than I’d thought. It had a slight bend in it so that it leaned just a little to the right, and it was semi-erect.
“How big is it?” I asked, my eyes fixed on it.
“Six inches tops,” he grinned.
I nervously reached out my hand and took hold of the shaft, giving it a slight stroke. I could feel it pulsing with heat underneath my hand, so I followed my instincts and just began to jerk up and down his quickly hardening shaft. He closed his eyes and ran his hands through my hair as my fingers worked up and down, up and down. Soon he certainly was sporting a six inch boner, and I was super turned on by the sight of it.

I’d always assumed my first sex would be with a girl, but in a girl’s body I found myself enjoying this a lot! Jay leaned in close and kissed me on the cheek before kissing me on the lips again, and I held his face close.
“Take your pants off,” he whispered between kisses.
“Not yet,” I whispered back.
“Why not?”
“Because…”
He pulled back and looked me in the eye. “Jane listen, if you have something your embarrassed about, don’t be. If you really don’t want to take your pants off, that’s fine. But girl, you got the sexiest body I’ve ever seen, I don’t think you have anything to be embarrassed of.”
Oh if he only knew. I wanted to tear my pants right off, but I figured if I did I wouldn’t be seeing him again. So I floundered for a response, not really speaking just making a few half-sentences that didn’t make any sense. Jay cut me off by kissing me again, and I felt his hands travel down my sides and take hold of my jeans. I gave a small, ‘mm-hmm’ through our kiss but he tugged twice and I felt my jeans begin to slip off my legs.
“Don’t worry,” he said.
Slowly my jeans were pulled off, and I was naked in front of Jay except for a pair of pink panties. I wanted to push him away, but I was so engrossed in our kissing, the way his lips felt on mine and they way they moved together…Then I felt his hand on my panties. I suppose he was trying to rub my pussy, but as soon as he touched my cock I lost control and it grew to full size.

Jay gave a big start and jerked backward, staring in astonishment at this massive cock that had just sprouted between my legs. I had a raging hard-on, and the nine inch shaft was pointing up, trapped against my stomach while my panties barely contained my balls.
“What the fuck?” he practically screamed.
“Listen I can explain!” I said desperately.
He froze and stared at me. I took that as an opening and took a deep breath.
“Okay listen, my real name is John Kilan, not Jane Kilan. But just after I got here-“
“You’re a transsexual?” he asked his eyes wide.
“No! That’s the thing! It happened overnight! Two days ago I arrived here late, so I went straight to bed. I was just an average guy, okay? But when I woke up I looked like this!”
His astonishment was quickly being replaced by disbelief and I knew I was losing him. Than it hit me how I could prove it.
“Okay, listen. Just watch this, okay?” I yanked down my panties, concentrated, and my dick shrunk down.
He didn’t speak for several seconds, and the tension in the room was explosive.
“Oh. My. God,” he said finally. “That’s not possible.”
“I know,” I said miserably. “But it happened.”
We were both silent for a long time, and I was fiddling my fingers between each other, hating my life with all my guts, when he broke the silence.
“Sooo…do you still want to have sex?”
I stared at him. “B-bu…this doesn’t bother you? The fact that I was a boy before doesn’t bother you?”
“Let’s put it this way: I’m not gay. But I like you, not JUST for your body. Hell your body would be enough! But you’re a really nice girl, and the fact that you have a bigger boner than me…well, it’s unusual, but I think I can handle it. Besides, you let me on your big secret, it would be pretty rude of me to be offended at th-MMM!”
I flung my arms around him and kissed him hard, and we fell back down together, this time with me on top as I showered him with kisses. He wrapped his own arms around me, and the sensation of our bodies pressed together mixed with the already incredible sensations that came with kissing.

“But, um, how are we going to do this?” he asked after a while.
In response I merely smiled and slid down his body until I was between his legs, taking his cock back into my hand. Then I stuck out my tongue and flicked the tip of his pink cockhead with it. I heard him gasp and so I slowly placed my tongue against his cockhead again and slowly began to swirl it all the way around. His cock tasted better than I’d ever hoped. A bit musky, but it was like sucking on a warm, tasty hot-dog, except ten times better. After loving on his cockhead for a while, I grinned at him nervously.
“I’ve never done this before. Sorry. Am I okay so far?”
“Okay, she asks,” he said in a shaky voice. “I’m getting the best blowjob of my life from the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met and she asks if it’s okay.”
I couldn’t help laughing at that, and then took his cockhead into my mouth. It was so warm and felt so alive inside me! I began to move my tongue back and forth as I slowly lower my head down. I could feel his cock bit by bit sliding into my lips. I must have gotten a third of the way down when I felt like that was as far as I wanted to go. I was scared I would choke if I went any farther, so I stayed at that point and just moved my tongue around a lot. My hand moved up and down the part that wasn’t covered by my mouth, and some saliva that leaked past my lips made the whole shaft slick. Jay was propped up on his elbows, letting out the occasional moan.
“Try moving up and down,” he suggested at one point, and so I did. Moving slowly, I began the ascent upwards until only the very tip of his cock rested in my mouth. Then I began the slow descent and found that I got a little more in then before.

Okay, I got this, I thought to myself. I began to bob my head up and down faster and faster, moving my tongue around wildly to create as much stimulation as possible. Jay’s moans were getting more and more frequent, and his breathing was becoming rapid. This made me give even more effort as my mind drifted in this lusty ocean of my first sex experience. I wanted nothing more than to pleasure my partner at the moment, and my bobs up and down became faster and my tongue movement even more ecstatic.
“Oh, oh, oh, I’m gonna…CUM!” Jay groaned, and the first shot of semen took me right in the mouth.
It caught me by surprise so I pulled off his dick and the next shot hit me in the cheek. I quickly began to quickly jerk him off as her moaned and shot three more streams of cum, two of which hit me in the face and the last one landed in my mouth. I’m not sure what I was expecting cum to taste like, but it surprised me. It tasted really good, salty and sticky. Giving Jay my most seductive smile (not that I’d had a lot of practice) and scooped the cum off my cheeks and licked it off my finger. Jay was gasping for air as he watched and gave me a winded laugh. He just lay there for a few seconds, recovering as I got all the cum off my face and into my mouth. Then I saw him glance at my own super hard erection and he gave me a worried look.
“So, what…” he asked a bit helplessly.
In response I just propped myself up on my pillow and began to run my hand up and down my shaft like I had the night before, keeping constant eye contact with Jay. I then put on an intensely hot, sexual show of jerking off my cock, with plenty of moaning, hip movement, tit squeezing and lust-filled looks. As I got close to my orgasm, I put my other hand over the tip of my penis and gave on last tug. With as feminine a groan as I could muster, my cock twitched and shot stream after stream right into my hand. As it plastered against my hand it dribbled down and coated my entire cock, making it twitch like mad. I couldn’t breath for a couple seconds as I felt myself both shooting and being covered in the same cum. Jay had watched this whole thing with obvious satisfaction and now came over and kissed me on the lips. Then he did something that really surprised me. He brought up my cummy hand and licked one of my fingers.
“Mmm, not bad babe.”
“I thought you said you’re not gay!”
“I’m not, definitely. But I’ve tasted my own cum before, out of curiosity. Yours is much sweeter.”
I gave him a grin. “Would it be rude to agree with you?”
“Oh come on!” he said and I laughed, holding him close. After cuddling for a few minutes we got out of bed and cleaned up and got dressed. In just a few minutes, I found myself sadly showing Jay to the door.
“Will your parents be mad you stayed out so late?” I asked.
“Nah. Me and the kids, the group we were sitting with, have parties all the time and stay out late.”
“Wow, your parents must be pretty fun if they let you do that!”
“Well we’re not exactly your typical teen partiers. We don’t drink or smoke or do drugs. We just get together to have fun, normal fun.”
“Correct me if I’m wrong,” I began slowly, “but you’re sort of the ringleader right?”
He nodded. “Unofficially. See, I noticed that there were a few kids in school who were really fun, nice kids. But they were either shy or not part of that ‘in’ crowd and so they didn’t have anyone to talk to.”
I rubbed his arm slowly and suddenly it made sense. “I wondered why a handsome guy like you would be hanging out with them. Normally a kid with good looks immediately gravitates to the cheerleaders, jocks, and beauty queens.”
Shrugging, he waved his hand dismissively. “I could have stayed with them, but to be honest? The kids I’m with now are real friends. I don’t have any regrets.”
Now I felt I should ask a slightly awkward question. “Is there anything more than friendship going on between any of you guys?”
“Well, I won’t lie and say that the word ‘sex’ and ‘fuck’ and ‘dick’ hasn’t come up in any of our parties. But no, not really. Sometimes I get the feeling that some of them have feelings for each other, but are afraid to break the fun atmosphere we already have.”
“But that’s really sad!” I said, and I meant it.
He kept a level gaze on me. “Says the girl going through the exact same thing with Beth.”
I took a step back and my face burned so hot I thought it would fall off.
“H-how?”
“I’m not an idiot Jane. Listen, I really enjoyed tonight, I think you’re an awesome girl, and I expect to see you both back at our table tomorrow? Got it?”
I smiled weakly. “Got it.”
“Good.” He gave me another kiss and was out the door.

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A little sister’s horny passions explode out of her!

Brother’s Incestuous Bet

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter Eight: Little Sister’s Horny Passion

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Maria Reenburg

I was trembling in delight as Mom sat down at the conference table in my father’s office at the State Capitol building. His secretary, that whore-bitch Vanessa, was sitting across from Mom, the cunt looking arrogant like she had nothing to fear. She had her arms crossed beneath her boobs, lifting those fake tits and thrusting them out before her, her stretchy top barely constraining them. A haughty sneer curled her lips, her ebony face appearing unafraid. She hardly glanced at the thick legal document, wrapped in a blue folder, my mom had dropped on the table.

My brother loomed in the doorway, dressed like a suave stud in his suit. He had even more confidence now. Last night, he’d learned he’d bred Mom. Just thinking about it made my pussy grow wet, soaking my panties.

“Well,” Vanessa said, “let’s talk.”

My mom had such a big smile on her face. She looked at once sexy and powerful, a high-priced lawyer in her element. She had a low-cut blouse, silk and satin-blue, that cradled her large breasts. Her dark-gray blazer framed those lush titties. Her blonde hair spilled down around her face in lush curls. Her blue eyes were bright. They were piercing.

They were powerful.

I trembled, my short skirt swaying about my thighs as I brimmed in excitement. This was it. I licked my lips, tasting Vanessa’s tangy juices. She had made me eat her pussy out again after Dad fucked her. For the last two weeks, I had to keep doing it to lull Vanessa into complacency so we could pounce on her.

It sucked. I hated that I had to do it, but the entire time I knew Mom would destroy Vanessa. My mom would free our family from this manipulative bitch. Daddy was such an idiot for sticking his cock in her. He should have been sticking his cock in me!

Or at least Mom.

Vanessa squirmed as Mom stared at her. I loved it. Vanessa was trying to act calm and cool, but I could see the beads of perspiration dotting her forehead. I watched her breasts rising and falling faster and faster. Her chair creaked as she shifted.

The squeak of her seat made me smile.

“Well?” Vanessa asked. “You’re pissed because your daughter’s got a taste for pussy? That she likes going down on my snatch.”

My mom arched an eyebrow.

“Or is it that I’m fucking your husband?” Vanessa leaned over, those big, fake tits cradled on her forearms. She was showing them off. It was so obvious that she was proud of her breasts and was throwing those fake things in Mom’s face.

Mom’s lips twitched, a smile forming.

“Huh?” Vanessa asked. “Did you know your little girl wants to fuck him, too. That she voluntarily eats my pussy clean of his cum. She can’t wait to get a taste of Daddy. She’s a little whore for him. Great job raising her.”

Mom’s smile grew larger, intense. She sat there back-straight. She looked in control.

Vanessa leaned back. “Is this silent treatment supposed to scare me?” She flicked her eyes to the thick legal document. “Or that pile of bullshit you got there.”

Vanessa squirmed in her chair. Her breasts jiggled.

This was so amazing. A bead of sweat ran down her dark skin. Her weave of hair swayed around her shoulders. She put on a sneer. She was posing. It was great. She glanced at her nails, pretending that she was unconcerned.

But her lower lip quivered.

“I’m not going to stop fucking your husband,” she said. “He likes my pussy more than yours. Deal with it. And if you threaten me, I’ll go to the press and show the world what your husband is. I’ll destroy your family.”

My mom opened the folder. “This is a non-disclosure agreement,” my mom said. “Sign it, and no one will know that you were blackmailing my daughter into sex multiple times.”

Vanessa snorted. “You got no proof. It’ll just make the scandal that more salacious.”

My mom paused. Her smile grew. “I also won’t report your embezzling.”

Vanessa stiffened. “What?”

My mom flipped through the document’s pages. She stopped on a spreadsheet and turned her file folder around. It was a list of numbers. My mom slid down the numbers on the side, stopping at those that were highlighted. “See these numbers going into your account.”

Vanessa shifted. “Just normal moving money around and—”

“My husband might be thinking with his dick,” Mom said, her voice pure honey, “that he doesn’t realize you were stealing from his campaign finance, but I’m not. This is prison time if I report this to the US Attorney.”

“You’re bluffing,” Vanessa said. “You won’t tell because I’ll reveal the affair.”

My mom shrugged. “Won’t stop you from being prosecuted and going to prison. This is a lot of money. 2.3 million you’ve siphoned off. Quite the little nest egg you’re building.”

Vanessa bit her lip.

“One call,” my mom said as she pulled out her phone from her purse and held it out before her, “to the US Attorney, and you are buried neck-deep in misery. I have his number right here. Darin Riker. His wife is named Missy. We get together for brunch twice a month. I have his personal number. No secretaries or anything between us. When he learns what I found… Well, he’ll have fun putting you away.

“It’ll look good for his career.”

I quivered with excitement. Mom arched an eyebrow while a panicked look appeared on Vanessa’s face. Her head tossed back and forth like she was a rabbit struggling to find a way out of the trap. She glanced from side to side. Then locked on the door.

“Sign this form, return the money, and you can walk out of here,” Mom said. “No prison. Nothing. You just promise never to speak of it. You’ll get your severance. You can find a new job. No one will know what you’ve done. You keep quiet, and this goes away.

“But if you say one word about what you’ve done, I will bury you.” Mom’s blue eyes grew icy. “I will bring the full might of the justice system upon you. I will make your life a living hell. 2.3 million. That’s decades in prison. When you get out, those fake titties might be perky, but the rest of you will be ruined. You’ll be fat and flabby. Your face will be worn. Your soul will be old and tired, and you will then have to start over.

“Or you can put that body to work now. Find another sap to buy that pussy of yours. I don’t care. Just get your hooks out of my husband, return the money, and you can walk away.”

Vanessa swallowed. “That’s it?”

“Unless the idea of going to prison and eating the pussy of some bull-dyke bitch sounds appealing.” Mom leaned forward. “Or maybe you like licking cunt.”

Disgust swept across Vanessa’s face. “Absolutely not.” She sighed. “Whatever. Your husband is a boring prick. You should ditch him yourself.”

Mom didn’t answer. She just turned around the document and pushed it at Vanessa. Then Mom produced a gold pen from her purse. She thrust it across the table. It rolled and rattled, stopping before Vanessa. She picked it up, her dark fingers sliding over the bright surface.

“Fuck it,” muttered Vanessa. “Your husband’s a lousy fuck. You can have the money back.”

“Oh, I’ve already recovered it,” Mom said. “You still have my husband’s name on those accounts. I’ve been taking steps to protect the finances. I’m a signature on his campaign, after all I have the same access you do. Or did.”

Vanessa grimaced. Then she scrawled her name on the bottom. “There. Done. I won’t talk. I’ll quit. There are other politicians I can use. I’m fucking Peters anyways. He’ll give me a job in an instant.”

A surge of anger shot through me. She was cheating on my daddy? Such a wave of loathing shot through me.

“Good,” Mom said. “Now, on your knees. You have to make up to my daughter, too.”

“What?” Vanessa asked as my mom took back the document. She folded it up and thrust it into her large purse.

“You have to please my daughter,” said Mom. “You might have dodged having a bull-dyke make you eat pussy, but I’m still a bitch. You made my daughter eat your cunt. You abused my little girl, and now you are going to pay. You can eat her cunt right now, or you can find a new form of legal problems. I caught you abusing her.”

“But… but…”

I shuddered in delight. I pulled up my dainty, pink skirt, flashing my naughty, white panties. They were lacy and delicate, the fabric soaked with my juices. I breathed in, smelling my sweet delight. The wicked scent filled my nose.

“It’s right here,” I purred. “Just come lick my cunt. You know you want to eat this delicious snatch. You were such a fan of making me do it. Now it’s your turn. Because I know what you are. You’re a little dyke, aren’t you? You’re my lezzie-slut now. Get over her and eat me! Put that bitch-mouth to its proper use.”

It was wonderful to say these words to her after she humiliated me. After she made me feel so terrible. It was just amazing. My juices were flowing as I marched to her, my breasts jiggling in my blouse. My nipples ached and throbbed.

“There is no way in hell I’m doing that,” Vanessa said. Her face was twisted. “We had an agreement.”

“Yes, we do,” Mom said. “And right now, only the four of us know about it. You got one last thing to do, or this document vanishes, and I make that call to the US Attorney. Prison time, or you make my daughter feel good. You pay her back for all the humiliation you heaped on her, you fucking bitch!”

My brother moved. He flowed towards her. I shuddered as he grabbed the back of her neck. “You hurt my little sister, cunt,” he snarled. There was real anger across his face. His face was stony. His blue eyes were hard. He looked like such a stud. “Make it right or else!”

A wave of lust shot through me as he pressed her down.

“On your knees, cunt, and please my sister,” Sean growled. His voice was rough and hard. He was so powerful right now. “You were cruel to her. You abused her. You made my sister miserable, and you have to fucking pay!”

Vanessa’s knees buckled. She sank down to the floor. My brother loomed over her as he stared at me. He grinned at me as he pushed the bitch’s face nearer to my snatch. Vanessa stared up at me, her eyes wild. She had a look of panic on her face as she came closer and closer to my crotch.

“Just eat her out,” Sean growled. “You owe her for that, then you can walk away, find another senator to fuck, and pretend that your cooch isn’t poison.”

“Because you’re a dyke-bitch eager to eat my cunt,” I said, so excited by this. Sean’s blue eyes locked on mine, making me shiver as I felt his strength. “Just yank down my panties and get to munching.”

“Fine,” snarled Vanessa. “I’ll eat your cooch.”

“Because you’re a nasty dyke that just wants to eat my snatch?” I asked, feeling so naughty. A wicked shudder raced through me.

She licked her plump lips and said, “I’m not.”

“Right, right, you’re not eager for it,” I growled. “Yank down my panties and feast on my yummy cunt!”

She ripped down my panties, the cloth rolling down my thighs. The sweet musk of my pussy grew stronger. I gripped my skirt, trembling with excitement. My pussy juice dripped down my thighs. I was so eager for it.

Her eyes had a smoldering look. My brother released her neck and stepped back, letting the nasty bitch please me. She jammed her head between my legs. Her cheeks rubbed against my inner thighs. Then she pressed her lips into my shaved snatch.

And licked.

My toes curled in my shoes. I let out a moan of delight as she feasted on me. My brother watched, a big grin on his face. Mom was still sitting, her hands folded beneath her legs, her blue eyes as hot as my brother’s.

Her chair creaked. I knew she was pressing her thighs tight, her clit hard. Mom loved eating my pussy.

I shuddered as Vanessa licked and lapped through my folds. Her tongue danced through me. It was incredible to feel. She fluttered her tongue through my folds. My breasts jiggled in my blouse. I groaned out in delight, my eyes rolling back in my head.

“That’s it, you naughty slut!” I groaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, jam that tongue into my cunt. Flutter it around in me. Ooh, I’m going to cum so hard on your lips. I’m going to flood that nasty mouth with my juices. Just wash all the filth from it.”

I gripped her weave, holding tight as I undulated my hips. I smeared my pussy across her face. Her tongue danced across my folds. Stroking me. Pleasure flowed through my body. Every lick sent a new wave of delight.

“Yes, yes, you’re a filthy dyke-cunt!” I hissed. “You’re just a nasty bitch! You love my cunt! You’re digging that tongue through my folds! Ooh, yes, yes! Just fuck that tongue into my snatch. Flutter it around in me. Ooh, like that.”

I shuddered. My asscheeks squeezed as the pleasure flowed through me. Her tongue brushed my clit. Sparks flew. My breasts bounced in my blouse. My fingers gripped her hair. I pulled her mouth tight against me.

“Mmm, you just love my cunt, don’t you!” I growled.

“She’s going to town on your cunt,” Sean said, his cock bulging the front of his slacks. He watched with hunger.

Mom squirmed more.

“That’s my daughter’s cunt you’re pleasing,” moaned Mom. “Just fuck your tongue into her cunt. Make her explode with that filthy mouth!”

I shuddered, eyes fluttering. Vanessa’s tongue swirled around inside of me. She stroked my inner flesh. My pussy clenched on her tongue, my delight swelling and swelling in me. My breasts bounced. My nipples throbbed, aching to be touched.

I pulled her face into my cunt. Her tongue fluttered through my folds. She licked and lapped and devoured me. My orgasm swelled. I groaned, throwing back my head. My blonde hair danced around my shoulders.

“Oh, fuck, that’s good!” I moaned. “You’re going to make me explode with that tongue. You want my cream flooding your mouth, you fucking dyke-bitch! You’re just a slut for my cunt! Mmm, yes, yes, you want me to explode.”

She groaned into my cunt.

“Just say it!” I gasped, humping against her, my pleasure swelling faster and faster.

“I… I…” she moaned.

My brother’s hand cracked down on her ass. “Say it, slut! You’re my sister’s pussy-bitch!”

Vanessa growled, “I… I’m your pussy-bitch!”

A hot shudder ran through me. My orgasm exploded through me a moment later while her tongue fluttered against my clit. Pleasure slammed through my mind. Rapture surged through my body. It swept through me in this wild rush. My pussy convulsed and spasmed. Juices gushed out of me, spilling down my thighs.

“Mmm, just keep licking,” I howled in rapture. “Lick up that cream you love!”

Her tongue danced through my folds, licking up my juices as my pleasure surged through me. My head danced back and forth. Pleasure rushed through my body. Stars burst across my vision. I heard a chair slide back.

Mom stood up as I writhed through my orgasm.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled. “Oh, my fucking god, you’re my pussy-slut! Just keep licking me! I want to keep cumming on that bitch-mouth of yours!”

She did. Vanessa devoured me. She licked at my cunt, sending another orgasm sweeping through me. I moaned and gasped, my mind boiling in rapture. Blood pumped hot through my veins. My fingers dug into her hair, gripping her as I bucked and thrashed.

Mom leaned against my brother, whispering in his ear as Vanessa made me cum again.

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

Sean Reenburg

“Fuck her ass,” Mom whispered as Maria thrashed through her orgasm, her tits heaving in her in low-cut, pink blouse.

I stared down at the kneeling Black woman. She had a great ass, plump and delicious. My dick throbbed. I groaned as Mom’s hand swept down my stomach to my slacks. Her fingers undid my button. The zipper rasped down. She shoved her hand inside and caressed my dick through my boxers.

I groaned as she stroked me. Then she dove her hand inside my underwear. I shuddered as she gripped my naked shaft. Then she pulled me out, my cock thrusting out before me. My pregnant mom licked my ear, sending a shiver racing down through me.

“Pound that slut’s asshole,” she hissed.

She released my cock as I winked at her. I fell to my knees behind Vanessa and ripped up her skirt. She had no panties on beneath, her cunt shaved, her pussy lips looking plump, her pink, inner depths peeking out. She was drenched. Her tangy musk filled my nose.

My gaze slid up to her ass. Her plump and ebony butt-cheeks hid her asshole. I pressed my cock against her cunt, rubbing her juices into the tip. She moaned into my cumming sister’s cunt. Maria shuddered, her body wiggling from side to side.

“Fuck that bitch!” Maria moaned. “Ooh, pound her! She wants it. Oh, my fucking god, bro, she’s got her tongue inside my cunt! That’s how much she wants my cream flooding down her throat and your dick fucking her hard!”

I grinned at my sister, winked at her.

With my dick’s tip soaked in Vanessa’s juices, I brought my cock to her asshole. I pressed against her backdoor. I groaned as I rubbed my sensitive crown against her puckered sphincter. I loved the feel of it. My pale cock pressed in between her dark butt-cheeks.

I pushed into her anal depths. She moaned as I worked into her bowels. Her bowels slid over my cock’s tip, engulfing me in her velvety delight. I groaned as I pressed into her. She whimpered into my sister’s snatch, her head still pressed into that yummy pussy.

“Eat my sister’s hot cunt!” I growled. “Feast on her! Make her cum over and over, you nasty bitch!”

I rammed my cock to the hilt in Vanessa’s asshole. I shuddered as the pleasure flowed up my dick. My balls smacked into her taint, her butt-cheeks rippling. She whimpered into my sister’s cunt. Her anal sheath clenched around my cock.

“Oh, yes, yes, fuck her asshole!” hissed my little sister. “Pound her, bro! Ooh, she’s going to make me cum again!”

“Good!” I growled, my anger at this bitch driving my hips. I drew back my cock and then slammed my shaft into the depths of Vanessa’s bowels.

SMACK!

My crotch slapped into her asshole. I groaned at the pleasure flowing down my dick. My heart pounded in my chest. She moaned into my sister’s cunt. I drew back again and thrust. I fucked her with my passion. I let her feel that she was a bitch.

Our bitch.

My sister and I used her. I grinned at Maria, her face flushed. Her blue eyes twinkled in delight. Her hips moved, her skirt rustling, bunched around her waist. She moaned and gasped, grinding her cunt on the bitch’s mouth.

“Ooh, yes, you dyke-cunt!” hissed Maria. “Use that asshole! Make my brother cum! You love it! I knew you would! You love it up the ass because you’re just that much of a disgusting slut!”

“A nasty bitch!” I growled, thrusting harder into Vanessa’s bowels.

My balls smacked into her taint over and over, growing heavier and heavier with my cum as I sodomized her. I pounded her asshole, the velvety friction burning around my dick. I groaned as this delight surged around me. I buried into her hard.

Every thrust brought me closer and closer to dumping my cum in the bitch’s asshole. I would flood her. I gripped her hips, thrusting harder, rocking her into my little sister’s cunt. The bitch moaned into Maria’s cunt.

“That’s it, bro!” my sister moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, just fuck that cock into that cunt’s bowels. She’s moaning into my snatch. I’m going to cum again!”

“Good!” I growled. “Use her! Use the bitch’s fucking mouth. She deserves to make you cum!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” howled my sister. “Oh, that’s fucking hot. Oh, she’s got her tongue so deep in me and… Sean, yes!”

My sister’s body bucked. Her breasts heaved in her blouse. They were so lush. They should be free. I growled, watching the pleasure cross her face. I knew she was creaming the bitch’s mouth, flooding the dyke-whore with all that sweet passion.

My balls tightened as they cracked into the bitch’s taint.

My dick throbbed and swelled. It was just an ache that built and built. It was a pressure that had to escape. Normally, I wanted my woman to cum. To make sure the girl felt as amazing as me. But this bitch didn’t deserve it.

“Cream the cunt’s mouth!” I howled as I buried into the bitch’s asshole.

“Yes!” my sister moaned.

I exploded into Vanessa’s bowels. My jizz fired out of me. Powerful blasts sent rapture shooting through me. I groaned, my body bucking. The heat melted my mind. This treat surged through me. My heart pounded in my chest, the pleasure surging through my body.

Every eruption sent such ecstasy hammering into my thoughts. I loved it. I groaned as the bliss burned through my body. I unloaded every drop of my cum into the bitch’s bowels. I panted, my chest rising and falling.

“That’s it, bitch!” howled Maria. “That’s how you make up for being a cunt! Now get out of our lives! We don’t need you, slut!”

I ripped my cock out of Vanessa’s asshole. I stood, my slacks rustling around my thighs. I leaned against the table, panting as I came down from my orgasmic high. The bitch rose to her feet. Her face was smeared with pussy juices. My cum stained her butt-cheeks.

She looked dazed as she shoved down her skirt and stumbled to the door. She opened it and there was my father. He shifted out of the way. She didn’t look at him as she rushed past him. Dad swallowed, looking a little nervous himself as he peered back in the conference room.

“Is it…?” he asked.

“You are pathetic,” Mom hissed. “It’s done. She won’t ruin your political career.”

Relief flooded across my father’s face.

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

Maria Reenburg

Two weeks after we dealt with Vanessa, we hadn’t heard a peep from her. She was still around the Capitol Building sucking that other state senator’s dick. I hoped she got caught robbing her new sugar daddy blind and go to prison.

But so long as she remembered our agreement, I didn’t care. Daddy may be a smidge pathetic, but he was still my sexy father. I didn’t want him to get hurt. I enjoyed the time I spent with him. His cock just felt amazing pumping in and out of my asshole.

But it wasn’t Daddy I was interested in at the moment.

It was Saturday evening. My brother was playing video games in the living room when I strolled up to him and tossed him my Corvette keys. He jumped when they landed in his lap. He stared down at them in shock while on the TV his character died.

“What the hell?” he asked. He snatched up the keys. “You giving me my car back?”

“Nope, just want you to drive me,” I said, my pussy aching beneath my tight jean skirt. I had no panties on, the air caressing the naked folds of my snatch as I stood in my wide-leg stance.

“Why?” he asked, giving me a suspicious look. Mom and Dad were at a fundraiser in Washington D.C., Dad making his connections for his bid for higher office next year. While Mom and Dad didn’t sleep together, Mom had no interest in divorcing him. I think she was getting off on cuckolding him with Sean.

And, well, it was kinda hot.

“Trust me,” I purred. “It’ll be worth it.” I ran my tongue over my lips as sexily as possible.

Sean burst into laughter. “What was that?”

I gave an annoyed huff. “If you can’t recognize sexy, then you’re blind.”

“Oh, I can recognize it,” he said, his eyes drinking in my look, running up and down my body, “but that… That was like you were slobbering over your lips.”

I narrowed my eyes. “I can find someone else to drive me.” Frost coated my words. “It doesn’t have to be you.”

He rose, a big grin on his face. “Oh, I don’t care if you slobber over your lips. There are other places I can kiss you.”

“Yes,” I hissed. “That’s what I want. Now come drive my car! It’ll be worth it.”

His eyes flicked down to my crotch. “I know it will be.”

He was so sure he was getting pussy. And, well, he was, but… I couldn’t be mad at his cockiness. I loved how bold he was.

I hooked my arm in his and whispered our destination. He blinked at that. It was remote part of Yolo County, out where the almond tree groves were. He shrugged and in no time he was backing my Corvette out of the driveway.

I didn’t paint it pink, but only because I liked Sean driving me around in it, and he wouldn’t look cool in a pink car.

He sped us there, showing off. The growl of the powerful V8 engine had my pussy melting. He was such a pro at driving it fast. My twenty-year-old brother wove in and out of traffic on the freeway, then he was passing cars on surface streets, roaring towards the destination.

I shuddered the entire way, cooing and giggling, my pussy growing wetter and wetter as my excitement mounted. This would be awesome. I couldn’t wait to do this. To have this wild time with my brother.

We finally reached it, a little hill overlooking the almond groves. The sun had set to the west. The Sierra Nevadas were looming dark behind us. I shivered in delight as he looked over at me, a gleam in his blue eyes.

“So, why did you want me to take you to a make-out spot?” he asked. “We can do that at home. We don’t have to hide it.”

“It’s been a month since I stopped taking my birth control pill,” I purred, my pussy growing wetter and wetter. “It takes that long for it to wear off. It’s the right time in my cycle. I want to get bred in my car the way a naughty girl should.”

“What about Dad?” he asked, staring at my nineteen-year-old body with such a hungry gleam in his eye. “I thought he was getting to breed you.”

“I changed my mind,” I said, twisting in my seat and leaned against the door. I spread my legs, my left throwing over his head and resting atop his seat. My jean skirt rose up. Thanks to the dome light, I knew he could see my shaved pussy. “I want a man to breed me. Dad’s fun, but…”

“He’s pathetic,” Sean growled. “But the bet?”

“I never promised that Dad would breed me, just that it was my choice who got to breed me.” I winked at him. “Well? What are you waiting on? Unless you’re”—he pounced as I was in mid-sentence—“pathetic! Yes, yes, Sean!”

He buried his face between my thighs. The stubble on his twenty-year-old cheeks rubbed down my thighs. His hungry lips were at my pussy. I groaned, my chair creaking as my brother’s tongue whipped through my pussy folds.

I was dripping wet for this moment. I shuddered in delight as I felt him lick and lap and tongue through me. His hands shoved beneath the seat. The gear shift had to be digging into his stomach, but he didn’t care.

He had his little sister’s snatch to eat.

And boy did he eat it.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled, my head rubbing against the window. I humped against him as my hands peeled off my tank top, my round breasts spilling out. I threw my top to the floor and groaned as he ran his tongue up and down my folds.

He brushed my clit.

“Sean!” I moaned. “Ooh, yes, you’re going to breed me like Mom! We’re going to have your children!”

“Yes, you are!” Sean growled into my snatch.

His tongue danced through my folds. He sucked and licked and nibbled on them. I shuddered, my toes curling. My heart thundered in my chest as he took another lick through my pussy lips. My body trembled, the pleasure flowing through me.

This incestuous delight built and built in me. This eagerness. He was priming my pussy for his seed. He was getting me ready to be bred. My naked toes curled. The seat creaked as I squirmed, the door shifting slightly behind me.

My moans filled the car while the windshield grew foggy with our passion. His tongue darted through my folds, thick and bold. He attacked me, feasted on me. My brother knew what I liked, and he gave it to me.

“Oh, yes, Sean!” I gasped as his tongue fluttered against my clit while his whiskered chin rubbed at my sensitive labia.

Trembles washed through my body. My body came alive. It was an incredible treat to experience. My brother hungered for my body. He wanted to give me all the pleasure in the world. And that was okay with me.

My head tossed back and forth as his tongue slid up through my folds again. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering. My heart thundered in my chest. My hands clenched and relaxed as he licked and lapped at my snatch, tingles darting through me.

My hips danced back and forth. I whimpered, my heart thundering in my chest. It was an incredible treat to experience. This wondrous delight that had my eyes opening wide. My head slammed back into the window.

“Oh, Sean, yes!” I moaned. “Ooh, you’re going to make me cum! You’re going to make my pussy receptive to your seed. You’re breeding me tonight!”

“Yes, I am!” he snarled, his hands gripping my ass. He squeezed and kneaded my rump as he devoured my cunt. “I’m going to make you explode. You’re going to melt into a puddle of rapture.”

“Mmm, do that!” I whimpered. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s what I need. Oh, I love it! That’s so naughty, bro. Just feast on me.”

My brother latched his lips onto my clit. He sucked on it while his hands moved. His thumbs slid into my butt-crack. One went north, crossing my taint, and found my pussy lips. The other slid south to discover my asshole.

I gasped as he thrust both thumbs into my holes at the same time. He filled my pussy and asshole with his thick digits. My cunt and bowels clamped down on him as I bucked. He sucked with such passion on my clit.

He loved it.

This heat swelled through me. This wondrous delight that had me groaning. My head tossed back and forth. I whimpered as he loved my little bud in his mouth. His thumbs pumped in and out of my holes, jamming into me at nearly the same rhythm. Two different frictions teased me.

“Sean, Sean, yes!” I gasped. “You’re such an amazing brother! I’m going to have your babies! I’m going to be bred by you! Ooh, yes, yes, that’s wonderful. Just love me. Make me explode.”

His thumbs buried deep into my holes as he sucked with all his might on my clit.

The pressure swelled inside of me. My breast jiggled. I squeezed them, fingernails biting into my flesh. My brother’s tongue danced around my clit then he sucked on my bud again. The pressure swelled in my cunt. My asshole and pussy clenched down on his probing thumbs.

All these wonderful sensations raced through me. They teased me. My mind melted beneath the onslaught of rapture. I groaned, my eyes fluttering. I whimpered. My body bucked as my clit sparked with pleasure over and over. The heat landed in my cunt.

On my impending orgasm.

“Sean!” I howled as my incestuous rapture exploded through me.

My climax detonated.

My pussy and asshole writhed about his thumbs. He jammed them deep in me as the pleasure rushed through my body. I gasped, stars bursting across my vision. My head danced back and forth as the rapture burned across my thoughts.

It was incredible. This heat that I needed. It made me gasp and shiver in delight. I whimpered and groaned. My heart beat with this incredible passion. My thighs squeezed about his head. I held him to my cunt as this wondrous delight washed through me.

Over and over, just sweeping through my body, leaving me gasping and moaning in delight. I needed him to be in me. I had to feel his cum spurting into me. I squeezed my thighs around his head as I rode through the orgasm.

“You’re going to breed me!” I howled as my orgasm carried me to such heights of rapture. “Oh, Sean, I’m going to have your babies! Give them to me! I need it!”

He wrenched his head up from my pussy. He stared at me with wild, blue eyes, pussy cream dripping down his face. He grinned at me as he leaned back in his chair, his dick tenting the front of his jogging shorts.

He shoved them down along with his boxers. His dick popped out, swaying there, thick and hard. He was just a tad bigger than Daddy. Precum beaded at the tip, a preview of the incestuous seed that would kindle a new life in me.

I was having my brother’s baby!

I threw myself over the gear shifter.

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

Sean Reenburg

As my sister straddled me, I shoved back the seat as far as it would go. She was lithe and slender. She had enough room between me and the steering wheel. Both her hands gripped my face, caressing her pussy cream coating my features. Her blue eyes were glassy, wild. Her blonde hair swept about her flushed face.

Her round breasts jiggled before me.

She sank down towards my hard cock. I grabbed my shaft, holding it in place. I groaned as her pussy lips caressed the tip. A wild grin flashed across her face, brimming with that passion that made my cock ache.

She impaled her cunt down my dick.

She engulfed me in a heartbeat. I yanked my hand clear just in time as her wet, silky flesh slid down my shaft. I shuddered, throbbing inside her silky embrace. I groaned my pleasure as she squirmed on me, shifting her snatch around my shaft.

“Mmm, this is the dick that’s breeding me,” she moaned, her blue eyes sparkling. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed against me.

She kissed me, tasting her own sweet cream as her pussy clenched around my dick. My hands grabbed her ass as our tongues dueled. We shared in this incestuous moment. My dick basted in her hot cream. I could have stayed in her like this forever.

Just marinating in her incestuous passion.

But that wouldn’t get me to cum. That wouldn’t pump my jizz into her fertile depths. I had to breed her. I needed to knock up my little sister. It was a passionate ache that filled me. That drove me to grab her hips and pump her ass up and down my cock.

She groaned, her pussy squeezing around me as I lifted her up my dick. Her silky pussy clung to me. This wondrous sheath that held onto me. I groaned in delight, drinking in the friction caressing my shaft—my cock’s sensitive tip—as she moved. I gripped her ass and then pulled her down.

She bottomed out on me.

Maria moaned into our kiss. Her arms tightened, her breasts pressing into my chest. I clutched her tight, wishing I’d taken off my t-shirt so I could feel those naked tits on me. Her nipples were hard through my cotton. She whimpered as our tongues dueled.

I gripped her asscheeks. I held her tight as I worked her pussy up and down my dick. She bathed my cock in her passion over and over. She took me to the hilt time and time again. I grunted into her mouth as I savored this delight. Her tongue dancing and dueling through my mouth. I loved her with all my heart, my balls growing tighter and tighter as she rode me.

Our tongues caressed each other as we shared our incestuous passion.

I broke the kiss, gasping, panting as my sister’s rump flexed beneath my fingers. She squeezed her pussy around my dick as I lifted her up my cock. Then she gasped as I impaled her down my shaft again, that hot cunt embracing every inch of my dick.

“Oh, yes, yes, you’re going to breed me, bro!” she panted. She pressed her forehead against mine.

Her blue eyes met mine. They were my universe. She was so exciting. So special. I loved my mom, but Maria…

We went through with our bet, both of us eager to fuck our parents, and yet here we were sharing this moment. She wanted to be bred by me, not Daddy, and I wanted to pump my sister full of cum. It would be incredible. Just a treat to experience.

I would flood her to the hilt with my spunk. Every drop of my spunk would spill into her. I would breed her right now. As I stared into her blue eyes, a mirror to my own, I wanted that. I wanted to watch my sister’s belly grow round with her pregnancy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I grunted as she rode me, my fingers digging into her asshole. “I’m going to breed a daughter into your pussy!”

“What if it’s a son?” she asked, a playfulness entering her eyes.

I grinned at her as she worked that pussy up and down my dick. “We need another bet.”

“Mmm, a naughty one?” gasped my little sister. “What do you get if I have your daughter, huh?”

“When she’s eighteen,” I panted, squeezing her rump, “you have to lick her pussy and get her ready for me to pop her cherry.”

“Deal!” she moaned. “And if I have a son, then you have to lick mine and get him ready so I can make him into a man!”

“Deal!” I groaned, her pussy growing hotter about my cock. “I love you, Maria!”

The words burst out of my mouth without any thought, but the change in her was incredible. She shuddered as her pussy slammed down my dick. A smile spread across her lips, dimples forming in her flushed cheeks.

“I love you so much, Sean!” she moaned. “You’re just like me! You’re just as much of a pervert! Mmm, we’re going to have so much fun together. Playing with our parents! With our kids!”

“Yes!” I snarled.

“So breed me!” she moaned. “Put a son or daughter in me! I want to have as many bets with you as I can!”

She rose up my cock again, her pussy molten around my shaft. I groaned, my dick throbbing in her depths. The ache swelled at the tip. She swirled her hips around, dancing her pussy around my cock, teasing me.

Then she impaled herself down my dick again.

She moaned as she took every inch of me. Her silky flesh bathed the tip of my shaft. My cock throbbed in her depths. She kissed me hard on the mouth as her pussy convulsed around my dick. She bucked on my lap, moaning.

Maria’s juices gushed out around my cock. Her incestuous passion bathed my crotch and balls. Her sweet musk filled the air as her orgasm swept through her. It was an incredible delight to behold. I groaned as the passion swept over me.

I kissed her with such intensity. With this wonderful passion. My tongue danced and dueled with her as she shuddered atop me. The ache swelled at the tip of my dick. My balls, soaked in her cream, tightened.

I squeezed her ass.

Moaning into her lips, I erupted into my little sister’s fertile pussy.

Every eruption of incestuous cum fired dizzying rapture through me. The bliss slammed into my mind. I shuddered into the kisses, my fingers digging into her rump. I held her tight as she squirmed atop me. Her writhing cunt milked my cock.

The pleasure intensified as I kept spilling jizz into her. I pumped my little sister full of my cum. It spilled rapture across my thoughts. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. I shuddered and groaned into her kiss.

She broke the kiss, howling, “You’re breeding me, bro! You’re doing it right now!”

“Yes!” I growled. “Milk my cock! Your pussy… Fuck!”

I fired the last blast of cum into her. The seat creaked as I squirmed against it. My breath exploded from me as my orgasm peaked, died. I leaned back, panting, my orgasm transforming into that buzzing, heady delight pumping through my veins.

“Oh, damn, Maria, I love playing with you.”

“Me, too,” she moaned. She rubbed her nose against mine. Then she kissed me.

I loved my sister a lot. I thought it was Mom, that Maria was just someone to have fun with, but this was the true delight in my life. I wouldn’t stop making love to Mom, and I knew that my sister would still enjoy Dad, but it was me and her.

I could feel it in the passion of our kiss.

In the naughty fun we would have.

As I loved my sister, I couldn’t wait for the result of this bet. It would be months before we knew, and years and years before the payout, but that would make the results so much sweeter.

To be continued…

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[Opening Theme: “Violet Skies” by In This Moment]

EPISODE 5:
“Sleepovers are More Fun with Toys!
Deadly Fumes in the Night!”

The doorbell rang. Jennifer hurried to the door and opened it, revealing a smiling Theresa. Both girls squealed with excitement. “Get in here, you,” Jennifer said, grabbing her arm and pulling her inside. As soon as she got the door closed, Theresa pushed her against it and kissed her. Jennifer returned the kiss, and said after Theresa finally pulled away, “Not so shy about what you want anymore, are you.”

Theresa smiled again. “Thank you for inviting me over to ‘study’. Now take me to your room or I swear I’ll rip your clothes off right here.”

“Mmm, that’s tempting, but it’s this way.” Jennifer took her by the hand and led her to her bedroom. Theresa closed the door behind them and the two of them shed their clothes on the way to falling onto the bed together. They resumed kissing, and their hands roamed everywhere, feeling and groping each other’s breasts, legs, asses, and pussies, moaning into each other’s mouths as their excitement grew. As Jennifer’s fingers rubbed across Theresa’s moist cunt lips, she noticed there was a lot less hair than before, only a small, neatly trimmed patch remained. “Oooo, you shaved,” she cooed.

“You like it?” Theresa asked.

“I love it,” Jennifer replied, then pulled away and headed straight for it. She immediately started moving her tongue through the folds of Theresa’s pussy.

“Oohhh, God yes,” Theresa moaned. She reached for Jennifer’s leg and pulled it towards her. Jennifer repositioned herself above Theresa for a sixty-nine, and started moaning herself as she felt the other girl’s mouth against her own dripping wet slit. The two girls teased each other’s cunts briefly but soon moved on to mutual licking and sucking of their clits. Theresa was the first to cum, her head fell back away from Jennifer’s pussy as she yelled out in pleasure. As soon as she caught her breath, she dove back in, intent on returning the favor. It wasn’t long before she was successful, and heard Jennifer screaming down between her legs. They kept at it until they had both reached orgasm a second time, then Jennifer reversed herself and the two girls kissed again, their lips and faces wet with each other’s juices.

Jennifer pulled herself free from Theresa’s arms and slid off the bed. “Mmm, don’t go,” Theresa pleaded.

“A while back, I was snooping around in my dad’s room, and I found this box of Mom’s old stuff buried in the back of the closet. I took it, and Dad never said anything,” Jennifer explained while sliding the box out from under the bed. Theresa heard a click and then a hum, then Jennifer climbed back into bed holding a vibrating dildo. “So now I get to use this on you.”

“Oh shit, you have sex toys? I’ve had to make do with my hairbrush handle and a back massager,” Theresa said, then she moaned as she felt the trembling phallus against her clit. “Aaaahhh, oh fuck, yes, that feels incredible.” Jennifer slid the vibrator down along Theresa’s pussy lips, and then pushed it slowly inside her, increasing the volume of the girl’s moans. She moved her fingers to Theresa’s clit and rubbed it vigorously while she moved the vibrator in and out of her pussy, shoving it deep inside. “Oh God, oh God, I’m cummiiiing!” Theresa said, and screamed while her back arched against the bed. She panted and moaned while Jennifer left the vibrator buzzing away inside her, and gave a long sigh when she finally pulled it out.

Jennifer vanished from the bed again, and reappeared with another dildo attached firmly in position between her legs. “I didn’t think I’d ever actually use this, but now I’m gonna fuck you good.”

“Holy shit, your Mom had a strap-on? Who did she use it on?” Theresa wondered.

“No idea, and don’t kill the mood by making me think about it,” Jennifer said, taking position over Theresa. She aimed the artificial dick at the other girl’s sopping wet pussy and pushed it inside. She thrust her hips, ramming the dildo in and out of Theresa’s snatch, making her moan loudly. “You like that? You like my cock, baby?”

“Oh fuck yes, I love it, give it to me,” Theresa encouraged. Their lips met and they kissed while Jennifer pounded her.

Then Jennifer pulled out and said, “Turn over on all fours. Time for you to take it doggie.” Theresa did as instructed and looked back over her shoulder as Jennifer got into position and reinserted the fake cock deep into her. She slammed it in and out, steadying herself with one hand while she reached forward with the other. She squeezed one of Theresa’s breasts, then the other, then moved her hand slowly down across her belly until she finally reached her clit and started teasing it. It wasn’t long before Theresa erupted in another orgasm, yelling loudly, and then collapsed on the bed. Jennifer got down beside her and snuggled with her.

After a few minute’s rest, Theresa reached down and took hold of the cock, still wet with her juices. “Do I get to use this on you now?”

“You damn well better,” Jennifer said, kissing her again. Theresa unbuckled the harness and slid it down Jennifer’s legs, then stood beside the bed while she put it on and fastened it. Jennifer quickly moved in and took the faux penis into her mouth, performing an erstaz blowjob while Theresa looked down at her.

“Oh, you’re a good cocksucker, aren’t you?” Theresa teased.

“Mm-hm,” Jennifer replied with her mouth full.

“You want it in your pussy? Ready for me to fuck you hard?”

“Mm-hm,” Jennifer repeated. Theresa pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her. Jennifer grabbed the dildo and guided it into her pussy. Theresa thrust with her hips slowly at first, but her speed grew with her confidence and lust as she groped Jennifer’s tits and kissed her deeply. Jennifer moaned into her mouth with increasing volume until she finally screamed and thrashed from orgasm. Theresa lifted her head, and Jennifer smiled up at her, then pulled it back down into another kiss.

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The door creaked slightly as it opened a few inches, just enough space to admit a plush alicorn. “Jennifer!” whispered Princess Sugarshine as she landed on the bed. The two girls were sleeping, still naked, with Jennifer spooned against Theresa’s back. “Jennifer!” Sugarshine quietly called again, while poking her in the back.

Jennifer groaned, and said, “What is it? Go away, we’re sleeping.”

“A monster has appeared. You need to go.”

“Ohhhh, dammit, why tonight? Fine, I’m coming.” Jennifer gently pulled away from Theresa and slipped off the bed. She walked to her window, opened it, and removed the screen. She climbed up and perched, still naked, with her feet on the windowsill.

She looked back to make sure Theresa was still asleep, then whispered “Gimme a V! I! C! T! O! R! Y! What’s that spell? Victory!” On the final word she leapt out the window, and the charms flew off her bracelet and circled around her, turning into a swirling cloud of golden sparkles. The rush of sparkles tickled against her skin, especially her tits and pussy. A sports bra and thong formed around her body. The striped braid appeared, starting from her shoulders and meeting in the middle, then the shell formed moving downward over her breasts, stopping with the lower braid. Bloomers formed over her thong, and the skirt pleats appeared, spinning around her body, drawing closer to her until they attached at her waist. Ankle socks and boots formed around her feet. Her hair blew wildly behind her, then came together and wove itself into a single braid down her back, secured with a red hair tie. A yellow glow appeared over her nose, then split into two that moved up and back, creating the visor. From the top of the visor and around to the back of her head, the helmet formed. A final flurry of sparkles moved over her chest, leaving behind block letters that spelled out “Cheer”. Then the sparkles dissipated as she landed outside.

She immediately performed a round off back handspring full twist layout, and landed to find herself surrounded by dense fog. “That’s weird, it wasn’t foggy back home,” she mused aloud.

“Nor is it anywhere else, just here,” said Matt’s voice in her ear.

“Matt? Are you here?” she asked.

“Just arriving. I’m setting down at the edge of the fog. Where are you, can you see anything?”

“Not more than a couple feet in front of me,” Jennifer said, reaching out with her arms and taking a few slow steps forward. The fog was faintly illuminated by several nearby light sources, but visibility was near zero. “Where are we?”

“Parking lot. Bensonville Plaza. Plenty of room to move around, so don’t worry about that. Just don’t smack into any of the lampposts.” That was the strip mall, the town’s other main shopping area besides downtown proper. Matt could see that the unnatural fog hung thick over the whole area, and was spreading wider. It started to engulf Panther’s feet. He heard Jennifer cry out. “What? What is it?”

“Something cut me, on my arm. It went by me very fast,” she responded. She pulled a bloodied hand away from her upper arm and examined it. There were three parallel gashes. “Are those claw marks?”

“Claws? How deep? Are you okay?” Matt asked.

“It got me pretty good, but it should heal when I change back, everything else always has,” she answered. “Pom-poms,” she added, summoning the magical weapons. Then she yelled again, louder this time.

“Jennifer!” Matt exclaimed.

“I’m okay. Fucker got me in the back this time and knocked me down.” Jennifer stood and winced at the pain from the wounds on her back. She felt her bra slipping off her tits, obviously the creature had sliced right through both her uniform shell and the bra.

“Something in the fog is messing with Panther’s sensors. He’s analyzing it and trying to compensate, but right now I can’t get a fix on you. You should get out of there,” said Matt.

“Hush!” Jennifer said.

“I’m serious, fighting this one blind may be too dangerous!”

“I’m trying to listen!” she insisted. Matt wisely shut up. Jennifer closed her eyes and concentrated on the sounds around her, pom-poms held at the ready. She heard rapid footsteps moving across the parking lot. She waited until the direction to the sound held steady, no doubt the monster had turned to make another charge at her. “Fighting Spirit Fiery Burst!”

“Jennifer, wait!” Matt shouted. The fog exploded. Panther’s cockpit shook as the blast roared past. “Jennifer!” Matt shouted again.

“Owww, Goddammit,” she muttered, while picking herself up off the ground again.

“Panther just now worked out that the fog is explosive, but I guess we found that out the hard way too. I can see you now, are you okay?”

“A little singed. I’ve had worse. You?”

“Panther has some ankle damage. The gas was getting into the joints, and I bet the shock wave built up a lot of power as it got out this far. You probably got the lightest hit being in the center of it,” Matt said. “Oh shit, there he is!” Jennifer turned towards the mecha and saw the creature running towards it at a speed rivaling that of large four-legged animals, and generating more of the fog behind it as it ran. It slipped between Panther’s feet, striking with its claws, and they became engulfed in the mist once more.

The damage indications for Panther’s left ankle increased, until Matt felt it nearly collapse. He shifted his weight to Panther’s right leg, but the monster naturally was attacking that ankle now. “Shit. Shoo, get away,” he said, while trying to kick at his right foot using his useless left foot. It didn’t do any good. The right ankle gave way completely and he went down hard on Panther’s back.

“Matt!” Jennifer shouted.

“Fuuuck. I’m okay, but Panther’s repairs will take a little while, and I don’t think this thing is going to give us any breathing room,” he said. The creature had already sped away, spreading its cloud over the parking lot. Jennifer was once again in the thick of it.

“Jennifer! I saw the explosion and Matt going down. I’m almost there. What’s going on?” said Princess Sugarshine in her head.

“Sugarshine, we have a tough one tonight. Can you see anything other than the fog?” Jennifer asked.

“No, nothing,” she said.

Jennifer grunted in frustration. “If only there was something to blow this fog away.”

“Yeah, too bad it’s calm weather tonight,” Matt said.

“No, I mean like the wind from a helicopter or something,” said Jennifer.

“Rotor wash,” said Matt. “Panther, how much downward air flow does the hoverwing create? Good. Okay, Jennifer, we’re going with your idea, but with a twist, since that thing still runs too fast to attack from the ground. I heard you say Sugarshine is here, right? Have her fly over the fog and verbally lead you out of it. Get clear and then keep going. I’ll send the hoverwing down to pick you up. Panther, set up remote manual control of the hoverwing for me.”

“Sugarshine! Guide me out of this fog. We have a plan,” Jennifer called out, while slipping her now useless bra out from under her top and tossing it aside. With the pony’s help, she was able to quickly exit the fog bank. She ran another two blocks away, clutching her breasts with her hands to compensate for the loss of her bra, and saw Panther’s large aircraft coming down to meet her.

“The repair nanites have created a harness for you. Get your pike ready and latch in,” Matt said.

“Baton!” Jennifer called, while putting her hands together and drawing them apart again. After the baton formed, she started it spinning and tossed it into the air twice. “Spinning… Ignition… Burning… Pike!” With a burst of sparks, the baton completed its transformation. She clutched it in her hands and ran under the hoverwing. “Fuck, this thing is huge up close. Okay, I see the harness. Time to be aggressive. B, E, aggressive.” She let the mechanical straps take hold of her and pull her up to the underbelly of the hoverwing. Then it lifted off.

“Here we go,” said Matt. “None too soon, either. Panther’s armor is taking hits from the monster again, and the damage is really building up.” The hoverwing flew low towards the Plaza, and when it arrived the fog was immediately blown away from it, revealing the slightly battered mecha. The monster ceased its attack and fled.

“It’s working! I can see you! And the creature! It’s on the move!” Jennifer shouted over the noise of the engines.

“Keeping with it,” Matt responded. The hoverwing stayed above the creature as it ran across the parking lot, its fog blowing away uselessly as soon as it was created. “Get ready to release.”

“What? You didn’t say you were going to drop me oh shiiiiit!” Jennifer yelled as the harness let go and she fell towards the monster. She quickly reoriented her pike to point downwards and held on tight as it plunged straight into the monster’s back, impaling it all the way through. The creature hit the ground and skidded to a stop while Jennifer rolled with her forward momentum away from it. She jumped to her feet as soon as she could and called out, “Megaphone! Roar of the Crowd Scorching Sonic Blast!” The megaphone appeared in her hand and unleashed its power onto the defeated creature, destroying it utterly.

– – –

Jennifer crept towards her window and grabbed onto the sill. She whispered, “Final score, game over!” Her uniform burst into a cloud of golden sparkles that swirled around her and reformed into the charm bracelet as she pulled herself inside, once again naked. She left the screen out for the time being so that Sugarshine could get back in, then yawned and returned to bed next to Theresa. She settled into her pillow and closed her eyes.

“So… were you going to tell me that you’re Cheer Raider?” said a clearly not asleep Theresa. Jennifer cringed and cursed silently.

[Ending Theme: “Mechanical Love” by In This Moment]

“Debbie Woods here, reporting live from Bensonville. Uh-oh! It looks like the cat is out of the bag, but these girls definitely know what to do with a loose pussy! Join us next time, when an extra girl means extra hot sex, and an extra large monster means extra trouble, on Cheer Raider and SABRE Panther, Episode 6: ‘You Want to See My Powerful Colossus, and Also My Giant Robot? Bigger is Badder!’ Go! Fight! Win!”

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Laura, a lesbian, has been blackmailed into taking part at an experimental program at the Mayim Clinic which aims to recondition her to enjoy hetero sex….

Chapter 11
CONDITIONING

At the end of the work day, Laura took her pills. She had phoned ahead to the Mayim Clinic this time to check they were necessary, and Amy had responded that yes, they absolutely were, and that Laura would be in the chair again tonight.

The chair! Laura’s pussy was drooling at the thought even before the pill. She knew it was silly and slutty to think that way – it wasn’t the chair that had made her happy, it was just that she’d been on the aphrodisiac pills every time she’d be in it – but still she associated it with immense levels of sexual pleasure.

Laura made her way to the Mayim Clinic with her twat throbbing. She must have looked strange as she walked, surreptiously trying to rub her thighs together with each step to stimulate her cunt. She wanted so badly to just stop on the sidewalk as she walked and dig her fingers into her fuckhole, but she was getting better (she thought) at controlling her slutty pill-induced urges and anyway she knew the release of the chair was coming.

At the clinic, she was ushered into the changing room by Amy and didn’t even care that Royce watched her disrobe. His eyes roving over her naked, bare tits and her shaved cunt didn’t bother her. She just wanted to feel that vibrator inside her.

Amy escorted her into the room with the chair and bound her into the device. Laura’s arms were strapped to the chair, her legs to the stirrups, her waist held in place, and then Amy pushed the anal plug against the entrance to her ass, and slid the dildo into Laura’s wet, welcoming pussy. Laura sighed sluttily as it went in.

Amy wasn’t done yet, though. With Laura strapped in place, she approached Laura with a set of wires terminating in sharp-toothed alligator clamps.

“What are they for?” asked Laura nervously. She realised that in her haze of arousal she hadn’t even asked what the purpose of today’s work was. Amy had already said they didn’t need any more calibrations from her, so why was she in the chair?

Amy ignored Laura, but Laura soon got the answer to her question anyway. Amy clipped one wire to each of Laura’s nipples. The sharp teeth of the clamps bit into Laura’s titflesh, and she squealed in pain. She jerked back and forth, but there was no way to move her arms or escape the chair, and therefore no way to remove the hateful barbed clamps from her breasts.

“Ow! Amy, stop it!” Laura yelled, still wiggling.

“This is the next phase, Laura,” said Amy. “Conditioning. Don’t worry. You’ll probably even get to enjoy the clamps soon.” Amy still had wires in her hand, though, and it turned out these were for Laura’s labia. She reached between Laura’s legs and clamped one on each side of the dildo in Laura’s twat, the metal teeth biting painfully into Laura’s cuntflaps.

“Owwww….” whined Laura.

With no further explanation, Amy stepped back and started a video on the big screen. At the same time, the vibrator in Laura’s cunt began to hum and buzz, and Laura discovered Amy was right – the pain was unimportant next to the pleasure from the stimulation of her pussy.

The film was heterosexual sex, Laura saw to her disappointment. In fact, it seemed to be entirely blowjob porn. Each scene was more or less the same. It would show a kneeling, naked, big-titted woman. A naked man would step into the frame. The girl would open her mouth, and then the man would grab her by her hair, and push his cock into her mouth. The woman would suck on it for a while, and then the scene would change and repeat with a new slut and a new cock.

Laura was grateful that she at least had a good view of the sluts. She could see them kneeling, their tits presented prettily, and fantasise about kissing them or licking them. And when the women took the cock in their mouths, Laura could pretend it was her strap-on dildo. She sighed happily as the vibrator continued to pleasure her twat.

Then something different happened. A man was stepping up to put his cock in the mouth of a girl, but the girl turned away and closed her mouth, rejecting the cock. The tip of the penis bounced against her lips, blocked from entering.

Several things happened simultaneously. On screen, the man slapped the girl hard across the face. And at the same time, an agonising jolt of electric pain exploded in Laura’s vagina and breasts.

Laura shrieked and bucked in the chair, trying to get loose, but the straps were too tight. Her private areas were in overwhelming pain. She felt herself crying. She felt her bladder loosening and a trickle of piss running out of her pussy and dribblilng onto the floor.

And then, on screen, the slut, appropriately disciplined, finally opened her mouth and took the cock into it, and at the same time Laura’s pain stopped.

What had happened? Laura tried to think straight, but thinking through the aphrodisiac was like thinking through a blanket of fog. The girl had rejected the cock… and Laura had felt pain. What had Amy said? Conditioning. Laura was being conditioned to accept cocks in her mouth….

That was silly. Laura wasn’t going to turn straight just because they zapped her pussy. She was born a lesbian; that wasn’t a choice.

And anyway, her pussy felt so good again, being buzzed by the vibrator. And the girls on the screen had such very nice tits….

The next series of girls all accepted the cock into their mouths like good girls. Laura tensed up a bit on each, worried they were going to be disobedient and cause Laura to be shocked, but they all obeyed. Laura noticed during this period that there were variations in the intensity of her vibrator. The closer the cock came to the girl’s mouth, the harder it vibrated in her pussy. When the scene changed and the male was offscreen it basically stopped altogether. Sometimes the men would take a while to get around to putting their cock in the slut’s mouth, and Laura found herself mentally urging them on, wishing them to put their dick in her mouth as soon as possible.

During this series, Laura had her first orgasm, and it was wonderful. It felt even better than the ones she’d had on past occasions, and she wondered if it was becuase of the teasing from the variable speeds of the vibrator, or maybe even from the interruption she’d had from the electric shock.

She was still thinking about this when another slut on the screen refused to suck cock. The stupid blonde bitch shut her mouth and pulled her head away from the cock like it was disgusting. The man on screen promptly slapped her, and once again Laura felt electricity course through her tits and beaver. It was shorter this time – the girl was faster about getting the message and sucking on the dick – but afterwards Laura was surprised by the hate she felt for the bitch as she watched her suck the cock. The stupid little whore had made Laura get hurt. Why couldn’t she just suck the dick like all the other good sluts and make Laura’s pussy happy?

The pattern continued that night for hours – longer than Laura had ever been in the chair before. Girls paraded across the screen, most of them sucking on the dick they were given but some rejecting it. Every time a girl rejected the penis, Laura got a shock. Some girls took longer to come to their senses than others, and during the longer interludes Laura found herself begging the girls out loud to suck the dick. At least she thought it was out loud – it might have only been in her head. Between the pain and the pleasure the whole experience became surreal, like an erotic dream or a horrible nightmare. Laura lost track of how many times she orgasmed. At one stage she became aware her bladder was empty and realised it was because she’d pissed it all onto the floor over the course of successive electric shocks.

Finally it stopped as suddenly as it had started. The vibrator shut off and the screen went dark. Laura bucked her hips, trying to get another orgasm out of the device, but to no avail. Amy came over and began removing the device from Laura’s pussy.

“Amy please let me cum let me cum Amy please,” Laura mumbled.

“That’s not what you say, Laura,” Amy reminded her.

“Amy thank you for letting me cum. Thank you for putting a vibrator in me. Thank you for watching me cum like a slut,” Laura babbled. She remembered more. “Royce thank you for looking at my slutty pussy. Thank you for watching me fuck the vibrator. Thank you for looking at my big slutty tits.”

“What about the shocks we gave you, Laura? Aren’t you going to say thanks for them?”

“Thank you for hurting my pussy, Amy,” Laura said. Maybe if she got it all right Amy would let her cum again. “Thank you for shocking my titties.”

“Good girl, Laura,” said Amy. She was holding something in her hand. It was the vibrator that had just been in Laura’s cunt, stll dripping with Laura’s cunt juices. She moved it towards Laura’s face and pressed the tip against Laura’s lips. WIthout even thinking about it, Laura opened her lipsand took the dildo into her mouth. It tasted salty and cunty and Laura sucked on it enthusiastically. And as she did so, from out of nowhere she felt another orgasm wash over her. It washed through her body from her pussy, leaving her shaking and weak. She looked up at Amy with a look of pathetic gratitude in her eyes as she suckled on the plastic vibrator.

Laura realised Royce was standing between her legs. He was unfastening the clamps from her. A boy was touching her tits, was unfastening clamps from her labia. This was wrong, but Laura couldn’t move and anyway she was so confused. And it was good to have the clamps off. They had hurt so much.

When Royce was done his hands were moist with Laura’s sticky cunt slime. He reached forwards and wiped his hands clean on Laura’s cheek. Laura just let him, still suckling on the dildo. He looked at her and smiled, and then deliberately reached back down and stroked her cunt again, wiping his hand along it to coat his skin with as much of her fuck nectar and possible, and then deliberately reached out and squeezed her tits, smearing the juices all over her large funbags. Laura moaned and writhed. This was wrong. It felt good. It was slutty. There was nothing she could do about it. In the end she just let Royce do it, squeezing her tits and wiping cunt honey all over them.

When Royce had had his fun he stepped away and unbuckled her from the chair. Laura took the plastic dick out of her mouth and climbed unsteadily to her feet.

“Say thank you Laura,” said Amy again.

“Thank you for taking the clamps off, Royce. Thank you for letting me out of the chair.”

“And?” prompted Amy, looking meaningfully at Laura’s breasts. Laura was confused. She didn’t need to cum as badly now. Surely she shouldn’t thank Royce for that? He’d effectively been molesting her. But everyone was looking at her expectantly and she was so tired, and needed a drink of water.

“Thank you Royce for putting cunt juices on my tits.”

“Good girl,” said Amy again, and Laura beamed with pride. She had gotten it right.

(To be continued…)

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Zoey can’t help masturbating while listening to her brother fuck Melody and Alicia. But Zoey is his older brother. She can’t possibly have a thing for Clint.

Incestuous Harem
Chapter Ten: Big Sis Plays with Her Toys
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Cheryl Elliston

“Hi, Mom,” my eldest daughter said, her face pale, her posture stiffening. “About what?”

Zoey thought she was in trouble. And why not? It was after 3 AM, and she was just now getting home from her work at Dairy Queen. What had she been up to after her shift ended? I had fallen asleep waiting for her to get home and begin her seduction into Clint’s harem. I sat in my bathrobe, naked beneath, wishing I was upstairs in bed with my sister and my niece, Lee. Tonight, Clint shared his bedroom with Melody and Alison. My youngest was super excited, acting like it was a sleepover, spreading bedding on the floor of his room for them to sleep on.

It was so cute.

No, I need to focus on Zoey. My eldest daughter was twenty. She could be out late on a Saturday night if she wanted. She was an adult. She didn’t have school tomorrow. I breathed in, frowning. She smelled like body spray and perfume. A lot of it. Almost like a cheap whorehouse. Probably trying to mask the smell of French fry grease.

“Come sit beside me,” I told her, patting the couch. Part of me, the motherly part, wanted to pry into what had her acting guilty. Did she hook up with a boy after work? She never really dated, too hung up on her crush on her daddy. Now that Clinton was dead, she might finally be ready to date again.

Or yearn for another man of the house.

“It’s late, Mom,” Zoey complained, sitting down, her brassy hair bouncing about her shoulders along with her impressive breasts. She still dressed like a teasing slut, still trying to attract her father’s attention.

But she had only attracted her brother’s. My poor Master had to masturbate so many times because of his older sister. It used to make me giggle every time he would make an excuse to go to his room after seeing his sister in another pair of shorts molding to her body, showing off her cameltoe. Zoey did not believe in underwear of any sort.

“It’s never too late to talk to your mother,” I told her. It was hard being so commanding. It wasn’t my nature, but being a parent required it. And a sex slave. I had to help my dominating son claim all the women of the family.

And Zoey was the last one. The hardest. The least submissive. The most dismissive. She still saw Clint as a boy. A Squirt.

“What is this about, Mom?” She tensed again, hands folded before her.

I fought a yawn as I leaned back. The robe wasn’t belted tightly. It parted, and I caught her eyes glancing at my half-exposed breasts. They were large and pillowy, just a little bigger than Zoey’s. She shifted. So she was bisexual or bicurious. That would make things easier. Maybe it wasn’t only Daddy’s attention she wanted.

But Mommy’s.

“How are you doing?” I asked her. “You’re out so late. Working hard?”

“We need the money, Mom,” she said. “I’ll have more when I get paid next week.”

I nodded my head. “That’s not what I meant. I feel like we haven’t talked since…”

“Dad died?” She folded her arms, leaning back. “Well, that’s been hard. You’ve kinda…”

“Checked out.” I smiled at her. “Drank a little too much wine.” Oh, god, I wanted wine right now. But Clint forbade me to buy any at the store today. No, yesterday. It happened yesterday now. There was none in the house. Just a single glass would make this so much easier. “I’ve been a bad mom, I know. It’s just…”

“You miss him.” Zoey relaxed. “I miss him, too. But he’s gone and… And we just have to move on with life.”

I swallowed, my throat pained. I cleared it. I really could use something to drink, even water. “And it must have been hard on you.”

“It was hard on everyone,” Zoey snorted. “Alicia vanished into her room, Lee thought she could do whatever the fuck…fudge she wanted, and Clint… Clint thinks he has to be a man now.”

“He’s nineteen. Some would say he’s old enough.”

Zoey rolled her eyes. “The Squirt doesn’t have the balls to be a man.”

“He spanked Lee today, and made her clean up her mess.”

My daughter blinked her dark eyes.

I leaned forward, feeling my breasts shift beneath the cloth, wanting to spill out of the half-open robe. “He’s a lot like your father. Looks like him, just as strong, dominating. He’s putting everything to order. He just had to figure out how to do it.”

“Melody’s doing, right?” Zoey said. “Gave him…encouragement.”

I nodded my head. “I think so. But Alicia’s opening up, and Lee’s learning she can’t be a brat any longer.” I laughed. “I cooked dinner tonight. It was nice. We ate as a family. Aunt Cindy was there. We even watched a movie. We missed you.”

“I was working.” She folded her arms again, pulling back.

“And you’re still hurting, sweetie. You still miss him. And that’s okay. I understand. It’s normal for a girl to fall in love with the man of the house.”

Zoey stiffened. Her face paled.

“He told me. After you tried your seduction.”

“Oh, god.” Zoey’s breathing quickened.

I scooted closer to her on the couch, patting her thigh. “Honey, it’s okay. It’s perfectly normal for a girl to have a crush on the man of the house. To dress sexy for him, to try to seduce him with her budding wiles. He was flattered. And I see you still dress sexy for the man of the house. You’re still aching to be taken by him. And that’s okay, honey. It’s perfectly natural.”

“Jesus, Mom,” Zoey said. “I tried to seduce Dad, and you’re okay with it?”

“Oh, honey, of course I am. I love you. And wanting to please the man of the house is something I understand. A strong man, taking charge…” A shiver ran through me. Clint was so strong. My son knew how to treat his Mommy-slut. My pussy itched. I rubbed my thighs together. “So there’s nothing wrong with desiring the man of the house.

“Even if he’s your brother.”

Zoey blinked. “What? I thought we were talking about Dad.”

“We were. But there’s a new man of the house.” I grinned at her, stroking her thigh. “And the way you dress… He notices. He appreciates.”

“I don’t dress this way for Squirt,” she spluttered. “I mean, gross. He’s my little brother.”

“Who’s grown into a man.” I stood up, wrapping my robe tight about my naked body. “When you’re ready to let your father go and move on to other men, I will support you. No matter who you might choose.”

And then I swept out of the room, letting those thoughts percolate in her head, letting her think of Clint and her father in the same way. To open her eyes that her brother wasn’t a boy any longer. That he grew up, too, and could give her what she wanted from her father.

Clinton turned her down two years ago for a simple reason: he wanted his daughters to be Clint’s. Zoey, Melody, Alicia, and Lee. All for his son. “I had two sisters to love,” Clinton once told me as he watched Clint and Melody play in the backyard when they were at that transition into gangly tweens. “He could have four.”

He sounded so hopeful, so proud of his son. And I would see my husband and Master’s dream come true. I would make sure my son had all of his sisters to love.

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

Zoey Elliston

The squeaking of bedsprings brought me out of my groggy sleep. I was buried under my blankets, trying to keep the sunlight streaming through my window away so I could sleep. I groaned when I glanced at my alarm clock.

9:42 AM was too early to wake up. Not when I didn’t fall asleep until after 5 AM. But I couldn’t relax. I was struggling to understand what was up with my mom last night. It was like she wanted me to fuck Clint. Which was ridiculous.

He was just a kid. My little brother. Yeah, he was playing doctor with Melody, but she was his age. They were both children.

The bedsprings creaked louder and louder. I groaned, rolling onto my back, looking up at the ceiling. My room was right beneath Clint’s in the attic. What the fuck was he doing up there? Bouncing on his bed? What was he, six again?

“Yes, yes, yes, eat me,” a girl moaned from above.

I blinked. “Eat me?” I whispered. And then my eyes widened. My cheeks burned. Was Clint and Melody…?

The bed creaking grew louder and louder, like my ears, alerted by my brain to their hanky-panky, had focused on the sounds coming through the ceiling, amplifying them in my mind. The rhythmic squeaking, the throaty moans of a girl in passion, the grunts of a guy.

“You’re so tight,” Clint moaned. “So damned tight. Love your pussy.”

“Jesus,” I whispered, “he’s plowing Melody. Isn’t he afraid Mom will catch him?”

“Oh, wow! Oh, yes! Jam that tongue in my pussy,” Melody moaned. “Oh, you’re so good at it. I love it.”

Melody sounded so girlish when she had her pussy eaten. Flashes of my brother appeared in my mind, naked, muscular. I blinked at that. I knew my brother was muscular the same way I knew the sky was blue. It wasn’t something I really noticed until it was pointed out. He filled out those t-shirts he wore the same way Dad did, his body toned, strong.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

In my imagination, he was between Melody’s thighs, eating out my blonde cousin, her sleek legs about his head, his finger reaming over and over into her pussy, feeling how tight she was. His muscular back rippled as he devoured Melody, licking her, fingering her, making her round breasts bounce.

“Shit,” I groaned, the heat shooting through my body.

Melody was cute. I had noticed, but never really noticed. Not like I would with another girl. I bit my lip, trying to focus on my cousin and not Clint, but he kept intruding. His ass was muscular, toned, perfect for grabbing when being fucked.

I squeezed my eyes shut. No. I was gay. Yes, I had a thing for Dad once, but Stefani cured me of it when he rejected me. I went to my best friend to cry after I put myself out there for Dad, and Stefani showed me a better world. Soft, feminine.

So why was Clint violating my fantasy? Why did I want my bedsprings to squeak so loudly, to grip his ass as he plowed into me?

My pussy clenched. I slept naked. I squirmed, pushing off the covers, suddenly so hot. My large tits appeared, my nipples hard and pink. I writhed my legs, rubbing on my clit while pushing down the covers to expose my flat stomach and shaved pudenda. The unicorn tattooed on pubic mound almost glowed in the sunlight spilling through my half-closed blinds.

“You love it, don’t you?” Clint moaned above. “You love my cock!”

“I do!” Melody answered, her voice sounding throatier than it had moments ago.

“Yes, yes, yes. So good! I’m going to cum,” Melody then screamed, her voice girlish again, like she was bouncing between being a woman and a girl as Clint fucked her. “It’s so good.”

“Shit,” I groaned, my pussy on fire. I had to do something about it.

I reached out to my nightstand and fumbled open a drawer. I shoved my hand in, knocking aside one dildo as I struggled to grab the first toy I could. I had a few in there—a rubbery, anatomically correct dildo; a silver vibrator; a blue gel dildo with little bumps; and a pink vibrator with clit tongues.

I grabbed the fleshy dildo. I pulled it out. The cock was thick and hard, the tip painted pink, the rest a beige, skin color. I licked the tip, getting it wet as I squirmed. My pussy was dripping. I didn’t need it, but I couldn’t stop myself.

That’s how you suck cock, Clint said in my imagination, grinning down at me. His muscular chest rippled in my imagination as he seized my brassy hair. You worship the man of the house’s cock just like that.

“Fuck,” I grunted, pulling the dildo from my lips. What was wrong with me?

I closed my eyes, picturing Stefani wearing the dildo as a strap-on, her fiery hair spilling about her shoulders, her breasts round, nipples pierced by gold rings. She licked her lips, tongue stud flashing as she knelt between me.

I’m going to fuck you so hard, Clint whispered. I’m going to make my big sis cum.

“No, Stefani,” I panted, pushing the dildo against my pussy. I tried to make her say those words, but they always came out in Clint’s voice.

When had his voice grown so deep? So manly?

“Stefani,” I gasped, trying to force my fantasy to obey as I pushed the dildo into me. Above, the bed creaked louder and louder. He was really fucking Melody. “Fuck me. Pound me.”

As hard as I’m fucking Melody? Clint asked me. Because I will, big sis.

I shuddered, my pussy clenching down on the dildo’s girth. I gripped the base, made to look like dangling balls, and drove it in and out of my pussy, fucking my cunt as hard as Clint fucked Melody. Gasps and moans echoed from above the room, both of them grunting and groaning their pleasure.

Stefani and Clint wavered in my mind, swapping back and forth as I reamed the dildo in and out of my pussy. I tried to force my fantasy to be Stefani, but she never stayed for more than a second, replaced by Clint’s muscular body, his dark eyes looking down at me.

Dad’s eyes.

You want me to fuck you so hard, big sis, Clint groaned. I’m the man of the house. You want it badly. You just have to ask.

“Yes,” I hissed, surrendering to the fantasy, too horny to care. I needed to be fucked like Melody was. I needed to be pounded.

I pumped the dildo in and out of my pussy so fast. My wet cunt churned to a froth. I could hear the naughty sounds, savoring them. My bed creaked as I shifted my hips, fucking into my imaginary little brother’s strokes. My tits bounded before me.

I stared at my waving nipples, licking my lips. My free hand grabbed my left tit and brought the fat nub to my lips. I sucked on it hard. Tingling pleasure raced through my body straight to my pussy. I groaned, clenching down on it as I squirmed and groaned.

That’s so hot. I love watching you suck your own nipple, Clint groaned to me. You are so sexy. So hot.

My pussy clenched on the dildo hard. My snatch drank in the friction of it reaming in and out of me. I trembled, pumping faster and faster, driven wild by my need to explode. My eyes fluttered. I moaned and gasped. I shuddered, my hips writhing back and forth. My head tossed. It was so good. So damned amazing.

I would cum. I would explode on Clint’s cock.

Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, Clint, I moaned in my mind, sucking harder on my nipple. The nub ached so badly.

I bet it would feel amazing if Clint sucked on my nipple.

I fucked my hips into my thrusting dildo. I pounded my count. I drove it so deep, so hard. I savored every moment of it as the pleasure built and built. The bedsprings still creaked, Melody screaming her head off.

“I’m cumming!” girlish Melody gasped. “Drink it all! Oh, yes! Oh, that’s so amazing!”

“Yes, Princess,” growled Clint. “You’re so beautiful when you cum!”

“Cum in me,” the throatier, adult Melody moaned. “Flood my pussy! Give it to me, Clint! Breed me!”

My nipple popped out of my mouth. “Yes!”

I came so hard with my brother and cousin. I moaned, wishing it was Clint’s cock in me, flooding my pussy with his cum, breeding me the way I wanted Daddy to breed me. The man of the house… I wanted Clint so badly.

I bucked and spasmed on the bed. My head tossed back and forth as my pussy spasmed about the dildo, wishing it was his cock, wanting to milk the cum out of his balls. I groaned as my pleasure peaked in me.

Then I collapsed, gasping for breath, my body buzzing with rapture.

My eyes shot open. “What the fuck!”

I ripped the dildo out of me, shuddering in disgust. I just masturbated wishing my little brother would fuck me. I felt so dirty. What was wrong with me? Dad was one thing. He was a sexy stud. He was always so strong, so loving, as I grew up. I saw him with Mom, seeing how he made her smile, and I wanted to smile like that.

But Clint was a boy. Just because Melody was dumb enough to settle for a child, didn’t mean I should.

And I was gay. I loved pussy. I wasn’t into guys at all. Hadn’t thought about another man beside Dad since Stefani. I loved her. She was my girlfriend.

I rolled out of bed, struggling to breathe. What the fuck was wrong with me? The bedsprings still squeaked above.

“Oh, you’re cumming so much in me,” Melody moaned, so throaty, so adult.

I wished I could squeeze my ears shut. I didn’t need to hear my little brother fucking our cousin. I didn’t need to masturbate to it, to have him confuse me. This was all Mom’s fucking fault. Her dumb talk last night.

I shuddered, feeling so dirty. I masturbated to my little brother. I came hard like a freak.

I grabbed the first clothing I could, pulling on tight shorts and a top that clung to my large breasts. Then I bolted out of the room, frantically texting Stefani: “Freaking out. Coming over. Need to talk.”

I headed down the stairs and almost crashed into Lee. Who was cleaning. She had the swifter in hand, sweeping it across the hardwood floors. She was an athletic girl, slim with a pixyish bob of black hair about her mischievous face. She wore an apron—a fucking apron—as she pushed the swifter back and forth, gathering the dust.

“Hey, Zoey,” my eighteen-year-old cousin grinned at me.

What the fuck was going on? What had Clint done to our family?

I didn’t say a word as I bolted outside where my car waited.

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

Alicia Elliston

I fell forward onto Melody’s body, her tongue still nuzzling at my pussy. I shuddered, squirming, my body buzzing from the wonderful orgasm she gave me while Clint fucked her hard. I rested my head on her pubic mound, her shaved landing strip tickling my cheek. I stared at Clint’s dick buried into her cunt.

“Damn,” he grunted. “Damn, that was good.”

“It was,” Melody moaned as Clint pulled his dick out.

I giggled and leaned down, licking at my big sister’s pussy, tasting her sweet pussy and my big brother’s salty cum. Her pussy lips gaped open from her pounding. Clint had fucked her so hard. She had squealed into my pussy.

Which made me cum.

I pushed up my glasses as I nuzzled, my pigtails spilling about her thighs. I probed my tongue into her folds, making her shudder beneath me. Her fingers dug into the cheeks of my ass. Oh, she tasted so wonderfully sweet and delicious. I nuzzled and lapped, just adoring the incestuous combinations.

“Cupcake,” Melody moaned. “Oh, stop. My pussy’s too sensitive.”

“Oh, but it’s full of so much yummy cream,” I pouted in my girlish voice.

“Just give me a kiss,” Melody moaned. “Come cuddle with me, Cupcake.”

“Yes, big sister,” I smiled, eager to be a good girl and obey my big brother and big sister. I was almost their little girl.

It was so naughty.

I turned around and settled down on her, my nonexistent tits—just little, budding mounds—pressed into Melody’s nice, round tits. Everyone in the family, even Lee, had tits. I was eighteen and despaired over ever having them.

But Clint liked how girlish they made me look. And with my shaved pussy, I was even more girlish. Young, innocent, and taboo. His little sister that he could play with. His cute princess he had to love and treasure.

And discipline when I was naughty.

I nuzzled into Melody’s lips. Her blonde hair spread about the bed, her hazel eyes glossy. Our lips met. I gave her quick kisses, giggling between them as I wiggled on her body. Clint still knelt between our legs. I could feel his eyes on us.

So I spread my legs wide, flashing my pussy at him. I wasn’t shy about it any longer. He had taken my virginity. He had loved me. I was special. Melody and I were the two women he loved loved. Not just sister love or mother love. Or sex slave love. I giggled again, kissing my half-sister harder and harder.

“Well, my Princess and my Queen writhing together,” Clint said. “What a naughty sight.”

“We’re tribbing,” I giggled, undulating my hips and brushing my clit against Melody’s.

She gasped, eyes fluttering. “Where did you learn that word, Cupcake?”

“Pretty naughty word for my little princess to know,” Clint added, stroking up and down my thighs.

“I was looking up sex words while you two were sleeping in,” I said.

“Oh, that’s what you were doing on my computer?” Clint asked. His hands moved higher, grabbing my butt-cheeks. “What other naughty words did you learn?”

“Creampie,” I said. “Which was yummy. I wanted to lick big sister clean of all her cum.”

“But Clint fucked me so hard, and made me cum so hard, I was just too sensitive,” Melody grinned. “Maybe next time.”

“What else?” Clint asked, his voice so throaty, his strong fingers pulling apart my butt-cheeks.

“Spit-roasting, but we would need another guy for that. So, eww.”

“Melody could wear a strap-on,” he said, massaging my butt. It made me squirm, humping my clit into Melody’s. “And I could ram my dick into your mouth.”

“Kinky,” laughed Melody. “I like it.”

“Well, you are a perv.”

I giggled. “Yep, you are, big sister.”

“Uh-huh, and what other things did you learn, Cupcake.” She nuzzled her nose against mine, my glasses bumping her cheeks.

“Pearl necklaces, fisting, prostate stimulation, felching, sensory play, and rimming.”

“Rimming, huh?” Clint asked, his thumbs pulling my butt-cheeks apart. “Like this.”

I gasped as Clint’s tongue licked through my butt-crack and found my sphincter. He swirled around it, making me tremble atop Melody’s body. My nipples brushed hers, and my clit tingled as it humped against her pussy.

“Big brother,” I gasped. “Oh, you’re making me feel all naughty down there.”

“In your cute asshole?” he asked between his licks.

“Yes,” I groaned.

Melody nuzzled her nose against mine again. “You know why he’s licking your asshole, Cupcake?”

“Because he’s a perv?” I giggled.

“Because he wants to fuck your tight asshole.”

My eyes widened. “What?”

“Time to lose your anal cherry, Cupcake.”

“Yes, Princess,” he groaned. “I want that ass.”

“But…” I bit my lip. “Won’t it hurt?”

“You’ll love it, Princess. Melody did. And so did Lee.”

“But…”

“Princess,” his voice stern. “I won’t hurt you. So you will be a good girl. Relax, and you will enjoy it.”

“You’ll cum so hard, Cupcake.” Melody gave me a smacking kiss on the lips. “I promise.”

“Okay,” I said, my stomach twisting, then I gasped. Clint licked harder at my asshole.

It did feel nice, feeling his tongue swirl about my sphincter, teasing it, making me squirm and shiver on Melody’s soft body. Her hands stroked my back as she gave me kisses. Her tongue fluttered against mine. I moaned into them, relaxing, soothed by her touch and Clint’s licking.

My big brother’s tongue felt nice as it pressed on my sphincter. Weird but nice. He pressed into my bowels, licking around. I gasped, my little pussy clenching at the sensations he churned. He probed his tongue in deep, swirling around.

And then his fingers found my shaved pussy.

“Someone’s dripping wet,” Clint grinned. I gasped into Melody’s lips as he thrust two fingers into my depths. “Wet and juicy. You’re just begging for this, aren’t you, Princess?”

I moaned against Melody’s lips, too scared to break the kiss.

“Yes, you are.” His fingers wiggled in me. And then he pulled them out. They had to be so gooey with my juices.

He licked at my sphincter a final time before bringing his pussy-coated fingers to my asshole. He rubbed on my sphincter and then pressed in. I groaned, my eyes widening as he intruded into my bowels. I groaned and shivered. I wiggled as he wormed in deeper and deeper into my bowels.

His finger went so deep into me. A strange, burning pleasure radiated from my bowels. I squirmed more and more on Melody, grinding our clits together as I moaned into her lips. Clint’s lips kissed at my butt-cheeks, sometimes biting as he pumped his finger in and out of my bowels.

Then he ripped it free and shoved it back into my pussy.

“Oh, such a juicy cunt and a tight ass, Princess. I’m going to love fucking your bowels. And so are you.”

I broke the kiss. “Maybe. But it’s so straaaange!”

The last word elongated as his pussy-lubed finger jabbed into my asshole. I trembled on Melody as it probed deep into me. Then his digit fucked in and out while Clint licked at my sphincter around his finger, making me quiver.

“Isn’t that so dirty though, big brother?”

“You taste good,” Clint groaned. “This sour flavor.”

“Yes,” Melody nodded. “I can’t wait to eat your ass out, Cupcake.”

“I think I would—” My eyes widened. “Big brother!”

“What did he do?” Melody asked.

“Two fingers,” I groaned, my voice thick and throaty. “He thrust two fingers into my asshole. Oh, wow. Oh, that’s nice.”

Clint’s two fingers pumped in and out faster and faster, stretching my asshole, getting me ready for his dick. He didn’t do this for Lee. He just ripped his cock out of her pussy and fucked her cherry ass. But she was a humiliation and pain slut. That was what she loved.

And what I loved was being his little sister, being pampered and cared for by my big, strong brother. Maybe Clint loved us all in the ways we needed to be loved. And Melody and I needed that added romantic love, not just the carnal sex and passion.

“You’re amazing, big brother,” I moaned, my bowels clenching on his fingers. “Wonderful.”

“I know,” he said, so cocky and confident.

“Finger her asshole,” moaned my big sister. “I want you to pound her, Clint.”

“You want me?” Clint asked, voice stern. Sometimes Melody forgot he was in charge.

“You’ll love it,” she giggled. “And you want to do it. I want you to do it. So do it, Clint. Fuck her. Pound her ass. She needs it.”

“I do, big brother,” I moaned in my most girlish voice. “So badly. My pussy is so wet and tingly. And my butthole is so hot. Please, big brother. I need it. I’m so ready for your cock.”

“You sound ready,” he groaned, ripping out his fingers.

He moved up my body, his arms planting on either side of us. I could feel the heat of his body. His muscular stomach brushed my ass and then his dick found my pussy. I gasped as he thrust into my wet depths.

“Big brother,” I whined. “You’re supposed to do it in my butt. Not my cunny.”

“I want to be nice and wet for your ass,” he groaned. “And you are such a naughty princess. Your pussy is dripping juices.”

“Cupcake’s a perv,” Melody said.

I giggled, my hips wiggling, pressing my clit on hers at the same time I savored Clint’s girth in me.
Oh, he was so big. So thick. I loved it. I wanted him to fuck me so hard. To just pound me and make me explode. But I also wanted to feel him in my butt. His fingers felt so naughty in there. I bet his dick would be even better.

“Please, big brother,” I moaned, wiggling my hips, clenching my pussy on his dick. “Do it in my butt.”

“But your pussy feels so good,” he groaned. “And the way you wiggle your hips. You sure you don’t want me to fuck your pussy?” He drew back and slammed in, pressing me against Melody.
“Yes!”

“You want me to fuck your pussy, Princess?”

“No, I mean! I want you to do it in my butt. Please, big brother. You got me all relaxed and lubed. Your fingers felt so naughty. Please, please, please.”

He groaned, pulling his cock out of my pussy. “You’re so cute when you beg. I just want to spoil you.”

Melody’s hands grabbed my butt-cheeks, parting them. “Fuck her, Clint. Fuck our cute princess. Our little sister needs it.”

“I do,” I begged.

And then his cock touched my asshole, so thick and wet and hard. He was bigger than his fingers. A shiver of fear washed through me as he pressed on my sphincter. I clenched, panicking. What if he hurt me?

“Relax, Princess,” Clint groaned.

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

Clint Elliston

Alicia’s asshole was still clenched tight. She looked over her shoulder at me, her pigtails shifting. Her eyes were so wide behind her glasses. She was so cute, her lower lip quivering in fear as I pressed on her sphincter with my big dick.

“I will never hurt you, Princess. Relax.”

“Yes, big brother,” she said, her voice throaty.

“He never will,” Melody whispered. “Your big brother loves you.”

Alicia’s asshole relaxed.

I pressed forward. The tight sphincter gave way to my cock. I groaned as I slid deeper and deeper into her asshole. Her bowels engulfed my dick. She was so tight. My body shivered as the pleasure raced up my dick. My hands clenched on the sheets as I drove deeper and deeper, sandwiching Alicia with Melody.

I groaned when my groin pressed into her butt-cheeks. I felt Melody’s fingers, holding Alicia’s asscheeks apart, pressing into my flesh. My balls rested on Alicia’s taint. I drew up my hips, the friction burning on my dick.

And thrust.

“Oh, fuck,” Melody gasped, her hazel eyes snapping wide open as she stared up. “Oh, fuck, you’re pressing her right into my clit.”

“Good,” I grinned as I savored the tight, hot friction engulfing my dick. “I want you to enjoy it. I want you to cum, too.”

“Damn, I love you.”

“Me, too, big brother,” Alicia gasped, her voice so throaty. “Oh, big sister, he’s so huge. I can’t believe it. I took him in my butt.”

“Yes, you did, Cupcake.”

I grunted, Alicia’s ass relaxing more and more, stretching around my dick. Her pussy juices lubed the way, letting me fuck her bowels faster and faster. My balls ached. They smacked over and over into Alicia’s taint.

My little sister made the cutest mewling sounds every time I drove into her asshole. She squirmed beneath us, grinding her clit on Melody’s. Her face contorted with pleasure, savoring Alicia’s body. My blonde half-sister’s hands roamed our little sister’s back.

“Fuck her,” she moaned, licking her lips. “Fuck her ass so hard. She loves it.”

“I do, big brother. Your cock is making me feel all naughty and tingly in my bottom. Oh, yes! You’re fucking my butt!”

“I am,” I groaned. “And it’s so tight, Princess. I love fucking your ass.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Melody gasped. “Pound her. Make her cum! Make us both cum, stud!”

“Big brother is a stud!” gasped Alicia, screaming as loud as she could.

I hoped Zoey enjoyed the show. Her room was right beneath mine. I wanted her to hear me fuck Melody and Alicia, to let her realize I knew how to please women. I hoped she was masturbating right now, gasping and cumming, seeing me not as her little brother.

But as a man.

I grunted, picking up my pace, fucking Alicia as hard as I could, savoring her tight bowels. I loved how she gasped and squeaked and grunted as I slammed into her asshole over and over. My balls thwacked against her flesh. She gasped and shuddered beneath me.

The friction made my balls boil. Another load of cum built and built in their depths. I shuddered, the bed creaking so loudly as I fucked her. Melody gasped out her pleasure as she humped back, savoring her clit grinding into Alicia’s.

“Oh, your clitty feels so good on mine,” Alicia moaned. “Almost as good as big brother’s cock.”

“Yes, yes, yes, Cupcake,” Melody moaned. “Keep pounding her, Clint! Make her cum!”

“I’m so close,” Alicia gasped. “Oh, I can’t believe this. I’m going to cum with big brother’s dick in my bottom.”

“Yes,” I growled and drove my dick deep into her bowels, fucking her so hard. My arms grew sore holding up my weight. I didn’t care. I ignored it, pleasure racing through my body.

“Big brother!” Alicia squeaked.

Her bowels spasmed about my dick. I groaned, savoring the wonderful spasm of her asshole writhing about my dick. My eyes rolled back into my head. I growled out my pleasure. The cum spurted out of my dick. It flooded her bowels. Thick, hot, creamy jizz splattering into the depths of Alicia’s asshole.

I shuddered, my body heaving. My back arched as I savored her spasming bowels. It was heavenly. My cum flooded my little sister’s asshole. I grunted with each blast. The pleasure peaked in me. And then it was over.

“Fuck,” I panted, rolling off of her, my cock plopping out of her asshole.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Melody squealed. “Oh, yes, keep grinding on my clit, Alicia. I… Yes, Cupcake!”

Melody thrashed as she orgasm, clutching to Alicia. She looked so tiny on Melody even though there wasn’t much difference in their height. But Alicia’s pigtails made her seem so girlish. Her passion squeaking mewls instead of Melody’s throaty moans.

“Damn, that was good,” I said, rolling off the bed and sinking into the computer chair. I grabbed my phone and sent out a group text to all my women.

A moment later, Lee texted back. “She didn’t stay for the entire performance. She bolted out before you started on Alicia’s ass. Boy, she screamed so loud. Heard her on the first floor when you buggered her, Master.”

“Damn,” I panted, reading Lee’s text. “Zoey left the house before I broke in your ass, Princess.”

My phone chirped again. Another text from Lee. “But Zoey was freaked out and disheveled. I heard her moaning, too. Masturbating while you were fucking Melody. You turned her on, Master.”

“That’s good, Sir,” came the text from Mom. “Means it’s working.”

Melody held up her phone, reading the answers while Alicia just snuggled on top of her. “Good,” Melody texted, “she needs to be so wet for Clint.”

I nodded my head and sent one more text.

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Vicky Samuels

I darted up the stairs, my naked tits bouncing before me. I felt like such a young girl as I burst into Clint’s attic bedroom. My Master had summoned me with his final text. I licked my lips as he pushed back his computer chair from his desk.

I crawled beneath it, turned around. It was cramped as he slid back in. But I didn’t care. I had been summoned to please my master. I licked at his dick, nuzzling against his shaft, savoring my niece’s sour ass on it. I had to clean his dick, suck off all of Alicia’s asshole.

It was so wonderfully humiliating.

Clint typed on his keyboard, ignoring me. I was just an object. A thing to clean his dick. My pussy clenched. I savored it. My tongue traveled up his dick, swirling about the crown of his cock before engulfing the tip and sucking hard. I loved that sour flavor of ass.

Clint grunted, his dick throbbing hard in my mouth.

“What’re you doing, Clint?” Melody asked, her voice thick with satisfaction. My eldest daughter didn’t even acknowledged my presence. I was just an object to her, too.

God, my pussy was on fire. I wanted to masturbate, but I had to clean my Master’s dick.

“Job search,” Clint said. “I’m the man of the house. I need to start contributing. Zoey and Mom and Aunt Slut can’t do it all.”

Aunt Slut. My pussy clenched again. Juices dripped down my thighs. I was the coolest aunt ever. What other aunt would suck her nephew’s cock clean of her niece’s ass?

None.

“That’s a good idea,” Melody said. “Maybe I should get one, too. And Lee. That girl has too much energy.”

“Something dirty for her,” Alicia giggled.

“We could have her sell her ass on the street corner,” Melody suggested jokingly.

“Only I get to fuck her slutty cunt,” Clint growled. “I own that brat.”

I shivered at how strong he was. I sucked harder, bobbing my mouth up and down on his dick. His computer mouse clicked as he browsed the internet, his dick throbbing in my mouth. Salty precum joined the taste of Alicia’s sour asshole.

“Well, here’s a job. The Hiragawa Drugstore’s hiring for a few part-time employees,” Clint said. “That’s close to here.”

“Isn’t that the place owned by Pam’s mother?”

My eyes widened. Pam Hiragawa was my treat for Clint. Yesterday, after the debate tournament—in addition to teaching history, I coached the debate team that Pam was a member—I had seduced her, licked her pussy, and told her to suck Clint’s cock at school tomorrow.

I think she would do it. Clint, like his father, had a thing for Asians. And I wanted to be the coolest aunt ever.

“I think so,” Clint answered.

“Oh, so you want a crack at Pam’s ass?” Melody asked.

“Jealous?” Clint asked.

“Only if you don’t share,” Melody said.

Alicia giggled.

“I’ll share with you, Melody,” Clint said. “If you remember who’s in charge.”

“You are,” my daughter breathed. “You can fuck all the girls you want, Clint. You can do anything. I’ll do anything for you.”

“Strip naked in the middle of school?”

“Yes,” Melody breathed. “Oh, yes, I would.”

Clint’s dick throbbed even harder as he typed. “I’m sending in applications for the both us and Lee. Maybe we can talk to Pam, get her to put in a good word with her mom.”

“And then you can fuck her,” Melody moaned.

Without warning, Clint’s dick erupted into my mouth. Hot, salty cum flooded me. I shuddered, gulping down all the warm, delicious spunk. I shivered as it swirled about my mouth. Then I swallowed my nephew’s jizz.

I loved being his sex slave.

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Zoey Elliston

Stefani answered the door wearing only a long shirt she slept in, her face bleary. I had sped the entire way here. “What is it, Yunie?” she asked as she stared at me, using her nickname for me. “Huh? You can tell me. What’s got my unicorn so panicked?”

“Fuck me, Dandi,” I groaned, using my nickname for her. We had called each other Dandelion and Unicorn, shortened to Dandi and Yunie, since we were kids. We even had the inspirations for our names tattooed on our pubic mounds.

I loved kissing her dandelion above her pussy.

“Fuck me right now.”

“What?” she blinked as I burst into the house. “Yunie?”

I seized her hand and dragged her to her bedroom. “Your family’s at church, right?”

She nodded her head.

“Good.”

I threw open the door to her bedroom and kissed her hard as I walked us to her bed. My tongue danced with hers. Then I shoved her down on the bed. She fell in a curtain of fiery hair. She blinked, shaking her head.

“Yunie, what’s wrong?”

“Take off that shirt,” I told her, ripping open her panty drawer and snagging the red, gel double-headed dildo. It wiggled as I picked it up. “Then get on your hands and knees. I need to fuck.”

You. My girlfriend. I was a lesbian. I didn’t want Clint.

“Okay,” she said, pulling off her nightshirt, revealing those round tits, pierced nipples, and the golden dandelion tattooed on her shaved pubic mound right above her pussy. My sweet Dandi. I loved her.

I didn’t need Clint when I had her. Right?

I peeled off my shirt and shorts in record time as she rolled onto her hands and knees. Her shaved pussy peeked out between her thighs as I knelt on the bed. I leaned in, nuzzling at her pussy, licking, stimulating her, getting her wet.

I savored her tangy pussy as my tongue delved into her folds. She shivered, her butt-clenching as she wiggled back into me. I licked again and again, getting her wetter and wetter. Her juices flowed as she nuzzled at her clit, sucking hard on the nub.

Then I shoved one end of the double-headed dildo into her snatch.

“Yunie!” she gasped as I drove it in deep.

“I love you, Dandi,” I moaned as I knelt facing away from her. I brought the other end of the dildo to my pussy. It was ribbed, the wonderful bumps sliding into my snatch, stimulating me.

Clint could never give me this pleasure. Only Stefani.

My fingers clawed at the sheets as I rocked back, my ass pumping into hers, the dildo sliding in and out of my pussy. The bed creaked as she rocked back, our butts smacking together over and over as my large tits dangled beneath me.

I groaned, the pleasure shivering through me. Sometimes the dildo pumped in and out of my cunt, other times my sex gripped it hard, keeping it from sliding much as I worked it in and out of her pussy. Either way, it stirred through my depths, stimulating my snatch, sending pleasure shooting through me.

“Oh, yes, Yunie,” Stefani moaned. “I love it. Fuck my pussy. Keep rocking back. I want to cum so hard.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I hissed, rocking back into her, my head tossing back and forth as the pleasure churned in my cunt. “I love it. I’m going to cum so hard.”

“You’re possessed,” she gasped. “Jesus, Yunie, you’re fucking me so hard.”

“I just want to make you cum so hard, Dandi! So hard!”

“This will do it! Churn my cunt!”

The pleasure built in me as we rocked back. I savored our butt-cheeks meeting, clapping together, the dildo driven deep into both our cunts, only an inch or two thrusting out. Then we rocked apart, the dildo moving, sliding, stimulating with its ribs.

Before we rocked back together and buried the toy into each other.

Over and over we fucked each other. Our hips rocked back faster and faster. The bed creaked. We both moaned, singing out our joy, letting it echo through the room as we pleasured each other. As we drove each other closer and closer to our orgasms. To that wonderful, gasping moment of pure release as we shuddered and came on the same dildo.

We shared this pleasure. It united us. I didn’t need Clint. He could fuck Melody. I had Stefani.
I didn’t need his muscular body. I didn’t need his strong hands cupping my tits. I didn’t need his hard cock ramming into my body as his weight lay atop me. I didn’t need any of that when I had Stefani and all our toys.

The pleasure built and built. My head snapped back. “Dandi!”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “Cum with me, Yunie! Let’s explode! I want to cum with you, my sexy unicorn.”

“My naughty dandelion,” I moaned. “So sweet. So lovely! Yes!”

We screamed out together. My pussy spasmed on the dildo as we drove our hips back, our butts smacking hard together. The rubbery toy buried into both our cunts. I savored the pleasure rushing through me. The bliss that I truly craved, available only from my girlfriend. I held onto it for as long as I could.

And then it retreated.

I collapsed onto her bed. The dildo slid out of my pussy as Stefani groaned. Then she was behind me, hugging me, holding me, her round breasts pressing in my back. She was so soft and sweet. The opposite of Clint.

“What’s wrong, Yunie?” she asked.

“I…I masturbated to Clint this morning,” I gasped. “I…I wanted to fuck him.”

To be continued…

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