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Angela, Sophia, and Xera have to cross a forest vale crawling with giganaraea, a race of spiderwomen that hunt the woods for women to lay their eggs in.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book 2: Magic’s Clash
Chapter One: Spidery Passion
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.

Journeyman Mage Faoril – Esh-Esh, The Magery of Thosi

“Why are you jerking him off?” Saoria asked as she lounged on her bed in her red robes of a Journeyman Mage, her long, dark-brown hair spilling across one shoulder and the swelling rise of her large tits.

I always felt so inadequate around her. My breasts were nice, round, and dwarfed by the lush pair my friend had. Her curvy body exuded sex. She sometimes seemed more fit to be a Priestess of Slata, letting men and women worship in her embrace, than as a Mage of Thosi. But she was skilled, almost as much as I was thanks to my years of tutelage since our time as young apprentices.

“We need to practice,” I said, stroking the simulacrum’s dick faster. I held a large beaker at the tip of his cock. “And I’m out of cum.”

“I don’t want to practice,” pouted my friend.
We were in our cell in the mid-level of the Collegiate Tower, the headquarters of the Council of Magery and the heart of the College of Esh-Esh. Only here was the arcane arts of magic taught. Students from the known world came to Esh-Esh in the hopes of having the talent to be even an Apprentice Mage and learn to harness the powers of the elements.

The simulacrum moaned. He grew nearer to cumming. He was an artificial man, created through magic, his pale, muscular body completely hairless. His dick throbbed, and then his cock erupted, filling the beaker with squirt after squirt of cum. He produced far more cum than a normal human, easily ten times as much and almost overflowed the beaker.

Cum was necessary to a female mage. It was the power source of our magic. For a priest, priestess, or paladin, their magic was powered by the god or goddess they served. For witches, they merely had an innate ability to control the natural spirits of the world. But for a mage, we needed a powerful source of energy, and nothing was more primal than sexual fluids. I could ingest the cum straight from the source, fucking or sucking the simulacrum’s, or any other male’s, dick. But it was easier to gather the cum and save it for when you need it. The energy didn’t last long in your body. Male mages had to use female juices, and the female simulacrums were engineered to squirt copious fluids when they orgasmed.

“There, that should be more than enough for us to practice with,” I said, holding up the beaker swirling with the pearly jizz.

“I don’t want to practice, Faoril” groaned Saoria. “I practice all day with Master Soviar. He had me shaping wood until my mind hurt.”

There were five elements in the natural world that mages could manipulate: Air, Earth, Fire, Water, and Life. Wood was easy to affect with Life magic. But the more intelligent the organism, the harder they were to change.

“We need to be ready for the test.”

“It’s in nineteen days,” Saoria objected. “That’s almost three weeks. We can take one break.”

“That’s nineteen days to perfect our magic,” I pointed out. The test to be a Master Mage was held once a year and only three Journeyman Mages would pass. This year, seven Journeyman were invited to test. Over half of us would fail. “If you want to make it, you need to practice.” I downed half the beaker, ingesting the thick, salty cum. It filled my stomach, an energy that seethed inside me.

I burned it and sent out a wind. It wrapped around Saoria and lifted her off the bed.

“You bitch!” Saoria gasped as I spun her about, her brown hair whipping around her body and the bottom of her red robe slipping up her sleek thighs. I laughed and then brought her to me and set her down, pushing the beaker into her hands.

“Fine,” she muttered, tipping back the beaker and emptying the rest of the cum into her mouth.

The simulacrum moved to the corner of the room, a pleasant, vapid smile on his handsome face. He stood perfectly still, his hairless body sculpted, his cock rigid. It was nearly impossible to make a male simulacrum have a limp dick. When I made Master Mage, I would own my own simulacrum. Only a Master Mage could own one, the rest belonged to the Magery Council and were lent to students.

“Ready?” I asked Saoria.

She nodded.

The stone floor beneath my feet became liquid and rolled over me. I gasped as I was pulled down into its gloopy mire. “Clever,” I praised as I sent my magic into the stone to fight Saoria’s spell while simultaneously precipitating water out of the air and splashing her in the face.

Saoria spluttered and I pulled my feet out of the liquid stone, conjuring air to lift me up. My magic burned through the cum inside me as I controlled the elements. The water I splashed on Saoria was gathered by her magic into a ball undulating before her.

It shot at me, hardening to ice. I used fire, the ice vaporizing into a cloud of steam that rolled past my face. I dispersed the moisture as her magic went into the wooden frame of my bed. The wood groaned and then the nearest bedpost surged out at me, wrapping around my leg.

“I see practicing with Master Soviar paid off,” I smiled. I made a blade of stone erupt from the floor, severing the bed post. I reached down and grasped the wood around my leg, shaping it into a spear and using wind to hurl it at Saoria’s guts.

We were Journeyman Mages. We had practiced dueling before. It could be dangerous, but it also honed our skills. We were destroying our cell, but we would receive further practice putting everything back together again.

Saoria heaved her mattress before her, the spear thudding into the goose down. Feathers exploded out, dancing in the air, driven by her wind. I held up my arms as they fluttered into my face, blinding me for a moment. Fire flashed, consuming the feathers into ash that rained down to the floor.

Saoria rushed at me, flying across the room. I thickened the air before her, catching her. She slowed to a stop, the air as thick as molasses. “Ooh, that’s an annoying one,” she groaned, twisting her body.

“Yep,” I winked.

Fire exploded around me. I squeaked in shock as my red robe burned to ash and fell of my body. The flames hadn’t touched me. She had exquisite control with fire. I hovered naked in the air, frowning at her. Why had she done that. I tightened the air around her and—

“Slata’s cunt!” I gasped as a thick, tapered piece of wood shoved into my cunt. She had shaped a dildo and used air to work it in and out of me.

I shuddered as the pleasure rippled through my body. The dildo was thick and covered in ridges that tickled the inside of my pussy. My toes curled and soft moans escaped my lips. I concentrated on my air, holding her in place as she fucked my pussy.

“Mmm, how do you like that trick?” Saoria asked, a big smile on her lush lips.

“It’s very…naughty!” I panted. “By the gods, you make the best dildos.”

Saoria winked at me.

I twisted the air around her. It sliced off her robe, sending the ruined fabric fluttering to the ground in three pieces. The wind kept spinning, caressing her naked body. I focused it on her breasts, tickling her hard nipples as my body spasmed on the dildo.

“Oh, nice!” groaned Saoria.

I turned her in the air and spread her legs. Her pussy was covered by dark, neatly trimmed hair. The wind blew through her curls, caressing her pussy and clit. Saoria spasmed, fucking the dildo faster and faster inside me. I drifted closer to her. The tart scent of her pussy swirled through the wind.

“You’re going to like this. I came up with it last night. I found it most enjoyable,” I purred.

“Oh?” Saoria asked, her eyes wide. “What?”

I shaped the wind into a tight vortex and pushed the mini-tornado into her pussy. Her cunt spread open, her pink depths revealed to me. The wind swirled through her hole. She gasped and spasmed, her juices caught by the wind and dancing through the air like drops of rain.

“Oh, yes! That’s so wicked! Oh, my god! It’s swirling inside me! Slata’s hairy cunt! Yes! That’s so wonderful, Faoril! Fuck me with the wind!”

I grinned at her, burning through my cum as I made the tornado spin faster inside her. Saoria spasmed, her breasts heaving. She gasped and moaned as her hair whipped around her in the strong winds.

The dildo inside me grew large, spreading my pussy open. I doubled over as I floated in the air. My pussy screamed with pleasure. The ridges caressed the walls of my cunt. I grasped my nipples, pinching them as I enjoyed her pleasure.

“Let’s see if I can copy this,” Saoria gasped. “It’s so good! Damn, I need to fuck you with a tornado.”

“Just keep fucking me with the dildo!” I moaned. “Pater’s giant cock, this is wonderful! I’m gonna cum so hard!”

“Me, too!” moaned Saoria. “But you need more.”

The cheeks of my ass suddenly parted. Whirling wind pressed between them, caressing my sphincter; I shuddered. The air was moist, almost licking at my asshole. I drifted closer to her, hovering over her body. Our lips met in a hot kiss as she slammed the tornado into my asshole.

The air spun inside my bowels. It caressed across the sensitive walls. I shuddered as the pleasure burned to my pussy. I moaned into her sweet kiss. I grasped her heavy breasts, pinching her nipples as we fucked each other with our magic. The dildo and the tornado ignited the nerves in my body.

I came hard, bucking and spasming against her. Saoria’s hands grasped my ass, squeezing my cheeks and pulling me against her body. We spun in the air, held up by our magics. The pleasure spasmed through my body, whipping into my mind. A part of me maintained my spells, fucking Saoria’s cunt with my tornado, but the rest of me was consumed in pleasure.

“Yes!” I screamed, breaking the kiss, our nipples pressing together as I bucked. “Sweet Slata’s cunt, that feels wonderful in my ass! Oh, yes!”

“Mmm, you are so cute when you cum!” Saoria purred and then spun about beneath me. Her ass slid up my stomach and breast until my face was buried between her cheeks. “Eat my ass and fuck my cunt with your tornado!”

I buried my tongue into her sour ass, sucking and swirling as I intensified the tornado fucking her pussy. My fingers found her clit, stroking her as my tongue probed deep into her asshole. Her body spasmed beneath me.

“Yes, yes! You wonderful mage! Mmm, you know the naughtiest magic.”

I made ice cubes out of the air and rubbed them on her nipples. She spasmed in delight. Her moans echoed through our cell. I rubbed harder at her clit with my thumb as I sucked on her ass. I loved the flavor. She had such a delicious ass.

“Faoril!” she gasped. “Oh, yes! Oh, damn! You are amazing!”

Her asshole clenched about my tongue as she came. She spasmed beneath me. I ended the tornado and moved my lips down to her pussy. I drank her tart juices as they flooded out of her spasming cunt, nuzzling into her silky flesh while her pants grew softer and softer.

“Oh, Faoril,” she panted as we descended to the floor, our room in shambles. “You are amazing. You’re the best in the class.”

I nodded my head.

“You’re going to pass,” she said, her eyes widening, her lip trembling.

“So will you,” I smiled at her. I gave her a hug and kissed her lips. “We’ll both pass.”

She nodded, her eyes distant.

I looked around at the mess. “Well, we should keep practicing and fix this up.”

“Yeah,” she muttered. “I need to practice more. I have to be as good as you if I’m going to make it.”

“You will,” I beamed, pulling the dildo out of my cunt. I sent it to my bed post and shaped it back into the frame like it always belonged there.

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King Edward IV – Shesax, the Kingdom of Secare

“You sure this is a good idea,” I whispered to my pregnant wife.

Lavinia, my queen, fixed me with a determined smile, her hands resting on her pregnant belly. She was a gorgeous woman, a Zeutchian princess with blonde hair and blue eyes. “You are the king. You are strong. You can control a warlock. Angela has to be stopped. You heard the Lesbius Oracle. There is a way for her to kill the dragon. Be strong.”

I nodded my head. Her words heartened me. I was the king. I had to be strong to make sure that my unborn son would follow me onto the throne. On my coronation, the Sekar Oracle had warned me that the descendant of the long dead High King Peter would kill me and take my throne. It was absurd for a woman to ever rule, and yet I feared Angela. She was a direct female descendant of Peter’s youngest daughter Lily. When the High King Died, only his daughter Lily survived him. He had no heir, no daughter could inherit rulership, and his grand empire broke apart into the modern countries of Secare, Valya, Thosi, Zeutch, Haz, Thlin, and Athlos.

“We cannot let her reforge the High King’s sword,” my wife whispered. “That sword was broken for a reason.”

The sword was forged of adamantium by Krab, the God of Crafting, himself as a gift to Peter. With that sword, the young king had conquered most of the known world. He had called his empire the High Kingdom of Hamilten. But Slata was jealous of Peter. He was one of the God Pater’s bastard offspring, and Slata had always been jealous of her husband’s attention to his bastards. She had cursed Lily to have only daughters and ensured all of Peter’s male heirs perished.

“We should have just had her assassinated from the beginning,” I cursed. There were good reasons not to. I had heeded Lady Delilah’s counsel. If I killed Angela, it might have turned the Knights Deute against me. So instead, I conspired with High Priestess Vivian to taint Angela’s Quest. All apprentice knights had to complete a divine quest, supposedly chosen at random, to attain full knighthood.

Angela was given the quest of slaying the dragon Dominari. In a hundred years, every knight-trainee of the three orders had failed to kill the dragon. I assumed Angela would be next to fail, but today the cunt had visited the Lesbius Oracle and received a fortuitous prophecy.

I couldn’t trust that she would fail. I had to ensure it. So I listened to my wife’s plan of hiring a warlock, a mage declared rogue and hunted by the Magery Council. My skin crawled. This had to be conducted in secret. Lavinia had used her servants to make contact this afternoon. He agreed to meet at midnight.

“Maybe you should leave,” I whispered to my wife.

“No. I must be here. He expects us both. Besides, he will not harm us. He knows we can give him resources once he succeeds.”

“Resources for what?”

“For whatever he needs,” my wife purred. “To continue whatever research had him banished by the Magery Council and fleeing their order of execution.”

“Exactly,” a voice purred out of the darkness.

I jumped. The wall of our bedchamber had opened up, forming a makeshift door with a neighboring antechamber. A man dressed in crimson robes stepped in. His reddish hands, marking him as Thlinian, peeked out of the wide sleeves of his robe. The hood’s cowl deeply shadowed the warlock’s face. Only his orange eyes were visible through the shadows.

“Fireeyes?” I asked, then felt like an idiot. Who else would it be? Particularly with eyes that burned in a shadowy face.

“That is the name I now use,” the warlock answered, his voice a rasping whisper.

Behind him, a naked woman entered, her body completely hairless, her eyes lifeless like a doll. She meekly stood a step behind the warlock. My eyebrows furrowed as I studied her body. Her thighs were stained with fluids and the hot scent of tart pussy wafted through the room. A diamond pendant glinted between her breasts.

“Why did you bring your whore?” I demanded.

“His simulacrum,” my wife whispered. “Only a Master Mage possesses one.”

“Your wife is well-informed,” Fireeyes answered. “Now, shall we discuss my servant or why you wish to hire my services?”

“I need you to kill a knight on her quest,” I answered. “She’s in the Deorc Forest at the Lesbius Oracle.”

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Knight-Errant Angela – The Oracle of Lesbius, Deorc Forest

The Oracle of Lesbius slid off my body, her dusky skin gleaming with sweat and the juices of our love making. She stood with a willowy grace, her hips undulating as she moved back into her bower, leaving me heaving on the colorful pillows. Her words echoed in my mind. A prophecy that held the key to defeating the dragon Dominari.

There was hope. Tears burned in my eyes. I trembled and shook as the emotion mixed with the bliss still rippling through me. I could defeat the dragon, the first knight ever to succeed. I wasn’t on a death sentence with Sophia. My breasts heaved as I trembled. My eyes found Sophia where she watched, the acolyte’s smile wide, her green eyes brimming with tears, her hands clasped hopefully before her.

She was so beautiful. I had been so distant from her, pushing her away. I couldn’t remember why? Was it simply that I wasn’t in love with the girl. There was a…hole in my thoughts. I frowned, my excitement dwindling. I had given something up. Something that I had cared about, and it left me empty. I had memories of…someone. I felt like I had known the name just moments ago, but it was gone now. It had been someone that I had shared my bed and life with. But who was it?

What did I give up for hope?

The Oracle curled into a ball, her golden eyes closed, and her breasts rose and fell with the simple rhythm of sleep. I pushed myself up, shaking my head. I must have been sure the price was worth it. Whomever I had given up couldn’t have been that important to me.

“We’re going to do it!” Sophia shrieked.

She rushed towards me and threw her arms around my shoulders as I sat up, her impulsive lips raining kisses about my cheeks. They were delicious, caressing my cheeks with hot fire. I held her tight, sharing in her joy.

Then she froze. “Sorry.”

Sophia pulled away. Her face twisted with sadness. I sighed and clutched her hand, and smiled at her. “Don’t be. It’s okay. We should celebrate.”

“Yes, the Oracle gave such sage words,” nodded Xera.

The elf huntress lounged against the wall, tall and lush, naked save for a simple belt from which hung her quiver of arrows. Her body was painted with greens and browns, a mottled pattern that helped her vanish into the thick brush of the Deorc Forest. Her hair was green and short, a utilitarian cut, and her pointed ears rose out of her green locks. She was taller than me. She was taller than most humans.

“What did the prophecy mean?” Sophia asked, glancing at the slumbering Oracle. The demigoddess—daughter of Cnawen and Rithi, God of Knowledge and Goddess of Art—seemed at peace. “Am I the virgin whore?”

A grin split my lips. The Oracle’s prophecy mentioned half-a-dozen companions to join me. “Well, you are pretty whorish, Sophia. With women, anyways.”

“And, I believe, that priestesses of Saphique sell their bodies to female worshipers,” Xera added. Xera wasn’t her real name. Her full name was difficult for humans to pronounce.

“We don’t sell our bodies,” huffed Sophia. “For a donation, women worship the Virgin Goddess in the arms of her priestesses and acolytes. It’s a very pleasant duty.”

I laughed, it felt wonderful. “Yep, a whore untouched by men.”

Sophia put her hands on her hips, pushing in the simple robe of white she wore to cling to her lithe curves. She was a petite woman, but had a curvy ass. Her lips fought a smile. With her light-brown hair framing her delicate features, she made quite the Secaran beauty. I was Secaran, too, though you never would know it by my flaming-red hair. There was a Tuathan in my ancestry.

“Does that make me the Quiet Stalker?” Xera pondered, her face tightening. “I had hoped leading you to the Lesbius Oracle would end my involvement.”

“Oh, it can’t be you,” Sophia gasped.

“Do you think I’m not capable of moving unseen?” Xera’s violet eyes narrowed.

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean that. You have a pregnant wife. You can’t risk your life with us on this journey.”

Xera bit her lip. “Words of prophecy are not easily ignored. Doing so can lead to disastrous consequences.”

“Well, maybe there’s another elvish hunter they’re talking about,” Sophia pointed out. “Like, um, those other ones that were with you.”

“Yet I was the one that chose to lead you to the oracle and involve myself in your quest.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. What would happen if she didn’t come? Would my quest end in ruin if I failed to find all the companions named? “It has to be her decisions to come with us, Sophia. But…it can’t be coincidence that we were led here by an elvish huntress and then received that prophecy.”

Xera nodded. “Yes. I have much to consider.”

I wanted to say more, to beg her, but she was a strong woman. She would make the decision on her own. I just had to hope her honor would outweigh her desire to stay with her pregnant wife. I grimaced; what a terrible knight I must be to want to pull a woman from her family and ask her to risk her life.

“There’s more to the prophecy than companions,” Xera finally said. “The shattered blade?”

“The High King’s blade,” I answered, shifting on my feet. The sword that belonged to my ancient ancestor, the High King Peter.

“But that was broke into five pieces…oh,” Sophia blushed. “She did mention five shards, didn’t she.”

I nodded. “After his death, they were broken up and scattered across the lands. No one wanted the sword claimed again. Legends say the five pieces were hidden in and well guarded. And even if they were found, they would have to be reforged. The blade is made of adamantium. No normal smith can work that metal.”

Sophia frowned, “I remember being lectured on this subject as a novice.” She tapped her chin. “Ooh, why didn’t I pay better attention? One of the pieces was hidden in Murathi, wherever that is.”

“Far to the north in lands now claimed by the Larg Orcs,” Xera answered. “It is a holy place to them, some ruins that they worship at.”

“Fun,” Sophia groaned. “And let’s see…another is hidden in a volcano on the Isle of Birds. I think a third piece was hidden in the Mirage Gardens in the Halani Desert.”

I stared at Sophia with eager excitement. “And the other two?”

Sophia furrowed her eyebrows. “Umm…the Haunted Forest. In a ruined castle in the depths of that terrible place.”

It was my turn to groan. “They really didn’t want this sword reforged.”

“It was the High King’s blade, the symbol of his empire. None of the usurping kings that carved up his empire could have been happy with that symbol around,” Sophia answered. “Oh, the last one is in Rartha. In the Great Vault.”

“I have heard of the Great Vault,” Xera whispered. “The merchant princes of Rartha store their greatest treasures in there. It is impenetrable.”

“And we still need to learn the way to forge the sword,” I groaned, my hope dying. “Finding the sword seems a task more monumental than killing the dragon. Do you know of the ritual to work adamantium?”

Sophia shook her head. “I don’t recall that lecture, but then I spent much of my time seducing timid novices instead of paying attention to such boring stuff. Sorry.”

“Perhaps the answers can be found in the Library of Khalesithan. My wife is a librarian there.”

“Elves have a library?” Sophia gasped.

Xera gave her a fixed look.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to make it sound like you were a bunch of…um…” Sophia’s cheeks burned. “I’m not making this better, am I?”

Xera shook her head.

Sophia walked to the Elf and hugged her. “Sorry. Can you forgive me for being a dumb human?”

Xera laughed. “You are so impish.”

“I know,” giggled Sophia before she planted a hot kiss on Xera’s lips.

I squeezed my thighs together as I watched. Memories of Sophia’s kisses heated my body. Sophia became Lady Delilah in my imagination—my first crush. I remembered the kisses Lady Delilah gave me before I left on my Quest. She was such a beauty with flaming-red hair. I could still picture the first time I saw her riding into my parent’s estate dressed in the armor of a Knight Deute. She was the reason I joined the Knights Deute.

I shook my head and forced myself to stand. I was drained from the Oracle’s embrace. She had fed off my sexual energy to feed her prophecy. The world swam about me for a moment, and I stumbled before I caught my balance.

“Angela?” Sophia asked, giving me a worried look. “Are you okay?”

“Just tired,” I said, reaching for my discarded armor. “We still have some daylight left, let’s get moving to Khalesithan.” What a hard word to say. Khalesithan.

Xera shook her head. “We should rest here for the night. I do not think the Oracle will mind.”

“Why? We still have a few hours left?”

“Do you want to get caught in the giganraneae’s vale when night falls?” the elf asked.

I shuddered. The Lesbius Oracle was in the heart of a spidery vale. The dark trees were covered in thick cobwebs. The giganraneae were a race of intelligent, spider-like monsters, an offshoot of the werespiders. They couldn’t transform into human form, but still require humanoids for reproducing. The race is all female, and they deposit their eggs with an ovipositor into a humanoids body. When the eggs hatch, the young feast on the host. The giganraneae keep the host paralyzed and cocooned until their daughters hatch.

“No,” Sophia shuddered.

I sank back down to the pillows that covered the floor of the oracle’s cave. “We can wait until morning.”

My exhaustion pulled me down into sleep.

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Xerathalasia

I woke up with Sophia cuddled against me. The colorful sheets hanging from the top of the Oracle’s cave billowed and waved in a slight breeze. Sophia’s pale face lay on my arm, her face so cute as she slumbered.

Angela still slept by herself. The Oracle’s ritual had exhausted the knight and she had slept undisturbed for hours. Though we were underground, my instincts told me dawn wasn’t far off. Time to rise and face the dangers of slipping out of the vale.

The giganraneae were dangerous monsters. They were only tolerated to exist by my people because they protected the Oracle. If someone wanted to seek her advice, they had to brave true dangers. The giganraneae knew not to leave the vale or our hunters would dispatch them. But any who wandered into the valley were theirs to hunt.

“Matar, watch over us as we stalk through the dark vale,” I prayed to the hermaphroditic goddess that birthed the elves and our sister races. There were five hermaphroditic races birthed by the goddess impregnating herself with her own cock, each attuned with one of the five elements. Elves were of life, gnomes of earth, sylphs of air, nixies of water, and dragons of fire.

I shook Sophia.

“Hmm,” the sleepy human murmured.

“It’s morning,” I whispered as I slipped my arm out from underneath her. “Time to break our fast and brave the dangers of the vale.”

Sophia’s face paled. “Ooh, I had forgotten about that. It’s so creepy out there.”

“Yes,” Angela nodded, stretching as she woke up.

The human knight was a gorgeous woman, large breasts thrusting before her. Her body was lean and muscled. She moved with the grace of a trained fighter as she gathered up the pieces of her armor. She buckled on her half-breastplate, leaving her midriff and a generous amount of cleavage bare, followed by her pauldrons protecting her shoulders. A thick swordbelt buckled around her waist from which her chainmail loincloth dangled. Thigh-high boots covered by metal greaves were next, followed by her bracers on her forearms. Elves didn’t use armor. We relied on our quick reflexes to avoid hits.

Sophia nibbled on her hard trail rations. I didn’t carry supplies. I could forage as we walked, eating the bounty of nature. The humans, however, couldn’t eat half of what the Deorc Forest offered. They balked at eating tasty pine cones.

“Let’s get this over with,” Sophia said. “I hope our horses are still fine.”

Angela nodded her head, her flaming hair brushing her shiny pauldrons. “They had forage and were hobbled. They should be fine.”

The humans were attached to their horses despite being unable to speak to them. Angela’s warhorse, Midnight, had a great deal of loyalty to his rider, and Purity, Sophia’s mount, just adored her the acolyte.

Angela drew her sword as she led us through the narrow tunnel that led back to the surface. Only the Oracle’s chamber was covered in colorful sheets to hide the hard dirt walls and ceiling. Roots of trees poked through, forming a curtain of wispy tendrils that tickled my face as I followed the knight. Sophia was at the rear, almost clutching to me in fear.

Gray light filtered through from the entrance. Dawn had arrived, lightening the gloom of the vale. I shuddered when I stepped out of the cave. The woods were dark and dreary, the dark firs cocooned in torn cobwebs. No birds sang sweet songs to the rising sun or animals scampering through the brush. My nose wrinkled; the foul stench of death lingered through the vale.

I gripped my bow in my hand. It was strung and an arrow knocked, ready to be pulled back and loosed at any threat. My ears twitched as I strained for any sound. Branches rustled as a breeze stirred the canopy.

Even Sophia was armed, gripping a small dagger in her hand. The acolyte’s eyes scanned the trees as she shivered in her beige cloak and white robes. I winced with every dried twig that snapped beneath her careless feet or her clock rasping as the fabric caught on every brush she passed.

“Angela,” Sophia suddenly whined.

“What?” the knight asked, turning around.

Sophia’s dagger glowed a faint pink.

“Why is it glowing?” I asked.

Angela nodded. “Yes. What enchantment is on that dagger.”

“It senses danger,” Sophia swallowed. She peered up into the trees. “How much farther?”

“Another hour,” I answered.

A shadow moved in the tree. I raised my bow, staring at the branch and shivered. Wispy cobwebs fluttered from a swaying branch. My heart beat faster. My eyes swept around. More branches jiggled and swayed, too large to be disturbed that much by the breeze.

“We’re surrounded,” I whispered. “There’s at least six of them.”

“Pater’s cock,” cursed Angela. She raised her sword in a stance.

“Oh, no,” Sophia groaned, clutching her glowing dagger with both hands. “Saphique, please watch over your servants.”

A shadow moved. My bow shifted and I drew back the arrow. I released. The arrow was a blur streaking into the trees. A skittering snarl erupted. Something dark and spindly moved through the boughs.

The trees erupted with movement.

“Here they come!” Angela shouted, her red hair streaming behind her as she charged at the nearest tree. A spindly body climbed down it.

The giganraneae looked like a large, delicate, black spider, long legs ending at human-like hands gripping the trunk. Instead of a chitinous face, the giganraneae had the appearance of a comely woman with multi-faceted, black eyes and dark hair falling in a long curtain around their pale, round face.

The giganraneae hissed as Angela rammed her sword through its armored thorax. Greenish ichor leaked out as the giganraneae chittered in pain, her body convulsing on the tree trunk. Spindly legs went limp and the monster fell from the tree, ripping clean off Angela’s blade.

Other giganraneae descended from the trees, scuttling down tree trunks or lowering themselves on ropes of silk spun from spinnerets. Each chittered and hissed in their foul language.

My hand was a blur. Draw. Knock. Fire. My arrows streaked out, finding targets. There were far more than six. The giganraneae cried out in pain, hands ripping my arrows from chitinous bodies and throwing them to the ground.

“No, no, no!” Sophia shrieked, flailing with her dagger as one giganraneae lunged at her.

Angela appeared, sword slicing a pair of spidery limbs. Sophia scrambled back as Angela roared and swung. The giganraneae was driven back, body rent by cuts that leaked an ichor as dull green as pond scum.

“Keep against a tree!” Angela shouted at Sophia.

“Yeah,” the acolyte nodded, backing away from the fight.

“Xera, can you handle your side?” the knight asked as she threw herself at the next giganraneae lunging at her, blocking the monster with her large kite shield.

“I can!” I shouted, firing my tenth arrow, taking a giganraneae between her multi-faceted eyes.

A third of my arrows had already been fired. I drew the eleventh and feathered a giganraneae leaping at me. It fell in a heap on the ground, legs curling as it convulsed. My twelfth arrow glanced off the hide of a charging monster.

“Matar’s seed!” I cursed in elvish.

I reached for my thirteenth arrow. The giganraneae slammed into me, throwing me back to the ground. My bow fell from my grip. Spindly hands grasped my shoulders and thighs. The thing chittered in my face.

“Lovely,” the giganraneae said in elvish. “What a delightful mother for my children.”

The spinnerets squirted silk on my legs, her nimble hands wrapping it about my feet. I ripped my wood dagger from my belt. The giganraneae fingers tightened on my shoulder. I had one shot. The knife would never penetrate her thick carapace. I had to go for the joint.
I lunged.

My long dagger slid between the joint between the abdomen and thorax carapace. The giganraneae stiffened. I was in her cuts. I twisted the knife and screamed. My other arm heaved the monster off me as she convulsed on her back, ichor dripping from her gaping wound.

I kicked my feet, still entangled by spider silk. I reached down and began cutting.

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Acolyte Sophia

My heart hammered in terror as I pressed my back against the tree. Angela danced about the clearing, her sword flashing like bolts of lightning, reflecting the dim light. She swung in mighty sweeps, cleaving the monstrous spiders while her kite shield fended off those that tried to attack her from the other side.

Xera regained her feet, cobwebs still clinging about her ankles. She reclaimed her bow and fired an arrow at a giganraneae in the treetops. The thing fell with a chittering scream.

“Yes.” I screamed in relief, my sweaty hands gripping my glowing dagger. “That’s it.”

I wish I could help better. There hadn’t been time for me to enchant Angela’s sword, but she seemed to be doing fine. Her longsword smashed and cut through the carapace of the nasty things.

“On your left!” Xera shouted. An arrow flew across the battlefield.

“Thank you, Saphique,” I prayed as Angela and Xera drove back the monsters.

“Aren’t you pretty, poppin?” a voice skittered above me.

I gasped.

Above me, a giganraneae clung to the trees. Her spidery eyes glinted as she stared at me. Long legs and spindly fingers reached for me. I swung with my knife. It bounced off the carapace covering the legs. The hands grasped my shoulder.

“Angela!” I shrieked as I was hauled up into the air.

The giganraneae scampered back up into the tree as my legs kicked. I stabbed with the knife again. The blade bounced off again. A third leg batted the dagger from my hand. It tumbled down into the ground.

“Sophia!” Angela shouted, racing to the base of the tree. “Xera! Shoot!”

The giganraneae lifted me up, holding me before her as a shield while she climbed up the tree. Xera raised her bow. My heart thudded and blood screamed through my veins. The branches swept around us. We vanished into the thick canopy. The giganraneae chittered as I struggled in her strong grip.

“None of that, poppin,” chittered the giganraneae as her silk began wrapping about my legs.

I screamed in fear as I was spun about like meat turning on the spit above the fire. I struggled harder, writhing my entire body as I screamed in fear.

“Hold on!” Angela shouted from below.

“You struggle a lot, poppin. Why? Don’t you want to be the mother of my darling children?”

“No!”

My heart hammered in fear. Tears burned in my eyes. My legs were cocooned. I struggled, but the silk was strong. I kept shaking and writhing, trying to get my arms free and fight back. My fist struck her chitinous stomach.

My knuckles hurt.

“Now, now, stop struggling, poppin.”

“No,” I screamed. “I’m not going to. Let me go.”

I was turned in her hands, her face just before mine. Her lips were red. Something glistened on them. Not saliva, this was oilier. She lowered down and kissed me on the lips. A sharp, acrid flavor filled my mouth. Everything went numb.

I relaxed. A peaceful lassitude fell over me. My body went limp. I didn’t need to fight any longer. I turned again, the silk working up my body. In fact, this was kind of nice. The world turned and I giggled as my arms were bound. I was snug and warm.

“That’s it, poppin. Isn’t that nice?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Hold on, Sophia. Xera’s climbing up.”

Through the branches below, flashes of Xera’s face appeared.

I giggled, “Hi, Xera.”

The silk covered my face. I was completely engulfed in the warm, snug blanket. My eyes grew heavy as I was rocked by the movement of the giganraneae. I could just fall asleep and enjoy peaceful lassitude. It was such a lovely delight.

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Knight-Errant Angela

Xera dropped down from the tree. “Sophia’s been cocooned and it’s taking her east.”

“Pater’s cock,” I swore. “Can you track her?”

My heart hammered in my chest. Sophia was my responsibility. It was my duty to protect her on the Quest. I couldn’t let her be impregnated by a bunch of monstrous eggs and killed when they hatched. No one deserved that.

“Of course,” Xera nodded. “The giganraneae is moving fast, but she’ll stop to breed with Sophia. We’ll catch up then.”

“Then let’s go,” I shouted. I couldn’t let Sophia get harmed. She was such a wonderful person.

Xera darted off. I followed, my armor clinking with every step.

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Acolyte Sophia

I drowsed in my snug cocoon, rocked by the giganraneae scampering through the treetops. Despite my lassitude, a heat grew between my thighs. A hot itch that I hoped my giganraneae could satisfy. I squirmed, rubbing my face against the sticky silk.

“Growing excited, poppin?” the giganraneae asked.

“Yes,” I moaned. The silk clung to my lips. It tasted bitter. I spat, trying to get it out of my mouth.

“Mmm, we’re almost there. And then I’ll pleasure you my sweet mate.”

“Mate…” I smiled. “And you are a girl giganraneae? I can’t…be with men.”

“There are only girl giganraneae, poppin.”

“Oh, right.” I knew that. It was so hard to think.

“You’ll enjoy every moment of my touch.”

“Good! I’m getting so wet.”

“I can smell, poppin.” The giganraneae made a smacking sound. “Mmm, yes. It has been so long since I’ve enjoyed a human.”

My stomach lurched as we swiftly descended. I squirmed, a little afraid, but the giganraneae held me with four of her eight hands. I was pressed against her abdomen. I would be safe. The giganraneae wouldn’t want me harmed. She wanted to love me and mate with me.

There was a part of me that thought that was a bad idea. I wish I could remember why. It was all foggy in my mind.

“Here we are, poppin,” chittered the giganraneae.

My silk cocoon was ripped open by her hands. I spilled out on the loam of the forest, a few strands of silk clinging to my robe and hair. I giggled as the giganraneae stood above me, staring down with her beautiful eyes. Her multi-faceted eyes made her seem ethereal. Her lips lowered down and we shared another delicious, numbing kiss.

Her hands ran across my body. It was like I had multiple lovers undressing me. I shuddered in delight as long fingers opened my robe and explored beneath. Hands stroked my thighs, my stomach, and groped my small breasts. I shuddered in delight, pushing my tongue into her mouth as her fingers teased me.

It was delicious.

My nipples were pinched and rolled, shooting pleasure down to my hot pussy. One finger toyed with my bellybutton while a second hand stroked my side. I shuddered, ticklish delight tingling through me. My toes curled as a pair of hands stroked my inner thighs, working up to the hot folds of my pussy.

“Mmm, you are so responsive,” chittered the Giganraneae. “What is your name, my mate?”

“Sophia,” I gasped, my hips undulating as her fingers teased nearer and nearer to my hot pussy. “Yours?”

“Sliyth,” she answered.

“Sliyth,” I moaned as I reached up, stroking her smooth chitin. It was exciting to caress her hard, slick hide, so much different than skin. “What a lovely name.”

“So is Sophia.” One set of hands squeezed my breasts as another rubbed at my sides. “As lovely as its owner.”

I blushed. “Ooh, you are so nice, Sliyth.”

Our lips met for another kiss as her fingers stroked at the folds of my pussy. I shuddered again, my hips undulating in delight. My pussy lips were parted, her long fingers probing into my depths. I shuddered, clenching down on her fingers. I moaned into her lips as the pleasure stirred through my body.

So wonderful. Sliyth was a delightful lover.

She chittered between kisses, her wet lips moving down my neck. I shuddered as her fingers worked deeper into my pussy. They were so long and thin, different than a human’s or even an elf’s. I moaned, staring up at the spiderwebs stretched between the trees.

“Mmm, you are just delicious,” Sliyth purred, her compound eyes staring at me. They were such a deep black. She had no eyelids, so they never blinked, they only glistened as she shifted. The hands stroking my sides seized my arms, pinning them to my side. Her abdomen contorted beneath her and pointed at me; her spinnerets fired silk.

I gasped as it covered my wrists, pinning me to the ground. I moaned, pulling at the webbing. I couldn’t move. She tied my other wrist, then pushed my thighs apart, her abdomen moving. The silky bonds were tight on my hands and ankles.

“So pretty.” Sliyth smiled.

A pair of her black hands squeezed my small, ivory breasts. My nipples were hard. I gasped as she leaned over and sucked on my nipple. Her teeth were sharp, nipping at my flesh as I squirmed. My pussy clenched down on her invading fingers.

“Yes, yes!” I panted.

My body convulsed. I was pinned down to the ground, my limbs heaving against the silken bonds. I was so helpless. This monster could do anything to me. My pussy contracted on her fingers.

She could do any naughty, delicious thing to me.

My orgasm crashed through my body.

“Slata’s cunt!” I screamed as the pleasure burned through me.

My pussy convulsed about her spidery digits. Her mouth sucked harder at my nipple. I stared into multi-faceted eyes. The dark orbs seemed to swallow me up as I bucked against her probing fingers. The pleasure washed through my veins, driving back the fog.

“Oh, no!” I gasped as the pleasure washed through me.

A Giganraneae was making love to me. She would stick her ovipositor into me. I squirmed, my orgasm burning harder. I was so helpless. I was in danger. Sliyth was dangerous. Why did that make my pussy convulse again. Another orgasm rippled through me.

I was helpless. She could do anything she wanted to me.

“Gods, yes!” I moaned as her hungry lips nipped my breasts. Blood trickled. Her tongue licked it up. The numbing bliss shot back through my veins. I shuddered again as she moved lower and and lower. She nibbled, leaving little bite marks that trickled blood. Her fingers withdrew from my pussy.

Her mouth replaced it.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped as the bliss burned through me.

I heaved my body against her hungry mouth. Her venom made my pussy writhe. Orgasm after orgasm rippled through my body. I screamed out through the woods. I shuddered and writhed as the bliss burned my body. I couldn’t stand it. The pleasure was intense. It consumed me. I never wanted it to end.

“You’re so amazing!” I screamed.

“You taste delicious,” moaned Sliyth. “My daughters will love your flesh. So juicy and rich. You will sustain them.”

Her tongue licked again, wiggling into my depths. Her fingers parted my asscheeks. Fingers thrust inside my bowels. I groaned, bucking as another orgasm washed through me. Her fingers worked in and out of my bowels, the burning heat flowing through me, joining the delight in my pussy.

“It’s time,” she purred, her lips stained with my tart excitement. Sliyth rose on her legs. Something long and black emerged from her abdomen. It was thin and dripping, the tip bulbous, almost like a cock, but it had an opening at the tip that was too wide for a dick.

Her ovipositor.

“Fuck me with it!” I moaned, eager for her appendage. It wasn’t a cock. It wouldn’t sully me. My pussy burned to feel it.

“You’re eager to be implanted,” chittered Sliyth. “You are so beautiful. I will always remember you, Sophia.”

“Me, too,” I moaned as she crawled over me.

Her smooth, chitinous body rubbed on my stomach and breasts. Her mouth found mine as her ovipositor pushed into the wet folds of my pussy. My back arched as the thin shaft filled me up. My toes curled in delight even as my mind screamed a warning.

This was dangerous.

My pussy convulsed as an orgasm filled me. “Yes,” I moaned.

The ovipositor moved inside me. Sliyth stayed still, not fucking me. Instead her organ worked in and out of my sheath all on its own. My pussy clung to it as it probed deeper and deeper into me. My body shuddered as small bumps adorning the ovipositor caressed my pussy. My nerves burned with delight. My body thrashed as it pushed deeper and deeper.

“By the gods!” I screamed as it pressed into my womb. Nothing had ever been so deep in me. “So good!”

“Yes!” chittered Sliyth, her body shuddering atop me. Her fingers in my ass probed deep as she convulsed. “So good!”

Something bulged down the ovipositor, moving towards the tip. My pussy was stretched around it. I shuddered as Sliyth writhed atop me, chittering in delight. The round object reached the tip and entered my womb.

An egg.

“Yes!” we screamed together.

A second and third egg stretched me out. I groaned and convulsed as the hot pleasure filled me. I strained against the silk binding me to the ground, wanting to break free so I could hold my monstrous lover as we shared this wondrous moment.

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Knight-Errant Angela

“Yes!” Sophia’s voice screamed through the woods, caught in the throes of passion.

I raced forward past Xera, my heart hammering. The giganraneae chittered with pleasure. Fear clutched my heart. What was it doing to my Sophia. I clutched my sword in a sweaty grip as I cut through the spiderweb and used my shield to push the sticky strands aside.

“Sophia,” I screamed. “Hold on.”

I burst through the clearing. Sophia thrashed beneath the spidery body of the giganraneae. The monster lifted her human-like face, compound eyes focusing on me. The giganraneae ripped her long ovipositor from Sophia’s pussy and hissed at me.

The giganraneae charged.

I met her attack. The giganraneae leaped at me, chittering in rage. Her ovipositor withdrew into her body as she soared twenty feet at me. I lunged my sword forward. A stop thrust. The monster crashed into me.

“Gewin’s big cock!” I gasped as we fell to the ground.

Air whooshed from my lungs. The giganraneae’s body pinned my shield against my chest, crushing me. The thing chittered in pain. Legs thrashed. I heaved. My sword had stuck through her thorax and out her back. She spasmed and shuddered as she died.

“Sophia!”

I didn’t care about the dying monster. I was on my feet and rushing to the acolyte. She shuddered on the ground. Her stomach was distended, filled with the monster’s eggs. The young woman writhed on the ground, her eyes unfocused.

“Oh, no!” I shouted.

“Angela,” smiled Sophia. “Mmm, you look so beautiful.”

I drew my knife and cut the thick mass of silk off her wrist. Xera raced around, freeing Sophia’s ankles. The acolyte threw her arms around me and kissed me hard. Her lips were acrid and my mouth numbed. My mind fogged with lust.

I fought it.

I seized Sophia’s shoulders and pushed her back, staring into her eyes. “Are you okay, Sophia?”

“I’m so fine, Angela,” moaned Sophia. “Mmm, Sliyth made me cum over and over.”

“Sliyth?”

“The giganraneae,” Xera answered. “Sophia. She implanted her eggs in you.”

“It was so hot,” Sophia shuddered. “I feel so stuffed right now.”

“You’re going to die,” I gasped. “We have to get them out of you.”

“Die?” Sophia’s green eyes grew focused. She shook her head, shaking off the monster’s ecstatic venom. Fear cascaded across her face. “Slata’s cunt! Angela!”

Sophia threw her arms around my neck, clinging to me. I held her tight as she trembled, stroking her light-brown hair. I didn’t know what to do. “You have divine magic. Do you know of a spell?”

“I don’t know,” sobbed Sophia. “I’m going to die, Angela. I can’t die.”

“You need to think.”

Sophia tightened her grip on me, sobbing, “I…I… don’t know…there…I can’t…think…”

“Calm down,” I told her. “I’m here with you. Don’t panic.”

“Panic?” she screeched. “I have giganraneae eggs in me. Oh, Gods, I’m so dead.”

“You’re not dead yet.” I cupped her face, wiping at her tears trickling down her eyes. “So long as you breathe we can figure this out.”

“You used that potion to heal Xiloniasa from being petrified,” Xera said. “Do you have another?”

Sophia shook her head. “No. It wouldn’t work. That breaks curses, and this is something else. I’m polluted by…”

“Sophia?” I asked, staring into her eyes. They flicked back and forth like she was thinking. “Do you have an idea.”

“A cleansing ritual,” Sophia smiled. “And I’ll need your help. Both of you.”

“Of course,” I grinned. “What do you need?”

“Your pussy juices.”

A hot flush shot through me. “Really?”

“I need to be bathed in it,” Sophia purred. She licked her lips, her tongue stud flashing silver. “To be covered in feminine juices to purify my body and drive out the pollution.”

“Of course,” I said, standing up and undoing my sword belt, my chainmail loincloth rattling. I let it drop, exposing my naked pussy to the air.

“Now?” Xera asked.

“She needs to be healed,” I said. “We can’t let her die.”

Sophia licked her lips, her hand stroking up my greaves to my thigh. “Mmm, I have missed your pussy, Angela.”

I blushed. “I…I missed your touch.” How long had it been since we made love? Almost two weeks?

Her fingers sent a shiver through my body as she moved higher. She brushed my wet, shaved folds. I shuddered. The hot scent of my tangy pussy filled my nose. Sophia had a mischievous grin on her face as she toyed with my pussy.

“You, too, Xera,” Sophia moaned, reaching out her left hand to the elf.

“Of course, Sophia,” Xera purred, setting down her bow and walking forward. Her large breasts jiggled and her ears twitched. “I always love your gentle touch.”

“And I love how delicious you taste,” laughed Sophia.

I grinned, the marigold perfume of Xera’s excitement mixing with mine. Elves pussies had such flowery scents. Xera pressed against me, her round breast rubbing on my armor. I put an arm around her, shuddering as Sophia stroked my pussy, and kissed the elf.

Xera’s lips were so soft. Her tongue played with mine, pressing into my mouth as she moaned. Sophia played with both our pussies, her fingers working in and out, sending shudders of pleasure through my body. I moaned into Xera’s sweet kiss as my pussy clenched about Sophia’s probing fingers.

“Mmm, two pussies to play with,” Sophia purred. “What a delightful treat.”

“Oh, yes!” I gasped, breaking the kiss with Xera. “Your fingers know just where to touch.”

Sophia winked a green eye at me. “Well, I am an acolyte of Saphique. I’ve spent many years learning how to pleasure women.”

Her thumb brushed my clit. I shuddered, my hips bucking. My armor creaked as I sucked in a breath. My breasts strained against my breastplate. My nipples were hard, rubbing on the cool metal. My stomach tensed as the pleasure built.

“Such delicious pussies to play with,” moaned the acolyte.

Xera cried out in musical elvish as Sophia leaned over and tongued her clit. The elf’s arm tightened about me as her hips writhed. Our flesh pressed together. Her large breasts shook and jiggled, her nipples hard, beckoning.

I leaned over and engulfed a nipple. The chalky, bitter flavor of her camouflage paint filled my mouth as I suckled on her hard nipple. I moaned as Sophia rubbed harder and harder at my clit, her thumb moving in fast circles.

“Yummy! Now to taste Angela’s tangy pie.”

Sophia’s thumb moved to the side so her tongue could assault my clit. My hips spasmed as her wet, agile tongue and hard tongue stud caressed through my pussy lips up to the tip of my clit. She swirled her tongue around it, grinding her hard stud against my bud. My ass clenched as the pleasure shot through me.

She pushed a third finger into my pussy, then a fourth. I gasped, releasing Xera’s nipple as my body shuddered. My pussy was stretched out while my clit burned beneath Sophia’s sweet assault. Then the naughty acolyte curled her hand.

She fisted me.

“By the Gods!” I moaned as she reamed my pussy, fucking her fist in and out of my depths.

I was stretched open. My pussy clung to her fist as she pushed it deeper and deeper into me. Nerves burst with pleasure. My body was filled with it. My back arched. Xera’s arms tightened, holding me as I swayed.

“Sophia!” I gasped, a powerful orgasm brewing. “Oh, yes!”

“Cum!” she moaned.

I did. My pussy convulsed about her fist. A powerful wave of pleasure shot through me. The muscles in my stomach tightened. Pussy juices squirted out, splashing on her face. Sophia closed her eyes, moving her face around as I drenched her. My tangy aroma filled the air as my creamy juices coated her face, dripping down to her small breasts.

“Pater’s wonderful cock!” I gasped. “Oh, wow! Saphique’s naughty mouth! So good!”

“That’s it!” smiled Sophia. “That’s what I need.”

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Acolyte Sophia

Every breath was full of Angela’s tangy scent. Her juices dripped down my face and neck. I loved it. I clenched my pussy as I savored every last delight she gave me. The juices trickled down my body, reaching my nipples.

I ripped my fist out of Angela’s pussy. The redheaded knight stumbled back, almost falling as her body trembled from the intensity of her orgasm. I licked my fingers as I turned to Xera. The elf smiled down at me.

“Are you going to make me cum that hard?” she asked.

“Of course,” I purred, pushing a third finger from my left hand into her pussy. I could fist a woman with either hand.

My sticky hand wrapped around her waist, squeezing her ass as I leaned in and licked at her clit. Her flowery excitement covered my tongue as I nuzzled into her pussy. I slipped in a fourth finger, her pussy clenching down about my fingers.

“Sophia!” gasped Xera as I curled my hand into a fist, engulfed by her hot flesh.

Her elvish pussy clenched as I worked my fist deep into her depths. Her hands gripped my hair, holding me tight as she undulated into my thrusting fist. Her juices poured out as she moaned in her melodic elvish.

I loved making a woman go wild with pleasure.

I paid attention to the clues of her body. I had made love to her enough times to understand the subtle differences of elvish orgasms. I concentrated on her clit, flicking my tongue stud against it harder than I had on Angela’s while my fist plunged deep into her pussy.

My own pussy clenched, stuffed full of the Giganraneae eggs. I shuddered, excited and disgusted all at the same time as they pulsed inside me. I pressed on my clit with my thighs, building my own orgasm as I pleasured the elf.

Xera’s moans grew higher in pitch. Her breasts heaved as the pleasure built through her. I flicked harder at her clit and fucked my fist faster in and out of her tight depths. Her hips swiveled. Her pussy grew hotter.

That’s what I needed.

I uncurled my fingers inside of her, caressing the wall of her tight pussy.

“Matar!” screamed Xera as her orgasm washed over her.

The elf’s pussy convulsed. Her flowery juices squirted out. I let them splash on my breasts, anointing me with her feminine delights. The juices ran hot down my body to my aching pussy. I spread my thighs and let them touch my clit.

“Saphique, Goddess of Purity, cleanse my body!” I called out to my Goddess.

Her power filled me. The pussy juices anointing my flesh glowed white. The femininity of Angela and Xera sank into my body. I shuddered. My orgasm burst inside me as the feminine purity swept down to my pussy.

The first egg spread my pussy open as it was pushed out. My back arched as the pleasure increased. The egg was forced out. My pussy burned as the second egg and third egg came out. I fell over onto my hands and knees, wordlessly screaming in bliss as I was cleansed. Each egg sent such pleasure shooting through me.

“Slata’s cunt,” I panted when the last egg was forced out. My pussy writhed. My body pure. “Thank you, Saphique. Thank you.”

“You’re cleansed,” Angela shouted. She pulled me up and hugged me to her armor. Tears glistened in her eyes. Our lips met in a kiss.

It was such a wonderful kiss. My heart beat fast. I knew it wasn’t love. She was just concerned about me, but I let myself enjoy it anyways. I could pretend, for now, that Angela loved me back.

It was a wonderful delusion.

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Xerathalasia

The horses neighed in greeting, eager to see their human masters.

It was a relief to be out of the vale. No more Giganraneae molested us on the way out. The forest outside the vale smelled sweetly of resin, leaves, and the musk of animals. Birds sang in the boughs, deer scampered on the trails, and squirrels cavorted up and down the tree trunks.

The fullness of life was about me again.

“There’s my sweet Purity,” Sophia smiled, petting the white snout of her mare. “I missed you.”

Angela unhobbled her large stallion. She took his reins and joined Sophia. The pair stood close. When they walked into the woods, there had been a rift between them. Sophia was hurt and Angela was distant. I smiled as they walked forward, shoulders almost touching.

They worked well together. And they had such a hard, dangerous road before them. Duty compelled them both. Even Sophia had found the strength to walk towards it. That was probably Angela’s doing. The knight walked with a straight back. She was graceful and confident, marching towards her destiny.

Could I walk with the same confidence? Could I leave my woods, my wife, my people behind to help a pair of humans? Destiny called to me, and I was afraid I would not have the same strength these two humans had.

My thoughts were heavy as I led them east to my home.

To be continued…

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Some of this shit is actually true…more on the wlay

Hi I’m Lex short for Alexis. Yes I know Lex rhymes with sex, my favorite thing.
I met Julie in my sophomore year. She was a new girl in the school and to my eyes had a style all her own. We were total opposites in some ways. Julie was a brunette and had a sculpted athletic body and was on both the swim team and the volleyball team. I on the other hand was a petite blonde who was president of the drama club and one of the leaders on the cheer team.

That first year we shared a number of classes so it was natural that we would become study-buddies and then fast friends. Fast forward to our senior year. I began to notice that Julie would steal peeks at my body when we were changing after gym class or when we shared a blanket at the beach. These weren’t looks of appreciation or admiration, these looks had a sexual tinge to them. Soon I found myself peeking at Julie’s sexy body as well.

One day I was getting into my cheer team outfit before a volleyball game and I found myself getting all wet. I was in a cubicle at in the change room and while I had my top on I was naked from the waist down. I closed my eyes and brought Julie to mind in her supper tight volleyball shorts. Julie had the most amazing muscular, round ass and for some reason, her volleyball shorts fit her like another skin.

Anyone who bothered to look, could see that Julie didn’t wear panties under the shorts, and they revealed every subtle curve of her perfect ass as she bent over to receive a serve from the opposition team. When Julie dived for the ball her legs spread open, there in the crotch of those skin-tight shorts, was the outline of her entire pussy mound and cunt slit. Julie didn’t wear a bra under her tight top so watching her serve the ball was so sexy as her firm breasts giggled and her nipples pressed against the fabric. It was impossible for me to concentrate on my jumps when all I could think of was Julie’s sexy body.
I pushed two fingers into my wet pussy and moaned at the thought of rubbing my hands all over the outside of Julie’s volleyball shorts. I knew I could make myself cum in seconds but a better idea came to mind. I picked up my blue satin shorts that I work under my cheer skirt. I turned them inside out. The crotch of the shorts had a lining and I smile. I took a pair of tweezers from my bag and in seconds I was able to remove the lining. I pulled the shorts on and moaned at what I saw. The shorts were meant to be tight but now with the lining removed every inch of my shaved pussy slit was outlined against the satiny fabric.

I was certain Julie got thrill from showing off her hot ass and cunt during the game and now I would experience the same feeling. I adjusted the waist of the skirt so that the crotch of the shorts was visible at all times.

My heart was beating at breakneck speed as I grabbed my pompoms and headed into the gym. I joined the other members of the cheer team and immediately my eyes found Julie as she warmed up for the game. She was stretching on the floor with her legs spread wide in front of her. I nearly moaned when I saw the fabric of her black shorts pull tight around her cunt mound. Suddenly her eyes looked up and took me in. I put my hands on my hips and thrust my hips forward. I knew this action would give her a clear view of my pussy lips clearly outlined by the tight shorts. I looked again and Julie had a big smile on her face. She slowly moved one of her hands up her thigh as she bent over to stretch. I nearly moaned as I watched her hand pinch her cunt lips through the crotch of her shorts so that they protruded even more clearly.

Breathlessly I squatted down and slowly moved one of my pompoms up my firm thigh and began to slide the handle up and down the slit of my cunt. I looked Julie right in the eye as she licked her lips.

The whistle blew to start the game and I had to try and keep a level of normality even after what had happened between Julie and I. I adjusted my skirt again and as the game went on I was able to subtly flash Julie a few more times.

At one point I thought Julie’s mother, Helen, who was sitting in the front row caught me showing off my now wet pussy crotch to her daughter just before she hit an ace serve. I quickly covered but I found the thought of Julie’s mom looking at my cunt very exciting. As Julie got ready to serve I squatted with my pompoms at my side and open my legs wide. As Julie bounced the ball she took a long look at my pussy then I glanced up at Julie’s mom, and damn if she was looking directly between my legs instead of her daughter’s great serve.

I was beside myself with excitement. Everyone was watching the play but I was bound up in a lust I had never felt before. I reached down between my legs and pinched my cunt lips together for Helen just as Julie had done for me. Still staring at my cunt Helen uncrossed her legs under a very short skirt and I noticed she was wearing a tight thong that showed of her mommy slit. I gasped to see that like my crotch there was a large wet spot in the centre of Helene’s cunt lips. Helen took off her jacket and I licked my lips to see her large nipples protruding from her tight top. Like her daughter Helen wasnèt wearing a bra.

The next time Julie came up to serve I squatted again and I did gasp as Helen subtly pinched her nipples through her top as she rubbed her sexy legs together. When she opened her legs again, her thong was so wet it was nearly see through. It was obvious that Helen was clean shaven as well.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of Julie or her mother as Julie played a wonderful game, leading her team to a victory in straight games. The instant the game ended Helen walked onto the court and hugged her victorious daughter. I could feel my clit stiffen as I saw Helene’s slender fingers cup her daughters amazing ass.

Helen whispered something in Julie’s ear and the two of them looked at me and smiled. Hand in hand they walked over and Julie said, “Hey Lex can we give you a ride, Mom and I would love to celebrate. Don’t bother changing. I won’t either, let’s just grab out bags. What do you say? “

I was loving the way Julie and her mom were looking at me and all I could do was nod.
When we got to the car Helen asked me to sit in the front and throw my bad in the back. Julie jumped into the back but before she did she reached under my skirt and gave my ass a squeeze.

As soon as I got into the front seat of the SUV I noticed that Helen’s skirt had ridden up her thighs and there, close up was the crotch of her wet thong. The smell of sweat and sex permeated the inside of the car. As I put on my seat belt I turned and put my back to the locked door and spread my legs as Helen turned to shoulder check she looked directly at the crotch of my shorts and licked her lips.

So I have to stop at the all night drug store for a few things I hope that’s okay. Helen said.

Sure thing mom, I glanced in the back and noticed Julies fingers were gloving lightly overtop of the slit in the crotch of her shorts.

When we got out at the drug store I thought that anything was possible. I wanted to get my hands on Julies body and I didn’t care where I did it.

While Helen headed for cosmetics Julie took my hand and led me into the magazine alcove. It was somewhat secluded but there was a rather pregnant teen girl about our age flipping through Cosmo. She glanced up did a double take at Julie’s ass then turned her eyes back to the magazine.

Julie picked a SI swim suit issue off the rack and turned pushing her ass into my wet crotch. I had to push back hard and sighed to feel my wet pussy lips ride up the curve of Julie’s hard ass.

Slowly Julie began to rotate her hips as I humped forward…the sensation was remarkable. I wanted to pull down my shorts and begin humping my pussy on Julie’s perfect ass but there was the pregnant girl wearing white yoga pants that showed off her hump and her curvy ass and a tank top that revealed her puffy nipples and firm breasts.

Looking over Julie’s shoulder I caught the girl’s eyes as she looked over the top of her magazine. Her eyes showed curiosity, even lustful interest so I took a risk and slipped my hand around Julie’s waist and rubbed a few slow circles over her flat tummy lifting her top to reveal her tanned skin.

The pregnant girl’s eyes opened wider as Julie pushed back harder grinding her ass into my wet cunt. I couldn’t stand it anymore as Julie parted her legs I cupped my hand over the crotch of her skin tight shorts and rubbed the heal of my hand up and down her damp pussy lips. Then looking right at the pregnant girl I pinched Julies cunt lips together mashing the back and forth over my friends clit. Julie bit her lip and stifled a moan.

The pregnant girl dropped the magazine as Julie beckoned her over to us. Taking the girls hand Julie pulled her close and kissed her on the mouth. I sighed as I slipped my hand into Julie’s skin tight shorts and parted her soaked cunt lips. Immediately I slipped my middle finger inside Julie’s churning cunt just as she pushed her hand inside the pregnant girl’s white yoga pants.
I reached around and rolled the pregnant girl’s fat nipples between my fingers as I humped my cunt up and down Julie’s hot ass.

I loved the feel of Julie’s wet cunt but I removed my finger and fed the sticky wetness to the young pregnant girl as Julie pumped her fingers deep into her cunt.

On one level I couldn’t believe what was happening but I was so turned on I didn’t give a fuck where I was.

The pregnant girl hissed under her breath, Oh yeah pinch my clit fuck me oh my I am going to…..

The look on the pregnant girl’s face sparked my clit to jump against Julie’s ass and the three of us came at the same time…I filled my shorts with a stream of cum as Julie’s cunt convulsed spurted cum all over my hand Julie covered the pregnant girls mouth as she came hard soaking he crotch of her stretchy yoga pants I got down on my knees and buried my face in her wet pregnant crotch and pinched her cunt lips hard as she came again as I sucked her juices from the crotch of her pants.

Julie and I kissed the pregnant girl and then left her trembling in the magazine section as we went off to find Helen.

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Mom’s b-day and my heat.

Thank you for all your good comments, they are highly appreciated. This few stories have just been an introduction for the stories about to come. This is just my “background”, so to speak, and the best stories are yet to come. Remember, I’m the protagonist, mom is just the person that showed me the way.

Mom is the sexiest woman in the world. She is a man pleasing whore, and she is made to look that way. Her pimp Bill, makes her dress like a whore, and has been fucking her along with other men of his choosing. To top it of, she is fucked rough, and made to scream so everyone can hear her. Our neighbors have always known Bill is a stripclub owner and a pimp, that added with the way mom dressed, and her loud screaming, everyone know she was a whore. Our male neighbors lusted after her, and some were part of mom’s client list.

Many women might have been unhappy with working at a stripclub and being whored out, but mom was always happy. She always had a smile on her face, and seemed to enjoy her lifestyle. We had everything we wanted. She always had money, our bills were paid for, mom had a new car, and though it may have not seen that way sometimes, Bill seemed to really like her. He didn’t live with us, but spent alot of time at our house. He did have other girls, but he was with us at least 4 days out of the week. He would constantly take us shopping, and buy us really expensive things. Sometimes, he would even take the time to take us to buy groceries. Mom had to dress the way he wanted of course, and he got off on watching men lust after her. He made a good number of clients by showing off my mom. In one of those trips, he was good on his word, and bought me a computer. My mom wasn’t sure it was a good idea, but Bill insisted it would be good for school.

My mom’s 20th birthday came around, and our grandma and came over to our house and brought mom a cake. Bill showed up with various girfts, including a gold wacth and neckalce. He invited us all to eat, and we went to this fancy reastaurant. Bill said he invited a couple of friends over to our house to celebrate, and we would have a poopl party.

That evening, a couple of Bill’s friends and our neighbor’s started showing up. As always, I bathed with mom, and helped her get ready. Bill made her put on a small thong bikini, and a small top that barely covered her big breasts. Mom invited some of her stripper friends also, who showed up in small thongs bikinis also, but I thought mom was the hottest. That night most of the girls bathed in the pool, while most of the men stood there watching. My mom sent me to bed, but Bill told me; “stay awake and watch from your window, I have something real special for your mom”.
I looked through my window for a while and saw much of the same things going on. There were about 5 women and 9 men by that time gathered outside. Bill announced to the guests that it was time to make her feel special. The girls in the pool gathered around my mom and all started groping her. She had hands on her breasts, her legs, ass, neck, back. Mom seemed to want to pull away at first, but Bill told her,”be a good slut, this is the warmup.” The girls groped her than started kissing her body. All the men’s eyes were lusting after my mom. The girls took off mom’s clothes and brought her to the side of the pool. They lifted her off the pool and continued with their groping and kissing. She had one girl sucking on each breast, one eating at her ass from behind, and one eating at her pussy from the front. One girl held mom’s hands behind her back, and eveyone watched as the girls just ate her up. She had hands and mouths all over, and seemed to be overwhelmed in pleasure. One of the girls sucking on her tits yelled out to the crowd, “She has milk coming out”. All the men immediately cheered and lined up to eat at her. The women were quickly replaced by men, and they seemed to squeeze at her tits for milk while they sucked on them. Mom was screaming in pleasure, and I could not take my eyes off her. As I watched from the window of my room from above, I felt hot, I started feeling sensations I had never felt, I felt wet, I started touching myself. My mom seemed to shiver and scream over and over again. All the men took tuns sucking on her. They kneeled her down and bent her over. The men got in two lines, in front and behind her. They shoved their dicks into her mouth and facefcuked her. They gripped her hair and made their pelvis meet with my mom’s face as she seemed to be leaving a puddle of spit under her. The line behind her took their opening her buttcheecks with their hands, and shoved their own faces deep into mom’s ass. Once they had their turn, they started fucking her doggy style. She was getting fucked hard, and as the men were about to cum, they ran in front of her, and shot into her open mouth from the outside. When they finished, they would fuck her face a bit then pull back off. That was the first time I saw men shooting cum. Each men had their turn at my mom, they all fucked her hard and fast, and pulled out to cum in her mouth. Some of the men did it twice, and one 3 times. Eventually, they all finished, and I noticed Bill was walking around her with a camera. He handed it off to one of the girls and said,”now for the assfucking”. He facefucked her for a little bit than got behind her and started thrusting his hips at her ass. She screamed loudly and her breasts swayed heavily back and forth underneath her. He spanked her making loud banging sounds, that would contrast with mom’s screaming. After a few minutes of this, he pulled out from behind and facefucked my mom. Bill shivered and came inside her mouth. He told mom to open her mouth and pointed the camera at her mouth. He told her to swallow it, which she obeyed. The rest of the girls gathered around her and kissed her. They layed mom on her back and spread her legs. They kissed her lips, sucked her breasts, and ate her out. They each took a turn eating her and making her cum. Bill kept recording everything, and by the time the last girl made mom cum, my mom couldn’t get up. I felt completely soaked, and hot. I saw my grandma walk into my line of sight and help my mom get up. I didn’t remember grandma was there. She took mom inside and came out minutes later, my mom in her bikini, thanking all the guests for such a good time. The guests left soon after, along with my grandma. I was so hot I could not sleep, i touched myself thinking of my mom, and my heat would not go down. I kept wanting to be my mom more and more.

The next morning, mom went to my room and saw me awake. She asked if I wanted to bathe, which I agreed to of course. We took off our clothes, and I noticed her knees and butt were bruised. Her breasts also seemed swollen. I started feeling hot again. We jumped in the bathtub and mom asked,”did you sleep good last night”.
I said,”not at first, there was alot of noise outside”
Mom turned red, and started rubbing soap on her body. I couldn’t help myself staring at her breast, they looked bigger than before, she had pink nipples that were really erect, and her breast seemed so full. I swear I could smell milk inside of them. I kept getting hotter and hotter. Mom saw me staring at her breasts and smiled. She turned her back towards me and leaned back towards me.
Mom,”help me put soap on my back”.
I grabbed the soap and started caressing her back.
Mom,”what did you hear last night?”.
Me,”not much, I did hear some screaming though, that was it.”
Mom,”did you look to see what was going on?”.
Me,”No.”
Mom,”I’m tired from last night, can you massage my back please”.
I started rubbing her back, I started feeling hotter as I felt her skin.she leaned back against me as I massaged her shoulders. Her head layed in my chest, and I could see her huge boobs which stuck out of the water. I noticed they looked bruised also, completely swollen.
Me,”did you have fun last night”.
She smiled and said,”oh yeah, it was my favorite birthday”.
My mom closed her eyes as she layed her head in my chest and said,” your doing it real good”.
I continued massaging her, and I kept staring at her big tits, feeling hotter and hotter. I slowly made my way down towards them, creeping slowly as to make it part of the massage. I rubbed the part right above them, and on the sides.
Mom,”that feels so good, keep going”.
I reached to the part under her breasts and gently cupped them as I came back up.
Mom,”yeah, right there, my boobs are sore.”
I felt hotter than ever, and kept massagin her breasts. I caressed their perfection, and would squeeze gently, feeling every inch of them. As I squeesed, I could smell her milk, and started seeing how her nipples grew bigger and bigger, and white milk drops started coming out. My mom seemed to almost moan, and would tell me to keep going. She seemed to get closer and closer to screaming like she did when she got fucked.
Mom,”you probably don’t remember, but I loved breastfeeding you, I felt so close to you, and you were always hungry for me. I felt so good to have you so close. I wish it never stopped. All this time, it seems like a buildup inside me that hurts my breasts. That’s why it feels so good to have you massage me there.”
I continued massaging and squeezing, and I felt hotter and hotter.
Mom,”Can I feed you again, I want to have that feeling again.”
I knew I wanted it, but didn’t know what to say. Mom fell silent for a bit and I responded, “ok”.
Mom, “come here”.
She turned around and leaned back against the tub, pulling my head to her breasts. I grabbed them and put my mouth on her nipples. I could see the milk coming out of her before I put my lips on them. I felt her warm milk in my mouth, it tasted so good, it felt amazing to be sucking her. I closed my eyes and swallowed her sweet liquid full of texture, going back and forth in between each of her breasts, not wanting to waste a drop. I felt her hand slide underneath and she started touching herself. She moaned the same way she did the prior night. Her body shivered and I kept getting hotter and felt coming out of me. She screamed in pleasure, and orgasmed as I sucked her.
Mom,”That felt so good, I love you baby.”
Me, “I love you too mom”.
Mom,”I want to show you something, follow me”.
We got up and she took me to my bed.
Mom,”im gonna show you how to feel good”.
She layed me on my back and opened my legs. I was already wet, and imagined myseld being her the night before. She started touching my clit in a circular motion, causing an immediate sensation of pleasure. Thoughts of her being fucked came to my mind, I was moaning immediately.
Mom,”see how good that feels, feels how I do it”.
Me,”yeah”.
She continued closing her mouth to my clit, and blowing her moist breath. She started licking me gently, and carressing my inner thighs and pussy lips. My mind was racing with thoughts of her, and could not contain myself. My mom continued switching from her fingers to her mouth, until I felt an explosion in my pussy. She licked me clean. I lay there feeling shocked and amazing. I could not believe it felt so good. Mom got up and said, “practice doing what I did with your fingers, and you pleasure yourself whenever you want. It will be our little secret.” She left me there, tired, the heat finally gone, and more in love with mom than ever. I slept the whole day

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A younger and older lesbian lovers spend an early morning together.

“Madison.”

I groan and push my face deeper into the warmth of the pillow. Hands run up and down my arms slowly bringing me out of my dreamy trance.

“Maddie.”

Kayla says in a sing song voice. I sigh and finally roll over and see my beautiful black goddess with her head propped up on her elbow and smiling at me. Her curly black hair was cascading around her shoulders and her brown eyes looking at me lovingly. I smile back and cover my eyes with my hand.

“Oh god. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to waking up to your “morning person” smile.”

She laughs and kisses my cheek. I move my hand from my eyes and she kisses me lightly.

“Good morning to you too.”

I smile and kiss her.

“Good morning gorgeous.”

She sighs and moves her hand to my opposite hip.

“You have to getup and I was going to make breakfast. Are you okay with eggs and bacon?”

I groan and fling my arm around her waist. I pull her closer to me and bury my face in her bountiful chest, which was bigger and fuller than my small b-cups.

“Will there be coffee?”

I mumble against the sweet chocolate colored skin of chest. She chuckles and nods her head as she runs her hands up and down my back.

“Yes, there will be coffee Maddie.”

I smile and kiss her skin.

“I knew I loved you for some reason.”

She chuckles and kisses the top of my head then smacks my ass. I gasp and jump. Effectively waking me up with a real…jolt.

“Get your butt outta bed lazy ass.”

She smirks smugly. I glare up at her and roll over to straddle her stomach. She smiles up at me.

“What happened to my usual good morning kisses and make outs? Huh? Why are you so content on me getting up and leaving?”

I smirk down at her. A look of panic crosses her face as she tries to reassure me.

“No-oh god. No, Mads you know I want you too stay. I really really do.”

She strains the word “really” and uses my nickname. I had to get up very early to go back to my college campus and attend my first of many classes today. She was already out of college and had a successfull career as a CEO in one of those big brand name businesses. She barely had days off and begged me to spend the day with her today. We had a small fight after I told her that college was more important. It had come out wrong. I had been with Kayla for 2 years now. Nothing was more important than her but I couldn’t afford to miss my classes. We eventually hashed everything out and had amazing make up sex with a lot of rough fucking. But maybe I can afford to miss one day…They can send all of my work to my dorm. I smile and I lean down to her and kiss her lightly.

“Hmm…your off today, right?”

She kisses me back.

“Mhmm.”

She mumbles against my lips. I wiggle my ass, knowing she loves my firm ass very much. She groans and uses my ass to pull my body closer to her. I kiss her again.

“What if I call in sick? I can request to send all of my homework to my my dorm room.”

I kiss her again but she pulls away with bright eyes and the cutest smile ever.

“Yeah? You’d do that?”

I smile and nod my head and kiss her softly.

“With one condition.”

I say with a smirk. She raises her eyebrows expectantly and I grab the hem of my tank top and pull it over my head. I toss it to the side and lean down to kiss her again. She lets out a surprised moan and I break the kiss to sit up and start to unbutton her blue pin stripped pajama shirt. Her breathing gets faster and she moves her hands to my thighs and runs her fingers across my skin.

“And what condition is that?”

She says breathily. I pull the collar of her shirt until she is sitting up and pull the shirt down her tone arms and kiss her lightly. I reach behind me and pull down her shorts as far as I can and she wiggles them the rest of the way down to be lost in the sheets. I whisper against her plump lips.

“You must, I repeat, must give me a proper good morning. Not-negotiable.”

She smiles and I kiss her quickly and toss her shirt to the floor.

“I think I can do that.”

She wraps her arm around my slim waist and flips us over so she is on top. I giggle and she grabs my shorts and pulls them down my legs along with my panties. She moves on top of me and kisses me softly. I moan and kiss her back. Our kiss soon turns passionate and her hand moves in between us. She smiles and moans softly as she touches my pussy. Which from waking up next to my gorgeous girlfriend and remembering the hot, hot, hot details of last night and the arousing anticts of this morning, was extremly wet with my arousal coating my pink pussy lips.

“God, your so wet.”

She mumbles against my lips. I moan and thrust up to her hand, making her palm rub against my clit and making me moan louder.

“Oh god. You make me so wet baby.”

She smiles as leans down and kisses along my jaw as she teases my entrance with two fingers. I whimper and she slides her fingers deep inside of me. I let out a shiver and groan in pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes…y-you feel so good Kayla.”

She moans softly and kisses down my neck. She pumps into me faster and I moan.

“Harder…Harder, please.”

She smiles and puts her strong thigh behind her thrust. Now successfully thrusting harder, faster and deeper. Every thrust making me moan louder. I arch my back and grab her tight ass. She moans and nibbles on the skin of my neck. I pull her in closer to me by her ass and her fingers go deeper than before. I moan loudly and my eyes roll back in my head.

“Oh god.”

She moves up to my ear and nibbles on the soft flesh of my ear lobe.

“Look at me.”

She whispers sweetly. I was moving drastically towards the edge with every thrust. Her words flying right over my head. She tries again.

“Look at me, beautiful.”

My blue eyes flutter open to meet her brown ones. She kisses me lightly.

“I love you…”

A small smile spreads across my lips and my orgasm crashes down on me. I let out a squeak and bury my head in her shoulder. My nails digging into her skin as my body is rocked with my huge orgasm. I shake and quiver. She holds me and kisses my neck and bites the tender skin. I slowly come down from my high and move my hands up her back. I sigh and leave a feathery kiss on her shoulder. She lifts her head and smiles at me.

“Was that a good enough good morning for my gorgeous girlfriend?”

I swallow and press my lips together, nodding my head.

“Mhmm…you…you did great babe…very very great.”

I say breathlessly. She smiles and sits back on her heels.

“I’m going to go make breakfast. Unless you want to sleep some more since it is 6:30 in the morning.”

I smile and shake my head.

“I couldn’t go to sleep even if I tried. Not after that.”

She smiles and moves off the bed. She grabs her shirt and starts to button it back up as I lay on my side and watch her. She throws her hair up into one of her sexy ponytails. I give her a serious look.

“Your hot.”

She looks at me and smiles. She leans over to me and kisses me lightly.

“Your hot.”

I smile and watch her sway her ass downstairs. I get up and quickly take a shower. Once I was finished I quickly pull my tank top and shorts back on. I walk downstairs to meet the smell of bacon. I smile as I see Kayla in the kitchen. She was dancing and had on only panties and her button up pajama shirt, with a few of the top buttons undone showing the tops of her gorgeous breasts. Yeah, that’s my girl. She’s been doing this since day one. Couldn’t have asked for it any other way. I take off my shorts and toss it on the steps, matching her outfit except for the shirt. I sneak up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. I see her smile and hear her moan as I kiss her neck.

“You look so sexy in your panties and shirt.”

I whisper into her ear. She chuckles and wiggles her ass on my crotch, making me moan softly and igniting a fire in my center.

“Thank you.”

I move my hands up and start to unbutton her shirt, looking over her shoulder to get a sneak peek of the breasts I so desperatley love but she stops me halfway.

“Ah ah ah. We’re eating first.”

I smile and continue to unbutton her shirt.

“Exactly.”

She lets me finish unbuttoning her shirt as she tries to figure out my hidden meaning. When I finish unbuttoning her shirt I reach in front of her and move the skillet to a cool hot plate and turn off the stove.

“Wha-Madison!”

She squeals as I turn her around and pick her up by her ass. She was definetly stronger then me but I was still strong enough to pick her up. She locks her heels behind my back and her hands grasp the back of my neck.

“What are you doing?”

She says in a surprised voice. I walk over to the dining room table and lay her down. I spread her legs and sit down in the chair between her legs. I smirk up at her as she props herself up on her elbows.

“Eating my breakfast.”

She opens her mouth to say something but a moan comes out instead. I had pulled the gusset of her panties to the side and started to flick her clit hidden in between her beautiful black pussy lips.

“Oh fuck…yes, fuck yes.”

I smile internally and suck on her clit. Her hips buck up into my face and her hand moves down to clench in my hair. She pulls me closer into her wetness. I moan and the vibrations transfer down to her clit and she moans again. I touch the tip of my tongue to her clit and her hips jerk towards my tongue.

“God Mads, your driving me c-crazy.”

I moan and suck her clit lightly before pulling away and quickly pulling her panties down her legs and tossing them somewhere behind me. I go back down on her and shove two fingers into her wet pussy. She squeals and arches her back with pleasure as I start my motions hard and fast. I was hungry and loving the taste of her as always, which meant fast, rough, mind blowing cunt munching on our dinning room table at 6:50 in the morning. Neither participants objecting to the antics. Wanting to see her face I glance up at her and moan as she does, in fact have her “fuck me till I pass out” face on. Which has occasionally happened on the most special days of our lives; my birthday, our one year anniversery, our two year anniversery, her birthday, and the day she got the job as CEO. Her teeth biting down hard on her lucious lip and her eyes tightly closed and her brow furrowed in deep concentration of her appending orgasm, or rather orgasms. She lets out almost a roar of pleasure and throws her legs over my shoulders and uses the hand in my hair to hold my mouth to her clit as she bucks her hips on my fingers and mouth. Both currently dripping of her arousal. I moan and suck harder. She moans loudly.

“Don’t stop! Oh Fuck don’t stop baby! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

I groan into her wetness as I hear her words. As if she had to ask me not to stop. I let out a small giggle as I make a personal note to make her scream for me to stop. I reach up to her with my free hand and cup her beautiful breast with a soft palm but rough fingers, tugging and twisting at the small sensitive nub of dark flesh. I feel her start to quiver and her muscles tighten around my fingers. She was close and bucks harder into my face. Once she reaches her orgasm she lets out an animalistic cry and her back arches off the table. Her legs trembling as she reaches down with her other hand to tug at my brown straight hair. I groan from the slight pain of my hair being pulled and the aching in my jaw and burn in my arm. I continue to suck and fuck her through her orgasm, successfully sending her into another orgasm. I finally slow down my motions and ease my fingers out of her when she begs for me to stop. I pull my mouth slightly far away, at least enough that her fingers still tangled in my hair but now laying limply on my head will allow. I softly kiss her thigh as I wait for her to come down from cloud 9. Once I here her breathing go back to normal and feel her fingers slide from my hair I move her legs from my shoulders and climb on top of the table. I lay down on her side and trace my finger in circles on her stomach. She gulps hard and takes a deep breath.

“I fucking love you.”

She says softly. I smile and snuggle closer to her.

“I love fucking you.”

I say with a sly smile. She wraps her arm around my back and let’s her hand rest on my hip. I sigh and look up to her. She had her eyes closed and her lips were parted with a beautiful and hazy smile. We eventually get up and she puts on her panties that had ended up ontop of our mirror in the dinning room. I had watched her as she gracefully stood on the balls of her feet to reach the panties. Groaning quietly as her shirt raises enough to show her sexy ass. She eventually starts to button her shirt but I stop her. I move closer to her and wrap my arms around her waist inside the shirt.

“How about you leave that open? We have all day to do whatever we want and I have a couple of ideas that involve you not wearing a shirt.”

She smiles and kisses me lightly.

“Oh, do you?”

I kiss her softly and smile into the kiss as she kisses me harder.

“Mhmm.”

I mumble against her lips. She breaks the kiss and smiles.

“Well…I’m starving and your the only one that “ate” this morning.”

She says the word ate with air quotes. I laugh and nod my head.

“Then I guess we should go eat then.”

She puts the eggs and bacon on two plates and we sit down. She makes conversation about my classes and she continuously tells me to stop staring at her breasts. Which is completely hopeless and she knows it because she eventually lets me continue staring. She wears a smirk the entire time my eyes linger all across her chest. She gets up and takes my plate when I’m done and I watch her ass sway to the kitchen. She turns around and smiles when I blush from being caught looking at her ass. She walks back to me and throws a leg over my legs and sits on my lap. I smile and put my hands on her hips.

“What would you say to a good old fashioned lap dance?”

I laugh.

“I’d say we need some music.”

She smiles and nods her head, embarassed.

“Right. I forgot. One second.”

She gets off of my lap and turns on a song with a slow beat then comes back to me. She gets in her position again and grabs the back of my chair for support. I put my hands on her hips as she starts to move her ass over my crotch. I groan and slide my hands down to her ass.

“Fuck baby.”

I whisper as I spread my legs a little to feel her more when she grinds down on me. I move my hands up her sides to her shoulders, brushing my thumbs across her erect nipples and pull her shirt down. She moves her hands off of the chair and assists on removing her shirt. My breathing gets faster as I reach down to her ass and press her harder into me. She lets out a soft moan as her heated core presses against my hip. I tilt my head up enough to take one of her breasts in my mouth. She smiles and moans.

“Th-This isn’t a lap dance anymore…is it?”

I smile and switch to her other breast and lightly scrape my teeth over the sensitive flesh, making her gasp at the sensation.

“Oh baby, it was never really a lap dance.”

She lets out a small laugh then moans as she grinds harder into me. Not wanting to wait any longer, I use her hips to push her back and she whimpers at the loss of contact. I smirk and quickly push my hand past her waistband and into her soft wetness. She lets out a deep growl as I rub her clit.

“Ride me baby.”

She moans and leans down to kiss me hard. I moan and slip my tongue in her mouth as she starts to frantically grind into my hand. She moans and I move my fingers with her thrust. She moans into my mouth and caresses my tongue with hers. Her thrusts get more needy and she breaks the kiss to get her lungs full of air. Her hands grab onto the chair again and I look down at my hand moving in her panties and moan. I look up at her. Her lips parted and her eyes shut tight. She moans out again and whimpers. She was close and I know that’s my cue to start telling her exactly what she wants to hear.

“You are so hot baby.”

She gasps and moans deeply. I lean forward and kiss her neck softly.

“God, your gorgeous when you ride my fingers…I want you to cum.”

She moans and let’s a small smirk spread on her lips.

“I want to cum.”

She moans and rest her forehead against mine. I smile and take a harder jab at her clit and she gasps.

“Don’t be a smart ass. I know you want to cum. I feel that you want to cum. Your so fucking wet Kayla.”

She moans and nods her head.

“I’m close baby.”

I nibble on her bottom lip then soothe the bites with my tongue. She whimpers and I feel her body start to tense. She was on the edge.

“Cum Kayla. Please cum. Cum for me, I need to see you cum for me. I need it.”

I say pleadingly. Her back arches against my body and she moans.

“Oh god. Oh god…ahh…Maddie.”

I smile and kiss her neck as she screams my name. She trembles on my lap and I hold her close. God, that will never get old. She tries to come down from her high as I tilt my head up and kiss her softly. She moans and releases her iron grip on the chair to cup my face gently. She eventually has to pull away and fill her oxygen deprived lungs with panting breathes. I slide my hand out of her panties and move them to her hips. I smile as I look at her neck. She had a barrage of hickies on her neck from last night and this morning. I smile at the memory. I love marking her. Everyone can see that she’s mine. Grant it, I keep them out of sight. Most of them. I move a hand to her neck and lightly trace the bruises.

“You have so many hickies-like almost 10.”

She looks down at me with a far away look on her face.

“I what?”

I smile and look at her neck.

“Hickies baby, hickies. Everywhere.”

She groans and gets up and walks over to a mirror to examine her neck. She pouts when she gets there.

“Babe, I thought we agreed to not give hickies in visible places. I have to go into work tomorrow. Everyone will see this.”

I sigh and stand up and walk behind her.

“Its nothing a little make up can’t fix. I promise babe. Half of them will be gone by tomorrow.”

She glares at me through the mirror.

“Liar. You bite too hard for them to be gone in a day.”

I smile knowingly and she grunts and rolls her eyes at my smugness. I grab her hips and kiss her neck. I look at her innocently through my eye lashes.

“I’m sorry Kayla. Forgive me?”

I bat my eye lashes and she smiles brightly.

“Your forgiven.”

I smile victoriously.

“Only if you let me have my way with you.”

She whispers. I look up to her eyes as my smile fades and everything turns serious. I nod my head once and she turns around to face me. She cups my face in her hands and I close my eyes at the feel of her warm soft skin on mine. I feel her move closer and lean towards me. I wait patiently for her lips to touch mine but she stays stuck in her position. I start to say her name.

“Kay-“

She cuts me off with a hard and passionate kiss. I moan softly and return the kiss. I grip her waist and press her closer to me. She moves forward and we stumble into the living room and she pushes me onto the couch. She straddles my hips and kisses me again. I moan and reach up to cup and squeeze her breasts. She smiles and grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls up, making me pull my hands away from her body. She throws my shirt behind her and my hands immediately move to her skin. I grab her ass and remember that she still has her panties on. I start to pull down her panties but she was already getting off the couch to take off mine. Once they are off she drops them and quickly takes off her own panties. I bite my lip and move my hand in between my legs and starts to rub myself as I wait for her because I know it turns her on. She sees me rubbing myself and moans deeply, almost a growl of desire. I smirk and rub faster, moaning at the friction on my clit but she grabs my hand and gets in between my legs. She leans on an arm by my side and brings my fingers up to her mouth.

“That’s my job.”

She whispers before she takes one of my fingers in her mouth. I let out a soft moan as her long tongue swirls around my finger. She moves to the next finger and continues her teasing rhythm. I swallow and use my other hand to slip my fingers into her hair and pull her into a kiss. She pulls my fingers out of her mouth and kisses me hungrily. I moan into her mouth and she slips her tongue between my lips to explore my mouth. I feel the soft touch of her fingers on my thigh motioning me to spread my legs further and I do. She breaks the kiss and latches her mouth to my neck. I moan and smile as she bites on the tender skin, undoubtedly leaving a mark. Then again and again, slowly moving down my throat leaving a path of hickies in her wake. She reaches my breasts and I gasp as she leaves a mark on the top of my breast. I feel her smile against my skin and move lower to mark the sensitive flesh on the underside of my breast. Making me gasp and jump at the sensation of her teeth biting my skin. She soothes the pain with the warm wet touch of her tongue and I moan as she finally stops biting and just trails her tongue down my stomach. She reaches my pussy and I bite my lip in anticipation. I feel her blow hot air on my pussy lips and my hips twitch up to find friction. She leans forward and starts to work her tongue across my clit. I moan loudly and arch my back. She works faster and faster. I moan again and move a hand to her head. I guess she was in no mood for more teasing and I thanked god that she wasn’t because my body was aching for release and my arousal was dripping down to the couch. I was soon on the edge with my right leg thrown across the back of the couch and my hand tightly gripping the cushions. I was panting and moaning uncontrollably.

“Oh god, Kayla! Don’t stop! Fuck me baby!”

I get pushed over the edge into my climax and arch my back. I move a hand down to her head and push myself onto her face. I buck my pussy into her face, riding out my massive orgasm. I finally relax back onto the couch and let my hand move from her head. She pulls away and kisses my thigh softly. She sits back and moves the leg that was on the back of the couch back to the seat cushions and lays down next to me on the inside of the couch. I sigh and roll over so I’m facing her. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer. She grabs a blanket and pulls it over us. I close my eyes and let her old me. After a few minutes she whispers to me.

“Thank you.”

I was honestly so exhausted I had started to drift off into a state of sleep yet awakeness. I mumble.

“Hmm?”

She starts to move her fingers up and down my back. Effectively pushing me deeper into sleep.

“Thank you for staying with me today.”

I smile and use her chest as a pillow.

“I love you Kayla. I’m glad I stayed home. I’m sorry. I’m about to fall asleep on you.”

She smiles and pushes back hair from my face.

“I love you too Maddie. You can fall asleep baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

I smile and fall asleep in her arms. Listening to her heart beat and dreaming of her. Yeah, I’m glad I stayed home.

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Justin and Sam have to find a way back to their own reality and deal with the crazy version of his little sister!

Time Manipulation Mind Control

Chapter Sixteen: Sister’s Naughty Twin

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Crystal Sampson

I was getting bored. I hated being bored. I stared at the door and growled in annoyance. It defied me. I don’t know how my asshole of a brother escaped his imprisonment. I would see that that damn Salome was punished with him for helping him escape. How dare they both disobey me!

I hated waiting. Where were those damned baseball bats to batter down the door? I was so tense.

“Ji-Yun! Aurora!” I snapped, staring at my cadre of slaves. I had so many of them. Hordes of schoolgirls and women were so in love with me they would fight to help me punish all the filthy, disgusting men.

Like my father… I would never, ever let that bastard rut atop me again.

“Yes, my Queen?” Ji-Yun and Aurora said, the girls stepping up before me.

Each was so different from the other. Aurora was a blonde, green-eyed beauty with all the perkiness of a college cheerleader. Ji-Yun was shy and quiet, a slender, Korean willow with silky-black hair and budding breasts just like my own.

“Ji-Yun, eat my pussy!” I hissed. “Aurora, my asshole!”

“Yes, my Queen!” they moaned together, lust flashing across their faces. They were both so eager to please me. I had made them all my lesbian whores.

When I found Justin, I’d make sure all that nasty, filthy lust was wrung out of him.

“Daddy just needs you to drain all his lust out of his balls, Crystal,” echoed through my mind right before that bastard’s filthy cock ripped through my virginity. “Daddy just has too much cum in his balls. He just needs his little angel to drain them.”

Ji-Yun’s soothing tongue lapping through my folds, banish those dark memories. I groaned, grinding my pussy against her wonderful mouth. Her hands gripped my thighs while her slanted, dark eyes stared up at me in worship. I gripped my small breasts, squeezing them as I enjoyed her sapphic touch.

Then Aurora parted my butt-cheeks. The blonde cheerleader, one of the three girls my jackass brother drooled over, nuzzled into my crack. Her tongue flicked up my taint and brushed my sphincter. My puckered asshole clenched at the hot contact of her tongue. She rimmed around my anal ring, caressing me, teasing me.

So long as I had my lesbian slaves, I never had to think of him ever again. My loving slaves soothed away all the bad memories, their tongues pleasing me. My small breasts jiggled as I quivered in delight. I pinched my nipples, twisting them, shooting delight down to my pussy.

Aurora’s tongue swirled faster around my asshole. Her fingers clenched into my butt-cheek, massaging my rump as she caressed my backdoor. She was so loving. She pressed that wet tongue against my sphincter. My anal ring stretched and widened as she pushed forward.

Her tongue slipped into my bowels.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “That’s how you worship your Queen! You feast on her! You love her!”

Girls rushed by hefting baseball bats. I grinned as they went to work on the door, slamming into it hard. I quivered, knowing my asshole brother and his nerdy, whore friend were in there. Salome would pay worse than Justin. She had submitted to his filthy lust. I just knew it. She somehow became addicted to cocks. I thought I had freed her from that.

Freed them all.

Ji-Yun’s nimble tongue penetrated my pussy. She swirled around inside of me, circling counterclockwise while Aurora went clockwise in my asshole. I shuddered, loving the contrast in delight. The silky and velvety caresses melted together into building bliss.

I pinched my nipples harder, my black hair falling loosely about my shoulders, caressing them as I shuddered. I smeared my cunt across Ji-Yun’s face while Aurora fucked her tongue in and out of my asshole.

My orgasm built faster and faster. Ji-Yun’s hand stroked my thighs while her nose nuzzled into my clit. Little sparks burst from my bud, my cunt and asshole clamping down on both my sex slave’s tongues. It was such a delight. Such a treat to experience.

BANG!

BANG!

The beating, pummeling sounds of the girls hammering at the door punctuated the rapture building in me. I trembled as my sex slaves worshiped me. Their tongues stirred me up. They knew just how to please me. Just how to soothe away all my pain.

“Yes, yes, make me cum!” I howled.

“Make your Queen cum, sluts!” hissed Brittany as she stood by the door, watching the girls battering it down. “Make our Queen explode on your naughty tongues! Eat her fanny and her arse!”

I could hear the envy in Brittany’s voice. The English slut wanted to be eating me. Rimming me. Loving me.

I had such power. I would change the entire world. I didn’t know why the government was dumb enough to turn on that stupid machine last week, but I would use the power they gave me. I would remake everything. I would burn this world down and replace it with something better. I threw my arms up into the air as my orgasm swelled in me. Out of the ashes would rise my sapphic paradise.

I exploded on my slaves’ tongues.

My orgasm surged through me. My pussy convulsed around Ji-Yun’s thrusting tongue. My asshole spasmed around Aurora’s tongue as she swirled it through my bowels’ depths. I shuddered, my fingers pinching my nipples.

“You fucking wonderful sluts, yes!” I moaned. “You’re my lezzie slaves. Worship me!”

“We do, my Queen!” all the girls moaned in the hallway, even the ones slamming baseball bats into the heavy door.

I drank in the bliss. My power. I was making this world a better place. We would drain all the lust from the boys. Then they would be docile. They wouldn’t ever hurt any of us again. My fingers pinched my hard nipples, tugging at them as my ecstasy carried me to the plateaus of rapture.

I hung there.

A phone rang.

“Shit, my phone, my Queen!” gasped Aurora. She pulled her face from between my butt-cheeks and scrambled to pick up her smartphone she’d left on the floor. She scooped it up, listening to the other end.

I glanced behind me and witnessed a puzzled expression crossing her face.

“What?” I snapped, my body shuddering. “Has something gone wrong with the offensive? Are those filthy men still holding out by the mall?”

Aurora stared up at me in shock. “Your brother and father are still in their chains. Rebecca just checked it out.”

“No, we all saw my brother run down this hallway. He has to be in that classroom with that traitorous bitch. There’s nowhere else for him to go!”

Aurora rose. “Rebecca says she’s staring at your brother right now. He’s still chained up.”

What was going on?

“Ji-Yun, with me. Aurora, batter down the door and capture whoever is in there. I’m going to figure out what the hell is going on!”

Aurora nodded, murmuring, “Yes, my Queen.”

Ji-Yun rose, licking her pussy-stained lips as I whirled and marched down the hallway. The Korean slave fell in a step behind me. She was my favorite of all the schoolgirls I owned. She used to be my friend, but I didn’t need friends now. I just needed to be obeyed. I marched with an imperial step, my firm tits jiggling. I didn’t run, even though I wanted to. I strolled past our college’s trophy case.

That needed to be removed. There were boys’ achievements in there.

We rounded the corner and then passed the stairs that led down towards the first floor. I marched swiftly, my feet ringing and… There was something off. I couldn’t quite place it. The hallways looked just a little different. I felt like someone had rearranged everything while I was gone. Like I’d entered my room and discovered that someone had shifted every object over by an inch or two. Enough to make my brain know something was wrong without me being able to spot it.

“Slave, is something… wrong about this hallway?”

“I… I think so, my Queen.”

We rounded another corner and… There was no one guarding the doors to the classroom holding my brother and my filthy, despicable father. “I thought Rebecca was here!” I snarled, marching down the hallway. “That she was looking at him. Where is she?”

“I don’t know, my Queen!” Ji-Yun said, a slight cringe to her voice.

My fists balled tight. I reached the door that should be holding my brother. I yanked it open and—

It was full of desks. It was set up like the classrooms were before I took over. There were no chains bolted to the walls. Justin may have escaped, but he couldn’t unbolt his restraints from the wall. He couldn’t have put the desks back into place. They were removed from the building.

The world spun around me. This strange, dizzying sense of vertigo hit me.

“Ji-Yun!” I gasped, seizing her to steady my spinning universe. “You’re still my slave, right?” This wasn’t all a dream. I didn’t just… wake up?

“Of course. I am your devoted slave, my Queen. What is going on? Where are the chains?”

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Justin Sampson

Sam started to ride my still-hard cock again. She worked her cum-filled pussy up and down my shaft. What choice did she have? She had to maintain the ruse that she was here to dominate me. That she was here to drain my balls of all my cum. All my filthy lust. That was what the crazy girls in this parallel reality believed. They were led by my alternate-version of my little sister.

The Krystal of this world had gone mad. She thought men were evil. She was causing problems. Outside the college grounds, there was fighting. Smoke rose on the horizon. Gunshots echoed. The boys were rounded up and forced to have their cocks drained by the girls who were all brainwashed into being lesbians. Those girls mechanically rode up and down the boys’ cocks to empty their balls of all their cum.

They seemed to think a guy only produced a finite amount or something.

Sam and I were trying to sneak back to the opening that led to our world. Upstairs was a rift that led back to our universe and away from this insane one. We were almost there when we stumbled across Petra and Melissa. It was Sam’s idea to pretend that I was chained up, like the other boys in this mad universe. That she was draining my balls of their “lusts” to pacify me.

She’d sacrificed her virginity to maintain the ruse.

But now Petra—not the Petra who was my sex slave from our reality, but the messed-up version from this one—was groping Sam from behind. She wanted Sam to keep fucking me until my balls were empty. Thanks to the gravitons feeding me from the NSA’s screwed-up experiment, Project KRONOS, I had unlimited sexual stamina.

So that was happening. And we were wasting time. If the evil version of my sister got through that door and realized Sam and I jumped out the window…

Watching us was Melissa, the Black girl rubbing her pussy as she urged Sam to keep riding me. “That’s it. Be a slut and work that cunt up and down his dick,” Melissa moaned. “Make him cum again and again! Subdue his perverse passions! Tame him with that cunt!”

I had to act. The power lurked inside of me. I glanced at Sam, catching her eyes as she worked her deflowered pussy up and down my dick. Pleasure rippled through me, her snatch feeling incredible. A perverse part of me wanted to let her keep riding me. To keep enjoying her sweet snatch caressing my cock.

Sam nodded her head, mouthed, “Now.”

I ripped my hands-free of the manacles. Sam hadn’t locked them, just wrap the metal bands about my wrists. At the same moment, Sam threw herself backward, pushing Petra away from her. My girlfriend’s pussy popped off my dick as she knocked the Hispanic girl onto her ass. Then Sam sprang to the side, rolling off me and allowing me to move.

“What the fuck?” gasped Melissa. The Black girl lunged at me while Petra scrambled to her feet, her big, brown tits heaving.

Sam had done this earlier today, throwing out her power to freeze the bullet that almost killed me. I concentrated on flinging the reserve of energy that had built inside of me. The pool of the gravitons that the Project KRONOS machine gave me.

“FREEZE!”

A cone of stopped time hurtled from me. It surged over both girls, catching Melissa head on, her body frozen in midair, both feet off the ground. But the gravitons only caught half of Petra, her arm and one of her boobs. She shrieked and jerked her body, struggling to move her outstretched arm. It was like the air held her. She let out a scream of pure fright as I scrambled to my feet. We didn’t have much time before her panic brought others.

I grabbed Sam’s hand and rounded Petra. I took one last look at the half-paused girl, her body struggling to move. She tugged at her frozen arm, gripping her wrist, crying out in terror. Then I darted out of the room.

My still-hard cock bobbed before me, flicking drops of Sam’s pussy juices. Our bare feet slapped on the floor as we rushed for the nearby stairs. It led up to the second floor nearby the rift back to our reality. We raced up it, Sam panting, Petra’s shrieks reaching. As we neared the top of the stairs, I heard a girl asked, “What is that?”

We burst onto the second-floor hallway. Rebecca, not my blonde sex slave from my world but crazy one in this universe, stood beside an open door, her arms folded. She gasped when she saw me, the color draining from her face. Then her head whipped around, peering into the classroom she stood before. She snapped her head back to look at me.

“How… How the fuck are you right here? And… And… in there?”

I didn’t give her a chance to think. I darted the other way, rushing to where the rift should be. I had to guess because I couldn’t see that demarcating line from this side. It all looked like their reality. I raced forward until I thought we were past the point. I hoped this would work. I hoped that the rift was still around.

I whirled around and…

Instead of seeing Rebecca and the hallway of this reality, I saw that small shift in colors and tweaks to the hallway of my universe. That line that ran across the floor, walls, and ceiling, making a perfect edge that mark the borders between our universes. There was home. We couldn’t cross over from the direction we just came, but we could from this side.

It made my head hurt thinking about a two-dimensional gateway in a three-dimensional world.

Sam and I raced back into our reality. We crossed that line and…

A giddy rush shot through me. It felt wonderful to be back home. I wanted to shout out in celebration. Then I heard a strange, slapping echo. It was bare feet smacking onto the floor but faint and distorted. It was like I wasn’t hearing the source of the footsteps, but their echo bouncing off the far wall in the other reality before crossing over into this one.

It clicked in my mind. Rebecca could find us if she passed the boundary point and turned around.

Sam gasped as I shoved her into an alcove for a drinking fountain. I pressed in after her, hugging tight against her naked body. She trembled against me, her eyes wide. She opened her mouth to ask a question, but I couldn’t let her make a sound. I kissed her, sealing my lips over hers. Suddenly those footsteps sounded so close to us. Rebecca must have passed the boundary point. She must be standing where, to her, it must have looked like we had just vanished into thin air.

“What the fuck?” she asked. If she charged into our reality, I would grab her, overpower her.

Sam’s naked body trembled against mine. She clung to me, squeaking. I enjoyed the feel of her. I couldn’t help the way my dick throbbed against her. This was so exciting. We were hiding. So close to getting back to our sex slaves.

It was all so crazy.

Then Rebecca’s footsteps darted away. She was running deeper into her own reality, probably heading to where the alternate version of my sister was trying to batter down the door to the classroom where they thought Sam and I hid.

I broke the kiss with Sam, my excitement bleeding out of me.

“Clever,” Sam said, adjusting her glasses. “But you have drained all your power. It will be twelve hours before you can freeze time again.”

“Doesn’t matter! We’re shutting down that damn machine before this gets any worse.”

Sam nodded. I didn’t want to turn off the machine that gave me these powers. I was afraid everything would go back to normal, that I would lose my sex slaves, especially Aurora, but I couldn’t let insane realities like that one bleed into ours. My sister over there was bonkers.

It sucked doing the right thing.

I pulled away from Sam, gripping her hand, and stepped out into the hallway.

“You!”

“Hey, Krystal, watch out,” Justin said, grinning at his sister and her lover. “You go too much farther down the hallway and you’ll cross over into this other reality. All that bullshit about parallel universes bleeding together is true. And it is fucked up on the other side.”

“Other… realities…?” his sister asked, her face scrunching up.

“So, what drew you out of the orgy?” Justin continued while I bit my lip. Something was off… I gasped as Justin grabbed my arm and pulled me close to him. “Are you hoping I slipped off to make love to Sam? Were you interested in licking my cum out of her pussy?” Justin chuckled. “I know how much you love licking my cum out of a girl’s snatch.”

Krystal’s face mottled red. Her hands balled into fists.

“Well, let’s head back to the others, and then you can lick my cum out of Sam’s pussy. I pumped quite a lot into her.”

“Shut up!” snarled Krystal. “Stop spouting all that filth, you fucking pervert! Why would I ever want to lick your spunk out of another girl’s cunt? You’re just as bad as him!”

Justin’s face fell.

“That’s the other Krystal!” I said, realization slapping me. “She must’ve crossed over into our reality.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, eyeing her.

What should we do? I opened my mouth to ask but Justin suddenly darted forward, leaving me blinking in surprise.

He moved fast, crossing the distance between me and the other version of his little sister. He seized Krystal in his arms. She screeched like a wildcat, her fingernails scratching at his arms. He grunted, wrapped his arms around her waist, and hefted her off the floor.

She fought back, thrashing. They tussled, struggled. He pivoted, his feet sliding on the floor. He grunted against her abuse as his back arched. She bucked back against him, spittle flying from her lips. Her loose hair slapped him in the face.

She twisted in his arms, legs flailing. She snarled and hissed, bucking. She tried to break free of my boyfriend’s embrace. He held her tight, his face scrunching up as her fingernails scratched at his arms again, leaving red furrows, some beading with crimson drops.

“Fucking bitch!” he growled. “We can’t let them cross back over, Sam.”

“Let go of my Queen!” the parallel-version of Ji-Yun shouted.

The petite, Korean girl launched herself at Justin’s back. Her arms went around his neck, choking his throat, her thighs locking about his waist. Her loose, black hair swayed about her shoulders as she screeched and tugged at him.

I had to help him.

I crossed the distance, Justin’s cum pouring down my thighs. I ignored that ticklish rivulet as I seized the Korean girl’s hair. I yanked back hard as she went to bite his neck. She screeched in pain, her neck bending backward.

I took the opportunity to hook my left arm around her neck, pressing the crook of my elbow into her throat. I pulled back even harder. She gasped as I threw her off of Justin’s back. She hit the floor hard. Her head smacked into the linoleum. She gasped, coughing, her eyes fluttering. She looked dazed by the impact.

I acted.

I rolled her over onto her back, twisting her left arm behind her and pinning my knee into her shoulder blades. I held her there.

“Stop your struggling,” growled Justin.

“Let me down, you filthy bastard!” his sister howled. “I won’t let you take me to him! I won’t let him ever rape me ever again!”

“No one is going to fucking rape you!” Justin snarled. He glanced at me. “You got that one, Sam?”

“Indeed,” I answered.

“Good,” he spat, carrying his thrashing sister towards the stairs. Her leg still kicked, but he’d managed to pin her arms to her torso, keeping her from scratching him. She was half thrown over his shoulder now. Her black hair swirling about her rage-mottled features. “We need to get to the others and get our cops guarding the breach right now. We can’t let this insanity bleed over to our world.”

“Let me fucking go now!” howled Krystal, thrashing.

I wrenched the gasping Ji-Yun up by her left arm. I kept it twisted behind her back, saying, “This is what is called a stress position. I am manipulating your joint and can deliver extreme pain if you do not cooperate. Worse, Justin will harm your queen if you struggle to escape. If you wish her to remain unharmed, you will cooperate.”

“I…” whimpered the girl. “Okay.” Her voice sounded strained. “Don’t hurt my Queen. Don’t let her father hurt her ever again.”

Father? An idea of what had twisted the other Krystal formed in my mind. “That shall not happen.”

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Crystal Sampson

I thrashed. I screeched. I fought against my disgusting, filthy brother’s grip. He held me tight as he marched us through the school, heading down the stairs to the first floor. I shouted, crying out for my followers. Where were my sex slaves? Why weren’t they coming to save me? Why was everything back to normal? I didn’t see any classroom full of boys getting their dicks drained.

What did my filthy brother and that traitorous bitch mean by other reality? Where the fuck was I?

I struggled and thrashed. I refuse to be molested again, but I couldn’t stop him. Once again, Justin was taking me to that bastard’s bed. I hated my brother. Hated my mother for being so weak, for not standing up to my filthy father’s abuse. She allowed him to use me. She’d always apologize after, telling me how much happier he was now. How it was better for the family that he used my pussy. They were all such cowards for kowtowing to that fucking monster.

Justin was taking me to that bastard again.

The fear swelled. I felt so helpless again. I was that scared, weak little girl that I was a month ago before my powers were born. I squirmed and wiggled, struggling to escape his grasp. This couldn’t be happening. Not again.

“P-please,” I sobbed, all my new-found power gone. Crumbled away, leaving me crying. “Don’t take me to our father.”

“Our father?” my terrible brother asked. He sounded baffled. “I’m taking you to the gym. Why would I take you to our father?”

“So he can rape me!” I snarled. “You know that.”

“Our dad…” He sounded even more confused. “Well, our dad in this universe is my little cuckold bitch. He’s not going to rape you. No one is going to fucking rape you. Just calm down. I don’t know what I’m going to do with you, but I can’t have you leading your crazy bitches into my world.”

World? Universe? Why had everything gone insane?

I stared at Ji-Yun. My Korean sex slave was still mine, staring at me with such pride in her eyes as she marched before that traitorous Salome. We moved through the familiar halls of Mary Glassner College, but where were all my followers? We approach the gym. I could hear… moans.

Feminine moans.

It sounded like one of the many orgies I’d orchestrated. Those hours upon hours spent writhing amid hundreds of feminine forms, loving on another and celebrating our sapphic delight. Maybe… Maybe this was all some weird prank. Maybe my sex slaves thought it would be funny to have my brother kidnap me and bring me to an orgy.

Yeah, that had to be it. If I figured out which ones did it… I would spank them so hard. Probably that Petra. She was such a cunt.

I was regaining control of myself. Once I was back at the orgy, everything would be fine. Justin would be captured. I would punish everyone who thought it would be funny to pull this horrible joke on me. I would bind them in stocks and whip their asses until they howled. Then I’d fucked them with my strap-on. I’d make them cum while they screamed in blissful agony.

It would be so wonderful to punish them for making me feel helpless.

The doors to the gymnasium creaked open. Justin carried me in, passing two cops who’d opened the doors for him. They were both male cops. Armed male cops. No man should have a gun. My forces were out fighting against those few men who had managed to escape the initial surges of my power. Where had these men come from?

What happened to the school?

“Master!” Girls writhing in sapphic pleasure greeted Justin as he marched through the gym. “That’s so hot that you’re carrying your little sister, Master!”

“Master, can I suck your dick?”

“No, no, let me suck your dick, Master!”

“You can fuck my ass, Master!”

What was going on here? Did all my slaves worship Justin now? Had he taken the power for me? Did he release all the boys? There were so many of them standing around the edges of the gym, looking tall, erect. Like they were guarding it. They weren’t touching any of the women, which was good, only they were free. They looked strong and powerful, not cowed and pacified the way disgusting boys should be.

They could harm me.

“Ooh, who do you have there, bro?” asked the familiar voice. It sounded like my own. And bro?

Justin suddenly swung me off his shoulders and set me on the ground. I turned around to face a naked, slender, black-haired girl. She wore her hair in pigtails the way I used to and… It was like looking into a mirror.

“Holy fucking shit!” the girl before me gasped. “Bro, where did you find my twin?”

“She’s your evil twin, actually,” Justin said.

“Well, she doesn’t have a goatee,” Salome said as she marched Ji-Yun up beside me.

Justin laughed, a deep and hearty sound. Salome joined him, giggling.

“Goatee?” this other version of myself and I asked together. We did it with the same cadence.

Was I really in another universe? One where my brother had taken over instead of me? Where he’d made the version of me here his sex slave.

“Wow, you’re a me from another world,” my twin said. “That is so hot. Does this make you wet? Because I sooooo want to eat your pussy! Is that weird? It would be like the ultimate form of incest. Eating myself out.”

“I… I…” I shook my head. “This is fucking insane!”

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Krystal Sampson

“Yeah, this is insane,” I told my evil twin. She didn’t have her hair in pigtails. And the version of Ji-Yun standing beside wore her hair flowing loose instead of in a cute braid. “So, were you born on April 19th, too?”

My twin nodded, her eyes looking glossy and dazed now. She slumped in my brother’s grip.

“Wow,” I said. “And you spell your name with a K, too? Your Krystal, right?”

“With a K?” she asked. “Why would I spell my name with a K? Crystal starts with a C.”

“Ooh, so we’re not quite the same,” I said.

Justin snorted. “You have no fucking idea. She wanted to exterminate all men over in her reality or drain their lusts or castrate them or something. She has some sort of powers. Don’t know if she can stop time, or anything, but she definitely was mind-controlling people.”

“Hot!” I said. “Well, not the exterminating part.”

Justin’s face grew serious. “Krystal, did dad ever…?” He shook his head. “Never mind.”

I shrugged. I turned my head and shouted, “Hey, Ji-Yun, come meet your evil twin!”

Ji-Yun wormed her way out of a pile of feminine flesh, pussy juices streaking her face and small tits. Her pale-olive skin looked so naughty gleaming with feminine oils smeared across her flesh. She darted towards me, her braided hair keeping her delicate face fully exposed. She glanced at our opposites and blinked.

“Wow, she is my twin,” Ji-Yun said. “Parallel reality stuff?”

I nodded my head.

“Is it weird that I want to have sex with my doppelganger?” my girlfriend asked.

“I knooooow!” I gushed, “I want to fuck my evil twin, too! So hot.”

Ji-Yun nodded her head in vigorous agreement. “Like the ultimate incest.”

I squealed in delight and hugged my girlfriend. I kissed her, tasting sweet and spicy pussy on her lips. I loved her so much. She just “got” me. Yes, I might have mind-controlled her into being the perfect girlfriend by accident, but she also turned me into a bisexual girl who loved her brother’s cum.

So we were even.

I gave another critical eye to my evil twin, who spelled her name with a C instead of a K which was totally weird. I frowned, brow furrowing. “Does she look a little… heavier than me? Right, Ji-Yun?”

“Oh, definitely, she easily has five pounds on you.”

I let out a sigh of relief. There definitely was a little bit of plumpness about Crystal’s thighs. I liked being petite.

My evil twin blinked. “What? You think you’re skinnier than me?”

“She’s all scrawny and bony,” the evil Ji-Yun said. “You are so much more beautiful, my Queen.”

“Why do you make your girlfriend call you queen?” I asked. “That’s a little kinky.”

“Girlfriend?” Crystal asked. “She’s my sex slave. You all should all be my sex slaves. If I had my powers at their full effect, you would all be kneeling before me!”

“This is why we need to shut down the machine,” Justin said.

I nodded my head. I didn’t want to give up my powers, but… I also didn’t want our universe to get destroyed. And now that I liked guys, I didn’t want to have them all emasculated. “So what’s the plan, bro?”

“Miller!” shouted my brother.

The government agent in the suit somehow appeared, almost out of thin air, but he was probably lurking on the periphery waiting to be needed. He was tall, handsome, with dark hair and a dangerous air about him. He bowed to my brother, saying, “I will call the facility and let them know we are coming to turn off the machine. I know they will be excited to end this.”

“No, I don’t trust the NSA.” My brother’s eyes slid down to the gun holstered beneath the agent’s shoulder. The butt and holster peeked out of his jacket as he moved. “We’re going to do this my way.”

“And what is your way, Justin?” asked Sam, sounding calm.

I nodded my head, holding my girlfriend tight to me. I can’t believe the other version of me made her Ji-Yun into a sex slave. She truly was my evil doppelganger.

Justin drew in a deep breath and then bellowed, “I need someone who feels like they could stop time right this second!”

His words echoed through the gym, cutting over the lingering moans of passion. Most of the girls had untangled themselves and were gathering around him. Aurora was fighting her way through the crowd to reach my brother. He surveyed his women, even glancing at the guys who stood guard. Anyone of them could gain the power. The closer you were to my brother, the more likely the ability would spill over into you and let you stop time and mind-control people.

And maybe if they were close to me, too. My brother and I were on the same… wavelength. So far it seemed like we were the only ones connected that way. Maybe because we were siblings? Or maybe because we both were somehow affected at the same time by the machine. I didn’t know. This was really Sam’s area.

Just as Aurora reached my brother, Paris burst out of the crowd, her body smeared in pussy cream just like Ji-Yun’s was. She had such a look of hope on her face as she shouted, “Me! I think I can stop time! I’ll do it, Master!”

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Justin Sampson

I nodded, my plan bubbling in my head. I glanced at Sam and said, “We’re going to freeze time so we don’t have to worry about the people from the other world bleeding into ours while we’re traveling to Handford. Plus, I don’t trust those NSA fuckers. We’ll get in there, we’ll turn off the machine, then we’ll, hopefully, slip out.”

“Once we turn off the machine, time may resume immediately. We may not get out.” Sam adjusted her glasses. “Unless we are very careful in our infiltration.”

My head snapped over to Miller. “It’ll be up to you to ensure that once time flows again, we’ll have an easy escape route.”

“Of course, my God,” the government agent said.

I shuddered. How much longer would people think of me like that? I glanced over at Crystal, staring at the warped version of my little sister. I could understand the seduction of power. Of domination. I wanted to take over my world. For that fleeting hour, I had such dreams. I imagined spreading my influenced far and wide. I would have used my mind-controlled followers, the Parallels I created with my powers, to dominate governments. I would have moved my slaves into position like chess pieces, let them stop time themselves, then use their powers to create me new followers.

I didn’t want the dream to end, but how much longer before another fucked up reality bled into ours. It could already be happening, opening onto places even more messed up than the one Crystal came from.

“We’ll need a team,” I said.

Sam nodded her head, saying, “Of course. I will be going.”

I wanted to say no, not wanting to take my girlfriend into danger, but what choice did I have? I would need her brains on this. “And Miller will be going, too. That’s a given.”

“I’m coming, bro,” Krystal said, holding her girlfriend tight. “No way I’m missing out on sneaking into a government base. If we’re going to stop time, I want to enjoy it one last time.

“And you will need your head slave, Master,” Aurora said. “To keep Paris in line.”

Paris blushed. She had to go because she was the one who could pause time.

I studied my blonde sex slave. The first girl I’d ever fucked. Just yesterday she despised me; now she wanted to risk her life to spend as much time with me as possible. I could see it in her eyes. The fear that when this was all over, she wouldn’t be my sex slave any longer. She wanted to enjoy it for as long as she could.

“Okay. Aurora’s coming, too. But that’s it.”

“We’re going to need a vehicle,” Sam said. “I don’t want to walk all the way to Handford.”

I groaned. I hadn’t considered that. “Fuck, can Paris bring a vehicle with her when she pauses time?”

“That is a very good question,” Sam said. “Clearly, the gravitons affect your belongings and the people you’re touching, but it doesn’t seem to affect the ground you’re standing on. It appears to be a very localized area. Perhaps you… instinctively decide what is or isn’t affected by the gravitons. Also, the fact that you’re able to move through the air and manipulate objects implies that you have a continuous effect on things, spreading small ripples of space-time distortion around you. Undoubtedly, there are some unusual quantum effects going on that allow interesting phenomena to happen.”

“Like girls’ pussies getting wet when I manipulate them,” I said. I scratched at the back of my neck. “A whole bunch about this that doesn’t make any sense. Oh, well. Who cares how this works. We just need to find a vehicle and hope that Paris can encase it and all of us in her time bubble.”

“I can totally do it, Master,” Paris said, her small breasts jiggling as she nodded her head.

“And if she doesn’t, I will have to spank her,” Aurora added, a big grin on her face.

My hand itched. I suddenly wanted to spank Aurora. She hadn’t been naughty, and I’d already spanked her today so that the compulsion that she put on me wasn’t nibbling at me.

“We must make sure it is a vehicle that has a full tank of gas,” Sam said. “We cannot guarantee we could fill up the tank if we run out of gas before we arrive. But it is only a couple hour drive, so it should not be a problem if it’s full.”

“Our van has more than enough gas to get us there,” Miller said. “We topped it off this morning before we arrived.”

“Okay, that’s it.”

“Good, I need to wash up. I will return.” Sam turned and strolled off. I blinked, wanting to talk to her.

I waited about seven minutes, the orgy raging around us. Then she returned, her body wet and glistening. She’d showered in the locker room. I didn’t blame her. We had a wild time in the other world when I’d taken her cherry.

My stomach churned, remembering that moment. I said to Sam, “I need to talk to you in private.”

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Salome “Sam” Shapiro

The only light that spilled through the equipment room bled from under the door. I trembled in the darkness with Justin. It felt so… intimate. Even with his harem of hundreds of schoolgirls and his army of protectors just outside, I suddenly felt like we were the only two people in the world. He took my hands in the darkness, his body merely a silhouette my eyes slowly adjusted. Beat by beat of my heart, I could see more and more of his features resolving out of the shadows.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” I asked, the sudden nervousness swirling through me as he rubbed the back of my hands with his fingers.

“Are you… sad that you surrendered your cherry to me?”

“Of course not,” I said, my deflowered pussy clenching. My snatch felt so… open. “I don’t regret saving our lives one bit.”

“Even though you didn’t get to loose her virginity in the backseat of a car after making out while watching a scary movie?” Justin asked. I could just make out his lips spreading in a smile.

“No,” I said. I had wanted him. I had no regrets. “I was just glad that it was with you. It turned out all that stuff really didn’t matter. Even with those bizarre versions of Petra and Melissa watching us, I felt your love. It felt so…” A breathiness entered my voice. My heart fluttered. All these emotions that I normally tried to ignore were bubbling up through me. My nipples ached, my areolas feeling so puffy and itchy. In my pussy…

My pussy needed to be touched. Stroked. Penetrated.

“I promise when this is all over, I will take you out on that proper date,” Justin said. “I want to do it properly, and—”

I kissed him.

My arms sprang around his neck. I pulled him tight as my lips melted against his. My body pressed against his. I clung to him. His arms went around me, embracing me with a fierceness. His dick throbbed in twitched against my belly, smearing precum that leaked out of the tip. My cunt clenched, aching to be touched. All these wicked and naughty sensations rushed through my body.

Our tongues dueled. My glasses brushed his cheeks as our lips worked together. So wonderful. It was like we were trying to devour each other. To feast on each other’s passion. I was so happy. Such joy bubbled through me to feel his arms around me. I whimpered against him, shivering.

Being kissed was wonderful, but I needed something more… rapturous.

I broke the kiss with Justin, panting. I could see more of his face now, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. His had a glossy shimmer to them. They were liquid with his passion. His breath was hoarse, heavy. He stared down at me with such hunger.

“If you want… to do this right, Justin,” I said, struggling to speak clearly as I gasped for breaths, “then you need to… go down on… me.” I licked my lips and then added, “I did douche myself. I washed out all of your cum.”

“We’ll have to remedy that,” Justin said, a grin spreading across his face. “After I go down on you and make you explode.”

“Yes!” I groaned as he knelt down before me, his strong hands sliding down my naked flesh. I was getting so used to being nude all the time, it was so naughty. His touch ignited my skin in ways I didn’t know possible. His fingers found my hips, holding me tight. Then he pulled me forward.

I gasped as his lips found my bush, nuzzling into my silky delight. He kissed lower and lower through my pubic hair until he reached the top of my pussy. He let out a growling moan of hunger.

Then he licked me.

His fingers tightened on my hips as his tongue lapped through my folds again. I shuddered, his mouth feeling so different from Miss Daisy’s licking tongue. He dipped into my hole since I had no hymen to block my entrance now. He didn’t have her delicate touch, either. He licked me with a stronger, more forceful touch.

A manly touch.

“Justin!” I squealed, pleasures racing through me as his tongue licked and lapped through my folds. My hands shot down past my quivering, budding breasts to grab his dark hair. I clutched him, fingers digging through his short locks as I held him against my pussy.

It felt so incredible. His dark eyes stared up at me, his nose pressed into my black bush. I shuddered, grinding my snatch across his face. I humped against him, his tongue diving into my pussy. He swirled around inside of me, teasing my silky walls.

I whimpered as the pleasure rushed through me. It flowed to every inch of my body. It built this wonderful ache inside of me. His nose would brush my clit as his tongue plunged in and out of my pussy. Almost like he was fucking me.

“Justin, yes!” I gasped. “Your tongue… Oh, wow, your tongue!”

“Just let yourself explode, Sam,” he growled, sounding so confident. A day enjoying sex slaves had given him the boldness to know what he was doing with my pussy. I could feel it as his lips latched onto my clit.

Sucked.

I gasped, my entire body bucking. His hands gripped my hips, holding me tight to his mouth as he nursed on my little bud. Between sucks, his tongue fluttered against it. He caressed it, stimulating it.

The rapture built inside of me. This wonderful quiver of ecstasy. My pussy clenched as I held onto him. I whimpered, my braid of black hair swaying down my back as I shuddered.

“Oh, my gosh, it’s building in me, Justin!” I moaned. “My orgasm. You’re going to make me climax.”

“Do it,” he growled, his hands sliding my hips to grab my rump. He seized both butt-cheeks, squeezing tight. “Cum on my mouth!”

He latched onto my clit again. Sucked.

“Yes!” I screamed.

The feel of him nursing on that sensitive bud sent rapture shooting through me. It built and built in me, swelling so swiftly. My toes curled against the gym mats lying on the floor. I trembled, my entire body tensing, bracing itself for the explosive ecstasy.

Justin’s tongue brushed my clit. He triggered it. I gasped as the bliss burst inside of my pussy. My snatch convulsed, begging to be filled. Juices flowed out of me while rapture speared through my body. It swept through every bit of me, washing through my mind.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled as little stars burst across my vision. My neurons were firing so hard. My mind was flooded with dopamine. It set off all my pleasure receptors.

Justin licked and lapped at my pussy, drinking the flood of my passion gushing out of me. His fingers gripped my clenching rump, holding me tight as I spasmed. I clutched at his hair, the room spinning around me. I was dizzy with rapture.

With the rapture he gave me.

My boyfriend loved me. He gave me such ecstasy. I groaned and gasped, my eyes fluttering as such bliss rippled through me. I loved it. I wanted more. I wanted him in me.

“Justin!” I called, unable to put my needs into coherent words.

But he understood.

He pulled his face from my pussy. He held my hips tight as he guided me down to the floor. Before I knew it, I was stretched out on the gym mats and he was over me, a dark shape that hovered above. My arms slid around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. I had to love him. He was Justin.

My boyfriend.

My lover.

His cock pressed into my silky bush. He must be holding his dick and guiding it. I shuddered, feeling his tip sliding down my slit until he found the opening of my pussy. Our lips met in a hot kiss, my tangy cream covering his mouth. I tasted wonderful on him. I whimpered into his mouth as his dick filled me.

This time it was just me and him. Alone in the college’s equipment room. I could pretend this was how I lost my virginity, but I didn’t want to. I sacrificed my maidenhead to save our lives, and I was proud of that. Now I could make love to him in private.

Just the two of us.

He bottomed out in me, my pussy gripping him. I shuddered, squirming my hips and stirring my snatch around his girth. His dick throbbed inside of me, twitching and pulsing to the beat of his heart. I could feel his love as he kissed me. Our tongues dueled, caressed each other.

He drew back his cock.

My pussy clamped down on his withdrawing shaft, not wanting his dick to leave but reveling in the silky friction that burned with rapture inside of me. Then he rammed home into me, burying back into my depths where he belonged. A wave of bliss washed through me. I clutched him so tight, crushing his chest to my small breasts. My puffy nipples tingled.

He made love to me. We made love to each other. Our bodies moved and worked and pumped. The both of us wanted to give the other such bliss. Every time his cock rammed into me, I whimpered. Every time he pulled back, my pussy clenched about him, increasing that wonderful friction.

Justin broke the kiss, moaning, “Sam! My beautiful Sam.”

“Yes, yes, Justin!” I moaned, my hips moving to the rhythm of his thrust. My clit throbbed every time his pubic bone crushed it. Little sparks of bliss exploded through me. They bathed my inner depths. “I love you, Justin!”

He kissed me again. My orgasm swelled with every thrust of his dick. The bliss built inside of me. It wasn’t going to be an explosion this time, but a wonderful wave of rapture inundating my body. A delicious tsunami of ecstasy that would sweep away all my thoughts and leave behind only the rapture of this moment.

I kissed him so hard, eager for the passion to burst through me.

Justin’s thrust harder and with more power. The pleasure built and built, squirming inside of me. I gripped him with my pussy, squeezing down on his shaft as he plunged in and out of me. His crotch smacked into me, my clit drinking in the pleasure every time. I savored that rush of bliss as he buried inside of me. He filled me up.

I came closer and closer to that moment. I groaned into his hot lips. Our tongues caressed each other. My puffy nipples rubbed against his chest, his body moving over mine. I loved his weight atop me. He was heavy in such a wonderful way.

I had never felt more like a woman than right now. Not an awkward, nerdy girl, but a mature, beautiful woman.

I broke the kiss, gasping out, “Justin, I love you! I’ve loved you for so long! I’m so glad you mind-controlled me to admit my feelings. This is amazing. Justin!”

As my orgasm crashed through me, Justin grunted, “Love you, too, Sam!”

“Yes!” I howled as my pussy writhed and spasmed about his cock.

He plunged into my orgasming cunt, churning me up and sending wave after wave of rapture flooding through my body. It was so wonderful, so amazing to feel that delight washing through me. It splashed into my mind, igniting all those neurons again.

Dopamine ignited all the receptors in my brain. Pleasure flooded like electricity across my mind. My cunt convulsed harder, sucking at his dick plunging into me. I clutched at him, bucking and writhing beneath him.

“Justin!” I howled with all my need.

“My Sam!” he growled and buried his shaft to the hilt in me.

His cum spurted hot into me. This wondrous delight that splashed against my cervix. It spilled through me, flooding my inner depths. My pussy writhed about him, wringing him dry. Passion filled me.

I kissed him hard, reveling in this moment. My body had evolved for me to enjoy this moment. To take my man’s seed deep inside of me. To feel the completeness of our rapturous union. I trembled beneath Justin, holding him so tight. I clutched him to me as the pleasure burned through my body.

He collapsed on me. His nose nuzzled into mine. We shared a quick kiss, enjoying the tenderness of this moment. I never wanted it to end. I just wanted to stay in his dark storeroom with him forever and—

A knock rapped on the storage room door. Then Aurora, her voice half-muffled, said, “Master, we’re ready.”

Justin broke the kiss. My eyes had adjusted enough to let me see all his features now. I stroked his cheek, nodding my head. He said, “Let’s go save the world.”

Bitterness twisted his features even as he pulled out of me. He didn’t want to give up his powers, but it was the right thing to do. The heroic thing. It made me love him even more. That wouldn’t change. Even if everything else went back to normal, I would still be honest about my emotions. I wouldn’t give them up at all.

“Yes, let’s do it,” I said.

To be continued…

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As Serafina spreads her domination and turns her town into a fucking paradise, Alex realizes the truth about his children.

Incestuous Mind Control Explodes

A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research

Chapter Nine: Sister Spreads Her Lusts

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Deidre Icke trembled. She felt the power of her grandchildren radiating through the room as Alexis nursed them. In a night, Alexis went from merely being two weeks pregnant with her twin brother’s children to delivering a pair of healthy twins. Even now, as the infants nursed at her breasts, they’d grown. The nanites that had transformed Alexis and her brother Alex into gods had changed their children into something more.

Something wonderful.

Awe surged through Deidre Icke. It was all so clear to her now. This was what Dr. Blavatsky wanted. This was the ultimate conclusion of her dead guru’s plan. The enlightenment of mankind had begun.

She fell to her knees in worship. Her ex-husband and Master, Robert, knelt beside her, trembling in awe. Alexis had such a huge smile on her face as she nursed her two godly children. She had brought them into this world. The vessel for their divinity.

“They’re Adam and Eve, one soul. Ophiuchus, the thirteenth Zodiac,” Cindy and Mindy intoned together. “The ones forgotten. The Divine Masculine and Feminine split into earthly vessels. King and Mother. They have arrived to deliver Apotheosis.”

Alex left the room. Deidre hardly noticed.

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Serafina Pesce – Pisces

I lead my little sister, Lucilla, out into the morning sunlight naked. It was a warm day, the sunlight feeling naughty on my naked tits. I shivered, my round, nineteen-year-old breasts jiggled as I walked down the steps of our porch.

I could stride around naked because I was a goddess. The crazy Institute had given me powers, and that voice whispering in my mind wanted me to use them. To spread my passions. If that other goddess could make her town into a lesbian paradise, then I could turn my town into a fucking paradise.

People should be free to fuck whom they want when they want. Just free love. My dad wanted to fuck my sisters; he could. I wanted to eat my sisters’ pussies; I could. If a son wanted to fuck his mother; he could. I would change everything. Love could be shared with all. I might only like girls, but that didn’t mean other ladies couldn’t like boys.

“Where are we going?” my sister asked, her round breasts jiggling. Despite a year younger than me, she had tits as big as mine, a nice pair of C cups. Which meant we both were bigger than our older sister. She was loving our father at the moment.

He deserved love.

“We’re heading to the county fair,” I said. “It’s going on right now, and that means there are so many people to dominate gathered in one place. That’s what I have to do.”

“Oh,” she said. “Kinky.”

“Yep!” I said.

Her enthusiasm made me smile. She looked a lot like me. We both had that tan, Mediterranean skin common to Italians, her hair a darker shade of brown than my own. Mine was loose right now, but I normally wore it braided.

We strolled down our sidewalk. I loved the sun-warmed cement beneath my feet. It was such a lovely, fall day. I was glad it was still warm so we could go around naked. It was such a delicious treat. I had such a bounce to my step, my tits jiggling.

Three houses down, I found a man and his daughter working in the lawn. The girl glanced up at us, her ebony face freezing in shock. She held a tuft of weeds in her gloved hands. She let out a strangled groan.

“Raquel, keep pulling weeds,” her father said, a brawny, Black man with the sun glinting off his shaved and waxed head.

“But… but…” She pointed at us. She looked my sister’s age, eighteen and nubile.

I waved at her.

Her father looked at us. He gaped at us.

“Hi!” I said. “I’m just spreading the word. People should be free to fuck whom they want, and you two want to fuck each other!” I grinned at them. “So, have fun! You can fuck her right here, if you want. That would be hot. Incest is the best! Find out!”

I grinned as the man growled, staring at his daughter. My commands worked wonderfully on them. The voices in my mind cooed in delight. They were happy with me. I smiled as the Black man pounced on his daughter and ripped down her jean shorts.

“Oh, Daddy, yes!” Raquel moaned as my sister and I walked down the street. “I need to fuck you! Get your dick in me!”

Lucilla giggled. “She’s getting her cherry popped. I bet she’s like me and always had a crush on her daddy.”

“I bet so,” I nodded. “Now she gets to know that same joy.”

“You’re just spreading happiness,” my sister said, smiling at me. She was such a cutie.

“Yep, happiness!” I grinned back at her. “We’re going to hand out so much happiness today.”

The gasps and moans dwindled as we kept going down our sleepy street. I wanted to find more people. I was so eager for this. It wasn’t a long walk to the fairground from our house, but I was hoping to enlighten more people.

At the corner of my street, I smiled as I saw a girl I knew from my high school. Kaitlyn was a redhead with sparkling, blue eyes. She was working in a flower garden, planting something next to a woman with fiery hair who must be her mother. I waved to Kaitlyn. She lifted her head, her large tits swaying in her tank top. Her jaw dropped.

“Serafina!” she gasped at me. “What? Why are you naked?”

“Hi, Kaitlyn,” I said. “Hi, Mrs. Garter.”

The older woman, a mature version of Kaitlyn, looked up and gasped. She clamped her gloved hands over her mouth, spilling some potting soil onto her cheek. Her green eyes almost bulged from her eyes at the sight of us.

“It’s okay that we’re naked,” I said, my pussy growing wet. “In fact, you want to be naked right now, too. Both of you!”

I smiled as my thoughts went to work. I could feel my mind surging out and affecting their brainwaves, rewriting them. It was so amazing. Weird, though, I didn’t feel the tingling, prickling sensation from last night. It was like my powers were… fully functional now.

The voices were what I was missing.

“Of course I want to be naked,” Kaitlyn said. “Why are we wearing these clothes, Mom?”

“I’m not sure,” she said as she pulled off her work gloves.

Kaitlyn was faster, already standing up and peeling off her tank top. I smiled, licking my lips. She had such big tits. They must be Double D’s. I bet they looked amazing naked. She had a frilly, light-blue bra on. Even naughtier, it clasped in the front. Her large breasts spilled out, her nipples soft. She wasn’t turned on.

Couldn’t have that.

Her mother pulled off her old t-shirt. Her tits didn’t look as big as her daughter’s boobs. She reached behind her, unhooking her beige bra. She slipped it off her shoulders, her round breasts swaying. They weren’t as perky as her daughters, but her nipples were larger and darker.

My pussy tingled as Kaitlyn wiggled out of her pants. Her panties were striped with bands of teal and hugged her rump. Her mother wore a pair of beige panties, too, matching her bra. I licked my lips as they bared everything, sliding those panties off, standing naked in the yard.

“You’re shaved,” Mrs. Garter said, noting her daughter’s bare twat.

“D’oh,” Kaitlyn said. “Every girl my age is shaved.”

“Serafina’s not,” Mrs. Garter said, pointing at me. “Nor is her sister.”

Kaitlyn’s face fell.

“It’s okay,” I said. “Girls are free to shave or not shave their pussies. Just like girls are free to have sex with whomever they want. I’m spreading that message and…” A wicked idea passed through me. “Come with me. I want you two at my side. You both are sexy.” If my mother was alive…

“I am sexy,” Kaitlyn said. She smacked her mom’s rump. “So are you, Mom.”

Her mother straightened, a big smile crossing her lips. “Ooh, I haven’t felt sexy in a while, but… I am, aren’t I?” She put her arm around her naked daughter. “We both are.”

I salivated at the sight of Kaitlyn’s large breast nudging her mother’s round tits. This would be an incredible day. I would gather my own cadre of naked women. I would surround myself with lesbian incest.

Ooh, I was such a kinky goddess.

“Let’s go and spread the word!” I shouted. I felt like a perverted Dorthy, collecting my followers on the Yellow Brick Road. I giggled, glancing at my little sister.

“What?” she asked me.

“Nothing, cutie,” I said.

Mrs. Garter and Kaitlyn joined us, walking beside me and my sister. I loved the bouncing tits beside us. Passing cars would slow to stare at us. I would wave at them, shouting out my commands, letting people know that it was okay to fuck whom they wanted, even if they were their family.

“There’s no shame in sex!” I said to a wife accepting a package from the mail man. “Never be jealous. Be free. You’re not a slut for cheating on your husband. You can’t cheat on your husband. You’re just having fun fucking the mail man. He’ll understand. Right?” I winked at her husband washing the car in the driveway. “You’re not jealous. You’re just happy she’s having fun.”

“Yeah,” he said as his wife pulled the mail man inside the house.

“So go watch!” I said. “Jerk off your cock! Have fun!”

He raced after.

Kaitlyn giggled beside me. “You’re so different, Serafina.”

“I’m a Goddess,” I said as we continued on.

I kept spreading my word. I sparked off new delights that made my pussy wet. A mother fucked her son in the middle of their lawn. Two random people fucked on the hood of the guy’s car. A man and his wife had a threesome with their neighbors sexy, nineteen-year-old daughter. An old man got a hummer from a young girl.

It was so much fun.

The cops showed up twice already, but I explained to the officers the joys of sex, leaving both enjoying some nice pussy bent over the hood of their squad car. They looked happy. I was glad to do something nice for the boys in blue.

“Hey, there’s June and her sister, Lily!” Lucilla shouted, pointing across the street about five minutes after our last police encounter.

Two girls were riding their bikes down the sidewalk. Both were blonde, though June had dirtier hue to hers, her locks verging closer to brown than her younger sister’s. Lily had her golden hair gathered in a braid. My pussy ached. I was feeling so horny after handing out so many commands. I was eager to have my own fun.

“June, Lily, come here!” I shouted, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. I glanced at Mrs. Garter. “I think it’s time for you to get to know your daughter better.”

“How?” she asked, the older woman sounding eager.

“Sexually, d’oh,” I said. “Lesbian incest is the best, so get down on your knees and eat your daughter out.”

Her round tits heaved as she fell to her knees on the sidewalk. Before June and Lily had even finished crossing the road, Mrs. Garter had her face buried in her daughter’s pussy, licking and feasting, eating her with such passion.

It was such a beautiful sight to see. Kaitlyn’s blue eyes bulged. She shuddered and groaned. Her hips wiggled from side to side, grinding her hot cunt on her mother’s mouth. Her large tits jiggled with such a lovely sway.

Pussy juices ran down her thighs.

“Oh, wow, what is going on?” June asked. She was my age. Her blue eyes were wide as she stopped her bike at the side walk. “Is that your mom, Kaitlyn?”

“Lesbian incest is the best,” groaned Kaitlyn, her nipples hardening. She seized those nubs, squeezing them as her mother devoured her. “My mom’s proving it. She’s eating me with such hunger. Oh, wow.”

“June?” whimpered Lily, who was Lucilla’s age. She turned to start peddling away.

“Lily, don’t go,” I commanded, loving how she stopped. “Both of you, strip naked and relax. Incest is okay. Especially incest. In fact, nothing makes you two wetter than each other. You two are into sisterly love in a big way.”

“Mmm, it’s fun, Lily,” Lucilla said.

June and Lily dismounted their bikes, Lily’s crashing to the road while June flipped down her kickstand. They ripped off their helmets, June’s loose, sandy-blonde hair spilling around her shoulders. She wore a belly shirt, her stomach sexy. She pulled off her top and bra, her round breasts swaying, her breasts round and plump.

As she stripped, she stared at her little sister. Lily was cute and petite, her breasts small and budding, her nipples small but hardening. June let out a moan of pure, wanton lust as her lesbian desires for her sister kindled.

I awakened them in her! I loved being a naughty goddess!

The moment June was naked, I pulled her to me. Her round breast quivered as I slid my arm over her shoulder. She felt so nice against me. Her blue eyes sparkled as she looked at me. Her hips wiggled. Cars passed us on the street, gawking at us. I didn’t care.

“We have sexy sisters, don’t we?” I said, eyeing Lucilla. She bounced before me with excitement, her dark-brown bush soaked with her juices, her large, pink nipples thrusting hard from her tits. They were bigger nipples than my own.

“Yeah, we do,” June said. “I never really noticed, but Lily is just so cute.”

“Mmm, I bet your pussy is as wet as mine,” I said, my left hand darting across my body to slide between her thighs. I felt her silky bush and grinned at the juicy heat I found. “Oh, yes, you’re soaked. Want to get some relief?”

“You mean…” June’s blue eyes sparkled.

“Oh, yes! It’s time to get our pussies eaten!” I glanced at our sisters. “Lily, Lucilla, come attend to us! Love your sisters!”

“Yes!” Lucilla squealed. She darted to me, her round tits heaving.

“Oh, I will, June,” Lily said. She sank to her knees before June, her braid dancing down her lithe back.

My sister followed suit. She pressed her mouth into my bush, her delicate fingers stroking my thighs. I shuddered as her tongue flicked out, sliding through my hot folds. June gasped beside me, her arm slipping around my waist as she trembled.

I glanced at her, watching the pleasure cross her face as she experienced sisterly incest for the first time. Lily munched on June’s snatch, feasting with a hunger that made my classmate tremble. June’s blue eyes squeezed shut.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” I purred, Lucilla’s tongue sliding deep into my pussy, caressing my naughty flesh.

“Uh-huh!” moaned June, her hips wiggling, rubbing her side against mine. “Ooh, her tongue’s just teasing me.”

“It is amazing!” Kaitlyn gasped from nearby. “Oh, yes, my mom’s feasting on me. She’s got her tongue so deep in me.”

“I know, that’s great!” I gasped, Lucilla’s tongue swirling through my depths, sending waves of incestuous delight through me.

The sun warmed my tits as I trembled. Pleasure surged through me as my sister feasted on me. I held June tight to me, loving her body shivering beside mine. My right breast nudged her left as we both shuddered in delight, our little sisters feasting on us.

Then Kaitlyn slipped her arm against my other side, her mother shifting to keep up with her. My green-eyed schoolmate grinned at me. Her larger tit pressed on my left boob as she darted her head in and kissed me on the mouth.

I groaned into her sweet lips, my sister’s hands stroking my belly. Her touch invigorated me. Made the kiss I shared with Kaitlyn even hotter. My tongue dueled with hers, both of us moaning into our kiss as those we loved pleasured our cunts.

“That’s so hot!” moaned June. “Ooh, you two look so sexy together.”

Kaitlyn broke our kiss, her green eyes glassy. “I just wanted to kiss Serafina. And I shouldn’t hold back.”

“That’s right,” I groaned. “If you want someone, enjoy them! It’s the best.” I turned my head to June, her blue eyes glossy as she shuddered. “Right?”

“Right!” she said. Then she kissed me.

I groaned, holding tight to the two girls, my tongue dancing and dueling with June’s. We both moaned our delight, savoring our little sister’s and mom feasting on us. It was such a wonderful pleasure. It spilled such delight through my body. I groaned, shivering, shaking. My breasts heaved. I wiggled my hips from side to side as our tongues dueled each other.

“Yes, yes, Mom!” Kaitlyn moaned. “Mmm, I like that! Play with my clit! That’s going to make me cum!”

I broke the kiss with June to gasp, “Yes, yes, we all need to cum! Lucilla, make me explode!”

“I will!” my little sister moaned as she stared up at me, her mouth pressed into my snatch. My brown bush spilled over her nose. Her dark eyes were glassy with delight. Her fingers caressed my belly. “Make you cum so hard.”

Lucilla latched onto my clit. I gasped. My pussy clenched as the heat surged through me. A dizzy ripple shuddered through me. My toes curled. I groaned, my breasts jiggling and heaving. Heat washed through me. It was such an incredible delight that flowed through me.

“Oh, yes, yes,” I gasped. “Mmm, that’s good. Make me explode!”

“I want to cum all over your mouth, Lily!” June whimpered. “Oh, wow, that’s good! That’s so much better than my boyfriend!”

“I know!” gasped Kaitlyn. “God, Mom, you are a pussy-licking champ!”

“I haven’t eaten out a girl’s pussy since college!” whimpered Mrs. Carter, her green eyes twinkling. “Mmm, I missed it. You taste good, honey!”

I loved it. The three of us were all trembling as we had our pussies licked. Delight burned through my body. It trembled and writhed through me. I squirmed my hips, wiggling them from side to side as Lucilla sucked on my clit. She nibbled on it, teased me, sending jolts of rapture shooting through me.

I was going to cum so hard. I was going to explode. The pleasure built and swirled through me. My eyes rolled back in my head. I shivered and moaned. My fingers clenched on both June’s and Kaitlyn’s shoulders, holding them against me.

Our three incestuous passions moaned through the air. We were getting wild right in public. Just the way it should happen. My eyes fluttered, little stars dancing across my vision. I surveyed the world around me. The world I would create.

It was amazing.

“Incest is the best!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. “Everyone! It’s okay to fuck who you want! You don’t have to feel guilty! You don’t have to be jealous! Love and sex aren’t the same! Be happy and have fun! Fuck right here!”

My sister nibbled on my clit.

“You!” I gasped at the watching guy. “Go fuck that woman in the red dress!” My eyes snapped to the woman across the street watching us with a shocked look. “You, get down on your knees and enjoy yourself!”

She obeyed. He obeyed. It was so hot. I could make anyone do anything!

“You, fuck your wife bent over that car!” I moaned at a couple. “And you, suck that boy’s dick!” A busty MILF darted to the youth holding a skateboard filming our incestuous passion with his phone. “Don’t stop recording while she blows you!”

“Fuck, naw, chicky!” he said as the MILF fell to her knees and attacked his jeans.

This was amazing. I made sex happen wherever I went. I would make everyone so happy. Moans burst around us. Flesh slapped flesh as bystanders joined the fun. My little sister’s tongue gave me as much bliss as the passion I created around us.

“Oh, my fucking god!” moaned the woman in the red dress.

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped the wife getting fucked bent over the car.

“Fuck, yeah!” panted the boy getting a blowjob from the sexy MILF.

“Sex is amazing!” I moaned, my sister’s tongue fluttering through my folds. “Oh, fuck yes!”

I came hard.

I exploded on my little sister’s mouth. Her tongue lapped up the cream flooding out of me. My round tits quivered, rubbing against June’s and Kaitlyn’s breasts. I held them tight to me as my pleasure surged through me.

Waves of ecstasy washed into my brain. The bliss spilled over my thoughts, smothering them in such wondrous passion. I groaned. My eyes fluttered. I bucked and smeared my pussy on my sister’s face. I drowned her in my passion.

She licked it all up.

“Oh, fuck, yeah!” panted June. “Oh, Lily! Oh, Lily, yes!”

“Mom!” squealed Kaitlyn.

All three of us were coming. We were all embracing the incestuous bliss exploding through us. It was amazing. I loved my mind-control powers. I gasped and shuddered as the bliss surged through me. That wondrous heat spilled through my body. It left me panting, gasping, my head dizzy with bliss.

I never wanted this delight to end. I wanted to keep experiencing such rapture. My eyes rolled back in my head. I groaned, this dizzy lust spilling through me. I shook my head, sucking in deep breaths as my heart pounded in my chest.

“Oh, wow,” groaned Kaitlyn beside me. “Oh, Mom, that was incredible.” Her large tits rose and fell. “Mmm, you are an amazing pussy licker!”

“So are you, Lily!” June panted, her face flushed.

Lily’s cute face pulled from her sister’s pussy. Juices were smeared across her features. She licked her lips. “Really?”

“Really,” June said and pulled Lily to her feet. The two sisters shared a hot, incestuous kiss.

My heart quivered. I made this happen. Just like I made all the lust around me happen.

Lucilla popped up, her lips smeared in my sweet cream. She threw her arms around my neck, rose up on her tiptoes, and kissed me with such passion on the mouth. I groaned, loving the flavor of my incestuous cream smeared on her lips. Her tongue dueled with mine, making me shiver in delight. She was such a sexy thing.

I loved it.

Our breasts pressed tight. I slipped my arms from around Kaitlyn’s and June’s shoulders to hold my little sister tight to me. She wiggled. I knew her pussy was on fire. As much as I wanted to feast on her, I had an orgy to trigger.

I broke the kiss and moaned, “Come on, we’re almost to the fair.”

My little sister moaned and shivered.

I winked at her. “You’ll get off. I promise. While everyone watches.”

The six of us continued on, naked. As we neared the fairgrounds, there were more and more people for me to command. I set off mini-orgies of fucking and sucking. A woman was spit-roasted by her boyfriend and a burly biker. Two sisters were sixty-nining while their brother fucked their mother’s ass and dad enjoyed her pussy. I left another woman with a line of guys eager to gangbang her one after the other. A cop controlling traffic got his very own naughty slut to suck his cock while he did it.

I gave out my commands to everyone. There were so many people. It was incredible. I felt not a twinge of pain as I rewrote hundreds of minds, my little sister clutching to my arm. Sometimes I added to my entourage. Always women related to each other. Another set of sisters, a busty mother and her sexy daughter, two cute cousins.

It was so hot being escorted by my growing delight of naked women. They all loved each other now, that was amazing. They would exchange kisses while I stopped to give commands. June was even fingering Lily as they walked, rubbing her hot pussy and making the eighteen-year-old girl gasp and shudder.

I worked my way through the fairgrounds towards the stage to the rodeo. It would be packed. Everyone always tried to get tickets to it. There would be thousands of people to dominate. I shivered in delight, so eager for this moment.

I left orgies in my wake. Naked people gasping and heaving as they fucked each other, loved each other without restraint. I clutched Lucilla’s hand in delight as I reached the entrance to the stadium. All those people in line fell on each other at my command.

“Hey, go fuck that cute redhead,” I told the burly cowboy letting people into the fair.

“Yes, ma’am, I will,” he said, tipping his hat and going to the busty hottie I pointed out.

I grinned and walked down the tunnel. The cheers of the rodeo built around me. There was an announcer talking. He was out in the center of the rodeo, getting ready to announce the next event. I smiled in delight and walked right up to the edge of the barrier separating me from the action.

The crowd around me gasped at the sight of my naked entourage. The MC, a middle-aged cowboy with a ruddy face, faltered in his words as he stared at me. I ordered him to hand over the mic. I was so wet, so ready to dominate a thousand people.

Yesterday, it hurt to rewrite just my sisters’ minds. But everything had changed. The final pieces were in place to truly let me dominate. I felt… energized by those twin voices whispering through my mind.

“Thanks,” I said, taking the microphone from him. I held it out to my voice, feeling the eyes of everyone staring at me. It was incredible. “Hello! I’m Serafina, and I’m your new Goddess! You all worship me! Obey me!”

A groan rippled through the crowd. My words reached them while my thoughts radiated around the stadium. I shuddered as I dominated all these thousands of people. My mind-control spread through them.

“You all love me!” I said.

They cheered for me. Their love reverberated through the stadium. They stood up, clapping their excitement. I shuddered in the midst of my lesbian entourage. My pussy felt so molten with all the power I had. I shifted my hips from side to side, surveying them all. This was such an incredible rush.

“I have amazing news for you all,” I said. “There’s no shame in sex. You are free to love whom you want. Incest is awesome! You definitely should try that out. There’s no jealousy any longer. Only joy. If your wife fucks another man, be happy for her. If your husband fucks another woman, join the fun! If you want to fuck your mom, do it! Want to suck cock, do it! Want to fuck your father, your brother, your sister, do it!

“That’s what I’m here to tell you. You want to fuck, there’s no shame in it. Even here. Because right now, you all want to fuck! Look around you. There’s bound to be someone you’re sitting nearby that makes you hard or wet! Have fun! Indulge! When you’re fucking each other, you’re loving me. And you all want to make me happy!”

I shuddered as the orgy exploded around me. The world disintegrated into passion. Clothing flew off across the entire stadium. I slowly turned, staring up at all the stands rising above me, a sea of humanity learning to love each other. It was so different.

“There is no more morality keeping us from the pleasures we want,” I said, my eyes falling on my little sister’s soaked bush. “That’s why I’m going to eat out my little sister right now!”

I threw the microphone down. A blare of feedback screeching through the auditorium, I fell down to my knees and buried my face into my sister’s bush. Her silky pubic hair caressed my mouth. My tongue flicked out, gathering her sweet pussy, a fresher flavor than my own cream. She gasped, staring down at me with such joy in her eyes.

This felt so right. I was given the Halo to change the world. And I would. I’d start here, but I knew my message would spread. All the gods’ messages would spread. There were twelve us serving the voices, expanding our powers farther and farther.

The sounds of passion echoed through the stadium as my tongue plunged deep into my little sister’s snatch. I stirred around in her, my hands gripping her ass. She grinned at me, her round breasts quivering.

I loved my powers. I was so glad I was chosen to be a Goddess.

…We knew you would do the right thing… the twin voices whispered in my mind. …We’re proud of you. Enjoy your little sister. When you’re done, there are more people you need to dominate…

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Alex Icke – Virgo

I felt lost as I stumbled through the bowels of the Institute. I thought this was all bullshit. That my family had devoted ourselves to Dr. Blavatsky and his wife, Dr. Bailey, for nothing. That they were just crazy. When Ulrich disrupted the plan and sent Henry Archer’s girlfriend the Virgo halo, that they were wrong.

And now…

My children were changed. My son and daughter were whispering in my thoughts. It was gentle, quite, but he could feel it. They needed him to dominate. They needed all the gods to dominate. The other gods and me were their Zodiacs, created to enslave and change the world as they came of age. I wasn’t rebelling.

I was acting just as Dr. Blavatsky predicted.

For the night, I’d lost my faith and now… Now I just felt used by Dr. Blavatsky. It wasn’t enlightenment that we were bringing mankind, it was slavery. We would change them through rewriting their minds. It was why all the gods had these abilities. Why Dr. Bailey had designed the Halo nanites to have these abilities, to give the gods sexual stamina. It must push them into sexual perversity, using the strongest drive in a human, to procreate, to propel them to use their powers on others.

I found myself in my mother’s office. I walked around the table and sat in her chair. Her computer was on. All the feeds were up. The new gods weren’t being monitored, when I grabbed the Halo, the drone teams hadn’t bothered to set up those spycams. But the older gods were being watched as they slowly spread their power through their communities.

I don’t know how long I sat there brooding. I didn’t know what to do. I could feel my children whispering, wanting me to go out and dominate. To share with the world my own view on it. That women should be submissive to their men. That only their master should breed them. Only when she was pregnant, could a woman allow another man to fuck her.

And only if her master allowed.

It was the same message my twin sister, the other half of my soul, wanted to share. She submitted to me. She wasn’t my slave because I made her. She was my slave by choice. Did it matter that my enslavement would allow my children to dominate?

Should I rebel or submit?

Could I rebel? I felt them on my mind. They were… pressuring me. And that was as infants. When they were grown, would their power be even stronger? Would the gods just be their slaves? Did I want to be their slave? Did it matter?

The door opened. My sister entered the office, her black hair clinging wet to her naked body. Her breasts were fuller, rounder, not the small mounds from before. Her nipples looked fatter, changed by her pregnancy. Her stomach was flat as normal. She sauntered to me, her hips swaying from side to side.

“You’re not nursing them?” I asked.

“They’re sleeping,” she said. “Dreaming of the future.”

She reached me and slipped onto my lap. Her hands slid up my naked chest. She smelled fresh of soap, just showered. Her arms slipped around me as she stared at me in the eyes, her dark eyes almost swallowing me.

“What’s wrong, Master?” she asked, her voice soft and sweet.

“We’re their slaves,” I muttered. “We’re not gods, but puppets.”

“And?” She arched an eyebrow. “Our parents are happy being our slaves. The world will be happy, too. So can we.”

She kissed me, her lips hot and delicious. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. My cock twitched. Her shaved pussy rubbed against my swelling dick. She was hot and juicy. I groaned, my eyes closing as my twin sister loved me.

“We’ll be together, Master,” she whispered through my mind, our thoughts linked by the nanites. We were one soul. “We’ll be happy serving our children. Those we dominate will be happy. We’ll spread our version of enlightenment. Our children won’t stop us. They want us to unleash our desires on the world. So, let’s do it.”

Her words were so seductive. I wanted to go out there and dominate. It ached in me. My thoughts brimmed with the power to mold people to me. I kissed my sister back, gripping her rump as she humped against me.

“We’re going to go out there and enslave them. For our children.” She giggled in my mind. “We’re following Dr. Blavatsky’s will still. We are going to bring about enlightenment. Our children will make humanity into one harmonious society. Isn’t that wonderful? No more pain and suffering. Just people happy and working towards a united goal.”

I groaned, squeezing her ass.

“You want that, don’t you, Master?” she asked. “I know you do. I can feel it. You don’t have to lose your faith. We were chosen. We’re special, Master. We’re the Gemini gods.” She broke the kiss and said out loud, “We’re going to make the world into a wonderful place.”

She arched her back, her swollen breasts swaying right before me. Her breast milk beaded on them. Milk leaked from them. It was such a delicious treat to see. I hungered for her. I wanted to suckle from her. To devour her.

I latched onto her breast. I suckled from her. Her milk squirted into my mouth. It was just such a treat. It was amazing. Her creamy milk splashed across my tongue. She tasted so sweet, different from cow’s milk. And warm…

The flavor melted on my tongue. I gripped her ass. I squeezed and kneaded her as I nursed from her. I gulped down her milk while her fingers slid through my hair. She nursed me. Her milk fed this hunger in me. It was incredible. A euphoric rush surged through me.

“Mmm, we’re going to help them change the world, aren’t we, Master?” she cooed.

“Yes,” I groaned. I felt so good. Her milk was divine. I suckled with noisy passion. Her cream squirted onto my mouth. “We are. We’re going to dominate the world. For them.”

“Yes!” she moaned, her pussy grinding on my cock. Her hips wiggled as I nursed, her hot snatch sliding up my hard cock until she reached the crown. Her pussy lips engulfed my tip.

I froze. I popped my mouth off her nipple as she engulfed my cock with her tight pussy. “You just gave birth. Aren’t you sore?”

“Nanites healed me,” she moaned. “Mmm, aren’t I as tight as ever? Just so wonderful and delicious. Mmm, doesn’t that just feel amazing as I slid down your cock, Master?”

“Yes,” I groaned, my fingers squeezing my twin sister’s rump.

“You have to breed me again, Master,” she moaned. “Our next children will be normal. But we’ll love them, won’t we?”

“Yes!” I groaned.

“We’ll make the world into a beautiful place for them, Master!” she moaned, her hips sliding her cock up and down my dick. Her pussy squeezed me. Her snatch caressed me. It was such a silky delight that made me groan. “We’re going to change it, Master! So breed me!”

“Yes!” I growled, my fingers squeezing into her rump. I kneaded her rump as she worked her pussy up and down my cock. “Work that cunt on my cock, slave! Make me cum! I’m going to breed you!”

“Yes, Master!” she gasped, the chair creaking as she slid up and down me.

Her pussy squeezed around my cock. Her snatch pleased me. It was incredible to enjoy. The chair creaked as she wiggled her hips from side to side. She stirred her pussy around my cock. The pleasure surged through me. She pumped up and down me. She massaged me.

I squeezed her rump. I massaged her ass. My fingers dug into her. I groaned as she stared into my eyes. She slammed down my cock. She worked her cunt around my dick, squeezing, massaging me. My toes curled as her milk-laden tits jiggled before me.

I ducked my head down. I latched onto her nipple and suckled.

Her pussy squeezed hard around my dick. I growled as the pleasure surged through me. Her pussy melted around my cock. It was an incredible delight. It was an amazing thrill. I reveled in it. It felt so amazing to enjoy. Her pussy slammed down me again and again as her sweet milk spilled over my mouth.

“Master!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, yes! I love nursing you, Master! My milk is yours! My nanites produce so much! I can nurse you and our children!”

“Good,” I growled as her cunt slid up and down my cock. It was an incredible delight to enjoy. “I’m going to nurse from you every day! I own your milk! Your body!”

“You do, Master! I’m your goddess-slave! Your sister-slut!”

I nursed with hunger from my twin. I gulped down her milk as my balls grew tighter and tighter. Her cunt squeezed around my dick. She rose up and down my shaft faster and faster. The friction of her tight pussy transformed into pleasure that raced down my body.

She slammed down my cock, engulfing me again and again. I loved being in her hot warmth. My twin sister loved me. She held me to her breasts as she fucked me. I gulped down that sweet cream as I came closer and closer to erupting.

“Cum!” I commanded her with my mind. “Cum on my dick! Milk my jizz out of my balls! I’m breeding you!”

“Yes, Master!” she howled in my mind as she cried out in wordless bliss.

Her pussy convulsed around me.

She slammed down my dick. Her spasming pussy writhed around my cock. It was such a sweet delight to experience. Her flesh sucked at my balls. They tensed. My hands squeezed into her rump. I suckled hard from her nipple.

Milk splashed sweet into my mouth.

Pleasure exploded in my balls.

My incestuous seed fired into her cunt.

Her pussy spasmed hard around my cock, milking my jizz out of my balls. I groaned, stars bursting across my vision as I pumped her full of so much cum. It was incredible. This powerful pleasure slammed into my mind. My eyes squeezed shut.

“Master!” she howled. “Breed me!”

Her pussy drained my balls. Every blast sent a rush of bliss through me. For a wondrous moment, I was in heaven. I was united as close as I could be to my twin sister. We were one for that brief moment again.

Then my orgasm passed.

I released her nipple and leaned back in the chair. She pressed her body against me. She squirmed on me, feeling so lithe. I shuddered as her pussy wiggled around my still-hard cock. She kissed me, tasting her own milk.

“What are we going to do, Master?” she asked.

“Spread our divine word,” I told her. “There are women out there that need to learn the joys of submitting to their man.”

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Adam – Ophiuchus

“Our plan succeeded,” I sent telepathically to my now twin sister. “We live again. Your nanites worked.”

We were still in these infant bodies, but they would grow. Alexis’s nanite-infused milk would feed the same nanites that infused our bodies. We chose her and her brother to produce healthy twins, scrying the future, delving into the esoteric, to create a better future. Our future. Science and metaphysics wedded together. Everything proceeded so that our nanites would transform these Alex and Alexis’s children into the earthly vessels, allowing us to be reborn.

“Yes, I can connect to all the nodes,” Eve, my sister-wife’s new name, sent. “All twelve are active and where they should be. We just have to grow up, and then we shall change the world.”

“Reshape it,” I agreed. “We shall deliver an earthly salvation. Mankind will not go extinct, but will be transformed.”

I couldn’t wait to the see the fruits of our labors. When we ended our first earthly existence, placing our future into the hands of Deidre Icke and the rest of our followers, it was a gamble. Giving up our lives for godhood.

We did it. Apotheosis achieved.

The END

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And introduction to Jia’s family and their fun

Jia’s Awakening Ch 4 1/2 : Jessa’s Story and Family Secrets

Author’s note: This actually takes place between chapters 4 and 5.

She got home from school and threw down her backpack beside the door. Again, no homework that day, so Jessa could relax. Next she stripped off her tshirt and skirt, leaving her wearing nothing but panties. Jessa looked at herself in the mirror, wishing that her boobies would start growing like the other girls in her grade 6 class. But she knew that she had genetics working against her, as her older sister Jia was 15 and still barely had begun to fill out in the chest.

Still, she found herself liking what she saw in the mirror. A cute slim girl with low cut ‘Hello Kitty’ pink panties on, with her glasses and her hair in braided pigtails. She smiled and reached up and gave her preteen nipples a couple pinches. They were just a shade darker than her Filipina skin, but they were there, and were quite sensitive. She was eager to have her sister come home soon so they could play, so she didn’t put a hand in her panties yet. And their mom wouldn’t be home till after her classes at college finished early in the evening.

She grinned at the idea that no one would suspect this bookworm of a girl to be so wild once she got naked. But nothing seemed wrong with it to her, as her entire life she’d been living like this. Jjust last year did the tickling feelings turn into pleasure feelings, so she was just like her sister and mom now, able to enjoy all the physical pleasures that girls could bring each other. But it was kept a secret, just for her little family to know, plus their aunt that lived nearby.

Jessa sat down to watch TV. After an hour, she realized her sister was late. She called her cell phone, but there was no answer. Jessa was a bit sad, as she had been a little worked up from gym class today, seeing all of her classmates changing. She really wanted some loving relief. She could masturbate herself, but it was always more enjoyable to have Jia’s or her mom’s tongue work her little clitty and pussy.

Finally, around 7pm, Jia got home. Jessa could tell her sister was exhausted and a little bit flushed too. She wondered what happened.

“Jia, where were you? I’ve been home all alone for 3 hours, and I was really horny and wanted to play together!” Jessa complained to her older sister.

“I’m sorry sis. I went with Erica over to a friend’s place, and time slipped away, and I’m really tired and just want to sleep for awhile. OK?” Jia replied.

“Awwwww Jia! What were you all doing?” Jessa whined as she watched her older sister begin to take off her clothes.

“Umm, just talking and such, but I’ll tell you more later, I just want to lay down”

“OK, I’ll cuddle with you until mom gets home if you want”

“Yeah right kiddo. I know how you work, you’ll cuddle with me and then try to get your way.” Jia poked fun at her little sister as she finished taking off all her clothes.

“No really, I just want to feel you…” Jessa was replying when she got a look at Jia’s pussy, which was swollen and reddish. “Jia, what have you been up to? I can see you’re all swelled up down there!”

Jia looked at herself in the mirror and saw what Jessa spotted. It really was hard to miss. She beckoned to Jessa to then join her on the bed and took her in her arms.

“Well sweetie, I went with my friend Erica to the home of a neighbour of hers. She’s been enjoying going over there and she told me all about it and wonderful it was, so I decided I finally wanted to try.” Jia paused, then continued with a big smile on her face “I got my cherry taken today by this great guy!” Then she hugged her little sister to her.

“WHAT?!!” Jessa exclaimed. “I thought you didn’t like boys”

“He’s not a boy, he’s a man! And well equipped to please! And he was gentle and wonderful and sweet and can last a long time compared to boys”

“How do you know? Didn’t you just say he took your cherry? What’s going on? How many boys have you been with? I thought that it was just me and mom and auntie!” Jessa shot back rapidfire questions, feeling confused and betrayed.

“Slow down little sister, don’t worry” Jia tried comforting the agitated 11 year old in her arms who was fighting to back away.

“OK, first, I’ve never had full sex with a boy. They just like to have us girls use our hands and mouths sometimes to make them cum. It’s really easy with the boys at school, as it takes just a few minutes, and after they shoot they don’t care about anything else. Me and many of the girls at school do it to get the boys to do things we want them to do, like buy us stuff and such.” Jia explained.

“As for how many, none of your business little sister!” Jia laughed. “But today, Jeff was the first guy to actually put his thing inside me. And he’s older and has lots of self control. He even did Erica for a while as she licked me before he did it to me. Oh my god it was soo good!”

“So you liked it?” Jessa asked tentatively.

“Oh yess, it was incredible” Jia started to gush. But then she saw the look on Jessa’s face. “But baby, it’s not like when we’re together. It’s different. I won’t ever stop loving you or playing with you!” she tried to reassure her sister.

“Really?”

“Really!” Jia told her, then bent down and gave her a big kiss.

“Goodie, I like it too much, and no one else will be as much fun as you and mommy”

Suddenly Jia felt her sister’s fingers probing her sensitive swollen pussy.

“Hey!!” Jia exclaimed.

“I wanna see what it looks like down there. See if you are all loose and saggy!” Jessa teased before she dove her face between her older sister’s legs.

“AAAHHHH Jessa!! Be careful! I’m really sensitive and a bit sore!”

Jessa lifted her face and had a mischievous smile and replied “Goodie!”

Then the preteen bent down and ran her tongue all along the reddened pussy of her older sister. She was rewarded with a loud gasp and body spasm, plus a yummy taste of pussy juice. She then spread the fat little pussy lips and began flicking her tiny tongue all over Jia’s glistening clitty. In just a few minutes, Jessa managed to bring her older sister to orgasm, as she worked over the freshly fucked pussy.

At that moment Prissie walked in on her two daughters.

“Wow, do you two ever stop? You’d think you were boys by how much sex you have!” Prissie teased her daughters with.

“Mommy!” Jessa shouted and jumped up to hug and kiss her mom. Prissie enjoyed kissing the girls right after they had been licking the other, getting to taste some of the juices herself.

“Guess what mom! Jia’s not a virgin anymore. She fucked a man after school!” Jessa told Prissie excitedly.

“JESSA!!!” Jia shouted at her tattletale little sister.

Prissie looked from daughter to daughter, then finally said to Jia “Did you enjoy it sweetie? Are you OK?”

“I’m fine mom. He’s a great guy that my friend Erica has been fucking for a few weeks. He wasn’t like the boys at school who shoot in a couple minutes! He fucked us both and then after we showered together and I got to swallow his white stuff. I really liked it” Jia confessed to her mom.

“How old was he?” Prissie asked, expecting somewhere between 20 and 25.

“I think he’s 35 or 36. But he’s got a wonderful cock and is very gentle and knows just when to go harder and when to be softer. He’s not like being with a girl though, and I never want to give up that, but I really did enjoy being fucked too” Jia explained.

Prissie could understand only too well. She had begun fucking at a much younger age of 8, though it was done by force at first, and then for money later, until she was sold to a master and brought to Canada. Then she found herself pregnant when she was 13 years old and cast out by her owner. She had enjoyed the feeling of all the men’s cocks in her young pussy so much. To pay all her bills, she had had sold herself to men as she raised Jia, but after she got pregnant with Jessa she stopped having sex with men altogether. To her shame, she actually had no idea who the father was of either of her daughters. Her older sister Gemma, who had also been sold to a master in the US, eventually found her and came to Canada and helped out with raising her kids. And as time went on, the sisters eventually they became lovers as they had no taboos left due to their time in captivity, which led to how the two of them raised Prissie’s daughters.

“Baby, did you let him shoot inside of you?” Prissie asked her daughter out of concern she might get pregnant.

“Umm, yess, but I just finished my period yesterday so it should be safe, right?” Jia answered.

“Yes baby you should be. But if you are going to do this more, we need to get you some protection like going on the pill”

“I don’t know how much I might do it, but he was really nice and it felt good to have him cum inside me” Jia confessed.

Prissie decided and told her daughter “Well let’s get you a doctor’s appointment and get you on the pill. I’ll take care of getting it all set up and let you know when.”

She got up and kissed her mom and gave her hug saying “Thanks!!”

Then Jessa spoke up “Well I’m never going to let a boy fuck me down there! So I don’t have to worry about that. I only like you two and auntie.”

Prissie kissed her daughter on the forehead and told her “And that’s just fine baby. You can do what you want with your body.” She never wanted what happened to her to happen to her girls.

Then Prissie got undressed and climbed into the bath, while her daughters returned to their previous play.

Jessa wanted her turn at being pleasured now, so as her mom went to the bathroom to bath, she climbed on the bed and called her older sister over. She opened he legs as she laid back, making her wet little slit visible. Jia giggled and climbed onto the bed between her kid sister’s legs. She used two fingers to spread those little lips that were still naturally bare, and took in the site of her inner wet pink. She teased her little sister with another finger, rubbing it up and down. She got it quite wet, and then pushed it in a tiny bit, only to meet the resistance of Jessa’s intact hymen. It made the 11 year old jump a bit, but soon she felt the warm caress of her sister’s tongue.

Jessa was like a little firecracker with sex, and it took less than a minutes before her first orgasm flashed through her young body. As it did, she let out a high pitched squeal and her entire body spasmed. Though hers didn’t last as long as her sister’s or mom’s orgasms, Jessa certainly enjoyed them very much and always wanted more. And it didn’t take much for her to have more. In the next 15 minutes, she had nearly 1 every minute as her sister licked her tiny preteen pussy. She just seemed to get more sensitive as each orgasm built on the last. Finally, she had one massive explosion between her legs that left her nearly unconscious and limp. Jia knew when her little sister had finally finished, otherwise she wasn’t allowed to stop.

Jia climbed up and lay beside her sibling, holding her head on her chest. Jessa realized this on some level and her little tongue and lips sought out Jia’s breast and nipple. They lay like that for awhile, with Jessa gently suckling on her older sister. But it wasn’t maternal for Jia and she got excited again by this. She was enjoying it immensely, feeling pleasure building inside. She didn’t want to touch herself, and wondered if she could actually achieve an orgasm from just her sister licking her sensitive nipple.

After awhile of her enjoying this, she felt the bed move and her mom joined them on the shared family bed. She knew what her mom would probably do, which was climb down between her legs, but she wanted to try something different.

Without opening her eyes, Jia stretched out an arm to her and said “Momma, can you lick my other nipple. And don’t play with me down there. I feel sooo nice and I think if you both lick my nipples, I might be able to have a orgasm like this”

The answer came in feeling a tongue and lips at her free nipple. Jia inhaled sharply at the feeling. While she’d had two girls do this before, she seemed to be in a much more excited and sensitive state than ever before, and this was feeling absolutely magical.

Prissie used her hands to rouse her younger daughter, and Jessa caught on quickly that they were both supposed to just continue sucking on the teenagers small sensitive nipples. Jessa worked her sister’s little nipple with fervor. She flicked her tiny tongue quickly back and forth followed by some hard sucking and then repeated some more. She could see her mommy doing the same kinds of actions to the other one.

Jia could feel the sexual tension building inside of her. It didn’t level off at any point, but was growing and growing like a balloon. She knew that if she touched her pussy at any point, it would cause that balloon to burst, and her orgasm would also explode. But she wanted more and more, so she didn’t touch herself. Also she noticed that this pleasure wan’t building between her legs at her clitty like most, but a little higher up and inside her tummy. Suddenly without warning, a warm glow seemed to envelope her entire body. She arched her back as her nipples became like pinpoints of ecstasy. Her breath was caught in her throat and she could not even cry out to express the feelings that overwhelmed her senses. It went on for a long time like this, seeming to be half of forever, before she ran out of energy and just collapsed. Jia was more than satiated now from all the experiences of the day, and she fell asleep before she knew it.

Jessa was amazed to see her sister like this, and when she fell asleep, her mom assured her that it was all good. So Jessa just curled up against her sister and also fell asleep.

Prissie looked at her two daughters, and knew that a new chapter of their love and sexuality was starting. There would be some tough times with the changes she knew would come, but she also wanted to prepare her girls for it. She came up with some ideas, but for now, she got up and went to work on the homework she had from class today. Her teacher was male, so she couldn’t seduce this one to get a better grade, which left hard work as the only option.

For anyone watching, they would think this was three sisters, as that is how they told their story. Partly to conceal Prissie’s past as it would raise too many questions. Prissie was just 13 years older than her teenage daughter, which is not an unheard of difference for sisters, especially since part of their story was that their mother remarried and the two younger ones were from that second relationship.

Anyone watching would have also found them incredibly sexy to watch. Jia and Jessa were very similar to one another with slender bodies, just one older than the other. They each has cute little bums, though Jia had small swells for breasts where Jessa was still flat chested. And while Jessa’s pussy was still bare, Jia’s was bare only because she shaved it, but she liked the younger look of a bare pussy. Their mom/sister was quite different thought. Prissie, at 28, had lovely C cup tits that were capped by small brown nipples. Her body was a bit wider and more womanly, though she did have the same nicely rounded ass as her daughters. And she didn’t completely shave herself, but kept it trimmed short. Their only other regular playmate was Prissie’s sister Gemma, who was similar in body to Prissie, but she was about 3 inches taller, and not quite as beautiful. Sometimes Prissie and Jia would be with other girls and women, but no one brought those lovers home. At their home it was just for family. They mostly were naked or in panties around the apartment, with robes in the front closet in case a visitor showed up suddenly and they needed to cover themselves. And in the summer, they would sometimes go to the nudist beach to enjoy the sun together. Life overall was pretty good now.

The next morning, Prissie woke up the girls and told them they were about to learn something new. They were a bit curious as to what she meant.

“Girls, there may be times where you will want or need to get something from a man. The best way is by using your feminine charms, also known as your bodies.” The girls giggled at that, and Prissie continued “Unfortunately it also means that they probably will want to fuck you, but you don’t want to get pregnant. So I’m going to start training you today on a girl’s best trick, which will make any man do anything you want.”

They both stared at her wide eyed waiting for her to tell them.

“It’s called anal sex. Men seem to love the chance to stick their cocks in a girl’s butt. Especially young girls like you. Fortunately, anal sex is easier to get used to when you are smaller than pussy sex, Jessa.”

Her daughters giggled, as they couldn’t believe what she was saying.

“OK, Jia you are taller than me right?” Prissie asked.

“Yes, by an inch or so”

“Do you think you could take 10 inches of penis or toy in your bum?”

Jia replied “No way! I’m not sure anything would fit back there!”

Prissie just smiled, then turned around and bent over a bit. As her cheeks spread, the girls could see the base of a dildo. Prissie grabbed it and began to pull it out. But it felt so good, before it was halfway out, she pushed it all the way back in again. She let out a moan as she did this. It had been a long time since she had put anything up her ass before this demonstration for her girls, and she had forgotten how wonderful it felt. Finally though, she slowly slid the entire thing out of her. She knew her girls could see her asshole gaping wide right now, but probably they were watching the 12″ dildo that was now hanging down beside her ass.

She stood fully upright again and turned around to see her girls completely shocked and she laughed.

“Within a month, you will both be able to do the same thing, and this toy is actually 12 inches long. But for today we’re going to start off simply by learning to stimulate each other’s ass” Prissie explained.

Jia was wet already, as she’d had a few girlfriends lick her ass, and she knew how much she enjoyed it. Jessa was quite apprehensive, as she thought this was only something the girls in porn films did, but she also trusted her mom.

“Now both of you get on your hands and knees, and face away from me.” Prissie told her girls and they obeyed.

Then Prissie got down behind them and first spread Jia’s cute ass, revealing the little brown rosehole. She admired it for a moment, then said “Jia, describe to Jessa what you are feeling OK” She then bent down and began to flick her tongue over the teenagers tight little butt-hole.

Jia gasped and her eyes rolled back as she felt that firm tongue of her mom’s play with her bum hole. It was obvious to her that her mom knew what she was doing, as it felt so much better than the girls from school. They were more experimental, but her mom had over 15 years experience, and was now using that on Jia.

“Well someone seems to really enjoy this” Prissie commented as she pulled back and saw her older daughter’s pussy slit glistening wetly. “It helps alot if you play with yourselves while receiving anal stimulation, as it enhances the entire experience.”

Jia didn’t need a second invitation, and she quickly had 2 fingers rubbing her pussy as she felt that knowing tongue return to licking her little asshole.

“Ooooooh it feels sooooo good Jessa. You should start playing with yourself now.” Jia told her little sister.

She heard a giggle, and then Jessa replied “I already am Jia. It’s sexy seeing how your back is jumping up and down as mom is licking you. I can tell how good you are feeling from that.”

Jia looked over and saw Jessa laying on her side with her legs spread, showing off her bare preteen pussy, though it was obscured by the young girl’s hand rubbing herself. Seeing her little sister like that, and feeling her own fingers and mom’s tongue pleasuring her, it was too much and Jia was suddenly thrown into a powerful but fast orgasm. She collapsed afterwards, working to catch her breath as she watched her mom move over to her little sister.

Jessa loved watching her sister’s body writhe in ecstasy, and it made her own little pussy just that much more wet. After Jia fell to the bed, her mom moved over to her, moving Jessa onto her back, spreading her legs and pushing them back. Jessa kept playing with herself as her mom knelt down and lowered her face. Jessa was anxious about how it would all feel. Suddenly she felt a warm firmness pressing at her bum. Her mom started by licking her little cheeks, and it was feeling nice, especially as her own fingers were rubbing her eleven year old pussy and clit. Then she felt her ass cheeks pulled wider and that warm firm tongue pressed directly in between. The shock startled her and her entire body twitched and she let out a sharp cry of surprise. But her mom didn’t let up and continued to flick her tongue on that tiny butthole. After a few more licks, it was becoming more pleasing that shocking. And just like usual, Jessa began having rapid fire little orgasms soon, though there were a little more intense and lasted longer.

After Jessa had enjoyed five of these dual pleasure orgasms, Prissie backed off and looked down at her younger daughter laying there in a state of euphoria. This was a wonderful way to introduce her precious girls to the world of anal play, though it seemed obvious to her that Jia had done some exploring already from how she had welcomed the licking. She wanted to show the girls the pleasures of various types of sex play before it was forced upon them roughly by someone who didn’t care for them and was just doing it for their own selfish pleasure. Her daughters would probably end up being just as wild as she herself was forced to be, but they would have much more fun with it.

As she sat there thinking, Prissie suddenly felt herself being pulled backwards. She was flat on her back, surprised, and saw her older daughter above her. Before she knew what was going on, one wrist was handcuffed to the headboard, and shortly after that the other one too.

“Jia, what are you doing?” she asked her daughter, but knowing that she was probably going to enjoy whatever plans were in her mind.

Her daughter just giggled, and then straddled her mom’s face and placed her very wet pussy over her mouth and sat down. She felt her mom’s tongue began licking her eagerly.

“Jessa, come over here and join us, and bring that long dildo too” Jia told her younger sister. As Jessa climbed over, she grabbed her mom’s ankles and pulled them apart and back. Jessa got the idea, and she placed the dildo tip at her mom’s still gaping asshole and began to push it in. They heard their mom gasp loudly into Jia’s pussy that covered her mouth. Jessa then began to lick her mom’s wet pussy as she pushed the dildo in deeper and deeper. Prissie’s body was twisting around as she felt this double pleasuring, and the girls loved seeing their mom like this.

Jessa had the dildo almost all the way up her mom’s ass, and it was shocking to think that so much could fit up there. She was also having trouble holding onto the big dildo with her little hands as her mom’s hips were twitching and moving around.

Then Jessa had a kinky idea. She looked up at her big sister and said “Jia, watch this!”

She pulled the big dildo out of her mom’s ass, and she saw how it gaped open. She then put her fingers up to the ass and 4 slipped in easily and she began fingering her mom’s asshole. She grinned and looked up and saw Jia watching this action, though she could tell that her older sister was in a haze of pleasure. Jessa worked on jamming her fingers in and out deeper and deeper. Then she had to slip her thumb in too so she could push in farther, when suddenly her entire hand was pulled up inside her mom’s asshole. Jessa felt an incredible pressure clamp down on her wrist and she couldn’t move her hand at all. At the same time their mom let out a very loud cry.

At first Jessa thought she’d hurt her mom, but soon she felt her mom wiggling her hips, seeming to pull her hand deeper. She also could hear Prissie gasping “Deeper, oh god deeper” over and over. Jessa began to push her hand in and then would pull it back. Slowly she could tell she was getting deeper and deeper. She also went back to licking her mom’s pussy while at the same time fisting her ass. Soon she could feel that her tiny arm was buried nearly up the the elbow in her mom’s ass. She licked madly at her clit and could hear her mom’s pleasure building.

An incredible pressure then grabbed her arm and Jessa could feel her mom’s orgasm spasming up and down the arm she had buried in her mom’s tight asshole. At the same time she felt Prissie’s body convulsing and moving wildly against her tongue. Jessa also heard her mom’s cries of joy, muffled by Jia’s pussy that was still planted over Prissie’s lips. The orgasm seemed to go on for a long time, and Jessa felt happy that she could give her mom such good feelings.

Slowly she began to withdraw her arm and hand from her mom’s back door, and it came out with a wet ‘pop’. The three of them lay side by side and drifted off into a very content sleep.

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The four of us got out of the black cab on Wardour Street and let Jay lead the way. I had a feeling that I knew where she was leading us and was soon proved right when we arrived at the red door of Kenny’s, the gloryhole and sex cinema venue of our visit the evening before

Building a Dream: Part Nine

Continues on from when we left the spa and arrived in Soho, Jay’s choice of destination.

The four of us got out of the black cab on Wardour Street and let Jay lead the way. I had a feeling that I knew where she was leading us and was soon proved right when we arrived at the red door of Kenny’s, the gloryhole and sex cinema venue of our visit the evening before. The peep show next door had its door shut with a ‘closed for private function,’ sign hanging on it. I felt a little flutter with the thought that maybe Katy had been here earlier to do the girls make up and would still be around. I pushed that thought to one side as Jay was already a few paces ahead and had already marched up to the red door and pressed the doorbell.

We caught up with her just as we heard the ’click’ of the door being unlocked allowing Jay to push it open and march down the corridor to where the owner Kenny sat reading the latest ‘Better Homes and Gardens’ magazine. Kenny looked up at us and before he could say, ‘Sixty,’ Jay handed over six tenner’s which he took and pressed the hidden button to unlock the door. He must have recognised us as he didn’t bother to tell us where the facilities were as we passed him, nodded a ‘hello,’ and climbed the stairs.

Reaching the top, Jay turned left and headed for the booths. Three of the booths at the far end were shut while the others were open and nobody was hanging around. Jay headed into the cinema room and exclaimed out loud, “Oh, for fucks sake,” when she saw it was empty. There was no film playing on the screen, several lights were on and dimmed, bathing the area with a soft glow and the only other person in the room was, to my delight, Katy, who was sat behind the counter and filling in a puzzle in Jason’s magazine. Looking up and seeing us when she heard Jay, she said excitedly, “Hi guys!” and walked around the counter to kiss and hug each one of us. “You’re back soon. I didn’t know if I would see you again.” Although the comment was for all of us, she seemed to be looking my way when she said it. She looked fantastic. Loose low-cut blouse with no bra, showing more than an eyeful of cleavage and a very short skirt.

“We thought we would pop in and say hi,” Manus said to Katy as she returned back to the other side of the counter.

“Ah, how sweet,” she replied sitting back down on the stool. Manus looked to each of us in turn and asked “Coffee?” We all nodded and Katy began making the drinks. “Bit quiet tonight. Has everyone been and gone?” Manus asked.

“It’s been quiet all evening. I made up the girls downstairs a couple of hours ago then came up to help out. We had a young couple came in who fooled about a bit by themselves then left. There’s a girl in one of the booths and a couple of regulars either side, but that’s it for now. I haven’t even bothered to put a film on if there’s nobody here to watch it. ” She passed the coffee’s over to us and looking up at Jay and Sara asked, “Your hairs wet. Have you been swimming?”

“No,” Sara replied. “We’ve been to a spa.”

“Ooh, fancy,” Katy said. “I bet that was nice.”

“Not really,” replied Jay taking her coffee and looking around the empty room. All of us, including Katy sensed Jay’s exasperation as she said this. She started to walk around sipping her coffee and looking around at the empty sofas, armchairs and folded down futons. Katy threw me a quizzical look but it was Sara who, leaning close to Katy and getting a good look down her top, quietly explained out of Jay’s hearing,

“It was a nudist spa and we think that Jay didn’t quite have enough fun. She was hoping for more, a lot more than she got, if you get my meaning.” Katy nodded along, showing that she understood what Sara meant.

“Ah, I see,” Katy replied quietly. “It was ‘that’ type of spa. I’ve heard there is one of those in London, but never thought to find out where. You’ll have to give me the address.” She reached down into her handbag and passed a small notebook to Sara with her pen who wrote the address of the spa and passed it back to her. Leaning forward to us but looking at me Katy asked quietly, “Was she after a threesome?”

Sara mouthed the word ‘gangbang,’ and Katy, wide-eyed, nodded in understanding. She then straightened up and said in a loud voice to all of us but mainly for Jay’s benefit,

“It’s quiet now, but there’s a stag party downstairs at the moment as I did the girls make up earlier. I reckon the owner might let them know that this place exists and, maybe, they’ll come up here later.” This got Jay’s attention and came over to the counter.

“Really?” she asked, a hint of excitement showing on her face.

“Yep,” Katy casually. “They were expecting at least a party of twelve. Providing the girls don’t give them all a private show in the VIP room, I reckon they’ll be a good bunch of very horny young men just itching to let loose.”

Just then we heard one of the booths unlock and a man of about fifty walked down the corridor and poked his head around the door gave a small wave of his hand and said, “I’m off, Katy love.”

“Okay Bill,” she replied waving back to him. “Hope your daughter gets that job. Take care”

“Will do,” he replied as he went through the exit door.

“He’s such a nice man, Bill.” Katy said to us. “He’s a regular. His wife died when they were in their early twenties. He was left to bring up a son and two daughters, which he did very well apparently. His son’s a paramedic, one daughter has her own estate agency and his other daughter has been headhunted from a city bank. Her interview’s tomorrow.”

“He never remarried then?” Manus asked. Katy shook her head and replied,

“No. He said he married into perfection and no one can ever match that. He loved her then; he loves her now and always will. True love never dies. He comes here every so often to meet his needs that every man has to do from time to time. He doesn’t see the other person on the other side of the wall so there’s no emotional connection. He’s such a nice man.”

We then heard another booth open and a younger man walked down the corridor, waved at Katy, and left. “That’s Tony,” Katy said. “Not much of a conversationalist but hung like a fucking horse.”

We laughed at her statement and had just stopped when a woman walked down the corridor from the booths and exited without paying attention to us. She looked to be in her mid-fifties, dressed like a typical middle-aged housewife, nothing sexy. She looked out of place. “We get all sorts here.” Katy remarked as we watched the woman leave.

“Katy,” Jay said approaching the counter. “I’m presuming you’ve got your make up kit with you? I haven’t had a chance to put any on after leaving the spa. I just need to borrow some, if that’s alright?” Katy leaned down and picked up a small toolbox to show she did and asked Jay,

“How about a proper makeover? I’ve got a hairdryer too.” She indicated both Jay’s and Sara’s hair that had been brushed straight and was still fairly damp. “Come on round and sit on the stool. I’ll do you too, Sara”

“Promises, promises,” said Sara quietly to me and Manus with a saucy wink.

Jay went around the counter and had her hair dried and brushed by Katy who then proceeded to expertly apply some make, transforming Jay’s appearance from pale-faced swimmer to glamour girl.

“Where’s Jason tonight?” asked Manus who, with Katy’s permission, was pouring us all another coffee.

“Tonight’s his book club. I think they were reading ‘Ulysses’ by James Joyce. He’ll be here later.”

Manus looked over at me with raised eyebrows. Yep, I was impressed too. A well-read supplier of porn relief for all.

“Thanks for this,” Jay said as she sneaked a look down Katy’s top at her neat, firm tits as she leaned forward over her. “No worries,” Katy replied smiling, knowing that Jay was looking at her tits and leaning a little further forward, “I owe you one.”

“What for?” Jay asked just before Katy applied some lip gloss.

“Katy replied quietly, “For letting me fuck your husband.” Jay let out a giggle and whispered, although we all heard it, “If tonight goes well, you can fuck him again.”

Katy turned to look at me smiling. I looked at Jay who winked at me as Katy quickly looked away and reached down for a make-up brush. Katy didn’t reply to the comment. I didn’t reply, but Manus and Sara were quietly laughing to themselves having heard the exchange.

“You’re all done,” said Katy as she stepped back to admire her handy work and held up a small mirror to show Jay how she looked. She looked great. The difference between apply your own and having it done professionally for you was stunning. She looked beautiful and very, very fuckable.

“Thanks you so much,” Jay said standing and hugging Katy. Katy dabbed her finger on Jay’s lips, checking they were dry before leaning up and giving her a quick peck. “I hope it goes well for you.” She bent down in front of me to put her make up box back under the counter and I noticed that she had no underwear on. Fuck I was getting horny. Whether it was the thought that Jay might get gangbanged soon or that I might get to fuck Katy again or both, I wasn’t sure. I just knew that I was going to fuck someone tonight.

Jay placed her shoulder bag behind the counter, came around the front and said to me quietly, “Are you okay with this? If not, we can leave and never mention it again.”

“I’m fine with it.” I replied taking her in my arms. “You need to scratch that ‘itch.’ If it happens, fine. But if no one comes up then we’ll leave here and I’ll fuck your brains out instead. Deal?”

“Deal.” She answered and put her arms around my neck and kissed me. Sara sat on the stool and Katy dried her hair for her before applying a light amount of makeup and also let her look down her top, not reacting. Once she was finished the four of us left Katy behind the counter and sat at a sofa on the side wall and finished our second cups of coffee.

“If anything happens tonight, don’t try to stop it.” Jay said, standing up and smoothing down her dress and checking that she looked okay.

“We won’t try to stop it,” Sara said. “But if it gets rough and we think you’re not comfortable or safe then we will step in. Sex is meant to be enjoyable, not abusing.”

“Okay, I appreciate that. Thanks” replied Jay. “But I’m going to sit on the sofa on my own. Act as if you’re not with me. Whatever happens, don’t let on. I want to act as if I came here alone and let whatever happens, happen.”

“We won’t,” said Sara winking. “But if there are too many, then I’ll help to, as you British say, ‘pick up the slack’.”

Jay laughed and gave us all a quick hug before sitting alone on the sofa that was set further back from the others but directly in the middle facing the screen. All the other sofas and armchairs was set at angles facing the screen but with a clear view of where Jay sat. Two folded down futons were in front of Jay at right angles to each other. I went back and leaned on the counter while Manus and Sara stayed on the sofa. It was angled off the wall and offered a clear view of where Jay sat.

Katy reached under the counter and turned the main lights down and then picked up a remote and pointed it at a sensor. A film started on the screen. It was British and called ‘Housewife Hattie.’ It started off with views across London before focussing on five lads walking down a street chatting. A woman is unloading her shopping from her car. Low cut top, big tits, short skirt. An offer to help her bring the shopping into her house followed which moved on to her complimenting all of them with their big strong muscles. Soon clothes were being shed, cocks were being sucked, pussy and arsehole being licked before the fucking began.

I watched for Jay’s reaction. She as watching and getting turned on. She had undone a couple of her dress buttons and had a hand fondling her breasts while the other reached under the hem of the dress.

Katy looked around at the entrance door which had remained shut since the woman left a good half-hour earlier. The film sound was loud enough for us to talk but not for Jay to hear us. Katy tugged at my shirt sleeve to get my attention so I moved my head down and she said quietly,

“Looks like I’ve got permission to fuck you again.” She smiled as she said this and I looked into her blue eyes. Fuck, she is beautiful.

“Nobody asked me,” I teased which got me a small playful slap on the arm as she giggled. “As if you’re going to turn me down.” She replied. “Come around here.” She said indicating the counter. I did so and leaned on the counter facing the room next to her. The other three were engrossed with the film. I could see Jays arm moving with her own masturbation and Sara had her head in Manus’s lap and was blowing him as he played with her big tits, now released from her dress.

I looked around and to the door several times but nobody entered. “Is it always this quiet?” I asked Katy.

“It gets like this sometimes. We could either be full to the rafters or dead, like now. It depends on who knows about this place. Kenny doesn’t advertise, it’s always by word of mouth. The peep show owner helps out by discretely telling his clientele. Wait and see, it sometimes picks up the later it gets.”

Katy then turned to me, reached up and began kissing me. I responded, putting my tongue into her mouth as she did the same with hers. I held her head and we explored each other’s mouths in a tight embrace. Given five minutes and I would have taken her and fucked her over the counter but loud shouts and cheers from the stairway behind the door told me that the stag night had arrived. I pulled away from Katy and looked at the others. Jay turned and looked towards the door as did Manus and Sara, Sara sitting up and pulling her dress top back up. The door flew open and in they came.

A large group of lads entered, all around the early twenties and fit, both in body and looks, apart from one. One lad was short and fatter than the rest and seemed to be holding a bunch of jackets. There’s always one friend who’s treated more like a dogsbody than a friend. The one who gets the drinks in all the time, who has to drive so others can drink and gets lumbered with carrying everyone else’s jackets while they all have a good time. The price to pay to be regarded as ‘one of the lads,’ and be allowed to socialise with them.

I counted twelve of them as they came through the door. All dressed smart-casual apart from one, obviously the stag, who was dressed as a baby with an oversized nappy with a bib around his neck and a large dummy hanging around his neck. Four went down to the booths and, finding nothing happening, joined the others in the cinema where they stood just inside the entrance watching the gangbang on screen. Sara was now sat up with Manus’s arm around her and was watching them. Jay had stopped masturbating and was sat as still as a rock, eyes fixed on the screen. The leader of this merry gang came up to the counter. I could smell the beer on him and could only imagine how much they had all drank before going to the peep show and then up the stairs at Kenny’s.

“Fourteen beers please love,” he said looking down at Katy and down her top before turning back to watch the action on the screen, as the others were.

“Sorry, we’re not licensed to sell alcohol,” she replied with a smile.

“What?” the lad replied, his manner turning to disbelief with an aggressive hint of ‘pissed off’. “You don’t sell fucking beer. What sort of shithole is this that doesn’t sell beer?”

“This sort.” I replied standing up straight as Katy stuttered for a reply. “We sell coffee, tea, soft drinks, water, snacks, but no alcohol.”

“Fuck this,” the lad said and walked back to the group announcing in a loud voice, “They don’t sell fucking beer.” Several voices of disbelief answered him and most of them looked in our direction, a few still looking at the screen and a couple eyeing up Jay, although no one made a move to go near her.

“I’m off to get my money back and find a pub. Who’s with me?” the lad announced in an assertive tone, walking back towards the door. Three lads made the move to follow but the others remained, including the stag and the small fat lad.

“Nah,” the stag replied, watching the screen before looking around to see who remained. “We’ll stay here for a bit and catch you up.”

“Fine. Fuck you lot then,” came the reply. “Tubs, you with us?” he shouted addressing the fat lad who had dumped the jackets down on an armchair.

“Er, no.” he answered with a small quiet voice. “I’ll stay with Danny.” He indicated the stag with his thumb and turned away, not wanting to look at the aggressive face of the obvious group leader.

“Suit yourself. Don’t get friction burns on that tiny dick of yours will you, you fat little fuck,” came the reply as the four lads left and the others turning and laughing at the insult made towards their ‘friend.’

“Aggressive rude tosser.” Katy said quietly, looking visibly relieved that he had left.

A few of the lads came up and ordered coffee and cold drinks that I helped Katy make up while the others sat around on the empty sofas and armchairs, none of them going near Jay who was still sat very still and not making any movement. Having been served, they sat on the same sofas as their friends or the only spare remaining armchairs. All were now watching the film and gave the occasional glance over to Jay, probably wondering why she was sat there alone.

Several minutes went by and the lads started making alcohol fuelled comments at the action on the screen, ignoring the fact that there were three women in the room. “Look at that,” “Go on, you slut, take it all,” “Fucking fuck her.” The woman was getting DP’d (double poled-one in the arse, one in the cunt) and certainly seemed to be enjoying it. A couple of the lads gave cheers, someone whistled and there was a big cheer when the guys on screen stood over and came over her face and open mouth.

The film ended and Katy quickly got another one showing. It was called ‘Bell-Enders,’ an obvious parody of EastEnders which started with a Kat Slater lookalike in a bad mock-up of the Queen Vic teasing a bunch of east end lads by fondling her tits. Another gangbang video. As the action on the screen got going I looked at Jay. I could just make out her head and shoulders and she still wasn’t moving. I think the reality of getting gangbanged as if she was alone might have been too much for her. I looked over at Manus and Sara who were just sat either watching the film or looking over at Jay, ready to protect her if needed.

“Well, this is dull.” Katy said, leaning on the counter with her hands on her chin. “I’ve seen this happen before. A group of tanked up lads come in, the booths are empty and there isn’t a bunch of naked women lying around waiting to be fucked like they have all probably seen online. They either sit and watch the porn, have a sneaky wank, fall asleep or get up and leave.”

“Jay won’t be happy if that happens,” I said. “Why haven’t they made a move on her? It wasn’t like this at the spa. All the men there were blatantly wanking in the open and weren’t shy in approaching her. Why did they bother coming up here?”

“Firstly,” Katy answered, “the spa is probably renowned for that sort of thing and is probably visited by complete strangers and sex is expected. Secondly, it was probably the idea of ‘Mr aggressive’ to come up here and him being the leader of the group, no one would argue with him and would just follow like sheep. Thirdly, this is a bunch of friends out on a stag night. They all know each well. They know their wives or girlfriends, their jobs, etc. They may have known each other all their lives. None of them will just get naked and make a move on her, especially not the stag. Fourthly, which is probably the main reason, Jay’s just sitting there watching the film. She’s not giving out any signs that she’s up for it.”

We both looked at the lads scattered around the room watching the film. A few of them were rubbing their cocks through their trousers but very discretely, trying not to be noticed by their friends. A few of them were glancing over at Jay now and then but the main focus for all was the film. Manus and Sara looked over at us and give a small shrug of the shoulders. They also seemed a bit perplexed that nothing was happening.

Katy started to undo her blouse and then removed it followed by her skirt and slipped her shoes off until she was totally naked. Her tits were firm and the nipples erect and the site of them and her gorgeous bald, smooth small cunt made my cock stat to twitch.

“She needs a prompt,” she whispered to me and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and walked over to Jay, swinging her arse as she went. She moved around to the front of Jay and I saw her hand Jay the bottle of water and then whisper something in Jays ear bending over as she did with her legs slightly apart. Katy’s hands were doing something to Jay but I couldn’t see what. All the lads saw whatever she was doing which broke their fixation on the film. They all leaned around to check out her arse and cunt when she bent over and started to smile and look at each other in disbelief. She then walked slowly back to me and I watched as every pair of eyes in the room followed her until she was behind the counter and putting her clothes back on again before turning back to Jay.

Once she was dressed, she leaned on the counter next to me and I whispered in her ear, “What did you say to her?”

“I told her that she needed to do something to get their attention otherwise they’ll leave. I pulled her top down and played with her nipples as I spoke to her. She’s now sat there with her tits out and on show. Let’s see what she does.” I could only see the back of Jays head as she unscrewed the bottle top and took a few sips of the cold water. Every pair of eyes was on her and she knew it. I could see some sort of arm movement from her and I assumed she was playing with her nipples.

A couple of the lads leaned around from where they sat to watch whatever Jay was doing, trying not to make it too obvious that they were doing so. I then saw her move up a bit and she slid her G-string off and threw it over her shoulder towards us. The lad’s eyes followed its path through the air before Katy put her hand up and quickly caught it. They watched Katy as she caught it and put it down her top, snuggled in those gorgeous tits.

Jay must have started masturbating as one arm movement indicated that she was rubbing up herself up and down slowly while the other seemed to be playing with her tits. A gangbang was showing on the screen; a woman with a cock in her arse was sucking another guy as another was reaching under and pinching her nipples. Jay seemed to be watching the film and wanking to it and this had certainly bought her to the attention of all in the room.

Katy took my hand and we walked around the counter and stood against the side wall level with Jay so we could watch whatever happened. Jay looked over briefly and then turned back to the screen. She had two fingers sliding in and out of her wet cunt, her other hand had moved down and was gently rubbing her clit and she started to breathe deeply as she wanked and watched a second cock going into the arse of the woman getting gangbanged. She started to look around at the lads in there and made eye contact with each one, making sure they were watching her. She opened her legs wider and sped her hand up and entered another finger. The lads were leaning forward and around the sofas from both sides and in front of her as she exhibited herself. None of them made any move to get up and go to her which, I imagined, was starting to frustrate her.

The stag, dressed only in the giant nappy and bib was watching her closely. He had turned right around from where he sat in front and to the side of her and made eye contact with her. Still keeping eye contact with him, Jay pulled her fingers out of her cunt and sucked each finger clean of her juices before pushing them back in and with her other hand, motioned him to come to her. He seemed hesitant but the other lads had seen this and said encouragingly, “Go on, Danny,” before the friend next to him pushed him of the sofa so he had to stand. He started to drunkenly laugh as he slowly walked over and stood in front of Jay, to the cheers and applause of his friends.

He stood over her with his hands on his hips. He seemed unsure what to do now he had moved over to her as commanded. Jay sat up and, moving her hands to either side of the nappy, pulled it down to his ankles revealing a very hard and quite big erection. The clapping and cheering from his friends increased when they saw this and got even louder when Jay gripped his cock and took it into her mouth. Keeping eye contact with him, she sucked on his helmet before leaning further forward and fed his entire length into her mouth and down to her throat.

You could have heard a pin drop. The lads had probably seen deep throating in a porn film but to see it in front of them, in real life, led to an instant silence. “Oh fuck!” one of his friends exclaimed as she started to bob her head back and forward showing the entire length sliding in and out of her mouth as she looked up at him. He put his hands on her head and started to move himself in and out of her mouth as she moved her hands around his arse cheeks and fed him into her. The lads were looking at each other in surprise as they watched their friend, he who would be walking down an aisle soon to marry, probably, a very pretty and loyal young girl, get a blow job in a porn cinema in front of everyone.

Jay stopped sucking, stood up and pulled her dress off becoming totally naked. She took his hand and led him to the futon where she laid down and opened her legs wide. He got down on his knees and buried his face into her cunt, licking and probing with his tongue and fingers while keeping himself hard with his other hand. Jay shut her eyes and started to pant, holding his head in place with one hand while pinching her nipples with the other as he licked, sucked, and nibbled her cunt lips and clit. He finger fucked her and started to concentrate on her clit with his tongue, flicking and rubbing it in circles as she started to respond with little yelps and jerking her hips.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck…OH FUCK!” Jay screamed as, out of nowhere, she suddenly came. Splashes of her juices hitting him on his face and hand as he mercilessly carried on the with finger banging and clit rubbing. Jay clamped his head and hands with her thighs, stopping him from moving as the orgasm swept through her before subsiding. She started to pant slower to get her breath back before slowly opening her legs and releasing him. The stag sat on the floor staring directly at Jay from between her parted legs. Jay wiped her hands over her face and looked down at him. He smiled back, still wanking his big cock and keeping it hard. His friends had given him a round of applause and he stood and gave a bow to them, earning a few cheers. He looked down at Jay and, I think, was about to walk away but stopped when Jay said,

“You haven’t finished yet.” She opened her legs wider and held her arms out to him. He ripped off the bib and stepped out of the nappy and in a flash was on her, his cock sliding into her as Jay let out a gasp as it reached its hilt, deep inside her. He started to fuck her, very quickly, in hard thrusts, his arse bouncing up and down as his cock sunk in then pulled out and back in again. His friends had now stood up and watched, not approaching them but watching and cheering him as he went. Jay clung on to his shoulders, panted and yelled as he fucked her but the pace was too quick. The alcohol and the situation around him all built up too much and he shouted, “FUCK…I’M GONNA CUM!” He pulled out of Jay and moved up to straddle her just as he came, wanking his load on Jays tits as she pushed them together, lines of cum hitting her in the big cleavage she had created. The lads all clapped as he emptied his load on her. Shouts of “Nice one, Danny,” and “Yes mate,” as he slowed his wanking until every last drop was on Jay.

Without a word, he slowly climbed off her and pulled the nappy on. He stood puffing to get his breath back before moving and leaning against the wall near where I and Katy stood. Kay went to the back of the counter then went up to Jay with some kitchen towel and a tub of wet wipes. She bent over Jay and mopped up the pool of cum settled there and threw them into a wastepaper bin. Jay took some of the wipes and wiped around her tits until they were clean of the stag’s cum. Katy took the used wipes and threw them in the same bin. She looked down at Jay and quietly asked, “Okay?”

Jay nodded and smiled at her then looked at the other lads who had all sat down again, the entertainment over. Seeing this her smile went and she looked up at Katy with a frustrated frown. I think she expected the others to join in afterwards but they had sat down again. Katy looked around and realised what was wrong. Jay sat up and Katy sat next to her and looked at the lads. They were occasionally looking at the girls but had started to watch the gangbang on the screen again.

Katy held Jay’s hand then loudly said to the lads, “Your friend, Danny is it?” The lads nodded, confirming his name as she continued. “Danny has got a big cock.” They all laughed and looked at Danny, who looked knackered and had slid down the wall and sat on the floor. The alcohol and quick fuck sapping his energy.

“It’s an impressive cock,” Katy continued. “But does anyone among you have a bigger one?”

They burst into laughter at this question. The alcohol making them a bit braver as most of them answered, “Yeah me,” or ”Mines fucking huge,” or “I’m hung like a fucking whale.”

Katy laughed at the brazen statements and then said with a straight face, “Prove it.”

The laughter died and they all looked around at each other, some embarrassed, others acting cocky, parting their hands as if their cock was like a big fish having been caught.

“All of you. Prove it.” Katy said standing and removing her blouse and slipping her skirt off. “Clothes off guys. The biggest gets to fuck her first,” she indicated with her thumb to Jay, still sitting naked on the bed. “The smallest last.”

“That’ll be you, Tubs,” someone shouted which was followed by laughter from the group, the insult aimed at the small fat lad who was sat at the back, trying not to be noticed. None of the lads moved though.

“I’m serious guys.” Katy continued. “You all claim to have some very big cocks, so prove it. Come on.” A couple of the lads decided to act macho and started to undress. They got naked and stood where they had undressed, hands on their hips as if proud to show their bodies and bravado. The others hesitated and then followed suit, dropping their clothes on the floor, and standing by the seats. All apart from the one known as Tubs, who slunk to the very back and sat in the corner, hoping to go unnoticed.

“Line up,” Katy ordered, indicating with her hand that they should stand in a line in front of the futon before her and Jay which they all did. A couple of them held their hands in front of their cocks, the others hands on hips or to their sides. All of the cocks were limp and were of different lengths and girth; some were circumcised, most not. Jay and Katy ran their eyes along the line of the six men stood before them. “Not bad,” Katy said as she put her arm around Jay. “But we want to see them hard. Let’s do something about that.” She leaned in and kissed Jay, open mouthed, tongue going into Jay’s mouth to be met by hers. Jay reached up and squeezed Katy’s tits while Katy reached down and started stroking Jay’s cunt lips and entered a finger, making Jay pull her mouth away and gasp.

The lads were now getting braver in front of each other and had started to rub their cocks watching the girls as they rubbed together each other’s tongues out of their mouths and Katy entered another finger into Jay. Jay pinched Katy’s nipples making her moan against Jay’s tongue as Katy finger fucked her while Jay opened her legs wider to allow the lads to watch clearly the actions of the fingers going in and out as her cunt got wetter and wetter. Katy then pulled away, turned and faced the lads who were all stood before them with cocks fully erect and being rubbed to keep them so.

“Which one do you think?” Katy asked Jay as they both looked up and down the line. Jay looked from left to right and settled on a guy stood at the end. He clearly had the largest cock, but not the thickest. “Him,” she said.

“Good choice,” Katy said standing and picking up her clothes. She went up to the lad, gripped the big cock and said in a loud and clear voice, “Off you go then. Fuck her.” The lad moved towards Jay who sat up and took him in immediately into her mouth, holding on to his arse to pull him into her. Katy went to walk away but went and stood in front of the lads and said, “By the way, you can all fuck her,” and then holding her hand to the side of her mouth as if to impart a secret she said in a loud exaggerated whisper, “ she also loves anal, and that.” She pointed to the screen where a girl was getting DP’d. The lads looked at each other, gave a bit of a drunken laugh then headed to where Jay was deep throating their friend.

Katy stood next to me and got dressed before asking me, “Was it okay to say that?”

“Yes, that’s absolutely fine. She’s never done that though.” I said nodding towards the girl with a cock in her arse, cunt, and mouth on screen.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything.” Katy replied and led me by the hand behind the counter where she poured us both a coffee. We leaned with our elbows on the counter watching what was happening to Jay. Manus and Sara were watching closely too, checking that she wasn’t in any distressed with what was being done to her.

Jay was now flat on her back, legs opened wide with the lad fucking her and two others with their cocks either side of her mouth which she alternated between sucking them while panting as the cock thrust into her. Other hands were on her tits and on their own cocks, rubbing and waiting their turn. The disadvantage of an excess of alcohol is the short time it takes to cum. The lad had only been fucking her for five minutes before he started to shout, “YES, YES!” and moved out of her and shot his load over her stomach. He slowed his hand on his cock and shook the last drops on to her and moved off her to be immediately replaced by another who slid his cock into her and held her legs up high as he plunged quickly into her, fast thrusts thumping hard into her. Two of the lads grabbed her feet and held them up and wide allowing the lad fucking her to get a better rhythm with plunging deep into her. Jay still sucked any cock offered to her from all sides and occasionally screamed as someone got a bit rough on a nipple by either pinching too hard or by biting too hard.

The lad fucking her stopped and withdrew, allowing Jay the chance to grab some wet-wipes and wipe the cum off her stomach. Having discarded the wipes, Jay turned over and got on all fours. The lad got his cock back into her and held her hips for leverage as he pumped away at her. A lad was knelt in front of Jay holding her head as he face fucked her, his cock sliding easily down into her mouth and throat and the look on his face revealed that the experience was something he had never had before. He moved out to be replaced by another and then a few minutes later another. The lads alternated fucking her mouth moving to the side to allow the next person in.

The lad fucking Jay moved his finger to her arsehole and started to probe with his tip. Jay moaned through the cock in her mouth, removed it and said to the lad in her cunt, “No, use lube.”

Katy heard this and took a tube down to the guys. She stood next to Jay, indicated to the lad fucking Jay to stop, reached down, and parting her arse cheeks, and squeezed a thick globule on to Jay’s arsehole. Katy gently pushed her own fingertip coated in lube slowly into Jays arse up to the last knuckle and then slowly removed it, squeezed more lube on the hole before it retracted back to its normal size then entered her finger again and slowly started to finger fuck her, pushing lube in with each plunge into her arse. A lad reached around and grabbed Katy’s tits as she did this but she ignored him, adding another finger slowly alongside the finger in Jays arse and moving both in and out, adding more lube with each stroke.

Katy moved her hand out and wiped it with a wet wipe before backing away from the groping hands and returning to me behind the counter. The lad fucking Jay removed his cock and lined it to her puckered and glistening arsehole. He slowly pushed the helmet against the small opening and forced it in; stretching it around the helmet and making Jay gasp and hold her breath as she prepared to receive it, gripping on to the futon as it slid slowly in until the lad’s balls were tight against her arse cheeks. He started with slow movements making Jay pant and give comments of encouragement, telling him to ‘go deeper,’ ‘go faster,’ as he built up speed and started to fuck her faster and harder. Jay yelled with each hard thrust and she had to hold on tighter to prevent her from falling forward. The lad bunched up her hair and pulled her head back, really picking up a pace as he slammed into her. Jay’s legs started to shake and she let out a long yell as she came, shots of her ejaculate hitting the futon below her as she experienced her first anal orgasm. She shuddered and moaned long and low as her orgasm subsided and I thought her legs were going to give way

The excitement of fucking her arse and Jay cumming had built in the lad and he shouted, “YES, YES!” as he unloaded his cum deep into her arse, not slowing his strokes, keeping up the hard thumps as he filled her arse with his hot cum. He came to a stop, his eyes shut, enjoying the final piece of ecstasy as the last of his cum left him. He took a deep breath, slowly withdrew his cock and before Jay could move and her arsehole shrink, another cock entered her arse, this one smaller but thicker. The lad didn’t mess about. He immediately started to fuck her hard and fast, the cock easily sliding in and out with the mixture of lube and cum already filling her. Jay was yelling, “YES, YES, PLEASE FUCK MY ARSE!” with her eyes tight shut and fingers turning white from the grip on the futon. This went on for a couple of minutes before she told him to stop. She slowly moved herself off the cock and indicated to one of the other lads to lie on the bed which he did so, hard cock waving in the air. Jay moved herself over him and lowered her cunt slowly on to the cock, placing her hands by the lads head. She moved up and down a few times then looked back at the lad who had been fucking her are and said, “What are you waiting for?”

The lad moved forward and lined his cock back against her arsehole. He slowly fed it back into her which made her eyes widen and hold her breath as she felt the cock in her rubbing against the other cock through the thin layer separating cunt and arse. He slid in its full length and together with the lad underneath built up a rhythm of fucking her simultaneously. Jay screamed out, but not in pain. Both lads held her tight and fucked her hard and soon she had a cock in her mouth, completing the fantasy that she had probably been dreaming of happening.

“Go watch,” Katy said to me, indicating that I should go and sit with Manus and Sara to get a closer view. Manus was recording the action discretely on his phone and looking over, motioned for me to join them on the sofa. “Okay,” I replied to Katy. “Back in a bit.”

I went over and sat next to Manus and Sara and got a clearer view of Jay with three cocks inside her. All of which were keeping up a hard pace as they went in and out of her three holes. The lad underneath her then shouted, “Oh fuck!” as, without warning, he started to cum followed a split second later by the lad in her arse. They both groaned out lad as they emptied themselves into Jay and kept up the pace for a few more seconds until they were spent. Jay was puffing hard to get her breath back as the two lads gave each other a high five then allowed Jay to move off them and lie on her back, cum starting to slowly flow out of both holes.

Two lads were stood by the futon, both rubbing their hard cocks and waiting for Jay to recover before having their turn. They looked up at the screen and watched the action going on there while Jay started to dip her fingers in her cunt and bring them to her mouth, cum dripping on to her tits as she did so which she scooped up and swallowed, not wanting to miss any of it. She turned her head to the screen where a woman was getting DP’d except she was sat on the cock in her arse and leaning back on the guy while another held her legs open and was knelt over her, his cock pumping in and out of her cunt. Jay looked back at the guys and they looked back at her, some sort of unsaid communication indicated what followed. She moved to let one guy lie down and she moved over him and squatted down with her back to him, holding his cock to her arsehole as she let herself down and engulfed it fully into her arse. She didn’t flinch as it entered; the amount of lube and cum in her and the fact that her arse was still loosened allowed her to easily move up and down and fuck him. She leaned back and held her arms out to hold herself up by the lads head.

The other guy knelt forward and lifted her legs up high before lining his cock to her cunt and slowly pushing it in making Jay’s eyes open wide, not through shock but pleasure, a big smile coming over her as both cocks were in her up to their balls. The guy in her cunt did all the moving, the lad underneath being a bit restricted but the movement as he pumped into her moved her arse enough on the cock within that the look on the face on the lad underneath was enough to show his enjoyment.

The guy held her tight and fucked her faster and faster and Jay encouraged him on with little shouts of, “GO ON, DO IT, FUCKING DO IT!” as he plunged into her. Jay’s face started to change and she started to puff and moan louder and I knew a split second before it happened that she was cumming again. Jets of her juices squirted out and onto the lad fucking her. Her arms gave way and she fell back on the lad, firmly planted in her arse and she threw he head back and let out a long yell as she started to shudder as the orgasm swept through her. The lads didn’t stop fucking her, if anything, it made them try to fuck her harder as she went limp, her energy sapped by the intense orgasm.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I saw Katy had joined us. She sat next to me and I happened to look towards the door of the cinema. Jason had arrived as was handing over drinks to two couples stood at the counter. There must have been about seven or eight men who had arrived while Jay was getting gangbanged and had silently watched without getting involved. The rest of the stag party were slumped around the sofas and chairs, watching their friends fucking Jay.

“All of a sudden it’s got busy. Nearly all the booths are full,” Katy said quietly, leaning very close to me. “Do you think Jay could handle more?” I looked over at Jay who looked done in. Her arms and legs seemed to be like jelly and she couldn’t hold herself up, the shock of the intense orgasm had depleted her and I bet she was hoping the lads would come soon. At that, the lad under her shouted, “”I can’t hold back much longer.” His friend fucking Jay above replied, “nor me.”

Jay put her hand up and panted, “Stop, stop. Finish on my face.” The lad stopped fucking her and Jay lifted herself off the cock in her arse and knelt on the bed. Both lads stood on the futon over her and tugged hard on their cocks, each lad starting to breathe faster as the cum in them started to make its way up their hard cocks. Jay put her head back, opened her mouth and shut her eyes just as both lads came over her face. Thick jets of cum hitting her open mouth, her nose, her cheeks, her closed eyelids, and hair. Jet after jet hit her and the lads groaned as they released their loads over her, gradually slowing their hand movements as they emptied themselves of all they had built up. They stopped and stood still getting their breath back before high-fiving again and climbing off the futon and reaching for their clothes.

The newcomers and a few of the stag party gave a round of applause to which the lads gave an exaggerated bow. Jay couldn’t open her eyes to see who was clapping so she waved in the general direction.

Katy went to jay and grabbed a wet wipe from the pot. She cleaned the cum away from around Jay’s eyelids allowing her to open her eyes and avoid the sting. Jay started running her fingers around her face and ran the cum into her mouth, gathering all she could and swallowing it down. She laughed as she did this and Katy joined in. Jay’s earlier frustration gone now she had achieved her gangbang.

Katy helped Jay off the bed and whispered something in her ear which Jay nodded to. I got up and went over to them and Katy told me she was taking Jay to the toilets to get her cleaned up and dressed. She took Jay’s arm and helped her out the room.

“That was fantastic,” Manus said as he and Sara stood up. “Just marvellous. When she watches it back, she’ll be impressed with herself.” Manus held the camera up to emphasise the fact he had recorded it all before putting it back in his pocket.

“She is so hot.” Sara said linking her arms through mine and Manus’s as we headed to the counter. “You must promise to let me have her all to myself for a couple of hours before the week is up.”

I laughed and replied, “I don’t think she’ll mind.” We ordered yet more coffee from Jason, including a cup each for the girls and leaned against the counter drinking it and watching the stag party slowly rising to their feet; one of them waking the stag who certainly looked the worst for wear. Suddenly one of them shouted to the far corner of the room, “Hey Tubs. You never got laid.” Which bought a round of laughter from the others in the group as they looked toward their friend who had kept out of the action and out of sight.

“It’s because he hasn’t got a cock,” one of the party shouted which bought more laughter from the group along with other spiteful comments including, “He’s a virgin, he wouldn’t know where to stick it,” “He’s too fat to even find it,” “He’d crush any tart who would ever let him near her.” The lad’s cruel banter continued for a bit and the poor lad stood silently taking it, looking down and embarrassed.

Sara drained her coffee, handed her bag to Manus and said, “That’s not right. Horrible bastards.” She walked out the room for a moment and I watched her walk to the booths, look along the line of them, come back and whisper something to Manus who left the room. She then marched up to the poor victim of his ‘so called friends,’ mocking. She took the jackets he was holding, threw them to the floor, grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the booths.

His friends watched this in silence, amazed that this blonde goddess was taking him away somewhere private. I slowly followed and saw her push him into the end booth, the only booth unoccupied. There was a mass exodus of bodies flying past me and we just caught sight of Sara shutting the door behind them. The lads looked up and down the booths, trying to find a way to watch. They all were all partitioned floor to ceiling with no gaps to allow any viewing from the corridor. All they could do was crowd around the door and listen. I stood close by and heard everything that went on.

In a voice loud enough for everyone to hear we heard Sara say to the lad with a very strong Dutch accent, “Take off my clothes…that’s it, now yours. Wow! You are fucking big! That cock is enormous.” There was a moment of silence before we heard her moaning with something in her mouth. “Mmm…mmm…mmm…wow, your cock is so big I can hardly fit it all in my mouth. Now lick me. Mmmm…that’s nice, now put some fingers in. That’s it, like that, now keep licking my clit. Oh, that’s perfect.”

There was a period of Sara puffing and panting before she let out a yell followed by a, “YES, OH MY GOD, YOUR TONGUE IS AMAZING!” There was banging on the side of the booth as, I assumed, Sara slapped her hand on it repeatedly through her orgasm. A few moments of silence followed before she said, “Now, bend me over and lick my arsehole. That’s it. Harder, harder, now stick your tongue in; mmm….that’s so nice. Now fuck me you big cocked bastard. Get that monster in…ME!” I assumed the lad must have slipped it in her as Sara started to shout and more banging on the sides of the booth commenced. “Harder, harder, HARDER…OH FUCK! I’M CUMMING AGAIN!” The banging got louder and all the lads outside and crowded up to the booth, their ears pinned against the door looked at each other with astonishment. After several minutes of banging and panting, Sara then shouted, “AAAH…OH FUCK. CUM IN ME, CUM IN ME…AHHHH. FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM!” The lads outside went quiet as the banging inside reached its peak. “OH MY FUCK! YOU HAVE COME SO MUCH. YOU ARE LIKE A HORSE WITH A BIG COCK TO MATCH,” Sara shouted before it went silent

The lads outside started clapping and stood up waiting for the friend who appeared through the door zipping up his flies. Pat’s on the back followed as the lad gained new respect amongst his peers. The group headed to the exit door and left; the stag being supported by two of his friends.

I looked in the booth and Sara was sat on a stool fully clothed, filing her nails with no evidence of anything happening. Manus opened the door next to her and laughed with Sara joining in.

“You didn’t fuck him, did you?” I asked amongst my own laughing at the realisation of the situation. “No,” Sara replied. “The poor lad. He said he didn’t want to lose his virginity this way. He wants to wait until he’s married. Very moralistic and I respect that.”

“And I needed to get in here to stop them seeing anything, just in case.” said Manus. “He’s a hero to his friends now though.” We walked down the corridor to where Katy and Jay were waiting outside the toilets ready to leave. Jay had cleaned herself up, run a brush through her hair and was dressed. We left the building and were relieved at the cool evening air.

Manus and Sara hailed a cab, promising to come to the hotel in the morning to meet Kylie to discuss the plan about the paintings, before kisses all round and they left.

Jay and Katy linked their arms through mine and we walked slowly down the street, then Jay said to me, “I’ve got a bone to pick with you.”

“Why?” I answered. “What have I done?”

“It’s what you haven’t done. You haven’t fucked Katy.” I looked at both of them. Jay nodding and Katy just smiling, looking slightly embarrassed.

“Jay held up her arm to a black cab which stopped. She opened the door and indicated Katy to get in which she did. Jay then turned to me and said, “That’s why she’s coming back with us. I’m going to have a nice long soak in the bath. You are going to fuck her brains out. Is that clear?”

I nodded and soon the cab had dropped us off at our hotel. Without saying anything, we took the lift up to our room and upon entering, Jay went into the bathroom and I heard the bath being filled. Katy and I stood around awkwardly. I had intended to fuck Katy at the Kenny’s but with everything going on with Jay; I never got around to doing anything about it. Jay came out and undressed, throwing her clothes in a pile on the floor.

“I’m going to be a while so take your time, there’s no rush.” Jay said as she went back into the bathroom and shut the door. I watched Katy as she placed her make up kit on the floor and stood to face me. She was so beautiful in that moment. One of the prettiest faces I had ever seen, smooth, natural blonde hair, despite her small size she had gorgeous long legs and her pert tits were poking inviting against her blouse, her nipples erect and ready. I moved towards her, held her face in my hands and gently kissed her.

To be continued in Part Ten. I fuck Katy and the next morning a plan is formed to retrieve Kylie’s paintings away from her evil stepfather.

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Johana is punished for skipping her mother’s class. Will fiery sparks explode with incestuous passion?

Futa Naked In School – Teacher’s Taboo Futa Pet

Chapter Three: Johana’s Taboo Punishment

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Johana Jordan’s Week, Friday

Since Tuesday—when I had witnessed my mother masturbate as Samantha Herbert took my cherry and fucked me with her futa-cock—my life had been in turmoil. My mother taught at my college where I was selected to attend the week naked. This was my last day of being in the Program, then I could go back to being clothed and put this disorienting week behind me.

I could forget about my incestuous lust for my mother.

It didn’t matter to me that laws were passed that made it legal for consenting, adult family members to love each other, legalizing incest. I grew up thinking it was wrong. I should lust for girls, or even futas, my own age. I should be thrilled that every girl attending my college seemed to want to have sex with me. With the word being spread that I was a futa who could make a girl cum, they were all eager to have their pussies licked or even fucked by me.

I threw myself into it. I asked for relief at the start of every class. Sometimes not even getting off, just eating a girl’s pussy while trying not to think about how amazing my mother’s twat had tasted when she discreetly set on my face during Monday’s lesson. Other times, I would fuck the girls. Monica was a regular. She sought me out. If she passed me in the halls between classes, she would stroke my girl-cock and finger my pussy. Twice, she’d pulled me into the girl’s room and made us both late to class. During lunch the day before I didn’t get a chance to eat because she and Araceli cornered me.

I even had some fun with the futas.

After Samantha and I demonstrated futa-on-futa love for my mother’s health class, much to her masturbatory delight, I had grown a taste for it. On Wednesday, I hoped that I would like it enough to avoid lusting for my mother. I let Poise Ramsey, a lesbian futa, have her way with me several times.

I even fucked her. Futa-pussy felt a little different from a girl’s. I couldn’t quite explain why. Maybe it was her futa-cock pressing into my belly as I drove into her, or the way she splattered our tits with cum when she came.

The one thing I hadn’t done was go to my mother’s health class. The last two days, I had skipped it, hiding out in the bathroom watching porn on my phone and masturbating. I tried not to watch the Mother/futa-daughter porn that was cropping out on the internet since incest was legalized. My poor clit-dick was raw by the time classes were over.

I avoided going home as long as possible. I headed to Monica’s house and ate dinner with her family. Her parents didn’t care that I was fucking their daughter. They thought we were dating or something. Last night, I went to Poise’s home. Her parents were equally as accepting.

I slipped home as late as possible and went straight to bed. The next morning, I would be out the door and heading to class before Mom could talk to me.

I think she understood that she went too far with me. She didn’t seem to be pushing it.

“You should have gone to health class yesterday,” Samantha said, coming up beside me. She hadn’t brought up us having sex once. It was like she was pretending it hadn’t happened. That we hadn’t sucked each other’s girl-dicks and swallowed each other’s futa-cum. “Your mom taught lesbian sex. Genevieve and Adile demonstrated it. So hot.”

I shrugged.

“Yeah, probably too busy getting pussy left and right,” Samantha said. “I wish I was in the Program. I would get so much…” Her words trailed off. “Oh, hey, Rosario.”

Rosario Todaro, dark-brown hair framing her beautiful face, folded her arms and arched an eyebrow. She came to a stop a few feet before us. “If you want to go out with me again, then you better not be talking about fucking every girl you can.”

“Just joking around with Johana,” said Samantha, sidling up to the Hispanic girl. “You know, futa stuff. She’s the one getting all the pussy.”

“So I’ve heard,” Rosario said, her eyes growing smoky as she glanced at me. “I hear you perform.”

“I perform, too,” said Samantha, sliding her arm around Rosario’s waist. “I can prove it. Right now.”

“Oh?” Rosario arched her eyebrow. “I don’t have much time before I need to get to class. Like you do.”

“Enough time for me to eat you to an orgasm,” Samantha said, her voice firm. It was like she had to prove something. “Okay. I’ll make you cum hard. I know how, too.”

Rosario smiled then nodded. She pulled Samantha towards the futas’ restroom.

“Johana!” Genevieve said. The cheerleader darted up to me, dressed in her normal clothes and not her outfit. She grabbed my cock. “Ooh, you have to come to health class. It’s going to be your last chance to demonstrate for the class before you’re out of the Program. I hope me and you can have more fun. I bet your mom wants to teach anal.”

A hot thrill shot through me as I pictured sliding my girl-dick into my mom’s class. My dick throbbed in Genevieve’s grip.

“It’s just weird with my mom watching,” I muttered. “I’m sure Samantha will love to demonstrate it.”

“But it would be more fun with you,” Genevieve said, stroking me. “Mmm, I wish we had a few more minutes, I would practice with you.” The cheerleader leaned in. “I have lube in my back pocket.”

I groaned as the warning bell rang. I was going to need to ask for relief right away in my first-period class. My auburn hair swayed about my shoulders as Genevieve gave my futa-dick one last stroke before she darted away.

Pussy juices soaked my bush. I felt them trickling down my thighs as I headed to class. Anal sex with my mother… That was so hot. So tempting. I trembled, shuddering. I could have such a wild time with her but…

No.

Be strong. This was the last day.

I burst into my first class, English. Miss Rustici, a tall woman with long fingernails, looked up at me, blinking brown eyes. “Oh, Johana, I assume you are in need of relief?”

“She’s hard enough for it,” said Michelle Deveruex, the futa flashing me a grin.

“Yes,” I moaned. “I need a volunteer to fuck!”

Five girls hands shot up, their eyes all quivering as they stared at me. I chose the nearest, Madeleine Dyer, a brunette cutie wearing a halter top and a pair of skinny jeans. Her round breasts jiggled as she hopped to her feet, her eyes bright. She unsnapped her jeans, wiggling her hips back and forth as she worked them off.

The Program was turning our college into a wild place. Sex was becoming so common. Society was changing so fast. Was that really a good thing? I wanted to think about it, but it was so hard as Madeleine shoved down her jeans. Her pink thong vanished between the peachy cheeks of her rump.

I was on her in a flash. I ripped her thong to the side, exposing her shaved pussy. Her lips gleamed with cream. A tart musk filled my nose. I breathed it in, my heart pounding in my chest. It was an intoxicating scent.

An inviting sight.

“Fuck me, Johana!” the girl moaned. “Monica says you’re the best fuck in our class!”

“So does Genevieve!” moaned Ursella Prescott, a cute girl.

I lined up my cock at her tight slit. She looked like a virgin. I thrust against her and groaned as I felt her hymen for a brief second. She was a virgin, and yet she was so eager to be fucked. Her back arched and then she groaned as her cherry popped.

“Johana,” she moaned, sounding like such a slut even though I was the first futa to fuck her.

What was the Program doing to our college? This was crazy. I was frozen there, buried to the hilt in Madeleine’s deflowered cunt. I swayed, all the students looking at me. I felt my teacher’s eyes on my back as this eighteen-year-old girl’s deflowered twat gripped me.

“Ooh, fuck me, Johana,” she moaned. “I’m so ready for it. Ever since you fucked Claire yesterday in class, I… I… Just pound me!”

Was it so bad if she was willing? If it made us both feel good? I didn’t know where love fit in with such rampant lust, with all the sex I’d been getting this week. I groaned as I drew back my hips, thoughts of my mother flitting through my mind.

Maybe I didn’t need love if I had delicious passion.

I slammed my futa-dick deep into Madeleine’s tight cunt. She gasped. My small breasts jiggled before me and my auburn hair danced about my face. She gripped the edge of her desk, rocking back into me as I thrust hard and deep into her.

The tight grip of her pussy felt incredible about me. I groaned with every thrust, loving her pants and moans. Futas and girls stared at me, envy in their eyes. I shuddered, my back arching. My hair swayed about my face.

“Madeleine!” I moaned. “Oh, yes, Madeleine, you feel incredible!”

“So do you!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes! Your cock is filling me up, Johana! This is the best! I’ve been masturbating all year imagining relieving a futa! Everyone’s watching me! I’m helping you!”

“Such a naughty helper!” I gasped, staring down at her peachy ass. It was so perky and delicious.

So spankable.

Smack.

I gave her a light slap, nothing hard. She groaned and squeezed her pussy around me. Ursella fanned her face as she watched nearby. Michelle squirmed in her seat, her hand reaching beneath her desk to adjust her futa-cock. I reveled in it. I didn’t need love or my mother. I could just enjoy myself with eager coeds.

I gave her another light spank, loving the feel of her rump beneath my hand as I drove into her. A soft blush crossed her perky butt-cheek. I groaned, my ovaries growing tighter and tighter with each thrust into her depths.

With each plunge into her juicy twat, my dick ached more and more. Her deflowered pussy brought me closer and closer to the edge of erupting. I gripped her sides, my hands brushing the bottom hem of her halter top.

“Johana!” she moaned. “Oh, Johana, yes, yes! I’m so close. Please don’t stop. I want to cum on your cock.”

“Make her cum,” Ursella moaned.

“Yeah,” Michelle panted, her arm moving like she was jerking herself off.

“Your such a futa-champ, Johana,” Claire Nowell moaned.

“Things sure are different,” muttered the professor. “You have two minutes.”

I thrust harder, faster. I pounded Madeleine. I wanted her to explode around my girl-cock. I plunged into her as she wiggled across her desk, her brown hair swaying about her tossing head. She bucked back into me, thrusting that curvy rump at my crotch.

Her blushing butt-cheeks rippled from the smacking impact of my crotch. My breasts quivered. My dusky nipples thrust so hard before me. I whimpered, my pussy clenching, the pressure building and building at the tip of my girl-dick.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “I’m almost there. Madeleine!”

“Johana!” she squealed as I buried into her.

“One minute,” the professor warned.

“Cum on her girl-dick, Madeleine!” Ursella whimpered, her blue eyes so bright.

“Yes!” the deflowered girl moaned as her pussy rippled about my cock.

I groaned at the hot feel of her pussy spasming around my shaft. The writhing delight sucked at my thrusting girl-dick. My twat clenched as I rammed into her. My back arched as my crotch smacked into her bubbly rump.

I exploded.

“Johana!” she squealed as my cum basted her once-virgin flesh.

“Yes, yes, Madeleine!” I moaned as the pleasure slammed through my mind. The rapture surged through me. My heart pounded in my chest. The ecstasy rippled through me. Powerful jolts of bliss shocked through me.

She purred in delight. Her pussy writhed about me. Milked me. I groaned, swaying. This was incredible. My pussy convulsed as my girl-cum fired into her. My mind drank in the dual delights. Juices dribbled down my thighs.

“Time,” said the professor. “Looks like you finished her off, Johana.”

“Yes, she did!” groaned Madeleine. “Oh, Miss Rustici, I need to use the restroom real quick.”

“Fine, fine, get yourself cleaned up. The rest of you, let’s get started, and Michelle, stop jerking off beneath the table. You had your chance to get off.”

I sank down into my desk, panting. My clit-dick softened, coated in Madeleine’s cum. My mind drifted through the haze of my orgasm. My mother’s face burned in my thoughts. I squeezed my eyes shut then focused on the lesson.

Just had to get through today.

I focused on getting relief. Second period, I sucked April Gore’s clit-dick while she sucked mine, the kicker of our football team making me cum hard. We gulped down each other’s salty cum while the girls all cooed in delight and snapped photos, practicing their photography. Well, that was the point of the class.

Third period, I ate out Audie Marlowe on the bleachers while everyone ran laps. She forgave me for ejaculating prematurely in her face on Monday.

Fourth period, I enjoyed Monica’s tight twat riding my dick, her skirt rustling around my waist, hiding her pussy while I enjoyed every second of it.

Firth Period, I ate Araceli out while fisting my futa-dick. She coated my faces in her juices and begged me to show up to Health Class with her.

I had to refuse.

I headed to the girl’s bathroom at the far end of the west wing of the college. It was a lonely part of the school with a few art classes in session during sixth period, providing a safe place to watch porn for the hour. I had a jaunt to my step. I was almost in the clear.

I rounded the corner and almost walked into President McTaggart. I smiled at her. “Afternoon.”

“We need to talk, Ms. Jordan,” she said, her words taut.

“Um…” I said, my stomach squirming. I shifted, my backpack suddenly feeling heavy on my naked shoulders.

“How has your health class been?” the president asked, her normally bubbly and excitable demeanor vanished.

“Um… fine.”

“Fine?” She arched a fiery eyebrow. Her green eyes blazed. “Just fine?”

I nodded, my cheeks burning.

“If it was just fine, then why haven’t you gone for the last two days?” she asked. Her eyes looked around. “And this isn’t the way to the science department, now is it?”

“No, President McTaggart,” I said, my stomach almost falling out of me.

“Walk with me,” she said and marched ahead.

I didn’t even consider flight. I had always been a good futa. I followed the rules. I had never played hooky from a school in my life. Never would have dreamed of skipping classes, not even one taught by my mother. If it wasn’t for these desires for my mother, for the frightening way she made my heart pattered faster, for the incestuous longing to touch her, stroke her…

Do things to her…

My futa-dick twitched and my pussy itched as I remembered her hand pumping up and down my shaft on Monday. I flicked my tongue over my lips, almost tasting her tangy passion instead of the lingering traces of Araceli sweet pussy. My bare feet padded on the floor as my backpack felt heavier had heavier. The halls were growing more and more empty, but the few students still rushing to class only glanced at me then hurried on.

They knew I was in trouble.

Just before the period was about to start, we reached the health class. President McTaggart opened the door, ushering me inside. I slinked in, feeling everyone’s eyes on me. Monica and Genevieve both straightened and smiled at me while Samantha sank down lower into her desk, her cheeks blushing.

Krysten was the first one to gasp.

A stillness rippled across the classroom as President McTaggart closed the door behind us. My mother rose from her desk, a wariness about her face. She wore a short, tight, dark-purple skirt and a flowery blouse that seemed to be wrapped about her torso. It was held shut by buttons on her left side. It had a V-neckline, showing off her round breasts to their fullest. Her fiery hair tumbled down to her shoulder.

“President McTaggart?” my mother asked. “What are you doing here?”

“Bringing your truant futa-daughter to class,” she said. “I heard a rumor she hadn’t been showing up.”

I noticed Michelle squirming in her seat and looking the other way.

“Yes,” my mother said slowly. “But that’s fine. She’s just—”

“She’s in the Program. She needs to participate.” The president’s voice was stern. “Since she wasn’t, she needs to be punished. Molly, I need you to spank her.”

My mother’s jaw dropped. Her eyes flicked to me. A shiver ran through my body. I hadn’t been spanked by mother since I was a little kid. My rump clenched and my futa-dick swelled a little harder, the hot itch building in my pussy.

“Me, Birdie?” my mother asked.

“You’re her professor,” the president said. “You should have reported her missing a class the first time. The Program’s rules must be followed. Now, you can administer it bare-handed or with a ruler. Your choice. Twenty spankings since she missed two periods.”

“Okay.” My mother beckoned to me. “Bare-handed.”

“And don’t go easy on her,” the president added, looming behind me. “I’m watching. If I don’t feel she’s been disciplined…”

“She will be,” My mother said.

I felt everyone’s eyes on me. It was strangely arousing like with the other lessons. My futa-cock twitched harder and harder. Monica and Araceli whispered to each other while Michelle watched with a guilty flush. Naked Krysten, her leash held in her hand, quivered in the back as she craned her head to see.

Then my mom’s hand touched my arm.

I gasped. An electric jolt shot through me. I caught her eyes, seeing this strange depth in them. This look of almost dazed lust burned across her face. Her fingers felt amazing on me as she pulled me close. Her breasts rose and fell. She licked her lips as she stopped me right before the desk.

What was going through her mind? What drove her to sit her pussy on my face, or give me a handjob?

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “For everything. I went too far. I just…” She swallowed. “We’ll talk later.”

I nodded and bent down over the desk. I pressed my aching nipples into the smooth surface. I lost my virginities on the desk. Both of them. I fucked my first girl and was fucked by my first futa. I even ate my first pussy.

My mother’s left hand pressed onto my lower back while her right lingered on my rump. She gave my butt-cheek a squeeze and my dick throbbed. My pussy ached, the juices flowing. I felt all those eyes on me, watching, squirming.

I remembered spanking Madeleine in first period. Did my mom think I have a spankable ass?

Her hand drew away. I tensed, bracing for the pain. Everyone in the class drew in a breath. The room became silent. Then there was a rushing sound and—

SMACK!

Pain flared across my right butt-cheek. The first spank landed hard. My futa-dick twitched,

brushing the front of my desk. Someone groaned in sympathy as the heat melted down into my pussy.

I blinked and felt my mom’s hand shifting on my lower back, her fingers stroking me.

SMACK!

The second one fell hard. I groaned, the pain flaring. It hurt, but it felt so naughty. My heart thundered in my chest. Ragged breaths came from my mother while her fingers caressed my back. Her other hand cocked back again.

CRACK!

She landed lower, right where my butt-cheek met my thigh. It hurt more. My futa-dick twitched. My pussy drank in the sting. Juices trickled down my shaft, racing for my tip. I groaned as the heat rippled through my ass and reached my cunt.

SMACK!

The fourth spank arched my back.

SMACK!

I whimpered with the fifth spank, the ache swelling at the tip of my cock.

CRACK!

Another low blow, her fingers smacking the back of my thigh. I shuddered, my nipples rubbing into the table.

SMACK!

“Mom!” I gasped with the seventh, my ass burning. “I’m sorry, Mom!”

“Shh, it’s okay. You were just being a bad futa.” Her voice sounded throaty. Aroused. “Mommy’s going to straighten you out.

SMACK!

I gasped, and groaned, squirming on her desk. My nipples throbbed harder. My dick twitched. Pressure built at the tip. Somehow, I was rising towards an orgasm from the pain alone. It was insane.

SMACK!

It was like pain was linked to pleasure.

SMACK!

That the two fuzzed and blurred together.

SMACK!

The line between rapture and agony wasn’t neat, but porous, allowing one to permeate the other. They bled from rapture to pain, from agony to ecstasy.

SMACK!

Especially when someone special did the spanking.

“Mom!” I gasped, shuddering from my twelfth spank. “I… I…”

SMACK!

“I was scared of my feelings!” These words spilled out of the depth of my soul. “Feelings for you!”

CRACK!

The blow landed on my lower thigh again. Pain flared up to my pussy, melting my passion. My dick twitched and throbbed. It was incredible. My gasps choked off my words.

SMACK!

“It’s why I stayed away,” I panted, squirming. “Because… because… I felt so ashamed that I could have feelings for you. You’re my mother.”

SMACK!

“I know society thinks it’s okay for us, but… I was hung up on the old ways. I tried to ignore my desires for you.”

SMACK!

“I tried to bury it with meaningless sex. I fucked every girl and futa I could.”

SMACK!”

“But I always thought about you, Mom! I… I… I want you! I want to eat your pussy again!”

SMACK!

I could feel the breathless silence in the room. Everyone was watching me bare my soul to my mother. My ass burned after nineteen spankings. Tears spilled out of my eyes. The pressure at the tip of my cock was incredible. My pussy clenched, the agony bleeding into an ecstasy that fed the heat in my ovaries.

My cum boiled.

“What are you saying,” my mother groaned.

I could see it clearly. The shame I felt wasn’t because what we were doing was incest, but because she was my deceased futa-mother’s wife. I was taking Futa-Mom’s place by loving my mother. It was so clear to me. But Futa-Mom would want her to be happy.

Us to be happy.

“That I want you, Mom!” I moaned. “That I… That I love you.”

A gasp burst from one of the girls. Then sighing awe.

“I love you, Mom, and I’m sorry for skipping your classes and avoiding you, I was just so ashamed that I was… was… betraying Futa-Mom. I tried to convince myself it was wrong. I lied to myself that it was only that we were committing incest. But I thought about you with every girl and futa I fucked this week. I wanted it to be you. It was so hot when you set on my face while Genevieve rode me. I loved watching you masturbate while Samantha fucked me. Now… now… I love you!”

SMACK!

The final spanking landed not on my ass or my upper thighs, but on my pussy.

It was partially cushioned by my bush, but my labia felt it. The pain burst through my delicate folds. This amazing rapture that shot pleasure down to the tip of my girl-cock. My back arched, my auburn hair dancing around my face as the agony of the twentieth and final spanking slammed into my swelling orgasm.

I exploded.

My girl-cock erupted. My hot cum fired out the tip of my clit-dick. My pussy convulsed. As my jizz splattered the front of my mom’s desk, my cream gushed down my thighs and shaft. I quivered on the desk, stars exploding across my vision.

It was incredible.

Intense.

I drowned in the pain-fueled ecstasy. I moaned out in wordless delight. My pussy convulsed, aching to be filled by something. My futa-cock spurted a final time, wasting my girl-spunk on the side of the desk. I trembled, my ass burning.

My orgasm peaked.

I died into gasping, panting shuddering bliss.

The silence held the classroom. I could hear my mother’s breathing and the shift of chairs. Desks creaked. Clothing rustled. Everyone was staring at me. They heard my confession. My feelings for my mother. My professor.

It went against the rules for professors and other staff members to have relationships with their students. Only during the Program, and only as part of lessons, could a professor do anything to a student. I swallowed, trembling, realizing this was our only chance to have each other.

Once this period ended, my time in the Program was over. We’d have to wait until I graduated or she quit.

I tensed, realizing I wasted the last few days with my pointless guilt and shame. My cheeks burned as much as my ass. I felt so terrible. I could hear her panting. Her breath ragged. Then she cleared her throat.

“Aftercare,” Mom said, her clothing rustling. “Aftercare is important in BDSM. If you and your partner go down this road, you have to make sure that if you’re the dominant that you make sure your submissive is okay. That you soothe her hurts.”

“Aftercare?” President McTaggart asked.

“Yes,” my mother said. “If you love the futa you disciplined, you have to take care of her after spanking her. I’m giving a lesson, President McTaggart. My futa-daughter is enrolled in the Program.”

“Of course,” the president said. “Teach away. I’ll just… observe.”

I lifted my tear-stained face from the desk and peered over my shoulder at my mother. She had her wrap-like blouse open, her round breasts constrained in a purple bra. She shrugged out of her top, her tits heaving.

My heart beat faster as I watched her strip. There were twenty other people watching us, futas and girls that I had fucked mixed in with them, and yet there was only my mother. Her fiery hair fell around her flushed face. Her green eyes held this wild passion in them.

She felt the same thing I did. This same attraction. How long had it grown in her? How long had she wanted to act on her desires, to touch my eighteen-year-old body and love me the way a woman loved her futa?

Did she finally seize her chance only to think that she’d ruined it when I’d acted so strange? I wanted to apologize to her. To fall to my knees and eat her pussy out in apology for what I had done to her. I didn’t want to make her feel terrible.

She unhooked her bra, her eyes locked on me. She shrugged the purple straps off her shoulder. Her breasts rose and fell, her cheeks flushed and burning. She licked her lips as her bra cups slipped away, revealing her lush breasts.

They weren’t as perky or firm as the coed hotties and futas I’d been enjoying, but they were still lovely. They still had a delicious shape and a wonderful sway. They were the breasts of a woman, mature and lovely. Her dusky nipples thrust hard before her, begging to be loved.

“Mom,” I groaned, loving the sight of my mother’s tits.

“Mmm, Johana, you are just such a delicious thing. Mommy’s going to take care of you. You’re forgiven.”

I shuddered, my eyes widened. Those simple words. I nodded my head. “Thank you. I… I won’t ever skip class again. or…” I swallowed. “Or pretend I don’t desire you. Don’t love you.”

Her smile grew as she slid her hands down her toned stomach, her daily workout paying off. She reached her short skirt. Her hands slid around it and found the clasp on the side. She unfastened it then a short zipper rasped.

“Damn,” Samantha moaned in the background as my mother’s skirt dropped revealing she was without panties.

“Forget something when getting dressed, Molly?” the president asked.

“No,” my mother said. “Never liked them.”

“Your mom is awesome,” said Monica. “Oh, Johana, I’m so jealous, but… but… I get it.”

“Hell, yeah,” said Samantha. “You’re lucky.”

“Quiet,” admonished the president. “Let Miss Jordan teach her lesson.”

“Mmm, so you need to love your futa,” said Mom as she leaned over me. “If you’ve spanked her ass, then you should kiss all over butt-cheeks.”

Her silky hair brushed my bringing rump. I groaned at the soft caress. My pussy clenched and my futa-dick throbbed. I wiggled more, my heart racing as the pleasure surged over me. I bit my lip, wanting to moan out in wild need.

Her lips brushed my ass.

“Mom!” I gasped.

“Yes, yes, you want to kiss her butt-cheeks.” Smooch. “And lick her everywhere.”

My mother kissed and smooched over my rump. Her tongue licked out, cooling my ass. Everywhere her lips touched sent soothing delight through me. I relaxed, the pain fading as she moved around my right butt-cheek, her touch fleeting, teasing.

I wiggled and groaned, my dick throbbing. Pussy juices dribbled down my shaft. My nipples ached as her lips crossed my butt-crack and smooched along my left asscheek. Her tongue flicked around one stinging spot.

“Just take away all her hurt and show her how much you love her,” purred my mother. This incestuous thrill shot through me. It felt so right.

Her tongue licked across my butt-cheeks, soothing it all away. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. Wetter and wetter. Her right hand stroked up and down my thigh. She brushed through the trickles of cream leaking out of me.

She traced one up. I quivered, my cunt clenching as this tingle raced up my thigh ahead of her touch. My breath quickened, my nipples throbbing against the desk. I whimpered, wiggling back and forth as she went higher and higher.

Then she brushed my pussy folds.

I gasped as the rapture surged out of me. I whimpered, my eyes squeezing shut. This wild heat rushed through me. I panted, my nipples throbbing. I swallowed as she stroked up and down my labia, from my cock’s base up to my taint.

“Mmm, stroke your futa’s pussy while you do this,” Mom said. “And even lick her asshole. She’ll like that.”

Chairs shifted. Clothing rustled behind us as my mother pressed her face between the cheeks of my rump. I groaned in delight as her tongue darted over my asshole. She teased me. Her caresses were wicked. They made me tremble. My hips wiggled back and forth as she rimmed my asshole and stroked my pussy.

Then my mother thrust her fingers into my incestuous depths. She filled me with her passion. I groaned, my pussy clamping down on her digits. This wicked heat rippled through me. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Yes, yes, Mom!” I panted. “Oh, Mom, you’re making me feel so good.”

“See how relaxed she is,” purred Mom. “Mmm, she loves it when I lick her asshole.”

“I had no idea futas like that, too,” Genevieve said.

Adile giggled. “Yes, you do like it, don’t you?”

“Hush,” said President McTaggart, her voice strained. “No talking but… but… masturbate if you have to.”

Clothing rustled loudly now. I didn’t care as I heard panting breaths from my classmates. I had my mother’s tongue rimming my asshole and her fingers plundering my pussy. My girl-cock twitched and throbbed. My toes curled as this wonderful heat rippled through my body.

I loved it. I drank it in. The pleasure rippled through me. I smiled in delight. This was such an incredible treat to enjoy. A wonderful, wicked passion. My body shook, my cunt squeezing down on the fingers reaming in my cunt.

“Mom!” I moaned, hearing my classmates masturbating as they watched. “Oh, Mom, you’re making me feel so good.”

“Even wiggle your tongue into her asshole,” Mom continued. “That’s a wonderful thing to do when fingering your futa’s pussy.”

“Or for a girl?” asked Samantha. “Is that something you should do, too?”

“For Rosario?” asked Araceli.

“Yes, yes, do this on a girl, too!” Mom moaned and then thrust her tongue into my asshole.

My anal ring parted for my mother’s tongue. She wiggled it around inside my bowels. It was so different. My toes curled at the wicked delight of it. I groaned, my heart racing as she feasted on me, her fingers plunging in and out of my cunt.

I groaned out in pure rapture, the pain in my ass almost all forgotten. My heart hammered in my chest. The delight pumped through my veins as my mother thrust her two digits faster and faster in and out of my pussy. My bowels savored her tongue’s stroking delights.

“That’s incredible,” I groaned. “Oh, Mom, yes. Yes!”

Incestuous delight shot through me. My cock throbbed. I was so hard. My tip ached. Pussy juices gathered on the tip, beading there. They tickled my cock’s tip as I squirmed. My butt-cheeks clenched about her face, tripping her as she feasted on my asshole.

Her fingers thrust faster and faster into me. She plunged her tongue in and out of my asshole while I moaned and gasped. My back arched. My nipples drank in the smooth feel of the desk. My orgasm built and built.

“Mom, Mom, please, stop!” I gasped.

“What?” she moaned, pulling her head away, something like trepidation in her voice.

“I’m going to cum! I don’t want to waste this load. I want to cum in your pussy!” I shuddered. “I want to flood the pussy that birthed me with my futa-seed!”

“That’s beautiful,” whimpered Monica. “Do it, Miss Jordan, make love to your futa-daughter.”

“Yes, yes, this is so hot!” groaned Adile.

“Incest is amazing!”

“Continue your lesson, Molly!” panted the president. Was she jerking off her cock, too?

“When your futa is ready, and your pussy is dripping for her cock, she’s ready,” moaned my mother as she rose. She ripped her fingers out of my twat. “You make love to her in whatever way you prefer. Missionary, cowgirl, doggy style, bent over a desk, pinned against the wall, spooning, or even peg her with hour favorite strap-on.”

I shuddered at that.

“I’m going to make love to my futa-daughter,” my mother said. “Incest is a beautiful thing.”

“Yes!” I moaned in agreement.

I rolled over to face her, a gorgeous woman flushed with her arousal. My ass ached against the cool caress of the desk. I didn’t care; my eyes locked on her. She sucked my pussy juices off her finger as she mounted the desk. Her lovely breasts heaved while my eyes flicked down to her flat stomach to her fiery bush.

Her curls glistened with her juices. I remembered the tangy flavor from Monday.

She wanted me. She burned with the same incestuous passion that had my clit-dick hard and throbbing. She straddled me. My hands went to her breasts, grasping those plump mounds I nursed from as a baby. She grasped my girl-cock.

I shuddered as she raised me up towards her fiery bush. Towards the pussy that had birthed me. My mother wanted me. I groaned as she pressed the pink crown of my cock into her silky pubic hair. Her juicy curls brushed me.

Then I felt the wet heat of her incestuous hole.

“Johana,” she whimpered.

“Mom,” I groaned as she wiggled her hips, sliding her labia around my cock, sending delight rippling down my shaft.

My cunt clenched in anticipation.

Then my mother impaled herself down my girl-dick. I gasped as she swallowed my girl-cock. I groaned, my back arching. The pleasure rippled through me as she engulfed every inch of my futa-dick. I throbbed in her, savoring this wicked moment. I squeezed her breasts as I groaned in delight.

“Johana, yes, yes, yes!” she moaned, her pussy clenching around me.

To my shock, she orgasmed.

It was like the taboo thrill of engulfing her futa-daughter’s clit-dick set her off. An incestuous thrill that detonated her climax. Her pussy convulsed around my cock. I groaned at the silky writhe. I shuddered on the table, my heart screaming through my chest.

“Johana!” she gasped, her back arching, her breasts jiggling in my grip.

I heard the students and the president panting and moaning. They were pleasing themselves, watching us share in this taboo delight. I didn’t care. I focused on this wonderful moment of my mother’s pussy spasming around my girl-dick.

Then she rose up me. She lifted her convulsing twat up my cock. It was incredible to feel. The best pussy I’d been in all week. Better than Monica’s or Genevieve’s. Better than deflowering Madeleine’s virgin twat.

This was my mother’s pussy. The woman whom I loved.

She slammed her pussy down me, her flesh rippling around me. I groaned as her breasts shook. I gripped them, my small titties quivering. Mom rotated her hips, stirring her pussy around my girl-dick while her fiery bush pressed into my darker-auburn pubic hair.

“Mom!” I groaned. “Oh, damn, Mom.”

“I know!” she gasped as she rose again, her pussy sliding up my cock, gripping me in spasming heaven. “Oh, goddess, I know. You’re incredible. So thick and hard. Oh, yes, yes!”

She slammed back down me. She took my cock to the hilt. I groaned, my back arching. My futa-dick throbbed and ached in her cunt. The pleasure spilled around me. I whimpered, my toes curling. My heart pounded in my chest.

Her hips swiveled from side to side. She worked that wonderful, delicious, amazing pussy up and down my girl-dick. I groaned, my toes curling. It was such a treat to experience. A delight to enjoy. I never wanted this to end. I wanted this passion to burn through me for all eternity.

Her twat rode up and down my girl-dick, spasming, convulsing, teasing me. My hands kneaded her breasts as I loved every moment of it. I stared into her green eyes, saw the love shining down at me. My sexy mother smiled at me, her hands stroking up my sides.

She cupped my little titties.

“Mom! Mom!” I groaned. “I love you.”

She leaned over farther, her hands squeezing my A cups. Her thumbs swept over my nipples, sending delight shooting down to my clit-dick buried in her pussy. I gripped her breasts, her nubs rubbing into my palms.

“I love you, too,” she purred. “Johana… My darling futa-daughter. I carried you in my womb. I made you. You’re perfect.”

A surge of passion washed through me. My hands shot from her breasts to cup her face. I pulled her down, pressing her tits into mine. Our nipples kissed as our lips devoured each other. I tasted the sour musk of my asshole. The naughty flavor enhanced our kiss.

With a groan, I rolled us over. I had to be on top.

She squealed into the kiss as I drove my clit-dick into her juicy pussy. I fucked her the way a futa should fuck her woman. Her sexy mother. Incestuous passion rushed through me. This wild, wanton drive propelled my hips, my cock burying into her juicy depths again and again.

She moaned and gasped. She shuddered on me. I buried into her over and over. Her fingers grabbed my fiery rump. She squeezed me. Kneaded me. I kissed her with such passion as she dug her digits into my asshole.

The pain sweetened it.

As did her squeals.

She came again on my clit-dick.

My mother’s incestuous flesh writhed about me. Her pussy spasmed around me, massaging me as I plunged into her hard and fast. The ache built and built at the tip of my girl-dick. That need to erupt into her swelled.

I was so close. I would explode into her. Our tongues dueled together. I plunged my tongue into her. I reveled in this wicked delight. My heart pounded so fast. My hips buried into her again and again. Her pussy gripped me.

That delicious twat held me.

I kissed her with so much passion. My tongue danced through her mouth as we loved each other. Pants and moans echoed around us. Girls and futas cried out in their own ecstasy as my orgasm built and built, my mother’s pussy bringing me closer and closer to my eruption.

I broke the kiss, staring into her eyes.

“Do it,” she whimpered. “Cum in me, Johana. I love you.”

“I love you, Mom!” I gasped and buried my cock into her twat.

My futa-seed erupted into her.

I spasmed atop her. I shuddered as her convulsing pussy milked my cock. I moaned out in incestuous delight as I spilled blast after blast of my girl-cum into her. My twat spasmed. Waves of rapture and jolts of ecstasy filled my body with bliss.

My mind melted.

“I’m not on the shot,” my mother whispered into my ear. “Give me another baby.”

“Mom!” I gasped, my orgasm intensifying.

My futa-cum fired out of my clit-dick with powerful eruptions. The ecstasy slammed into my mind. My pussy convulsed harder. Waves of rapture washed through my body as I trembled atop her. If this was the only time we could make love until I graduated in four years, then we would make the most of it.

I kissed her hard as her pussy writhed about me. She milked out my incestuous girl-seed. She drained my ovaries as she quivered beneath me. Our breasts rubbed together as I hurtled towards that amazing peak of pleasure.

I reached the plateau of ecstasy. I shared it with my mother.

Then I crashed into reality. I panted and groaned, squirming on my mother, my cock softening in her pussy’s juicy embrace. She had such a huge grin on her lips. I kissed her again, loving her, wanting to make the most of our lesson.

What fleeting time we had together.

“That was a fascinating lesson,” President McTaggart said, her voice sounding throaty. She had definitely cum. “Just once her time in the Program is up, Molly, remember you’re a professor at this institution. At home, well, what you two do…” She shrugged, smiling.

The class whooped and hollered. They were so excited as I stared into my mother’s eyes, hoping I bred her. She smiled at me. There was such joy in her eyes. This wasn’t over. We didn’t have to give each other up.

“You grew up into such a beautiful futa,” she whispered, her pussy squeezing around my half-hard cock. “Just like your futa-mother. You’re so much like her. I love you, Johana.”

“I love you, too, Mom,” I groaned and kissed her again. Our tongues danced together.

Hot, wanton, wild sex with random girls was fun. It was amazing, but there was something special about making love to the woman you loved. She might be my mother. She might have birthed me. She might be twice my age. None of that mattered. She was my lover.

My sexy, beautiful, gorgeous mother. I didn’t have to be ashamed of my desires. That was the old way of thinking. This was the new future. One where consenting, mature humans could do what they wanted. Love whom they wanted.

Make babies with whom they wanted.

I was so glad I was chosen for the Program. It had changed my life. It had given me something amazing. My breasts quivered against my mother as our kiss deepened. The sounds faded as the bell rang.

Class was over, but I didn’t care. What my mother and I had would last far, far longer.

I couldn’t wait to meet our child. Girl or futa, she would be loved.

To be continued in the next Naked in School Tale…

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A novice is punished

Convent of Sin

The convent was probably the wrong place for Sally. She was a well-developed and curious girl, often up to mischief. As one of several new arrivals in the spring intake, she had not yet even reached the status of novice. Right now she was feeling very guilty and knew why she was being summoned to the Mother Superior’s study. One of the Nuns had seen her in the town when she should have been in class. So now she had been called to Sister Leslie’s study to be punished for missing a whole day at the school. Sally knew that she would get Sister Leslie’s cane and she dreaded it very much. She knocked nervously on the Mother Superior’s door and waited.
Inside the office, Sister Leslie was seated in a large leather chair behind her desk and her black habit was pulled up around her waist. Her legs were wide apart and hooked over the padded arms of the chair. She had been stroking the tops of her thighs above her black stocking tops and occasionally pulling her wet red panties aside to show her pussy to her very good friend, His Grace the Bishop of Oxbridge. At the age of forty-five, he was an incredible stud who liked sex in all its forms with girls and women of all ages and type. He had even told Sister Leslie about a secret trip to a boy’s seminar. This escapade nearly got him defrocked but he got away with it as usual. He got away with it because he had plenty of sordid information to blackmail his accusers with. For the past ten minutes though, Sister Leslie and The Bishop had been indulging in one of their favourite games of mutual masturbation.
On hearing Sally’s timid knock, Sister Leslie waved the Bishop away to hide in an alcove behind a curtain. When Sally responded to the stern command to enter, she found a very prim, proper and cross Sister Leslie glowering at her from behind her desk. At thirty-five years of age, the nun was quite young to be a mother superior and she had performed many sexual favours to get where she was today. Now she was at her sexual peak and constantly lusted after her young charges.
‘Well Sally,’ began the depraved nun, feeling the glow of excitement at her power over this delicious young girl, ‘not for the first time I have to punish you for absence. You could be dismissed you know and I imagine that your parents would be very angry wouldn’t they?’
‘Yes Sister,’ said Sally weakly. She really didn’t want her parents involved.
Watching from his hiding place, the Bishop was also excited. His cock began to harden in anticipation of the wicked things that he knew the nun would attempt to inflict on the young girl.
‘I think six of the best would be appropriate don’t you? And then we won’t have to tell your parents.’ Sister Leslie leaned forward and said conspiratorially. ‘It will be our secret.’
Although Sally hated the thought of the cane she decided to accept and nodded her acceptance.
‘Right then girl,’ said Sister Leslie standing up and taking a thin, cruel-looking cane from the shelf, ‘bend over the back of that chair.’ As Sally reluctantly obeyed, Sister Leslie took hold of the hem of Sally’s grey pleated skirt and pulled it up over her back.
‘Oh Sister,’ exclaimed Sally standing upright. The Bishop had been treated to a brief glimpse of Sally’s firm young bottom encased in tight white panties.
‘Now Sally!’ Sister Leslie admonished. ‘I will not cane you through your skirt; you won’t feel a thing. In fact,’ she continued, repositioning Sally over the chair and lifting her skirt ‘If we take your panties down as well I will reduce the punishment to three strokes.’ Before Sally could make up her mind she felt Sister Leslie’s left hand pull at the waistband of her panties. The Bishop watched with delight as the material was pulled slowly down revealing Sally’s soft pink bottom. Sally was red in the face with embarrassment, and with the effort of bending over the back of the chair.
‘Please Sister,’ protested the girl turning her head to look up at Sister Leslie.
The nun bent forward and in a quiet voice, said, ‘Now Sally you be a good girl and take your punishment and I will try not to hurt you too much.’ As she spoke her clenched right hand rested on Sally’s left buttock and it was as if from the effort of leaning forward that she parted Sally’s cheeks. The Bishop, cock throbbing in hand, was able to see Sally’s tight pink anus and the start of her pussy before Sister Leslie allowed the delicious crack to close again. Without warning Sister Leslie brought her cane down in a whistling stroke onto Sally’s bottom. As the sound of the cane smacking the soft flesh reached the Bishops ears so also did Sally’s cry of surprise.
‘Oh dear,’ said Sister Leslie consolingly, ‘I seem to have made a nasty red mark on your bottom. I don’t think that I will cane you any more, but we will have to think of another punishment won’t we.’ As she spoke, Sister Leslie dropped the cane and rested the flat of her hand on Sally’s bottom and with her left hand on Sally’s back she held the girl in the bending position. Sally’s mind raced as she felt Sister Leslie’s hand start to stroke her buttocks the touch was very light and, far from being unpleasant, Sally found the stroking of the nun’s fingers quite stimulating. Sally recalled the many rumours among the girls about Sister Leslie, “Sister Les,” she was often called, but no one had ever admitted to a first hand experience. Sally did not know how to react to what was happening. Her sexual experience had so far been limited to some furtive masturbation. Her mind went back to the previous evening when she had pleasured herself in the shower. Now however she was jerked back to reality by the touch of Sister Leslie’s fingers, which were gently stroking the insides of her thighs, only a few centimetres from her pussy lips. This was so unexpected that Sally did not know how to react until she felt Sister Leslie’s middle finger slip into the crack between her buttocks and touch her anus. It was like a small electric shock causing Sally to stand bolt upright.
‘Sister Leslie!’ she cried.
Before she could utter another word Sister Leslie took her by the shoulders and said ‘Sally! Now you be a good little girl and do as I say and life will be very pleasant and easy for you around here. If you want to be difficult, then you will see that I can be difficult too.’ And then to add weight to her words she added, ‘My cane likes difficult little girls. Especially naughty little girls who have been touching themselves in the shower.’
Sally was horrified to know that she had been seen masturbating and wondered who had seen her and reported it. What she could not know was that the Bishop had installed a two-way mirror opposite the showers. He spent a lot of time with the Mother Superior ogling the young girls.
Now with another reason to feel guilty, Sally did not resist as Sister Leslie pulled close to her so that their chests were pressed together and their were faces almost touching.
‘Don’t be difficult my sweet.’ Sister Leslie breathed into Sally’s face and then lightly brushed her lips against Sally’s. Then feeling no resistance she pressed her lips on Sally’s and hugged her closely to her. Gently Sister Leslie pushed her tongue into the young girl’s mouth. Sally was too shocked to react as the nun began to explore the inside of her mouth with her tongue. At the same time, her naked bottom was squeezed and massaged by Sister Leslie who had slipped both hands up her skirt.
The Bishop by this time was ready to explode. He could recall many times being so turned on by visual treats such as these. Sister Leslie was one of his more depraved friends and was now sitting on the chair in front of Sally and starting to unbutton the girl’s blouse.
‘Oh please don’t do that Sister,’ protested Sally clutching at the nun’s hands.
‘Behave yourself!’ Sister Leslie snapped, ‘Unless you want a real good spanking.’ Shaking off Sally’s hands, Sister Leslie pulled the now open blouse out of the waistband of the grey pleated skirt and quickly unclasped Sally’s bra. Then as she slowly lifted the material upwards and outwards, Sally’s beautiful, firm, young breasts bounced into view. Sally immediately put her hands over her naked flesh but Sister Leslie pulled her hands away quite roughly.
‘Mmm! What lovely big breasts this nice little girl has,’ cooed Sister Leslie. Then cupping them gently, she leaned forward and brushed her lips over a hardening pink nipple.
‘Oh!’ whined Sally half in pleasure, half in dismay. The Bishop watched as Sister Leslie sucked on the girl’s nipples. He licked his lips longing to join his lover in her salacious game. Sally tried to back away but found that Sister Leslie’s desk stopped her escape.
‘Oh! Please Sister you mustn’t,’ she sobbed, ‘please stop.’
Sister Leslie looked up at her young victim, ‘If you are a good girl, I will show you some of the delights of womanhood. I’ll start by showing you my bosom. You would you like that, wouldn’t you?’ Without waiting for a reply, she took Sally’s hands and pressed them to her chest. Sister Leslie never wore a bra and Sally could feel the firm flesh and hard nipples through the nun’s black habit.
‘Undo the buttons,’ whispered Sister Leslie as she guided one of Sally’s hands to the top button under her white bib. Sally was feeling very excited and at the same time frightened as she fumbled nervously with the buttons. And then with a bit of help from Sister Leslie, she was soon fondling the soft warm flesh of the Mother Superior’s breasts ‘There’s a good girl, lets just be nice to each other. There now, do you like touching my breasts?’ Sally nodded as she stood obediently in front of the lecherous nun.
Sister Leslie could tell that Sally was aroused and so she continued her seduction. Pausing and looking up she said ‘Now Sally be a good girl and hold up your skirt so I can examine your most secret place.’ Slowly and reluctantly Sally obeyed and as the skirt was lifted up Sally was also encouraged by Sister Leslie to step out of her panties, which had been gently slipped down by the nun to Sally’s ankles. Sister Leslie made Sally stand with her legs apart and she paused for moment to admire the wisps of blonde pubic hair, which adorned Sally’s secret valley. From his hiding place, the Bishop could also clearly see the cleft of Sally’s plump, quim which, Sister Leslie was now beginning to gently stroke. Sally’s legs trembled; her face was hot and flushed. She was very aroused and very confused.
Looking up at the young girl’s face, Sister Leslie said ‘Be proud of your sexy young body my sweet.’ And she pushed her forefinger gently up between Sally’s plump outer lips causing the hapless girl to moan.
The sound reached the Bishop as he watched from his hiding place, where he massaged his hot throbbing prick. What a sweet, vulnerable and most erotic sight, thought the Bishop. He leered at Sally, as she stood obediently, blouse open, breasts exposed, holding up her skirt while the depraved nun gently examined her sexual parts with her fingers and her lust filled eyes. Sally bit her lower lip and was on the verge of tears, but she could not ignore the feelings of arousal that the prying fingers of the older woman were causing. ‘Oh what a sweet little pussy you’ve got,’ murmured Sister Leslie, ‘and it’s beginning to get quite juicy.’ As she spoke, the nun was sliding the tips of her fingers along the length of Sally’s wet inner lips. ‘Be a good girl and I will make it really nice for you.’ So saying Sister Leslie increased her attention on Sally’s clitoris, which elected a soft moan from the schoolgirl.
‘Ah! Please, please,’ groaned Sally, not sure if she meant, please more, or please stop.
Sister Leslie stood and supported Sally with one arm while she skilfully brought the young girl to a climax with her fingers.
‘Mm!’ Squealed Sally causing both Sister Leslie and the Bishop some concern. But soon the orgasm was subsiding and Sally collapsed onto Sister Leslie’s knee on the chair. Sally began hugging Sister Leslie, kissing her face and finally her mouth in frantic gratitude for the intense pleasure she had experienced at the older woman’s hands.
Sister Leslie decided that there was no time like the present, and waved the Bishop to come out of hiding. As he appeared with his trousers undone and his big erect penis in his hand, Sally’s pleasure turned once more to fear.
‘Oh no!’ she exclaimed, trying to hide as much of her naked body as she could.
‘Well Mother Superior,’ said the Bishop sternly. ‘Looks like you have a really naughty little girl here.’ In his rapacious lust he pulled roughly at Sally’s hands to get at her breasts. He managed to grab her soft right breast and pinch the nipple between finger and thumb before quickly lowering his head and sucking it into his mouth.
‘Ouch! Please stop,’ whined Sally.
‘That’s enough! You rough old bastard,’ said Sister Leslie in mock anger, ‘Leave her alone, let her rest and she can watch us for a change. Come child and relax for a while. She kissed Sally on the mouth and then sat her behind the desk in her big leather chair. Having casually removed the girl’s blouse and bra and skirt, this left Sally in only her knee length white socks. As Sally sat in the chair she felt the cold leather on her warm, bare bottom and she knew that her wet swollen sex lips were smearing the seat.
Sister Leslie now guided the Bishop round the desk beside the chair and said to Sally, ‘I won’t let this randy old bugger hurt you but I want you to watch closely and learn while I show you what to do to a man.’ So saying Sister Leslie dropped to her knees in front of the Bishop. Grasping his erection in one hand and cupping his balls in the other, she proceeded to lick the smooth helmet of his cock. She licked and sucked, never taking her eyes off Sally, and she smiled at her, when her mouth was not full of throbbing penis.
‘Let me fuck her,’ said the Bishop to Sister Leslie, his tone almost pleading. Sally was shocked to hear the crude word from the Bishop’s lips and frightened to think about what he planned to do to her.
‘Me first, then her,’ said Sister Leslie standing up and still smiling at Sally, she put her hands under her habit and began slowly pulling her panties down.
Violent lust had now taken control of the nun. Lifting her habit she stood in front of Sally with her legs apart and peeled her vagina open with her fingers ‘Here girl look at my delicious hole.’ Sally stared at the wet pink flesh ‘I want you to watch closely while his Grace gives me his Holy cock. Then she leaned back against the desk and the Bishop presented his hard cock to her wet, open crack. Sally saw the throbbing member stretch the nun’s pussy-lips as it pushed slowly in. And as the Bishop began to pull outwards, Sister Leslie lay back on the desk and drew her black-stockinged legs up high around his back. Now Sally had a view of the nun’s anus, which was being kissed by the Bishops balls as he thrust his prick into her crack as far as it would go.
‘That’s it, fuck me hard, I’m coming!’ Sally watched the older woman’s face in fascination as she came. ‘Squirt you fucker!’ she hissed, ‘Fill me with your spunk!’
But the Bishop had other plans for his spunk and as Sister Leslie came down from her sexual high, he whispered ‘Now I want to fuck the girl.’
They took hold of Sally’s arms and pulled her out of the chair. They positioned a protesting, but semi willing, Sally on her back on the desk, and pulling her legs apart the Bishop stood between them, cock rampant and beside himself with exquisite anticipation.
‘First let me taste her,’ said Sister Leslie bending forward, tongue reaching. Sally was both frightened and excited. As the nun’s tongue touched her wet pussy-lips the excitement won and she submitted to the pleasure of the Mother Superior licking her virgin slit. The nun used her tongue with great experience, pushing it into the girl’s vagina as far as she could and then flicking it across the swollen clitoris. Then she moved her head back and lifted Sally’s legs up so that both she and the bishop could admire Sally’s puckered pink anus. Then she gave the bishop a wicked smile before reaching forward with her tongue and touching the tight wrinkled hole with the wet tip. Sally shuddered and her anus tightened and then relaxed. Sister Leslie gently licked and probed and Sally responded with soft whimpering sounds of pleasure. Moving forward the Bishop placed his prick at the fleshy pink portals and Sister Leslie took hold of the throbbing member so that it made a slow, gentle entry. It was very tight in spite of all the attention and Sally felt her virgin lips being stretched as Sister Leslie slowly fed the Bishop’s throbbing, prick into her. The mother superior bent forward and kissed Sally’s naked breasts while the Bishop remained perfectly still, knowing that if he moved he would come. He watched as Sister Leslie sucked the girl’s nipples and then kissed her hard on the mouth, her tongue thrusting into the young girl’s mouth. Then Sister Leslie climbed onto her desk and stood briefly her full height straddling Sally’s head then lowered herself to a squatting position with her gaping vagina above Sally’s face.
‘Lick me girl!’ ordered Sister Leslie, ‘Come on hurry up and lick my cunt.’ Sally looked up and saw the wet open sex lips and pink puckered anus of her teacher. She could feel the Bishop’s hard cock throbbing in her pussy and in a daze she took hold of her teacher’s buttocks and pushing out her tongue she started to lick. Slowly at first and then as she felt Sister Leslie react she found that she was enjoying the taste of Sister Leslie’s juices. She licked and sucked with increasing fervour. Her tongue found Sister’s anus and she tried to force her tongue inside, then she pushed a finger into Sister Leslie’s slit to moisten it before slowly pushing it fully into the nun’s tight orifice.
‘Oh! My God,’ groaned Sister Leslie, ‘This girl is fucking incredible! I’m going to come.’ ‘Me too!’ hissed the Bishop, the final trigger for him was seeing Sally’s tongue lapping round Sister Leslie’s pink fleshy sex lips.
Is this the young virgin schoolgirl who was so demure and embarrassed only a few minutes ago? He wondered. He looked down at his cock, which was gripped tightly by Sally’s almost hairless pink crease. As he pulled his prick back the soft inner lips clung to his throbbing tool and he felt the spunk surge from his penis in a series of hot spasms.
Sister Leslie was also coming as her groans and obscenities bore testimony. ‘Oh you slit sucking little fucker!’ she moaned, ‘Lick me hard! You fucking, slut.’ Smiling obscenely she orgasmed as she writhed on Sally’s face, ‘I’m coming!’ she moaned and fell forward and began to lick Sally’s clitoris, which was proudly erect above the Bishop’s prick which was slipping wetly out of the young girl. Very slowly and gently Sally pulled her finger out of her teacher’s anus and as the muscles contracted, Sister Leslie’s arsehole seemed to wink at her and so she lifted her head and kissed it wetly. She giggled and licked the puckered anus before playfully poking her tongue out at the Bishop.
Sister Leslie struggled off the desk, and then she tenderly kissed, and licked Sally’s bruised mouth, ‘Thank you darling,’ she murmured, ‘Thank you my sweet child.’
Then as the Bishop watched from the chair into which he collapsed, Sister Leslie staggered round the desk, fell on her knees and began to gently lap up his spunk which was dribbling from Sally’s open, ravished hole. Sister Leslie then lifted the girl’s legs up and apart and applied big squelching licks and kisses to Sally’s anus. The Bishop was surprised to find that his cock was beginning to harden again. He could see Sister Leslie’s anus in the cleft of her buttocks and as she strained to reach Sally’s intimate spot her bottom was pushed out further, exposing her parted fleshy sex lips The Bishop got to his knees and aimed his hardening cock between the wet soft folds. After Sally’s tight virgin slit, Sister Leslie’s seemed rather slack and the Bishop felt his erection starting to fade until he prised the nun’s buttocks apart and saw her anus pouting at him invitingly. His prick reacted immediately and he pulled it from her cunt and rubbed it wetly over his target. He dipped once more into Sister Leslie’s juicy slit before pressing the head of his penis against her anus. The nun knew that this would hurt but still she craved the violation and she pushed her bottom out and tried to relax her sphincter to accept the penetration. The Bishop watched as his penis slowly slid into Sister Leslie’s arsehole. He experienced the most delicious sensation as his cock was gripped tightly in Sister Leslie’s bottom. Sally was now forgotten as Sister Leslie concentrated on the hard throbbing prick that was sliding into her arse. As the Bishop contemplated his approaching orgasm he gazed salaciously at Sally’s gaping, wet vagina. Her legs were still spread wide and her blonde pubic hair was dark with spunk, vaginal juices and saliva. The pink inner lips were wet, swollen and open so that the Bishop could see her distended clitoris above a wet dark hole. Sally sat up supporting herself on one elbow and their eyes met. Then lifting the finger that had been deep in Sister Leslie’s anus, Sally smiled and slowly licked its length before sucking it into her mouth. She watched in a sexual daze as Sister Leslie’s mouth began again to suck hungrily on her ravaged slit. She suddenly understood the power of sex as her eyes met the Bishop’s and she smiled lewdly as she watched him as he buggered her Headmistress.
‘Say something,’ he said.
‘What?’ she asked.
‘Something wicked,’ grunted Sister Leslie, ‘He wants you to talk dirty.’
Sally shook her head, pretending that she did not understand what was required but she did. She remembered the excitement of hearing the four letter words used by the Mother Superior.
The Bishop knew he was only seconds from coming and a few obscene words from Sally would make it perfect. Sister Leslie came to the rescue ‘Say out loud what he is doing child, say what I am doing.’ and she began to lick Sally’s slit.
Sally took a deep breath and said in a childlike voice. ‘Well Sister, you’re licking my cunt and he’s fucking you up the arsehole!’ The Bishop exploded. Every fibre of his being twisted and screamed in pleasure as hot spunk jetted through his penis into Sister Leslie’s bowels.
Yes, Sally smiled to herself. Yes now I have some real power. The power to get what I want, which, at the moment is pleasure. Sexual pleasure!
As Sister Leslie handed round glasses of sherry, Sally began to plan how she would seduce her friend Jill.

To be continued…

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